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nebulations · 1 year ago
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[ID: Naruto fanart of genin Naruto and Kakashi walking through a snowy area whole being trailed by penguins. Naruto excitedly puffs breath into the air while Kakashi watches the penguin's antics. End ID]
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pinkie-pinkeroni · 4 months ago
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LATE TO POST BUT WEEKLY OC RECAP IS HERE BABY!!!!!
🔥💖🦌VENUS EDITION🦌💖🔥
okay so i know i said i'd do one different oc a day but *listen* i have so many different versions of venus in different aus, they're all basically just ocs right???? besides i'm showing off over 300 Actually Completely Different ocs throughout the year so i Think i can just post different flavors of venus for like a week. it's fine!
and of couuurse since i'm drawing ocxcanon ships in february, i just Had to draw venus with all their different partners! (and all my favorite characters lmfaooooo)
tune in next week for more mushy ocxcanon bs!!!! february isn't over yet! 💖
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ineedtoscreamintoapillow · 4 months ago
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I love the tags that person used 🤣
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"Hey look! I finally got the grump to do something!"
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Some more art of Sasuke and Charasuke
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qlossytbh · 1 year ago
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I am obsessed with this edit!
Can you do a spencer reid x bau reader where she is very closed off emotionaly so he doesnt know if she likes him back or not until she does the little "tuck her hair behind her ears thing"?
𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤 - 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐝 𝐱 𝐛𝐚𝐮!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
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𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 you were someone spencer found very hard to read. that is until the day of your birthday, where you accidentally do the infamous double tuck
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 PURE FLUFF, my beloved awkward spence <3
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 2.5k
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 this is so sickeningly sweet. my heart is literally about to implode, they’re so awkward and wholesome. this request was so fucking cute i just had to do something with it
𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
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"Garcia!" You smiled sweetly, immediately infecting those around with a mirror of your very smile. You held one of your favorite candles between your hands, tracing the glass beneath your fingertips— You had just been meaning to buy a new one.
Garcia beamed proudly, knowing she had nailed your birthday gift, a task many deemed imposible. It’s not that you were hard to please, not at all. You had always been closed off with those around you, opting to talk very little about yourself and allowing people to talk a lot about themselves, which is what people nowadays loved doing. As a profiler, you knew exactly how to prevent prying eyes from seeing anything past the depths of yours.
However, to Spencer particularly, it was absolutely infuriating to not be able to read you properly. Any hypothesis he made up in his head based on any of your gazes, your gestures, your small quirks and antics— only turned out being proven wrong since you'd completely redirect him in an opposite direction to what he believed you were thinking.
He was constantly thrown off by you, and Spencer wasn't the type of person who particularly enjoyed being wrong or not being able to perfectly calculate and analyze a situation. His job was profiling after all.
There was a single reason and he tried to remain completely oblivious. But he knew that the only reason as to why he wanted so desperately to know about you was because he liked you— he really liked you.
As in 'became a blabbering mess around you' liked you, as in 'couldn't formulate a coherent sentence around you' liked you— It was so hard for him to act normal around you. Anytime you appeared out of no where, asking how his day had been, and offering another one of those teeth-rottening sweet smiles, he'd go blank and feel utterly stupid. Every aspect of being a genius vanished into thin air when it came to you.
Morgan teased him persistently, being able to see his fuming crush from a mile away. Spencer sat down quietly, watching you hug Garcia happily as you sat the candle down onto your desk. When you pulled away, you tucked a single strand of hair behind one ear, smiling brightly.
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"So, has she done it yet?" Morgan inquired, appearing right behind Spencer as he watched you silently from his own desk. Spencer flinched, turning immediately in his chair, looking over at his fellow co-worker and friend like a deer caught in headlights. He used his hand to push Morgan's face away from his with a shove. Garcia, who accompanied Morgan, stood by the side, bemused entirely by the situation .
Morgan lowered his tone, lacing it with implicit teases that flew past his familiar smirk. He leaned against Spencer's desk. "So how's the stalking going Lover boy?"
Garcia laughed to herself unwittingly while she mixed her coffee around in her mug with a spoon. Spencer glowered at the two of them.
"I'm not stalking," He defended matter of factly. "And stop with the 'lover boy'"
"But that's what you'd call someone who's head over heels for our dear little—"  Morgan began saying in a sing-song voice as he poked at Spencer's cheek, desperate to get a reaction out of his constant teasing. With a firm slap, Spencer shooed him away, blushing profusely.
"I'm not.!" He fussed. Garcia let out a soft snort, to which Spencer was not amused by. In the slightest.
"Really?" Garcia asked, almost in amusement. The only one truthfully believing what Spencer was saying was himself.
"I'm just looking t-to—" Spencer pulled his lips into a flat line, unable to come up with a plausible excuse quick enough. "—to figure out what she may want for her birthday."
Garcia and Morgan exchanged a brief glance before simultaneously regarding Spencer. He sputtered, still glaring at them.
"What?!"
"Oh nothing.." Garcia took a sip of her coffee with a smirk. "Has she done it yet?"
"I asked the same thing!" Derek turned to Garcia. They laughed together as if one big secret was being tossed around in front of everyone and no one else knew. Spencer furrowed his brows, looking at them oodly.
"Done what?" Spencer couldn't help but ask, curiosity tickling him.
"The double tuck," Garcia stated, looking back over at Reid. The furrow in Spencer's brow deepened as he opened his mouth to speak.
"The—what?"
Derek then proceeded to give a very specific demonstration of whatever it was Garcia was talking about. Derek batted his lashes, putting on the most innocent face he could muster and giggled nervously as he pretended to tuck hair behind both ears. Spencer cringed at his antics while Garcia let out a laugh.
"When she really likes a guy and gets nervous she tucks her hair behind both ears at the same time,"
Spencer looked back over at you as you handed a fellow co-worker a few files, talking aimlessly. You threw your head back laughing at something the woman who chatted with you had said and Spencer couldn't stop a small smile from creeping it’s way onto his face.
"She hasn't," He said, still looking at you intently. Garcia and Derek shared a look and with one more sip of coffee, she added.
"She will.”
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"Watch out lover boy, she'll catch you staring—" Morgan whispered in Spencer's ear, which only caused him to reach back in protest and slap Derek away. He turned to glare at him while Morgan laughed.
You thanked Garcia one final time and turned your attention over at Morgan who was now laughing in a way that you felt intrigued enough to want to be involved in whatever it was the two of them were laughing at. You tilted your head slightly to the side, furrowing your brows with a smile.
"What's so funny over there boys?" Penelope asked, lips curving into a sly smirk while she crossed her arms across her body. Spencer froze, looking over at you immediately.
"Uh— we, uhm—" He stammered, cheeks beginning to buzz with heat. Before he could dig his grave any deeper, JJ and Emily walked into the room singing happy birthday with a tray of cupcakes in their hands.
You turned to them, eyes blowing wide. A nervous laugh erupted out of you, causing you to lower your face and hide it in your hands, feeling profusely embarrassed. Getting this kind of public attention wasn’t something you preferred, and it made you wonder if there was anyone that truthfully enjoyed getting their chants of happy birthday’s in public.
Spencer’s could practically feel and hear the way his heart bursted in his chest as he watched you crinkle your face in embarrassment. It was evident on every single fraction of his face— the awe that pooled behind his irises and the way his cheeks were tainted a specific shade of pink.
"Someone's fallin'—" Derek started.
"Shut up."
The day had gone by swiftly. It had been a slow and uneventful day, so no crimes were up for reviewing. You had instead, been drowned in paperwork that had your back aching by the end of the day.
However, being surrounded by all of your friends and receiving so much appreciation and love on your special day had been a plus, urging you further to push throughout the rest of the day.
Hotch had given you an okay to leave early, and knowing that your parents were waiting for you to take you out for your birthday dinner, you hurriedly packed up your things into your purse.
On your way out, you shot a goodbye to everyone with a bright smile plastered across your features. As you walked past Spencer's desk, you offered him a brief glance accompanied with a small wave. “Bye Spence,"
He waved back woefully, blinking rapidly and pressing his lips into a tight smile that inched sideways. Not wanting to give himself the pleasure of gawking at you further, he turned to his files, swirling his pen in his hand nervously.
Someone cleared their throat, catching Spencer's attention. He turned seeing JJ, Emily and Morgan peering over at him from their respective desks.
"Really?" Emily pinched the skin between her eyebrows with frustration.
"What?" Suddenly he was feeling mortified that all his co-workers had been watching his entire inner-turmoil.
"Did you even give her the gift you spent weeks putting together?" JJ tested, resting her chin in her hand. Spencer looked away sheepishly, scribbling something onto his paper and not entirely sure how JJ knew about it.
"I— I forgot.." He said, voice small while he tripped over his own words.
"Reid, just get out there," Derek urged. He was beginning to get restless with watching the two of you ghost around eachother like two idiots.
Spencer stopped scribbling and glanced over at you briefly as you walked out the main door that lead towards the elevators. He looked back over to the others who all shot him a look of encouragement. He supposed that it wouldn't be a bad idea just to— you know, give you your present.
The impulse in him was screaming and yelling at him to just get up and chase after you. But another part of him was forcing him to stay glued to his desk, letting you leave yet again.
It really didn't help him not being sure where you stood when it came to your friendship. At times, he’d get the smallest intuition that maybe, just even possibly, you were on the same page as him, but the insecurity that lingered within him was loud enough to prevent him from ever doing anything about it.
He had to get over himself— it was just a present. Everyone had given you one except him, and he didn't want you thinking he didn't care. He knew he didn't give it to you not because he didn't care but because he cared too much and he felt really scared that maybe by giving you his gift you may not—
He clapped his eyes shut, realizing he really had to stop overthinking and just, in the ‘wise’ words of Morgan, 'shoot his shot'.
Spencer, peered down at his pocket, and back over at the door.
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You pushed the glass door open, looking down at your phone and tugging your scarf up to cover your nose from the piercing cold.
"Y/n!" You turned, surprised to see Spencer running through the lobby and out the main door, catching up to you.
You watching him, wide-eyed and taken aback as he jogged up to you, opening his mouth to say something but having to lean over to catch his breath. He didn’t know if it had been the brief run or the unforeseen anxiety that caused him to run out of breathe— whichever it was, he needed to work on it.
You let out a soft laugh, finding his behavior amusing. “You okay?”
You followed him with your gaze while he finally straightened himself. No words were said as his chest heaved. He looked into your eyes, immediately regretting it as his rapid pulse hammered against his head. You too began to feel your heart begin to pick up its pace until you found yourself reaching up and tucking your hair behind both ears, looking at the floor sheepishly
And there it was.
Spencer's mind stopped running the second he registered your movements and Garcia's words flashed across his mind so quickly he almost didn’t remember.
"When she really likes a guy and gets nervous she tucks her hair behind both ears at the same time,"
"I, uhm—" He started, trying to prevent a grin from rising onto his face at his newfound information.
You watched him curiously, starting to wonder if his cheeks were turning pink due to how cold it was or if he was possibly blushing.
Spencer reached into his pocket and took out a small chained bracelet. It was small and dainty— nothing too flashy or flamboyant. He held his slightly trembling hand out to you, revealing the small, nearly minuscule butterfly charm that sat on center of it. You stared at it in awe, reaching over and grasping it.
As you stared at it, you recalled the first conversation you had with Spencer. It was nearly spring and you were on one of your first cases with the team. As you inspected one of the crime scenes, a butterfly had suddenly latched onto your wrist.
You looked at the small insect, briefly startled, but once realizing the absence of danger, you quickly allowed yourself to gaze upon the bug with curiosity and awe.
Spencer watched you intently. He knew close to nothing about you, but something inside him twisted with your tender gaze towards something so small and fragile. He couldn’t stop himself from opening his mouth and beginning one of his endless rants on that specific species of butterfly and how butterflies were a symbolism of good luck and, oh so on.
He couldn't stop talking and that was the first impression you had gotten from Spencer. He was profusely embarrassed afterwards, realizing he had probably overstepped a boundary you had yet to set given since— he really didn't know you all that much.
However, you smiled at him and asked him to tell you more. Since that day, butterflies had become your favorite.
And since that day, Spencer felt his heart double in size any time you were near him.
"Spence," You looked back up at him. "This is beautiful."
He smiled awkwardly, and shuffled on his heels, feeling his pulse quicken. How fast can one’s pulse beat? "I didn't want you thinking I had forgotten about a gift I just, didn't really know when to give it to you and I though—"
You watched his every movement intently, noticing the small pool of fog leave his mouth with each breath due to the cold, not even trying to avoid lingering your gaze on his lips.
"No! No—" You waved your hands in front of him frantically, panicking at the thought of him feeling in any way obligated to get you stuff, even if it was your birthday. It felt too indulgent from him— especially from him.
“It's okay..! You didn't have to get me anything, much less something so special,"
"I—" Spencer looked to the side. With the simple confirmation of your little hair tuck, he decided to push his luck, relying completely on Garcia’s analysis. "I wanted to."
You felt heat all over your face. You grabbed the small chain and easily slipped it onto your wrist, looking at it in awe. You once again, unconsciously tucked your hair behind both of your ears. Spencer noticed this but this time, he allowed himself to smile widely like kid on christmas morning.
You smiled down at it. Spencer watched you, eyes pooling with affection. You looked back up at him, realizing the way his gazed lingered on you. There was some form of affection that was quite evident, but you couldn’t allow yourself to think anything of it. Nothing was said, and that made you incredibly nervous.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something but not being able to. The mix of the piercing cold and the invasive anxiety wasn’t doing him any good as his shoulders shook lightly. You took notice, and it made sense since he had chased you down in nothing but a blue button up shirt. Without a single word, you reached for your scarf and unwrapped it from your neck. You’d do okay with the cold. You had enough layers— and you were blushing enough to heat your whole body up.
