#if u have references i would LOVE to see them but i just went the literal crack route here

[fuzzbuns]

Was talking to a friend about this so excuse the ramble but:

I feel like we are at a really weird point in fandom culture where like. People just want to be fed content rather than engage with anything meaningfully ever which has led to people being incapable of letting things just end. Like i thought we all agreed that people making seasons and seasons and seasons of shows for profit as it becomes such a nothing burger and everyone starts hating it is bad and we would rather creatives be allowed to tell the story they want to tell with the ending they want it to have. But now a movie comes out that people enjoy and rather than just enjoying it for what it is people beg for a sequel or a spin off series. An indie animation that was released slowly over multiple years finally comes to an end and instead of looking forward to the next project from a talented group of creatives people just. Ask for more of the thing they JUST finished.

Like what happened to making shit up. What happened to taking your desire for more and like. Doing something with it. Loose ends or things left up to the viewer should be fuel for you to write a fanfic or make fan art or just like, excitedly theorize with a friend. Or like it should incentivize you to seek out more art. Ok you liked this show for x y reasons so go read this book that inspired it or watch the other shows the writer made or look for a fan fic someone else wrote about the one thing you cant stop thinking about.

That and like my friend pointed out, it feels like people dont even chew on their food anymore!! Like are you even meaningfully connecting to what you claim you love so much before asking for seconds??? You didnt even finish chewing!!!!

Idk. I think ppl honestly want to be in a fandom with constantly updating official content more than they want to actually connect with and engage with art and i find that sad but its also not like im the first to point this out 🤷‍♀️

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i am so sorry you’re feeling bad :(( pls picture gil in peak walleyed poker faced blind to subtext soldier mode while francois and karl glare at each other around him because each feels that the other is encroaching on his particular rights….early 18th century for peak silliness. fran should wear one of those wigs with kitty ears

Gil is busy dissociating/trying not to implode under the anxiety of Being Perceived By Senpais and Francois is very taken with this cute new kingdom who dresses himself up as a soldier and pretends that he doesn't notice the attention. Karl is shooting Francois glares the entire time because his brother has always coveted his vassals and now this one is officially a kingdom outside his imperial dominion Francois is apparently taking that as an open invitation to make himself known, very possibly in the biblical sense--

He's also glaring in mute horror at Francois wig. Francis is sly and almost draped over Gilbert's (Karl was somewhat begrudgingly forced to actually remember his name after he became a fully fledged kingdom in his own right) shoulder and toying with that long queue. Gilbert is apparently dead-set on ignoring the simmering tension between the brothers. If he doesn't move or play along then the predators might lose interest and not maul him.

But, but. Is there not a part of him that... Desires the attention, and recognition? Out of the corner of his eye he can see the way Karl bristles and Francois' leering grin. He can recognise a battle when he sees one and it brings him a sick little joy to enable it with passivity.

Even if he does find the 'cat ears' woven into Francois' wig... More than a little ridiculous.

[offthewall1979]

my review of Moonwalk: hot mess. ★★★.

[cipheress-to-k-pop]

daddy j.t.

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Word Count: 1.5k words

A/N: Despite the title i swear this is an innocent fic. i actually kinda hate it cuz it went better in my head but this is really more of a rando fic abt y/n ft. jason but oh well

credits to @saradika-graphics for the dividers!

The end of the day was always a little bittersweet.

The scent of Play-Doh clung to the air, the carpet was speckled with glitter and suspiciously sticky spots, and somewhere behind you, a rogue pipe cleaner poked out from under a beanbag like a warning. But the chaos had quieted. The last of your tiny humans were zipping up backpacks, putting on Velcro shoes with dramatic effort, and waving their latest masterpieces in the air like sacred scrolls.

“Dorothy,” You called one of the little girls in the class, her parents were waiting at the door to pick her up, “Your mummy and daddy are here!”

“Mummy! Look!” The child beamed, clutching their drawing with pride.

You loved your job. Even on days when your knees hurt and you were 98% made of hand sanitizer, there was something sacred about teaching kindness, counting, and how to open a banana without crying.

The last kiddo was scooped up by their parent with a tired smile and a thank you, and as the door shut behind them, you exhaled.

Peace.

For about seven seconds.

A soft knock sounded on the doorframe. You turned to find your supervisor, Ellen, standing there with a polite smile and her signature clipboard clutched in one hand. You’d worked with her long enough to know what that clipboard meant: You were not in trouble, but you were about to be annoyed.

“Got a second?”

You gave her a tight-lipped smile, “Always.”

She stepped into the room, glancing around at the day’s chaos, “Your class room is always too clean after arts and crafts day, (Y/N). I'm impressed.”

“I almost got shanked with a glue stick during Free Play.”

She didn’t laugh, which meant: yes, this was definitely a clipboard conversation.

“So,” She began carefully, “I got an email this afternoon. From one of the parents.”

You nodded slowly, “Let me guess. Someone thinks snack time is pushing a pro-fruit agenda again.”

“It’s about something you said,” She said, a little sheepishly, "It was Elliot’s mom.”

Of course it was.

You’d dealt with Elliot’s mom before. Perfect nails, perfect teeth, perfect judgmental stare. The woman wore yoga pants like battle armor and asked things like “Have you disinfected the ball pit between uses?” as if you had a pit crew hiding in the janitor’s closet.

“What about Elliot’s mom?” You asked, already mentally bracing.

“She said she was uncomfortable because you called her husband ‘Daddy’.”

You blinked, “...What?”

“She just said she didn’t like it and would prefer if you didn’t use that language when referring to them.”

You squinted, “Did she mention me calling her ‘Mummy?’ Because I always say both. ‘Mummy’s picking you up,’ ‘Daddy’s gonna love that drawing.’ That’s just how the kids talk about their parents.”

Ellen shrugged helplessly, “She didn’t mention that. Just that she doesn’t want you using those terms anymore.”

You paused, “Okay… can I say Mum and Dad then?”

“That’s fine,” Ellen nodded, “As long as you’re not using ‘Mummy’ and ‘Daddy,’ she’s happy.”

You tried. You really, really tried.

After your chat with Ellen, you scrubbed the words "Mummy" and "Daddy" from your vocabulary like you were preparing for court. When it came to Elliot, you retrained your habits, rewrote your daily phrases, and caught yourself at least five times a day before you slipped into the dreaded forbidden words.

"Here’s your bag—Mum will be here soon." "That’s a drawing for Dad, right?" "Let’s put that in your folder so Mum and Dad can see it tonight."

And Elliot, sweet sponge-brain that he was, picked it up almost immediately.

Which is how you ended up here, standing in your classroom during pickup, facing the one woman who made your blood pressure spike worse than juice-box cleanup day.

Elliot’s mom.

She walked in with her usual tight smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, designer tote slung over her shoulder like she was late for a brunch reservation. Elliot skipped over to her with the unfiltered joy of a four-year-old, shouting:

“Mum!! Look what I made for Dad!”

You smiled, crouching down to his level, “You tell Dad that’s going right on the fridge, okay?”

“I will!” He chirped, grabbing her hand.

You saw it happen in real time—her face twitching, smile faltering, lips pressing into a line of thin disapproval.

She turned to you.

“Can we talk for a second?”

You glanced at the drying station, then at your imaginary patience, “Of course.”

She waited until Elliot was distracted with a beanbag chair before leaning in, arms crossed.

“So… Elliot doesn’t say ‘Mummy and Daddy’ anymore.”

You blinked, “Right. I’ve been saying Mum and Dad, like you asked.”

She narrowed her eyes, “And now he says it. Like you.”

You tilted your head, trying very hard to keep your voice pleasant, “That’s… kind of how language modeling works in early childhood.”

“Well, I didn’t ask for you to change the way my child talks.”

You blinked again, slower this time, “You… asked me not to say ‘Mummy and Daddy.’ I adjusted.”

“I meant you, not him.”

You opened and closed your mouth, “...That’s not really how it works. The reason I use ‘Mummy and Daddy’ in class is because the kids internalize it. When adults model language, children mimic it. That’s literally how early language development works.”

She narrowed her eyes, “Don’t patronize me. You don’t say ‘Daddy’ to the other children’s fathers the way you say it about my husband.”

Your brain screeched to a halt.

You stared at her, “I—what?”

She leaned in like she was sharing some scandalous secret, “You have this little look when you say it. Like you’re thinking about something filthy.”

You paused. Visibly. Dramatically.

You blinked, “…Are you—Ma’am. What look?”

She didn’t flinch, “Don’t play dumb. You know what you’re doing. You say ‘Daddy’ like it’s some kind of game, like you want him to look at you.”

You blinked, absolutely stunned, “Ma’am, what—what are you talking about?”

“I saw that smirk,” She cut in, “You slut.”

That one hit like a record scratch in a preschool. You stared at her, stunned into absolute silence.

“In a nursery?” You said, voice sharp now, “You’re using that kind of language in a nursery now?”

She crossed her arms triumphantly, as if she'd uncovered a grand scandal, “You don’t have to pretend. I saw it. I see everything. That little smirk, that smile—”

“I smile at everyone’s parents.” You said flatly.

“Yeah,” She said, leaning in with mock sincerity, “But you don’t say ‘Daddy’ like that when it’s anyone else.”

You blinked. Then laughed. Just once. Incredulously.

“I have a boyfriend.”

She raised her perfectly plucked brow, “Oh sure you do.”

Your patience, already hanging on by a thread, snapped with a quiet, deadly precision.

“Your husband,” You said, “is not my type.”

“Oh really?” She snorted.

Before she could clap back, the door creaked open behind you—and speak of the devil.

That was the moment the door opened.

And in walked Jason.

He carried his motorcycle helmet in one hand, his leather jacket half-zipped over a black T-shirt that stretched snug across his broad chest. Built like a double-door fridge, he was easily twice as tall as Elliot’s dad. His shoulders were wide, and his presence filled the doorway without effort, making it clear he wasn’t someone you’d want to cross.

“Hey, babe,” He said, glancing at the parent you were with before checking his watch, “I thought you finished at 5?”

You turned slowly, “Hi, sweetheart. Yeah, we were just... clarifying a few things.”

Elliot’s mom turned slowly. Her eyes landed on Jason. Then traveled up. And up.

Her entire face paled.

Jason looked between the two of you, then walked over and casually pressed a kiss to your temple, “Need me to wait outside?”

“No,” You said sweetly, “We were just finishing up.”

You caught Elliot’s mom actually take a step back.

She looked between you and Jason. And then, with the elegance of a crumbling meringue, she grabbed Elliot and left—no goodbye, no “thanks,” no passive-aggressive parting shot.

Just silence and retreat.

As the door shut, you exhaled. Jason turned to you with an amused grunt.

“So… what was that about?”

You rubbed your temples, exhaustion catching up with you, “Apparently, I’ve been seducing people’s husbands by saying ‘Daddy.’”

Jason blinked, clearly trying not to laugh, “...I mean, I do get a little twitchy when you call me that.”

