#he is nice to her and he is handsome and she deserves the treat
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Reaction to MOM'S DAY
Hyung Line
Maknae Line
HAN JISUNG
You arrive home after a long day's work, eagerly anticipating a relaxing family evening. Due to your husband's unpredictable schedule, dinner together is a rare treat. As you step through the door, your husband greets you from the couch.
"Sorry I'm late, honey," you say, shrugging off your jacket.
"Good evening to you too. How was your day?" he asks, approaching you with a smile.
"Pretty good. And yours? How was our little troublemaker?" you reply, leaning in for his welcoming kiss.
"She kept me on my toes, that's for sure. She's in her room. Dinner is almost ready."
"Ready? Babe, did you cook for us?" you ask, pleasantly surprised.
"Do you honestly think I'd let you cook tonight? And..." He gives you a box of your favorite gummies and chocolates.
"Hmm?" you murmur, momentarily puzzled. "Oh my, is something special today?" you ponder, trying to recall the significance of the date. "It's not our anniversary, it's not my birthday... or yours... or Eunae's..."
"Y/n, it's Mother's Day today."
"Ohhhhhh, I completely forgot!" you chuckle.
"I'm not sure how that's possible, but it seems my memory serves me better than yours." He said.
"That's precisely why I married you," you tease, returning his kiss.
"Was that the only reason?" He asked
"Well, among other perks. But perhaps I'll show them later," You tease back, playfully tickling you as you laugh. "Stoooop, Sungiieeee," you protest.
"Alright, but be prepared for round two later," he warns with a grin, before heading to the kitchen. "If the kitchen explodes, I promise to call for backup."
"Don't even joke about it," you warn, though a smile lingers on your lips as you happily make your way to your daughter's room.
"Mommy!" your adorable daughter greets you, proudly displaying the paper she's been drawing and painting on.
"Oh, sweetheart!" you exclaim, scooping her up without noticing her glitter-coated hands. "So much glitter, Eunae."
"Daddy got it for me," she explains. You hug her tightly before setting her back down at her little table, where she continues her artistic endeavors. "Happy Mother's Day!" she announces, proudly showing you her drawing of three figures. "Eunae... Daddy and Mommy!" she declares, pointing out each character.
"It's beautiful, Eunae! Mommy loves it so much!" you say, kissing her cheek and hugging her tightly. "Oh, my little quokka, I love you to the moon and back!"
"I love you, Mommy," she replies, returning your embrace, leaving you now adorned with glitter.
"Did you have fun today?" you inquire, reaching for a tissue to wipe her hands clean.
"We got food, and paintings, and clothes, and glitter!" she recounts excitedly.
"Did you enjoy shopping with Dad?" You nod, smiling at the thought.
"Uncle Minho was there, and I saw Haneul and Hanwool Oppa!"
"Oh, really?"
"Yeah, she did. Tell Mommy what happened." Jisung appears in the doorway, prompting Eunae to cast her eyes downward. "Some girls asked for an autograph, and she spoke up."
"What did you say?" you ask, glancing at your husband as Eunae pouts.
"The girls were nice and asked if she was happy to have a handsome father," he explains. "She clarified that Minho was not her father."
"Eunae, you hurt Dad's feelings!" you laugh, pulling her into a hug. "Dad is very handsome, sweetie."
"But Uncle Minho is even more handsome," she states matter-of-factly, causing Jisung to gasp dramatically.
"You see? You see? Imagine Minho's reaction to that. Now I'm not sure if our little quokka deserves ice cream for dinner," he says, earning a glare from Eunae and a laugh from you. "See? She's got your personality!" he adds, chuckling.
Suddenly, a burning aroma comes from the kitchen.
"Honey, the food!" You both rush to the kitchen, leaving a puzzled Eunae behind in her glittery realm.
FELIX
"Come in," you call out as a knock sounds on your dressing room door. Your face lights up as you see your husband holding your one-year-old baby boy in the carrier.
"Lixie!" you exclaim, rushing to hug your husband. "How was I? Did you catch the show?"
"I saw every moment. You're the best actress I've ever seen," your husband replies, his gaze shifting to your baby MinJoon, who squeals with joy at the sight of his mother.
"Really?" you ask, your husband planting a gentle kiss on your forehead.
"Absolutely. You were incredible," he reassures you, as you chuckle and admire your baby's attire. 'Mama's prince.'
"Felix? It's adorable! He looks so cute."
"My sisters picked out the outfit," he explains. "But I dressed him," he adds proudly, handing you a bag from a luxury brand.
"What's this?" You asked.
"For your performance and because it's Mother's Day today, my love."
You smile and open the bag, finding the bag you've been eyeing for ages.
"How did you know?" You smiled.
"Your mom mentioned it to me. And do you think I don't pay attention to your interests?" he teases, as you laugh and give him a quick peck on the lips.
"You spoil me, Yongbok," you say, noticing him nodding towards your bag. "thank you love."
"Open it," he urges. Curious, you do as he says, discovering a smaller gift. You take it out and see a ring and a matching necklace. The necklace features a heart pendant with MinJoon's birth year engraved on it.
"Felix..." Tears fill your eyes as he intertwines his fingers with yours, showing you the ring inscribed with your initials, F and M, on the inside.
"Do you like it?" He asked while drying your tears.
"I'm speechless," you admit. "It's stunning. Oh! Now I feel guilty. I only got you a PC game and cologne for Father's Day."
"Y/n, this isn't a competition, silly," he says playfully. "I adored it. And I want to show my gratitude for everything you've done for our family since day one."
"You're too good to me," you say, pulling him into a tight hug. But your tender moment is interrupted by the sound of your baby's laughter as he plays with the teddy bears.
"Someone's in a good mood today," you tease, scooping up your little one.
"He had a great nap, didn't you, MinJoon?" your husband says as your son threw himself in his father arms, which makes you pout.
"MinJoon!" you call out, your husband chuckling and teasingly sticking his tongue out at you. "Hey! It's Mother's Day! Who's the one that feeds you?" you playfully ask your son, who just stares at you while tugging at Felix's black shirt.
"Dad treated him to some fruit today, Mommy," Felix says, as you chuckle, watching your baby happily.
"You know... I couldn't be happier, my love," you say, resting your head on his shoulder.
"Me neither. I love you," he says, leaning in for a kiss when your son's little hand unexpectedly makes contact with your cheek.
"Ouch!" you exclaim, while Felix chuckles mischievously.
SEUNGMIN
"Love? Seungmin?" you called out as you stepped into your home. Silence met you, something unusual for this time of day. Entering the living room, your heart swelled at the sight of your 1-year-old girl sleeping peacefully on the couch with your husband. He opened his eyes at the sound of your voice and gasped. "Oh, Y/N!" His voice was a mix of surprise and delight. Startling the little girl, she looked around before you sighed and scooped her up to prevent her from crying.
"It's okay, sweetheart. Did Dad wake you up?" you cooed, soothing her gently.
"Where were you?" Seungmin asked, concern evident in his voice.
"I got called into work, but today is Mother's Day, and I wanted to spend it with my little girl," you explained, pressing a kiss to the baby's cheek.
"Oh, damn! It's today?"
"You forgot," you stated, and he nodded sheepishly. "It's alright, love. I just want to be with my family. How about we take a walk in the park?"
"Anything you want. Today is all about you," he replied, rising from the couch as you headed to the bedroom to change your daughter's clothes. As you opened the door, your eyes widened in surprise. Inside, a large cardboard sign greeted you, reading 'Happy Mother's Day', accompanied by your favorite cake, a gift, flowers, and chocolates laid out on the bed.
"You really don't give your husband enough credit," Seungmin remarked from behind you, causing you to turn around in astonishment.
"Did you do all this?" you asked, to which he nodded, a smile playing on his lips as he lifted the baby into his arms and made his way towards the bed.
"My favorite chocolates!" you exclaimed as you unwrapped your gift, revealing a beautiful necklace with a heart pendant engraved with your daughter's initial. "Oh honey, it's beautiful." You looked back at him with tears in your eyes.
"Why are you crying, silly?" Seungmin chuckled softly as he approached, gently placing the baby girl in her bed next to the master bed. He then walked over to you, wrapping his arms around you as you hugged him tightly.
"Thank you... and I love you," you murmured softly, tears still glistening in your eyes. "I don't know what I'd do without you," you confessed, your voice filled with gratitude.
"And you won't have to find out because I'm here to stay. You leave, and I'll come after you," he joked lightly, prompting a small giggle from you as you pulled back from the hug.
"I'm torn between feeling loved and feeling threatened," you joked back, wiping away a stray tear.
"Oh babe, it's all love," he assured, planting a soft kiss on your cheek. "And I know you wouldn't let me live without you."
"You're absolutely right," you replied, turning your attention back to the necklace.
"Y/n... I know I'm not always around as much as I'd like to be, but..." He paused, his gaze intense as he searched your eyes. "I truly love you. Never forget that. You and our daughter are everything to me."
"Seungmin, I know. I know. You don't need to tell-"
"But I want to. I want to tell you more because you deserve to hear it. Hell, Y/n, you deserve so much more. You deserve to be loved, and I want to show you that every single day."
"You already do, silly. I feel like the luckiest woman alive," you declared, leaning in for another kiss, only to be interrupted by your daughter's excited babbling.
"She agrees with you," Seungmin laughed, his eyes filled with love. "Thank you." You hugged him once again, feeling overwhelmed with love and appreciation for the man standing before you.
JEONGIN
You were grateful to have finished cleaning the house before your family returned home. As you were nearly done, you heard the door opening and your husband entered with your 5-year-old son. He burst in, yelling, "Mama!"
You turned around to see him holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers. Setting aside your cleaning, you walked over to him, smiling as you crouched down to his level.
"Thank you, baby boy. What's the occasion?" you asked with a smile.
"It's Mother's Day, Mama!" he exclaimed, making you chuckle.
"Come here, give me a hug," you opened your arms to him, and he leaped into them eagerly.
"Careful!" your husband, Jeongin, warned with a chuckle. "Kiwoon, go get Mom's present." The little boy dashed off to his room, and you looked up at your husband, who was beaming.
"Full of surprises, aren't we?" you teased, placing your hands around his waist as he chuckled.
"You deserve so much more, y/n," he said, leaning in to kiss you before glancing behind you.
"Mama, I made these for you!" your son exclaimed as he returned, holding two drawings.
"My little Picasso!" you cheekily said and picked up the drawings. "Is this me?" you asked, pointing to the birds drawn around you.
"Because you're a princess and princesses can talk to animals," he explained, making your heart swell with love.
"Ohhh, you think I can talk to animals?"
"That's what you're taking from that?" Jeongin laughed. "Your son is calling you a princess."
"Am I not?" you teased, glaring playfully at your husband.
"You are, Mama!" your son quickly answered, and you hugged him tightly.
"Thank you, baby boy. You're my prince!" you kissed his cheek in an exaggeratedly affectionate manner.
"Now, let Dad talk to Mom," Jeongin requested, and your son nodded, seemingly relieved to escape your loving onslaught. "You're not just a princess, you're my queen."
"Even for you, that's cheesy," you chuckled, as he shakes the shiver run down his spine. "It took all you had to say that." You joked.
"You have no idea, but I do love you, and that's why I have a present for you," Jeongin said, picking up his phone and opening his email. "Take a look."
You read the email and saw it was a plane ticket. "Babe? This is for my parents' hometown?" you asked, confused. "And it's for next week? Jeongin, are you serious?"
"I am serious. I wouldn't joke about this. I can see how down you've been lately. You try to hide it, but I know you," he explained, his gaze soft and earnest. Your lips started to tremble as you looked at the plane ticket. "And I'll be there with you. Me, Kiwoon, and you will visit your parents for two weeks." You jumped into his arms as he laughed. "You didn't expect that, did you?" he asked as you shook your head while tears streamed down your face. He held you close, repeating "I love you" over and over as you finally broke the hug and took a deep breath.
"I love you so much. You treat me like a queen."
"You deserve everything and more," Jeongin kissed your nose, wiping away your tears with his thumb tenderly. "You are my love, babe."
"You're going to make me cry again," you whined, and he laughed again, pulling you into his embrace.
"I'm the happiest man in the world, Y/N, and I want to make you the happiest woman in the world," he whispered as his hand danced across your back.
"I already am, babe," you whispered back as you both kissed, before Kiwoon appeared in the living room again, confused by your tear-stained face.
"Mom is okay! Just happy tears," you reassured him.
"Dad is crying too." He pointed it out.
"Happy tears, buddy," Jeongin said, picking up his son in his arms. "Let's call Granny and Gran to tell them the good news."
END! What you guys think? Cute?
Happy mother's day to all moms! <3
#skz#kpop#straykids#stray kids#skz reactions#straykids reactions#fluffy#skz jeongin#jeongin#yang jeongin#skz han#han#han jisung#stray kids in#stray kids han#stray kids felix#felix lee#lee felix#skz seungmin#kim seungmin#seungmin#skz felix
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cinnamon, honey, & sage — geto suguru x human!reader
ೃ⁀➷ genre : fluff
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⋆.ೃ࿔*: warnings & a/n : nothing, just fluff, girldad!geto suguru, honestly nothing too crazy or exciting just suguru going soft for a human (lmk if i should make a part two)
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geto suguru didn't particularly look forward to having to saunter into the small bakery just a mere ten minute walk from his current residence. no, not because it was unsanitary or even that the food was bad — he simply wished to never interact with the monkeys nearby if he could help it.
they left a stench, one of greed and unworthiness. rotten and disgusting. actively seeking them out was not on his to-do list.
yet nanako and mimiko couldn't let the small place go. they loved it there. when suguru would give the girls a wad of cash and urge them to spend their day in the small city nearby — this place was always their last stop.
despite being branded as a bakery it stayed open late and sold sake, and even though the cute owner that sat behind the counter would giggle and politely refuse to sell the two girls the alcohol — she always gave them an extra pastry and let them spill their teenage gossip to her.
we bought you a scone geto-sama... but we shared it on the way home nanako would admit with a half-guilty grin but you should really try it yourself anyways! the owner is very pretty and i promise it smells nice!
he'd scoff lovingly at this, but the more the pair gushed about the owner and her sweet attitude towards his girls, it had become a recurring thought. and since mimiko had gotten sick, and inevitably passed it on to nanako — he figured the girls deserved some cheering up as they were getting better.
suguru looks up, the neon sign reads magic shop in japanese, lighting up in a pink and purple hue with the words bakery & bar underneath.
the sun was setting now and the bell to the door rings softly, alerting you from the back of the shop to a new customer. though you were open for another hour you weren't expecting many more customers on a week night.
suguru observes the small building, comfortable booths line the wall, and the ceiling to floor windows are littered with hanging plants and vines. lights dim and colorful flood his vision while soft music meets his ears. the atmosphere is nice, calming even and suguru finds himself looking for something to be displeased with. he grunts when he can't find anything.
so far his girls were right, it does smell nice. yet he hasn't seen another person yet, until he hears small padding footsteps come to the front — you must be the sweet owner who gives away free treats.
your face is pleasant and welcoming as you take in his appearance, skin a bit hot as you observe the much taller man. his dark hair is long, half tied up into a bun and the rest cascading over his shoulders. he's wearing a black button up, sleeve rolled up and tucked into casual black slacks that accentuate his figure nicely. and he is handsome. god, is he handsome.
you let the thoughts drift away as his gaze looks a bit apprehensive before slowly approaching the counter.
"hi, welcome in." you greet softly, voice melodic and sweet and he can't help but rejoice a bit that you aren't overly cheery or theatrical. "were you looking for anything specific tonight?"
he finally stops right in front of counter, gaze boring down onto you as he studies you. "yes, actually." he responds, voice low and dreamy as he scans the window with the pastries. "two raspberry muffins, three cinnamon scones, a cheese danish, and a loaf of your homemade bread."
his recitation of the order is precise and memorized, and you can't help but let out a giggle to yourself before commenting, "you must be the protective hermit who looks after mimiko and nanako, yeah?" you ask as he looks at you with a slightly shocked expression. you giggle again, and he leans a bit closer instinctively at the sound. "their words, not mine.. it's geto, right?"
he nods in confirmation, for some reason introducing himself with his full name as you do the same. at your comment he actually lets out a small chuckle, a grin finally finding his face and actually meeting his eyes before he nods, "i suppose that would be me.. i don't find myself out much, i have.. sensitivities." he admits, in the middle of his sentence realizing he hadn't even grimaced at a certain smell yet. no. you smelt nice, inviting even — you smelt of cinnamon, honey, and... what was that?... a hint of sage maybe. not too sweet or overbearing. suguru mentally slapped himself for enjoying it as much as he did. "you knew that just by their order?"
you laugh again as you nod, beginning to grab his items before speaking. "yeah, they've become some of my favorite regulars. they typically order the same things — aside from the homemade bread." you tell him, "you must not have much of a sweet tooth." you observe as he nods in confirmation. "that's okay, i don't really either.."
"yet you run a bakery?" suguru quips, letting out a small laugh as you nod.
