#nonbinary fluff

[rs-hawk]

Fluff only for this one. Woman Reader (sex irrelevant)

Your Godly lover had given you immortality after They nearly lost you. They couldn’t bear the idea of losing you. You hated Them for it even all these centuries later. You had to watch your family grow old and die. Your younger siblings. Their children. Their children’s children. Eventually you couldn’t even be around their descendants. It was too hard. All you could do was set up a trust fund each time you found out another had been born. You still had to take care of them somehow. They were all that was left in this world of your family.

You were a whispered legend in the county you lived in. Some thought you were a Spirit of the Forest that was from the pre-Colonization of the area. Some said you were a monster, lurking and read to eat unsuspecting youth who wandered into your trees. Others said you were stolen by a man who killed you. Very few whispered the truth, because those who had eventually were forced away from the area to allow it to be settled.

It wasn’t until some of your youngest sister’s descendants moved back to the area that you allowed yourself to peek at them. You’d find excuses to go to town, to find them. Your sister had been gorgeous. Maybe the most beautiful woman aside from your mother that you’d ever seen. She was tall, with eyes like clay, hair like midnight and skin so smooth you always wanted to be the one to paint it. Her descendant was none of those things aside from beautiful.

Her eyes shun like the midday sky, with hair that curled and twisted in ways you’d never imagined before the settlers came. Her face was round and childlike despite the life line that aged her face. Her skin burned easily in the sun that your sister loved, but there was ink on that skin. A permanent painting of a bird. You couldn’t help but smile. The more you saw her, the more you wanted to get to know her. You were attached. You did get to know her. You two chatted, and her voice sounding like a melody. You loved her. She was almost like her sister had come back to you.

Then she died.

You felt like your heart was torn out of your chest. You screamed, cried, begged your Godly former lover to let you die, but They didn’t. Then, a few days after, you stood at the edge of her funeral, watching her cold body be lowered into the ground. You saw her husband standing there with their child. A beautiful little girl who reminded you so much of her mother.

It wasn’t long until you saw that same beautiful little girl curled up in a ball in the middle of the woods, sobbing. Her father said he wanted to go camping, then left her. You couldn’t let the search party find her. They would give her back to that man who said she ran off, and she was too young to deny it.

As you sat with her head in your lap and she started to fall asleep, having washed the dirt out of her golden hair, your Godly former lover appeared before you.

“This will hurt. It always does.”

You look at Them, your lower lip trembling. “I know, but I had to save her. He would have just done something else if this didn’t work.”

They look down at the little girl, tilting Their head. “Her heart reminds me of hers. Pure. Soft. She will grow up to be kind, just like her.”

“I miss her,” you whisper, voice cracking as you look down at the sleeping child.

Your Godly former lover lays Their hand on your shoulder, squeezing it softly. “I’m sorry for what I did to you. I love you.”

“I know. I wish you didn’t.”

“I know… me too.”

[invincibledc]

۶ৎ 𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐗 𝐍𝐄𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐎!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ۶ৎ

♡！reader is gender neutral, that’s why there is female and male tags so this can be suited for any gender. There is no description of male or female anatomy. Reader is some random child Oliver found in a park and became friends over rocks.

literally being a demon who can’t come out into the sun sucks. Especially when they don’t know what they are. They’ve thrown rocks at before by some teenagers. They’ve gotten use to the pain, but what’s shocking is that one night when they can roam around, some purple boy that looks like their age had pants the same teenagers that threw rocks at them.

Their eyes sparkled seeing this, not even thinking. The pink eyed demon with hair that has flame-orange color at the tips. Humming loudly, the three kids jolted shock to see another kid out here. Oliver relaxed first as waved at them, they just stared at the purple hand before doing an eye closed smile and highfive him.

Oliver giggles, and that’s how you became his friend.

Sure he promised Debbie he wouldn’t sneak out no more… but his friend is out there in the cold! Who can’t even be in the sun. When Oliver seen their skin burned in the sun when he met them in day time. He panicked hearing their pained yelp, pulling them from the sun and into the shadows.

Never again is he letting you in the sun. But hey, he can always get you cloaks and steel his brother’s hoodies! They showed him that they can change their size. Oliver wouldn’t mind picking them up around in just a cloak looking like a blob as he flys around the city to show them things.

mark found out about the demon child when his mother informed him that his little brother snuck out again. Sighing as he flew around, he only hoped his little brother wasn’t causing much trouble.

There, he finally sees his brother.. but with some random kid with dyed hair and … pink eyes? Flying down, he had crossed arms staring at Oliver who looked shocked to see his brother. Oliver steps infront of his new friend.

“Mark!” He exclaimed, trying to keep his friend out of his sight. “What are you doing here?” Mark narrowed his eyes, “I should be asking you that. Oliver, you can’t just keep sneaking out. You���re worrying mom and myself.” He then leans to see the child staring at him. “Who’s that?” His stern demeanor disappeared to see those pink eyes stare at him gently. Oliver stepped aside, letting them walk forward.

“What’s your name kid?” Mark says, looking into their eyes before turning towards Oliver. “They can’t talk.” Oliver says, holding the mute’s hand. “So mute. Got it.. do they have a family?” Oliver shakes his head. “No family, can’t talk, can’t go out in Sun. But they’re cool! Watch this!” Oliver turned to you as mark raised a brow at the “can’t go out in the sun” part.

The child’s body started to shrink, looking like a toddler as Oliver picked them up and showed them off to mark whose jaw was dropped. That’s something… you don’t see unless it’s rae herself. “I..” “Can we keep them?!” Oliver said with excitement, the child gave off an eye closed smile. Their natural adorable face beaming at mark who stayed quiet.

“They’re not a pet Oliver, we can’t just keep a child.” “Not that like! Y/n isn’t a pet, they’re my friend.” Oliver glares at mark who held his hands up. “Okay then, what did you mean.” He places a hand into the purple boy’s shoulder. “Can we adopt them into our family… they can’t stay out in the sun. It… it hurts them!” His eyes held concern. “It could kill them. So, I thought that maybe mom and you can let them stay with us.. maybe forever?”

Mark looked at his half brother, and at the child demon who had puppy eyes that was definitely learnt from Oliver. Sighing and covering his face with one hand, he nodded. “We can try. But do you even know what they are?” Mark questions staring at you. Oliver groaned annoyed, “Does that even matter! Let’s go tell mom about them!” Oliver started to fly off with excitement. Mark could only sigh and follow his brother.

Welp, welcome to the family.

When meeting Debbie, it went kinda crazy with how mark finally persuaded her to let them stay. But Debbie soon felt calm with how you helped around. But when meeting the GDA, Cecil stared at the child weirdly. Pink eyes and natural orange flames tips hair? Sounds like trouble cause no one knows what they are.

Eve didn’t know how to express her feelings about the child. But she couldn’t help but coo at how affectionate they are. Always running to her when meeting the GDA and Guardians. Hugging around her waist, Eve smiled softly. They’re just a child that can’t handle their own problems.

If a ReAnimen were to try and beat onto mark, who the child immediately started being affectionate as well to. They’re getting their head kicked off. Rocking everyone in the room as they covered mark’s body. Imagine being saved by some demon. Crazy.

Mark gives them the reward of headpats, like keeping Oliver in check, helping him with patrols since they can clearly take care of themself.

If something were to ever try to harm Oliver, like you could try to be in disguise with Oliver when he would sneak out to help others.

Oliver and them always going out at night to specifically hang out. He even lets them meet those cool skating kids. He holds their hands when teaching them how to skate. Seeing their eyes sparkle up makes him feel proud to show them human things like this.

But oh boy, if it ever came to the point of where this small child or at least the same height as Oliver, were to smell blood. Then mark can understand why Cecil was suspicious of them. Seeing their body grow to look adultish or mature, body broad, pupils vertical. Mark didn’t expect to hold down a crazy blood thirsty demon. He talked the child he knew was inside them down, making them cry with apologies as their body shrank.

Next time, if the mission could possibly get bloody. He’s not letting them around the mission no more..

Them and Oliver playing footies, oh lord. Either they both are harming each other, or they simply can’t feel it. Mark has to stop that as the table was shaking.

Oliver always holding a small y/n around. Y/n doesn’t care, only for the fact that they like the body heat. Always sleeping. Oliver hates how y/n sleeps a lot, but at least it’s better than eating humans all day.

When they conquered the sun, oh boy Oliver was ecstatic! Immediately bringing them outside and playing tag, green light red light, maybe even catch! Oh boy he’s writing this all down as he kicks his feet happily. Finally, he can play games out but the day with them instead of night.

Don’t let the other marks see them. They never had a demon adopted sibling before, and they’re a man eating demon that can finally come out of the sun? Oh boy, this is a treat.

Oliver and y/n just always watching mark like Ducks. Like they follow mark like baby ducks and it’s so adorable to see baby vigilante/heroes following a known hero such as mark aka invincible.

Either less, Cecil doesn’t know if he can trust some man eating child demon that’s somehow “passive”. He’s seen how them can just grow and want to maul someone. They’re dangerous.

[0o-junebug-o0]

First Meeting

summary: You're having difficulty with some code so you stop by Penelope's house for help, unaware that she has a guest. Spencer takes one look at you and is immediately head over heels.

genre: fluff

cw: meet cute (is it a meet cute?) completely gn!reader (reader is not described at all), no use of y/n, autistic!spencer (because every spencer is autistic!spencer), season 1 spencer, university/college student reader, talk about research and coding, pov switch from reader to spencer

wordcount: 1.5k

a/n: this is an actual error I had this summer when writing my spectra analysis code

You lean back in your chair with a sigh, scowling at the code you’re trying to write. You’re still relatively new to coding, the first time you ever took a class on it was just under two years ago, so this code has taken you significantly more time to write than it would have taken Penelope. But you’ve written it. You read through the code again and rerun it. Everything runs fine, the code should work, but it doesn’t. 