You swatted his arm, lowering your voice, “Jason. This is a nursery.”

Jason laughed softly, hoisting his helmet under one arm as you headed for the door.

As you stepped outside, you caught voices drifting from the hallway behind you.

Elliot’s mom, speaking loudly and with venom, was complaining to Ellen, “That man—that man—he has a record, I’m sure of it! It’s unsafe for him to be around our children! I want him banned from this nursery, and I want her fired. She shouldn’t be allowed to bring someone like him here."

Ellen’s tired, no-nonsense reply came seconds later, “He wasn’t even inside the building, just at the entrance to pick up a member of faculty. You need to stop stirring up problems and just—get out.”

There was a long pause.

Then a faint sound of flustered, sputtering denial.

You exchanged a look with Jason—who was trying very hard not to laugh.

You slid your hand into his as you headed out the door.

“Ready to go, Daddy?” You teased.

Jason smirked, “Always.”

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omg hi hi i luv ur writing, could u maybe do some hcs for the l&ds men when they want u to sit on their face (fem reader perchance) 🥰 i imagine the reader would be a bit worried about hurting or suffocating them but they just rlly want to make u feel soo good. Thanks & have a lovely dayy!

Sitting On Their Face- The Love And DeepSpace Men

parings in order: Xavier x Reader, Zayne x Reader, Rafayel x Reader, Sylus x Reader genre: 18+, suggestive content, filthy filthy smut, MDNI, riding their faces, getting eaten out a/n: hihi anonnie! when i read this req i was thinking of that one steve harvey video so whenever i wrote a scenario for each character i was like YESSSS SIT ON IT pls tell me someone gets the reference 😭 anyway thank you so much! i hope this was okay and that you enjoy ! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡ any likes and reblogs are always appreciated! enjoy!

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Xavier:

"Please. Let me take care of you." You look down and you meet his eyes. His gaze on you softening accompanied by a tender smile that never failed to bring you comfort. He rubbed soothing small circles on the back of your thigh to reassure you that you would never cause any harm on him from this position.

With motivation from his large hands on your hips, tentatively you began to lower yourself, feeling his nose against your folds. His tongue movements start off slow and sensual. His tongue moving at a dragging pace while his hands are slowly stroking your thigh.

Your body seems to relax more once you roll your hips, he didn't waste time in licking up your entire cunt. His pace changing as if he needed more of you. His tongue delving between your lips and tasting the sweet and delicious juices he has always been craving for. You lower yourself further on to his face, putting more pressure on his mouth.

Dragging your hips up and down as he stayed in his place while his nose bumped onto your clit and his tongue moved perfectly with every thrust. You panted out loud and hard, losing your breath every time your hips made movement. You kept on moaning and whining, feeling the pit in your stomach getting closer and closer.

It hits you, the waves of euphoria that caused your body to jolt and cunt to contract in pulses. His name leaving your mouth in broken chants, softly spoken in ecstasy. Trying to catch your breath, you sat lightly on his chest to catch sight of Xavier's face.

He looked more fucked out than you and you can see your arousal dripping to his lips to his chin. He licks his lips as he pulls you back to your position, "I didn't get enough, let's do it again."

Zayne:

It's not like he hasn't eaten your pussy out before, he's very familiar in that department. If you were getting seconds thoughts because you were worried you might suffocate him but he would grip your thighs tighter to keep you in place. He would encourage you to put your whole weight onto his face, he does not care what size you are. He wants to be smothered in between your thighs.

"Stay still my love. You won't hurt me." His gaze softens below you, peppering small kisses on your inner thigh to make you relax. "Good girl, lower yourself." He inhales deeply, and exhaled out with a groan. "You smell heavenly. I can't wait to taste you."

He latches onto your pussy and the sight below you was enough to leave you breathless. He was holding onto your thighs with his cold hands, licking and sucking as if a man was starved.

You couldn't manage to say anything else than chanting out his names in moans. Your mind was dazed with pleasure from the way he made you feel. Tasting your sweet juices as he traces the tip of his tongue around your hole. Your pussy twitches as he went deeper inside of you and the pleasure was immeasurable and you wanted more.

You pushed him further into you, lapping up every part of your walls he could. You grip the headboard, leaning forward a little as he continued his mouth work on you. The way he slurped and smacked his tongue as he ate you out sounded as if he was feasting on your sweet pussy.

He continues to fuck you with his tongue, taking up all your juices with each stroke of his tongue. He continues to hold you tightly down on top of you, sucking on your labia as if it was his last meal. You were so close, heat pooling up inside of you. Your body jolts up as your orgasm washes over you and without even realizing it you pushed his face further into your cunt, riding out your orgasm out as you rolled your hips against his face.

"Taste just like heaven." He whispers, kissing the inside of one of your thighs.

Rafayel:

He doesn't mind whatever position you do. As long as his mouth will be on or in you the entire time. If you were worried about you suffocating him, he's quick to brush off that idea. "Puh-lease cutie, you think I'd care about that? I thought you knew me better." He teased, but he was also telling the truth. He doesn't care if you suffocate him. What's a better way to die than drowning in your pussy?

He immediately grabs your thighs and pulls you down to his lips, waves of your arousal washing down on him. He'll burry his nose in your pretty cunt while his tongue gushes with your sweet juices. He'll lock eyes with you, his eyes filled with lust and arousal.

His mouth and tongue feels so good, your fingers tightly lock around his hair while the other hand gripping the headboard. You start to grind your hips harder against him.

You moaned as throwing your head back when sucks on your clit, your legs trembling around his head. You can tell he was enjoying this too from the whimpers he made below you and was sending vibrations to your core.

He keeps a firm grip on your hips, holding you in place as he explores your pussy with his tongue. His continues to thrust in and out of you at a faster pace while his continued to rub against you.

You could feel the heat building up to your body as the pleasure courses through your veins. His mouth did wonders to you and you needed more to meet that sweet release. You grind your hips harder against his face, the knot in the pit of your stomach getting tighter and tighter with each movement of your hips.

He watches in between your thighs as you shut your eyes close from the pleasure. His name leaving your lips in broken pants as you cream all over his face, your legs trembling from intensity of the orgasm. He takes in all of your sweet juices till there's none left.

Sylus:

He has been gladly to go down on you for hours at any time you want. Although he was never pressuring you on doing anything. He was just open to the idea if you were up to it. But oh boy when you were, this man was eager to get down to business.

He'd let out that rich man laugh and flash you a knowing smirk when you were concerned about him getting hurt. It was adorable to him that you think you could do such a thing but he reassured you. "Come on down. Let me make you feel good." He says with his voice thick with lust as he drags his thumbs up your inner thigh as they found their way to your outer lips to spread them open gently.

You bit your lip to suppress that whine begging to leave you as Sylus teases you with thumbs, moving them along your folds lightly before massaging slow circles into your clit. You couldn't take anymore of it and began to lower yourself down on his face. As you slowly let more of your weight fall on him, your legs were shaky as you felt the first swirls of his tongue around your pussy. He took his time exploring you from this angle. Loud wet sounds coming out and you couldn't help but move a little, grinding against his tongue and mouth altogether.

He licked thick stripes along the length of your sex with the flat of his tongue. Eating you out was nothing new to him. He would thrust his tongue into your dripping hole and eventually started to groan against you as he devours your cunt greedily.

He knew your body like the back of his hand. One of his hands slowly snakes up to you from your hips to play with your naked breasts, rolling your nipples to get you to make more nose. He continues to go faster and deeper as he could. Sucking harder on your clit as you hold onto the headboard for support as you try to find your sweet release.

You threw your head back and touched your breasts while focusing on the way his mouth felt on you and all of it was together was heavenly. Biting your lip, you clenched your thighs a little as you felt your orgasm building in the pit of your stomach, the pressure growing bigger with every movement of your hips. As you let go of the grip you had on the headboard and lurched forward with both of your hands pressed on the mattress as you panted and rocked your hips needily against his moans. Shaky moans slipping through your own lips one after another as you ride out your high. With a skillful mouth, he drinks up all of your juices as you soaked his mouth and chin. "What do you say we do another?"

[princessaffirms]

💐✨ SUCCESS STORIES: recently (with pictures!) ₊˚⊹♡ [July 2025]

“omg why don’t more people post photo evidence of their success stories on tumblr?” 😭 bae i’m trying to protect my privacy af,, but i added some censored screenshots where i could lol!! (regardless, please don’t base your belief on random people’s success stories! if you think they’re lying for whatever reason that’s fine, but you shouldn’t waver because of it! people on the internet don’t owe you proof of their success just because you can’t believe them <3 🥹 u r too powerful to rely on strangers’ success stories in order to live out ur own!!

💡✨ EXTRACURRICULARS/WORK

♡ GOT SIGNED WITH MY DREAM MODELING/ACTING/INFLUENCER AGENCY EEK!!!!! she told me she wanted me on the spot and would send me the contract during just the interview! throughout it, she complimented me so much, saying i was gorgeous, had a big city look, my long hair is marketable, i’d be a great petite commercial model, i’d also be great for hair and makeup campaigns, she liked me, i have a sparkle + don’t lose it, i know fashion and how to dress, ALSO SHE SAID I’M GORGEOUS!! AHHH

♡ also literally THE DAY AFTER SIGNING i went to a fashion week rehearsal and had the chance to walk to be casted/scouted by the designers who were there, even though i just signed yesterday and missed the official casting call for fashion week! people were hyping me up and saying positive stuff about me as i walked and posed, and we had a whole crowd because this rehearsal was public lol! 🥹✨🫶 also manifested cute black fitted clothes for it ~ me when i affirm for overwhelming abundance and success and universe pulls up 🤍 everything was kinda stressful bc it was just moving so fast, i literally signed yesterday and don’t even have digitals or a comp card yet, no formal technique training especially for the runway, but there i was!! all about throwing yourself into it anyway and putting yourself out there 🤭

♡ got accepted into my uni’s highly competitive medical campus response team (then later let go of the opportunity for a more aligned one LOL)

♡ finding amaze connections to farm reference letters from when i apply for a clinical psychology phd in the future 🤭

♡ securing first client for the social media management business my bf and i are starting!! getting paid for what i love >>

♡ getting accepted into an advanced tier cohort for a student leadership academy/program at my uni!

♡ singing at a concert! and my FACE was on the promo material poster!! :D and attendance was HIGHHH SEATS WERE FULL!

♡ taking on a leadership role at work and managing a whole team!!

♡ being referred to as one of the psych/neuro department’s “top students” by a prof as he introduced us to the highschool students we were working with during a neuro outreach event! then developing an awesome relationship with that prof and his ardent support for my neuropsych career + getting an opportunity from him to LEAD another outreach!

