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Nursing Plants and Feelings - 1.6k

Meeting Spencer in an arguably unconventional way at a plant nursery leaves a blossoming whirl of feelings in your chest.

mentions nausea/throat and mouth irritation || Spencer x Fem!Reader

Oneshots/Imagines:

organized based on category and ordered from most recent to least recent, top to bottom, in each one :)

fluff

The Picked Lock of Your Heart - 3.2k

Breaking and entering was something Spencer never imagined he’d be caught for, what would he have to do to evade being arrested by the police and would his chances with you cease to exist?

language, case violence, breaking and entering || Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Paper Wishes - 3.3k

After months of pining for you from afar, Spencer decides that it was about time for a grand gesture to win over your heart.

language, case violence (deaths of victims mentioned), paper cuts, fire || Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

(Bull) Riding into the Sunset - 3.9k

Spencer’s loved you since the moment he met you, always wondering what he had to do to get your attention. What he didn’t know was that he’s always had it all along.

language, kissing, alcohol consumption, mention of bloody nose and bruised eye || Spencer Reid x BAU!Fem!Reader

Nth Time's the Charm - 3.7k

The feelings between you and Spencer were mutual, but when would he finally confess just how much he loved you? What would it take for him to finally spill?

language, kissing, not proofread || Spencer Reid x BAU!Fem!Reader

Love Caught Frame by Frame - 3.6k

Lonely and jealous at his best friend’s wedding, Spencer heads off to the photo booth to drown his sorrows. What he didn’t expect to find was the one thing he wanted… or rather, person.

language, alcohol consumption, mentions of bombs, kissing || Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Courageous Mistakes - 4.7k

Spencer has always wondered what the difference was between courage and cowardice, the answer was made clear after a treacherous mistake he made after meeting you.

language, mentions of maeve (implications of her death), alcohol consumption, not proofread || Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Love in More Ways than One - 4.9k

Spencer’s never shied away from using ‘i love you’ and neither have you. It’s been the only tried and true way you could ever express your feelings for him, little does he know that you loved him in more ways than one.

language || Spencer Reid x BAU!Fem!Reader

Good Luck Charm - 3.6k

Spencer’s always been a superstitious man, so when the opportunity arises for him to use it to advantage— he wastes no time.

language || Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

A Gamble of Feelings - 6.3k

A tipsy night playing poker leads to an unexpected revealing of well-kept secrets.

language, sexual innuendos, alcohol, gambling/poker, food || Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Fate Led Me To You (Time and Time Again) - 3.4k

The music from above him flooded his ears, prompting him to walk up to that apartment right above him. In his attempt at some kind of confrontation, he meets the one person he’s been infatuated with since they first moved in… you.

language, sexual innuendos || Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Ignited - 5.8k

An unconventional meeting leads to an unconventional start to your friendship, Spencer’s sneaky ways leading to kisses on his couch.

Language, lusty writing/language, sexual innuendos, mentions of food || BAU!Fem!Reader

Ferris Wheel Love - 4.2k

Spencer’s first date with you at the county fair leads to something unexpected happening when you reach the top of the ferris wheel… something you didn’t think Spencer had the gall to engage in.

Language, lusty writing/language, sexual innuendos, sorta fade to black scene, mentions of sex and porn (not explicit in any way) || Spencer x Fem!Reader

Sleep Buddies - 3k

You and Spencer both have trouble sleeping so a simple agreement between the both of you leads to a steamy confession.

Language, lusty writing/language, sexual innuendos || Spencer x Fem!Reader

Missing Your Kisses - 3.7k

A simple kiss on the lips leaves both you and Spencer wanting more… so much more.

Language, lusty writing/language || Spencer x Fem!Reader

On The Mend - 5.6k

Spencer’s fallen for you in possibly one of the worst cases he’s ever had to work, threatened by tiny little spores that ran through the air while his heart ran rampant for you. My interpretation of Amplification (4x24).

Language, mentions of spencer’s prior drug abuse and Tobias Hankel, mentions of death by anthrax || Spencer x Fem!Reader

Knit Together - 2.7k

You find out the origins of Spencer’s obsession with knit cardigans and sweaters— taking it upon yourself to surprise Spencer with a little creation of your own.

language, sexual innuendos, mentions of sex, pregnancy, sorta proofread || Spencer x Fem!reader

Cursed - 3.4k

Spencer gets up and leaves after the going gets hard, but you had no idea what you had done wrong or what sent him running.

language, sexual innuendos, mentions of sex, kinda not proofread but skimmed || Spencer x Fem!reader

Working For You - 4.4k

What if Spencer’s physical fitness exam wasn’t waived?

language, sexual innuendos, not proofread but skimmed || Spencer x Fem!reader

Blind Without You - 4.9k

Spencer loses his glasses at the worst time, only supporting the theory of his incapability of finding love. A week of dancing around each other leads to a team intervention which results in a confession.

language, sexual innuendos, mentions of guns and blood, not proofread || Spencer x BAU!Fem!reader

God's Plan - 3.9k

Spencer and Reader are placed in an undercover case gone awry which forces the both of them to admit their feelings for the other after their near-death experiences. My take on Minimal Loss, 4x3, with reader replacing Emily.

language, sexual innuendos, mentions of guns and fire, sorta skimmed over it but not fully proofread (I’m trying, I swear) || Spencer x BAU!Fem!reader

Ulterior Motives - 2.6k

Spencer was always flirty with you, since the moment you met. When he invited you over to his apartment you assumed that you’d be partaking in something much more than eating dinner, but you were surprised when the night took a turn in the other direction.

language, sexual innuendos and lots of them, mentions of sex, not proofread || Spencer x Fem!reader

Infestation - 2.8k

Spencer loved teasing you at work so you decided to give him a taste of his own medicine— which may or may not have exposed your secret relationship with him to the team.

language, sexual innuendos and lots of them, mentions of sex, not proofread || Spencer x BAU Fem!reader

My Girl - 2.8k

Spencer cannot stop himself from buying things for you which has led to some… unpleasant feelings to arise inside of you.

language, sexual innuendos and lots of them, mentions of sex and orgasm (like twice or three times or something) || Spencer x Fem!reader

Suspenders, Ties, Cuffs - 3.4k

Your love for Spencer seemed to be unrequited until a strange turn of events led to you in the arms of the man you cared for.

language, sexual innuendos and lots of them, mentions of alcohol, douchey guy, not proofread || Spencer x Fem!reader

Give Up - 4k

Spencer’s been leaving bed abruptly since the start of your pregnancy, what was more interesting than staying home with you and your daughter?

language, sexual innuendos and lots of them , insecurity, not proofread || Spencer x pregnant!reader

Magic is a Boy's Club - 6.4k

Spencer was never truly satisfied with the life he lived no matter how many accomplishments he achieved. He figured it was time to dive deep into his past and chase after someone his mind had always wandered back to… you. (My interpretation of the continuation of “52 Pickup”, 4x9, with reader as Austin the bartender)

language, sexual innuendos, not proofread || Spencer x Fem!reader

Love Germs - 2.7k

Spencer’s never been sick, not once in his whole life. So when he’s mysteriously come down with the common cold, you have to help him come to terms with the fact that things have changed.

language, sexual innuendos, domestic fluff, mention of blood/guns/knife, not proofread || Post Prison!Reid x Fem!reader

Temptation - 3.9k

Spencer’s left discouraged after Penelope found out that you are now taken, but after the unfolding of the events at the team outing— he’s left a little more hopeful than before.

language, sexual innuendos, stupid ppl in love || Spencer x BAU!Fem!reader

Me and You - 3k

Spencer’s late… and he’s never late. Penelope tracks him to an empty parking lot where he’s been for the last three hours. What has he been doing alone in a parking lot when he could have been home with you?

Language, sexual innuendos, allusions to death of a major character, speculation of infidelity, mention of a gun || Spencer x fem!reader

Officially a You Guy...Almost - 1.9k

Spencer’s not supposed to see you, and in his right mind— he’d abide by all the superstitions that came around with your upcoming wedding day— but the was much too drunk to care.

Language, sexual allusions, boobs, alcohol || Spencer x fem!reader

Puppy Love - 5.3k

You’ve known him for years, since you were 6 years old. You’re reunited with him after years apart, but what happens when Dr. Spencer Reid doesn’t remember you?

Language, sexual allusions || Post Prison!Spencer x Fem!reader

Very Own Tooth Fairy - 1.8k

The loss of her first tooth leaves Spencer’s daughter in a state of despair.

