#hmm how do i feel about this header

[3rachaslut]

kinks i think skz would have (part 3)

SKZXFEM READER

cw: smut obviously (MINORS DNI) the tw’s are kinda obvious with the sub header but read at your own discretion babies 🤍

a/n: not proofread sorry for any mistakes. also i’m so happy to be writing again! lets be delulu together xox

part 1, part 2

bangchan; hair pulling

oh my lord this man is relentless,

he’d be grabbing fistfuls of your hair and yanking your head up to look at him when you’re on your knees underneath him

“you look so pretty on your knees for me doll”

will literally snatch your hair as he’s fucking you in missionary and growl like an ANIMAL down your ear as he’s so deep in your pussy

“f- fuck baby, ah- feel so good around my cock”

the way your mouth drops open at the sting on your scalp as you stare up at him with mascara down your face from him deep-throating you omg you look devine babygirl!

“don’t cry angel you’re doing such a good job for me” *continues to FACE FUCK you*

lee know; edging/ overstim

we all knew this one was coming

you best believe lee know would make you BEG for him to let you come every. single. time. without fail. you would be a whimpering, sobbing mess

“if you want to cum, what do you say baby? … hmm i don’t think think you want it that much” GOD

he would be holding the vibrator to your clit for ages! smirking at your face contorting as the pleasure just builds and builds in your pussy.

“such a good girl for daddy hmm?” HELP (i am simply a dog)

“that’s it, keep begging sweetheart” AHH

and when he does let you come oh. god. he would make you orgasm over and over again until you’re crying! your pussy would be so red and swollen afterwards and he lovessss to see it

“no no doll, you begged me to come so take it like a good girl”

changbin; pussy slapping

hear me out-

so, changbin would be on top of you fully clothed whilst you’re bare naked underneath him and even the sight of you alone is enough to have his cock digging into you from his pants

he’s the type to play with your clit until you’re mewling but would SLAPPP your pussy once he hears you beg to go faster

“you don’t tell me when to do with your pussy darling”

the way he would smirk slyly as your body jolts up and your legs shake in surprise at the sudden impact o.m.g!

each slap would have you groaning from your whole chest as he continues slapping your sensitive clit again and again and he would even have the AUDACITY to chuckle down your ear at your reactions

“you’ll get my cock soon enough baby, don’t worry”

hyunjin; praise kink

i feel like this one being on the list was inevitable. hyunjin and praise kink just go hand in hand

the way he would trace your entire body with his hands leaving kisses on your exposed skin with his eyes full of adoration i’m CRYING

“you’re actually ethereal y/n..”

each time he would kiss the inside of your thighs, he would look up at you with your head thrown back in bliss and smile lovingly at the sight of you enjoying yourself. (all he cares about is your pleasure i SWEAR)

“that feel nice baby?” um YES

none. stop. compliments of how beautiful your body is and how he’s the luckiest man in the world

lots of make out sessions because trust me, this man is drunk on you!

“so fucking beautiful”

han jisung; marking

because han AINT SHARING

the thought of anyone else looking at you has han feeling the need to mark you as his own. you’re his and he’s yours. done!

seriously bestie, the amount of hickeys he gives you is crazyyyy! but would absolutely kiss each one after making them

“my gorgeous girl, aren’t you? only mine” the POSSESSIVENESS i love urgh

the way he would have you moaning underneath him as he sucks on your neck again and again and the way you would sound so sexy he would be lowkey going feral for you.

“fuck baby, i love you so much”

felix; pain play

because, in my opinion, felix can’t contain his dom side around you…

as in he would be shoving his fingers down your throat whilst pinching and twisting your nipples just to hear your choked moans whilst you writhe under him

and the way he would chuckle smugly af at the state he would put you in every time. (his deep laugh has me on the floor)

“is it hurting baby? aww… good”

SLAPPING. EVERYWHERE.

the lasting bruises of his hands all over your thighs and ass for dayssss

the way he would nip his teeth against your clit just to see you jump and buck up into his face when you feel a sharp sting onfbsjsn

*deep voice* “good girl” — AHHHH i’m sat!!

seungmin; objectification & humiliation

this one is my personal fave… stay with me !!…

i know for sure that seungmin is a super soft lover but you can’t tell me this man doesn’t respectfully disrespect you to the point of orgasm !

the way he would tease your clit forever just to look into your desperate af eyes and laugh at you for being “such a needy fucking puppy yeah?” and the way he would call you a whore and slap you in the face afterwards IM WET

“can’t speak now pup? aww are you so dumb on my cock that you’ve turned into nothing but a doll for me to fuck? yeahhh…”

and the way he would choke you until your eyes roll back in bliss just to laugh at how pliant you are O.M.G

the aftercare though! he would give you so so many face kisses and cuddle you so tightly only to do the exact same thing the night after

jeongin; Msub

look, i’m constantly torn between wanting innie to rail me and wanting to corrupt him but this oneeee…

WHINEY JEONGIN.

when i tell you the whimpers this man lets out whilst you tease the top of his cock is heavenly, i mean dangerously

“y/n- mistress! please!” oh my

his eyes would be focused on YOU, never taking his eyes off his beautiful girl

so much begging and pleading and the way he would moan even louder in desperation when you smirk at him because he knows it gonna be a long night

“i’ll be good! i’ll be so good for you! please y/n!”

the way he would grab your face once he comes down from his high and just kisses you for so long with SO much passion. i will cry

#skz smut #stray kids smut #stray kids x y/n #bang chan smut #leeknow smut #changbin smut #hyunjin smut #han jisung smut #lee felix smut #felix smut #seungmin smut #jeongin smut #stray kids x you #stray kids oneshot #stray kids imagines #skz hard thoughts #skz hard hours

[blessedbucky]

based off my own thot because i saw a lack of tentacles in the satosugu/reader tag and took that personally! (i wanted this posted because the brainrot is real right now so apologies if there are any mistakes!)

pairing: satoru/suguru/reader

word count: 1.3k

warnings: TENTACLES BABY, so...shibari-ish by proxy?, vaginal, oral, anal, this throuple do be a little fucked up but that's just jjk territory, satoru and reader seeing orders to kill suguru on sight and straight up saying "that sign can't stop me because i can't read!", some jealousy, a mention of exhibition, suguru lowkey being a daddy, i think that's everything

my thanks to @firefly-graphics for the header! i'm tickled pink by it!

I hate you!

There’s a hum, but you’re still not looked at. “Why, my dearest, are you looking at me like that? I don’t think it was me that put you in this situation.” Suguru flips to the next page in his book. His face hasn’t shifted once since this all started. He still wears that same blasé expression, as if he couldn’t be bothered with any of this. “If anything, I’m helping my sweet girl by teaching her a lesson.” Your adrenaline spikes when you watch him raise a hand. “You need to have a stronger backbone, dear…”

Just as you feared, Suguru flicks his fingers. The cursed spirit shifts as it’s commanded to, and the inky black tentacles move deeper. You didn’t even think that was possible! You breathe harshly through your nose as the heavy weight of the tentacle pushes further down your throat. You still gag. Tears blur your vision but it’s not enough for you not to see that Suguru is finally watching you.

Then, Suguru smirks. It’s that shitty, smug one. It’s bait, of course. It always is. That smirk is always followed by something said that’s so egregious that it makes you act up. And, sure enough, “You can’t keep letting our darling Satoru have his way.”

You’re letting him have his way right now, Suguru!

“Ooh, I know that look.” Suguru reaches out. You think that this is it! He’s finally going to touch you! Instead, he lovingly pets at his new favorite cursed spirit. “Let me guess—you think it’s only him that I’m indulging, is that it?” He chuckles at the widening of your eyes. “Aw, that’s cute. You really thought I wouldn’t find out about what you two little perverts are watching and getting off to together.”

Stalker, you think at him as if he can read your mind. Though, with how deep in your guts his curses are, you’d think that he’d be able to do that. Creep. Pervert. It’s not like these things bother you. You’re as half-mad as Satoru. Suguru makes you both so fucking stupid, so you two get home to your apartment, feeling Suguru’s residuals, and think it’s romantic. Right now, you’re just on the verge of breaking down because Suguru won’t touch you.

“I don’t like this attitude,” Suguru remarks. “Satoru is usually the bratty one. Look at how good he’s being right now.”

Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit! This is bullshit! The only reason he’s being so good right now is because you fucked him stupid, and you know it!

Satoru started this whole thing and he’s getting the praise now?!

In the middle of keeping your face pinned down against the mattress by the back of your neck and snapping his hips against your ass, that bastard had leaned over your back and started whispering in your ear. Let’s drop in on Suguru, hmm? It had been over three months since either of you had seen him. There was always this…unspoken rule that you and Satoru do not interfere in Suguru’s world. But then Satoru said, I hear he hired some bitch to be his assistant. We should totally fuck somewhere that she’ll find us. C’mon, baby, let’s make him pay attention to us.

Alright, yeah, maybe you do need to grow a backbone.

Though…it was really worth it to see that bitch’s face when she walked into Suguru’s office to find your head hanging over the edge of his desk while Satoru ruthlessly pounded into you. It was made all the better when Suguru slammed open the door about thirty minutes later and snapped at her to leave him alone. No matter how close his little cult followers or family get, he’ll only ever be fake smiles with them. And you’re as much a greedy little hedonist as Satoru is, so it’s nearly orgasmic to know that only you and Satoru can see every side of Geto Suguru.

You don’t quite remember what Satoru said when he mouthed off to Suguru. All you remember is that beatific smile of Suguru’s and his sugary sweet voice when he said, I see. I’ve been neglecting my darlings. Let’s go to my room, shall we? If you wanted to see me so badly, I’ll let you see me as much as you want.

Unlike Satoru, you had some sense left for you to nervously think, I’m in danger! Common sense flew out the window when Suguru slid one of those obscenely big hands of his under his yukata to tug it loose, though. You and Satoru followed after him like bitches in heat.

Let you two see him, Suguru definitely has done. You see each other, too. Satoru is the picture definition of lewd right now. You don’t want to imagine what shape you’re in yourself. You’re mirror images. On your knees, kept in the perfect pose by the one tentacle that’s wrapped around your ankles and wrists. It forces your backs to arch, putting your breasts on full display. A tentacle didn’t waste time before it was wrapping around your tits, too. Satoru got tentacles locking around his chest, squeezing so hard as to bring attention to Satoru’s pecs. Sensitive little Satoru started having the suckers of tentacles pluck at his nipples and the strongest sorcerer of the modern age turned into a whimpering mess.

The strongest sorceress of the modern age lost every thought in her head when all her holes got filled. A tentacle down your throat, one of the bigger ones thrusting inside your pussy, and another carefully pushing inside your ass. No prep. Even with the tentacles lubricated with something almost sweet, it burned. That just makes it better. Rough is the default setting when you three have sex. Gentleness only comes when you’ve all burned out that pent-up aggressive energy.

You and Satoru were okay with it, at first. That tentacle monster bursting onto the scene behind Suguru was like a wet dream come true. Hell, you didn’t even complain when Suguru propped himself up against the headboard with a book. None of you are a stranger to some edging.

Then, you and Satoru were two orgasms in, and the tentacles hadn’t budged. Suguru was making no move to do so, either. It’s become clear that Suguru’s affection is a double-edged sword. Suguru will spoil you and Satoru…and will turn right around and mercilessly abuse that gift to punish you both. Because Suguru knows how tactile you and Satoru are. You two crave touch, especially Suguru’s. To be denied it for so long…

Satoru’s lashes are clumped together from his tears. He’s overstimulated, exhausted, and silently begging Suguru with those shining blue eyes to end his suffering. You get pissy, though. The defiance and anger are meant to goad him because even a rough touch is still a touch.

“Ngh!”

Suguru isn’t falling for any of it. He snaps his fingers and the tentacles that he’d forced to stop moving about ten minutes ago start thrusting inside you. Satoru’s shout is muffled by the tentacle he’s been deepthroating. The tentacles go from zero to a hundred, pumping inside you at a pace that you both relish and aren’t ready for. Your eyes roll in the back of your head. Just before you come so hard that you’re convulsing and liquid gushes from your pussy, you feel the splatter of Satoru’s hot come across your thighs.

“Alright. No more playing.” Suguru gets on his knees, shuffling forward. He shoves his pants down in one fluid movement, his thick, massive cock slapping against his abdomen. He grips the base of it, holding it out in Satoru and your direct lines of sight. “Suck me off.” The tentacles in both your mouths slips away, leaving you and Satoru drooling and panting. “If you two can work together and make this real good for me, I’ll come in all your holes. How’s that sound, my loves?”

#my fic #jjk smut #satosugu #satosugu x reader #satosugu smut #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #gojo smut #geto smut #jjk x reader #anime #reader insert #gojo satoru #geto suguru #jjk fanfic #tentacles #!!!!!!!

[ferrarrigirl]

Traditions Don’t Make it Easier

Pairing: Lando Norris x reader

Summary: just a fluff filled blurb came to mind about Lando having to leave for a triple header

“Can you grab the blankets too,” you yelled to Lando as he went to grab the wine, hoping he heard. You continue cooking the sauce and stirring the boiling pasta when you feel two hands snake around your waist and curly locks brush your ear. He settles his head on your shoulder and turns to kiss your cheek, “Got them. Anything else I can help with babe?”.

“Hmm” you lean back into his touch, letting yourself enjoy his warmth for a few minutes. “Alright, as much as I love the cuddles, could you set the table?”

“Ofcourse baby,” He pops another kiss to your cheek and gets to work. You strain the pasta, mix it in with the creamy tomato sauce and get it plated. You put the finishing touches to the salad and grabbed the garlic bread out the oven.

“Everything looks amazing omg” Lando’s eyes lit up seeing everything done. “It does, doesn’t it,” you do a little hand clap, excited that you both didn’t burn the house down this time. You each grab the bowls and move it to the patio.

“Aw Lan, it looks beautiful, thank you,” you settle into your seat while admiring the table beautifully set with lit candles and flowers. He leans down placing a kiss to the top of your head, “It’s the least I could do love.” You both start working through the meal while talking about what the next month is going to look like. “I’m excited for the triple header, the car’s been really good and I know it’ll work well at COTA but it’ll be exciting to see how we do in Mexico and Brazil.”

You admire the way he talks, sounds so much happier compared to the start of the year. “I’m excited for you babe, I’ll be cheering you on from here,” You give him a soft smile. Because you really are, It been 4 long years without getting the results he deserved, and now is his moment to shine. You just wish you could be there with him. He notices the slight tears in your eyes and reaches for your hand, “I know baby, thank you, and anytime anything changes, you tell me and I’m getting you on the next flight out.” You laugh at his cheeky ways, and he sends you his signature smirk while giving your hand a reassuring squeeze, “Now tell me what your gonna be up to while I’m gone.”

“Ugh Lan I don’t want to think about that right now”.

“Cmon babe I can feel the stress oozing out of you and you know you’ll feel better.”

“Fine,” you playfully roll your eyes, “just gonna have school 4 days of the week, I have 2 midterms and 3 assignments due all within the same week, and a group project the week after. Such a fun few weeks ahead,” you give him a sarcastic smile.

‘Well you’ve already been working on the assignments right and you’ll have a few days to finish those up, and then you can just focus on exams.”

You look up from your food with raised eyebrows and point your fork at him, “You actually listen”

He snorts at your comment, “I have to listen so I can talk you down when your stressed.” You giggle back, knowing he’s 100% right. You both finish up your meals, making more small talk and just enjoying each other’s presence.

