#Then Pen corrects him that it was JUST HIM that made fun of girls like her

[missmitchieg]

This is so petty, like, SO petty but as a glasses-wearer, the first time I watched The Black Queen, I saw Penelope sans glasses at the start and automatically despised Shane Wyeth because she says later in the episode that who she was NOW was the one she always wanted to be but she knew he wouldn't like her because he made fun of girls like her.

[astrxq]

Cosmic feelings

ethan landry x fem!reader

words: 3.2k

notes: idk if i like this 😭 not proofread so there might be some mistakes <3

Here's the corrected version of the text with grammar, punctuation, and vocabulary improvements:

There was no one in the world as oblivious as Ethan Landry when it came to girls. Seeing his roommate Chad get flooded with girls crushing on him really made him question whether he should step out of his shell or rather stay in it to save himself from the embarrassment of rejection. He was an attractive guy, at least that's what Chad kept reminding him, but he was such a mess when he had to strike up a conversation.

He'd tried once with you, the girl sitting next to him in economics, but you were so pretty to him that he ended up blabbering out that he needed to borrow a pen, when his purpose was to ask how your day had been. You were sweet, though; you offered him a small smile and the pen even though he had one sitting right next to his notebook. You didn't question it.

He tried not to overthink the small interaction, but he felt like some kind of force from the universe hated him because ever since that day, he'd been seeing you everywhere. Talking to his roommate, outside of campus, at the movies, the park—everywhere he went, he seemed to bump into you. You'd usually offer him a smile and a small wave, and he'd return it, trying to avoid Chad seeing him, because he knew he'd get made fun of if he was caught blushing because of a simple wave.

You had tried to make it obvious that you wanted to talk to him. It seemed odd how a boy so gorgeous could be looked past by so many people. He'd caught your eye the moment he sat next to you. He didn't even look your way at first, but as the teacher explained, you could feel him glance. It was adorable how he'd scratch the back of his head when he was solving a problem on his impressively neat notebook or when he bit his nails awaiting the teacher to notice he was having trouble with something he'd just explained.

Ethan wasn't dumb; everyone knew he was one of the few who understood economics. So when you reached out to the professor about needing tutoring, his name was quickly brought up. "Mr. Landry could help; you'd have to ask him, but I assume that will not be an issue as you already sit together in my classes."

Well, that wasn't as easy as the professor had made it sound. Four months into the year and only one conversation was had where he looked like he so badly wanted to stand up and run out before you even handed the pen to him. He was a fast walker, you realized, catching up to him as he made his way out of the building while keeping his head down looking at his phone and his free hand holding onto a strap of his backpack. "Ethan!" you called.

Once he heard his name from such an unfamiliar voice, he turned around, his backpack colliding with your cheek as he faced you. "Shit! I'm so sorry; I didn't see you. Are you okay?" he rambled, his cheeks going into a deep shade of red as he examined your face with a panicked look while you rubbed at your cheek. "I'm okay, I'm okay."

"Mr. Thompson told me to ask you for help in economics; I'm not really getting the hang of it."

His mouth twitched, and you weren't sure if it meant that he almost smiled or that he was extremely uncomfortable with the idea of tutoring. "You don't have to, of course. But since we sit together in class already…" He kept quiet, staring.

"Okay, I take that as a no. I'll ask someone else then. Thank you anyway," you smiled sweetly at him as you made a move to turn back, but his hand stopped you by grabbing your wrist and turning you around gently. "Sorry—yes. Yes, I'll tutor you." The blush on his cheeks had gone away a little, and the few freckles on his face stood out as you beamed at him with a grin. "Thank you, thank you, thank you."

He took your excitement as a huge step in his 'try to get closer to Y/N' plan that, well, wasn't really his plan; it was his roommate's. "When's the best for you?" he asked. You shrugged and fixed the strap of the bag that had slipped off of your shoulder. "I'm free most of the time, so whenever works for you is great."

He took a moment before nodding and checking his phone and looking back up to you. "Well, Chad isn't in our dorm; if you want to come by now, I could explain today's lesson, and we can get to the rest once I sort out my notes," Ethan offered, surprised at himself for inviting a girl to be alone with him in his own dorm room.

You found his nervousness endearing. On the way to the dorms, he'd kept glancing down at you as if he were making sure you were still there, and his hands were a little shaky as he tried to get his keys from his jean pockets. "It's a bit messy, I'm sorry," he looked embarrassed and he moved a few sweaters from his desk chair to the mattress. "You can sit here; do you want something to drink?" The boy pointed at the small fridge that sat across the room, and you shook your head before sitting where he'd just signaled.

Eventually, Chad came back into the dorm, and after a few teasing looks from him to Ethan, you took that as your cue to leave. "Thanks for explaining it to me, Ethan," you made a move to stand up, and he mirrored you, standing at the same time. "You're leaving?"

"Well… I assumed we were done," you pointed at his now closed notebook, and he nodded twice before meeting your eyes. "Yes. Yeah—that's everything that was explained today." He had gone back to the nervous, shaky self he had been at the start of the afternoon, and you couldn't help but wonder why his demeanor had changed so quickly. He'd eased up during the tutoring, and he seemed far more comfortable by then.

"Do you need me to walk you? It's kind of late," he suggested, and even though you'd wished for nothing else but to spend more time with him, you shook your head with a smile. "I'll be okay; thanks for today, though. I owe you." Ethan seemed to shy away as he offered a smile and reached his hand up as if he were to wave but stopped. "I'll let you know when I have my notes sorted so we can do this again."

He widened his eyes a bit at his own words and quickly covered, "-if you want." Looking up at him sweetly, you nodded and made your way out of the dorm room with a grin plastered on your face. Who knew he could be so adorable?

Weeks went by, and Ethan had gotten more and more comfortable around you. He'd look for you in hallways and even came up to you when you were with your friends or he was with his. His roommate, Chad, had stopped not being around during your tutoring lessons so you couldn't really get there yet. Chad was nice, but his presence kept stopping you from attempting to make a move, and it seemed like it was stopping Ethan as well.

After what seemed like years,

Chad was busy, and you were finally left alone with Ethan. Even if it was for tutoring, he seemed nervous when he opened the door at your text, his face flushed a bright shade of red and a beaming look on his face. There were at least three shirts of Ethan's laying on Chad's bed as if he'd changed a few times before deciding on the shirt he was wearing at that moment. "Hey."

"Hi, sorry if this was too sudden. Chad just left, and I didn't know if you'd feel comfortable with it being just us two," he cleared his throat as you rolled your eyes at his obvious overthinking and walked yourself in to sit on his bed, legs crossed one over the other. "Well, I like it being just you and me." Ethan could feel his ears burn at your comment, and he tried to look put together as he sat in front of you, his notebook on his lap.

"Are you going to the Halloween party this weekend?" you asked before he could get started with economics. "Uh… I think so, yeah." You smiled, and he suddenly felt way more at ease knowing that you wanted him to go. "What will you be dressed as?"

"I don't know yet. Chad said something about wanting to be a cowboy, but I hate most costumes I've seen in shops," he shrugged, biting his lip anxiously as he pretended to read his handwriting to hide his nerves. "I was thinking of going as Anakin," you chirped.

His eyes shot up to look at you, and he raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Skywalker?" You made a face. "Duh! He's so cool, and it's so easy to find costumes of him since no one else is going to wear them because—let's be honest—they're scared of looking geeky. But that's the fun of Halloween." Ethan felt like all those negative thoughts had left his head the moment you mentioned what seemed to be your nerdy secret. "Chad said I should do a knight but suggested I craft it since it's last minute."

"Oh my god!" you exclaimed, reaching to hold onto his hands as he gripped the notebook. "I could help you; you'd look so cute as a knight." He was going to throw up, surely; his stomach felt like it had flipped over at the thought of you wanting to spend time with him outside of tutoring, and even though you'd gotten a lot closer, he didn't feel like you guys had gotten to the hanging out point.

"Would you?" he asked, his eyes lit up. "Of course! Put that away; we'll start right now!" Just as you finished your sentence, Ethan stood excited and reached into his closet to pull out a big piece of cardboard. "I suck at this; I sure hope you have some hidden artsy talent."

You proudly held up the pencil and let your silence answer his own question as he read instructions he'd found on the internet for you to follow. If he was asked, he'd say he helped, but truly all he did was 'sit back and look pretty' as you'd told him to do while you did the work after he accidentally messed up painting the helmet and freaked out.

Once finished, you begged for him to try it on. "Come on! Just to see if it fits." He hid his face in his hands, groaning. "Oh my god, Y/N. This is embarrassing." He let you fit the boxy costume around him, and you put the cardboard helmet on his head before knocking on it with a proud look on your face. "See? Talent."

"Can I take it off now?" Ethan felt like his cheeks were going to explode as you stared at him with a grin, and he struggled to pull off the costume. "Will you go with Chad? Or do you want me to come get you?" He looked at you like he'd just seen a ghost. "Get me?"

"Like—pick you up." He mouthed an 'oh' and shrugged. "I think Chad will want to go together." He moved the notebook to his desk and stared at it for a few seconds, as if thinking when to actually tutor you.

"Great. I'll see you there, then." Before he could answer, you reached up on your tiptoes to plant a kiss on his cheek and softly smack it before turning back and, with a quiet 'bye,' closing the door behind you, leaving Ethan dumbfounded and with a tingly feeling on his chest.

"Couldn't you add Velcro on this or something?" Chad complained for the fifth time as he attempted to help Ethan put on the costume. "I didn't think putting it on by myself would be so hard," he admitted, and Chad smirked.

"Who put it on you when you tried it on?"

"No one, just—help me." Chad pretended to believe that Ethan had managed to make the costume himself, and once they'd finally put it on, they made their way to the party.

Ethan wasn't a party guy, so standing by the door the whole time was his plan for the night, but his roommate refused to let him bore himself to death. As Ethan mimicked Chad's dancing in an attempt to 'just feel the music,' as he'd quoted, you and your friend walked in, bumping into him. "Sorry."