You rub your eyes and groan with frustration. You should be able to get a wavelength solution out of this. The professor you’re doing research with told you what you need to do to get the wavelength solution and then how to use it to find the redshift of the lensed galaxy and the foreground lensing galaxy, but nothing is lining up!

You’ve opened the data, plotted the variation in flux for each line in the image, fit a Gaussian to it to get the brightest point, and converted the pixel value of that point to vacuum wavelength, but none of the wavelengths you’re finding match up with what lines should be present in the spectra for this lamp type!

You briefly consider emailing your professor but decide against it. Even though he told you that asking him things wouldn’t bother him and that it’s his job, you don’t want to take up more of his time than you already have. 

You look around your apartment for anything that might help. Your eyes land on your keychain and the spare key Penelope gave you because she enjoys it when you stop by. You quickly shut your laptop, tucking it under your arm, grab your keys, slip on a pair of shoes, and make your way down the hall to Penelope’s apartment, not bothering to lock the door behind you. 

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Spencer sits awkwardly on one of Garcia’s kitchen stools, tapping his fingers on the Tardis mug she had filled with tea and given him. He’s not exactly sure why Garcia invited him over. She said she wanted to bond, but they’ve known each other for almost two years now, and Spencer considers her a good friend, so he doesn’t really know what bonding entails. So far, Garcia has just been bustling around her kitchen preparing snacks and drinks for their Doctor Who marathon.

The lock clicks and Spencer’s head whips toward the door just in time for it to burst open. Spencer freezes and stares at you in awe and confusion. 

“Penny!” you cry, your voice a mixture of a shout and a whine. 

Garcia calls your name with a surprised look. “What happened? Are you alright?”

“What?” you ask. Then you wave your hand flippantly. “Yeah I’m fine, I just need help with some code.” Your eyes land on Spencer and he can feel his heart rate increase. He really hopes his face isn’t as red as it feels. 

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t know you had someone over,” you say. “I can, um, I can come back later.”

Spencer watches as your posture stiffens slightly and you start to fiddle with your keychain. 

Spencer opens his mouth to reassure you but Garcia beats him to it. “No, no, it’s fine,” she says. “I’ve been wanting you two to meet anyway.” You shoot Spencer a small, awkward smile and wave from across the room when Garcia shares your name. When she introduces him, your eyes widen and you look toward Garcia with an expression Spencer can’t decipher and mouth something to her that makes her laugh loudly. 

Spencer can feel himself flushing at your reaction and takes a sip of his tea to hide his face.

“Anyway!” Garcia says cheerfully. “Do you mind if I help them real quick?”

“Go ahead,” Spencer responds, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. It’s difficult with you there, though, all his thoughts suddenly seem much harder to grasp. Like your presence is forcing them aside. 

Your eyes seem to linger on him for a moment before you head over to the counter and set your laptop down. “Right,” you mutter, opening it and entering the password. Spencer listens intently as you describe to Garcia what your code should be doing and he can’t help but smile at the clear passion in your voice. It sends butterflies to his stomach. 

“What do you study?” Spencer blurts out. 

You close your mouth and cock your head at him for a moment. “I’m, uh, I’m studying astrophysics. Specifically strong gravitational lensing. I’ve already made preliminary models of the system and I’m just working on analyzing the spectra now.”

Spencer nods and leans over to look at your code. 

“Do you want to help Penny find the issue?” you ask. You sound a bit nervous and Spencer looks up and smiles what he hopes is a soothing smile.

“I would if I could. I really don’t know how to code, though.”

“Seriously?” you ask. Spencer cocks his head at the tone of surprise in your voice. “Sorry, it’s just that Penny has told me a lot about you and about how you’re a genius and have three PhDs, which is insanely impressive by the way, so I guess I’m just surprised you don’t know something.”

“There’s a lot I don’t know,” Spencer admits. “Coding and other technological things are some of it. I don’t know too much about astrophysics either.” That’s not exactly true but it isn’t a lie either. He’s read papers on several astrophysical topics but he’s never come across one on strong lensing before. But the truth of the statement is irrelevant, the only reason he said it was to find an excuse to spend more time with you.

You smile and Spencer’s stomach feels like it does a backflip. “I won’t be much help teaching you how to code, Penny would be better for that, but I can tell you about some astro stuff at some point.”

“Alright, lovebirds,” Garcia teases and Spencer’s face burns. “Let’s focus.” You nod, clearly also a bit embarrassed, and turn back to your laptop.

“How about I go line by line and tell you what it should do and you let me know if something doesn’t do what I think it does,” you say. Garcia nods and both she and Spencer follow along as you point to and describe each line of code. You get to a printed image of the data file you’re analyzing before Garcia stops you.

“Can you open the file on your computer?” she asks.

You nod and open the file in a new application and move it so it’s side by side with the image in your code. “Wait,” you mutter, glancing back and forth between the two images. “Is that seriously the issue?” Spencer leans forward to get a closer look, the x-axes of the images are flipped. 

You throw your head back with a groan and change the rotation of the file in your code. “I swear, if this works,” you growl. The clear exasperation in your tone makes Spencer chuckle slightly. 

You rerun the code and compare several of the outputs to a list of wavelengths before groaning again and letting your head fall onto the counter. “I hate Python,” you grumble. “Why does it have to switch the axes!” 

Garcia laughs and pats you on the back. You raise your head off the counter and tap your forehead against her shoulder in a gesture Spencer assumes expresses gratitude. “Thanks, Penny,” you sigh. “You’re the best.”

“Of course I am!”

“Oh, and Spencer,” you say, turning to look at him. “We should get lunch sometime. I can tell you about astrophysics and you can tell me about all the crazy things you know.”

“I-I would love that,” Spencer stutters, unable to speak clearly with you looking into his eyes. He's hardly able to wrap his head around the fact that someone as beautiful as you would want to spend more time with him. Spencer's not sure whether you’re asking him on a date or just to go out as friends, but he doesn’t care either way as long as he gets to spend more time with you.

“Great!” you say happily. You stand and cross the room to quickly grab one of Garcia’s pens before returning. You hold the fluffy pink pen with a smile on your face and hold out your hand for his. “May I?” you ask. 

Spencer’s eyes widen and he nods, setting his hand in yours despite his usual aversion to touch. The contact makes his heart feel like it’s about to burst from his chest. You scrawl your number across the back of his hand before handing Spencer the pen and holding out your hand for him to do the same. He writes his number on your hand and watches in a sort of daze as you gather your computer and keys and wave goodbye before leaving.

Spencer jumps slightly as Garcia ruffles his hair. He looks over at her to see a knowing smile on her face. Spencer blushes and hides his face in his hands. “Shut up,” he grumbles, embarrassed.

“No way,” she laughs. “Derek’s going to have a field day with this. Boy genius has a crush!”

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[deunmiu-dessie]

royalty!reader who's on the run from their tyrannical uncle who is hell-bent on taking the throne for himself. royalty!reader who's the sole surviving royal descendant. royalty!reader who finds themselves without shelter as the unforgiving winter of the north looms closer. royalty!reader who's stranded in a big, dark cavern, struggling to stay warm. royalty!reader who delves deeper into the cave, unknowingly awakening a sinister creature lurking in the shadows. dragon!lover who's large in all aspects. dragon!lover who can't help but tease the royal by threatening to eat them. dragon!lover who sleeps atop mountains of gold. dragon!lover who always runs hot. dragon!lover who blows smoke into your face constantly. dragon!lover whose voice literally rattles your bones. dragon!lover who begrudgingly allows you to stay in the cave. dragon!lover who figures, he'll put your body to good use during the winter as payment. ˙ᵕ˙

"you do not scare me, dragon."

with a quivering exhale, you feel the dragon's firm touch from behind, his warm lips caressing the sensitive skin of your neck. despite the cold draft in the spacious den, caspian burns with the intense, thick, molten fire that swells within his chest.

the aroma of smoke and the biting winter blizzard that howls just a few steps away permeate his scaly skin, a tantalizing combination that sets you aflame, igniting a fiery surge of warmth in the depths of your belly; leaving you intoxicated and dizzy under his searing touch. your nerves tighten like a coiled spring as his lips tantalizingly brush against the tender curve of your ear. "you should be scared."

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[freak-accident419]

‘the patch stays on’

Logan Howlett x Reader

(18+ SMUT PATCH!LOGAN HOWLETT x GN!READER)

Summary: Ever since you saw Logan, your boyfriend, in disguise for his mission in Madripoor, you couldn’t stop thinking about him fucking your brains out. Luckily, when you finally get the chance in your hotel room, you have but one special request for him.

Word Count: 2.1k

Content: 18+ SMUT, MDNI, gender-neutral reader, no pronouns for reader, no specific genitals assigned to reader, no use of Y/n, swearing, oral (r!receiving), unprotected penetration, creampie, missionary, riding

(A/n: me when i come back to write a wolverine oneshot… dedicated to @silverskyeline + @stop-talking, my fellow wolverine enjoyers ❤️ to everyone, I hope you enjoy, patch is one of my most favorite wolverine variants. based on/is a combo of both comics and movies. happy reading!)

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The X-Men were presumed dead by the public. Gone from the face of the earth without a trace. And just for now, the uncanny team of mutants would continue to stay low and hidden, planning to keep it that way.

Naturally, of course, this also included the Wolverine. James Howlett. Logan. Weapon X. Kuzuri. Your lover. Despite having several aliases, in which one of the many would be a hostile sputter of ‘freak’, they would all seem to dissolve by the time he arrived in Madripoor. No, for there was only one name he would go by in this crime-ridden, neon city for the sake of lying low. And it was Patch.

Considering his unique X-Men uniform that incorporated the use of a mask, his full face would be barely recognizable to any of the inhabitants of this foreign island. All he had to do was to wear a classy suit and put on an eyepatch to create a new identity while fitting in with the locals.

