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eideticallys · 11 months

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Who's Your Barber?

request: based on this.

pairing: spencer reid x reader

summary: “you move fast, kid.” he turned to spencer who looked like he was on the verge of passing out. “letting Y/N cut your hair without going on a first date.”

genre: fluff

word count: 852

author's notes: hello! i'm back with another spencer reid tooth-rotting fluff without plot. this was based on a request sent to me. i hope you'll love this! also posted on ao3 (spencereids).

“DO YOU THINK MY HAIR’S TOO LONG?”

You looked up from where you were working on a pile of paperwork from a recent case only to stare at a pouting Spencer.

Cute, you thought.

“Why?” You asked, now facing the man in front of you who was busy fretting over his hair. “Is it bothering you?”

“No, not really.” He mumbled. “I just—I don’t know. I want to keep it this way because it’s always been kind of on the longer side but I also want to try cutting it short.”

A bit shy from his admission, Spencer started fiddling with the hair tie on his wrist, obviously not that comfortable implying that he did care about his looks even for a small bit.

You almost cooed at how adorable he’s being for a grown man.

“Okay,” You prodded him again, wanting to make sure you understood what he was trying to say. “So, you wanna try a new haircut but you’re not sure about it. Well, I can help you with that.”

Spencer looked up from where he was playing with his hair tie and scrunched up his brow in question.

“How?”

You instantly blushed at what you were about to suggest when you noticed Spencer being all for it. The thing about Spencer is that he’s a great listener as much as he likes to talk. Coming from a household where he never got to have a good companion unless his mom was doing okay, Spencer knew what it felt like when no one wanted to listen to whatever it was one has to say. With all your doubts starting to vanish at Spencer’s obvious interest, you shared your thoughts.

“Well,” You decided to share. It’s not like you would recount to him an embarrassing childhood story. That’s a story meant for another day. “I may or may not have worked at my aunt’s salon over the summer back when I was in high school. I wasn’t a hairstylist but learned a thing or two.”

Spencer’s eyes widened in wonder. You no longer regretted sharing your experience and were sure he was about to share a tangent on hairstyling in typical Dr. Spencer Reid fashion.

“Archaeologists discovered that cutting our hair and styling it have both been practiced by human beings as early as the Ice Age.” Spencer babbled. “Also, they said that people’s social class, age, ethnicity, race, and genetics determined the style of their hair throughout history even up to the late 20th century.”

You grinned at Spencer’s info dump and ruffled his hair, to which he scrunched his nose.

“So, Reid,” You replied. “When are we gonna cut your hair?”

“What, did you join a boy band?”

Everyone around the table started giggling and smiling as soon as Hotch directed the question at Spencer, as your cheeks reddened. Unfortunately for Spencer, you being a former employee at your aunt’s salon certainly did not do you wonders. Because what was supposed to be a trim here and there became a short haircut for him, quite shorter than what he has envisioned, he shared with you.

You almost dug yourself a hole right then and there.

But apparently, Spencer liked it enough—loved it even—to not hate you for cutting his hair too short. It’s fortunate—for him and especially for you who gets to see him in his new hair every day—that Spencer was pretty. He looked good both in long and short hair.

However, with Hotch asking him that question, you were sure Spencer would hate you for cutting it wrongly.

“No?” Spencer replied as his brows crinkled. You breathed a sigh of relief with his answer, which Rossi didn’t fail to notice.

You were about to head out when Hotch just announced, “Wheels up in 30.” When you heard Rossi speak to Spencer

“I like your hair, kid.” You almost smiled until Rossi questioned him. “Who’s your barber? Maybe I’ll get myself the same haircut.”

As if it couldn’t get any worse, you heard Morgan join in on the conversation, like both he and Rossi knew something you don’t. Spencer probably didn’t know what that something was too.

“Yeah, pretty boy. Who’s your barber?”

Spencer looked like he had swallowed a frog and he had seen a ghost with how comical he looked right now.

It seemed Spencer knew what Rossi and Morgan were trying to imply in their prodding.

“It seems to me,” Rossi continued. “It was our lovely Y/N who cut his hair.”

At this, your eyes widened as Derek smirked.

“You move fast, kid.” He turned to Spencer who looked like he was on the verge of passing out. “Letting Y/N cut your hair without going on a first date.”

Spencer likes you back?

As in more than friends?

Non-platonic?

Spencer likes you back!

“Shut up!” Spencer screeched.

“Let’s leave the kids alone.” Rossi appeased Spencer while looking at you. “They have a date to plan.”

Spencer sputtered out as both men chuckled while moving out.

“So, Reid.” You simpered. “Where are we going for our first date?”

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blingblong55 · 6 months

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Matilda- Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Photo creds:@ave661^

Based on a request:

Ghost finding out his s/o has a bad family, who she doesn’t keep in contact with but talks shit about and is like. Pretty open about how fucking awful her past was? if it’s too much I get it but like- I used to love your angst posts :3 they were so yummy! --- F!Reader, 18+, angst, comfort, family issues/trauma, mentions of SA/rape, mentions of eating disorders, toxic!family, mentions of child abuse, so...trigger warning!! ---

A/N: this is me trauma dumping so I'm sorry if it isn't perfect

Simon knew, he knew well that you weren't so open to starting a family with him for reasons he knew best to respect. But, one day, without him even realising he asked the question, you sat down and told him the story your teary eyes held for so long. As he listened to you explain the stories, he noticed how he wasn't speaking to his wife but to the little girl, his wife once was. The one who was left in a cruel world to people who shouldn't have had kids. "So, they...abused you?" He carefully asked and when he noticed you pause, he knew the answer you didn't. "I...I don't think so," your soft words spoke.

Nothing about the way you were treated seemed especially alarming 'til now

"What I know is that they were mean, evil to me. I was a kid...how was I to know right from wrong so easily?" You held his hand, support you failed to have as a child. Then, you told him the story of a young R/N. "I don't remember the exact age, but I could've been 5 through 8. I was there, he took me to his room, I thought we were going to play and he said we would so would I have known, you know?" Your innocent voice spoke the fear he held. "I don't remember much of that day but in glimpses, if I look too deep, I can see his hands between my thighs, and how he...well...you know," you couldn't explain, it was like a knot in your throat prevented to cause your heart more harm. "And you didn't tell your parents?" His voice is soft. You shake your head, "No, I...as a kid, they never believed what I said," you chuckle out of coping with it all.

"There was one time when my older sister tried to suffocate me, I didn't do anything to deserve it, all I did was watch cartoons and she annoyed me but I knew best and didn't feed into what she wanted from me." You pause and wipe some tears away. Your gaze never fell on his, afraid to break down too easily if you stared at the man who became home to you so long ago. He was that, he was comfort and home and you knew that if you stole one glance, you would be sobbing the stories. Your hand held his tighter, he knew well it was for comfort. "She pressed the pillow tight on my head, I was sick and my stupid lungs couldn't take the fact I had pneumonia, so of course killing me would be easier," you chuckle again. His gaze never left your delicate face and even he had to admit he cried as you told him these stories.

After a long sigh and pause you continue, "I somehow pushed her off me and ran to my parent's room, knocked loud and when my dad opened the door I swore I finally felt safe until I didn't," You know he was ready to ask why but you just laid your head on his shoulder. Looking off into the distance you continued, "My sister told them I pushed her, told her that I hated her, which is not true because hate is strong and she is my sister," you shake your head. "I cried when they didn't believe me, and had a panic attack in their room. and when I backed into a corner as my mother and father yelled at me...that's when they took my sister to the hallway and my mother stayed with me, she tried to hug me but I didn't need none of that...not from her." His hand rubbed your arm, knowing what you needed from him. You wipe some tears away, your breathing hitches and he wraps both arms around you. "I didn't hurt her Simon, I swear I didn't but no one believes me, no one," you whisper the last part. "I know you didn't, my love," he kisses your head and continues to rub your arm.

"I believe you, I'll always believe you before anyone else," he reminds you. "I...my mother gave me water and sent me to my room, told me to just sleep it off," you stop and cry. "Oh my love," he whispers and carries you onto his lap. The pouty frown broke his heart more and more. The cosy home he and you made for the years of your life, warming up his belief that slowly, he will replace all those bad years. The fireplace radiates heat on the snowy winter day. "In this world, I'll always believe you, no matter what, okay, my love?" He looks down and you nod. "That's my girl," he says and places a blanket over you both. "Do you want to continue, my love?" He asks, rubbing your back with his warm touch.

"I do," your voice is small. It was best to open about this and then burn it and let the ashes fly away than to keep it locked in for eyes to see. "I...as I grew up, I knew I had no place in that house. My mother shamed me for my body, and so did everyone in my family." Your head nuzzling onto his chest like a cat finding comfort. "So, I starved myself to be the perfect daughter. I did try to be perfect, I tried to get an I love you, a simple smile or hug." He nods, understanding where you came from. "One time, my mother grabbed my stomach, she told me I was fat and looking back at how I was at that age, I...I was healthy, nothing was ever wrong with me, nothing," you repeat in a whisper.

After a long time of comfortable silence, you speak again. "As I grew older, they made me feel terrible about all of me, how I dressed, if I did my makeup, my hair, my body, the stretch marks that decorated my body, all of it and even I wasn't allowed to have one bad day, not one." He shook his head and in that instant, he understood why all those years of loving you, you always avoided starting a family conversation. You were afraid to be like them, to persist in a cycle of never-ending trauma. He knew you loved him, he knew how much you yearned to be a mum, to watch him and you become parents and do foolish things for and with your child.

"I never understood why I was so insecure over my thighs or why I hated when people touched them, but as I grew older and noticed that I was...you know... I..um.." You could never be admitted, never say you were raped as a child, not when you were scared to acknowledge it again. "I know love," he responds so you don't torture your heart anymore. "But...when I realised what happened to me, that's when it all hit me and there was a time in my young life that I knew I would never forget," you kept holding onto his torso. "It hadn't been long after what that...person...did to me when my mum and sisters pinned me to the ground, they knew then that I disliked people touching my thighs so they pinned me to the ground and touched them," you shake your head, trying to forget the moment. "They...th-they touched my body as I cried and begged for them to stop and not once did anyone stop or help me. My father walked by and he...he just laughed and kept walking...how...how can you do that?" You cried. "How can a parent do that? I was a kid, Simon...a child," you broke down.

"And don't get me started on why I felt like Christmas was just not a happy holiday anymore." Your mind went to a past Christmas, your family yelling, your father accused of his cheating, never denying, just lying and yelling at your mother. You hid in a closet, grabbed headphones and played music loudly. Hours passed and your mother saw fear within her eyes as she cried to you, why can he love me? she asked as she cried, you played strong. Your father drove away, leaving his family scared and cornered in a bathroom, crying as they listened to stories.

"My dad used to hit me, well, my entire family really," you confessed. His eyes widened, he knew they were bad, but not this bad. "My dad had a belt he used to hit me with, my mother and sisters used to watch. One time, they added more fuel to the fire as they told him more lies to get me into more trouble, part of me thinks they loved to watch me cry and get hit." You so innocently say, "When I was a kid and even as I grew older, my mum and dad would hit me and tell me they did it because they loved me." He shook his head, "Never...never in your life do you dare think that way. If I even dare to lift my hand at you, you leave me, my love. Because no matter how much you or I love the other, abuse doesn't equal love," he cups your face. You nod.

You learned one thing from Simon as he listened, that he was calm after the bad storm. He had his troubles, yes, but never would he be like them. He and you healed the other after all those years of a bad life you lived. You and him, sunshine to the other even in the darkest of the night. He has become light and a new beginning. Family. And as you admire the soul who can tell which smiles you are faking, you know that the little girl in you is finally safe. She has packed her dolls and sweater, moved to the countryside, grew up and fell in love with a man. A man who is home, a man who became the grown-up little R/N runs to when scared. For he is home, he is light and he is love. He is your man, your safe place and the one you find comfort in.

I don't believe that time will change your mind In other words I know they won't hurt you anymore as long as you can let them go

"No more," he told you, you looked up at him in confusion. "No more?" you asked and he shook his head. "From this day on, you are not their blood, you are a Riley, you are R/N Riley and never will you be associated with them." He cupped your face. His tone was stern as he tried to make you listen to him. "They are not family, my love. They are strangers you lived with. And me...I am your family, we don't need another shit Christmas, we can...hm...we can have dinner here, or maybe get takeout and watch your favourite movies all day and night. Hey, who knows, maybe that Santa Clause man will come in the night as we sleep and hopefully you've been nice my love because I want him to bring you some good gifts," he chuckles as he cups your delicate face. You laugh a little, "Hey, look who's back, that cute laugh of yours my love," he kisses your lips and pulls you to him, closer than you already were.

You can start a family who will always show you love You don't have to be sorry for doing it on your own

In this lifetime, you will learn many things and you will meet many people. Most of which will come and go. Those who stay, you may ask? Well, they become a family, maybe not a biological one but it's not blood that relates two strangers. It's memories, it's understanding, growing, living and loving. Family is him, family is the old lady or that professor you bonded with. Family is people who make you feel safe and at home. For if you are lucky, in this life you will find your Simon Riley. The person who wraps you in a warm blanket and loves you a little more when you hate the reflection in the mirror. And if you get even luckier, you will find that not only will it be Simon Riley who heals your old wounds and covers them in kisses and caresses. You will find yourself, maybe in ten years, getting covered in glitter, mud, and stickers and having the walls of your home drawn on by Simon's child. The love child that was created on a warm Christmas morning. The same one that wakes you up at six in the morning to go and see what the big red man brought them for Christmas.