At his apology, you smiled softly and reached to fix his helmet. "Mighty knight," you greeted, moving the cape to the side to show him the plastic lightsaber you'd stolen from one of your friends. "Anakin," he mirrored.

"I'm leaving or I'll vomit," Chad fake gagged while he walked away, waving the two of you off as your friend took her cue to also go. "Did you just get here?" you asked, and the boy shook his head. "Like half an hour ago." He looked horrified at the scenery of the party, hearing a fight break out in the kitchen between two guys who wanted the same drink. "Wanna go on a walk or something?"

You took him leaving his water-filled cup on one of the tables as a yes, so when he came back to where you stood, you didn't hesitate to hold his hand and pull him through the door. "Parties aren't my thing," he said. "What is your thing?"

"Sleeping?"

"Fair enough, mine's napping."

"What? So… sleeping?" he stopped his tracks once he saw a bench near the house party, he watched you sit down and looked down at his chest in confusion. "No way! Naps are so much better than a night's sleep." He tilted his head in amusement as you rambled. "Or… you could just wait until it's bedtime."

"You just haven't tried to nap. It's the best thing ever. You're missing out, Ethan. You know I hate my friends missing out on fun stuff," he rolled his eyes. "I wouldn't call napping fun."

"Well—maybe sleeping isn't your thing."

"Maybe it isn't."

You both fell quiet, and Ethan counted to five before trying to get the chest piece off, but he failed. "How'd you even manage to get this on me?" he asked, lifting his arms a bit so you could help him. "Ethan, there's some Velcro here," you pointed to the side of his torso,

and he suddenly felt a little dumb, which he was sure was a feeling he would share with Chad, who could also not find the Velcro. "Oh."

You laughed, feeling him stare down at you as you helped him anyway. Finally being able to sit down, he reached for your forearm and softly tugged you to sit next to him. "I love it, besides how uncomfortable it is to sit with." He'd kept the helmet on, and you reached to take it off and fix his hair, which had gotten messier because of the costume. "Beauty is pain," you sighed, dramatically ruffling his hair in an attempt to fix it back to how it usually was.

"You don't seem to be in pain," he said, quickly covering his eyes. "Fuck—that was so bad; pretend I never said that—oh god." You broke into a fit of laughter at his shitty line and the immediate regret. "I'm sorry," he mumbled more to himself than to you as he rested his elbows on his knees and his hands in his hair. "It was sweet," you held back a laugh.

"Don't lie."

"Okay. That was horrible, Ethan. Is that how you pick up girls?" he could sense your smile through your voice, and he exaggerated a sigh as he sat back, arm spread on the bench's backrest, near your shoulders. "No, I usually let them craft me a Halloween costume."

"Eh, look at you! Are you drunk? You're flirty tonight."

"I did a shot with Chad but spit it out immediately. Does that count?" he made a face at the reminder of the taste, and you couldn't help but admire the way his face scrunched up so incredibly adorable. "Sure, it does."

"If you'd told me you wanted to go as Anakin earlier, I would've gone for Obi Wan," he admitted, reaching to play with the hem of your cloak. "Maybe next time," you shrug. "You'd repeat a costume?" he fake gasped, moving his hand up to his chest; you mirrored him. "If we're going to dress up together, I will." Ethan put his hand out for you to shake, and you happily took it. Neither of you wanted to let go, so you let the linked hands fall onto your lap.

"To be fair, the lightsaber isn't even mine, and I think I broke it," he broke out a laugh and covered his mouth at your glare. "It fell."

"Sure, sure," he waved you off with his free hand, and you wondered if he was thinking about your held hands as much as you were. "Ethan," you said, tightening your hold. "Yes?"

How does one tell a guy they want to kiss him?

Taking a slow breath in, you asked, "We've known each other for a while, haven't we?" Ethan looked taken aback by your question, thinking for a few seconds. "Uh… yes."

"Are you ever going to kiss me?"

Ethan was so grateful for the dimmed street lights because if you were to see the shade of his face and neck at that moment, you'd think he was having a stroke. "Yeah, yes. Yes, I will," he managed out.

You hummed, moving in closer to him, practically leaning in. He took a few seconds to process this, but once he let himself take over, he leaned closer and closer until he could clasp his hand on your cheek, pulling you in to kiss you. Your hands moved up to his chest, feeling his heart speed as fast as yours, and one of your hands tangled in his previously messy hair while he took ahold of the back of your neck.

Pulling back for air, Ethan panted out a smile so close to your mouth that you could feel it form on your own lips. "Maybe kissing is your thing."

He hummed, leaning in to press a short kiss onto your lips again. "Maybe."

[jals-stuff]

hi girlie!! i see that your requests are open... can i pls request hurt+comfort on orter with a flirty girl reader pretty please??? the lack of orter fics is crazy T_T

(guess who btw :3)

why hello there, dear. I'll guess you are m***i, and I agree, there aren't enough works on him.

Anyway, here's a poorly, quickly written one. It is supposedly proofread but it's 5am and I am very eepy!

Just a flirt!

Word count: 2.6k

Warnings: none!

“Took you long enough.” 

You blinked a few times as he looked up from his paperwork, and mostly at the report you were holding. You had spent longer than necessary on this paper you’d received from Renatus, correcting rewriting the entire thing as it was just full of mistakes and this jerk was too lazy to give you anything that was decent.

“What, did you miss me that much?” You raised your eyebrows with a slight smile as you chuckled to yourself. Oh yeah, that was funny. Orter didn’t seem to find it amusing, as his expression didn’t really change at all. You made your way to his desk and sat on the chair facing it, handing him Renatus’ report.

He decided not to dwell on that stupid remark of yours and started reading the paper, taking notes on the side and making sure nothing is missing. Meanwhile, you were staring carefully studying his expression, and every single small nod he gave while reading.

“Renatus isn't usually this thorough with reports. Colour me surprised.” He blankly said and slid the report inside one of his drawers. You raised an eyebrow and looked at him with a proud grin. “Renatus gave me a piece of scrap, so I rewrote it entirely using the information he gave me.” you stated, crossing your arms as you looked at him, visibly waiting for some praise.

He stared blankly for a second and sighed, adjusting his glasses. “Well done, (Y/N). Very good work.” Though he was praising you, his expression didn't change that much and you could just feel how exhausting it was for him to give compliments.

“Mm, mm. That's right. I’m always good with my work when I know you'll review it…” You trailed off, looking at him with a satisfied smile and a small wink. He raised both eyebrows at your obvious flirting and chose not to comment on it, but you weren't done anyway.

“Anyway, I think I deserve more than just a little compliment! I rewrote the entire thing, you know?” You playfully pouted, putting on a dramatically sad, puppy eyes expression for him. Orter pinched the bridge of his nose with a deep sigh; he knew you wouldn't back down anyway.

“That was amazing work, (Y/N). Rarely have I ever seen a report written with such incredible finesse and precision.” He said blankly again, and it was clear he didn't mean it that much, although there was a part of truth in his words that he refused to admit, even to himself.

“Thank you, thank you.” You chuckled, knowing very well that he was exaggerating, but seeing as he played along, you decided to push your luck a little. “So what, am I getting a reward for all this hard work?”

Even if his expression didn't change, you could read him like he was an open book. “Was the praise not enough?” was probably what he thought at this point. You could've stopped there and brushed it off as a joke but your ego had been flattered just enough to make you bolder.

“How ‘bout… a little kiss? Just on the cheek! Like mwwwah!” you mimicked a kiss while pointing at your cheek and were absolutely convinced that your imitation was flawless. Of course, you were partially joking, and assumed he would just sigh and dismiss your comment, but no such luck.

“I have better things to do than to entertain your delusional little fantasies.” He simply spoke and grabbed his pen again to fill out some of his paperwork. Ouch. But that was his whole personality anyway, of course he wouldn't give you a little kiss, you already knew that, but hearing him say it this way tugged just a tiny bit at your heartstrings.

“No fun.” You sighed and crossed your arms on top of his desk before nesting your chin in-between them. “I am being highly underappreciated here.” You whined dramatically, and then regained your usual smug expression. “That's okay though, you're still my favourite.”

You could tell you were slowly but surely getting on his nerves, and it was kind of amusing to see him have to close his eyes and take a deep breath before focusing on his tasks again. He was already being very patient by allowing you to laze around in his office when you had free time, but he was gradually starting to regret this decision.

You were already done with your work for today, and sat in Orter’s office simply to enjoy his company. He knew, and for some reason he tolerated your presence as long as you didn't disturb him too much. 

Was any of your flirting serious? Of course it was. You genuinely liked him! You had been blessed with a sweet voice and a pretty face, and most of your colleagues at the Bureau would've dreamt of being in his place right now. He was very much aware of that, but it seemed off to him.

Even though your coworkers kept flirting around with you and quite literally trying to slide in your pants, you had denied every single one of them. From nameless staff members to the Flame Cane, none of them had your attention except Orter, and all of your flirting surely showed it… or so you thought. Things were awfully different in his mind.

Now, you were just looking at him and his paperwork, fiddling with some trinkets on his desk. Being in the same room as him was almost enough for you, but you kept feeling this physical need to flirt with him, to demonstrate how much you liked him, and you would've thought he had a clue, as you kept making it painfully obvious.

His eyes travelled to your hands as he put one of his papers down. “Stop it.” He ordered, and you immediately let go of the trinket you were toying with in a deep sigh now.

“But I’m bored.” You mumbled, and he put down his pen, his hands now joined on top of his desk. He looked at you for a bit, your almost childish behaviour was starting to irritate him slightly.

“Then leave.” He raised his head slightly as he took off his glasses to wipe them. “Nobody asked you to sit here and disturb my work with your… immature antics.” Ouch, another one, but at this point, you were used to his spiky remarks and simply shrugged it off.

“Aww, but I'll miss you if I leave, you know~?” Again with the puppy eyes, making your expression unnecessarily dramatic again even though you meant every single word you said; but saying it in a completely blank tone would embarrass you way too much. “And I know you'll miss me too, hehe.” You playfully added.

He put his glasses back on and gave you a very stern look and raised an eyebrow very slightly. “Surely, there are other victims that await your attention somewhere else. Why not pay them a visit instead of constantly disrupting my focus?”