You pushed yourself onto the tip of your toes, wrapping it around Spencer's neck in order to give him some sort of warmth. Spencer immediately grew dizzy, failing to ignore how the scarf smelled just like you always did— a burnt vanilla mixed with the sweetest notes of sugared petals, warm and inviting. He also failed to ignore how close you suddenly were.
Something in you flipped and with a slap of encouragement, you once again pushed yourself onto your toes and planted a tender kiss onto his cheek, staining it ever so slightly with the soft red chapstick you were wearing.
"Blue looks good on you," You said, hands still playing with the blue scarf that sat comfortably around his neck. You wish you could’ve taken a picture of his face, starstruck and dizzy.
You caught the small red stain on his cheek. You smiled, reaching up and smudging your thumb across the stain. "So does red."
Spencer had nearly felt his knees buck. Your sudden bold moves were causing him to spin. It had always been so hard trying to decipher your intentions and antics, but with you standing so close to him, for the first time, he found everything so clear and evident. Like the last layer of secrecy had been ripped off in the matter of seconds and he was entranced.
That could be part of the reason as to why Spencer couldn’t stop himself from leaning down and placing a firm kiss onto your lips.
You froze momentarily, completely caught off guard, especially since you had always thought what you felt for Spencer was one-sided. But soon enough, you eased and smiled into the kiss. It was sweet and soft, innocent and pure, and it was perfect.
He pulled away harshly, suddenly realizing what he had done. "I’m—"
“No!—“ You were surprised at the lack of stability in your voice. “T-that was fine,”
Oh if one could kick themselves. Fine?!
He cleared his throat, words caught deep into his throat. You blushed profusely, wanting to slap yourself back into reality as you grew more and more fidgety and nervous.
"I—" You both said simultaneously. This was embarrassing.
You shot him a nervous smile as you both proceeded to stumble upon each-others words, neither being able to form a coherent sentance.
"Are— Are you doing anything tomorrow..?" Spencer asked, anxiety clawing at him relentlessly.
"No," You felt anticipation in your chest as you shuffled your grip on your purses strap.
"Would you want to?—” He asked, voice small, as if testing the waters and terrified to how you would reply. “You know, do something..?”
A giddy smile grew onto your face, as your hands reached up, and for a third time, tucked hair behind both ears.
"I’d love to," You said. Spencer felt like he was on cloud nine.
"Great! Uh—" He glanced down, pursing his lips. "Cool..”
You stifled a laugh, as he peered over at you with a smile. "I'll text you,"
"Cool.." You pointed over to your car, realizing that it was getting late. "I'm going to, uh—"
A grin that stretched from ear to ear was plastered across Spencer face as you began walking away, also smiling to yourself giddily. Once your back was turned to him, you squeezed your eyes shut, nearly jumping with joy.
"Happy birthday..!" He shot out. You turned, offering him a wave. Spencer watched until you climbed into your car and left the driveway, with the widest, most stupidly huge smile plastered all over his face.
Of course, when he reappeared at his desk, wrapped in your scarf, cheek stained slightly, and the most dazed look splattered all across his features, Morgan didn't skip the opportunity to tease the hell out of him— again.
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blank-potato · 3 months ago
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Family Affair
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Pairing: Lochlan Ratliff x Stepmother!Reader x Saxon Ratliff
Summary:
“Are you alright?” Saxon asks with fake concern, his voice dripping with mock sweetness. “Peachy," You grunt out through gritted teeth. His hand travels further, sliding up your leg, and you curse yourself for wearing a dress today. His fingers are teasingly light as he softly touches your panties, touching, but not enough to actually give you what you want. Lochlan notices the shift in your posture, how you curl in on yourself a little. It doesn’t take a genius to see what’s happening; it just takes someone who isn’t wrapped up in their own world. Or After boundaries were pushed between you and both siblings, Saxon is intent on teasing you without giving you what you want, whereas Lochlan won't let you ignore him anymore.
Tags/Warnings: 18+ Explicit content, mommy kink, breeding kink (brief? mention), oral sex, choking kink (minor), fingering, dry humping (minor)
WC: 6.8K
A/N: The levels of degeneracy are quite high with this one, but I couldn't stop writing, and I'm going to miss seeing these freaks on my screen every week. Enjoy ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )
Part 1
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You were convinced you were going mad. They would have to lock you up and throw away the key if this went on any longer. Every time you’d see Saxon and Lochlan talking, you felt like it was about you. The side glances or half-hidden laughs, the tension in the air made you sick. You were so scared that the secret would get out and your whole life would implode. Timothy would kick you to the curb, and you’d be left with nothing but regret and shame. It was getting hard to even look at him, or even Lochlan. It was unbearable having to avoid him, it was like kicking a puppy. He knew something was off, but you didn’t know what else to do. 
On the other hand, you couldn’t keep your eyes off Saxon. It’s almost as if since that day, he had cooled off. The flirty comments were far and few between, the looks more like glances. Had he gotten what he wanted and moved on?
It was so unfair, especially since you couldn’t stop thinking about that night. You hated to admit it, but you missed his attention. 
This needed to be confronted, otherwise it would eat you alive from the inside out. You knock on Lochlan and Saxon's door, which pulls you out of the whirlwind of doubt and second-guessing spinning in your mind.
“Come in.”
The door opens to reveal Saxon… shirtless, because life couldn’t be more cruel.
“Did you need something?” he says, almost sounding bothered at your presence, or maybe he just really didn’t care.
Never in all the time you knew him did he not care about you being around. You felt hollow.
“I just figured we should speak.”
“About?” he mutters, not looking up from his phone.
“The weather. What do you think?”
With a sigh, he stands up and finally meets your gaze, looking at you with his usual crooked smirk, but the gentle chaos of his messy bedhead softened it. He looked almost cute, but you had to put a stop to that thought immediately; that kind of thinking was dangerous. 
“Thought you'd be happy I'm leaving you alone.”
“I am!” you shout a little too forcefully, eyes looking right at him. The more you lied to yourself, the more you felt control leaving you again, like sand slipping through your fingers.
“I am…” You repeat softer, the words catching in your throat as you play with your wedding band to calm yourself, the metal suddenly feeling far too cold.
“So why are you here?”
His gaze is scrutinising, and you hate it. It cuts right through you, like he can see right through your carefully constructed walls, like he can see what you're really feeling. Everything you’ve been trying not to admit, even to yourself.
“You haven’t told Lochlan, have you?”
“I haven’t… is that all?”
“Yeah…”
“Are you sure?”
Noticing him move closer to you, and you step back until you can’t anymore. He made you feel so small, his presence towering as he crowds around you. His eyes locked on yours, he doesn’t have to say a thing, and he has you right in the palm of his hand.
His lips ghost your neck, making your hair stand up on end. Everything in your body screamed that you wanted him and needed him. Just the heat and scent of him made your knees weak.
He doesn't touch you, his arms are caging you in, but no part of him is on you, and it's driving you crazy. To have him so close yet so far, to see the condescending tilt of his smile, and not be able to do anything.
“Saxon, we can’t—”
“I’ll see you at breakfast?” Saxon interrupts, smooth as ever.
He pulls away, but you remain frozen. Your heart is still racing, your breath shallow, and your brain is trying to play catch-up. 
“I…” You start, but struggle to find the words to finish your sentence. You figure you took too long because he moves past you without you ever finishing. The door slamming shut as he leaves you there, trying to recollect yourself. The worst part is the anger you feel at wanting him back as soon as he leaves. 
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“Can you pass the salt?” Timothy asks, his voice distant, almost automatic. He seemed a little out of it, but you were sure it was just the early morning fog.
"Of course, dear," you reply, offering a practiced smile as you hand it over.
Sitting with the whole family, breakfasts tended to be a little more civil, probably because you were all too tired to fight this early. This was what families should be like, a brief illusion of peace over eggs and toast.
"I'm going to visit the temple today," Piper says, her tone lighter than usual, almost hopeful.
The conversation turns to her Buddhism journey, and you nod along, supportive. You were all for it and wanted her to experience all that she could, and if it meant her having a little less time to judge you, that would help too.
Lochlan offers words of support when no one else would. He was gentle and thoughtful as always, and you try to stay with it, but you can't focus.
Then Saxon cuts through the calm like a blade. You figure it’s something crass by the way his voice drops into that teasing tone he saves for stirring things up.
You hear Lochlan laugh along with him, and you wonder, did he really find it funny? Or was it just easier to laugh to appeal to him?
Looking down uncomfortably at your plate, you push your food around with your fork, appetite long gone, but Lochlan notices immediately. It was uncharacteristic for you to be so quiet. You always had something to say, a joke, a sharp observation, even just a hum of agreement to keep the air warm between you.
But it was especially odd that you were so quiet to him. You always talked to him. Always reached for him. And now, your silence felt like a wall he wasn’t used to being on the other side of. 
Saxon puts his hand on your thigh, and it brings you back to the present moment, your fork pausing in your hand. The way he’s touching you is anything but innocent, rubbing up and down, almost massaging it.
“Are you alright?” Saxon asks with fake concern, his voice dripping with mock sweetness.
“Peachy," You grunt out through gritted teeth.
His hand travels further, sliding up your leg, and you curse yourself for wearing a dress today. His fingers are teasingly light as he softly touches your panties, caressing, but not enough to actually give you what you want.
Lochlan notices the shift in your posture, how you curl in on yourself a little. It doesn’t take a genius to see what’s happening; it just takes someone who isn’t wrapped up in their own world.
The conversation continues as Saxon leans closer, his gaze flitting around the table naturally, and against your better judgment, you rock against his hand. The fact that this was the most attention he had given you in what felt like ages only made you want it more.
“Is anyone listening?” Piper asks, her voice laced with uncertainty.
“Yeah, go ahead, Pipe,” Timothy says, distracted, looking to the side, his attention clearly elsewhere.
The sound of muffled voices cuts in and out, and you’re left lost in the moment, chasing the feeling he’s giving you but not being able to fully surrender without being too obvious. He’s put you in a tough situation, and he knows it, the smirk on his lips telling you everything you need to know.
“What do you think?” Piper asks, and you notice the whole table’s eyes on you…
“I…” you begin, but there’s no end to that sentence. You let out a fake cough as all of a sudden Saxon starts furiously rubbing your clit through your underwear. You bite your lip as you try to focus. You know you’re taking too long to reply, but he just keeps going, never letting up. 
“I think I left my sunglasses at the villa, I’ll be right back.”
The words fly out of your mouth, and you scurry off back to the villa, with your tail between your legs. But you still find yourself missing him. 
Saxon: 2, You: 0.
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Saxon doesn't stop; he had made a conscious effort to be everywhere yet nowhere. Whenever you wanted him, he'd be distractingly absent, and when you were finally enjoying a bit of peace, he would be there to break it.
The only thing that could calm you down would be a nice shower. He couldn't possibly ruin that, could he? The spray of the hot water helps you relax, are you still horny? Maybe? But it's a more general horny, rather than a Saxon focused one. You're distracted when you hear the door to your room open, footsteps approaching the bathroom door.
“Timothy?”
There’s no response, but you hear the bathroom door opening. You notice a tall figure outside the shower screen. Clearing away the condensation, you see Saxon.  
"W-what are you doing in here?"
“Charity,” he quips, opening the door to the shower.
“H-hey…” you stammer, caught off guard as he steps in without hesitation. His shirt gets wet, and so do his shorts, but he doesn’t seem to care, focused purely on you.
“What? It’s for a good cause,” he smirks, his eyes glinting mischievously. "If you touch yourself in front of me, I might decide to help you out. I’ve seen how frustrated you’ve been lately, and I know it’s my fault, or at least partly.”
You don’t hesitate nearly as much as you should, but you must just be that desperate.
You start to touch yourself, your hands tentative and shaky, something about him breaking that little bit of confidence you had.
“Don’t be shy. You and I both know you’re anything but that.”
Sensing that, he steps forward and places his hand over yours. Acting as your guide, he slides both of your hands, lower towards your pussy.  He moves his hand and just watches, and you feel that he’s too far away despite you breathing the same air. It’s nowhere near enough, you need his body against you. You need him fucking him so hard you don’t remember your name, you need him to fuck you silly. 
You reach out for his hand, and he lets you take it. You step out of the shower, closer to him than ever. He’s so close to touching you, you would take anything. He could just hold his hand there and you’d rock against it, like a wanton whore. You try to, but he swats at your thigh in mock disapproval.
“You’re not gonna ask?”
“Can I please…?” You ask trailing off, the fact that you were naked in front of him was embarrassing enough, but the pleading was something else.
“Yes?” He says, placing his knuckles against your sensitive folds. 
“Grind against your hand?” You finish, keeping your eyes downcast. The look on his face was no doubt deliciously smug, but you’re not sure you could handle that.
With a sigh, he moves his hand from between your thighs, grabs your towel, and tosses it at you. 
“You’re dripping on the floor."
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Later that afternoon, the rest of the Ratliffs leave to go on a yacht without you. You were all for family bonding, but the boat ride on the first day nearly had you puking your guts out, so you didn't want to take that chance again. Plus, it’d be nice to have some alone time, well, if it weren’t for the fact that Lochlan decided to stay with you. He had claimed “boats aren’t really my thing”, which you highly doubted, but nevertheless he was firm in staying. 
After spending hours hiding away in your room, you finally come out. The grumbling of your stomach was something fierce, and no incestuous drama would stop you from eating. At least that's what you thought until you saw Lochlan already there, and felt your appetite completely disappear.
You turn away, but not quick enough, hearing a small “Hey,” from behind you. You walk up to him, trying to maintain a modicum of composure, “What are you making?”
“Just some tea Piper got. It’s supposed to be super healthy, and organic or something,” he says casually while inspecting the packet, “I can make more if you–”
“That's fine! I'm fine.”
There's an uncomfortable silence, and you look over to see Lochlan's face fraught with sadness. He fidgets with his watch, puppy dog eyes out in full force.
“You've been avoiding me, and…” He pauses, his voice quiet but vulnerable. “Did I do something wrong?” His eyebrows quirk up in concern, the uncertainty in his gaze pulling at something deep inside you.
