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ah-ga-seven · 11 months

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Fucking Up the Sheets | Jung Jaehyun

Pairing: Fem!reader x Jung Jaehyun

Word count: 2.8k

Genre: smut, slice of life, teeny tiny bit of angst, fluff

Summary/Warnings: nsfw, established relationship, soft dom!jae, mentions of overstimulation, choking and squirting.

Never in your life did you imagine reaching this level of domestic in your relationship with Jaehyun this fast and so naturally. You’ve been together for 4 years now. Both of your social circles have basically melted together, and the only place where you lived separate lives was at work, especially since you started living together not long ago.

Your friends always warned you that the first few months of living together was going to be tough. You’d have to re-figure each other out and get past the tiny differences you didn’t know about yet. Living together would be nothing like staying over at each other’s’ place or going on vacations for that matter. Because now…you had a household to maintain. As a team.

But to be honest…things worked pretty fine?

The only problem is that Jaehyun only knows how to vacuum and do the dishes. He does all the other ‘manly’ stuff. Like taking out the trash, carrying the groceries in and fixing a lightbulb when needed. Though there weren't many bulbs to replace in a new home in the first place...

“Babe, when I get back from work can you please change the bed sheets. I didn’t have time.” You were running late for work, giving him a desperate look as you stood in the hallway, ready to leave with your car keys and big ass water bottle in your hands.

He didn’t look up from his phone, pursing his lips together to show his dimples as he nodded. A low hum escaped his lips, letting you know that he heard you.

You stood still for a second, knowing him well enough to know he probably half-heard you. But for the purpose of avoiding a fight you decided to just trust him for once and not nag for not listening to you because you didn’t know for sure that he didn’t.

You were just going to have to put your faith in him for once. And hopefully when you got back…he did the damn thing.

Your job had it out for you today.

You mixed up a deadline which meant you had to stay later than usual to be able to make it work and now that it was 8 pm. You were exhausted, dehydrated and tense.

You tried to relax your shoulders and cancel out the dull ache in your lower back from sitting at your desk all day, but it was of no use. It looks like Jaehyun would have to massage yet another knot out of your shoulders tonight.

The thought of seeing him after such a long day made a smile creep up on your face unknowingly. Ah, yes. Home. It really is where the heart is.

“Babe?” you called out for him once you entered the house and walked straight into your living and kitchen area. He spotted you from the couch and got up to greet you. You had a rather exhausted pout on your face which made him chuckle at your cuteness when you opened your arms for him. He embraced you tightly, which made your eyes close in solace for a second. Jaehyun planted a kiss atop of your head and let go after his hands traveled to your waist. “I got takeout. I’ll heat some up for you while you shower, okay?” he sweetly suggests as he ghosted his thumb over your frown.

You nodded with a content smile, unknitting your eyebrows for the first time in a while. Your well-deserved weekend could finally start, and all you wanted to do after your diner was climb into your warm, clean bed to binge your favorite show together, but when you got out of the shower and into your bedroom, your smile faded.

Jaehyun hadn’t made the bed yet, and just like that your good mood was spoiled.

You kick yourself for not making sure he fully heard you this morning when you asked him to put on fresh sheets.

You were more fired up than usual given todays events and angrily started to remove the pillowcases one by one, making your way to the end of the bed with annoyed stomps to start unbuttoning the duvet cover and just as you were about to pull it off, the door creaked open.

“Food is rea…dy.”

You hadn’t looked at him yet but the little pause in his sentence was a dead giveaway for the fact that he knew you were angry. And that he KNEW he was supposed to do what you were doing right now.

So, he did hear you this morning.

You turn around giving him an exhausted glare. “I thought I asked you to do this.” you say throwing one of the pillowcases right at him.

His eyebrows raised in surprise, swiftly catching the cotton cover before it could hit him in the face. “I….yeah. True.” he admits pursing his lips together to show his dimples.

You just stare back at him at a loss for words. The least he could say is “I was going to” or a “Yes, sorry, I forgot, I’ll do it right now.” But he just gave you a corny ass smile as he leaned on the doorpost. Well at least he wasn’t trying to gaslight you…but why was he looking at you look that?

You sigh in defeat, crossing your arms over your chest to seem more intimidating “Jaehyun, for fucks sake please just-” he interrupted you. “Baby where are your clothes?” he bit his lip as he gave you a look up and down and that’s when it struck you that you were only wearing your panties since you just got out of the shower.

You guess you got distracted by your unmade bed before you could even think of putting something on.

“I-” you look down at your bare chest and up at him again. “Jaehyun. Stop. I’m serious. Nothing about the way we run this household right now is 50/50.”