He sure was in a foul mood today, wasn't he? But his comment felt like a sharp blade into your stomach and you just needed an explanation for it. “What is that supposed to mean?” Your flirtatious demeanour was temporarily suspended as you weren't quite sure what you'd just heard.

“Are you already done seducing your other colleagues? Must I suffer your incessant flirtations in their place now?” He asked again, and it didn't sound like he was being sarcastic at all, but at least you now knew.

“Orter… are you jealous?” You asked, and your tone was dead serious. It was inimaginable that he could ever feel jealous about something so petty— something you hadn't even done in the first place.

He took a deep breath. “Nonsense. This is wishful thinking; I am merely aggravated by your attempts to turn me into one of these loyal… dogs you have around at the Bureau.” he scoffed, and you could tell he was not pleased with your behaviour.

“...what?” was all you could utter, as you looked at him in disbelief. “You don't know how wrong you are about this, clearly.” You didn't want to be rude to him even though he really deserved it right now, but you seemed to be testing each other's patience.

“How wrong could I be? These people are head over heels for you. Surely, this doesn't happen without a push.” He firmly stated, and again, he was wrong. “Whatever have I done for you to think I’ll be one of them?”

You had always hated arguments, but having one with Orter was the worst that had happened in a while. He was fully convinced that you were but a flirt, a temptress that relished in having people crawl at her feet… but that wasn't it, and these people weren't exactly crawling either.

“How can you say such a thing?” You looked at him in heavy disappointment. “How could you think such a thing, after all of… this?” After all of the obvious flirting you gave him, the endless remarks about how you miss him when he isn't around or your constant winking.

He was just staring in religious silence, thinking you'd give up and simply admit your faults so he could go back to work without any disturbance, but he was once again very wrong, and you needed to justify yourself. 

“Why would I flirt with anyone other than you at the Bureau?” you asked, standing up from your chair and placing both hands on the desk in front of him, and he simply adjusted his glasses on his nose.

“Because that's who you are, it would seem.”

You sat back in defeat, looking at him, completely dumbfounded. Every word you wanted to say ended up getting swallowed in the whirlpool of emotions you were feeling, and you couldn't do anything else than stare at him. You could physically feel your heartstrings being pulled now and it was disturbingly painful.

“Is…” you swallowed your emotions down before trying again. “Is that really what you think? That I'm just the type of girl to flirt around and just… sleep well afterwards?” Your tone made it obvious that you were hurt, and it didn't go unnoticed. 

But he was convinced. Convinced that your flirting was not a rare occurrence, that it extended beyond the limits of his office, that surely you had already done it before and he was probably just one of those targets you'd use to boost your self-esteem. Even though he was upset with you, his goal wasn't to hurt you, and he decided to avoid your question, not knowing what to answer anyway.

“I don't even know why you're trying to justify yourself that hard.” He finally sighed and grabbed his pen again, which was his way of telling you that this conversation was over and you had to leave; but you wouldn't let go just yet, not before you had said your piece. 

“Because it's you we're talking about.” You blurted out, once again flabbergasted by how dense a man could be. “How straightforward do I have to be for you to understand? Have I not been vigorously flirting with you?” You asked loudly, almost laughing nervously.

“You sure have, but—”

“Have I not made it crystal clear that I am into you? That I want to spend time with you?” Oh, you had no will to listen to his flawed reasoning and you just couldn't take it anymore. You were trying your best not to tear up in front of him already, and any more of his baseless accusations surely would make a sufficient push to make you cry.

“I never said you didn't d—”

“Then why are you so blind to my feelings?” You interrupted again, but this time way calmer. You sat back, weakly plopping down on your chair and staring down at his desk for no apparent reason. He didn't really say anything. In fact, he was processing the information you had just given him.

You felt terribly awkward after your half confession, and that clumsy part of your personality couldn't take the silence anymore. “How can someone that dense be in charge of the Magical Power administration..?” 

Were you jesting? Probably. But what else could you do anyway? Your main goal was to keep your composure and hold your tears back, at least until you were out of his line of sight. His eyes were on you, they had been the whole time, but you couldn't muster the courage to look at him anymore.

“May I speak now?” He asked, first of all wanting to make sure you wouldn't interrupt him anymore, and only now did it occur to you, how rude you had been these last few minutes. You gave a nod and he sighed deeply, joining his hands against his desk and looking at you with a bit of a softer expression.

“I never said you haven't been straightforward.” He started, and now that you were a bit calmer than before, you could feel your shame grow at his words. “I never said you didn't do all these things you talked about so… fervently. I am merely saying that I do not believe you are exclusively trying to seduce me.”

You sighed again, and he braced himself for another rant but instead of justifying yourself again, you ran a hand through your hair and took a deep breath. Looking all sad and defeated wasn't like you at all, and you needed to prove yourself to this dense, silly, overworked man.

“I don’t get it. Why does the fact that I supposedly am flirting with other people bother you?” You decided to ask, your arms crossed over your chest as you were now back to studying his expression and tone. If you were going to cry, so be it, but you wouldn't go down without a fight, especially for him.

He takes a minute to think, narrowing his eyes slightly. “What bothers me is the way you act with those people, and how you pretend to be innocent afterwards.” You gave him a confused look and he decided to develop. “The way you politely smile at them and make small talk. You're almost inviting them.” He said that while keeping his straight face and cold glare, completely serious.

Oh. Oh. 

“So you are jealous.” You couldn't help but smile a little and finally look up at him, only to be met by an utterly confused Orter, ready to absolutely deny your claim.

“I am not jealous, (Y/N).”

“What if I stopped talking to all of them then, would it make things a little better?” You offered, suppressing a smile and pretending to act serious. He seemed to think for another minute again and leaned back into his chair.

“Yes, I believe it would.”

Ah, you couldn’t take it anymore and just burst out laughing; he didn’t seem to like it very much but it was impossible to resist. You just had to make sure again, and so, you slowly regained your composure and caught your breath, then exhaled deeply. “So, let me get this straight…” you started, and he listened. “What upsets you is the fact that I am supposedly flirting with other people, and if I didn’t smile at them or made small talk, you wouldn’t mind my flirting?”

You did not miss that sigh of relief. He adjusted his glasses again and crossed his legs, looking at you very seriously. “I am glad to know that you have ears.” He said blankly, his expression still so cold as his eyes landed on yours again. “Are you making fun of me now?” His voice sounded slightly irritated and you had to calm yourself down again.

“No, not at all. But you just admitted to being jealous so… I win.” You could feel all of your earlier worries dissipating. He wasn't denying it either, instead looking like he was thinking about your reasoning; you had him cornered now. 

And the best part about all of this is that he has no clue what he just signed up for.

[somethingswift19]

Alt+Nerd= <3 Pope x (f) reader

| Warnings:

| Summary: The bubbly alt girl falls for Pope, the nerdy and serious guy.

| (a/n): I had a good reaction to the alt reader x obx so I wanted to continue that a little bit :) I'm so tired so if this is awful I apologize but I had fun writing it so that's really what counts right? Not proof read.

Leaning up against the lockers you watched as the whole pouge friend group walked past, sighing to yourself. Since freshman year you had had a thing for the smart one, Pope. He was so cute and serious and when he got all serious it made him even cuter and more adorable in your eyes. He was misunderstood and looked over a lot for John B and JJ. And even when he wasn't being looked over, he rarely noticed when girls hit on him. Green flags tbh.

But this brings you back to today...as you watched them all walk passed you knew you were probably not his type considering he was dating Kiara but a girl can dream. You had your black and blue hair straightened and pulled back into pigtails, neon green glasses, black cropped hoodie, skinny jeans, and orange nike airs on. "Hey! You ready for class?" your best friends voice snapped you out of your trance.

"Oh yeah, sorry," you shook your head and smiled before grabbing your bag and walking to AP biology. Tapping your pen on the desk, you day dreamed as the teacher went over the previous test. This was your favorite class but today you were just distracted. Before you knew it, the bell rang and you realized you hadn't taken a single note. Shit you thought. But that's when you had the idea... "Hey Pope!" you yelled after the boy as you ran to catch up to him.

"Uh...hi?" he looked at you confused. Honestly fair considering you have had probably two conversations with him in total. "What's up?"

"Oh, well...I kinda have a problem," you began. "Is there anyway you can go over the science notes from today with me? I didn't quite get all of it." Correction, I was staring at you like a total stalker for the entire class and wasn't paying any attention.

"Oh uh, yeah sure. Meet me at lunch and I'll give you my notes," Pope said as you nodded.

"Lucky I have the smartest guy in school in my class!" you responded cheerfully.

"Well technically Thomas Jennings is the number 1 in our class so he would be the smartest. I'm probably top five-" he rambled on before you cut him off.

"Pope," you stated. "Take the compliment and go with it. A cute girl is calling you smart."

As lunch rolled around, you met up with him and you copied down his notes from the day. "I like your glasses by the way." This snapped you out of you concentration.

"I'm sorry?" you asked not quite processing.

"Your glasses," he smiled. "They're cool. I like them."

"Oh," blushing hard core, you smiled. "Thank you!"

"Sorry if this is weird," he started, scratching the back of his neck. "You remind me of someone."

"Yeah? And who might that be?" you put your pen down and smiled. You were in the conversation now. Can't take this for granted.

"Abbey from NCIS," this time he came across as shy.

"Wait, no way! Thank you so much! I've always loved her and Penelope Garcia from Criminal Minds. I think that's where my style comes from. But Oh my God Thank you!" you knew you were rambling but fuck it. "Wait you watch NCIS?"

"Oh yeah, I love that show," Pope chuckled at your enthusiasm. "I always wanted to be like Duckie. I want to be a coroner."

"That's so dope," you smiled. "I want to go into forensics."

"That's not people's usual reaction to that," he stated.

You could stare into his eyes all day, good God, "Hey, we should meet up at the wreck after school. I mean if you want."

"Yeah! My friends and I were already planning on meeting up there later," he started. "You can come with us."

"Ok! I would love that!," this time it was your turn to chuckle. "Maybe after we can have some alone time? Just the two of us?"