♡ background acting w/ bf for an amazon prime tv series!! you can see me in the bg of multiple scenes :0 was so fun, mainly party scenes! + princess treatment frm him on and off set teehee~

♡ ran into a friend in public and she was telling me how i’m on a “world tour” because i sang in my city, then left for vacay and ended up singing for events in both cities i visited!! i literally got invited to sing at one by a girl group of artists i knew there, and they complimented my singing (their dad too!) 🥹 then in another city, i got complimented and approached to sing, and complimented afterwards so much on my performances!! this random dude also took fire photos during it and approached me to show them, and sent them to me later on <3 STRAIGHT OUT OF A FANFIC I STG I’D DAYDREAMING OF SINGING TASTE BY SABRINA CARPENTER ON VACAY BUT I DIDN’T THINK IT’D ACTUALLY HAPPEN SO FAST AHAHAH

📱✨ INFLUENCER

♡ hit 10k+ followers on instagram (i’m an influencer)!!

♡ got noticed + offered brand collaborations by companies even while i was on vacay! (the literal SCIENCE CENTER i went to, etc.)

♡ brands flooding my influencer account emails and DMs to collaborate 

♡ brand collab with one of my fave matcha places!! <3

♡ getting recognized in public for my content in a super positive light!! (“i saw u on my fyp/explore page”, etc.)

📚✨ ACADEMICS

♡ revised chem grades to pass gen chem and even got ABOVE the grade i needed to get accepted into organic chem !! (back when i was premed tho lol,, ended up dropping organic chem for next year because i switched my career pth to neuropsychology instead!) i was tweaking before because i didn’t have enough to pass the course, and i could only improve my grade by rewriting one of the exams! AND WE DID THATTT 🤭

♡ ALSO literally got an INCREDIBLEEE grade in the exam for the organic chemistry unit!! it was notorious for being the hardest unit, but i ate that icl and it was my highest exam score in that class!

💄✨ BEAUTY

♡ BODY TEAAAA HAIR LONGGGGG!!

♡ look beautiful barefaced !! <3 pretty enough that i feel confident going out w/o makeup 🥹 AND got compliments while i was out!

♡ naturally glowy skin,, glowing even after taking makeup off or not putting any on!

♡ LONGGG LASHES AHHH it’s giving manhwa lashes!!

♡ soft and smooth af hair <3

🤍✨ OTHER FUN STUFF!

♡ famous artist i saw at a concert last year performing at my uni for orientation week??? HELLO !!!!

♡ manifested contacts arriving on the same day i wanted to get them delivered faster! literally was like “IF THIS COMES FAST IT’LL BE A SIGN EVERYTHING’S REAL” (even tho u don’t need any signs necessary lol) AND IT DID AHHAHAH (i rly needed new contacts for a family vacay that weekend)

[narcissistshandler]

I’ve read your other fics and they’re delicious 🤤.

Imagine eating Rin out then getting caught, by like Isagi or some.

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「 pairing 」 gn reader x itoshi rin 「 content 」 rin is trying to stretch and you are trying (and succeeding) in getting in his way 「 tags 」 rimming [rin receiving], reader has no gender or genitalia mentioned, yoga, cumming in pants, caught in the act, slightly dubious consent but rin is loving it I promise

a/n in case I did a terrible job of describing the position Rin is in here is a link for reference (it would be some variation of this)

LETTING you bury yourself between his legs in a room where anyone could walk in was a terrible idea. Rin knew, that's why the first thing he did when he saw you approaching while he was maintaining a bridge was a clear, "no." Because you would never have pure intentions when trying to follow any of his daily routines, something you had never done before.

But that only made you smile like a cat while feigning innocence.

Rin let you hover around, trying to ignore you. And then somehow everything went wrong and here he was: arched on the mat, supported by his hands, his chest open in an almost impossible arch, only one foot on the ground. Forming a living bridge, initially tense but firm, which has evolved to now be on the verge of collapse.

You had the audacity to direct one of his legs over your shoulder, and Rin could only growl at your boldness.

"Get out," he demands, but there's no heat in his voice. Especially not when your hot, bold tongue licks around the ring of taut muscle and your chuckle against his warm skin makes him shiver. Rin knew, he was too lenient with you. He should have been stricter when you still listened to him. "You bastard gnh— this is not the place for this."

But he still doesn't push you away. Your fucking mouth...

You didn't even try to undress him, just pushed the leg of his shorts to the side along with his underwear to gain access to his hole, leaving his cock trapped in the tightness of the fabric — so heavy and hard that Rin could feel the blood rushing through his entire member, moisture accumulating at the tip. You were brazen, not backing down even when he kicked you on your first attempt to put your mouth on him.

Rin should have worn the tightest shorts today, even though he doubted it would have stopped you from trying to embarrass him in such a public place.

Your mouth moves against him, murmuring. Rin feel the words more than hear them — wet, muffled, broken against his sensitive skin. "Mmm… jus’ wanna— taste…"

Rin will definitely kill you. As soon as he can. "Seriously?" he snaps, voice low and ragged. "You can’t shut up even with your mouth full?"

He can't see your face from this position, what is good, he doesn't want to see the smug expression that will be there. That was permission enough for you. The obvious choice: either shut up and carry on, or...

Rin's arms tremble with the effort of holding his weight as your lips suck on the soft rim. Even though he had showered before starting his stretches, he still found it disgusting, having your mouth there, knowing that there was no way you couldn't taste not only the soap and water, but also the salty sweat.

Embarrassment made his face hot, his entire body on fire as you casually, as if it were part of your routine, reveled in the way Rin's hole clenched around of your tongue, twitching under each wet lick; eating his ass slowly, lazily.

"...You're going to make me fall," he growled, his eyes about to roll back in his skull, his voice trailing off into a groan as your tongue probed past the ring of muscle and slid into the tight heat. As if shocked, the muscle in his leg jumped with unexpected pleasure, contracting in your shoulder.

You make a contented sound against his ass, using your fingers to spread his cheeks so you have more room to work with your mouth... Rin hears his own voice ringing in his ears, loud, surprised, breathless as a flash passes behind his eyes and his balls tighten.

He doesn't have time to warn or try to get away. Rin is only able to feel: heat flooding his stomach, hole tightening around your tongue, heart pulsing in his cock confined in his gym shorts. You lick him through his orgasm, thrusting your tongue inside him, making disgusting sounds like you're eating the most delicious meal.

Wetness spreads in his underwear and his arms that held his body up finally give way.

Rin's back hits the floor at the same moment the door opens with an audible click. "Rin—"

Upside down, he sees Isagi, with an expression that seems to range from traumatized to provocative in horrible seconds.

The three of you freeze.

There's no way to disguise it. Rin on his back on the mat, hair flushed in his face, shorts still messy and with a wet spot growing in the front and you kneeling between his legs, lips glistening with moisture and one of his heels still on your shoulder.

Rin's face burns brighter.

Only an idiot wouldn't connect the pieces, but well, Isagi was an idiot so maybe...

"Are you two making out or doing some very very specific type of training?"

"Get out."

"No, seriously, Rin, I want to learn too—"

Rin grunts like an animal about to attack. He'll kill Isagi, then he'll kill you. He won't leave any witnesses to his humiliation.

"Get the fuck out, Isagi." Isagi obeys, laughing like someone who now has an ace up his sleeve, muttering to himself an "I always knew" that makes Rin's head throb harder.

He covers his eyes with the back of his hands, feeling the semen cool against his skin, forming a disgusting mess in his underwear, drool dripping from his hole because you always had to spit on it like a salivating dog. "You fucking idiot, I warned you someone might come in and you didn't even think to lock the door—never again. Never again."

[hirasunny]

Unforgotten Vow

pairing — k-drama! yeon sieun x fem! reader

synopsis — you and sieun made one simple promise when you were kids, and you continue to do so as you got older.

warnings/reader notes — mentions bullying, you and sieun r crybabies (in a good way), sunshine reader and sieun absolutely adores it, he thinks you're a goddess, references to season 1 plot

genre — childhood friends to lovers, mutual pining, slight angst

word count — 2.5k+ words

note: hi! it's me again <3 i want to thank you for enjoying my fics! i read all of your comments and appreciate it a lot :( it really motivates me to write even though i'm not the best at it. much love u guys ^^ as a thanks, here’s a story dedicated to this precious boy 💛 p.s: should i make a part 2? TT

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Sieun was 7 years old when he met you.

He was celebrating his birthday at the park before he accidentally tripped and scraped his knee.

His mom and dad sat by the picnic table a few feet away from him, yet he moved unnoticed to a nearby bench. He sat down in pain as he tried to stop himself from crying.

But it was unsuccessful, his tears fell on his lap continuously. He had a feeling that his father was going to scold him again.

“Are you okay?”

Your voice was small and chirpy when you went up to him in question, tilting your head while he wiped his face and nodded—he was not one for talking.

However, you spoke again, “Do you need a band aid? I can give you one.” You asked shyly.

Sieun looked at you closely, your clothes dirty from possibly playing a lot, your hair was in decent braids but some strands already sticking out, and your legs were visibly decorated with dirt.

He moved to your face, chubby cheeks and (e/c) eyes that held curiosity in them. The boy didn’t mutter anything but still took the band aid in your offering hand, ripping it open.

You smiled and sat down beside him as you continued to talk with newly found confidence. Sieun didn’t even know what you were saying—was it about the kids at the playground? He wasn’t sure. You were talking too fast and too much.

Nonetheless, he listened.

It felt like an eternity when his mother finally called out for him; she seemed surprise as soon as her eyes landed on them.

“My mom is here.” Sieun stated, having a glance at his parental figure. That was the first time he opened his mouth, you thought. You pouted at him.

“Already? But I was going to invite you to the slide.” You responded, upset. He didn’t talk—but you liked his company. He was the only one who didn’t cut you off from speaking!

Sieun gazed back at you weirdly. Why weren’t you telling him mean things like the other kids do? And you even want to play with him. It puzzled the poor boy.

Then, he noticed your lips change from a frown to a big grin instead. “But you’ll be back right? We can play next time!” You say in excitement, nodding to yourself.

“What’s your name? I’m (Name)!”

He took a long time to process it before he answered, “Sieun.” Honestly, he had no idea why he replied, but maybe it was the way you were determined to make him your friend.

It made him feel normal in some way.

“Sieun..” You repeated slowly, just to get used to the sound of it rolling off your tongue.

A shout of your name stopped him from speaking up, you took a glimpse in that direction with a pout, “It’s my mom! I gotta go.” You huffed, looking at the boy beside you.

“Come back, okay? I’ll be here tomorrow!” You added, giving a wave as you ran to your mother. He stood up, observing you.

He disliked going outside. But if it meant that you were there, it might be bearable.

—

“Sieun! What happened?” You breathed out after running. The boy was sitting alone at the swing as he stared into abyss.

To everyone else, he looked completely fine.

But you knew him—if you stare in his eyes long enough, you would see how much emotion he actually keeps by himself. And right now, you had no doubt that he was going through something heavy.

“Your mom’s really worried, she called and said you weren’t at home.” You inform softly, settling at the swing next to his. The night was quiet, you heard nothing but the sounds of trees brushing against one another and the creaking of your swings.