“Hmm.” He wasn’t hearing you. His senses completely numbed by the raging hormones coursing through his veins as he looked at you through hooded eyes. He bit the inside of his cheek, his mouth watering at the sight of your erect nipples accompanied by the remaining droplets of water from your shower that remained on your neck and chest like glistening crystals. Even after all these years you still had the same effect on him.

He closed the distance between you two, brushing your hair back as his other fingertips ghosted from your neck to your chest, clamping on of your nipples between his middle and index finger. You jolted from the sensation, his cold hands sending shivers down your spine. “Sorry baby…” he mused, planting a quick kiss to your lips. “I have to get used to having you around like this all the time…” he stopped his sentence, looking down at you in awe as he feathered his fingers down your stomach. “I’ll be better, I promise.” He whispered in your ear before biting your earlobe ever so softly, and without warning his hand disappeared into your underwear.

You immediately felt your whole body relax as you held onto his shoulders for leverage. You were dumbfounded by how easy it was for him to completely manipulate you like that. So you knew you had to put your foot down and…and uhm… - by now you felt his fingers on your clit – What were you saying again?

A breathy moan escaped your lips as you throw your head back in bliss. His digits slowly but steadily rubbing circles against your most sensitive bundle of nerves. “Jae-” you whined, unable to think straight anymore. “Hmm?” he mused, adding a bit more pressure now, making you buck your hips forwards in his hold. His other arm wrapped around your waist from behind to hold you in place for what he was about to do next as he moved your panties aside. Jaehyun then expertly coated his middle and index finger with his saliva, giving you a devilish look as he slowly inserted his fingers into you.

You gasped at the stretch, but fully gave in by now just because it felt too good not to. You huffed, trying to find inner strength to voice something other than your incoherent moans.

“L-lets argue later.” You guffawed, making him shake his head at you. He smirked contently, continuing his ministrations inside of you. “Let’s not argue at all baby.”

Fuck it. He was right.

You pulled him in for a deeper kiss as he finger-fucked you; making him moan into your mouth at your sudden eagerness. The bass in his voice made your body react to him by tightening around his fingers which made him smile against your lips. He was keeping his pumping rhythm while prying your lips open with his tongue to slowly suck on yours and by now you were sopping wet down there. You could hear it.

“Come here.” He mumbled, bending down to lift you off of the floor. You locked your ankles around his hips as he carried you to the bed. Jaehyun proceeded to let go of you playfully which made your back bounce on the matress. You giggled, watching him get rid of his shirt and sweatpants while biting your lip. You propped yourself up on your elbows to see, ghosting your fingers over his chiseled abs and his happy trail as he situated himself on top of you. He was teasingly grinding his clothed core onto yours to demonstrate how he’d fuck you with just a bit more patience. Your wetness had stained his grey sweatpants which made a string of slurs and praises roll from his lips. “Always so eager and ready for me.” he mused ghosting his thumb over your clit once again.

You lost patience and with no time to waste you pulled him in for a heated kiss again as your hands fought with the waistband of his boxers. He quickly stepped out of them once they were at his ankles, and opened up your legs as he pushed your knees up to your chest. His semi hardness rested against your thigh and the sight had your mouth watering. You wanted to pump him, but he playfully swatted your hand away. “Not until I say so,” he says sternly as he pumps his own length slowly while remaining eye contact.

Oh? Ok sir. Period.

“Why?” you pouted.

He softened seeing your cute facial expression, making him kiss your inner thigh lovingly in response.

“Cause I’m not done playing with you yet…” he was lost in thought as he roughly grabbed a handful of your breast, squeezing it hard and letting go just to slap it even harder. He was watching it bounce up and down in awe of your perfect figure, licking his lips with a lustful glare. You gasped, the stinging being a mere distraction as you watch Jaehyun eye you like a hungry animal. “You’re fucking perfect, you know that?” he says squeezing both of your tits this time. You bashfully try to avoid his stare, but he grabbed your chin, making you look at him. “Eyes on me baby.” Fuck. You couldn’t help but obey given how hot he was right now. He moved down your body again, taking your panties off of you slowly just to dive into your folds with his face.

It’s like he was starved as he ate your pussy, sensually curling, flicking and flattening his tongue against your folds and your clit in alternating motions. He had your eyes rolling back, as you grabbed fistfuls of his hair which he seemed to love, because you felt him smile against your nethers. The pleasure was making your body shock with every flick of his tongue, making you desperate for that real gush of release. “Shit. Jae, please let me cum, please, please, please!” you begged pathetically as you screwed your eyes shut. He hummed in response, but it went over your head since he never stopped his menacing dance around your clit. You kept begging as you rolled your hips against his face, making him fuck your entrance with his wet pointy tongue while his nose grazed over your clit ever so slightly. He noticed how tense you got as you tried to stop yourself from cumming just because you didn’t have his permission yet.