And if you are lucky enough, you will find peace. The same one you looked for since age 5, the same one you cried for throughout the years. Maybe it won't come this year, but if you are patient enough, you will find it and when you do, appreciate it because you cried for it many moons ago.

You don't have to be sorry, no

A/N: the tears I shed as I wrote this made a river. Anyway, thank you for letting me dump years of trauma with this one, love you all <3

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@ghostslillady @liyanahelena @sans-chara @siwwayouu @allaboutirem0 @just3rowsing @mothcelestial @blankk3

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kiiwiigii · 9 months

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The Red-Eyed Boy pt. i

Pt. Two | Three | Outtake

Alec x Swan!Fem!Reader

Summary: When Edward goes to the Volturi seeking death he accidentally exposes Bella's sister. Not taking any chances Alec is sent to finish you.

Warnings:

I haven't written ff in forever soooo...

Also I have trouble with the whole Y/N thing.

Language

Kinda, sorta NSFW I guess? Lot's of kissing.

Word Count: 1,938

A/N: Alec is aged up.

Aro let his mouth twist into a cruel smirk. Apparently, the Swan girl was dead, a sad waste of possible talent he lamented silently, but what was done was done. Edward had had no intention of turning her anyway, so what did it matter?

However, there had been another problem that Edward hadn't meant to expose.

Her sister.

"NO!" Edward shouted. "No! No, she's not aware. She doesn't know-"

"Now, now Edward. We cannot take chances, you know this. The girl already has her suspicions."

Edward's face crumpled into a half snarl. Going to the Volturi for your own death was one thing, but not only had he been denied this sweet relief, he had sentenced another to death. Surely he could get them to understand that Y/N was completely in the dark. Sure she had suspicions but that was just it. Suspicions. And aside from a few shopping trips with Alice (in which Alice had to practically drag Y/N out of the house in an attempt to get to know her better) she had stayed relatively far away. What Bella should have done, he thought with a cringe.

"Alec." Aro called over his shoulder.

Alec was at his master's side in less than a second, staring blankly ahead and awaiting orders.

"You are to head the Swan household in Forks. Take care of Bella's sister."

"Of course Master."

Alec gave a bow before sharing a look with his own sister and heading out of the throne room; Edward's renewed attempt at talking Aro into sparing the other Swan girl's life fading away ever so slightly. He couldn't help but smirk. Fresh blood that didn't have to be delivered. A chance to hunt. Maybe he would play with his food before he finished her off. Make her run. Make her beg. Or perhaps... a different kind of begging. A begging brought on with kisses and meaningless words whispered in her ear. His smirk twisted into a smile. There were always different ways to play, right?

Dad,

I'm with Alice. Edward's in trouble. You can ground me when I get back. I know it's a bad time. So sorry. Love you so much.

Bella

"You gotta be fucking kidding me."

With a groan I let the letter slip from my fingers and back to its original place on the kitchen counter. I knew Bella was still healing, but never in my wildest dreams did I picture her dropping everything and just taking off for the boy who dumped her.

I paused, leaning against the counter with my head in my hands, wondering if I should just go ahead and call dad or wait to break the news to him when he got home. On the one hand if I called him now, it would distract him from his job... however if I didn't tell him now and he finds out I knew before he got home, I could possibly land myself in hot water and get grounded myself. And oh boy was Bella going to get grounded. Probably for the rest of the year if not her life.

She probably figured I'd find the letter first and would butter dad up anyways. Soften the blow that his eldest daughter went missing with a barely half-assed explanation. Well, she would be wrong about the latter at least. She'd be dealing with dad by herself on that one. As much as I loved her, I didn't want to be mixed up in her shenanigans.

Mind made up, I picked up my cell to make the dreaded call, and as expected dad picked up on the first ring.

"Uh, hey dad..."

I'm dreaming of him again. The boy with the red eyes.

He was standing in front of a familiar house, just watching. Waiting. I could see it in his eyes as they flicked back and forth. He was contemplating something, his head tilting just slightly as he took in the sloping roof and the off-white siding that was in severe need of cleaning. A truck and police car rested in its driveway, silent and empty.

My heart leapt. Why was he in front of my house? I'd dreamt of this boy plenty of times before, but never had he been in my own yard. Or anywhere I was even familiar with.

Instead, he was usually shrouded by a fine black mist. Sometimes, if I was lucky enough, he would simply be doing something rather mundane, like reading a book or walking in a garden. Other times my dreams would be rather violent, and I could hear the screaming of his victims as he ripped them to shreds. Then there was the girl that usually stood by his side. If the boy was violent, she was easily a hundred times worse. It was like watching a horror movie come to life and I couldn't close my eyes. I found that I didn't want to close my eyes. He was fascinating to me.

Or maybe it's because I'm a weird and sick individual.

He circled around to the back of the house now, his eyes trailing upwards until they landed on the second-floor window, a smirk beginning to curl on his lips.

My window.

I woke up with a gasp, clutching at my sheets.

What the fuck?

My imagination was finally getting away from me.

I couldn't help but look towards my window, still tightly shut and locked, only the soft glow of fairy lights winking back at me. Untangling myself from my sheets, I slipped from my bed and plodded over to the window. Nothing's out there, I thought. It's a stupid dream. They've all been stupid dreams. The red-eyed boy doesn't exist, Y/N. I unlocked the window and pushed it upwards before sticking my head out and looking around. Of course, I couldn't see worth shit but I squinted my eyes anyway, you know, just in case it would help me see better.

The yard was dark and empty. No handsome, red-eyed boys anywhere to be found.

I almost breathed a sigh of relief before a loud jingle broke through the silence, causing me to jump and slam my head into the window.

"Fuck." I hissed, cradling the spot that I could now feel a nice bruise forming.

It took me a moment to realize that the jingle was coming from my phone. Scrambling towards my dresser I managed to trip on the sheets I'd thrown off just minutes ago and go crashing to the floor. Tonight was just not my night. Despite my new entanglement, I reached up and managed to grab my phone, flipping it open without looking at the caller ID.

"Y/N? Y/N?" The voice on the other end was frantic.

Bella. I finally let out a breath I didn't realize I had been holding, the tension easing from my shoulders for the first time in days.

"Who else would it be?"

Despite my irritation and anger from her stunt I couldn't help but crack a grin as relief flooded through me. She was safe. I could already feel the hysterical laughter bubbling up. But that was quickly quashed as a new voice spoke from behind me.

"You're just as clumsy as your dear sister."

I whirled around and promptly dropped the phone as my eyes took in the dark figure standing at my feet. He was beautiful. Sinfully so. Dressed in all black, his pale skin stood out all the more. Agonizingly perfect and flawless, with dark hair sweeping across his forehead. And his eyes. Oh those eyes. My dreams didn't do them justice. Didn't do any piece of him justice.

"You." I breathed; eyes wide.

He suddenly tensed as our eyes met.

"You." He repeated.

Before I could blink, he was right before me, a gloved hand cradling my face. My mind was going haywire, trying to comprehend just what was happening. What was this pull I was feeling? What is this warmth? Did he feel it too?

"Your eyes." I whispered.

He arched a brow in amusement. "What of them?"

"They're beautiful. Like- like rubies." I stuttered quietly, feeling myself flush. "Am- am I dreaming again?"

Now both brows shot up. He probably thought I was crazy. And at this point he would be right. The boy that I had literally been dreaming about since I was a child was right in front of me.

"Y/N!"

The faraway crackle of my phone pulled me back to reality and I slowly picked it up, watching the boy in front of me. He made no move to stop me, only brushing a cool thumb across my cheek.

Wait, when had he lost the glove?

"I- I'm here."

"Did you hear anything I said?"

It was Alice Cullen

"Er- no."

"Listen," Alice began hurriedly. "I know this a lot to take in, but Alec isn't going to hurt you. It's- mates are a complicated thing in the vampire world."

"I'm sorry, what now?" I blinked rapidly as I tried to process what she was saying.

There was a low growl before I felt the phone being taken from my hands gently. I would be lying if that growl hadn't sent butterflies fluttering in my stomach.

"Cullen. Given your talent I think you would know that Y/N is perfectly safe with me." He leaned in as he tilted my head back, his nose running along my neck. "She is my mate after all."

My breath hitched at not only his words but the little nips and licks he began to trail along my neck, cool against my flushed skin. Oh gods, this could not be legal.

"Please inform Aro that Bella's sister will be coming to stay with us soon."

With a click he snapped the phone shut and molded his lips mine. I was pretty sure that my heart was about to beat out of my chest. Finally, he let me come back up for air with a small nibble on my bottom lip and burying his face back into my neck, his hands running down my sides in a slow caress.

"So- so you're Alec?"

He let out an actual purr at the sound of his name. "Say it again."

"You know people usually introduce themselves before making out right?"

There was a growl in response, and I almost let out a moan. Oh fuck, please stop doing that. It was doing weird things to my body.

"Alec."

He lifted himself up to look at me again, eyes no longer that beautiful ruby red but nearly pitch black. He kissed me again and again, swiping his tongue along my lower lip before delving into my mouth with a hunger that shot heat straight between my legs. This time I moaned. He chuckled as he pulled away, placing light kisses along my jaw until he reached my ear and nibbling yet again. Lord did this boy like to nibble.

"I will be back, mio cara."

Suddenly he disappeared just as my door opened and my dad stood there looking rather alarmed. I just blinked at him in a daze.

"I heard voices." He grumbled, looking for all the world like he had just rolled out of bed... which he had.

I felt my face heat back up, trying to figure out exactly what he had heard and trying to come up with an excuse.

"Uhm. I heard from Bella!"

For once my sister saved the day.

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hauntedwitch04 · 7 months

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Fools in love

Remus Lupin x reader

Words: 1,8k words

Warnings: none, just fluff and idiots totally in love with each other

Author’s note: Hi everybody! It fells so good being back, I missed writing and this is the first one-shot I write in a lot of time, so I'm really grateful for every tiny bit of love you gave me. Hope you enjoy the first day of my Halloween Party

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DAY 1: “Take my sweater, I love you and i don’t want you to transform into a popsicle”

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Rain beats hard against the windows of the Gryffindor common room. The fire near me crackles, and the pieces of wood seem to break like bone after a very hard punch, as my heart probably had a few hours ago.

I've spent a lot of time by the fire, but even so, I can't shake the cold that got into my bones, in the rush in the rain I made to get back to the castle, after waiting for more than two hours for a Ravenclaw boy who asked me out, outside the Mielandia.

I still remember the feeling of the cold wind against my cheeks wet with hot tears. My sweater was now dumped on the sofa, soaked with rain, and dripping rhythmically on the floor, mesmerizing me.

The fire dances before my eyes, and I can't help but feel like two people hugged tightly, dancing to music of their own created by their love.

A little bit I feel stupid in feeling so bad, for a guy who basically I don't even like since I've actually been in love with one of my best friends for what seems like ages now, but I think the thing that has hurt me most of all is not being able to be loved even by this mysterious guy whose name I honestly can't even remember.

For hours now I've been asking myself if I'm really worth loving? Why should people fall in love with me? Am I worthy of someone's love? If I can't even date a guy I don't like, how could I ever date the one I consider the love of my life? And why the hell does Remus John Lupin have to be so perfect?

I spend what seems like days sitting there staring into the fire. I hear people passing by, coming in and out of the dorms, some stop and look at me with compassion, trying to somehow share my pain, while others whisper hypotheses and theories about why I am in that situation. I, however, remain impassive, like a marble statue, the only emotion I allow to shine through are the tears I cannot stop.

It is still a long time before I can glance at the clock without seeing it fogged up by my crying.

Midnight.

I close my eyes and pray for any otherworldly entity to erase my memory of this rainy early October day, when my thoughts are interrupted by a warm hand resting on my shoulder. I turn slightly and my breath catches in my throat for a moment, for fear that the object of my thoughts will see itself reflected in my eyes and be able to read into me, into my soul.

"Lily told me you've been stationary here for more than four hours. I had to practically make a deal with the devil to get Poppy to let me leave early to come to you, luckily yesterday wasn't too bad." He says quietly as he sits down next to me, the famous Remus Lupin, every Hogwarts girl's dream, looking at me softly. Shit, I think to myself, there was a full moon yesterday that's why I didn't see him all day. I hadn't worried about it too much actually before I went to the appointment, too caught up in the anxiety of this meeting, but now I realize what a shitty friend I've been to him. I look at him and see his face battered by sleep and exhaustion, while only a few new scratches or scars adorn his face. My eyes land on his, and selling his worried look I can't help but feel guilty and go back to crying. After a few seconds, I realize that I am not only crying out of guilt, but also out of the realization that he, the boy I love more than my own life, will never see me in the same way that I see him but only as a friend to be taken care of.

