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Home for the holidays - Xander Harris/reader Blurb
- Set during the Christmas episode of season 3 (post- Xander cheating on Cordi. Reader is part of the Scooby gang) and based around the comment Xander (or Cordelia? I havent seen s3 in months) made about him sleeping on outside when his parents fought.
Xander has the mental capacity of a slime, so it's hard to write him
It was a shockingly cold winter's night in Sunnydale, California, and you had been out for a walk, admiring how the sudden snow coated the ground and the rooftops, dusting the corners and tops of houses in a way that made the typically hot town look like something out of a painting-- So unfamiliar and yet so picturesque.
So you wandered the streets, Taking in the beautiful snow covered landscape that had become the town you lived in. There was something so soothing about a night walk, one hopefully free of vampires or your typical creatures of the night. You figured they had made themselves busy with the more obvious-- Christmas parties and family gatherings. Besides, hanging out with the scoobies was bound to give you an amount of added protection and defense.
Leaning down with gentle hands, you brush his hair out of his face and small lumps of frost from his nose, not wanting to spook him or shake him up more than he already was. His eyes were screwed tight and his brow furrowed. You were used to the loud and obnoxious Xander, the casual one that easily made rude remarks mid conversation. The typical Xander that was nothing like the abandoned, miserable animal that lay before you.
"Xander?" your expression was a tense mix of concern and chilled from the cold. He looked so sound, you hardly expected the way his eyes shot open.
"you!' He sounded almost accusatory as He fumbled with the small blankets covering his body, adjusting under the little cover that it gave him. Slowly, Xander sat up, shivering and looking you in the eyes, confusion and surprise tinged them. You took a step back. if anyone had ever looked more out of their element than him right now you had never seen it.
"So, what hot party did you get away from?" He remarked, standing awkwardly like he would rather be anywhere else in the world. "excuse me?'
"well, we could always go to your place and get a little warm and cozy" he added, making you nearly reel back "you disgust me, gosh! more than anything though, you look like you need it"
He said something that you think was agreeing but he began to ramble, likely trying to distract from his current situation or the very obvious fact that he was left to sleep outside like a dog. You could barely process what he said, but decided it would be best if you do something about his current state.
"you could come over to my house," you suggested, catching him off guard entirely
"you- what?" he scampered upwards looking all together like a cold animal and not like the rude teenager you knew. You nodded.
"well,. . .I just can't have you catching hypothermia." You look down, fidgeting with your fingers. In truth, Xander was never that close to you. Actually, he was probably the member of the Scooby gang that you knew the least about. He was just far enough apart from you For you to not be bothered by the fact that he had been broken up with not long before the holiday season. Even still, you weren't an asshole, and, seeing someone you considered to be your friend laying out in the cold, you had to do something.
He didn't let up his childish comments the whole walk home. You figured it was his own terrible way of an icebreaker but it felt a lot more like torture. "guess I won't have to ask your bed or mine!" all he received was a roll of your eyes and you silently questioning why you would even do this in the first place
You guided him into your house, hoping that your parents wouldn't make a big deal of the very obvious fact that you were bringing a boy home at a very questionable hour. Your key rattled as you opened your door, allowing the warm air to brush against your skin.
The smell was what hit him first, freshly cooked foods, hot and welcoming, like something that might actually serve as a balm to him in the freezing weather.
"mmmm," he groaned audibly, making you turn your head round just to glare at him. "get in, you can sleep on the couch" you motioned to the couch and ran a hand across your forehead.
⚠️: 3k ish words, a lot of making out, wolfstar at the end, fem/girlfriend reader
Author's note: this is my first time posting a Harry Potter/marauders fic pls be kind; Also I think the middle pic is Jimmy page.
It was simple, really.
A small assignment for your transfiguration class, one that would take less than a week to complete. One that even a first year could do-- with a bit of effort. The instructions were fairly easy too-- shape a household item into an animal, write a paper on the results. Knowing your own transfiguration skills, it would be an easy grade and nothing to worry about.
But nothing was ever simple with Sirius Black.
You had heard of him a few times before even though he wasn't in the same house as you--and there was one thing you had heard that stayed constant-- he was trouble. Rumoured to be a total flirt and a prankster to top it off, you always figured it best to steer clear of the boy. And in spite of his name and in spite of his reputation you somehow managed to stay far away from him for years. You never thought that would change.
"and Black." McGonagall's voice rang across the classroom, receiving only a bewildered look from you and an exaggerated sigh from Sirius.
He seemed normal enough when you were partnered up together- swore to you that he would do his part of the work in that charming voice of his and looked right through you with his striking eyes that seemed to be the same color as the sky that day. You left the classroom anxious with the strange, nearly misplaced feeling of butterflies in your gut. You didn't like him in that way, you thought. You hardly knew him, so you brushed the strange feeling off, figuring it was a one time thing.
you had both agreed to meet outside, in the courtyard outside of the castle to work through the assignment. It was that strange september point just between summer and fall when the leaves hit the ground and the wind bit, but the sun, almost defiantly, peeked out from the clouds constantly. You had to brush the leaves from the bench before you sat down, placing each book on the bench that looked too small for the both of you. The air was quiet and still as you waited for him, save for some wind here and there. after a few minutes you could do nothing but wonder why he hadn't showed yet. Then you almost missed it. A big black dog running in the distance before stopping to look at you
you blinked at the dog, once.
then twice.
That was when it struck you-- You recognised this dog.
For months now, this same black animal had been catching your eye. It almost felt as though it was following you around the grounds of hogwarts, appearing only when you were alone, sometimes even waiting for you to leave the castle after certain classes, sometimes trailing behind you at hogsmeade, waiting to be pet. Though being under the animal's gaze never felt like an uncomfortable sensation, you were never really quite at ease either. it was an infrequent occurrence and only ever lasted for so long. You wondered how long this time would last.
but it only seemed to stare, as if it enjoyed how lost and confused you became at the sight of it. still no sign of your partner, though. Just the mutts big black eyes locked to yours.
when the ball of black fur vanished, a hand appeared from around the corner, one connected to a charming man with the same shade in his hair swaying behind him. His smile was wide, it almost convinced you that he was glad to see you and hadn't just been playing pranks with the marauders. You blinked, looking up at him and returning a small bit of the smile he had shown you.