You got comfortable as you admired the starry sky.

“My parents..” Sieun started, following your gaze. You hummed, an indication that you were listening.

“They’re getting a divorce.”

You raise your eyebrows in shock, looking back at him. “What..?”

He avoided your look, the ground being more interesting than the look on your face. He felt disappointed that you had to see him like this. Again.

Yet you never cared.

The word was quite new to you, it was only recently when you discovered its meaning—though you knew it was more than just a word that hurt Sieun. It meant something to him.

So you placed a hand on his shoulder and peeking your head closer to his, “Hey, it’s gonna be fine. You have me.”

Sieun finally looked at you, his eyes speaking to you more than words could express.

Thank you, they say.

You laughed lightly, ruffling his hair. He hated when people touch his hair, but you? He never minded.

“But if you have to move someplace else..” You rest your hand back on your lap. “Promise me you’ll come back?”

Oh, why were you looking at him like that?

Like you never want him to go?

Sieun’s shoulders eased and his tense look melted as he studied you. Then, he slowly raised his pinky finger. “I promise.” He told you truthfully. You smiled at him, finding the sincerity in his words.

You hooked your pinky with his, “Okay.” You whispered as to not ruin the peaceful moment.

Sieun was 10 years old when he promised you that he’d come back if he ever left someday.

—

Fate jinxed the both of you.

It must’ve laughed for the reason that it was you who had to move away instead of him.

Here you were, crying uncontrollably in front of your best friend at the airport.

“This is so unfair!” You sobbed, violently wiping your tears as Sieun gave you a tissue. He hasn’t said a single word since the ride to the airport. He seemed out of it, you noticed.

On the other hand, this was his first time to skip a few classes. You were surprised when he showed up at your house unannounced. You kept asking him several times if it was okay for him to do such a thing the whole car ride, he would simply nod as he stared at you after, you ignored it out of nervousness.

You never knew that he was memorizing you, because it could be the last time he’d ever see you again.

The star hair clip he gifted you on your birthday was neatly on your hair, the way you bounce your knee rapidly each time you get anxious, your backpack had all sorts of keychains that you buy from school trips with him, and the looks you give him—every smile, every funny face, every pout and cry. He'd remember it all.

Sieun took a mental note of all the little things, like he was studying: because if this test is about you, surely, he'd ace it.

Though, he wasn't the only one who notices, you also recognized a few things. Like his tight grip on the strap of his bag was evident, the slight twitching of his fingers—a habit he does when he’s overthinking, and his brown orbs that look at you to tell you everything you need to know.

He's...wait.

Is he tearing up?

You widen your eyes as he shuffled awkwardly and looked down, trying to maintain his posture.

"You're.." You were hesitant, but you took a step forward, bringing him to your embrace. You heard sniffles on your shoulder as he laid his forehead there while his arms remained by his side. He didn't know where to place them.

"Don't cry, you big baby." You murmur, your tears slipping out for God knows how many times today. "I'm gonna come back, you know that." You assured him. His hands finally moved to your back, gripping your shirt as he nodded.

You two stayed that way for a few minutes before his gaze lingered at you, "Promise me you will." Sieun lowly spoke with trembling lips. You exhaled from your nose, bringing his hand close to your chest as you do the same, then interlocked both of your pinkies.

"I promise you, more than anything."

Sieun was 13 when you left South Korea.

—

Three years had passed by as Sieun faced everything alone.

The problems, the bullying, the guilt—

Suho.

Every step he took felt like he was getting pulled down further and further away from the light he once saw.

From Suho, and most especially from you.

What would you think of him if you knew what was happening in his life right now?

He got his answer when he saw you.

You.

Your figure stood patiently outside his apartment door, a plastic bag containing all the snacks you used to share together was held loosely in one hand and your phone on the other.

Your appearance had completely changed. Your hair grew a bit longer, and the baby fat on your cheeks now reduced. You looked different, but deep down, Sieun hoped you were the still the happy-go-lucky girl he knew.

As you raised your phone to your ear, you check your left. You paused as the phone of the boy you were waiting for rang loudly in the pocket of his jacket.

The two of you stared at one another as the ringing continued, you, however, smiled knowingly at him.

"I kept my promise."

Sieun couldn't believe he could run that fast when he brought you into his arms.

Slowly, the chaos in his mind went silent.

Finally, for once. He was at peace.

Momentarily, he realized he was crying because you had to wipe the tears away, "I know," You still told him in a caring tone. "I'm here."

No other words were needed as you both remained in each other's arms for a while that day.

A few days had gone by rather quickly, and you started to see more of Sieun. He had grown taller since the last time you saw him, his voice was deeper from the timid, high-pitched one you always heard, and his eyes that used to shine at you were now dull as an unsharpened knife.

Regardless, something else had brought your attention—his walls that broke down when you met him was building itself up again. He became distant. The Sieun you cherished was back in his little shell, the one who refused help and locked himself away from people. You knew you had to pull him out.

So you were present, just like before. In every visit at Suho's hospital, you sat beside him when he typed out his messages; in every school he got rejected to, you had a list of backup schools he can apply for; in every night he had nightmares, you were only a call away; in every session at therapy, you were there outside, waiting.

Despite all the hardships and troubles he was facing, you smiled warmly at him.

He never understood any of it. It resembled the times when you were kids. Where you stayed with him more than anyone else.

How can you, someone so beautiful, still smile adoringly at something so broken, with its pieces gradually falling apart?

One time at the bus stop, it was extremely cold when the rain poured heavily around you.

Even as you laughed at a sarcastic comment he made about freezing to death, you still took his cold hands to yours, blowing on it. "What are you doing?" He questioned, startled as he tried to withdraw his hands.

"Keeping you warm, dummy."

You were glowing, and you gaze at him with the same loving grin. His heart fluttered, feeling his frigid fingers soften and warm up because of you.

He pretended not to know if the cause of his face and ears going red was also you.

You never complained and never rushed. You were there, patient and supportive.

Soon, he thought of himself from a few years ago. Whatever 13-year-old Sieun had realized when you went abroad, he was right.

Because he loved you. For the longest time.

And he was not going to let you go.

Just before the day he would move to the new apartment in Yeongdeungpo, where he was accepted in a school named Eunjang High, he knocked on your door, with your favorite food and drink.

"Wow! Is this your goodbye gift?" You teased him, taking the bag from his hand as you let him inside.

He wordlessly sat down when you invited him to the couch, you tilt your head. When Sieun was quiet, he had something in his mind. There was a sparkle of certainty in his puppy-look eyes as he stared at you.

"You okay, pretty boy?" The nickname was familiar, you always called him that ever since your playground hangouts. He often tells you to stop that—but you couldn't, not when you notice his ears getting red and his lips that tries to refrain himself from smiling.

“…” Crap. What was he going to say again? He made efforts to practice in front of the mirror only for him to fail at the moment he needed his words.

To you, it looked like he was struggling. It worried you.

You took the guts to place a hand on his cheek, fixating his focus on you. "Sieun, what's going on—"

"I love you."

You let out a surprised sound, your eyes wide at the sudden words.

You felt a sense of rushing emotions inside you. Was it excitement, shock, or bashfulness?

Whatever it was, you were just sure it was making your face hot.

Okay. That was straightforward.

But it was Yeon Sieun, the boy who always had a sure answer.

You pinch his cheek lightly, he squinted his eyes at you as if it could help his ruddy ears from turning back to its original color. "Hey, are you crazy?! Why are you saying such things?" You asked just so you can lighten up the conversation.

"Because I do. I love you." He calmly told you again, the three magic words made you cover your face. "Okay, okay! I get it." You were embarrassed, could he not act so nonchalant?! You were freaking out here!

"Is it.. bad?" Sieun mumbled, watching as you grumble something in your hands, somewhere along the lines of: "Curse those cold-blooded veins in your body!"

You looked at him, red faced with a pout. "No, of course not! It's just that..."

You trailed off, finding the strength to face him again and held his cold hands in your warm ones. You took a moment, "I.. I love you, too. Since forever." You breathed out, smiling shakily at him.

Were you a Goddess? Sieun thought. How could you look so beautiful?

He leaned to you, initiating first. "Can I kiss you?" He asks in a deep voice, pulling your hands.

You gulped nervously, nodding as no words could come out of your mouth.

He moved, closer and closer, until your noses touched and the two of you closed your eyes. The world around you stopped moving when his lips gently settled on yours.

Sieun was 16 when he kissed his first love.

[misayani]

Hi!! Can you write about se-mi, where she survives the lights out??

P.S i reeaaaalllyy love your fics about her :))

COULDN'T GET ANY BETTER — SE-MI (PLAYER 380)

◜ pairing ... se-mi / player 380 x  fem reader

◜your initial plan was to find your friend during the attack, but you happen to run into a man and then walk out with him dead on the floor, alongside with a stabbed thigh and a hot woman by your side.

𔗨 author's note — thank u !! had to watch the lights out scene again for this and im still upset about her death:(( but she doesnt die in this because no [lowercase intended]

your eyes were starting to hurt due to the flashing lights. screams can be heard everywhere as well as flesh squelching. 

you tightened your grip on the fork, clutching it as if it was your lifeline. in a way, it was—your chances of surviving this attack were already slim, and losing the only sharp object you have would make them nonexistent.

how the fuck did you even end up in this situation? earlier, when those masked men handed out the meals, a metal fork was included inside. was it a coincidence? gi-hun had already warned your group about the possibility of a sudden attack once the lights went out.

now you're under the bunk beds biting your lower lip to supress any sounds from you. it's not like they can hear you, can they? then again, what isn't possible in this hellhole?

and then it hits you—shit, junhee. you thought of your friend, who is currently pregnant with her baby. your mind was bombarded with thoughts such as 'is she safe?' and 'what about the gi-hun others?'

taking a deep breath, you prepare yourself to slip out from under the bunk bed. now is not the time to be a coward. 

sighing, you crawl your way from beneath the bunk bed before you stood up and scanned the area. horror spreads across your face, as all you can see through the flashing lights were people getting killed.

"fuck— fuck." you murmur as heat started to build up behind your eyes. you shift your fork so it would be in front of you whike you make your way through the crowd. 

you dodged the fighting people. some causing you to trip but you were quick enough to get back on your feet.

"se-mi.. you fucking bitch." you heard a man said, just steps away from you, he had the number '124' plastered on the back of his tracksuit. and then you saw the woman he was referring to, it's that hot woman from earlier—when the people who voted for 'x' huddled together, she was seated behind you.

before the man had a chance to step closer to her, you spoke up, loud enough for them to hear among the loud screams from other people. 