His warm hands brush my shoulders and I immediately shiver at that contact. His gaze grows even more concerned and he immediately decides to take off his heavy sweater, one of his favorites that his mother made him last year after his had all grown small when he grew up all of a sudden during the summer. As he takes off the sweater, with his arms still above his head and this one still covered by the garment, his T-shirt, which he wore underneath, rises slightly so that his athletic body covered in scratches can be seen. I feel my cheeks turn red as I look at him, but I am quickly distracted by my friend handing me his sweater.

"Take my sweater, I love you and I don't want you to turn into a popsicle," he says, fixing his hair. His words strike me more pain than a bullet, but I hide my distress behind a bitter smile, and put on his sweater. Immediately I am hit by his scent: chocolate, cinnamon, ink mixed with book pages and cigarettes. I thank him in a thin voice, before returning to silence.

"I guess I understand that the date didn't go very well." He says after a few minutes, trying to figure out if I felt like talking about it, watching me carefully as I played with my sleeves.

"Actually, there wasn't even a date." I reply, chuckling bitterly.

"What do you mean?" He retorts confused, as he moves closer to me, to study me better.

"Well he never showed up. I stood like a moron in front of the place where he told me to meet for a couple of hours, even caught some rain, then when I realized that I was merely making a fool of myself I came running back here, and I haven't moved from here since." I explain quickly, not wanting to cry again.

I see the anger mounting in his eyes as he takes one of my hands between his and brings it to his mouth.

"If anyone has made a fool of himself it's him, honey. He's a fool if he missed an opportunity like this. You deserve so much better, the best person the world has to offer." He says in a whisper as he holds me in his arms, doing nothing but twisting the knife in the wound making me bleed more and more.

After a while he breaks away from that grip and takes something out of his pants pocket, which I discover is a piece of chocolate, and hands it to me.

"Eat, you'll feel better." He tells me, but I shake my head.

"I don't feel like eating, Remmy." I try calling him by his nickname, hoping to soften him, knowing that when he puts his mind to something, it's hard to change his mind.

"Honey, I won't take no for an answer. I care about you, like a sister, and I don't want to not only see you suffer for that moron but also starve to death." He continues, pulling my face up, resting one of his fingers under my face.

I don't know why I feel something breaking inside, as if a pitcher full of water has decided to pour in, and I no longer have control over my words.

"That's exactly my problem Remmy. I'm not crying, sitting here for over four hours for a guy whose name I can't even remember, I'm feeling like I'm dying inside because what happened made me realize that the only guy I've ever really loved in my life will never look at me, if he's not even interested in me even a person who's not even worth a hole in his sock. I've been sitting here for hours crying because I'm afraid that I'm not worthy of being loved, because I'm afraid that I'll have to live with these damn feelings, because I'm afraid that I'll see this boy grow up and fall in love with someone else while I'll still be here, and he'll continue to see me as just a sister, and he just happens to have reminded me of that fact himself just a little while ago." At my last words I see his eyes light up, having realized who I was talking about, after being dark and dull throughout my entire speech. "And now if you don't mind, after screwing up our friendship, I'm going to bed." And I try to get up, but I don't make it in time because a hand encircles my wrist and Remus draws me toward him forcefully, in contrast to his delicate lips brushing against mine. It takes me a few seconds to return the kiss, unsure of what this moment might change between us, before I let myself go completely to him. I bring my hands behind his head, and run my fingers through his hair, while his hands go around my hips to take me on his lap, as we continue to kiss, as if we were suffocating and that was our oxygen.

"I love you, I love you, I've loved you for what seems like forever, and I'm just a coward for not telling you sooner." He says pulling away slightly, so he can breathe before giving me another full kiss. Then he starts giggling, and I look at him shocked, before I start laughing too. We laugh until our stomachs hurt and tears furrow our faces. Remus stands up, picks me up and lays me down on the couch in front of the fire, then lies down next to me.

"We are two idiots." I say, chuckling some more. "We are so stupidly in love that we didn't realize each other's feelings."

"We're all idiots in love, honey." Remus replies, kissing my forehead. "Sirius will never get tired of holding it against me that he was right." He says giggling and hiding his face in the crook of my neck.

"Not even Lily." I chuckle in response as well, before I feel that being held tightly in her arms, sleep is slowly taking over my senses.

"By the way, you look very good in my sweater, honey." Those are the last words I hear before I fall completely asleep.

At that moment, however, neither of us knows yet that our friends will never let us forget the fact that they found us the next morning cuddled on the couch in the Common Room, in front of the fire, and I was wearing the sweater of what would become my husband and the father of my children, to whom Sirius would tell this story and how their parents fell in love and how he and Aunt Lily were right.

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Ross Humboldt x F!Reader

|18+| MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO, PLEASE DNI!

Author's Note: I really got inspired on this one, I put so much effort...I hope you all like it! I had to change some things but it is actually the movie's plot. (Patrick Wilson is so hot on that movie, not only in that movie lol.)

Word count: 4.5k

Warnings: smut with plot, breeding kink, gore, violence, swearing, voyeurism? (Idk rlly), deaths, movie spoilers, oral receiving (female and male), giant rock lol, reader has stretch marks.

•SPOILERS AHEAD!

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"Shit." It was the only word that managed to come out of your mouth as you supported yourself on your slightly bent knees, trying to catch your breath.

You didn't know how long you had been in that place...In that damn field of tall grass.

You only knew that when you entered, it was still morning and that the reason for all this was because you had heard a boy named Tobin screaming for help, claiming that he was lost in the field.

"Okay, now me, this Tobin and God knows who else, we're trapped in this field." You comment to yourself, placing both hands on your waist, staring at the floor as you tried to think, but no ideas came to mind. "We're all screwed..."

You return to walking, looking at the sky that was now night and cloudy, threatening to dump heavy rain on the area as you adjust your tank top and pants.

"Great, and now it's about to rain...Can it get any worse?" Well, it seems like you asked this question at the wrong time.

You hear someone moving in the grass behind you and reluctantly, you look back, trying to see what or who it was.

"Look, I really don't have time to play hide and seek, there's something really wrong here so...Just show up." You sigh, breathing heavily, having no weapon to defend yourself.

Ross's figure appears, brushing away the grass with his hands as he smiles slightly at you, sweat covering his face and chest, which could be seen as the top of his pink shirt was unbuttoned.

"Hi...I heard your voice and managed to track you." Ross looks at you, breathing heavily as he places his hands on his waist.

"W-Who are you?" You move away from him, taking a few steps back.

"My name is Ross, I'm looking for my wife Natalie and my son Tobin, they are also lost in this field." Ross sighs, looking around. "I don't even know how long I've been here... If that dog hadn't come in...

"The dog?" You thought and looked at the floor. A few minutes ago, you had seen the body of a dog in an advanced state of decomposition, indicating that a lot of time had passed. "So you're Tobin's father..."

"Have you seen my son?" He raises an eyebrow, looking at you waiting for a positive response.

"No...But I heard his cries for help. The moment I entered in this field, I didn't hear him anymore." You sigh, scratching the back of your neck as you look away from him.

Ross looks down for a moment and then looks back at you.

"We can get together and try to find my family, then we get out of here, what do you think? Ross smiles at you, trying to cheer you up.

You nod, still reluctant but to tell the truth, you had no alternative but to unite with the only person you met in this place.

Ross leads the way, pushing aside the plantation with his strong hands, clearing the path for the two of you.

"Fuck..." You curse as you realize you've sunk your sneakers into the mud, earning a small laugh from Ross. " That's not funny!" You scoff, pulling your dirty shoes out of the mud.

"Somebody help me, please!" Tobin's voice echoes through the leaves, the same voice that is the reason you are here.

"Tobin!" Ross starts running, leaving you behind, trying to follow his son's voice.

You try to follow him but it was too late, the field had already changed your position.

"WHAT THE HELL?!" You stamp your foot on the floor, clenching your hands as you try to control the anger inside you. "When this kid and I get out of here, I'm going to beat the shit out of him...With all due respect, of course."

The rain starts to fall, increasing in intensity as you walk through the grass, trying to find Ross and Tobin.

"If I hadn't taken a vacation, everything would be fine..." You mutter, trying to look up, but the rain only made it difficult for you to see.

You decide to sit on the wet grass, hiding your head between your legs, hugging them in an attempt to keep warm and protect yourself from the rain.

Falling asleep without realizing it, you look up at the sky, noticing the rain had stopped and it was dawning.

"And here we go." You get up with a slight pain in your back, stretching yourself trying to alleviate it. "Besides feeling alone, I feel like an old woman..."

Starting to walk again, you look around, hoping to find something or someone to help you.

Your vision is tired of seeing only grass and daylight, the scorching sun slowly burning your skin, sweat sliding down your forehead and neck, your body warning you of dehydration.

Suddenly, you hear Tobin's voice and two other people, a man and a woman, who you hadn't heard before.

"Hey, can someone help me? I'm lost here!" You look up, your ears focusing on the screams of others.

"That's nothing new since we're all stuck here!" Cal sighs and rolls his eyes.

"Guys, my dog is dead..." Tobin says in a crying voice, not knowing what to do.

"I have an idea! Tobin, keep talking loud so we can all reach you!" You start running in the direction of Tobin's voice, everyone running in the same direction.

You meet Tobin, who was looking at his dead dog in a state of decomposition, Cal and Becky, who appeared to be brothers and who were also lost there and then another man appears, Travis.

"Thank God." Becky smiles, feeling relieved in a way, as she looks at the rest of the group.

"Who are you?" You raise an eyebrow, breathing heavily as you recover from the run you had just done.

"I'm Becky, this is my brother Cal." The woman points to her brother, who was looking at you with a suspicious look. "And this one is Travis...my...ex."

You noticed the change in tone in her voice as you discreetly looked at her pregnant belly, the pieces of the puzzle quickly falling into place inside your mind.

"And you?" Becky looks at the blonde boy while rubbing her belly.

"I'm Tobin..." The boy looks at Becky, Cal and Travis, then turns to you. "I heard your voice, you were with my father, weren't you?

You nod, looking at him. "I thought your father found you." Frowning, you cross your arms.

"I had heard his voice approaching me but suddenly, he disappeared and I remained alone." The boy's loneliness was like a stab in your heart, no one deserves to be alone, especially at his age.

"I'm very sorry." You sigh, lowering yourself to his level as you rub his shoulders in a comforting, almost maternal way. "We're going to find him and when we do, we'll all get out of here."

The tension in the young boy's muscles eases as you comfort him. "Thanks." He waves and smiles.

"Okay, which way?" Cal looks around, looking for a way out.

"I have an idea...Tobin, get on my shoulders." Travis bends down, giving Tobin access to his shoulders. The boy sits on them and slowly, Travis stands up. "Okay, now...Do you see anything?"

Tobin looks in all directions until his gaze finds the church which was on the other side of the road, in front of the field.

"The church! I see it!" Tobin points in its direction and Travis starts walking, followed by the others. "Don't separate from us, not even for a minute."

You nod and the others do the same, following Travis and Tobin as they think about why this strange field exists.

Your mind browsed through your memories, more precisely in the brief moments you had shared with Ross.

Damn, the man was married and already had a son, but oh...He was so handsome. It was as if he were a Greek God...That shirt he was wearing, open on the upper part of his chest, giving access to his curious gazes, those lips that were just the right amount of flesh and his penetrating blue gaze, which seemed to drown out all your thoughts everytime you looked at him. (Aquaman reference, got it? Because Patrick Wilson is Orm and...Yeah, you got it AHEM.)

Your thoughts were interrupted by a loud thump behind you, making you jump and quickly turn around to see what had happened.

Becky had passed out, being surrounded by the group while Cal tried to save her, pressing both hands together on her chest repeatedly.

"What happened?" You ask, not moving closer to give her brother and ex space as they both tried to save her.

"She just fainted, fell..." Travis' chest was breathing heavily as he felt sick.

You looked at her belly, worried about the safety of the baby and the mother.

Suddenly, Ross appears in the tall grass, bending down and trying to save her, successfully.

Becky takes a deep breath and coughs, sitting up and looking at the man in surprise.

"Dad!" Tobin runs into Ross' open arms, who catches him and holds him in a tight hug.

"My son...Are you okay?" Ross looks at the smiling boy, stroking his blonde hair.

The boy nods and looks at the others. "They helped me."

Ross smiles and looks at everyone, his gaze meeting yours, a moment that seemed to pass much slower than usual. "You...Thank you for taking care of my son."

Nodding, you look away as a blush takes over your cheeks. CONCENTRATE!

"I ended up getting to the road but I wasn't going to leave my wife and son here." Ross smiles, hugging Tobin.

"How?" Travis raises an eyebrow, sighing.

"I can only say that it's not a straight line. Where were you all going?" Ross looks at the group, directing his gaze once again to you.

"In the direction of the building." You smile at Tobin's father earning a smile in return.

"Building?"

"We were close..." Cal helps Becky to her feet, looking around.

"Come up again, Tobin." Travis kneels, allowing the blonde to sit on his shoulders again.

He rotates 360°, unable to find the building.

"It disappeared." Tobin continues searching, without success.

"That's how it works around here, but I have a lucky ticket for anyone who wants it." Ross opens his arms, smiling widely at the others.

"You had the chance to get out of here, why didn't you do it?" Travis narrows his eyes, crossing his arms.

"I wasn't going to leave my wife and son here, considering that now, I have you all to save too." He laughs lightly, shaking his head. "Come on, I'll show you the way..."

