#promise i'm not biting your head off dw

[mistyorchid]

Meet-Cute Ch. 2

Old Man Logan x fem! reader

Summary: Logan is a man of his word. You and Logan have your first date in the only nice restaurant in town, except it doesn't last long because you want him the food hot to go. Meet-Cute Ch. 1 Warnings: MDNI, no use of y/n, fluff and smut, age gap, reader is 21+, pet names (doll, baby), oral (fem! receiving), fingering, praise kink, light slapping, logan's claws come out, set after the events of Logan (2017) except he doesn't die, some angst it's all in logan's head dw. wc: 4k

Logan mindlessly traced the glass of water he'd been nursing for the past hour. The circular rim numbed his finger as he theorized all the reasons you might've been late.

He tended to foster seeds of doubt within his mind, an old habit that was built by decades of loss and betrayal. Romance was almost always an empty promise.

Logan checked the clock on the wall without moving his head, not wanting the other patrons to assume he was being stood up. He enjoyed wallowing in his solitude by drinking alone at dingy bars, but that was before he met you. Now, all he could fantasize about was showing you off to every establishment in town, softly guiding you to each bar counter by the small of your back.

The Italian place on fifth street, 8PM, you recited after exiting Logan's limo last night. Before opening the door, you checked your phone. 7:50 PM. You would've arrived twenty minutes earlier, but you didn't want to seem too eager, so you decided to touch up your makeup before heading out.

Logan noticed the restaurant's comforting hum cease when you entered the lobby. He's pretty sure he could hear some poor guy choke on a meatball, stunned at the sight of your little black dress.

You were busy exchanging information with the maître d', nervously darting your eyes around the room to find your date. When he realized you mouthed the word, "Logan," he sprung up from the booth and briskly walked to the lobby.

"Evening, doll," he beamed, extending his arm. A faint blush settled on your cheeks as you looped your hand around his bicep. He stole glances at your outfit as he guided you to the booth, suddenly leaning down to whisper, "You look stunning. I'm glad you came."

Logan gestured towards the seat opposite him, but you motioned for him to scoot further into the booth so you could sit alongside each other.

He raised an eyebrow, confused by the unusual arrangement. You explained, "I want to be next to you, if that's okay. Sitting across from you feels way too formal after last night."

Logan inhaled sharply, suddenly reminded of the intoxicating drag of your skin against his. He replayed the heavenly echo of your debauched whines in his head, silently praying that you'd let him hear them again.

"Yeah, of course," he agreed, sliding to the end of the booth.

You followed, leaving a small gap. The urge to connect your thigh with his was strong, but you tried to maintain decorum for the other patrons. Your eyes briefly met Logan's before surveying the table, noticing that the candle in the centerpiece was comically short.

"How long have you been waiting?" You asked, peering up at Logan's relieved face.

He stroked his beard, contemplating whether to be truthful or lie to save face. "About an hour," he responded. Logan decided that you deserved the truth; he wanted the foundation of your budding relationship to be built on candor. "You weren't late, I arrived way too fuckin' early. Haven't been this nervous for a first date since . . . well, ever."

You pouted your lips and gently placed your right hand on his thigh. He instantly flexed, surprised at the abrupt contact.

"Aw, baby . . . " You doted, slightly leaning to whisper into his ear. "There's nothin' to be nervous about. You already know I like you enough to suck your co-"

Logan swallowed the end of your sentence, his left hand cradling your jaw to angle your lips into his. You gasped into his mouth, earning a playful bite on your lower lip.

"You wanna give me a heart attack, doll? Jesus Christ." He muttered, releasing his grip on you and straightening himself in the booth.

You smirked, removing your hand from his thigh. A waiter appeared, acknowledging your arrival. "Ah, good evening, signorina," he beamed. "Mr. Howlett has been patiently waiting for you. Welcome to Frizzante."

While placing two menus on the table, he started reciting the specials, emphasizing the last item. "Tonight, our chef has prepared a Festa degli Innamorati. Lover's Feast," he translated.

Logan wanted the seat cushions to swallow him whole. Frizzante's sous chef was a personal friend of his; the bastard must've seen his name on the reservation and whipped up something special to embarrass him.

You stifled a laugh at the sight of Logan's dumbfounded expression. "It's served family-style, with two separate plates so you can share. It's a beautiful spaghetti dish blended with the savory roe of sea urchins and fresh margherita tomatoes. I assure you, it's an incredibly rich and unique experience."

"That sounds wonderful," you chimed, appreciating the waiter's suggestion.

Logan couldn't help admiring the sweet smile that spread across your face. He slid the menus towards the waiter before responding, "We'll take the Lover's Feast, thank you." He silently cringed at the feeling of the special name rolling off his tongue, but he found himself willing to curtail his pride if it made you happy.

The steady hum of the restaurant lulled you into a comfortable silence. The waiter soon returned with a glass of water and a warm basket that filled the air with the savory scent of flour and butter.

Logan picked it up, offering you a slice. "Would you like some bread?"

"Yes, please. Thank you." You giggled as you retrieved a slice.

After you sunk your teeth into the aromatic bread, he took a slice for himself. "What's so funny?" He asked, playfully raising his eyebrows.

You chewed slowly, savoring the richness of the dough. "You're being so . . . proper. I'm not used to guys treating dates like . . ."

". . . A date?" Logan finished, perplexed by your response. "Those guys don't know how to treat a woman." He huffed, wondering how anyone could fuck up the privilege of courting you.

Your eyes raked over his clean blazer, following the strong curve of his arm before landing on his wrist.

"You're wearing cufflinks . . . " You murmured, in awe of the lustrous material.

Logan moved his arm closer so you could feel them. "You gotta expect more than the bare minimum, baby." He chuckled.

You slowly swirled the round cufflinks with your middle finger. "So-" You paused, shifting closer so your bare leg finally grazed the cool material of his slacks. "-If you're so traditional, why didn't you pick me up?"

Logan cleared his throat, stunned by your confidence. "I would've, doll, trust me. Then I figured that you might've been uncomfortable if I asked where you lived. Best to meet in a public space," he reasoned.

His concern for your safety was undeniably attractive. You stopped tracing the edge of his cufflinks before whispering, "I fucked you within an hour of meeting you. I would've been comfortable giving you my address."

The fragrant smell of your pasta dish wafted through the aisle, momentarily relieving Logan from having to respond.

"Attached at the hip already?" The waiter quipped, noticing your proximity to Logan. He delicately lowered the platter onto the table, followed by two silverware sets and the most intricate plates you've ever seen.

"Buon appetito." The waiter gestured towards the dish with a grand flourish of his hand and then promptly walked away.

Logan waited for him to be out of earshot before saying, "I want to get to know you, but you're making it extremely fuckin' difficult with that dirty mouth of yours."

He used his utensils to scoop a large portion of pasta onto your plate before serving himself.

You bit your lip, picking up a fork to slowly twirl the fresh noodles. "Alright, what do you wanna know?" You asked, lifting the fork into your mouth.

"What do you do for fun? Besides fucking strangers within an hour of meeting them."

You choked on your food, shooting an accusatory glare towards Logan. "Okay, okay . . . you got me good. Um, I like going to shows. Punk, country, pop . . . I just love to feel the music in my bones."

Logan put his fork down and rested his chin on his palm, invested in your answer. He briefly envisioned your hips swaying to the soulful twang of Willie Nelson. "Live music, huh? I know a club around here that promotes every genre under the sun. We should go some time."

His left hand traced gentle circles on your knee. "This okay?" He asked, briefly pausing his movements. You rested your fork on the plate. "Mhm," you chirped, pleased by his courtesy.

"I also enjoy making art," you continued. Logan leaned closer. The majority of his past was dedicated to destroying things and harming people. He'd always admired those who used their time on earth to create.

"What kind of art?" Logan asked. You were distracted by the warmth of his palm, which was now splayed over the broad expanse of your thigh.

"I, uh- I like drawing, painting, making collages . . . mostly drawing, though. It's peaceful, you know? Making something out of nothing." You chewed the inside of your cheek, flustered by how intently Logan was looking at you.

He was daydreaming about making space for a studio back at the smelting plant, bringing you tea while you worked well into the night. The domesticity that he secretly yearned for manifested itself in your image.

"You're so beautiful, you know that? Could listen to you talk forever."

You smiled and bashfully looked down into your lap. "Thank you . . . " You lingered, focused on how he absentmindedly stroked your thigh with his thumb.

"What about you? What do you do in your free time?" You asked, peering up at him through your eyelashes.

"After work, I usually head to a bar and pop a couple of quarters in the jukebox to hear Cash while I drink."

Your eyes lit up at the mention of your favorite country artist. "Cash? Like, Johnny Cash? I love him."

Logan couldn't believe that you didn't make a snide remark about his "hobby." He elaborated anyway, not wanting to seem lazy in comparison.

"Yeah, exactly. I also like fixin' old motorcycles and gardening. Keeps me in shape, I guess." He didn't miss the way your thigh flexed, reacting to his words.

You loved a man who was handy . . . in more ways than one.

"You wanna get out of here?" You asked, desperate to relieve the palpable tension that settled in the charged space between your bodies. Your senses were overwhelmed again; the heady scent of his cologne mixing nicely with the smokey tendrils emanating from the candle.

Logan smirked. "I thought you'd never ask. My place or yours?"

Although your apartment was only a short walk's distance from the restaurant, you wanted to immerse yourself in a slice of Logan's world.

"I'd love to go home with you, if that's okay." You shyly tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

He fished out his wallet and haphazardly threw more than enough cash to cover the bill and your waiter's tip. The velvet material of your dress bunched around your thighs, further exaggerating the short hem.

Logan averted his eyes as you slid out of the booth. You turned around and tilted your head, realizing why he wasn't looking at you. "You're such a gentleman," you praised, straightening your dress.

Logan didn't feel like a gentleman when he helped you into the passenger seat of his limo. He almost opened the back door, reminded of your first night together.

Your eyes grew heavy an hour into the drive. You yawned, soothed by the soft turns of the road and the limo's plush headrest.

"Sorry, doll. My place is a bit farther, away from the city." Logan apologized. "Feel free to rest up. I'll wake you when we get there," he continued.

You surrendered to your fatigue and closed your eyes. "Mkay. Thanks, Logan."

He smiled, glancing at the passenger seat a few times to admire how peaceful you looked.

The first thing you felt when you woke up was Logan's callused hands supporting the back of your knees and your spine. You felt pleasantly weightless above the ground, realizing that Logan was carrying you past the threshold of a doorway.