In your case, you’d never been on the news or the front cover of a paper, despite your mutant status and affiliation with the X-Men. For quite some time, you worked as a scientist alongside Dr. Hank McCoy at the X-Mansion, while also working as an academics teacher for the mutant students at the school. You were reserved and intelligent, preferring to focus on your studies rather than fight as an X-Man amongst your friends.

Therefore, not being a famous X-Man meant that nobody would recognize you in Madripoor, so you didn’t need a disguise and only needed to wear elegant clothing to blend in. You were still precautioned to lay low and make your presence discreet, however.

Additionally, the trip there was long and even a bit tense, considering Logan’s crumbling fear of flying, which you attempted to soothe. For the most part, you were able to calm his nerves and himself down.

He wasn’t very fond of the idea of you tagging along either, taking into account the ubiquitous danger of the island, but you insisted. You could handle yourself, and even help him scope out the several crime operations he sought to terminate in the first place. That had been the main reason behind this mission anyways.

Not to mention, you’d been crudely compelled to come with Logan on this mission, especially after seeing him put on that ‘disguise’. Watching him step out in an all-white, three-piece suit, paired with a contrasting black bowtie and eyepatch, gave you some sort of awakening. In retrospect, it was almost comical, if you weren’t so severely blinded by your own lust at the time.

Frankly, you could even say that you jumped his adamantium bones the second you got settled into the hotel. With heavy breaths and desperate touches, your lips moved with his passionately in a deep kiss. Your fingers tangled in his brown, now-messy hair as your bodies sunk down into the plush mattress.

“What’s gotten into you, bub?” He nearly chuckles, almost teasingly as you nipped at his neck quickly.

“I just—“ you pant, cutting yourself off with a breathy laugh as you feel the embarrassment of your hastiness kick in. “I don’t know if it’s the suit or the eyepatch—hell, maybe both—but fuck, it’s making me go crazy.” You felt your body heat up the more you thought about it; his dapper, white suit, the smooth cuffs concealing his wrists, the emphasis on his veiny hands.

Shit. You wanted him to take you with all of it on.

Well… Maybe with just the eyepatch on, at least.

“Mm, yeah?” Logan hums lowly as you two continued to make out, resulting in your voices turning hesitant and shaky. “You’re actually turned on by this, baby?” And before you could even reply, he flipped your bodies over so that your back was now pressed against the bed with Logan hovering over you. His eyes looked both sensual and predatory, eager to feel your skin on his, just like the many times he had in the past.

Logan’s hands ran down your clothed body in a firm, yet worshipping manner, soon removing all of your clothing until you were half naked. You hummed softly in pleasure as you felt his slow hands palm your heat through your underwear, his lips nipping teasingly at your thighs. His hot caresses continued for a while, him adding more pressure with his hand until you let out a quiet, impatient whine, hips slightly flexing upwards.

Affectionately, he kissed at the center of your underwear before slipping his fingers under the elastic waistband, pulling them down your bare legs, past your ankles, and off of your body completely, discarding the futile cloth onto the ground. The cold air met with your naked crotch, which would soon be replaced by Logan’s close, hot breaths.

You shivered with arousal, feeling his arms hook under your legs, hands gripping your thighs as you saw his head positioned between them. The sight of him fully clothed in his white suit and eyepatch while you were completely nude in front of him made you feel so lustful and needy.

“Mmm…” Logan hummed simply as his tongue poked out to give kitten licks against your flesh. A quiet gasp left your mouth in awe as the little action caused you to feel so much already. Then, your breath hitched as his tongue worked stronger, taking you into his mouth as he tasted you and your arousal.

You began to moan softly, hearing his lewd, wet kisses and suctions as his hand moved to spread your thighs wider. “Ahh—Logan—!” You cry in pleasure, hand moving down to grip his hair in your hand. Your lover groaned in satisfaction, your addictive taste leaving his thoughts and vision hazy, sending vibrations to your core. To Logan, your moans were some pure form of aphrodisiac, and he only ever wanted to hear more.

He continued for a while, using his mouth expertly on you as he has for years, his single eye now looking up at you through his eyelashes as he pulls away slowly. Logan, the passionate lover he was, wanted to take as much time as you both needed, to extend this moment of bliss and sexual pleasure. Therefore, he couldn’t let you cum yet.

As he smirked from hearing your playful, desperate whine, he sat up on the bed and took off his blazer, working to undo his bowtie. His hand then reached for his eyepatch until you immediately stopped him with your assertion:

“Wait,” you firmly interject, “the patch stays on.”

A wide grin appeared on Logan’s lips with amusement, now averting his attention down to his button up and pants, taking off every single article of clothing and covering. Except for the eyepatch you requested for him to neglect, of course.

“You do know I can’t see shit with this thing on, right?” He exaggerates with a chuckle, almost mocking your decision for him to keep the accessory. You didn’t know what it was that made it so appealing to you. Perhaps it was the sexy mysteriousness to it that made your boyfriend seem even more badass than he was. Either way—

“I don’t fucking care,” you retort, grabbing the back of his neck to pull him down towards yourself, crashing his lips against yours. You could argue absolutely nothing could interfere with how astonishingly he could fuck you.

As Logan hesitantly broke the kiss, he lined up his body with yours, your legs remaining spread out on each side of his body while he made sure you were prepped. His hands were flat on the pillows beside your head, looking down at you with lust. Finally, and slowly, he pushed his cock through your entrance, gradually stretching your inner walls.

“Mmm… Ahh…” You would moan softly, looking up at him with hooded eyes and a flustered expression as he then pushed in completely, hips meeting with yours. He moaned almost simultaneously, feeling your satisfying tightness around him. Logan pecked your lips once, letting you adjust to his size before he started moving in and out.

“Oh—Ah—!” You whimper as his pace grows faster, hearing him grunt as his cock began to thrust fluidly inside of you, letting his firm pelvis grind against your sensitive flesh at the same time. The combined sensations felt extraordinary.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, baby,” he mutters swiftly, rocking his hips at a steady rate against yours, letting his slick length massage and caress your walls. He made sure to move in as deep as he could, desperate to hit every spot that makes you feel good. His hands moved off the pillows to grip your hips tightly, holding you down, “you’re so fuckin’ perfect, sweetheart. Feels amazin’…”

Logan’s arms now hooked under yours, meeting your lips to kiss you passionately as he fucked you sensually. You moaned against his mouth as you felt him become faster, sensing his animalistic instinct to become rougher with you. “Oh! M—Logan!” You whined as his cock continued to ram in and out of your entrance, the contact eliciting wet, lewd sounds of flesh slapping rapidly against flesh.

Feeling your walls begin to pulse and tighten, indicating your closeness, Logan pulled out, making you complain once more.

“Need you to ride me. Can you do that for me, sweetness?” He asks roughly, pressing soft kisses to your neck as if an apology for the abrupt stop. You felt a physical reaction in your body at his lustful words, watching his uncovered eye stare you down with both love and sin. Then you nodded.

The two of you changed positions on the bed, hearing the soft sound of sheets shifting as you climbed onto Logan’s lap. Your hands touched his shoulders, but then moved to cup his face in your palms, stroking his cheeks gently. Pressing a deep kiss to his lips, you moved one hand down to grip his cock, lining it up with your hole. Both of your breaths faltered as you sank down on him, feeling the same sensation as before. The angle change, however, somehow made everything feel so much more pleasant.

“Fuck…” you groan, hands on his shoulders as you began to rock your hips against his. Logan’s hands explored and traveled across your body to feel the warmth of your skin under his palms. His fingers moved with such purpose, akin to playing an elegant harp. You two panted heavily as you started off slow for a while, until you gradually sped up once you practically began bouncing on his thick cock.

“Ah! Ahh! Oh!” You cry, hearing Logan let out small grunts and moans as well, while you fucked yourself on his lap. His hands moved to grip your hips, fingernails digging deep into the your skin to assist your movements. His hands pushed you up and down his dick, letting you feel him stroke your insides.

“Mm—” he grunts as he mutters your name in admiration, thrusting his hips up to increase the sensitivity and speed. “Fuck!” Logan groans, looking up at you with arousal as you kept moving.

You felt your body begin to squirm and tense up, knowing that you were getting closer and closer to your well-anticipated climax. Based on Logan’s panting, grunts, and stuttered hip movements, you could tell he was close as well.

“Mmm—Mm—I—I’m gonna cum,” you whine, holding him close to your body with your arms as your hips kept moving to pursue the final, euphoric sensation.

“Ngh—Me too. Me too, baby. C’mon… Cum for me,” he gently orders under his breath before you felt your muscles clench, walls tightening as you reached your powerful orgasm.

“Mmm—Ahh!” You whine in deep pleasure, feeling the knot in your stomach untangle with euphoria. Your fingernails dug deep into his back, nearly scratching down his skin as your entire body quivered. Logan releases immediately right after, groaning your name as he cums deep inside of you, letting his warm, white seed shoot through and paint your fleshy walls. Your hips moved slowly onto his cock as you two rode out your sensitive, shared orgasm.

You both panted softly and you whined gently as you moved up, feeling Logan’s cock slowly slide out of you, now sitting on his lap normally. You could feel his cum begin to drip out of you already. Your hands caressed his face before you lift his eyepatch up against his forehead, finally seeing both of his loving, intimate eyes. Your lips moved against his in a gentle, passionate kiss that marked the end of your lovemaking.

You were usually clingy at the end of sex, as you would frequently hold onto him like a koala. So there you were, with your arms embracing him tightly, as if he would disappear the very second you let go. Logan stroked your skin affectionately, basking in the afterglow of the beautiful moment.

“So, don’t get me wrong,” you mumble, still merely exhausted, “I love your eyes, but… the eyepatch is just… so fuckin’ sexy. Especially with the white suit, just—everything…”

Logan chuckled humorously at your confession, pressing several gentle kisses on your shoulder.

“Mm? Well, get used to it, bub. We’re gonna be here for a while,” he smirks as he positioned the two of you to lay down beside each other on the bed.