Language, mentions of blood || Spencer and Daughter, Dad!Spencer x Mom!Fem!reader

Spineless - 4.6k

Spencer’s had a crush on you for ages, but what will he do when you start to spend more and more time with his unit chief?

Language, sexual allusions, insecurity || Spencer x Fem!reader

Pinecone Family - 3k

Spencer’s always loved his job, but how much does he love it when it gets in the way of him and his family?

Language, not proofread?, idk if there are anymore but lmk if there are || Dad!Spencer x Mom!reader

Tutor Me - 7.9k

You approached Spencer in need of his intellectual assistance after struggling with your philosophy class as he’s just about to receive his 6th degree. What happens when he realizes you’re much more able than you let on?

Language, Spencer’s troubling past, insecurities || Spencer x fem!reader

All Mine, All Yours - 2.9k

Spencer’s temper rises as you receive unwanted attention.

Language, barely any but typical case violence (sorta), Not proofread || Spencer x BAU!Fem!Reader

Fawn Over Me - 4.3k

You’re fresh meat at the BAU, having just joined a few months prior. You were excited to start working at the most prestigious unit at Quantico, however, you never expected to be so distracted by your infatuation with the infamous, Dr. Spencer Reid.

Language, Mentions of BDSM, Allusions to sexual activities, Age Gap || Spencer x BAU!Fem!Reader

Antidote - 1.2k

Mood swings and outbursts are constant during your pregnancy, so Spencer finds a way to cheer you up!

Language, Allusions to s3x, pregnancy || Bi!Spencer x Pregnant!Reader

Future in the Photos - 1.9k

After packing for Spencer’s surprise trip, Reader accidentally discovers something she shouldn’t have.

Language || Spencer x Fem!reader

Ass Guy, Boob Guy, You Guy - 1.9k

Spencer and the rest of the BAU men, minus hotch, spend the night in a very interesting place. Spencer, drunk out of his mind, made his way home to you feeling as clingy as ever.

Language || Spencer x Fem!reader

I'm Goin' Your Way - 2.7k

Based on the episode Reflection of Desire (6x8) and the iconic line— “IQ of 187 slashed to 60”. This oneshot basically extends the episode and continues on from the interaction.

Language, allusions to sex || Spencer x Fem!reader

Sexy, Fun, and Relaxing - 1k

After a long case, all Spencer wants to do is enjoy your company. As he walked into your shared apartment, he’s greeted with a romantic dinner and a sexy, sleeping you.

Language, allusions to s3x || Spencer x Fem!reader

Secret Life, Secret Wife - 3.1k

Throughout his years at the BAU, the team starts to notice Spencer’s unusual behavior. It’s almost as if he’s hiding something… or someone.

mild language, allusions to s3x || Spencer x Fem!reader

Hopelessly Devoted - 1.1k

Spencer and Reader get distracted while trying to bake a cake for Rossi’s dinner party.

mild language, allusions to s3x || Spencer x GN!Reader

Here We Go Again - 3.3k

Spencer and the team vacation to the Greek island of Skopelos where the iconic movie of Mamma Mia! was filmed. Spencer tried to hide his feelings of loneliness from everyone and takes refuge in Emily’s understanding of his situation. After reuniting with someone from his past who he regrets leaving, Spencer is filled with hope for a future with love and happiness.

mild language, allusions to s3x || Spencer x Fem!reader

smut (18+)

Lit By Love - 6.1k

You come over to Spencer’s apartment hoping to help him during a storm and power outage. Your attempt to help him through his fear of the dark developed into something more than you had planned, leading to an unrevealed confession.

language, SMUT (MINORS DNI, 18+), oral (male and female receiving), fingering, face fucking, unprotected penetration, slight overstimulation, use of pet names (darling/good girl), slight hair pulling, sorta dom!spencer and sorta sub!reader, not proofread (lmk if i missed anything lmao)

For No Good Reason - 5.5k

A little jealousy never hurt anyone, especially not you.

language, alcohol consumption, fingering, use of pet name (sweetheart, good girl, sweet girl), unprotected penetration, oral sex (female receiving), slight hair pulling, sorta dom!spencer and sorta sub!reader || Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

All You Need - 7.5k

You’ve been hiding your feelings from him, pushing him away and shutting him out ever since you found out about your odds of having a baby. There had to be some way he could let himself in, some way for the both of you to come to terms with what’s become.

language, injection of fertility drug via needle (implied proper disposal), fertility problems, very very brief mentions of Diana’s schizophrenia and William’s disappearance, SMUT (MINORS DNI 18+), fingering, slight overstimulation, unprotected penetrative sex || Spencer Reid x BAU!Fem!Reader

Incentive - 1.5k

Practice wasn’t working, so how could you get Spencer to pass his gun qualifications?

language, mention of guns, exhibitionism (kinda), sub spencer, blow job, minors DNI (18+) || Spencer x Fem!reader

hurt/comfort

Teenage Dreams - 4.9k

You were the right person, but he loved you at the wrong time. Before he let you go, he left a door open for the both of you to reopen what you had with each other, a chance to rekindle your love. The question is whether either of you would take it.

language, sexual innuendos/kisses, mentions of maeve, implication of spencer’s trauma || Post Prison!Reid x Fem!Reader

They've Seen It All - 3.5k

Self-loathing had been an obstacle for Spencer in the many years that he had worked at the BAU, his signature converse seeing him through it all. Reader helps bring back his sense of self-worth, reminding him of the shiny boy he used to be by surprising him with a new pair… or several.

Language, sexual allusions, anxiety, typical case violence, insecurities, self-hatred || Spencer x fem!reader

Just as Scared as You - 8.7k

Continuation of 3x15 In Heat. Where does mutual pining and self-sabotage get you with an infatuated Dr. Reid?

Language, allusion to sex, very cliché, insecurities, past trauma with douchy ex-bfs, not proofread cuz I'm hella lazy || Spencer x fem!reader

Safe with You - 2.6k

Spencer comes home from a hard case and you’re left to pick up the pieces.

Typical case violence, mentions of schizophrenia, mentions of Spencer’s addiction and Dilaudid, blood, allusion to Spencer’s time in prison, not proofread || Post Prison!Reid x Fem!Reader

Until We Turn To Dust - 2.2k

After finding out why you had been avoiding him for three weeks, Spencer reassures you that he’ll always be there with you… for you.

Pregnancy, abortion, age gap (12 years) || Spencer x BAU!Fem!Reader

Rainy Days with You - 2.2k

Months of flirting and teasing led you to pulling out all the stops, including walking into the bullpen soaking wet and, later, wearing Spencer’s stolen cardigan.

Language || Spencer x BAU!Fem!Reader

Maybe it was Meant to Be - 1.8k

A growing distance separates reader and Spencer, pushing both of them towards the edge— leaving Spencer regretful of his actions that may have contributed to the end of their relationship. Almost 6 years later, Spencer discovers he left something with reader and one short conversation shared between the two fosters hope for a future together.

Angst, hurt/comfort, hopeful ending? || Spencer x Fem!reader

angst

Never Forget - 2k

Instead of JJ confessing, Spencer confesses his love for her while you listen in.

Language, no happy ending || Spencer x fem!reader

Letting Go - 3.1k

Spencer’s conflicting feelings for you and another is not something new. Will he let you go for her?

Language, infidelity, not proofread || Spencer x fem!reader

Playing with a Ghost - 4.9k

You spent years in pain believing that Spencer was not your one only to be proven wrong when it was too late. (soulmate au)

Language, not full-on smut in the beginning but a flashback?, typical case violence, guns, death, death of a major character, no happy ending || Spencer x Fem!reader

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Levi holds his eyes on you even if you weren't far in your pregnancy, a strange wave of protectiveness washed over Levi, he couldn't explain the feeling, he just knew that he would do anything for you and the baby. He hated the fact that you continued on with your duty, he knew how hard morning sickness was for you. "Let me help." His voice was gruff yet it held a certain softness. "I can carry it myself you know?" You say trying to assure him but he didn't budge, taking the box out of your hands. When you started showing a bump, he immediately wanted you out of work, although he always looked for what you wanted, he had to male sure that you and the baby were okay.