"Mornin," he joked, noticing you scanning your surroundings. It was still late in the evening.

"Didn't want to wake you," he whispered, gently setting you on his bed. The smooth texture of the sheets contrasted with the rough corrugated walls of your environment.

"Where exactly do you live?" You asked, puzzled by the industrial nature of his home.

"A smelting plant north of the border. People leave me alone out here," he chuckled.

Logan exhaled as he sat on the edge of his bed, turning to meet your shocked expression.

"You mean I'm in Mexico right now? Logan!" You exclaimed, lightly slapping his arm.

He caught your wrist, weaving his large fingers through yours. "You're lucky I'm such a gentleman," he teased, reiterating your choice of words a few hours prior. Your hand relaxed into his.

"First, you followed me into my car. Tonight, you fell asleep while I drove to fuckin' Mexico. Now, you're in my bed wearing nothin' but a cute little dress," Logan smirked, letting his hand fall on his knee. His back ached from turning to caress your palm.

You blushed. "I can tell you're a good guy. I wouldn't have gone home with you if I didn't."

Logan doubted your praise. I'll force myself to pretend that's true, he thought.

The comforting chirp of cicadas serenaded you from outside. Linen curtains gently billowed above your head; the cool night air swathing your body like a translucent blanket. Logan suddenly averted his eyes, exposing the rugged plane of his neck. You breathed in notes of fresh cotton and bourbon as his potent cologne fanned out across the room.

"I need you, Logan." You sighed, slowly drifting onto your back and languidly spreading your legs. Your dress prevented you from fully relieving the throbbing sensation in your core, so you settled for tracing the inside of your thigh instead.

You faint sighs cascaded over your arched form and into Logan's ears like a siren's song.

Too many fuckin' layers, he thought, quickly unbuttoning his blazer and dress shirt before tossing them onto the floor.

He groaned when you skimmed the hard outline of his torso, gently tracing a prominent scar that ran across his ribcage. Logan leaned into your touch, closing his eyes and releasing hushed breaths.

He could get used to you tending to his wounds.

Logan strained his back to grip your legs, swinging you around so that your lower half hung over the bed.

"Can I take this off for you, baby?" He whispered, gathering the material of your dress by your hips.

"Mhm . . . " You nodded, hooking your knees over his shoulders for support. His palms firmly slid up your thighs and effortlessly shimmied the dress below your ass, pausing when the hem caught on the underside of your breasts.

He purposefully pressed the material harder against your torso before exposing your tits, forcing them to bounce harshly against your chest.

"You're so pretty," he sighed, cupping your breasts and leaning forward to gently tug on your nipples with his teeth. You bit your lip, knitting your eyebrows together as you admired how content he looked.

Logan's cock twitched in his slacks when your breath hitched in your throat after a particularly hard tug.

"You like when I make your tits sore, hm? Want me to make it all better?" He cooed, blowing lightly on your stiff nipples before enveloping them with his mouth.

His eyes rolled into the back of his head when you grabbed a fistful of his hair.

You crossed your arms, hastily moving your dress over your head. Logan paused, realizing that your shoes were still on. He slowly released your tits as he slinked down your body, his hot breath raising goosebumps along your stomach.

"Fuck," Logan moaned, now eye-level with your cunt. Your cotton underwear was soaked, clinging to the outline of your lips.

It was the simplest pair you owned, but Logan marveled at it like it was the most expensive set in the world.

He pushed closer, resting his chin on the edge of the bed. He arched his back slightly to accommodate the stretch.

"Can I taste you, baby?" He pleaded, staring at your dilated pupils.

"'Course you can, Logan . . . You can do anything to me, I-" He flattened his tongue and dragged it over your underwear, tasting the wetness that escaped the material.

The delicious pressure of his tongue cut off your response. "I trust you," you continued.

You whined when Logan distanced himself from your core to unbuckle your shoes.

"Shhh, let your old man make you more comfortable," he doted, placing a sweet kiss on your heel.

He resumed a kneeling position, sliding his hands under your thighs and bringing your clothed cunt closer to his hungry gaze. The intoxicating musk of your arousal unlocked a primal instinct within Logan.

A primal groan ripped from his throat as his claws unsheathed on either side of your face. His cock bucked into the unforgiving material of his pants.

After realizing what he'd done, Logan quickly withdrew his claws. "Fuck, I'm so sorry, doll, I could've hurt you . . . won't happen again," he apologized profusely.

You propped your elbows on the bed to get a better look at the bloody slits between his knuckles. "Oh my god," you gasped, eyes widening in fascination. "Are you a mutant?"

Logan's eyes slowly met yours, initially afraid to be met with a fearful expression. "Yes, I am. I've always had these claws, but they weren't always this-" Logan flexed his arm, a faint snikt sound filling the air. "-sharp," he continued.

Logan held his breath as you slowly ran a finger along the blunt side of the blade, admiring the way it reflected the moonlight.

"They're beautiful, Logan." You carefully guided his right hand to rest on your thigh. "Can you tear this off?" You asked, lightly snapping the underwear elastic against your hip.

"I don't want to hurt you, doll." Logan's claws hesitantly hovered over your skin.

"I trust you, remember?" You pulled the elastic away from your body, allowing him to lightly twist his wrist and cut through the fabric.

You gasped as your underwear scattered on the bed. Your cunt fluttered around nothing, suddenly exposed to the cool night air and Logan's unwavering gaze.

Your empathy startled him. Those who had gifted him their trust had often suffered, cursing him to an eternity of self-loathing. He felt undeserving of your kindness.

"Wanna make it up to you," he promised, moving your legs onto his shoulders.

The tantalizingly slow drag of his tongue against your folds made your thighs quiver against his head. He chuckled, prying your legs apart with his callused palms.

He gently lapped into your eager hole, moving his head up and down to increase his range of movement.

You mewled when the tip of his nose bumped against your clit.

"Oh, fuck. My girl's rosebud is so sensitive . . . " He groaned, lightly kissing your clit before sucking it into his eager mouth.

His right hand inched up your thigh, teasingly stroking the apex of your leg.

"How many fingers can you take, doll?" He slowly slid his middle finger inside, palm flushed against your sensitive folds. His lips were still stimulating your clit, now adding the delicious drag of his finger.

Your hips raised off the bed, eagerly meeting his thrusts. "Ah!" You whimpered after Logan pulled out before adding a second finger. He spread his digits, satisfying the hollow throb in your core.

"Three . . . I need three," you elaborated, biting your lip to stifle your needy moans.

His fingers slipped out of your cunt with an embarrassingly loud squelch before easing into your pliant mouth.

"Wanna hear you, baby. That's it," he cooed, making you enjoy the taste of your own slick.

Your tongue trailed the crook of his fingers, mimicking the patterns you traced on his cock last night.

You whimpered when Logan used your saliva to guide three fingers into your weeping pussy.

"Holy fuck, Logan . . . Mm," you babbled, eyes glazing over at the overwhelming feeling of his thick fingers stretching your walls.

If you could sit upright, you'd wipe that cocky grin off his face.

"You're so fuckin' wet for me, doll. Takin' me so well," he praised, focused on increasing the rhythm of his thrusts.

"Oh, I know you want my thick cock, baby . . . Is that why you chose three, hm?" Logan taunted, abruptly pausing his movements.

You whine, spreading your legs even farther apart to invite him back in.

"Yes, fuck-" you admitted, eyes screwing shut at the feeling of fingers returning home.

You felt Logan smirk into your clit as he confessed, "You think you can come without my cock? Tonight's all about you, doll."

The growing pressure in your abdomen threatened to burst, spurred on by Logan's filthy words. He enthusiastically lapped at your cunt, collecting the wetness that pooled near the base of his fingers and gliding up your folds before licking your clit.

He lightly slapped your pearl, motivated to usher in your release as you clamped your knees around his head.

"Holy shit, doll . . . your pussy's singing just for me, hm?" He hummed, referencing the vulgar sounds emanating from your folds with every thrust.

He expertly twisted his wrist as his fingers glided through your cunt. The new movement stimulated the sensitive nerves of your walls, earning a guttural moan.

"Oh my god, I'm . . . I'm coming," you whined, throwing your head back against the mattress.

Logan intertwined his left hand with yours, silently permitting you to squeeze it through your orgasm.

Your back arched, overstimulated by Logan's relentless attention to your pussy. You were too busy rocking your hips against his mouth to register him burrowing his cock into the sheets, a ragged growl escaping his lips as he spurted into his slacks.

"It's too- fuck, too much, Logan . . . " You stuttered, pawing at his forehead to distance yourself from his tongue.

You raised yourself on your elbows just in time to witness him savoring the taste of your cum, his tongue darting against the sensitive pads of his fingers and swallowing with a content moan.

"Mhm . . ." He drawled. "Sweeter than sugar, baby."

You covered your eyes and slumped against the mattress. Logan made you feel hopelessly giddy, and you loved it.

"Stop it, Logan . . . " You cringed, aware of the rosy blush that adorned your cheeks.

He scooped your knees with his right hand and supported your back with his left, mirroring the stance he assumed when he first laid you on the bed. You nuzzled your cheek against the soft pillow, thoroughly satisfied and exhausted.

The small twin-sized bed couldn't support the full breadth of his back, so he turned on his side, lovingly bumping his nose against yours.

You lazily stroked his graying beard, noticing that the whiskers closest to his mouth were damp with your arousal.

You blushed. Again.

"I usually don't even let guys kiss me on the first date. You should be grateful," You teased.

Logan lightly kissed your wandering fingers. "Trust me, princess, I am. Thank you.

Princess . . . that was new. You draped your left leg over the strong muscle of his thigh, suddenly needing to be consumed by his warmth.

He just coaxed an explosive orgasm from you using his mouth, and he was thanking you?

Words failed you. You decided to snuggle closer into the inviting expanse of his bare chest. Logan shamelessly gripped the supple flesh of your ass, pulling you flush against his body.

"I think our first date went well, hm?" He cooed into your ear. Your breathing slowed to the point where Logan assumed you had dozed off.

You felt his body still to avoid waking you up. He whispered, "I hope we get to go on a million more."

Your ears perked up at his covert promise of devotion.

I hope so, too, you thought before finally falling asleep.

Thanks for sticking around for Ch. 2 of Meet-Cute!