He eyed you as you tensed up, you were trying to move away from him but he held onto your forearms tightly, pulling you back down onto his face as he watched you slither underneath him. Now realizing what you were doing he stopped for a second, continuing to roll his thumb against your clit instead so he could speak without losing friction.

“You don’t have to ask today baby, it’s okay.” You nodded feverishly, your moans getting louder and louder as his mouth attached to your clit again. Sucking and flicking his tongue onto your clit directly this time and with a few more seconds he had your whole core shocking and trembling as you squirted all over him and the bed. “J-jae, oh my god, n-no!”

Your waters coated his lips and face, making him lick his lips and wipe his chest as he pumped his length. A low chuckle escaped his lips seeing your fucked out state but with just seconds to recuperate and no warning he pushed his cock into you in one hard motion.

You gasped loudly as all the air got knocked out of your lungs and continued to moan deliriously as he fucked you with long, deep strokes.

“This pussy is mine.” he growled, making you nod feverishly. ‘Yours, daddy! Yours!” You shout.

He smirked contently at your words, and curled his hands around your thighs, pulling you closer so your knees would be at his sides before picking up the pace. Your slick was helping out with how pleasurable and effortless his thrusts were, but still you yearned for more.

You took his right hand off of your leg and mindlessly put it around your neck to show him you wanted to be choked without words, which had his eyes darken with lust even more. He smiled, leaning forward to sweetly kiss your forehead as he starting to tightly pinch the veins on both sides of your throat. He closed his eyes, relishing in how your core tightened around his dick almost instantaneously as a reaction to his actions. “Ahh…fuck baby…s-so tight..” It was getting harder for him to control his thrusts and moans already.

You looked into his dark orbs as tears welled up in your own, cupping his face while nodding at him to make sure he knew to keep going. He slowed down, sensually fucking into you this time as you started to gasp for air and that’s when your second orgasm hit you unexpectedly. You cried out, feeling yourself squirt again as you came which had Jaehyun pull out of you and let go of your neck immediately just to cum on your tummy.

“Fuck!” he was out of breath, his chest heaving up and down just like yours as you both gasped for air. His body was glistening with both his sweat and well, your squirt and you…you were just not on planet earth anymore.

He leaned forward, pecking your neck, chin and lips before making you look at him. “Are you ok?”

Jesus you were done for, but you gave him a nod and a thumbs up with all the strength you had left in you and rolled over to your side to close your legs and regulate your breathing.

He chuckled lowly, giving you a second to breathe and collect yourself as he started to massage your thighs with soft pinches in hopes to release some of the ache. He knew he was hard on you, but he can’t help it. Something straight out animalistic awakens in him when the two of you are having sex. It was one of the things that kept your love life exciting even after 4 years of being together.

Jaehyun looked down at the sheets and himself, still high on dopamine and pride. His chest was wet, as were your thighs, and the sight was absolutely sinful. “You don’t squirt often but when you do….damn.” he mused in approval as he grabbed the nearest towel to pat himself dry. You regained enough consciousness to realize what he was saying and looked down at him, yourself and the damn bed. “Oh my god. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize…it’s the hottest thing...ever.” he giggled cutely, making your heart swell at the sound. How is that the same man who just railed you into another universe?

“I guess I can go back into that shower,” you mope.

“Yeah…let me join you.” He mumbled as he helped you up from the bed by pulling at your arm and that’s when you both felt the wet sheets.

“…Aren’t you glad I didn’t make the bed now…otherwise it would’ve been all fucked up.” He says with a playful glint in his eyes, trying to hide the fact that the corners of his mouth were trying to curl up into a smile.

You glared at him, pushing him away which made him laugh out loud as he stumbled a step back.

“Oh, shut up.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I love you.” He kissed your temple with a smile. “I’ll do it while you have your dinner. Alright?” he beamed at you so adorably that you couldn’t help but give in and nodded. “I love you too.” you say before placing a chaste kiss to his lips. “But first, let’s get cleaned up ourselves,” you say pulling him into the bathroom with you.

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genshingorlsrevengeance · 29 days

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Day you start writing GG stuff i’ll be spamming you with Baiken and Testament requests until then…

Can i request Furina,Navia,Noelle and Marin with a touch starved S/O?

(Genshin Impact/My Dress Up Darling) Furina, Navia, Noelle, and Marin with a touch-starved S/O

Baiken is coming soon, i can tell you that much right now!

Oh-ho-ho? Furina's S/O is touch starved?

Well, thankfully she is here to help alleviate their symptoms! Is she not the kindest soul in all of Fontaine?