"ready for this project, love?" he started, swinging his bag round the corner and moving to sit beside you, a bit too close for your liking but it was all the room the bench provided. you only gave him a reluctant sigh
"I know, it's like Mcgonagall hates us" He slouched his shoulders "all this homework" he waved his wand on the last word, emphasizing it like you would when casting a particularly difficult spell.
You did your best to focus on the project as you both got to work, hoping he wouldn't notice that your mind lied elsewhere. In truth, you still had the image of that black dog glued to the back of your mind, though you figured focusing on the work would get your mind off of yet another strange encounter. And focus you did, as you practiced the spell you had been taught with him twice over before re-reading the material just to be sure you had it right. Nothing would stick, which was strange for a configuration assignment. maybe it was the way his hair curtained around his face, his charming smile. Perhaps you were just distracted by that typical glint in Sirius' eyes when he managed to mess the spell up in such a way that distracted a smile right out of you.
When you parted ways that day, you made sure to schedule a few more meet ups with him, just for good measure and to get the spell right. It was rather tricky after all. yeah, that was the only reason.
By the next meeting, you had started to notice him more, not only in class but in the halls and around school. He was loud, but certainly not the loudest marauder. His long hair constantly fell into his face but he never seemed to find the need to brush it away, letting it be as wild and free as he seemed.
He was oddly charming in his own right. You felt your thoughts slowly fade from anxious ones of the dog that only continued appearing near you -- especially on days when you had to work with him-- to the way his voice rang through your head, sweet and deep. Or the sight of the sunlight hitting the lines of his face wherever it was only the two of you alone in the Castles courtyard.
The assignment went shockingly well, in spite of all your anxiety that certainly didn't at all feel like butterflies in your stomach or your chest tightening at just the sound of his voice.
"You've just about managed to make him a right nerd!" James called out to you in the hallways one morning. And that was it, everyone knew. About how many study sessions the two of you had, about how some git from another house was turning Sirius Black-- slowly but surely into a total goody two shoes. Before you could even realize it was happening, you felt something, something strong and sure. You were proud of him and you were proud of yourself.
Merlin only knows how quickly word spreads at Hogwarts, and the words melted around you, soft and sweet though they were only rumors. People would talk about the two of you. In the halls, in your dorm, during lunch, in class. You could hear people gossip like they were getting paid by the word. 'that's Sirius' girl" you heard from the back of your classes, "since you're so close with Black," teachers would say, which would only lead to more assignments paired together.
It felt like you already had him, and, in a way, you already did. He was practically wrapped around your finger. now it was a long haired boy to replace the strange mutt following at your feet, alongside you at every turn. Before you knew it, you could hardly imagine life without him.
Just one breath of him and you could hardly stand it. The sight of him, the scent of him, the feel of his hands as they silently brushed yours as they often did. not very long and he was so close, so close with you that he was usual and yet still disarming in how handsome he still was.
It was incredible. He was altogether irresistible, as you knew he would be.
Pride had consumed you, pride for him and all that he was. It wasn't until it was almost too late that you realized you were a little more than proud for Sirius black.
It had all happened so fast, feelings rushing into you and consuming, eating at your body like a poison would -- attacking every part of you and laying waste to the rest. You weren't sure where the attraction began and where you're not thinking much of him ended. All you knew now was that you wanted him, more than you ever could have imagined you would.
One night it all bubbled over, as a potion gone awry would. You had asked him to meet you in the library at an hour far later than was allowed, slipping yet another bit of parchment into the book you both shared for classes, studying, but mostly for passing notes.
If not for the fear of rejection that crept through you, you might have been anxious to get caught alone with him in the dead of night. You couldn't afford to think about the consequences of anything other than what he might think of you, the friendship that you could ruin in only a few simple words. You had it too bad. This moment mattered far too much to you for you to think of anything but him.
The night air left a chill down the bare back of your neck, even as a few candles still illuminated parts of the library. all at once you could feel that someone was there even though the space around you still seemed empty. A glance to your left and a glance to the right yielded no more than before. It was the sinking feeling of someone watching you without you knowing, or perhaps it was only the natural fear that came with being out after curfew creeping up on you.
Even still, your breath grew ragged with the nervous tension in your chest, and your fingers shook without good cause. Someone just had to be watching you.
He swept his hair from his eyes, forcing the cloak further down before he caught it in the same hand that held the marauders map, names still flashing across its surface.
"Love? you okay?" he leaned down to look you in the eye, his hand reaching for yours. his soft blue eyes held nothing but concern "I got your note." he looked into your eyes as if scanning to make sure nothing was wrong, looking you over, hoping you were safe.
"Sirius, I--"
"is something wrong? was it anything I said?" he worried aloud, nearly cutting you off
"No, Sirius, it's nothing you did, . well, technically, it's everything you did. Everything you've ever done." you watched as terror flashed across his face for only a moment but continued without pause
"I love you, more than anyone, more than anything. It drives me insane, just to think of you, just to be near you every day. wanting you but never really having you." you sucked in another breath, ready to continue your anxious rambling. not seconds later, Sirius took hold of the side of your face, leaning close to breathily whisper a low "shhhh." before his lips pressed firmly to yours as he drew you nearer and nearer to him
He took your hand in his, pushing you back only slightly, pushing your back to the shelves behind you until he could reach a hand to the side of your face, bringing his face closer to your own for a kiss with more passion and intensity than any first kiss should have had.
Purely on instinct, your hands found the back of his neck, fingers tangling through the curls in his long, dark hair. You felt as his tongue traced the corner of your lips as you parted, hunger and built up need fueling the sensations between you.
You gasped,for air, for more, for less of the overwhelming sensations and simultaneously for what you had yearned for for so very long.