"Wait...what?" the quizzical look he had on his face was adorable.

"Here," you said grabbing his arm and writing your number down. "I've been flirting with you for the past half hour for the record." You winked at him and started grabbing your things.

"I-I'll text you," he called after you and JJ looked over at him giving him a thumbs up. You knew he was watching you leave as you walked out of the cafeteria.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Time Skip After Shool~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

As soon as you got home, you got ready to meet up with the pouges and considering this was the first time, and you were hanging out with pope, you had to look decent. Deciding on ripped black skinny jeans and a blue halter top with David Bowie vans high tops, you threw your hair into a half up half down bun and put on some lashes. Your green glasses still adorning your face. Dabbing on some lip gloss, you took one final look at yourself in the mirror before heading out.

Pope's friends were really nice and very chill honestly! Kiara was standoffish at first but quickly warmed up. And you learned Sarah Cameron was nothing like you expected! "So Ms. (Y/n)," JJ exclaimed throwing his arm over your shoulder. "Pope has told us a lot about you." Pope was signaling for him to shut the fuck up but that's not what JJ does.

"Has he now?" you giggled looking over at him.

"I wouldn't say a alot..." Pope was trying to hide his face now.

"Really?" JJ began. "So she isn't the cool, colored hair girl who is the only person who is better in science than you?"

"And she isn't the sweet and talkative girl who reminds you of...what's that show again?" Kiara chimed in laughing and using hand motions.

"Ok, ok, leave him alone," John B very kindly said. "And the show is NCIS."

"That's right!" everyone exclaimed at once embarrassing him and making you laugh and look at him sweetly.

"So exactly how smart are you to be better at Pope in something?" Sarah asked putting a french fry in her mouth.

"Oh, um," you were blushing now from the attention. "I'm just freakishly good at science. He's still smarter than I am." He smiled and shook his head at you. After a couple hours the two of you snuck off, but not without whistles from the others. Walking down to the shoreline, having your feet touch the water as you looked at the shells and things washing up. "Thank you for inviting me to hang out with you and your friends."

"Oh, it's no problem," he stated. "Thanks for writing your number on my arm. JJ was proud." This caused you to chuckle a little bit.

"Earlier you said I wasn't what you expected," you said softly. "You aren't what I expected either."

This time his facial expression was nervous as he snapped his head to look at you, "In a good way or a bad way?"

Smiling widely up at him, "In the best way."

"(Y/n)?"

"Pope?"

"Do I have permission to kiss you?" he asked slightly awkwardly.

"Always," you responded sweetly. As your lips met, it was everything you had dreamed of. His hand came to rest on your face gently as he pulled you in closer causing you to throw your arms around his neck. The nerdy guy kissing the goth girl in the moonlight? How many cliches can you guys check off at once? But none the less, this was the perfect night.

[propertyofwhitney67]

Extra Help

M!Winter x AFAB!Reader

Words: 761

TW: teacher/student, cockwarming

Note: I got really horny and needed this old man so here we are

Inspo post

I’d been teasing him the entire class period. Subtly parting my legs every once in a while, showing off my wet cunt. Even occasionally reaching down and playing with myself when I knew he was watching. I could tell he was getting worked up. I’m surprised he hasn’t pulled me aside like he normally does, forcing me into a chastity belt for the rest of the day.

“Y/n. Meet me after school, we need to talk about your grades.” Not his best excuse, I was the best in class and shouldn’t be worried about my grades.

I smirked and nodded, “Yes sir.” He acknowledged me with a nod and returned to preparing for his next class.

Robin nudged me with his elbow on the way out of class, “What’s that about?” Sometimes he’s too curious for his own good. “You get great grades.”

I chuckled and waved him off, “Probably just a chance for extra credit or something.”

After school I didn’t bother changing out of my school uniform, just quickly walking to Winter’s classroom. I stopped short of the door and politely knocked, “Come in.” 

I entered the classroom, closing the door behind me. “You wanted to see me?” I dropped my bag on a chair and stood in front of his desk. “Did I do something wrong, sir?” I asked, feigning innocence.

Winter sighed, “You’re such a pain sometimes, Y/n.”

“Yet you still can’t get enough.” I joked and walked around his desk, standing beside him. “Do you need any help?” I made a show of bending over and leaning on his desk. 

He put a hand on my bare upper thigh before picking up a pen, “Though I’d have you help me grade some papers, it’ll keep you out of trouble for a while.” He handed me the pen and gestured to the pile of papers, “You’re a smart girl, you should know all the correct answers.”

I pouted, “Really? I thought we could have some fun.”

“Maybe if you do as you’re told.” He told me a matter a factly before pulling me into his lap. “Do you think you can do that, Y/n?”

I huffed but nodded, “Yes sir.”

He wrapped a hand around my waist and readjusted me on his lap, “Good girl.” I hummed happily at his praise and quickly got to grading the papers, wanting to get the boring part over with.

Winter seemed content to let his hands roam my body while I graded the papers. He was quiet for the most part, only grunting when I moved around too much or when he corrected a mistake I missed. I felt him harden under me, “Sir?” I asked coyly, shifting in his lap.

He cleared his throat, “Stand up.”

I smirked, dropping the pen and standing as instructed. I didn’t bother turning around as I heard him undo his pants, knowing what was going to happen. He lifted my skirt and slowly guided me back down onto his lap. I gasped, feeling his cock against my slit, “Winter…”

“Shh…” Winter shushed me, not wanting to draw the attention of anyone who was passing by the classroom. He doesn’t want to be caught fraternizing with one of his students.

I moaned lowly while he groaned as he slipped his cock in, “Fuck...” 

Winter rubbed circles on my hip, “Watch your language, it’s not becoming of a young lady.” I knew he was only half joking but I didn’t have a comeback, I couldn’t think straight with him inside me. “Keep grading.” He instructed while handing me the pen. I whined but took it and went back to grading.

It’s always nice sitting in his lap and cockwarming him. I can relax when I’m with him, “What’s on your mind?”

“I wish we could spend more time together…” I explained my thoughts while fidgeting with the pen.

He softly kissed my shoulder, “I know.” Winter’s busy and we don’t get to spend much intimate time together. He took the pen from my hand and put it in its proper place on the desk, “I think you’ve done enough.”

A pit formed in my chest, fearing I said something wrong. I took a deep breath and stood up, fixing my skirt and stepping away, “No.” I turned back, surprised. “I still have some extra time to spend with you.” 

I smiled happily and hopped up on his desk, spreading my legs and giving him a perfect view of my cunt. “How much time?”

He chuckled and shook his head, “You’re a handful.”

𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

[springlock-suits]

Um. *twirls my hair* For this day I wanted to draw Funtime Foxy and or Ballora as real/showbiz inspired animatronics but then I realized I didn't. Want to. And might not have the time to depending on how the inspiration hits and if I'm going to add Baby to be a proper ladies night. So. I wrote a fic one-shot 👉👈

Bear in mind, I am an artist first. And failed English class on multiple occasions. So have fun with this I guess

Fnaf-tober | Day 4: Ladies Night

Fnaf-tober by miiilowo

Content: Willry if you squint, mostly in the form of Henry's thoughts. Gender.

This is about 1000 words, so one of my more lengthy fics, if not the new record holder

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Henry reread the design notes in front of him again. He scratched his beard a bit in concentration. The ginger man was currently looking over William's work on some circus themed animatronics, they were only concepts right now, silly little doodles made by a man who happened to enjoy the aesthetic clowns and the like. However... he couldn't help but notice a small, inconcensistent detail. Had William made a mistake? Maybe he should call him to make sure he's reading this right.

No... he can't do that.

Henry sighed and took a sip of the tea on his desk, perfectly sweet, though unfortunately has long since become room temperature. Henry huffed a laugh as he took another sip, William always called Henry's tea "hummingbird nectar". Always scrunching his nose in that cute way of his when he saw Henry drinking a cup of a sugary concoction. Henry shook his head, focus, what was he doing again? He looked back down, right, William's notes. Calling him. Can't do that. Henry sighed again, William had taken a break from work this week to take care of his kids while Bella was away on a camping trip with her girl friends. William would be back for work this Friday, and correcting a detail on some concept work truly wasn't that important. Especially since the "funtimes" won't see the light of days for years, if ever.

Henry nibbled on his pen, and looked up at the time. 1pm. Would William be busy? Michael was at school, but little Evan and Elizabeth were home. Maybe they were taking an after lunch nap at this very moment and William was just as bored as he was and wanted to talk about his animatronics some more. Henry rapidly tapped his pen on the desk, thinking. Charlotte was still at school. His little Button had mentioned recently that she wanted to see Uncle Will and her siblings again. He remembered how he tried once to explain to her that William is not her uncle, and even if he was his children wouldn't be considered her siblings, she just puffed up and crossed her arms, stating that she obviously knew that, but she had adopted them, so they're family now. William had laughed and ruffled her hair, saying he couldn't argue with that logic, and Charlie had absolutely beamed at that. Henry smiled at the memory.

He shook his head, getting distracted again, what was he...? Henry jolts up when he remembers. Right, of course, Charlie wanted a play date. He should call William to ask him about it. And if the conversation happens to steer towards other things, well, that'd be convenient, just some light chatter between friends. Henry holds the phone to his ear, having quickly dialed the number.

Ringing...

"Hello?" comes the sweet sound of William's voice. Henry realizes that he's been silent on the phone to the point of becoming uncomfortable. "William! I ah, hope I'm not being a bother right now- I was just uh wondering if you were free at some point this week. And your kids. For a play date. Charlotte wants a playdate." Henry quickly rambles out, embarrassed. William chuckles on the other end of the line, and Henry hears the faint whispering of Elizabeth, excited at the thought of playdate. "You're not bothering me Henry, Evan just went to bed, and Lizzie here is practicing her makeup skills on me. Of course they can have a playdate later, how does after school sound? Or after Charlie finishes with her homework I suppose."