Her ass is also extremely touch starved, and is desperately craving for cuddles, maybe even moreso than S/O.

The first time, she is extremely smug, despite the blush that was burning her cheeks telling them otherwise.

But honestly, neither of them really cared. The moment they were in each other's embrace for the first time on the couch, they completely melted.

Furina doesn't even say something when she initiates the cuddles, simply letting her body decompress and snuggle closer into their chest.

Navia is going to turn that touch-starve into the paste tense.

Even before she learned that fact about S/O, Navia's arms and hands were holding them in some capacity.

Doubly so when she learns that they've been craving any type of physical affection.

She almost leaps onto S/O with her arms wrapped around their waist and lifting them up.

Navia absolutely loves how comfortable S/O gets whenever she's near, and her heart melts everytime they cuddle.

There was nothing that her hugs can't cure!

...Well, maybe not a sickness, but she would find a way!

Truthfully, Noelle didn't know that she was also starved of physical affection as well.

It wasn't until S/O asked to cuddle that she realized how nice it felt to be with someone she loved.

Her arm strength gives them one hell of a hug, not only alleviating their touch-starvation, but also all the bones in their back!

Everyday after performing her duties, she would shyly ask for S/O to let her cuddle with them, even many years into the relationship.

For once, it was nice that she got to ask for something, and help someone at the same time!

Especially the person she loved.

Marin's hands are always wrapped around her S/O's, no question asked.

To hell if they're in public or in private, Marin is going to make sure S/O doesn't feel touch starved ever again!

In fact, the first time she was asked to cuddle, Marin felt like she was falling in love for the first time all over again, they were just so dang cute!

She responded with a very loud "YES", and almost glomped them.

Though strangely enough, if she's in private, she gets way more flustered at getting close to S/O.

Yet in public, she does not even bat an eye if her arms are completely hugging S/O's arm as they walk through the streets.

#genshin impact imagines #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact headcanons #furina x reader #navia x reader #noelle x reader #marin kitagawa x reader #furina genshin impact #navia genshin impact #noelle genshin impact x reader #noelle genshin impact #marin kitagawa #my dress up darling imagines #my dress up darling headcanons #my dress up darling x reader

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vampqueers · 2 months

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Sandra Lynn is one of my favourite bad kid parents. Sandra Lynn also feels like she is the most real parent on so many levels. Sandra Lynn is complex and a lot like Fig tbh. We know that Sandra Lynn acts with her heart more often than not which is a trait that Fig clearly picked up on (I mean look at fig multiclassing this season).

But in knowing that and knowing about her past with her dropping out of school then returning to it, and with the stuff that went down with her former adventuring party it feels like Sandra Lynn is always running on the feeling of not being enough. And a mix of self sabotage and self doubt when things are going good and are good for her she runs and ‘ruins’ it out of the fear she will do it any ways. We know her and Gilear were a good couple and Sandra Lynn was happy with him at one point and when things get too comfortable after being hurt some people sabotage themselves. Hence the birth of Fig. And the Garthy thing (tho I can’t blame her Garthy is so good).

I think that same self doubt and self sabotage is the reason why her and figs relationship is so tense in season one. Figs horns coming in and how she is acting is a direct cause of Sandra Lynn’s fears of being not enough and turning into impulse. The way Fig treats her is also a huge fear of her failing yet again. As the season progresses we see Sandra Lynn and Fig repair their relationship and Fig and Sandra Lynn learn to respect each other a lot more.

This is also why I think her and Jawbone are one of the best NPC Parent relationships in Fantasy High. Both Jawbone and Sandra Lynn are both complex characters with complex and hard backstories. Jawbone says many times about what he used to do as a drug dealer and is healing from that and from those experiences he has he’s so relatable, and Sandra Lynn is trying to let her self be happy and know that she deserves it. Both have slip us but neither use it against each other and are very caring and loving towards each others growth.

Now for what prompted this is Sandra Lynn chugging a bottle of wine. She is such a relatable parent and one I wish I had. She knows she’s not the best parent, she knows she’s screwed up, and that she can be a bad mom at times but she is trying. She loves Fig with all her heart, and Fig may make choices but Sandra Lynn is going to show up for her daughter. She travelled with her teenage daughter and her 5 friends (plus Tracker and Ragh). She adopted Kristen, Adaine, Aelwyn and let them live with her and her new boyfriend. Plus Zayn, Ragh and Lydia.

Sandra Lynn may not be the chill and deeply loving Thistlesprings, or the put together Gukgak’s, or even the loving in their own way Seacaster’s. But Sandra Lynn would do anything for her daughter, and is such a realistic complex character it’s impossible not to have her as a fave.