"I am not made out of glass, Levi." Your fingers run through his hair as he lays between your legs, his head resting on your stomach. His hands were massaging your hips gently, making sure that you're comfortable. "You're carrying my kid. No way in fuck am I letting you work." Levi kisses your bump before looking up at you, his eyes held a warmth you have noticed since you got pregnant. "Fine...I'll go on maternity leave." Smiling you pull him closer so you can place a kiss on his lips, he returns it gladly. "That's my girl. Now shut up I had a busy day." He lays back on your stomach, this is what you loves about your relationship with him, there was no roles, no stress, just you and Levi, soon you'll have one more person to love.

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finnick would definitely get drunk on eating reader out 🤭

i couldn’t agree more!!

he starts off so arrogant though; probably has more self confidence than he should. he likes to take his time with it because the impatient little sounds that come out of your pretty mouth make his brain go haywire. he’ll completely avoid touching your clit until you’re writhing and bucking against him and there’s a growing wet patch underneath you from where you’re leaking everywhere. then he’ll raise his head and give you his cheekiest grin. ‘you need to learn some patience, sweet girl,’ he’d coo teasingly. 100% clicks his tongue if you just keep moving around.

so he thinks he can finally do it, can finally drag this out and keep you on the edge for as long as possible but then you’re whining his name, close to the edge of tears from all the teasing and that’s his weak spot - hearing that half sob, half moan of his name. ‘relax sweetheart,’ he’d murmur before pressing a light kiss against where he’s been avoiding. ‘you’ll get what you want.’

and after your first orgasm you’d think he’d stop but he’s got a taste for it now. such a sweet reward for all his hard work and he wants it again. lays a heavy arm over your lower stomach when the overstimulation kicks in and you keep twitching away. likes to spit onto your clit and watch it dribble down, only to swipe it up on his thumb and use it to rub slow circles into that sensitive spot. you can only watch as he brings you closer to his mouth, pretty eyes fluttering shut as he kisses lazily at your folds. doesn’t even bother to nudge your thighs back apart when they clamp around his head.

then there’s the noises. the little hums that make your back arch off the sheets. the filthy wet noises that your pussy makes when his tongue flicks into your hole. finnicks moans when you warn him that you’re gonna cum again. from the noises he makes you’d think it’s him that was being pleasured but from his perspective he is. he ruts his hips occasionally against the mattress but eating you out gets him off more than anything and even once he’s made himself all sticky he’d still want more. ‘another one,’ he’d urge desperately, his eyes all blown out and glazed, his chin and lips so wet it makes you blush. ‘just one more baby, please.’

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You look up from your book to see your husband standing over the bassinet with his arms crossed, his brow raising as he looks down inside of it with a tiny scowl. He stays like that for about a minute. You sit up in your shared bed, then call out to him. “Ryo.” 

“Hm.” He doesn’t look up. 

“May I ask what you are doing?” 

“The little brat is staring,” Sukuna says matter-of-factly. “I am simply staring at her in return.” 

Inside of the bassinet, your baby daughter coos. Her scarlet eyes—exactly like her father’s—glitter with interest. You hear her giggle, and you scoff lightly and return your gaze to your book. “She thinks you’re playing a game.” 

“I am doing no such thing.” 

You flip a page. “Put a hand over your face for a few seconds.” He doesn’t respond, but you know he listens. “M’kay, now lift.” There’s silence for a few seconds, then your daughter bursts into a fit of giggles. 

Sukuna rolls his eyes. “I do not understand what is so entertaining about that.” When you look up again, you see that he’s covering his face again, then revealing himself to get the same reaction from the baby.

“It’s called peek-a-boo. It’s a game most babies love to play.” 

The little princess babbles as she lifts her arms up, and Sukuna tilts his head. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

You snicker. “One: You’ll figure out what she’s saying the more you talk with her. Two: She wants you to pick her up.” 

He sighs dramatically, then reaches into the bassinet to pick up the small girl. Though she has her father’s eyes, she has your hair, the shape of your nose, and your ears. She also has your fearlessness, because she smiles directly in the face of the king of curses. Now at his eye level, she reaches her arms towards him excitedly. “What is it now, you brat? I’m already carrying you.” 

He looks over at you in question, and your smile grows. “She wants to touch your face,” you say. 

“Why?” 

“Because she’s a baby, and she’s curious.” 

Sukuna pulls her closer, and once in range, his daughter lays her tiny hands against his marked face. She giggles more, and you can see his eyes soften. “Hmph. You have your mother’s smile.” 

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The next morning, you walk into the kitchen where you hear Sukuna speaking with someone. When he turns to the side, you see your daughter nestled in the crook of one of his muscular arms, staring up at him as he concluded whatever story he was telling her. 

“...At the end of the battle, only I remained. Victory was mine.” 

The baby babbles excitedly, and Sukuna scoffs. “Ha, you will do no such thing. How do you expect to join me in battle when you aren’t even a year old, brat?” 

Her face scrunches in what looks like annoyance, and she repeats to him what he taught her the night before. “Hmph.” 

You burst into laughter, and Sukuna raises a brow at the little girl in his arms. “Great. Your mother’s smile, and her attitude.”

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darling, you look divine.

pairing: regulus black x reader.

song inspiration: eyes don't lie by isabel larosa.

author's note: screaming, crying, throwing up. if regulus looked at me like that, i'd be wetter than the black lake. please enjoy my darlings 🤎

The first symptom reared its ugly head early Monday morning. 

You were in the Great Hall eating breakfast with James, Remus, Sirius, and Peter when your skin suddenly felt like you were being engulfed by fiendfyre. The burning heat spread through your entire body, making you feel flushed and flustered. Your fork clattered against the table while you wiped the sweat off of your brow with clammy hands. 

“Are you feeling alright, love?” asked Sirius. 

You shook your head, fanning yourself. “Does anyone else feel hot all of a sudden? It feels like I’m getting burned alive.”

The boys shook their heads. Remus laid the back of his hand against your forehead. “You’re burning up, Y/N. I think you might be pitching a fever.” 

James pushed his glasses further up the bridge of his nose and squinted. “Moony’s right. You’re sweating profusely and you look a bit peaked.” 

Peter nodded in agreement. “It might be that new dragon flu that’s going around. Maybe you should head back to the dorms, Y/N.” 

“I can’t miss class. There’s an assignment due in Transfiguration.” 

Just then, a violent cramp seized your lower abdomen. You gripped the edge of the dining table so hard that you felt the wood splinter underneath your palm. Padfoot’s eyes widened at the appearance of your claws. It had only been a month since Sirius helped you summon your Animagus form and while you still had much to learn, you’ve never lost control like this before. 

You needed to get out of there. Transforming into a giant snow leopard in the middle of the Great Hall would be very, very bad. 

“Don’t worry about McGonagall,” Sirius said in a stern voice. “We’ll cover for you. Now come on, I’ll walk you back to your room.” 

Fortunately, you managed to reach Gryffindor tower with no other incidents. After Sirius escorted you back to your dorm, he barred the door with magic and promised to check up on you after class. 

The cramps only worsened. It felt like someone had buried a dagger into your stomach and was now twisting and turning it as they pleased. You doubled over in pain and clutched the poster of your canopy bed before curling up into a ball in the middle of your mattress. Not even your period cramps compared to this torment. 

When you thought it couldn’t get any worse, an overwhelming ache blossomed between your thighs and made you groan with need. You twisted in your sheets and pressed your legs together to counteract the wave of lust coursing through your veins, but it only made it worse. You felt empty and hollow and the overwhelming desire to be filled was the only thing you could think about.

This was different from the surge of adolescent hormones that you had grown so familiar with. The desire was a living thing, sinking its claws into your very being. You felt feral, animalistic. 

You burrowed into your pillows, your breaths growing ragged as you tried to regain control. A demanding knock against your door broke your concentration. You sniffed the air, whining softly as the intoxicating scent of eucalyptus, bergamot, and sandalwood overpowered your heightened senses. A part of you recalled the warning Sirius left you with. You were not, under any circumstances, supposed to open the door unless it was him or one of the boys on the other side, but the temptation was too strong. 

As the knocks grew more insistent, the scent shifted into something sharper. You felt yourself drawn to it and before long, you were opening the door to satiate your curiosity. The person standing on the other side made your stomach lurch. 

“Regulus,” you said through gritted teeth. The very presence of the younger Black brother made your entire body shake as you contended against the urge to transform. It was a losing battle. You could feel your canines elongating, making your gums feel sore and achy. “Now is not a good time.” 