"and bar." you correct with a smirk, "i know, i see the irony, too. but baking was something i learned to love from someone who just.. meant a lot to me." you find yourself admitting for reasons unknown. why were you so easily telling this man things about yourself?
he can almost see you inner turmoil, but he can understand your passion — loving something because someone you loved also did. it was slightly heartwarming, and he could feel his past creeping up his throat a bit. he swallows it down.
you clear your throat. "oo, i know! i have a new item i'd like you to try.. it's a taro bun but i make it with a different herbal mix, not too sweet but not too bitter. i think you might like it." you suggest, placing two of the lilac colored buns into his now large packaged box that was decorated in your logo and littered in small doodled flowers.
typically suguru would flinch and disregard anyones assumption at what he might like, yet he found himself gravitating toward you. listening intently, and he even hoped you were right. then he could come back and give you his honest review.
was he seriously searching for a reason to see you again already? tsk. maybe his girls were right, you do seem quite intriguing and magnetic. he can't believe he's allowing himself to think this way about a non-sorcerer.
"speaking of, where have those two been? i haven't seen them the last week or so — i was starting to get worried." you ponder, ringing his total up on your register. typically any pry into his life would annoy him, but your concern seems genuine and leaves him curious.
"ah, mimiko seems to have caught an illness and of course, nanako got it from her." suguru explains, and you're worried gaze finds his and he is quick to reassure you. "they're both already on the mend, don't worry. they talk a lot about this place.. and you.." suguru begrudgingly admits, "i figured this would cheer them up a bit."
your face immediately blushes at the idea that he already knew about you prior. "hmm, that's very sweet of you... here, take some tonyu with you as well. they usually get a few boxes, but they always switch up the flavors." you tell him, and he's only just now realizing how attentive you've been to them while on their own. he finds himself grateful that they were in good hands. you give him four different flavors of the drinks.
you bag all of the items together and you both find yourself a little bit desperate to spend a bit more time in the other's presences. "say, what time does your shop close?" suguru finds himself speaking before his brain can process what he's doing.
you look up at him with big eyes, almost shocked before you stutter out an answer. "i close in about.. uhh.. 13 minutes." you tell him, not realizing how much time had passed. "why do you ask?"
"any chance you'll let a customer in after close to share some sake with?" he asks next, a sweet grin painting his face as you blush wildly. how had a human woo'd him so easily?
"hmm.. only for the handsome stranger i've heard so much about." you hum to yourself as his shoulders bob a bit though his laughter. "go to your girls, i'll have our drink ready when you get back." you smile warmly, and he thanks you.
not even twenty minutes later you see his silhouette approaching, and you go to unlock the door. as you pull it open, you see a small box in his hands and realize he's brought the taro buns with him.
"i figured we could share these, and i could go ahead and give you my honest review, yeah?" he speaks as he steps inside, stopping just in front of you. his tall frame swallowing you as he leans in and you grow bit flustered. you grin. "ready for that drink?"
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Apple Of His Eye - Aemond Targaryen
i know how much i'm gonna hate him later, so i'm getting this out of the way before that happens and start wanting to kill him. also, why isn't anyone making more smut for this handsome douchebag???
Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), mentions of sexual assault, hurt/comfort, pining, oral (f!receiving), fluff
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You knew how important this job was. You knew this was the only way to support your family.
At first, having the prince constantly compliment you and eye you up and down gave you great confidence in yourself. No man had ever had such an intense interest in you, so to have a prince have an interest felt amazing. But you quickly started to regret ever feeling special being treated this way.
You failed to realize how forceful and barbaric the young prince could be. You had heard the rumors of course, but he seemed so nice to you. But from behind closed doors, the prince subjected you to such painful actions. You so desperately wanted to tell someone, but you knew such slanderous accusations, true or not, would be asking to be beheaded for treason. So you stayed silent, discreetly taking the teas prescribed and trying your best to avoid the prince at all costs. Although, you couldn’t hide or refuse when he started to order you to his chambers.
Despite being well paid for your work, you started to feel like it wasn’t even worth it. How much longer could you take prince Aegon’s torture while maintaining your sanity? You wondered how much trouble you’d be in if Aegon ever started to get bored of you, or if you started to refuse him. Surely, a man like him, he’d paint himself in the best light and make you out to be the villain. You didn’t have any good options.
There came a point when you realized your dalliances with the prince were not as big of a secret as you previously thought. You knew his wife knew, she had walked in on you and him one night. It was so humiliating, but you still felt worse for her. She was so innocent, she didn’t deserve a husband like Aegon. And you knew the younger prince, Aemond, knew.
You were serving the family’s dinner one night. You felt sick to your stomach as Aegon smirked darkly at you as you set a plate down in front of him, but you just tried to avoid eye contact. As you went to pull away after setting down a plate in front of Aemond, he gently grabbed your forearm to keep you in place. You looked at him in shock for a brief moment before looking around the table to see if anyone was looking at the two of you, but everyone was preoccupied with their dinner.
You winced quietly as Aemond lifted up your sleeve, revealing a large bruise almost in the shape of a hand. You heard him let out a hum of disapproval, and for a moment you feared he would berate you, but all he did was let go of your arm and waved you off.
Later that night as you were getting ready for bed, a soft knock on your door shocked you out of your nightly habits. You smiled as you opened the door to greet one of your fellow servant girls. “From the young Prince, miss.” She said, handed you a bowl of cold water with a rag hanging off the side, passing you a note along with it.
You set the bowl on your bedside and read the note.
For your bruise - Aemond.
You felt a blush rise to your cheeks, setting down the note on your pillow as you situated the cold compress on your forearm, feeling the swelling of your bruise already go down slightly. You didn’t really know prince Aemond, he was a mystery to most, especially you. He was prone to violence, quiet but blunt, and not the nicest, his eyepatch making him even more intimidating. So why was he being nice to you? Perhaps he knew what his brother was and he took pity on you. Either way, you were grateful and made a mental note to thank him the next time you saw him.
The next morning at breakfast, you served prince Aemond with a note placed under his plate that simply said, thank you. You could see the side of his mouth tick up in a small small that no one would notice if they weren’t paying attention, but you were.
The joy you felt that morning quickly disappeared once prince Aegon called you to his chambers that night. You felt disgusting, only useful when the future king needed to get off. You hated everything. You felt the tears fall down your cheeks copiously as you limped back to your quarters slowly, trying to hold them in but failing miserably. Your vision was so blurry that you didn’t even notice a figure walking up to you until they called out your name. You blinked out your tears and silently gasped. “Prince Aemond.” You bowed, your face heating up in embarrassment.
Aemond placed his hand underneath your chin, gently lifting your face up to look at him. “Did my brother do this to you?” He asked lowly, his face expressionless and unmoving as he awaited your answer. But you had no idea if you could speak the truth, would the young prince kill you on the spot if you slandered the older prince’s name? Seeing your hesitation, Aemond got his answer. He pulled his hand away, only to stand by your side with a hand on your shoulder. “Come.”
You had no strength to refuse, following Aemond to his chambers with trembling hands.
Aemond sat you down in one of his chairs as soon as you entered his room, watching as he retrieved a bowl not too dissimilar from the one he sent to your room last night. Taking a seat right in front of you, he squeezed out excess water from a rag and went to bring it up to where you had a small cut on your face but you quickly flinched away. Aemond frowned, leaning back slightly before taking one of your shaking hands in his. “I’m not going to hurt you, I promise. I’m not my brother.” Even though you didn’t really know him as a person, nothing told you that he was lying. The look in his eye said he was telling the truth.
You didn’t flinch this time as Aemond cleaned your wounds, keeping a steady and gentle hand and never hurt you, just like he promised. His hands soothed over every cut, scrape, and bruise, making sure to check in with you every once in a while to make sure you were okay. He was…sweet, much to your surprise. Despite his hands being rough and calloused from years of training and dragon riding, you liked the way they felt on your skin. They were precise in their care, sometimes lightly running over you in a way that would cause goosebumps to rise all over your body.
You watched him with a curiosity that never ceased even when he stopped to look back at you. Your eyes trained on his hand that reached up to slowly wipe a fallen tear off your cheek, his thumb lingering there until he seemed to catch himself and quickly pulled away. “I…I don’t understand.” You whispered, adding, “my prince.”
“You don’t need to. Allow me to walk you back to your chambers.”
“Oh, you don’t have-”
“I insist.” He took your hand to help you out of the chair, gesturing towards his door and leading you down the long halls of the castle down to the servants’ quarters.
You looked back at the prince nervously, biting your lip before finally speaking. “Thank you, my prince.” You bowed, smiling weakly before entering your bedroom, releasing a shaky exhale as soon as you closed the door.
You didn’t know what the next couple days would be like, but you certainly weren’t expecting prince Aegon to be avoiding you. Typically, he would always seek you out in a crowd or subtly slap your ass when serving the family dinners or breakfasts. But now, if he even saw you he’d go out of his way to avoid you, like he was scared of you. The prince, possibly future king, was afraid of you? That couldn’t be right, you refused to believe so. But then you realized he wasn’t, he was afraid of someone else. His own brother.
It was a “blink and you’ll miss it” moment. You didn’t notice it at first, but you finally did one morning. You caught Aemond glaring at Aegon as you served him, as if he was mentally plunging daggers into the older sibling’s chest. Usually, Aegon would call you to his chambers every night, but he suddenly stopped after that night Aemond tended to your injuries. It didn’t take long to piece two and two together, but why? You were just a servant girl, nobody but someone to serve the Targaryens.
Aemond didn’t understand it either. He wasn’t one to be infatuated with someone, especially not someone as low as a servant. But you had caught his eye as soon as you started working for them. It had been a couple years after losing his eye, and everyone was frightful at the sight of him. People would look away in disgust or look down on him in pity. All the girls would be squeamish, so he started wearing the eyepatch. But not once did you ever look at him in pity or disgust, you were always nice to him. Even when you had seen him without his eyepatch one day, you smiled at him. A genuine smile. He never forgot the feeling in his stomach once he saw your smile, especially since it was directed at him. He knew he’d never be able to pursue an actual relationship with someone like you when he was in a family like his. So he settled for watching you from afar.
Then you caught the eye of his brother.
Aegon being Aegon, he always bragged about his conquests to Aemond, trying to make him as uncomfortable as possible, but it was different once he started bragging about the things he’d do to you every night. Sometimes Aemond thought about slitting his throat, he’d get rid of his competition for the throne and you at once. But of course he couldn’t do that without getting himself killed as well. All this time, he thought whatever happened between you and Aegon was always consensual, but you coming from his chambers in tears that night immediately proved him wrong. He couldn’t just let his brother disrespect you any longer, not on his watch. So he threatened to push Aegon out of the very window that he used to jerk off on, making sure he never even thought about touching you ever again. Thus, the matter was settled.
You wanted to thank Aemond, but didn’t know how or if anything would be enough to express your gratitude. Though, the younger prince did have a few ideas. Soon you started to notice the prince’s presence wherever you went. Sometimes, you’d run into each other in the halls of the castle and he’d always use the excuse that he just wanted to go for a walk, then he’d try to strike up a conversation if you weren’t busy. Other times you’d be working in the Godswood and Aemond would sit nearby reading a book, pretending that he wasn’t staring at you every five seconds.
As the weeks went one, he started to invite you to watch him train or help him with his injuries if he ever managed to get one. It became normal for him to be around all the time, even standing around in the kitchens sometimes whenever you were helping prepare the meals, unknowingly distracting you constantly. But it was nice, and you weren’t surprised when you realized you had started to fall for him. You enjoyed his company, but your feelings also came with a bitter aftertaste. You knew he could never be with a servant, no matter how much authority he had as a prince. It saddened you.
But that never was going to stop Aemond from taking what he wanted.
It was the middle of the night when someone informed you that the prince wanted to see you in his chambers. Even if you didn’t want you, you would have no choice but to obey. But you wanted to, so badly, no matter how much it reminded you of all the times prince Aegon would call you to his room.
The door opened as soon as you knocked, prince Aemond’s face softly smiling down at you and ushering you in. “You wanted to see me, my prince?” You asked.
“Yes.” He let out an exhale, one might say it was nervous, but you couldn’t tell.
“Are you going to tell me why?” You giggled, but stopped once Aemond took a few steps closer to you with an intense look in his eyes, looking you up and down.
“I must admit, ever since you came to serve us all those years ago, I’ve had my eye on you. And I believe you know that, I’ve not been subtle I’m afraid.”
“It would be hard not to notice a prince staring at you every day, especially one as handsome as you.”
Aemond chuckled, closing the gap between you even more, rubbing a hand down your sleeve covered arm. “I was jealous of my brother, that he had you. But it angered me even more that he was hurting you. I couldn’t let him continue.”
You frowned, avoiding his eye trained on you. “I knew what you did for me. I apologize, I did not know how to thank you. But I am and will always be so grateful.”
He shook his head. “You have no need to apologize, my dear. I had only wished I knew sooner, but you’re okay now, with me. That’s all that matters.”
“With you?”
“I’ve always wanted you, even though it would be discouraged. I don’t care. Even just for one night, I want you. If you’d have me. I would not force you. Like I told you all those nights ago, I’m not like my brother.”
“And I believed you then, I still believe you now.” You whispered, placing a hand on his chest hesitantly; he seemed so much like a heavenly being, you were almost afraid you’d turn to gold if you touched him, but alas, you were still okay.
“Is that a yes?” Aemond placed his hand on top of yours with a small smile, you could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his eye staring down at you intensely.
“Yes.” You breathed, your eyes almost drooping shut, lifting yourself up on your tiptoes as Aemond leaned down to connect your lips with his.
You moaned at the intensity of the kiss, so much time with pent up longing for each other pouring itself out in this kiss. Aemond cradled your cheek in his hand, while the other held onto your hip, pulling you to him as close as possible. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, snaking your fingers through his long white hair, hitting the back of his eyepatch. Noticing your roadblock, he reached back and undid his eyepatch, letting it fall to the floor.
You smiled up at him as you took in all his facial features, the scar running along the left side of his face making him even more handsome than you thought possible. You ran your hands down his torso, tugging at the ends of his shirt and helping him remove it. You admired his skin, your fingers tracing every part of it as he reached behind you to undo the laces on the back of your dress. He leaned down to kiss every new part of exposed skin as he slowly pulled your dress off your body. Your nipples hardened as Aemond gently ran his thumb over each one, licking his lips before leaning down to take one in his mouth.
You sighed out as Aemond suckled and gently nipped at the sensitive flesh, giving each one equal attention as you pulled at the roots of his hair. He leaned back up to continue kissing you passionately, slowly back you up until you hit the end of his bed. He kissed you until he made you sit down, instructing you to lie on your back as he stood in between your legs.
You pushed yourself up on your elbows to look down at Aemond curiously, only to find him getting on his knees and sloppily kissing up your inner thighs. “I bet my life my idiot brother never did this to you.” Before you could understand his meaning, you gasped as Aemond licked up your folds. He did that a few more times before he placed your thighs on his shoulders, pulling you to the very end of the bed so he could have a better angle, feeling his heavy breaths on your core could have driven you wild.
“Aemond-!” You whimpered as you felt his tongue explore you, his saliva mixing with your arousal and fixating on your clit, eliciting a moan from you. “Oh gods…” You had never felt such pleasure like this, it was otherworldly and you couldn’t believe it was your prince Aemond making you feel this way. You let out a squeak as he slowly pushed a finger into your cunt, then added another to make sure you were ready to accommodate him. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he sucked on your clit, your thighs clenched around his head and your hands gripping onto the sheets for dear life as you were at the mercy of your handsome prince. “Feels so good.” You stuttered, biting your lip to try and keep loud moans in.
“And you taste so good, like honeysuckle.” Aemond moaned, looking up at you with an intense gaze, keeping eye contact as he pleasured you. “Do you think you’re ready for me, my dear?” He asked with panting breaths, standing up and undoing his trousers, slowly rubbing himself as you opened your legs further for him.
“Please…” You whined, your cunt dripping and aching for him to be inside you. It was the most primal thing you’ve ever felt, this need to be filled. His touch was intoxicating, like the finest wine.
You scooched yourself back until you hit the headboard, Aemond crawling on top of you with a hunger in his eye. “If it ever gets to be too much, tell me and we can stop.” He assured, giving you a quick peck on the lips before reaching down to bring his cock to your core. You keened as he ran his tip up and down your folds, gathering your slick and swirling it around your clit for a few seconds before he finally lined himself up with your entrance. He looked you in the eyes to make sure you were okay before slowly sinking himself into you.
You held onto Aemond’s shoulders tightly, moaning breathily as his cock stretched you out, so big you were almost afraid he would break you in half. He let out a soft growl as he felt your warm walls clench around him tightly, slowly bottoming out and hitting the ends of you. You whimpered from the sting of the stretch, but it felt so right at the same time. “Fuck, my dear, you feel absoultely heavenly.” Aemond groaned, leaning down to connect his lips with yours as he gently grinded against you, waiting for you to relax enough for him to move.
Even the smallest movements had you panting and whining, you were so sensitive already. Aemond’s hands traveled all over you, mapping out your body and making note of every area that had you gasping in pleasure. You arched up against him as he licked up your neck, your eyes fluttering closed when he started to nip and suck on your soft skin. “Are you ready for me to move, darling?” He whispered in your ear, and you nodded vigorously.
You cried out as he pulled out and thrusted back into you harshly, the sudden movement lighting a spark in your core and reverberated throughout your entire body. Aemond held onto your sides as he set a gentle pace, not too slow or fast. Each thrust, the tip of his cock hit that special spot inside you that brought tears to your eyes, your nails digging into the skin of his shoulders where you were holding onto him. He grunted loudly as he felt the sting of his skin breaking, that pain only adding to the pleasure he already felt. “Feels so amazing, my prince.” You moaned, the world around you falling away until Aemond was the only thing you felt.
“Yeah? Has anyone else made you feel this good before, hm?”
