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sweetshuga · 3 days ago

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「 𝑪𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝑪𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒚 ✧ 𝑪.𝑺 」

«series masterlist»

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: Mentions of death and I think that’s it ’cause this is more of an intro (lore drop) than a real chapter.

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 𝟏.𝟖 𝒌

𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓’𝒔 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆: I dunno how well this’ll do, but even if it flops I will continue it ’cause the concept is way too good to js let go. Also, this chapter is pre-written! I’m still on a writing break (meaning I won’t write much, only when I feel like it).

𝑲𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝑰𝒏 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒅: English is not my first language!

𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: Your hatred for your sister grew tremendously during middle school. Until you finally found the heart to forgive her when you transferred to a new school. Only for her to get with the guy you like and break your trust all over again.

Chapter zero: Twins forever...?

You and your twin sister were inseparable, always by each other’s side- No, let’s not sugarcoat it.

She was the second born and even though you were identical twins, she was the golden child, the popular one, the prettier one, the smarter one.

You were a naïve kid, a people pleaser from a young age. You let everyone treat you like the innocent girl you were.

But your sister was the exact opposite.

She was a little genius, playing with people as if they were her own personal dolls. She’d bat her eyelashes, play the innocent card and blame you for whatever trouble she caused.

And the worst part? Everyone believed her.

You took all the blame like an idiot, but you used to adore your sister so you never spoke up. You truly believed when she said you and her had a special bond and should never lie to each other or snitch on one another—or the bond would break.

A little mastermind, wasn’t she?

You didn’t even take a second to question when she began wanting everything you had.

"She’s my twin so it isn’t odd for her to want the same things as me." Is what you always told yourself.

But you realized all too late how bad it had become.

It was around mid may during the second year of middle school, the weather was warm and inviting, and you had finally decided to confess to the boy you had been crushing on for a while.

You arrived at the back of the school, where you told him to meet you at, and instead of seeing the guy standing there alone and waiting for you, you saw something that had you blinking in confusion.

You saw your sister beside him, both of them leaning against the wall of the school, talking and laughing, too close to each other for it to be a casual, friendly chat.

That’s when you heard something that made your heart drop.

"I like you, do you wanna go out with me?" Your sister asked, followed by the blonde boy’s overly enthusiastic response.

"Really? I mean- Yeah, I’d love to."

You felt betrayed. Utterly fucking betrayed.

You had told her about the boy you liked and she even encouraged you to confess that exact day. Hell, she was the one that told you to tell him to meet you at the back of the school building, so you wouldn’t have to worry about unwanted attention from passerbys.

You thought she was being considerate, helping her sister out, wanting you to be happy. But you could not have been more wrong.

She knew you were watching.

And she wanted to see how far it could go. How much she could take before you broke.

That’s how she became obsessed with taking the spotlight from you, wanting everything you had, and more.

And it wasn’t long before you finally saw her true intentions. You couldn’t believe how blind you had been.

Sure, you knew she wasn’t as innocent as she made herself out to be, but you’d never have thought things would go this far.

You began to distance yourself from her. Bit by bit.

Every time you’d buy something you wanted for yourself, you’d hide it, make sure she’d never get to know about it. And you started to keep your crushes a secret, not wanting her to know, in fear of her dating them.

You were so so careful for years.

Until grade 10. That’s when Chris came along.

Due to some complications with the house you lived in, your family had to move, and after some searching, your parents found a cozy home in Somerville, Massachusetts.

It was a given that you’d move schools and that terrified you.

You were never one to be out and social, always behind your sister—in her shadows—when you were younger. Maybe that was why you relied on her so much despite how she treated you.

"Are you nervous, Candy?" Your sister asked, fixing her hair in her pink little pocket mirror, as your father drove you both to your new school.

"Yeah... You’re not?" You asked back, wiping your clammy hands on your skirt nervously.

She turned her head towards you, pausing her movements, and just stared at you for a moment, studying you almost. Then, as sudden as her silence was, came the sweet giggle.

"Of course not. It’s fun." She said, smiling as she looked back in the mirror in her hand, her expression completely different from the strange one she gave you. "You’ll get to meet new people and make new friends. Right, dad?"

Your father briefly looked in the rear-view mirror at you two and smiled fondly, speaking in that gruff but soft tone, the one that never failed to make you feel safe and loved. "Of course, sweetheart. You’ll make so many new friends. I’m sure my girls will be just fine."

His reassurance made some of the tension in your shoulders ease, but the anxiousness was still present.

When you arrived at the new school, your sister linked arms with you and pulled you towards the entrance enthusiastically.

As much as you told yourself you despised her, you couldn’t help but feel slightly lighter thanks to her contagious enthusiasm.

With the help of a teacher, you two found the classroom you’re supposed to be in and knocked on the door.

A homely looking woman opened the classroom door and her face broke into a warm smile, ushering you two into the classroom before closing the door behind you two.

She walked to the middle of the white board, followed by you and your sister, and cleared her throat loudly, catching the majority of the students’ attention.

"So, as you all know, there are two new students transferring to our class. Remember to treat them kindly." She said, in a gentle tone with enough firmness to hold authority.

The teacher then turned towards you and your sister with that same kind smile. "Well, why don’t you introduce yourselves?"

Your sister began before you could, her bright smile and sparkling eyes immediately catching the attention of the students.

"My name is Cherry and I have a twin sister," she turned her head towards you and smiled, pulling you closer by the arm, before turning back towards the class, "her name is Candy."

"We have a lot of hobbies and I think it’ll take too long to name them all so I won’t, but I hope we all can get along!" Her cheerfulness contrasted starkly with your shy smile and quiet nature.

The teacher assigned you seats. Your sister sat in the front with a bubbly blonde girl while you sat beside a brunette boy, his attention fully on his phone—which he hid under his desk whenever the teacher passed by.

During a lull in the lesson, you accidentally brushed your arm against the boy’s. Goosebumps immediately broke out on your arm at the contact and you scooted away from him, almost sitting at the edge of your chair.

The boy seemed to notice your reaction, a small smirk creeping up his lips.

"You don’t have to look so startled, you know?" He tried to hide his amusement but the teasing tone in his voice was painfully noticeable.

You looked up at him, finally making eye contact and only now noticing how good looking he was.

"I... I’m sorry...?" Even you didn’t know what you were apologizing for.

The guy laughed heartily, receiving a warning glare from the teacher, making him quiet down to small giggles.

"Sorry, didn’t mean to laugh at you..." He softened his grin, genuinely apologetic. "It’s just, you don’t have to apologize. I was just teasing you... Let’s get along, okay?"

You nodded slowly and muttered. "Okay."

His smile had your heart feeling like it was melting and doing somersaults at once.

Maybe your sister was right.

Transferring wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

You were stupid. Too stupid to remember your sister’s antics and told her about your crush on Chris during lunch.

"You know Chris?" You asked, taking a bite out of your sandwich.

"Yeah, of course I do. He’s the boy that’s been hanging around you like a puppy." She teased, sipping from her box of apple juice.

"Cherry!" You laughed. "He doesn’t hang around me like a puppy."

"Candy, he does. Maybe you’re just too blind to see it." She grinned, her eyes softening ever so slightly as she watched you laugh before schooling her expression back to the teasing one.

"I think... I mean, I know I do." You stammered, face heating up as you took a sip from your water bottle, hoping it’ll do something to help the sudden pang of nervousness.

"You know what?" She cocked an eyebrow, a teasing smirk on her lips that she didn’t try to hide.

You took a slow breath and mumbled quickly. "I have a crush on Chris-" "I know."

You paused, blinking at your sister, and she simply grinned at you.

"It’s painstakingly obvious you like him. You have your heart on your sleeves, Candy. It’s a surprise Chris doesn’t know you like him... Or maybe he does~" She giggled loudly when she saw your eyes widen.

"Don’t joke about that," you mumbled, taking another bite out of your sandwich.

Cherry just laughed, leaving a few teasing remarks before stopping.

A few days went by after that conversation and you began to notice how much closer your sister was to Chris than before.

Chris was, of course, kind to your sister as well, hanging out with you both. His brothers sometimes joined when you went to his house.

Everything was going well. You even decided not to hold any bad feelings towards your sister, forgiving her and simply living your high school life like you wanted to.

It was obvious to everyone that Chris treated you a little differently than he did to his other friends. Like you were something precious. And you held that to your heart.

You were his best friend. Were.

Slowly, but surely, your sister took your place as his best friend. And Chris let her.

Before you knew it, they had begun dating.

The news made your stomach churn. But what could you even do?

There was nothing you could do.

And that killed you.

Seeing the guy you loved with her, laughing and looking genuinely happy—as if he really, truly, loved her—broke you.

Then, on the night of your graduation day, your sister was unfortunately hit by a car while she was on her way to Chris’s house.

Unfortunate indeed.

Although your twin sister passed away, you didn’t feel sad. Not one bit. You didn’t cry. Didn’t even shed a single tear.

Her funeral was on an awfully sunny day. As if reflecting how much of a bright person she was.

You felt sick to your stomach and not because she was dead but because it felt like you were in a nightmare, looking at your own corpse being lowered six feet underground.

She was your twin sister after all. Identical twins to be exact.

But she’s gone now.

You can finally live the way you want without fearing she’ll steal the things you value the most. You can finally have what was yours first.

You can finally have him.

End of chapter zero

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paulyenvol6 · 16 hours ago

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Based on this amazing request (Thank you so much, I had a blast writing this :)). Just wanted to let you know that I haven't watched Materialists yet so I'm sorry if I wasn't able to capture Harry's character so well, but I tried my best! Anyways, enjoy <3

Contains: fluff, sweetness overload, brief mentions of anxiety and panic, little bit of crying but nothing heavy, mentions of alcohol, kissing, suggestive tension

Wordcount: 7,796

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You nibbled at your thumb and instantly cursed yourself as you dropped your hand.

You weren't supposed to be so nervous. And you certainly weren't supposed to fall back into your old habits and bite your nails out of nervousness. This was just a date after all, a nice dinner at a beautiful restaurant to see how the two of you would be going along.

On one hand you didn't want to go into this with too many expectations. But when you thought about Harry, his gentle smile and soft brown eyes you couldn't help it. You couldn't help but feel your heart clench and as much as it could be caused by sheer anxiety, part of you knew that after your first meeting at the wedding last week, you sort of had a little… crush? Who could blame you, really? He was a dream. A perfect, surreal dream that was almost too good to be real.

"Hi!"

You twirled around, clumsy hands reaching for the wall of the building next to the restaurant to ground yourself and prevent yourself from stumbling.

"H-Hi, Harry," you smiled, your heartrate shooting up, but the curl of your lips genuine. Then your gaze dropped to what he was holding in his left hand and this time your heartbeat didn't fasten, but on the contrary, it stopped for a brief moment. He had a bouquet of flowers in his hand, with shades of purple and violet catching your eyes as you took in the various tulips, asters, petunias, and clematis.

"Oh," you made and involutarily squeezed your eyes shut in embarrassement. This was the worst reply you could think of. No 'thank you' or 'wow', just a stupid 'oh'.

"It's very good to see you," Harry said, smirking as he handed you the bouquet of flowers. "For you. You mentioned that purple is your favorite color, so I thought…"

He left the sentence unfinished, but your eyes were on the bright purple anyway. The muscles around your mouth were twitching and tingling, an untamable chaos thrumming in your stomach as you took the bouquet with trembling hands and then looked up to him again.

Say something. Thank you. Anything.

"Thank you so much," you eventually said, a little too late, but still reasonable.

"You're welcome," he answered, invitingly raising his eyebrows."I can carry the bouquet while we go inside. It might be a bit unwieldy. Besides, you've got your purse."

You blinked a few times and all you were able to think about was how dumb and slow you must look to him. It took you an extra 10 seconds to process each of his words, and then you responded with as few words as possible.

"Yeah, that'd be great. And really, thank you. I love the color purple and the flowers are so pretty." You were content with yourself now, softly exhaling as Harry glanced at your profile while offering you his arm.

"I'm glad. There were two bouquets I liked and had to choose between and I wasn't really sure which one to take, but I was in a rush because I obviously didn't want to make you wait and so I was forced to make a decision. Sorry for being a little late by the way."

You chuckled, turning toward him while taking his arm.

"You were not late. I was a bit too early."

Harry pushed the door open, but you were too absentminded to observe your surroundings such as the waiter standing by the door, the dimly lit interior of the italian restaurante, the bar and the flower bouquets by the entrance that didn't quite match the color of your flowers, but didn't look any less pretty. You were so taken by Harry, he was like a black hole sucking in all your attention and making you hyperaware of every single detail of him – the things you had already noticed the day you had met him as well as the new ones. The little scar on his hairline, the few grey strands highlighting his thick black hair and of course his indistinct smile. The way it seemed to reach his eyes at once, making them shimmer and radiate warmth and comfort, which you found remarkable considering the fact that you had only just met him.

Harry exchanged a few words with the waiter, but you couldn't hear them. Not just because you were daydreaming about the man next to you, but also because of the loud noises in the restaurant. For a moment you feared that the muffled mumuring and loud laughter might impose a struggle for your conversation, but it turned out the waiter was leading you to a table slightly away from the others. The distant piano music was still in your ear, but a lot more subtle now and so was the mumbling from the other guests.

Harry, the polite gentleman that he was, pulled back the chair, waited until you had sat down and then adjusted it while you smiled over your shoulder.

"Thank you. Your manners really are remarkable. I almost feel bad because I wasn't taught all of this."

He grinned while taking his seat across the table.

"Don't. I like things to be a little romantic. Or, you know… I like a retro vibe at times. But I don't demand or - or god forbid expect the same from the people around me."

You nodded and ran your eyes over the cutlery spread out in front of you, swallowing at the sight of four spoons, four knives, and four forks. This was an expensive establishment and although you weren't surprised by Harry taking you somewhere fancy, you still felt a little lost.

"It's so beautiful in here. I love the tapestries and the paintings. Do you come here often?"

"Not really. I like to save this place for special occasions."

God he was a flirt and the wink of his left eye didn't exactly improve the situation. You were his special occasion and despite acknowledging his words for a polite gesture, you found that it wouldn't have been necessary to answer that way. Maybe…, just maybe he actually saw potential for this, just like you did.

"But do you have any recommendations?" you wanted to know, hoping that the slight flushness on your face would be swallowed by the bad lightning.

"They have good pasta. I had the mushroom pasta once and I liked it," Harry answered with such a welcoming smile that you felt like your awkwardness didn't matter at all. He was encouraging you, giving you signs that none of this was odd or uncomfortable with subtle gestures such as his flashing eyes or his soft tone when he was adressing you.