“Oh, I know I will,” you giggle softly, burying your face in his sweat-stained neck.

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Jinx x reader

So jinx is out doing whatever she’s doing and so reader is chilling with Vi (yes I’m delusional their all a happy family season 2 doesn’t even exist!) but reader and vi are listening to like Justin Bieber or whatever white girl song (they’ve both told jinx that they don’t listen to that type of music) so bout time jinx gets back vi and reader are full on jamming to Justin and as soon as reader saw jinx they sat down and put all the blame on vi legit saying “dang vi i didn’t know you liked this type of music.” With the smug grin on their face and vi just looks at reader dumbfounded as the reader causally didn’t just throw her under the bus.

Unbelievable

|| Jinx x nonbinary!reader

|| Warnings; fluffy, reader blames the music on Vi, Vi and reader jamming to Justin Bieber, brief swearing, short drabble

|| Summary; when Jinx leaves, Vi and reader put on their favourite guilty pleasures.

Requests closed!

Started; November 28th

Finished; November 28th

~~~

"Okay, she's gone." You returned to Vi, after having given your girlfriend a kiss goodbye. Jinx went off doing lord knows what, leaving you with her sister Vi for company. Which you were fine with. You and Vi got along pretty well, anyway. Vi grins when she heard you and immediately puts the music on. Justin Bieber playing through the speaker.

You and Vi were secret Justin fans. Secret because... how could you let anyone know? It would ruin your cool facades. Plus, you both already told Jinx that you hated that type of music. Not that Jinx really cared, she just kind of shrugged and went "okay? weirdos" when you kept saying you didn't like it. You and Vi were really overselling your points, so Jinx was a little sceptical but didn't question it.

It's been about an hour now, you and Vi were fully jamming along to Baby by Justin Bieber. Head banging, dancing and even singing. Just having a grand old time in your secret dance party. The door opened right as you and Vi had started the song, both singing the lyrics; "I know you love me! I know you care~" grinning like a couple of idiots. Until you caught onto the door being opened and immediately sat yourself down on the couch, looking flustered.

"Y/N, come on! It's the good- oh," Vi stopped when she noticed what you did. Seeing Jinx watching them with an amused expression.

"Don't like this music, huh?" She folded her arms, blowing her hair a bit from her face while she grinned. Jinx was enjoying this.

"It was all Vi. Dang, Vi I didn't know you like this type of music," you looked at with a smug smirk. Vi, meanwhile, looked at you completely dumbfounded and speechless. You did not just throw her under the bus. No, you didn't throw her. You tossed her.

Jinx laughed and skipped over to you, plopping herself down in your lap as the music continued to play. Her arms wrapped around you and she snugged right up, your arms easily finding their way around her waist. "Vi, I thought you liked rock music?" She asked her sister with a teasing look in her eyes.

Vi huffed and rolled her eyes, sticking the middle finger at you," fuck you." Though there was no real hate behind her words.

"Hey, don't be mean to them," Jinx pouted at Vi, clinging to you tighter, almost protectively so. Your grin became more smug at that and held her closer.

"Yeah, don't be mean," you repeated. Innocent act in full swing now.

"Unbelievable." Vi muttered, shutting the music off. She couldn't believe you just did that. And Jinx was taking your side? Vi knew Jinx had seen you dancing too. She really did just take any opportunity to mess with her, huh?

[funkyposs]

pathetic bi guy and his nonbinary fursuit💔

[thesecondhandwoman]

I’ve got another one for you. Can you do Ambessa x NB Reader, where the reader is on their period and is dysphoric. Could you also have Ambessa use her hands as, like a heating pad?

Drink some water and take some time for yourself

-🧚‍♂️

THROUGH THE ACHE

Ambessa x nb!reader

Synopsis: It was that time of the month, and something that you hated the most, desperately wanting to forget that this single part of you clung more than any other, and it was difficult to remove. But even with that, the ache was always numbed by her, Ambessa’s, warmth.

Request: Anon 🤍

The streets of Noxus were colder than usual tonight. A harsh wind swept through the city, carrying the scent of rain and the rumble of distant thunder. Despite the looming storm, the streets remained busy as ever, filled with the clatter of boots against cobblestone and the low hum of conversation in the shadows. Yet, inside the grand hall of Ambessa’s estate, all was still and calm.

You sat on a velvet chaise, draped in a loose robe, with your arms crossed tightly over your stomach. The dull ache that had been with you all day had worsened, now gnawing at you like an unwelcome guest. It wasn’t just the physical pain of your period, though that was certainly bad enough—it was the overwhelming sense of dysphoria that seemed to surge with every passing hour.

Your body, which felt alien to you on the best of days, seemed to betray you even more now. The soft swell of your hips, the warmth that clung to your skin, all of it felt wrong. You weren’t sure why, not tonight, but it made every inch of your body feel like an unbearable weight.

You had tried to distract yourself with work, but it was difficult to focus. The constant twinge of discomfort was too much. You needed to retreat, to hide away, to not be seen—at least until the storm inside you had passed.

Just as you buried your face in your hands, a voice broke through the silence of the room.

“Little one?” Ambessa’s voice was soft, but laced with concern. “You’ve been hiding away in here for hours. Is something wrong?”

You didn’t lift your head to face her, not trusting yourself to keep your composure. The last thing you wanted was to make her worry about you.

“Nothing’s wrong,” you muttered, but even to your ears, the lie was thin. You could hear the soft rustling of her clothing as she approached, the swish of her long gown barely audible over the sound of her boots.

“You’re not fooling me,” she said, her tone warm and understanding. Ambessa was no stranger to observing people, she could read them like an open book. She knelt beside you, her powerful hands gently taking your own, urging you to look up.

Reluctantly, you did.

Her eyes, always sharp and calculating, softened when they met yours. “Talk to me,” she murmured, brushing a strand of hair from your face with the gentlest touch. “What’s going on?”

A quiet sob escaped you, one that you hadn’t been expecting. The tears weren’t just from the physical pain, though that was enough to drive you to the edge. It was everything—the weight of it all—the days when your body felt like a stranger, the times when your dysphoria crept up like a shadow, and you could never quite shake it off.

“I hate it,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “I hate how I feel. I just want to disappear. Everything feels wrong. It’s not just the pain. It’s…” You trailed off, unsure how to put it into words. You had tried to explain it to others in the past, but no one had truly understood. No one had known what it felt like to have your body betray you so completely, to be trapped in a form you didn’t recognize, didn’t want.

Ambessa didn’t speak for a moment, her expression unreadable, but the warmth of her hands on yours never wavered. Then, as if deciding something, she gently pulled you into her embrace, guiding your head to rest against her chest. The scent of her—leather, herbs, and something sweet—wrapped around you, grounding you.

“I know it’s hard, little one,” she murmured, her voice low and soothing. “I can’t claim to understand what it’s like for you, but I can see the weight you carry. And I, I don’t want you to carry it alone.”

You didn’t say anything, your face pressed into the softness of her clothing, the rhythmic sound of her heartbeat filling your ears. For a long moment, you simply existed there, comforted by her presence.

Then, her hands—those hands that had so often been the instruments of power—shifted. They settled gently over your stomach, warm and firm, a subtle pressure that you hadn’t known you needed until that very moment.

“What…?” you whispered, confused.

“Let me,” she replied softly, her voice thick with care. Her hands stayed there, covering your abdomen in a way that was almost tender, but strong. “It’s not much, but I’ll keep you warm. I’ll help.”

At first, you weren’t sure how it was helping. The ache didn’t disappear, of course; that would be far too easy. But there was something soothing about the heat of her palms against your skin, something calming in the simple gesture. Ambessa wasn’t rushing to fix you—she was simply being with you, offering comfort in a way that didn’t demand anything of you. It was an act of care, pure and without expectation.

The longer her hands stayed there, the more the tension in your body seemed to fade. The sharp ache didn’t feel quite as unbearable. The feeling of being trapped in your own skin began to ease, as though the warmth of her touch was reminding you that you were still whole.

“You don’t have to apologize,” Ambessa continued, her voice steady. “You’re allowed to have days like this. You’re allowed to feel however you feel, even if you don’t have the words for it. No one can tell you how to feel, especially not me.”

Her words sank deep into your chest, bringing with them a sense of relief you hadn’t known you needed. You realized that you had been carrying this burden not just in your body, but in your heart too—this constant fear of being a burden to others, of not being understood, of being less than because of how you felt. But Ambessa didn’t see you as less. She saw you as someone worth caring for

You inhaled deeply, the scent of her and the heat of her touch grounding you. “I don’t want to feel this way anymore,” you confessed, your voice small but steady. “I don’t want to feel broken.”

“You’re not broken,” she said, her voice firm but kind. “You’re human. And you deserve love, just as you are. I’ll always be here for you, no matter what.”

The sincerity in her words made your heart flutter, and a wave of warmth spread through your chest. Slowly, carefully, you wrapped your arms around her, pulling her closer, finding solace in her strength.

Ambessa didn’t pull away. She held you there, her hands still gently resting on your stomach, her presence enveloping you like a shield from the world outside. You didn’t know how long you stayed like that, just breathing together, the warmth between you a silent promise that you would never have to face the world alone, not as long as she was by your side.

When you finally pulled back, your face was streaked with tears, but you didn’t feel ashamed. You felt safe. You felt cared for.

Ambessa smiled softly at you, her eyes warm, her hands slowly pulling away from your stomach. “Do you feel better?”

You nodded, wiping away the last of your tears. “A little,” you said, your voice softer now. “But I think I just needed you to remind me that I’m not alone. That I’m okay. Even when I don’t feel okay.”

“I’ll remind you as often as you need,” Ambessa said, brushing a hand through your hair in a rare show of affection. “You’re more than okay. You’re everything I need, my beloved.”

The words—so simple, so profound—touched you deeply. In that moment, with Ambessa’s arms around you and her warmth still lingering on your skin, you realized that maybe, just maybe, you weren’t as broken as you had once thought.

You were loved.

And that, for tonight, was enough.

A/N: [immediately starts bawling]

[deadghosy]