“No, no one else. Only you.” You answered as best you could, the pleasure overriding your senses and making it hard to do anything else much less talk, your words coming out mumbled and incoherent.
Aemond moaned loudly as he thrusted into you faster, sitting up on his knees and holding onto your hips with a bruising grip, watching your breasts bounce with every harsh rut into your soaked pussy. He smirked as he watched you lose yourself in the pleasure unabashedly, unable to silence your moans, the room being filled with the sounds of your intimate union.
You felt so close to your release, Aemond hitting all the right places over and over again; and he could sense it too, your walls clenching around him rhythmically and your moans getting louder and drawn out. “Are you close, my dear? Are you going to come for your prince?” Aemond spoke huskily, reaching down to rub your throbbing clit with his thumb.
You let out a high pitched whine, nodding and repeatedly saying yes like a chant.
“Say my name.” He ordered, so close to his release as well.
“Aemond!” You moaned, tears pouring out of your eyes as you felt the quick build up of your orgasm, on the cusp, so close to the edge ready to tip over. “Oh gods, Aemond-!” You let out a strangled cry as a white hot burning intensity washed over you, traveling through your body and making your muscles clench. Your vision went black as you reached the peak of your climax, Aemond continuing to thrust into you as you rode out your earth shattering orgasm and he was right behind you.
Aemond let out a guttural moan as he finally came, releasing his warm seed into you, thrusting into you even after your walls drained him. He stilled and you were finally able to catch your breath, your vision returning to normal and looking back up at Aemond. It was a beautiful sight, his hair was a mess, a thin sheen of sweat coating his body making him shine, and his blissed out expression with a small smile on his face.
Aemond pulled out and laid beside you, reaching over and moving a piece of your hair out of your face tenderly. “You’re so beautiful. This is one of the only moments where I wished I had both of my eyes so I could take you in properly.” He spoke softly, his words causing your face to heat up with a blush.
“You’re perfect just the way you are, my prince.”
“We are alone, you don’t have to address me like that.”
You smirked. “Of course…my prince.” Aemond let out a short laugh, shushing you as he pulled you closer to him, letting your head rest of his chest. “I think I should go…”
“No, no…” Aemond quickly whispered. “Stay.” He tightened his grip on you.
“But what if I get caught in here?”
“Shh, don’t worry. I’m the prince, remember? I could keep you in here for all eternity and nobody would be able to do anything.”
“That sounds boring.”
Aemond pushed you on your back, hovering over you with a smirk. “Well, I’m sure I could find ways to quell your boredom.” He teased, kissing you passionately until you pushed him away with a giggle, then trying not to frown as your thoughts ran rampant.
“I’m just a servant girl, Aemond.” You sighed, avoiding his eye in shame. “One day you’re going to marry another princess and you’ll forget all about me.”
“I don’t want a princess, I don’t give a shit about that. I only want you, and I’ll kill anyone who tries to get in our way. You believe me, don’t you?”
You smiled softly. “I do.”
Aemond mirrored your smile, opening his arms to you once more. “Good. Now let’s sleep. Tomorrow, I’m going to introduce you to Vhagar.”
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i'd let this man so unspeakable things to me istg
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Wicked Games - Halloween Special
Dark!BatBoys x Reader (modern au)
Summary: The boys corrupt their captured Angel.
Warnings: drug use, thigh riding, dark themes (mdni)
a/n: HAPPY HALLOWEEN!! 🎃✨ hope you enjoy this little Halloween special with our favorite boys!
➻❥ Part I ➻❥ Part II ➻❥Part III
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Halloween Special
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The music was pounding through the speakers, the lights pulsating mixed colors on the floor and walls. The atmosphere was dark and sensual. Fake cobwebs hung in the corners of the walls, spooky decorations placed all over.
It was Halloween night and the club was packed full of people in all sorts of costumes. You surveyed the dance floor, watching the mixture of bodies all moving together to the fast paced music.
You were where you always were when you came to Velaris, the illustrious night club. In the VIP section, perched on the owner’s lap—Rhysand’s lap.
He was lucky he was much taller than you otherwise the white feathered wings you had strapped to your back would’ve smothered his face.
You were dressed as an Angel. Your costume had, of course, been picked out by Rhysand. It was hardly more than some skimpy white lingerie completed with a halo headband and the wings.
Rhysand was dressed as the Devil in all black, with horns clipped in his hair. Not much of a costume but considering he already was a devil in disguise, it suited him.
Cassian and Azriel were dressed as his demons. Both also had horns clipped to their hair and wore massive bat-like wings.
An Angel and her devil and two demons.
You had to admit, they all looked hot—devilishly handsome. Just the sight of them alone had your pulse racing. You knew by the grin on their faces that they felt it too.
You sipped on your cocktail, already on your second one and feeling a nice buzz. Rhysand leaned forward, brushing your hair to one side.
“Having fun, Angel?”
His breath ghosted the tip of your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. Not too long ago you had been in a similar position with him while his fingers were inside of you. The thought of that night caused an ache between your legs.
“Yes, sir,” you replied, leaning into his touch. His arm was wrapped around your waist, his hand flat against your stomach.
“Such good manners tonight,” Cassian teased from next to you. “Maybe you should always keep this costume on.”
“Don’t tease her, Cass.” Azriel’s dark and husky voice came from your other side. You felt him graze the back of his knuckles against your upper arm. “Not while she’s being such an angel.”
You smirked at Cassian. You always loved it when Azriel took your side. Cassian playfully narrowed his eyes at you in challenge.
“I think she deserves a sweet treat,” Rhysand purred. “Do you guys agree?”
You twisted your head to the side to look at Rhys. Your eyes met Rhy’s violet ones full of mischief and lust. Your eyebrows raised in question as his two demons nodded their agreement.
Rhysand reached into his pocket and pulled something out. It was a small baggie filled with a few translucent looking patches.
“What is that?”
“This, Angel, is called the Devil’s Tongue,” Rhys whispered. He leaned down, nipping at your ear. “It’ll make you feel good. I promise.”
He sat up straight, raising a single eyebrow at you in question. You weren’t a stranger to drugs, though you’d never tried this one before. But it was Halloween after all, and the Devil was offering you the chance to sin.
You held out your palm but Rhys smacked it down.
“Pick one of my demons, Angel.”
You were confused, facing forward again to look at Cassian and Azriel. Cassian grinned at you but Azriel’s face held just a small smirk.
“Azriel,” you said. He had been on your side earlier, after all. Cassian gave you a faux pout while Azriel’s smirk turned into a grin.
A grin that looked anything but friendly. You swallowed nervously. Perhaps you had chosen wrong.
Rhysand opened the baggie and pulled out one of the tiny square patches. You watched with curiosity as Azriel opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out. Rhys placed the translucent patch right on his tongue.
The Devil’s Tongue indeed.
“If you want it,” Rhys purred as he gripped both your wrists in his hand. “You’ll have to take it from him.”
You knew where this was going. Rhysand was going to continue to hold your arms back so if you wanted it, you’d have to use your own tongue to take it from him. It really should’ve taken you longer than half a second to decide what you wanted but when in Rome…
You made eye contact with Azriel, bristled at the challenge in his hazel eyes. Fine then. You’d show them.
You leaned towards him, your eyes fluttering closed. You stuck your tongue out, letting it swirl over his before licking the patch right off his tongue. But you took things further as Azriel pulled his tongue back into his mouth and smashed your lips against his.
Azriel was quick to react, meeting your passionate vigor with his own, a small grunt escaping from him. Rhys shifted you in his lap with a groan, clearly enjoying the show you and Azriel were putting on.
You felt the drug dissolve in your mouth as you continued to kiss Azriel. His tongue darted out again, swiping your bottom lip. You parted your lips with a small gasp, letting him in.
Cassian let out a jealous growl from behind you, his calloused hand gripped your thigh. You continued to make-out with Azriel, groaning into his kiss as you felt Rhysand harden beneath you.
Cassian’s large hands moved to your waist, yanking you from Azriel and pulling you to face him. You smirked at the feral hunger in his eyes, the envy behind it.
“My turn,” he growled.
You tilted your head at him. “I don’t know, Cassian. I don’t think you’ve been very good tonight.”
His eyes sparked and he leaned forward to whisper in your ear. “Tonight isn’t about me being good, baby girl. It’s about seeing just how bad we can make you.”
He pulled back to give you a wolfish grin.
“Why don’t you show my demon a little mercy, Angel?” Rhysand murmured. “Open up.”
The command in his voice had you parting your swollen lips, sticking your tongue out so he could place one of the tiny patches on it.
Cassian launched forward, licking the drug right off your tongue before grabbing you by the back of the head and crashing his lips against yours with a groan.
Azriel’s kiss had been sensual, slow and tantalizing. But Cassian was rougher with you, a mixture of teeth and lips that had you panting. You mindlessly grinded your ass into Rhysand’s hard cock needing more and more.
The drug was starting to kick in now. You could feel it inside of you, amplifying the emotions you were already feeling and leaving your mind spinning. Desire lit a flame in the lower pit of your stomach, your core pulsating with need.
Rhysand pulled you away from Cassian, who whined in response. You squealed as he spun you around easily, until your legs straddled his hips and you faced him. His eyes were dark with lust and he growled as his cock pressed against your clothed center.
“Open,” he commanded.
Your eyes were half-lidded as you stared at him with just as much hunger. You stuck your tongue out, letting him place another tablet on it. He swirled his tongue around yours, much like you had done to Azriel, before licking the patch from you.
Every inch of your skin was on fire. The air was heavy with desire and need. You wanted so much more. Wanted to take and take and take what you needed from them.
Azriel and Cassian’s hands were all over you, stroking your spine, your thighs, your shoulders. Any bit of exposed skin they could reach. You tossed your head back with a sigh, looking up at the pulsating colors on the ceiling that changed to the beat of the loud music.
“You are so hot,” Cassian growled, scraping his canines against the lobe of your ear.
“Beautiful,” Azriel breathed, kissing up your shoulder to your neck.
“Our little Angel is just as sinful as we are,” Rhysand purred.
More. You needed more.
“Rhys,” you whined, unsure why. All you knew was the ache between your thighs was almost unbearable. Cassian nipped at your throat as Azriel’s tongue lapped at the swell of your breast.
“What is it, Angel?” Rhysand crossed his hands behind his head, his gaze drifting between your eyes and your body that was perched perfectly in his lap—The Devil, king of the underworld without a crown, letting his demons corrupt his captured Angel.
“I want…” you mewled out between pants of air. “I need more.”
“Go on, Angel.” Rhysand grinned and you were spinning again. “Take what you need from me.”
Cassian’s hands trailed down your thigh, sliding under it and lifting your leg moving it between Rhysand’s lap so you were straddling one thigh. Azriel was kissing up your throat, gripping your chin with his hand to keep you in place.
Rhysand jerked his knee and you gasped as his leg rubbed against your center. Your eyes widened as you turned your head around to glance at the club but with Azriel and Cassian huddled so close to you and Rhysand, their large wings blocked your view.
“No one can see you, sweetheart,” Azriel said darkly, twisting your face to his. “No one is allowed to see you. Not like this.”
He leaned in, pressing a kiss to your lips. You kissed him back, relishing in the feeling of his soft lips. Cassian’s hand roamed your body, kneading your breasts, running up and down your bare thighs while Rhysand watched intensely.
“Help her, Cassian,” Rhysand ordered.
You were still too wrapped up in Azriel’s kiss, letting his tongue explore your mouth to understand what Rhysand meant. That is, until you felt Cassian grab you by your hips and rocked you on Rhysand’s thigh.
You gasped into Azriel’s kiss, a shot of electricity piercing through your body as your core rubbed against Rhysand’s leg. Cassian rocked you again and again, guiding your movement as he lapped at your throat, your jaw, the tops of your breasts. Anywhere he could.
“That's it, baby girl,” Cassian encouraged. “Use Rhys for your own pleasure. Let us make you feel good.”
Your Angel wings and breasts bounced softly with every roll of your hips. It wouldn’t take much to push you over the edge, not with the drug amplifying every feeling, every brush against your skin.
Cassian’s hands went back to roaming your body as you took over riding Rhysand’s thigh on your own. The grunts and groans coming from all three of them, the sight of Rhysand straining against his pants, only turned you on even more.
The pressure was building and building in the pit of your stomach. The colors of the club mixed together, the beat of the music serving as a guide for the movement of your hips.
You were so close. So close.
Azriel bit down on your bottom lip right as Rhysand purred, “Come for us, Angel. Let us hear those beautiful cries.”
The tiny spark of pain, his words, the feeling of his thigh rubbing against you—it knocked you right over the edge. You pulled away from Azriel’s kiss, tossing your head back as your orgasm shot straight through you.
It was lightening, euphoric, peaking you so high that the tumble down had you falling limp against Rhysand’s chest.
“Good girl,” he muttered, stroking a hand down your spine. “Our perfect little Angel.”
Because that’s what you were.
An Angel, captured by the Devil and his demons.
But if this was hell, you never wanted to go back to heaven.
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Hi!
Some Mareach thoughts regarding their pining for the other because that's my favorite headcanon ever for them, especially if it's painfully obvious that they like the other.
It's all rambling sjdksj Sorry if it's confusing to read! It's just all my thoughts on the matter, and they're loosely based on the drawings I did jsjds
Also, this all may not be very coherent? In the sense of time and stuff, I wrote it on the spot, honestly sjsj
Now, Peach has been in love with Mario for a long time. Before he saved her for the first time, and maybe even before he became the helpful hero of the Mushroom Kingdom.
He was nice to her, respectful and liked to have fun- never mind that she was a princess. With her subjects Peach couldn't exactly run and jump and just play any time outside of the official games (unless it was little children, they loved it, but once they got bigger, they realized she was The Princess, and must be treated with excessive respect and distance, apparently), but with Mario she could get her nice, pink dress dirty with mud or with stains of green grass, get leaves in her hair, or overall be a mess, regardless of the situation. He'd just laugh with his equally dirty overalls, instead of fretting over her nice clothes being ruined.
They'd have simple competitions, who gets faster to that one tree about ten meters away? They'd push and shove to get there quicker, both using their abilities for it. Peach would levitate a rock for it to get in Mario's way, and Mario would jump very high to go past it easily. And whoever won earned a kiss from the loser (alright, Peach shamelessly set that rule, whatever for her to place her lips on Mario's round nose or to get his mustache to tickle her cheek when his lips placed a loud kiss on it).
It was fun and simple, and Peach felt truly relaxed and appreciated when she was with Mario, in a way that with her cousin Daisy or her father Toadsworth she just didn't. Her heart would beat faster, and she'd look forward to seeing Mario's blue eyes and his silly nose and his handsome mustache. And to hear his accented sweet voice, or to see him communicate with gestures, where Peach would do her absolute best to interpret it the best she could.
To simply be by Mario's side could made Peach's whole day.
After she was rescued though, she saw him in a new light- a heroic (and very handsome-) light. He fought against a koopa many times his size and simply flung him out by the tail! Then Mario effortlessly lifted her in his arms and ran her to safety. Mario kind of literally swept her off her feet, and Peach felt that she fell a little more in love with him, in a way that she knew she never would be able to forget or be able to get over it.
But something Peach is very glad of, it's that there's no need to forget or get over it, because Mario likes her too. A lot it seems. The first time he saved her, and once they were back at the castle, Mario seemed to reach for his hat to do a playful bow as he usually did for the princess, but Peach was excited and loved him so much and felt so cared for, that she impulsively leaned in and kissed him on the nose, halting Mario's movements. She muttered in a sweet, loving voice: "Thank you, Mario."
And by the stars, the way Mario's cheeks went pink and his eyes bright, as if something wonderful just happened to him, made Peach's heart sing in happiness. Could this mean that he could love her too?
So, Peach started to be clear in her intentions. She'd be sweeter, she'd get him gifts, and treat him like a king that deserved everything in the world. Because to her, Mario did deserve everything and more. Peach invited him exclusively to eat cake with her, they woudl go to picnics on their own ,to enjoy each other's company. And Peach would very tentatively reach his hand when she could or kiss his face if the situation allowed it, even staright up hugging him, with no excuse or reason to (simply because she wanted!)
To any outsider, it was clear the princess was courting Mario, but to Mario, it was just his good friend being more friendly, which was great! He was very glad to be a closer friend to Peach. So, Mario started returning the efforts, he'd give her silly things he found that reminded him of her or make the time to spend his afternoons with her. He'd be more affectionate in the way Peach was, saying outright what he liked of her or cheering for her in enthusiasm at their games (Mario saying, "I love you, I love you so much!" while clapping).
But it didn't go past that.
Peach wasn't sure if Mario was being oblivious or she wasn't being clear enough- But he'd blush and do silly dances when she said something particularly sweet to him, and his eyes would soften when looking up at her. So, Peach was very confused. Why, even when she said, "I love you, Mario", he answered with an enthusiastically, "I love you too, principessa!" and... that was it. As if Mario just didn't notice that Peach was trying to go somewhere with all their courting (Thinking about the "we look like a couple :3" "A couple of besties! :D").
I'm thinking that ever since they became friends, Mario has had at least a little crush on Peach, and how could he not? She's so beautiful, and nice, and funny. Mario doesn't think she'd be interested in him in a romantic sense though, because he knows very well she cares about him! But romantically? Princess Peach could have anyone she wanted, and there must be other royals more worthy of her love. So, why choose Mario? What could he possibly give her that another guy or woman in a much higher position couldn't?