"Maybe I'm gonna try that one then," you said more to yourself and dropped your eyes to the menu. The prices next to the selections of food were making your eyes widen, but you had a strong feeling, Harry hadn't accidentally chosen this place. At least you didn't want to order the most expensive meal on the menu, so you actually decided to go with the mushroom pasta.

"How was your day?" Harry asked once the waiter had taken your orders (Pasta Arrabiata for your date) and leaned over the table, elbows resting on the surface.

"Oh whatever," you wryly grinned, swinging your head to the side as you made yourself comfortable on the cushion.

"What does that mean?" he asked, wrinkling his forehead.

"Work was a little stressful. And I got into a fight with my sister. But you know… I was just thinking of our dinner tonight and that kept me going."

Harry returned the smile, his hand toying with the salt shaker, but his eyes on you.

"You wanna talk about it?"

"Yes. If you really wanna know… My sister's getting married soon and I wanna be supportive and patient and you know, be calm even when she freaks out, but today I don't know…" You sighed, wiping over your eyes. "I was stressed because of work and then we met for lunch and I immediatly saw how nervous and restless she was and so we were both kind of strained and had a fight. Over something stupid, it doesn't even really matter. But now I feel bad because I feel like I have to be a better sister and I'm unsupportive because this is such a special time for her and I wasn't there for her today."

Harry nodded in understanding, biting down on his lip as he watched you.

"I'm sorry. But your feelings are valid too. You felt stressed and overloaded and that means you deserve someone to be there for you too."

You carefully glanced up to him, feeling so relieved and touched by his words, but regretful over the fact that it had taken less than 5 minutes for you to complain and pour your heart out to him. What must he think of you? That you were an emotionally unstable drama queen who wasn't capable of having normal small talk? You sighed, forcing your lips to curl into a smile.

"Thank you. And… I'm sorry, I don't wanna bother you with my problems now while we are in such a nice place. How was your day?"

Harry lowly chuckled, chewing on his bottom lip and was just about to say something when the waiter came to bring your beverages. A bottle of Sangiovese and two glasses that he placed in front of the two of you. After he had poured you an appropriate amount of the deep red liquid, Harry looked at you again.

"Now I forgot what I wanted to say… Oh yeah I know: don't apologise, okay? I'm glad you feel comfortable talking to me about stuff like this and I'm happy to listen. And you're not bothering me with it. If it makes you feel better, I'm all ears for you. Okay?"

You laughed, your finger tracing the base of the wine glass and a telling pink creeping up on your cheeks.

How could someone be that nice?

Your face was glowing, your heart pounding in your chest as you gave him a nod.

"Good," he answered, leaning back in his chair and raising his glass along with you.

"To good conversation then," he grinned and your glasses gently clinked together, producing a soft, tinkling sound.

"Damn small talk," you joined and then took a careful sip from the wine.

"Oh it's good," you said once you had removed the glass from your lips and put it back down on the table.

"It is. And I thought it would go well with both of your pastas." Harry did the same thing as you, lowering the glass and then tilting his head.

"Oh and you asked about my day… Not that stressful fortunately. But I did have a weird encounter with a cat on my way to work."

"With a cat?" you giggled.

"Yeah. She wouldn't stop following me until I was about to step into the office building. I don't know what it was, but I guess I should feel flattered."

You smirked and rested your chin on your palm, watching Harry with a sparkle in your eyes.

"You should've adopted her. Maybe you just met your soulmate."

"I do hope that my soulmate is not a cat," he scoffed. "And maybe I need to keep myself available for now. Not jump into a new relationship while I'm getting to know someone as lovely as you."

You almost shuddered at his words, a warm shiver rushing down your spine in the most comforting way.

"You're right about that. And I mean I couldn't possibly compete with a cat like that. Especially when she's so loyal to you."

Harry winked, taking another sip from his wine.

"I don't think you have to worry about that. Not being able to compete with a cat, I mean."

The two of you laughed and only now did you realise how comfortable and at ease you were. There was no trace left of the initial nervousness and you could only once again silently thank Harry for his endearing and calm nature.

Soon the food came and a little later the two of you were deeply invested in a hot-headed discussion about literature. You found out about his love for modernism and that his favorite author was Kafka and long after your plates were empty and all that was left of the wine were a few stains at the edge of the glasses, your conversation drifted to music. Harry turned out to be a big fan of 70s and 80s music and you were more than happy to have found an equally passionate counterpart when it came to your favourite bands and musicians. And then, noticing your yawns that grew more regular over time, Harry cleared his throat, dimples visible as he raised his eyebrows.

"Are you tired?" he asked, his voice so soft and husky that you felt goosebumps rise on your arms.

"Yes, a little. I think it would be good to get home soon, I have to be at work early tomorrow," you admitted, apologetically pursing your lips.

"Of course. How did you get here, do you want me to drive you home?" he asked, but already scanned the restaurant for a waiter.

"No, no, that's alright. I took the subway."

He stopped in the motion, his gaze lingering on your eyes and a frown visible on his brow.

"I'm not gonna let you take the subway so late. I'm afraid I have to insist."

You were doubtful, but couldn't deny the bubbly coil in your stomach area. He was sweet and affectionate and unfortunately you were the kind of person to fall for stuff like that.

"But it's not really on your way, is it?" you whispered nonetheless because you really didn't want him to waste his time and be the reason for it.

"Y/n," he said, carefully, almost shyly, placing his hand on top of yours, which made the corners of your mouth lift.

"I want to drive you home. It's about 15 minutes. Otherwise you would have to take the train and not only wouldn't it be safe, but this is much faster. Please let me."

What were you to say against this? You found you had no choice but to approve, but thanked him a million times in the next few minutes until Harry once again stated that you were doing him a favor by letting him drive you.

"I wouldn't be able to have a peaceful drive home if I was worried about your safety."

Then you stayed silent about the topic and found yourself in his passenger seat five minutes later. His expensive passenger seat, as it might be worth mentioning. The leather felt cool against your naked thigh and although Harry had told you that he drove the black mercedes for almost 4 years now, it still smelled new and fresh. Of warm vinyl, something clean and money.

Harry had held you the door open and now walked around the car to take his seat on the other side.

"Ready to go?" he asked once the two of you had fastened your belts and glanced at your profile with a mischievous smile.

"Always," you replied and then the bright lights around you, the distanced red of some traffic lights, the logo of a cinema across the street and the lights behind the restaurant winows began dancing before your eyes as Harry started the drive to your apartment.

"I had a really good time tonight," he said after a few seconds, his eyes on the street, but his pupils flickering like he had to fight the urge not to look at you to watch you for your reaction.

"So did I. I would love to do it again," you answered, but then furrowed your brow. "But I can't have you invite me to such an expensive restaurant again, Harry. Although this was probably the best pasta I've ever had."

"Then why not? I like making you happy and I don't mind. But if you really want to do something else, I know a nice bar just down the street. We could meet there and grab something to drink later this week. Maybe it would also be better to do something earlier so you won't be tired for work the next day."

You had to bite your lip, partly because you loved the way he cared about you, remembering all the little signs and things you had said earlier, but also because the prospect of going out with him again this week made you fear for the sound that might escape your throat.

"I would love that. Just tell me when and where," you grinned and excitedly intertwined your fingers.

"Perfect. What do you think about Thursday? I get off work at 6, so maybe 7?"

You could only nod with a stupid smile glued to your lips, but Harry couldn't see it anyways.

"So we're making plans before you have even dropped me off�� I'd say that's a good sign, right?"

His teeth scraped his lower lip, a brief glimpse in your direction the only answer you received.

You tapped on your phone screen, your breath coming out in sharp hitches.

6:57.

You would make it, you were sure. The bar was just around the corner and you still had 3 minutes, so you just had to hurry up a little. But you didn't want to be soaked with sweat when you arrived.

What was more important? Being on time or your face not glistening with sweat?

Fuck it, you thought and slowed down. One or two minutes too late wasn't a big deal. Last time you had waited for Harry for 5 minutes, but to be fair, you had been 10 minutes early. You briefly closed your eyes, shaking your head to clear your mind and forcing your racing breath to calm down. Everything would be fine and overthinking it would only make you more nervous.

You were heading around the corner now, blinking a few times at the sun-drowned street and raising your hand to protect your eyes from the soft, golden rays. You looked at your phone again. 5:59 and no text from Harry.

A part of you, a strange, anxious and insecure part of you feared to get a massage cancelling the date from him, but at the same time the rational part of you knew that he wouldn't do that. It was him after all.

Him, who you hadn't been able to stop thinking about for the past two days. Him, who had been haunting your mind like a ghost howling around a scary, decayed lodge and him, who was now standing in front of the bar a few feet away from you.

You waved, but instantly felt awkward doing it so you lowered your hand. Harry had noticed you though and turned toward you, the smile on his face visible even from the distance.

"Hey!" he said once you were in reach and determindely took a step toward you, pulling you in for a gentle hug, which you welcomed with an inaudible happy sigh. He was so warm, so soft and big. His hands were on your back, sprawled out on the small of your back and stroking up and down your clothed skin.

"Very good to see you. You look beautiful" he said against your hair.

It took you much too long to answer him, your senses overstimulated and cloudy from the smell of his aftershave in your nose, but when you eventually did, Harry had already withdrawn, leaving you disappointed that the body contact had ended so soon.

"Thank you, so do you. And I'm happy to see you too. How have you been doing? Any more weird encounters with cats?"

"Oh way too many," Harry answered, chuckling softly and putting his hands in his front pockets.

He looked absolutely gorgeous tonight, wearing a black turtelneck, a jacket and plain, grey tousers that fitted him suspiciously well. So well that you were almost sure they were tailored to his body.

"But no, she luckily left me alone. You get aaaaall my attention tonight, I swear. Should we go in? Then you gotta tell me about the concert. I'm just happy to see you and the band wasn't so taken by you that they took you on tour with them."

Harry placed a hand on the small of your back, gently guiding you to the door and you immediately felt your heartrate picking up as the warmth of his palm spread in your body. You just hoped that it wouldn't be too hot inside because you were already struggling here, the air somehow stuffy although a cool breeze was blowing through the city.

Soft piano music was lingering in the air as Harry opened the door, taking a step aside, so you could enter the bar. You were welcomed by indistinct mumbling combined with the tinkling jazz notes the woman by the piano produced with her elegant slender hands dancing over the keyboard.

"Over there?" you said over your shoulder, your hand gesturing to a table in the corner of the bar, and approached it once Harry had given you a nod.

The butterflies were awakened at the sight of him taking off his jacket and putting it over his chair. Tonight you noticed a ring on his pinky finger, a green emerald if your eyes weren't mistaken by the dim light.

"And?" Harry said loudly to overcast the noises from a larger group of people gathered by the counter.

"What?" you asked, frowning in confusion.

"Tell me about the concert."

"Oh right. It was amazing. Absolutely amazing. My friend and I were at the venue at like… I think like 3pm and I'm eternally grateful to her for calling in sick for the afternoon just so we could be there early. I don't think my legs are every gonna recover from standing so long, but it was amazing. And it was worth it, we were second row."

You wore a broad smile, your eyes sparkling as you told about the perfect night that had happened the day before and reached for your phone in your back pocket.

"You wanna see a picture?"

"Sure," Harry said, leaning over the table to watch the photos on your phone.

"Oh wow. You really had a great view. And – oh I see... the bass you told me about."

"Yes," you grinned proudly, turning your phone so you could take another look at the instrument of your dreams.

"It sounded soooo good, you wouldn't be able to imagine it. And to take a look at it from up close? It was more than I could pray for. And of course the band… They were magical. One of the best concerts I've ever been to, and the crowd, the vibes… I'm already missing it."

Harry watched your screen for a few more seconds before leaning back in his chair again, wrinkles around his eyes as he tapped with his fingers over the wooden surface of the table.

"I'm really glad you had a good time and everything turned out so well. Do you know how many people were there?"

"Mhmm I'm really bad at estimating stuff like that, but maybe… I don't know, like 4000 people? It wasn't a large show, but not super small either."

With trembling hands you put the phone back into your pocket. Not only because just thinking about the show from last night made you all excited and pumped with adrenaline again, but also because you almost lost it at the way Harry seemed genuinely interested in what you had been doing and were telling him right now. You felt appreciated and seen. Like this man sincerely wanted to know about you and what was going on in your life and you could honestly say that no man had ever made you feel like that.

"But what about you? Anything special that happened the last days?"

Harry thoughtfully pursed his lips, scratching his temple and crossing his legs under the table.

"I met with my brother, which was nice. But apart from that just a lot of work. Which is fine, I don't wanna complain, but I almost feel bad that this is all I can report from the last two days."

"No, don't. I don't go to a concert every week. This was special for me too."

Harry smiled at you, taking in your face and the softness around your eyes. His knee briefly brushed against your leg, making your heart skip a beat and you wondered how you would ever be able to initiate any kind of physical contact if you reacted to the briefest touch of his knee like that.

"Good. I don't wanna lie to you, I'm not the biggest party person. I like going out like this or have dinner at a restaurant or go to the movies, but my favorite nights are nights in."

"I get that. I love a solid night on the couch with a good movie and takeout food."

At this point, you were interrupted by a waiter taking your orders which consisted of two beers, but once he was gone, Harry picked up the conversation right where it had stopped.

"Noted," he smirked and you would have giggled like a teenage girl, hadn't you swallowed the sound in the last second.

"Did I mention that I have pets, by the way?" you tried to avert from your childish reaction, planting your elbows on the table.

"No, you haven't. What pets?"

"You can guess. I give you three options, but it's a bit unusual."

Harry narrowed his eyes, but nodded.

"Okay. I'm all ears."

"A: Two sand boas, B: axolotls or C: an ant colony."

You triumphantly glanced at him, watching as you could hear it rattle behind his scalp and challengingly lifting your eyebrows once Harry opened his mouth.

"I'm going for… Okay let me explain my thought process: It's not the axolotl. I don't know why, there is no explanation, but I just don't see you with one."

"Do you know me that well already, Harry Castillo?" you hissed through small eyes, but Harry just laughed it off and pointed at you.

"No, no, no. Don't you play mind tricks with me. I mean it could be the axolotl. But I don't think so for some reason. In my head you wouldn't really like them. And then… I think a sand boa is a bit more conventional, right? I think I'm saying A. Just because… I honestly really don't know why, but I pick A."