Penguin Y/N being a gremlin and scaring everyone cause apparently Penguins have these, flesh tendrils in their mouths that look like teeth?

HOW H.H. CAST REACT TO PEGUIN’S READER MOUTH:

Penguin y/n has definitely flashed them on someone trying to harass the cast😭. It’s like that crawfish video on where they would have their arms out in a t-pose ass stance and literally “hiss” at them. You do cause slight fear to new sinners who never seen inside of a penguin’s mouth. But hey, at least you get scary points😭😭

Possibly so Lucifer would be trying to brush the cute penguin reader..but when they opened their mouth he almost passed out. Yes he may be the king of hell, but he as never seen “teeth” like those dear friend.

Alastor …he honestly might not care but make comments on it. Hell he may even stare closely at it as if he had a degree in being a dentist 💀. This old timey fucker laughs at the fear you put on peoples faces when they see your teeth

Nifty, “what are those?” She’s poking your mouth as you quack at her to stop. She’s a curious sinner, so she doesn’t understand what you are showing her with those fleshy…tendrils.

Charlie..ehhh I feel like she would be like “WOAH what the fu-” then quickly, and nervously asks about those fleshy ass teeth. She might also look it up to make sure you can “chew”. She’s just a considerate person 🥹

Vaggie, eh I feel like she would scream “WTF?!” But then calm down when you close your mouth because hey. You don’t use them to harm others. She’s just shocked.

Angel, the same as vaggie. He probably makes a slight dirty joke but not a lot towards it.

Husk, he’s too drunk to even care. And he’s not sober to even care more😕

Sera, doesn’t care. I mean why would she when she’s busy being a seraphim. No hard feelings but it’s realistic.

Adam, “WHAT IN GOD’S NAME IS THAT-" he makes freakish ass comments and jokes about it. He probably asked if your so called teeth broke all because of a lollipop. He may be an asshat and even pull one out of his pocket💀

Pentious, poor boy got scared. I mean shit, yeah he was in hell and died again, and went to heaven. But boy did he not know your fleshy tendrils looks disgusting and disturbing. He may say that he suggested you brush your teeth 😭😭

Emily, thinks they’re cute! Of course this cinnamon roll isn’t scared of the fleshy tendrils. She always sees you as cute little thing….even if you chomped on her arm she would thank you!

Lastly Lute, doesn’t care. Do I have to say it? She’s a killer to sinners so of course she ain’t scared of some damn fleshy ass teeth…

A/N: that’s all I got for today lol. I might come back to writing for hazbin hotel, not much for helluva boss since I kinda dropped off of that YouTube series. But yeah!

[itsabea]

March x Reader | Walking You Home

Description: After the events of the Shooting Star Festival, March walks you home while you try your best to stay awake and coherent. But turns out March's a bit too impatient, and you've become much too sleepy.

Warnings: i started this just after the shooting star festival update and finished it today(aka this might be choppy),

Having watched the stars with March was like a dream come true.. And even the fact that he said yes to your invitation was a miracle in and of itself!

Still, despite March having accused you of messing with him, the night ended up being a memory that you hope you'll never forget. The stars were gorgeous, his face was picturesque as the lights of the stars flew past, and when you had turned to look back at the meteor shower, you caught March staring back at you from the corner of his vision.

But of course, the night couldn't last forever, and turns out, neither could your consciousness. After about your fifth or sixth yawn, March rolled his eyes and told you that he'd be walking you back to your farm. And so here you were, sleepy eyed with your body reacting exceedingly slowly as you tried not to fall off the tree trunk and into the river on the path to the Summit.

Of course, March didn't help much, mostly offering his judgmental stare and a few off handed comments. "Are your legs asleep or something?" He asked, his tone not sounding nearly as mocking and offensive as it usually was.

"Mm.... Sorry, I- Didn't think I'd be this tired.." You said back, stepping onto the grass before letting out a breath of relieve and triumph for still being upright, and most importantly, not in the river.

Continuing on for another step, you stopped to turn back to see where March was, only to find him directly behind you. And in that moment your sleepy state really showed. It took you a good few seconds to react and step aside so that March could also get off the large tree trunk and join you on the other side of the river.

Now following behind March, who was already a third of the way down the stairs, you went down the first step. Placing your foot on the stone made a low echo sound out from the contact it made with your shoes. A very audible sigh left March as you frowned tiredly and looked down at him, watching as he started making his way up the steps again and stopped two steps down from you.

There was a solid moment of silence, and your eyes had the time to slowly blink twice before watching March rather adamantly extend his hand out towards you.

"Like I said.. I won't here the end of it if you fall over and hurt yourself.. So just hurry up and take it..!" March clarified, looking away from you as you smiled and silently accepted the offer by taking his hand. You knew full well that you wouldn't make it home without stumbling over something, which is also fairly likely to happen more than once.

Slowly but surely, March guided you down the stairs as you internally started thinking about how warm and inviting his hand is. While his callouses were rough, and his hand was slightly shaky, it felt so.. Gentle and careful while holding your own.

Neither of you spoke as you got to the end of the stairs, over the pillar-bridge of the lower part of the river, and towards the Museum. Every now and then your eyes would slowly close before you had to mentally pry them open, and each time March would slow down slightly and lightly squeeze your hand that was still linked with his.

After you both passed the massive rock that you'd frequently crack open to get a quick sapphire, March spoke up. "How tired are you?" He asked, not a single hint of mock or accusation in his tone.

It took a whole second for you to fully register his question, and another second to give your answer. "Super tired.... Gonna sleep in till ten on purpose in the morning.." You managed out just before a yawn escaped you as you tried, and failed to stifle it.

After a few more steps in silence, March suddenly stopped, hesitatingly letting go of your hand before crouching on the floor in front of you. March somehow managed to sense the confused frown you wore, as he clarified his actions soon after. "Hop on.. You're taking too long." He said, and although you weren't fully convinced, you awkwardly got onto his back anyway.

Neither of you spoke for a while afterwards, and it was admittedly even more of a challenge to stay awake while being hauled home by March. Carrying the weight of your body seemed like no trouble at all for March, and not only that, but you could also feel the loud thrum of his heart beat reaching you from his back. It started out slow and methodical, but the moment you relaxed further into him, it started racing, almost as if he was panicked.

You didn't say anything, or, at least you didn't intend to. But unfortunately for you, March sounded out in reply. "I can't turn my heart off..! Sigh.. We're almost there, don't fall asleep yet, got it?" He said, making you sigh out a groan at the fact you couldn't fall asleep anymore.

It really wasn't much longer until you both entered your farm. The scenery wasn't quite how you wanted it yet, but it was getting there. March hadn't so much as taken a glance, making a direct, yet casual beeline for your home. It wasn't a long walk, but it did turn out to be long enough for you to start dozing off.

By the time March was at your door and asking you if you had a key, you were fairly unresponsive. The only reply you gave was a few half hearted grumbles and a final huff before weakly trying to kick the door open. March sighed at your attempt of you trying to enter your house, but instead of biting, snapping, or being a pain, he somehow ended up being.. Kind. At least in his own way.

"No key?" He asked, prompting you to shake your head against his shoulder before he opened your door. It took March no time to locate your bed and carry you toward it, and the mattress and blankets looked so inviting to you that you reached out for them so as to flop on your bed.

In the end, you not only landed on your beloved bed, but also took March down with you. And before you could even think about or debate the consequences of your actions, you went straight to sleep.

March, for one, didn't take to being dragged down with you and onto your bed too kindly, but before he could shout out a frustrated, and admittedly flustered response, you had started snoring. It wasn't loud or obnoxious, but it definitely sounded like you were exhausted. For March, it wasn't up to any kind of debate that you should rest, but he would've been lying to himself if he didn't admit that seeing you asleep was a.. Slight comfort.

But nevertheless, March took his leave, walking back to town and up into the Blacksmiths before heading to bed himself. All while not being able to wipe a fond, satisfied grin off his face, let alone knowing it was there. And the worst part? March wasn't the slightest bit aware that Olric had caught sight of him smiling as he headed to his room.

[luxthestrange]

BNHA Incorrect quotes#13...The awakening 2-

NB!Y/n*Meeting the Big Three after Izuku told you about his odd but nice upperclassmen*Are the big three Zuzu told me about?~Im Y/n Midoriya!~

Tamaki:...

Nejire:...

Mirio: ARE YOU AN A THESPIAN?SUPERMODEL?-SEA DEITY?OR D ALL OF THE ABOVE?!-

NB!Y/n*Chuckling at his comment, looking at his eyes* Arent you sweet~

Mirio*Flushed under the collar and looks at Nejire and tamaki*O-Ok you guys get out of here...so me and beautiful gorgeous can live happily ever after-

Tamaki*Hidding his face and covers his eyes from your...radiance* Mi-mirio you in highschool and they're college, their old...er-

part 2:

[rs-hawk]

Angel Boyfriend who is obsessed with the fact you’re trans. Humans are the embodiment of change as far as They’re concerned, and then you can change even more by even defying your societal norms and changing your gender?? They can’t handle it. They ask a thousand questions with a childlike curiosity. They support you in every decision you make.

They’re excited to help you fold up your old clothes and donate them, or burn them. They scream your truth beside you from the rooftops or just quietly help you navigate it, helping you keep quiet but wanting to help your defenses come down.

You just smile and thank Them every time. They just want you to be happy, and They are in awe of everything you are and everything you represent about humanity just by being you.

[invincibledc]

Tamaranean!reader: Happy birthday Wally! I have brought you the Thornak! *holds a crown made of meat*

The others look at the alien teen weirdly, but Wally starts to tear up as he hugs the Tamaranean.

Wally: Thanks babe…thanks. *you put it on him* best birthday ever!

[0o-junebug-o0]

Soft Early Mornings

summary: Emily takes care you when you wake up.

genre: fluff and smut

cw: 18+ mdni! kinda softdom!emily, kinda sub!reader, dirty talking, praise, fingering (r receiving), reader has a vagina but nothing else is specified (the only word used to describe reader's genitalia is clit), reader is written as non-male because I can't imagine emily as anything other than a lesbian, cumming in pants (I guess it counts), no use of y/n, morning sex, crying during sex, soft/emotional sex