"hey." the man turns to you upon hearing your voice. the woman, se-mi, glances at your figure— you seemed smaller than the man, how could you possibly take him on?

without thinking twice, you swing your hand and managed to stab the man straight to the throat with the fork you were holding. the man immediately rips out a cough and gasps for air as he stares at you with wide eyes and furrowed eyebrows

a fucking metal fork, who would've guessed that you'd kill someone with a fork in your lifetime?

your thoughts were cut short as you felt a sharp sting on your right thigh. looking down at the bloodied spot, you realized that this fucker had just stabbed you. 

blood sprayed from the man's stabbed throat and to your face which made you scrunch up in disgust. before he could attack you further, a shattered bottle was driven into the side of his neck. 

you watch as his body went limp and onto the ground. you look up to se-mi, who was panting, she also stared at the man's dead body before her eyes traveled up to you.

she stepped closer to you as you remain frozen. what the hell just happened? why does my thigh hurt so much? why's my face so wet—

you just stare at her blankly before she brings her hand to your face, wiping away the blood. your eyes were sensitive from the flashing lights but somehow, you found yourself admiring her face. as if it were the only clear thing in your blurry surroundings.

"you're so pretty." the words left your mouth without giving it a second thought. 

the woman let out a chuckle, shaking her head slightly. "great conversation starter."

things were finally starting to catch up to you as your lips part. you see her shift her gaze to your thigh as she muttered a curse under her breath, which just reminded you— oh, i was stabbed.

"we need to take care of that." she murmurs, bending down to your bleeding thigh before she looks up to you. 

"i dont think he stabbed me too deep. it doesn't hurt that much—" 

"hey! i'm so- i'm so sorry about the glass bottle." you glance sidewards to the boy running towards the both of you.

"i- i—" he panics as his eyes travel from you, your bleeding thigh, se-mi, and the man you both had just killed.

"um, it's fin- it's fine. he's dead now." you speak up in attempt to calm the boy who looks like he's about to throw up.

a buzz can be heard throughout the whole room as the large doors slid open. the masked men walked in, some firing their machine guns to stop the madness. 

what took them so long?

the men in the red jumpsuits ran to those who were fighting, pointing their guns at them, threatening to shoot if they didn't stop. 

you remembered junhee, the real reason as to why you stopped hiding. you turned to face se-mi and the boy,

"i need to go find my friend—" 

"let me come with you." se-mi cuts you off as you simply nodded and took your step. when you did, your stabbed leg wobbled and you almost fall to the ground, if it weren't for her grabbing you.

"careful." she murmurs as she tightens her grip on your torso. you sighed as you started to walk once again but this time with her assistance, leaving the boy behind.

"thank you for your help back there. let's have dinner together some time once we get out of this shithole." you heard her murmur before you turned your head to her, who didn't turn to look at you and just stared straight forward.

your felt your cheeks heat up, as you bit your lower lip to suppress a smile. you simply nodded—even though she's not looking— and looked ahead the both of you again.

this only made you think: in the midst of chaos, there is also opportunity

@misayani

[sunshades]

FINALLY THE NORMAL SPRITE IS DONE so: cathy in her official outfit, as a t corp. researcher, as an atelier logic fixer, and as a tres association fixer. some notes on design and association ideas + a couple color variations for the base one under the cut 🕊💜🙇‍♂️

🕰 t corp. is based on the researchers' design from ruina- they're the ones who operate the tt2 protocol for the hatchery, i thought it'd be very funny (not for her) if this was what she did in the r corp. world. it looks like they're just wearing some shapeless black dress thingy but that'd look pretty boring to sprite, so to keep the same vibe i went w pants and long skirt, more modest like t corp. fashion and also more fitting for what should be slightly colder weather in district 18. the boots are "matt's" lol. i wanted her to have really long hair like those guys but also needed to make her look different from the k corp. one, plus the ponytail looked too...peppy i guess so i just made the braid as long as it could get without looking weird 😭 i imagine she's just a bit too depressed to cut it.

💼 atelier logic! we have now seen a good deal of their work so i had a good idea of the aesthetic to go for, black&white with small detailing, simple but expensive looking...

i wanted to do a white vest with black pinstripes so it'd look like a gunpowder trail, but i couldn't find a piece that worked for a vest, then i saw how cute the butler sleeves looked on it and i went with a cool lil uniform instead... of course, she shares this world with full-step heathcliff so what i wanted the most was for them to match, with the opposite colors shirt and tie... should've had black gloves as well but the contrast is better like this. turned out nice they're really silly 💜

🔩 tres 💃💃💃 i can't wait to see them cuz i love workshops. i went with a reddish/rosy color since we saw that in like all workshops we've met (rosespanner, leaflet, yuria's outfit) and it's not being used by another known association for now. i couldn't think of any spanish trope that could be used to inspire tres (like cinq has the musketeers) so i just went for a mechanic kinda look. their secondary color is silver, from the armor pieces they wear. i went with full pink on weapon and armor highlights, but maybe they change those up depending on personal taste. cathy's also carrying that nice ribbon since well. long-time bell fans will remember this one shares her mirror world with oufi heathcliff. the spear...chainsaw axe thingy is also not standard, i imagine they work on prototypes a lot, so their official weapons would have some points of commonality but be mostly unique between one another. they still would be either charge or tremor based as their main thing, typically keep the rose main color, and always include the association symbol in them. here it is

and we're at the end SO here's more kitty. a purple one because u know i like it better, and a red one for the classic epic kate bush reference, and because i'm still genuinely surprised the dress wasn't supposed to be red without the t corp. filter dsyghujdfnk

[monstersholygrail]

dray the crisis is hitting again can I get yandere mad scientist and their also mad scientist reader who loves experimenting with them? Thank u!!

Omgeee my first yandere ask, thank you sm!! Hope you like it, it kinda went all over the place (much like the couple lol)

Ever since Yandere!Mad Scientist was a boy the twisted darkness of scientific exploration spoke to the depths of his soul. He carried it with him throughout his childhood and the so-called deranged experiments he would conduct on the neighborhood animals.

When you, the new neighbor’s child, cried over the loss of your cat, Yandere!Mad Scientist felt something shift inside of him for the first time in his few years on this earth. He wondered briefly if this is what his parents meant when referring to emotion. He wanted… more of this strange sensation. He also wanted to use his gifts for someone else for a change. Another first your presence has given him.

He knew you would appreciate the gift that resulted from his experiment, and appreciate him, even when no one else ever has. Something in him told him you would understand. He didn’t believe in fate or destiny, no, he believed in cold hard facts and science. But perhaps in this one exception… it was your soul calling out for him. It had to be. Who was he not to answer?

The moment you throw open the gift box in your family’s living room to reveal your cat’s moving head on a mechanical body and your joyous squeals mingle with your parents horrified screams, he knew. The way you marveled at his accomplishment as you hugged your cat close before your parents tore it away from you in terror.

He knew you were meant to be his. And someday when he wasn’t so little and you weren’t under the control of your parents, you would be. By the possessive look you flash him as your parents usher him out and threaten to call the cops, he knows you have the same idea.

As you both continued to age, Yandere!Mad Scientist’s experiments only got more complex and dangerous. Though now you were right there by his side, driving his theories down even darker avenues. Your creative mind just as twisted as his, if not more so. Your genius unparalleled.

Of course, a series of strategic maneuvers had to be set in place every time you both snuck away to meet up given your parents had permanently banned you from seeing ‘the freak kid next door.’ They still hadn’t gotten over the little cat incident. The fact that you kept the cat alive to this day probably not helping them move on either.

But nothing could keep you away from each other. He was yours and you were most definitely his. With your work together you two would take control of the world and destroy anyone who tried to get in the others path. They were all of inferior minds to you two, they had no right to deny you what rightfully belonged to you and him.

No one would be able to touch you or keep you from him again. It was only a matter of time.

When you and Yandere!Mad Scientist got to college it was the real first taste of freedom either of you had ever had. He thought that this was it. You two would never be separated from now on. He’d be in an off campus apartment with you after school and during school you two would have all the same classes.

But then you have to go and betray him, doing the worst thing imaginable. Choosing a different major than him. While he had gone the expected path— the correct one— of a Science Major. You had chosen… Psychology. It was possibly the first time in his entire life that Yandere!Mad Scientist had been furious at you. You wouldn’t believe how tempted he was to handcuff you to him so you’d be forced to always remain by his side

He was actually searching online for a good sturdy pair the night you came to him asking for help with a project, the first you two had spoken in days following the fight you had about it. And that’s when he learns of your true motivations, the reason behind your desire to be a… Psych major of all things.

You see, you had started working on a memory control device that would surely help your plans for world domination. Of course, he immediately agreed to working on this with you. You two had never worked separately since you met and he wasn’t about to start now. Only he was allowed to know the inner workings of your mind, to understand the way your genius wove its clever webs. He was the only one who ever understood you and that would remain true for as long as he had a say about it.

Together, the work on your project progressed rapidly. The two of you working on it day and night. It was a little tricky, given you two only shared a few classes together where you’d pass flirtatious notes filled with complex algorithms. But he made do.

Though as you learned more from your classes and began applying them to the device, something started feeling… off about it all. More algorithms were attempted that he doesn’t remember running, beakers he doesn’t recall turning on were left running till they overflowed, and days seemed to pass him by where it felt like he had done absolutely nothing despite your excited rambling on the progression of the project.

One night, as you two are cleaning up from that night’s experiments, he comes across one of his many notebooks. Buried deep under a dozen others just like it. But this one has a book mark with an arrow pointing down saying ‘Read me.’ On the marked page lays a whole series of numbers and formulas he’s never even seen before in his one handwriting. With a sticky note at the top reading ‘Forget Something?’

He reads through what appears to be his work over and over again. No, this can’t be real. He never did any of this, it’s impossible. But as he watches the formulas grow more successful with each equation, realization dawns on him. It is possible. He just lost his memory of it. He looks up, eyes instantly catching onto your form across the room just as you look back up at him.

That playful smirk and mischievous glimmer in your eye that he loves so much. It’s as clear as day. As is what you’ve been doing to him. His lips curl into a mirroring expression and you just laugh, returning your gaze to your work.

Ah, so that’s how you want to play it, huh? That’s more than fine by him. He can play it right back to ya. To show you that his brain is all yours for fucking around with, so long as you’re his to do the same.

The next time you come to, the pair of you are sitting in an unfamiliar lecture hall. The teacher droning on about a topic you can’t really hear. Still half-asleep with your head resting on your arms.

“Wakey wakey, darling,” he murmurs in your ear, hand petting your head affectionately. You look too cute all groggy and disoriented as you slowly wake up from the device’s effects. He understands why you used it so much on him. Seeing you like this was absolutely irresistible.

You groan, eyes scrunching up tight. Your head feeling like it weighs about a metric ton and your eyes begging to remain closed forever. You open them anyway, lashes fluttering as you try and focus in on your surroundings. The lecture hall is completely unfamiliar to you. And given the stone walls, you’re in a completely different department.

“W-where am I?” You ask, voice slightly slurred from misuse.

He is having too much fun watching you. It’s wild seeing the device be used and the impacts it has on its users. He briefly wonders if you’ll forget all about this feeling just as he had. He cups your chin with a surprising tenderness, slowly bringing your attention back on him.