"oh love, oh my love" Sirius muttered, pressing reverent kisses from the edges of your lips to the apples of your cheeks to the sides of your neck. "you have no idea how long I've wanted this." he breathed out, mouth hot on your skin when his lips parted only to meet yours again
When the two of you finally parted, A new sort of fire burned inside of you. And something told you this definitely wouldn't be the last time you would find yourself in the castle after hours with Sirius Black. He gave you a parting kiss on the cheek and the both of you didn't even need to plan to meet up again-- it was understood how much you needed each other.
And that was absolutely the truth.
You weren't sure how things grew so quickly and neither was he.
Unbeknownst to you, all the marauders knew of you, and James often teased Sirius for wanting to hang out with his new girlfriend so often even though the two of you were far from really official.
Only a week later and you would both wind up horizontal on a table in the darkest corner of the library after another routine invitation to the library. Sometimes these meetings were heated, sometimes they were much closer to holding hands, reading silently or just looking into each other's eyes.
How Filch hadn't caught both of you was a complete mystery to you, but you hadn't found the time to question it between the loads of homework, studying for exams and Sirius' newfound insistence.
The only sound that filled the cold air that night was the soft sound of your gasps as he made his way with kisses that turned into bites and bites that turned into bruising hickeys.
You gasped, fingers reaching for the back of his collar as he practically crawled atop you, making his way down your torso with licks and love bites, eating at you like an animal would its prey. And an animal he was, with his long fingers tugging at your shirt from the back only to pull it further down. You could feel the heat from his mouth with each bite, each nip each lick.
The sound of a book thudding against the tile floor threw you both out of your lust filled haze. Finally you both pulled away, heads spinning and vision fuzzy.
"Fuck, who's there?" Sirius let go of his hold of you, letting you straighten your clothes and stand up proper. You squinted to try to catch a glimpse of the source of the sound. From the corner of your eye, you could see a pale hand reaching around the corner before the full figure of the person stepped into view.
"Moony?" Sirius gasped. The dark haired boy crossed his arms defensively, like his friend had seen something he shouldn't have. You looked the taller boy across from you up and down. His hands hung low and were bruised at the knuckles, his typical sweater looked more loose than usual and the bags under his eyes were more pronounced. His hair, normally straight and tidy looked wild and if you squinted you could spot dark spots or a twig in the matted fur.
Remus cleared his throat
"What day is it?" His voice was raspy, you noticed, like it took all of Remus' strength just to speak. All that he got in response from Sirius was a cock of his head with a confused "mate, I don't know, Friday? What is this all about?"
His friend's voice sounded too still, too calm for him not to be holding something back. "January 23" Remus' gaze fell down to his shoes as he avoided the pain of eye contact with either of you "today was the full moon."
Sirius stumbled back, hands falling onto the table behind him as he caught himself. You looked at your boyfriend, his eyes were wide like Remus had just told him someone was dying and not something that could very well just be trivial information. Moon phases, who even tracks those? Was what you were thinking to yourself. But as Sirius' fingers shook against the table, you began to wonder if something more was at play here.
You could see sirius' eyes get glossy and he bit his lip till it looked like it would bleed. "Fuck. Damnit, Moony"
All at once, you felt sort of like a third wheel, it was their pain, and you were only witness to it. Their unbreakable bond, and you could still taste Sirius on your tongue.
"See, I . . .got sidetracked?" Sirius tried, voice cracking. Your boyfriend sounded like he was fighting for his life. Remus looked into Sirius' eyes and they both knew that that was far from the truth. In their one shared gaze they could feel the pain between them both and knew deeply that this wouldn't be repaired easily with an apology or a small excuse.
Lupin took a hesitant step backwards towards a bookshelf. "I. . .I should probably go" his voice was nearly silent so you almost didn't catch his words before he retreated out of the library. Well, it was more like an awkward stumble.
After Remus left, Sirius followed behind him, desperate to win him back.
The only thing that you could assume was that either Remus had a strange medical condition or was Jealous. He was genuinely, seriously jealous-- at least that's what you thought. What else could he have meant by that?
Days went by after that encounter. Sirius grew much more distant as the days went on. Less meetings, brief kisses, fewer notes passed.
You hadn't seen him much for weeks now, his focus mostly on Remus. You had passed him in the halls or heard him in class with the marauders saying things like 'do you think he'll ever forgive me?' or 'i have to make it up to him somehow'
You tried to keep up hoping that it was nothing, but all the signs made it seem like Sirius was ignoring you, throwing you cheaply away for some drama with his friends. You had no idea how little you really knew.
Can I request a fic or hcs about George in his Hamburg era having an artsy gf who is shy as him and they're too embaressed to do anything romantic but still are clingy to each other? And they started to date bc the reader was Cynthia's pretty cousin and John wanted George to stop following them to every date
Just good ol' tooth rotting fluff :3
art is actually more my thing than writing so this should be fun! I am SO sorry this took so long, I haven't been writing </3 hope it doesn't suck
warnings: gender neutral reader, probably not accurate, kinda short
George could feel himself getting more choked up by the seconds-- you were so stunning and he felt silly-- just tagging along with John and Cynthia. He followed along behind John, trailing like a lost puppy
Luckily for him, it seemed like you were just tagging along too and you looked just about as lost as he felt. paint smudges along your shirt, graphite smears on the sides of your fingers and bits of dried paint in your hair and you still managed to look so beautiful that it made his mind reel. John had introduced him to you politely and without much thought-- his band’s guitarist and one of his mates.
Cynthia introduced you: her cousin and an artist. This made sense, you looked like a painting come to life-- he thought the second he had laid eyes on you. graceful in your silence and beautiful in your own, slightly chaotic way. John and Cynthia had picked a lovely date spot, a small bar with nice music, warm lights and even warmer atmosphere, nothing like their usual places. The light hit the curves and contours of your face in a way that made you seem even more like a dream to him.
You both stood there, lingering near the table that the couple had settled themselves at. Your eyes were glued to the floor like you weren't quite sure what to do with yourself. And George, surely felt the same. The lights flashed across the floor in a way that nearly made you dizzy and Cynthia motioned for you and George to go busy yourselves with grabbing some drinks.