You hesitated for a moment, savouring the curious and prying look from your opposite before you slowly folded your hands in front of you.

"It's C. The ant colony."

Harry's face dropped, a fist bumping on the table as his face drew with exasperation.

"Damn it. But honestly… I'd call it a win. I said that it's not the axolotl and I was right. I just know you."

"Harry, you said A. And it was C. I wouldn't call that a win."

The two of you broke into laughter, your body vibrating until Harry chewed on his bottom lip.

"So an ant colony… That's cool. How did you come up with it?"

Before you could answer, your beers were brought to the table, your warm, sweaty hands instantly reaching for the cold glass. When the waiter was gone, you cleared your throat.

"That's actually a very good question. My family and I had a big garden growing up with lots of insects obviously. My mother loves gardening and she always specifically planted plants that are bee and butterfly friendly. My sisters and I always used to play in the garden and I don't know, maybe it's just some childhood thing, but a couple of years ago I was thinking about having a little pet in my apartment and I knew that my place would be much too small for a dog or cat so I thought why not something smaller."

"And you went for the very small ones," Harry chuckled, wrapping a hand around his glass.

"I did, yeah. But I love them. They are easy to keep, they aren't a lot of work but I still like looking at them. They might not be as cute as a dog, but in my apartment that would be animal cruelty. I wouldn't have enough time for a dog anyway."

"I get that. I love dogs too, but I would only get one if I lived in the countryside. Ants are nice though. They don't make loud noises or take up much space. Although… I haven't asked how big the terrarium is."

He watched you with acted suspicion, eliciting a scoff from you.

"Don't worry, it's not that large. There are around 400 of them. I keep them in a terrarium on a shelf in my bedroom."

You raised your glass and winked.

"What're we drinking to today?" you asked. "Please not ants."

Harry sniggered, lifting his glass as well and twisting his lips.

"Then… maybe to us?"

"Cheers," you replied, softly clinging your beer against his, your eyes locked and everything around you suddenly very unimportant.

An hour and a half later, the noises in the bar grew louder. The group by the bar was now severely drunk, producing a volume of laughter fitting their level of intoxication.

"Would you like to go?" Harry fought against the chattering, leaning over the table to get closer to your ear. "It's so loud in here and I'm afraid we're gonna lose our voices."

You gave him a short nod, looking around for a waiter, but Harry sensed what you were about to do before you could act.

"Let me, okay?" he said and put a large hand on top of yours.

"But Harry, come on, I – "

"I invited you, haven't I?" he smiled, but there was something genuinely pleadingful in his eyes that made you let out a soft laughter.

"Damn it," you made, but sank back in the chair while Harry made eye contact with a waiter.

"I'm feeling genuinely bad, Harry. You can't just invite me all of the time, I feel… I just feel bad."

"Please don't. How many times do I have to tell you? You make me happy by letting me pay the bill. And once again: I invited you and asked you on a date. So it only makes sense that I pay."

With determined and deliberate hands he grabbed the bill the waiter had left there and took out his briefcase. Fortunately, you had only been in a bar after all so the check wouldn't be too high.

Soon he was done, had left a generous tip and rose to his feet while you did the same. Leaving the bar, you felt his warm hand on your back again and this time, walking through a dense crowd, you were even more grateful for it. The cold air outside hit you like a sharp smack in the face, the air knocked out of your lungs. Goosebumps instantly spread on your naked arms and legs like a disease and Harry certainly didn't have to be a genius to notice the signs of your coldness.

"Take that," he said at once, taking off his jacket and putting it around your shoulders.

"Oh my god, thank you. But tell me if you're freezing," you replied, immediately feeling a comforting warmth travelling from your stomach through your body and to every last fingertip, but you couldn't be certain that the change was caused by the jacket and not just the mere gesture.

"No problem. I'm all good."

He turned toward you with his body, your gaze catching at his broad chest and you silently cursed yourself for being so obvious.

"I had an amazing night. Thank you," you said instead to distract him from your telling stare.

"So did I. I… Actually I wanted to know if you would like to come over to my apartment for a bit. We could have a drink and have a chat in a more quiet place if you want to. If not that's fine of course. I can also just drop you off at your place."

Your heartbeat was thundering up your throat, both excitement and the fear of saying something wrong making your head dizzy.

"No, I would love that. I would love to go to your place. Thank you."

And so it happened. Harry opened the passenger door for you, waited until you were inside, closed it and then walked around the car just like he had done two nights ago. Within the blink of an eye, he sat next to you, hands on the steering wheel, but his gaze lingering on your eyes.

"You really look pretty tonight. Not that it's an exception though."

"Thank you, Harry. Thank you for everything, you are… you are the sweetest."

You didn't know where that unfamiliar boldness was coming from, but it seemed to have the desired effect. Harry gave you a wide grin and then started the car while you were getting comfortable in the passenger seat.

"You say 'thank you' too often. It's cute, you know, but you don't have to."

"Maybe I just want to be cute."

Jesus Christ, was that the alcohol speaking out of you?

You hadn't had much to drink, not more than a single glass, but you felt so… light and courgeous. You had nothing to lose and Harry had given you more than one signal during your two dates. He definitely was interested and so were you, so what were you waiting for?

"I can promise you, you don't need that to be cute. I'm more than satisfied with what I got."

His voice was low and a little raspy and frankly, it drove you insane. This was so much better than in the bar where the two of you had to scream just so you could hear one another.

"Alright then. That's all I've wanted in the first place."

With one last mischievous dart in your direction Harry activated the indicators and drove out of the parking space heading west where his apartment was located. It wasn't more than a ten minute drive and time passed so quick that you were almost surprised when Harry slowed down, looked over his shoulder and parked the car right by a very fancy looking apartment building. During the drive, the car had been filled with chatter and laughter, a flirty kind of tension still heavy in the air at all times, but now that Harry had parked the car, unbuckled the seatbelt and opened the driver's door, most of the playfulness was gone and something hot and intense was lingering around the two of you like a cloud.

A quiet 'Wow' escaped your mouth at the sight of the expensive cars parked by the building and you most certainly didn't have to be very smart to figure out what kind of neighbourhood you were visiting right now. Harry had seen your look of sheer baffle, but didn't comment it, instead unlocking the door and holding it open for you.

"Welcome, my lady."

You quietly giggled, curiously stepped inside and found yourself in front of a door with the name 'Castillo' next to the doorbell plate a minute after the two of you had walked up a few stairs.

Everything here screamed luxury, the warm walnut wood that coated the walls, radiating a soft and effortless warmth without being too obnoxious, a thick carpet floor that swallowed the sound of your heels on the ground with each step and this very specific scent in the air. It was nothing radical, nothing aggressive or stark. Just a faint, soft hint of cedar. Or was it pine? You didn't know, all you knew was that it reminded you of something woody, something that made a warm and coiling feeling of comfort gush from your heart.

"There… we go," Harry murmured as he opened the door to his apartment and once again, a sound of amasement catched in your throat.

The last thing you wanted was to make the impression that you were reducing him to his money and you most certainly didn't. It was him, his character and gentle nature that had swept you off your feet and you were sure that nothing would change that, no matter how often he would insist on paying the bill or how many times you would step into this impressive apartment of his. It was Harry you were here for. It was him you wanted to see across the table while having dinner and it was him you wanted to be led through the apartment by. And you still wanted all of these things even if the two of you were eating at a McDonalds and Harry was leading you through a rancid barn.

Nonetheless, the beauty and elegance of his apartment could not be denied. The marble floor, the spacious hallway that was stretching to a door that looked like it led to the living area and the few paintings decorating the walls were marvelous and you told Harry so.

"It's lovely, Harry."

He turned around, giving you a smile that looked almost shy and then stopped in his motion.

"You're lovely."

Your heart stopped and it wasn't just because of his words. It was his eyes that looked even more puppy-like in the subdued light of his apartment. And god he looked beautiful in his black turtleneck shirt, showing off his broad shoulders and muscular arms.

Slowly, he approached you, his eyes on you at all times and with each step he took, your legs seemed to become weaker. By the time he had reached you, you felt like you were about to faint, your head spinning and your hands playing with the hem of your skirt.

"Can I kiss you?" Harry murmured when all that was separating you from him was a few cubic centimeters of hot, steamy air.

"Yes," you breathed and then your lips finally connected and all of this tension and pressure that had accumulated over the past few hours (past few days actually) was finally released.

His lips were soft and careful at first, like he was still trying to savour the moment and not go all in immediately. Like he wanted to slowly explore you, not rush things, but enjoy every new inch of tender skin one by one. Take his time with you. He gently took your bottom lip between his, sucking and covering it with small kisses and all it took was a minute of his sweet treatment for you to start sighing.

In the meantime, Harry's hands were on your waist, palming you through your dress while yours were combing through the babyhair in his neck, twisting single strands around your fingers.

And yet, when his hands wandered down your side, touching your bare skin right where your dress ended, you stiffened up. Not because you didn't like his hands on your body and not because you had changed your mind about Harry. But his intentions were clear, his mouth hungry and demanding against yours and somehow you didn't feel ready yet. It was just… you couldn't even describe it in your head, but this thing between Harry and you was special. Beautiful and delicate, new and unfamiliar, but something that you wanted to savour to the very last drop. And not that you felt appalled by him – you had actually been drooling over him like an animal all night – but it was in that moment that you realised what you wanted was to wait. You didn't know for how long, maybe you would like to sleep with him on your next date, but you knew tonight was too fast for you. Therefore you felt yourself tense up and Harry seemed to notice it as well.

"Are you alright?" he asked against your lips, hands on your legs coming to a stop and his face withdrawing just a little bit.

"Yes. But… can we wait a little? I don't know, just… I don't feel ready for that step yet."

His expression softened and you felt a wave of relief crash upon you. You had feared, almost expected to find his first red flag because honestly, how could a man be that perfect, but he once again turned out to be understanding and caring.

"Of course," he whispered, his voice so low and gentle, your legs started to tremble. "You don't need to explain yourself. We can wait for as long as you want to."

He stepped away from you, one corner of his mouth lifting while he gestured to a door across the hallway.

"I'm sorry. I was really rude overrunning you like this, I just… I couldn't help myself."

"No, no. I enjoyed the kiss, I really did. And I – I feel drawn to you. I thought I made that obvious. I don't know, I guess I just wanna explore things slowly. Wait until it feels right and maybe tonight would just be a little too rushed for me. But that doesn't mean I'm not interested, really."

You didn't know why, but suddenly tears were swimming in your eyes. Maybe it was overload or the fear of pushing him away. What if you were sending the wrong signals and Harry wouldn't ask you on another date because he thought you had lost interest? That couldn't be further from the truth and the anxiety of having just rammed a deep gorge between the two of you made you panic, eyes big and wet with frustration about yourself. Why couldn't you just kiss him back, proceed and spend the night with him? Why couldn't you just feel ready and kiss him with the same passion and a clear head? Why had there been those doubtful thoughts swirling in your head?

"Hey," Harry suddenly made, reaching for your hand and squeezing it gently like he was afraid to hurt you.

"It's okay… It's all good, there's no need to panic," he hushed you, but you just shook your head.

"Come. Let's get you inside."

Harry slowly, yet determindely guided you into his living room and then to the couch. The cushions creaked when the two of you sank down, his worried gaze on the wetness gushing from the corners of your eyes at once.

"Listen to me okay? We're all good, aren't we? There's absolutely no reason to feel bad. Please, I don't ever want you to feel bad for not wanting something. This is important, okay? I'm so happy you told me about your boundaries and you should be really proud of yourself. You think either of us would've had a good time if we did something that you're uncomfortable with?"

His words had a good effect on you, the lump in your throat slowly dissolving and yet you weren't quite ready to accept his affectionate words yet.

"But – But I don't know why. I mean, I don't know why I wanna wait, because… because I like how things are going right now, but in that moment… I don't know, I just felt that I wasn't ready for it. Maybe… I don't know, maybe I just need a little more time. If you're willing to give me that time."

Your round eyes shyly glanced at him and you had to swallow as Harry briefly sighed before taking your hands into his.

"Oh y/n… You think that's the only reason I'm going out with you? You think that's all I'm after? I'll give you as much time as you need, hell, I don't care how much time you need, I'm doing this because I'm interested in you. I, shit, I don't want this to be too much for a third date, but I really like you. I… I can feel that there's something between us and if you're willing to go on another date with me I'd love to figure out what it is."

You exhaled again and it felt amazing. Fresh air was entering your lungs, your chest heaving heavily with the newly found freedom.

"Yes. Of course I want that. I'm really sorry for this whole drama, jesus… I didn't plan on crying, but I guess some things you just don't see coming."

"Don't apologise for that…," he murmured, briefly brushing with his thumb over your knuckles.

"But actually I'm rather concerned about the picture you have of me. I don't want you to think of me as this kind of guy who only dates for the one thing. I mean, yes, I couldn't really hold back tonight because I was just… in awe of how beautiful you look, but as I said, that's not why I asked you on this date. I want you to know that, okay? I asked you because I think you're smart and funny and interesting and I just feel comfortable around you."

You swallowed hard, but this time because his words moved you in a way that was making your throat dry.

"Thank you, Harry," you whispered, slightly moving closer to him. "I don't think of you that way. I guess I was just panicking because I thought that you might feel like I'm pushing you away. Which is the opposite of what I want. I felt like I wasn't giving enough and like I was risking it all by telling you that it was going too quickly for me. Because I thought maybe it's not going fast enough for you. But I feel comfortable around you too and I wanna get to know you better. I wanna know all about you and – and just see where this is going. Because I'm optimistic about this."

You smiled and Harry returned the most sincere and gentle smile you had ever seen. It was the kind of smile that you wished you were the first person in his life to receive.

"Is that okay?" he then said, draping an arm around your shoulders and caressing your skin.

"Yes," you replied and even slightly crouched against him until your head was resting on his shoulder.

"Good. Do you wanna drink something, by the way? Sorry, I'm a really bad host today."

You chuckled, eyes closed and your face gleaming with sheer satisfaction and peace with the moment.

"It's alright. I'm good. I would just like to stay like that for a while," you grinned, unaware of Harry's admiring gaze on your profile and perhaps it was for the better, he thought.

He didn't want to deter you with these feelings he had about you.

They were fragile and new, yet to be figured out, but already so intense that he couldn't believe this was basically your second date.

"Okay," he purred, his lips still curled into a grin long after the word had left his mouth.