You bring your dishes in, and while Lando gets the movie picked, you grab the wine bottle and glasses and bring it over to him. He lifts the blankets, “C’mere” and you jump into his lap making an “Umph” leave his mouth, followed by a laugh. You cuddle into his chest, squeezing your arms around him and try focusing on the TV.

You just can’t help your brain go to how tough the next few weeks are going to be. You should be used to him going by now and yeah you get to go along for some races. You even just had summer break and took time off school to be with him the whole time. But the more its getting into the year its harder to see him leave. And this is why you started this tradition. Dinner drinks movie night and cuddles. The day before he goes is saved just for you two, to be with each other but it doesn’t make it any easier. You feel your eyes tearing again and start blinking them away rapidly. It will just make him feel bad and you want to be supportive. But before you can get away with it, he feels your fluttering lashes on his chest. Taking your chin into his thumb and forefinger he pulls your chin up to get a good look of your red eyes, and his gaze softens. “Hey hey hey what’s going on?”

That set you off, the way he held your chin and looked deep in your eyes, it was too much. You turn in his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck squeezing him tight. You push your face into the crook of his shoulder and just let the tears fall, release everything you’ve been holding in. He knows you just need a minute so he rubs your back up and down, whispering sweet sayings into your ear. Once he notices no more tearing falling onto his shoulder, he slowly speaks up, “Baby please talk to me.”

You slowly push yourself away from your hiding spot, and see the concern in his eyes. He moves one hand to cup your cheek, using his thumb to clear your tears. “I know its never easy when I go but you’re never this emotional love, is there something going on?”

“It’s just hard Lan. I- I want to be there to support you. I wanna be there cheering for you.” You take a deep breath and he lets you take your time, still rubbing your back. You take a deep breath, preparing yourself for the word vomit you feel coming.

“I don’t want you to go. I don’t want to be here alone, I’m gonna be so stressed these next weeks and I won’t have you here and I can’t tell you because then you feel bad and you shouldn’t feel bad because its your job and passion. And I should be there for you, supporting you and cheering for you and I’m not.” All of this brings the tears back and you lean forward again into the comfort of his shoulder. He wraps his arms around you holding you close, taken aback by everything you said, he takes a second before replying.

“Oh bub, you can always tell me what’s going on. I’m here for you, I won’t feel bad and you shouldn’t either for wanting me here.” He pulls you back again, placing a quick kiss to your forehead. “I know it’ll be hard but it’ll go by quick. You’ll be busy with school, and you’ll do great because won’t have me here to distract you.”

“But I like when you distract me,” you quickly cut him off.

“I know baby, I know. How about you come with me this week? And for Brazil week.”

You shake your head, “It won’t work.”

“It can. I’m leaving a week earlier for COTA so I’ll be busy with media in the day. You can stay in the hotel, and do what you need to do. You can leave Sunday in time for school, and then be back for Brazil.”

“But what about my group project?”

“You can call them to discuss, you don’t need to be there that week.”

You bite your lip, contemplating all this he dropped on you. “You need a minute to think about it, don’t you?” You give him a weak smile and nod. “Well we got all night, get comfy again,” he pops another kiss to the top of your head.

You cuddle into his chest again, watching the movie and running his idea over in your head. It could work you thought, the flying might be annoying but it would be worth it. You wear yourself out weighing up the pros and cons and feel your eyes getting heavy. You snuggle into Lando more. He gets the hint and picks you up, leading you to bed. He plops you under the covers and tries to let go to go to the washroom but you tighten your grip around him. “Lan.”

“Yes bub”

“I’ll come with you.”

You see his face light up through your sleepy eyes, and you see him lean down to place a soft sweet kiss on your lips. Followed by a few kisses all over your face. “I can’t wait to have you there with me, it’ll be perfect. Now go to sleep, I’ll come join you in a few mins.” And that was all you needed to drift into a deep sleep.

He heads out to the kitchen, does the dishes, packs the leftovers, cleans up the couch space and patio. He rolls your suitcase from the guest room to yours and packs the essentials he knows you like to take, leaving the clothes for you to decide tomorrow. Stripping off his shirt into the laundry hamper, he gets into bed, pulls you close into him and falls asleep holding you, with a wide smile on his face, knowing he will get to do this for a few more days while you come with him.

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 #formula 1 #lando norris #ln4 #lando x reader

[cameronspecial]

Insomnia Worries

Pairing: Dad!Drew Starkey x Reader

Warnings: Worries about Being A Parent

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.6K

Summary: An empty bed isn't anything new to Y/N, but the reasoning is new to Drew.

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Y/N wakes up with the baby’s foot pressing on her bladder. She rolls to see if her husband is still in bed. She isn’t surprised to see his side empty because his insomnia normally keeps him up, but this feels different. Her body waddles to the bathroom and her legs shake as she squats on the toilet. Once she’s done relieving herself, she searches for her husband. She finds him in the study with only the lamp near the sofa chair illuminating the room. Her butt rests against the armrests and she rubs his back as his eyes remain on the pages of the book he is reading. She reads the header to find he is reading one of the many baby books they have bought. “What are you doing reading that so late, my love?” she whispers, kissing the start of his hairline. He looks at her with a tired look, “I was scrolling through Instagram and I saw something about newborns that freaked me out so I had to read the book to check.” “Is that really what you are worried about? Because you know we aren’t going to know everything about parenting,” she hmms. 

He sighs, “No, I guess I was up in the first place because I was scared that I wouldn’t make a good father.” Y/N’s eyebrows meet in the middle and she shakes her head. “Why would you think that?” He shrugs, pulling her into his lap so he can place his head on her neck, “Because I can barely take care of myself, so how am I supposed to look after another human being? I can’t get myself to sleep. What if I can’t get the baby to sleep?” One of her arms wraps around his neck and she plays with the hair at the nape of his neck. She kisses his cheek, “You may not be great at taking care of yourself, but that’s okay. That’s what I am here for. And you are capable of taking care of other people. You take care of me every day.” His gaze softens at the revelation. “When we started dating in high school, you would bring me breakfast every morning. You know I wasn’t great at making myself eat in the morning and you took care of it for me. This afternoon, you helped put on my shoes when we went out. That’s already half of what parenting is.” He chuckles at her over-exaggeration. “I think there is a little more to it. But you are right. We are pretty good at looking after each other,” he agrees. 

She nods, “We do. And remember, you aren’t doing this by yourself. I’ll be by your side the whole time. Now, how about we try to go back to sleep? If we can’t, then we can brainstorm baby names.” Y/N stands from his lap and holds her hand out to him. “Yeah, let’s. Thank you for being here for me, Sweetheart,” he thanks, wrapping his arm around her shoulder as they walk to their bedroom. “You’re welcome, my love.”

Taglist: @winterrrnight @loves0phelia @thelomlisrafecameron @victory-in-the-llama @drewsmusee @starkowswife

#daddy drew #drew starkey #drew starkey x reader #drew starkey series #drew starkey imagine #drew starkey fluff #drew starkey x y/n #drew starkey fanfiction #drew starkey fic #drew starkey one shot #drew starkey oneshot

[imyourbratzdoll]

𝒍𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎

week 5 - day 18 - kinktober - voyeurism, degradation, praising, daddy kink, sharing kink, fingerfucking, facefucking, overstimulation, spanking, breeding kink, dirty talk, oral sex, hair pulling, deep throating, cock and ball worship, aftercare, exhibitionism and teasing - stepdad steve rogers, step-uncle bucky barnes, stepbrother jake jensen and his best friend johnny storm x naive reader.

warning - voyeurism, degradation, praising, daddy kink, sharing kink, fingerfucking, facefucking, overstimulation, spanking, breeding kink, dirty talk, oral sex, hair pulling, deep throating, cock and ball worship, aftercare, exhibitionism and teasing.

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18+ only please, the gifs and headers aren’t mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

Y/n rustles around in the pink designer bags on her bed, pulling out a short cute checkered green dress and deciding that she needs to try it on and show her daddy. She shimmies out of her ‘kiss and eat’ bra and knicker set, not completely understanding the context, but she wasn’t going to say no to her uncle Bucky when he bought them for her.

Y/n slides the smooth dress up her body, feeling giddy at the pretty fabric. She ties the sleeves together and stands in front of the mirror, checking how perfectly the dress fits her. A giant grin forms on her face before she grabs the other bag and rushes out of the room, her giggles filling the house. 

She skids into the room, face beaming as she spots the men. “Bunny, what have I told you about running?” Y/n pouts, looking at her stepfather and bowing her head.

“That I’m not supposed ta do it.” Her doe-like eyes stare at him, still holding the sparkle they had before, “but I got a good reason! I swear, daddy!” She plays with the hem of her pretty new dress, giving him the cutest puppy dog eyes. 

Steve’s brows raise, and the rest of the men hold in their chuckles at how easy he’ll give in, but they don’t blame him. “Hmm, and what’s this reason, bunny? It better be a good one, or you will be punished.” They watch her cheeks turn a rosy pink as her thighs squeeze together at the thought of being punished before the cutest little smile takes place on her face.

“I wanted to show you the dress! It’s so pretty, daddy!” She skips over to him, jumping into his lap as her legs are on either side of his body. Y/n places kisses all over his face and squeezes him, “thank you, daddy! Thank you! I love it. I’mma wear it all the time!” Steve’s hands grip her hips as she continues to pamper him with her love, feeling himself harden as her cunt rubs against his jean-clad bulge.

“It’s a beautiful dress, bunny. You look like a princess, don’t you guys agree?” A chorus of agreement and praise can be heard, Y/n’s cheeks turning a bright pink at the compliments. She hides her face in her stepfather’s neck.

Bucky leans over and looks at the bag she dropped, his brows raised as he becomes curious. “Hey, doll. What’s in that bag?” Y/n whips her head around, looking at her uncle Bucky before looking at the bag lying on the floor. She jumps off Steve’s lap and heads over to the pink bag. Bending over and picking the bag up, she gives all four men a view of her bare cunt. A choking sound can be heard from her left, still bent over. Y/n looks over to her stepbrother.

“You okay, Jakey? Do you need some water?” Her wide eyes stare at him, not noticing how their eyes are glued to her exposed cunt or how their pants seem to tighten. Jake shakes his head, waving for her to continue finding out what’s in the bag. Y/n’s attention moves to the bag, slowly pulling out a pretty short pink dress, causing a squeal to leave her lips.

She stands abruptly, holding the material against her chest and turning to face the men again. “Daddy! You got me the dress I wanted!” Tears fill her eyes as she stares at Steve, her plump lips are pouted and trembling as she tries to stop herself from bursting into tears, and her gaze moves down to the dress. Her hands are feeling the fabric, imagining how pretty she’d look.

“Why don’t you try it on, sugar?” Johnny leans back into the couch, feeling his cock throb from what he just witnessed. “You know, really thank your daddy for spending his money on you.” The other three men nod, wetting their lips as predator-like eyes focus on you. Y/n goes to leave but is stopped, “you should try it on here so that we can see how well it fits from the beginning.” Her eyes look at Johnny, and she nods, agreeing with him.

Y/n places the dress between Steve and Bucky before her dainty hands move up to the sleeves, slowly untying them and watching them fall before the dress follows. The soft material slides down her bare body until it reaches the floor. She steps out of it and bends down to retrieve the cloth. Steve reaches his hand out and takes it for her while their eyes are glued to how her plump breasts bounce before gliding down and settling on her neatly shaved cunt.

Y/n pulls on the second new dress she received, and a soft giggle leaves her lips as it fits perfectly. She twirls around, showing it off to the men in the room and receiving praise. Y/n jumps on top of Steve again, smothering him in kisses and squeezing the life out of him. “Oh, thank you, daddy! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” 

Steve’s heart skips a beat as he realises that her pretty little cunt has been touching him bare this whole time, and the only thing stopping him from feeling her entirely is his stupid jeans. Steve grabs the back of Y/n’s head and brings her face close as he places a soft kiss on her lips. “Your welcome, bunny. Why don’t you spread your pretty legs for me. Daddy just wants to make sure everything looks good.” Y/n slowly spreads her legs, not questioning her stepfather's motives. Stifling a groan when his eyes lock onto her glistening folds, “aww bunny, you’re all wet.”

Y/n pouts, a soft moan falling from her lips as Steve rubs her button. “I–is that a bad thing, daddy?” Steve runs his fingers through her slit before pushing them into her tight entrance, causing her to surge forward and grip his shoulders. “O–oh, daddy, that feels good.” Her hips begin to move against his fingers, loving the new feeling.

“Don’t worry, bunny. It’s not a bad thing, nothing to worry about. It just means we have to take care of your little problem.” Steve groans, thrusting his fingers in and out of his stepdaughter. The other men sit back, feeling their cocks throb at the sight of the sweet little girl being fingered. Steve begins to curl his fingers as he picks up the pace, thrusting them against her sweet spot and watching her back arch. “Your doing so well, bunny. I’m so proud of you.” Y/n leans back, her body falling until she’s flat against his legs. Her small hands grip his shoes as squeals leave her. 

Bucky tilts his head, “that’s an odd position, doll.” A chuckle leaves his lips as she babbles about something, getting lost in the pleasure. Bucky rubs his hand against his bulge, needing to relieve some of the pressure but knowing now isn’t the time. He’ll get his turn. He knows this, and so does every man in the room as they patiently wait for theirs.

Johnny abruptly stands before leaving the room, only mentioning that he had something to do upstairs. Jake follows, knowing the plan and wanting to witness the aftermath, leaving Steve and Bucky with the tiny baby. Steve motions for Bucky to pick Y/n’s upper half up, his fingers moving faster in her tight cunt, the room filled with her sweet moans and juices. Y/n spasms around his fingers, juices squirting out and covering her stepfather. 

Johnny heads up to Y/n’s room with Jake trailing behind him, and he smirks when he spots the cute little bunny she always takes everywhere with her. He grabs the soft teddy and then gets on his knees, chucking the bunny underneath the bed and smirking. His eyes then catch sight of pink before spying the pair of ‘eat’ knickers you usually sleep in. 

Johnny quickly gets up and walks over to where you left them, grabbing the piece of skimpy clothing and bringing it up to his nose. His eyes roll to the back of his head as he takes in your scent before his tongue darts out, sucking the fabric into his mouth and wetting it. Jake eyes him, letting his best friend have this pair as he has a draw full of his own in his room. The two men look at each other and smirk.

The plan was now in motion, and you couldn’t sleep without your little bunny.

Y/n blinks away the cloud in front of her eyes, looking down at all the mess she made. “Oh, daddy! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to!” Her doe-like eyes stare at him, pleading with him. Steve chuckles, his fingers come up to his mouth, and he sucks her cum off them. Bucky stands behind her, grabbing her hair before pulling her head back.

“You sure you didn’t mean it, doll? Because from my end, you looked like a little slut.” Y/n shakes her head, tears brimming her eyes, and her bottom lip juts out. “I know something you can do that’ll make me think you’re a good girl, doll. You don’t want to be a slut, do you?” She continues to shake her head, making grabby hands at her uncle Bucky.

“Don’t wanna! Wanna be a good girl! Please make me a good girl.” Fat tears roll down Y/n’s face, desperately needing to please these men. Steve and Bucky look at each other, smirking before maneuvering her around so that her back is to Steve and her face is facing Bucky’s crotch. The older man with the black and gold metal arm slowly unzips his jeans, taking out his heavy member and tapping the tip against her lips.