Mario is very sure of himself in some ambits, and then in others not so much. When time goes on, he truly believes he's worthy of being Peach's hero, because he's strong, agile, he can jump very high, he's smart too! If Peach is in trouble, he will find a solution or a way to rescue her and make sure she's okay. He trusts his physical abilities very much, that's why he trains and does his best to be as strong as he can! What else can Mario give Peach if he can't be useful for her safety-
But he doesn't think he's good enough to be anything else besides that. Because Mario isn't worthy to hold her hand simply because he wants to, unless he's pulling her and running away from danger. And Mario couldn't just hold Peach in his arms in the way a bride is held by the groom, because he only does that if he needs to get Peach away from a castle or danger, again. Or to kiss her cheek just because he wanted to show her his fondness, without having to purposely lose their races.
Mario just wasn't good enough for that, and it always made him realize that no matter what he did, he'd never feel worthy, because he'll always just be Mario, Mushroom Kingdom's and Peach's hero. And Mario was okay with that, really. And what difference does it make, anyway, if Peach doesn't feel the same way. She was so sweet and considerate, always looking out for people she cared about. Mario was just very glad that he was in that group of people that Peach deeply cared for. And he knew he was there, because she did so many nice things for him! Bake him a cake, even when he didn't help her in any significant way prior to it, or hug him out of nowhere or look at him sweetly- it was as if they were dating! And it made Mario immensely happy, because if he tried hard enough, it was as if Peach only had eyes for him, and only did nice, sweet things for him. And looked at him with her beautiful sky-blue eyes, full of love for Mario, as if they were boyfriend and girlfriend.
When he saved her for the first and she kissed him and looked at him as if he was something precious and loving, he felt that maybe Peach could see him as a romantic partner, worthy of very nice things and very nice people such as Peach. But then she said, "You are my hero!" and that hope shattered, because right- hero, Mario was a hero. He was good in helping and saving the day and that's why people liked him! That's why Peach appreciated him too. So, Mario smiled brightly anyways and jumped in joy, because he's happy to be Peach's hero!
In the privacy of his own room, Mario would allow himself to feel sad about the matter, about feeling too little like a person and too much like a hero sometimes. Hoping it could be the other way, or maybe both ways. Anything so Peach could think of Mario and be pleased with the person he was, rather in all the things he could do. (Does that even make sense? it's me, Kym, asking ASJKJS)
And you can bet that Luigi was witnessing all of this, especially Peach's fruitless courting, and Mario's lovesick pining. He'd see the princess acting in the same way a loving partner would, and Mario relishing in the attention, very clearly in love. And then Mario would say something that sounded way to close to friend-zoning, and Peach would look briefly caught off-ward, most likely confused.
And Luigi couldn't blame her, when Mario himself didn't think she was courting him! The idiot (both affectionate and derogatory) didn't have enough confidence to think a princess could like (and love) him. Alright, well, if Luigi had a royal person hopelessly in love with him, he wouldn't believe it either- because he's just little ol' Luigi! Nothing special. But Mario? He was the specialest guy around! But he was so insecure too and wouldn't just see that Peach was almost desperately trying to get him to see that she loved him and wanted to be much more than just friends.
For God's sake, she said 'I love you' to Mario, directly to his face, and not even that seemed to change his thoughts of not being good enough or her not wanting anything besides friendship. Worst part, Luigi had to see his bro pining in their house, sighing, thinking of the princess, and out loud wondering what she was doing. He'd always be thinking of her, Peach this and Peach that- And it's not that it bothered Luigi or angered him, it's just that it was frustrating! The woman was right there! Peach could be with a huge MARIO, WANNA BE MY BOYFRIEND? <3 sign right outside their house and Mario would ask Luigi for which brother it was.
It frustrated him and made him feel sorry for his bro. Mario had something so good right in front of him, and due to his insecurity, he couldn't allow himself to see it.
After months and months of implying a relationship and Mario just, not noticing, Peach started to realize that... maybe Mario just didn't feel the same way. And maybe he just didn't know how to let her know it. Maybe Mario was being nice and returning her efforts just to not hurt her feelings, when all he wanted was to just remain friends. It made Peach feel so sad and so ashamed, had she just been forcing her feelings on Mario? A worse thought crossed her mind, has she been making him uncomfortable with her actions? And all these months...., Peach wouldn't forgive herself if that was the case. Maybe all those blushes and soft eyes and shy smiles were just the things she wanted to see.
Stars, she had to fix it. So, Peach stopped inviting Mario on his own to her castle and baking a cake with his favourite flavors in mind, and started inviting both brothers and also friends. She stopped leaning to hug him or kiss him, and when they'd win or lose races, Peach changed the rule into a high-five, meeting Mario's kissy lips with her palm the first time it happened. She truly hoped her efforts of a romantic relationship could just be forgotten, and not affect their friendship.
Mario was devastated with the change in Peach's behavior. She no longer invited him to the castle, and he didn't receive any more letters with 'Come to the castle, I've baked you a cake! <3', and the worst part- when he ran especially slow to get to kiss Peach in the cheek, and he was right about to do it, Peach's hand received him instead of her face. She smiled cheerfully and said, "Let's do high-fives from now on, yes?'
It was as if Mario's heart shattered- it was the last piece in the puzzle that indicated that he was no longer as loved as he used to be by the princess. Mario was treated like, like Luigi was! Which, honestly, was still very good, but! Mario used to be special! Peach used to treat him like he was someone noteworthy and worthy of the nicest gifts and her nicest smiles, and now it was no longer... If there was a little sliver of hope in Mario that they could be something, it was entirely gone. Now he couldn't even pretend that she loved him romantically, and it made him so, so sad.
Was it something he did? Mario should just ask, shouldn't he? God, but he just couldn't, he was a coward. What if Peach told him she no longer liked him at all, and was trying to slowly distance herself, and she actually hated Mario now?! Obviously, Mario was being dramatic, but he just wanted to explain why Peach no longer treated him in a special way...
That's all I've got 🧍
#super mario bros#my art#my writing#(new tag sjdsj)#mareach#princess peach#mario mario#luigi mario#I swear insecure Mario over things so obvious and untrue is my favortie#because he's alwasy seen as very confident and good with himself skdjsd#also when they finally get together they're always being very lovey-dovey and Mario makes sure to use every chance he has to love Peach#if you read everything god bless you aslkdalsds#also luigi having the same doubts is nice too because I like bowuigi so he's gonna be in a similar position soon SJDKSJ
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I’ll Take Him - Carlos Sainz X Charles Leclerc X Reader ( a mini series)
Masterlist ||Chapter 2 || Chapter 3
Summary: You are a race engineer for Ferrari and sister of George Russell . For years you’ve worked side by side with Charles and now Carlos. You’ve been in love with Charles for years. But he’s never noticed that. He’s always been with someone else besides you despite the flirting between you two. But someone else wants your attention and that someone is Carlos. I guess if you can’t have Charles you’ll take his teammate then.
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y/nrussell✔️
I don’t know caption it something silly - Carlos
- tagged carlossainz55
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carlossainz55✔️: 🙄 listen I didn’t mean that
y/nrussell✔️: carlossainz55 to be fair you didn’t help much otherwise
carmenmmundt✔️: hard launch ?? 😍😍 finally
y/nrussell✔️: carmenmmundt for the people ofc carm
carlossainz55✔️: got a boyfriend?? asking for a friend
y/nrussell✔️: carlossainz55 yes hes pretty handsome 🌶️
y/nfan: oh my god my parents!! so cute
charlesfan16: was anyone else expecting the boyfriend to be Charles or no ??
f1fan: charlesfan16 I was sure they were dating with all the flirting but Carlos and Y/N are so cute
charlesleclerc✔️: well to be fair he did say “something silly” so
y/nrussell✔️: charlesleclerc Exactly Charlie 🙏🏻
georgerussell63✔️: don’t let her annoy you too much Carlos cause she’s very annoying
carlossainz55✔️: georgerussell63 she doesn’t annoy me that much and she’s cute so it makes up for it.
charlesxsainz: your telling me that she’s dating Carlos ???
landonorris✔️: finally I’ve been waiting patiently for this post
ferrari✔️: our spicy pepper and talented engineer a beautiful love story 🌶️❤️
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Your POV
“You busy” Carlos said placing a hand on my shoulder. “Yes I have to go over the stats from the last race” I said looking at my computer. “That’s so boring amour” Carlos said. “I know it’s not as exciting as driving the car” I said jokingly.
“So do you want me to bring you anything food or coffee” he said kissing my cheek. “You’re distracting me” I said. “But I thought I was your favorite distraction” Carlos said.
“Sometimes yes” I said. “Hey guys” Charles said. “Hey” I said. “You uh busy Y/N” Charles said. “She’s very busy apparently” Carlos said I rolled my eyes. “Yeah a little” I said. “I’ll come back later then it’s fine” Charles said leaving.
“Okay then” I said. “What was that about” Carlos asked. “No idea” I said. “So when you’re done do you wanna grab food” Carlos said. “Absolutely” I said kissing him. “Good just text me I’ll let you be” Carlos said leaving the room.
As soon as I finished my work. I went to go find Carlos. But ran into Charles. Making me drop my folders.
“I’m sorry I was running” Charles said picking them up. “Got a hot date or something” I said he laughed. “Ah no not tonight but” he began to say. “But what” I said he handed me my folders. “I think tomorrow I do” Charles said. “That’s nice” I said. “Yeah so you and Carlos” Charles said.
“Yeah he kinda asked me out months ago” I said smiling. “I knew he had a thing for you” Charles said I smiled. “It feels nice to be public finally” I said. “I bet I just hope he treats you well you deserve that” Charles said.
“He does” I said. “Well he’s lucky to have you any guy would be” Charles said. “I uh better go find Carlos” I said. “Yeah I got a meeting anyway see you later” Charles said walking away.
Later…
Carlos and I spent the evening at his apartment. But I couldn’t stop thinking about what Charles said earlier. That I deserve to be treated well. Even with Carlos I can’t keep my mind off charles.
“What are you thinking about” Carlos said. “Umm..just work” I said. “You need to just relax for a night” Carlos said hugging me from behind. “Oh do I” I said. “Yes enough work talk” Carlos said.
“You are very right” I said he kissed me. “Have I ever told you that..” he began to say. I looked into his brown eyes. “What Carlos” I said cupping his cheek. “I’m falling in love with you” Carlos said.
And there it was the L word. Love. But did he really mean those words. It felt right in the moment. But why couldn’t I say it back to him. I just froze looking at him. I felt like I didn’t deserve those words. Especially when I was thinking about someone else.
“I .. just wanted you to know that I love you” Carlos said. I smiled. “I don’t know what to say” I said. “You don’t have to say anything back” Carlos said softly. “You just surprised me” I said. He walked away.
“I mean I know that I’m in love with you so I needed to say it” Carlos said. “I’m gonna grab some wine do you want some” I said. “I.. think I’ll just head to bed we have a long day tomorrow” Carlos said going into his room.
I couldn’t help but feel like I upset him. Did he want me to say it back?? I mean I do love him. But not in the way that he wants.
“Okay I’ll just head home” I said. “You don’t have to” Carlos said from his room. “No no I should” I said leaving. I went back to my place. I felt like I made a mistake by leaving him there.
I then heard a knock on my door. I got up from my couch to answer it.
“Hey.. I feel like I scared you so” Carlos said holding roses. “Carlos no you didn’t” I said. “I didn’t like you leaving all upset so I …
I then kissed him. Just tell him what he wants to hear.
“I love you too” I said he smiled and kissed me. “Yeah” he said. “Yes” I said. “Can I come in” Carlos said I smiled. “Of course” I said. “So movie night” Carlos said . “Yes but none of your boring movies please” I said. “My love they aren’t boring but alright” Carlos said.
“And thank you I’ll put these in a vase” I said taking the roses. “I hope you like them” Carlos said. I put them in a vase. “I always love them especially from you” I said. “Alright I’ll grab the snacks” Carlos said. “And I’ll get the movie going” I said.
#fanfic#love#f1 imagine#x reader#mercedes amg f1#red bull f1#carlos sainz#carlos sainz x reader#charles lecrelc#charles lechair#charles leclerc x reader#love triangle#daniel ricciardo#f1blr#f1 x reader#f1 fanfic#george russell#f1 fic#f1 2023
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𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 | han jisung x fem reader x lee felix
𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 | smut – 18+ is strongly advised!
𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 | pet play with jisung and felix!
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | she/her pronouns used, pet play, unestablished relationships, threesome, friends with benefits, oral (m and f rec), throat fucking, hand job, nipple stimulation, face grinding, vaginal fingering, finger sucking, multiple orgasms, protected sex (p in v), cum on body, 'facial', 'spit roasting', aftercare–if i missed any lmk!
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“look at her. doesn't she look so adorable? sitting pretty for us.”
“oh, she does. i think she is ready and waiting for us, ji.”
“mhm, i think so too felix.” the two men ogle at you. their eyes scanning your body making you feel embarrassed and squirm. the sudden attention and the way they continue to talk about you so lewdly, as if you're not there, makes you feel just that tiny bit dizzy.
jisung kneels down to your level. his fingertips glide along your jawline and down your neck until they're met with the faux leather pink collar. he hooks his finger under it and tugs. it's a gentle tug, one that doesn't cause discomfort but it's enough for you to fall forward and have your face level with his.
you part your lips as you look at him. a mischievous smirk on his lips. he wants to play with you.
“so adorable.” he coos. you're unable to take your eyes off the handsome man, feeling yourself succumb to him despite him not doing anything to you.
but it's his voice. the way he sounds so seductive and mischievous. it's his touch. how his fingers delicately dance along your neck and jawline before brushing up on the collar. it sets your skin on fire, core to throb and ache with need.
“oh c'mon jisung. don't tease her too much. she has been good all day.” felix laughs.
you have been at jisung's and felix's beck and call the whole day. it's their birthday so naturally, you'd do anything for them so they'd have a memorable day. they started by waking you up, jisung holding a collar and leash, felix holding panties that don't have enough material to cover you as well as cat ears.
your knees are red and sore from crawling around all day. you've been made to drink and eat out of pet bowls and sleep on the floor by jisung's or felix's feet. the leash being tugged every hour or so by one of them when they want something from you. you've been purring and meowing like a cat because, well, cats don't talk.
you've all found it very fun and amusing. the lads have been teasing you too much which has resulted in your lust building and building to the point of it overflowing and spilling from your pores. you're certain that the flimsy material of your panties are soaked.
the same can be said about the two men, however. every tug of the leash, every purr and mewl you make sends pleasure to hug their groins nice and tight. their dicks straining against their clothing, twitching away and begging to be freed from their constraints.
now it's evening, though. the chores and tasks the two men had to do are now completed so, luckily for you, you have their undivided attention.
“mhm, that's true felix. think she deserves a treat.” jisung stands up and pulls his sweats down. he lets out a content and heavy sigh as he removes his boxer shorts, revealing his boner. “man that feels good. it's been painful the whole day.”
you purse your lips together, shifting around on your knees as your core throbs. his cock is right in front of you for the taking. the urge to just grab it and start devouring him so strong that you have to clench your fists together.
felix notices and walks to you, squatting down and smirking. he pats your head, stroking your hair as you would that of a kitten. but his pats are almost mocking, filled with cheekiness and a hint of dominance.
“awe.” he coos in a mocking tone which causes jisung to look down at the pair of you. “i think she wants you, ji.”
you look up at jisung with puppy dog eyes and a pout on the lips. you whine, shifting your hips side to side as you feel hot and flustered. jisung wraps his hand around his cock, giving himself a few pumps before taking a step forward.
he taps his cock head against your lips. the salty precum smears on your lips as your tongue quickly flicks out to taste it. you part your lips slowly, never breaking eye contact with jisung as he slowly pushes his cock past your lips.
your mouth eagerly welcomes him with warmth and wetness. your tongue flat to stroke his underside as he pushes until he hits the back of your throat. his eyes flutter close, lips slowly parting as he slowly thrusts his hips; testing the waters to see how far he can push.
all the while, felix is stroking and caressing your hair. he whispers praises in your ear, telling you how much of a good girl you are. he kisses the shell of your ear before licking it and blowing on it which causes goose bumps to arise to your skin.
he watches jisung use you for his own satisfaction. his head lolling to the side, eyes half-lidded as he holds your head still. he fucks your throat, hips quickening to chase his high. felix feels a slight form of jealousy forming.
not because he has any feelings for you or jisung; you're all just friends with benefits, but because he wants a turn. he wants to feel your mouth, your warmth around him. he wants to experience what jisung is experiencing because from the whorish sounds the man is making is making felix more and more horny.