wordcount: 1.1k

You wake up to the warmth of the newly risen sun and Emily’s hand under your shirt drawing gentle circles on your stomach. You groan softly and she presses a kiss to your shoulder. “Hey, baby,” she whispers. Her voice is husky and quiet. She must have woken up not long before you did.

“Hi,” you whisper in response, pressing your back further against her chest.

She chuckles slightly and flattens her hand on your stomach to pull you closer until your body is completely flush against hers. She slips her thigh between your knees, parting your legs slightly, before once again dragging her fingertips softly over your skin.

You sigh with contentment and turn your head to look back at her as much as you can. Emily props herself up slightly, her hair falling over her shoulder and neck, and presses a brief and gentle kiss to your lips. You smile as she presses a kiss to your nose before tapping the tip of your nose with her own and settling back down into the bed. 

You can feel her shift slightly behind you as she knocks off the bit of the blankets that managed to stay covering you both throughout the night despite your squirming. Being this close to each other provides all the warmth you both need.

“I love you,” you mutter.

Emily presses another kiss to your shoulder. “I love you too, baby.”

You hum happily and she chuckles in response. Her hand slips further up your shirt, tracing swirls up to your sternum and back down with two of her fingers. You let your eyes slip shut as you focus on the feeling of her hand, her love and care for you apparent with every soft design she draws.

Emily flattens her hand on your stomach again, just resting it there for a moment before shifting it so the tips of her pinkie and ring fingers slip under the waistband of your shorts. Surprised, you shift your hips slightly, pressing your body harder against her.

She raises up and presses a kiss behind your ear. “Is this okay?” she whispers.

A shaky breath leaves your lips and you nod eagerly. 

Emily chuckles into your ear. “Words, sweet thing.”

“Yes,” you gasp.

She kisses you again and you can feel her smile against your skin before she settles back down. Her hand dips further beneath your shorts and you gasp as one of her fingers brushes over your clit.

“Such a pretty little thing,” she mutters. Two of her fingers settle over your clit and start rubbing gentle circles. The feeling makes you moan softly as little sparks of pleasure shoot through your body. The sound makes her chuckle.

Emily doesn’t increase her pace at all, even though you know she can feel how wet you are, moving her fingers just fast enough with just enough pressure to drive you crazy without giving you more. She peppers your back with gentle kisses as you squirm against her and you can feel her smiling at every little gasp and moan that escapes your lips.

She slides her hand further down and you whine at the loss of stimulation to your clit. The sound is quickly cut off by a groan as she sinks two fingers into you at once. “You’re so beautiful,” she whispers. You let out a little broken moan as she curls her fingers inside of you. The angle is perfect, allowing her fingers to hit that spot inside you while the heel of her palm presses against your clit.

“E-Emily,” you gasp weakly.

“Shh, it’s okay, baby,” she soothes. “I’m right here.”

You whimper desperately as she slowly starts to thrust her fingers in and out of you, hitting that spot and nudging your clit every time. She’s so gentle, making the pleasure build inside you slowly, burying deep in your gut and creeping up your spine. It’s overwhelming in the best way possible and you can feel tears pooling in your eyes. A soft and happy sob works its way free from your chest and Emily stills her hand but doesn’t remove it. She props herself up, leaning over you and tilting your head so she can press a long and gentle kiss to your lips. “You okay, sweet thing?” she asks softly. You nod and open your eyes to meet hers. You let your eyes slip closed again as she presses her lips back against yours and resumes the movement of her hand. Her fingers hit that spot again, making you gasp into the kiss. She pulls back and kisses where the tears have gathered at the corners of your closed eyes.

“You’re doing so good, baby. I’m right here,” she whispers. “I’ve got you.” 

Heat climbs up your body and you whine desperately as you feel yourself getting close.

“That’s it, beautiful, so good for me.”

Her voice and words are so full of love and care and they drive you crazy, making you whimper and squirm.

“Em–“ you moan.

“It’s okay, baby,” Emily whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. “Cum for me.”

As if on cue, you cum around her fingers. Pleasure washes over you and your body shudders. You moan and clench around her as she works you through it, whispering praises into your ear. When your orgasm subsides, Emily gently removes her fingers and you practically melt into the bed. It wasn’t a violent or overly powerful orgasm, but the slow build and gentle release of pleasure exhausted you. 

Emily slips her leg out from between your knees and you roll onto your back. You open your eyes and blink up at her with a dopey smile, uncaring of the tears still on your face. Emily wipes her fingers clean on her shirt and props herself up on her elbow to look down at you. Her hair falls over her shoulders and brushes against your neck and chin, making you giggle slightly.

You reach up and tuck her hair behind her ear, both to stop it from tickling you and so you can get a better view of her beautiful face. “Hi,” you say softly, lowering your hand to rest on your chest.

“Hey, sweet thing,” she responds. She presses kisses to each of the tears on your cheeks. “Did so good for me.”

You feel your cheeks warm. “Do you wa–”

Emily shakes her head. “No,” she says softly. “This was just about you.”

She kisses you softly and you raise your hand to cup the back of her head. When she pulls away for air, Emily rests her forehead against yours, pressing the tips of your noses together. She slowly opens her eyes to stare into yours.

“I love you,” she whispers.

“I love you too.”

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୨୧⌢ Dazai Osamu + TRANSGENDER! SIBLING! READER

reader in late teens to young adulthood || NEUTRAL PRONOUNS || reader can be binary trans or nb

🕊️ ┆ summary ; Reader was with Dazai throughout his PM life. It was until Dazai and his sibling decided to stay was when he realized he missed so much of their life

"Too bad.. I want to stay here."

"..Here?! [DeadName] you can't be serious."

"I'm not going with you, Dazai."

"... Fine. Starve and die here. You're not my problem anymore,"

That's all that you remember of him anyways.

It's not like you cared anymore.

He said it himself. If you died here all alone, cold and helpless with nowhere to go, it wouldn't have mattered to him.

You take a sip of your bitter coffee, it contrasted with your past brother's sugary milk coffee. It was always revolting looking at it.

"Excuse me, Mx. Would you like more coffee?"

You look up at the tooth-rottingly sweet maid. She has a coffee pot ready at the go.

Your mouth forms a kind smile as you give her a reassuring answer

"No, but thank you, Miss. I'll take the check instead"

She gives a slight bow

"Of course! I will have that ready for you right away!"

You nod your head in conformation, as you watch her leave, your hand reaches for your wallet before she returns.

Suddenly, the door chimes indicating that more customers have arrived.

Well "more" is an exaggeration.

You were the only person there.

An obnoxious, grating voice cut in, releasing you out of your serenity.

Two other masculine voices interrupted the unpleasantly, raspy one.

"C'mon, Kunikida! Pay for us"

"There wouldn't be any universe where I would pay for a bottom-dwelling pig-nosed ape like YOU. You I AM NOT PAYING FOR YOU"

Geez.. I think he gets it...

Damn them, they just had to ruin the moment and come in and yell like they're drunkards at a bar. Screaming obscenities at each other like it was a contest.

You sigh.

"Mr. Kunikida, I think you should stop screaming at Dazai, we're in public.."

What?

What..?

Dazai?

Dazai..?

Are you hearing that right?

No

No..

There's no way..

Dazai is a common last name... in Yokohama.. you assume..

Fuck.. you didn't expect to see him here.

You always swore that if you saw him again, you would punch in square in the face.

Now you're not so sure..

"Oh.. right, my apologies.."

The so-called 'Kunikida' cleared his throat and sat down. Clearly embarrassed.

You didn't even realize your shoulders were tensed up until you relaxed them in relief.

The waitress came back with the check.

"Here you go Mx. Da- Oh wait! I just realized! You and this man have the same last name!"

Shit..

"Could you two be related?"

...

Could it be any more quiet?

"Ehm... Alright then, I'll just.."

The waitress ran as fast as she could to avoid the potential confrontation.

Oh god..

You fully turn your head around to look at your brother.

There he was.

In the flesh..

This shocked expression remained on his face, he knew it was you, he would always know it was you..

"You're... Is it..?"

"Dazai? Who are they-"

Dazai rose his hand up to stop the white-haired boy from talking.

"Dazai.."

"How.. When..? You look so.."

"Different? I'm aware"

Dazai rushed over to sit in front of you.

There you were.

The snot-nosed kid by his side was gone.

You changed everything about yourself.

He couldn't believe it.

He knew why you did it.

I mean, he's your brother, he's still the cold man you've always known.

He missed out on such a pivotal part of your life.

"[Deadna- or.. erm.."

"[Name]. My name is [Name]"

"Yes.. Yes yes yes.. [Name].. Of course.. I just.. can't believe it.. I never knew you were trans"

"I know.. I know.. I only just transitioned recently.... After you left.. I just don't know.. Maybe it was the fact that I still wanted to be the little sibling you always knew, maybe that pulled me back from my true identity"

Dazai stayed silent.

"Ah.. well.. I'm sorry.. I would've accepted you no matter what, even after I said all those things.. it wouldn't have changed anything"

"I know 'samu, I was just blinded by my own delusions. No one reacted as vile as I thought they would"

"Well, they're criminals, I don't think they'd care that much"

You both chuckle.

This was nice..

"Osamu, I-"

Your phone rung.

You groaned.

"That must be work.."

You started to get up.

"'Samu?"

"Yes?"

"Let's get coffee soon"

"Sure, [Name]"

[bloodykhaos]

For the Love of Money || Chapter 1

Words: 4.4k

Warnings: No additional warnings.

Italics - Sokovian

Bolded italics - Character’s inner thoughts

You had it all. Everything a person your age could want. Generational wealth definitely helped with it. Your parents' company was one of the most-known and most respected in the country. And that meant a lot of money, which, in your case, translated into an amazing childhood.

You saw something you liked? Yours.

A toy you could die for? Paid for.

Enough ice cream and candy to give you a brain-freeze mixed with diabetes? Every day.

Nobody could catch you wearing anything that was not premium, designer clothing. Tailored suits of highest quality were filling up your closet right next to a jewelry drawer where you had kept multiple analog watches since your teenage years.

Traveling was not foreign to you. From surfing, to skiing, to climbing in different parts of the world, you enjoyed all activities multiple times a year.