“Okay, doll. I’ll make you a good girl. Now lift for your daddy and open your pretty little mouth for uncle Bucky.” His metal fingers grab Y/n’s chin, opening her mouth. He waits for his best friend to get settled, watching her eyes roll to the back of her head as Steve sinks deep inside her before placing his balls inside Y/n’s mouth, instructing her to suck. Bucky groans as Y/n sucks hard on his heavy sacks, licking and tugging them, her big wide eyes staring up at him as she worships him. Bucky quickly takes his balls out of her mouth before pushing his cock inside. Sinking deep until he reaches the back of her throat and groans at the feel of her gagging around him. “That’s a good girl. You’re doing so well, doll. Now suck for me, and maybe later I’ll buy ya some pretty things.”

Y/n’s tongue swirls around the thick member, her plump lips tightening around the base as she begins to suck. Cunt pulsating around Steve’s cock when she hears Bucky groan and pulls her hair, his hips start to thrust into her mouth. Steve lifts his and fucks Y/n from underneath. The soft whimpers that leave her cause his balls to tighten and his pace to pick up.

“Jesus fuck, she’s choking on my cock.” Bucky groans, thrusting harder into her throat. Feeling her constrict around him, he grips her head before cumming. “Fuck, doll. Swallow it all like a good girl.” Bucky slowly pulls his cock out of her mouth, stroking her hair as he whispers how good she did before stepping back and watching Steve flip her until her chest is against the couch and pounds fast into her soft cunt.

“Fuck, bunny. You feel so fucking tight and warm. You’re such a fucking whore for sucking your fucking uncle off and letting your daddy fuck you.” His hand that isn’t pushing you down strikes down onto your ass. Spanking you again and again, your soft cries fill the room, and his thick and long cock pumps in and out of you, the member covered in white cream as he pushes in deep. “Look at this, bunny. You’re enjoying being fucked like a whore. Are you going to cum for me? Let me cum deep inside your little cunt, make you full and pregnant. What do you think your mother would say about that? Huh?” Steve feels your cunt clench around him at the thought and chuckles. “You little slut, you like the thought of being pumped full of my kids.” His face comes close until his mouth is right next to your ear. “Don’t worry, bunny. Daddy likes that idea too.”

His pace picks up, slamming harder into the small woman as she squeals, gripping onto a cushion, and she feels her core clench around his thick cock. “D–daddy, oh– I need, please–” Her eyes roll to the back of her head, her cunt pulsating around her stepfather’s cock before she cums. White cream coats the thick base. Steve grips her hips tight, thrusting his cock deeper inside her before he releases. Filling her to the brim, he slowly pulls out, places soft kisses along her spine and then steps away as Bucky takes his place. 

A gasp leaves Y/n’s lips, her mouth falls open, and her eyes roll to the back of her head as Bucky slides his thick cock deep inside her, pushing Steve’s cum deeper into her womb. His thick bush rubs up against her small button. Bucky grunts, “Jesus fucking Christ, doll. You were just fucked, yet you are still so fucking tight.” His hips snap forward, hands gripping her sides as he pounds into the small woman. “You feel so good, doll. I can’t wait to fill you up and have you carry my babies.” Bucky growls, his metal hand wrapping around Y/n’s hair and pulling, grunting when he feels her cunt clench around his cock.

“U–uncle Bucky! T–too much!” Y/n whines, pushing herself back into him. Feeling her brain go all fuzzy from the intense feelings, drool begins to drip down from her mouth, and she whimpers. A hand comes around and lets her hold it, squeezing it as she blabbers on about something. Bucky picks up his pace, fucking harder into her. Sweat begins to drip down his forehead, and his balls tighten. 

“Okay, doll. Cum for me, c’mon.” Bucky’s flesh hand goes underneath her and begins to rub her little button. He thrusts deep and hits her sweet spot. Causing Y/n’s back to arch, cunt to tightly squeeze his cock and juices to squirt out and cover him. Bucky groans, thrusting into her overstimulated cunt a few more times before burying deep inside her and releasing rope after rope of his warm cum. “Fuck, doll. You definitely deserve something pretty after this.” He continues to ride out both of your orgasms before slowly pulling his softening cock out. 

Y/n’s eyes begin to close, exhaustion catching up to her, and her body begins to relax into the couch. Steve moves close as his best friend steps back and goes to collect a cloth and water. He leans over and brushes the hair out of her face. “You okay, bunny?”

“Sweepy”, Steve lets out a soft chuckle before grabbing the glass of water Bucky hands him while Bucky uses the warm cloth to clean up the little baby. Steve lifts Y/n a bit, causing her to babble and whine.

“It’s okay, bunny. Just need you to drink some water, and we’ll tuck you in, okay?” Y/n nods, taking a few sips of the water placed at her lips before she’s picked up and tucked into the person’s chest. Steve and Bucky take Y/n to her bedroom, putting her underneath the pretty pink princess blanket, not bothering with taking her new dress off as when they tried, she would whack their hands and complain about being sleepy. Once she’s all tucked in and snuggled into the soft blanket, Steve looks for her teddy and looks at Bucky, confused as to where it has gone, before they head out of the room, kissing her forehead gently.

Y/n tosses and turns before lifting her head and looking around her bed for her little bunny, and her brows furrow as she never goes to sleep without Sergeant Bubbles. A whine leaves her lips, fists coming to her eyes and rubbing them before she crawls off her bed and down onto the floor. A flash of white and pink catches her eye, making her look under her bed and spot the fluffy teddy in the middle. She huffs, her upper half crawls under the bed and tries to reach her favourite toy with her tiny arms.

When Y/n has no luck, she tries to wiggle out, and a whimper falls from her plump lips. Fat tears roll down her face as she realises she’s stuck, not noticing the two men walking into the room and smirking. “Aww, bunny baby. Whatcha doing down there?” The sound of her stepbrother’s voice fills her ears, making a smile form on her sad face. Her ass continues to jiggle as she tries to get out. The tiny pink dress she’s still wearing rolls up and gives them a view of her used and puffy cunt, the mix of cum still trickling out of her tiny hole.

“Jakey! I–'m stuck. Please help me!” Her little toes wiggle, not knowing that the two men are moving closer to her vulnerable body. Pants tightened with large bulges on view, and they share dark looks. A squeal leaves Y/n’s lips as ‘Jake’ touches her leg, moving his touch higher up until they are close to her soaking core.

“Well, how’d you get stuck, bunny baby? Shouldn’t you be all tucked in?” Y/n didn’t notice how his voice was further than the figure touching her, and she also didn’t know this was their plan and why they left the room. See, Jake knows she can’t sleep without her bunny, and he knows what Steve and Bucky were going to do. So he and Johnny decided to set this up.

“I–I couldn’t find Sergeant Bubbles… so I went looking, and he’s under here, b–but I couldn’t reach, and now I can’t get out.” Y/n bursts into tears, feeling stressed. A soft, surprised moan leaves her lips as Johnny’s fingers enter her tiny hole. “J–Jakey?” Her small hands grip the carpet, slowly beginning to rock against the thrusts of the fingers inside her.

“What’s wrong, bunny baby? Don’t you like it when Johnny plays with your little hole? He only wants to help.” Jake kneels next to his best friend. His hand comes down and strikes the exposed asscheek, growing harder when he hears her little squeal. They watch her juices leak around Johnny’s fingers, dripping onto the soft pink carpet. “Aww, you’re making a mess. Johnny, clean the dumb baby up.” Jake’s hand rubs the bulge in his pants, and his other hand spanks his young stepsister.

Johnny lies on his stomach, spreading Y/n’s legs open, causing both men to groan at the sight of her glistening folds. He quickly dives forward, tongue lapping at the sweet nectar coming out of her, lips wrapping around her clit and sucking. His fingers continue to thrust inside her cunt as he focuses on her little button. Johnny pulls back slightly. “Fuck, sugar, you taste like candy.” He dives back in, nails digging into her thigh as he tries to get deeper into her sweet cunt, needing more– hungry for more. Johnny takes his fingers out, sucking them clean before replacing them with his tongue, sucking her juices into his awaiting mouth. Pumping the wet muscle in and out of her, hitting her sweet spot before feeling Y/n’s walls tighten around him, Johnny continues until he feels Y/n release, her juices covering his face.

Johnny pulls away, groaning, when he licks the remaining juices off of his lips. He stands, looking toward Jake and nodding, grabbing hold of the bed. He lifts it, letting Jake grab Y/n and Sergeant Bubbles before placing it back down again. “Jakey, can I sleep now?” Her doe-like eyes stare at her older stepbrother, feeling herself clench around nothing as he lays her down. Jake nods. He and Johnny crawl next to her in bed.

“Of course, bunny baby. Johnny and I are just going to play with you for a bit if that’s alright?” She nods, eyes closing. Both men slowly take out their throbbing members, turning the sleepy woman on her side. Jake lifts her leg and places it on his hip, smiling softly at her tired babbles before a soft whimper leaves her lips when he pushes his hardened member into her soaking cunt. “It’s okay. Just relax for us, bunny baby.” As he says this, Johnny grips her hip and gently pushes his thick cock into her cunt alongside Jake. Y/n’s brows furrow, feeling pain shoot up her body. Her tiny hands grip the small bunny between them, holding him close as both men begin to push in and out slowly.

Once Y/n’s body relaxes, opening up around their cocks. Little pleased whimpers leave her plump lips. Jake thrusts in while Johnny pulls out. They repeat the pattern, quickly picking up their pace and hitting her spot. Johnny reaches around and begins to rub Y/n’s swollen button. Jake and Johnny groan at how tight she is. The feel of her walls fluttering around them felt like heaven. They both grip wherever they can on the sleeping woman, pounding harder and faster into her soft cunt.

“That’s a good girl. You’re taking us so well. We can’t wait till your round with both our kids, bunny baby.” Jake whispers, kissing your neck and groans at the feel of you clenching down on them. They pick up their pace, pushing you against each other while pounding deep inside. Their moans and your soft whimpers fill the room as both men feel their ends approaching, “Fuck– fuck, Jesus, she’s squeezing me so fucking tight.”

“Fuck– same, she’s going to be the death of me.” Johnny groans, his face burying into Y/n’s hair, picking up the faint smell of vanilla before releasing his warm cum deep inside you. His chest moves up and down as he tries to catch his breath before pulling slowly out of the sleeping woman, falling back onto his back, hand on his chest as his eyes close.

Jake pushes his little sister into Johnny, her leg still wrapped around his hip as he pounds hard and fast into her. His cock hits deep into her, grunting into Y/n’s ear, Jake feels his balls tighten, and his pace picks up before he snaps his hips, and ropes of his cum shoot out of his tip. Filling Y/n to the brim, her poor cunt overflowing with four men’s sperm, dripping out onto the bed. Jake slowly pulls out, kissing her forehead and grabbing some tissues to clean himself and her up. He drops down next to her, pulling her close and letting out a puff of air as she snuggles into him.

thank you for reading! this piece is dedicated to the amazing @junipermuses, wouldn’t have been able to come up with it without her.

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[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Love You Forever » Chris Evans

Pairings: Best Friend!Chris Evans x Best Friend!Female Reader

Summary: Chris and Y/N have been best friends for years and they finally tell each other how they feel about one another.

Warnings: Fluff, language, best friends to lovers, kissing, use of pet names

A/N: Thank you to @buckys-wintersoldier for this wonderful idea and finding the aesthetics!🩵

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes and typos.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

“Guess who.” You say, wrapping your arms around Chris’s waist from behind.

Chris smiles, already knowing it’s you. He unwraps your arms from his waist and turned around so he could give you a proper hug.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming to set?” Chris asks, looking down at you.

“I wanted to surprise you!” You say with a smile.

“Believe me, I’m definitely surprised.” He says, kissing your forehead.

You got butterflies in your stomach when he kissed your forehead. You always get butterflies when Chris is around. You and him have been best friends for a few years, but you want more than that. You’ve been in love with him since the day you two met. You kept it to yourself, because you don’t want to ruin the friendship you have with him so you tried your best to bury your crush for him deep in your mind.

“You ok?” He asks.

“Hmm? Yea, I’m fine.” You say.

“You sure? You were kinda zoned out there.” He says.

You thought about it for a moment. You might as well tell him now.

“I have something important to tell you, but I don’t want to say it here.” You say, feeling blush creeping up on your cheeks.

“We can talk in my trailer.” Chris says.

Chris grabs your hand and led you to his trailer.

“What do you want to talk to me about?” He asks.

You took a deep breath before saying anything.

“I’m in love with you.” You say fast.

“What?” Chris asks, making sure he heard you right.

“I’m in love with you.” You said a little slower. “I’ve been in love with you forever. If you don’t feel the same way about me, I completely understand. We can go back to being best friends.” You say.

You and Chris stood there in silence. You felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, thinking that you overstepped and wishing that you kept it to yourself, but there’s no turning back now.

“Chris, say something please.” You say, almost in a desperate voice.

Chris didn’t say anything. He cupped your cheeks and kissed you passionately, catching you off guard. The kiss was breathtaking.

“I’m in love with you too.” Chris says, looking deep in your eyes.

“You are?” You asked.

“Of course I am.” He smiles. “I’ve been in love with you since the day we met. I just didn’t want to say anything and ruin our friendship.” He confesses.

You smiled widely, feeling relief wash over you, knowing that Chris feels the same way as you. You stood on your tippy toes and kissed him. Both of you smiled into the kiss. You two stood in the middle of his trailer kissing for what seemed like forever cause when you two pulled away from each other, you guys were breathless.

“Does this mean you’ll be my girl?” Chris asks.

“If you kiss me like that all the time, yes.” You say with a small giggle.

Chris smiles and kisses you again. You almost whined when he pulled away unexpectedly.

“As much as I would love to stay here and kiss you, I have to get back to work, but I’ll come to your hotel room tonight.” He says.

“Promise?” You asked with a playful pout.

“Promise.” He says, pecking your lips softly.

“Love you forever.” You say, looking up at him.

“Love you forever too, sweetheart.” He says with a smile.

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-Bucky’s Doll

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[lostinwoso]

The Challenge (Merle Frohms x Reader)

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“I thought we could go out next week? We can watch the new movie you were waiting for and then grab some dinner?”, Merle asks you as she takes a seat on the table while you are still fixing some of the tape you just used on one of her teammates. 

You are one of the physios for Wolfsburg and grew rather quickly close to the goalkeeper after her return to Wolfsburg at the beginning of the season. In fact, it only took the German player only 2 months before she decided to ask you out.

From that moment on more and more dates followed whenever you both could find some time in her busy schedule as a professional football player. 

“Hmm, I don’t know.”, you reply, shrugging your shoulders as you place the tape roll back into the drawer it belongs. Turning around, you can see an annoyed expression on her face, making you smirk.

She knows what's about to happen, you sometimes like the idea of challenging her for a date, the entire hard to get act is one of your favorite things to annoy her with. But so far, Merle managed to beat every single one you sent her way, and she can’t deny that those dates that followed always felt a bit better than all the other ones. So she is keen on once again mastering whatever you send her way.

“Alright, what's the condition this time?”.

You think about it for a moment before a thought appears in your head, “You know I love the club, so I would kind of enjoy it if we make it through the semis next week and into the Champions League Final, and then you can get your date after Eindhoven.”, you casually reply, leaning back into your seat.

“What? All the other challenges were built on little things, and now you want me to get us to the final, so I can get that date?”, the goalie asks you in complete disbelief.