“fuck. please do something yn.” he pleads as he stands to his feet, hands shaking as he pulls down his pants and underwear. you eye him from the side as you release one hand from jisung's thigh to wrap it around felix's dripping cock.
he shakily moans as your palm comes into contact with his skin. his body tingling as you lazily stroke him. you divide your attention between the two men, focusing on making sure to suck jisung just the way he likes it as well as stroke felix's hot cock.
your palm glides along felix's hot skin. the bumps from his protruding veins can be felt. his toes curl against the floor, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he watches you. you stop at his cock head to rotate your wrist and give a few rubs to his tip.
he's sensitive. you know that just by the way his breath hitches in his throat and the way his cock throbs in your hand. you rub the pad of your thumb on his precum soaked tip, listening to felix moan and practically crumble.
jisung, on the other hand, has his fingers buried in your hair to keep your head still. he peers at you from below, his pupils blow out with lust and excitement. he wants to get his hands on you, delve and devour you more.
you pull from jisung's cock with a wet and sloppy pop to wrap your lips around felix. the sudden action shocks both men as you eagerly suck felix. you suck slow and long, hollowing out the cheeks and brushing his tip along your cheek. the bell from your collar ringing with each movement. you know how the two men like to be taken care of. you know how they are with you and how they like to treat you.
felix is caring, soft and slow. he likes to bask in the pleasure and soak it all in. he likes the tingles he feels along his spine and his fingertips. he likes feeling the pleasure rush in his bloodstream and making his heart pump fast. he praises you, using his deep voice to his advantage whenever he is impressed with you (or whenever he wants something)
jisung is the polar opposite. he likes to manhandle you, roughly grabbing you and flipping you over. making your body scream in the various (and bizarre) positions he puts you in. he's fast and sloppy. he has no coordination so his movements are sloppy but they somehow work. he's a self proclaimed pervert. he likes to be messy, likes to overstimulate you until he has you crying; it brings him immense joy.
they're the ying and the yang. when they team up together, it's a perfect harmony. a perfect balance of soft and slow to rough and hard.
you alternate your sucks and strokes between the two men. their gazes are fixated on you, pleased with how well you're treating them both. they're both consumed with so much need, that a single touch from you burns.
“ok, that's enough.” jisung groans as he backs away. you frown as you look at him, your hand still occupied on felix. “any longer and i won't be able to last. i want to at least cum either on or in you.”
you hum with a shrug, accepting his statement. felix has his lips pressed together in a thin line, his mind battling a war of should i stop or continue? his question is answered when he watches jisung lift you up off the floor and carry you to the bed where he rests you on your back.
you lean up on your elbows as you anticipate. felix strips himself off his remaining clothing before positioning himself behind you where he allows you to rest on his lap.
jisung also strips before crawling between your opened legs. he hums as he comes face to face with your clothed core. a wet patch formed on the flimsy material. he smirks before rubbing your vagina ever so slowly. felix reaches down, fingers caressing the skin of your chest until they come into contact with your breasts.
you bite your lip, watching and anticipating their next moves. your breath hitches in your throat as jisung rips the flimsy material of your body, your soaked core coming into contact with the cool air. jisung licks his lips hungrily as his eyes flicker on your pussy.
the puffy lips and swollen clit. the throb of your core and your skin glistening from your wetness. his cock throbs and shaky breaths leave his lips as his mind fogs over with all the things he wants to do to you.
felix cups your breast and massages it in the palm of his hand. you grunt, watching him squeeze and kneed your breast like a baker kneading dough. they're soft and squishy, nipples perky and begging to be played with. felix notices and brushes his fingers along the sensitive nipple before rolling the bud between his thumb and finger.
jisung places both his hands on your inner thighs to keep you legs open. he gathers some saliva in his mouth before spitting on your cunt. he hums in satisfaction when he sees you throbbing before attaching his lips to your swollen clit.
he sucks and licks it. swirling his tongue around the bud. pleasure shoots up your spine, your mind slowly but surely fogging over from the pleasure the two men are providing you. your lust has been building and building the whole day, resulting in your body burning with intense desire.
you could cum. the floodgates have been let open. the more they tease and play with your body, the closer you are to over spilling. jisung's mouth works expertly on your cunt, sucking and licking, making sure his saliva and your juices coat his face.
he spits more on your cunt, using two fingers to rub it onto your clit and between your puffy folds. he moans softly as you coat his fingers well, his cock throbbing and balls hurting. he rubs your entrance, fingers daring to slip inside before going back to your clit to rub fast and harsh circles.
you moan, bucking your hips upwards. felix tugs and pinches your nipples in the process, watching jisung toy and eat you messily. you grip onto felix's legs, desperate to hold onto something to keep you grounded. jisung's lips are attached to your cunt once again, his tongue expertly pleasuring you.
you roll your hips on his face, desperate for more. jisung looks at you through his lashes, a smirk on his face. felix leans down and kisses your lips, drinking in every moan and whimper that spills past your own.
his tongue pushes past your lips to meet with yours. a battle of dominance in which you lose resulting in felix swirling his and sharing his own saliva in the process. you swallow each drop, becoming nothing but mush.
it burns. heat pools in the pit of your stomach. it makes you throb and roll your hips faster on jisung's face whilst your nails dig into the skin of felix's legs. every part of your body feels stimulated. felix caressing your nipples and mouth, jisung on your cunt; it's too much to bear.
jisung pushes two of his fingers deep inside your entrance, thrusting them instantly. you moan out, felix swallowing the moan as he tastes every inch of your mouth. he nibbles on your bottom lip gently before going back to kissing you messily. his fingers never tiring from your nipples.
your body shakes and thighs convulse. it's threaten to spill, your walls clamping around jisung's digits. he looks up at you, then makes eye contact with felix and gives him a knowing look. jisung's fingers curl and caress your gummy walls, the squelching of your juices and his saliva adding even more noise to the moans and grunts.
“c-can't!” you briefly pull from felix's lips to warn jisung, hoping he'd move–but it's jisung after all.
he thrusts and licks. he nibbles, sucks and spits. his face and fingers glistening with your juices. a final thrust here and a tug of the nipples and you're coming undone.
it hits; hard. the pent up frustrations paired with the boys playing with your body unleashes a hard orgasm. it knocks the air out of your lungs, making you whimper and whine for the two men. felix and jisung watch you become a mess, jisung thrusting his fingers through your orgasm.
your juices coat his skin nicely, making him feel somewhat satisfied. but the raging hard on him and felix are still supporting is a sign that the night isn't over just yet.
jisung pulls his fingers out off you slowly, licking them clean and humming in satisfaction.
“how would you like her, lix?” his attention turns onto the other man, watching as he thinks and grins.
“doggy. like the good little pet she is.” he coos, stroking you sweaty skin. before you could even respond, jisung grabs you roughly and rolls you onto your stomach. “all fours, yn. like the good pet you are.”
you shakily rise on all fours as felix grabs a condom and moves behind you. he hums in satisfaction, giving your back and ass cheeks a few strokes before squeezing the flesh. jisung moves in front of you, hand under your chin so you're forced to look at him as he strokes your bottom lip gently.
“now, you're going to be good and let me use this pretty mouth of yours whilst felix fucks you, yes?”
you nod as felix takes the wrapper off the condom and rolls it onto his length. jisung hooks his finger under your collar, tugging it harshly. you grunt as you shift a little close to jisung. with his free hand, his gently strokes your hair and hums. from the back, felix holds your hips gently before slowly pushing his length inside you.
you both hiss at the sensation. it burns as his length widens and opens you up more. your previous orgasm has made you tight, much to felix's satisfaction due to the feeling however, he can't just slide in with ease which is what he wants to do.
he pushes half his length inside and gives you both time to adjust to one another. you feel full and high on adrenaline. your body tingles and burns with pleasure, your mind slowly turning to mush.
“i'm going to move now.” felix grunts from behind. you give him a single nod, giving him the go ahead. he starts thrusting slow and gentle at first, taking note of how you're still a little tight around him.
jisung pushes two of his fingers past your lips unexpectedly, pushing them deep inside your mouth. your eyes widen and tear up as you suppress your gag reflex. jisung chuckles and watches you swirling your tongue around his two digits, getting them nicely coated in your saliva.
you suck on his fingers, whining softly as you never break eye contact with him. felix picks up the pace, his movements now fast and a little harder. he pushes more of his length in once he feels you loosen up a little, once he hears your soft moans. his grip on your hips tightening with each passing second.
jisung pulls his fingers out off your mouth and wraps them around the base of his cock. he pumps himself a few times before tapping your lips with his cockhead. your lips part automatically, jisung pushing his length in your mouth and down your throat.
his head kicks back as he thrusts. your mouth provides warmth, throat providing tightness. his thrusts are much like earlier, except a bit harsher and more raw. your tongue strokes the underside of his skin. you can feel every ridge and vein on his hot cock. the two men moan and groan from the pleasure your body provides them, both of them getting very lost in the feeling.
you, on the other hand, have become reduced to nothing. the pleasure you feel is not like what you've experienced before. it's a different type of feeling, a feeling you're not quite used to but don't hate. you feel like you're just being used as a toy, used for their pleasure and you don't hate it.
“good. so good. fuck!” felix groans from behind, his forehead sweaty. his skin slaps against yours. the squelching sounds of his dick fucking your sloppy hole echoing in the room, mixing in with the moans and the hums.
the bell from your collar chimes with each movement. your throat burns from jisung's cock abusing your throat. your jaw starts to ache and drool starts to spill. his movements are sloppy, uncoordinated but again; it works.
“i don't think–” felix starts, struggling for air. “i don't think i can last much longer.”
“yeah. me neither, lix.” jisung whimpers. he pushes his hair back with one hand, his other tugging on the leash of the collar. your walls clamp around felix, walls fluttering and throbbing and you come dangerously close to your second orgasm.
“i think yn is close too. i can feel her clamping around me–fuck!!”
“such a good pet.” jisung whispers as he strokes your tear stained cheek. “such a beautiful face too. are you going to let me taint it with my cum?”
your eyes light up at the thought. you hum the best you can around his cock, eager for it; for him.
a few more thrusts of his cock and jisung is quick to pull from your mouth with a loud and wet pop! he grabs your hair with one hand, tilting your head back whilst pumping himself fast with the other. his hips buck, muscles spasm as he pants.
“cum.” he chokes out. he thrusts in his palm and groans loudly as his cum shoots out and coats your face. you close your eyes, feeling the warm fluid land on your cheeks, chin, nose and forehead. jisung's body shakes with pleasure, his high making him rub himself through his orgasm.
once he calms down he release that breath he was holding. you open your eyes and look up at an exhausted jisung, who gives you a soft smile; however it's not over yet.
felix's thrusting has become sloppy and uncoordinated. his deep moans free flowing from his lips as his hands grip your hips. your walls tighten and tighten around him, making it harder for him to move but is also a clear indication that you're close.
“you can cum, yn. i don't mind.” your head dips low as you allow the floodgates to open. you moan felix's name as you cum, your walls fluttering and pulsating around his length. felix shudders at the feeling before pulling his cock out and taking off the condom. he pumps himself a few times before his cum shoots out onto the curve of your ass and back.
you both come down from your high, your arms and legs slowly giving up. without a word, jisung grabs some tissues and baby wipes, using them to clean your face whilst felix cleans your ass, back and intimate area.
“thank you, yn.” felix softly says as he wipes your body.
“for what?” you choke out. your voice hoarse and throat burning. jisung grabs a bottle of cold water, helping you to take a sip of it to moisten your throat.
“for letting us do this.”
“you don't have to thank me, lix.” you giggle. “i enjoy it just as much as you and jisung do.
“i know but i just wanted to say it, y'know.” he mumbles shyly as you sit down, legs stretching out in front of you. jisung has disappeared into the bathroom to run you a hot bubble bath whilst you and felix speak. minutes later, he arrives, scooping you up and placing you in the tub.
the two men help wash your hair and body. your muscles relax from the warmth of the water. once done, they help you out and dry you off, helping you dress before carrying you to the bedroom again.
felix quickly cleans the bedroom and opens the window to air the room out whilst jisung places you on the bed. the two men help to dry your hair and do your skin routine for the night, causing you to giggle as the two of them pampering you.
jisung pulls out a Chapstick and applies it to your lips. you rub it in and grin, body feeling tired and relaxed. you glance at the digital side clock, smiling when you know yofu still have time.
“hey guys.” you say, stopping them in their tracks. they look at you with tilted heads.
“happy birthday.”
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Hello! I’ve recently fell in love with your blog again after not being on tumblr a while. Your writing scratches my brain in just the right way and reading your posts is all I’ve been doing to pass the time at my cubicle recently. One of my favorite niche tropes is when the two romantic rivals in a love triangle fall for each other instead of the person they were originally pining for. I was wondering if you would write a snippet based off of that prompt? super excited to see what you come up with if you do!!
"I said you can have her, if she wants you."
It was raining. A pathetic fallacy of rain. A spitting, upchuck of misery. Langston dragged a hand over his face, glancing up at the lack of retreating footsteps. Back out the rain. Back to the party. Back to her.
Nate stood awkwardly in the downpour, resembling nothing so much as a drowned cat - feline elegance turned into something sad and soggy.
"It's okay," Nate said. "I mean, if you really love her...I wouldn't want to get in the way."
Langston had thought he did. He'd been sure of it three months ago. But now...he studied Nate, heart thumping something stupid in his chest. He hadn't expected that.
"Seriously?"
Nate shrugged, wrapping his arms tight around himself to ward off the chill. He had nice arms. "Yeah, I guess. I mean, I don't want to be the consolation prize she has because you left."
"I don't think you're anyone's consolation prize," Langston scoffed, before he could stop himself. "I mean, look at you."
"...What?"
Langston coloured. "She'd be stupid not to pick you!"
Nate blinked.
"I mean - you always show up for her," Langston said, his throat feeling tight. "For anyone who needs you, actually. And your art is amazing, man. So, you're like ridiculously talented and handsome and actually a good guy." He shrugged, colour creeping up his face despite the chill as Nate stared at him. "I just mean - I get it."
He thought maybe he should start walking. Start running. Hadn't he left to get some air? To get away? To maybe not picture the two of them kissing?
He hadn't expected Nate to be the one chasing after him. Not that he'd expected her to, but...
Well. After all the chasing he'd done, maybe it would have been nice. Maybe it could have meant something. Instead, it hurt to even think about her name.
"Do you want to go grab a drink?" Nate asked.
"...what?"
"Bloody tragic out here," Nate said. He swept over, patting Langston's shoulder as he passed. "C'mon."
Dumbly, Langston followed.
They ended up at the local a few streets away, ensconced in a cosy booth with two beers and the central heating on full blast.
"Honestly," Nate said. "She's kind of pissing me off in how she's treating you. Us."
It wasn't the opener that Langston expected. He raised his brows.
"I mean, it's not really fair, is it?" Nate pressed. "The way she's been jerking us around? Pitting us against each other?"
"It didn't feel...great," Langston allowed.
He'd thought, two months ago, when he first felt things beginning to shift beneath him, that if she really loved either of them that she would have made a choice. Better to let down one of them, right? But every time he thought she'd chosen, suddenly it felt like she was in the middle again. It was driving him bananas.
Then, the more he'd seen of Nate, of how hard he'd tried to be good enough for her, the more he'd realised that actually Nate was fantastic.
"We deserve to feel great about ourselves, right?" Nate exclaimed. His conviction was a little infectious, so Langston nodded. "Because, you know, you're a great guy too." Nate nudged his foot under the table. "You're so smart. Funny. And, you know, you show up too."
"It's what you do when you care about someone," Langston mumbled.
"Right!" Nate said.
It struck Langston, suddenly, that Nate really was there. He'd left the party for him without a second glance.
"Thanks," he said.
"I wasn't going to leave you out in the rain like a kicked puppy, mate." Nate held his beer up to clink. Langston did and took a swig. "Cute as you are," Nate added.
Langston promptly choked on his beer, coughing.
Nate grinned. "Cheers."
"Bastard."
Nate laughed. His eyes shone. He continued to study Langston for a beat after his laugh faded, his head tilted to the side.
"So, just putting this out there," Nate said. "But you know I'm bi, right?"
"I..." Langston felt a little lightheaded. "I did know that, actually, yeah."
She had come to him about it when she found out. He'd already started noticing Nate at that point, but figured it was only because the other man was his rival or some such. Then she'd told him that and it was like his whole world tipped sideways into crisis mode. He'd catch himself watching Nate wrap an arm around her shoulders, and feel something burn in his chest, and have the slowly dawning realisation that he wasn't sure which of them he was jealous of.
"Cool," Nate said.
They talked, for a while, as they drank their beers. About her, but about other things too. Langston slowly felt the crushing weight of the party ease, felt himself relax into Nate's company in a way he'd never fully done into hers by the end. He'd always felt like he had to prove something.
"You really would be a very good boyfriend," Langston said. "I've been thinking about that a lot, this last month or so."
"Oh yeah?"
"Mm."
"I was very impressed by the time you fixed her car. I'm useless at that." Nate's gaze roamed over him. His voice lowered, soft. "You as good with anything else as you are with your hands? I've been wondering."
Langston swallowed. "You've been wondering?"
Their eyes locked across the table.
Nate was at full force, now, without the rain. Smirk. Teasing eyes to make you want to die. His hair had dried with the most adorable damn curl. Langston wanted to touch it. He couldn't even blame the beer. He wasn't entirely sure he could blame heartache either, because his insides were fizzing.
He wasn't sure which of them leaned in. It was not the most romantic of first kisses. It felt good though.
He dragged his thumb along the curve of Nate's face and watched the other man shiver.
"I've definitely been wondering about that," Nate said, low.
"We're not going back to the party, are we?"
They were not going back to her, were they?
"No," Nate said. "I definitely shouldn't think so."
Langston leaned in to kiss him again.