In fact, it was the worst bloody fucking time. On a normal day, you could barely tolerate Regulus. His surly attitude and cutting glare certainly left little to be desired. Then there was the matter of his falling out with Sirius, which only served to heighten the tension between you. When Professor McGonagall chose to make you partners, you at least attempted to keep things civil. Whatever was going on between your best friend and his younger brother was none of your business, but Regulus had practically made it impossible to stay impartial. 

You had never met a broodier, haughtier, snootier arsehole than Regulus Arcturus Black. The pureblood prick acted like he was a prince amongst peasants just because he happened to be born into the right bloodline. Yet a muggleborn like yourself had managed to take the top spot in every class. A spot that previously belonged to him. 

To be expected, Regulus wasn’t the least bit pleased about this. He was even less thrilled when McGonagall tasked him to drop off the latest lecture notes so that you wouldn’t fall behind in class. If she hadn’t threatened to deduct points from his house for refusing, Regulus would’ve never set foot in the godforsaken lion’s den.

He pushed his way inside, not bothering to wait for a proper invitation. “Here are the notes from class,” Regulus stated stiffly. “We’re required to transform a thimble into a thestral. I suggest you read up. I’ll not have you dragging me down just because you fancied playing hooky for the day.” 

“I’m not skipping for the bloody hell of it,” you snapped. “If I had a choice, I would be in class not doubled over in pain—” 

Regulus caught you just before you hit the ground. The dizzy spell had come out of nowhere, nearly knocking you to the floor from the sheer force of its effects. As Regulus snaked his arm around your waist, you almost wished it had. His scent hit you all at once. You whimpered as he tucked you against his side, feeling the heat of his touch even under all your layers of clothing. 

The ringing in your ears subsided enough for you to hear the panic in Regulus’ voice. “Y/N, can you hear me? Are you alright?” 

You pushed him off with what little strength remained in your body. “Thank you for the notes, but I’d appreciate it if you left.”

“No,” Regulus said. 

“What do you mean, no?

“I mean, no. Do you want to hear it in French? Non.” 

You frowned, clutching your stomach. The cramps were starting again, but it was different this time. The ache in your lower abdomen was excruciating and your current proximity to Regulus only seemed to make it worse. The slickness between your thighs certainly didn’t help the matter. It was humiliating, plain and simple. 

“Get the fuck out, Regulus!” 

Regulus caught your wrist. His fingers felt like ice against your overheated skin. “You don’t want that, darling. Not when I’m the only person who can help.”

“You know what’s wrong with me?” 

He sighed. “Of course my brother would convince you to turn without thinking about the side effects. Classic Sirius, honestly.” You glared at him to get on with it. “You’re in heat, Y/N.” 

You grimaced. There was no way in Godric’s green earth. “Like…a cat?” 

Regulus smirked. “Is that what you transform into, little kitten?” You pursed your lips, which caused him to roll his eyes. “Please, I know your merry band of misfits have all conjured an animagus form. There’s no use hiding it. So what are you? A fuzzy little Persian cat?” 

“No,” you said rather haughtily. Did he have to be so irritating? “My form is a snow leopard.” 

“Still a kitten,” he responded with a shit eating grin. “The same rules apply. You’ll be in heat for at least a week, mon chaton.” 

“You mean I have to suffer for seven whole days? This is hell. It feels like my uterus is being ripped apart. How am I supposed to endure this pain for an entire week?”

“Well, there are ways to find relief.” 

“What kind of ways?” 

Regulus gave you a knowing look. “You’re a smart girl. I’m sure you can figure it out. What’s the purpose of heat?” 

“Reproduction,” you answered almost instantly. The realization left your mouth before your brain could even process it. Oh, you have got to be kidding. This was some sort of cruel joke. For Merlin’s fucking sake! This was horrifying. Downright humiliating. “You can’t possibly mean…” 

The grin on the stupid twat’s face was growing wider by the second. “You don’t necessarily have to have sex,” he said in an amused tone. “An orgasm will do. I’m sure you can manage that with your fingers, can’t you princess?”

You swallowed thickly. “I—I’ve never—“ 

Was it possible to die from embarrassment? Discussing the details of your sex life would’ve been humiliating under any circumstance, but this? Standing here, telling Regulus fucking Black what you were about to tell him, this was truly rock bottom.

“Don’t tell me you’re a virgin.” 

“No!” you snapped. You’ve had your fair share of experience in that department, no matter how awkward they might’ve been. “I’ve had sex, I just haven’t…”

“You’ve never had an orgasm?” Regulus said, entirely perplexed. “Not even once?” 

You crossed your arms defensively, which turned out to be a big mistake. On top of everything else that you were already suffering through, your breasts now felt sore and sensitive. 

“No,” you conceded with a sigh. “I don’t need you judging me for it either, so if you’re quite done then please get the bloody hell out of my dorm.” 

It may have been your imagination, but you could’ve sworn that Regulus softened just a little bit. He at least loosened his grip on your wrist, rubbing up your arm in a gesture that might’ve been soothing if it weren’t coming from him. 

“I’m not judging you. If anything, I’m judging whoever it is that failed to make you finish. It’s quite rude to leave a lady unsatisfied.” 

“What would you even know about satisfying a woman, Regulus?”

“Trust me, darling. I know plenty.” Your cheeks heated as he traced circles on your forearm. “Tell me, kitten. Have you ever touched yourself?” 

The conversation should have ended there. You should’ve put a stop to it. But this bloody fucking heat was doing strange things to your body. Your hormones were out of control and Regulus was standing way too close for comfort. So close that you could see the little golden flecks in his emerald eyes. So close that one of his curls was tickling your cheek. So close that those full, pillowy lips were mere inches away from your own. 

He smirked when your gaze dipped down to his mouth. “My eyes are up here, Y/N and I asked you a question. The polite thing to do is answer.” 

“Since when have you ever cared about being polite?” 

“I don’t, but I think you and I are playing a very dangerous game here and I quite enjoy sparring with you, ma cherie.” Regulus tilted your chin up and cradled your jaw. “So, have you or have you not touched yourself?” 

You glared up at him defiantly; a last ditch effort to keep your dignity intact. “No,” you said with your head held high. “I’ve never touched myself and I’ve never had an orgasm. Are you happy now, Regulus?” 

“Quite the opposite,” he murmured. Regulus caressed your bottom lip with his thumb and tilted his head back to study you. His eyes were almost black when they flickered back up to meet yours. “I could teach you.” 

“You want to teach me how to…” 

“Masturbate. Wank. Get yourself off?” Regulus listed matter-of-factly. “Yes. Yes, I do, ma chérie.”

It should’ve been a no-brainer. This was a terrible, horrible fucking idea. An absolute hot mess that would yield calamitous results, but the ache in your core was too painful to ignore and you were willing to try just about anything to find relief. Including trusting someone you absolutely loathed. 

“Fine. You can teach me, but that’s it. None of this goes any further than that.” 

Regulus smirked. “I won’t touch you, princess. Not until you beg me to.” 

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms. “So?” 

He nodded behind you. “Get on the bed.” 

That was easy enough. You crawled into your mattress and sat cross legged on top of your sheets. “Not like that. Lie down on your back and take those ghastly pajamas off.” 

Arsehole. You happened to like your red and gold striped bottoms, but to be fair, they were in the way. The mattress dipped beneath him as Regulus positioned himself at the very edge of the bed. He leaned against the wooden poster, his gaze transfixed on the sight before him. 

“I wouldn’t have taken you as a red lace lingerie type of girl, mon chaton.” You frowned in response, which only made him chuckle. “As pretty as those panties are, you’ll need to take them off as well.” 

You hesitated, hooking your thumb over the waistband of your knickers. Regulus raised a brow as if he were challenging you to back out. Like he half-expected you to be too scared to continue. He seriously underestimated that infamous brashness that Gryffindors were so well known for. 

He inhaled sharply as you slipped out of your panties and tossed the discarded lace next to him. “Spread your legs, sweetheart.” 

For once, you kept silent and did what you were told. Regulus nodded tightly. “Wider. Yeah, just like that.” 

“What now?” you asked, trying to keep yourself from blushing at this totally undignified position. You were way past embarrassment now. 

“Run a finger through your folds,” Regulus said, his voice sounding huskier than it did a second ago. He watched with dark eyes as you stroked your core. “Fuck, you’re soaked. I can see it on your fingers.” 

You took a deep breath, feeling that tension coil in your lower abdomen. Every fiber of your being buzzed with lust. “Stroke yourself, kitten. Imagine that it’s someone else touching you.” 