Ross begins to lead the way, being followed by the others.

Something didn't feel right...The fact that Ross knew how to get out of that place was very strange, but there was nothing you could do but to follow him.

You continued to follow Ross, watching the sky darken quickly, the orange color of the afternoon turning into the dark blue of the night.

Humboldt began to sing, his voice resembling the song of sirens, drawing you more and more with a dangerous melody.

"You have a beautiful voice." You look at Ross, who turns to you, nodding.

"Thanks, I used to be in a band when I was young." Ross smiles and returns to lead the way.

Suddenly, you come across a large black rock in the center of the field, with several drawings contained on it, as if they were describing a ritual.

"We're here." Ross smiles, but this time differently...A mischievous smile.

"What is that?" You ask, pointing to the rock.

"This...It's the stone of redemption...Touch it and you will know everything." Ross moves closer to you, his breath hitting against your cheek. "Touch it."

You swallow hard, approaching the stone, reaching out your hand until...

"STOP!!! DON'T TOUCH THE ROCK!" Natalie shouts, appearing in the center of the field.

"Mom!" Tobin runs towards her, hugging her.

"I don't know what he told you, but it's a lie!" The mother looks at Ross, narrowing her eyes.

"Honey? What happened?" Humboldt tries to get closer.

"DON'T COME CLOSER!" Natalie places Tobin behind her, taking steps back as her gaze shifts to Becky. "You..."

Becky raises her eyebrows in surprise, not recognizing Natalie.

"I saw...I saw...She was...She was..." She breathes heavily, holding back the tears that were about to fall from her eyes.

"She was...She was what? Just say it." Ross's smile gets wider and wider as he looks at his wife.

"She wasn't alive." Natalie turns away, hiding her face with her right hand. "And you were going to hurt me..."

"Hurt you?" Ross frowns. "How can you think something like that? I would never do that, we're together...We're a family, aren't we Travis?" Ross opens his arms and turns to the man.

Becky suddenly begins to feel severe pains in her stomach, squirming as Cal and Travis rub her back.

An image comes to her mind, Ross was in the middle of the grass, his eyes were completely white as if there was no soul there, as if he was being controlled by the field, a wide smile spread across his face as he lowered his head.

Becky comes back to reality, looking at Ross.

"Let's go." Her gaze becomes serious, taking steps back. "Now."

You frown, looking at everyone there. Certainly, something wasn't right there and the only thing you wanted at that moment was to get out of there.

"Want to come with us?" Travis looks at Natalie and Tobin, who nod but don't move when they see Ross has positioned himself in front of them.

"No...You don't understand...You have to touch the stone!" Ross smiles, trying to mislead them. "But I just don't understand one thing...How did you find us? Why are you here?" Ross narrows his eyes, frowning as he points at Natalie. "The field wouldn't let you find us...Unless..." The pieces fit together in Ross's mind. "This isn't about you..." He opens his eyes wide in realization. "It's about me."

He turns to the stone, his breathing increasing more and more.

"You want the hard sell? Sure, that's fine with me." He shrugs and is then surprised by Travis, who jumps on him, punching him in the face.

"Run!!!" Travis screams as he continues to punch him.

Tobin runs ahead of Natalie, managing to get away from his father, but it was too late for his mother.

Ross elbows Travis in the face, making him fall and then grabs Natalie, who screams as she tries to escape her husband's hands.

"MOM!!!" Tobin tries to go back to her, but is held back by Becky.

You stand there, motionless next to Cal, looking at Ross in shock.

Ross begins squeezing both sides of Natalie's head, causing her to bleed as she looks at her son.

"No...Son, don't worry...It's just grass and all flesh is grass." Ross increases the strength in his hands, crushing Natalie's head, causing blood to spray everywhere.

Ross's face was covered in blood, as were his clothes, mixing with the mud and sweat present on his body.

"RUN!" Travis manages to get up and starts running, Becky; Cal and Tobin leading the way.

You look at Ross, your gaze focused on the blood present on his face. Humboldt noticed your gaze and smiled at you, licking his lips, savoring the taste of iron and then, winking at you.

"Let's go!" Travis pulls your arm, making you follow him as you all ran away from Ross, not knowing where to go.

"You have nowhere to run!" Ross shouts, still standing in the center of the field, not even bothering to follow you all.

You find an abandoned store and decide to enter it, trying to hide from Ross, but deep down you knew there was no way out.

Tobin hugs Becky, looking at the ground. "He's right, we're all grass."

You look at the boy, thinking about what you could do to help them.

"If we stay here, he'll find us and it'll be worse." Travis sighs, placing his hands on his waist.

"And what do we do?" Becky looks at her ex, waiting for an answer.

Freddy, Tobin's dog, passes through an isolated patch of tall grass, then disappears.

"What? Where did he go?" Cal asks, still looking out the window.

Seconds later, Freddy appears on the road, heading towards the church.

"There's a gap there, like a wormhole. That's where we have to go, let's go!" Travis smiles, feeling a twinge of hope in his chest.

You had stopped paying attention to others a long time ago, as your mind was focused on something else: Ross.

That moment when he licked his lips and winked at you flirtatiously kept replaying in your head. The way he breathed, the way he spoke, the way he smiled... Oh, how extremely delicious he was.

And the blood giving a final touch to that man's personality, an aggressive but erotic touch at the same time, how could that be possible? You thought.

Is this unhealthy? You questioned yourself. The fact that you were attracted to a person who had just killed your partner in front of you and everyone but who smiled and winked at you, especially you...Was it a bad thing?

You stopped and thought, wondering if it was the field that was making you think these things.

You snapped out of your trance when you noticed everyone leaving the store, heading towards the "gap."

"Hey, wait for m-" You froze as you felt a strong hand grab your shoulder, forcing you to turn around.

"Do you know what your mistake is?" Ross looks at you with a calculating look, his breath hitting your lips. "It's the simple fact that you all think that one day you will leave this place." He smiles menacingly, stroking your cheek.

You start to run as fast as you can, pushing through the tall grass with your hands, reluctantly looking back and realizing that this time, Ross was running after you.

You try to speed up your steps, running tirelessly, the dose of adrenaline increasing within your blood.

You look back again, Ross was no longer there. When you turn around, you are surprised by him, who jumps on top of you, pinning you to the ground with his weight while holding both your hands together above your head.

You squirm, not noticing that your movements caused Ross's erection to grow inside his brown pants.

"I'm impressed." Ross smiles widely, referring to the race. The moonlight hitting your skin, highlighting every detail of your bodies.

You can't focus on anything other than Ross's bloodied face, which was very close to yours.

"I noticed the way you look at me, you're attracted to me, aren't you sweetie?" Ross kisses your neck, making you sigh and close your eyes for a brief second.

"The grass knows everything, and it told me that you want to feel me inside you." He licks a stripe that starts on your neck and ends on your cheek, leaving a trail of saliva mixed with blood. "You want to be mine, don't you?"

You swallow hard, your chest going down and up repeatedly in a short period of time.

Ross's gaze goes lower and lower, stopping at your breasts, noticing your hard nipples from the contact between your two bodies.

Ross continues to trap your hands with his left hand and with his right, he lifts your tank top, causing your breasts to pop out.

"Round and perfect." He caresses your belly, his hand exploring the small stretch marks on your waist, then going higher, caressing your breasts and feeling the stretch marks also present there and squeezing your nipples, playing with them, making you moan and arch your back.

Your mind becomes empty, being once again filled entirely by him.

Humboldt lowers his face, licking the place under your belly button, moving up while his tongue tastes your soft skin until he reaches your breasts, taking one nipple in his mouth, caressing the other with his free hand.

You moan louder, arching your back and grinding against him, yearning for more.

He separates his face from your breasts, looking back at you.

"So beautiful." He kisses you fervently, as if he’s needy.

Your tongues mingle, a strange feeling in your stomach area taking over you as you feel his erection get bigger and harder.

He kisses your neck again, giving small bites there, intensifying the pleasure.

You could swear he would make you come right there, without even penetrating you.

He kneels down next to you, stopping his grip on your hands to see if you would react, but you didn't.

You did absolutely nothing, just stood there...Waiting for him to continue.

Ross seeing this, took off your pants, looking at your panties, completely wet. He smiled and positioned himself in front of her face, unbuttoning his pants, releasing his cock wet with pre-cum.

"Be a good girl and help me with this." Ross began to masturbate in front of her face, placing the tip of his penis between her lips.

You took his penis in your hands and started licking the tip, eliciting a loud moan from Ross, who looked at you while stroking your hair.

Your tongue began to work at the base, sucking the man's balls and caressing the hair on top, tracing a path over the veins that ran from the beginning to the end of his dick.

Oh, and his dick was huge. It was full of veins, with some hair at its base, it was...perfect.

Your mouth opened and you sheltered him in your heat and wetness, the sensation sending shivers down Ross's spine as yet another moan escaped the man's lips.

You knelt as you worked on his pleasure, the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat, making tears run down your cheeks as you tried not to choke.

Ross wiped one of her tears with his thumb, taking it to his mouth and sucking it, feeling the salty taste.

"Mmhm, keep going baby...I'm about to come." He throws his head back, his hips start to move at the same time as he fucks your throat.

You stay like that for a few more seconds until he comes and spills his hot seed inside your mouth.

Before you could do anything, he lifts your chin with his fingers and smiles.

“Swallow~” He licks his lips, waiting for you to do as he asked.

You swallow, closing your eyes and opening your mouth, sticking your tongue out, showing that you've swallowed.

"Good girl." He kisses your cheek, feeling proud.

He pushes you to the ground again, your back meeting the muddy grass as he takes off your panties and drops his mouth onto your wet pussy.

You moan at the contact of his tongue with your pussy, sinking your hand into the mud that surrounded you.

"Mmhm, how delicious." Ross opens your pussy with his index and middle fingers making a "V" shape, penetrating you with his tongue.

Your back arches unconsciously as your loud moans echo over the plantation.

You hear the strong wind blow over the tall grass, which was moving calmly, hearing voices that seem to whisper in your ear phrases like:

"You belong here."

"You are his now and his alone."

"You are grass, all flesh is grass."

Ross lifts your legs, making your lower back rise as well, giving access to your ass.

He licks and bites one of your cheeks before sinking his lips to your other hole, his eyes focused on your face.

You close your hand in the man's brown hair, moaning and moving your hips to match Humboldt's actions.

After a few minutes, you end up squirting into his mouth, making him laugh lightly and swallow your juices.

He pulls away from you, breathing heavily.

"This way, you'll finish me off." He smiles and gets up, putting his dick inside his pants then picking you up in his arms and carrying you to the rock.

You rest your head on his chest, closing your eyes as you try to recover.

"I'm not done yet, honey." He kisses your cheek as he continues to carry you.

You return to the center of the field, the grass stops moving.

He gently puts you on your feet and holds your hands, bringing you to the stone.

"Touch her, baby." He whispers in your ear. "And we will be one, forever." He nibbles on your earlobe, playing with it with his teeth.

You move closer to the stone, extending your hands until they meet the cold surface of the rock.

The sky turns crimson, as if there were an eclipse, you feel the grass embrace your arms, slowly consuming you.

Ross hugs you from behind, one hand goes down, passing over your breasts, feeling your belly and reaching your pussy.

You moan again, rubbing your bare ass against his clothed cock.

Ross's skilled fingers begin to work on your intimacy, providing you pleasure at the same time that your hands remain connected to the stone. After a few seconds, he takes his dick out of his pants, pulling them down.

He turns you around, lifting your legs, resting them on his forearms while his hands find the stone behind you, each on the side of your shoulders, making your pussy exposed as your back meets the surface. ice cold from the stone.

He gives you a long kiss, your tongues battling for territory, mixing blood and saliva as he begins to penetrate you with strong thrusts.

The sudden entrance made you scream and close your eyes tightly, resting your hands on his shoulders, the sky was completely red and the grass was laughing, witnessing the intimate moment shared between you.

He continues to give strong thrusts inside your pussy, your ass slapping against his hips, making wet and erotic sounds, feeling you close around him while your moans mix in the air.

"I will fill you with my semen, you will have my child and we will be a happy family." He whispers in your ear as he continues to penetrate you.

You caress both of his cheeks as you nod, closing your eyes as you both reach your peak.

"Oh my..." You roll your eyes back, feeling his warm seed fill your insides, the promise of a new life being made.

He takes a deep breath, resting his forehead against yours as he smiles.

"My dear..." He kisses your forehead, leaving another trail of blood on your face.

"Now you are mine."

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#ross humboldt x reader #ross humboldt #in the tall grass #canon x reader #patrick wilson #patrick wilson characters #this movie is so good #OH NO HES HOT #Me? simping for fictional characters? Yes...