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A Guarded Heart
Request: Hi
I was just wondering if I could please request a Maverick x girlfriend reader where she is just very closed off and has some trust issues (maybe from past bad relationships) and maybe Maverick starts to notice but he doesn’t say anything he just slowly tries to get her to open up him. Then after he feels that they have made progress maybe she runs into one of her ex’s and Mav doesn’t know about it. So that causes her to backtrack from all the progress and she just completely shuts herself from him and Maverick notices so he finally says something. At first the reader thinks he is mad at her (due to the trust issues) but really Maverick is just concerned and wants her to let him in. So after the reader finally lets her walks down Maverick is there to comfort her.
totally your choice 100%
Pairings: Maverick x Reader
Warnings: angst, fluff, swearing, mentions of abuse
When you first met Maverick, it was at The Hard Deck. You were out with your friends from work and your boyfriend, Jerry. You had been waiting at the bar for your friend, Penny, to grab your drink for you and another round of drinks for your friend. You had known each other since childhood and were thick as thieves. She didn’t like your current boyfriend, Jerry, he was nasty towards you and your friends and hardly let you do anything without letting him know what you were doing or he had to be with you.
Maverick had been sitting at the bar talking to Penny when you had walked up. Penny smiled at you “Hey, Y/N. Another round for your group?” She asked and you smiled. You had come out with some coworkers and your boyfriend and you were trying to have fun but he was making it hard and this was the only way you seemed to get away from him and breathe.
“You know us too well.” You said and chuckled and so did she. She smiled and got to work when you noticed a handsome stranger sitting next to you. “Hi.” You said and Maverick could’ve sworn that your voice sounded like honey.
“Hi, I’m Pete but you can call me Maverick.” He said and you smiled.
“Ah, a Navy man. Let me guess, pilot. My name is Y/N.” You said and he smiled.
“Nice to meet you and how did you know?” He chuckled and smiled and you decided that you loved that smile.
“Well, you introduced yourself with your first name and then what I assume is a callsign. I grew up with a Navy father.” You said and he smiled.
“Oh, what is it that you do?” He asked and you smiled.
“I’m a high school teacher.” You said and he nodded his head while smiling and then Penny was walking over to you with a tray.
“Here you go Y/N/N.” She said and you smiled at her.
“Thank you.” You said and turned to Maverick “I’ll see you around. I hope.” You said and he nodded.
“You will.” He said and then you were off heading to your work group and he watched you every step of the way.
“I see you have met our local sweetheart. I’ve known that girl since we were kids.” Penny said and he smiled and turned his gaze to her.
“She seems sweet.” He said and Penny nodded.
“She is. Too bad her boyfriend treats her like shit. He’s always so rude to her and her friends.” Penny said watching you and Maverick did the same. He watched Jerry pull you over and start yelling at you and saw how you shrink into yourself trying to defend yourself. He then threw his arms up and you flinched and stormed off.
Maverick wanted you to break up with Jerry and be with him. You deserve someone that loved you and he could give that to you.
Each time he went out with The Daggers to The Hard Deck on Fridays he always looked for you. Each Friday you were there sometimes with Jerry and others not. When Jerry wasn't with you, you were a totally different person and he liked that person.
2 weeks had passed and he hadn't seen you and he was missing your presence. He was with The Daggers as they were laughing and talking about anything non-work related. While they were talking, he was looking for you and frowned when he didn't see you. After a few minutes of looking around the not so busy bar, it was pre-rush hour, he tuned into the conversation. Jake had been going back and forth with Bradley and everyone butted in. There was a break in the conversation and he thought that it would be a good time to get another round of drinks. “I'm gonna get another. Anybody want one?” He asked and he heard a collective of ‘No I'm good.’ He nodded and headed to the bar.
“Hey.” Penny said when she saw that he had sat down. “She hasn't been here the last few weeks. I'm worried.” She said.
“How did you know?” Maverick asked her and she smirked.
“I saw you looking for her and see how happy you are when you're talking to her. She used to be a happy outgoing person who wouldn't take anything from anybody but since she got with Jerry, she's done a 180.” Penny said and that made Maverick upset. He was about to reply when the door was harshly thrown into the wall and a frantic you came rushing in. Eyes wide looking around frantically until they settled on Penny and you were rushing over to her. Maverick grew very concerned when he saw your busted lip, bruised cheek, and black eye. “Y/N.” Penny said and was quick to rush around the bar and straight to you. “What happened?” She asked and you shrunk in on yourself.
“Jerry hit me. He got drunk and complained I worked too much. He also accused me of cheating. When I tried to defend myself, he threw a glass at me and then hit me.” You said tears escaping your eyes. Penny grew outraged and then looked over to Maverick.
“Stay with her while I go and get the first aid kit.” She said and Maverick nodded and you turned to him embarrassed that he was seeing you like this. You had to be honest when you first laid eyes on him you fell in love and actually felt something unlike when you saw Jerry.
“Why do you stay with him?” Maverick suddenly asked before he could stop himself.
“What?” You asked surprised.
“Why do you stay with him?” He asked again, this time not stopping himself.
“Because I love him.” You said you were unsure of yourself.
“Y/N this is not love. This is abuse. No man or woman has to put up with this. You should leave him and be with someone you love.” He said as he grabbed a napkin and started to wipe the blood off your lip.
“Like who?” You asked, looking at him broken.
“Like me.” He said and you continued to look at and then you realized he was right. That night you broke up with Jerry and with the help of Maverick and his squad, that you had met and fallen in love with and they fell in love with you, moved you out.
A week later you began dating Maverick and it was the best decision of your life. At first it was a rocky road. You still had that feeling that you weren’t good enough for Maverick and that you should be doing everything for him, but he was quick to remind you gently that you didn’t have to do everything for him and it was a shared effort. You still had a lot of work to open up, Jerry and all of your past relationships had taken a toll on you. You day you were cleaning the kitchen with the help of Maverick and you two were actually laughing and having a good time when your elbow accidentally knocked a glass off the counter on the floor shattering it. Your entire world stopped and the laughter had stopped and you were quick to look at Maverick as he turned around. “I’m sorry.” You said and then bent down to start picking it up in a hurry.
“Y/N/N-” He began in a soft tone but to you it was a warning sound.
“I’ll clean it up. You can go.” You said and he looked heartbroken but you couldn’t see it too worried about picking up the glass. You didn’t even realize that the glass had cut you but Maverick did and he was quick to rush over to you.
“Y/N, it's ok. It’s just a glass. Something that can be replaced. I didn’t even like that glass anyways.” He said and you looked up at him with tears in your eyes.
“You’re not mad?” You asked and he smiled and shook his head.
“Not in the least bit. Now come on and let me clean this cut up.” He said and you nodded and got up when he gently grabbed your wrist to gently lift you up. He led you to the bathroom and had you sat down on the counter and cleaned the cut and bandaged it. Then he kissed your hand and then you both went and cleaned up the glass and then spent the night together.
You still had a lot of damage done by ex-partners. When you were with Jerry and the others you had to ask permission to go out with friends or do anything. Your friends had asked you to come out and you told them you would think about it. When you got home from school and Maverick was there working on some work you walked in hesitantly and he noticed this. “Everything ok, Babe?” He asked with a smile and then it turned into a frown when you didn’t answer.
“I was wondering if it would be ok if I went out with some of my coworkers. Would that be alright?” You said while looking down and this hurt him. What kind of man would break down a caring woman this much to make her afraid of asking to go out with some friends. He didn’t say anything and that worried you “It’s ok. I’ll tell them I can’t.” You said and he shook his head and got up and walked over to you and gently raised your head to make him look at you.
“Of course you can go. You don’t have to ask me. I want you to go and have fun. I just want you to be safe.” He said and you looked taken back at his words but smiled and your eyes brightened. That made him smile, if you were happy then he was happy. That night you went out and had fun with your coworkers and had a blast and your friends took notice of this and were really happy they were getting back their best friend.
Maverick had been held up at work and he was running late and his phone had died. It was close to 8 PM when he finally got off work and he headed home. He smiled thinking about you being there and couldn’t wait to get you in his hold and just hug you. He pulled into the driveway and smiled when he saw your car there. He parked next to it and killed the engine. He got out and got what he needed and headed inside. When he walked in, he noticed that the house was silent. “Babe? I’m home.” He said and frowned when he didn’t get a response and then he heard sniffling. He walked into the living room and saw you crying and he dropped everything and rushed to you. “What’s wrong?” He asked.
“Are you cheating on me? I tried calling you and texting you but you didn’t answer.” You said and you looked at him through your tears and he shook his head.
“Not in the least bit. Cyclone held me up at work with more work. My phone died. See.” He said and pulled out his phone and tried to turn it on but nothing happened. “There is no way I would cheat on you.” He said. “Trust me.” He said and you sniffled and nodded. He smiled and kissed your forehead.
During one of the regular Dagger Squad meetups, he had brought you with him and you had stayed quiet for most of the night and Maverick respected you and didn’t push. Mickey was going on about a Star Wars movie that he had seen recently and you had also seen it and some of the others had too. He was asking people their opinions on it and everyone gave theirs including Maverick. “What’s your opinion on it?” Mickey asked, looking at you and you tensed up thinking he had gotten the person he was talking to mixed up.
“My opinion?” You asked a little nervously.
“Yes.” He said with a smile and you looked over at Maverick and he smiled and nodded his head at you.
“Well, I think it is a really great movie. In fact, I’m a huge Star Wars fan and I’ve seen all of them including the new ones.” You said smiling and Maverick was smiling.
“You are my new best friend.” Mickey said and he came over and hugged you and you hugged him back.
That was 8 months ago. Maverick thought you were making really good progress. Sure, it took some time but you were laughing more around him and others. You were speaking your opinions when asked and sometimes when you weren’t asked. You had stopped asking him for permission to do things instead you were letting him know what plans were going to be.
It was a Friday afternoon when you were having lunch in your classroom when Maverick decided to have lunch with you. He walked to your classroom and knocked on the door and you looked up and smiled when you saw him. You waved him on in. He pulled up a seat to your desk and sat down putting his lunch in front of him and then setting yours in front of you. “I know how busy you can get so I decided to bring lunch to you.” He said and you smiled.
“Thank you. I had actually forgotten to grab mine this morning.” You said and he laughed. “I won’t be home for supper tonight. Some of the girls and I had planned to blow some steam off at a new local bar/pub that just opened up. They said you’re welcome to join if you wanted.” You said taking a bite of your sandwich and he smiled.
“I’m meeting up with The Daggers tonight. You go have fun with the girls. You’ll have to tell me how it is.” He said and you smiled.
“Oh, I will! It’s supposed to be really good because of the reviews that he received.” You said and you started going into everything and he just sat back and listened. He gave his opinion when it was needed. Maverick stayed until the bell for students to return sounded and he got up and gathered your trash and threw it away and then came over and kissed you. Students started to roll in one by one, some drooled over him and others were envious of him. But he was all yours.
The end of the day came quickly and before you knew it you were shooting a text off to Maverick.
Hey, about to leave the school and go out with the girls. Have fun with the squad! Love you!
In an instant you got a reply back. This was not the first time you said that to each other.
Mav: The Daggers are gonna miss you and so will I! You go and have fun! Love you too!
You smiled and walked to your car where your friends were already there. It was decided that you would follow one another and off you went. You all found parking spaces and got out at the same time. “This is going to be so much fun!” Violet said and everyone agreed. Everyone walked in and got a seat and the night began.
Round after round and a lot of food was ordered. Everyone was having a great time and nothing could ruin it. “Want another round of food and drinks?” You asked and everyone nodded. You walked up to the bar and put your order in and waited.
“Y/N, is that you?” A familiar voice sounded and you force, it was one of your exes, Terry. You turned around and looked at him.
“Terry.” You said clamming up.
“Wow, look at you.” He said looked you up and down and it was making you feel uncomfortable. “How are you?” He asked leaning up on you.
“I’m good. Just to let you know, I have a boyfriend.” You said hoping that would make him go away.
“He let you go out looking like that?” He asked, looking you up and down.
“I came after work with some friends. He loves me, you know.” You said and he scoffed.
“Yeah, right. He’s definitely cheating on you and I don’t blame him. You’re not very good in any department.” He said
“That is not true. He loves me and I trust him. He doesn’t mistreat me like you did.” You said and he grew angry.
“Whatever bitch. He’s gonna leave you and I don’t blame him.” He said and stormed off. Your drinks and food were ready and you grabbed it and walked over to your table. You were quiet for the rest of the night and you decided to text Maverick.
Hey, just checking in. Hope you’re having a good time.
You waited for a response and when you didn’t get on you grew anxious. Thoughts were coming back like what if he was cheating on you? What if he got sick of you and decided to leave? As thoughts were rolling through your head a text came through.
Sorry, just now seeing this. I’m having a great time. Wish you were here.
That made you feel a little better. It was late and you decided to call it a night. The girls complained but understood and you left. When you got home Maverick wasn’t back yet. You parked your car in the driveway and shut off the engine and then you were walking into the house and decided to get ready for bed. Once you were done you crawled into bed and started to cry and that is how you fell asleep.
Maverick arrived back to the house late and he smiled when he saw your car there. He parked his bike next to it and walked into the house but it was silent and he frowned. He called out to you but didn’t get an answer. He walked into the bedroom and found you fast asleep. He smiled and got ready for bed and then crawled in behind you. He wrapped an arm around you and fell asleep peacefully.
The next morning you woke up early and noticed that Maverick was in bed with you. You smiled but it quickly vanished when everything from last night came back. You slipped out of his arms and decided to get your day started. You started to make breakfast for you and him. That is what Maverick woke up to and slowly rolled out of bed and headed into the kitchen. He smiled when he saw you making breakfast but frowned when there was a lack of music. He walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around you and that made you tense. “Good morning, Baby.” He said and frowned when you didn’t say it back right away.
“Hey.” You said and continued making breakfast. Then you were grabbing a plate for him and making it and handing it to him. “I made you breakfast.” You said quietly.
“Thank you.” He said and then noticed you walking away into the laundry room. “Aren’t you gonna eat some?” He asked and you shook your head.
“No, I have a lot of other things to do.” You said and he frowned.
“You should really eat something.” He said and you shook your head.
“I’m good, thank you.” You said and disappeared into the bedroom with a load of clothes. He did eat but he missed you eating with him. Everything he had worked on with you had disappeared and that worried him.
This went on throughout the day. You made him lunch and didn’t eat and you made him supper and didn’t eat. You asked permission to do things and were just on edge the entire time. It was truly concerning him. You shied away from his touch and when The Daggers were over and your opinion was asked you stayed quiet or gave a very brief answer. He hated the way you had back tacked. He wanted to get to the bottom of it.
Night drew closer and now it was you and him sitting on the couch watching what he wanted to before it was something you or the both of you wanted to watch. He paused the show and turned to look at you “Babe, is everything ok?” He asked and you looked at him.
“Of course.” You said and reached up for the remote but he stopped you and took your hand in his.
“We need to talk.” He said and fear struck your heart. Was he mad about something? Was he going to break up with you? Was he actually cheating on you?
“I’ll go and pack my things.” You said silently and he was quick to shut that down and pull you gently down.
“Where on earth did you get that idea?” He asked
“You said we needed to talk.” You said and he shook his head.
“I just wanna know what is going on in that head of yours. You’re not yourself.” He said and your head fell down and everything came spilling out.
“I saw one of my exes, Terry. He said some things that made me second guess us. He said that you were cheating on me and that you don’t love me. He also said he didn’t know how you let me go dressed like how I was.” You said and that infuriated Maverick.
“Babe, none of that is true. I’m not cheating on you and never in a million years would I. I love you with all my heart.” He said “You’re allowed to dress however you like but I want sexy clothing for me.” He said and you chuckled. “You’re my girl.” He said and you smiled and started to cry. “Hey, come here.” He said and opened his arms and you crawled into him. “I’m never leaving you. Ever.” He said and you nodded. He reached for the remote “Now what do you want to watch?” He asked and you told him and he smiled.
While lying there cuddled in his arms. You knew he was right. He wasn’t going anywhere and you weren’t either. He has made you feel like a normal person again and you just felt whole with him and you loved that feeling. “I love you, Maverick.” You said loud enough for him to hear and he did. He kissed your head.
“I love you too, Y/N.” He said
The rest of the night was spent in his arms watching what you wanted to watch. He loved you, truly, and you weren’t going to let him go anytime soon and he wasn’t going to let you go anytime soon. You two were it for each other. Nobody was going to change that, especially exes that decided to pop up.
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Happy Valentines Day !
This post will be my Valentine's special, a huge load of headcanons for a lot of Sonic characters and maybe a little fic, idk- But without further ado, Lets go !!!
Sonic
•He would be really excited for Valentine's !!!
•The pet names he'd use are love/babe/baby
•Sonic is the type to take you out, like on a little romantic picnic.
•He'll make sure to bring your favorite food and drink ! And for himself obviously some Chili Dogs and Pepsi (His favorite drink is Pepsi bc I said so)
•After, You two will lay down and look at the clouds ! Or, if it's night, stargaze !!
•Today he will be spoiling you and you have no way of stopping him.
•He'd lavish you with compliments and affection
•"God, how did I end up with such a beautiful, handsome, pretty, amazing, and overall perfect partner ?"
•"I love you so much, babe !!!!"
•As I said before, it's puppy love 24/7 with Sonic
•He just loves you so so much- like he would do nearly anything for you.
Tails
•He'd be so stressed out to be honest 😭
•The petnames he'd use are darling/hun/honey
•Tails just wouldn't know what to do for you.
•So, he went to his best friend, Sonic, for help !
•Sonic wasn't much help either.
•In the end, he would make this mechanical heart that would open up, and inside the words are "I love you, Y/n !"
•Please compliment him on it !! He worked really hard on it and tried to make it perfect. Perfect is the only thing you deserve, nothing less !
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Knuckles
•Knuckles would have so many ideas !
•The petnames he'd use for you are babe/hun/sweetie/love
•You two could perhaps go to the theater ?