Their banter was so fun to write. Also if you don't go to shows (I'm talkin' small clubs, not stadiums) or make art shhhh wdym, you're literally reader?! Anyway, I specified those hobbies because everyone can do them, yay! The FBI-level questioning that usually occurs on first dates was shortened to keep this a true reader insert (my reasoning for reader's vague background.) *The jukebox bit is canon, from Wolverine Vol. 1 (Benjamin Percy.)

Tag list: @th3mrskory @fairiebabey @bratscave @elflutter

[chrissv4mp]

Ethan Landry x Reader Valentine’s Day smut where Ethan does the whole valentines proposal at school then dinner then smut?? (Ik Valentine’s Day was 2 days ago but still🌚)

YES YES (dw, i also forgot to post something on here for valentines day, so this'll be an apology🙏🙏)

ethan landry x fem!reader

warnings: smut, strong language, you and ethan have a praise kink !! , dom!ethan, sub!reader, p in v, ethan has a hair pulling kink !!

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tara held out her phone, recording you as you made your way down the hallway. each person you passed by gave you a single rose, and when you reached the end of the hallway, you saw your boyfriend.

he was holding a sign that read 'will you be my valentine?' in one hand, and a bouquet of roses in the other.

your face turned red, smiling as you ran into his arms, making him drop the sign.

"happy valentines day, baby." he muttered into your shoulder, inhaling your scent.

"i love you so much." you laughed, stepping back to capture his lips in a passionate kiss.

he grabbed your waist as he pulled you closer, still holding onto the roses tightly.

tara smiled, standing next to chad as she continued to record the cute scene.

"best boyfriend award goes to ethan," mindy joked, laughing.

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"you're gonna love what i have planned." ethan said over the phone, driving to your house.

"what could you have done to make my day even better? that thing you did at school was so sweet, eth, you didn't need to do anything else." you smiled sweetly.

the brunette boy smiled wider, "that was just the beginning, baby."

you ran your hands down your sides, smoothing down the dress as you looked at yourself in the mirror.

"hurry and get out here, i'm sure you look beautiful." the boy whined, throwing his head back on the head-rest.

"okay, okay, i'm coming," you sighed, "love you." you said before hanging up.

you made sure to gather all your things before leaving through your front door and practically skipping to your boyfriends car. you couldn't wait to see what he had planned.

ethan quickly got out of his car, running to your side to open the door with a stupid smile on his face.

you couldn't help but roll your eyes at him as you got into the car, "you're so corny."

"just being polite." he replied, winking at you teasingly before shutting the door and making his way back to the other side to get in.

the ride to the restaurant was filled with both comfortable silence and conversations full of nonsense, ethan's hand never leaving your inner thigh as he drove.

the gesture was meant to be only friendly, but you thought otherwise. plus, he would never pass up the chance to tease you just a bit.

"ethan--" before you could even finish your sentence, he cut you off, "we're almost there, i promise."

his fingers traced unrecognizable shapes on your thigh, making you bite your lip to stifle a whimper.

not long after, ethan finally picked up on the little movements you made and the quiet whines and whimpers you tried to hide.

"y/n, baby, are you alright?"

you just nodded in response, your hips involuntarily bucking into nothing.

ethan raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his face as he figured out what was going in.

"am i turning you on? i haven't even done anything and you're already all worked up," he said in a low voice, removing his hand from your thigh as he placed it back on the steering wheel.

"make it through dinner and i'll reward you when we get home. that sounds good, yeah?"

you nodded, "yeah.

as the car finally approached the restaurant, you unbuckled your seatbelt, watching as your boyfriend carefully backed into a parking space.

he smiled sweetly at you, acting as if he hadn't said anything to you earlier.

ethan got out of the car, going to your side to let you out.

as the two of you walked into the restaurant, ethan kissed your forehead softly, looking into your eyes with lust.

"you're such a fucking tease, you know that?" you muttered quiet enough so that nobody around you heard.

all he did was roll his eyes before going up to the lady at the front.

"i have a reservation." he smiled.

"last name?" the lady asked, looking down at the small tablet in front of her.

"landry." he said, putting his hands in his pockets.

you stood beside him, practically eye-fucking him as he waited for the lady to lead you guys to your table. he was so patient, and you just wished he wasn't so that he would've fucked you before stepping in here.

"right this way, sir." the waiter smiled, grabbing to menus before leading you guys to a small booth in the back of the restaurant.

ethan thanked the lady before taking his seat across from you, grabbing the menu and looking over it.

you did the same, trying to distract yourself from the growing arousal between your legs.

a few minutes passed, and another waiter had gotten both of you drinks.

"what're you gonna get?" ethan spoke suddenly, closing the menu before placing it back on the table.

you shrugged, "dunno, there's so many options on here."

the boy scanned your features, admiring your entire being as you looked over the menu for the millionth time.

"'m probably gonna get the chicken alfredo." he said, watching as you wrapped your lips around the straw that was in your drink.

he cleared his throat, looking away from you as he felt his dick begin to strain against his pants.

you nodded, putting your menu down, "i'll get the same as you, eth."

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dinner went by smoothly, and the second that the two of you got back to ethan's house, you were all over each other.

"can't wait to rip this dress off you, baby." he muttered against your lips, locking his bedroom door before pushing you against it.

you chuckled at his eagerness as you pulled back, palming him through his jeans, "and i can't wait to fuck you."

the boy instantly fell apart as your hand went into his boxers and began to stroke his length, groaning as he began to mark your neck and jawline.

ethan grabbed your hips, pulling your hand out of his pants before bringing you to his bed and laying you down on it.

you watched as he undid his jeans, kicking them off his ankles along with his boxers.

you bit your lip as you watched his dick stand prominently against his stomach.

he pulled his shirt over his head, throwing it somewhere around the room before crawling on top of you to help you with your dress.

"you'd look even prettier without the dress." he said, tugging at the red fabric.

"why don't you take it off me, then?" you asked, watching as ethan quickly crawled off you.

you sat up, grabbing the dress from the bottom before pulling it up over your legs.

ethan was quick to help you get it off entirely, leaving it on the floor of his bedroom before almost ripping your bra off your body.

you smirked at his eagerness before your eyes scanned his body, not being able to take your gaze away from his lust-filled eyes.

"so pretty.." he muttered, crawling back on top of you as he looping his finger in the waistband of your panties.

his free hand went to your chest, twisting your nipple between his thumb and index finger, listening to the pretty noises that came from your mouth.

he lowered his head to meet your breasts, taking your other nipple into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. he hummed against your skin, hearing his name falling from your swollen lips.

"so fuckin' good with your mouth. shit," you moaned, tugging on his hair and hearing him whimper.

the hand that was in your panties earlier was now cupping your pussy. his fingers ran through your folds, gathering the wetness that was there earlier all over his hand.

"so, so wet." he muttered, his lips leaving your breast before trapping you in a heated kiss.

you couldn't help the loud, breathy moans that escaped your throat, and ethan took the opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth.

his fingers dipped into your pussy, and you couldn't help but tug on his hair harder.

you pulled away from his lips, a string of saliva going from his lips to yours.

"need you, baby. need you so fucking bad." you whimpered, feeling his thumb trace tight circles on your clit.

the brunette boy groaned at your begging, and he couldn't help but rip your panties right off your body.

you gasped, only getting more turned on by his antics.

ethan quickly threw the ripped fabric on the floor, grabbing hold of his cock before the tip through your folds.

he couldn't help but whine at the small amount of pleasure, his eyes shut as he took in a shaky breath.

"holy fuck." he groaned, looking up at you for permission to push all the way in.

you shuddered as he ran his tip over your clit, and then you nodded eagerly.

the boy wasted no time in slamming his dick inside of your pussy, eliciting a throaty moan from you and himself.

his breathing became erratic as he began pounding into you, hiding his face in your neck as he moaned and whimpered.

"fuck, you're so tight. oh my god," he whined, his hand going to play with your clit once more.

you moaned loudly, wrapping your arms around him as your nails dug into his back, only adding to the pleasure he felt.

"yes, fuck, don't stop, eth." you said in between gasps, feeling him pick up his pace as he slammed his dick into you harder.

soon enough, you felt your stomach begin to tighten, and you let out a guttural moan that was sure to be heard by your boyfriends neighbors.

"right there, fuck yes!" you said, your hand going back into his hair.

ethan was close as well, and you couldn't help but come closer just by hearing his whines.

the two of you came together with a moan, and ethan helped you ride out your high before coming to a halt.

he pulled out, laying next to you on his bed as he moved his curls off his sweaty forehead.

"happy valentines day." he muttered with a smile.

[thebiggerbear]

WIP Wednesday - Multi-Character x Reader - 11/15/23

Alright I'm kicking myself in the buttocks because it's taking me so long to complete this project along with updates for three other stories I have open as well before starting to post for my SB story and DW short story (this is how this story came about btw, got too long for the prompt, same with an upcoming Alec short story and Tom short story), but I have two multi-character prompt responses in the works (for the past month I want to say) that have been at the forefront of my brain. It's been a ton of fun, just time consuming, and RL is also kicking me in the behind as well (so I'm sorry, I promise I will update, I'm still working on everything I have listed along with things not listed yet). The following serves as a sampling if you will of what's contained in one or the other:

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Soldier Boy:

Soldier Boy stared you down. “What’s it gonna be?”

You didn’t answer. Instead, you glanced behind you at a small noise far off down the street. Thankfully, it was an old woman tossing something out onto the pavement, but you couldn’t deny it put you further on edge. You turned back to the Supe whose eyes stayed trained on you. You took a deep breath to steady your nerves and readied your response. His lips began to quirk upwards into a smile; he knew what your answer was going to be before you even said the words.

Full work here

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Beau Arlen:

He nodded and, after a moment, he reached out a hand.

You snorted in disbelief. “Really?”

Beau didn’t say anything, only moved his hand in a come hither motion, holding it out for you to take.

You let out an angry sigh and rolled your eyes, but moved forward to place your hand in his nonetheless. He pulled you to him, framed your face with his hands, and softly kissed you. You refused to kiss him back but ultimately, like always, you lost the battle and gave in, gently grasping one of his wrists as you did. “I’m sorry, baby,” he whispered to your lips.

Full work here

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Dean Winchester:

You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned down to kiss him. You felt him immediately begin to relax under your touch and only when his lips were completely pliant and moving with yours did you pull back, staring into his green eyes.

“Why couldn’t you just tell me that?”