“Yup.”

You notice the look on Merle's face, it’s the same one she always has on when she is in deep thought about something. You decide to give her a moment to think about your words.

“Okay.”.

“Okay?”, you were surprised by her simple reply, having thought that the goalie would protest some more about your words, you knew that the challenge isn’t necessarily fair because it’s not as if Merle can do everything alone on the field to decide the game, but apparently she doesn’t seem to mind that much. 

“Yes, but I expect it to be one of the best dates we could ever have after that.”, she answers, making her way past you to get out on the field to training.

“If we win this game, I will make sure that it’s going to be THE best date ever.”, you say to her, sending her one last wink before she disappears out of your sight. 

The next few training sessions you could tell how concentrated the goalie was, making endless safes in training as if it’s the final already. Your challenge clearly has lit up some fire in her to make sure she would be as ready as possible for the game.

But as already feared, the game would be everything else but easy for your team. The anxiety you feel from watching from your seat on the bench is almost unbearable. Arsenal pretty much started where they left off in the first leg game and that is visible after they already managed to score a goal in the 11th minute. Every minute with Arsenal staying ahead made your stomach hurt a little more, so safe to say that the relief you felt when Jill scored was very welcomed. Although you couldn’t help the chuckle leaving your lips as Jill once again scores against her former club in a Champions League game. 

And when Popp herself scores an amazing header you almost feel on top of the world, but the game wasn’t over yet and that harsh realization came when Arsenal managed to tie the score, thanks to Beattie. So when the final whistle blows, announcing that it would go into overtime, you weren’t sure if you could handle the anxiety much longer.

As just 7 minutes later, Arsenal got the opportunity to go in lead served on a golden plate, you were sure that this could be it, but thanks to the badly placed shot and Merle her quick reaction, everything was still open for either team. Also, saving a quick reminder to yourself to praise the goalie for that safe after the game. 

Checking the watch, you notice that the overtime will be done soon, meaning that the game would most likely go into penalties. That thought quickly flies out of your head though as Jule suddenly wins the ball back and passes it perfectly into Bremers run, scoring the deciding goal of the night. “JAAAAAAAAAA”, you and the entire team jumped up and started to yell in excitement. 

When the final whistle is finally blown, you all make your way onto the field to celebrate together. You, though, make your way immediately over to the goal where Merle was shrugging her gloves off, “You did it!”, you yell out as you pull her into a tight hug. 

Merle laughs at your excitement but returns your hug just as tight, “Well I couldn’t pass up the Chance to go on the best date ever, now could I?”.

“I guess not.”, you chuckle before starting to praise her for the safe from Hurtig her shot on goal. You and Merle are in your own little bubble having a small recap about the game until Lena comes over to tell you that it’s time to go over to the fans.

“Go over there.”, you tell Merle when you notice her being a little hesitant.

“But I want to spend some more time with you.”.

“We can still spend enough time together later, I promise.”, you promise her, pushing her lightly away from you and towards the direction of her teammates.

“I hold you to that!”, she yells as she jogs over to where they are. 

You simply send her a thumbs up as your mind already wanders off to planning that date she once again managed to win. 

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[loveroftoomanyfandoms]

Cooking Up Love, Chapter 9

Pairing: Chef!Matt Murdock x F!Journalist!Reader

Rating: T

Story Summary: Here 

Warnings/Tags: Hallmark levels of fluffy, cheesy goodness (and speed that their relationship develops, lol), no use of Y/N, Matt is not a vigilante, idiots in love

Word Count: ~3100

A/N: I'm so excited to share this chapter!!! This was the first scene that popped in my head when I first got the idea for this fic, so I hope y'all enjoy!

As always, thanks to @theradioactivespidergwen for the header!

Tag List: @yarrystyleeza @hailey-murdock @mattkinsella @bellaxgiornata @danzer8705 @chezagnes @shouldbestudying41 @thepunisherfrankcastle @mattmurdocks6thscaleapartment

“Hi,” Matt greeted you with a smile as you stepped inside Daredevil later that evening. “Thanks for coming.”

You smiled back at him. “Thanks for the invite.”

Matt led you to a table near the kitchen. “Here, have a seat.” 

You furrowed your brow in confusion. “I thought I was watching you cook again?”

Matt shook his head as he pulled a chair out for you. “I actually kind of had a different idea for tonight.” 

You sat. “Oh, okay.”

Matt pushed your chair in. “Be right back.”

You waited as Matt left then returned with a pitcher of water and some crackers.

He poured some water into your glass and set the pitcher and crackers down on the table, then reached into his pocket and pulled out a blindfold. 

He fiddled with it, looking somewhat nervous. “Since you said you wanted to get to know me and how I developed my culinary skills I thought we could do a blind tasting… if you’re okay with that.”

Your mind drifted back to the skillful way Matt had handled himself in the kitchen on Saturday and Sunday. You had been impressed at the ease and precision with which he had chopped and diced and flipped and sauteed and had been looking forward to watching him cook again (admittedly not only because his cooking skills were so impressive but so you could check him out without being too obvious about it). Oh well.

You nodded. “Yeah, yeah that’s okay.”

Matt huffed out a breath. "Good. I wasn't sure how you'd feel about being blindfolded."

You shook your head. "I meant it when I said that I trust you, Matt."

A soft smile spread across Matt's face. "I'm glad. And by the way, I promise there's nothing too unusual on the menu tonight."

He handed you the blindfold. "Here, put this on and I'll be right back."

You slipped the blindfold over your eyes as Matt left to go to the kitchen, engulfing yourself in darkness. 

About a minute later, you could hear the door to the kitchen open. “Okay,” Matt said. “Here’s the first course.”

He set a dish down in front of you. "I want you to use your non-visual senses to tell me what this is.”

You fumbled around for a utensil. "Oh, um…"

Matt placed his hand on top of yours then guided you to it. "Sorry, here, let me help you."

Your heart skipped a beat at his warm touch. "Thanks."

"It's no problem."

You grinned. "Apologies in advance if I accidentally make a mess. You might have to wind up feeding me like I'm a small child."

Matt huffed out a laugh. "Would you like me to?"

Your face heated as you pictured Matt sitting right next to you, his thumb caressing your cheek as he guided your utensils to your mouth with his other hand…

You shook your head. "It might wind up coming to that, but I'm going to at least try to feed myself first."

Matt laughed again. "Okay, fair enough."

You carefully reached your free hand in front of you, realizing that there was a small bowl set on top of a plate. You dipped your utensil into the bowl, coming into contact with a porridge-like substance.

You scooped some of it up then raised it to your nose to give it a sniff. 

You nodded approvingly. "Hmm."

"Well?" Matt said. "Describe what you smell."

You thought for a moment. "Well, it smells delicious, for one."

Matt chuckled. "That's good, but be more specific."

You smelled it again. "It smells… salty? Well no, not salty , but like something familiar that's salty, and it's also sort of earthy? Like grassy, but not."

You winced. "I'm sorry, I'm describing this so badly."

"No, no, you're doing great," Matt assured you. "Now give it a taste."

You took a bite, your eyebrows raising in delight at the taste of rice, cheese, and… something . "Is this sweet potato risotto?"

Matt hummed. "No, actually it's butternut squash and saffron, but I get how you'd think it was sweet potato."

You took another bite, now recognizing the salty with which you had described the scent. "With pancetta?"

"Yeah. I've been trying to perfect it but felt like it had been missing something, so tonight I used the leftover pancetta I had on hand to add some extra flavor and texture to the dish."

You nodded. "I really like it."

"So do you think it's menu-worthy?"

You took another bite. "Mmm. Mmhmm, yeah, absolutely."

"Okay, great." Matt took your hand and placed a cracker into it. "Okay, so between courses I want you to eat a cracker and drink some water."

"Okay." You furrowed your brow as you tasted the cracker. "Huh, I guess I was expecting it to taste like a saltine."

Matt chuckled. "Yeah, table crackers actually kind of remind me of Communion wafers. They're pretty flavorless but cleanse the palette so you don't get any flavors confused."

You heard him stand. "I'll be right back with the next dish."

You nodded as he picked up the plate. "Okay."

While Matt was gone, you carefully reached for your glass of water then took a sip. You couldn't even imagine the trauma he had gone through as a child, having to learn to navigate the world without his eyesight.

You felt around the table before setting your glass down, terrified that you would wind up setting it too close to the edge and spilling it -- or worse, dropping it and breaking the glass.

You turned towards the kitchen as the door swung open.

Matt set another dish down in front of you. "Okay, next one."

He handed you a piece of pita bread. "This one's a dip, so go ahead and try it."

You felt for the bowl and dunked the pita bread in, then took a bite.

You made a face then grabbed for your water, taking a big gulp to get rid of the taste. "I'm sorry, but what the hell is that?"

Matt chuckled. "It's beet hummus."

You heard him dip a piece of pita bread and take a bite. "Oh, yeah, no, that's definitely a failed experiment."

You shook your head. "Yeah, sorry, zero out of ten for that one."

Matt handed you another cracker before taking one for himself. "Let me go get rid of this and grab the next one."

He continued bringing out a variety of different dishes for you to try, including an arugula salad with heirloom tomatoes and goat cheese, a parsnip puree that he was considering as a side to the restaurant's steak options, and (your personal favorite) pesto-parmesan linguine.

"Oh my gosh, this is so good," you said as you ate the entire sample. "Eleven out of ten, definitely needs to go on the menu."

Matt chuckled. "Noted."

He stood. "Okay, time for dessert. Let me go finish getting it ready." 

You nodded. "Okay."

A few minutes later Matt returned and set what sounded like a small bowl in front of you before handing you a spoon.

You reached out and picked up what you realized was a ramekin, then inhaled the sweet aroma of caramelized sugar. "Mmm. It smells sweet."

You poked your spoon into it, the metal breaking through a solid crust into a custard-like concoction.

You took a bite, the flavors that were marrying on your tongue unlike anything else you had ever tasted. "Is this cremé bruleé?"

Matt hummed in the affirmative. "My own take on it, yes. Can you tell me what you taste?"

You nodded. "I can taste the caramelized sugar, of course, and a vanilla custard, but there's something else…" You took another bite. "It's definitely something citrusy… orange?"

"Yes, blood orange, to be exact." Matt guided your hand to a champagne flute. "I'm thinking about pairing it with a blood orange mimosa."

You took a sip of the mimosa. "Oh, wow."

"Good, huh?"

"Mmhmm." You took another bite of the cremé bruleé. "This is wonderful, Matt. It might even replace your tiramisu as my favorite dessert."

Matt huffed out a laugh. "Well damn, just when I thought I had someone to do a final taste-test of my tiramisu before I put it on the menu."

You shook your head. "Oh I'm definitely still willing to do that, this is just amazing too."

"Good, because I added a new ingredient and I want to see if it made a difference in the taste."

You smiled. "You know, you're spoiling me with all this gourmet food. Too bad I'd never be able to afford to hire you as my own private chef."

Matt huffed out a laugh. "Oh, I think we'd be able to come to some sort of… mutual agreement."

Your face heated. It was getting harder and harder to not misconstrue Matt's jokes as flirting, especially after Skyler had planted that seed of hope within you… and Kelsie a seed of doubt.

Matt stood. "You can go ahead and take the blindfold off, by the way. I'll be right back."

"Okay." You took the blindfold off, then blinked to clear your vision before looking over at Matt.

"Would you like something else to drink?" he asked. "Maybe some more champagne? No sense in letting the bottle go flat."

You nodded. "Sure."

You took a deep breath as he left to go to the kitchen. There was something about Matt that drew you to him (besides the fact that he was exactly your type), so you really hoped that he wouldn't wind up breaking your heart. 

Just a few more days, you thought to yourself. Just a few more days until my article is published, then I can see if this is real.

…Please let this be real.

Matt took a deep breath as he entered the kitchen. He felt an undeniable connection with you, one even stronger than the connection he'd had with -- 

He shook his head. He wasn't going to let her get into his head, not again.

He opened the refrigerator and took the tiramisu out. He was fairly certain that it was ready to be added to the menu based on his own taste-test as he was making it, but he really did want your opinion before making his final decision.

He plated a small piece for you then placed the rest back into the refrigerator before grabbing the bottle of champagne and another glass. Okay, here we go.

He headed back out to the dining area and set the plate of tiramisu on the table before pouring you each a glass of champagne. 

He sat and waited as you took a bite.

"Oh wow," you said, sounding surprised. "I don't know exactly what you added to this, but this is even better than the one you made the other day."

Matt grinned. "I added a splash of Frangelico to the espresso."

"It's delicious."

"So you think it's ready to be added to the menu?"

"Definitely, and please let me know when you do, because I'll be here right when you open so I can order both that and the pesto-parmesean linguine."

Matt chuckled. "I'll have it ready for you when you arrive."

You hummed. "Will you bring it out to me yourself so I can say hi?"

Matt nodded. "If you'd like."

"Yeah, I'd really like that -- if you'd have time and weren't busy, of course."

Matt shook his head. "I'd definitely make time for you."

He paused as your heartbeat picked up slightly. "Hey, um, can I ask you a question?"

You took a sip of champagne. "Sure," you replied.

Matt bit his lip. "I was wondering, um… what do you look like?"

"Oh," you said in slight surprise. "Oh, um…"

Matt quickly shook his head. "It's just… I have this blank picture of you in my head, so I've been curious, you know?"

You made a thoughtful sound. "That must be odd, not knowing what anyone looks like. Especially friends and loved ones."

Matt shrugged. "It can be, but I can at least imagine what people look like based on physical descriptions. And I can more accurately picture someone if I've touched them -- you know, if I've hugged them I can determine their body type or if I've felt their facial features I can put together an idea of their face shape."

You let out a light laugh. "I bet that makes dating interesting. 'Hi, yes, nice to meet you. Do you mind if I touch your face to make sure you're not hideous'?"

Matt chuckled. "I know it sounds cliché, but personality obviously really is the most important trait in a woman for me. The face touching usually comes later, although it's admittedly been a while since I've gotten to that stage. Kind of hard to meet someone I'm interested in when I'm always working." 

He paused and took a sip of his own glass of champagne. "What about you? Are you seeing anyone?"

"No, not at the moment," you replied. "Although the last woman I did a feature on kept trying to hook me up with her grandson."

Matt chuckled, relieved that he had been right in his assumption that you were currently single. "But you weren't interested?"

"Nah, he wasn't my type."

"Oh? And what is your type?" Hopefully dark-haired chefs. 

You hummed. "Honestly, just someone I can connect with, someone who understands me and is willing to put in the work to make a relationship equal. Someone I can build a life with, who I can trust and who will trust me in return."

Matt nodded. "Yeah, I get that."

You cleared your throat. "So about what I look like -- well…"

Matt listened intently, putting together a mental picture of you based on your description and the few hugs you had shared.

"So," you concluded, "did I describe myself well enough for you to picture me? Because I, um, I wouldn't mind if you wanted to feel my face too. You know, for accuracy."

Matt's eyebrows raised in surprise. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, it's fine."

Matt nodded. "Okay then. Um, I'll have to get really close to you so I can reach you."

He heard you get up and move your chair over. "Like this?"

Matt brushed his hand along your shoulder, judging the distance. "Yeah, that's good."

He swallowed, suddenly feeling nervous. "Ready?"

"Mmhmm."

Matt reached out once again, his hand bumping into your nose. "Shit, I'm so sorry, I --"

"Oh, no, no, it's okay," you replied. "I'm fine, I promise."