•Or or, a movie night at home !
•You two ended up at home, watching your favorite movie with your favorite snacks and drinks.
•Knuckles argued with the characters in the T.V. can you blame him ? They where going the wrong way !
•After the movie was over, you two built a pillow fort, and ended up sleeping together in it- JSKDKFKG
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Amy
•SHES BEEN PLANNING FOR WEEKS OMFG
•The petnames she'd use are love/darling
•Amy loves Valentine's day and it's also her favorite holiday !!
•She'd bake you your favorite pastry
•She had to make sure it was perfect ! Every little detail mattered if it was going to be given to you !
•She'd also spoil you- She would give you tons of presents !
•Not only with gifts though, with compliments too !
•"I love you so so so soooo much, darling !!"
•"I wouldn't trade you for the world !"
•She truly means everything she says and loves you with all of her heart <3
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Silver
•He'd take you out to a nice restaurant for sure !!
•The petnames Silver would call you are darling/my love/baby/sweets
•He'd take you to his favorite, Olive Garden he lives off of those breadsticks
•Order whatever you want ! It's his treat !!
•Silver will pay. No matter how much you insist, even if it's just a penny.
•You make him so nervous, but it's the best kind !
•He'd definitely sneak a bite off of your plate
•If you got spaghetti, he'd try to do the lady and the tramp thing, yk when they both eat one pasta noodle and end up kissing ? (He'd miserably fail)
•He'd give you so many kisses anyways ! Why ? Because you deserve it, dummy !!
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Blaze
•I headcanon her as aro, so I don't have much for her, sorry 😭
•Her petnames for you would be love/darling/treasure
•You guys always spend the day together on Valentine's because that's actually the day she asked you out !
•Her love language is gift giving, so be prepared to be overloaded with gifts-
•But her top thing is flowers ! All in purple, white, and in your favorite color !
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Shadow
•He'd prefer something just you and him
•His petnames for you are My Love/Babe/Starshine
•Shadow LOOVES cooking, but doesn't admit it.
•He'll surprise you with a dinner he made himself !
•Saying everything was perfect was an understatement to say the least, I mean, why wouldn't he make the best dinner for his love ?
•You will catch him several times throughout dinner staring at you
•"Why wouldn't I stare at the prettiest thing in the world ?"
(I MADE MYSELF SO FLUSTERED WRITING THAT LINE AAA)
•He literally did everything for you that day
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Rouge
•You two would have a date at home !
•Her petnames for you are sweetheart/babe/baby/jewel
•She would put on a playlist that she herself made
•And you two would slow dance together !
•She really wanted to do something that involved in you two getting close together, her love language is physical touch after all
•She did that little dip at the end of the playlist and kissed you, and WOAH
•"I had such a fun time tonight, my jewel, we should do this more often <3"
•You two ended up cuddling the rest of the night
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And that's all !! I really do hope you all enjoyed ! Have a great Valentine's day !!! And remember to request !!!
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The Handmaiden
As Padme's handmaiden and decoy, you expect there to be a few mishaps, a few mix-ups. Especially when you're in the full Queen's garb and makeup. What you don't expect is the newly made Jedi Knight to make that mistake. The accident leaves your head spinning for more reasons than you want.
Anakin Skywalker X Reader
Word Count: 1400
Warnings: Mildly dubious consent, mistaken identity, forced kiss/groping/grinding
The Queen was utilizing you an awful lot these days. You sat upon her couch, scrolling through a datapad of her latest emails, dressed in full Naboo royal garb and makeup. All to await a few delegates that Padme hated dealing with. You offered to take her place but it was your job to take her place, not that you wanted to. The task was just as grueling for you. Made so because per Padme’s decree, you had to remain pacifistic while in her place. There were a few on the Senate who didn’t deserve pacifism. Not when they continued to treat you- Padme , as a child.
You all didn’t fight in retaking Naboo from the Trade Federation and their droid army to be treated so disrespectfully. How Padme could stand it was a mystery.
The emails were to try and distract you until the time came to humor Hasana, Torie and Jen-ros. The three were all close ‘friends’, if that was a word that could be used among senate members, and wanted to make Padme a forth and their whipping girl. The agitation was building in you with each passing minute. A small headache starting to form, and it would only get worse when they arrived.
The bell rang on the door and it surprised you. They shouldn’t be here for another thirty minutes. You were alone in the Queens quarters because the trio complained in the past about all the handmaidens being a distraction from the gossip. You strongly disagreed with Padme being left alone with them, but that got circumvented when you took her place. The others were all gone to lunch with Padme, leaving you to begrudgingly answer it, hoping it was anyone else.
As the sliding doors opened, you were surprised to see Anakin of all people. Though you kept calm, you did feel a heat warming your cheeks at the sight of him. “I’m surprised to see you here. Is everything alright?”
You hated to admit it even to yourself, but he had grown quite handsome in the time apart. For so long you only remembered him as that high-spirited and charitable little boy. Even then his adoration of Padme was clear. You were there when he asked if she was an angel, and you had to stifle your laughter, teasing Padme about it for years. When Obi-wan introduced him as his padawan, well, she got the opportunity to mock you in return as you couldn’t stop mentioning how tall he was and how much he’s changed, clear awe and captivation in your eyes. Though, that had come to a stop recently. And you were perceptive of all your Queen’s changes and attitudes.
Anakin strode in, glancing around the room. His intense energy made you nervous. “Is anyone else here?”
“No. But a group of delegates will be arriving in about thirty minutes.”
He sighed, “Good. I need you.”
“What-” You barely took in his words out of confusion, barely got your question out before suddenly his lips were covering yours, his hands cupping your neck to hold you against him. Your shock came as an audible moan because he was pressed so tightly against your mouth, clinging feverishly.
So, this was why Padme had been acting so strangely lately. A secret affair with a newly made Jedi Knight? What was she thinking?!
As much as it, well, it did feel nice to be kissed with such intense desire, you stumbled back trying to get a breath in to explain you weren’t Padme. Anakin followed you step by step, until your back hit the wall and he locked you against it, his kisses fast and deep. They were delightfully suffocating. His hands dropped to your body, feeling you through the Queen’s dress. Buried under the layers your skin was alight with sensation. His touch, his body pinning you, his kisses wetting your lips and each smack burning hot in your ears because you knew. You had to stop him. None of it was for you. Misunderstanding or not, it would wound Padme if she stumbled on this.
“I haven’t stopped thinking about you, not for a moment.” Every hushed word brushed your damp lips, every few punctuated with another kiss, as if he was deliberately trying to stop you from talking in reply. You clung to his jedi robes, unable to stop the pleasured whimper that bubbled up your throat when he pressed his thigh between yours, your core aching in response. A hot sigh ghosted down your chin, his words ever more desperate, as if he might cry if you told him to stop. “I’m sorry- I’m sorry, I know you said to take things slow, but I need you so badly.”
Your breath was quick, finding your voice and it sounded so small, “A-Anakin I’m-”
He swallowed your words on his tongue, a thrill hitting you hard as the silk waves languidly ran along your own. Coaxing you to fall deeper into him. Filling your head with a weightless light. Your eyes rolled back and fluttered as he ground against you, drinking you up. Your skin was tingling, your body wanting to press into his relentless attention. You’d be melting on the floor if he wasn’t holding you.
But this needed to end before he tried to go any further. With numb hands, you pushed on his chest but Anakin was a solid wall, and he only dug in more, bowing down to practically lift you off the floor in his tight embrace. Your hands slipped a little higher, pushing against his shoulders and slowly he started to relent. You managed to push him off enough to barely call out, “Mm-mnot Padme!”
Finally, it gave him pause. Anakin took back. His eyes blew wide open with horror before throwing himself back from you. He covered his mouth, his face blooming red. “Oh! Oh I’m so sorry!”
You were in no better state, your whole body burning, the queenly voice gone and a nervous giggle lacing your every word, “A misunderstanding is bound to happen. That’s what all the make up is for, after all.” It didn’t seem to calm him any, looking around the room as if he’d been set up and Padme might jump out at any moment. “Really Anakin, it’s nothing to worry about it. A genuine accident.”
Anakin was struggling to catch his breath, unable to look at you he was so mortified, unable to stop moving around and fidgeting as he tried to deal with all that energy he stirred up. “I’m very sorry if I frightened you, or made you uncomfortable-”
“It’s nothing, really! An understandable accident. I won’t hold it against you.” You smiled to him but you couldn’t stop smiling. Either by nerves or all the adrenaline now pumping through your body. With a hand over your stomach, flutters and quick thudding making you a little nauseous, you went to the desk and explained. “There’s a few delegate’s on their way that Padme can’t stand, so I’m sitting in for her. She went to have lunch at a nearby restaurant- uh, here.” You grabbed a spare datapad and typed in the coordinates, handing it to him and hoping he didn’t notice the slight trembling of the pad.
“Thank you.” He practically whispered, looking it over, all his concentration on the directions. You could see the lump in his throat bob as he swallowed thickly, and you wondered what you might taste like to him, a fresh flush hitting you for thinking such a thing at all. He could only give you the briefest glance and nod before turning to leave.
“Uh- um-” When Anakin looked back, you hesitantly handed him a handkerchief. “You’ve got some of the uh, makeup on you.”
Red and white smeared on his lips and chin, a bit on his cheek. He’d tried to wipe it away earlier, maybe more concerned with how wet the makeout had gotten, but it clung steadily. The blush came back in full bloom as Anakin went to the nearest mirror and thoroughly wiped the evidence away. Bashfully, he came and handed the stained handkerchief back. “You might want to-”
He motioned to his now clean face and you could only imagine the state your makeup was in. Your face burned as you looked down, “Y-yes. Of course.”
As he walked away, you very nearly said, say hi to Padme for me , and quickly realized that was maybe not the thing to bring up after what just happened. But it was only an accident. It didn’t mean anything. Anakin said nothing as he left. The last you saw of him was getting back in the elevator and rubbing down his blushing red face with both hands.
So you can stop it here or continue on with the story on A03
The Handmaiden
It's slow burn af, just so you know! I think some will enjoy it as just a little ditty, but if you enjoyed it at all, I'd love to know!
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Here's my nice to be kneaded headcanon: Reader always brings him treats so Steve feels bad he's not returning something. Since he's now helping out some days a week, he starts doodling little things on post it notes and leaves it in the bakery for her to find. The first few times it's employees that find them and everyone's confused who it's from, till reader puts them all together and it's the spots she took Steve when she showed him the town. She saves them all and it looking forward to what's next on Steve's list to draw.
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*Had to change up the request a bit as to not interfere with a future plotline that’s already been written.
Hidden Treasure
Can be read as a one shot, or in conjunction with Nice to be Kneaded.
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Nomad Steve x Baker Reader
word count: 1,664
"Hey, look at this really cool thing we found!" One of your employees, Sabrina, told you enthusiastically while quickly approaching you at your spot on the desk.
You ripped your eyes away from the product order invoice on the desktop screen to take interest in her excitement.
"What is it?" You asked, as she handed it to you.
In your hand, she placed a yellow sticky note that was drawn on with a ball point pen. An immediate smile tugged at your lips when you recognized it. It was one of the espresso machines in the lobby.
On the sticky note was a drawing of the machine itself, sitting on the counter accompanying a fresh latte. The detail was sickeningly impressive considering it was on a 3 x 3 yellow square, and drawn on with a 75¢ ball point pen.
"I was doing a quick run to wipe down all the tables after morning rush and found that stuck to the small table by the espresso bar!" Sabrina enthused. "Isn't it incredible?!"
"It's amazing" You agreed with a smile.
"I wonder who did it." She pondered as you handed it back to her.
"Maybe a customer during morning rush" You shrugged, smile still invasive. "Have you guys found any more of them or was it just this one?"
"Nope, this is the first and only one." Sabrina noted. "Maybe they'll come back and leave more."
"Well whoever it is deserves a coffee and a cookie if we catch them." You noted.
"This work of art must be cherished forever" She noted, grabbing the roll of tape and tearing off a piece. She taped the sticky note masterpiece to the wall right next to the computer. "This is the new, official, Nice to be Kneaded art museum."
That post-it stayed on the wall for two days before Steve came back into the bakery to help out with the bulk supply delivery. That's when he caught a glimpse of his drawing taped to the wall, and knew he needed to leave more for you and your employees to find around the bakery.
Day by day, week by week, the scrap paper and pen art museum on the back office wall became quite an impressive display. So much so that you eventually became ignorant to the new additions on the daily because they started to blend in with the rest. But every once in a while, you'd catch your team talking about the most recent little pieces of art so you'd go to inspect the entirety of the collection.
One particularly quiet night in the bakery, you had texted Steven to see if he wanted to hang out with you. It wasn't usually a night he'd come by, but you missed his little antics and his stupidly handsome face.
Without question, he was walking through the door of the bakery 20 minutes later. His golden hair was still slightly soggy from the shower he was taking when you grabbed his attention, and he was dressed casually and comfortably as he always was.
"Hey there, honey!" You smiled big, happy to see your best friend.
"Hello, hello!" He greeted you with a smile just as big as yours, and gave you a big hug.
One thing about Steven was that he was of the same mentality of a Great Dane, he was a lot bigger and stronger than he was aware of, yet he thought he was a lap dog. Even his gentlest of hugs engulfed your entire body, and squeezed you comfortably tight.
"Thanks for coming! It was getting real quiet and lonely in here without you."
"You know I'd never miss a chance to spend time with you." He playfully exclaimed. “Need help with anything?”
“Nothing other than curing my boredom” You shrugged.
His eyes looked over to the wall of sticky notes he had drawn on, completely unbeknownst to you and your entire staff. “What’s all of this?” He questioned, interested to hear your take on the drawings.
“Oh, that’s our art museum” You smiled. “Some unknown person has been leaving these drawings around the store for us to find.”
“Oh really?” Steve cocked his head to the side, fighting a smile.
“Yeah, it’s really fun. We all love it so much” You smiled. “It’s like finding hidden treasure, then when we find them we add them to the wall.”
“Do you have a favorite one?” He asked.
He watched your eyes scan them all over, before your pointed to one of the post-it’s. “That one, but they’re all amazing. I’m going to save them forever.”
His eyes followed your finger to the drawing he did last week of the outside of the bakery, and he could agree that it was one of his favorites too.
You could see the inside of the bakery through the windows on the front, and shining through the reflective glass was the big neon sign that read ‘Nice to be Kneaded’. There were many days where pulling into the parking lot of your cozy bakery filled him with immense comfort, and that drawing made him feel just the same way.
“I like this one” Steve pointed to the drawing he did two days ago of the back of a kid up on his tippy toes, peaking into the case full to the brim with treats.
“Awwwww that one is so cute!” You cooed.
Conversation strayed but Steve’s mind stayed fixed on the little drawings. Much like every other aspect of his life, he didn’t want to lie or keep secrets from you, but he did want to make it fun.
So, he started making it increasingly more obvious that it was him every day he spent in the bakery just to clue you in.
If you were baking cookies, he would draw the cookies.
You cleaned the glass of the bake case? Surprise. The next drawing would be of the case full of pastry with little sparkling shimmers on the glass to show it was completely finger print free.
Oh and that cake you were decorating right in front of his face? Yeah. That was tonight’s drawing.
He got every last detail, down to the different piping tips you used for the princess style, the tiny pearled beads you carefully placed at every joint and peak, and the writing on top in your beautiful handwriting that he honestly struggled to recreate.
Steve really thought this would be the one that pushed it over the edge and helped you put the pieces together, but when he walked in the next day, you said nothing about it.
Even when you looked at it and taped it up in its respective spot, you still didn’t solve the little riddles he was leaving you.
Well, that was true until about an hour later when you walked over to the computer to confirm order details on the cake you were about to start. Making sure you got all the flavors, colors, and theming right was very important to you.
He watched your eyes go from the computer screen, to the drawing you just attached to the wall, back to the computer, back to the drawing.
“Oh my gosh…” You caught his attention. “I just realized this is the cake I made yesterday!” You said happily.
“Wait… don’t you think that’s a little odd?” Steve asked, trying to push you along further into the clue.
“Why would it be?” You questioned.
“Well, if you decorated that cake last night when only you were here, then put it in the fridge for pick up early in the morning, how would the artist have even seen the cake?” Steve continued.
“Wait, you’re so right. That customer picked up at opening.” You agreed. “Oh gosh, and the day before that was a picture of the bake case, I just cleaned it the night before…”
“See, now that’s really odd.” He egged you on.
“Who the hell could this be?” You thought out loud. “Do I have a stalker.”
“Well let’s think rationally about this mystery guy. Can you think of anyone who would’ve seen you clean the bake case and decorate that cake?” Steve asked.
He watched you think for a second. “Other than us two I have no idea… You were here too. Did you see anything weird?”
“Not at all.” Steve couldn’t even hold in the laugh he was desperately trying to conceal. “So if it was just you and I…”
Before he could even finish his sentence, you remembered one very important detail about Steven.
He was an artist.
Steve could literally see the moment it clicked in your head, your face snapped into something between joy and annoyance. But you were smiling with big pink cheeks, so he really didn’t care.
“Steven!” You laughed joyfully, voice raising a few notches.
“What?!” He questioned gigging with you.
“Why didn’t you tell me it was you!” You screeched, reaching forward and very gently play hitting his arm.
“I was seeing how long it would take you to figure it out!”
“Meanie!”
“…and you said it was making you and all your employees happy!” Steve continued explaining. “Leaving drawings around the store to make you guys happy is the least I could do in exchange for how happy you and the bakery make me.”