He slid his hand up your back and to your hair, tenderly rubbing the strands between his fingers. “I don’t know. I just… That vamp had you in a hold and it scared the crap out of me when I couldn’t reach you fast enough. What if he had gotten more of a drop on you? What if—”

You gently placed your fingers against his lips, stopping him from finishing that question.

Full work here

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Jenny Hoyt:

As expected, Jenny was pissed. Poppernak and the other deputies took their assignments and ran, eager to get away from the explosion that was about to happen. Nora even timidly told the blonde she’d see her over by her desk when she was ready before escaping as well. In the time all of this took, the blonde’s glare hadn’t lessened any.

You crossed your arms. “Something on your mind, Hoyt?”

She slowly approached you, leaning in slightly. “I’d like a word,” she growled out menacingly before passing you by.

Your jaw tightened but you spun around and followed her to your office. She held the door open for you and you slipped inside, already turning to face her head on. Beau had warned you that she’d be your toughest opposition when you agreed to take this job on; seeing her ice chips for eyes staring you down right now, Beau didn’t know the half of it.

Full work here

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Tom Hanniger:

He pulled a knife out of his jacket which made your heart start to pound a little faster but he simply smiled as he also produced a plastic fork. He leaned down and began to cut your chicken into bite size pieces for you. “I, uh, I’ve never made chicken marsala before so I hope it’s alright,” he told you, a shy smile on his face. You marveled how he could go from being the scariest thing you’d seen in your life one minute to being the sweetest and most humble guy you’d ever met in the next. “And I know you’re not a fan of green beans but I didn’t really have anything else.” He rubbed at the back of his neck, chuckling nervously.

“I’m okay with green beans,” you quietly assured him.

He dropped his hand and smiled, leaning in to tenderly kiss you.

Full work here

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Jason Teague:

“Gee, I don’t know,” you teased. “I’m supposed to be meeting this guy I’m seeing for a quick lunch before he has class in about an hour. And I need to swing by my house first, so that might be kind of cutting it close.”

Coach Teague furrowed his brows as he considered your words. “You’re right, that is kind of cutting it close. Any chance that this guy that you’re seeing is good-looking? You know, to make it worth the trouble?”

You pretended to think over it for a moment and then shrugged a shoulder. ”He’s…fairly handsome, I guess.”

His jaw dropped. “Fairly? Really? That’s—” Jason quickly glanced around as you snickered behind your hand. He saw that there were still a couple of students in the hallway. He quietly cleared his throat and Coach Teague was immediately back in place. “Well, be that as it may, I only need a moment of your time and then you’re free to go meet this guy who sounds way more good-looking than you’re giving him credit for.” He ignored your grin and gestured over your shoulder. You turned to see the door to his office. He opened it and held out a hand towards the office in open invitation. “After you, Miss Y/L/N.”

“Sure thing, Coach,” you quipped. You stepped inside, hearing him mutter under his breath, “fairly handsome” followed by a scoff as you passed right by him. You bit your lip to keep from laughing.

Full work here

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There are a few other characters mixed into these two prompt responses but those aren't ready for sampling yet so to speak. (*hint*: they'll most likely be characters featured on the character portion of the masterlist ;) ) I'm going to try to get these up as soon as I can since I'm almost more than halfway done.

Please let me know what you guys think and which ones you're most looking forward to reading.

[sugar-omi]

omg idk if u do nsfw request but could you like write jealous cove x fem reader nsfw? i think cove isn’t the type to feel possessively jealous but there’s times he can’t let it go but it’s not a like “your mine!!” type possessive more like a “im yours!!” possessive? IDK IF THAT MAKES SENSE SORRY

DW IT MAKES A LOTTA SENSE N I AGREE W EVERYTHING U JUST SAID!! i hope i lived up to your rq 🙏🙏 i enjoyed writing this sm

tags : NSFW, fem reader, jealous cove, service top cove, hand jobs, penetration, between step 3 and 4, you are in college, mention of wanting to marry you

(mentions step 3 "happiness" moment and you getting upset when cove doubted you'd still be together at the end of summer in step 3.

also i'm thinking abt the patreon moment n how cove likes just a hint of pain n runnning w it, i'll never recover from it!)

synopsis : cove is jealous and worried about you finding another man, so you ease his anxiety.

you have always reassured cove that you love him, that he makes you the happiest girl in the world. you promised him that he doesn't have to do anything special to make you happy, that he alone makes you happy.

cove can't help but feel loved every time he thinks about it. and after you got mad at him for doubting the strength of your relationship, brought to tears by the notion, cove promised himself to never make you cry sad or angry tears ever again if he can help it.

but you're standing there, talking with a classmate of from one of your classes and you're laughing and he's looking at you with one too many hearts in his eyes and a darker voice in the smallest crease of cove's mind wonders if you'd like if he looked like that.

hair styled in a way that was casual but handsome, and a ribbed turtle neck under a cream jacket.

cove quickly dismisses that thought, knowing you prefer him in less layers and that you'd never ask him to change his style unless the weather called for more layers must to his chagrin.

unable to take anymore, broken by the guy putting a hand on your shoulder. cove steps out the car, easily taking long strides and he calls out to you.

"y/n!"

you turn around, happy as a peach to see your boyfriend and cove's heart throbs at how easily you forget about the guy in front of you. "are you ready to go eat? its gonna be lunch rush soon..." cove bites h is lips, wondering if thats a good enough excuse to get you out of this guys reach before he puts too many moves on you.

"yeah, just-" you adjust your backpack straps and turn to address your classmate but you step towards cove, taking his hand in yours. "i gotta go, but you should check the online class board, you can download the notes from there! bye!"

cove pulls you away as you barely finish your greetings, opening the car door for you but he slams his own door and winces but pulls out the lot nonetheless, making the drive back to your shared home.

"cove? what's wrong?" you put your hand on his thigh soothingly but cove just jumps at the sudden touch, his head hits the steering wheel, trying to use the break at the stop light to push away his jealousy.

knowing he can't hide from you, cove address you, looking at you with teary puppy eyes, not wanting to upset you but his heart is in turmoil.. "i'm jealous. i know i shouldn't be but- but! that guy was definitely hitting on you and i know you love me but i'm worried you'll leave me for someone better an-" cove whimpers, blinking his eyes as he focuses on the road again and turns onto your street.

"cove... i'm so sorry baby, i- i didn't even notice he was hitting on me. he was just asking about what he missed during class... if it helps, he's only in my elective class! we're not even in the same major so-"

cove cuts you off, quickly and smoothly parking the car in your designated space. "it's not just him. like.. baxter, or derek. i know we haven't heard from baxter in awhile but he was so smooth and flirty and confident. and derek, well derek is nice and reliable and.. i don't know." cove leans over the console.

"i don't want you to leave me for someone better, i know you said you won't but. i love you so much. i wanna be your's forever, i wanna marry you one day! i love being your boyfriend so much, y/n.." cove frets, pushing his head into your hand when you cup his cheek, fighting tears and failing.

"cove. i love you. you'll always be mine." you kiss his face, hovering over his lips, "you'll always be my special lover boy."

cove purrs, melting into your kiss. when you pull away, cove looks at you with hooded lids, "l-lets go inside..."

you barely make it through the door, your hands running under cove's shirt and he trembles trying to put the key in the door, steadying when you wrap your hand around his and guide him.

when the door unlocks, you pull cove in, kissing his neck as you reach behind him to flip the lock and slip the chain through the track. "y-y/n, ahh.." cove mutters breathlessly, some other words escaping his mouth in a jumbled mess but you hear a stuttered "feels good" and you keep going, pulling him through the house to your bedroom.

on the way, your shoes are left haphazardly in front of the door and a trail of clothes breadcrumb the hallway.

you push cove onto the bed, stepping out of your bottoms and left in just your underwear, you help cove unbutton his shorts, pushing away shaky hands.

you slip off his boxers, deciding to take care of cove while he's still pliable. "shh baby, let me take care of you.." you settle in his lap and cove throws his head back in a shaky moan when your hand wraps around his sensitive cock, stroking him slowly and swiping your skilled hands over his weeping slit, knowing how to work your boyfriend's body in the best ways.

"y/n..." cove whines, bucking his hips into your hand as you grope him through his boxers.

"t-tighter, please.. ah!" cove groans when your hand tightens around his cock the way he likes, feeling a knot build in his abdomen at your increasingly faster strokes. "i'm, i'm close.. mh-" cove gasps, finger tips digging into your hips.

in his lusty haze, cove looks at your bra and works the front clasp the way you showed him. you grin knowingly, enjoying cove's blush as his eyes train on how your breast bounce when the clasp comes undone.

you arch your back, encouraging cove to play with your chest. his lips clasp on your collar bone, nibbling and sucking lightly so as to not leave marks but when you flex your hand around his cock cove bites particularly hard, sure enough to leave a bruise.

something primal inside of him feels pleased at that.

cove shudders, looking up from your chest to meet your eyes. "w-why did you stop?.."

you smile, kissing your lovely boy on the cheek. "don't want you to finish yet." you reach for a condom, urging cove to lean against the pillows.

you're not too worried about stretching yourself as you'd had sex the night before and only applying ample lube for what will definitely be a bit of a long night, thankful your classes are over for the day.

cove takes his place, shaking when you roll the condom over his sensitive cock. you straddle his lap, hands gripping his shoulders as you line him up with your cunt.

you sink onto his cock, moaning sharply when his tip hits your bladder from inside, your cunt sensitive and nearly dripping with your slick.

when you finally take him to the hilt, his cock rubbing all the sensitive spots inside you and reaching deeper than you could ever reach on your own.

cove gasps and holds you tighter when your cunt trembles around him, kissing you as you gently bounce on his lap. "cove, cove..." you mutter, breathless and your eyes water at the sensation of his cock dragging against your gummy walls.

cove grips your hips, grinding your hips together making you moan loudly. "can i.. *swallows* can i move too?"

you nod, whining when cove instantly bucks his hips into yours, taking the lead at your instruction.

you pull cove into a kiss, your tongues dancing together before the kiss turns gentle and loving. breaking away for air, cove trails kisses down your neck as you gasp and moan, his cock hitting your walls in a way that makes you leak with more slick and clench tightly around him.

"i'm gonna cum, fuck please cove! more!"

cove reaches for your clit, his thumb circling your sensitive clit as he brings you over the edge. "i love you y/n, so happy to be yours.. please cum, wanna feel you cum around me." cove whispers sweet and dirty words in your ear, "you feel so good.. ahh fuck, thats it.. agh fuck!"

cove trembles, cumming into the condom as your pussy tightens and your thighs shake on either side of him.

cove collapses into your shoulder, wrapping his arms around you and you both shake in each others embrace.