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mona-risms · 2 days ago

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whats goodie gang its the mira headcanons anon. i gotta say THANK YOU FOR THE FOODDD. also im back for more bc i fear your writing absolutely blew me away.

anyways may i request nsfw headcanons for mira w/ an afab reader? and kinda random but perchance could you throw a strap in there somewhere? okay bye (lifts up arms floats away into the sky)

◆ MAIN COURSE: sub!Mira x dom!afab!Reader

◆ TYPE: NSFW, romantic

◆ ALLERGEN WARNINGS: None I think??

◆ NOTES: First off I'M GLAD YOU LIKED IT and second off I love her too bro I gotchu 🫡

OH MY GOD. I LOVE YOU. I love anyone who reqs afab reader actually BUT STILL.

Okay. OKAY. First off other people may say that this woman would prefer the dominant role BUT. This is a sub character blog. And I swear I have justification for Mira okay I swear I do

It's the fact that before she got into HUNTR/X, she's never really fit anywhere. Not with people in society, not with friends, certainly as hell not with her family. Before them, she thought that she'd never have a place where she could just.. belong, and honestly something like that can get ANYONE to feel like they're on some sort of constant survival mode as she refuses to let anyone see any sort of vulnerability that they may use against her

But then there was HUNTR/X, the people she considers the family she doesn't even wanna lose, no matter what. And then there was you. You, who gave her the time, the space, the understanding, instead of dismissing her for her unsavoury bluntness or thinking that she was nothing but a very prickly problem

I think your first time together wouldn't be until like. A bit later in the relationship, I think give or take around 6 months. Being in a relationship w her in the first place already means she trusts you more than most, but getting intimate with each other? First of all, an idol's schedule is BUSYYYYY idk if there'd be any time for that kinda thing, especially not when you're considered the Top 1 K-Pop unit. Second of all?

"We don't have to do anything, if you don't want to."

The words barely register in Mira's brain, the sound and sensation of her own heartbeat overrideing any other senses she had. When it does, however, her head snaps to look at you dead in the eyes, having to look up slightly due to your position—she was sat on the bed, with you having slipped into her lap in the midst of a particularly heated make-out session.

"Huh?"

"Your face," you lifted your hand up to tuck a few strands of pink hair behind her studded ear, "you look scared. We can stop."

She felt her heart squeeze, and a tingling heat in her core. It wasn't because of the way you dragged your hand from her ear.. to ghost her jaw.. before settling on her chin as your thumb lightly traced her bottom lip, though it did help a lot. Rather, it was moreso due to the way you had looked at her—years of living like you were nothing but a problematic inconvenience because your presence was too loud, and yet there was just this person who was willing to wait and listen anyway instead of walking away.

You looked at her like she hung the moon, what the hell was she supposed to do about that?

"No, it's--" The idol cleared her throat before trying again, her voice smaller than both of you had ever expected, "I'm not scared, just.. you're not.. going to think I'm too much to handle after this, right? I've never really done anything with anyone."

"Never let anyone get close enough?"

"Fuck you," there was no anger in her words. "..Yeah."

You just let out a hum, as if the two of you were discussing the weather rather than sex. And then you shook your head as your hand then went from her chin.. down to her the middle of her chest, "I'm not going to think you're 'too much', but we both know you'd rather see it than hear it. So." And you push lightly, "Lie down. Let me demonstrate."

A traitorous blush coated Mira's cheeks, the colour visible within the moon's glow. The light push couldn't ever be enough to knock her down, but she let herself fall back anyway, her hair sprawling behind her like a halo.

She finds herself enclosed within your arms a mere few seconds later when you crawl over to hover above the cool beauty, your lover. And in that very moment, when you duck down to trace kisses down her body while clothes are slowly discarded from both of your bodies, it feels as if the two of you are the only people in the world.

"Instead of 'too much'," you continued when you finally reached the apex of her thighs, wet and glistening, "I'll make sure you feel like you're mine instead.

Mira feels as if she really belonged.

Anyway proceeding to the actual NSFW hcs :3

Start off with Mira's part on this post bc I feel the need to address it again thank you

I think she'd absolutely ADORE soft sex actually. Listen throw away kinks for a second, right. She's gone without care for so long just bc her being a 'problem chold' and being outspoken would def equal to not needing any proper emotional care bc why would she need that? Clearly she can handle it all on her own, right? WRONG she actually needs to be taken care of. Finger her while holding her close so that she can cling to you, even after she cums all over your hand

Apart from that though honestly I feel like she'd be into bondage and acting like a brat. There's something about pretending to struggle and resist—emphasis on the 'pretending' bc be so fr all three girls could snap anyone like a Kit Kat bar thanks to their training—that has her thighs squeezing together. It's like a form of reclaiming I guess? Since everyone else thought she was too much trouble, and yet now she's sprawled on the bed and even the punishment for being a bad girl's sweeter than sin for her

Turnoffs........I don't think she'd enjoy titles much, like 'mommy' and such. Genuinely not for any reason apart from she personally isn't into it, which honestly fair enough girl. Idk if she'd enjoy petplay either, or degredation in general—it has her getting her hackles raised so fucking fast. Light degredation woukd be fine, esp when it's later on in the relationship and she 's more than comfortable with you now. But not too much yk

Creamer and someone who's definitely REALLY into overstim. Anyway

Also? A size queen actually 😄

Whenever Mira jokes by going full deadpan, sometimes you can't tell whether she's being serious or not. And that's perfectly fine, because either way it was usually going to end up entertaining one way or another.

You didn't think it'd apply to a talk about dildos, though.

In the midst of aftercare after a particularly taxing session, the lazy topics between you had somehow migrated to the talk of toys; the type the two of you would like, making fun of toher specific toys, and then...

And then there was the sizes.

You brought up getting your girlfriend the biggest, the most monstrous, the most diabolical strap you'd ever find. And her answer?

"Do it."

You really, really weren't sure if she was joking or not.

..Until today, when in the middle of eating her out, she reached underneath her bed just to reveal a blank box that held.. well, the exact thing that Mira's cunt now tried to hold onto despite you pistoning your hips over and over.

It wasn't the biggest, or the most monstrous, but it was definitely diabolical. You had to open her up slowly with a lot of lube, stretching her out with one finger.. then two.. then three, making sure that she could at LEAST take the start. The rest? The two of you decided to work it out as you went. ..Though it didn't feel like there was much 'figuring out' being done, not as if you were complaining—Mira's nails clawed at the sheets as she let out a series of sultry moans and curses under her breath, all while she moved her hips as if she were on some very enthusiastic autopiloting.

Her speech was jagged at best and utterly incomprehensible at worst, but she clenched on your strap as if it were something real—it couldn't even do so properly, not when it was already stretched out as is.

And you could never forget the stunned face she made when you put it on.. and the way her body shook as she came for god knows how many times now as she buried her head in her pillows in an attempt to shut herself up.

JUST SAYING AFTERCARW IS SO SOSOSOSOSOSO IMPORTANT TO HER!!! She gets so endearingly quiet as the two of you just lay there for who knows how long. And she'll also ask if you wanna get anything to eat/get delivered. AND she'll ask you if you wanted anything before she passed out for a nice nap

It just turns into a cuddle sesh and honestly? What more could anyone ask for?

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floralmelancolie · 3 days ago

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I really want Alhaitham and mind break but I’m not sure how to get there. Hmmmm maybe Alhaitham requesting his partner mind break him bc he’s too tired from his new sage duties and wanting a break? Or he’s been a brat talking down to his partner/get an attitude and needs to be taught a lesson?

Could be marathon sex, bondage, blindfold, ??? or whatever you have in mind I’m flexible

Thank you 💚

i've had this sitting in my inbox for a bit but haven't taken the time to answer >< i'm sorry to keep you waiting, anonnie. i hope you enjoy. i know alhaitham is going to !!

just a forewarning, i headcannon alhaitham as autistic. as someone who is diagnosed myself, i feel that when i write him, i tend to project those tendencies and experiences with sex as an autistic person onto him. !!! sorry if that takes you out of the smut.

i think that alhaitham would be open about his needs to feel out of control. that lovely, floaty, feeling that only comes from being dominated, the flutters in his chest when you play with his body so carefully. you know all his weak points, exactly where to touch him to get him riled up.

alhaitham's body is a livewire, sensitive and hot. hands tied behind his pin-straight back, flexing softly to test the tightness of the restraints. his torso is taught, chest rising and cheeks flushing in anticipation.

"no need to talk tonight, okay?" you whisper in his ear, fingers tracing gentle circles on his back. "just feel for me."

alhaitham nods slowly, swallowing down the cotton in his throat. he knows what he needs to do for you-- lay there and be a good boy. he likes it like this, when you pull his body apart, and put him back together. tightness coils in his tummy, and he mumbles a firm noise of assent.

it's vulnerable, he thinks, as you pull the blindfold down over his eyes, but that loss of sense makes it all the more powerful as your hands crawl from their spot on his shoulder blades down to his nipples, hardened from the cold air in your shared room. he can feel your weight pressed reassuringly against his back, warmth radiating from skin to skin.

alhaitham's breath hitches as you pinch down on his chest, rolling the nipples between your fingers. the sensation shoots straight to his cock, stiffened already. he presses his thighs tighter to alleviate the pressure, but it only serves to shoot sparks up his spine at the touch.

"needy tonight, huh? you want it that bad?" you mutter, giving a harsh tug at his nipples, puffy and swollen from your ministrations. alhaitham goes to reply, but you cut him off with a kiss and a nibble on his earlobe. "don't answer that. just sit and be pretty."

yeah, yeah. alhaitham thinks he likes that thought, head feeling foggy as he leans his weight back onto your chest. just sit dumb and cute and let your body be played with.

your hands leave his nipples, cold air perking them up further. the sensitivity makes him feel funny, but your hand is-- oh, it's warm and tight and stroking him so good. his thighs shoot tighter together, but with your free hand, you smack them apart.

"behave. let me use you."

alhaitham obliges fastly, legs spreading as far as he can stretch them. your hand tightens around the tip of his leaking cock, thumb pressing into the slit wetly. and it's so loud, it feels so good and wet, and alhaitham wishes he could see the way your hands are feeling him up.

"love, i have a surprise. it'll make you feel real good." you coo, kissing down the nape of his neck and feeling around for the small object you had hid from your lover. you grasp it in your hand, warming the toy slightly as your hand strokes down to hold the base of alhaitham's cock.

"you're gonna feel a little sensitive at first baby, so you remember what to do if you don't like it, right? you can answer this time."

"mmh," he says, tongue feeling heavy in his mouth. but alhaitham knows. he knows you wouldn't do anything that won't make him feel good. that warmth and reassurance settles heavy next to the heat in his chest, and he cuddles back into your chest, a soft rumble in his throat.

"okay, in a few seconds i'll start it. you'll like it, love. trust me, and feel."

a soft buzzing rings in alhaitham's ears, and before he knows it, sparks are shooting from behind his eyes and his tummy is churning. you press the vibrator on the spot that makes him squirm like crazy, firm buzzing just under the head of his cock.

alhaitham's back stretches taut, and a loud squeak leaves his throat. it's so much, too much, his head is spinning, fingers tingling-- and his orgasm sweeps over him almost anti-climatically, ears ringing as cum spurts from his cock and ropes over his swollen chest. it's such a gentle, calm feeling, safety. warmth in your arms, tiredness sweeping over his body.

but you don't move the vibrator from his cock, and the cycle starts again. his chest burns with the heaves and gasps of his moans, and he can feel just a small bit of drool creeping from the corner of his mouth, but his tongue is too heavy for him to bother to lick it up. alhaitham's toes curl, and fuck, he's definitely pulled a muscle in his calf in his orgasm induced writhing, but the sensations.

faintly, he's reminded of the way his body feels when he removes his headphones. wrung out and thoroughly used. but that... that feeling is bad. this one, he thinks, as you press the vibrator against his slit where chubby drops of cum keep beading, is good.

he shoots another blank as you pull another orgasm out of him, free hand coming to squeeze at his chest absentmindedly. he can feel the heat radiating from where your pelvis is pressed against his ass, but selfishly (though you'd argue not), alhaitham wants you to just keep pleasing him.

soft whines leave his throat, and alhaitham buries his head back into your neck and honestly, without any sort of clarity, takes a big huff.

he's safe. he's in your arms, thrashing and moaning like a top dollar whore, but he's with you. he doesn't have to think, you'll do that for him. he doesn't have to use his body, you'll use it for him. and archons, use it you do.

"enough? keep going?" you ask, peppering kisses across his forehead, but he doesn't feel like making that choice. you'll do it for him. he'd let you take him apart-- you'll put him back together.

#*:ꔫ:*+ﾟ lacey's library!#genshin impact smut #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham smut #genshin x reader #genshin smut #dom reader #genshin x you

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this-acuteneurosis · 2 days ago

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I just found Don't look back (and first of all I love it, you are brilliant, I am barely finished the first fic but I am invested) and I spent some time digging through your tumbler for mentions of obi-wan/leia....because from these beginning interactions I have sense something and I am now invested and kinda confused????

Was this intentional...? Is this going somewhere...? There are no tags for their relationship but by other asks I see on your blog I'm not alone in this thinking.....

I hope she finds happiness. In the beginning I was hoping for some warped way for Han to join her because I love them together so much, but I also do love obi-wan and I am pleasantly hooked on their relationship now

I've answered asks similar to this before, but I keep getting them and we're far enough into the story that I think I can say some things more certainly without spoiling anything, or the plot magically changing on me. So here we go.

So. Like Fire in Our Bones. Leia and Obi-Wan meet for the first time, and I was happy with the scene, and then I posted the chapter and a whole mess of people popped out of the ground were like, "Romance?!?!?!" Keep in mind that this was before the Kenobi show was released as well, so we had no canon where Leia knew Obi-Wan as a child. DLB runs under that assumption.

So I was all, "Oh, surprise," but I'm a very ship and let ship sort of person, and once people pointed it out, I was like, yeah. Sure. They can have this vibe. They would, honestly. I've got a pretty strong head canon that Obi-Wan has been flirting to survive for decades at this point, and Leia is socially savvy enough to roll with that kind of behavior as long as it's not distasteful. She also saves him, and they bond, and I don't have a problem with people reading into that. I think it's reasonable. It's pretty textual at this point.

HOWEVER.

Once upon a time I also thought this story would be 200k words, max. I thought Leia would end the series having reconciled that Anakin wasn't Vader, but wouldn't be close to him. I though Satine would never make an appearance and Cody would be the first clone to like Leia instead of the last, and yeah. A lot of things started changing once I was actually writing the story.