He felt his throat go dry and every inch of his skin go clammy-- he was awkward, yeah, but he had never been unable to talk to a girl before. And yet. here you were and here he was, rendered completely speechless. He felt like a guitar with strings tuned until they tightened far too much.
His elbow bumped yours when you both reached for drinks for yourself and the couple, making you laugh and him cringe a bit.
after a few months and a lot of persuasion from his bandmates, george decided he was going to do it. He would ask you out. And maybe without John and his wife in the room this time. he could do it, couldn't he? John kept on encouraging him, no matter how hesitant he got.
It would be on a bright, sunny morning when it would happen. You wouldn’t even hear it from him, it would be Cynthia who would bring it up with you in the middle of a drive to see a gig.
“Remember that nice boy? John’s guitarist?” You nodded along like you weren’t hanging on every word she said in hopes that he would want to see you again
“How about you two get coffee together? At the shop across from the club he plays at?”
you blinked, visibly confused. You wrung out your hands anxiously like you were one breath away from asking her if she had lost her mind.
“he asked me to ask you.” She smiled with a light shrug that told you you had no reason to be worried. You nodded along, still in a stunned state
“he’s just about as shy as you are.” She assured you, as if that was the cure all that would instantly bring you together. Then again, what could you do but agree? He was charming and you did want to see him again and you were happy he had said something, even in a roundabout way.
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So that was how you found yourself sitting in the middle of a coffee shop after straying from John and Cynthia, practically shaking with anxiety. You ran your fingers along the smudges and chipped bits of paint and plaster that traced your wrists and arms, finding any way to self soothe.
You glanced around the room so quickly that you probably missed George standing at the opposite corner of the room. It didn't occur to you until he was standing right next to you.
"Lovely" you just barely heard him say it. You immediately turned your head when his choked voice broke through impenetrable silence. Your eyes met his. "You look. . .lovely." he repeated, eyes locking on yours for only a brief moment. Your hands moved to your sides but never stopped their nervous ministrations
You smiled up at him and the two of you took your seats in the small, warm coffee shop. The movement felt natural and as you looked up at him, that felt like it was more than right too.
When the waiter finally made their way to your seats, his shoes brushed yours clumsily as you both gave your orders. George recoiled back, faint blush tinting his face.
"sorry, love" he shook his head, practically destroying you with that charming smile of his. The silence that followed was near deafening but luckily it didn't last long at all.
He nudged you a little "could I have a taste?" George asked with a small gesture towards your drink. You smiled but your heartbeat jumped when you felt your fingers brush his as you handed him the glass.
He pushed it back to you, nearly tipping it over with the motion. "Whoops" he couldn't help but smile, his charming teeth showing.
That night ended with his rough hand in yours, fingers calloused from playing guitar curled around yours.
"that was wonderful" he gazed at you while running his thumb along your knuckles. "Yeah, thanks for inviting me, Geo--" you stuttered as he pressed a sweet kiss into your cheek, giggling into his motions.
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Even once the two of you began dating, it still held an anxious atmosphere. Going out with John and Cynthia, both of you trailing behind the couple less in a double date way and more like both of you were waiting for permission just to be alone together. It was always a joint experience, never just the two of you. As if you and George were just dancing around the idea of romance with each other, yearning and wanting but never going all the way with it, always needing an excuse for the other’s company.
back at the same bar, John turned around to face you both as you held each other close only a few feet behind the couple.
"mate, really, why don't you two get a room?"
It was true. You were both clinging to each other like animals huddling in the chill of winter. You were mad about each other but too shy to leave your friends and be alone together; Something should probably be done about it. Though John's words were only met with you and George both side eyeing each other, something close to embarrassment in your eyes.
George's grip tightened around your hand anxiously. But securely, like he was certain how he loved you, but not quite how to show it
Star Trek TOS characters when you're on your period
small warning: I've only watched about 7 episodes of Star Trek (I'm trying to start from the beginning) but I NEED to write something for it, I'm obsessed.
Captain Kirk
Of course, he would always give you days off when you're particularly struggling with it. would rush to your quarters at the end of every day to make sure you weren't in too much pain
He's the kind of guy to do his best to spend every night and bit of time off with you when you're on your period. He's a bit of a worrier and needs tomake sure you're okay at all times. He hates seeing you in pain, but his favourite part of this time for you will always be getting to hold you in his arms, massaging your stomach or wherever your cramps are, soothing you to sleep.
McCoy
He definently has an entire cabinet full of period products that the other crew members use when they need it. Once you two got togetther, he added an entire section with chocolates and extra weighted blankets or heating pads for you.
He would have you in the med bay all day long if your cramps were particularly bad. He's not really one for cuddlingwith you but would pull you aside whenver he gets free time and interrupt you with kisses on the forehead, wrist, cheek, etc. His biggest priority is making absolutely sure that you're as comfortable as he can make you
Spock
He's the one person who isn't awkward at all about this. I think he's probably done a great deal of studying on female and human anatomy, so he would think of your experience more in a logical sense. Maybe an underrated take but I think he would be more touchy with you, especially if you have bad cramps that cause you to be in constant pain. He can't stand the thought of you hurting and would show it via watching over you and giving you small Vulcan kisses.
Being himself, he Can't understand why you would possibly be embarrassed about this. Definitely the most forgiving as well; rather than most of the others giving you time off, he would want to spend more time with you-- keeping a quiet eye on you and making sure you're never in too much pain and are getting the rest you need.
Scotty
He would be more embarrassed or shy than the others when it comes to helping you out. I think he isn't really used to hearing about these types of problems but would nonetheless be very sweet about it.
would definitely make sure you never have to go on any away missions during your period and would deliver you sweets or pain killers in between his jobs.