"i love you." you kiss cove's head, coming down from your orgasm.

cove kisses your neck back, his lips tickle against your sweaty skin as he speaks, "i love you too.."

"cove? what're you-"

you pull yourself off his lap, cove throwing the tied off condom in the trash and before you can get up he pulls you back into his lap.

cove's brilliant blue eyes drill into you, sparking the flames of your heart and your cunt throbs with need. "i still want you.."

you laugh, happily sinking into the bed with cove on top of you.

cove grabs a condom from the open drawer and rolls it over his sensitive but still hard cock, quickly sinking into your warmth.

he moans shakily, drawing his hips back and slamming back into you, your legs wrapped loosely around his waist so he can fuck you and still steal a kiss from you.

cove leans into your neck, his body supported by his forearms but he still looms over you. "i love you.. so happy to be your boyfriend, ngh-.. i-i love belonging to you."

you scratch down cove's back. "you're mine.. ah!" cove picks up the pace, ignited by you agreeing that he's yours.

cove mumbles happily into your neck, most of his chant muffled by his face buried in your neck; sucking marks and hiding at the same time. most of it is moans, but you hear a few "yours.. yours..." among his moans.

cove grunts at the use of the nickname, buoyed to go further and he reaches between your bodies to rub your clit.

feeling that knot in your stomach, you tell cove you're coming. "c-c'mon cove! make me cum, want my sunshine to make me cum!"

you reach orgasm together for the second time, cove dripping sweat onto you.

you both pant, the temperature making you squirm.

cove speaks first, "..i love you, love you so much. i'm sorry i got jealous.."

"its okay cove, if this is how its gonna be you get jealous more often!"

cove groans, embarrassed by your teasing. "carry me to the shower?"

cove pops up, bright like an obedient puppy. "yes!"

[tojisun]

Okokokokok not a request, dw, BUT I recently rewatched the way of water and I am ENTIRELY GAY for Zdinarsk ok like ok just imagine

You two aren't a thing yet, hell, you two barely even know each other. But during a small briefing where you're just there idk taking notes or listening or are in on this mission, WHATEVER. You turn your head and see Z's tattoos and you admire them. She notices you looking at them from the corner of her eye and when she turns her head to look at you, you don't notice cause you're too invested in the cool little dragon on her arm. So she flexes her muscles and that makes you look up and see her catching you staring and you look away but she smirks. Now whenever you two are in the same room, she makes sure she's close enough so you can see her tattoos and she looooves catching you staring cause you're so cute

IM SO OBSESSED WITH HER OMG I'm normal I promise I'm normal

oh my god oh my god A ZDINARSK ASK?? FOR ME??? IM GONNA SCREAM I LOVE HER SO MUCH ITS UNHEALTHY

MY STOMACH FLIPPED THIS ONES TOO GOOD OH MY GOODNESS

her flexin when she sees you staring? her being a tease??? YES ABSOLUTELY AHHH

omg imagine her purposefully cutting off the sleeves of her RDA-issued shirts because she doesn’t wanna waste time not showing them off when theres a pretty girl in the compound who is obsessed with the art on her skin??

wainfleet teases zee about her sudden “hoe-ry” and whines because zee’s not telling anyone why’s she suddenly invested in working out and in gaining guns and-

AND JUST. imagine when you and zee are finally together and you two are scissoring, and she has your leg thrown over her shoulder – the one with the dragon full sleeve – and she moans, “c’mon, princess. look at me, yeah?” because she knows the angle would show off her spectacular arms.

and when you do, teary-eyed and mid-moan, she flexes her goddamn arms and. GODDDD IM GONNA GUSHHH

id let this woman bite me. mark me. make me her little fidget toy – sitting on her lap while she fingers me, idk!!!

also she def into hair pulling. loves fisting your hair and tugging, making you bear your neck to her. HHHHH and she’d sink her fangs on the column of your neck or by the dip close to your shoulders.

OR NIPPING YOUR TITS. MARKING AND BITING THEM UNTIL YOURE SQUIRMING ON HER LAP

yea whew im gonna go pass out now <33 sorry this turned into smut all of a sudden. i have no self control 😭

a gift for u my luv:

[manonamora-if]

December Check-In

I promise I didn't almost forget :P Even if I definitely forgot to do the weekly devlog last Sunday... To be fair, it had been a week...

Recap of last month’s progress

IF Events in the Next Month

Plan for the next month

Still long post ahead. If you want a mini version, head over to itch.io!

November Progress

Still play more IF and maybe review. ✅

Finish the edits of Harcourt Ch5 ✅❌

Fix one of the semi-completed games: ❌either the Egg parser or TRNT (and make it a proper parser)

Finish that darn SugarCube Guide: ❌there aren’t much left in the guide to cover, but there are a few things to fix.

Again, I knocked the first one out of the park. I reviewed all inkJam, EctoComp, and Bare-Bones Jam entries (which helped me get on the main page of the IFDB). It was nice to play shorter games again - it makes reviewing pretty quick... Now that the IFComp is also over, I kind of want to go back and check out the entries I didn't manage to play.

As for the rest... It's been a bit of a hell of a month, and it's not looking like it's ending any time soon. Still, when I had some free time I managed to:

Finish my portion of the edits of Harcourt (and MelS was almost done with it... before he ran into computer problems - dw the file is safe!)

Assess the damage with The Roads Not Taken and come up with a plan to fix all of it. I also started on this one, but there is truly a lot of damage.

Make a bite game in binksi, Tower of Sleep, for the Two-Button Jam

Make a One-Button prototype, Don't press the Button, to test some JavaScript/jQuery (half-failure)

Make a zine for the first time: An Ode to Pissaladière

Make a new code template: the Character Creator

Submitted a bunch of seeds to the SeedComp!

Does it look like I got distracted by a shiny new thing instead of finishing my projects? Yes. Do I care? Nope. It brought me some joy and amusement in some weird months... Banging your head against the desk because code is not working is... not, obviously.

What’s happening in December?

A bunch of jams are happening on itch, because end of year means maybe some free time, and also, you might as well do something for the sake of saying you've made something.

The ShuffleComp (@neointeractives) has started, though the entries won't be available before January. You can listen to the kickass full playlist in the meantime!

The Sprouting Round of the SeedComp! (@seedcomp-if) has just started. There are 99 new seeds available for use to make a game! Deadline is March 1st.

The Deck-Month has just started, to make a game with Decker.

The PunyJam #4 ends in about 2 weeks (if you have the time to learn Inform w/ the Puny extension...)

and of course: la Partim 500 numéro 8, for those who want to do the Neo Twiny again... but French!

I'm probably gonna pop-off a Partim. I did it last year and it was fun :P

The PLANtm for December

December is a busy month for me, which includes a lot of time offline, full days travelling, and lots of planning. So I will take any free time I have and do fun stuff if I can!

But if I have space for IF, I'd like to:

Play more games! Well... I already am, just not really IF. My Steam Library is crying for attention. I would like to knock down maybe a dozen more IFComp entries if I can. There were a lot of good games, a lot of loooong games.

Code Ch5 of Harcourt. That will be MelS dependent - well, MelS's computer dependent...

Finish fixing The Roads Not Taken. I have a plan, I have the notes... I just need to sit down and re-code (and re-test).

Finish the Guide for real! I know SugarCube 2.37 is coming soon, which will affect the state of some pages (and maybe require more pages). BUT I've been working on fixing old pages (typos - re-explanation - clearer examples). So, this is likely to be done sooner rather than later...

~

Taking the list of TO-DO from August…

To-Do not require much of new stuff:

translate Escape Goncharov! into French. ✅

fix the bugs in EDOC + overall the French version to match

fix the bugs of TRNT + find a way to add the missing pieces (ongoing - translation unlikely)

fix the formatting of DOL-OS + translate into English ✅

update LPM with the missing content + translate into English ✅

No change this month :/

The rest of the To-Do pile was:

Finish The Rye in the Dark City (and maybe translate?)

Finish P-Rix - Space Trucker (and try to translate)

Finish Exquisite Cadaver (translation unlikely, current gameplay too complex to port for French)

Add a chapter to CRWL + fix/reopen the blog

Re-working TTTT to its originally planned state (lol, not likety)

Re-working SPS Iron Hammer (samesies)

Coding TTATEH (MelS dependent - shooting for end of year)

Emptying my inboxes (they are not all answered tho)

Honestly, this pile probably won’t get done this year…. Maybe TTATEH has a shot...

[throwaway-yandere]

(Nutjob anon!)

HELLO ANSY! HOW ARE YOU DOING? SORRY FOR THE RADIO SILENCE... IS JUST THAT I'm not the biggest Ayato fan so I don't have that much to contribute with lol

I just dropped to say hi, and, even though I just say I don't have that much to say(? But Imagine that faceless Ayato can shapeshift in order to isolate you, making you break bonds, new and old, because said person suddenly have been behaving weird and saying even more strange stuff to you, like how your confused face is so cute, how at times you scrunch your nose while you slumber... you feel so lonely now, but at least a cute cat have taken a liking to you, keeping you company...

...You feel bad for saying this, but, at times, with certain angles and for a short moment, it seems like your feline friend faces disappear, leaving a black void staring back at you with two eyes incredibly similar to the Kamisato head.

(Sorry if this have been discussed before, I must confess I haven't been keeping up with the faceless Ayato Lore IAFJIFGIV)

Well! I'm off to make lunch and bake a cake! Have a good day Ansy! And to all anons!

Oh, and 🐠 anon? As a tropical land inhabitant, I wish I could send you some of the sun that we have right now hehe! It's the kind that burns your skin even if you are fully clothed. Have some cake as compensation tho.

Nyehe, hello nutjob anon, izz alright, we're all busy!!!! And oh my god Ayato's a cat again–

Careful, he bites!reader: again? Mind explaining what do you mean by that, dear? I'm afraid I don't understand...

Okay but fr I'll be taking note of this... Shape shifting faceless!ayato would be phcking OP– dw faceless!ayato lore in the actual creepypasta is wild and I'm still wondering if I should remove details like Hu Tao being Itto's friend and all that lmao. Also as a fellow tropical inhabitant, wanna take our sun away? Please... Please it fricking b u r n s–

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"Sound asleep, I see..." A gloved hand brushes against your cheek, but it did not stir your slumber. He traces his thumb around the bridge of your nose before slowly cupping your face. Ayato leans in closer, his lilac eyes softly gazing at your vulnerable form, but his thoughts were not malicious.