Unlimited funds were something familiar to you very early on in life as you obtained a credit card already at 15. At 18, there were weekly checks with thousands of dollars coming into your personal bank account. And you did not refrain from spending them on whatever your heart desired.

You could say your life was stress-free, for the most part, thanks to your family name. It definitely made things easier in society. It also made things harder as your parents did not approve of your party-lifestyle. As they liked to say 'our every move is watched for an article'.

And boy, did you give the magazines more than enough to work with.

When you started attending the university, small things here and there were frowned upon in the environment of your status. And well, your parents, especially your father, were not too happy with it. But it did not stop you from letting out your wild behavior further in the last few years.

Did you regret it? Not really. However, the regret could be knocking on your door soon. The last year of your master's degree brought a sad realization that the status you held and your family had been up-keeping came with standards. You had a choice to meet them or possibly lose the benefits your last name gave you.

And you would do anything to keep that life.

Well, luck seemed to be in your favor when you stared at a flier. A smile spreading on your lips as a plan began forming in your head.

Wanda Maximoff.

Your offer would blow her away. After all, it was not hard to beat 80$ for an hour of a tutoring session.

It seemed like your life would be going back on its path very quickly. Ripping the piece of paper off of the information board, you walked around the campus in the search of a certain someone.

It did not take you long when you finally found her at the library. No amount of books and papers she was engrossed in could stop you from approaching right now. You had a deal of life to make.

"Hey there, Angel." The words left your smiling mouth as you slid into a chair opposite from the girl.

Her brunette hair was covering a side of her face while it was tilted down, focused on the material in front of her. There was no reply besides how her hand stopped clicking a pen against the desk. It took another second before she slowly lifted her gaze to you with her lips pressed tightly together.

A slight confusion settled in you when her eyes wandered back down to the papers in silence. Your eyebrow raised, curiosity spiking in you as your upper body leaned more on the wooden surface.

Your lips parted to speak again. "Do not call me an angel." Her firm but calm voice cut through the air before you could utter out a word.

Feisty. That was going to get interesting very fast. She might not have known yet, but you were not one to let go easily.

"Well." You swore you could hear a sigh as words passed your lips again. "You fell into my hands like a miracle from the sky." Waving a flier like a small flag, your mouth curled into a cheeky smile.

Her eyes lifted again, annoyance swirling in them as they glued themselves to the item in your hand. In the next second, her entire demeanor switched when she mimicked your position, upper body leaning forward and on her arms. A huge, close-mouthed smile spread across her face.

"Oh, really?" The sweetness in her tone felt off as she blinked at you. "I think I forgot to add something to it." Her hand swiftly grabbed the flier before she scribbled something on it, leaving you confused. When she was done, she slammed the thing down right in front of you. "There you go, Angel."

Your brows furrowed as she scrunched up her nose at you before going back to her papers. This was definitely not going how you imagined. Especially, not with how she said the nickname. Nonetheless, you took the flier to see what she put on it.

'Spoiled, rich assholes excluded'

Your jaw almost dropped to the floor when you read it. You felt strongly offended while staring at the words. Were you rich? Sure. But not an asshole. At least, you didn't think so.

Either way, you clearly underestimated who you were dealing with. Not the best day for your charms to take vacation.

"Okay." Your pitch increased at the end. "I see you are not my biggest fan."

"Good job." Her voice was void of emotion as she did not spare you a single glance. Her hand took out a paper from under the stack and started writing. "I see you're not as dense as I thought."

The previous insult went to the back of your head as a smirk slowly made its way on your face. Crossing your arms on the desk, your head leaned lower as if to meet her eyes from below.

"Oh, you thought about me?"

Her piercing green eyes snapped to yours, the smirk only widening as you felt like you got her.

She raised her head before slowly smiling. "Just like everyone else, sometimes I have nightmares." Her nose scrunched up again after she whispered the words.

Well, that was not what you expected. Maybe you should have after the little note she had scribbled on the flier.

The shock shot through your body as she went back to her books without another word while your entire face dropped.

There was not a single reason for her behavior towards you that you could come up with. People loved you. You were the life of the party. Guys would always want to be your friend, girls would always throw themselves at you.

You had a hard time understanding why this one was making it so difficult. Why she was completely opposite from everyone else.

"Alright, you're funny, you like jokes." Laughing it off, you pointed loosely at the girl while straightening your body.

"I was not joking." She said seriously, looking straight into your eyes.

There was nothing you could reply with, so instead, you cleared your throat and decided to pretend like she never said anything.

A great idea.

"Well, guess what-"

"I don't wanna guess either." Her sentence quickly cut you off.

"What about you being my girlfriend?" But you kept saying what you wanted to say, not caring about her comment.

Your arms spread, teeth trapping your bottom lip, and body leaning backwards on the chair like you just said the smartest thing the world had the luck to hear.

The brunette's mouth parted, eyes froze open while scanning your face. She seemed shocked, but not in a good way. She looked at you like you were crazy.

"Is that how you hit on everyone?" Concern shone through her tone as she squinted her eye.

"Okay!" Your loud voice cut her off this time, earning attention from others.

"Danvers! This is a library, not a club, quiet yourself down." And a particular person that was a very serious person with a very sharp voice.

"Will do, Ms. Atkinson." Your cheerful reply made Wanda snort in amusement while the librarian stared at you in suspicion for a second longer.

When she finally looked away, you dropped the smile and focused back on the girl.

"Listen, I did not come here for your tutoring."

"No?" Her feign confusion instilled some irritation within the deepest parts of your soul.

Taking a deep breath, you let it out through your nose. "I have an offer for you." Your hands folded on the desk. It seemed to intrigue the girl as she did not retort with any smart-ass comment. "You will date me and I will give you money."

Her eyes almost fell out of the sockets when her brain processed what you said. And then, she laughed. Her hand covered her mouth to stop her from being loud. But just as quickly, she calmed down and looked at you seriously.

"There is no money in this world that would make me date you." Her head shook lightly while she batted her eyelashes.

"Really?" Your eyebrow raised as you let her know she did not convince you. "Because to me it looks like you are in quite of a need for money."

Her eyes hardened instantly, but you did not react. You, in fact, smiled contently.

"Yeah? And why would you think that?" She mimicked your grin, but her attempts at playing it off did not work on you.

"80$ per hour?" You questioned unconvinced, tips of your fingers playing with the flier. "You could easily get a 100$, maybe more if you are good at what you're doing." Her jaw tightened as confidence started slowly vanishing from her face. "And something is telling me-" You paused, taking a long look at multiple books and research papers that surrounded her. "That you are."

She glared at you quickly as a huff passed her lips, her hair fell into her sight when she shook her head. "Maybe I'm just not a greedy asshole like others." Her smile was stiff this time, like she was restraining herself from saying something worse...or doing something worse. A part of you felt like she had a certain person in mind.

A chuckle sounded deep within your throat. "Or you're desperate." The simple sentence made her closed mouth move irritatedly, her annoyed gaze was burning holes in your face. She clearly did not like it. Clearly wanted to hurt you in some way for saying it. So, instead of playing around, you decided to finally give her the offer. "Look, you need money and I need someone my parents will fall in love with." Clicking your tongue, you picked up a pen and started playing with it before meeting her eyes again. "Forget the tutoring, I will give you 2500$ for every event you go with me to."

You could see the astonishment taking over her entire face before she quickly composed herself. She stayed silent for a while, her teeth biting into the inside of her cheeks as she took her time to think. You waited patiently, feeling like you were finally getting an upper hand in the situation. You needed it.

This plan was great and all that was preventing it from happening was Wanda Maximoff and her hesitation.

If she declined, you would have to start all over again, and you did not have another idea. That flier was literally a miracle you stumbled upon. Wanda Maximoff, an all-A student, charging just 80$. She needed this as much as you.

You could not afford losing this deal.

She was perfect for the job. You did not know her almost at all, but you shared one class, you knew she was always on time, always knew the answer, always replied with politeness, always serious and mature. Everything your parents ever wanted for you, and from you. She had to agree.

There would not be another chance like this.

"We are not going to be a lovey-dovey couple full-time, we will just have to pretend for the events my family attends-"

"Fine!" She let out finally. Her eyes fell closed like she was already regretting her decision.

You could not contain the joy that was currently spreading through your body. She took it. Your perfect plan. Your life was about to get easier very soon again thanks to this.

"No money in the world, huh?" And you still had time to tease the girl while flashing her a cocky smirk.

Breathing out deeply, her nostrils flared, and her eyes stared at you so intensely they could pierce your skull. "Shut up, Danvers." She sounded like she was already done with you. But in a great you-fashion, it fell past your ears. There was nothing that could ruin your good mood right now. "So, how is it going to work?"

"Give me your number and I will shoot you a text whenever something comes up." The explanation was easy and clear.

At least to you.

"I don't have forever to be on-call for you." Her eyes rolled in frustration, hand tapping the pen against the desk again.

Your mouth slowly opened, teeth running over your upper teeth, and eyes squinting as you sensed great urgency in her words.

"So, you are desperate." You decided it was enough of teasing when she tilted her head at you. You were nice like that. "Don't worry, there are more events a month my family attends than books in this building."

Her face went blank at you, telling you she did not appreciate the joke. But, she nodded in agreement, taking out a sticky note and writing on it.