Uhura
very very sweet to you the whole time. I don't think she usually gets breaks very often, but when she does she'll make sure to check on you (assuming you aren't on the bridge already)
Definitely the most affectionate of the crew, frequently sneaks snacks and sweets for you along with painkillers if you get bad cramps. she would show bits of affection by kissing you on the cheek every chance she gets
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⚠️: I haven't been in the Arcana fandom in YEARS so there might be inaccuracies, praise kink, sex mentioned (obviously), reader's gender isn't specified,
absolutely melts when touched and gets wayy overwhelmed way fast. He can't be into overstimulation because he's always overstimulated. he definitely just needs to take everything slow and steady, he can't handle much in the way of affection.
he's especially sensitive when it comes to your tongue and the feeling of your tongue on his skin. He can hardly handle the thought that you would care enough to want to give him pleasure in that way
ofc he has a thing for praise-- but it's less that hes into praise (thats Julian's thing) and more that he doesn't know how to handle compliments and can't believe that anyone would really direct anything so sweet towards him.
He physically cannot come before you do. At first it was only mental, both him and his instincts telling himself to prioritize you over his own needs but at some point he became physically impossible for him to feel satisfied until he knew that you were.
He would much rather have sex with you as a way to feel as close to you as possible rather than to relieve himself. Typically, he doesn't even realize that he wants you in that way, if he even does. (Asexual muriel anyone?)
on that note, he would struggle processing his own desires and might feel insecure about even being aroused. If you offered to help him out in that realm he would just be very confused more than anything.
He would enjoy missionary but at the same time it makes him feel so shy and exposed. even if he trusts you, he would be hesitant because of how exposed he would feel looking right into your eyes during something so intimate.
he would definitely love giving head more than anything else. He needs nothing more than to taste you and know that you're satisfied to feel good. Would also adore getting to taste you when he's stressed, telling you that you're the best thing he's ever tasted. He wouldn't be greedy and would take his time, going as slow as a man as desperate as he is could in an attempt to savor you slowly.
He's so so so gentle when he's inside of you. The first time he might not even move for a while out of fear that he might accidentally hurt you if he tried to please you or himself.
hear me out on this but I think he has a breeding kink-- but in a more soft, one hand on your stomach while he pushes himself further and further into you while he whispers to you that he's so grateful that you trust him enough to do this with you sort of way.
He wouldn't moan much, and would mainly let out gasps and grunts. He would definitely whimper when very overwhelmed though.
Because of his past, he doesn't feel like he has the right to touch you and hesitates a lot. You would have to convince him that he wont hurt you and even then he would be a little tense.
Would instinctively bury his face into your neck or shoulders, no matter the position or your shape or size. It almost feels like he's and animal, snuggling into you for warmth or comfort while you're so close.
He's very shy, but not about his body necisarily. Rather, he always worries that hes doing something wrong, be it too little, too much or not enough. Muri just needs some love and patience <3
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One thing golden era Wattpad writers had going for them was that they knew the importance of a buildup. I'm of the opinion that the sexual tension is WAY more satisfying to read than the actual sex and quite frankly there is a serious lack of non smutty writing.
Like I really miss reading fics/ x readers that start from scratch. Meeting the characters, initial reactions getting to know them, the tension the jealousy the TENSION the freaking tension.
Looking and looking away when they get spotted, touches that feel like they linger but perhaps they didn't and they're both so hot for each other that they think it's wishful thinking. And I don't mean just sweet sunshine romances, darker works can have a buildup too but it seems like so much is just about getting to the smut instead of the psychological aspect.
Does anyone have any ideas for a Halloween (preferably Beatles) fic plsss 🙏🙏 I want to write something for spooky season but the ideas aren't coming sigh
Maybe like, them at a Halloween party or John becoming a vampire. Something weird and spooky 💚 if anyone wants to throw me some ideas I would be delighted
Hello again! Back with another request, whenever it is you have the spare time to make things :)
This is rather detailed—I hope it isn't too much! Could I perhaps request some patchwork themed dividers—including simple line dividers that look like stitched seams? I do have some preferred colors, but again, no pressure to make these!
#A2462F (red? red-orange?)
#C16F19 (shade of orange, looks yellowish compared to the darker orange below)
#9A491C (darker orange/brown)
#4F543E (dark green)
#3D4E58 (blue-grey)
Basically, a dark, muted rainbow; feel free to include others if you'd like! This is honestly more of me throwing an idea at you, haha.
No worries if this is too tasking/overwhelming! Everything you've made is so very appreciated (and so visually appealing)! 🤎 Take care, and thank you again for the things you've made :)
hello! so happy you like them, thank you! 💖 I loved the patchwork idea and used the codes you suggested, how are these? I did a mix of stitches and patterns for you!
Does anyone have any ideas for a Halloween (preferably Beatles) fic plsss 🙏🙏 I want to write something for spooky season but the ideas aren't coming sigh
Maybe like, them at a Halloween party or John becoming a vampire. Something weird and spooky 💚 if anyone wants to throw me some ideas I would be delighted
Summary: Spike becomes enamored with a mysterious witch he meets at a bar, and, thoroughly obsessed, he begins stalking them, desperate to convince them to have his heart.
Notes/tags: This is turning out to be an extremely slow burn, almost a spike/buffy esque dynamic.
part one. part two (you are here). part three. --
Spike had found himself beside a tree somewhere outside your apartment, -- just, sort of, lingering like the darkness that engulfed him in the night. He wasn't sure what had driven him to follow you that night. It was a feeling, something like instinct that forced his legs to bring himself closer to you, a need that he didn't yet understand, almost like his body knew how it felt about you long before his mind could catch up.
It was only a small interaction that the two of you had-- and yet he found himself enthralled with you, legs dragging him to you. A sensation something like yearning filling him starting from the chest, then attacking his whole mind, driving him insane with the insatiable need for
That was it, Spike was entranced. The only possible reason he could think of for yearning on this level was that either you might had put a spell on him or that he had just fallen far faster, far harder than he normally would.
It had been days later when he began wandering the streets in search of you, just a hint, a taste of the mysterious presence you had given him before.
to his surprise, he didn't have to look that hard or wait that long. Perhaps it was because Sunnydale was such a small town, but finding you again came oddly naturally to him.
Or maybe it was only because he lived in the middle of one of the many Cemeteries in the small town and that you happened to be in a cemetery the very next night.
Normally, you weren't one to hunt vampires-- you enjoyed keeping to yourself and only really wanted to use your witchcraft in small amounts for minor, harmless things. Above all else, you really just hated to meddle with things.