#I finally finished my Sandra Lynn essay #dimension 20 #d20 #d20 fhjy #fhjy #dimension 20 fhjy #fantasy high #sandra lynn faeth

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pascallatte · 1 year

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oh sweet live

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x actress!reader

Summary: after a short social media break after their announcement, they decided to go on live just to spoil another thing and just them answering fans.

Date: February 2018

warning/s: future spoilers(??), age gap

Taglist: @benonlinear, @t-stark35, @heyitsme-2, @elleeeee21, @holmesstrange, @tagakalat, @flyestvenustrap, @oldermenaremyreligion, @cherryred444, @avengersheart, @guacala, @pukka-latte, @hobiismyhopeu

A/N: some sort of a filler chapter cause I like it when celebrities do live and stuff.

“Hello everyone!!” You said, setting up the camera when you saw the comments flooding in. You were in your apartment about to go rest when you decided to go on live. This would be your first appearance since you’ve gone public with your relationship, so doing this without preparation or guidance is scary and nerve-wracking. But still, with you being you, you decided to do what you want and let them do what they do.

Once the camera stills from being moved around constantly, it can be seen that you were sitting on the floor in what seems like your living room, given the couch and kitchen behind you that you’ve stated was behind the living room. Sitting on the floor with just a jacket and sweatpants on, bare-faced, with your hair down just how you like it, your coffee mug near you, you looked comfortable and ready for bed. But here you were.

“Anyways, hello to those who are watching. I’m sorry I’ve been absent from the media lately…” you said apologetically as you gave the viewers a small smile. You watched the comments roll through, often about how you are, what you’ve been doing the past month, and of course about you and Pedro, the main event of your live. “…life has been busy at the moment, but I promise you new projects will come.”

Drinking from the cup, you reached for your laptop, placed behind you on the couch. “Y/n, how are you doing these days?” You read, “hmm….. I’ve been doing good, going to the gym has been a new habit of mine, and I don’t regret it,” enthusiastically, as you flex your arms under the fabric of your jacket.

“What are you doing this valentines day?” Squinting your eyes as you read it, debating whether you should answer it or not, “for valentines? I don’t know, we- I haven’t really planned anything yet,” you lied as you scrolled through your laptop.

“Where’s Pedro?” With a knowing look, you sighed, leaning back on the chair. “So it seems like the comments are filled with questions for Pedro,” raising your eyebrow you decided to tease them. “Guys, I’m the one on live why’d you keep asking for that old goose,” you joked leaning on your hand that was propped up on the table.

“You should do a q&a, y/n-”

“q&a?? How? I mean it’s not like I’ll do it,” you replied still looking at the comments. “Open your twitter and search up your name- oh now that’s interesting,” once again, reaching for the laptop placing it on your lap.

“Tha-that’s something I haven’t really thought of doing, but I’ll do it for you guys as a sorry for my absence.” The clicking of the keyboard was heard before an “oohhhh,” was heard from you. Widening your eyes, you looked back and forth from the screen of your laptop to your phone which was capturing all of your reactions.

“These are- woah. I should do this more often, it’s….interesting to say the least,” you mumbled to yourself. Looking back at your phone, the comment section was flooded with requests that you should read some tweets and say what you think. And to think that you weren’t showered with hate in the comments made you feel less tense than before and that alone made you continue.

“Read some?? Sure, but I’ll have to make sure these are internet friendly as much as possible”

Humming at the first one, “one of you guys said here, ‘I fucking knew they were dating, what kind of friends would travel alone to one’s hometown just for fun’ to defend ourselves and others who do it, many would do it if you’re close and comfortable enough with them so yeah.”

“I wish I was Pedro’s girlfriend,” laughing at that, “oh boy, umm no comment.” Your response earned some complaints from the live’s comment section, but you paid no mind.

“If y/n ever scrolls here on Twitter and sees this, I just want to ask you what is your guys’ favourite pass time snack?”

“this is cute- favorite pass time snack??” You thought for a moment,

”OH mine is some good ice cream and fried combo, why you ask? It’s because growing up there’s this small old store near my house so every time class ends I go there to get some, and it’s been my favourite ever since. And Pedro’s are- it kind of changes every time we order some in but he’s been eating tacos recently so I think that tells us something.”

Scrolling through Twitter, your reactions vary from almost bursting out in laughter, to being uncomfortable, surprised, and in awe of the sweetness of the tweets. “Y/n and Pedro are literally couple goals, from the way they were seen the past years, I can tell this relationship isn’t new,” you read. Silence passed for a couple seconds before looking at your phone.