At the beginning of the story, I knew I didn't want to write Leia a romance. A) because I wasn't sure who it should be with and, B) that was way past the where I expected her to be healing wise in her grief. But the story kept getting longer and she and Obi-Wan kept having moments, and I was like, I mean...maybe? Maybe something happens? I can't say no for sure anymore.

BUT!

We're far enough into the story now and I have a much better sense of how this last arc is going to handle the remaining grief Leia is dealing with, and also how much time she'll spend with Obi-Wan. I have no intention of doing a romance for her in this arc. Look how long it took me to get Anakin and Padmé together. We do not have time for that. So I've left Leia with no romantic pairing tags. Officially, the story will not be about her having a committed, happy, healing romantic relationship at this point. It will be about what it always was: cooperation and unity beating back the darkness, and how you have to fight for those things so you don't lose them when you need them most.

But if it makes your heart happy to imagine that all the remaining scenes with her and Obi-Wan are a prelude to something that happens later, feel free to enjoy them that way. Write as much of your own fic or draw as much of your own art as you want. Feel free to share it with me too. I've enjoyed reading the other divergent fics people have done of this story.

Just everyone, please be nice to each other. :)

#Don't Look Back #We Will Not Wear Chains #not spoilers exactly #just setting expectations #official Leia/Obi-Wan Q&A post

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ginerotica · 2 days ago

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summary: you and joost are a couple for almost a year now. one day you decided to surprise him by buying him clothes and putting make up on him.

note: this is the first time ive ever uploaded my writing, also have in mind that english is not my first language so please give me constructive criticism/feedback !!! tho be gentle pls im a sensitive soul ...

note 2: i don't speak dutch (obviously) so i apologize in advance if the phrases are in broken dutch

note 3: tho this is just fluff i could make a smut version or just a second part lmk what yall think.

genre: fluff

warnings: cursing and kisses(? ig

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you were obsessed with joost and joost was obsessed with you. you were that kind of couple, the kind that was in an endless honeymoon phase and everybody knew and made everyone jealous too.

one of the first things that caught your attention from him, apart of his undeniable beauty, was his style. his baggy jeans, his leather jackets, his unique glasses, his tank tops, his odd looking shoes, his chunky belts and just his overall style was something that, to say the least, made you attracted to him.

joost is a fashion guy, so were you, and that was one of the things you both shared passion for. that was also one of the things that first caught his attention from you too. you put your own essence into your clothes and it showed, and he noticed.

when you went to the city center and passed by clothing stores windows you would automatically find pieces that couldn't help but made you think "joost would love this" or "joost would definitely wear those". so you started to sometimes send him a pic with the texts that varied between

made me think of u <3

and him seeing your notification in his notification bar would make him smile warmly, and feel seen. so he unconsciously would start doing the same to you.

but, one day you went out to the city center as usual and decided to make a step further. without a reason really, you started sending him a lot of pictures of different pieces of clothing:

do u like em?

pls answer quick

even though you already knew the answer, you waited for his reply, which took him less than two minutes of wait. he was chronically online, and besides he was a workaholic, he always made a moment to text you.

ja schat i loved em as always:3 (yes, darling)

┌—— In reply to the photo you sent: what about these gloves babe?

tho i would like those in other color ┐⁠(⁠´⁠д⁠`⁠)⁠┌

┌—— In reply to: pls answer quick

why? did smt happened ?? (⁠｡⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠)

you let out a deep breath that you didn't know you were holding and softly smiled at the kaomojis he used as you read the messages but decided not to reply yet, just to add to the surprise.

you came back home and found your boyfriend lying on the couch with his legs crossed above the cushion and with his ipad on his lap probably designing some visuals for his own shows or something for his friends. either way, his attention was brought to you the moment he heard the noise of the clockwork and the bags that he didn't know you had brought to the home.

"hoi, schat. hoe is het? did you go shopping?" (hi, darling. how are you?) he said as he turned off and put his ipad beside him on the couch before standing up to your direction to greet you with a soft grin.

"and you didn't tell me a thing, and, you didn't answer my last text, so i guess we are like this now, huh? i thought you loved me and going shopping with your boyfriend. but i guess that got old or something..." he said in a teasing, playful way as he played the sad poor little thing role now almost in front of you.

you couldn't help but giggle a little at his tease as you locked up and closed the door after letting the bags on the floor to wrap your arms around joost's neck as his hands instinctively went to your waist making it impossible for you to not to lean into his touch. "hi, babe. i'm fine! and yeah, i went shopping buuut none of this is for me. and you know i love you and i love going shopping with you i just wanted to do a lil something for you"

both things were true: that you love him and that you love going shopping with him. activity that became a recurrent in your daily life as a couple. sometimes y'all went to the shops just to take a look at the products without the intention to but something. but, joost couldn't resist himself and always ended up buying something for you. sometimes it could be something small like a pin, a patch or some accessory, or it could be something over €100. it didn't matter how many times you'd refuses to accept it or tell him that you would pay it for yourself, or tell him that he didn't have to, or that it wasn't necessary. he would always say "i don't do it because i have to, i do it because i want to. you deserve this and even more, lieverd" he just loved giving you gifts, it was one of his love language.

you tell him as you gaze darted to the bags. it was possible to see the clothes inside them, and each piece was a bit too big for your style so joost started connecting the dots as you continued talking and he listened attentively while he drew mindless patterns on the skin of your waist with his thumbs "remember all the photos i sent you earlier? well i saw 'em and I thought they looked sooo good on you, like everything, so i couldn't hold myself from buying it... for you" you said with you big doe eyes that made him weak by the knees every time.

you sensed his hold on you tightening as you said "... for you" and a wide smile tugged on his lips that he just couldn't contain "babe.. you're fucking crazy" he said with his thick accent slipping deeply in every word and with a palpable excitement. "you really buy it all? how- how much does it all costed you? you know you didn't have to" he giggled as his gaze darted between the bags on the floor and your cute face. he was going to get a cuteness aggression attack because of you. "i'm supposed to be the one that buys you things."

"and i thought i would get maybe a 'i love you' or 'thank you', jeez..." you chuckled as you leaned to finally capture his lips on a sweet and tender kiss that joost made no effort to stop. your hands went to the back of his hair and his hands were holding you by your lower back. you were in perfect synchrony. soft hums and breath started to fill the room 'til joost finally moved apart from you.

"god, ik hou van je liefde" he said aa he forehead rested against yours as you both recovered air.

"me too, joosti" you said with a grin before you give him a peck on his cheek. your started stroking his hair as you moved away from him to see his eyes. "i wanted to dressed you up and make you a photo shoot" before asking him you give him another peck on his other cheek as you looked at him with your big eyes, making sure that he wouldn't say no. and how could he? you were his biggest weak spot. "can i? pretty please?"

joost was looking at you with hearts on his eyes, you were completely hypnotizing to him. and when he saw you making all those moves he already knew you were going to ask him something. and he also knew that he would obliged because he couldn't say no to you when you look that perfectly beautiful in front of him. and there wasn't a thing that wanted more than make you happy, what can he say, he is just a lover boy.

so when you finally asked him he rolled his eyes and giggled "oké, it's the least that i can do for you for all the clothes. i still can't believe that you actually bought all dat for me"

"it's just that i wanted to return it to you. you always buy me things so I wanted to give it back to you. but don't get used to this tho..." you said teasingly to him. "so, now that you agreed I'm going to make you a haul of everything i bought for you and after that I'm going to put on makeup on you. sounds good?"

"whatever you say, gorgeous"

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after you did to him a haul of every single bag that you brought like you were some kind of tik toker, you set it up everything to start making the photo shoot.

"so... what are your thoughts? do i have a good taste?" you asked him with clear excitement and eagerly looking forward to his verdict

"yeah, well... it's clear that you have a good taste." he said with a smug expression on his face as he gestured himself with his hands before letting out a laugh. "nah, but seriously, you do have a good taste. you already know that, schat." he took one of your hands on both of his to gently stroke your skin, making your hand look so small in comparison. he looked at you and asked you "so you are going to put make up on me now, right?"

"yeah, you're going to be my model today" you leaned to him and give him a soft kiss on his lips staring at his face for a moment just to drink in his beauty. "but first i need you to change. so go and put on the t-shirt, the jacket, the jeans and the gloves" you brought him an adidas t-shirt and a matching jacket of the argentina selection football, the predominant colors were light blue, white, and a soft gold, in addition to black details. a dark grey baggy jeans and white leather gloves, the ones he ask you to find in other colour.

and he did just as you ask. he stood up from the couch that you and him were sitting on before bringing your hand to his lips to plant a soft kiss on your knuckles, went to the bedroom with the clothes picked up from the bags with the tag still on in his hands to go changing.

meanwhile, you were taking out the hair brush, a mirror, the eyeliner, the hairpins, the eyeshadow palette and the make up brushes that you were going to use on him.

he came back to the room you were in with his gaze intentionally on the floor rubbing his hands with his fingers between the index finger and thumb, moving them up and down, as if he was anticipating something while mewing pretty hard modeling the clothes you gifted him. you couldn't help but let out a chuckle because of his unserious attitude but that didn't mean that the clothes didn't fitted perfect on him, just as you pictured him.

when he heard your chuckle his gaze went to yours with a raised eyebrow. "what is so funny now, eh? i thought i looked hot, not funny" he teaed with a feigned hurt in his face

and you couldn't help but to chuckle again at his question "you already know you look hot and you look hot everyday for me. it's just that you were mewing so hard." you did a pause before finish speaking "bros looksmaxing too hard"

when the "looksmaxing" word came out of your mouth he couldn't help but laugh so much that he had to put his hands in his knees and bent slightly.

"did you really just said 'looksmaxin' out loud, lieverd? god, i can't believe it... my girlfriend is brainrotted" he said shaking his head

"shut up, don't act like you are not like me, or even worse..." you stood up and walked just in front of him "also, like if you don't love me for it."

he looked down at you, sometimes you both forget about the height difference between you two. it wasn't that wide actually. but it was noticeable and more so in times like this "when you are right, you are right, schat, i can't lie to you. i do love you for it."

he wrapped his arms around your waist before leaning closer to your face and just when you closed your eyes and your lips were already in kiss shape he whispered "mijn mooie vriendin brainrot" then he finally kissed you and you could feel his smug smile even when kissing. it was funny, weird and corny but at the same time cute too, and that was pretty much how you could summarize your relationship

when you finally break up the kiss you rested you head on his chest hearing his heartbeat "can i do your makeup now?"

"oh. ja, ja. of course, i already forgot about it. you are a good distraction, you know." while he spoke he was running his fingers through your hair before you took him by his hands and walked him to the couch again.

you rolled your eyes at his comment. once you both sat on the couch his hands went to your thighs as you were on his lap making it more comfortable for you to do his makeup and to have a good perspective of his pretty face. you decide to just make him very dark eyes but you wanted to stay like that a bit more so you decide to start with applying him concealer.

"you're so pretty" you said with concentration visible on your face as you put him dots of concealer below his eyes making him look up don't allowing him to see your sheepish smile that he loved so much

"you are one to talk, schatje" he replied to you as a warm smile appeared on his lips while he drew patterns on your thighs. "what are you going to do to me?" he realized quite later how it sounded "... you know what i meant"

you giggled at how he phrased the question as you continued to spread the product "besides of doing to you whatever i want, i'm going to use black eyeshadow and eyeliner. this was just something i wanted to put on you. after finishing with that i'm going to figure out what im going to do with you hair."

"i trust you, liefde. i'm yours, you know that already."

you moved his face from his chin to make him look at you and kiss. between sweet kisses you tell him "Ik houd van jou, joost" just to hear "Ik hou ook van jou, y/n"

when you both decided that it was enough for now you finished with the concealer, you apply him compact power to set it up before starting to apply him the black eyeshadow.

"i love how black eyeshadow looks on you and your fans do too." you said with the palette on one hand and in the other the brush that you dip in it. "close your eyes for me, real quick"

he nodded and closed his eyes for you like you told him to "yeah i know, can't blame them though. i feel like it makes my eyes... uh, how do i say it... pop! ja, ja." he replied quietly with a smug smile

you giggled at his little struggle with his English "yeah, it really does. that's why i love it so much." your voice quiet as well due to your focus on making it look messy and pigmented enough. you shift his face to the other side by his chin to make it easier for you

"god, my brain is tired of speaking in English, schat." he whined with his eyes still closes as you almost finished with the last eye "why can't you just learn dutch, huh?" he opened his other eye to see your expression

you put your hand with the black tip brush down to let him open the other eye "sometimes i forget the effort that you make to speak english all the time for me, but that doesn't mean that i don't appreciate it. buuut, I'm learning dutch, it's just that is complicated you know" you raised your hand again and he closed his eyes again for you

"yeah, yeah. i know." you were done and he was finally ready "duolingo goes hard" he joked and he couldn't help laughing at his own joke

you laughed too without really meaning to "i cant believe you" you grabbed the hand mirror and face it to him "you're all set. take a look at yourself"

his hands went from your thighs to the hand mirror "you did me so well, huh" when he was done analyzing your makeup on his face he left the mirror on the couch and dropped his hand on your waist, looking at you like you were the most beautiful thing that he ever landed his eyes on. "thank you, y/n"

"you've given me a nice place to work on, joost." your smile mirrored his as you looked at his every facial feature just thinking how lucky you were to be his. your hands went to his shoulders you both stared at each other's eyes before you asked him:

"can i take you some pictures?"

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idk how i really feel about this i wrote it a long time ago and forget that i had it on my draft :p

#joost klein x reader #joost x reader #joost x you #joost klein fluff #joost klein #joost klein rpf #joost fanfic #joost klein x fem!reader #joost rpf #joost klein fanfic #joost klein x y/n #joost klein x you

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ladyloveandjustice · 3 days ago

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You Didn't Need Your Old Shame- A Stephanie Brown fic

When I was a kid, I always wanted to write something about Steph's pregnancy, because DC kind of mostly ignored it after the storyline was over, and I think there's a lot of interesting things to explore. Including things Steph said during the actual storyline that were not. kind to herself.

So I ended up writing the little fic I was too intimidated to write as a kid to calm my brain down during work breaks. Preboot continuity.

Warning Steph says some shitty things about herself being pregnant and "responsibility" in this, but she is going to be challenged on it, and I'm trying to explore it.

The title of this is from the poem "What It was Like" by Catherine Klatzker. Read it here.