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kyouka-supremacy · 10 months

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The very opening in BEAST and the implications of The Heartless Cur about Akutagawa constantly stuck in a dissociated state as a child in the slums does incomprehensible levels of damage to my brain. Living in a state where you're always starving, always fighting for scraps, being beaten by adults, waking up next to dead friends, having to maim or potentially kill at such an early age, escaping from traffickers so often, etc. are all so horrific that it's no wonder why he was called a child without emotions. Having to experience the grief, pain, and terror as it comes and goes in his situation would be a kind of hell that would be impossible to survive. Part of his brain probably shut itself off to avoid any more pain and distress. I have so many thoughts about it. There is something extremely heartbreaking about how despite living completely dissociated from his emotions, and possibly pain --to the point that he stared off into empty space while being beaten, or couldn't even express enjoyment at warm meals-- his priority had always been taking care of and protecting Gin and his friends. The one panels where he (gently, i have to mention) holds his friend that had frozen to death in their sleep, and him cutting a man's arm off for harming his friends imply that he either had the responsibility or took it upon himself to deal with the difficult and dangerous stuff. I am in the trenches losing the idgaf war

Akutagawa, upon feeling rage and hatred for the first time, thinks, "I've gained the ability to feel. Therefore, I'm no longer a heartless cur." Implies that he probably didn't see himself as anymore human than anybody other adult, which, considering that is all he had been called, he probably internalized. His friends were capable of smiling and experiencing joy with each other and also capable of experiencing sadness too. Did he ever look at his friends having fun and think something was wrong with him to be unable to feel anything or express it if he did? How did he feel looking at his sister--his other half, the most important person - while trying his best to take care of her and be the best for her while not being all there? How does it affect him now? So many questions and I'm going insane about it. Sorry for dumping this onto you but I needed a victim

Anon, have mercy on me

I think that Gin is such an important part of Ryuunosuke's character exactly for that. It is impossible to transcend from it– if you forget about her, you're just failing to comprehend Ryuunosuke. Gin is literally the only factor that keeps Ryuunosuke human. We see him lash out and we see him howl and we see him being beaten up and we see him act with not an ounce of reason; for most of the story, we see nothing of Ryuunosuke but a rabid animal. But I think the moment he shows to truly care about Gin, that's the moment the reader starts perceiving him as human, as well as the moment we start feeling sympathy for him. Unexpectedly and unpredictably, he shows a side of him that isn't violent and bestial, a side of him that is caring, that is loving towards a family member, something that is easy to relate to; then, even him can be human. Even in the slums, even when everything else of him seems numb and detached and heartless, he still cared for his family first. He still made flowers with his ability and retaliated against anyone who mistreated his siblings. When one of his friends got hurt, he carried them on his back. When a dog killed his friend, he mercilessly slaughtered all the dogs in the vicinity. What's that, if not the only way someone who never knew anything but violence and pain has left to express love?

Of course Ryuunosuke had internalized his being not human, of course he believes that. Of course he's the first who considers himself a dog. But that's what makes Ryuunosuke's character development so meaningful, isn't it? Isn't that true that it wouldn't result as impactful if such a strong ability to hate and such a strong ability to love didn't come from a place of true incapacity to feel? It is, alright, a simplistic perspective, but Ryuunosuke's story really is the succession of quests that have him gain emotions, and with every new one he becomes a little more human, till he's reached the fulfillment of his being. Maybe love really is the ultimate thing that makes us human.

#ryūnosuke akutagawa #gin akutagawa #bsd #bsd beast #bsd analysis #mine #people asks me stuff #Sorry this is so messy. My brain really went all over the place while writing this I have so many conflicting feelings about Beast-#I could never wish to put in words. I wrote and discarded ten paragraphs and then wrote and discarded some more #Akutagawa was good since the start. I think that's the case even where the author pushes to make the reader think otherwise #because I believe in the inherently good nature of humans even if the author doesn't. End post

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appeypie · 7 months

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Did you ever post that Komalink essay that was in your head

I saw you're one post and how you said Zora royalty crush on Link and I might be converted to that ship now 🤭

sorry this took me so much time to answer anon but I WILL GLADLY SHARE IT!!!!

my long awaited KOMALINK TRUTHER ESSAY!!

To start, I adore the parallels between these two... they're both coming of age in their respective cultures! and having a rough time of it, it seems..

They're both very close with their grandmas, though sadly Komali's has passed away... they both have sisters, too!! (or, for Komali, a sister figure. Medli acts very maternal and caring towards him throughout the game, even commenting on watching him grow up saying something to the effect of, "he's grown into a fine young rito, is this how a mother feels?")

Between the coming of age stories, the alive and deceased grandmas, the little and big sisters... they both mirror each other perfectly!!

Of course Komali is going through some major anxiety issues, understandably. link is able to help him through it, which is very sweet to see :)

Before and after finishing dragon roost cavern. I just love the insight this NPC gives us! after Link inspires the confidence in him, he gets so happy!!

At first it's easy to see it as him just simply looking up to link, and I'm sure it started that way, but it starts leaning into crush territory...!

.. EVERY conversation?!?!

Komali's name comes from "hikikomori" in Japanese, which refers to severe social reclusiveness. he seems to be a very sheltered boy who wouldn't have very many friends off island... so who could he be talking about hmm ??? who's the one guy we know he likes off island...? who he wont shut up about....????

There's also this dialogue from a random Rito NPC (sadly I don't have the game caps, but here's it from a text dump):

(If it's too hard to read, it says:

"We used to have such nice breezes blowing through here... Now the air is crazy. I'm positive the strange winds are a result of the wind god's anger. See, there's an important shrine below here that got broken...and now we're paying the price. What cursed luck...

We Rito cannot live without the wind. Before we take to the skies, we always go down and visit the wind god's shrine. That's the way it's always been.")

The Rito and the wind are intertwined... very fitting that the prince would fall for someone who could control it 🥺

And Yes !! LOZ has a pattern of having the Zora princesses fall in love with link...

Since the Zora evolved into the Rito in WW, they decided to mix it up and make it the prince!

We're at the point of this post where I'm out of Ship 'Evidence' and I'm now just throwing images from my files at you. I love this one at the end of the game where Komali is the first one to greet them coming back from what was left of Hyrule (also very exciting for baby me, who was a huge Komali fan)

Link just stares at him...

I also adore how this is the only ship I know where you get TWO!! Height differences. Hard to get a pic of them standing next to each other pre-Valoo scale, but you get the idea

Of course we don't fully know how Link feels about him, but I like to think he was a bit annoyed with him at first (as Komali was with him)... Like why couldn't this guy just suck it up and do what had to be done? It's what Link had to do for his family. But he realized Komali had gone through a huge loss, and his Dad was a little absent. He has this huge sense of duty placed over him, and not much support. Then once he got his confidence back, he was able to really shine! Link could see that!

I feel like I might be missing something, but that's the gist of why I love them so much! Foils that grow to deeply appreciate each other :) cute little themes like royalty falling for Link & the Rito's ties to the wind. they make me so happy. they don't get the attention they deserve tbh

#the legend of zelda #loz #link #prince komali #komalink #komali #wind waker #loz ww

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wifeofnozelsilva · 1 year

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I'm request (y/n) divorced William after the Elf collapse because she was severely injured in that incident. Five years later, he sees her again at the star festival with a twin boy he's never seen before. (Actually, the two children are his children, but they misunderstand that they are the children of the new husband) haha and finally, don't forget to take care of your health ☺️

Hi @nongphuth! Thank you for sending a request! And also, thank you for your concern, sweetheart!♡

This idea of yours, I absolute love it! Though the thought of William being heartbroken does hurt me (╥ω╥`) He just deserve so much love! ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚

And my apologies for doing this request very late, due to a lot of school works I had to do for the past months, truly sorry about it. For now, this will be part 1 of your request.

I hope you'll love this sweetie! Have a lovely day!♡♡

Part 1: One Last Chance

Pairings: William Vangeance × F!Reader

Warning: Angst to Fluff,

Eye Color — E/C

First born name — FB/N

Second born name — SB/N

"I want a divorce"

4 words. That's all it takes for William's heart to shatter into pieces. Those heartbreaking words that he has been wishing to never hear from you ever since you both got married 3 years ago.

William stared at you, eyes full of shock, mouth agape. He was about to speak when you beat him to it, "I– I'm sorry, Will... I just can't do this anymore. You've been so distant to me for months now, you've been pushing me away, stopped having breakfast, lunch, and dinner with me, you'd turn down any of my offers so coldly; and then you lied to me and hurted me, both physically and mentally... I just can't do it anymore, William."

Suddenly, William started to remember how he has been treating you for the past few months. He didn't mean it, truly. He was just so focused on helping his friend, he didn't mean to hurt you, mostly you, the person who he vowed to never hurt until death do they part.

Tears were now pouring out of your eyes, you don't know what to do, this isn't what you expected to happen in your marriage... "William. I love you, I do, but I can't take it anymore."

The room went silent, the only noise that can be heard was your sods. William didn't know what to say or do, he was going to lose you, the only person who loved him.

"I– I understand.."

That was all he could say before standing up and leaving your hospital room. 2 words. That was all it takes for your marriage to finally shatter apart.

5 years later...

The Star Awards Festival is an annual festival that celebrates the Magic Knights' achievements and reveals the squads' rankings, based on the number of stars obtained during the year.

William Vangeance, who's still the captain of the Golden Dawn, was walking around the capital in disguise before the ceremony starts. He was now in his early 30's, though even if 5 years has passed, William still looked young for his age.

The sound of people and music filled his ears as he walks around on his own. He wanted to look around the festival and to have some time alone since work has been more stressful for the past few weeks for him. A small smile was plastered on his lips as he sees children running around playing together.

The mere thought of children made William happy, children are one of the most precious living beings on earth. They're cute, adorable, lovable, small human beings. William's smile grew wider when he thought of having a family with a sudden person in his mind, you.

But suddenly, his smile disappeared. You're not his anymore. You weren't his anymore for 5 years now. He felt his heart ache, the mere thought of you being in the arms of another man made William broken. He still loves you up to this day.

He snapped out of his thoughts when he suddenly felt someone bump into him. "AH!" The small figure that dumped into him yelped. "I-i'm so sorry, Mister! I didn't mean to dump into you!" The young boy apologized, slightly bowing to William.

"It's alright, little boy. Where is your-", William stopped halfway through his sentence when he felt the little kid's mana, strange... his mana felt familiar. But this is their first encounter, so how is it familiar to him?

"Mister?–"

"SB/N!"

Their attention shifted to another child that looks exactly like the child in front of William, "Mom has been looking for you! Where have you been?!" The newcomer questioned the other, a cute angry, yet slightly worried look on his face. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to run off! I just saw something that caught my interest!"

"Well don't do that again! Mom has been worried sick! Come on!" The other said, his hand reaching out for his brother's hand, "I-i'm sorry again, Mister!" The first one slightly bowed once again to William.

"It's alright. Let me help you two be taken to your mother, I'm sure she'll be relieved that the both of you aren't hurt." William offered, a kind smile on his lips.

"But–"

"Don't worry, I'm a magic knight," he slightly revealed the Golden Dawn symbol to the two boys, two pairs of purple eyes shined bright at the sight of the symbol, "You two are safe with me."

Few minutes later...

"What are your names, boys?"

"I'm FB/N! I'm the oldest, and this is SB/N, he's the youngest! He's the one who dumped into you earlier, Mister." FB/N said he was the one leading the way while his brother and William were behind him following.

"What about you, Mister? What's your name?" SB/N asked, looking up at William while walking beside him.

"My name is William, and I'm the captain of the Golden Dawn." "EH?!–" William pressed his index finger on his lips, signaling to be quiet not wanting to gain any attention, the two boys immediately nodded their heads and continued walking.

While walking, the three made small chit-chat here and there as they were near their destination. "Are you married, Mister?" FB/N asked curiously, still walking ahead.

The question slightly caught William off guard, "Before, Yes. Now, no.." "Why? What happened, Mister?"

He went silent. Should he be telling this to children? Though, something about these two children is making him want to tell them why. But why? He barely even knows them. But something inside of him is telling him that he and the children have some kind of special bond together...

"BOYS!"

That voice..

"Mom!" The identical twins immediately ran in the direction of their mother. He didn't want to look. He knows who that voice belongs to. That oh-so-familiar voice that he misses so much after 5 years...

Yet still, he turned to look.

There you are, on your knees checking the two boys standing in front of you, a worried look on your face. 'You still look so beautiful...' William compliments in his thoughts, alonging look in his eyes.

Sighing to yourself, about to say thank you to the person who said by your children who have helped them, but immediately stopped midway when you saw who the person was...

Part 2 is yet to be made...