Henry doesn't even take a moment to think, "Yes yes that's perfect, my little Button will be excited to hear the news." Henry paused. "Practicing her makeup skill on you?" William chuckled, and Elizabeth seemingly shoved her face right in front of the phone as she now loudly spoke. "I'm making Daddy pretty! We're having uh,, um,,, a." The toddler struggled to remember a word. "A LADIES NIGHT!!" she shouted triumphantly, proud of herself. William quietly told her not to be so loud, as she might wake Evan or hurt poor Uncle Henry's ears. Henry hummed. "You and William and having a ladies night Lizzie?" Elizabeth nodded, and then gave a quick "Yeah!" when she remembered Henry couldn't see her. "Me and Daddy are having a ladies night, because we're the only ones in the house right now other than Evan and Evan is sleeping." She shushed the phone for emphasis. "And we're both ladies so we're having a ladies night!"

"I see," replied Henry, not seeing. "That reminds me of something actually, could you hand the phone back to your father, dear?" Elizabeth nods and William gently takes the offered phone from her, and watches as she quickly becomes distracted with rummaging in her mother's makeup kit again. William smiles as he puts the phone back up to his ear. "Was there something else you needed Henry?"

Henry quickly shuffles through William's notes again. "Oh yes, um, I was just looking through your notes and wondering about... the funtime fox character? It looks like you switch between using he or she for. uh... the fox.".William hums, "Did I? I suppose I didn't notice." he chuckles. Henry nods, "Right then, so I was just wondering what you meant to use for the character, so I can correct it." William smiles, "There's no need for that Henry, he and she both sound correct to me for the fox. He is above all else a performer after all, I imagine she simply finds it easier to use whatever fits best at the moment, and whatever fits best for the performance." Henry paused for a moment. "Like... your Springbonnie?" William beamed, "Yes yes like Springbonnie! Though not exactly, Springbonnie entirely doesn't care for such things." William paused, "Say I've been thinking of a new funtime character too! A fox like the other one, their name is Lolbit... "

Henry smiled as he listened to William ramble on about his latest idea, he ended the call quite some time later when Charlotte excitedly bounced up to him after getting off the school bus, talking about how she finished her homework while on the bus and proudly displaying her work. She was, as expected, very excited to visit Uncle Will's house when he told her about the playdate.

When they arrived. Henry couldn't help but notice that William had yet to wash off the makeup his daughter had put on him.

[hawkinscommunitypool]

purple gel pens part one — harringrove

soulmate au where every mark on your soulmate's skin appears on your own

( part two here )

the first sign of steve's soulmate came when he was seven. a little drawing of some waves patterned over the inside of his wrist in blue marker appeared at the end of march. it was only one line, curved up to points across his wrist, but still it was from his soulmate, the one person who was destined to love him forever. he'd practically shrieked in delight, immediately hopping up and running to find his dad.

at first, the man had been annoyed that steve had bothered him in his office. but then he'd grinned in amusement when steve thrust his wrist in the air to show off the drawing. "she's talented, son," steve's dad told him, and steve ignored the way his chest didn't quite feel right at that sentiment.

he snatched a pen off of the desk, ignoring his dad's annoyed shouts as he practically slid back into his own bedroom, carpet burn be damned. 'hi' he wrote across his forearm, tongue poking out as he focused on making each letter as perfect as his hand could manage. he sat back on his heels to admire his work, grinning at the way the word stopped just before the edges of the waves his soulmate had made.

steve watched with fascination as a doodle of a smiley face appeared on his forearm just below the greeting he'd written moments prior. there had been a delay, like his soulmate had taken the time to run and tell a parent about the new discovery too.

from then on, steve always carried a pen with him. his arms would be littered in doodles and conversations, discussing favorite foods and how someday his soulmate would take him to the beach because he's never seen it before. while steve used a blue ink pen he'd stolen from his dad, his soulmate used what looked like a glittery gel pen, in purple ink. the colors matched well together, creating an ocean-like pattern of art across his arms and legs.

he'd look forward to when days turned to night. steve would rush through his dinner, fly through his homework with little care to what was being written on the pages, all so he could leap into bed and watch his skin for any sign of conversation.

'how were basketball tryouts?' the purple words curled onto steve's calf, the two of them running out of room on their arms. he knew it would be washed away when the two of them inevitably showered, but for now he could look back on prior conversations and smile.

'i made the team for sure' steve wrote back. 'would you ever come to one of my games?'

a pause, a longer one than normal. he wondered if he scared off his soulmate, wherever they may be. he imagined them curled up in bed too, eyes on their legs as they fought to come up with the right answer.

'i'll be your best cheerleader.' came the response, allowing steve to breathe again. soon after, though, came a question written just underneath the promise. 'are you pretty?'

there it was. it seemed an odd question, a strange wording to ask someone like him. though, steve eventually realized, his soulmate only knew what he ever told them, and they hadn't so much as exchanged names. it had been his soulmate's idea, wanting to keep it a secret so they can find each other naturally. it'll be more fun that way, they'd written.

pretty was how people described his mom. no one ever called his dad pretty, steve realized. so did his soulmate think he was a girl? should he correct them?

steve sat there with his pen against his leg, trying to form the right words. he didn't want to lie to his soulmate, he finally decided.

'i'm a boy' he wrote out, chewing on the pen tip as he waited for an answer.

it was much quicker this time, coming in neat scrawl, 'i bet you're a pretty boy then.'

steve's chest filled with warmth at the thought that his soulmate thought he was pretty. 'you've never seen me, how do you know?' he wrote back, grinning so wide and for so long that it hurt.

an answer never came though. steve stayed awake hours after the lights had gone out in the house, waiting for any kind of remark from his soulmate. none came though, nor did it come the next day or even the next week.

in fact, he wouldn't hear from his soulmate again for another eight years. the only proof he had that his soulmate was still alive was the bruises that blossomed across his chest and the burn in a perfect line across steve's words: 'i'm a boy.'

even at seven, steve knew what that meant.

[takecareluv]

buttercup || vinnie hacker x reader

it was a usual day in l.a for y/n. the sun was shining, the birds chirping, and she was on her way to pick up coffee from her favorite local cafe.

upon entering the quaint coffee shop, the girl noticed a new pottery place had opened a couple doors down. growing up, y/n loved going to a similar shop back home. although she wasn’t the most amazing artist, she remembered all the fun times she had painting funky mugs, quirky statues, and all sorts of other stuff.

with that being said, y/n made a mental note to look the place up later, thinking it was the perfect activity for her and vinnie to do one day. it would allow them to step away from the stress of their overly hectic lives in a place where most likely no one would know who they are. and better yet, a reason for the pair to not look at their phones for a couple hours. they could relax and enjoy a calm, quiet moment by simply painting a plate or two.

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arriving home shortly after, y/n walked into her and vinnie’s shared bedroom and handed her boyfriend his iced coffee with a smile on her face, excited to tell him what she saw during her early morning coffee run.

vinnie, knowing his girlfriend very well, knew that look and was quick to realize she had something cooking up in that pretty little mind of hers, something he knew would require him to leave the comfort of his beloved room. “where are we going now?” he asked sarcastically.

“you know me too well,” she giggled, plopping herself into his lap. “a pottery shop just opened near the cafe. i thought it could be fun for us to go to! we can paint whatever you want too, but only if you want to.” she rambled, trying to convince him.

however, the girl had to do little convincing. vinnie was down to take his girl wherever would make her happy. he didn’t care what they were doing, as long as she was with him, vinnie was content. y/n could say she wanted to go get princess makeovers and the lovestruck boy would promptly put on his shoes, grab his keys, and drive where she directed him to do just that.

“of course, baby. when did you want to go?” he replied, kissing her cheek.

“oh um whenever you want to. i know how busy you are and i don’t know how much time it’ll take,” she babbled. even after all this time together, the young girl still got nervous around him.

“you know i’ll always make time for you. gotta keep my sweet girl happy,” vinnie said, leaving y/n to blush and hide her face further into the boy’s neck.

they stayed like that for a few minutes, warm in each other’s embrace, until vinnie quietly suggested they start getting ready.

y/n only nodded in response before the larger boy stood up with the girl still in his arms, bringing them both to the bathroom to prepare a shower for the two.

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later that afternoon, y/n sat in the passenger seat of vinnie’s r32 as he drove to their impromptu date.

once parked, the couple walked hand-in-hand to the adorable shop little ways down the road until they reached the entrance. vinnie of course being the gentleman he is, opened the door for his girl before stepping in himself.

“hi, we have an appointment for 2:00.”

checking the computer at the front desk, the older woman nodded her head after a minute. “ah yes, there it is. you’ll have to excuse me, i’m new to all this technology. back in my day it was all pen and paper. anyway… under the last name hacker, correct?”

“yep that’s us,” y/n replied with a smile.

“alright well you can get look around, find what you want to paint and if you feel confident enough to grab it with breaking anything you can, otherwise i’ll come get it for you. and you can sit wherever. enjoy!”

after responding with appreciation for the worker’s help, vinnie and y/n roamed around the fairly small studio eyeing up all the different ceramics that were available to choose from.

following a few minutes of searching for the perfect thing to paint, y/n came across a giant frog sitting by it’s lonesome just waiting to be painted and brought home.

slightly gasping, she pointed it out to the boy standing next to her. “look how cute it is. we have to do this one!”

“sure, baby. why don’t you go pick what colors you want to use while i bring this back to the table.”

y/n nodded, hurrying over to the counter of perfectly displayed paints, choosing which colors she thought would look best on her big ole froggy, and squeezing them onto the little plastic palette provided to them.

carefully holding the paint palette along with a few brushes, she joined vinnie at the private table he chose in the back corner of the studio. they began painting the frog bright green, having to make quite a few trips to get more paint due to its large size.

the couple sat there peacefully painting while enjoying each other’s company and occasionally joking around.

the older woman who owned the pottery shop admired the couple from a far, thinking back to the days when her and her late husband first met, young and in love as they went on all sorts of adventures. and with her being a painter and him a ceramic artist, one of their favorite things to do was exactly what y/n and vinnie were doing right in front of her; her heart warmed at the sight of them, silently wishing them a long life full of happiness together.

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almost three hours later, although it didn’t feel nearly that long, the pair finally finished their masterpiece. stepping back to admire their work, vinnie asked the shorter girl what they should name their new child.