"You haven't had sleep this nice in a while now, haven't you?" He whispered. "My dearest ██████."

For a moment, in the silence of the Kamisato Estate, the lord curled up to lay beside you like a cat would with their master. Alone with your presence and his thoughts, Kamisato Ayato pondered if the day will ever come...

That he'll finally reincarnate and have you in his arms again.

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Side note: GUYS I PROMISE I WON'T MATCH-UP FACELESS AYATO WITH ANYONE IN THE IDOL AU. YOU'RE SAFE FROM HIM I SWEAR–

I'm INCREDIBLY picky when it comes to ayato's match!!!! Him and Dainsleif– although I already found the latter's perfect producer (and his story has a working draft rn). Ayato is such a fricking menace so this is me each time I look at his candidates:

Cuz I know... I know I'd probably end up making his plot weird af and I don't think I can protect his match lmao.

I made it my agenda to:

Don't let Ayato kill anyone this time: especially anemo users

Idol!Ayato will not be a cat. Or an eldritch or Lovecraftian abomination.

I WON'T BRING UP GINSENG TEA AGAIN–

NO FACELESS AYATO.

I swear. I swear I'll make Ayato soft this time!!! I swear he won't be too bad in the idol!au!!! I PROMISE I WON'T MAKE HIM IRREDEEMABLE AGAIN–

[happi-tree]

im a lil late on the color asks i think but! scarlet cinnamon and lavender!! and razzmatazz. handing you candy like a kid trying to bribe a classmate

Dw about it, Travis! I've been a little late to responding afbakjfjkskvfs my laptop has been SUPER laggy lately </3 Hope things are going well for you, lovebird! 💗💗💗

SCARLET = You have influenced my decision/thoughts on something. CINNAMON = You’re a really cool person and admire you from afar. LAVENDER = You inspire me RAZZMATAZZ = I would share my favorite food with you

OMG bribe ACCEPTED :0c Hang on I'll give you one of my favorite candies so we can trade 🥰!!! Aaaaaaa I'm honored to have influenced your thoughts hehehe. What can I say I am very enthusiastic about my silly little hcs and aus! Tbh you have also influenced my thoughts on certain guys. *lifts you up above my head* hi everyone this is my mutual Travis they get Jodie like nobody else please like and subscribe to them for more correct Jodie opinions!!! Also ACK. Me. Cool 😳 but pspsps come closer,,, I have more candy and also I love talking with you,,, I don't bite I promise! I'm also. SO completely floored flummoxed and flustered by the lavender one that took me so off guard like. I inspire you??? 🥺🥺🥺 I'm so glad that I'm capable of doing that even if I don't quite know how and it's very sweet of you to say that! And lastly. Yes ofc I really like trying other people's favorite foods I'm sure your fave is delicious! Mentally I am returning the favor and we're going on a boba date(/p) immediately <333

[darlingpwease]

... :// oh heaven forbid I express happiness without getting criticized >:(( /j /nsrs You bite, they pinch. I- I think you should stay with biting,,, I don't think that you need to add pinching into the mix <//333

Oh, reading, writing, games, the stuff I mentioned before,, oops lol. But that's fair,, u resting is very important~~ <33 ...I'm gonna pretend I didn't read that <333 /t /hj [OH– ik I probably say this a lot but still, be careful and try not to overwork urself too much :))] I'M JUST AS SHOCKED– I thought I was gonna guess wrong again,,, /gen

(yes, I'm gaining the salt and pepper look early too!! /j Thats true, still a pain in the ass lol,, dw,, I'm looking forward to sleeping now lol I feel like an ostrich would fit more,, I try to hide lmao I don't wanna hear that from you >:(( Worm? Frog? Yet you also call me sweet names too?? We're going to be going back and forth again at this point >:(( /ht

It means I will sleep a lot. And if I sleep a little, my day will be full of on and off naps.

I can't even refute that. Instead I kinda wanna applaud you for finding the post... Ah,, let me stop you right there!! I agreed with being a frog as long as I don't become a worm!! /100000% gen AND SRS I STILL REMEMBER SOME THINGS!! /vvv gen + srs

your imagination is flourishing, darling /t I agree!! I'm a sucker for those especially when the gold are the highlights or used in details, it always makes artwork and architecture (and many other things too) look more majestic than before. The way people use it too is just really cool. Do you not think they fall under earth/nature related things?? /t Dark browns and greens, some beige colors too. ...okay, uhhh lets pause for a sec... Thats,, fair,,, but I'm pretty sure I talked about that before?? There's barely any bellies in my head (if at all). And if I were taken I would be acting very differently when speaking to you Dove, I promise lol. Plus I'm not even looking for something like that rn, so there should be no worries about being the 'other crumb.' being rotten on the other hand– /t

Ah, both?? yes yes... that does make sense.... Oh, oh no, I'm illiterate now,, but weirdly for only this section? Oh oh no oh well oops oh goodness well time to move onto something else– ...are u sure you did the test right, Dove?? WHAT

-panna cotta

of course; you're already acting teasingly, even though they're constantly trying to tame criticize you, so what kind of mess will you be when we stop doing this??? <///3 /t /hj why not??? I thought about it and decided that pinching you is much more effective than biting; we should start combining<333 /t

😧😧😧wow. I can only relax when I cuddle with a toy,,, you're interesting, boo~ then I will repeat once again that it is a pity that you have not grown even taller due to lack of sleep<///3 how do I roll you back to factory settings??? what is this sudden increase in the level of eloquence??? do you want to become a sweeter talker than you already are???

I sympathize; not that I can understand, I'm destined to remain forever young & beautiful<33 /t /j /nsrs yes;; fucking work with expired deadlines</3 that's good!!! so I can continue to rest while you work😋😋😋 trust me, 50% of your success is your lack of a bunny face, lovely~ of course!!! I love frogs and worms; when I was little, I often caught frogs and lizards to play with them, and dug up worms so that I could just let them go, since the moment of hunting interested me much more than doing something with them<3333 I still remember how I collected worms on the street in front of school (especially those who were trapped in puddles or could not move because they were crushed by someone) and carried them to the ground~ or when I walked around them just so as not to crush; so you're just wormphobic & frogphobic, panettone :///// not very panna cotta-ish of you :///////// /ht /hj I mean, it's normal for STRANGERS who DON'T KNOW EACH OTHER WELL and DON'T HAVE A LOT OF MEMORIES, so yeah, we can go back and forth until I get to know each other better >:3333 /t /j

ah,,,, it's so cute,,,,, I've often let friends sleep on my thighs before; I'd like to see your pretty sleeping face when you're not teasing or saying mean things<33 /t

it was very easy since I remembered him; it's good to have a memory /ht /j /neu no, no, you definitely agreed to become my worm!!! on the contrary, you said that instead of a frog you want to be a worm, because then they won't make a potion out of you<333 /1000000% gen<3333 heheh >:3333 you're wrong~ /t /j

not very peacemaker-ish of you~ /t /pos yes!!! it's just so beautiful,,,, it gives a certain antiquity and nobility to things<3333

[Janthina janthina / Liguus virgineus /Hinea brasiliana] ' fall under earth/nature related things' oh?

of course, there is no belly; instead, someone's glasses are there🤨🤨🤨 /j /t /nsrs If you start communicating with me differently one day, I will block you; NO non-single pies here, even panna cottas 3:<<< /hj /t /¾nsrs being a rotten crumb is a blessing, silly panna cotta<333 you may know a lot of crumbs, but do you know a lot of rotten crumbs? exactly~

It's okay, I can crawl out of the closet and we'll talk!!! I will be happy to explain to you what is hidden under the armor & why people are actually naked and you don't need to be shy about it. hey hey don't be sHY- /t /j of course, I made it up; now I will think about what sanctions to put forward for such an illiterate panna cotta~ yes!!! we urgently need to figure out what to do with you!!! everything always starts with rebellious and unfaithful panna cotta!!! 3:<<< /t /j

[gerrydelano]

feel COMPLETELY free to not answer this as you've got A Lot on right now and have already done a couple asks like this. but. since you've done a couple asks like this you're the only person I can think to ask lol, would you mind giving a run down on different causes of delusions? recently realized I had a delusional episode a few years ago and while I am looking into things on my own and looking into ~professional help~, it's a lot to get through and something consolidated would be nice xoxo

thank you for adding that i can feel free to not answer this, i appreciate the courtesy! but i actually want to explain why i’m not going to, because it goes beyond you and this ask, and beyond just not having the time or energy.

TL;DR - questions like this are asking a lot more of me than you realize, so i’m just going to establish a personal boundary as well as ask that people try to think a little more critically before casually requesting this sort of thing from strangers.

DISCLAIMER: i am fine and you are fine! i will still try to point you in the right direction, promise. i’m actually glad you just gave me an opportunity to say this, because it’s been on my mind for a while. sort of doing this as kind of a FAQ response that i can link in the future if it happens again, so i don’t have to restate all of this again! i’ve said it before, but i’d rather have it ALL in one place.

the fact that this ask threw my brain into “justify your inability to do this thing in a long essay” mode IS the precise problem (that you couldn’t possibly have known about; i am not pointing fingers or pulling out sudden expectations, promise.)

so, first, i want to say that i have NEVER felt like anyone has ever demanded this (literal service) of me. i am not at all accusing you of that, promise. i’m going to just take some time to explain why, even in the absence of that demand from others, i am the one who will put that obligation on myself, which means i need to take measures to keep myself out of that situation. this isn’t to insinuate that i’ve been treated badly, it’s not that! (on this blog yet, anyway. haha.) it’s just: “i am sick and i am trying to heal, by minding my own business.”

this ALSO doesn’t mean You Guys Can’t Ask Me Any Questions Anymore Ever. it just means please think critically about what you’re asking, and what you’re expecting to receive. whether i’ve indicated i Can or Want to talk about something, or whether i’m within my rights to even try and give you an answer. i’ve had people ask me about antiblackness as if i’m an authority, too, when i’m Definitely not! people ask me things because they think i’m Safer to ask sometimes, and it’s not actually okay. this is a little different, but still falls into the category of: please think of who you’re talking to before you hit send.

i’m largely writing this out for me, to practice establishing the logic in my own head because i personally need to like... write things out and repeat them to really get them to stick. and you wouldn’t know that about me because you don’t have to know it, but i need to make it clear when asks like this trigger a particular response in me that i am no longer going to allow to govern my hobbies.