#william vangeance #black clover william vangeance #william vangeance x reader #william vangeance x f!reader #black clover william #black clover x reader #black clover #golden dawn #william vangeance imagines #black clover slight angst to fluff #black clover scenarios #black clover fanfiction #black clover fic

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ghostsbimbo · 6 months

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the boys & hearing a song from your phone on shuffle a/n: nsfw songs ahead <3 ur welcome. tw: some songs contain heavy subjects such as rape.

simon "ghost" riley - good lookin' by dixon dallas

He's bouncing off my booty cheeks, I love the way he rides I can hardly breathe when he's pumping deep inside I kiss him on his neck and then he kisses on my bussy Call him "Daddy" while I holler Man, that boy so damn good looking (looking, looking)

He has a thousand yard stare as you try to contain your laughter at the song. you love this song, and the artist in general. You originally found him when he was just doing rap, his name being iamjakehill. you completely embraced both the pop punk (ur pretty) project & the country project of his. and now, you're showing your lieutenant one of his very gay masterpieces, despite the artist being a very straight man.

könig - dana dan by bloodywood

Not all men, yes, all men Need all men for what we're solvin' Can't be what it's been but we're evolvin' You see for yourself now get involved in Talking all in, do more, boy, it's a war Chainsaw to the dead weight, leave it raw Bloody galore as we clean out the core Yeah, we do it for her, so we kick in the door

he definitely looked up the lyrics, meaning behind the song, and translation as soon as it was over, and with that he found a new band to listen to. listen, the dude may basically be a war criminal [ they all fuckin are, lets admit it ] but he sure as hell would fucking destroy a rapist as soon as he had the opportunity. all of them would.

john price - i threw glass at my friend's eyes and now I'm on probation by destroy boys

But fuck you! You're so old, dude! Like seriously, what do you think you're doing? Your hands are so big and you're so tall, wow! You know, I kinda wish I had let you do that one thing that one time But in retrospect, it would've been a bad idea 'cause You don't care about me like I care about you so I feel bad

man, this dude felt this song was a personal attack on him. yes, y'all had an age gap, but you needed to assure him he was perfectly fine, and you just liked the song because of trauma prior to meeting him. being a kid/teenager with unmonitered internet access really fucked you up, buddy.

keegan p. russ - chokehold by sleep token [ cover by will ramos ]

So show me that which I cannot see Even if it hurts me Even if I can't sleep Oh, and though we act out of our holy duty to be constantly awake

to say he loved the dudes voice would be an understatement, and then to figure out it was a cover of a song and he heard the original? the man was offended you kept will ramos, his band lorna shore, and the band sleep token from him. his phone would end up being filled with both bands discography.

kyle "gaz" garrick - to the hellfire by lorna shore

Accept this descent into the night Releasing your grasp to induce separation Plunged into the shadows Lost in sensation, we're free falling down into the everblack Can you feel it? These pins and needles

He got scared. He also wondered how you could understand what the guy was saying the whole time. He got VERY confused when the pig squeals started - confused enough to ask if they had a pig in studio. You laughed and explained that no, the vocalist that was screaming - Will - did it all himself. It then lead to you info dumping on the genre of music as a whole.

johnny "soap" mactavish - pisces by JINJER

No promises I ever give Don't rely on me and I won't deceive The beginning or the end you can't tell When I wave my fin and shake my tail I grew in different normality With unblamable morality Hooks and nets are there for me But I'm skittish

The soft voice is what got to him, his eyes going wide when he heard the screaming. He didn't believe you at first when you told him the woman singing was also the one screaming, too. - "No fuckin' way is that a bonnie doin' that." - so you pulled up the song on youtube, and then also pulled up a few live videos of the band, too. He believed you after a few videos, and may have gotten a little jealous when you said she causes you to have a MAJOR gay panic. You also state you wish you had the same amount of talent as her, especially with the screaming.

#.txt #call of duty #cod mwii #mwii #simon ghost riley #johnny soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #john price #keegan p. russ #könig #rat writes

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universallychaoticpan · 1 year

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sooo...my bf and i just broke up today, and i am crushed, we ended it nicely and all but i really miss him, so if you're up for this request, ranpo(if you write for him) or/and chuuya comforting reader after a breakup, it doesn't have to be romantic, it can be completely platonic, it's all up to you babe💗

muah, i adore your writing 💗

Aw hun, im sorry I didnt get to this sooner :(( I hope you're feeling better and if not, I hope I can help. We've all been there and I totally understand missing an SO even if it ended on good terms. It feels crappy and I'm really sorry. Shameless feel good to the rescue, or so I hope. Enjoy!

At first glance, Ranpo Edogawa took few things seriously. And he liked that about himself; when most people assume you can't handle responsibility, your time is your own. But even though he was seldom serious, that didn't mean he didn't care; especially not about you. So when you texted him about your breakup, it only took him five minutes to be pounding your door down.

"Come on," he chirped, "It's too nice a day for you to be moping around your apartment."

You rubbed your eyes tiredly, your messy hair hanging in your face. "Ranpo please, I really just wanted to hang with you-"

"And you will," he declared, brushing past you and throwing your curtains open. "But we sure as hell aren't staying in this gloomy ass place. Come on, get dressed, we're leaving in ten."

You knew him better than to just hope he would give up.

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15 minutes later, you were dressed and on the move, walking through street markets as the sun beamed above you. And you had to admit, it felt nice; feeling like you could forget about your worries for a while and enjoy yourself. After one hour, you were chatting animatedly as you walked, snacking on fresh strawberries and giggling as the juice ran down your lips. After two hours (and the drinks Ranpo insisted on buying,) the two of you were laughing hysterically, feet bare and digging into the sand of the beach you had found.

"You know," you were oddly right about getting out." You lay on your back, staring up at the sky as it began to riot in shades of orange and purple as Ranpo snorted at your side.

"You say that like I'm not usually right," he teased. "Out of the two of us, it's clear one of us has t be the brains.

"You might be right," you laughed, "Which I suppose makes me the good looks of this operation?"

You smirked victoriously, Ranpo's smile going from laughably offended to sly-

before he picked you up, ran down the shore-

and promptly dumped you in the water amidst the cacophony of screaming laughter.

You groaned as you pulled yourself from your bed, the knocking at your door getting even louder if it was possible every time you tried to ignore it.

"I am going to kill you," you muttered, seeing Chuuya's unmistakable shock of red hair. "Wanna wallow forever."

"And so you shall," he replied, brushing past you into your living room. "But no one ever said you had to do it alone so I am now joining you." Plopping down on your couch, he looked over at you with his cheesiest fake smile and you found yourself laughing in spite of yourself.

"Alright, but I'm warning you I'm shit company right now."

"If that bastard ruined you-"

"No, Chuuya," you sighed, rubbing your forehead tiredly. "We don't hate them, ok?" Shlumping beside him, you sighed when you felt his fingers begin to wind through the slight tangles in your hair.

"You may be on good terms with them," he muttered, "doesn't mean I have to be."

"I never suggested that," you snorted. "Just no murdering my ex, ok? Promise?"

"Yeah yeah," he replied. "It's not worth the effort as it is."

"Wowwww," you giggled. "You come up with the best insults even when you're being nice."

"Yeah, and you fucking love me for it."

"I missed this, you know; feels like we haven't done something like this in ages."

He looked down at you quizzically. "Something like this as in just relax together or something like this as in wallow in shared self pity?"

"Oh come on, asshole, I'm not that self pitying," you laughed while landing a playful punch to his shoulder.

"Oh no?" he challenged. "This is coming from the person who wanted to spend the whole day 'wallowing forever?"

"Alright alright," you muttered. "So I am self pitying. You fucking love me anyway."

And he didn't have to tell you he did. You just knew in the playful way he pushed you off him, or the way he laughed at all your bad jokes the rest of the day. You knew he loved you when you woke up on your couch next to him, your tv playing quietly, and saw how he had curled himself into you.

And there wasn't a person in the world you were happier to be with right then than him.

#chuuya x reader #ranpo x reader #edogawa ranpo x reader #chuuya nakahara x reader #nakahara chuuya x reader #ranpo edogawa x reader #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs

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inkyquince · 2 years

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Inky beloved I'm feeling down in the insecurity dumps... How much would it be for soft thoughts of the LI's? Do you do commission headcannons or no

shush, i still do normal headcanons but am big tired and stressed out but big worried so lemme shoot off some soft headcannons

content warning. uh... implied past trauma for kylar. drug taking with alex.

Robin

Has plushie from when their parents were still alive and holds it very dear. Knows some of the others make fun of them for it, but they need it by their head every night or they struggle to fall asleep. In fact, its a plushie of a character in one of their games, the first one they ever played and its partially why buy the game console. The longer you're in a relationship, they start to shyly bring out the plushie more, feeling safe that you won't make fun of them. By the time the two of you leave the orphanage, they don't need the plush to sleep, but you two happily keep it by the bed still.

Kylar

They want to take a bath with you.

Hear me out, its partially not horny. But Kylar struggles with being completely naked due to trauma. This includes washing themselves and changing clothes. The reason they were first bullied was because they stopped changing clothes and stopped showering and its taken a lot of therapy for them to clean up as much as they have by the time they meet you. You might never know what happened to them, but they will show their utter trust in you if they ask you to bathe with them. Them leaning against your chest, almost fully submerged in the bubbles, happily letting you wash them. If they gain enough courage, they might start something naughty, but mostly if you two, the bubbles, snuggling and the rubber ducky bobbing past.

Alex

They prefer drinking to getting high but one night they do wanna get high with you. Just lie back and stare at the stars, feeling the world take one step to the left as you and Alex stay still.

Being high means that they aren't grounded, like they usually feel when they're drinking, it means that they're gently floating. One time Alex got high with their siblings and got so spooked they hid away and cried for ages. They liked it at first, but their trip turned bad. But there's no way their trip would turn sour if you're there, holding their hand and giggling your head off.

Avery

One day, Avery will pick you up for a date and take you back to their house instead of a fancy restaurant or a party. They will park in their drive way and sigh softly before looking at you.

"I need your eyes on only me tonight."

You protest that your eyes are always on them but they just give a small smile and get out. You follow them to the kitchen and they make a okayish meal, its nothing... Great. Just scrambled eggs and toast with some warmed up pre-cooked sausages, but just compliment it and they will kiss your temple.

They lead you to their room and just lie down, and hold you close as they sleep. They don't share what happened, but it must have been bad. They don't initiate sex but they press their nose into your neck and their hand against your stomach. They wish to hold you, for you to only be there for them, not the fancy surroundings for once.

Eden

Eden would capture a wolf pup for you. Will come home, covered in scratches, but if you ever wanted a dog, he'd be shuffling in, a tiny pup in his arms, sniffling at the air and yapping softly.

Now, don't get me wrong, Eden will say its up to you to look after them, but they will become that meme of the dad with the cat they didn't want. Makes a lil dog kennel for it, will make its food, will train it to heel and hunt and roll over.

Eden mainly wanted the pup for protection. It will grow up, strong and powerful, and it will protect their greatest treasure. They make sure that the wolfpup will shield you from anyone and anything if Eden can't.

Sydney

Their biggest want in life is to wake up and go downstairs and see you and Sirris chatting away, maybe making breakfast.

Sydney hasn't been able to have a stable home since their other parent passed away, and its been... Rough. Sirris has done well, but there's a reason they took refuge in the Temple, as it symbolized a second family for them.

But you came along.

So, even if Sydney either falls deeper into corruption, or stays pure, they wish for family outings, movie nights, cooking dinner all together. They want Sirris to adore you like another child, for you to wake up beside them and coo them awake. They want to hold your hand underneath the blanket, they wanna play footsie underneath the table at a restaurant as Sirris chats away about fun facts about the shrimp they just ordered. Sydney wants to take your hand, at the end of a fun night together, and have Sirris hug you both goodnight, before falling asleep, curled around each other.

Whitney

One day, they will pick you up in a rusted pick up truck, that their parents sneered at. One day, they will give you 10 minutes to grab your shit and put it in the back, maybe with a rucksack at your feet. One day, Whitney will be the one to drive away, and the only thing from this shit town they bring with them, is you.

Maybe its just a road trip, maybe its for life. Whitney can't see anyone else they would fight over space with in the backseat when trying to sleep. No one else to try to help them figure out the outdated map they stored in his desk from years ago, a promise to their future.

Whitney wants it all. The shitty coffee you two share, the way you two take turns to sleep. The uncomfortable sex in the backseat, the arguing, the make ups. The excitement of exploring a new life with no one but the only one who could actually love them beside them, their legs tucked underneath them in the front seat.

#hi #hope this is okay babe #am overstimulated but didnt wanna sleep before getting htis to u #ahhhh #lots of people talking to ink tonight #ink needs vodka and a nap #dol #quincewrites #murielsimp #robin the orphan #kylar the loner #sydney the fallen #sydney the faithful #eden the hunter #whitney the bully #alex the farmer #avery the businessperson #sfw #degrees of lewdity

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k1rameki · 5 months

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i think i need to expand on my losergirl ayana agenda bc lord have i become hyperfixated (buckle up bc i have gone absolutely insane over this) (this might also end up becoming a hc dump uh oh) (also bear in mind thanks to all the recent art ive been seeing of her ive been on a real ayana kick when it comes to ships n shit so yeah some hcs with the other characters imma mention can be interpreted romantically too teehee) (and also!!! more general ayana hcs too :333 i have a cavity in mein cranium that can only be filled with soft ayana content)

also quick emoji keys for dialogue i may add for this ^_^

🎸 - aldryx

🩻 - tabi

🔻- ayana

🎧 - dalia

📼 - agoti

some of the many reasons i believe ayana is an absolute girlfailure is her complete and utter failure in her previous relationship/s (I SAY THIS BC SHE PROBABLY HAS BEEN IN A FEW THAT HAVENT WORKED OUT LONG BEFORE SHE MET BOYFRIEND,, also shes just awkward as hell but thats a story for anotha time)

NOT ONLY THAT BUT HELLO??? she appears so calm and collected whenever shes engaging in simple conversation but internally shes freaking out and she has no idea where anything is gonna end up going and often times she can and she WILL let stupid things slip out of her mouth and immediately she regrets it

and let me tell you this she gets more and more pathetic and losery around dalia,, this woman is in LOVE (hence that stupid doodle i made where aya's just freaking out over the slightest bit of affection given to her) (looks like she might have abandonment issues sorry what)

IN FACT. GIVING PHYSICAL AFFECTION TO EVERYONE. SHES ALL FOR THAT SHIT,, hugs, kisses, stroking hair, you name it, this girl is a massive cuddlebug you cant convince me otherwise

i mentioned my pastry chef ayana hc in passing but i'm gonna fully expand on that now: SO. also aya family hcs bc people should talk ab that but ayana's dad is a chef (no specific speciality, but he does make a lot of baked goods) and growing up she would often mirror what he does and that eventually led to her practicing and honing her skills! :D (she also studies culinary arts at college teehee) ALSO!!! she brings all sorts of baked goods she makes over for all her favourite people to enjoy constantly whether that be cookies, pastries, cakes, all of that yummy stuff

despite being an absolute loser girlfail idiot she can jam on the bass like its no tomorrow. IM TALKING ABOUT SLAP, FINGERPICKING, YOU NAME IT, SHE CAN DO IT ‼️‼️ here's an example of the bass playing style i had in mind for her, very energetic and fluid heuehehehehehe

SPEAKING OF (and this ties in a little with my band au) and whenever she drops an epic bassline everyone just stops and stares at her totally being in the zone

🔻: –casually having the time of her life playing a bassline like theres no tomorrow–

🎸: "yo holy crap aya where has this energy been this entire time"

🔻: "huh what do you mean"

HAIR EXTENSIONS!!! ive talked about this on discord before but ayana with naturally shorter hair so she wears hair extensions! (also bc gender euphoria but shhhh)

i also believe that aldryx and tabi had zero idea that she wore them and just believed her hair was naturally long. this is how their conversation went trust;

🔻: " hey guys ^_^"

🩻: ".....did you cut your hair?"