Matt shook his head. "Do you mind if I…" 

He waved vaguely up at his glasses. "If I can at least see your silhouette I can better judge exactly how far you are from me."

"Oh, no, go ahead."

Matt took his glasses off and set them onto the table. 

"You, um, you have very pretty eyes, by the way," you said somewhat shyly.

Matt couldn't help but smile. "Thanks. I bet yours are very pretty too." Just like the rest of you.

He reached out once again. "May I?"

You made a sound of affirmation. "Yeah, go ahead."

Matt tentatively traced his fingertips across your hairline, raising his other hand as well once he was sure he wasn't going to accidentally knock you in the face again.

He began to build a mental picture of you as he traced along your forehead, down your temples and across your eyes, down the bridge of your nose and across your cheeks down to your chin.

I was right, he thought as he brushed his thumb across your lips. "You're beautiful. "

You sucked in a quiet gasp of breath.

Matt's eyes flicked down towards your mouth. It would be so easy to kiss you, to taste the champagne on your lips.

He leaned in to close the gap, your name a whisper in the air.

"Hey, Matt, I saw the lights were on and --"

Suddenly you jumped back as Foggy entered the dining area from the kitchen.

Foggy froze. "I'm -- I am so sorry, I'm clearly interrupting something, I'll just go --"

"No!" you exclaimed. "Um, no, I was -- I was just leaving."

You grabbed your phone and bag. "Um, thanks for dinner, Matt. I'll let you know if I have any other questions for my article."

Matt sighed as you hurried towards the seating area. Shit. "Here, I'll let you out."

He put his glasses back on and followed you to the door, unlocking then opening it for you. "Thanks again for coming tonight."

"Sure. I'll talk to you later, okay?"

Matt nodded. "Okay."

He locked the door behind you and turned back towards Foggy, who was fidgeting nervously.

"Shit, I am so sorry, Matt," Foggy said. "I figured you were working on perfecting those new recipes for the menu, I had no idea you were on a --"

Matt shook his head. "No, no it's -- it's fine. That was -- that was nothing."

Foggy let out an awkward chuckle. "That didn't look like 'nothing' to me, that looked like you were about to get your mack on."

"No, we were just --" Matt let out a frustrated growl. "Just drop it, okay? It's not like it would've worked out anyway." 

"And why not?"

"Because she's -- because it just wouldn't, okay?"

Foggy let out a groan. "You know, you're a damn good chef but you're absolutely terrible when it comes to love."

Matt snorted. "Says the man who's been single since Marci dumped you back in culinary school."

"Uh-huh. This is not about me, Matt, this is about you . I know Elektra screwed you over but that doesn't mean that every woman who also happens to be a journalist will." Foggy's demeanor softened. "Come on, Matty, admit it. You've got feelings for her, don't you?"

Matt sighed. He could hear your nervous heartbeat fading away the further you got from the restaurant. "Yeah, I do. I really, really like her, Fog." 

Foggy let out a delighted gasp. "I knew it!"

Matt shook his head. "I thought she felt the same way about me, but obviously I was wrong. I mean, you saw how fast she ran out of here after I tried to kiss her."

Foggy hissed in a breath. "Again, I'm really sorry about interrupting that, dude."

Matt shook his head. "It's okay, you didn't know she was even here."

He moved your chair back to its rightful place, his stomach twisting at the memory of how quickly you had lunged away from him. 

He sighed. "Come on, since you're here you can at least taste everything then help me clean up."

#lotmf writes #Cooking Up Love Masterlist #Chef!Matt Murdock x Reader #matt murdock x fem!reader #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x female reader #matt murdock x you

[cryoculus]

— lotus eater ⟢

you’ve been by ayato’s side 5 out of the 26 years he’s been blessed with today and you intend to stay until the very last one.

★ FEATURING; kamisato ayato x gn!reader

★ WORD COUNT; 1.7k words

★ TAGS; established relationship, alcohol, drunken kissing, so much flirting, hc: ayato is a clingy drunk

★ NOTES; aka a super belated happy birthday fic to one of my favorite characters in the game! ily ayato you'll always have a special spot in my heart

★ HEADER ART CR; donaldakron on twt

“You bought what?”

Being the closest associate to one Kamisato Ayato means you were intimately familiar with the Commissioner’s habits. One such habit is purchasing exotic drinks from anyone and everyone who had them for sale in Ritou Harbor. Drinks that he’ll undoubtedly try to mix with something else, resulting into a concoction of liquid diarrhea. 

Today—his twenty-sixth birthday—is no different. 

“Snezhnayan firewater,” Ayato says simply, setting the expensive bottle atop the low table. “I sampled some during one of Father’s trips to the northern continent. That was when I’ve yet to appreciate the bite of alcohol, though.”

You stare at him, unimpressed. “So you were still a minor.”

“Hmm, more or less.”

For the head of the Kamisato clan, birthdays aren’t all that special. No parties are held; no special programs to commemorate the occasion. You even organized his schedule just like you do on normal days, as per his request.

Though his family and retainers want nothing more than to shower Ayato with the appreciation he deserves, the Commissioner has always been content with a quiet birthday dinner in the company of his loved ones.

…And a private drinking session with you inside his office.

You know you shouldn’t feel as flustered as you are. Everyone is well-aware that Kamisato Ayato cherishes his beloved secretary in more ways than one. But even if your relationship with him is common knowledge, you still can’t help but feel self-conscious about the time you spend with him.

“Once in Fontaine, the delegation served us a very peculiar cocktail,” Ayato says as he pours you a glass. “They called it the Paradiso—a little minty, a little fruity. But what made it stand out to me is the edible lotus floating on top of the drink.”

You hum, reaching for your glass as you take a small sip that has you cringing in distaste. Gods, that was strong.

“Isn’t that just a ploy to get in your good graces?” you ask dryly, remembering the Kamisato clan’s crest. “They really couldn’t have been more obvious.”

“That might be true, but if I’m given a nice drink for free, who am I to refuse?” Ayato chuckles softly, halving his glass of whiskey with a face as smooth as butter. He didn’t even flinch. “Plus, there’s actually a meaning behind the cocktail’s namesake.”

“Pray tell?”

“Have you ever heard of the Land of the Lotus Eaters?” he asks. You shake your head. “Well, to make it short, when one finds himself in that place and ingests the flowers floating in the river, he’ll never want to leave. Suddenly, the Land of the Lotus Eaters is equivalent to paradise.”

Now that’s news to you. “Was that Fontaine’s subtle way of telling you they didn’t want you to go back to Inazuma or…?”

Ayato laughs again. “You are as bright as you are lovely. In the end, those are nothing but legends told to pass the time. Though my secretary before you did discourage me from eating the lotus in my drink.”

“She made a good call then. We wouldn’t want one of Inazuma’s most-desirable bachelors to leave us for a damn cocktail,” you joke.

He nods, reaching for your hand as he twines your fingers together. “Yes, and my old secretary couldn’t have tendered her resignation, and I wouldn’t have met you.”

It takes you a moment to process Ayato’s subtle attempt at flirting, but when you do, you’re suddenly conscious of everything else. How his gloved fingers feel against your skin. How he presses his warm body against yours behind the table.

Your lover knows the degree of skinship that’s socially acceptable to any given situation. But there’s something more intimate in these little gestures as opposed to his usual acts of grandeur. Kamisato Ayato is a man who isn’t afraid to flaunt you around if the occasion allows it. With how his hands are always tied with administrative work, it kind of makes sense why he’d return to your side a bit more touch-starved than expected.

Still…you’re lucky enough to be the object of his affections, yet you’re losing your cool because he’s holding your hand?

It’s got to be the alcohol.

You spend the rest of the night sharing his newest bottle of imported whiskey, telling each other stories you’ve already told countless times. Because neither you nor Ayato could get enough of the other. For the longest time, you’ve wanted to invite either Thoma or Ayaka to these drinking sessions on the nights of his birthday, but a selfish part of you wants to keep him for yourself.

After all, no one can really handle an intoxicated Yashiro Commissioner as well as you do.

“Do you think Thoma would agree to test out a firewater boba drink for me?” Ayato wonders, voice sounding completely sober yet the warm tinge of his cheeks betrays him. “He definitely would, right?”

“Yeah because you’re going to bully him into doing it.” You shake your head, plucking the glass from his fingers despite being a bit buzzed yourself. “Cut that out. You know Thoma can’t say no to you.”

He whines. “And that’s exactly what makes him the perfect test subject!”

“How about this: if you promise to stop manipulating the poor guy into consuming your weird beverages, I’ll give you a kiss.”

Normally, a wager like that would have weak-looking stakes to anyone else who hears. Lovers kiss all the time, right? But to Ayato, his lilac eyes immediately snap wide—making him brace his palms on your shoulders as he forcibly meets your gaze.

“You really mean that?”

“Yup,” you reply. “I’ll kiss you right here, right now if you promise.”

You feel like it’s such an indubitable privilege to get to see him like this—the prince-like head of the Kamisato clan, nearly pouting as you hung the prize of your affection over his head. Well, he always does the same thing to Thoma when you aren’t looking so you suppose this is a taste of his own medicine.

Of course, Ayato never falls short in flustering you despite assuming the role of the one in charge. He quietly shrugs off his jacket, folding it neatly on the floor in spite of himself. Then, he takes your hand before pressing his soft lips against your skin.

“I promise not to bully our favorite housekeeper, Thoma in the meantime.” He grins, pale bangs framing the mischievous glint in his eyes. You know better than to trust this crafty man’s words, but…

You twist your fingers around a little until your hands are intertwined again. Ayato startles at your forwardness, but you don’t give him any leeway to tease as you lean closer to press your mouth on top of his own.

You’ve been Ayato’s secretary for five years, but his lover much less than that. Despite the fact that you know him better than anyone else—even his own sister—you still don’t know how to kiss him properly. You’re always so hesitant and awkward and all over the place, but Ayato never seems to mind.

It doesn’t help that you’re bolder than usual, with all that pent up liquid courage. When your lover eases you into a pace that’s more comfortable for the both of you, you shyly card your fingers through his hair. A soft groan reverberates in the back of his throat, and the sound surprises you a bit—making you pull away.

“S-Sorry,” you tell him sheepishly. “I’m still not very used to—” 

Ayato pulls you in before you can even finish the sentence, smashing his lips against yours with more fervor than usual. You gasp into the kiss, unintentionally giving him all the leeway he needs.

It shouldn’t feel so good when his tongue licks into your mouth; when he presses a gloved hand against the back of your neck to deepen the kiss. Because even if Ayato can be quite underhanded, he never once tried to go beyond the boundaries you’ve set. But despite these sensations being very new to you…

They aren’t unwelcome.

When Ayato pulls away, his face is sweat-stricken, and lips a swollen red. From the tingling feeling prickling yours, you figure you’re in no better shape than he is.

“Why don’t you try kissing me like you mean it?” Ayato smiles, cheeks flushed. “You aren’t the Yashiro Commissioner’s perfect secretary for nothing, are you?”

A soft laugh bubbles in your throat. “Are you going to give me a raise if I do?”

“Maybe.”

Thankfully, that’s as far as his craftiness goes. Even if the both of you nearly stumble from being so inebriated, you manage to clean up with Ayato’s help. His office doubles as his bedroom during busier times of the year, and you can’t bring yourself to decline once he invites you under his spare futon.

“Ayaka’s going to tease me non-stop for this tomorrow,” you sigh, leaning your head against Ayato’s chest. “We better wake up earlier than she does.”

“My secretary is so responsible—already planning tomorrow’s agenda, are we?”

You kick him in the shin. Ayato simply laughs.

“…Hey, can I ask you something?”

“What is it?”

“I think I want to taste that drink you were talking about—the Paradiso,” you admit. “But as far as our plans for the next six months go, you don’t really have any dealings with Fontaine.”

Your lover gives your words a contemplative hum. “I wonder…why feel the need to drink that when you’ve already eaten my lotus a few years ago?”

.

.

.

“I’m leaving—”

“Heeeey, don’t be like that!” Ayato complains, arms circling your waist as you struggle to shrug him off. “It’s a figure of speech! When you got a taste of my company, you never left. You’re even sharing my bed now! Don’t you think that being by my side is as good as paradise?”

You scoff, face burning with embarrassment. “Aren’t you aware of how much I’ve been cleaning after your messes over the last five years?”

“I am, and they’re a testament to just how much you adore me,” he says cheekily. “Won’t you come back to bed now? Please?”

…Gods damn it. He knows you can’t refuse him like this.

“Happy birthday,” you grumble, easing yourself underneath the covers. “I hope you get alcohol poisoning tomorrow.”

“So harsh~” he teases, planting a soft kiss on your forehead. “I love you, too.”

★ MASTERLIST . AO3 ★

© cryoculus | kaientai ✧ all rights reserved. do not repost or translate my work on other platforms without permission.

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin fluff #kamisato ayato #kamisato ayato scenarios #kamisato ayato fluff #genshin fanfiction #genshin fanfic #genshin scenarios #genshin headcanons #cryoculus

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wip tag game

tagged by the wonderful @aloveforjaneausten @tortoisesshells, thank you both muchly <3

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

obligatory disclaimer: i keep a lot of writing for the same fandom in one document even if it's separate pieces, so the below is a combination of file names and document headers, verbatim. i promise i'm better about this at work 🥲

these are what i'm working on now (or planning on revisiting before the end of the year):

dragons, but cursed on the pearl

argent replay nano 2023 help!

trespASSer........fuck you solas

what if we were married but it was fucked up…haha jk………..lest

YET ANOTHER dmtnt thing

pre-proposal disaster (...once opened? hmm)

i feel most of the mutuals have been tagged but as ever, feel free to yoink if you'd like to do this yourself :)

#i am a clown <3 #and fr if anyone wants me to tag you in this stuff in the future just ask #love to talk about writing all the time #tag game #writing

[hoolay-boobs]

Ok so. It's like I have forgotten everything about writing. How does one even begin writing? 😭😭 Do you have any writing advice for beginners?

This is a great question! I think you’re going through writers block. Sometimes, after years of writing, we one day are like “what r words.” It’s like if you’ve ridden a bike for years and one day it’s just so difficult randomly. But don’t worry! You can always get back on that bike.

Here is a website I found to combat writers block:

10 ways to overcome writers block

I also have some words of wisdom for beginner writers that I hope will help!

1. Start with a scrap journal.

This journal does not need to be like a diary or anything, but it can be fun to just write down sentences for your story as they come into your mind- in whatever order! I have written down the beginning of my spin off- I’m not even done the first book in my series! But writing down any ideas for your characters or the universe your story takes place in- whether it’s the first chapter or last-

My scrap journal is a mess. I’ve been writing in it for years, it’s purple and glittery which I looove, there’s ripped out pages stuck in the middle, there’s ideas for the sequel, there’s some dialogue written for the first book, for chapter 1, then chapter 12 randomly etc. Writing in a little scrap journal or diary of lined paper (or you could use your notes app on your phone, or a google document on your laptop, or whatever you prefer to write in! I just wouldn’t use the same folder as your actual manuscript/draft of book) can take away the pressure of it feeling like a “good copy” that has to be “perfect”, and instead just gets the writing flowing :)

2. Fill out a character chart!

These can be fun to get in the heads of your protagonists! You can find many on Pinterest, but here’s one I found from Medium!