You stand at the counter, fingers tapping out a nervous rhythm. You didn't know how to handle this? There was no chapter in the stepmom handbook titled “How to Deal with Your Stepson Jerking Off Onto Your Panties.”
“Look at me.”
His sharp tone of voice shocks you a little. It was cold and almost demanding. You look up and see his expression, he was frowning and looked serious. It’s only when you’ve maintained eye contact for a few seconds that the tension in his gaze melts, and his eyes soften again.
“That night when I was ill…did you hear anything?”
You shake your head, not trusting yourself to be able to speak. 
“What about the soup?”
The fucking soup. 
If only you hadn’t brought it back for him, you wouldn’t be in this situation. The tension still hung in the air like a thick fog. Your mind drifts back to that moment, seeing him like that, the guilt and frustration all tangled up in his eyes.
“What soup?” You say, playing dumb and forcing a nonchalant shrug, but you couldn’t play that dumb. Not anymore. Words weren’t exactly your best friend at the moment, though. He sees through all that. 
“Whatever you heard, I…” He pauses, his voice tightening, the tiniest crack in his usual composure. The way your legs close, or how your fingers stop tapping and instead grip the counter hard, he sees that too.
“I didn’t mean to. I just… I couldn’t help myself.” Before you can react, to argue with the lack of control and how many lines he crossed, he says, “And then… with you and Saxon.”
“Wait, what?”
Lochlan glances around the kitchen, biting the inside of his lip. He looked guilty, but not as guilty as you felt.
He wasn’t the only one crossing boundaries; the weight of your own actions hangs over you.
“I saw you guys. The kissing and then…”
The dread hits you like a freight train, and you feel like dropping dead on the spot. You just might. Anything would be better than this.
“Oh my…” Your voice is shaky with disbelief. It turns into a groan as you hide your face in your hands. Just when you can’t take it anymore, you feel his hands softly pulling your own away from your face. Lochlan’s sweet, but nervous smile comes into view.
“I won’t tell my dad or anything. You can trust me.” He says, his voice gentle, and you feel like you could trust him.
“I only ask for one thing in return.”
“And what’s that?” You ask, nervously, almost afraid of what he might say next.
You wait for his reply, but he steps closer, his arms caging you in, trapping you against the counter. Wordlessly, slotting his knee between your legs just like Saxon had done to you the night before. You open your mouth to protest, and you try desperately to hold onto any semblance of being a good stepmother, but he silences you. His soft but insistent fingers press gently against your lips, almost taking you back to that night yet again.
“Please, just…let me make you feel good.”
It takes a second to breathe, to steady yourself, but you nod at him… giving in like you did with Saxon. 
He lets his fingers explore, tracing up your inner thighs as you fight not to shiver against him. It's slow, almost agonisingly slow, but you hold on. It was like he was taking his revenge on how you had been ignoring him.
“Lochy…” you whine, but he doesn't stop, just continuing to tease you, and offering you no relief. Leaning in just that little bit closer so you can feel his breath on your neck. Just that little bit more and you’d lose control, but it seems teasing runs in the family as he pulls away with a cheeky grin.
“Lochlan,” you say a little louder, fighting to be firm and authoritative, as if you were reprimanding him, but it falls flat. 
You're completely weak to his touch, and you both know that.
Finally, he reaches your panties, the same type that he had stolen from you the other day.
His hand slithers and starts rubbing you through the fabric, finding the wet spot immediately.
“This wet already?”
You look away, focusing on the kitchen cabinets behind him, too ashamed to look him in the eye as he was taking you apart.
“Look at me, please.”
You oblige, feeling incredibly exposed, knowing you must look a mess. The little smile on his face only confirmed it. 
He peels the garment away from your aching pussy, letting it drop to your ankles wasting no time in diving in. He holds your chin in place, not letting your gaze wander as he fucks you with his fingers. You still can’t believe how wet you got for him. You were dripping with need for him, and he had barely started. You’d be embarrassed if you weren’t so turned on. 
“Is that good?”
“Y-yes,” you gasp out, and Lochlan's face lights up with glee, like a puppy that’s managed to catch its own tail.
It's clear that he's been thinking about this for a long time, the needy look in his eyes.
“So perfect, you make me never want to stop.”
“Y-yeah?” You stammer, hips bucking against his hand a little. 
“Never seen anyone so pretty,” he insists as he moves faster, the palm of his hand rubbing against your clit as his long fingers caress your spot. 
You want so badly to respond. To say something, anything, but nothing comes out but whimpers, breathless and shaky.
He leans closer, whispering against your ear, "I’d let you do whatever you wanted with me."
Just then, a thought flashes in your mind, throwing your head back. Lochlan is on his knees for you, taking direction like no one else could and laser-focused on making you feel good. 
It’s like he knew exactly what to say to you.
Just then, you feel something poking against your thigh and look down to see his cock pressing against you through his shorts. He starts grinding against you, matching the thrust of his fingers to it. Your mind can’t help but think of what it would be like if he were inside you. You imagine his body weight pressing against you as he gives you orgasm after orgasm, all the while telling you how pretty you are.
“What do you want me to do?”
Cupping your face with his free hand, you feel your heart thrum with excitement. 
“I want…I want you on your knees.”
His eyes spark with amusement, and you can see he’s about to do it. But fate has other plans as you hear voices approaching nearby, the sound of footsteps growing louder.
“We need to stop…”
“In a second,” he says, his voice low and urgent, nuzzling against your neck, getting lost in the warmth of your scent before pulling away reluctantly, like every part of him is fighting to stay.
His fingers pulled out of you, still wet with your slick and you adjust yourself, putting your panties back on properly, shuddering a little as your sensitive clit rubs against the fabric. 
“Wait…” He says, slightly dazed, but not moving away from you. The voices grow louder, not moving from the spot they were at outside. You had a few moments before you’d be caught. 
His hand goes back to your chin, and he guides your lips to his fingers, making you lick your wetness off. To say you were making a show of it would be an understatement; the way you were lapping up his fingers, you'd think they were covered in honey. Never breaking eye contact, you take his fingers as deep as you can, making his breath hitch before you pull away. You certainly wouldn't be winning any ‘Stepmother of the Year’ award anytime soon.
“Fuck,” he wheezes, appreciating your little show as he feels himself twitch a little in his shorts. He wipes his fingers on his shirt and presses himself against the counter, trying to will his erection to go down. 
The rest of the family comes in, not knowing what transpired just a few seconds ago.
“How was the boat ride?” You ask, forcing a smile, looking at Timothy and wrapping his hand around yours, trying to appear casual. You half-listen to the reply, your mind still tangled up, but you glance back at Lochlan for a moment, catching his eye and seeing just how satisfied with himself he looks. You’re just sad you didn’t have enough time to wipe it off his face. 
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You had definitely earned a place in hell or maybe you’d be reborn as a bug for this bullshit you were doing. Not one stepson, but both of them? There was clearly no going back from that. It plagued your thoughts, your night with Saxon, and now Lochlan fingering you in the kitchen. You wanted to go home, maybe there you would be able to get your head on straight. 
You kiss Timothy awake, littering his face in kisses. The more affection you showed him, the easier it’d be to move on. That had to be the case.
“It’s already 10, sleepyhead,” You whisper, but he grumbles a groggy reply. Knowing it’d be a while before he got up, you stumble out of bed and head straight to the kitchen for your morning coffee. 
Incestuous drama might stop you from getting your dinner, but it wouldn’t stop you from getting your morning coffee. Or at least, that’s what you thought before you saw Saxon making his godforsaken protein shake.
“Morning,” you mumble, eyes still half-closed. You had intended it to come out with a little more gusto, but it comes out quiet and sheepish instead.
There was plenty of space in the kitchen but Saxon chooses to brush past you, the sweet scent of his cologne filling your senses, and feeling the outline of his dick making you almost nostalgic.
“So you’ve moved on,” Saxon says, playfully, as he dumps his protein powder into the blender.
“What are you talking about?”
Yet again, you didn’t have time for his shit. You’ve been aching and waiting for him, but he only decides to rear his head to stick his nose in your business after you’ve done something horrible. 
“You. Loch. Kitchen. Ring any bells?”
Your heart races as you furrow your brows, wondering if he heard them.
“He told me.”
You sigh, because of course he told him. Of course, Lochlan ran straight to Saxon like some messed-up confessional.
“What now? Gonna call me a degenerate again?” You grumble, rubbing your forehead in frustration.
“Just glad you’re finally…letting loose.”
He invades your space like always, his fingers trailing down your neck, gently brushing against the expensive necklace Timothy bought you for your 6-month anniversary.
“Need I remind you this is a shared space?”
“Hasn’t stopped us before.”
And sadly, he’s right. You look down, his fingers now lightly resting on your throat. He pulls you in, stopping just short of kissing you, his eyes studying the way your chest rises and falls. You feel the nervous quiver of your lip as you anticipate his touch.
“Beg for it,” he shrugs.
“W-what?” You stutter in shock.
“If you want me to kiss you, you need to beg.”
The pride is suffocating, but you want it so bad. His presence is just right in front of you, his grip just strong enough to keep you from stealing a kiss.
“Please, Saxon.”
“Please, what? How am I supposed to know what you want, if you’re not specific?”
“Please kiss me,” you beg meekly.
He looks you up and down, and you feel especially pathetic. You were a Ratliff now, southern royalty, and yet here you were, begging for touches and kisses. Saxon just chuckles and lets go of your throat before going about making his protein shake, tossing things into the blender.
“But Saxon, I begged.”
“I didn’t say I’d give it to you.”
He turns on his obnoxious, little blender, your blood boiling as it whirrs loudly, drowning out any chance of you saying anything more. You stand there, left sexually frustrated, watching him casually go about his business, completely indifferent to the tension. You hate to admit it, but Saxon was winning by a long shot.
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You walk into the villa, from a clarifying stress management session, and all is clear. Your time in Thailand was still uncomfortable, but soon it would be over. You would pack your things, board that flight, and pretend none of this ever happened, go home and be free of whatever this mess had become.
You couldn’t lie, the sense of guilt and shame had whittled down to but a toothpick. The moral dilemma of sleeping with your husband’s sons had become more of an afterthought. The guilt would come back another day, but the horny is now. If you were going to go out, you may as well go out with a bang.  If you gave in to temptation, maybe you would be able to move forward. Ignoring it wasn’t exactly going well anyway.
Knocking on their door, you wait a beat longer than you need to, Lochlan opening the door this time. He’s all smiles and soft eyes, and it does boost your ego a bit, knowing you’re the reason why.
“Oh, hey.”
He steps aside as you slip past him, sitting on his bed like it’s yours. 
“Are you okay? Is this about…?” he trails off, his voice gentle, the question lingering between you both, unspoken, but fully understood.
“It’s about that.”
You pat the space next to you. He looks unsure, shifting on his feet, and nervous, like he's afraid stepping closer might break something fragile between you.
The bed dips with his weight, and he’s right next to you, so close you can feel the warmth of him without even touching. 
“I don’t want to play around anymore, Lochy.”
“What are you—?” he starts, but you cut him off, voice soft but certain.
“You want me, and I want you too. Let’s stop pretending.”
The words hang in the air, heavier than they should be, but honest in a way that leaves no room for hiding anymore.
You climb into his lap, slow and deliberate, your hands finding his shoulders as you settle against him. He looks up at you like you were his salvation, like he couldn’t believe you were finally choosing him. His hands hover at your waist, hesitant, trembling slightly, and you guide them into place.
“It's okay,” you whisper. “You can touch me.”
You lean in and peck his lips, soft, a little shy, and you both laugh, nerves and tension breaking just slightly. Then you go back in, kissing him deeper this time, slow and certain, like you’ve made up your mind, and there’s no going back. His hands tighten on your waist, pulling you closer, like you’re both finally saying everything you were too scared to before.
His hands travel down from your waist and he cups your ass with his hands before looking up at you innocently, “Is this okay?”
“Yeah, it’s okay, Loch.”
He kisses your neck eagerly, almost trying to prove himself to you. You feel the heat of it bloom across your skin, his lips insistent, breathing in your scent like it grounds him.
Your breathing syncing with one another, grabbing him by the shirt, you kiss him again, and he’s lost in you. The kiss is gentle and desperate, like he’s trying to show that he belongs to you, a silent plea in each touch. His hands trace your back, pulling you closer.
It isn’t long before you feel a hardness poking against you.
“I turn you on that much?” You say grinding your ass against him. He nods quickly, his mouth suddenly too dry to utter a word. You get off his lap and get undressed, each layer of clothing removed, only getting him more excited. 
“Leave your panties on.”
“Alright, Lochy,” You smirk, almost teasing, and move your hands away instead, focusing on your bra.
He wastes no time getting naked; by the time you’re making your way back over to him, he’s ready.
“I’ll take it slow, okay?”
He nods and holds your waist as you straddle him before helping lower you down onto him. The stretch is perfect, and so is the look on Lochlan’s face. 
“You’re doing so well,” You praise as you kiss all over his face, making him sigh in contentment. 
His eyes roll back when you bottom out, and you pet his hair, living for the way he’s leaning into your touch. You feel the urge to pull him closer to you and watch as he rests his head in the crook of your neck. You are full of him and have never felt so at home.
“Mommy,” He sputters out when you start moving your hips. It catches you off guard, but you can’t deny you liked it. The way he looked up at you like he said something wrong. Yet you hated how natural it sounded coming from his lips, like he had no idea what he was doing to you.
“Say it again.”
“Mommy, please.”
There it is, that same sweet sound reaching your ears, sweeter than any symphony you’ve ever heard.
His eyes flutter open and shut, the sunlight from behind you acting like a halo. His beautiful angel. For a second, he just stares like he can’t believe you’re real, like he’s afraid you’ll vanish if he blinks too long.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispers, voice rough with emotion. His hands travel upward, holding onto your chest, playing with your nipples almost curiously. You squeal at the feeling and move your hips faster. 