“buttercup!” she said excitedly, reminded of the similarly named frog stuffie she has a kid.

“buttercup it is.” vinnie replied with a smile, placing a kiss to the top of her head, always feeling so happy after spending time with his favorite girl.

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a.n. this was inspired by the young couple i saw painting a giant frog together while i was at color me mine with my mom. i just thought it was so sweet i had to turn it into a fic! and yes, i do have a frog stuffed animal named buttercup so i thought it was fitting hehe :)

[whiskeyswriting]

A New Commanding Officer

Once done with breakfast, Alana stood in front of her mirror and inspected her outfit. Cindy and Mike just smile at her from the door. “Are you ready, love?”

Alana turns and salutes them. “Yes ma’am.”

Viper chuckles and corrects her form. “Nice job officer.” He picks her up and carries her to the car. “So you’re going to be helping Lieutenant Commander Simpson.”

“Uncle Beau!” Alana cheers. “Papaw? Can I tell the students they don’t know how to fly?”

Viper cracks up. “Princess these are the best aviators in the Navy.”

Alana makes a face but says nothing in response. “If you says so.”

Soon they arrived and Viper led tiny Alana to Beau’s office. “Remember princess: behave. You’re 4. Not a Navy Commander.”

“One day I will be,” she says knocking on Beau’s office door and walking in. 

"There's my assistant for the day," Beau says picking her up and hugging her.

“I got my pen ready and I have my snacks too!”

Beau chuckles and sets Alana down and walks hand in hand with her to his first class. The students immediately stand and salute him. “At ease,” Alana tells them.

From the back of the classroom, Robyn sees them and raises a brow at Beau. Oh today was going to be fun she just knew it. She knew he loved Alana like if she was his own. She also knew Alana was a sassy tiny thing, which she got from Viper and her mother.

The class proceeded as normal. Alana made her version of a seating chart and would give students a happy or sad face of how well they were listening to Beau and Jester.

“Go get ready for a hop you all have,” Beau says dismissing the students.

Beau heads to the communications room with Alana. The girl gasps when she sees Robyn saved her a seat. “Auntie Venom!”

“Hi love,” Beau says coming to peck his wife quickly. “She was excited to see you.”

What the students didn’t expect was that they would be served humble pie.

“He bwoke the hard deck. No points.”

“Idiot. Too close!”

“He almost crashed papaw! Stoopid jerk.”

“Why do they think they are best?”

After the hop, the students come back to the classroom. Once the students are seated, Beau stands at the front of their class, and Alana takes her chance to stand on his desk. “You all suck. Tewwible pilots and wingmen. Only good was Robert and Taylor.”

Alana continues before Beau can reach her. Looking down at her scribbles and her seating chart she points to every student and tells them what they did wrong. Beau has no time to react before the students are shouting that a four-year-old knows nothing.

Boomer: “Who the hell does she think she is?”

Alpha: “She probably still wets the bed! Who the fuck said she could even be here?”

Dublin: “She kinda does have a point. We all can improve one way or another.” 

Salem: “You can’t even read the alphabets.”

Costa: “Kid probably still has training wheels on her bike and is telling us how to fly a fighter jet…”

Facing the students, Alana stands with her hands fisted at her tiny hips. “Change number AFC 029 is used to install MLG dual chamber shock absorber. ATARS stands for advanced tactical air reconnaissance system.” Alana proceeds to give the students the exact aircraft dimensions and gross weight for a F/A-18A/C Hornet. “You fly like you have training wheels on your landing gear. And it’s alphaBET, not alphaBETS Salem… Maybe your brain is wrong because your ancestors burned witches.”

Venom is trying so hard to keep a straight face and goes to carry her back to her shared office with Whiskey and Dragon.

Viper sighs in defeat as the two Admirals, who were in the class, chuckle. “So Viper, how's it going raising a kid again?” Pharaoh asks him. 

“Actually, can we hire her?” Edison adds

Beau recovers and manages to calm the students down. “That’s enough!”

Meanwhile, Venom is recounting every word of what Alana said to Dragon and Whiskey. All three women crack up when Alana looks up at them innocently and says, with a yawn, “They haf to prove they best of the best.” 

Alana cuddles into Whiskey’s lap and closes her eyes for a nap. “Awww!”

“You’re not keeping her Whiskey,” Dragon tells her friend before she can finish her sentence.

After a couple of hours, Viper comes to pick up Alana. The young girl is still asleep on Whiskey. She whines when Viper tries to wake her. “Cinco minutes more,” she sleepily mumbles.

Viper chuckles and has Whiskey carry Alana to the car. “Thank you, Jade.”

“Mike, you know it’s always a pleasure to spend time with this tiny commander. Soon she’ll be our boss.”

Viper chuckles. “Oh, she’ll be a handful alright.”

“Means she’ll be strong and levelheaded. Our little aviator.”

When Mike arrives home with Alana, she's awake now and chatting excitedly about how much she had teaching with Beau. Her ire at the students flying was lessening. Mike decided not to reprimand her for calling the students stupid. Sometimes they needed to hear it.

He smiled after her as she walked inside the house and she was telling Cindy about her day. "Oh, baby. She'll be a commander alright."

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The Usual Suspects: @bayisdying @gracespicybradshaw @dragon-kazansky @askmarinaandothers @chipperxbaby @callmemana @starlit-epiphany @ladylanera @callsignthirsty @callsignscupcake

[colorguardsweetheartblurrsgirl]

🎉🎊🎁 As a gift Here's some Character Doodle Sketch Art!!!🎁🎉🎊

I haven't outlined it with pen, so it wont be as clear. But heres some sketch concept art I made last week.

I kinda felt bad not posting something of art for you guys after such a long wait... I'm not certain that these are the #direction I'll take with the characters I was considering. It's more concept sketch

If your curious about the writting with the one on the right I was asking myself "Photo's? Instead of Ahhsie? ...or ??? (???=Meaning "someone/Who?)"

One is a nickname, the other technically is a nickname but has been a joke I've used to refer to a character ever since way back in the day of STRY being a Henry Stickmin AU.

No "Ahhsie" isn't a reference to calling someone a Aussie. Although. I've considered it. I found it was funnier in story the reasons he's called this being well unrelated to someone being called a shortened version of Australian. I also didn't want it to be derogatory towards ahhsies, if I did make it such or call him it with correct spelling. I've put alot of thought into thsi nickname with concern on this matter.

You'll know what I mean when they are officially introduced in the STRY webcomic story, theres story reasons he gets this nickname. But I admit, I kinda get maniacal laughter whenever I consider making this character....😅😅😅😏😏😏 for.... no particular reasons...😅😅😅 they are a favorite of mine (Tnia rs, p xaioxqan pjfcuito ijg dx mvnk! Uhqawshn! EBQS UAJYH! RVOT SJUVZ! MNHGPHQAWSHNHGI!!!)... just... 😈 make me so giddy I can't help laughing heavily when thinking of them... it's normal I swear...!😅

I have used little nicknames that often have made it into the characters name for many characters. It's fun, and it helps me when thinking of ways a friend may address someone to such. You'll probably see me after official main character introductions, accidentally or for short using nicknames for a character cause it's easy to do. But I'll try my best to refrain so I don't confuse you guys.

I'm not sure I'm using either of these for the characters I was thinking of. I was playing around with an idea that came to me. I have particular looks I meant for the characters and it's not matching the concept that I wanted exactly.... Its similar just not quiet hitting the notes I'm aiming for. I did have certain concepts here that I think I'm exaggerating more. But this did give me things I liked that may make it into one or both. Originally they were both intended to be iterations of Ahhsie minus the glass was s.... and was Photo's for at least one fo them. I like the glasses for Photos but I cabt be certain. I kinda may play with a few more looks for him. I've got a phew ideas headed in kinda different directions for both. Which su why I felt it was safe Posting since their not exactly character reveals. I may use the faces for background characters on occassion.

Also😅 if you cant tell, this paper I doodled on is like super old. Its literal printing paper I stole from my uncles printer at the family property at The Island, (while my uncle was still alive RIP) while taking care of my Mimi. It sat with a few sketches in it the last few years. Recently I've taken to fully doodling every empty space of it. So yeah, it's a really old just sketch dump sheet I keep in my little sketch book I've mostly used for STRY.

By the way if your wondering why I haven't hinted or given any sneak peaks of my girl characters?

Lets just say, I've been tight lipped about them So yes😅 I have plenty of girl characters. Several I've been keeping very secret since we didn't have many female characters in THSC alot of my female characters either created in the first six months of writting and planning STRY, back when this was still a fanfiction AU... or after that fact... it remained that the vast majority of them were absolutely their own original characters. Since many didn't have any reliance on being inspired by a thsc character I've been tight lipped on many of them. But I really like the designs I have for them. Especially a certain 🦋.🤫🤭😊 Been holding onto her final design since November. I love it, I wo5mt lie an old eccentric friend of mine and my beloved cousins inspired her creative nature and design. She's one I've been itching to show you guys for a while. Can't wait till I do.

[shallyne]

Change isn't bad

Little fic because it got a bit angsty yesterday. Thats my official apology, especially to @terrasenshighlady <3

TW: none

Feysand fluff. Have fun.

It was a quiet evening. A rare one, Feyre supposed. Since she got pregnant things felt a thousand times busier. Between taking care of Nyx, High Lady duties, managing the painting studio and finding time to relax with her family things just got so busy and exhausting. She was glad that she wasn't as tired as she was when she was pregnant with Nyx because she couldn't manage to do anything if she had to take naps.

Rhys tried to convince her to give up some tasks. Her family tried to convince her, offering to help her but Feyre had refused. She didn't need their help. Who was she if she couldn't be a Mother and High Lady?

The Inner Circle assured her that she did enough, if not even too much. That she should relax and enjoy the time with her family, keeping the stress as low as possible. Feyre had always refused. She stayed stubborn. Until today. Today she came home later than usual, again. She was sneaking up to Nyx room, listening if she could hear anything. As much as she wanted a routine for him, especially bedtime, she hoped that he was still awake. So she could hug him and tell him goodnight. He wasn't, he was asleep. Normally Feyre and Rhys put him to bed together. One of them read a book, while the other cuddled him.