But lately, it had gotten bad. Bad as in, new group of vampires that had the audacity to mess with products in your magic shop. So bad that you now found yourself sitting cross legged in a local cemetery, casting a spell to repel the vampires of the area from you. Little did you know, there was one vampire who wouldn't be repelled. No matter what you did.
You sat there, reciting the incantation that was sure to push vampires away from you. As you spoke the words with a precise tongue, your mind wandered back to the strange vampire you had met not long before.
He marched up to you, coming to a stop behind you, yet couldn't find it in him to speak. He felt oddly anxious, oddly . . .human.
you hop up to your feet, turning to face him in one harsh motion, your brow furrowed in confusion. "Spike?" you had remembered his name.
"Blimey, those are some. . tools you've got there." he pointed his cigarette at the circle you stood in the middle of, trying to appear casual as if he wasn't rolling over in his crypt at the thought of only one more glance at you
You glance down, then nod in response. "its all for my shop. Sort of a keep-away spell."
"Pesky vampires-- no offense -- keep on messing with my inventory" you add with a small wave towards the materials at your feet.
"you've got a shop?" he squinted, though you saw the faintest smile on his lips-- he was almost impressed. You seemed so. . .together. Perhaps you and your togetherness could patch him up, make it so that he was more than the turbulent scraps of the long gone man he had once been.
"would you let me in?" he questioned, and it seemed strange, how intimate the question felt contrasting how little he knew you. It felt like he was asking for more than your shop, for more than acquaintances.
"I don't meddle" it sounded like pleading. "well, not without reason" He tapped the butt of his cigarette against a nearby tree
"promise."
You roll your eyes "sure." you say, crossing your arms over your chest "That doesn't give you any reason to want to be in my shop. You're a vampire. That's automatic reason for suspicion."
he sauntered around the small circle that seemed to be guarding you from him like an animal assessing its prey. "really, love. I won't hurt a fly. . .or an eye of newt." he insisted, pointing the burnt out butt at you like it could persuade you more
you let out a heavy sigh, one that exhaled all your prior exhaustion with him and other vampires "spike, no."
"I'm standing by that. I don't need more disturbances like I've been having" you complain. You'd grown to assume that young vampires picked on you because the workers in magic shops were some of the only people guaranteed to recognize them immediately. Easy targets, and just as easily annoyed by their antics.
Well, that, and magic shops tended to carry all manner of spells that might come in handy to a young vamp-- and if they didn't, they would have blood or where to find a place that did have some.
you were seriously going to avoid him like that? Spike wasn't sure why but he just couldn't have that, he wouldn't; and for some reason, the thought of you grouping him with common, meddlesome vampires pissed him right off. He didn't know you, not really. So why would it frustrate him to such an extent?
He didn't need to know, he decided. he would act on his newfound need.
The night had passed, and had only left you confused and Spike tense, unsure of where his sudden anger and possible jealousy had come from.
Now another day dawned and you gathered your things to set up your shop.
You hadn't been halfway through locking up the shop when you heard a rattling from outside the window-- something soft and faint. Almost reminiscent of boots scraping against concrete.
you blink, you had almost half expected to see him. But when you actually did, and your eyes met, you swore you could feel your heart skip a beat from something that wasn't just sheer frustration.
You pushed the door open, letting the cold night air hit the inside of the shop and acknowledging his presence finally. You keep a serious look in your eyes, unsure of why that felt as forced as it did.
"See? No meddling?" He looked almost proud of himself, half smile on his face as he held his arms out like he was waiting for you to praise him for his good behavior. You did not.
You shook your head, letting out a heavy sigh, the kind that felt like it had been building up all day long and been waiting to get let out. "Spike, you've only been standing outside the shop. Not sure that constitutes as non-meddling." You shrug your coat on from the hanger at the door and push your way past him and into the night air.
"That's only according to you." he interjected, following behind you like a miserable lost animal as you left the magic shop behind.
he followed you past the rows of adjacent shops, past the cemetery he usually hung around in, and across the street from the local school. it was under a lampost almost a block away that you turned around to face him, looking about as frustrated as you could have.
"Spike." you said it firmly, like you thought with only the sound of his name, you could repel him. But he stood there still, fresh cigarette in hand like he didn't need the healthy lungs in his already dead body. "y/n" was all he said back, clearly teasing you, which he probably thought was charming, and it might have been, maybe if he hadn't stalked you home after work. maybe.
you let out another huff, frustrated with his persistence. what did he even hope to accomplish with this. "Why are you following me?" you asked. It was one question of many on your mind.
"That's the question" He nods. you nearly didn't hear him-- unable to focus on anything but how the lamplight hit his features, making his pale form look warm and almost. . .human. you snapped out of it quick when he said "I want you to let me in" that same phrase. When you returned his statement with a confused look, he added "into that sickly, cozy little shop. Where else?" clearly only trying to push your buttons.
you shook your head. despite your better judgement you kept on walking, allowing him to trail behind.
It wasn't much farther to walk until you stopped, finally meeting your destination.
You turned around, he was oddly insistent. "this is where we part" He blinked, realizing that you stood outside what was probably your apartment building. "And no, you can't come in"
He wanted to protest. To say something to convince you to let him in but he knew deep down that this, whatever this was, wasn't something he could rush blindly into. It was a mystery to him why he felt so drawn to you but one thing was for sure-- he couldn't have you leave before he had the chance to find out.
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You pushed your way into your apartment, running a hand through your hair like it would wipe the vampire out of your mind. You nearly threw your things down, not even bothering to hang your coat by the hook.
As you laid your head on the almost too cold pillow, your mind wandered back to Spike. It was instant-- like your brain had been waiting for one spare moment, just so it could think of him. And boy, did it think of him. of the smoky scent that he seemed to carry with him everywhere, of the effortless way he spoke, accent tinged to evry word.
you tossed. you turned.
It felt almost parasitic. Like he had already latched on and now you couldn't get him out-- not out of your thoughts, not out of your every moment.
So as you closed your eyes and sleep took you over that night, the only thought that grasped your mind was him. His nagging presence and the knowledge that he would definitely be back.