You Don't Need Your Old Shame

Sometimes Stephanie would come across a little girl on patrol, a child who was hurting and scared and alone, and it would hit her like a truck. If this lost little girl looked anything like her, her mother, her father, Dean, …Steph's blood would freeze and her stomach would roil.

“What if that's my baby?” The thought would eat into her brain. “She could be my baby. She’s the right age. I can see my baby looking back at me. I can see her suffering".

She was usually able to hide the panic that welled up. That was the advantage of being a Bat, your partners were usually too emotionally dense to notice these things.

But she'd never been good at hiding anything from Cass.

Cass had spotted the little girl wedged behind the alley dumpster as they were grappling by. She was shaking, sickly purple bruises on her face. She didn't want to come out from this small space she'd made for herself between the dumpster and the brick wall.

The worst thing was they had no idea what had happened to her.

It could have been anything.

And her eyes were the same shape and color that Dean’s had been. Her nose was slightly crooked, just like Steph's. What if. What if. What if.

I should have protected you. I'm so sorry. I should have--

“Batgirl,” Cass muttered. “You okay?”

Stephanie swallowed. Her throat was like sandpaper. “Yeah.”

“Okay. Think it should be you that talks to her. I scare her.”

Cass could be good with kids, and Steph had seen her calm them down before. But Cass had a way scarier mask, so it was an uphill battle. She was right that Steph could probably get through to this child faster. So Steph crouched to the girl's level, shoving all her those horrible, useless thoughts away. She had a job to do.

“Hey there,” Steph said as softly as she could. The little girl wedged herself farther back, eyes wide.

Stephanie pointed at her cowl. “Is this a little scary?”

The girl nodded, trembling. Steph looked back as Cass, who twitched her head slightly. confirming no one else was around. She pulled her cowl down.

“Hi. My name’s Batgirl. Can you tell me yours?”

“C-Carly.”

“Have you heard of Batgirl, Carly?”

“Fights…fights bad guys,” the girl said in a small voice.

“That’s right! Batgirl makes scary things go away. Are you hiding from something scary right now?”

Carly bit her lip and nodded.

“Well, scary things can’t get you now. We’ve got two whole Batgirls here.” Stephanie gestured back at Cass, who’d taken off her cowl as well, and was smiling at Carly. “We’d never let anyone hurt you. If you come out, we can help fix your boo-boos, ok?”

Carly nodded again and crawled forward, slowly, hesitantly. Steph held out her hand and she took it.

When Steph picked the girl up, Cass patted Carly on the shoulder, warm smile still in place. Carly gave a small, shaky smile back.

Steph’s eyes burned and she blinked it away quickly. This was stupid. It shouldn't hurt like this. Carly wasn’t hers, she couldn’t be hers. (Except she could be. The odds were very slim, but it wasn't impossible. Wasn't impossible at all).

The thought was like a dog chasing its own tail. It circled endlessly, never stilling. She just had to live with it.

They weren’t able to get the little girl to tell them much about what happened. She just clung to Steph, and Steph rubbed her back in gentle circles.

Cass called Babs, who told them she’d send a car to get her to one of the Wayne Foundation centers. A counselor would try to help her feel safe enough to say what happened, and they’d figure out where to go from there.

Because for all we know it could have been her parents. Or someone else who was supposed to protect her…a cop, a teacher, a…

Carly made a muffled noise, and Steph realized she was holding her too tight. Her arms were shaking.

“You need a break?” Cass said. “I can hold her.”

Steph nodded without looking at Cass. “Carly, wanna snuggle with the other Batgirl too?”

The girl nodded and, when the car from the Wayne Foundation came, it was hard to pry her away from Cass. Her lip trembled.

“It’s okay,” Cass told her. “You’re brave. You can do this..”

“You’re safe with them,” Steph assured her. "Batgirls protect you from scary things, remember? We’ll come check on you later.”

With some coaxing, Carly finally let the driver take her away. She waved goodbye to Cass and Steph out the car window, and they waved back until the car was out of sight.

Cass turned to face Steph. “You’re not okay.”

Steph sighed. There was no hiding from Cass. And she could be very persistent. Steph had to nip this in the bud.

“I don’t want to talk about it, all right? Just let me be.” The words came out harsher than she intended, and she winced.

But Cass just looked at her solemnly. "Okay."

They grappled back to the Clocktower, and when they came inside, Cass abruptly suggested play some video games.

“Fine if you keep the music low,” Babs said, then turned back to disarming a nuclear bomb or whatever she was doing online this time.

Steph agreed, hoping it would take her mind off things. But it didn't. She kept drifting back to Carly. Her bruised face. Her shuddering. Her small voice. If Carly was her baby… she’d abandoned her to that fate. he might as well be the one who'd hit her. Steph's body felt heavy, and her reflexes were fumbling and slow. She watched herself crash and burn, over and over.

After Steph’s fifth consecutive loss, Cass looked over to her with a frown.

“You always tell me to talk, you know.”

Steph groaned. “Cass…”

“I know what you said. But you like to talk. You always better after you do it. Every time. I see it.”

Stephanie glowered at her, hating that she couldn’t argue against Cass’s all powerful body language abilities. “Fine," she spat. " you want to know? Carly reminded me of the baby I gave up! She reminded me of what a screw up I am! You happy?"

Cass frowned back at her in seeming confustion. “How did you screw up?"

“Huh?”

“Didn’t she get adopted? What was screwed up? You said that's what you wanted."

“I mean...it was for the best, yeah." Steph rubbed her eyes. "I would have been a bad mom, Dean sure as hell would have been a deadbeat, there's the issue of my dad... now she had a chance of having a good parent. But that’s the thing, if I'd been a fit mother, she wouldn’t have had to be—"

She remembered abruptly that Cass was adopted. And Tim. And Dick. And Jason.

“It’s not like with you and Bruce and Babs,” she said hastily. “You knew them before. Bad things can happen to adopted kids if the wrong parents--”

“I had the wrong parents. Wasn't adopted. Your dad was wrong too. Same for lots of people."

“You’re missing the point. Anything could be happening to her right now. She could be—"

“She’s been doing fine,” Babs interrupted. Steph jumped. She'd honestly forgotten Babs was in the room. She was still absorbed, some Oracle thing, her fingers flying over the keyboard, but apparently shed been listening in.

“Um,” Stephanie stared at her at the back of her head. “How do you know?”

“Bruce told you she wouldn’t want for anything, right? He asked me to track her down.”

“He....” Stephanie blinked, dizzy. It took a a few seconds to get her clumsy tongue to form words again. “I, uh…sort of assumed he’d forgotten about that. Especially since I wasn’t really dead. And all.”

“He’s not a monster, Stephanie," Babs laughed. "He’s capable of basic decency sometimes.”

That was way more than basic decency, she wanted to say, but she could already picture Babs doing that twitch she did when she was irritated in response.

“Anyway, we watched her for quite a while. She really is doing fine. Her Moms are showing her a lot of love," Babs continued, still focused on three different monitors.

“Oh," Steph said. "Um. Well. I guess I’m…touched you stalked my kid so thoroughly?”

“No problem.”

She’s truly terrifying, Steph thought. But she also kind of wanted to hug Babs and cry forever.

“We’ve eased up on surveillance, but don’t worry, I’ve got the system keeping up with her medical records. If something ever comes up, she’ll be getting the best resources.”

"I...see." Steph licked her dry lips. "Great. Cool. Good to hear."

“I can give you some details, if you want. Her name and so on.”

Steph shook her head. “It’s…better for me not to know. It was a closed adoption for a reason.”

“I understand. But if you freak out and think a child might be yours again, just call me and I can tell you whether she is or not. You shouldn’t agonize for no reason,” Babs shrugged.

“Thanks…” Steph gulped. “That means a lot, Babs."

“You can pay me back by not talking the way you were just now. It was irritating me."

Yeah, yeah, I know we’re distracting you--"

“I don’t mean that. I mean—"

"I don’t think you’d be a bad mom,” Cass said interrupted abruptly. Her expression was far off, and Steph had a feeling she' d been contemplating and not listening to them.

Steph was thrown by this swerve the conversation when she was still reeling the last sharp turn. “What are you—"

“You’re good with kids. They like you. You calm them down. I can’t.”

“Kids like you too, Cass,” Stephanie sighed. “It’s just your mask….”

“You’re good with Damian.” Cass cut her off.

“More patient with him than I can be, that’s for sure,” Babs grumbled.

“What are you two talking about?” Steph felt like Cass and Babs were living in some alternate dimension at this point. “We bicker all the time. He likes you way more, Cass.”

Cass shook her head. “He likes fighting. With words. Likes doing that with you. He doesn’t do that with me much. You two…play together. It’s not real fighting. It’s…” she trailed off, doing that little grabbing gesture she always did when she was trying to find the words.

“Banter,” Babs supplied. “You two banter.”

“Yes. You two banter. Me and you, we can do that, but with him, I’m not good at it.”

“Yeah,but that’s because he secretly mostly respects you.” It was true that Cass just tended to just... not respond when Damian sent barbs her way. Mostly she just looked at him with an amused expression, like he was a tiny dog yapping at her feet. So he insulted her less than he did others. Steph had been sure that indicated favoritism toward her.

“He always chooses you for patrols," Cass pointed out. "If Dick’s not around. He likes talking to you. And you can make him do kid things. Like you do with me. Around you, he’s not as…” she stiffened and frowned in a perfect impersonation of Damian when he was wound up tight.

“Tense,” Stephanie laughed. “I guess, maybe.”

“You take care of him too. Look after him. You and Dick remember that he’s a kid, and the others forget sometimes.”

“I can confirm Damian has you very high on the ranking of people he cares about” Babs said wryly. “Apparently Jon once asked him who his favorite person was, and he decided to respond to this by making a list of “Who would emotionally inconvenience me the most if they died”. Dick stole it and shared it with me against my will.”

Yeah, totally, it was against your will. Number one privacy respecter Barbara Gordon.

“Okay, now I have to know all about this. How dare Dick only share it with you and not me. I will have vengeance," she said.

Babs looked over her shoulder and rolled her eyes. “He listed all his pets first of course, then next was Talia*, then Dick--and yes, Dick did whine about being listed after the kid’s actual mother-- then Alfred, then Bruce.”

“Bruce was fourth place? Ouch. And he based that one on experience, too.”

“You were after that. He put “unfortunately” beside it, but he did that for most of us.”

“Really? I would have thought either Cass or you after those four. Was Tim at the bottom?”

“Ra’s was, actually. Only one he put 'probably would not care at all' next to.

“Aww, see, I always tell Tim he likes him deep down!” Steph laughed.

It was silly, but she was feeling warm inside, imagining Damian making his ridiculously morbid and twisted little list, putting on his overly serious little thinking face, and putting her relatively high on the list after a lot of grumbling. He probably erased names over and over, tweaking everyone’s ranking, obsessed over getting it absolutely right. She was going to give the little weirdo an affectionate noogie next time she saw him.

“So see? You’d be a good mom.”

They’d veered so far off track now, Steph had almost forgotten the original argument. She had to take a second to regroup. “You guys are forgetting that lots of people are good with kids but not parent material. But okay, fine, maybe when I was thirty or something I could have been a decent Mom. But I wasn’t ready. I was too young. It wouldn’t have been pretty.”

“Okay. So why is that bad?”

Steph gritted her teeth. The worst thing is Cass didn’t even sound argumentative, just curious, like she genuinely was having a hard time following Steph’s logic. “It’s bad because I shouldn’t have fucked Dean and gotten pregnant if I wasn’t ready—”

“So, if I had a baby in me,” Cass cut, patting her stomach. “And didn’t want to be Mom. Would you be mad at me?”

Steph blinked at her. She’d honestly never considered this possibility. She couldn’t even picture it. “I…”

“Would you be mad? Would you tell me it was bad?”

It was mortifying, imagining herself judging Cass like that. In fact, she wanted to punch that version herself in the face. Punch anyone who would say that to Cass in the face. “I mean, no? It’s your ch—Oh.” She narrowed her eyes, “I see what you’re doing. Look, it’s different for me. You know how I am, I screw up all the time, and I let myself off the hook, I’ll just keep doing it. That’s why I need to take responsibility—"

“Stephanie,” Babs said harshly, wheeling around so suddenly Steph jumped. “Look, the way you’re talking is really annoying me, because I’ve had friends in your position before, and if anyone said all this nonsense to them or you, they’d never know a moment’s peace. So listen up.”

Stephanie knew she had no chance of stopping this incoming tirade. She’d just have to hope she survived the onslaught.

“ Point one,” Babs said, adjusting her glasses. “You did something you regret, but that’s not the same as doing something wrong. Point two, you did take responsibility. And it would have been the same for whatever you chose.Abortion, putting the child up adoption, keeping the child…all of those are taking responsibility in their own way.” Babs held up her hand when Steph tried to protest “At the end of the day, are you really talking about taking responsibility or about punishing yourself?”

“Babs—”

“Hell, I don’t know the answer to that. That’s for you to decide. Like I said, I don’t want to lecture—"

“Not true. You love lecturing us,” Cass cut in happily.

Barbara pointedly ignored her. “But for the record, you didn’t do anything that deserves punishment. That’s all. Now if you’ll excuse me ,I’ve got work to do.” She said testily, like she hadn’t been the one who’d inserted herself into this conversation. She spun her wheelchair back around and resumed her typing.

Steph just stared at Barbara’s back. She was feeling so many things at once it was hard to pick them out. Was she annoyed? Touched? Dumbfounded?

She remembered distantly when a school counselor had mentioned abortion to her. She’d been so mad. But at what? She knew, deep down. She hadn’t really been mad at the counselor. She’d been mad because she thought she shouldn’t get to opt out of pregnancy. “It was my choice. I have to suffer the consequences. I deserve it.”

Babs was saying that was wrong.

Nobody had ever said that to her before.

It made her feel…something.

She wasn’t sure what.

Cass tapped her on the shoulder.

“You okay?”

“Yeah.” Steph’s voice was shaky, but she cleared her throat. “I’m just surprised at the hypocrisy of Babs suggesting it’s bad to punish yourself. Isn’t that our gang’s favorite pastime?”

Babs snorted.

Cass smirked. “You really want to punish yourself? Let’s play rooftop tag. You can bet a thousand dollars you win. And go broke.”

“See, you need to say this shit to Damian. He’ll swear vengeance and never leave you alone, promise.’

“Don’t want to crush a child.”

“Eh, he can always use some humbling.”

“It’s ours, anyway”, Cass said softly. “Rooftop tag.”