You bounce up and down on him, biting on your fist, doing very little to hide both your moans. It’s impossible not to squeeze your eyes shut, overrun by how good he was making you feel. Every sensation, every touch, was amplified, electric beneath your skin.
“Don't close your eyes. I want you to look at me.”
His voice was low, commanding, but still tender. It was a line that Lochlan walked beautifully, and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t make you feel some type of way. You open them slowly, locking onto his gaze, and suddenly it’s even more intense, like he’s unraveling you with just his eyes.
And you let him.
He reaches up, pulling you to him by your hair and kisses you like you're all he's ever needed. It’s sweet, how needy and clingy he is, like kissing you is the only thing keeping him alive. You hadn't known it would be this good, otherwise you would have given in sooner and said guilt and shame be damned. 
“G-get me pregnant,” You blurt out, causing him to stutter in his movements. He then starts moving again, doubling, if not tripling his efforts, and sending you into a state like freefall. His eagerness and enthusiasm are not something to be scoffed at.
He leans you back until you're laying on the bed, and starts moving his hips, rolling his cock into you slowly but deeply.
“Like this, Mommy?”
“Just like that.” You hold onto his hips, guiding them in and out of you, moaning every time he brushes against your spot. You knew that he’d wake up with your scratches on him, and that only made you squeeze harder.
The door swings open, startling you both, but noticing that it’s Saxon, he keeps going without missing a beat.
“W-wait, you can’t—” You whine to them both.
“Nothing I haven’t seen before,” Saxon swiftly replies, closing the door behind him. His gaze lingers, shameless and amused, as if walking in on this was exactly what he expected, or maybe even wanted. Lochlan looks over at him as he’s thrusting into you, and you feel something change. Something about the way he’s touching you felt familiar, almost as if he were mimicking Saxon’s movements from the other night.
Before you can question that, Saxon distracts you. Subtlety isn’t your strong point as your eyes land on Saxon’s lips, your gaze lingering just a second too long before you tilt your chin up toward him. You feel Lochlan grip harder at your hips from losing your attention, but he doesn’t say anything, just holds you there like he’s afraid to let go.
Saxon kisses you without hesitation, and it knocks all the air, all the thoughts, all the restraint out of you. The kiss is rough and hungry, like he’s trying to claim you for himself, to brand you with the taste of him. His hands fist in your hair, the other pressed firm against your throat, holding you like he owns you.
By the time he pulls away, you’re dazed and lost in a dizzying, forbidden ecstasy. Your lips left swollen, and thoughts scattered like ash.
Blinking yourself back to reality, your eyes focus, but when they do, you see something confusing, to say the least. 
Lochlan and Saxon kissing.  
As soon as it happens, there’s an instant replay in your mind, trying to make sense of what you just saw. 
The hesitation on Saxon's face just before Lochlan pulled him in. Tufts of Saxon's hair threaded between Lochlan's fingers as he guided their lips together. Lochlan sliding his tongue into Saxon’s mouth with little reservation. It was hungry, like Lochlan’s hands holding him close. But also something desperate, like Saxon’s lips falling into sync with Lochlan’s. 
You were shocked… but you didn't hate it.
It was twisted, but everything about this trip had been. What’s one more thing?
You see him smiling into the kiss as he briefly looks at you, and he’s loving the attention. He needs attention. Not just Saxon's, yours too. It wasn’t just a kiss, it was a message. 
And now that you got it, your heart won’t stop racing. Saxon pulls away first, slow in his movements as he looks at you while Lochlan resumes fucking you like nothing happened.
“Mommy…”
He’s lost in thought, watching your face screw up with pleasure as his little brother ruins you for anybody else. Saxon got a little bit harder, whether it was from that thought or the kiss, he didn’t know. He didn’t even know which one was worse. 
“Gonna— I’m close. Gonna get you pregnant.”
He kisses you again, but it’s like someone flipped a switch. Tongues tangle, teeth clashing in a rush of urgency, pulling back, a thin strand of spit still connecting your lips. 
You barely get a moment to breathe before his lips are on you again, and he can’t get enough of you. He was insatiable. You can’t focus on anything but him. All sense of control, completely out the window. 
You feel your body tense up as you clench down on him, your orgasm rolling over you in waves. Your spasms and shakes, guiding him into his own orgasm as he holds onto you, wanting to fill you as deeply as he can. You take every bit of it before he pulls out of you, cum dribbling out of your now empty hole.
But you’re not empty long as Saxon picks up your legs placing them on his shoulders as he eases into you; Lochlan's cum acting as lube.
“Taking it so well for both of us, aren’t you?” 
“So well,” You gasp brainlessly as you look up at Saxon, his strong arms holding your legs.
By this point, you’re already halfway to being spent. For someone with no experience, Lochlan did a number on you, and Saxon was finishing the job. He’s only pissed that he didn’t get there first, but a good brother always shares. 
Saxon starts to gain control of the situation, the way his hands guide your body, the confidence in his touch. It pulls the balance of your dynamic back to where it usually sits: with him in charge. But there was still a lingering tension beneath the surface, something raw and unspoken. Like no matter how much control he took, Lochlan had still managed to shake something loose in him, and no one knew what to do with it.
Saxon smirks, his voice low. “I want to hear how much you want it.” 
“So bad, I wanna take everything you give me,” you reply, your voice barely above a whisper.
“Hear that, Lochy?” Saxon teases, his eyes glinting with mischief as he looks at his brother. Lochlan smiles back and sweetly adds, “Wanna try begging for us?”
“Please, fuck me,” The words tumble out of your mouth so quickly you can barely register what they’re saying. “Don’t know what to do with myself otherwise.”
Clearly, liking your answer, he gives it to you as hard as he wants, and you’re not complaining. 
Lochlan is already getting hard again, and you can’t leave him like that. So you take his cock into your hands, but the moment you do,  he immediately tries to downplay his needs. 
“You don't need to…”
“I want to,” You puff out between moans, and he stops protesting.
You jerk his dick a few times before taking him into your mouth. He lets you, eyes shut as he holds onto his own thighs. He thrusts shallowly, as you only get halfway down his shaft. Your lips stretch around him as far as he’ll let you go.
“Deeper, Lochy,” Saxon commands, reaching up and pushing your head down on his cock making you gag around it. The sound makes them both smirk just a little, enjoying just how thoroughly they wrecked you. 
“Hold her by her hair too,” Saxon says lowly, and Lochlan obliges without hesitation, letting him order him around, like he wants to please him just as much as he wants to please you.
You can barely keep up with both of them because you’ve never felt so full in your whole life. 
Your legs are trembling on Saxon’s shoulders as eyes fall down your cheeks from the lack of air; any more of this, and you might pass out.  You can only feel as Saxon kisses your calves, as they tremble against his thrusts. 
He drops one leg off his shoulder to free up a hand to toy with your clit, making you cry out on Lochlan’s cock. 
“Your mouth is so good, Mommy.”
The familiar stuttering of Lochlan’s hips tells you that he’s close and he pulls you down onto his dick as he fills your mouth with load. He was completely blissed out as he moans your name.
Soon after, Saxon's lips swoop in to meet yours, his tongue exploring your mouth, tasting what you hadn't swallowed. You can already tell without looking where Lochlan's eyes are. You had a feeling that kiss was a message too, one you couldn't completely decipher. You weren't sure you wanted to.
"Doesn't she look pretty?" He comments as if you're not there, wiping the spit and cum off your lips.
"The prettiest," Lochlan says agreeing with him in earnest.
Saxon, having all of your attention now, lifts your hips off the bed, pistoning into you at a persistent speed, the sound of your hips slapping against one another, echoing in the room. 
“Ready to come for me?”
“Y-yes," and you really meant it. Your body was wound up with tension, and you needed this release more than anything. 
Lochlan sensing how close you are, quickly leans down and starts sucking on your tits sending you over the edge. He cups them both in his hands, his lips travelling between the two. The reverent, soft touch was the perfect contrast to what Saxon was doing to you. You climax again, your scream muffled quickly by Lochlan’s hand. The room seems to spin as you lie there, your pleasure still fresh. The feeling of Saxon’s sticky cum, hitting your face, bringing you back to earth.
“Good girl,” he coos, and you accept the compliment with open arms or rather an open mouth.
The three of you collapse onto the bed, and the room fills with silence, thick and suffocating. Bodies still tangled, hearts racing, breaths slowly steadying. There is so much to be said, and yet no one dared to say it.
You think you’d all rather die than say it.
It’d just have to stay a secret, and what family doesn’t have secrets?
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the enemy of my friend is my enemy, but he's also his own worst enemy? so he's my friend? (nr6) | pt1
pairing: nico rosberg x hamilton!reader [smau]
summary: in an attempt to plan a surprise birthday party for your brother's 39th birthday, you enlist the help of his ex-??? to get into his apartment
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user1 omg omg omg omg GUYSSSSSS i have been waiting for this day the entire year... SHE'S FINALLY BACK IN MONACO!!!
user2 i'm also in monaco rn, istg the stars are alinging for me to meet her !!!! 🤩 user 3 BRUHHHHH i wish that was me 😃😃😃 user4 i wonder why she's back though? user5 idk yk maybe to go see HER BROTHER WHO LIVES IN MONACO MAYBE???? 🙄
user6 i hope she hangs out with all the other drivers 😍 she wasn't at any of the gps this year
user7 i mean they're not really her friends, besides she was really busy this year user8 DID YOU JUST SAY THEY'RE NOT HER FRIENDS??? user7 i mean she's not the one driving in f1 is she 😐 user9 brother was not here for the grid x y/n shenanigans back in the 2010's user10 her and mark absolutely roasting the crap out of fernando and jenson for the grid penalty is still comedy gold user11 she basically adopted the entire grid after 2016, they're her babies 🤨 LIKED by maxverstappen1
lewishamilton i was not made aware of this????
y/n.hamilton sorryyyyy late flight arrangements???? 🥺👉👈 lewishamilton ok but where are you staying. i'll cancel it, you can just stay in my apartment y/n.hamilton no it's ok, i'm already staying with a friend :D lewishamilton wait whO lewishamilton don't IGNORE ME I KNOW YOU'RE STILL ONLINE user12 y/nnnnn 😭😭😭 user13 your honour they're literally the cutest yet most sibling siblings ever like girlie pop 🥲
user14 anyone else like see the nico rosberg like...or was that just me?
user15 ??? user14 ok maybe it was just me... lewishamilton what....? user16 bro's going detective mode now
friend1 Y/NNIEEEEE PLS GET ME SOME MORE CHOCOLATE FOR THE CAKE
y/n.hamilton shhhhhh you're ruining it already bro friend1 oopsie oh yeah, i forgot he actually follows you lmfao y/n.hamilton 💀 girlie plsssssss get some brain cells friend1 you stole all of mine :P user17 🤨🤨
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user18 GIRLIE AINT FOOLING ANYONE FOR A SECOND, WHO IS THAT MAN IN THE SECOND SLIDE
user19 wait what???? ur kidding, ur kidding - i am not seeing no man there? user20 roscoe's looking extra cute today ☺️ user21 him in that last slide looking at y/n is devious side eye user22 @/user18 BROTHER I GOT U, THERE IS NO WAY THAT'S Y/N'S LEG user23 also y/n would not be caught dead wearing chinos in bed, it's def a man 👀
user24 OK BUT THE REAL QUESTION IS WHO??? CAUSE LEWIS IS IN PARIS SO....
user25 nahhh it's for sure whoever y/n's seeing, no way would lewis let a random stranger near his child user26 i thought y/n's been single for a while??? she got a new boo? user27 idk maybe, i mean she's been pretty out of the spotlight this year, i wouldn't be surprised
user28 ARE WE JUST GOING TO IGNORE THE NICO ROSBERG LIKE???
user29 NO CAUSE LIKE HE ALSO LIKED HER LAST POST, ANDDDD THIS IS LIKE THE FIRST TIME POST-BROCEDES FALLOUT 😨 user30 guys i think lewis might just implode if he thinks that's nico rosberg sitting with roscoe user31 seeing by his silence, i think he already has...
maxverstappen1 can charles, lando i swing by after padel practice 😄 we wanna say hi
y/n.hamilton to me or the baby? 😔 maxverstappen1 im not abandoning my grid mum like this 🤨 only lando would, considering he's ruining the wdc narrative arc right now user32 y/n and max in 2016 was peak, especially after spain 😭 AHHHHHHH I MISS HER AT THE PADDOCK SO MUCH landonorris you snooze you lose verstappen, but i would also never abandon y/n :( y/n.hamilton lando.... landonorris i let him have the padel point mother 🥲
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daddy-channie · 19 days ago
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♫ daddy!chan headcanons
ও cw : dd/lg [duh look at the title], dacraphilia, spanking, f!reader, d/s dynamic, soft!dom chan, threesomes, face slapping,p in v, creampies, breeding kink, dumbification
✿ mdni
໒꒱ note from mari's desk : haiiii guys :3 chan is so fine i'm gonna implode, i hope u like ^_^
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chan loves making you cry :( thinks your so cute with tears in your eyes
he also loves slapping his pretty girl <3
not hard enough to hurt, just to remind you of your place :)))
leaves the prettiest bruises on your thighs and ass after he spanks you </3 they sting so so so good
and when you look up at your daddy with those tear, almost bloodshot eyes, he melts :( coaxes you into his lap and tells you how well you took it :(
his baby comes first, always. he should be focusing on a song, but if you come in and bat your pretty eyes at him and tell him you're horny, he's jumping into action <33
he wants to make his princess happy no matter what, you wanna spend $2,000 of his money on shoes, he simply says, "go ahead, baby doll," and hands you his credit card
he also loves loves loves sharing you with his members >_<
he loves holding you against him while felix or hyunjin fucks you silly :(
thinks you're the cutest thing when you get humiliated ^_^
always makes you say exactly what you want from him "yeah, doll? you gotta be more specific"
has numerous petnames for you, but his favs are : little love, angel, babygirl, baby, little one, baby doll, doll, and slut
"you wanna be good for daddy, don't you? hmm?"
all it takes is one look from him before you melt into a puddle :(
doesn't have many rules, but for the few he has, he's very strict
his rules are : tell daddy when you want to touch yourself, drink water, be nice to yourself, and listen to daddy
refers to himself in the 3rd person when he's really into domspace <3 "daddy loves the way you feel around him, little one"
doesn't take kindly to you talking negatively about yourself... will bend you over his lap and spank you until you're all dumb, then he'll make you apologize to yourself for being mean, and finally he'll kiss every part of you that you don't like
he loves making you dumb, he thinks you're so helpless when he fucks you silly :(((
he loves watching his cum drip out of your cute little cunt <3 always takes a photo to remember it
his fingers are magical, they often wander into your pants and start rubbing on your clit in the way that makes you go silly
and his tongue? even better. he knows exactly what you like and gives it to you because he loves how you grab at his hair and kick your legs and get all shy when his head is between your legs
"you want daddy to breed you, huh? fill you up with my cum and have it leak out?"