Feyre sighed and made her way to Rhys's office. She knew he was there because he wasn't in the bedroom, which meant he'd do some paperwork he couldn't finish that day.

"You're right." Feyre said as greeting when she opened the door.

"I love to hear it." He said, putting his pen down. "But please be a bit more specific."

Feyre sat down on the couch, groaning. Her back was killing her. "I need to do less." she said. When Rhys sat down beside her she continued. "I was too late to bring Nyx to bed, again." tears were rolling faster than she could've tried to hold them back. "I suck. I am the worst mother. I am like my mother, I am barely there." Feyre sobbed as she rubbed her belly. "I don't want to be my mother."

"Hey. Feyre. Look at me." Rhys said. She did, she turned her head to Rhys. He took her face in his hands wiping the tears away. "Do not say that. You are nothing like your mother and you never will be. Yes, you worked more but you always made sure that Nyx is loved. That he feels loved. You are the first thing he sees in the morning, the first person he cuddles. You devote every free minute to him. Trust me, Feyre. He doesn't feel less loved. Because he isn't less loved." Rhys kissed her forehead. "You are the best mother Nyx could ever wish for." he held his hand over hers on her belly. "That the little one could wish for."

"I want to be more there for them." Feyre said, sniffing.

"You will. You just realized that you want to change something, didn't you?" he asked.

Feyre nodded. "I am scared that things will change when the baby is here."

"Oh, things will definitely change." Rhys said, putting a strand of hair that had escaped Feyres bun behind her ear. "But change doesn't mean bad. Change can be great, you know? And I know for a fact that Nyx is beyond excited to meet his sibling."

Feyre laughed. She knew that. Since the day they told Nyx about the pregnancy he was elated. He was always asking questions about the baby. Questions that Rhys and Feyre sometimes had to think a moment about before they answered, like the day he asked how the baby got into Feyres belly.

Feyre smiled and kissed Rhys's cheek. He pulled her to him, hugging her tightly. "I am beyond excited to meet her, too."

"Him." Feyre corrected. "But me too."

"And I am excited to prove you wrong." he said. Feyre rolled her eyes. Since the day they found out she's pregnant he was so sure that the baby is gonna be a girl. Feyre didn't care the first few weeks, she just wanted it to be healthy. Though the more weeks went by she got the feeling that it's gonna be a boy. He then told her that the baby will be born on the 7th. Feyre just laughed and told him that if he was wrong and the baby comes later it's gonna be a boy.

It wasn't even two months until the due date that Madja had estimated. They'd see soon if Rhys was right.

Feyre began her break the next day. She already had something planned that afternoon. Something that Nyx, Rhys and Feyre would do together.

She just laid down, pulling her shirt up. Rhys helped Nyx climbing on the bed. "Are you ready?" Feyre asked her son as Rhys sat down on the other side of their bed. Nyx nodded.

Feyre wanted to do this a long time ago. Mor had bought a set with paint that could be used to paint Feyres belly. She was excited that they finally could do that today.

She watched Nyx as he painted. Biting his lip in concentration, like she always did while painting, and his wings twitching in excitement.

Feyre smiled at Rhys, who was already watching her. She gave him a paintbrush. "You have to paint something, too."

"Me? I can't destroy his masterpiece. Right, Nyx?" he asked. Nyx was so concentrated that that he didn't even hear Rhys. Feyre giggled.

"He has that from you." Rhys said.

"What?" Feyre asked. "I know what's going on around me when I am painting."

Rhys raised an eyebrow and Feyre grinned. "At least I didn't run into a wall while reading a book."

He laughed. "That was one time. I can tell you a bunch of situations where there was chaos outside that you didn't even realize because you were painting."

Feyre smiled brighter, flipping him off mentally. He just chuckled and started painting.

[khaleesiofalicante]

Hola Dani!!!! I'm so excited!!!!!!! I couldn't sleep waiting for this!!!!

This one will most likely just be me pointing at your awesomeness and key smashing!!!

I'll try my best to make sentences!!

Epilogue: Don't Say Fuck

I can try!

Fun fact: the word for Epilogue in Spanish is epílogo which means I misspelled this word twice last chapter out of dumbness 🤪

Alec sighs and closes his eyes.

Magnus is not here.

Of course not.

Why the fuck not???... aaaand I failed 😒 fuck!

“But sir,” she sighs with gentle exasperation. “You do realize the wedding is today?”

Who's wedding???

But Alec has been governor for more than 15 years now. He has been the governor for four whole terms.

What???? Omg omg omg!!!!!!!

It’s their third date.

Ok ok flashbacks I like it!!!

“I don’t want to live in Albany,” Magnus points out. “I don’t enjoy living there.”

Alec is quiet for a long minute.

“What’s yours?” Magnus asks carefully.

“I don’t want to resign,” Alec says, his voice firm. “I fought tooth and nail to get to this position. I’m not giving it up.”

This conversation 🙌🏼

All this pressure about finding the right successor made Alec think about Shinyun.

Please tell me they have at least become friendly after all this time 😌 The sass should have brought them together

Time to get ready for the big day. 

Who's big day?? Rosewood or Mavid??? 🤔

“Who trains for seven hours?” Magnus demands. “This is child abuse.”

People who want Olympic medals

Alec. Alec. Alec, Magnus thinks. Do you know how proud I am of you?

I'm so very proud of my twin too!!

“Do you remember what I taste like?”

I just want you to know that this has been imprinted on my brain

This fic is Mean Girls level of quotable!!!

This isn’t a success.

This feels like a miracle.

This feels like magic.

😍🥰😍🥰

Alec sighs as he settles into the couch. “I know, baby. I’m just-”

He said it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

They don’t make a big deal out of it.

I am... I'm making the biggest deal!!! ALDÑALS!!!

They haven’t taken things any further.

As in, to the bedroom – or any room, unfortunately.

How is my beloved twin holding back ?? My brother truly has changed wow

“David is cooking?” Alec asks. “Can I come?”

I want to go too!! I'm young people

“Magnus and I are dating again,” Alec says. “Questions?”

🤣🤣🤣 thank God my brother interviene

“Bedroom,” Alec growls lowly.

Finally!!!! Sexy times!!!! Get that dick brother!!! You deserve it!!!!

Alec licks a strip along Magnus’ inner thigh. “I want to remember what you taste like.”

*New kink unlocked*

They don’t take a nap.

Good for them!!

They had gone public a few months before the third election.

Yay!!!

“What about Max?” Magnus asks.

“Fuck,” Alec blinks. “I forgot about him!”

🤣🤣🤣 how??? How???

And with Max – Shinyun had come too.

Of course she did!!!

It wouldn’t be ideal for the groom to have a panic attack just before the ceremony.

Ok ok... it's Rosewood's wedding!!! Me encanta!! Mi bebé precioso se va a casar 🥰

“I already put the other one in.”

Magnus turns around and glares at Alec. “Alexander!”

🤣🤣🤣

“Alexander.”

“Hm?”

“Will you marry me?”

Alec pulls Ben into a tight hug, unable to stop his grin.

Benjamin!!!! He is a Senator now!!! I want him to be president!!!

“BECAUSE HE PROPOSED FIRST!”

YESSSSSSS

“It’s Lightwood-Bane,” Alec corrects. “And I totally regret asking you to be mine.”

They remarried??? ALQLELQKW!!!!!

Magnus didn’t want another wedding.

Magnus just wanted his husband.

I'm so happy!!!!

Shinyun takes the pen from him and smiles softly at Magnus. She bends over to sign and looks at Alec. “What would happen if I didn’t sign?”

“I’ll kill you,” Alec smiles at her.

Look at my wife being there as she should 😭😭😭

“Hey. Hey. Look at me. Eyes on me,” Alec whispers. “50 states. Alphabetical order. Go.”

Mi bebé precioso se va a casar!!! 😭 lo amo demasiado!!!

We’re finding that ring or I’m not getting married today.”

Where the fuck is the ring??? Also rubies 😍😍

“I’ve spoken to Max and Shinyun. They’ve agreed to support your cause through the Edom Anniversary fund this year.”

🙌🏼😌🙌🏼😌

“Just to be clear, if Anjali tries to break out of her room and come see you…should I tackle her?”

“No!” they all yell at the same time.

Oh Benjamin I am love you 🤣🤣🤣

“Alex,” she nods when she sees him.

I chose to believe she is addressing me 😌

Shinyun has a tattoo of a spider web on the right side of her neck.

He doesn’t have a home anymore.

If he does he doesn’t act like it.

Of course he has a home, he has David!!!

Magnus wishes he would just bring himself. And then stay for more than a week.

Maxwell!!! Visit your parents!! Have you forgotten how needy and dramatic these bitches can be??

“Uh,” David blinks. “I fell.”

🤣🤣🤣 no, he didn't

Oh noooo... there's tension!!

Oh noooo there's fighting!!!

Oh noooooo.... Dani stop!!!! My twin 😭 Mavid 😭

“Alex.”

“What?”

“I don’t like it when he is sad,” Shinyun exhales. “Fix it.”

What the hap is fuckening????

He has more tattoos than he did last time Alec saw him shirtless – which was almost two years ago.

I need a spin-off on Max’s tattoos

“I am proud of you.”

Max stops.

😭😭😭😭😭

“I thought you didn’t miss me anymore,” Max says quietly.

“Why would you think that?”

This bitches miscommunicating again is going to be my villain origin story

Ok they're talking...

My twin is wearing Edom!!

“Love makes one do stupid things,” Max says dramatically. “Right, dad?”

Totally right!!!

“I let go of you once. But you found your way back to me,” Alec whispers. “It’s just like that. Okay?”

Oh my god!!! Oh my god!!! Is their daughter!!! Right?? That's her!!! 😭

The doctor comes back a moment later. She smiles. “It’s a girl.”

Alec’s grin becomes better. “I told you so.”

AKDLSLAÑQP!!!! GRACIAS DANIIII...!!! YOU ARE A BENEVOLENT QUEEN!!!

When you said she was lost I thought they wouldn't try again but here she is!!!! I am so happy!!!