“Should I tell to you guys? I mean you should’ve seen how long we were in his post but..” You paused as a notification rang through, “oh ok- ah going back. As I was saying, I would think that you guys should know by now but the comments say the other. So long story short we’ve been together since march of 2015,” you said as you shrugged your shoulders as if what you’ve said wasn’t that much of a big deal.

The comment section went wild at your reveal, stating that they were deprived of the information and that they should have sensed a shift in your relationship at that time of the year. you went back to checking your Twitter and this time searching Pedro’s name knowing that he has more ‘interesting’ content. As you were about to read one, your doorbell rang making you look at the phone before standing up, “be right back.”

Your rushed footsteps can be heard before the door squeaked as it opened. Whispers can be heard in the background making the people in the comment section excited, knowing the only person that would enter your apartment at this time of night was the one and only Pedro Pascal.

Pedro was seen peaking from the side of the camera before laughing and a smack was heard. Ruffling sounds started back again before you were seen in the video once again but now with a jacket in hand. You placed it on the couch as you leaned to read the comments on your phone.

“I’m back, was that- yes that was him,” you confirmed, knowing that they’ll only ask more if you denied it. “Can we see him? Uhmm..” You look to the side to where your room was, “I’ll ask him, I don’t want to if he doesn’t want, it's been a long day,” you explained thoughtfully and softly in hopes they would understand.

You waited for a bit more for him to come out, now dressed similarly to what you were wearing. “Cielo, they’re asking for you,” you whispered. “Is it on live?” Pedro was heard making the viewer's spam comments.

Nodding, “yeah, d-do you want to join or you’d rather rest?” You said reaching for him off-screen. He only stood up, making his first appearance as he rounded the couch to sit next to you. Reaching for your cup, he sips a little, “hi, how are you guys doing?” He greeted before reaching behind you to pull you to him.

“What were you doing when I got here,” he looked down to ask you. “I was reading tweets on Twitter, they told me to and I got curious. Want to join me?”He silently nods before taking your phone.

“Hi, Pedro- hello y/n’s followers. You don’t mind me taking over this live do you?” He teased which made you chuckle as you leaned on his shoulder, while the phone was propped up on his knees. Letting them have a look at your current position which the watchers found cute and “oddly comfortable” to them.

“Okayyy, so you were reading tweets right?”

You only nodded in response giving him the laptop, for him to read. “Did you buy the stuff, I told you to?” quietly as you leaned away from him to look behind you. “Yeah, I think so. But I wasn’t sure about the other things.” Humming you stood up and ruffled his hair before going to your kitchen.

“Soo internet...Let’s do this,” he went back to scrolling through Twitter. “Apparently we got our Javier Pena and Catalina Mendoza continued in real life. Hmm- actually it’s we’ve been rolling on it even before Javi and Lina got together.”

“If y/n ever needs someone to come to comfort her when they break up, I'm here just to let you know,” Laughing at the tweet he turns to you, “Y/n will you ever break up with me?” Pedro asks the very confused you.

“What? What do you mean?” You ask as you popped your head in frame, face clearly confused. “This person was telling the whole world that if we break up they’ll be there for you.”

“Ohhh, well to whoever you are yo-it won’t happen sometime soon so don’t wait up on me.”

Pedro breaks out in a smile while exaggeratingly placing a hand on his chest, “Awww, she loves me.”

Chuckling, “Actually I take it back,” a gasp was heard from Pedro before you went back to doing what you were doing.

Huffing,” okay, so someone saw us in the gym yesterday and quote in quote “if I knew they’d show up in my gym today I should’ve worn my booty shorts. Y/NNN NOTICE ME!” He shouted which made you look at him again before sighing.

“” Now that Pedro and Y/n have confirmed they're dating, I want them in a rom-com.NOW.” oh a rom-com? I mean sure, you never know, we might be working on one right now,” he teases as he looks at your phone whose comment section was wilding up.

Finishing up what you were doing, you closed the fridge before making another cup of coffee because you know for a fact that Pedro has finished it. Taking a cup, you fill it up then walked back to where he was, of course still reading off of Twitter.

“Hello again,” you said as you sat down. “What’re you reading now?” You asked peering over his shoulder.

“They were asking for spoilers for projects.”

“Oh! That’s confidential all I can say is that we’re having so much fun in shooting-“ you gesture to him, “- and preparing for it,” pointing to yourself.

Both leaning back on the couch, you slither your arm around Pedro’s waist as you point at something before laughing. He gives you a look before covering your mouth before you can speak. “Please, y/n don’t. Please oh god!” Embarrassed he face-palmed before looking at the phone.

“Fine ok ok, I'm sorry. I won’t,” you said still laughing your ass off. You reached for your coffee and gave Pedro a side-eye knowing that he was already looking at what you were drinking.