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buntanteen · 9 months ago
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svt fic recs list <3 - jeonghan birthday edition - sfw & nsfw ver.
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summary: in honour of jeonghan's birthday, 29 fic recs for his 29th! :3 sfw & nsfw hannie reader insert fics:)
contains: 18+ nsfw (mdni!!) majority is afab reader
✩ svt writing & fic rec masterlist ✩
✩ sfw section✩
❥ seventeen as boyfriends: jeonghan edition - @fairyhaos
YES HE WOULD BE SO SWEET AND CARING THANK YEWWWW
❥ DATING JEONGHAN INCLUDES…. - @svtswhorehouse
THE CUTEST SILLIEST MOST FUN LIL BOYFRIEND EVER AHHH
❥ BOYFRIEND JEONGHAN WHO… - @mangocustard16
YES HE'D BE THIS KIND OF BOYFRIEND AHHHH
❥ seventeen members as love tropes: yoon jeonghan (fake dating) - @ssentimentals
aww he's so nervouss and sillyyy
❥ how jeonghan loves you slowly - @pepperonidk
*sobs in my hands* THIS IS SO SWEET?!?
❥ yours - @aubaee
CHILDHOOD FRIENDS TO LOVERS IS ONE OF MY FAV TROPES AHH
❥ 5:05am - @xiaominghao
*screeches in soft hours with hannie*
❥ 22:17 - @lvlystars
PLEASEEEEE I NEED TO DECORATE JEONGHAN'S HAIR IT'D BE SO FUNNN AND CUTEE
❥ enchanted - @hansslut
this is the cutestttt shit and i just know that hannie would actually be happy about this irl. i'm planning on getting a lil pet rock too to keep me company heh
❥ sick leave - @cxffecoupx
i cACKLED at him blaming reader for being sick like??? ofc hannie would do that i shouldn't even be surprised kjfbgkdj
❥ my hairstylist - @seuonji
LEMME STYLE HANNIE'S HAIR PT.2!! this was so cute~
❥ date w jeonghan in paris - @etherealyoungk
i would love a lil outside overseas date with jeonghan so muchh 🥺
❥ [10:02pm] - @mangocustard16
needing just someone's presence after a long day sounds so niceee. sleepy hannie sounds adorable
❥ jeonghan when you don't enjoy your birthday - @lovingseventeen
as someone who doesn't actively celebrate my own birthday, i really related to this. i love how hannie was finding different reasons to gift give dkfjgbdjk
❥ home is wherever you are - @mangocustard16
*sniffles* i miss him so much :,)
✩ nsfw section ✩
❥ best friend jeonghan - @mountainficss
going from such a confident lil teasing shit to all shy pliant lil thing?? ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL MEEEE??
❥ big dick jeonghan - @boofeine
(op's account got suspended so the fic isn't available :/) i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i- when wuh huhkfbckj
❥ soft dom! jeonghan - @hannieehaee
*screams into the abyss*
❥ sub jeonghan - @mountainficss
fuck he'd sound so pretty all desperate like that, wouldn't he?
❥ tease jeonghan - @mountainficss
i think i'd combust or implode if jeonghan teased me cuz holy shit ifhbkjk
❥ MEANIE! JEONGHAN - @svtswhorehouse
*gets on me knees* PLEASE JUST ONE CHANCE DUDE
❥ boyfriend jeonghan headcanons (sfw and nsfw) - @wifeyoozi
...yep that's exactly him
❥ jeonghan jerking off to you - @mountainficss
he'd look and sound so pretty if this happened jbigkkvfnkjbs
❥ jeonghan & mirrors - @cherrybr4t
*screams into the void pt.2*
❥ with a bow - @jjunberry
when he when uwhjgkfdbk whenjfdbd
❥ come right back - @keij0h
i really need hannie to come help me um *ahem* relax kjdfgb
❥ bite - @hannieehaee
the flirty teasing?? the confidence?? the yoon jeonghan scheming?? i loved it!!
❥ sub jeonghan + dry humping - @mountainficss
completely obsessed with how desperate jeonghan felt in this
❥ boyfriend!jeonghan headcanons (sfw & nsfw) - @buntanteen
yep, i'm recommending my own fic jdkbgdkfj i hope people enjoy it :3
bun note: happiest of birthdays to our dear lovely hannie!! i love you so much, i didn't realise how much comfort you would give me this year. your lil sound effects and mannerisms have stolen my heart. thank you my dearest for being you and for being our island of serenity. i hope everyone was able to celebrate jeonghan's birthday well! <3 ς(.-‿-)
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everrinsly · 1 month ago
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a/n; thank you for the sweet comments! i love rambling about haikyuu, this is a perfect outlet haha, i'm happy a lot of you like! i was re-reading the manga and added soft oikawa moments because he just makes everything better, and it wouldn't be the olympics without him! I might add a few bonus stories to this one because there's a lot of cute memories here... i think hehe
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a momager and her silly olympic team.
a kitagawa daiichi reunion, table wars, and dramatic setters in the dining hall. fluff. fem!reader. | not proofread.
oikawa makes his presence... and steals you away. the boys are absolutely crashing out.
more olympic team shenanigans here!
more reads!
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You were just on your way to grab a second matcha pudding (Hinata swore it was super lucky) when a familiar voice called out behind you—
“Well, if it isn’t my sweet, little angel from Kitagawa.”
You blinked and turned to see Oikawa Tooru, hair perfectly styled despite the humidity of the Olympic Village dining hall, striding toward you like he was about to walk a runway instead of sitting and eating carbs. 
“TOORU!” you grinned, instantly brightening as he pulled you into a warm hug. “It’s been forever!”
“I’ve missed you,” he crooned dramatically, holding your hand and intertwining your smaller ones in his even after the hug ended. “You’re cuter than ever. Your hair’s all frizzy though. Is it because of the air, or is it just because you’ve been surrounded by idiots all tournament?”
You laughed, slipping your fingers away to poke at his chest. “And you are exactly the same.”
“Charming, dazzling, and criminally underappreciated?” he smirked.
Before you could retort, Iwaizumi walked up behind you, holding two plates of chicken curry like he’d been expecting this moment for years. “Why is it always you?”
“Iwa!” you gasped, taking a seat at the table next to Oikawa as Iwaizumi sighed and sat across from you both. “Be nice. He’s your best friend.”
Iwaizumi rolled his eyes, a twitch of a smile on his lips. “Kind of tired of him though. Called me late at night yesterday when the schedules came out. Said ‘I’ll beat your asses.’
Oikawa had the audacity to grin, teeth showing as he sipped from his juice box like a smug little gremlin. “And I meant every word. Argentina’s taking the gold this year, obviously.”
You turned to him with an exaggerated look of offense. “Excuse me? You're sitting in Team Japan’s section and spewing blasphemy?”
Oikawa just grinned boyishly. But he did look a little out of place—draped in that sleek Argentinian blue, hair swept and fluffed, posture obnoxiously relaxed in a seat surrounded by a sea of Japan’s deep red tracksuits. Even his lanyard, with its bright Argentine flag and name badge, looked like it was taunting the rest of the tables. You swore one of the Japanese nutritionists passing by narrowed their eyes at it.
“I go where the vibes are immaculate, cariño. And your vibes are always worth the treason.” He shrugged unapologetically, tilting his head in that charmingly annoying way.
Iwaizumi groaned. “You’re actually the worst.”
You laughed and leaned your chin on your hand, looking between the two of them, the chicken curry already forgotten. “I missed this.”
That earned a pause from both of them. Oikawa’s smile faltered just a little—just enough to show something real underneath. Iwaizumi softened, too, his eyes a bit more gentle as he leaned back in his chair.
“Yeah,” Oikawa said after a moment, tone quieter. “Me too.”
It was weirdly peaceful for a second. The kind of nostalgia that comes without bitterness—just that soft ache in your chest when you realize how far you’ve all come.
Then, naturally, Oikawa ruined it.
“But… Iwa was the one who left me. And so did you.” He booped your nose softly.
“You joined Argentina,” Iwaizumi deadpanned.
You were already trying not to laugh.
It’s like middle school all over again. 
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Meanwhile, at the next table over…
Team Japan was imploding. All of your players were not-so-discreetly staring at you.
The air around them was so thick with jealousy and dramatic outrage, it practically crackled. There was no actual fire—yet—but it was only a matter of time before someone tried to spontaneously combust from sheer rage and pettiness (cough cough, Kageyama and Atsumu).
Atsumu was halfway out of his chair, outright glaring, stabbing aggressively at his rice with his chopsticks like it had personally betrayed him. 
“Did ya see that?” he whisper-shouted to no one in particular. “He booped her nose. That’s basically marriage in some cultures! I read it on the internet!”
“You don’t get to talk, Miya. You boop her nose all the time—”
“NO—ya don’t get it! She did that cute lil’ scrunch she never does with me! THE SCRUNCH BRO—!”
Hinata looked personally betrayed, cheeks puffed in disbelief, eyes wide as saucers. 
“She’s looking at him like how she used to look at me…” he said, voice cracking. 
“Hinata… she looks at you like that more than she looks at any of us,” Komori sighed. 
Suna, the usual picture of emotional detachment, looked like someone had just stolen his favorite hoodie and called his fox tattoo ugly. His jaw was tight, his gaze locked on your shared bench with Oikawa like he was running calculations on how fast he could body-check him without violating Olympic code.
Bokuto’s hair lost all its spike, which meant that he was in his emo mode—and as proven, his eyes were all round and glassy. He was aggressively chewing through his grilled chicken like it was Oikawa’s dignity. 
“He’s not even in red!” he burst out. “That’s traitor energy! We don’t flirt in blue!”
“I mean—he’s playing for Argentina, so blue and white would make sense…” Komori tried to explain, before Bokuto threw a piece of broccoli at him for being ‘a know-it-all enabler of heartbreak.’
Sakusa, normally too disinterested to care, had slowly, silently pulled up his mask and tugged it over his nose and mouth like he was shielding himself from the stench of betrayal. 
“But at least Oikawa uses hair conditioner,” he muttered, glaring sideways at Atsumu.
“Ey—what’s that supposed to mean!?”
Ushijima and Aran both sat motionless, forks paused in midair, staring blankly like they were trying to will Oikawa’s existence into a non-issue. 
“She deserves better,” Aran said simply.
“You guys ain’t even lookin’ at her!” Atsumu snapped.
Ushijima was the one to respond. “We don’t need to. We can feel the wrongness from here.”
And Kageyama—well. To no one’s surprise, he had somehow clenched his chopsticks into two sharp splinters. His eyes twitched. 
“Oikawa’s not even a good setter,” he muttered under his breath. 
“Oh… sure… says the one who still watches replays of his sets and serves—”
“SHUT UP—!”
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You glanced over toward the next table, sensing the unmistakable heat of several glares boring a hole into your side profile. Sure enough—Japan’s finest were frozen mid-plot.
And all of them, without fail, snapped their gazes away the second your eyes met theirs.
You exhaled a soft sigh and gave them a small, weary smile: the kind that said, ‘Please don’t commit international incidents on my behalf.’
Oikawa snorted, his chin resting lazily on his hand as he watched the circus with unmasked amusement. “Oh yeah. Totally normal vibes. Real casual. I definitely don’t feel like I’m about to be smacked with a chopstick.”
“They’re protective,” you offered, trying to brush it off. You tried to sound nonchalant, but even you could hear the sheepish note in your voice.
“They’re obsessed,” Iwaizumi corrected, not even looking up as he picked at his food with a long-suffering sigh. “You breathe in someone else’s direction and half the team looks like they’re ready to file a kidnapping report.”
You let out a soft laugh, a fond memory replying in your head. “I think the Inarizaki boys actually filed one… in the last Asian Championship… blamed it on Osamu even though he was all the way in Osaka.”
“Didn’t they rope Ushijima in on that also?”
“Yeah. Kita was called for that scolding.”
“Fuckin’ foxy idiots.”
“Oh? Even the Ushiwaka? So they’re… threatened,” Oikawa said with glee, shooting a wink at your flustered expression. “And frankly, they should be. Who could resist me?”
You narrowed your eyes. “Don’t provoke them.”
“Why not? It’s fun.”
You swatted at his arm, cheeks warming. “You started it, flirting like it’s your job.”
“It is my job,” he said proudly.
“You’re a setter,” Iwaizumi deadpanned. “Set the damn ball, and eat your damn rice.”
“Mm. But seriously. What’s the harm in causing a little fuss in the motherland?”
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Back at the boys’ table… the clown show continued with absolutely no grace and no subtlety. 
“Is he holding her hand?” Suna asked flatly. His eyes were narrowed and locked onto you and Oikawa like he was seconds away from aiming a spike to his head. 
“I don’t like this,” Atsumu muttered, dramatically twisting the cap off his water bottle like it personally wronged him. 
“He’s literally glowing,” Komori whispered. “Why is he glowing? He sparkled just now. Did you see that? He sparkled.”
“The bastard’s always glowing,” Kageyama gritted out, glaring a hole into his senpai’s back. 