With your eyes closed, you let his voice guide you through the steps. You hated to admit it, but he was good at this. “Use your own slick to make it easier, darling. Gather it before rubbing your clit. That’s it, just like that. There’s a good girl.” 

The words spurred you on, your fingers working that sensitive bundle of nerves to find release. You could feel the budding orgasm. It was spreading through you, setting your teeth on edge. You were close, so close. 

When the momentum dropped, you nearly cried out of frustration. If you thought you were in pain before, this was ten-fold of that. For some reason, there was some sort of mental block that you couldn’t get past. 

You looked up, your lower lip trembling. “I can’t do it. There’s this block and I freeze up and I just can’t do it on my own.” 

Regulus looked unhinged. Like he was going to jump out of his skin any second. You’ve never seen him like this. Anything other than calm and collected was out of character for the youngest Black. 

“Will you help me?” you whispered. To be honest, you weren’t above begging at this point. 

He looked utterly conflicted. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Y/N. You’re in heat. I don’t want to take advantage when you’re in such a vulnerable state.” 

You shook your head. “You wouldn’t be taking advantage. I know I’m hormonal, but oddly enough, I trust you. You know how to keep a secret. Just please, Regulus. I’m in so much pain.” 

Regulus was silent for a moment. He seemed to be in deep contemplation. “Are you absolutely sure?” 

“Yes.” 

“And you’re aware of what you’re asking for and who you’re asking it from?” 

“I am perfectly aware, thank you very much. Is this the most brilliant idea I’ve ever had? Fuck no. Do I still want to do it anyways? Fuck yes.” 

The two of you stared at one another. Regulus clenched his jaw and then unclenched it. Finally, he sighed in resignation. 

“C’mere then.” 

He positioned himself against the headboard, his back pressed up on the wood. Regulus bent his long legs and pulled you against him, your back resting against the solid plane of his chest. You sighed as he rubbed soothing circles upon your skin, his rings kissing your hips with their cold bite. He shuffled behind you, adjusting himself just as you caught a glimpse of the two of you in your vanity mirror. 

Regulus stuck his middle and pointer finger into his mouth, making sure they were nice and wet before he moved them lower. You whimpered as he caressed the inside of your thigh and clutched the sheets as he teased along your crease. When he stroked along your wetness, a choked moan escaped from your lips. 

“Gods, you’re fucking dripping.” His cold breath fanned over your neck just as he plunged his fingers deep within you. “Salazar fucking save me, you’re even tighter than I imagined.” 

His strokes were languid, small ministrations as he buried his fingers inside of you. The cold metal rings that adorned his slender fingers hit your pubic bone every time he thrusted inside of you, but it wasn’t painful. In fact, seeing the Black heirloom ring soaked in your wetness might’ve been the most erotic sight you’ve ever witnessed.

You whimpered as his other hand disappeared underneath your shirt. “Can I touch you here, princess?” 

The sound that came out of you barely sounded human. It was a purr more than anything. Regulus caressed your ribs with his knuckles. “I need words, kitten.” 

“You can touch me, Regulus.” 

Fire skittered along your skin as his hand traveled further up. He palmed you through your bra before he slipped under the fabric and squeezed your breast. Regulus paid equal attention to both of your breasts, admiring the curve and swell of them as he picked up the pace of his fingers. You moaned as he pinched your nipples, which only made you wetter still. 

You fisted his curls in one hand as he curved them inside of you. Regulus chuckled darkly, pleased by your reaction. “Right there? Does that feel good, princess?” 

“Yes,” you breathed. “Yes, gods that’s perfect.” 

“You’re doing so well, ma cherie. That’s it. Ride my fingers just like that. Feels good, yeah?” 

You nodded, blinking at the image in the mirror. Regulus had his hands all over you, his lips pressed lightly against your neck as he watched his fingers slide in and out of your tight cunt. His eyes caught yours in the reflection, the green completely swallowed by dark pools of lust. 

“Look at you, all spread out for me. You’re fucking exquisite. The little moans you make are enough to drive me mad.” 

“Regulus, please,” you keened. He smirked against your neck and picked up the pace. Your head fell against his shoulder as that familiar tense built. “Oh gods. Oh fuck. Reggie—“

You felt him grip your chin, tilting it towards the mirror. “Don’t close your eyes,” Regulus growled into your ear. “Watch, kitten. Watch as I make you cum.”

When you dragged your gaze upwards, you almost didn’t recognize yourself. You were in a state of disarray, cheeks flushed, hair matted, and lips parted as Regulus pushed you over the edge. His fingers were magic and every stroke unraveled you, hips bucking, back arching, begging for more and more and more. The orgasm rippled through you like a monsoon, completely swallowing you whole. 

“That’s it, princess,” Regulus cooed. “Gods, you’re so fucking pretty when you cum. Darling, you look divine. Je suis raide dingue de toi.”

The comedown had you seeing stars. Behind your eyes was a whole galaxy, a cluster of constellations that you never would’ve reached without him. Regulus had made you cum so hard that your body felt like it was floating through outer space. 

When you finally regained awareness, you were surprised to find Regulus gently brushing your hair back. “How was that, kitten?” 

“That was—you were—fuck.”

“Well said, love. Shakespeare himself would envy your silver tongue.”

He slid his fingers out of you slowly and you tried and failed to suppress the little whine that escaped from the back of your throat. 

Regulus smirked, feeling the way you clenched around his digits in an attempt to keep him in place. He stared at his hand, mesmerized by the arousal dripping off his fingers. You stirred, having every intention to find something that he could clean himself off with. 

“Let me grab you a towel.” 

He gripped your hips in place and looked you straight in the eyes as he brought his fingers to his lips. “No need, princess.” 

Then he sucked, hard. The filthy image was enough to leave you gasping in shock. He lapped up every drop like you were the sweetest delicacy on this earth. Regulus groaned, his eyes rolling back as he savored the taste. The moan that rippled through him would forever be branded into your mind.

For Godric’s fucking sake, the man was downright obscene.

“That should hold you off for the rest of the day,” Regulus said. “You’ll still feel the effects of your heat, but it won’t be as bad. You might even be able to drag yourself down to dinner. If you can manage to walk on such shaky legs.” 

You rolled your eyes, but softened a bit. If it weren’t for him, you would still be in excruciating pain. “Would it be strange to say thank you?” 

Regulus shrugged nonchalantly as though you were merely discussing the weather. “Not strange at all. You’re very welcome, princess.” 

“You’re…” you took a deep breath, like your body was rejecting whatever compliment was forming in your mind. “You’re really good at that.” 

“Yeah? You think so?” 

You quirked a brow. “Fishing for compliments, are we?” 

“The only compliment I need is the sound of you moaning my name,” he said with a smile as he hooked your bra back in place and pulled your shirt back down. “I assure you that I intend to hear plenty of that in the near future. This is just the start.” 

Regulus straightened, trailing his fingers along the sheets before snatching up the red lace underwear you’d thrown at him earlier. He pocketed the lingerie and smirked. 

"You said something earlier," you recalled. "Before I..."

"Before I made you come so hard you saw stars?"

Heat flooded your cheeks at his vulgar choice of words. "Yes. Something in French. That's your native tongue, isn't it?"

"Thinking a lot about my tongue, are you love?"

You ignored the salacious comment. "What did you say?"

A devious smirk tugged at his lips. Regulus pierced you with his gaze, those emerald eyes burning with so much lust that you felt choked with desire.

"It's a secret," he whispered, his voice a deep and rough caress. "If you're good, then maybe you'll find out what my tongue and I have to say."

You rolled your eyes. "You're a pain in the arse, Regulus."

"Find me when you want to play again, princess," Regulus said with a dark chuckle. "I'll be waiting for those claws to come out. See you soon, mon chaton.” 

---

I’ve been thinking about a Remus (or ig any ship that includes him?) x metamorphmagus!reader who is always turning into other people in order to mess with people. despite them being very good at acting and visually/audibly indistinguishable from their target, once the moon comes close and his senses are heightened Remus is able to recognize them from scent alone. I also think he’s observant enough that even when his senses are as normal as they can be, he is able to notice little ticks and habits that break through the disguise. I don’t think he would ruin their fun, observing and if he isn’t in pain even helping with their mischief.