“Cielo, you’ve already drunk my first one. How ‘bout you lay off of the coffee, yeah?” A grunt was heard from him before he closed the laptop, focusing on the live instead.

“How long have you been on?”

“Uhmmm, 10 minutes I think. Why?”

“Nothing just wanted to know why you weren’t asleep yet. It’s like past midnight already,” as soon as he said that you looked at him adoringly before pinching his nose.

“Nowww, ‘can I be in your video?’ We’re not entirely sure how that works but I’m not sure sorry.”

“Someone’s asking you why you were spotted with Tom Cruise the other day,” he said with a small smirk. Knowing that you can’t really tell them why, so it’ll be fun to see how you come up with an excuse.

“I don’t know actually-no I do know, we- well I was walking to the cafe I was frequent at then he like sort of popped out of nowhere so-yeah. Isn’t that right P?” You looked towards him only to see him holding back his laughter. You shook your head no which made him lean on you circling his arms around your waist.

Changing the topic,” our plans for the summer? Of course to the beach, just not sure where,”

"Plans for Pedro’s birthday? Hmm, that’s a surprise for you guys and himmm," squeezing his cheeks.

“Who are your top artists?- she's currently listening to Adele and I’m listening to all sorts of stuff but I’d still say Prince, obviously” he sassed, making him shake with your laugh as he was still leaning on you.

“Quebec? we just visited during the winter, and got back on the second week of January, I think.”

You let out a loud gasp, “Pedro! Pedro!” slapping his shoulder.

Looking up at you, disturbed, “What?”

“Nothing was just reading the comments” your laugh was replaced by a wince when he pinches your side

“Would y/n get a tattoo soon? Who said she doesn’t have any” teasing the comment section. In which you laughed as they bombarded you with “what is it?”, “When you got it?” and weirdly enough “where is it?”

“English or Spanish? What do you mean, like in conversing or career choices?” Pedro reads aloud as he lets out a breath, which made his tiredness show.

Nodding, ”I’d like to do another Spanish film or series though, you?” You look at him playing with the roots of his hair while he answers, “I’d use any, as long as I like what’s going on.”

“Who would you like to work with- Nicholas Cage, absolutely,” you giggled at his quick response.

“I don’t really have one 'cause everyone looks fun to work with but I’d want to do more adventure or action movies” you answered, making your answer as brief as possible.

Caressing you back, Pedro looks at you, confusion painted on his face, “You’re already in one though?”

“Huh? What do you mean? I haven’t done one after wrapping up for Ocean’s 8?” You pleaded to him with your eyes hoping that he gets you were faking your confusion.

“No y/n the big one, with all the planes and jet- the one with-“ his voice came out muffled as it was your turn to cover his mouth with your hand. Silence enveloped the room as soon as he registered what he had said along with the look of shock on your face. Clearing out his throat he nods and then went back to leaning on you.

“What’s your workout routine?

“Oh, that’s a nice question” he perked up almost forgetting what he almost spoiled a while ago.

“I lift and-uhh, and running is a thing I do now.”

“It’s called the tom cruise regime guys go look it up,” backing away from him you took his shoulders to make him look at you.

Looking at him wide-eyed, conversing with him through them again. Pedro looked back at you, but this time watched as you take the phone.

“Hi, guys so uhm, we actually have to go or else you’ll have to witness the murder of your beloved Pedro Pascal. Bye!!” You quickly ended the live after that.

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xmalereader · 6 months

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• Private Time •

Feel free to ask for headcanons! You can also check the MKSugardaddy tag for more along with checking the Main Masterlist!

Ask made by: @uwiuwi - I'm curious about their relationship and their sex life? I mean,are their relationship ever gonna move forward to something more deep? Or is it stuck to just hugging and cuddling? And 100% is curious about their position when they have decided to do it. I mean, marc and jake will be in reader and Steven relationship too right? Or not. I'm truly sorry if i passed the line.

Steven is a bit of a shy guy.

Due to his lack of dating in the past he’s turned out to be quite vanilla during the relationship, at first. Doesn’t mean that he isn’t willing to try new things or perhaps go out of his comfort zone to try new things. When he first got into a business-ship with Y/n as his sugar baby he expected a lot of sexual favors only to get the total opposite.

Steven expected things to be rushed once their relationship became official, but instead Y/n was always gentle with Steven. He was always given morning kisses, either when he wakes up in bed with Y/n or when arriving to work. Steven loved his gentle kisses and cuddles, but there were times where he wanted more.

But, each time Steven tried to take things further he’d chicken out, growing afraid and nervous that he wasn’t going to be good enough for his boyfriend. Steven knew about Y/n’s past relationships, none lasted long, but he knew that the man had done stuff with them. Which only made him doubt if he’d ever be good in bed.