You cheeks only deepened their blush as his explanation sunk into your mind and heart. “Honey, you already do so much for us and they don’t even know you’re here helping out. You’re appreciated by everyone regardless, and what you do here goes a long way.”
“Yeah, but, I really like making the drawings” he admitted shyly.
“We all love them too. Thanks for all you do for me, Steven.” You said sincerely.
“No, thank you.” He said humbly, his cheeks were blushed pink just like yours.
“Okay, now I just have to get these all in a picture frame…” Thought.
He laughed. “Stop it! They’re literally just post it notes!”
“One man’s post-it is another man’s masterpiece!”
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hihi not sure how fond myrielle and aerion are of each other (would love to know more about their dynamic if you are willing to share <3) but they remind me of the “who tf is burning down my kitchen” “making breakfast for my beautiful wife” twitter meme
anon ... i giggled .
as for marriage dynamics well .. i feel like by default any relationship with a guy everyone hates for good reason is going to be a bit strained . but somehow they're both kind of deranged enough to make it work (er.. well... somewhat...).
ive talked very briefly about it in my little myrielle post already but it kind of had to grow into anything beyond hating each other . right when myrielle gets to court she holds a lot of resentment toward him, mainly because he's the second son of a fourth son - not really heir to anything, and even when she's young she wants to aim higher than that with her betrothal. she spends a lot of time pining after the concept of another man that she deems 'better' (valarr, matarys, even daeron etc - the actual people matter less than the fact that they're further up in the succession than aerion) just because she's decided to herself that she deserves more. a little girl playing into the idea of being a wife and centering her whole worldview about that ala really twisted westerosi expectations and societal structures
it's kind of what you'd expect from two very willful very spoiled preteens; a lot of petty squabbles and little disagreements that have them bickering and squabbling and it's a bit of a mess . in time though it breezes over kind of because they both grow up and 'mature' in the sense that they aren't calling each other stupid and pushing each other over in the yard anymore LOL
by the time they're married ... well . it's .... . myrielle is fond of him and finds him handsome and dashing while they're in public and in private he at least treats her well a couple days a week which is enough . i think it's very shallow in the sense that ... i'm not sure if they ever truly know each other fully . myrielle projects her ambitions onto him and steadily heads down her path to making sure he becomes king (after the tourney at ashford meadow and the great spring sickness when things get a little crazy in how many targs are dying off) and aerion projects some idea of the wife he'd imagined himself to want onto her . in my mind he's kind of giving targ man too caught up in the idea of his ancestry and his family traditions given his whole deal with the dragon delusions etc so its lots of hey what if you pretend like you're (targ woman of his choosing) and ill be (her evil husband) and then we'll be a Proper Couple instead of a Fake Arrangement between me (perfect prince) and a lesser non-targ woman . you can see that there might be some issues here .
definitely not good . they hold resentment for each other mutually for a variety of reasons but theres also some deep seated dedication there especially from myrielle . she gets so deep into the thought of the both of them rising further than they're expected to that she in turn essentially drops everything for him and makes a lot of questionable choices and does a lot of questionable things to keep him happy and to assist him in whatever way she thinks he needs . i feel like she gets very caught up in the idea of really feeding into the idea aerion has of their marriage . tries to play into the thought of being more of a targaryen and tries to shift and change herself which never really works because she does treasure her own family and her identity but also because things just don't go the way she wants .
errr. ride or die i guess but it's weirrddddddd . which is funny to say because in practice they both cheat on each other and lie to each other and fight and bicker but they keep going back for more . why...? well.. maybe duty maybe genuine care maybe a third more evil option. me when i go out and cheat on my wife but its okay because i come back and bring her nice gifts and we do our historical targ roleplay which isn't weird at all guys i promise please guys listen its not weird its not w
rubs my chin. a lot of thoughts but i'm bad at putting them into words. i hope this is anything . probably not. one day you'll get something better from me .... .... <3
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dear lady wisteria, can we get a reading on jk's fs' parents reaction to jk and their first meeting?
sure :)
i got six cards! her parents got quite the bit to say, this post includes channeling (hence why i only answer this question two days after you asked me this)
long reading ahead!
the emperor. wheel of fortune. the empress. five of cups. death. the star.
with the emperor, they look at him as a very masculine man. it seems that her parents are the traditional type, hence why the religious background came up in a previous reading. they've always looked at their daughter like a princess the moment she was born and they believe that she deserves someone to treat her like one. jk is wealthy, successful, influential, well-known, and in the upper class. this reassures them that he can support her in everything as she needs and won't have to worry about the bills. a strong man who's the breadwinner of the household and takes care of his wife is what they desire for her and he fits the standard.
with the empress, they connect him with the idea of "venus." literally heard her dad saying "he's a pretty boy" but still acknowledges that jk is extremely handsome and good looking while her mom acknowledges that too and looks at him like "a gentleman" after they had a full conversation. her mom could see the love in his eyes for their daughter as it is extremely obvious. its that whole theory where a person is so good looking, you'd assume they're a good person (this is the halo effect, not an opinion or fact, just a theory).
however, with death and the wheel of fortune, they aren't too sure. they are delighted that she found someone that matches her energy and suits her. this is also think of jungkook as a lucky and almost "god-given" gift for their daughter, where they will also have bragging rights at cocktail parties but...they don't think they will last (on first impression, later on they know they will commit). they think he may not have enough time for her because he is an extremely busy man and that he might just be "another lesson" in her life.
they know that she needs someone to be there for her even though she acts like she doesn't. his tattoos and his handsome face throws them off a little too, there was a vision of when he first enters their home, her dad says something like "he looks like a player/an f-boy" in their ethnic language (which doesn't sound like korean) and her mom hits his shoulder and is like "be nice, you know she likes him a lot."
short answer for the five of cups, just like their daughter, her parents are really good at reading people. give them one conversation with you and they will most likely know what you ate on tuesday (exaggerating but you know what i mean). they could see that he looks like "a loner" (I DID NOT SAY THIS, they did, not me lol). very smiley and happy but looks like he's very lonely and been through a lot.
they think of him as the type to regret a lot of things and push people away when they are upset but they just hope that he doesn't do the same with their daughter so they're unsure of his mental capability of being in a relationship with their daughter. they don't think he's ready even though he's a grown ass man.
despite all of these things, with the star, they can't help but feel hopeful. this is the first time that she's been this open with them when it comes to bringing them someone to meet and they acknowledge that she's serious about jk and wants to be with him.
although it seems likely in their eyes that the outcome may not be the best, they see how they match each other extremely well and made for each other as if "they were adam and eve." they think that if they somehow work it out, they'd be so happy and have a long and forever-lasting relationship, they have nothing against him. they're all for him.
reminder: none of my readings are ever 100% accurate, including everyone else's.
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A First Kiss (1.3k)
Characters: x Chifuyu; ft. Mikey and Draken
CW: mild cursing; mention of minor wounds; cringe
Synopsis: Reader kisses Chifuyu's wounds after a battle and the embarrassment that follows.
Reader: GN
can fight; used to be from an opposing gang
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“Y/n!” Chifuyu called. “You alright?”
You smile as he grasps your face, turning it in his hands. You giggle as you gently pull his hands away from your face. “I’m alright. Nothing serious,” you say. He frowns as his eyes study your bruised eye and chin. “Besides,” you say, a smug grin spreading across your face, “you should see the other guys. Aaaand, compared to how damaged your face is, this is nothing.” Your expression turns solemn as you run your fingers gently over his warm cheek, tilting his face to see how badly his face was cut. Blood dripped from his temple and his lip. You sigh.
You understood how much Toman mattered to Chifuyu and wanted to do everything to help, even if that meant following him onto the battlefield. Still, it’d be nice if you didn’t have to worry about patching your boyfriend up all the time.
As you rummage through your thigh bag for medical supplies, Chifuyu pouts. “Still…” he mutters, “I’m supposed to protect you.” He knew you were completely capable of defending yourself; after all, your first meeting consisted of you beating the shit out of some delinquents picking on a cat. However, that didn’t stop him from fawning over you as if you were made of glass.
“Hold still Fuyu,” you order as you dab his wounds with antiseptic wipes, too absorbed in treating him to notice his mumbling. You frown as he winces. “I know, sorry. It’s better than letting your cuts get infected.”
“I’d feel better if you kissed my wounds.” Chifuyu thinks to himself. He knows you aren’t the type to show PDA, but he can’t stop himself from wishing. After all, you’re just so damn cute when you’re focusing.
“It’s fine. I’m used to it now,” he says, still pouting. “You patch me up better than I ever could anyways.”
You beam at the compliment, a wide smile spreading across your face. You giggle, “I’m pretty damn good, aren’t I?” As you apply the last plasters to his face, trying not to cause him any more pain than he was already in, a thought pops into your head. When it came to bandaging your brother and those of your old gang, you prioritized efficiency and speed over the comfort of your patient. Being the only medic in a field of groaning teenagers with sirens blaring in the distance tends to fill one with a strong enough sense of urgency to ignore any of your patients’ complaints. That being said, Chifuyu wasn’t your brother nor a friend. He was Fuyu, your incredibly sweet and handsome boyfriend who deserved the utmost special treatment.
With that sentiment in mind, you had previously asked Yuzuha for tips on how to minimize pain while treating someone since she treated Hakkai’s wounds when they were younger.
“You’re asking for Chifuyu right?” the strawberry blonde asked, grinning at your flushed face.
“I- No! I just want to do things differently than my old gang.”
“Hmmm, honestly they’re just happy to be getting treated. For a bunch of idiots who get hurt all the time, not too many know how to properly take care of their wounds,” she says. Suddenly, a mischievous glint appeared in her eyes. “Well, if you really want to make Chifuyu feel better, you could always kiss his wounds better.”
“Ki-Kiss?!” you question, blushing at the idea.
Back to the present day, you repeat the word in your head. “Kiss. Kissing Fuyu. Mhm. Kissing Fuyu, my boyfriend. Yep. Yep. I got this. This is fine.” Grabbing the nape of his neck, you pulled him down as you pepper his face with light kisses. “That better?” you ask, doing your best to maintain composure. Chifuyu jumps backwards, his face turning a bright red. “Eh- Eh??? What’s wrong?” you question, surprised at his sudden jerk. A million thoughts run through your head. Did I overstep? Am I moving too fast?? Is he uncomfortable??? Does my breath stink????
From behind you, Draken lets out a loud whistle. “Wow, Y/n. That’s pretty ballsy!” The other members of Toman also begin to get rowdy, laughing and poking fun at the situation. “You sure got yourself a strong partner, Chifuyu! I hope my girlfriend is as upfront as Y/n! Lucky you, Chifuyu!”
Your ears turned a cherry-red as you realized all of Toman was looking at you. “Wh- WAIT. WAIT WAIT. DR-DRAKEN!” you yell, running up to your vice-commander. You slap his arm, trying to explain yourself, “I swear! I- I didn’t mean to. I just-”
“Heeeh, you’re saying you didn’t mean to kiss Chifuyu? How could you steal his first kiss and then double back? Never thought you’d be such a casanova, Y/n-chin.” You turn to see Mikey standing behind you with a wide grin.
“Th-That’s not- Uh- I didn’t-” Unable to handle anymore embarrassment, your face burning, you let out a yell and take off towards the exit of the park. You had never run from a strong opponent or a fight with odds stacked against you, and yet here you were sprinting off all because of someone you liked.
“Ah! Y/n-chin is trying to run away! Don’t let them escape!” Mikey yells out laughing, as he takes off to chase you.
“JUST LET ME WALLOW IN MY EMBARRASSMENT!” you yell, looking back to see Mikey attempting to tackle you. Suddenly the floor disappears beneath your feet as Draken grabs the back of your uniform, hoisting you into the air. “Lemme gooo! Mikey-san. I’ll buy you dorayaki everyday for a week. Just let me go!”
“No can do, Y/n,” Mikey says with a smile. Since watching Takemichi bawling in front of Hinata, nothing was more sweet than watching his friends making a fool of themselves for love.
Unable to free yourself from Draken’s grip, you're helpless as he places you in front of Chifuyu. You both stare at each other, faces flushed. Normally, you’d be laughing at your boyfriend’s pink ears and flushed expression, but all you can do is fiddle with the end of your sleeve, averting his gaze.
After what seems like an eternity, he calls your name. “Y/n…” Chifuyu whispers as he steps closer to you, pulling you gently towards him.
“Fuyu,” you say in a small voice, “sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I- I wasn’t-”
“S’alright,” he reassures, brushing your hair out of your face. “Y/n. Y/n look at me… please?” He places his hand under your chin, tilting your head upwards. You look up at him, his blond hair blowing gently in the wind. Small pools of tears well in your eyes, your face burning with embarrassment. “Ya know,” he says as he clears his throat, “I was actually planning on making a move today. You beat me to it.” Chifuyu smiles as he grabs your waist, pulling you into him. Cupping your face in his warm hand, he plants a firm, but gentle kiss on your lips. His face lingers in front of yours, his warm breath tickling your face. “By the way, you never actually kissed me on the lips.”
“H-huh?” you say, still dizzy from the adrenaline.
“You only kissed my cheeks. I stole your first kiss,” he said, a proud grin on his face.
Your hand slaps over your mouth as you try to hold in your laugh, you wonder what manga he stole that line from. Small giggles leave your mouth as you intertwine your fingers with his.
“It’s not stealing if I wanted you to have it, Fuyu~” You plant another kiss on his lips before pulling him towards his bike. “Now, let’s go eat. I'm starving.”
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Author's note:
Finally, I have mustered up the courage to post. I implore you, roast me. I am too embarrassed to seek feedback from anyone in my real life, so if you have any critiques, I am more than willing to hear them. If you have any suggestions or scenarios, let me know.
#tokyo revengers#tokyo rev x reader#tokyo revengers x reader#tokyo rev x you#matsuno chifuyu#chifuyu x reader#chifuyu x you#tokrev#tokyo rev#tokyo revengers x y/n
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Getting Mistaken for a Couple Pt. 2 | Headcanons
bim bam bop here's a part 2 for you all <333
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Childe
Ngl, the mistake kinda fuels his ego.
"Oh, did you get that impression by the way [Name] stares at me? I can't blame her, though. It's not often you find a Fatui Harbinger who's this handsome and capable."
All joking aside, he makes sure to clear the air and let the commenter know that you're just friends. Friends with a Harbinger. Should they ever try to threaten you, they'll have to go through him first :)
The threat is enough to make the person apologize and scurry away in fear. You chastise Childe for being too forward, but he says he just wants to make sure no one tries to hurt you. Who knows? They could be an enemy in disguise.
You do appreciate the thought at least, and you make sure to thank him for having your back. Being friends with a Harbinger does have its perks.
But you're not in this friendship so you have protection from the Fatui. You're friends with Childe because you like him for who he is. Though intimidating at times, he's charming, funny, and most important of all, fiercely loyal.
Pink dusts his cheeks when he recognizes the sincerity of your words. Maybe he's been around too many people who are scared of him or are just being friendly in order to rise up the ranks. So hearing someone genuinely say that they enjoy being close to him? It's a nice feeling.
It makes him think more about the relationship the two of you have, and how you might be the only person that can truly understand him. He already likes being your closest confidant, but if you were something more...well, he'd be the happiest man in all of Teyvat!
He needs time to figure out how to confess to you, or rather, he needs time to bolster up the courage. He's fought many battles, practically made a nation fall to its knees, but in all of these scenarios, he knew he'd come out victorious. Now he finds himself unsure. He can only hope that you'll accept his feelings. He'd love for you to become a part of his family.
His brothers and sisters have welcomed you in already. In fact, they've been prodding him for ages to finally make a move. Maybe it's about time he takes his siblings' advice...
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Diluc
Diluc promptly corrects the commenter on their mistake. He doesn't want to ignore it and have the whole of Mondstadt thinking he's in a relationship (word about the nation's most eligible bachelor spreads fast).
"[Name] and I are not a couple. She's simply a close friend of mine. We just often go on walks together to catch up when we've been too busy to meet."
Diluc makes sure to remain a gentleman as he clears up the misunderstanding, though. You might not be his lover, but he doesn't mind the mistake at all. It's flattering, in a way. But he personally doesn't think he's good enough for someone as wonderful as you.
"I apologize for getting you into this situation. Rumors about my relationship status are common occurrences. It's almost as if the whole of Mondstadt is eagerly awaiting for me to find someone...for some reason."
Don't even try to tell him that you wouldn't be good enough to be his lover anyways. He will list all the reasons about why you're the greatest person he's ever met, and if anyone deserves to be happy, it's you.
"If you have the time, I'd like to make it up to you. Would you allow me to treat you to dinner at the Winery? Ask for whatever you want. As I've told you before, if it is in my power, I will give it to you."
Please let him treat you, give you gifts, just let him do anything for you. Seeing that smile on your face always manages to make him smile, too. Your happiness is contagious. He'd say it's even more addicting than a good wine.
Anddd this is when he realizes that maybe his affections for you might go deeper than just a simple friendship.
"Please, allow me to escort you over to the Winery. I'll walk in front to take care of any monsters that might come our way." (But in actuality, he's only taking the lead in order to hide his reddened face).
He can handle formidable mitachurls and the Abyss order, but when it comes to matters involving you, it's going to take some time until he can finally reveal his feelings to you, though hopefully not while he's a flustered mess.
#claudemblems writes#genshin impact#genshin impact x reader#diluc#diluc x reader#childe#childe x reader#genshin impact headcanons
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