It’s just such a cute little concept to me, and I think it could be fun to play with, so I would love to see if you can come up with a little Drabble or something about it! Thank you mother ❤️ I love confident and mischievous readers with quiet but enabling characters

this was a cute concept! thanks for the request! also, I didn't intend for this to be Potter!reader, but with the way the story went it ended up feeling like it had to be potter reader hahaha

Remus Lupin x Potter!reader who is a metamorphmagus [800 words]

CW: fem!reader, 'your mama' insults, talking about students getting it on in a broom closet

“Never thought I’d find myself happier to see this Black than the other one.” Barty Crouch Junior drawled as he sauntered into the library looking innocent for all intents and purposes - but Remus knew better.

“Sod off, Junior.” Sirius sneered back as he glared at the Slytherin from behind his book. 

“Oh, someone’s getting off, I can assure you.” He jeered; a mischievous sparkle shining in his eye giving Remus not nearly enough time to prepare for the coming theatrics. 

“Oh? Could you hear me and your mum last night?” Sirius replied haughtily, turning a page of his book for show. “I’ll try to make sure we’re quieter next time, but she’s a screamer.” 

Barty simply hummed as he dragged a finger across the back of a chair; expression glowing like he was simply loving this. “Are family members not off limits then, Black? Because if that’s the case, someone really ought to tell Reg and Potter that there's no need to be rutting against each other in the third floor broom closet like a couple of ne’er-do-wells.”

Sirius was standing in record time; his chair grating across the floors before landing with a thunk and his book (prop) laying long forgotten.

“You’re not serious.” Sirius spat menacingly, a true testament to how riled up he got over his brother and best friend (even though the two had been publicly dating for almost two months now) that he didn’t even bother censoring himself against the verb form of his name.

“Deadly.” Barty smirked, and that was all it took for Sirius to go racing off into the castle to cause a bigger scene than either Regulus or James had been prior to the announcement of their secret tryst. 

The library returned to its prior volume as Remus watched 'Barty' simply stare after the last place Sirius could be seen. 

“That’s not nice, dove.” Remus chided gently, though he didn’t bother hiding his smirk as he stared back down at his book.

“Whatever do you mean, Lupin?” You sneered back, but you were wearing a beaming smile that told him clearly you knew the ruse was up. 

“James has been trying very hard to make sure he isn’t throwing his relationship with Regulus in Sirius’ face.” Remus explained tiredly, though it was all for show. 

“And James has been making it very hard for me to not want to stab myself with a quill during quidditch practices.” You pouted as you took the seat across from him.

“All this over quidditch drills?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.

You didn’t break his gaze nor the pout of your lips as you added “and he ate the last of my fizzing whizzbees.” 

Remus hummed in understanding. “An egregious crime, certainly.”

“Right? What would you have done if he’d eaten all your chocolate?”

“Nothing short of murder; he’d be out the dormitory window.”

“See, I knew you’d get it.” You replied with a smirk, though your eyes turned soft as you looked him over.

“Be nice to your brother.” He murmured quietly, earning a dramatic groan as you threw your head back in exasperation.

“I don’t have to be nice to him, he’s my brother.” 

“What would your mum say?” He asked as he leaned back in his chair and held his book against his lips to hide the smile on his face.

You groaned again and looked over at him nonplussed. “To be nice to my brother.” You offered back in monotone.

He lowered his book so you could see his beaming smile, causing you to launch forward in an attempt to swipe his book from him only for him to catch your wrist instead.

“How did you even know it was me? I thought I had the impression down pat.” You murmured quietly, face now inches from his.

“You certainly look like Junior.” Remus conceded as he gave you a once over. “But he would have never let that comment about his mum fly.”

You let out a bark of laughter that Remus knew to be only yours. “That’s true, I suppose. I’ll do better next time.”

Remus gave you a shake of his head in faux admonishment as he leaned closer to you. “I’ll always recognise my sweet girl.” He murmured, massaging the inside of your wrist that he was holding captive with his thumb. “I’d recognise you by smell alone.” 

Your gaze turned hungry as your eyes flit down to his lips and then back up again. 

But Remus pulled away before you could connect your lips to his.

“Do not kiss me as Barty Crouch Junior.” He deadpanned, causing you to let out raucous laughter that got you more than a few shush’s from surrounding tables before he watched you melt back into yourself.

Remus loved your mischief, but this was by far his favourite version of you.

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## A B O U T M E

( euphoria, stranger things, bridgerton, house of the dragon, wednesday, alice in borderland, the last of us, the hunger games, mcu )

she/her. bi. 20. sag ☼

english isn't my first language.

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## M O S T R E C E N T W O R K S (06.07.2024)

❥ HOW DID IT END? (angst, smut with plot) (BUCKY BARNES)

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❥ YOU BELONG WITH ME (smut with plot) (BENEDICT BRIDGERTON)

B R I D G E R T O N ☁️

A N T H O N Y B R I D G E R T O N

-> RUMOR HAS IT (angst, a bit of smut)

B E N E D I C T B R I D G E R T O N

-> THE MUSE (smut with plot)

-> YOU BELONG WITH ME (smut with plot)

C O L I N B R I D G E R T O N

-> SHOULD'VE SAID (angst, fluff)

M A R V E L 🇺🇸

B U C K Y B A R N E S

-> I CAN DO IT WITH A BROKEN HEART (angst, fluff)

-> NOT A HOMEWRECKER (smut with plot + steve rogers)

-> SECOND FIRST TIME (smut with plot)

-> HOW DID IT END? (angst, smut with plot)

S T E V E R O G E R S

-> NOT A HOMEWRECKER (smut, reader + bucky barnes)

S T R A N G E R T H I N G S 📿

S T E V E H A R R I N G T O N

-> YOU'RE TOO DRUNK FOR THIS

-> CONFIDENCE (S. H. x FEM!READER)

-> HELP (S. H. x FEM!READER)

-> POOL SEX (smut)

-> WAIT FOR IT (KING!S. H. x FEM!READER)

-> THE GRIEF OF LOSING EDDIE MUNSON (angst, fluff)

-> REQUEST: SOFT!DOM STEVE HARRINGTON (smut)

-> JEALOUSY, JEALOUSY (angst, fluff)

-> REQUEST: STEVE, NANCY, ROBIN AND EDDIE ARE IN THE UPSIDE DOWN, READER IS PARANOID THAT SOMETHING MIGHT HAPPEN TO HER AND STEVE HAS TO REASSURE THAT WON'T HAPPEN

-> IF I WERE TO KISS YOU THEN GO TO HELL, I WOULD. SO THEN I CAN BRAG WITH THE DEVILS I SAW HEAVEN WITHOUT EVER ENTERING IT (STEVE HARRINGTON X READER)

-> REQUEST I FEEL LIKE HE’D BE NEGLECTED IN ALL HIS RELATIONSHIPS, GIRLS JUST WANTING TO GET WITH HIM BECAUSE OF HOW GOOD HE IS, TAKING ADVANTAGE OF HIM. THEN WHEN HE IS FINALLY WITH READER AND SHE REALIZES THIS BECAUSE SHE ASKS HIM WHAT HE WANTS OR HOW HE LIKES HIS BJS AND HE DOESN’T KNOW SO SHE SPENDS THE WHOLE NIGHT SOLELY FOCUSED ON MAKING HIM

-> VECNA'S CURSE (S.H. x HARGROVE!FEM!READER)

-> REQUEST I HAVE THIS IDEA OF STEVE AND Y/N JUST DOING POTTERY TOGETHER AND THEY END UP MAKING OUT AND LEADING INTO MORE

-> THE FAMILY YOU CHOSE (fluff)

-> FORGIVENESS IS A NICE THING TO DO (angst, fluff)

-> ...READY FOR IT? (S.H. x FEM!READER)

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-> THE STAINS (smut)

-> REQUEST WOULD YOU WRITE ANYTHING FOR EDDIE X PLUS SIZE!READER?