“Don’t you remember, dear? You decided to transfer into the Science department. Now, we’ll be together in all our classes. Just like you wanted,” he rumbles, his voice like a hypnotic lullaby as his thumb soothingly caresses your jaw.

It takes a moment for you to break through the comforting haze of his touch so his words can register. Your brows furrow deeply, having no memory of leaving your previous major. The words begin to repeat in your head, echoing and pounding against your skull.

Remember.

He can the moment clarity begins to dawn on you. Your eyes losing that dazed effect to them. He practically watches as you put the pieces together, realizing what must’ve happened just like he did. Though he has to give you props for how fast you realized. Your genius only made him fall harder for you, want even more of you.

But when you burst out into a fit of quiet giggles, your eyes lighting up with pride, he can feel the strings you have wrapped around his heart grow impossibly tighter. It was that pride in your work, pride in the success of the device, and even pride in him for managing to get one on you.

Your laughter is infectious and soon he’s laughing right along with you in the lecture hall, leaning in close and marveling at what you two can do when you put your minds to it.

He looks into your eyes, his hand sliding to cup your cheek and holding you like you’re the most the precious thing in the world to him. And just like back when you were kids, with one look he knows what you’re thinking.

That there is nothing better than experimenting with each other. In every way possible.

[starrieangel]

🎮Mouthwashing Crew plays a Horror Game With you👻

Inspired by @ilikedrinkingsoda ‘s suggestion of roblox horror game imagines ~ I just went with a generic horror game since I've never played roblox!

Features: Curly x Reader, Anya x Reader, Daisuke x Reader, Jimmy x Reader

Tags: Fluff, Normal!Jimmy

Curly

I feel like he wouldn't be very scared or jumpy ??!! You call him a psycho bc you're screaming at every jumpscare and he is just laughing at you ??! What the hell??

You ask him if he likes horror games or something and he says “Not at all, I even hate scary movies.. but I don't find them scary, just gross” Like he’s grossed out by gore more than he finds it scary

So when you play this horror game which just involves hiding from a monster, he's not scared at all, he's just laughing at you. >:(

Until... all of a sudden there's a cutscene, where the monster does something reeeeally creepy, say takes on a new, scarier form

Afterwards he goes quiet, but he keeps playing

Suddenly after playing for a little longer you just hear him really quietly gasp out of shock- he finally got killed by the monster

“Haha okay, L-let's play another game now..”

Curly hates horror games..

Anya

SHE DOES NOT WANT TO PLAY THIS GAME..!!

Already covering her eyes on the start menu

Like you almost can't even get her to play the game

Ironically she is a fan of horror, but show her a jumpscare and she'll die

She likes psychological horror or creepy horror, a big Stephen King fan (The Shining reference) but this game is just too stressful ..!!

“Y/N, I really want to play something else now-” *YELP*

You guys have to play dress to impress for two hours until she isn't scared anymore 😭 (or a different cutesy game)

Ends up going to bed reading HP Lovecraft or some other horrifying shit and then just rolls over and falls asleep like she read a bedtime story... LIKE WHAT

Daisuke

Definitely screams everytime he is killed

but he is addicted to this game

He is constantly cracking jokes that get interrupted by him getting killed or screaming out of terror LOL

Would definitely follow you around the map even tho you're begging him to stop bc HE KEEPS GETTING YOU KILLED

“Y/N HELP” “STOP YOU'RE BRINGING IT TOWARDS ME-” *cue screaming in unison*

He is definitely the most fun to play with though, like he's so funny naturally

I don't think Daisuke would like horror at all, he just enjoys having fun and playing games even if they're a little scary (because its fun!)

Well, it's fun until he cant sleep that night..

“Y/N, can I sleep in your bed tonight? You know, to protect you from monsters..!” You say yes and he dashes into bed like he's running from the monster still XD

Jimmy

So goddamn cocky

He loves scary movies, like Scream, Nightmare on Elm Street, Friday the 13th, so what is there to be scared of?

Sees creepy monster at the end of the hallway

“Yea no fuck this turn this shit off”

LMAO

You end up watching The Thing and Alien and having a horror movie marathon after that

You're terrified the rest of the night D: Like why did he make u watch all that scary stuff before bed..?!

You crawl into bed and instantly cling to him

“Don't worry, babe. I'll hold you so no monsters get you.” Then wraps his arms around you ♡

Wait a minute.. that fucker planned this all..! (He wasn't even scared of the game, he just wanted to watch his favorite movies with you >:[ )

This was really fun to write! Plz rb if you liked or leave a reply of what you thought! Thanks for reading! 🩷🎮

[voxslays]

hi can u do a fanfic about the frontman giving a degrading spanking to reader using belt? (I love your work alot!! Hope u can do my request if it's not too much<3)

NAUGHTY — HWANG IN-HO

WARNINGS: Sexual references, dub-con, sado/maso, daddy kink, spanking, very kinky.

You were a diligent worker. That’s why you had supposed In-ho had kept you around twice as long as any of his other managers. You knew how to get the job done, and unlike many of the untrained circle guards (and some higher ups too) you didn’t hesitate.

Yet, even the best pets made mistakes sometimes. Recently, you had learned if the organ harvesting process—and it disgusted you. The guards in the surgical ward took the still breathing players apart piece by piece, sometimes even going as far as to defile the bodies as they went.

So, you did what any stubborn officer would do. You started shooting the players dead. Soon, less and less of the vital organs could be used. And before long, the news reached the frontman. It was giving him a headache. Why could you just behave like the good pet you were?

Maybe you needed reminding of where you stood.

One. Two. Three.

The lashes felt like bullets on the plump and now sore skin of your ass. You were becoming more and more sensitive by the minute—and it had already been twenty.

Four. Five. Six.

The leather belt was definitely leaving bruises as the feeling of pain rose to your cheeks and heat. The feeling of knives plunging into your sore skin revealing the inner masochist within.

“Take it all.”

Yet, In-ho knew this. He knew you—to well some may say. He knew all your dreams and desires. Your hobbies, your interests. Hwang In-ho saw you. That’s why it ‘hurt’ him so much to see his perfect little pet misbehaving.

“Thank me for them.” He grunts out, his large, veiny and calloused un-gloved hand pressing firmly into the soft skin of your ass. You cry out as you feel the cool metal hitting you. “Thank you daddy!” You cry.

It’s safe to say you didn’t shoot another player after the frontman was done having his fun with you.

[k1mbe3rly]

Hii! Idk if u do angst so I'm so sorry if it's a lot it's been on my mind all dayy! (This is a se-mi fic btw)

So what if reader was in love with se-mi, but se-mi tends to hook up with others, and reader walks into one of her hook ups, gets into an argument and confesses mid argument, and se-mi rejects her and tells her to get out her face, and so reader does just that but reader can never fully move on from se-mi and she has to sit back and watch as se-mi flirts with other girls (so so sorry if it's too long!)

ofc! i do angst as welll, ⚠️but lowkey kinda bad 😢 sorry if it is, it’s my first time writing angst 💔⚠️

I love you, i’m sorry

warnings: none, fem reader

You and Se-mi has been friends ever since middle school, you started developing a small on her, you never told her but you did try making it obvious to her, by flirting with her, she would flirt back as well.

Yall were at her house just talking, there was a party going on later so yall were just waiting for that time to come, you had gotten ready, wearing a cute outfit/ dress, once you came out the bathroom you heard a low whistle, “Woww sexy huh?” she said

You blushed a bit and chuckled a bit, “For you of course..” you said half playful and half truth. She just laughed a bit, you knew she was into girls so that’s why you had a good chance with her but the only problem was she was kinda a player..

You’ve seen her with many diffrent girls but never you. Some she referred as one nightstands and some just flings. Once she was done with them she would block them like always, she never really care for there feelings or anything.

Later on yall arrived at the party, loud music fillings your ears, people drinking and walking around filled the house, she grabbed your hand and helped you thru the crowd, once yall reached a group of friends she kept her hand on yours.

“Hey i’ll be back okay?” You heard se-mi whispered to you, you looked at her as she smiled at you, you smiled back and nodded as she begins walking past the crowd. “When are you gonna tell her?” Your friend spoke.

“What? what do you mean..” you said quickly, “Your little crush on her” Friend 1 mentioned, “I don’t have a crush on her? where did you get that.” you said defensively, “Well i was just saying..jee, no need to be so quick about it” friend 1 spoke again, “oh.. sorry.” you said. The party went on as you waited for Se-mi

10 minutes flew by and she hasn’t came, 20 than 30 passed as you decided to go looking for her, you looked and walked around for a moment until you saw her one of her other friends, you went up to her “Hey have you seen Se-mi?” you asked “Uhhh i think she went upstairs to take care of something or to use the bathroom” She said, “Oh okay thanks” you spoke

You than made your way thru the crowd again finding the stairs, you walked up seeing many doors, “oof..” you muttered as you decided to go with your gut and opening a door, you looked in and nothing, you closed it and going towards another one, again you opened it and nothing, you went to the last door that was at the end of the hallway

You put your hand on the door knob, a small knot growing in your stomach, like your nervous or something.

You opened it and looked over to see Se-mi, she was making out with another girl, She was taking off her jacket while making out with her as you widen your eyes a bit, the creak of the floorboard caught there attention as they looked over.

“Oh- jesus you scared me y/n..” se-mi spoke as you stared for a moment “Yea. Your friend told me you were using the restroom” you spoke a bit sternly “Right..sorry i took so long” she spoke again, “Uh yea, not suprised this isn’t really the first time.” You spoke still stern, She noticed your tone and raised an eyebrow “Yea? are you oka-.” she started speaking but you cut her off “Se-mi i’m getting tired of this. I’m done with you doing this so many times!” you quickly spoke

“What? I’m sorry i didn’t realized it concerned you so much?” she said back with a bit of annoyance “It’s not that it concerns me! it’s just the fact you keep doing this over and over again, when will it stop!?” you yelled slightly as she got up, “It’s my life y/n, i can do whatever the hell i want without your permission.” she said with a bit harsher tone, “Why are you trying to control her so bad?” the girl that sat on the bed watching us said “Shut the hell up! stay out of this!” you yelled at the girl as she was stunned, “Hey. don’t fucking talk to her like that.” Se-mi said raising her voice at you a bit, you stared at her stunned, “Seriously? why are you defending her? i thought she was just one of your hook ups?” you said back

“Yea well maybe i want something more with her” Se-mi said back more serious than ever. “But what about what i want?! you always get your way Se-mi.” you responded back, “Well what do you want y/n?! huh? what is it so i can do it for you since apparently i get what i want!” “I WANT YOU SE-MI!”

you quickly went silent realizing what you said, your eyes widen as your hands went into a fist, She stared at you intensely as you wanted to look away but couldn’t, you waited for a response but nothing.