this response is preventative, not reactionary!

so, i hope that makes sense! dividers for accessibility because this is still a big giant rant, oof.

okay, so, yes. i absolutely understand that it looks like i’m a good person to ask this of! i’m a little overly friendly in my responses, enthusiastic enough to Look like i have a lot of stamina for it, and yes, i’ve spoken up about things before! i’m open and i state all the time that i care and want to help, and i do. i put out a particular voice and image on this blog that feels welcoming, and i try to be that in general because i am tired of bitter dismissiveness and negativity.

but even that, as much truth as there is to it, is still kind of. an internet persona? we all have them.

and the things i talk about so enthusiastically are things that i not only personally experience, but get excited about getting the chance to talk about. it’s usually specifically in relation to writing and tackling underrepresentation, and normalizing things in fanfiction because i have a personal stake in that. writing that big dissociation post was, in part, just me infodumping about a special interest! it’s still ultimately about my own experience.

i’m not a trained psychologist, i’m not doing a Job. the responses i give to people for free are often equivalent to what would be a paid service from someone else, like. this is labour, it’s work. in my case, it’s volunteer work that i’m happy to do, but i do have to establish lines somewhere to protect my own health, as well.

i do have experience with delusions, yeah! but they’re not all that “severe” (at least in comparison to other things that kind of overtake my life More), and i don’t really. feel comfortable talking about my delusions in public to begin with. which, i would kind of have to in order to talk about this at all? because the way i personally communicate is by sharing anecdotes alongside research i do, to give context and kind of “evidence” that “this thing is definitely real, you’re not making it up or being dramatic.”

even by saying that right there^ is an example of me doing that. because i feel the need to over-explain myself, too, and make sure what i’m saying is understood. which comes from all sorts of other personal hangups that you would have no way of knowing about.

because you don’t know me from adam. you don’t know me at all, and i don’t know you. so i’m not mad that you don’t know! i’m not mad at all. but i need to remind probably a LOT of people that this kind of thing falls into the realm of parasocial relationships, and i’ve been wanting to assert boundaries about that for quite some time.

it’s funny to make jokes about being a beholding bitch because total strangers come up to me and spill their problems all the time, but the fact of the matter is: it is exhausting, and a lot of the time, kind of super inappropriate.

i’m not even a mental health blogger. this is my fandom blog, i’m here to have fun and relax and probably daydream about gerry keay.

i’ve experienced this before where people just sort of... start treating me like i’m a walking DSM because i look like i know what i’m talking about, but just because i know my own "ailments” (as my maybe-former-boss calls them lol) really well doesn’t mean i’m an expert or an authority on Everything. to assume i know All The Causes Of Delusions is a little bit presumptuous and also way too vague for me to even have a starting point? 

i talk about dissociation, autism, and a few times OCD. i don’t think i’ve ever indicated anywhere (at least not in an inviting way) that i know ANYTHING about delusions to begin with. mental health/illness is way too broad a topic to assume that someone knowing a lot about one thing means they know jack about anything else. it’s a HUGE topic, delusions alone are a MASSIVE topic i could not Begin to feel equipped to tackle, even as someone who has them.

so many things can cause delusions. psychosis, BPD (which is called borderline because “it exists on the borderline of psychosis and neurosis,” fun fact!), anything on the schizo-spectrum. a shitload of mental health disorders once you rule out drugs or environmental causes; of which there are many!

things like severe gaslighting and even just substances in your home? you can literally end up with delusions because of a mold infestation in your living space. if it has a hallucinogenic property, you can get fucked right up over that. if you use psychoactive drugs, those can cause temporary or longer term delusions depending. and just because they’re caused by an outside factor doesn’t mean they’re not happening, etc. all these things DO have to be considered depending on the person’s personal experience; i do not know yours.

i’d have to do actual research to find more than those ones i have at the top of my head. and that means, this is now a responsibility that i never really signed up for and no one really has the right to ask of me or anyone else who has not already consented to this type of, again, labour.

there are blogs out there that purposefully sign up to be this kind of resource to people like you who are just shopping around trying to understand something very broad. there’s a search function right here on tumblr if you want to find some blogs that lay it out a little bit more succinctly or are easier to navigate than all these super dense medical sites, or even just my personal ramblings that are admittedly and purposefully informal because i’m here for me, at the end of the day. 

i don’t have much else and i don’t want my one space to become a job, it’s happened before and it was not fun or okay. this is just me saying i don’t want to let that happen again, and nipping it in the bud before it can. i’m not letting MYSELF do that To Myself, you know?

and again, i know you personally added on that i could choose not to answer this, and i know i could have just let it be. but even getting these questions at all taps into my instinct towards obligation. i personally, Literally Can’t just let it be or ignore someone.

i know you may not know that, depending how long you’ve been here, but i have a longstanding problem with my inbox where i feel contractually obligated to answer Every Single Ask I Get with so much energy and effort and enthusiasm that it burns me out, and sometimes really fucks with MY mental health. 

which means, i have been trying to establish boundaries and taking breaks to keep myself on level; which i’ve been doing! and i’m still doing, by answering this the way i am. i’m not trying to say that you triggered me or put me in a bad position with this ask as much as i want to make something broadly clear for anyone who might cross this line in the future, because i know it’s accidental. 

and y’know. even saying that is me sugarcoating this a little? i’m not even obligated to be this way about it, i just don’t want anyone to get mad at me for establishing boundaries. and the fact that i’m worried about that at all kind of proves my point.

i don’t want to hurt myself for something i don’t even need to do. i need to practice setting personal boundaries and conserving my energy and taking care of myself without feeling like i’ve betrayed anonymous tumblr user #394 because i didn’t have the energy or experience to answer the heavy question they technically shouldn’t even be relying on me to answer.

i don’t think everyone realizes exactly how much they’re asking when they send these messages to people? an anonymous message on tumblr to a user you don’t know? even this ask was, unintentionally i’m sure, a little... flippant? the ~tildes~ and xoxo at the end make it read a little bit like... this was very easy and inconsequential for you to send to me, like you aren’t thinking too much about how much you’re asking for?

and if the response to me saying “this is a lot” is something akin to “no it isn’t, just google it!” then, like... why didn’t YOU google it. why is it my job to google it For You?

not assuming you’d respond that way ofc i’m just, generalizing because i know you as well as you know me! which is diddly squat. 

before this, you would have had no IDEA how much more complicated my brain makes this tiny little situation out to be, you have no idea that i have personal baggage surrounding obligation and duty, you have no idea my OCD makes me freak out about making sure i say Everything, you have no idea what i do and do not experience strongly enough to feel confident speaking on. you just don’t know! and so, like... why are you asking me?

it may have seemed very simple to ask this, especially because you added that i could ignore it if i wanted to, but the thing is: i couldn’t ignore it. please keep it in mind for the future, and with not even just ME; other bloggers who get a lot of asks feel this way, too, it can be really overwhelming even without the specific problem i have. examine your parasocial relationships, guys. online personas aren’t actually, like. your friends? and we’re sure not your therapist.

so, back to this specific thing. 

general rule of thumb: if i’d have to google it to research it in order to answer your question, you can typically go do that yourself. you already said you’re looking into things on your own and looking into ~professional help~ so, like. why should... i take on that responsibility to do it for you?

i know it’s a lot, but it’s also yours. i know that it’s better to do this stuff with help, but i am not in your support system, i’m not your friend or family, i don’t know who you are. and no, you don’t have to know someone personally to help them! i try to help people every chance i get. 

but you do sort of have to know someone a little better than you could possibly know me in order to ask them for this kind of help. either that, or pay them.

i’m not well researched on delusions. i am NOT educated enough to give you answers, and i don’t feel comfortable acting as though i could ever give as comprehensive a response to it as someone who has more focused experience on tending to their own delusions in particular. and i’d say go find someone else to ask, but that’s not fair to them, either?

don’t ask random people these questions, in general. look purposefully for RESOURCES, and the blogs set up deliberately TO tackle these issues and give you those resources already, by people who are actively asking To Be Asked. look in the #actuallypsychotic and #actuallydelusional tags, poke around and tag hop until you find bloggers that WANT to spend their time answering questions like this; they’re going to know what they’re talking about.

it’s far more appropriate, it helps everyone involved because they clearly LIKE it, and you Will get better answers from them in general. chances are, your questions have already been answered, and you can find that answer if you look in the right places! especially if you’re not in a rush.

this just really isn’t the place :-( i’m just a little guy. i’ve always appreciated that people trust me and seem to respect my input, but i’d appreciate a little more if we could also just keep in mind to respect people’s boundaries, privacy, and other potentially unspoken experiences, too. not just for me, but as a general praxis. please be mindful of parasocial tendencies overall! it’s easy to feel like you know someone because they’re sort of friendly when they talk in public, but there’s still a gulf there.

and good luck, honestly! i do really hope you find the answers you’re looking for.

[marc-spectorr]

I wanna say hi to you and the lovely annons and that I hope your day is going well.

🙄⚠️☺️ these are my 3 emojis all I ask is that you make the reader snarky I'm in a mood today lol 🤣

Ps.

Also when you start starwars I hope you get the chance to watch the mandolorian. I love him and if could Mary any character it would be between him and the moon boys. Okay sails out ✌️

heeey love, it’s always a pleasure seeing you in my inbox 🥰 and hehe the mandolorian is def on my watchlist, can’t wait to get to that show :)

anyway, hope you like this one!

pairing: marc spector x reader

warnings: angy reader, but dw it’s fluffy!

“Come on, babe. I said I was sorry! If I had known that you’d be this upset about it, I wouldn’t have done it.”

Marc’s statement is met with a sly roll of your eyes, followed by a grumbled huff in agitation. You’d been in such a great mood before all of this. The weather today had been clear and sunny; you found a nice parking spot right in front of your office. Lunch was delicious, and you were looking forward to coming home to your fiancé and watching your favorite show's season finale together.

But things soured for you when you stepped inside the flat, catching Marc lounging on the couch, feet kicked up on the coffee table as closing credits run on the television screen. You had recognized the theme song in a split second, realizing that he’d seen the much-anticipated episode in your absence, which he’d adamantly promised not to do.

“Gosh, Marc. You couldn’t wait, huh?” you mutter, irritated at the way he’s chuckling under his breath as if this is the funniest thing in the world. “If you can’t keep your simple promise to wait for me until I get home so that we can watch our show together, how am I supposed to believe that you’ll promise to love me forever?”