Also: don’t worry if you don’t know your character’s favourite food or favourite number or favourite shirt yet, some of these you’ll never even need to know as the author, and some of these you’ll discover along the way. Whatever suits your story! It’s more important to know your characters’ goals, ambitions, fears, and inspiration than say, their favourite animal.

3. Give your document a funny name!

The first manuscript I ever wrote (and never finished lol, abandoned middle school project) had it’s book title and chapter title of course, but said just below the header, “warning: don’t read if you’re homophobic or hate fall out boy” or something else cringy like that, I can’t recall exactly 😅 but it helped take the pressure off of beginning a “formal looking draft”! Some header titles could include:

- Welp here we go, I have nothing to lose

- First draft, cowabunga!

- Here is some beautiful messy writing

- Hmm let’s give this a try

- Behold! Beginner’s writing!

And then just write your book title and chapter title below it, and began typing out the intro. It could be your main character describing her life, or it could pick up right during two characters’ conversation, or it could begin with the main character walking home and describing the world around her, there really are no rules!

4. Use a few tumblr writing prompts!

If you feel stuck at the beginning of your story, many tumblr users do post great dialogue prompts! Here are some I enjoy :3

@givethispromptatry- I literally recommend like all of their prompts lol, whichever ones you get inspiration from :)

150 random writing prompts by @writinginstardust :)

@writing-prompt-s is also a good account! :)

5. Don’t overthink it!

Let your beginning of your novel have mistakes. Let it be a work of progress. Let it be childish or messy or cringy or whatever. Your second draft can be the fancy one, don’t hold back on the first draft! It will be okay <3

Goodluck! I hope this helped!

#asks #answered asks #beloved mutual #writing advice #writeblr #writblr #writers block #beginning writer #writeblur #writblur

[krewssleuth]

# — wait, don't go! give my brother back!

i'm back ladiess, with a genshin au!! lets goo. it's pretty minor since i have no patience n just wanted to post. next one would be game-wise so look out! (also the headers are based on their regions) who: all what: genshin! au type: hc? idk mayn

Lore-wise Ranking —

Strength: Draco, Gold, Lunar, Funneh, Rainbow

Agility (Attack Speed + Sprint): Rainbow, Funneh, Draco, Gold, Lunar

Intelligence (Street smart + Academic): Lunar, Draco, Funneh, Gold, Rainbow

Rainbow

"Oh my god! Are you okay? Let me help you up, you sure you're alright?" 

A pickpocket born from impoverished soil. She is forever grateful for whatever she has, had, and will have. The woman roams Teyvat's seven Regions. She despises the wealthy businessmen and women, cursing them for not sharing with the less fortunate. Quick at her feet, Rainbow was never caught as she uses her skills to take from the wealthy and give to the unfortunate. She will forgive but never forget. Especially not what they did to her hometown.

Quality |  ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Weapon |  Sword Element |  Pyro Body Type |  Tall Female

Voice-Overs/ Story & Combat

Chat: Memories |  Look, it's my favourite shop to get perfume! Ah. The perfume recipe for this old timer never changes... Still reminds me of Mum.

About Us: Fairytales |  ...The end. Let me tuck you in now, it's getting late. Another story? Hmm... Ugh, you're lucky we have some spare time. Okay, just one more! Then you have to take your nap, got it? Alright, here goes.

When the Sun Is Out |  Ugh, the sun makes the area too bright! Someone'll surely notice me. How frustrating.

Feelings About Ascension: Conclusion (Ascension Phase 6) |  Holy, that's a lot of money. You really shouldn't have! *sighs* Thank you. Really.

Fallen |  Thank you... for everything.

Gold

"You must be the Traveler I've been hearing of! Say, you are always referred to as 'Traveler'. What's your name—your real name?"

A runway fashion designer, she holds the title of the sweetest and kindest fashion designer out there. She came home to Sumeru and brought the idea of modern designs and her idea of slow fashion. Many youngsters admire her environmental sustainability and understanding of their style choices, unlike their elders who claim it "useless" to care for the environment through clothing. Nevertheless, she will continue to push her agenda to the public and open their eyes to the truth of fast fashion.

Quality |  ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Weapon |  Bow Element |  Geo Body Type |  Medium Female

Voice-Overs/ Story & Combat

Chat: Bothering Your Mind |  Alright, I recognise those eyes. What's the matter? Do you want to talk about it? ...Stubborn as always. Come find me if you need me, I'm always free for a talk.

Character Idles |  Let's get a move on! We could be shopping or getting a bite.

Receiving a Gift: III |  Oh my god, ergh! Oh. You, made this? ...Um, it is alright, I suppose. Excuse me. *coughs* I'm gonna puke.

Heavy Hit Taken |  Ow, my arm! What the heck was that for?

Joining Party |  Oh! I just baked some pizza, want to try some? Nice and crispy, just how you like it.

Funneh

"What the heck, dude? HEY! You damn-! Stop that thief!"

The bubbly ninja of the Shuumatsuban, she is loyal and grateful to them. She was previously known as Yawane, named by staff in the Shuumatsuban. She renamed herself, finding individuality in creating her own sense of self-identity with a brand new name. She lives to prove herself worth, always being put down for her loud and fun personality which is unlike a quiet, stealthy ninja. While Sayu was the epitome of sleep, Funneh was the embodiment of wake. 

Quality |  ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Weapon |  Claymore Element |  Hydro Body Type |  Medium Female

Voice-Overs/ Story & Combat

Chat: Work |  The pay's good, what more can I say? ...Um, the staff are nice? Well, at least half of 'em are.

More About Funneh: I |  To be honest, I prefer taijutsu much more than ninjutsu. Thus, many thought I couldn't do ninjutsu. It is wayyy less complicated, which is why it's my primary fighting style! Don't underestimate how easy it seems, though. I spent hours of training to have enough stamina and energy to use it daily!

Elemental Skill |  Get back here~!

Deploying Wind Glider |  Woohoo! I could get used to this. (Not recorded in Profile)

Low HP |  Someone's getting fired up... And that ain't you, trust me.

Lunar

A self-taught witch, she used to travel to Sumeru to eavesdrop on lectures given at the Akademiya. Due to her colourblindness, she almost thought she was given a Hydro vision and she would rather die due to how badly she wanted an Electro one. Lunar was so ever grateful to see that logo of the one and only Electro element, thanking the gods for getting the element.

Quality |  ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Weapon |  Catalyst Element |  Electro Model Type |  Tall Female

Voice-Overs/ Story & Combat

Something to Share: Games |  I don't play games often but I really do enjoy them! Just need someone to play with me, that's all. I can't blame them though, a twenty-year-old scholar wanting to play hide-and-seek? Who am I kidding?

Lunar's Hobbies |  I do quite like drawing and doodling. Though, is it really a hobby if that is what I do all the time, besides work of course.

When It Rains |  Ahh, to just be able to lay back and draw while listening to some jazz. I envy those with flexible timing in their job. Why did I even choose such an unforgiving jobscope?

Opening Treasure Chest |  A new potion, maybe?

Sprint Start |  I'm not a fast runner, okay!

Draco

"In all my years, I have never found someone else who enjoys roaming Windwail Highland, in the night."

The man himself, the supposed Head of the Sakai clan. He fled from Inazuma ever since his father's death, refusing to face the consequences of seeing any of his indirect family. Draco wiped his old name and last name, heading to Mondtstadt to find peace. He even switched his weapon from sword to polearm. His body, mind and soul may be tenacious, but his heart still roams that forsaken mansion.

Quality |  ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Weapon |  Polearm Element |  Dendro Model Type |  Tall Male

Voice-Overs/ Story & Combat

Chat: Invitation |  Hey! You're the one who was out in Windwail that night. Would you mind joining me tonight? We could head somewhere else if you wish.

Chat: Hair |  My blonde hair? I know, hideous, right? Don't tell anyone, but my natural hair colour is black. What is it? You're making it seem obvious that everyone knew that. Am I that bad at hiding-? *coughs* Whatever... I should change it back? Well, since it is coming from you, I will certainly keep it in mind.

Ally at Low HP |  Watch it! Let me take over.

Heavy Hit Taken |  Urgh! You'll regret that.

Joining Party |  Fate has brought us together again, it seems.

#krew #krewfam #krewfic #dyaam #paintingrainbows #goldenglare #itsfunneh #lunareclipse #draconitedragon #genshin impact au

[suashii]

haihai cutie ! ! i come on ur blog so often now jus' to look at ur header n' gush over it eeee sua x dan heng my otp for realzies (〃ω〃)♡ ! i'm rllie curious to know how dan heng realized his feelings for you ! n' how did he deal with them at first ? please do share if u're up for it hehe :3:3

hello my sweet coco bean! waaahhh that makes me so super giddy >\\\< it’s definitely one of my favorite comms so i’m happi that u like it 2 !!

ah okay this is gonna sound soooo very cheesy but for dan heng it was love at first sight — or more like interest at first sight :3 hmm, like the kind where ur mind wanders and u find that person to be the one u’re thinking about! yep yep that was the case for my blushy boy hehe~ lol it kinda got worse for him as time went on, to the point that it was vv obvious and that’s when i swooped in and charmed him into a relationship ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა so! that’s the story of our start ♡

#₊⊹⁀➴ postcards #❤︎ — cutie mootie #eee ty for indulging lil ole me 🫶🏽🫶🏽 !! #sending you all the kisses you could ever desire MWUAH #☆彡 danni

[timextoxhajima]

EMPATH [4]: Pocketful of Sand

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୫ Pairing: Empath! [fem] reader! x ex! Jake Sim x best friend! Sunghoon

୫ Genre: Slice of Life | Ex2F | F2L | Comedy | Angst | Suggestive Material | Supernatural

୫ Taglist: @ac-ewow @i2gyus​ @sseastar-main​ @majesticallymark​ @moonchus @from-xero​ @hoonberrie @sleepingrenjun @goldenbeby @judeduartewannabe [please use this link to submit your user to stay on this taglist!]

୫ Word Count: 5k

୫ Synopsis: A strict household. A single, closed-off workaholic for a grandparent and guardian. You had curated the perfect habit of keeping to yourself, cementing an unbreakable wall between you and the rest of the world. However, you’ve been bestowed with a gift - the gift to feel other people’s emotions.

"Oh, my God! I got in," In your hands was the letter from the college that you applied to. Your heart soars, the sound of the sheet flapping is a little dove as bright as your spirit. "Grandma!"

You burst through your door and run along the wall to her office. You don't think twice before you get it open, and she looks up from the screen of the computer.

"I've told you on countless occasions to knock before coming in, haven't I?"

"I know, but I got the letter from the university!"

"That's nice," She peers at you over the rim of her glasses. "Come, let me see."

Sliding your feet into the room, your elated spirit is immediately dulled by the nonchalance she has. She doesn't seem to care, or at least as much as you had hoped she did.

She takes the sheet from you, then adjusts her glasses to read it. There's a stillness in the air that you hate, and you had completely forgotten about how difficult it was to impress her before barging into her office.

Maybe this time, she was different.

"Hmm," She hums in empty response, handing the sheet back to you without even looking at you. "I thought there'd be a scholarship or bursary included."

She returns to the computer and resumes typing, leaving you to stand with the letter sagging from your fingers. Upon noticing your lack of absence, she parts her wrinkly lips again.

"Is there anything else?" Clack clack clack clack.

You swallow your saliva, eyes dropping to the letter and the floor. "I wanted to ask..."

The words trail off. There's no will to continue. Not when she can't give a shit.

"What is it?" Clackclackclackclackclack.

"Nothing," You shake your head and turn around.

"Close the door behind you."

The cold reminder is a stab through the heart as you rest your hand on the doorknob, gently pulling it shut. You suck in a deep breath, finally alone with your heartbroken disappointment.

You look down at the letter, header in all capital letters wishing you to celebrate and cheer, but you can't find it in yourself to do it.

The room feels darker now. The sun has hidden itself behind the clouds, and your shoulders are heavier as you set the letter on the table. You sit by your bed and look around the room. It's big enough for a mini home theatre, but what good does it do if it's nothing like a room that belongs to a home?

Your phone goes off, the vibration running through the material of your bed.

"Have you gotten the letter?"

"Yeah."

"...Well???"

"I got in."

"...You don't sound too happy that you got in. I got in too, if it makes you feel better."

"Congratulations to us."

Sunghoon pauses. You can hear him breathing on the other end of the line. "Did you tell your grandmother?"

"Yeah."

Another pause.

"Do you want to go out?"

"Don't feel like it."

"Okay, so I'll be at your place in ten."

"I'd rather die than have you within twenty metres of my grandmother."

Sunghoon sighs, his breathing rumbling through the receiver. "Just... stay put, alright?"

"Where else would I want to go?" You lie back down in your bed, curling up into the wall and your toys.

"Hang in there. I'll see you soon," And without waiting for you to respond, he hangs up.

The silence is a slow, strong build up to all the heaviness in your heart as you hurtle the phone into a corner of your bed. Your nose sours and your lips are parted in a difficult effort to curb the sobs that are already in the back of your throat.

Never enough. Never what she expects. Always lacking.

You yank the blanket over your head and crush your plushie in your arms, tears staining your pillow and wetting the strands of your hair into a little wet bundle. Soon tired eyes slowly flutter shut, and your breathing remains haggard.

Your only escape is falling asleep.

Click. Tak. Tak. Thuck. Thock.

Your little depressed nap is interrupted with the incessant sound of what sounded like hailstones ramming into the glass of your window, so you flip the blanket over and stomp over to it.

But you pull apart the curtain and through your vision that's still coming together, you see Sunghoon standing in the rain, hurtling little rocks at the glass with his bicycle resting against the fence of your house.

Surprised, you open the window. "What in the world are you doing?!"

"Getting soaked, is what I'm doing!" He raisies a palm and covers his eyes from the rain as he looks up. "Get your bike. Let's go!"

"Go where? It's raining! Do you want to come in? I can get you towels-" You take a step back and turn, but he interrupts you.

"No! Get a cap or a raincoat, then get your bike and let's go!" He leans against the fence, fingers curling over the edge of the top. "If crying doesn't make you feel better, maybe the rain will."

His hair is thoroughly soaked through now, bangs stuck to his thick brows and squinted eyes being pummelled by the rain. Your grip on the window ledge tightens for a moment as you weigh your choices.

What will your grandmother say if she calls for you or comes into your room and you're not here? What will she think if she finds out Sunghoon was the one who took you out for a ride in the rain? It's dangerous, it's-

It's none of her business. She doesn't care anyway.

You close the window and turn to the rest of your room, eyes scanning for a bag big enough for a couple of dollars and your phone. You run down the stairs, knowing that she wouldn't give a second thought to the excitement she can hear in the house. You grab your bicycle sitting by your front door, and you push it out to see Sunghoon.

"Where are we going?" You ask him loudly, else the rain would've muted your voice.

He shrugs, shaking his head gently. "Wherever you want to go."

You pause for a moment, turning away from him and pushing the bike along the pavement. The rain starts to chill your head and run down the skin of your back as it soaks through the material of your shirt.

At the end of the street where there was a downwards slope, you jump on your bike.

"Careful!"

It echoes and blends into the rain. The wind against your face and the little droplets at the speed feels like little seeds being spat at your face - but it still hurt less than knowing how much your only kin seemed to give a shit about you.

Your own parents weren't in the country.

Thank God for the rain, because it disguises the tears that you're trying to hard to blink away. Any more water in your eyes and you'd be blind.