“Get out.” were the only words that fell from her mouth, “What?” you said in a bit of hurt and confusion, “I said, GET OUT!” she yelled “What don’t you understand about that?! I’m sorry but i don’t fucking like you! i never did!” she yelled once again.

Your eyes stinged a bit feeling your tears behind your eyes starting to come to the front “You have to understand se-mi! please don’t do this!” you begin explaining, she scoffed and pushed you a bit, “Just get out y/n” she said rubbing her forehead a bit, “Se-mi..” you said as you stumbled and took a step closer “I love you.” you spoke. Her eyes flared up, “Get the FUCK OUT OF MY FACE! I DONT FUCKING LOVE OR LIKE YOU! GET THAT THRU YOUR SKULL.” she said yelling at you and point at her head a bit, tears formed in your eyes as you stayed quiet, you than walked away slamming the door, tears already falling down your face as you left the party.

There was nothing you could do to make someone love you. You could only watch and hope.

[soggyriceee]

HEY ITS ME AGAIN💞💞 can i rq any konig public smut ?

or oh-shit-we-have-to-sleep-on-the-same-bed-and-now-we're-fucking

THANK U POOKS AND MAKE SURE TO TAKE CARE OF URSELF

camping

you and Konig loved camping. it was a hobby for you, but practice for him. he was often in the woods because of his job, and you had wanted to see for yourself what it was like. so, you often went on camping trips with him and the guys, as long as it wasn’t for work of course.

“today we’re gonna go fishing.. i don’t know if you and maria would like to stay back or go?” Konig asked, referring to Simon’s wife. (idk man). “if it’s swimming water i’ll go.” you nodded, lifting your shirt up and off to put your bikini on.

Konig smiled as he watched you, hands immediately going to grab your boobs. you laughed as you tried to push him away, only the thin fabric of the tent hiding you both. the others were slowly trickling in, just you both, Simon and Soaps group.

“just in my mouth.” he whispered, pinching your nipples. his lips attached to them, his tongue doing circles on the sensitive buds.

you let out a soft whine, falling back on your hands. he took advantage of your weak balance and pushed you to your back. “maybe a quickie..” he said, hands already running up your legs.

“konig the guys will hear us. come on at least let’s find a more secluded spot.”

but he wasn’t listening to you. his hands were already shoving his pants down to his knees, one hand pumping his cock as the other pushed your bikini bottoms to the side.

you had on a simple skirt, the bikini bottoms on under it. “then you better keep quiet.” he smirked.

he laid on his stomach, spreading your legs before pressing his lips to your wet cunt. your eyes closed tight, feeling his warm tongue swirl gently against your clit. his hands gripped your thighs , watching your body react to him.

“so wet for someone who didn’t wanna fuck ..” he mumbled against your pussy, taking his fingers and pushing them inside you. your hands clasped your mouth, toes curling.

he pumped just enough to get you nice and wet for him, knowing you’d be so tight regardless of how much he prepared you.

“konig, Gaz said he’ll be here in about 10 minuets then we’re out fishing” Soap called from outside. “got it!” Konig responded, already pushing himself up above you.

you opened your eyes, looking straight at his cock. he pushed your legs to your chest, looking into you panicked eyes. he knew you’d never shut up with his cock inside you, he was excited.

“here.” he placed a spare shirt in your mouth, at least giving some muffling to the noise you were bound to make. the birds outside and sound of the lake of course could limit the amount of noise you make as well, but he knew it would give you more comfort and allow you to relax more if your mouth was covered.

he gripped his cock slapping it on your pussy before slowly shoving the tip inside. he sighed heavily, closing his eyes. you gripped his arms, squeezing your eyes shut as your teeth clenched down on the shirt. “relax angel .. lemme fuck you ..” you whispered , cupping your cheeks.

he inches forward, moving his hips back and forth to get deeper in you. it hurt, per usual. feeling him stretch you out like this. he was already so deep into you, you hadn’t noticed him picking his pace up.

he watched as his cock came out covered in your white mess, hissing in awe at how wet he got you in such little time.

you were a mess beneath him, moaning into the shirt as your surroundings began to slip your mind. what once worried you became irrelevant in your eyes. and konig loved it. “you love taking cock in front of my friends huh libe?” he grunted, leaning down to your ear.

you nodded frantically, opening your eyes to meet his. nothing soft or sweet was in those eyes, no. he had a dark look, almost sinister. it was always a fantasy of his to fuck you in front of his friends. the risk, the vulnerability. “say it. say you love taking this fat cock.”

you muffled it back to him, enough for him to understand. he twitched inside you as he pumped faster. soon, it wasn’t just your muffled moans and his quiet whimpers. your pussy began to squelch around his length, your wetness dripping down your ass and covering his shaft.

“i’m n-not gonna be able to hold it ..” he grunted, looking around the tent. he heard Simon call out happily to greet who he was assuming was Gaz and his girlfriend.

“gonna let me fill you up before we go talk to my friends?” he looked back down to you, a sinful smirk painted on his handsome face. you nodded, looking up at him and batting your pretty lashes.

he took the shirt from your mouth, gripping your face. “say it.”

his hips pumped faster, pushing your legs up to let his cock hit you deeper. you cried out, biting your lip quickly after. “come on baby before they get back over here.” he whispered into your ear, already feeling his balls tighten.

“oh fuck Koni.. f-fill me up please” you whined, praying it wasn’t loud enough for the others to hear it from across the camp.

he shot his load just as you finished your sentence, dropping his head into your neck to muffle his own pathetic whimpers. his hands grasped your hips as he held you steady, fucking his cum deeper into you.

his body shook before collapsing onto you, his cock slowly softening inside your sticky cunt. “i love your pussy baby..” he breathed out, taking his thumb and placing it over your wet clit.

“k-konig they’re coming back now.” you said, looking up to listen better to the approaching footsteps. “just cum on my cock baby then we can go out.” he said tiredly, wanting to nkw fall asleep instead of going fishing.

while it did feel good, the voices of his friends getting closer made you nervous. “it’s okay baby trust me..” he said, picking up on your nervous demeanor. “just focus on how good in making this clit feel.

he was making it feels good. you were already so close when he was pounding into you, it didn’t take much for your bundle of nerves to bring you your high.

just as they came back, you covered Konigs once again hard cock with your cum, the mixture of yours and his seeping out of you. he smiled, kissing your flushed cheeks.

“Konig Gaz is here.” you both would hear Soap call out. it was impossible they didn’t know what you both had done, but Konig simply pulled his pants back up, quietly buckling his pants before fixing his slightly messed up hair. “you get ready.. i’ll tell them we took a quick nap.” he winked, before leaving your limp body and sore pussy to get up and ready.

thank you for your request bby i love writing public stuff😫😫 requests open !!

[mariclerc]

Predestined | cl16

Summary: Where you have had mixed feelings for years with your brother's best friend... And finally those feelings see the light.

Warning: none, just fluff.

a/n: let me know if u want a part 2 of this!!

Part 2

You were always surrounded by go-karts, the smell of gasoline and mud, like a good little sister, you accompanied your older brother to his karting races with his best friend. Basically your childhood and part of your teenage years were spent in that, in being the number one fan of those two boys... Your big brother and the boy who always stole your breath.

Currently, you are lost in thought when you are interrupted by a knock on the front door.

“I'm coming!” You say out loud as you leave the living room towards the door, opening it you find your brother's best friend, Charles, or better known as the boy who makes you sigh, in your eyes he always looks so cute. “Oh, hi char! Ehm... Luca is not home... But come in!” you say a little enthusiastically.

He smiled as he walked into the house. “But it's nice to see you little butterfly!” He said as he approached to give you a small kiss on the forehead, something they have done since you were little.

You always found him cute and adorable, even when he and your brother came home covered in mud and angry for losing a race, or when your mother scolded them for breaking a vase while you secretly passed him some chocolate cookies. They are 22 and you are 21 years old, but despite everything, they both always protected you back in the day, not now since you are older, but the affection is the same, especially between you and Charles. Since he always gave you cute nicknames and treated you like a princess, something that didn't bother you when you were little, but now those feelings have changed a little.

“What brings you here Charlie?” you ask timidly.

“Nothing in particular really, just... I wanted to spend time with you, it's been a long time since we've caught up.” He smiled and you felt your cheeks blush a little.

You both went to the couch and decide to watch a rom-com, the laughter and the knowing and slightly flirtatious glances did not take long to wait. You looked like some teenagers with their first love, something you were not lucky enough to have.

“God, how beautiful... How I would have liked to experience something like that.” You say in a murmur, referring to the couple in the movie, he, curious, turns his face towards you to look at your face.

“What do you mean, pretty?” He ask gently.

You take a deep breath. “Well... I've never had a boyfriend.” you pause briefly. “And I know you'll laugh and say it's not true and blah blah blah but...” You say but he shuts you up by grabbing your face gently.

“Who said I'm going to laugh at you? But I find it curious that a girl as pretty as you has never had a boyfriend... Not even something casual?” He asks gently, you denied. “How sad honey, maybe you were looking in the wrong places.”

“It's not just that, it's that... I don't know, no one showed interest in me before and my shyness doesn't help much to be honest.” You sigh.

Right now you are a whirlwind of feelings towards him that are quite strong and strange, but somehow it felt good.

“Maybe there is someone interested in you... For a long time if I'm honest.” He says in a whisper.

You look at him. “Who is it Charles?”

“If I told you that I am that person, would you still see me the same way?” He asks you subtly and you blush.

The times you imagined confessing your feelings towards him were countless, but it never crossed your mind that he would be the one confessing his feelings to you... Maybe it's not the most romantic way of all, but at least it's something.

“Tell me this isn't a joke Charlie.”

He laughed a little. “How could this be a joke, honey? You always caught my attention, you seemed like the cutest pretty girl in the whole city, even when you had your little pigtails and you followed your brother and I through the garden on summer days.” He whispered again. “You were always that impossible crush for me... Maybe now it's not so impossible after all.”

You blushed a lot. “Oh god, Charles... I liked you too, for a long time... But I never knew how to let you know...” You say in a whisper.

His smile widened and with one of his hands he caressed your cheeks in an adorable way that made your heart race. “Oh my shy little princess... Could I give you a kiss?” he asked and you nod slowly.

He shortened the distance between you to join your lips, it was a mix between a soft, shy and slow kiss but with it has a lot of meaning. You always imagined what it would be like to kiss him, if his lips felt warm on yours, and none of that is out of reality because it feels just like you imagined it repeatedly for a long time. In a moment he instinctively places you on his lap, everything feels so new and comfortable at the same time it's like it was meant to be. He fell for you even more when he felt you smile halfway through the kiss, something that drove him crazy in a good way.

All your parents' jokes saying that you were going to end up married to Charles and to which both of you always made disgusted faces finally made sense.

You separate from the kiss breathlessly, with a giddy smile on your face. “Oh my... That was incredible Charles.” You say in a whisper.

“It was better than I had imagined in my dreams.”