"Here." She handed it to you with slight reluctance. "And I swear, if I open the messages to any dick picks..." She squinted her eyes and face in disgust that held a clear warning as she trailed off, leaving the possibilities open to any kind of revenge if you dared to do anything inappropriate.

"No promises!" Your cheerful voice did not amuse her as you stood up from your seat, dropping the pen on the desk. Folding the sticky note and putting it in your back pocket, you looked at her again. The hard glare you were met with instilled a funny feeling in your chest that you were not a fan of. "Fine! Fine! I promise I won't, better?"

Sometimes it was so hard to be the funniest person in the crowd. Her eyes rolled at you and without another word, she went back to her books, ignoring your presence.

"See you soon, Maxi." It was impossible to miss her bewildered look at the nickname, but you did not care anymore. You got what you wanted and it was time to go live your life stress-free again.

The door slammed shut as a tired exhale passed her lips. Leaning her back against the door, she closed her eyes to take a moment.

Oh, how she hated you. How she hated everything you did. How she hated your cockiness that most people liked to mistake for confidence.

You never seemed to be inconvenienced, always had it easy. She hated it. The way everything was handed to you on a silver platter while everyone else had to be working their ass off to get at least a little bit close to where you were without putting in any effort.

It was how you cared only about material things that she could not stand about you. The way you treated money and people around you. How you would use your last name to get whatever you wanted.

And every single damn time it had worked.

She despised you with all her being.

And somehow, she took the offer. It was unfortunate it came from you, it would be so much easier if it were anyone else. But no, it had to be you, the bane of her existence. Everything she disliked bundled up in one person.

The hard part was understanding how you managed to make her agree to your stupid deal. She meant it when she said no money could make her be with you. She could never be with someone like you. The personality you possessed was disgusting to her.

But she struggled, she gave in because she was desperate. You were right about it and it made her hate you more.

She wished she could just-

"Wanda? Honey?" A feminine voice made her eyes snap open as her hands laid flat on the door behind her. "Are you back?" Confusion was laced in the tone before a familiar face emerged from the kitchen. Eyebrows furrowed as a tea towel in her hands was rubbed on her skin, drying it off. "Are you alright, sweetie?"

Wanda could not help the smile that spread across her face at the question. She was back in a good place instead of the hell of thoughts filled with you. "Hi, Mom." The girl's soft voice calmed down the other woman. "I'm okay, just—I had a long day."

Iryna's face immediately turned soft with a small pout on her lips. "Oh, my poor child." Wanda's heart warmed upon hearing the words. The older woman's arms spread before she embraced her daughter, causing the brunette to melt into her. "If somebody is giving you a hard time, I will deal with them, Darling."

Wanda could not stop herself from snorting. This reminded her why she loved being home.

"Thank you, Mom." Her arms circled Iryna, bringing herself closer like she wanted to sink into the other woman's body.

There was always comfort and understanding. Her head was at peace here.

“Gah!” Both women jumped up in fear with their hands flying to their hearts. Wanda’s eyes widened when a loud scream echoed around her ears with a pair of hands gripping her shoulders.

Dickhead.

She thought when a laugh grumbled from behind her. Her stupid ass of a brother. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes to compose herself. Her shoulders raised before dropping as she exhaled loudly.

“You’re a child, Pietro.” Gritting her teeth, she turned her head over her shoulder just enough to glare at him.

Their mother was still in shock, blinking rapidly and trying to calm down while the older twin just kept chuckling in amusement, holding his hand over his stomach. “You should’ve seen yourself!” His cackles started getting on the brunette’s nerves very quickly.

She was not in the mood for his shenanigans right now. “You will wish not to see yourself when I’m done with you!” The low threat was immediately followed by a lunge in his direction.

“Mom!” He screamed in fear this time, jumping backwards and dodging Wanda’s hands just in time, waiting for the older woman to intervene.

But she only glared at him in annoyance. At least he would not get help for being a nuisance.

As Wanda tried to get to him, she was stopped by arms wrapping around her waist before she found herself in the air.

“You’re gonna regret it, Pietro!” She yelled at her twin, her Sokovian accent slipping in heavily. She was pointing angrily as her feet touched the ground again.

His childish behavior resumed when the distance between them was big enough, sticking out his tongue at the woman. Her eyes widened before squinting, her head slowly tilted to the side with stiff lips.

“Ah!” His high-pitched scream escaped his mouth as Wanda took a step forward, but did not try to get to him.

“Okay, that’s enough, kids.” Another voice said, their open hand still hanging in front of the brunette to stop her from lunging at her brother again.

“I haven’t even started.” A devilish smirk spread across Wanda’s face, her arms crossing over her chest as she jutted her hip out.

Pietro’s mouth moved in silence, mocking his sister and making her do the same to him. Their heads were leaning towards each other despite the distance.

She could be sassy when she wanted to. Most people’s mistake was underestimating her in this regard.

“And you won’t continue.” The soft, but stern voice spoke again, looking right at the brunette.

She did not like it. Not that she would do anything to her brother. She loved him, even tho he could be an absolute pain in her ass.

Her upper teeth moved along the bottom ones as her eyes slowly went up, meeting the taller man’s gaze.

“Fine.” Her eyes rolled in annoyance, moving away from him and huffing.

“Ha!” Pietro’s triumphant cheer earned everyone’s attention, causing his sister to look at him like he was insane.

“And you will stop scaring your sister.” The man said seriously, turning to his son.

The silver-haired twin gasped in offense. “But-”

“No buts.” The words were slow and firm again.

This way he had a chance to understand.

“Dad-” He tried again but his father’s face stopped him from further talking.

“Maybe you have to repeat it slower.” Wanda teased, her voice dragging out the last word as she stared at her brother in amusement.

At least she won to some extent.

“I understand English, little sister.” He walked into a trap with this one, because Wanda’s lips were already widening into a smirk as a quick remark appeared in her head.

“Yeah, but you are not the fastest to grasp information.” Both their parents looked at each other when the silver-haired twin gasped once more. “Maybe you should stick to running.”

“Alright, alright.” Their father tried to break their little bickering match, spreading his arms towards both. “I swear it feels like having teenagers all over again.” Both twins snapped their eyes upon hearing the mumble, faces scrunching up in disagreement. “Your mother needs help with getting the dinner ready. Romanoffs are coming over tonight.”

Oh, that was right. She almost forgot about it after everything that had happened today.

“Oh, can we have paprikash?” She knew they could. It was her favorite dish. Of course, they would have it.

“Is that even a question?” Her mother replied with a teasing smile, making her daughter breathe out a laugh.

“And we two will go to the store. There are a few things we still need for other meals.” Olek informed both of his kids, throwing the car keys in Pietro’s direction. “You drive, I am too old for this.”

He was not. He just hated driving. Ever since his kids had gotten a driver’s license, he would find ways to be a passenger princess as he liked to call himself jokingly.

Pietro’s eyes rolled but a small smile crept up on his mouth before following his father and shutting the door behind him.

“Let’s go, Darling, we still need to figure out what to make for dessert.” The excitement in Iryna’s voice and a squeal she let out made Wanda shake her head with a grin as she followed her mother into the kitchen.

Her mother loved sweets. She was an excellent baker and cook, everyone loved it. Every other Friday Maximoffs’ would host a dinner and invite Romanoffs, their neighbors.

But neighbors was an understatement. Iryna and Melina had been great friends ever since their early teens, and later, Melina’s daughters had become best friends with Wanda and Pietro.

Their fathers had bonded over beer, grilling, and woodwork the more they had spoken, becoming close friends as well.

It all felt like one big family.

She threw her car keys and a bag on the table before turning around and opening the fridge. “Hm.” She pondered, trying to figure out what would be the best choice. She closed the door while turning to her mom. “What about Muraveinik?” Iryna was flipping pages in her own recipe book, but she stopped upon hearing the suggestion. “It’s Lena’s favorite. We can also make prjaniki, everyone likes those.” Wanda raised one of her shoulders while speaking.

“That is a good idea. We can make a bunch of them.” The older woman immediately started looking for the recipe to make sure she had everything. She nibbled on the tip of her finger as her eyebrows furrowed. “We don’t have walnuts. Could you tell your father to buy some? They were not on the list.”

“Right away.” The younger Sokovian let out in a sing-sang way, going up to her bag. She moved it to the chair and started rummaging through it in search of her phone.

It had to be in the deepest, farthest corner because her hand found nothing. Her head turned to the side as a tired sigh passed her lips.

And there it was. The document, lying on the table under a gray cover. Her hand froze as she stared at it, but she didn’t have to read it to know what it was.

An enormous bill.

She wouldn’t even know it existed if she had not caught a part of her parents’ conversation a week ago when she had come to visit like she had done every weekend.

Their bakery had been slammed with an additional fee of 10.000$. Apparently, it had been all because of the price raise for utilities and a new tax that, unfortunately, was preventing small businesses from being anything else but staying small.

That fee was a lot. They had no money to pay it off and selling the business was the only solution, but Wanda could not have let them do it. They’d had it ever since she’d been a little girl. There was no way in hell she would see them give up their life work away.

Her throat tightened at the thought. She swallowed dryly before going back to looking for her phone. It was in the side pocket as she came to find out soon after and without wasting more time, she sent a text to her father.

“Done.” She let her mother know. “They will get them.” A reply from her father came fast and the woman put her phone away.

But she could not put away the thought of that document. She needed the money. She had promised she would find a way to get it. That had been the only reason her parents had agreed, her determination. And also the fact that Wanda would rather tie them up than let them sell their dream away.

But she did not have a lot of time.

With your offer, all it would take were four events. As much as she hated you, she could do it. She would survive them to get the funds her family needed.

Only four events and she would be free of you.