Sunghoon has ridden enough with you to know where you want to go. The beach, a ten minutes cycle from your place, that's near his. So you can scream and shout and kick all the sand around to your heart's content.

That's exactly what you do, even when you know the sand was going to get stuck to your wet arms and legs. Really, you were kicking around lumps of sand and mud.

Your throat is torn apart with every scream that goes muffled by the rain and the harsh waves crashing onto the shore. It's as if the Heavens were mirroring your feelings. By now, the mucus running from your nose is diluted and trickling down your chin like water, so you mindlessly wipe it away and run your fingers through your hair.

There isn't a single thought in the world to care about what Sunghoon thinks about you. They all belonged to the family who didn't seem to remember you, that you were a person with your own troubles, that you wanted validation, even if it meant on the smallest scales.

Your heart is thumping in your chest, fist balled with the leftover sand from throwing it into the air, when Sunghoon finally walks by you and stops.

Tired eyes fall to your feet, blue shoes now colored with grains and the wetness. Your breath is heavy as you collect your thoughts and feelings, but you can't say anything. Not to Sunghoon.

Because you don't have to.

He stands there in the rain with you, and doesn't utter a single word. But, against your expectations, he lets out the loudest, most girly scream you've ever heard, and you can't contain the shocked humor that escapes your mouth.

Sunghoon turns and glares at you, frowning. "What, you can scream and kick sand and throw it but I can't yell?"

You clear your throat of the mucus collecting in the back. "No! No," Letting out a little chuckle, you turn away to look at the water.

"Mucus running off your chin and all and you're judging my screaming."

"So, what are you screaming about?"

Sunghoon pushes his wet hair back, and it stays in its awful position. He looks like a porcupine.

"Life," He shakes his head. "I didn't want to give up skating. I wanted it... for the rest of my life. It was my first love, and I thought it'd be my last."

Realising that he hadn't told you this before, you turn and look at him. He meets your gaze, then sucks in a deep breath before looking back out at the water.

"I hated it that they made me pack up and move, just because the competition seemed to get too harsh and unhealthy. I never understood it. I still don't. It made me feel like they thought I was weak," He pauses, deep in thought; thinking about how to articulate the rest of his heart. "But when I moved here, it felt like I wasn't the only one going through a hard time. That might sound brutal, but meeting you was like looking into a mirror, and I thought about wanting to listen to your problems, tell you that a facade wasn't necessary and how tiring it was to maintain it. That made me realise I was the same, and I had to change myself before I could help you."

The rain continues to pour, and shows no sign of letting up. You press your fingernail into the palm of your hand, angry with yourself for not being able to listen to this sooner. What good is it to read other people's feelings, if you couldn't share the burden of it? Especially the ones you cared about?

"I'm sorry. That I didn't know you were having a hard time. Sometimes, the world feels like it's against me... and me only. And I don't know how to deal with that."

Sunghoon rubs the tip of his nose as he sniffles. He seemed to be crying, but you can't tell because of the rain.

That's why you're both here, right?

"Whenever you feel like the world is against you... Trust that I'll be there to share the burden and the pain, even if I can't make it better."

But will you ever be able to do that?

You look at him, every ounce in you wanting to tell him your biggest secret. The one that caused a break-up, the one that tears you apart over and over again.

But before you can say anything, he turns and gently nudges you. You're confused, but he sucks is in a deep breath and shoves his hands into his pockets.

"The day your problems aren't mine is the day you walk down the isle with someone," He says, just loud enough for you to hear atop the rain. "And even then, I'll be there. Even if you want me to be your bridesmaid. Or maid-of-honour."

The peace in him is coursing through your veins, and it's bringing tears to your eyes again. You nod, then turn back to the water.

Your lips twist downwards in annoying disgust when your fingers recognise the coarseness of sand. Even after months of washing, the sand is still stuck in the pocket of the shorts. You open your door and pull the pocket inside-out, blatantly shaking whatever sand you can get out of it onto the corridor.

It's met with a couple of soft stares from neighbours staying on your floor, but their judgement is met with an eye roll. You shake the pair of shorts a little harder until they disappear from sight.

Satisfied with the amount you got out (there's a tiny little pool on the floor), you turn and walk back in, but the dangle off the door catches the corner of your eye.

You look at the doortag that Sunghoon had gotten you - a tiny wooden board, with a bicycle, a can of gin and a picture of you stuck on it, with your name written in his terrible handwriting. Brushing over the texture of the stuff stuck on it and the glue underneath, it's a gentle reminder that under all that teasing and dumb shit he says to you, he's a corny bastard at the end of the day.

The school's stationery store is relatively empty over the weekend, so you're grateful that you don't have to deal with the intrusive thoughts and feelings. You definitely don't need the competitive, toxic spirits that are camping in a stationery store over the weekend.

But you are halfway through choosing between snowflakes or snowballs (when you really should've gotten both anyway) when you hear a girl going off on a conversation on her phone.

It doesn't bother you, but she walks right by the decorative isle you were in, and spouts the name: "Park Sunghoon".

The name conjures an irritating, parasitic warmth in your heart, but simultaneously, it's making you want to rip the phone out of her hands.

She walks away, far enough to slap you back into your personal pool of thoughts and no longer hers.

A frown settles on your forehead as your hand flies up to your chest, desperate to count and measure the rate your heart was going at.

There's a million 'Park Sunghoon's' in the world, right? Sunghoon knows better than to hide a girl from you, besides... He'd be a God-damned asshole if he was flirting with someone else and telling Jake he was your boyfriend... right?

It takes alot for you to convince yourself that it's not the Sunghoon you know. It's not your best friend that she's giggling and chortling with over the fucking phone about her parents wanting to meet him because she's been missing him and telling them about him. It's not your best friend - the one who cycled with you in the rain and threw pebbles at your window - that she is clearly so in love with because you can't bring yourself to stand within a five metre distance from her.

The puppy love is overwhelming, and frankly, it's about to make you hurl.

You pay for a little wooden board, some rope and stickers and leave the store. You can still hear her laughing over the phone, and you wonder for a split second - what if it really was him?

Finding yourself at Sunghoon's door after a mere hour of haphazardly throwing his doortag together, you're a little startled when he opens the door in just pajama shorts and his blanket thrown over his shoulders.

"My God!" You hurriedly turn around, and his eyes immediately widen upon the sound of your voice.

"You- Couldn't you have given me a heads-up before I opened the fucking door?" He exclaims disapprovingly, turning around and grabbing the shirt hanging off his chair.

"What do you mean 'given you a heads-up'? Was I supposed to say 'Oi, open up! It's y/n!'?"

"That really wouldn't have hurt either of us," The door creaks again and you take it as a signal to turn around. This time, he's frantically combing his hair down from the mess he's made of it. "What do you want? It's barely noon."

"It's like 2pm."

"And?"

"And I... made you something," Tilting your body towards his door, you flick your finger against the little wooden board handing off it.

"What's that?" He frowns, walking over to the door and staring at it. "Aw, cute. Did you buy it from a thrift store?"

"Ouch," You slap him across the arm, and he returns it with a cheeky chuckle.

"It is cute, don't worry about it."

Dumping himself back in his bed, he pulls the blanket above his head and groans.

"By the way," Gently closing his door behind you, you find your heart racing. Which is weird. It never really does that when you're around him. "Can I ask something private?"

"Depends on how private you're asking about."

"Um... Did you... have any other close female friends before me?"

A pause. He pulls the blanket down and sits up, hair standing like a nest again.

"...Why?"

You shrug. Your heart is going to send you into a seizure.

"...Curious."

Sunghoon remains quiet, then scratches the back of his neck. This demeanor has been forgotten for awhile. The last time he has nothing to say, or seemed like he has a thousand thoughts in his mind whilst unable to articulate them was last seen when he was a new student in high school.

That awkward silence is a stab in your chest.

"Maybe. Did you run into Yereum?"

"Who the Hell is Yereum?"

His frown deepens. "I'm so confused right now."

"Imagine how I'm feeling."

Another pause. It's fucking killing you that you don't know what the fuck is going on.

"Yereum used to be my skating partner. We just drifted and everything when I moved but she's in the city for the weekend and I'm meeting her for tea."

What?

"Tea?" Really? That's the thing you ask about? "Since when do you have tea?"

"She likes pastries with hot tea. Anyway, why are you asking? Now, I'm starting to think you're just... crazy."

"I'm not crazy, I just heard someone talking on the phone and she mentioned your name."

He blinks once, then twice, then it clicks in his head. "Ah, you eavesdropped on someone's phone conversation and when my name came up, you immediately thought about me getting a girlfriend that you don't know about?"

Now, your heart is in your mouth. You want to open his door, take down his door tag and rip it into tiny, little pieces when his taunts fail to incite a comeback from you.

Sunghoon snorts, and he lifts a finger to you. "Always knew you had a little crush on me," He grabs his phone and unlocks it. "Is it her?"

And he shows you the world's prettiest girl you've ever laid your eyes on, as if you hadn't seen her just a few hours ago.

"Um, yeah," You nod gently, watching as he pulls the phone back to himself and he looks at the phone like it were a fucking baby.

"Yeah, she called me this morning to remind me about our tea appointment. Was telling me how her parents missed me and when I was going to go back to my hometown to visit them."

Like a hammer to a vase, your safe haven that is Sunghoon falls apart. The thought of him going back home, with her, and meeting her parents - what if they are arranged to get married and they don't hate it? What if they have the world's most beautiful babies and they love it? Then you'd be the asshole for hating on a baby, one that's your best friend's.

"Right," You clear your throat and nod. "It is 2pm, just about ten minutes ago. What time is your date?"

Will he correct me?

"3pm actually, thanks for the reminder," He gets off his bed and gets the door open for you. "I'll text when I'm done. Maybe we can go get supper tonight."

For the first time in a long time, you feel distant from him. The sight of him inviting you out of his room feels like a slap to your face. Is this karma for not sharing your secrets with him, the way he shares his secrets with you? Is this Hell, because your powers are better in your control? God really can't let you take a damn breather, can he?

"Sure," You nod nonchalantly and step out of his room. "I have work to do anyway. I might be late with replying."

"Don't worry about it, Yereum likes walking off her meals."

You walk off before he can close the door, simply because you did not have much pride left. Who does he think he is, swaddling and hopping around with her like two stupid deer in the forest? Bambi and Faline? Please!

"Fine," You mutter under your breath as you return to your room. The truth was, it was week two of college. There's no homework due the following week, and who studies their lecture notes prior to class? "I have my own friends."

Unlocking your phone, you scroll down the list of recent chats - then you find the one name that you were meant to catch up with, but never did.

Beomgyu has that annoying pout on his face when you find him in the cafe just a ten minute bus ride away from college. You've always wanted to slap that look away, even if it was for fun.

"You must've been bored to ask me out on a café date," Beomgyu rests both arms on the table and fits his chin into his palm as you sit opposite him.

"No, I was doing work and then remembered that I told you I'd text you after that night but I didn't."

"Right. So, you're here to explain to me why you were snogging on my sunbed... But Isa tells me you're not with Jake any more."

Oops. You blink at him, clearing your throat and arranging the lines of explanation in sequence. Parting your lips, and ready to say something, but it turns into a holding-your-breath exercise when his eyes turn from wide-and-wondering to squinting-and-suspicious.

"You're fucking your ex."

"What? No!"

"So why were you snogging him even though you're broken up?"

"We were not snogging."

"Are you calling me a liar?"

You groan in frustration, rubbing your face in your palms and resting your index and thumb on your temples.

"We were drunk. He kissed me. I was stunned. Took me awhile to back off. And then that was it."

He pauses, considering the degree of truth in what you just said.

"Someone saw you getting into some other guy's car after that party too. That your boyfriend?"

"No! He's a friend. He sent me to your party and went for a family dinner and came to pick me up."

Beomgyu leans back in his seat, brows raised and a little smile curled in the corner of his lips. "Friend, eh?"

You roll your eyes.

When you're in your teenage years (I mean 13-16), that's when life feels the hardest sometimes. You're desperately trying to find your purpose, your likes and dislikes. How to say 'yes' and 'no' at the appropriate times. You worry about the smallest details like homework that's due tomorrow, whilst simultaneously worrying about whether you'd be dead from some terminal illness ten years from now because you had a little cramp in your chest.

Those were the years you learn that the world is so much bigger than you are, and yet all you can think about is yourself and how everything is constantly against you.

Life before your gift (or curse) was truly simpler, because you only had all of those to worry about. Whether your friends remembered to invite you to a birthday party, about whether the converse shoes you were wearing fit in with the popular crowd or the not-so-cool kids.

Jake was but someone in your class who was randomly dumped next to you on a new school year due to arranged seatings. You'll never know if the teacher had been playing cupid, but that decision has rippled through years of your growth as a person.

Before the curse, you were the average girl. The true average girl, who didn't really like boys because of how annoying they seemed to be, bitched on the bitchier girls in class despite them going through the same things as you do. You had your own set of opinions, like everybody else did. You weren't the particularly mysterious girl that boys always drifted towards in stories and film, nor were you the popular girl that they drooled about.

That's always how it is, isn't it? That a girl's measure is how many boys are interested in her?

Jake was just someone you were grateful to have as your tablemate. He could do anything related to math and physics and thanks to him, you developed a kind of wander for the subjects. He picked the topics up so easily in class, it got kind of annoying after awhile, but without him, it would've been an unattainable dream to even pass the subjects.

It's because of him that you eventually fell in love with the subjects, and began majoring in it thereafter. He had changed the trajectory of your life and future (or maybe he simply just gave you a trajectory). You hadn't even realised it until you found yourself telling Jake you were going to do math and science in college after you graduate.

You'll never forget the feeling of finally fucking understanding a concept in physics, thanks to his dumbed down explanation for you. You hated Fleming's Left-Hand Rule, but for awhile after, it became something you did with Jake, like a cool handsign, just to piss Beomgyu off.

Jake had this beautiful pride that glowed through his eyes and his face when you finally took an understanding to the things he was teaching you. He knew how frustrating it was when you couldn't understand something - that's him with literature.

When the final two neurons in your brain finally connected and allowed you the grand understanding of electromagnetism, you had a huge moment of 'Oh, my God'ness, where your jaw was hung wide open, eyes peeled and brows raised and you're incessantly tapping your pen against the edge of your table.

"Youre a fucking genius, do you know that?" You excitedly chuckle, flipping through the worksheet and finally understanding nearly everything in it.

"Didn't think it took you so long to realise that," He laughs in response, resting his hand in his palm as he watches the gears in your brains churn.

"I'll get you one of those dog plushies when I get that B for physics."

"B?" He sits up and frowns. "A 'B' is just an 'A' with mistakes. Careless mistakes. And mistakes can be avoided."

"Words of the wise ol' one," You snort and look up at him.

There's a moment that you wished you knew how it would change your life. People say puppy love is just puppy love. It never lasts and it never does anything for you. It's just for fun.

But the little glimmer in his eyes when he hopes you're thinking the same thing he was not the start of puppy love, it was the start of a story that would never have seemed to have an ending.

He'd become the one that you'll never be able to escape, the one that comes around to haunt you under the disguise of 'checking in on you'. You'd hate it, but you can't hate him, because he is part of those crucial years that he helped get you through.

Honestly, it hadn't occurred to you that his life had taken a dramatic downturn too, especially when you were given your powers. Not until months after your break up.

Jake had treated you so perfectly. Like a princess who was waited on and a grumpy toddler always crying and in a mood - that it didn't occur to you he was also watching the love of his crucial years fall apart as well.