You both let out a small giggle and you caressed his face, the untidy trail of beard was present on it, his pink and fleshy lips parted and swollen, his greenish eyes who always looked at you as if you were a goddess and now they do it even more. All those "little" details are what made you fall in love with him and you wouldn't change a single thing about it.

Obviously you were inside your little bubble that you didn't hear the door opened.

“Well, well, well... What do we have here?” You hear your brother's mocking voice and the two of you separate and hurriedly get up from the couch.

You were blushing with shame. “Luca... I... Um... I...” No coherent sentence was coming out of your mouth since you were babbling, you hid behind Charles.

“I suppose you have a better explanation than my sister's, don't you Leclerc?” He asked ironically.

He breathed. “Yes, in fact yes... I don't know if it is or was something noticeable for you for years but I like y/n and, surprisingly, she likes me too.” he sigh. “And well, we decided to take that leap of faith, isn't it petit coeur?” He says and you nod sheepishly behind him. (little heart).

A knowing look and a sly smile landed on Luca's face. “It's amazing how clueless you guys are! I mean, it was very obvious that you both liked each other, you just needed to know it yourselves too.” He said and giggled, you exhaled calmly.

“So you're not angry? I thought you would be!” you asked softly.

He denied as he looked at both of you. “Not at all! Actually, I am very happy for you!” He approached you two. “I'll just tell you something... You hurt my little sister and I swear I will never speak to you again in my life, is that clear Charles?” He said addressing Charles and the aforementioned nodded.

“I would never hurt her... She is important to both you and me, there is no joke in doing that.” He said firmly.

Luca smiled. “Well lovebirds, I better give you guys some privacy.” he said and hugged both of you. “I don't want nephews yet, okay?” He said as he winked and walked up the stairs.

You blushed and Charles was also the same as you, you were smiling and giddy. “Well, I didn't imagine this would be the way he would know about all this.”

He caressed your face gently. “I didn't imagine it either, but I couldn't prefer it any other way.” he whispered close to your lips.

He shortened the distance between his lips again to kiss you a little more deeply, it was something you had longed for for a long time, and that now it was easy for you to access anytime you both needed. It felt so good the way he held you in his arms, how your bodies fit together, it was something predestined to happen, and that idea didn't bother you at all.

“Oh mia principessa... Would you like to go on a date with me?” He asked shyly while blushing. “I wouldn't want to be kissing you with your brother around... It scares me babe.”

You nod as you let out a small giggle. “Yep! Of course I would like a date with you Charlie! Although we can always get our way.” you whisper and laugh, giving a little hint that you two could spend time in your room.

“I like how you think cutie pie.” he gives you a little kiss on the tip of your nose and you giggle. “How about I pick you up tomorrow at 6pm or 7pm? We can go for an ice cream, from the ice cream parlor with the pastel colors wall that you like so much... Or maybe go to eat at the Italian restaurant and then go for an ice cream? How you prefer honey, you decide.”

Seeing him so nervous and shy about taking you on a date was something incredible to see, you never thought that he would be the type of guy who gets nervous about taking a girl on a date... Maybe because you are also nervous, you have never had a date and having it with him was more than perfect.

You shushed him as you gave him a small kiss on the lips. “Whatever it is, it's fine! Being with you is enough, you know?” You whispered and you both smiled.

“Then it's okay darling! Oh god, I feel like I'm in a dream... A very cute and adorable one.”

You feel your cheeks blush, you have never felt so many emotions together just for a boy, just for him, but fortunately he was now your boy and that made you happy and content. You stayed for a while hugging in silence, enjoying the warmth that your bodies provided you. Who would have thought that you would actually end up with the boy of your dreams, the one who arrived with an angry face for not finishing a race, but who somehow smiled when he saw you.

After a while you separated from the hug and you walked him to the door.

“So... Tomorrow at 6?” You ask him softly.

He nods. “Yes darling! Oh god... I can't believe I can kiss you now!” He says excitedly and you laugh softly.

“It's better than a podium?” You giggle.

“Oh hell yes! It's much better than a win chérie.” He leans in again to kiss you while holding your face gently.

After saying goodbye for like the eighteenth time, you went up to your room to scream into your pillow like a teenager with her first boyfriend, and somehow you felt that way. You heard a knock on the door of your room and you opened it to find your brother on the other side.

“Tell me something, do I have to punch his face?” He question with a sly face and you denied.

“Not at all, plus I don't think you want to break your best friend's face.”

He shakes his head. “I'm really so happy for you bubbles, you have no idea how happy I am for you two!” He said and hugged you. “And tell me... Has he already invited you on a date?” He asked with a sly smile on his face.

You blushed instantly. “Luca! Yes and I won't give you details until tomorrow when I'm back.”

He smiled while he ruffled your hair. “It seems fair to me.”

***

You didn't stop walking around the room while the clock almost struck 6pm, you had dressed pretty nice for the occasion and you really didn't know if it was too much since you've never been on a date before. You feel butterflies fluttering inside you and it is a pleasant and strange sensation at the same time.

“I'm coming!” You say as you go to the door to find a smiling Charles. “Hi bubba!” You say a little shyly as you stand on tiptoe to give him a small kiss on the cheek, an act that makes him blush. “You look handsome baby!”

He looked at you speechless and smiled. “Damn baby, you look absolutely gorgeous!” He said with a smile from ear to ear. “Oh, here these are for you! I know you like sunflowers and as soon as I saw them I remembered how much you love them, so... I hope you like them.” He said as he handed you the small but very pretty bouquet of sunflowers.

Your eyes glazed over a little. “Oh god, you didn't have to do it! But thanks Charlie, I love them!” You say as you give him a hug and then place the sunflowers in a vase.

“Well, are you ready for the best date? Little princess?” he asked softly and you giggled and blush while you nodded.

“I'm very ready charlie bear!” You giggled.

There was a very tender and childlike aura between the two of you, maybe it was the lack of romantic experience you've had or maybe it's the fact that you've been imagining this moment for years with him and that you both knew each other since you were little, whatever, it was a very nice and cute vibe between the two of you.

***

The date was a fever dream, he was everything you had imagined and much more, he was attentive, gentlemanly and he even remembered things that perhaps were silly to you at the time that you said them, but you didn't know he was taking notes of each one of these little things. There were shy and flirtatious glances, little smiles here and there and he even held your hand very delicately and tenderly, as if you were a little porcelain doll.

After dinner in the cozy Italian restaurant you went for an ice cream at the ice cream parlor he mentioned the day before and now you are enjoying a nice ride in his car.

“Do you know what I loved when your brother had sleepovers? When we made a fort in your parents' living room.” He says with a somewhat nostalgic smile on his face.

You smiled. “Oh yes, it was very adorable!”

He nodded. “The most adorable thing was that I told your brother to include you there. Although, now the best thing is that you are the little princess of our own fort.”

You have the faint memory of those sleepover nights where your brother asked you to stay in your room since they stayed in the living room to play boy things, you always wanted to do a sleepover but you never had as many friends as your brother. When your brother were making the fort in the living room, Charles always asked him if he could look for you in your room, since he didn't want you to feel alone. He wanted you to be the little princess of the fort.

“Oh yes, I remember! You were going to look for me secretly from my brother to take me to the fort.” You let out a small giggle at the memory.

“Yes, well... I think it was from there that I started to like you a lot.” He blushed.

You blushed slightly. “Since I was eight years old? Have you liked me since then?” You asked him and he nodded with blushing cheeks.

“Yep, although now it's better! Since I can kiss you every so often.” he giggled. “My cute little princess.”

“Do you know what I thought about you back then? That you were out of my reach... And yes, it's stupid, but you were so cute and kind with me that I couldn't help but think about it.” You say in a whisper as you look at him with adoration in your gaze.

“Oh baby, you were also a cutie, well, you still are! Ma jolie petite poupée.” He says while caressing your face. (my pretty little doll)

He smiled and brought his face closer to yours to kiss your lips gently, your hands were in his hair and you pulled him more closer to you while he placed his hands on your waist and he caressed the area with his fingertips, the kisses became a little messy, but it was quite pleasurable. You broke apart to catch your breath and both of you had little smiles.

“Wow... I can get addicted to your lips, you know?” You say in a whisper.

He smiled tenderly. “Well get ready, because maybe you will have an overdose of kisses every now and then ma belle.” He said as he gave you a kiss on the forehead. (my beautiful)

“Well that's perfect! We just have to... You know, hide from my brother maybe.” You let out a little giggle. “But that doesn't matter now, I just want to be with you.”

After a while you returned to where it all started, at the front door of your house, you both had blushing cheeks, something constant and common next to him.

“Charlie, thank you very much!” you smiled shyly. “Thank you for taking me on a date, it was amazing!” you giggled.

He winks at you and leans down to kiss your forehead. “Was nothing amour, I really liked this date too!” he smiled.

You stood on your tiptoes to give him a kiss on his cheek, letting out a giggle as his slight stuble tickled you. “That tickles!” you giggled again.

He blushes. “Sorry petit bébé!” he giggled too. (little baby)

Just as you guys are about to kiss each other goodbye (finally), you hear someone clearing their throat, you turn your head to find Luca standing with his arms crossed and a smile on his face.

“Okay, okay, little lovebirds, enough of the corny stuff.” He said while laughing a little, you rolled your eyes.

“Shh, shut up mate, just a couple of minutes with her and she's all yours.” Charles says and your brother laughs and went back into the house. “Well... What were we up to?” He asks and you approach him to shorten the distance and kiss, it was a shy kiss but with a lot of feeling, just like the others.

It's incredible how after so many years of having an impossible crush on him it seems like all the pieces are starting to fit into place and it's something very, very precious. You separated from the kiss and put your foreheads together while smiling like two hopeless lovers.

“I like you so much baby.” He whispers softly.

“I like you so so much baby boy.” You whisper too.

At the end of the day your parents were right with all those jokes, they knew that you and Charles were going to end up together because, after all, you were destined for each other and at some point it was going to happen.

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ynusername yes, I still stand on my tippytoes to kiss him 🎀🎀

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charles_leclerc oh god, my little princess i love uuu 🩷🩷🩷

ynusername i love u too little prince 🩵🩵🩵

user1 omg, Isn't that @lucay/l/n sister?

user2 oh god! I've read that she and Charles have been dating since they were children, but I'm not even sure.

user3 uhh, no. You're wrong! She is Luca's sister (Charles' best friend) but they weren't dating before, they had a little crush on each other while growing up

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alex_albon finally we won't have to listen to Charles regret never making a move on you.

ynusername but he did 😋😋😋

lucay/l/n I love you guys so much bubbles and little torment

charles_leclerc I thought you had forgotten about my "little torment" era

ynusername oh god, don't fight silly boys

lucay/l/n k, i got it bubbles!!

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ynusername i love you too handsome, please come back i miss you 🥺🥺

charles_leclerc I will be at your door in a few minutes don't worry baby girl <3

ynusername okay cutie 🥰