Bokuto had both fists clenched on the table. “Why is she LAUGHING?!”
“She doesn’t laugh with us like that,” Sakusa added darkly. His eyes were squinted above his mask. 
Ushijima was unmoving, gaze locked on Oikawa like a hawk. “If he played for Japan, we would not have this problem.”
Aran leaned in. “Can we steal her back?”
“We can do better. Like a distraction,” Suna said, unlocking his phone. “I’m gonna record.”
“Like a food fight?” Komori asked.
“I can flirt,” Atsumu offered, grinning widely. 
“That’s just you on a regular Tuesday,” Sakusa said flatly.
“Hinata,” Suna said suddenly, leaning forward, “go over there and yell that your knee hurts. Cry a little.”
“Yeah. You’re her favorite. She always pays attention to you,” Aran added. 
There was a quiet pause before Hinata spoke, voice soft and wavering. 
“N-no… you guys. I think—I think Oikawa outclasses me,” Hinata said with the biggest pout ever. 
Silence. 
“Well shit.”
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Back at your table, you giggled as Oikawa boasted, “I’ve already called dibs on your dessert. For old times’ sake.”
“Why would I give you my pudding?” you asked, laughing. “You never gave me your desserts.”
“I gave you my heart,” he countered dramatically.
You blushed.
At the other table, chaos.
“Did you see that?!” Bokuto yelled. “She’s blushing! She never blushes with me!”
“She literally blushed last night when you tripped trying to flex your calves,” Komori pointed out.
“THAT WAS DIFFERENT!”
“We gotta act now,” Atsumu said, leering over to peek at your table for the millionth time.
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So, Plan Steal-The-Manager-Back commences…
Chaos, immediate and entirely manufactured, erupted from Team Japan’s table like a volcano of needy, overgrown children.
Komori suddenly fake-coughed so loud and so aggressively that he sent an entire tray of water cups crashing to the floor.
Hinata whined in his most neediest voice, “Sweets… I need you… I think my legs are cramping.”
Bokuto started sobbing. “I’m sad and I don’t know why!” he cried, face buried in his hands, voice cracking.
Atsumu flung a napkin dramatically like a flag of heartbreak and distress. 
“It’s too late,” he groaned, collapsing into Aran’s arms like he’d just been betrayed by fate itself. “She’s moved on. She’s got an Argentinean now…”
“Do you even know what country Argentina is in?” Aran asked, lugging him off.
“I—it’s the vibes, Aran!”
Suna, in all his lazy glory, just leaned back and recorded the ruckus, like this was all part of his scheme (it was).
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You blinked at the noise and turned toward the table of chaos incarnate that was Team Japan.
“Oh no,” you sighed, half-rising from your seat. “What are they doing?”
Trays were tipped, napkins were flying, and the dining staff gave glares that could kill. 
Oikawa pouted, tugging softly at your wrist. “They’re interrupting our moment.”
“Moment?” you repeated.
He winked. “Don’t tell me you didn’t notice. I’m putting on my best performance.”
You flushed again. “That’s just how you always are.”
“Exactly,” he purred. “My most irresistible form.”
“Excuse me,” Suna appeared beside you, eyes sharp. “She has to come check on the team. Medical concern.”
“Looks like a ridiculous medical concern to me.”
“Looks like a real risk of cardiac distress,” Suna fired back coolly. “They miss her so much it’s affecting their vitals.”
Hinata had somehow fake-wobbled over and clutched your sleeves—something he’d do if he was absolutely, shamelessly begging for your attention. “Sweets, I’m serious! I’m physically—and emotionally—deteriorating!”
You squinted up at him. “Sho… remember when you lost your wallet in Brazil and called me sobbing because you couldn’t buy dinner?”
Hinata blinked down at you with his best kicked-puppy eyes. “...Yes.” 
You almost felt bad. Almost. 
“And who bought you food and gave you a hug in the middle of that street?”
His voice was small and ashamed. “...O-Oikawa.”
Oikawa beamed. “You hear that? I’m a hero. Feed the boy vatapá suddenly I’m his savior.”
“Okay, but I’m still dying,” Hinata whispered dramatically.
Before you could respond, Atsumu popped up behind Hinata and raised his hand. “This is emotional sabotage, is what this is. He’s weaponizin’ nostalgia!”
“I’m weaponizing chemistry,” Oikawa corrected smoothly, winking at you again. “Can’t help it if we have a connection.”
“She has a connection with all of us,” Komori huffed, finally giving up the cough and standing with hands on his hips. 
“Yeah. ‘Cause she raised us,” Aran whispered, hands clasped. “...From dehydrated, emotionally unstable boys… into slightly more hydrated, emotionally unstable men.”
“Nah. Dehydrated, emotionally unstable babies actually,” Iwaizumi grumbled. 
Oikawa gave a lazy wave toward them. “You all are so loud. Jealousy isn't a good look on Olympians, you know.”
Atsumu gasped. “I’m not jealous! I’m competitive.”
Oikawa raised an eyebrow. “You’re still this dramatic?”
“Still prettier than you,” Atsumu snapped.
“Oh?” Oikawa smirked. “You wanna battle on looks and sets?”
“Do I?!” Atsumu growled, practically leaping over Hinata to grab at Oikawa before Suna yanked him back. 
“Both of you are just insecure because she likes my tosses better,” Kageyama added.
You turned slowly. “Actually… none of you are good setters.”
Silence.
Komori covered his face to stifle a laugh. 
There was a twitch of a smirk on Ushijima. 
Sakusa let out an approving hum. 
Aran choked on his water. 
And Kageyama looked like you told him volleyballs didn't exist. 
“I—what—” he croaked, blinking rapidly, his whole body visibly malfunctioning. “You said… I’m not… but I…” He clutched his water bottle like it could stabilize his spiraling self-esteem.
“I’m kidding,” you said quickly, reaching over to pat Kageyama’s arm before he spiraled into a full-blown existential volleyball crisis. “You’re fine. Your tosses are great.”
“Fine?!”
You turned to Atsumu. “And you’re… technically a setter.”
Atsumu gasped, clutching his chest. “Technically?! I’m Japan’s best setter! I was voted MVP… M-V-fuckin’-P!”
Iwaizumi muttered into his curry, “That was back in high school… haven’t won anything in a while, huh?”
“IWA—!”
Before Atsumu could attempt to flirt his way into a redemption arc, a pity hug, or quite possibly your lap, you leaned up to card your fingers through his hair, pushing a few strands away from his eyes. “I’m kidding, silly.”
Atsumu pouted but still melted at your touch. “Ain’t funny, sweetheart.”
Meanwhile, Kageyama was still sulking next to you, mumbling about how fine was basically the same thing as meh and he didn’t dedicate his entire adolescence to training just to be called meh by you.
Oikawa laughed so hard he nearly choked. “She’s brutal. No wonder you’re all obsessed with her.”
“And you,” you began, turning to face Oikawa (because he was not off the hook), “...are sort of a setter.”
Oikawa slow-blinked, like he didn’t understand what nonsense was thrown at him. “E-excuse me, cariño... you don't mean that... right?"
Atsumu brightened up immediately, leaning in smug. “Oh, so who’s better?”
You glanced between them—Kageyama looking like a thundercloud about to strike, Atsumu wiggling his eyebrows, and Oikawa doing his stupid pretty-boy pout. 
The boys fell silent as you thought for a moment. 
“Sugawara-senpai.”
“SUGA—”
“Yes. Suga.”
"...You know, I can't even be mad about that," Kageyama murmured.
(And was that the truth because you adored Suga).
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genshingorlsrevengeance · 2 months ago
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Can I request Herta with an S/O who's a massive tsundere?
(H:SR) Herta with a tsundere S/O
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Oh, what's that? S/O was being stubborn and getting too embarrassed to say what's on their mind?
Funny/Cute as it was, Herta doesn't have time for this.
Do you think such a beautiful, smart, and young genius like her has time to wait for S/O to stop twiddling their thumbs to say they wanna hold hands?!
Hell no! That's a waste of time for her, AND S/O!
That being said, many people ask: "Madam Herta, if you find that part about S/O annoying, why did you even agree to be with them?"
And her response is rather simple.
(Herta) "And that is any of your business, how, exactly?"
The way Herta gets around this little quirk of S/O's: Isn't it obvious? Just directly bring up whatever to where they can't beat around the bush.
(Herta) "I need a test subject and need to spend time with someone who can actually listen, S/O. Dinner will be made on time, probably."
(S/O) "...Shouldn't you ask if I want to be a test subject?"
Herta simply raised an eyebrow at S/O. They opened their mouth to say something else, but it's not like spending time with their (definitely young and attractive) girlfriend was the worst thing.
Even if there was at least a 50% chance of them imploding.
(S/O) sigh "Alright, what are we doing?"
And being fair to S/O, Herta doesn't really mind nor care of their blushy-attitude that they give her.
If anything, it makes them a little more fun to be around. Heavens know that Herta is a handful to be around, the least she could do for her beloved (test subject) was to return the favor.
Alongside Asta, and some of the Genius Society, S/O was also a voice of reason to stop some insane plan or research she had, lest the entire Herta Space Station blinks into some god-forsaken star, or some other freak abomination.
It also puts S/O's social skills to the test! They can't be a tsundere if they need to tell Asta that Herta was harnessing the power of a star to do Aeons knows what.
And that was the least of S/O's concerns. What they really had to worry about was when she was bored and had free time.
(Herta) "Hm...While I'm here on the Station, S/O, we need to get you a new set of clothes!"
(S/O) "You're not going to make me go into your wardrobe again, right?"
(Herta) "Well, I do intend for you to help me sometime in the next three years, so no, obviously. But that being said..."
She snaps her fingers and immediately, several puppets burst into the room.
(S/O) "You didn't need to snap to summon them."
(Herta) "Has it occurred to you that I do things because I like to, S/O?"
(S/O) "I think that's one of the first things I learned about you..."
(Herta) "Exactly! Now, let's have you visited by the Emanator of Beauty!"
About an hour passes and the entire room is devoured by rolling racks of clothes, with even some of the puppets acting as Coat Hangars, with their arms out-stretched into a T-Pose.
All the while, Herta is sitting on a floating key, trying to decide which shade of purple matched S/O the best, researching some other things on the side of a tablet.
With S/O checking themselves in a mirror, also held by a smaller Herta.
Herta appeared busy with the many things occupying her, S/O stealing a glance from the mirrors and quietly smiling to themselves.
(Herta) "...It'll last longer if you take a picture, y'know."
S/O shifted their eyes away and blushed, mumbling something under their breath much to her amusement.
(S/O) "D-Don't tease me!"
(Herta) "Hm? And you are going to do what exactly? If I continue to do so?"
Suddenly, Herta was by S/O's side, giving them the smirk they (loved) were irritated by so much.
(S/O) "I-I..."
(Herta) "Ah, get flustered. Naturally."
Herta chuckles to herself as she hands the outfit to S/O to try on, finally stepping back onto the ground and checking both herself and her lover in the mirror.
(Herta) "Now, chop chop! Try it on!"
(S/O) "Will this even look good on me?"
(Herta) "I'll ignore the doubt you have in my fashion sense, which is a crime against me I'll have you know, and say, obviously! I'm the one who chose it, and you're the one wearing it."
S/O's face heated up from Herta's own flavor of compliment and took the outfit, preparing to change again.
All the while, Herta just smiled to herself, and turned away for them to change.
She was still looking, and S/O knew that, but for the sake of their prideful heart, they chose not to say anything.
But...admittedly, S/O loved the attention, and Herta knew that damn well.
It was nice to have someone that could understand each other in a more intimate way, and it went both ways.
...Most of the time, anyways.
Its kind of hard to view your girlfriend the same way once she harnesses the power of a nearby star with some unfathomably complicated device just to see if she could and prove some random-ass researcher four hundred sectors away wrong.
S/O was prideful in not admitting they liked to kiss her, but holy shit that was kind of a whole other level.
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A/N: Do you guys tell how much I love writing Herta? She's so damn funny. I always knew I had a taste for insane brunette scientists (See Hange), and DAMN Herta scratches that itch.
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twistedteatime · 2 months ago
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Care
A/N: I feel like crap today. I'm better now than I was earlier. I wanted some period care with Bucky and decided to write it myself. I've got other fics to write, but this is the one that came of today. It's not in the Scorpio AU. It's just a standalone.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x !femReader
POV: 2nd no use of Y/N.
Summary: Bucky comes home and finds you in a state of pain because of your period and takes care of you.
Word Count: 1.4k
Warnings: Strangely enough I don't think there's any LANGUAGE to warn about for once. Fluff. Care. Talk of heavy period pain symptoms (because I'm not in the tribe of periods being unmentionable). Bucky and Alpine being cute. I can't think of anything else. (I'm sure there's more but I can't remember)
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You were still home when Bucky walked into the house. His brows scrunched together as his blue eyes looked at you as you shuffled back through the doorway from the bathroom, Alpine following you with a worried meow.
Concern bubbled in his stomach at the sight of your pale face and tired, heavy-lidded eyes, sweat soaking through one of his T shirts you were wearing. Then you looked at him as he was looking at the pulled-out drawers, tears pooling in your eyes as he stepped in with a gentle sigh and locked the door as he always did.
He knew what this was. He hated it, but not for most reasons men hated it. Bucky hated what it did to you.
Not every month, but too often for his liking your period put you in a state like this. The last couple of months had been alright, but not this one.
You sniffled, “I can’t find the heating pad anywhere. I’m so hot, though. I’ve already changed my clothes twice. I’m hungry but the thought of food makes me wanna puke. I did puke. It feels like my uterus wants to implode. My head hurts…and I’m so tired!”
You were overwhelmed. It wasn’t the first time.
Pain radiated in your lower back, your lower abdomen felt like it was a hand mercilessly squeezing a tube, your thighs ached and you could feel the start of a migraine coming that was almost guaranteed if you started crying. If you cried you were done for but you were so tired it hurt to hold it together.