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Hii can I please request jealous Faith Lehane x fem reader smut ? 💗 Maybe Spike flirts with reader as a joke or Willow and reader are hanging out too much so Faith gets jealous
Thank u so much for the request! :) It was so fun to write, and I sprinkled a bit of angst in there I hope that's okay.
summary: after finding that her partner's been spending too much time with willow, Faith sees what can be done about it.
⚠: smut, fingering, my first time writing for faith, oral, not much aftercare, reader goes to sunnydale (high) but is of age (obvi), overstimulation, maybe praise kink if u squint
You were a simple person, you had a simple routine. You would attend sunnydale high during the day and after school you would walk home without many worries-- free of them even in the dangerous town of Sunnydale, California because of the simple fact that you spent your nights fighting supernatural forces alongside the scooby gang. How much danger could you really be in when you now had not only one, but now two slayers protecting the town? Not to mention how one of those slayers had recently captured your heart; the intense and still very new relationship you had with faith was developing quicker than either of you had expected.
It was something built upon not only trust-- something she had been intensely unfamiliar with for a very long time, and so, so much adoration and attraction on both of your parts. It had started slow, with you instantly becoming the main target of her flirting, which, for Faith, might not even mean all that much. though it would wind up with the both of you failing to realize your feelings until it was nearly too late.
It was hard enough for her to give into her own emotions and date you, admitting her own mushy feelings; but she could scarcely imagine the insecurity that would come with being so vulnerable.
Lately, Willow had been teaching you the ins and outs of wicca, hoping that you could both grow into better magic users by learning together. While you wanted to at least gain a better understanding of it, even if you didn't become a witch yourself.
In spite of yourself, you found that you were really enjoying witchcraft, growing closer to Willow, though it was happening, wasn't anywhere on your mind. Your focus was much more drawn to the scent of the herbs that filled your nose when you would cast certain spells, the power that came with controlling something like magic, and the sense of freedom that it gave you, something unique that you could get from nothing else.
Willow, of course, enjoyed her time with you and loved having someone she could bounce new magic ideas off of. She loved sharing her magic books with you, trading supplies for spells, and spending hours teaching each other something she held so close to her own heart. Having a friend that was getting just as interested in connecting with such forces as she was changed the game entirely, and, having Oz, it goes without saying that romance was the last thing on her mind when it came to you.
But from Faith's perspective? things had been getting worse. Much worse.
Soft, sickly sweet, bubbly and pink. . .Willow. She couldn't help what she didn't know was fear creeping into her mind. what if you preferred something, no, someone like that? could you leave her turbulence for something gentle? For Willow?
And so it continued to eat at her, day after day-- when you would follow willow out of the school, linger near her during the gang's meetings or even spare her a friendly wave. It made Faith's stomach churn with something that she couldn't yet place. There was one thing she knew for sure: she needed to fix this.
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You didn't even make it all the way home that day. And how could she have let you?
She stopped you halfway through your daily walk-- trapped you in some quiet park in the middle of Sunnydale that she knew you had to pass though. The silence that gathered between both of you was heated, charged and awkward. You had no idea why she had stopped you without sparing you a single word.
--that was until she spoke up, and when she did it came out about as uncomfortably as you would expect a young woman seething with jealousy she didn't have the emotional strength to comprehend would sound.
"come home with me" she demanded, voice nearly a whisper
You blinked once, long slow and extremely confused. "I have homework" you decided to say, too alarmed by the way she was acting to manage anything else.
"Crash at my place. damn school. you've got me, don't you?" It was a question, though it came out like a challenge, like she was calling you out, and she definitely felt like she was.
You sighed, confused "Faith, are you feeling alright?"
"Five by five, baby"
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You arrived at her apartment, the walk feeling much longer than it should have with the silence that seemed as though it swallowed you both whole
The apartment was exactly as you remembered it from the few times you had been over-- only her bed was a wreck and there were clothes strewn across the floor-- which, for Faith, wasn't exactly something to raise concerns. "Faith, what's gotten into y--"
she hardly let you get a word in before her lips hit yours, hard. you whimpered from the contact as her hands came to either side of your face, almost holding you in place for her. "Nothing." she pulled away for air, only slightly so you could feel her breathing out the words on your own lips "but I'm about to get into you" she teased, biting her bottom lip as she leaned in again, the same ferocity as before taking hold of her motions.
tilting your head up towards her, her lips dragging sloppy kisses from your lips down to your collarbone, her teeth catching on the sensitive skin on your jawline, then neck. She kept one hand on your cheek as she guided your body down onto the bed, her other hand locked around your hip.
Faith pushed you down until she had you lying back, her body hovering over yours and her voice guttural "mine" she gasped, teeth sinking into your skin in a way that had you lightheaded, your heart pounding against hers "all mine" she growled, sinking down until she was right between your legs, holding both of them up. She leaned forward in one motion, hands grazing your thighs, threatening to touch your heat. even in this position, she couldn't hold herself back much longer, the need to have you becoming all consuming. Faith hovered over the one part you needed her to touch you, trailing bites up the inside of your thigh until you ached with desire.
she nearly ripped whatever fabric covered your cunt out of her way, closing in on you like an animal would it's prey when she lowered her lips to you, tongue lapping through your folds, pressing into your clit and running circles round it until it became like torture, your legs quivering even as she held them in place, her nails digging into your plush skin.
"fuck!" she moaned out "you taste so good" she licked circles round your hole before her tongue sank into you fully this time, moving inside of you until she had you clenched around her tongue, her head buried into you and her mouth moving frantically like her life depended on your pleasure. drinking in your release as you came undone on her tongue.
Slowly, She moved up the bed, crawling up your body until her lips met yours in another rough kiss, her tongue tangling with yours. She brought one hand on your face, giving her better access to your lips. she let her other hand slink down your body, squeezing your tits, pausing to take your nipple between her fingertips, eliciting a low whimper from you when she tugged harshly on it. She planted a teasing kiss to your sore nipple before dragging her touch down to your stomach, tracing lines along your body until her touch met your still aching and sensitive cunt.