🔻: "no? my hair has always been short"

🎸: "IT HAS??!!??!!??! 😨 I THOUGHT YOUR HAIR WAS JUST REALLY LONG"

🩻: "ME TOO— jesus christ my life is a lie"

🔻: "theyre hair extensions not the holy grail calm down 😭😭😭"

AND NOW THAT WE'RE TALKING ABOUT AYANA INTERACTING WITH THE OTHERS, LET ME INTRODUCE YOU TO MY AGOTI/AYA DUO HC BC HELLO romantic or platonic these two are fucking adorable, the loserboy + losergirl pairing ever frfr (also bc i hc that theyre really close in age bc iirc ayana's birthday is january 28th so that would make her around 3-4 months younger than agoti to me at least teehee)

those two gossip about anything and everything and every single night they do each other's hair n spend time doing full fledged spa routines while talking shit about anyone and everyone bc theyre high maintenance as hell and take pride in their combined collection of bazillions of good smelling bodywashes and shampoos

🔻: "oh my god, goti i cant believe i forgot to tell you about some crazy interaction i had with someone earlier today i swear its driving me crazy"

📼: "BITCH AND YOU DIDNT TELL ME SOONER? YOU'D BETTER START FROM THE BEGINNING I NEED DETAILS IN FULL"

🔻: "OKOK SO WHAT HAPPENED WAS—"

also she works as a seamstress in her spare time when she's not doing music or baking ^_^ she often uses her expertise to create some outfits (with the help of sketches done by either tabi or agoti) and often has trouble finding someone to be her muse so she often gets dalia to help

she takes this VERY seriously by the way if she hears a singular complaint she will go insane

🎧: "how long is this gonna take 😔😔 my arms are getting sore babe i cant stand like this for much longer"

🔻: "dee i love you but i swear to god if you say that one more time i'm going to stab you with this needle until your arm is red and swollen BE PATIENT PLEASE IM BEGGING YOU 😭😭😭"

🎧: "😀😀😀😀😀 youre gonna WHAT"

also. shes got a BIG sweet tooth — she and tabi bond over sweets and trying all sorts of new things together, especially chocolatey things bc theyre both obsessed with chocolate anything

🩻: "aya i went to the store and i found this wafer cake thing and i thought you and i should try it"

🔻: "TABI THAT LOOKS DELICIOUS OMG go grab two spoons right now you and i are eating all of this right now"

🩻: "OKAY SURE :] i can already tell this is gonna taste good"

also sometimes she forgets to eat proper meals and will consistently only have sweets and snacks all day until someone calls her out on it, shes very forgetful, oopsies!

#this is what nearly three years of hyperfixating on ayana does to a person #anyways!!!! aya my beloved #I HAVE WAY MORE THAT I COULD PUT HERE BUT THIS MAY END UP BEING AN ENTIRELY SEPARATE POST #also yes i am capitalising on the fact that ayana is so shippable w anyone especially w the four i mentioned in this post #this girl is in LOVE #also people should draw more short hair ayana i will happily eat that shit up #like pleasepleaseplease i need to see short hair ayana drawings #anyways yawl can already guess that i am ayana's biggest fan and her unofficial ceo so...... what i say is instantly right/j #fnf ayana #fnf tabi #fnf agoti #fnf aldryx #fnf dalia #my art #digital artwork #headcanons #fnf headcanons

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ssahotstuff · 2 years

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Aaron Hotchner Playlist Collection 💕

Game Shows Touch Our Lives by The Mountain Goats

Word count:2.7k

Warnings: reader gets dumped but Hotch makes it better don’t worryyyy. Smut oral, fem receiving, penetration, unprotected sex so wrap it up y’all. Cursing, I think that’s it!

As always my babies these are stand-alone and don’t go with a series of any kind!

You weren't sure where to go when he put you out in the rain; you had started walking in an unknown direction, on an unfamiliar part of town. You knew he'd probably break up with you when you got back to town; you hadn't expected it to be done as soon as you'd landed and gotten in the car with him to leave.

Now you were too far away from Quantico to walk back, and the rain was pouring down in thick sheets outside. You tucked into the nearest coffee shop to take shelter, brushing your jacket off as best as you could and shivering into the line so you could get a warm drink to chill your bones. What you didn't realize was in line right behind you was your unit chief, and he was curious as to why you were soaking wet and not in your neighborhood.

"Y/n?"

You turned sharply, met with a familiar pair of chocolate brown eyes staring you down. You nearly lost it when his confusion melted into concern, but you held your composure well enough to tell him that you were just stopping in for a drink.

"You're soaked. I thought you left with— forgive me, I can never remember his name."

"That was until he put me out of his car because my job is too much for him," you spat back, venom dripping from your words. You didn't want to talk about Jeremy, not right now.

"That's typically how it goes in our line of work," you'd watched him try and fail to hold his marriage together, so you knew he felt your pain. You and Jeremy weren't serious, but it has busted your ego; technically you were way too good for him, but that didn't matter now. He had left you in the rain, not the other way around.

"Well he could've done me a favor and left me at the Academy. I've been walking since the overpass," you told him, earning a heavy sigh in response. He quickly took off his blazer and offered it to you, putting your soaked jacket in an empty booth to wait until you left. Things were already getting better now that you were wrapped up in your boss's clothes.

"I'll drive you home," you knew he'd never leave you standing in the rain, so when you stepped up to order your coffee, he ordered too, paying for the both of them. You tried to protest, but he wasn't having it. He gave you the keys and told you to go turn the heat on and that he'd join you when he had your drinks. You were much more comfortable in Hotch's car, putting the heat on full blast to try to dry some of your clothes. By the time he was joining you, you were halfway to being thawed out, your fingertips still red and cold to the touch after being out in the cold for so long.

"I can't believe you didn't call me," he shook his head, handing your drink to you before he turned his attention towards you fully.

"If anything else like that ever happens, you call. I can't have one of my best agents sick because guys your age are irrational," he was mad, not at you, but at Jeremy for leaving you in the freezing cold while it was raining.

"Guys my age suck," you chuckled, and he quickly agreed with you.

"I'm assuming you're done with him?"

"Safe to assume considering I'm already sniffly," you complained, the memories you'd made with him seemed like nothing now that he was gone; it wasn't serious, but a little heads up would've been nice.

"I'm not sure what your plans are, but you could always come back to my place and warm up," he offered, and you'd never pass up a chance to spend alone time with Hotch.

"Sounds like a plan," he shot you a grin before he took off, his arm resting comfortably on the console as he drove. He seemed much more laid back now than usual; his typical demeanor was intimidating and strong, not comforting in any real way, but he was trying now.

"We need to get you out of those wet clothes before you get sick," he pulled into his garage which offered coverage from the storm, grabbing both of your coffees as he led you to the door. He opened it for you and immediately went to find something dry to change into. When he came back, he was holding a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants, showing you in the direction of the bathroom so you could clean up.

"You can shower if you want. There are towels in the cabinet," he left you alone after that, so you did take a shower, happy to be under a stream of hot water. You felt like a new woman by the time you emerged, brushing your hair away from your face with your hands as you joined Hotch in the living room. He'd showered too, his hair still damp. He smelled heavenly, like the earth and a deep manly musk you couldn't quite place, but it was warm and inviting nonetheless.

"You smell good," you blurted out when you joined him, breathing him in, your little mundane daydream alive and well for now. You were both enjoying this a little too much, from his dopey grin to yours, you two looked absolutely smitten for each other.

"You look cozy," he replied, letting his shoulder brush against yours slightly when you sat down. You were more than cozy in his clothes; you felt like you were home. He flipped on the tv, crossing his arms over his shoulders as he decided on a show, raising his eyebrows at you to make sure his choice was a good one.

You gave him a small nod and leaned into him, sipping on your coffee, letting the storm rock the trees back and forth outside. His neighborhood was much quieter than your busy apartment building, the noise enough to keep you awake most nights.

"Better than spending the evening with what's-his-name?" He questioned, and you giggled at the nickname Hotch had given your undeserving ex boyfriend.

"Much better by far. He was always wanting to go somewhere, be out and about. That isn't me," you told him, and he nodded in understanding. Hotch wasn't much for people either, you assumed this was his idea of a perfect evening in. It was yours too, Hotch included.

"We're always on the move. When we do get to be home, I prefer to slow down," he agreed, but you knew he would. You wanted to enjoy being grounded for as long as humanly possible before you were whisked away again on the jet to go save another city.

"Me too. This is perfect," you told him, allowing yourself to snuggle in at his side. He opened his arm for you to climb under, so you did, adjusting to fit right at his side. His arm draped over your shoulders, pulling you in as you watched contestants on The Price Is Right, trying to guess the prices of toasters and brand new cars so they could walk away with them in hand. You'd always been a sucker for tv like this; it reminded you of your grandparents, being stuck home sick on a school day, watching daytime television while your grandma did crossword puzzles and you played in the floor in front of her chair. It was nostalgic, and you tried to soak in the moment so you could keep it forever.

"How many of these people do you think actually take home the brand new car?" He asked, gazing down at you, a smirk teasing the corners of his mouth.

"Less than half that win it, I'd say," you guessed, but truthfully you weren't sure; the showroom with all of the prizes had been your absolute favorite as a kid. You remembered sitting in front of the television imagining what you would choose to take home. It was never the brand new car.

"I'd take the coffee maker," Hotch joked, which made you giggle, because he almost never joked around.

"Would you bring it to the office?"

"Of course. That was the plan, replace the one in the kitchen," he said, taking a deep breath before he slid his free hand across his lap and offered it to you. You took it without a moments worth of hesitation, and fixed your gaze on the tv, watching intently to see if the current contestant would win a shiny new fridge. You were content; if there was any way you could've picked to spend your night, this was it. You were shocked at the shyness of your unit chief, normally so strong and stern, but now his hand was unsteady in yours, and his eyes would nervously scan your face every few minutes, as if he wasn't sure you were actually there. It was sweet; you'd never seen him nervous before.

The show ended and Jeopardy came on in its place, and you couldn't help but get excited. It was one of your favorites, and you were always really good at answering the questions. Hotch noticed how you sat up a little straighter and paid attention to the categories, listening intently as the first question, a science fiction category, was read.

"I'm betting you know this," he looked down at you, and you nodded, telling him the answer before the music could end. When it flashed across the screen and you were right, he actually smiled at you, squeezing your hand gently.

"Reid would be impressed," you rolled your eyes playfully. You were no match for the genius.

"Doubtful. I knew something he didn't the other day and he didn't even blink," you replied, watching closely as his body turned towards yours, leaning in towards you slightly.

"I'm always impressed by you," he cleared his throat and leaned in, lips barely brushing against yours. It felt like it should've happened ten minutes ago, the way you melted into his touch, warm and gentle against your skin that was buzzing in anticipation for him.

"I'd never leave you in the rain," his hands crept beneath your shirt, his shirt, and he groaned when he realized you hadn't put your wet bra back on. His hands made contact with your breasts and he tweaked your nipples with his fingers, pinching lightly.

"I know you won't," you mumbled between kisses, climbing into his lap so you could straddle him. Your shirt was the first thing to go, his face meeting your chest so he could pull you nipple into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around you, cupping your free breast with his hand before he moved onto it, repeating the same actions with his tongue until your nipples were hard and sensitive. His strong hands gripped your waist so he could lay you down on the couch. There was enough room for him to lay beside you, his hands toying with the waistband of your sweatpants.

"Are you okay with this?" You looked down at him and nodded, watching the relief spread out over his face as he pushed your sweatpants down. You kicked them off the rest of the way, watching as he ran a finger through your center, stopping just before he got to your clit.