-> REQUEST BEGGING YOU TO DO A EDDIE INSPIRED BY THIS TIKTOK

-> FOUR TIMES EDDIE MUNSON KISSED YOU (fluff, smut)

-> DREAM OF A LIFETIME (fluff, angst)

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-> REQUEST: BILLY FIC WHERE READER IS A BADDIE BUT THEN BILLY FINDS OUT SHE ALSO GOT SOME TRAUMA FROM HER PARENTS

-> REQUEST: BILLY IS DATING THE GOOD GIRL FROM SCHOOL AND EVERYONE TELLS HER THAT HE'LL BREAK HER HEART BC IT'S BILLY HARGROVE BUT IN REALITY BILLY WANTS SOMETHING SERIOUS WITH HER

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M U L T I P L E C H A R A C T E R S

-> SEX HEADCANONS (BILLY HARGROVE, EDDIE MUNSON, STEVE HARRINGTON & JONATHAN BYERS X READER)

-> DADS (BILLY HARGROVE, EDDIE MUNSON, JONATHAN BYERS, STEVE HARRINGTON)

-> REQUEST: FIRST TIME WITH BILLY AND EDDIE

-> 💗💜💙 (BI!FEM!READER X STEVE HARRINGTON)

-> WE (STEVE HARRINGTON X FEM!READER)

-> TAKING CARE OF MAX AT THE HOSPITAL (HOPPER!FEM!READER X STEVE HARRINGTON)

THE HUNGER GAMES 🩸

F I N N I C K O D A I R

-> IF IT WEREN'T FOR THE BABY

-> HEART TO HEART

-> A SEASHORE CONFESSION

-> THREE LIES AT ONCE

-> REQUEST: FINNICK X READER WITH A TROUPE RIVALS TO LOVERS

M U L T I P L E C H A R A C T E R S

-> KISSING THEM (CORIOLANUS SNOW, FINNICK ODAIR, PEETA MELLARK, SEJANUS PLINTH)

T H E L A S T O F U S 🍄

J O E L M I L L E R

-> SARAH WANTS JOEL TO ASK YOU OUT (J. M X FEM!READER)

-> YOU DENY HIM A KISS AND JOEL DOESN'T TAKE IT WELL ( J. M x FEM!READER)

-> MOM!READER MEETS JOEL AGAIN AFTER THE OUTBREAK (J. M X FEM!MOM!READER)

-> PREOUTBREAK!JOEL VS POSTOUTBREAK!JOEL SMUT (J. M X FEM!READER)

-> UNNOTICED (J. M X FEM!READER)

-> PREOUTBREAK!JOEL DEALING WITH HIS THREE GIRLS (J. M X FEM!READER)

-> SUPER SHY (J. M X FEM!READER)

-> WEDDING DAY (SISTER'S FIANCE!JOEL X FEM!READER)

-> JELOUS OF TESS (J. M X FEM!READER)

P E D R O P A S C A L M U L T I P L E C H A R A C T E R S

-> KISSES (OBERYN MARTELL, JAVIER PEÑA, DIN DJARIN, JOEL MILLER)

-> SEEING HIS FACE FOR THE FIRST TIME (DIN DJARIN X FEM!READER)

W E D N E S D A Y 🎟️

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-> TASTE OF YOU (T. G. x VAMPIRE!READER)

-> I DID IT FOR YOU (T. G. x VAMPIRE!FEM!READER)

-> DAD HEADCANONS (T. G. x WEREWOLF!FEM!READER)

X A V I E R T H O R P E

-> LOVER (X. T. x VAMPIRE!READER)

A L I C E I N B O R D E R L A N D 🧶

C H I S H I Y A S H U N T A R O

-> BACK TO YOU (C.S. x FEM!READER)

-> CHISHIYA REFUSED MEDICINE UNTIL IT CAME TO YOU (C. S. x FEM!READER)

M U L T I P L E C H A R A C T E R S

-> KISSES (ARISU, CHISHIYA, KYUMA, KUINA, NIRAGI, USAGI)

H O U S E O F T H E D R A G O N 🐉

D A E M O N T A R G A R Y E N

-> THE ROGUE PRINCE AND THE FORBIDDEN LADY (D.T x FEM!STARK!READER)

-> SHORT HAIR SUITS YOU (D.T. x FEM!READER)

A E M O N D T A R G A R Y E N

-> HIS PERSONAL REVENGE (A. T. x FEM!READER)

E U P H O R I A 🪻

F E Z C O

-> THIGH RIDING (FEZCO X READER)

-> REQUEST: COULD YOU PLEASE MAKE ONE WHERE Y/N TELLS ASH THAT SHE'S PREGNANT BECAUSE SHE WAS SCARED TO TELL FEZ PT. 2

-> REQUEST: CAN U DO A FEZ SMUT OF HIM WANTING TO EAT THE READER OUT?

-> REQUEST: HI, CAN YOU DO A LENGTHY FEZ SMUT WHERE HIM & READER SPEND THE DAY TOGETHER SHOPPING AND STOP AT A LINGERIE STORE. SHE'S TRYING STUFF ON TEASING HIM AND THEN THEY GO INTO THE DRESSING ROOM TRYING TO BE QUIET EVEN THROUGH FEZ IS GOING HARD.

-> RUE INTERRUPTS YOUR NIGHT WITH FEZCO (FEZCO X READER)

-> YOU ASK FEZCO TO CHOKE YOU (FEZCO X READER)

-> FEZCO FUCKING YOU IN YOUR NEW DRESS (FEZCO X PLUS SIZE!READER)

-> REQUEST: FEZCO X READER. THEY ARE DATING AND EXPLORING THEIR SEXYAL LIKES AND DISLIKES. DO YOU THINK FEZ WOULD BE DOWN TO THE READER PEGGING HIM?

-> REQUEST: CAN YOU PLEASE DO ONE WHERE THE READER AND FEZCO ARE TOGETHER AND ONE NIGHT THE READER GETS DRUNK AND FEZCO TAKES CARE OF HER??

-> I SENT HER BACK TO HER BOYFRIEND WITH MY HANDPRINT ON HER ASS CHEEK (FEZCO X READER)

-> FRIENDSHIP WITH FEZCO (FEZCO X READER)

-> REQUEST: FEZCO SMUT X READER. HE TAKES THIS GOOD GIRLS VIRGINITY AND ASKS HIS GRANDMA FOR TIPS ON HOW TO TREAT HER WELL

-> FEZCO HAS TO SAVE YOU FROM YOUR DISASTROUS HOUSEHOLD (FEZCO X READER)

N A T E J A C O B S

-> NATE FINDS YOUR DILDO AND HE'S NOT HAPPY ABOUT IT (NATE JACOBS X READER)

J U L E S V A U G H N

-> MEETING JULES (JULES X READER)

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♫ ― 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐒

aaron hotchner

spencer reid (2)

derek morgan

luke alvez

matt simmons

penelope garcia

emily prentiss

jennifer jareau

tara lewis

elle greenaway

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some fic writers to read who aren't me

there's so many amazing writers on here who ultimately made me want to contribute to the eddie thirst and it's just nice to have more series to follow and binge so these are all my absolute faves and you should follow and read and drown the writers in praise!

these are just my all time faves but i always reblog what i like so check that out too!

ps: I will make another list of this but exclusively just slutty eddie reads, pure filth

✹ @andvys love will tear us apart series this is absolutely phenomenal, i am addicted! i honestly check multiple times a day for new parts. there's prequels as well to feed my cravings as well

✹ @pxrxcxa opposite ends top tier enemies to lovers fic! dustin's sister is one of my favourite tropes and they do it so well. perfect slow burn

✹ @thefreakymunson anywhere but here i couldn't not give you a rockstar eddie fic and this is one of the best! it's a really unique take on it and just fun, hot and angsty

✹ @nyxoz follow the oz writes eddie munson tag my go to for eddie smut because it's always so fucking hot but there's also some gorgeous fluff bits like i just love their eddie! just check the tag there's so much

✹ @kissitbttr eddie x mean cheerleader but also all the other eddie fics because their fem readers are all loud mouth slightly terrifying girls and i am a true believer that this is eddie's type to the core, they're the perfect match. as a scary loud girl, her characters speak to me

✹ @chaseadrian live wire another novel worthy series that's so original and just stunning! angsty and sexy as hell

✹ @ambrossart dancing with myself this one i hold dear to my heart. i love the concept so much and so much work went into it. i love love the backstory of eddie and reader and the way the characters are portrayed is amazing. a 10/10 chrissy portrayal

✹ @munsonquinns forbidden fruit total unapologetic delicious filth. this is so sexy but also a really sweet storyline and take on eddie?