Perhaps if you knew this would happen, you would've chosen not to be the one who put that brutal stop to the budding love you had. The dream, the thought of "I will marry my first love" slowly vanished into thin air when the days got harder.

As if having consistent existential crises as a teenager wasn't hard enough, you'd have to go through the ones others go through. That wasn't fucking fair.

It's not fair that you had to suffer, not just one, but multiple existential crises, and having it snowball into something bigger... Something that affected and tore apart your life's relationships as if it wasn't already difficult... Even to this day, you cannot swallow.

God must hate me to be doing this to me.

Jake had watched your personality dull. Before your powers, you had tried your best to look at the brighter side of days. When it rained, the flowers and greenery were being waters. When it was sunny, you could go cycling with him.

But after, you were constantly feeding off your already-distant guardian of a grandparent. Rain meant you could stay indoors and mope your day away. Sun meant everybody would be out and that meant headaches, dizzy spells and mood swings.

It had crushed him to know that you were no longer the average Jill that he fell in love with, and it hurt even more when he had realised you were slipping through his fingers like sand. Fine sand, that would drift away in the wind and disappear.

You becoming special was the guillotine to your love with him, even if it wasn't making the two of you fall out of love, it was making it difficult.

It keeps you up at night sometimes, thinking about how much Jake had suffered and you didn't know. He had always been there for you, because you were always the victim. But who ever asks after the caretaker, especially when he is the only one who knows?

How many times had he cried himself to sleep, afraid that he would lose you the next day? Did he know the day was coming? Did he know that all the laughter, jokes and tutoring that you had shared with him was coming to an end?

He had left such a huge impact on your life, that it echoed into your college choice, into the way you see the stars and space and the things that move around you.

But he wasn't there anymore. He had given a piece of himself, and you made it a part of you. It no longer looked and felt like him, it's just something that you liked as a person.

You like physics. But only you knew who taught you how to love it.

Your first date with Jake was at that beach. The same beach you bring everyone important to. The same beach which sand you throw in the wind and kick until it covers the sole of your shoe.

It must tear Jake apart if he knew you were bringing Sunghoon to where you shared for your first kiss, your first hand-holding.

And that's without being able to read his feelings.

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[imyourbratzdoll]

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week 2 - day 5 - kinktober - cream pie and breeding kink - tutor jake jensen x student reader.

warning - cream pie and breeding kink.

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18+ only please, the gifs and headers aren’t mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

“I’m still not getting it, is it supposed to be doing this?” I look at Jake with wide eyes, scared of failing. Jake shakes his head, leaning closer and looking at what my computer is doing. I chew nervously on my bottom lip, noticing the disappointment in his eyes.

“How’d you manage this, hmm?” He types away, trying to fix all the mistakes I made. Jake pushes his glasses up, clearing his throat as he tries to ignore you, trying to desperately will away the dirty thoughts in his mind. All he wants to do is push this stupid laptop away and fuck you in that little dress.

“I–I don’t know, I’m sorry.” A hiccup leaves your lips as you try to hold back your tears, Jake looks over, and his cock hardens. His eyes land on your hardened nipple. The way your chest moves up and down, the harder you try to hold back your sobs. Jake places a hand on your thigh, closing his eyes for a split second.

“It’s okay. We’ll fix it. This is why I’m here, to help your little brain understand this.” Tears are still in your eyes, threatening to spill. You nod, watching Jake. 

“Okay… Thank you, Professor.” Jake’s cock throbs when you use the title he told you to call him. He moves the chair back before patting his thigh. Watching your doe-like eyes dart to his bulge, his veiny hand, and his thigh, your tongue pokes out as you subconsciously lick your lips.

“Sit here. It’ll make it easier for me to teach you” Jake has to try and hold the dark look in his eyes back. You look at him curiously but get up and slowly sit down on his thigh, not wanting to disrespect him. Jake bites down on his lip hard, holding back the groan that wants to escape. His hands grip the side of the chair until his knuckles turn white. The feeling of you throbbing against him is getting to him, desperately wanting to throw all morals out the window and fuck you until you are full of his cum and pregnant with his kids.

His cock twitches at the thought of how your tight cunt would feel wrapped around him. His thoughts are interrupted, “are you sure this is appropriate, professor?” you start to wiggle around, trying to get comfy on his lap. Your ass is brushing up against his bulge, which causes you to get curious and wiggle against it more. Jake’s eyes roll to the back of his head as you rub against his bulge. “Professor? There’s something in your pants, and it’s making it hard to get comfortable.” Jake swears he could’ve cum right then and there just from your innocence.

He grabs your hips, moving you so your back is flat against his chest and your pussy is directly on top of his cock, his length being hugged by your lips. Jake’s hips buck up slightly from the feeling causing a soft whimper to exit your lips. His lips move close to your ear as he whispers, his voice sending shivers down your spine and straight to your core, causing it to throb around his cock. “Don’t worry, bunny. This is very appropriate, but you can only do this with me, okay?” You nod, softly grinding down.

“Now, look towards the screen, and I’ll show you what you need to do.” You are both focused on the laptop screen for a while until Jake feels you slowly start to grind against him, huffing out something about being uncomfortable. He grips your hips, “what’s up, bunny?” His hands stroke your sides.

“Hmph, I’m uncomfortable.” Jake feels you snuggle against him. For a second, he’s confused until he feels your pussy throb against him and a wetness build. The pieces are put together when he realises uncomfortable is horny. Y/n looks at him from over her shoulder. “Can you please help, Professor? It hurts.” Jake’s mouth drops open when you pout.

He nods, his cock leaking as his fantasy comes true. Lifting Y/n and bending her over the table, Jake lifts her dress, moaning at the sight of her soaked knickers. “Okay, bunny. Are you okay with this?” She whines, nodding. “Words,” Jake growls, his cock straining against his pants.

“Yes, yes. I’m okay with this. Please, make the tingles go away. It hurts so much.” Y/n pushes herself back, grinding against his bulge, trying to relieve her pain. Jake grabs her hips, stopping her from moving before he moves his hand down to her core and rubs her through her knickers. Her moans fill the room as he rubs her little button before pulling them to the side, his mouth waters at her glistening lips.

Jake quickly unzips his pants, taking his weeping cock out before lining it with her hole. His eyes rolled to the back of his head at the feeling of being against her. “Are you sure you want this, bunny?” She repeatedly says yes, trying to push back into him so his cock slips inside but can’t move with how he’s holding her in place.

Slowly pushing inside, a groan fills the room. “Fuck, bunny, such a tight little girl. Jesus, fuck.” His hips jerk, cock slipping deeper inside you. Your walls hugging him, feeling every vein on his length, the feeling makes you moan, wiggling your hips wanting more friction. Jake looks down, and the sight is something he’s dreamed about, touched his cock too. He thrusts harder and faster into your sopping cunt, watching himself disappear and reappear, his balls slapping against your little button.

“Fuck, bunny. Do you- fuck -do you know how long I’ve wanted to do this. Bury my cock so deep inside of you and fill you with my cum, repeating it over and over again until you fall pregnant with my kids.” Jake feels you clench down on him at the thought, your little cunt spasming around him as you cum, “fuck, look at you. Cumming at the thought of being pregnant.” His cock throbs when he feels you clench again, placing a hand on your back and pushing you into the table as his hips jerk roughly into you.

His length hits every spot inside of you. Your moans are like music to Jake’s ears. Reaching down, he starts to rub your clit. Loving the way you scream his name, his pace speeds up when he feels his end approaching. “Fuck, bunny. I’m going to cum, and you will take it all. You going to make me a daddy?” Y/n nods, tears rolling down her cheeks as her orgasm explodes, squirting all over Jake’s cock and his clothes.

Jake’s eyes widen, and his cock twitches wildly as he cums deep inside her cunt. Still thrusting as much as he can as he empties himself, Jake slowly pulls out before getting on his knees and looking at her used cunt. His cock hardens again as he watches his cream slowly leak out of her. Two fingers push his cum back inside before leaning forward and placing a kiss on her clit.

“You did good, bunny, but we’re gonna have to do this your whole lesson, just to make sure it takes.”

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Hmm. Idk how many you allow, but, if it’s limited, I’m okay if you delete some of mine to make room for others! If it’s okay, I’d like to request something else! You’ll start to see I have some favorites 😂 anyway! Can I get headcanons for the circus troupe characters of your choice falling for someone playful and kind, someone they considered “normal” but realize that they’re treated like an outcast because they don’t follow the current society’s expectations/social norms? It doesn’t matter how many of them you do or don’t do! It’s your time and your work! It’ll be wonderful either way! Thank you very much! And no pressure or anger if you decide not to do it!

hey, you guys are NEVER limited on how many requests you want to send! as long as the askbox is open, SEND TO YOUR LIL HEARTS’ CONTENT!!

soooo I decided to do reactions instead of headcanons! headcanon sets are usually longer than reactions and I’ve decided to implement a character limit for different types of content; 3 characters for fics/scenarios, 5 characters for headcanon sets, and 10 characters for reactions.

mainly just an effort to keep my sanity and keep things from getting waaaay too long for single requests~

HOWEVER, I hope you enjoy regardless!! I started out not writing much for each one and they got progressively longer and I feel like that happens a lot with me XD

also I somehow never made a header for poor Dagger and Wendy?? SO THAT WAS FUN TRYING TO REMEMBER HOW I’D SET IT UP............. not me crying because I had to redo Dagger’s simply because the text outline wasn’t thick enough so it didn’t match the rest of them

BEAST

Lord, but they’re just so… so perfect?? It takes her a very long time for her to even think of them in any other light. The fact that they’re so sweet and kind just leads her to put them on this ‘unattainable’ pedestal. They’re normal. They’re not too big or too small or missing pieces or have extra pieces or… anything like her or her family. It starts to click when she sees them trying to mingle after watching one of the troupe’s shows. Nobody else is paying them much mind, all either ignoring them or actively saying rude things about them. That’s when she begins interacting with them more like… two people. Just people. By the time she realizes that her feelings have turned romantic, suddenly (Name) is very, very much attainable.

DAGGER

Look at them! No, seriously, everyone look at them. And then look… at him. There’s no way in hell he could have a chance with someone like that, right? Well, luckily he’s had practice with hiding his feelings and treating people totally normally, so he can manage just fine. He’s glad to be (Name)’s friend, at any rate; they really are a great person, far as he’s concerned. When they’re hanging around the troupe, it’s too easy for him to forget that… well… they’re quite lonely. That they tell him they don’t want to leave because nobody else really likes them strikes a chord with him. That’s around the time he resolves to spend as much time with them as he can. He’s always thought of them as ‘normal’, so he… wants to make them feel normal.

DOLL/FRECKLES

(Name) is just like… they’re so… so whoa. They’ve got this smile that lights up the room, hell, it could light up the whole world and they always have a sweet word for everyone and they never seem to get tired! Freckles wishes they could be like that sometimes… er, even though one side of them is certainly like that. (Name) is really what they aspire to be like; this kind person who’s bubbly and charming and normal. What Freckles doesn’t realize is that (Name) thinks of them the same way. The biggest thing is that Freckles doesn’t really treat (Name) any differently. Sure, they’re normal, but they’re also still just a person, aren’t they? Things actually progress quite easily from there, because the two of them aren’t thinking of each other as ‘out of my league’ or anything like that.

JOKER

They’re really something else, aren’t they? Well, there’s never enough sunshine in the circus, so as far as he’s concerned, they’re always welcome if they really want to hang around here! On the surface he acts carefree as ever. Deeper, however… it’s just so damn complicated. Even though he very much enjoys their company and thinks they’re a positive influence in everyone’s lives, he feels like he himself is unworthy of their light. Every time they get close, he second guesses what to do. Then he catches a glimpse of how the rest of the world treats (Name). They seem to feel just as alone in the world as he and his family. They might be ‘normal’ by the troupe’s standards, but they don’t… fit in. After that, he quietly reminds them that no matter what, they’ll always belong here among the circus, if they want to. That’s the first step to something a little… more.

JUMBO

Strange enough that someone who doesn’t have anything ‘wrong’ with them wants to hang around the circus in the first place. Stranger still that they’re getting cozy with the rest of the troupe. Shouldn’t they be with… you know… other normal people? It’s not that he doesn’t want them here, but he simply doesn’t quite understand it. He wonders what they’re seeing in everyone that makes them want to be here. Much as they all know that the inside matters, the rest of the world seems not to agree. That said, though, he’s got a soft spot for kind people like (Name), so it’s only a matter of time before he starts to admit to himself that he’s falling for them. Despite that he treats them with a lot of care, he… struggles to say anything to them about it. In his mind, it’s one thing to be with people like the troupe as friends; something romantic? That’s so different. If he confesses, it’s going to be a very shy, self-conscious confession indeed.

PETER

Oi, why are they hanging around so much, anyway? Just having a gawk at all the sideshow acts, right?! He’s got so many walls up, it makes China jealous, so… he’s very, very bitter to the idea of (Name) trying to make friends with all of them. He thinks they have some great life to return to, so he doesn’t get why they’re out here playing at being some kind of… some kind of what, anyway? A one-person charity pitying the poor circus freaks? On some level he does realize that their kindness is genuine. It’s just not something he comes across often outside his family, so he tries to think up any other explanation. And when he realizes he’s got feelings for them? … Fuck. He doesn’t even really know what to do, so he probably ends up not doing anything until his feelings suddenly explode and he’s yelling at them about how great they are and how they’ve ruined everything by getting him and the others “used to” being treated nicely and what happens when they decide they don’t care anymore?! It’s… a bit of a mess.

SNAKE

(Hold on! Did they just… they just petted me.) It would seem so, Wilde. (… Well, are they going to get ME next??) Hold on, Goethe, wait your turn. Particularly if they’re not the least bit afraid of the snakes, this is the kind of person who Snake gets incredibly nervous around. Not because he thinks they’re going to hurt him, but because kindness has been so rare in his life before the other circus members, he’s just… not quite accustomed to it yet. Even though it’s much better than being abused, someone so bright and sweet still stuns him a little. He’s in awe of them and their gentle smile, their caring words, the way they flit from one person to another spreading joy. And he knows what romantic feelings are like, of course, but he’s so thoroughly shy that he doesn’t think he’s anywhere near good enough for (Name). Still… he’s glad to be in their company, for as long as they think they can tolerate him. He enjoys being around them and their happy attitude, even if the rest of the world doesn’t seem grateful for it. (They don’t know wot they’re missing, bunch’a bloody gits.) Rudely worded, Wilde, but not inaccurate.

WENDY

Sure, look at them, being all kind… they’re a good person, until they’re not. This sort of personality is usually some kind of act, trying to make people feel secure only to stab them in the back. Although she’s not as openly contemptuous as her brother, she’s forever waiting for the shoe to drop. She thinks that (Name)’s sweetness and cheerful disposition can’t last forever, because aside from their little family, nobody has ever accepted them like this. Still, unlike Peter, she’s a bit quieter about everything; fake kindness is better than cruelty until it stops, so she’s not giving them a reason for it to stop. Somewhere in all this, she starts to… believe it’s not an act. Their kindness is extended to her quite often, and she begins to realize how much she enjoys that. They might be normal, but they seem to still be just a lonely person, and she understands what that feels like. Her confession is rather quiet, frank, in admitting that she knows they may not want to be with her. Even so, she still had to tell them, and… well, what happens from there is… up to the two of them.

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