"You're soaked, sweetheart. Is this all for me?"

You squeaked out a reply, a bashful yes, as he drug his finger upwards and attached it to your clit, swiping tender circles on your sensitive skin. Your legs spread open for him, so he crawled between them, giving you no warning before his mouth attached to your center. You moaned, no longer shy with his head buried between your legs. You were thankful for being tossed out in the rain, because Hotch's idea of rescuing you was one you'd never grow tired of.

"Feels so good, Aaron," he peeled up at you through his lashes, barely coming up for air. His mouth had your knees trembling, and your back arching off the couch all at once as you came embarrassingly quick. He loved every second of it, coaxing you through your orgasm and quickly working to bring you another, slipping his fingers into you as his tongue traced patterns on your clit.

"This could happen every time we get to come home," he said softly, and you thought for a moment before replying, because you weren't sure if he had feelings attached on his end. It was no secret that you'd had a crush on your boss for a long time; Jeremy had came along and Aaron had sat in the back of your mind, but from the looks of it, you'd never left his.

"You do know me best," you told him, and it was true. Other than the secrets you kept deep, Hotch knew you best of all, which is why you'd developed a crush on him in the first place. He was attentive to the things you liked, and how you felt. You thought he was just being a good boss; it ended up being much deeper than that.

"I'd agree with that," he chuckled, pressing a gentle kiss to your clit before he wrapped his tongue around you, sucking furiously. You let your hands fall to his hair, pushing him further into you. He moaned into you, making you shiver all over as you found your high, his eyes boring into yours as he let his fingers fall from your center.

"So beautiful. Can I feel you? I'm desperate to know what you feel like," he shuddered, standing up long enough to remove his pants and boxers, letting his cock spring free against his stomach.

"Don't make me wait," you teased, watching him situate with his knees outside of yours, his frame swallowing you up as he brought you forward and eased into you. You hadn't expected him to be so big; you took him in slowly, letting him fill you completely for the first time.

"Like a glove," he moaned, sliding back out of you so he could grind into you, bottoming out completely inside of you. It was possessive and greedy; he was marking you as his own. It was his way of giving himself to you, even if he'd never say the words out loud. You knew you had him, and you wanted him badly. You didn't want to see another failed relationship because of your job; you wanted someone who understood why you loved the job and could enjoy the down time you did have, and he'd been right in front of you all along.

The pounding of his hips against yours drowned out the television; other than flesh hitting flesh and the two of your moans getting lost in the echo of the house, it was quiet. The storm raged on outside, but you were taking shelter under a man who'd never let another rain cloud get you wet.

He gripped your thighs for support, wrapping into you as he folded you up and fucked you rough, all of your frustrations disappearing when he'd thrust into you. The cushions were a rumpled mess, Hotch was quite literally fucking you into the sofa, your back sank so deep in the sea of pleasure that you didn't want to move. You were perfectly content letting him fuck you, leaving him in charge to do as he pleased.

"Where should I cum, sweetheart?"

You pulled him deeper inside of you, hoping he'd get the hint. Moments later he was sputtering into you, groaning your name. You were on birth control, or you never would have let him otherwise.

"We can watch wheel of fortune from the bed," he told you, holding his arms out to help you up. He carried you to his bed, careful not to bump you on any furniture as he laid you down and let you get comfortable.

"The storm got pretty bad," you could still see the wind blowing through the trees from his bedroom window. He crawled in next to you and turned on the television, letting you rest your head on his shoulder instead of the pillow.

"I'm glad I found you before it got bad," he kissed your forehead and you could feel the blush rising to your cheeks.

"Me too. Please don't ever leave me stranded in the rain," you chuckled, and he hugged you tightly.

"Never. I mean that."

#aaron hotchner playlist collection #aaron hotchner #criminal minds #ssa aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner smut #aaron hotchner x you #hotch smut #ssa hotchner #hotch #aaronhotcnher

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itacestians-unite · 2 months

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I HAVE A QUESTION!! How do you think itacest spends family events like Christmas or New years? I personally hc them to go off somewhere alone so they can be gay together (lol) but im curious to hear your hcs :o

thanks for asking!

wait are we talking in like a human au because i have some THOUGHTS

i love familial stuff i have this concept in my head where the italies + their nyos + seborga are all siblings and live at home (probably somewhere in central italy) (no seborga doesn't get a nyo version i'm sorry) (he's also the youngest he's baby)

i do have a particular fic i've been wanting to write with this dynamic but it's specifically a veneziano x nyo romano fic…… i can talk about it if anyone's interested it's just one of those "siblings sneaking around trying to make out while nearly getting caught" type fics it's my love <3

BUT ANYWAY i'll stick to regular itacest for this ask. here's just a big dump of scenarios that came to mind (TW: religious guilt)

i love love familial stuff. i'm imagining a bunch of family coming over for the holidays and doing that thing family always does where they need to have an opinion on Everything. "your room is so messy. haven't you grown out of that by now?" and of course the infamous "when are you having kids? i want grandbabies."

they're all sitting around the table for lunch when the pestering truly begins.

feliciano goes along with it even though inside, his heart is tight and he's thinking to himself "we can never have kids. we can't even adopt one. i can't have a family with lovino. it'd be taboo it'd be weird and everyone would be asking why why why"

he forces this bright smile and rambles on from his ass, implying that he just wants to flirt around with women and stay single. rome from the other end of the table goes "haha, that's my boy!"

lovino doesn't entertain any of them. you ask when he's going to have kids and he goes "try fucking never. kids are brats who scream, cry, and shit themselves all the time."

a condescending eye roll. "you must know a lot about that."

"EXCUSE ME? i don't fucking shit myself but i'm sure that's a lot more than your creped ass can say in your old age"

lovino slams his hands down on the table and makes the whole thing shake. feliciano is mortified. most everyone else is unphased, though someone snaps at lovino not to shatter any dishes during his tantrum. this is nothing out of the ordinary with them.

family members start pestering lovino about when is he gonna get a wife, how he can't get a wife with that attitude. one of them starts listing off women they know who "might be able to put up with them." he turns down every single one with a scoff.

feliciano stares quietly the entire time this is ongoing, face slowly getting flushed, the grip on his fork getting tighter, until he eventually snaps, pleasant tone contrasting with the look of irritation in his eyes, "maybe lovino is like me and doesn't want to settle down yet."

"i don't think he has the personality to get away with that."

lovino snaps back without hesitation. he's then scolded for using blasphemies at the table.

i think they also argue a lot more around religious holidays. lovino is always volatile, but the guilt he's reminded of everyday makes him especially so. he can't decide whether to run to feliciano or avoid him, leave him for feliciano's own sake and fuck off somewhere far away. pushing and pulling, kissing and rejecting. feliciano is usually good at letting things side and suppressing his anger so well he doesn't even feel it, yet with the shame raging over him and lovino's increasingly pissy mood, getting unpredictably turned down for snuggles and kisses, he can't help but snap back, all passive aggressive, and that's just makes lovino even angrier. he tells feliciano to stop being a coward and talk real shit or keep his mouth shut. feliciano insists in exasperation that he doesn't want to fight and tries to run away, but lovino blocks him.

i don't see them having hate sex (feliciano, in particular, i don't think could handle it. but i think lovino would be all for it.) but it sounds fun to write nonetheless.

back to the religion part, their relationship is incest. it's gay. it's unholy. there's nothing saving it no matter how you look at it. they go to church together, come home together, do not sleep together that night out of shame.

feliciano feels that swirling pit of guilt in his stomach and tries to go to lovino for comfort, tries placing a kiss to his lips, forgetting himself in the feeling of someone he loves.

lovino snaps, shoving him off, his own guilt gnawing at his bones. "fuck, don't touch me."

"I just want to kiss you."

"you don't need to kiss me. there's not a single goddamn reason you'd ever need to kiss me."

"but… i want to. i love you." feliciano's hands wrap loosely, hesitantly around lovino's waist.

"i said don't fucking touch me! for god's sake, feliciano. you think i want my brother's hands all over my body? you think i'm a sick bastard who's into that?"

feliciano freezes, all teary-eyed as he releases lovino, takes two steps back. "i'm sorry. i just want to forget how gross it feels in my own body right now by loving yours instead."

he turns and leaves in a hurry. lovino slams a fist against the table, unsure if he hates himself more for hurting feliciano or for loving him.

they make up, eventually, and proceed to have some of their hottest sex.

heavy breathing in a dark room, naked bodies frotting against each other, feliciano's fingers digging into lovino's shoulders, lovino squeezing feliciano's hips so hard they bruise, hushed moans between desperate, wet kisses, trying so hard to stay quiet in the dead of night. if they lose themselves in the passion, they can run away from the sin of it all.

#ask #anonymous #hetalia #itacest #aph italy #aph veneziano #aph romano #hws italy #hws romano #aph north italy #aph south italy #tw incest #religious guilt #lemon.txt

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dead-boys-club · 2 years

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10 + koko 💕

a/n: oh boy did i trauma dump here. funny.. i trauma dump with koko a lot as an inupi kin.

warning: nothing, just a sobbing koko.

You'd been taught at a young age that staring was bad and to never make a habit of it; that had never been a problem for you, for a good amount of years, at least. That all went down the drain the day you met the other members of Bonten, not all of them, no, but one in particular. He was.. pretty, if you had to use a word and put on the fakest cocky attitude you'd ever been faced with, it piqued you'd curiosity.

From the first day, you found yourself watching him and trying to breakdown that outer shell of his. He wasn't hard to get along with by any means but first impressions weren't good, seeming like the money hungry, business-only oriented prick he tried so hard to be. It took longer than you wanted but it finally cracked and reality bled through but you didn't let him know you saw that, not too early on.

Even so, you were never fully able to drop the way your attention automatically went to him when he entered a room or the way your eyes followed as he passed your office door. He was, for lack of better terms, addicting. You weren't watching him with a lovestruck gaze or anything like that, nothing out of the movies - you watched him with a look of pity and sadness for whatever he'd gone through to make him who he was. You assumed you'd never know.

Days went on and you did your work, going out on occasional missions and meetings, growing used to the routine with ease like everyone else. You knew it couldn't stay that easy, however. Upon sliding into the back of the car for a sudden mission, you were met with a black gaze that had you pausing. There was no mention of someone else tagging along, not that you minded, but you liked to be in the loop about those things. 'Are you supposed to be coming with me, Hajime?'

He shook his head slightly as the car began to move and you raised an eyebrow. 'I'm the one who arranged this.. so we could have a little talk,' he answered, crossing one leg over the other and tilting his head, 'I didn't feel like doing this where anyone else could hear.'

Something about him needing to speak to you so privately made your skin crawl. 'Is there a problem? Have I done something wrong?' Now, among the rules, killing each other was off the table, so you had high hopes you hadn't done anything to piss him off that much.

'I don't know.' He pursed his lips in thought, looking over you in the dimly lit space; he wasn't sure how to bring up something that seemed so inappropriate. Personal lives weren't a normal subject and he wasn't trying to change that. 'I've seen the way you look at me when you think I don't notice,' he began, switching his legs around and leaning forward, 'Why? Why do you look at me that way?'

'I don't know what you mean.'

His eyes rolled. 'Don't play dumb with me. We're alone and I know the rules better than anyone, so just be honest. Why do you look at me that way?'

You couldn't tell if he was getting irritated or simply upset but you decided to prod a little. 'What way?' You weren't necessarily trying to play dumb but you needed to see what he meant before you went running your mouth.

'Like I can't stand on my own two feet,' he answered honestly. 'You look at me like you see someone completely different from everyone else.. like you've seen my life pass through your eyes. You look at me the same way someone else used to.'

Hajime frowned at his last comment, looking away. You knew better than to question his words, to ask and find out just who he was talking about.

'I look at you... and, I see someone who needs help. Who has no one to lean on and has been struggling for a long time. I see someone who hates so much about himself but can't change at this point.' Sighing, you moved from your spot to settle beside him, silently praying no bumps were hit that sent you to the ground. 'Hajime, I see someone that doesn't have anyone left and is grasping at threads to keep up.'

Too prideful to cry in front of anyone, the white haired male kept his head turned and his gaze away from you, jaw clenching tight enough to ache. 'I don't know what you're talking about,' he finally muttered, 'I'm the same person I've always been.'

'Then you've been hiding for far too long.' The words came out quiet, a whisper like anything louder would scare him off. 'You put on a mask and never took it off.. and now, that's all you're willing to give the world.'

Hajime chuckled weakly. 'No one was willing to see anything else. Haven't you noticed? Everyone only wants one thing from me.'

With a deep frown, you reached out to carefully take one of his hands, lacing your fingers together and brushing your thumb over the expanse. 'Not everyone,' you reassured, 'I can promise you I'll never see you the way they do.'

When you left your room only so little ago, you hadn't expected to have anyone crying on your shoulder and holding onto you like everything was going to slip away. You never expected to be hearing Hajime cry and if you were honest, you never wanted to hear it again. The car had stopped at some point and you hadn't a clue where you were but you didn't bother him, letting him get out years of pent up emotions. You thought back to his words, wondering if that person was still out there, thinking of him as well. It wasn't your business to pry into, however.

It was a question for another day.

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