✹ @inknopewetrust hoping i'll find (a glimpse of us) if you want a one shot, this is it. wanna cry? this is it. it's like a whole short story. i have reread this multiple times and each time i do it's all i think about for the rest of the day

✹ @riotkayla finding the truth this was the first eddie series i read and i adore it. it's just such a good concept and got me hooked on dad eddie

✹ @luveline june baby and eddie and roan (single dad eddie) i feel like if you on stranger things fanfic tumblr then you know them, they've never made a bad fic but these are my favourites. june baby is like a novel, so carefully considered and written. prepare for your heart to swell twice its size

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in the almost two years that you and katsuki have been dating, marriage has never been brought up.

not even once.

you’re not worried about it though. the thought is one that must’ve crossed his mind at one point or another and simply not been verbalized. after all—he’s still learning that he is in fact allowed to both have and express his emotions.

alternatively, your brain is certainly no stranger to being graced with images of your boyfriend—well, husband—in a suit and tie, with a handful of three tiered vanilla cake smeared on his face. courtesy of you, of course.

it’s a sweet thought, but one that you tuck away—because now just, isn’t the time.

you’re still so young, and there’s many memories to be made before your wedding becomes one of them. also, you don’t even really have the time to begin with. your boyfriend currently has almost all of his focus on his career as a pro, and as bitter as the words taste—that line of work does require a one day at a time mindset. he knows better than anyone that he can’t gaze too far into the future.

so, marriage remains a topic that you and katsuki have yet to touch on.

however, the two of you attended izuku’s wedding this evening, and much to your surprise—he has a lot to say about it upon returning home.

in fact, you don’t even end up here until two in the morning, and now—at quarter to three—neither of you seem willing to put the conversation to bed.

you’re sitting on the sofa with your legs slung over katsuki’s lap, and he’s mindlessly kneading at the skin on your thighs. he’s definitely not drunk, but after snagging three consecutive days off for this whole ordeal—a miracle, really—he had a drink or two (or three) at the reception, and so yes, he has a bit of a buzz going on. but, he’s not any less him.

“katsuki,” you drawl—tone vaguely similar to that of a parent scolding their child. “stop it, his vows were not cheesy.”

“yeah they were,” he mutters. he’s still in his white button up and black dress pants, although the tie and suit jacket that went along with them are long gone. “almost as cheesy as the fuckin’,” he pauses to lean his head back against the cushions. “tears running down his face.”

and well, it was a beautiful ceremony—an outdoor event that unfolded beneath the pinky-orange sky and the warmth of the evening sun.

candles lined the aisle, and a slew of white roses adorned the archway at the end of it—details that you know izuku didn’t have much to do with, but that he visibly adored no less. he was as happy as you think you’ve ever seen him. in a way, you envy the outward tenderness of his affection.

“i thought it was cute,” you respond. “you can tell that he’s in love.”

having already changed into pyjamas, your thumb and index finger tug and fiddle with a loose thread on the sleeve of your (katsuki’s) shirt, and you find yourself wondering if the possibility of him crying at your ceremony is one that exists.

“yeah, that’s enough love for me.” he turns to you—scarlet gaze lidded with what could be fatigue, the lingering effects of rum, or, a little bit of both. “don’t think i’m cut out for this wedding bullshit.”

he means this wedding guest bullshit, surely.

“well,” you bend your knees, planting your feet flat against his thighs, which prompts him to slide two fingers beneath the silver jewelry wrapped around your ankle. “then i guess now is a bad time to tell you that i caught the bouquet.”

it was an honest mistake. you intentionally placed yourself at the very back of the group, primarily to avoid any potential scuffles, but lo and behold— izuku’s wife has quite the arm. you had to catch it simply to prevent being hit by it.

but apparently your boyfriend didn’t notice the dishevelled bundle of foliage in your hands upon returning to the table.

“you wanna trophy or somethin’?” he deadpans.

“uh, i believe it’s called a ring,” you hum playfully—half poking fun at him, and half hoping that you feel his palm heat up against your skin. he’s pretty easy to read, so long as you know what to look for.

but he doesn’t have much of a reaction.

whatever’s playing on the television is in the midst of bathing him in a blue-ish hue, and so you can’t really make out any of the finer details of his face—the crease between his brows or the sharpness of his jaw. but, you know that katsuki’s wheels are turning. you can feel it in the absentminded graze of his fingertips along the back of your thigh. it’s as if he’s getting a feel for the idea of marriage for the first time, tossing and turning it around in his head. has he really never thought about it before?

“that superstition is bullshit,” he blurts out after a minute or two of silence.

“marriage?” you furrow your brows at him.

katsuki mirrors your look with triple the sass and a little scowl to boot—crease now very, very visible. “no moron, the bouquet toss. jesus, denki sat next to you for twenty minutes and was able to kill that many of your brain cells, or what?” he asks—smirk threatening the corners of his lips. “i thought i told that dumbass to stop flirting with you.”

“don’t worry,” you laugh a little even though you know you shouldn’t. “he won’t remember flirting with me.”

“good,” katsuki mumbles.

you watch quietly as he turns to the television. the shitty comedy movie you’re watching continues to paint him in various colours—a muted orange that softens his features, and a shade of royal blue that makes the scar on his face appear a deep purple.

he’s pretty, you think. in any and every colour.

“so,” you begin, redirecting your gaze to your nails in a painfully obvious attempt at avoiding his. “do you not want to marry me?”

it’s a lighthearted question. some casual late night conversation. you’re going to take his reply with a grain of salt regardless of what it is.

but again, in the blurry background of your vision, you see katsuki with that same look on his face—confusion and bewilderment all wrapped into one.

“did i say that i didn’t wanna marry you?” he asks.

and well, no. however, his apparent distaste for all things wedding related can be interpreted as such—can’t it?

“i read between the lines,” you chuckle and swing your feet onto the floor—sitting back upright.

“well don’t,” he grumbles. you can feel his eyes on you as you stretch your arms out above your head, and when you stand up and start shuffling away—you think you can feel a hole burning into the back of your skull. “hey, get your ass back here.”

“katsuki, i’m tired,” you groan over your shoulder, already knowing that he’s right there behind you.

“listen to me,” he insists, but his voice is soft, light—as if he’s well aware that the topic isn’t. then, he reaches out and tangles his fingers in the excess fabric of your shirt, pulling you flush against the eternal warmth of his chest. he ducks down a bit, breath tickling the shell of your ear. “i’ll give you that ring when i’m damn good and ready, alright?”

you wiggle in his grasp, turning yourself around to face him as his rather interesting choice of words begins to settle.

“what ring?” you smile up at him, and again—he’s easy to read so long as you know what to look for, and so as you watch the tips of his ears flush red, you think you’ve got him all figured out. “baby—”

katsuki’s palm gently greets your face before you can start doting on him. he pushes lightly—using just enough force to get his point across.

“yeah, yeah. save it for later,” he advises, and you swear your heart leaps into your throat at the all but confirmed meaning of those words. “since you’re so good at reading between lines and shit,” he adds.

and even at a time like this, he’s as smug as ever.

but you’re happy—so incredibly happy. of course you are. knowing that the picture perfect images of katsuki as your groom will eventually leave the confines of your mind is all you really wanted. still, there’s a small part of you that feels guilty for even bringing it up in the first place, because you’ve completely eliminated any element of surprise. is he upset about that? it doesn’t look like—

“what, no i love you? no you’re the best boyfriend ever?” his voice fills your ears—extinguishing the prior thought. “can make you wait longer, y’know.”

“shut up,” you curl into his chest, breathing in the faint scent of cologne that’s lingering on his shirt—the same one he’s worn on every date he’s ever taken you on. “you know how much i love you.”

“yeah, ditto.”

and katsuki wants to argue that point further, but he doesn’t.

he’s never been the best at expressing himself. he knows this, and he knows that you do as well. his affection isn’t like izuku’s. his tenderness doesn’t come in the form of words.

instead, he weaves it into everything he does.

it’s in the way he sleeps—always with an arm or a leg or some part of his body touching yours, and always with you positioned further from the door. god forbid soembody enter your home, he needs himself to be the first (and last) person that they encounter. it’s in the way he eats, too—because despite his relentless appetite, he always makes sure you’ve had your fill before he thinks about going back for seconds. above all, he holds you with a tenderness that even izuku couldn’t match. he holds you so close, and he holds you so tight—like the thought of losing you is one that’s forever on his mind and always scaring him shitless.

and so, while he knows better than anyone that he can’t gaze too far into the future, he did.

he bought a ring eight and a half months into your relationship, and has been waiting for a time that the larger part of society would deem acceptable. having to work beneath the scrutinizing eye of the public is shitty, but the way he sees it—there’s no title or piece of paperwork that’s going to change what you mean to him anyways.

nevertheless, katsuki hasn’t doubted for a second that the colour you would look best in is white.