You lift your left hand and point at the shimmering diamond ring on your finger for dramatic effect. That’s when the laughter stops. 

Got him.

Marc pushes himself off the sofa and makes quick strides across the room. You cross your arms against your chest when he finally reaches you, pulling you into a tight embrace.

“I’m sorry, I really am. I have no excuse as to why I didn’t wait. None,” Marc tells you, pressing soft kisses all around your face as you maintain the displeased expression covering your features. “But please forgive me. I love you, okay? I love you, I love you, I will forever love you. I’ll watch the finale with you again and won’t spoil anything, promise.”

“Promises, promises…” you mumble sarcastically. Even though much of the initial anger and annoyance has passed, you quite like poking fun at Marc, who’s willing to do just about anything and everything for you now. “Hmm, I don’t think I can ever believe a word that comes out of your mouth again.”

He lets out a heavy exhale, and you bite back the amused giggle rising from your chest. Marc looks absolutely defeated, apologetic. His dark brown eyes show regret while they plead for your forgiveness.

A smirk curls at your lips as you breathe out a resigned sigh. “Fine, you’re alright, Marc. I forgive you, but don’t think I’ll allow something like this to slide easily next time.”

“I swear, I won’t do it again. I just got curious, you know? But that doesn’t matter now. Go shower and change; I’ll run downstairs and buy you a tub of that ice cream you like from the convenience store, my treat.”

Marc lays one more kiss on your lips, then swiftly rushes out of the apartment, leaving you to shake your head at how much you truly love this man.

[l1ana]

Dating Peter Parker while being Eddies' younger sister would include...

Dedicated to @gaynessnyoom for giving me this idea tysm bb

———

You had moved in with Eddie, claiming that you needed a place to crash at for some time

Which was odd since you were in college

Whatever, Eddie loved you with his entire being. Obviously, he let you in without hesitation

To be quite frank, he was getting tired of being alone accompanied with a blood hungy parasite every day

You staying at his place clearly made days much more brighter

You both loved exchanging stories about one another during your time apart and laughed it up

When Venom came into the picture, things didn't really change much besides you and him having constant arguments on which sort of sweets were better

Venom made an oath at the moment he saw you to protect you from whatever harm may come your way with the same amount of force that he protects Eddie with

They both loved you like a daughter — In spite of Eddie being your older brother

Your pictures of different monuments and various attractions served as good fuel for his career

Photography was your more proficient skill

One day while you were walking around the city, snapping a few pics, you saw it— Or rather, him

Spider-man, the hero of Queens

Lounging in an alleyway, sat in a hammock made of spiderwebs with a pair of headphones on

His red and blue color pallet immediately caught your eyes and you took a picture with no second thoughts

While you were fawning over catching a picture of someone so famous, the camera flash had caused the spandex-attired male to turn in your direction

Oh dear how he felt his heartbeat speed up three times than usual

Good lord you were a goddess in his eyes

He was stammering and tripping over his own words, unable to get anything out

There goes his spiderman charm

“So you're the real deal, huh?” You asked, stepping into the alleyway while looking up at him

“M-mhm, yup. In the flesh— whoa!” He stood up in his hammock but immediately lost balance, slipping and falling into the dumpster besides you. His head popped up from the pile of garbage bags

“More like in the spandex...” A gag came from your lips. “...And rotten foods.” You giggled, plucking a half-eaten banana from off his head

‘Im in love’ He thought then and there

From that point on, a beautiful relationship formed between you and Spiderman, the both of you meeting up in secluded areas of the city and exchanging joyous words every day

The time you and his geeky self -aka Peter Parker- met up was when you and Eddie paid a visit to the Bugle, in search for some juicy news to cover and report on

Peter had intentionally bumped into you in hopes to start up any sort of small talk. It was then that he found out that you wanted to dig deeper into Spidermans background and find out more about him

He promised to take you out, claiming that he had some “interesting spots that Spiderman likes to hang out at”

Of course, you took his words and set off with him

Eddie and Venom were definitely cautious of Peter

‘We should bite his head off.’ “Venom, no.” ‘What if he takes advantage of her?’ “He seems like a nice guy. Besides, [Name] can take care of herself.” ‘He's checking her out, Eddie.’ “...” ‘Exactly.’

Eddie sighed, speaking up to call your name. “Hey, uh, [Name],” You whipped your head around, grabbing Peters hand to stop him from walking off without you. “Yeah? What's up?” Eddie sighed again, probably anticipating you to feel offense to what he said: “I know that you're, uh, grown and all but... Y'know, be safe out there. Don't wander into the unknown, kay?” But instead you laughed at him in the most innocent way possible. “Don't worry, don't worry. I can stand my own.” And smiled so brightly it made his worries wash away.

And just like that, you were gone

‘We should follow them’ “Can you not? I'd like to respect her privacy as a grown woman, thank you very much.”

Sightseeing new places was definetly checked off of your bucket list

Peter practically dragged you everywhere he found to be a great site for dates

Yes, he was trying to find a way to turn this into a date

And yes, he was worried on whether you'd catch on to it or not

Most of the places he went to, he was commonly known in

“Hey Peter, who's the lucky girl?”

Que the blushing nerd

“She's, uh, new in town. I'm just taking her to some places Spiderman likes to stop by to. A-also, we're just aqquantices.”

“Haha, yeah. Well try not to confuse where the line ends at, okay?”

You and him were pretty much already talked about to be a couple

It was extremely embarassing for Peter, whilst you displayed no problem with what they were saying

Soon enough, you earned a spot in the Bugle as a worker, right in the same position as Peter

“[Name]? Wh-what are you-” “Guess who found a new job?~” He swore his heartbeat could be heard from miles away

You and Peter poking fun at one another

When he first grew the balls and finally asked you on a date, your affirmation had him absolutely ecstatic

Him taking you to one of the places he told you that his alter-ego liked to hang out at, which to say was spotted at a high-up place where you could see the city sparkle beautifully

“D-dude... This is awesome...!” “Not as awesome as you.” Peter would whisper under his breath, to which you'd clocked your head round and ask him to repeat what he said. “Nothing.” He replied with a sweat

A devious grin grew on your face. “Peeeeeettteeerr~” You sang. At that moment, the brunet knew he was screwed. “You like me don't you?”

Welp

Time to jump off the building and hopefully land into another dumpster ans roll away never to be seen again

“I-I-I mean, well, I guess if you mean by having a strong sense of attraction towards you then... M-maybe I...” “Awww, you totally do~” You have him a quick peck on the lips, then ruffling his hair. “Well, I like you more so don't start thinking that I don't!” Poor boy fainted on the spot

Eddie and Venom getting a tad bit worried of you whenever you claimed you were going out late at night

‘Where is she going?’ “To mind her own business, much like you should be doing.”

Most of the time when you did do so, you'd be skipping to Peters apartment

q̶u̶i̶c̶k̶ r̶e̶m̶i̶n̶d̶e̶r̶ t̶h̶a̶t̶ y̶o̶u̶ a̶n̶d̶ p̶e̶t̶e̶ a̶r̶e̶ a̶d̶u̶l̶t̶s̶, l̶i̶k̶e̶ i̶n̶ y̶o̶u̶r̶ 1̶9̶s̶

Whenever Eddie heard you enter the apartment at such a late time at night, he'd just start fearing that you would walk right back out

He loved you so much and really didn't want to see you leave his life again

The concern on his face when he'd found out you brought your own appartment room had mortified you

“You're honestly... Gonna go?”

“Oh chill out Ed. I'm just down the street, okay? Nothing bad is gonna happen to your little sister so quit whining.” You'd reassure with a light kiss on his forehead. “You too, Venom. I know you're worried about me and as flattering as that is I'd appreciate it if you saw me capable to take care of myself, thanks.”

Of course, you paid visits to them every now and then just so that neither would get this feeling of loneliness again

Peter helped spruce up your apartment room with some of his own decor

“You sure this okay?” “Of course, I've always wanted a part of me inside you—” He mentally slapped himself to stop something he knew was inevitable. “I-I-I mean, like, I uh.... I...”

Quick and steamy makeout sessions to stop his stammering

Very gentle™ when having sex

Like, neither of you are virgins and are aware of what goes on during intercourse but still

Also, he made sure to put a condom on so dw

Remember kids: You can't make love without a glove

Don't be a fool, cover your tool

Don't be silly and wrap your willy-

You loved running your fingers into his hair w̶h̶i̶l̶e̶ h̶e̶ r̶e̶a̶r̶r̶a̶n̶g̶e̶d̶ y̶o̶u̶r̶ i̶n̶s̶i̶d̶e̶s̶ w̶i̶t̶h̶ h̶i̶s̶ d̶i̶c̶k̶ because of how soft and curly they were

Apparently he was sensitive to you tugging his hair cuz the moment you did he was melting into your body

G̶u̶e̶s̶s̶ w̶h̶o̶ f̶o̶u̶n̶d̶ a̶ w̶a̶y̶ t̶o̶ t̶u̶r̶n̶ P̶e̶t̶e̶r̶ P̶a̶r̶k̶e̶r̶ i̶n̶t̶o̶ a̶ s̶u̶b̶?

Eddie would drop by your job sometimes just to check in on you, and would usually catch you in mid-talk with Peter

‘Is this the guy she's been going out late at night with?' “Can you at least try to be supportive of her decisions?” ‘You're worried for her... WE'RE worried for her.’

He always came in unnoticed and left unnoticed, much to his relief because he didn't want to seem like a stalker in your eyes

When you finally decided to let both Eddie and Venom into your house, they had devoured a quarter of your food that was meant to be for Peter for tomorrows dinner

Not like you told him that you and Peter were a thing

“We're sorry for eating all your food...” “It's okay. I understand. We all get hungry sometimes.”

Later that same night after Peter dropped by, you both setteled for pizza with a side of takeout

“So do I wanna know about the how, where and why a majority of your food is gone?”

“No,” You took a bite of your pizza “No you do not.”

Romcoms were tonights theme

“Do you think we'll ever be like those guys on TV?” “Peter, we're even better than them.”

Smothering him in smooches whenever he's feeling down

Lots of snuggles

Always coming through the fire escape part of his apartment and greeting him from there

Too bad big brother Venom and Eddie were stalking you

“When were you going to tell us about your male companion?” A familiar voice asked as you unlocked your apartment door and walked in, the lights clicking on

Oh fuck

Okay I've reached the limit, time to make a part 2