Still pressing kisses to your lips, she ran her fingers along your folds, pressing you closer in spite of how you were still coming down from your last orgasm. She, of course, noticed how you shivered at her touch, nearly overwhelmed at the thought of coming again. "One more for me, yeah baby?" She insisted, moving a finger to rub circles round your clit until you got lightheaded and dizzy with need for her. You moaned out her name but that only seemed to encourage her to do more, as she sunk her fingers into your tightness, thrusting them into you.
You but your lip, trying hard not to cry out as your breath got more ragged and you whimpered her name through clenched teeth. "Faith, oh, faith . . Fuck" you murmured, her continued thrusts becoming too overwhelming as her fingers kept a steady pace inside you
"That's it, just a little more" she urged you, voice low and teasing as she guided you through another climax, not stoping her motions as she allowed you to come down from your high. Finally pulling her fingers from you once they were coated with your release. She laid down beside you after licking her fingers clean, her mind still reeling from the pleasure.
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And in minutes it was all over and both of you had stilled, your body still shivering slightly from the stimulation. She rolled over onto the other side of the bed, never making eye contact once you both parted, like even thinking of what she had done, facing it, would ruin her.
you bit your lip. By now, you knew she had been mad with jealousy. And by now, you knew she would never admit that. The newfound silence between you was only filled by your own ragged breathing and hers, the latter of which was more controlled.
"hey" her voice cut through the near silence "you. . .you won't leave me, will you?" The tone her voice took was pained yet harsh and defensive, like she didn't know how to be vulnerable and was just trying for the first time now. You rolled over in the bed, eyes still not meeting hers "Faith--" was all you said, ready to assure her that she was all you needed just before she cut you off.
"You've been hanging around Willow too much." she cleared her throat "You like that ditzy little witch?" she questioned, voice hardening with her suspicion and jealousy
"No. I don't." You moved closer to her, sucking in a breath "of course I don't." you lean up, propping yourself up on your elbows. "Nothing like what I feel for you, Faith." you reached out and put a hand to her cheek, only to be met with the harsh sight of her rolling her eyes to hold back her tears.
"You're everything to me. My entire world" you leaned down, pressing a kiss into her cheek.
"yeah? You're cheesy as fuck" She mumbles, laughing under her breath and choking back a tear or two that she tried so desperately to hold in.
Buffy characters finding out you're Aromantic -- ✿
Or: coming out to the buffy cast and how they would react
A/N: I don't know if this is something anyone would read. I'm gonna be projecting a lot w this since there isn't much buffy related content that's about aro/aces. Tumblr deleted one of my drafts so some bits are rushed <3
Buffy
Would be surprisingly accepting. I don't think that Buff would bat an eye, actually.
Definitely the kind of friend to defend you without question-- steering you away from romantic topics like she was protecting you from a new big bad or telling people off for flirting with you.
Willow
Loving, accepting! Of course. But, just, confused. Coming out to her will come with a flood of questions-- most well thought out and polite, but some occasionally rude.
She knows from her own experiences in being gay how uncomfortable it is to have to explain to people something that comes so naturally to you. So there would be an amount of understanding, but misunderstanding that would come with it. Willow values deep connection, (mostly romantic) more than most things in her life. Part of her wouldn't be able to fully fathom you living without that.
Tara
The most kind and compassionate listener you could hope for. She definitely already knows the ins and outs of aromanticism, but won't stop you for a second if you start explaining it to her. She wants more than anything to listen to and understand you.
She gets why you feel the way you do, even if she might not experience the same thing. Quite kind and (I think) she would be more than open to a qpr or anything platonic, even if she initially wanted you in a romantic way.
Anya
She would be confused at first, of course.
If you don't understand romance, Anya could relate to you in that regard. She doesn't really get many human rituals, but, simultaneously, has seen so many bad partners being a vengeance demon, she would agree with you if you disliked dating. In understanding what your identity is all about, she might even find that shes a little similar.
Xander
Confusion.
Much less judgement than most would think (hi Xander Harris haters) he very much has a "you do you" attitude. Though he would definitely make oddly timed jokes about you. Someone brings up romance? He'll randomly chime in with something like "count them out!"
Cordelia
Less confused, more sweet.
It's in her nature to be extremely blunt, so of course she would ask questions that might be intrusive or weird. I think if she were interested in you romantically, she would be extremely accepting-- maybe going about a closer friendship in an awkward way, but would love you all the same. About a week after you come out to her, she would pull you aside in the hall or in class (buffy era cordi) and would say she has something urgent to tell you, just to suggest outfits in your flag colors that suit you.
Giles
Treats it like a more serious matter than it really is-- sits you down with a cup of tea and listens with the most patience you've ever seen.
He would be the most accepting. He wouldn't question whether you knew this about yourself, and would simply accept easily that it was a part of you. There would, of course, be questions, but none that could possibly come off as misinformed or rude in any way.
He's very much a listener and a learner. The type of fella to call you a week later and tell you all about the amazing book he read on aromanticism and amatonormativity.
Spike
One word-- Baffled.
He doesn't understand it, he likely won't understand it. Deep down, he is a romantic, and he always will be. The thought that someone could simply lack that is confusing to him.
Other than that, he wouldn't mind or care-- even if you were part of the Scoobies. What you do or don't do is none of his business and he can't be bothered.
However, if he was interested in you and you came out to him, it would go much differently. There would still be shock. Moreso, actually. But he would try, he would try so hard
Faith
She doesn't get it, and wouldn't care. Whether you feel romantic attraction really doesn't matter to her, as she's usually focused on her own goals.
If she had been genuinely interested in you (romantically) she might deal with this by avoiding you for a week or two, hoping that either her feelings would go away or you would, whichever came first.
Riley
The type of guy to give you a firm pat on the back and say something like "different strokes for different folks" then just walk away and never mention it again. This would apply to coming out to him as just about anything.
He's completely unbiased when it comes to things like this and truly just doesn't mind at all
Angel
He would nod, understanding much more than one might expect him to. He would sit down with you, telling you of how he understands, to a degree, feeling distant from the rest of the world, knowing how romance can feel foreign.