¡Gracias! ¡Gracias! ¡GRACIAS! 😘

“She is going to need therapy to put up with you lot anyway,” the surrogate mumbles.

She is not wrong!!

Minerva Jude Lightwood-Bane.

It's perfect!!! I am love her!!!

“Max said if I have something valuable, I shouldn’t give it for free,” she points out.

Max is a fantastic and wise older brother

“Raisin cookies!” Minerva shouts in glee.

Look at that... another freak!! Raisins are just OK they are the gray of fruits

“I thought David was going to propose to Max at the airport when they fly back to Paris,” Minerva frowns.

ALSLQÑQÑÑWLQPQLDJDJ!!!!!!

“Kamu baik-baik saja, bapak?” the girl asks, climbing into bed. “Apakah kamu sakit?"

Is this an episode???

“I couldn’t build a blanket fort,” Magnus sniffles.

🥺🥺🥺 my Magnus!

Does Nemo have seven Olympic medals?" Max asks. 

Holy shit!!! He truly got one for all the people he loves!!

Rafael starts to sob quietly when Anjali walks down the aisle.

Is the most natural and appropriate reaction to Anjali’s presence

He remembers Magnus.

His smile. His laughter. His love.

😭😭😭😭😭

Dani!! Your author's note!! You're so precious!! I AM LOVE YOU 💚

Thank you, for the story, for all the effort you put into it, for all the tears, for all the laughter, for everything I learned with my beloved characters, this story has changed me, I've learned things about myself and for that I can't say THANK YOU enough!!! ❤❤❤❤❤

You are incredibly talented and we are all really lucky for the fact that you chose to share that talented with us!!

ALEX. ALEX. ALEX.

Thank you for supporting TLND. I love you so much.

To everyone talking about the GrowthTM in TLND, the real growth is Alex going from "shinyun is enemy 01" to "shinyun is my wife".

ENEMIES TO LOVERS.

[p-antomime]

guess who's home?

𖦹 minors don’t interact. ┊ wc: 1,7K.

𖦹 content: hard dom!kakucho, unprotected sex, breeding kink, manhandle, choking, degradation, masturbation, stepcest, dark content.

𖦹 pairings: stepdad!hitto kakucho x stepdaughter!f!reader.

ᥫ᭡. request. ┊ taglist! ┊ tokyo rev. masterlist!

"What are you doing?!", you asked opening the door to his office and seeing him not paying you much attention.

Kakucho hadn't been paying attention to you properly for weeks and it was understandable. Deep down, you understood why he was so defensive with you and that was precisely why it was so much fun trying to mess with the order of his life.

"Kakucho!", you called out walking into his office and letting the door slam behind you, yet he remained running his eyes over some sheets of paper that you thought were documents.

It was okay, he was trying to play hard to get, you could push his boundaries a little more.

"Daddy, why aren't you paying attention to your daughter? Is that why you married my mom? To not pay attention to her little girl?", and it was then that Kakucho lifted his eyes slowly.

He wasn't angry, but he was also far from completely calm. His shoulders were tense the same way they were when you scratched his back a few weeks before his marriage to your mother.

"Don't call me that.", his voice sounded firmer than usual, and you knew it was working.

Kakucho Hitto was not a guy who gave in to his own wants without thinking about the consequences. He was resigned, patient, trying to at least do the least worst thing, not exactly the right one. But, you were beyond being the "least worst" for him, and he preferred to believe that you were not trying to sleep with him again, even though you wanted to.

It had been almost two months since you went to Kakucho's old house for the first time without knowing that he was the same guy your mother had been talking about for a long time, and it wasn't her marriage to him that made you want him more, but the fact that you just knew that he tried to limit himself when he was with you.

Kakucho tried. It didn't mean that he always succeeded.

"Why not? You are my daddy", a wicked smile appeared on your lips, "My bad, I meant 'step-dad', sometimes I forget to use the correct words, y’know that, don't you?"

"What d’you want today? I thought you were going out with your friends", he ran the pen with which he had been jotting down little bits of information until then through his fingers.

"You thought so? So, you were paying attention this afternoon when I was in my room talking to Yuzuha on the phone?", you stared at him for long seconds and Kakucho had to concentrate on all the goodwill in his body to not let his eyes slide down your body covered by an almost transparent pink colored nightgown.

"You talk too loud, it's kinda hard not to hear you even from the living room couch, girl", he grumbled turning his swivel chair towards you and you slowly walked towards him batting your eyelashes.

"Mhm, and you like my voice, don't you?", Kakucho swallowed dryly sinking back against the chair and you slowly took your place on his lap leaving your pussy covered by the thin panties over the bulge in his pants, "I was going to go out with my friends today but I preferred to stay home to spend time with my family, y’know how important family ties are to your stepdaughter?", you leaned forward and before your face was too close to his, a hand of his latched onto the base of your neck and stopped you in the middle of your actions.

"Don't fucking play with my patience today, Y/N, I'm serious, whatever shit we had before I married your mother is over, get over it", you gave a sly pout and arched your back before you brought hands to the edge of your nightgown and pulled it up until your covered pussy was exposed, showing a wet spot at the bottom of those panties.

" ‘M not playing with anything!", two of your fingers pressed over your clit and it was impossible for Kakucho not to let his eyes fall on the middle of your thighs, especially since the last time you two had slept together, he had told you that no one was allowed to touch you there, not even yourself, "You can see, right? My panties getting wet, don't you wanna touch me? I can even–"

His hand tightened a little more on your neck and you let out a small, drawn out, teasing moan. Kakucho's patience was reaching its limit, his control was slowly slipping away.

"Little fucking slut.", your stepfather hissed with his head dropped back against his chair, his eyes closed for long seconds, as if not seeing you playing with your pussy over those panties was going to help him organize his own thoughts, "You're going to get me in trouble sometime."

A mocking chuckle escaped your lips and two fingers reached into your underwear to collect some of your liquids and show them in Kakucho's direction.

"I'm all slippery, all sticky, you could slide into me easily if you wanted to now, y’know...", he opened his eyes slowly and again his attention fell between your legs, you pulled those panties aside and lifted hips a little to let him see your exposed dripping pussy, "See? All pretty, ready to be used, my clit's even puffy!”

You forced your ass against the bulge in his pants and Kakucho grunted feeling them get even tighter. You were the most delicious mistake of his life and it was humiliating for him to know and realize more and more that you had him in the palm of your hand and didn't intend to let him go any time soon.

Two of your fingers slid into your pussy and you made scissor-like movements letting him hear the wet noises coming from it.

"Y’know, I haven't fucked any guys since the last time we had sex at your house before the wedding, I guess I can say I'm saving myself for my stepdad again, right?", a giggle escaped your lips and his fingers tightening on your neck again made you moan a little louder, "C'mon, Kaku', touch me..."

You leaned in a little closer not caring about the fact that every time you got too close to his face, those fingers tried to squeeze your neck a little tighter, "Impregnate me, if you were a good stepfather to me, you’d teach me how to be a mom", your digits moved a little faster and Kakucho bit his lower lip listening to the wet noises coming from your, "And speaking of mommy...", your tongue passed over lips and you rolled over onto his lap, "Mommy's not home, but your little girl is for you and–"

Your voice was cut off just as your stepfather violently rose from his chair taking you with him and bent you over the same table on which he had previously been busy checking Bonten's information.

A mischievous smile appeared on your lips as your shirt was pushed up completely and your panties were pushed down to your ankles.

This time, you had won Kakucho Hitto's patience. Next time, you would also most likely do the same thing.

He knew that you didn't need to be prepared, your pussy was literally dripping for him. In his mind, Kakucho was making a slut grow inside you. A slut built to be good just at taking her own stepfather's dick.

"Fuck, this messy pussy of yours, you're such a slut, aren't you? How many times have you got off thinking about me fucking you again, hm? I bet you can't cum anymore without imagining that the fingers fucking you are your stepfather's, can you?", you whimpered feeling him slap you hard on the ass before hearing him unbuckle the belt of his pants.

"You're such a pervy, Kakucho, wanting to fuck your little girl! When you're fucking my mom, d’you think about me?", your head fell back as soon as his dick brushed between your folds and his knee forced your legs further apart.

"I'm always thinking about you, you already know that", Kakucho slammed inside you hard and you swore you felt your head go dizzy for brief seconds and legs wobble and tremble.

Finally. Finally your pussy was getting what it'd wanted for so long: his cock buried in you, letting you feel every vein pulsing and allowing you to be nothing more than just a dumb, pathetic girl who only thinks about serving as a good cocksleeve.

You forced hips against your stepfather's just as he began to build a quick back and forth rhythm. One hand on your hip to keep you still and the other on your head with his fingers pulling your hair to force your face against the table.

If you had been a bad stepdaughter acting like a brat, nothing more fair than for your stepfather to force your face against that table until your jaw started to hurt as a previous punishment. After all, he is the only guy with enough aptitude to teach his little girl good manners.

"What would your mother think if she saw you now, hm? Creaming all over your stepdad's cock, she would be so heartbroken with you and you'd love every second of it, wouldn't you?", Kakucho leaned over your body, whispering everything close to your ear and feeling your pussy clench even tighter around him, "You called me pervy, but you're the one who can't cum without your stepdad's dick deep in your pussy and without thinking of him breeding you, how pathetic you are, pretty."

And him calling you pathetic was the last thing you needed to cum completely on his shaft, your eyes rolling upwards, mouth letting his name escape in gasping moans and nails digging into the table below you.

Seconds later, a little overstimulation began to fall over your body as Kakucho continued to fuck you through that orgasm until his hands pulled your body tighter against his and his cum gushed into your tight pussy. His head dropped back at the sensation of having you milking every last drop of it, truth be told: he missed your pussy more than he could put into words.

As soon as he was slowly out of you, you felt a slap fall against your ass as your nightglown was pulled down and soon after Kakucho was pulling your body back and forth until you were staring at him with eyes heavy with fatigue.

"Keep it all inside, got it? Or I'll have to sneak into your bedroom at night to fill you up again", an amused and mischievous chuckle escaped your lips.

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