He didn’t hesitate another moment.
“Shh…I’m home now, sweetheart. It’s gonna be alright.” Bucky soothed, walking quickly over to you to scoop you up in his arms to carry you to the couch, “The heating pad is in the closet. I’ll go get it. Does it help to sit or help to walk?”
“Sit.”
“Okay. Don’t move. I’ve got you, okay?” he asked and you nodded, wiping your eyes, smiling a bit when he kissed your forehead.
You’d been worried when you first moved in together that he didn’t understand what you meant when you said your periods could get bad. It worried you how he’d react to them and how long it’d take before he got annoyed with them. The first time he saw what happened in its full “glory” Bucky had been intensely worried but had also sprung himself into action to do everything he could to alleviate it.
He had even asked Sarah for help and followed her advice to the letter. Including trying to get you to go to the doctor. You found it ironic with how much he hated going to them himself that he was willingly taking you to one.
The experience didn’t improve his opinion on them. Not that you didn’t warn him what would happen. You’d been through it enough.
Just take Tylenol, Advil, Aleve, Pamprin, Midol, etc. Eye rolls. Ignored.
You were used to it. Bucky didn’t give up. He kept trying and whenever you had a bad month he was always there to take care of you. It helped more than the OTC meds and even though you found a doctor that listened, which you were slightly convinced their fear of your boyfriend played a large factor in, you still had bad months.
In a moment he was there with the large pad, plugging it in and handing you the controls to place it over your front, and he had another one of his shirts. You just raised your arms for him to pull the sweat soaked one off and let him put on the lighter dry one. He put an extra blanket on the couch behind you knowing once the hot flash was over you’d get cold. Bucky didn’t want you to feel cold just in case he wasn’t done before you did.
Next came a large glass of water with a wedge of lemon in it and three different flavors of candy canes or peppermints. He kept them in the house year-round once he figured out that one of them was usually likely to help with your nausea. The next part was the hard part.
“I know you don’t feel good, sweetie, but you really do need to eat. What have you tried?”
“Toast. It didn’t stay down…and I just can’t…think of something that tastes…good.” You answered and he nodded, thinking before carefully suggesting a few things that you usually would eat on days like this until you slowly nodded, “That…that’s not nauseating…”
He nodded and went back into the kitchen, Alpine hot on his tail. Occasionally you’d hear her meow at him and him respond to it. Soft, short, then a bit more accusatory.
“Have you been watching Kitchen Nightmares with her again?”
It made you chuckle sleepily. He brought out your food a few moments later, sitting with you to eat, putting on one of your favorite shows that you knew he secretly liked even if he said he didn’t. Still he mostly kept his eyes on you with soft, caring, and concerned ones.
The food stayed down. You’d love to say it always did when he made it, but sometimes it didn’t want to. You’d love to say the moment he got home that the pain subsided but you both knew that wasn’t how it worked. You’d love to say a lot of things you couldn’t, but you focused on what you could before the heaviness of your thoughts could pull you down too far.
Bucky was a cuddler on regular days but on these ones he took it to the next level whenever you needed it. Sure there were days you didn’t want to be touched, which he respected without question, but those days were far fewer than the ones where you just wanted to be held.
This was one of them and as soon as you were both done with your food and the dishes put away Bucky returned and pulled you into his lap, heating pad and all.
Alpine hopped up into your now vacant seat as she always did, curling herself up where you had been. Like usual she looked at you, then looked at Bucky, and then he nodded. Only then did she either lay her head down or turn it to look at the TV with the two of you.
It depended on what you were watching.
You were still sweating. Bucky noticed this and held out his left hand to you. The metal of it was cool, soothing, and even if it was a strange use for it, in some ways, to him, he was grateful for it. So were you while guiding it where you wanted, usually to your spine which sometimes required you to shift around a bit so he could run his hand up and down it. Sometimes it was just to your face. Sometimes, like today, you just slipped it under his shirt on you and around your side so he’d hold you closer.
He always did and you never failed to doze off, head against his shoulder within the next ten or so minutes. Usually less. Eyelids heavy, head foggy, you’d doze off even if it took you some time.
“Thank you.” You said softly, meekly, and his heart clenched as it always did.
To him it wasn’t something he needed to be thanked for, but, he supposed, he thanked you for things you didn’t think needed thanking for.
So he replied the same way you did, “You don’t need to thank me, but if it makes you feel better, you’re welcome.”
“Hmm.” You hummed, cuddling into him more with a small smile.
“Feelin’ better?”
“Yeah…sleepy…” you answered and he nodded, holding you close, “Sleepy and weird questions. Like: what did women with periods crave before chocolate was a thing?”
“I don’t know, sweetheart, I’m not that old.” He retorted lightly, lips curling up softly when you chuckled heavily, drifting off slowly, “Probly some other sweet thing. Like honey.”
“Mh…why?”
“I don’t know. Energy from the sugar?”
“Then why’d I crave chips?” you asked sleepily.
“They’re carbohydrates. Carbs are energy.”
“Then why’m I so sleepy?” you mumbled and he just cuddled you with a small smile.
“Hormones and other things. Get some sleep, baby, I’ve got you.” Bucky said and you smiled while dozing off, knowing you were safe and cared for.
Once he was sure you were asleep, and that Alpine wasn’t watching it, he turned your show off to put something else on. Something he knew you liked even if you teased him for it being old and kind of corny. He wasn’t really watching it; he was typing into his phone.
To your doctor.
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A/N: Someone might be in trouble. Slight, teensy weensy itty bitty kinda sorta soft dark Bucky. Maybe. Bascially this is what I'd want from Bucky today for myself so...call it self indulgent. It helped. I feel better now. Sort of. Enough to function on my other fics.
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bugs1nmybrain · 11 months ago
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✨️ L Lawliet w/ a Shy & Insecure Reader Headcanons ✨️
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Notes: I got real specific here. I need some validation haha. I swear if L ever complimented me I'd implode and then explode like I've done many times in the DS game (don't make fun of me >:<)
I'm adding pink text and sparkles to the title. Cope with it DN twt
Warnings: 18+!!! There is some sexy content, no gendered terms or pronouns. I tried being inclusive with the sexy stuff. Talks about poor self-esteem and insecurities. L being his rude ass self at one point. Reader described as quiet. I did indeed write L as a sweetheart, and I don't regret it one bit! :D. Not proofread
For starters, shy isn't a problem for L. He appreciates that you're quiet and relatively polite. It makes it easier for him to get away with dating you because he knows you're not going to be obnoxious around headquarters, and there's a good chance you'll never even mention that you're his partner
He finds it vry cute. Especially when you stumble over your words when he flirts with you. His pride is very comfy with you.
You are a perfect parallel play lover!!! He's grateful that you don't pester him when he's busy, but he doesn't mind you being around him. You can draw, do homework, write, play video games, anything. He just appreciates your company. He's also 100% paying attention out of his peripheral vision.
But because you're quiet, sometimes you don't share all of your thoughts with him and it can make for a satisfying relationship. L sure as shit isn't disclosing a lot of stuff, so he sees it as even
A lot of your secrets are insecurities, though. You worry a lot about your competency as a romantic partner. Whether it's your intelligence, physical beauty, personality, interests, anything really. You're always anxious that you're not enough, and not enough for him.
L knows well that you lack confidence. He's torn, actually, because he wants to see you become more sure of yourself and he'll try to help. He teaches you skills when he has time and makes sure to compliment you when you do something good. Sometimes he stretches the truth in his praises just to make you feel better. He knows you value his opinion a lot.
However, your insecure nature is an easy opening for him to get away with a lot. Nothing that serious, but secret tests are a given with L, and he does like to test if you'll push through him not given you the validation he knows you want. It actually does make him feel like 10% bad, though, and he'll make up for it.
He understands why you're insecure, but at the same time, he thinks it's silly. Especially when you admit to him that you're worried about your physical appearance or sexual abilities. It's in those moments he just wants to tell you to stop because "have you seen me, y/n?"
But yes please flatter his ego
When you started sleeping together it actually was pretty smooth and natural
I truly believe L was a virgin until you, so he probably wasn't much more confident than you
The doom of adult virginity/inexperience is that everyone expects you to be pornographic by now, and for an insecure person that can be very demanding
L doesn't expect that and won't be disappointed by something slow and "vanilla." He likes that, honestly. But of course, if/whenever you're ready for something more spicy, he's very open to communicating about it
This guy is just happy to touch you, period
If you fumble because you're nervous, he's not upset, but he'll redirect you with affirming words
He does admittedly get irritated by consistent nagging and the self-deprecating comments you make. It annoys him after a bit. He'll likely disengage to avoid hurting your feelings, but if you're persistent, he'll give it to you straight.
"The only thing you should be insecure about is that you're a broken record."
Fight the tears
It actually does make him upset when you doubt him and his love for you. It makes him feel like you don't trust him. L is aware that he's deceptive by nature, but he wants you to trust that he values you. He certainly wouldn't be in a committed relationship with you if his feelings weren't genuine
So he reminds you. Again. And again. That he wants you in his life and treasures you
You're lucky that he loves you so much
Sometimes, you'll go through periods of isolating from him because you're afraid of bothering him. Trust me. He's glad to have time to work, but he does pick up on your distance quick
You're so afraid of asking him for attention
or even just a bite of his cake. He always offers, tho.
But yea. L is a busy guy and comfortable in seclusion, so he isn't that clingy. He can go a long time without checking in on you, which doesn't help the paranoia
When he decides to take a break for once, usually his first instinct is to either 1. Get coffee or a treat, or 2. Make a bee line to see you!!
OR 3. BRING YOU FOOD TO SHARE
Know that he loves you much more than most things. You are his priority, even if his work takes precedence at times.
He'll attempt to build your trust over time because he understands how hard it is to believe in someone's honesty. It'll get better, and you'll likely start to feel more self-assured with him. L talks a lot, but he believes actions speak louder than words, so he'll show you how much he loves you through the little things because you light up his world after an exhausting day full of murder and nonstop thinking. You're home to him and he wants you to feel the same way about him.
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solxamber · 9 months ago
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If you haven’t gotten this already, maybe a part 2 to Idia x sentient npc reader?
Maybe they somehow find themselves in twst? Maybe isekai style (I’m stuck on you villainess fics lol)? Or if you had other ideas that’s totally fine too. (I’m not used to requesting 😭)
I really like your stuff so honestly I wanna give you as much creative freedom. Or if you feel like that fic is over/you don’t have inspo for it anymore that’s understandable too 😊
Keep up the amazing work!! 💖💖
Idia Shroud x Sentient NPC Part 2
Part 1 : here
Thank you for the request, and I'm glad you like my isekai fics <3
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The moment you blink into existence in Twisted Wonderland, you’re not sure if this is real life or another game glitch. One minute you were comfortably breaking the fourth wall and wooing a gamer, and the next? You’re standing in front of an overgrown haunted house with a big “Night Raven College” sign. And a certain blue-haired, fire-topped guy is gaping at you like you’ve just sprouted another head.
“W-WAIT,” Idia stammers, eyes wide behind his tablet as he stares at you. “This—This isn’t happening. There’s no way. Did I… did I actually summon an NPC?!”
You take one look at him—tousled hair, dark circles under his eyes, and the way his fingers hover over his tablet like it’s some sort of lifeline—and a grin tugs at your lips. Oh, this is gonna be good.
“Well, well, well,” you say, casually strolling over to him. “If it isn’t my favorite player. Miss me?”
Idia makes a noise somewhere between a squeak and a strangled gasp, his whole body freezing up. “Y-You—! You’re here! How are you here?! Did I—is this some cursed DLC? Am I in a nightmare? Oh my god, is this another event?!”
You lean in, narrowing your eyes playfully. “Nightmare? Babe, I thought you were happy to see me.”
Idia’s face flushes a deep red, and he yanks his hoodie up over his head, mumbling something incoherent into the fabric. “H-Happy? Who said anything about happy?! I didn’t sign up for a ‘real-life NPC invading my world’ edition!”
You raise an eyebrow. “Oh? You weren’t just thinking about how much you’d like me if I were in the real world?”
He stiffens so hard it’s like his entire spine turned into a steel rod. “HOW DID YOU—NO. I didn’t—this isn’t—this is a glitch, it has to be! Or a fever dream. Or maybe I finally lost it after all those sleepless nights grinding for rare drops—"
"You're cute when you ramble," you interrupt with a smirk, enjoying watching him implode. "So, are you going to show me around this place, or should I just assume you’re too flustered to handle me?"
Idia stares at you like you’ve grown two extra heads. “Y-You’re just… okay with this? You’re literally… in a different dimension, and you’re fine?!”
You shrug. “Eh, it’s a step up from my last gig. Besides,” you add, leaning in closer, “I kinda like having you as my guide.”
His brain short-circuits for a full ten seconds. “G-GUIDE?! L-Like an actual dating sim?! Do you think this is a game?!”
You pause dramatically. “Isn’t everything a game?”
There’s an audible groan from behind you, and you turn to find Grim, your new furry audience member, smacking his face with his paw. “Great, just what we needed—another weirdo.”
Idia, still staring at you like you’re some kind of unholy glitch in his life’s code, manages to stammer out, “I—I can’t believe this is real. There’s no way this is real.”
You smirk. “It’s real, all right. And don’t pretend you’re not thrilled. I can practically hear your heart racing.”
His face flushes even deeper, and he clutches his tablet like it’s his last connection to sanity. “Okay, okay. You’re in Twisted Wonderland, fine. But this doesn’t mean you get to start… start messing with the plot!”
You grin. “Who says I’m here to follow the plot?”
Idia lets out a strangled noise, burying his face deeper in his hoodie. “This… this is too much. I’m not ready for this level of immersion. This is like, hardcore VR, but real! And with you here, it’s… it’s… OH MY GOD, WHAT DO I DO?!”
You put a hand on his shoulder, forcing him to look at you. “Easy. You play the game, Idia. And let me show you how fun it can get when I’m the one writing the script.”