A wave of affection for Cass washed all the doubt in Steph's heart away. She slung her arm around her best friend. “That’s right. Okay, yeah, end of argument, you’re on.”

It would probably take a long time to pick through all that had been said today. The guilt had been part of her for so long she wasn't sure she could reason it away as easily as they did. She wasn't sure she could ever fully buy the idea she didn't need it.

But they really believed that. It made her heart squeeze.

Maybe she could pretend to be them once in a while. Look at herself and see someone who hadn't failed. Just for a little bit. Just to try it out.

So as she jumped out the window after Cass, as she shot her grapple, she imagined the smile Carly had given her and Cass. She imagined a little girl who was happy somewhere, and parents who were glad to love her. She imagined herself as someone who wasn't burdened by the choice she'd made, because she knew she'd done the best she could, because her life was her own to decide. She imagined her shame flying away on unsteady wings.

It would come back, it always did, but for this one moment, she could live without it.

For this one moment she was was soaring. She was weightless.

She was free.

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Author's notes (apparently I am incapable of not rambling):

*I am obviously rejecting Grant Morrison Talia, hence the high ranking. She has her original characterization in this fic world.

-This was mostly meandering dialogue but I hope it was enjoyable anyway. I tried not to make it too preachy, but there was a lot of stuff I wanted to fit in there (honestly the Damian thing was just. I thought of it and thought it was funny and a nice break from heavy emotions) and lots of things I think Steph deserves to hear that I do honestly think Cass and Babs would tell her.

(Also the reason I had Steph and Cass both be Batgirl was entirely because of the mask thing.)

-So, yeah, Chuck Dixon's politics definitely influenced Steph's pregnancy storyline, and the whole "how dare you suggest an abortion, I was the one who was stupid, the baby shouldn't pay for it" scene was just him doing some conservative soapboxing (as was Tim claiming a baby is better off with two parents, wild claim from a boy currently being raised by a single parent whose closest friends all have single parents, Steph included. (Though technically Tim had Dana come in pretty quickly).

But I do think it was somewhat in character, entirely accidentally, because Steph honestly has a lot of self-loathing, it's a consistent thing that comes up with her, and I think that's why she'd see this as her screw up she needed to pay for. Dixon agreed with her self loathing, but I instead find it sad but interesting to play with. Especially since I can't see her talking about someone she loves like that.

-It is unclear how Steph learned her baby was a girl, since it was a closed adoption and she requested not to see the baby before it happened, but according to War Games she does somehow. I usually ignore War games when I can, but I wanted to actually follow up on Bruce's promise, which never came up again.

-In early draft, Babs indicates abortion is not evil indirectly, because I thought being direct would getting too up in Steph's business, or too soapbox-y, but I was like. Babs wouldn't dance around it if she wanted to say something about abortion. She'd just say it. And if Dixon got to soapbox, why can't I? At least I'm actually centering Steph here, and doing this out of love for the character.

It's tricky subject matter but I hope I did okay! Thanks for reading.

#stephanie brown #batgirl #robin #the spoiler #cassandra cain #barbara gordon #batman #bruce wayne #oracle #damian wayne #batgirls #batman comics #batfamily #dc comics #my fanfics #fanfic

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pretty-side-of-the-moon · 2 days ago

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Hey how are you?, I saw your post asking for requests so here's one, can you make a Jason Grace Madly in Love with Reader, like he's in love with her because she makes him live longer and doesn't see him just for being a praetor or son of Jupiter, so Jason gets very jealous of the reader with some random boy, because she cancels some plans with Jason to go out with him and almost like in the song Heather by Conan Gray, but in the end Jason says he likes her and they end up together.

Thank you for your time and sorry if it was too long😭

I'll be soo honest I don't see Jason as the mad jealous type.. I think he's more silent dread. And sorry this took literally forever I feel aweful:((( and this is my first time writing for him...ever.... so sorry if the characterization is messed up :((

I hope this was somewhat worth the wait

Xoxo,

Pretty ♡♡♡

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You guys were friends. Or, he thought so, at least. He was never particularly good with friends. The only ones he'd ever really had were almost assigned to him. Waking up next to Piper and Leo, running camp Jupiter with Reyna, questing with the seven, even Nico only befriended him after Godly intervention.

So, he wasn't quite sure how close the two of you were. And now, he felt utterly foolishness.

He knew that you weren't his. But you had hung around him all week- and maybe he thought it was a little more than friendly.

But he thought wrong.

Cause his arm is around you now. And you're wearing his jacket. And you're laughing.

It's a sinking kind of disappointment, one that feels almost unreasonable. And he knew that.

You guys had been hanging out a lot. Enough that Jason had managed to fall hard. And you were supposed to spar with him again today. He was already there, five minutes early, like always, when one of your siblings had told him that you had to cancel to hang out with some guy.

That's all he was, Jason figured, some guy who needed a favor.

But it was clearly more than that now.

Cause you hadn't even looked at Jason during dinner, and now you were wearing that guy's jacket over your shoulders and giggling.

He left campfire early that night.

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Jason really didn't mean to ignore you- it just kind of happened. If you were to ask someone with a psyche degree, they would probably call it some sort of defense mechanism.

He had been non-stop training for a week now, aside from time with leo and Piper, or meals. He wasn't great with coping.

And yeah, he did panic everytime you tried to talk to him- or scurry off when he saw you walking into the arena with one of your friends. But that wasn't because you did anything wrong...or so he said.

"I'm just busy. You know, I've just stopped training as much since I came to camp, and I need to get back on it."

"Oh.. well, let me know when we can hang out again?"

There was a small leap in his chest - maybe he really was just overthinking things. But.. you still seemed so fine without him. Like it didn't matter whether you were there or not.

He couldn't have been more wrong.

You paced your cabin, the music you'd put on had long since faded into the background.

"It's just so unlike him- I mean, he never just disappears.. I don't even know what I did wrong-"

Piper, who sat on your bed, criss cross applesauce, resting her chin on her hand, rolled her eyes again.

"And when did this start-? C'mon put the pieces together, hun." You glared at her.

"I canceled plans once. That can't seriously be it.. I mean.. it was just Conner!" You sighed, plopping down next to her. "I don't think that would be it.."

Piper groaned, "right, cause you canceled plans, and then Jason had to watch him give you googly eyes all night."

You sighed. "I don't get it. Why would he even care about that-? It's not like he... you know."

"I'm so, so, close to hitting you."

"Die."

"Talk to him, for my sake if nothing else."

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"Will you please just talk to her, man?" Leo watched Jason hit another dummy, "you've been ignoring her for like...how long?"

"Eight days." Jason mumbled.

"...that was weirdly fast. Do you want me to ask again so you can hesitate-?"

Jason shot him a look, but slowed.

"I just don't know, I mean...it's not like I want to ignore her, but she clearly doesn't like me like that, and I've been ignoring her too long to pretend that it's nothing."

Leo rolled his eyes.

"You could just tell her. She's upset, you know that, right?"

Jason paused.

"She is?"

Leo groaned, "oh my gods- dude, yes! Piper says she hasn't stopped worrying about it. Please- just tell her."

Jason slashed another dummy.

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You and Jason met half way between your cabin and the arena. You froze when you saw him. And then he saw you, and did the same.

There was a short moment of you two staring at each other, blinking, breathing softly, and trying to formulate words.

You managed to speak first.

"I'm so sorry-"

"No, no it's not your fault-"

"No really, I didn't mean to cancel it just kind of happend-"

"I'm sorry I got so...butthurt."

That made you pause, then blink, and then laugh. Soft, really. More like a chuckle or a giggle. But suddenly the walls were down, and he was laughing too.

"Jason...no, you can be upset. I feel like a asshole." You managed.

"Don't- I just...i got scared that you..." he hesitated, and swallowed, "that you didn't feel like I did. Like I do." He was almost whispering. "It's- It's okay if you don't, really. I just- I'm inlove with you."

Silence.

You blinked once. Twice.

And then you kissed him.

And then his hands were on your waist and you were both laughing again.

And then his lips were on yours again.

Poor guy, he couldn't stop smiling long enough to kiss you properly.

#pretty's blog!!!#jason grace x you #jason grace #jason grace x reader #jason grace x y/n #pretty's asks !!!!!#pretty's fics!

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theamberparadise · 6 hours ago

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Hai, Hai!!

Love love love your writing sm:33 was wondering you could mayb do like hcs of Jeff w a like alt civilian gf?? Like someone who’s into metal and all that stuff w hella peircings ?? If not it’s ok love ya!! 👅👅

JEFF THE KILLER X ALT! READER W/PIERCINGS

SYNPOSIS; how does jeff react to a civilian with the same music tastes and brings it into their way of fashion???? Hmmmm lets see lets seeeeeee hahaushskdhwioe

TW; degradation, light mentions of breathplay, Jeff being Jeff

A/N; can u tell im excited for this req im excited for this req can u tell can u tell tell me tell me if u can tell (i am going to include nsfw hcs for this because i SAID SO)

Jeff is launched into an excited frenzy when he sees you and your deftones t-shirt. “Finally, someone gets it,” he mutters to himself, watching you plop down on your couch with a bag of microwave popcorn in hand.

He was relieved when he saw you actually try to fight back against his invasion of your home, and after he nearly lost his ear from your kitchen knife he threatened to gouge out your eyeballs to make you sit and talk to him.

You never really knew why he wanted to talk to you. And then you find out he’s been stalking you for a bit now, and his reason? “Thought you were kinda cute,”. You wanted to punch him.

Then, to your dismay, he kept on visiting again and again. And for the days he stayed there overnight, Jeff would legit just stare at you in one place without moving until you went in another room.

You don’t bother to even try and change the locks anymore. It’s either he got through with one of your hairpins, or he managed to knock down the knob with his elbow.

Nonetheless you let him do his own thing, sometimes you lend him one of your mixtapes for him to put in your jukebox and jam to.

“The Offspring?” you questioned, taking a moment to suck off the pancake batter off of your thumb. “Hell yeah!” Jeff responded, cranking up the volume to the highest setting (which you were definitely used to), and started headbanging right in your living room.

ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP (fluff?????)

Brings you home silver rings and chunky-as-fuck earrings for you to wear. He much prefers seeing you in them over gold. (mostly because it matches his jewelry as well.)

Would beam when you already do have piercings that match his. If he finds out you also have snake bites, he’s grinning like a kid on Christmas and stares at your lips for an uncomfortable amount of time.

He is such a loser for eyebrow piercings. Even better when you have an eyebrow slit. He thinks it’s “fucking badass” and finds every excuse on mother Earth to try and lick it.

Once asked you to pierce his nose bridge, right in between the corners of your eyes. When you’re finished, he looks at it in the mirror for at least an hour before going back to the mansion and flaunts it to everybody.

Traces his hand over your tattoos. He loves the big one on your thigh, especially when you wear those fishnet stockings he’s so fond of.

Even better when it reaches from your knee to your waist. He tries to resist to bite it (he has once) and just firmly pinches or holds the area.

You dress up in a full-alt outfit for a date, showing off your tattoos? And you’re wearing chunky platform heels, too? He tries coaxing you to stay home while you scold him for making you get ready for no reason and drag him outside.

When you are outside, he’s so jumpy and overly-aware of those who might snatch you right out of his hands so he grips your leather corset a little tighter.

He takes you on graveyard dates, making fun of the memorial pictures that are plastered onto the stone.

Sometimes, he takes you where he killed his most recent victim and tells you in full detail of what he did and where he hid the body.

When on car rides, Jeff likes to play with your stockings or fishnets while waiting in traffic, grumbling about how many people really need cars. It’s also a way for him to fidget with something, other than the peeling leather of his gear stick.

Stole your tattoo gun one time and messily writes your name somewhere on his arm. The tattoo was infected for a while and now it’s just a small slump of what looks like a keloid scar that seems to have your name on it.

A good amount of his own piercings are infected as well, so you’d have to remind him to let you clean it.

Does wear an article of yours somewhere, be it a belt chain or a necklace. Makes him feel giddy for some fucked-up reason.

NSFW

Remember those fishnet stockings? Expect them to be ripped to shreds on the floor despite your protests. “Shh, I’ll buy you new ones, baby. Just open up f’me, yeah?”

Jeff blasts heavy metal of his choice on your biggest speaker when he makes you scream. To him, it’s a message to your poor sleep deprived neighbors.

He likes slightly freaking you out by getting dick piercings. Jacob’s ladder, Prince Albert… he loves the shock flash on your face before seeing that hungry, sexy face when you go down to lick it.

Jeff LIVES for nipple piercings and boob tattoos. He’s a tit guy at heart, so when he sees a flash of silver studs and intricate ink patterns on your mounds? He’s groping at them to the point where they’re both sore (and kinda bruised) in the morning. He won’t let go of them in any position.

Loves it when you suck on his tongue piercing. To him, it’s an invite to absolutely wreck your throat on the floor.

Likes seeing the red swell on your ass and hips accompanied by your tattoos by the time he’s done with you.

Weirdly has a thing for ear gauges? He loves the feeling of his tongue just gently swirling around them while he fondles your tits.

Purposefully cums on your tattoos and grins at it like it’s a trophy.

If you tattoo his name somewhere on your body Jeff will literally never stop staring at it. He thinks it’s even better when it’s at an intimate place, like your breasts or right above your clit. “Glad you know yer place, sweets.”

He loves making you ride him while in a tight corset. Your out-of-breath gasps are to die for. Even better when your tongue is lolled out and your eyes rolled back. “Little bitch, you like this shit don’t you?”

Have a clit piercing? He's lapping that shit up like a dog. Tugs on it to make you squirm. Grinds the underneath of his cock on the warm bud of metal.

Finds bellybutton piercings to be sooooo slutty and sexy as fuck. Even more when you show it off in public.

One time he made you wear headphones blasting Slipknot during sex since he was drunk at the time and his moans were a little more high-pitched. It’s okay, seeing him twitch and his eyes going to the back of his head when you clench down on him is enough for you to feel a little bit cocky.

#creepypasta #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta fandom #creepypasta proxy #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta au #creepypasta smut #jeff the killer x reader #jeff the killer x you #jeff the killer creepypasta #jeff the killer headcanons #jeff the killer

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theoneandonlysourcandy · 3 days ago

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⋆˚࿔ Romanced!Sinclaire x reader 𝜗𝜚

SPOILERS FOR SINCLAIRES LOVE ROUTE!!