The look of sheer panic—and excitement—on his face is priceless. "Y-You're serious?!" he squeaks, not sure whether to pass out or burst into flames from sheer embarrassment. "But, like—what if this is a permanent event?! What if I never—"
"Oh, relax," you say, poking his chest lightly. "I'll make sure we both enjoy this little 'quest.'"
There’s another groan from Grim, but you ignore him, keeping your eyes locked on the flustered mess in front of you. Idia’s practically a puddle at this point, cheeks redder than Riddle’s roses, but you know he’s loving every second of it.
“Okay,” he mutters, glancing between you and his tablet. “Okay, I can work with this. Maybe it’s not a total catastrophe. I mean, you’re here, so—wait, does that mean you’re, like… my NPC now?”
You flash him a rogue grin. “If that’s what you want, I’m all yours.”
Idia blinks. Then, with the kind of realization that only a true gamer would have, he straightens up slightly. “I-Is this… the ultimate secret route?!”
"Could be," you say, leaning in closer. "You think you can handle it?"
He stares at you, wide-eyed and flustered beyond belief, but finally, he nods—though it's more of a nervous twitch than anything. "Y-Yeah. Yeah, I-I can handle it. This is fine. Totally fine. Just… don’t, uh, don’t go rogue too much? I-I don’t think I can survive if you start rewriting my entire life!”
You laugh. “No promises, player.”
The panic in his eyes is real, but so is the smile slowly creeping onto his face. And as you stand there, facing him in this strange new world, you realize you’re both about to have a lot of fun.
"Welcome to the real game," you whisper, before pulling him into a kiss.
Idia promptly drops his tablet.
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emo-trash101 · 7 months ago
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fluff daisuke x reader? literally go wild just make it cute plz <3
UHM UHM UHM I WOULD LIVE TO ACTUALLY IM SO EXTREMELY EXCITED TO WRITE THIS IM GONNA IMPLODE YIPPEE
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Daisuke x Reader
Pronouns: second person
Tw: uhm, literally everything with mouthwashing, tooth rotting fluff, Jimmy
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- Okay, so I'm gonna start this off by saying that while I think Daisuke is most definitely not well versed in like, committed relationships, he's definitely had some situationships and even possibly casual partners.
- Also, bro is definitely Bisexual or potentially Pansexual.
- He has little to no care about his partner's sexual parts or anything, he's just happy to be there
- but okok, so you both definitely met cause well, you work on the Tulpar, but you both worked in different areas of the freighter, so the most you guys would run into each other during the work hours was like, 4-5 times max.
- And especially as your trip began, it was almost difficult to try and socialize with people, especially if it's your first time doing this type of job.
- The whole abandoning family to go shoot through space for months on end tended to make even the most experienced veterans of this occupation a little tense, at least at first.
- But after a week or so, when everyone started to get more acclimated to being on the ship and doing their jobs is when everyone started to really get closer emotionally
- The first time you and him really spoke spoke (aside from from casual work small talk or halfhearted trash talk during games) was when you found him grabbing several sugar packets and shoving them into his pockets, dropping a couple as well.
- He looked over at you, shocked at being caught and almost immediately tried to explain it away with jokes or excuses, but you just chuckled softly and picked up one of the sugar packets, handing it to him.
- And even if he didn't know it then, that was definitely when he started crushing on you.
- The sparkle in his eyes as your hands made contact from him grabbing the packet, along with the soft smile on your face that came along with your snarky comment that he definitely didn't pay attention to, well it almost made him explode
- (Kinda like the Tulpar) anyways
- After that, he was kinda so dense about his crush on you, that everyone knew to a degree that he had something going for you, well except for you and him.
- You really didn't start crushing on him until a week or so later.
- On that particular day, Jimmy was just in a bad mood already, and you were just the closest target, having potentially done something even a little wrong with your job.
-He tore into a little extra harsh for him (during this time at least) and left you somewhat scarred emotionally.
-Well luckily, Daisuke was there and witnessed almost the entire thing, and we'll, he was gonna allow his new founded favorite person to feel bad over something so stupid.
- He walked up to you, striking up a conversation just as easily as he did every other day, but this time, after one of his stupidly funny comments he sprinkles in a "But I think you're doing a pretty good job."
- He said it with such sincerity, such kindness in your eyes that you couldn't help from blushing, even if he almost immediately glossed over the comment and continued yapping about some other thing (dude is a certified yapper)
- I think it could likely go either way with who confesses first, it just depends on the person.
- But if he were to confess, he'd likely start by approaching you and inviting you to chill with him in his room for a little bit, just as friends.
- So you both would be huddled together, trying to watch his tiny ass Gameboy screen as he played it, and he would be snacking on his stolen sugar packets, before looking over at you.
- And the lighting would just be perfect and you would look perfect and you would have this amazingly candid smile on your face, and he would just blurt it out.
- "Wouldyoupleaseprettypleasebemypartner"
- He would almost die from shock and embarrassment at the same time until you respond (obviously responding with a yes)
- So okay, I think generally in a relationship he would definitely have words of affirmation and physical touch as like, his main love languages.
- But he would likely just adore all of them regardless.
- He seems a lot like the type of person who just loves loving people, and doesn't care how
- But most of the time, in y'all's free time or minimal times you see each other while you're working, he will have some kind of contact with you, and he doesn't even know which its gonna be
- he just loves and adores like all of it
-Kisses? Yes. Hugs? Yes. Cuddles? Yes. Living inside of your skin? Yes.
- He also adds you to the most constantly yapped about topics.
- Poor Swansea is the most affected by it, mainly hearing all of Daisuke's random thoughts about you like all the time because he's just a certified yapper and I love him for that.
- Swansea had to ban you from being in his workspace during work hours because Daisuke will just, not do anything except like, fawn over you the entire time you're there.
- But at the end of the day, when there's nothing left to really do, you both can be usually found either
A. Playing games together
B. Cuddling together on the couch in the common area
C. In either of y'all's rooms (together obviously)
- And in almost all scenarios, you guys are just snuggled up together like two little kittens conserving heat.
- And even though you likely do some of the most menial tasks during the day, Daisuke will still praise you for them like they're more important than him literally stopping the freighter from imploding.
- In all, mans is actually head over heels for you, and is like a good 8/10 boyfriend
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This was actually so much writing but like, anything for my wife Daisuke 🤭🤭🤭
Make sure you drink water and eat food :)
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mi-co-uk · 17 days ago
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CRIMINAL MATT X "PRINCESS" READER ⋆˚࿔
BLURB: "hostage" - matt takes care of princess reader after she's left alone and drunk.
- takes place after chapter two of (this) series but it can be read separately!!
this is part of my billie eilish writing marathon [here]
WARNINGS: intoxication, implied stalking, implied SA, I would say this is fluffy c:
wc: 600
AU MASTERLIST // NAV // ALL AUS
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“can you stay?”
“no.”
She whined with an expression of pure disapproval. 
“‘s not happening.” matt organised her covers to hold her tightly, brushing the hair out of her face despite the complete destain she was trying to communicate. “you dont even want me here. you’re just drunk”
“no i need you here, i wanna be safe”
one of matts rules was how far hed follow her. Hed never go into her house, hed give her space when he was certain she was safe. Even then he wouldnt be too far. Now he was inside, in her space, only because he had no choice. Matt had never thought to wonder long about what happened between these walls, assuming her brother’s protective nature would take care of her. 
“you are safe, no ones gonna get you here i promise. That asshole didnt follow us, youll be okay”
The alcohol had her eyes widened, sparkling in the dim light as she stared at matt with far too much trust that he was comfortable with. If she was sober she wouldnt want him, he hadnt earned her yet. 
“not him.”
“what?”
“I dont care ‘bout.. that guy.”
“who are you worried about?”
She blinked away the settling tears in her waterline. “everyone else.”
He had been so sure before. He was sure that she was safe, as much as he hated her brother he had trusted him to keep her safe. But he hadnt. She wasnt safe. 
“please stay”
Against his previous judgement, he pushed off his shoes and climbed into her bed on the other side, giving her the space to spread out on her own terms. She shifted herself around to face him, staring into his eyes as if with hope. 
“your brothers gonna kill me, you know.”
She tugged at his shirt, pulling him a little closer so she could rest her head on his chest and let matts arm rest on her back. “He thinks you’ll hurt me”
“I wont.”
“I know.”
She reached her arm to rest across his chest, gripping onto his shirt. Her body was trying to pull her into sleep, but she wanted to hold onto the moment a little longer. There was a new lack of pressure to be someone else, she wasnt there for someone elses pleasure, he didnt see that as her purpose. Shed started to process the fact matt had been there to help her, he was there at the exact right moment. Hed also said before that he knew everything about her, he saw her in ways that other people refused to acknowledge despite how obvious it was at times.
“you follow me?”
matt hesitated before whispering, “i can stop”
“can you- like, be around me? properly? ‘m not safe- o-or at least i dont feel it.” she mumbled through her words as her eyes tried to close. “I think id feel it with you.”
She pushed herself into him closer, using him as support as if she would drown if she let go.
“you tell me when youre sober and ill do it.”
“promise?”
“promise.”
“you’re gonna keep me?”
“dont get ahead of yourself.”
She giggled into his shirt, eyes closed with her body free from tension. Shed never been able to trust someone the way she could trust him, matt was too enamoured with her to do anything she didnt want, and she felt that. She trusted him with herself. 
“night, matty”
“night, princess.”
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a/n this is kinda really cute I'm gonna implode
taglist:
everything taglist: @pair-of-pantaloons @oopsiedaisydeer @corspebridedelrey @browniepop62 @izzylovesmatt @michele-sturns @courta13 @sturns-mermaid @emely9274 @baebadoobee4ever @fw-lee @afr8idofrats @stvrniolotrxpl3ts @chrxsprettygirl @franticroads @m4gz-png @clairomatt @allisonclairee @mattshorsenecklace @whor3ing @matts-girlfriend @obsessedwiththesturniolos @shadowthesim237 @chrisslut04 @jetaimevous @eeyoresturnz @dolliraez @sugarraez @pizzapocketpocketpizza @k1ssettae @pink1man @bbgirlmatt @fadedstvrn @sturnslutz @ribbonlovergirl @msvalsius @mattsfavoriteteddybear @sturnberries @jacsismattswife @tezzzzzzzz @matts-hersheys-kisses + all matt only taglist : @trulygentle @apersononearth011 + angst and fluff only taglist : @xeneasworld @auttysturnz @kayskreativeideas @franticroads + fluff only taglist : @sturniolosymphony 🎀 : @cutesylady @backwardshatnick
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atarathegreat · 1 year ago
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Hello! May request a Draken sibling!Reader x Mikey. Any scenario and/or headcanons will do! Thx♡
No one knew what the hell was wrong with the commander. For weeks on end Mikey had been acting weird, not acting as childish or as ruthless. Even in fights, he was more inclined to let people at least have the ability to walk away, which was a little concerning to Draken. All the founders and captains were used to Mikey absolutely destroying his opponent, and he just suddenly...stopped.
Draken leaned back on his bed, watching his friend. "The hell is up with you recently, man?" Kenny couldn't take it. Especially when Mikey was over to hang out, he wasn't acting like himself. "What do you mean, Ken-chin?" Mikey looked up from the comic book in his hand. "Dude, you've been acting strange as hell." Draken threw a pillow at him. Mikey was the only one who hadn't noticed this change. He thought he was the same as always.
"Kenny!" Mikey straightened up at the cute voice, "I brought you and Mikey some drinks." Draken's little sister came in and set down a couple of drinks. She was only a few months older than Emma, and Mikey figured that if Kenny had a crush on Emma, then he could have a crush on Y/n. Dark eyes watched as she plopped down next to her brother, "And the ladies said that, when you have time, they need help moving a couple boxes."
"I'll get to it when I get to it. Damn." Draken rolled his eyes, "Don't they know I'm busy?"
Y/n giggled, and Mikey felt like his heart was going to implode. She was adorable. Unlike Emma, she had no desire to grow up fast, be more mature, or even dress like she had something to show. Mikey loved his sister, of course, but this girl... she was everything he wanted, and he couldn't help but compare and contrast the two the same way he did to himself and Kenny. Draken was mature and careful where Mikey was childish and impulsive. Was Y/n the same as him? He really hoped so.
"What about you, Mikey? Can you help?" Y/n turned to the shorter blonde.
Draken tugged on her ponytail, "Hey, don't start asking my friends to do your chores!"
"I'm asking for help, you overgrown lima bean!"
"Watch your mouth, you underdeveloped mouse!"
It was always weird when the two argued, hurling meaningless insults at each other that Draken would apologize for later.
For a second, Mikey wondered if she'd even be into a short guy. He was just around below average, but she grew up staring at the ceiling to talk to her brother. What if she couldn't stand looking eye level at him? Or what if she wanted someone with a deeper voice? Mikey wasn't exactly...gruff.
"Stop being a brat!" Y/n was pinning Draken down and jerking on his shirt, "I'm only asking for help, not for him to do everything for me!" Kenny could've easily thrown her off, but she was his baby sister. So, he yelled to Mikey for help. "Mikey, grab this deranged dust bunny!"
Mikey was careful to grab around her waist, no higher and no lower, to pull her away from her brother. He liked carrying Y/n, but he didn't want to hold on for too long and risk Draken seeing that he had a crush. "We should bring her along to our next fight and set her loose on the guys!" Mikey laughed, though he wouldn't actually let her anywhere near a fight. "I'll help you with whatever it is." Mikey smiled, ignoring the way Draken groaned and told him not to bother.
Despite her brothers' warnings to not help, Mikey followed her through the brothel and to her own little room. "I just need help moving these boxes to the room across from Kenny's." She crouched down and picked up a box, a box that Mikey quickly grabbed from her. "Alright." He grabbed another box underneath it, "Lead the way."
Maybe he would just confess to Y/n when Kenny confessed to Emma...
yes, the parallel is on purpose :)
Part 2
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