╰┈➤ Content warnings: None i think

Request: no

♡ author note: writing this because the only person writing sinclaire x reader is my friend @penpalll and they need help characterizing romanced sinclaire + i wanna contribute to the other losers who wanna bang him as well. i might write overdosed sinclaire headcanons at some point we’ll see. Uhm uhm these kinda suck since (from where i’m at in the game) there’s not much to go off of for his not crazy personality so just like bare with me

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🧼 - Literally the best boyfriend/husband whatever relationship status ever.

🧼 - So gentlemanly, he holds the door open for you, pulls your chair out, would give you a kiss on the back of your hand every time he had to leave you for more than 5 seconds if he actually could-

🧼 - Not really a relationship headcanon but i can literally HEAR him saying “Oh! That’s not..” i just had to get that thought out there

🧼 - Loves to just. . Have you near. You don’t even have to talk or anything, just having you close by already makes him really happy. Speaking of talking, he loves talking about pretty much anything with you. Just talking about your days, maybe some gossip around the house-He’s not one to share gossip, so that’s pretty much just you, if you like too.

🧼 - I’m pretty sure that people aren’t trapped in the room their object is in or something like that, since maggie can go around the house with you investigating people, and teddy can go to your room on his own, i’m saying this because i know there’s some other people out there thinking about what they do if you gotta go to the bathroom or shower or something-And if they are stuck in that room, don’t worry, he looks away every time, he’s a respectful man

🧼 - i never thought i’d be sitting here writing about wether or not a humanoid sink would be forced to watch you poop but here we are

🧼 - Whenever he gets really excited or flustered, his faucet will turn on and spray water everywhere. He apologizes SO much every time and feels really bad about it, and helps you clean up the water he accidentally just. Sprayed all over your floor,

🧼 - Pretty big on hygiene, he gifted you a little hand sanitizer thingy you could keep in your bag or your pocket once.

🧼 - He thinks about you a lot, and is pretty observant of things. The way your hands move when you talk, wether or not they move or don’t. How adorable your laugh is, even if you may be embarrassed by it. They way you-Oh gosh, he’s got water everywhere now.

🧼 - Seeings you carrying something heavy, goes “Allow me, darling.” and proceeds to trip while walking with it.

yeah these were short but THERES VERY VERY LITTLE TO GO OFF OF (where i’m at) OKAY.

#sinclaire x reader #sinclaire date everything x reader #date everything sinclaire #sinclaire date everything #date everything sinclaire x reader #sinclaire the sink #sinclaire sink #romanced!sinclaire #date everything #date everything spoilers #date everything sinclaire spoilers #martin applegate x reader #martin applegate

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fan-a-saurus-rex · 2 days ago

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Hii could I request something smutty (as much as ur comfortable writing) with the prompts 4 (sneaking out) and 13 (family vacation) with Joaquin? Thank you <3

Hope you enjoy what I wrote!

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Sneaking Away

Plot: Sam and Sarah have planned a family vacation and Sam invites you and Torres to tag along. As the days go by the tension between you and Torres becomes too much and you sneak off to be alone.

Pairing: Joaquin Torres x Reader

Requested: Yes (make a request here)

Warnings: smut (oral [female receiving], unprotected sex w/ no pulling out [wrap it before you tap it friends!] ), swearing, a cute ending that’ll make you swoon!

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You were surprised when Sam invited you to go on vacation with him, Sarah, and his nephews.

His excuse was that it was a family vacation and were considered family. Joaquin l, Isaiah and Bucky were going as well so you didn’t feel so guilty about “crashing” Sam’s trip with his sister and nephews.

Everyone had packed up and caught a flight to a resort in Cancun, Mexico. You would all be staying at the fanciest resort you’d ever seen. Everyone had a hotel room of their own on the same floor.

Your days were spent on the beach swimming in the water, soaking up the sun, and playing games with Sam’s nephews.

It was the fifth day of vacation when the vibes started to change.

You had been standing in the shallow tide collecting seashells when Joaquin snuck up behind you and picked you up, spinning you around.

You squealed until he put you back down in the sand.

“What was that for?” You asked giggling

“You looked lonely, thought I’d give you a hug” he said smiling at you, his dimples coming out.

The two of you had been low-key flirting the whole time you were here, and the tension between you was becoming harder to avoid. You’d find yourself wishing him sweet dreams before bed, then wishing you’d asked him to stay in your room that night. You’d catch him touching your knee or your thigh under the table at dinner.

You were afraid someone would take notice. You figured they hadn’t, and if they did they didn’t say anything.

You were about to say something flirty back to him when one of Sarah’s sons ran over excitedly “Auntie {y/n}! Look! We found a humongous shell for you” the excited pre-teen said handing you a beautiful twisted shell.

“Thanks buddy, it’s beautiful!” You said giving him a side hug before he ran back off to go body boarding with his brother and Bucky.

“Sam’s family has really gotten attached to you” Joaquin said smiling.

You couldn’t help but smile back “yeah, they’re great. Even if Sam doesn’t let me go on ‘dangerous’ missions with you guys”

“He just doesn’t want anything to happen to you. Neither do I” he said rubbing your shoulder softly.

You blushed “you do know I could kick both your asses and not break a sweat, right?”

He chuckled “yeah, yeah, ex widow. I know. You worked for Nick Fury and beat the crap out of the Spider-Man once”

You smirked “exactly” you said nudging him in the shoulder. You wanted so badly to get your hands on those biceps of his but you didn’t want to feel him up in front of everyone.

Suddenly you felt his hand on the small of your back. He lifted the hem of your shirt to draw shapes on your soft skin. You wiggled in your seat a bit, hoping nobody noticed.

Instead you decided to go for a swim instead, before heading back to your beach chair to read.

* * * * *

Later that night everyone ate dinner on the patio of one of the resort’s restaurants. After a few Hours the boys had become restless just sitting at the table so Sam suggested a family activity. The resort held movie nights on the beach each evening. Everyone would set up their beach chairs or their beach towels out on the sand and a movie would be played on a projector. Tonight they were showing classic Disney Movies like The Lion King and Aladdin.

You all went back up to your rooms to change into some more comfortable clothes then met back down at the beach where everyone else was gathering for the movie.

You laid your towel down, Joaquin settling down next to you. You smiled. Halfway through the movie you felt him scoot closer to you, your shoulders touching. You thought about laying your head down on his shoulder, but thought better of it.

“What are you doing?” You whispered to him with a slight smile.

“Nothing” he said, placing a soft, sneaky kiss to your cheek.

You blushed “stop, someone is gonna see” you said giggling softly.

He smirked a bit and let his hand fall back to the sand behind you. You took a deep breath and put your attention back on the movie, but minutes later his hand went back to caressing the skin on the small of your back. You tried to ignore him and nearly succeeded until he started nuzzling your neck, right under your ear.

“Torres?” You asked

“Hmm?”

“Why?” You asked, making sure nobody was watching you two.

“I’m feeling affectionate” he whispered on your ear.

“We’ll stop, someone is gonna see” you said, getting annoyed, but also not wanting him to stop.

“We could always sneak off” he whispered, before nibbling your ear.

You inhaled quickly “please?”

“Come on” he said getting up and reaching down to help you up.

“Everything okay?” You heard Sam ask.

“Yeah, {y/n} isn’t feeling well from the heat. I’m gonna help her get ready for bed and watch a movie in the room” Joaquin said

Sam nodded.

“Hope you feel better babes” Sarah said.

You nodded and walked with Joaquin back to the hotel.

* * * * *

You barely made it out of the elevator and to your room before Torres had his mouth on yours. You unlocked your door with the card and dragged him inside shutting the door behind you, only to have your back pressed up against it as Joaquin kissed you deeper.

“Finally alone” he breathed against your lips.

You smirked “you’ve been driving me crazy all week”

His lips crash against yours again and you kiss him hungrily before he pulls away “you’ve been teasing me in those bikinis”

“Oh yeah? Cause seeing you shirtless has been a total tease too” you say with a smirk as you push him off you and towards the bed.

“You like it when I don’t wear a shirt?” He asks smirking as you push him onto the bed, straddling his lap.

“Mhm” you say, pulling his t-shirt off before kissing him again, your hands roaming his bare chest.

He pulls away long enough to pull off your tank top, revealing your unpadded lace bra.

You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him again, your tongue teasing his bottom lip. You hear a groan escape his mouth as your tongue wrestles with his, it gives you a shiver up your spine.

He tugged at the elastic on your cotton shorts and you move to let him tug them off. You pull off his basketball shorts before resuming your spot in his lap.

He kisses your neck with open mouth kisses and it drives you insane. You grind your hips against his and he starts to suck a sensitive spot on your neck.

“Mmm, Torres” you moans softly, leaning your head to the side to give him more access. Your hands reach up and run through his dark curls.

He kisses along your throat to the other side of your neck. You squeak a bit when he bites your shoulder as he kisses down your collarbone and in between your breasts before removing your bra. He looks up at you before taking one of your perked nipples in his mouth and sucking on the tender skin.

You let out another soft moan as you grind on him, craving friction, but loving the extra tension building up as he worships your body.

He releases your nipple with a pop before taking the other one on his mouth, this time sucking harder so it’ll leave a mark. He leaves several hickeys on your breasts before flipping you over, laying you down on the bed. He kissed down your chest and stomach to the elastic of your panties. He looked up at you, asking permission to take them off. You nod, your breath getting deeper with anticipation.

He pulls them off and tosses them to the side. He kisses down your hips to your inner thighs, nipping at the skin. You could feel his hot breath at your throbbing center before he licked a strip from your entrance to your clit.

“Oh!” You moan out as he started sucking on your sensitive bud. You arched your back and whined a bit when he stoped, but moaned out when his tongue entered you. “Fuck, Torres!”

He groaned against you as his tongue darted in and out slowly, driving you absolutely insane. You had no idea he was that good with his mouth and you weren’t disappointed.

Your moans got louder as you got closer and closer to your climax, but just before you could hit your high he pulled away, smirking.

“Fuck….Joaquin….why?” You groaned, annoyed that hadn’t let you finish.

“Not yet babygirl” he said moving up and kissing your lips again as he rubbed your sensitive bud.

You moaned against his lips “Torres….I want you so bad”

“Be patient babygirl” he whispers, fondling your breasts in his large hands as he kisses your jawline

Your breathing got deeper and you bucked your hips against his to get any kind of friction to relieve the ache.

“I’ve been patient all week Joaquin, I want you now!” You groan, almost growling.

He smirks “so needy, it’s hot as hell” he says pulling off his boxers, his extremely hard member springing out. If you hadn’t been so horny you would have sucked him off, but you wanted him in you so badly.

He lined up to your entrance and teased you with the tip. You were soaked and couldn’t wait for him to slide all the way in.

He continued to tease. Pushing in slowly, inch by inch, as he watched the desperate look on your face as you whimpered beneath him. He wasn’t doing it to be mean, he just liked watching how desperate you were for him.

He pulled out, causing a frustrated groan from you, then pushed all the way in, in one deep thrust.

“Oh fuck!” You moaned.

“Mm, so tight for me baby girl, damn” he groaned as he started to thrust slowly.

You could feel every inch of him, and he could feel every inch of you. It made you feel dizzy in the best way.

You ran your hands up and down his back as you lost yourself in the feeling of him. Eventually he picked up the pace and started thrusting deeper, hitting that spot that drove you crazy. “Oh fuck…Joaquin” you moaned out. “Don’t stop” you begged.

“I won’t babygirl, love making you feel like this” he groaned, hitting deep within you with every thrust.

Eventually he started to go faster, still bottoming out inside you.

“Shit….faster!” You moaned. He complied and started to go faster, feeling your fingers rake up and down his back gave him goosebumps.

You were both hanging on the edge of your climaxes, but the tension of inching there slowly only made it feel more intimate between you two. You’d waited long enough to for this private time together, you were going to make the best of it and make it last as long as you could.

You could feel the tell-tale signs that your climax was coming in quick. “Oh god, I’m so close!” You moaned as you felt his free hand turn your face to look at him.

“Look at me babygirl, I wanna see your pretty face when you cum” he cooed at you as he went faster, sending you over the edge.

“Fuck! Torres!” You moaned out loudly as your walls clenched around him and you released hard.

“Mm, baby I’m so close, want me to pull out?” He groaned as you felt him swell inside you.

“No, fill me up” you moaned.

Seconds later you could feel him releasing inside you, his loud moans sending chills down your spine “oh shit baby!”

He rode out both of your highs before collapsing next you to.

Once you caught your breath a little, you rolled over onto his chest, kissing him softly. He kissed back. These kisses were different than before, soft, sweet, and filled with affection.

You hummed and smiled softly.

“How do you feel baby?” He asked, smiling softly.

“Amazing” you cooed. “That was worth the wait”

He smiled as you lay on his chest, tracing patterns on your back. “So worth it” he whispered before kissing your forehead. “Let’s go get cleaned up” he said smiling.

You nodded and got up, following him into the bathroom, where there was a jacuzzi tub. He started to fill it with warm water. He put in some lavender scented bubbles, then helped you in, sliding in behind you.

You smiled and leaned into his chest, leaning your head on his shoulder as he helped you wash up. “Mmm, you’re perfect Torres” you said softly as you kissed his jawline.

“Not as perfect as you” he said kissing your cheek.

After you both relaxed in the warm bubbles for a while he helped you get out and dry off. You both got dressed again and laid down in bed, putting an old movie on the TV.

You didn’t really watch it, you were too distracted by each other. He had started playing with your hair and you found yourself pulling him for more kisses. Just sweet kisses, ones that gave you butterflies.

“Are you gonna stay with me tonight?” You asked

“Do you want me to stay tonight?” He asked, rubbing your cheek softly with his thumb.

“I’d like you to stay forever actually” you said smiling at him as you ran your hand up his chest.

He smiled and kissed you softly before leaning his forehead against yours. “Then I’ll stay” he said, cradling your face in his hands. “Tonight wasn’t about getting you into bed, well…it was, but it wasn’t just about that. I wanted to be close to you. Close in any way that I could get you. I’ve been slowly falling in love with you since we met. I just didn’t know how to tell you” he said

You smiled and kissed him softly one more time “me too” you whispered “and now I’m in so deep I don’t think I could ever let you go”

He smiled “go on a date with me? A real date. Tomorrow night after dinner with the family?”

You smiled “I’d love to”

He kissed you softly, probably for the hundredth time tonight, before pulling you back into his chest. You snuggled into him, nuzzling your nose into the crook of his neck.

At some point in the night you both dozed off, only to wake up to each the next morning. You hoped it would be like that every morning from now on.

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