It wasn’t until they were six months into the relationship that Steven asked to take things further. He’d randomly blurted it out one night when the two were making out in bed after his boyfriend’s return home from a trip in Spain. His tie lose, buttons undone on his dress shirt, and his hair was messy. The moment between the two was tense and heated that Steven had blurted out his confession.

“Are you sure?”

Steven’s never been so sure in his entire life.

He didn’t think he’d grow addicted to him.

After their first time together, Steven grew needy. Everytime he was alone with Y/n he took advantage of the moment to get into his boyfriend’s pants. The shy and closed up Steven that Y/n knew suddenly changed into a very clingy and needy one after that night. Steven grew confident and whenever they were in the mood he’d sometimes gain the courage to try something new.

He tried leading once only to grow flustered when he ends up in a position he found strange. He gave up on his attempt and let Y/n take control, he’d rather have someone tell him what to do when it comes towards sex since he was still a bit inexperienced in that area.

There was one time that Steven grew curious about the different things that people did during sex that he actually goggled porn videos in hopes of finding something new to try, let’s just say that the man was very traumatized by the things he saw and instead decided to stick with doing the decent stuff during sex before doing something more.

Marc on the other hand loved to tease Steven about his sex life, always poking fun of him whenever he made attempts to act dominate when he failed terribly at it. There were times that Marc wasn’t present during Steven and Y/n’s nights alone, but he did take a peek every one an awhile. He couldn’t help it!

Even though Y/n knew about Marc there were times where the two bonded with each other whenever it was Marc’s turn to take over the body while Steven sat back. Marc was more blunt and the total opposite of Steven, Y/n treated Marc as a friend when the two were together. The two cared for Steven and looked out for him, even though they shared the same body.

Marc was treated more as a friend whenever the were together he’d find ways to steal Y/n’s credit cards, using them to buy himself very expensive and luxurious things. Y/n didn’t mind at all, always getting money and no matter how many charity events he hosts or participates in, he always has a little extra left.

Jake on the other hand was far different from the two. He was far more serious and rarely talked to others unless he felt like speaking to them. Both Jake and Y/n see eye to eye, reaching each other’s level. There relationship is unique, neither Steven or Marc know about him, nor do they know that they are still under Khonshus control due to Jake still partaking into the deal with the god.

One would say that they are more partners when it comes towards working with the god of Death and the god of the Moon. There time together is rare which is why he rarely sees or hears from him, letting the man decide when it’s best to finally reveal himself to both Marc and Steven.

#MKSugardaddy tag #moonknight x male reader #Sugar daddy au #jake lockely x reader #marc spector x male reader #steven grant x male reader #male reader #headcanon ask #au

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tranquil-ivy · 1 month

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The relationship between Violet and her mother since she’s an angsty teen now I feel would just worsen a little when she found out she was having a little brother. They were probably so close when she was little. It was already a little rocky (what teen girl didn’t have a rough patch with their mom at that age. Ik I did) but the addition of a new baby just means less attention for her. She was probably too young to process it when Cecilia was born cause she was little but being a teen and the idea of having a new baby must be rough. Especially as the months pass on and her mom tries to bridge the gap between them before he’s born, only thankfully it was fixed after he entered the world :)

(Oh it be so sweet conversation though. I can only imagine the moment they finally talk it out.)

It's late at night. You can't fall back asleep after waking up for Scottie's 2am feeding and you're down in the living room, watching TV in the dark. Violet comes out of her room to get water and sees her mother awake on the couch. She just walks past with her water bottle not saying anything at all and grabs water from the fridge. Moving to go back to her room you finally say something.

"Not even gonna say hi?" Violet stops as she's about to step into the hallway, looking over her shoulder and nods.

"Hi..."

"You wanna sit with me for a few minutes?" Violet nods again, walking over and sitting at the other end of the couch. This is the farthest she's ever been from you in a long time. The air is thick and tense as you both watch whatever you have on.

"You okay?" Violet takes a sip of her water, nodding again, but she won't look at you.

The silence fills the room again, making the TV way too loud to you as you start thinking.

"This reminds me of when you were 3..." You smile, finally getting her attention to look at you.

"You got so mad at your father for giving me kisses first before you when he got back from a work trip and you refused to talk to him for 2 hours."

"I don't remember that." She moves closer, curling up into your side. You put your arm around her and kiss the top of her head. Smelling her lavender scent with an even bigger smile.

"Of course you don't, you were too little... Are you mad at me?" Violet tenses up under your touch. You look down lifting her face up, her eyes meeting yours. Slightly damp.

"Not mad just... Left out." The realization hits you. Ever since the baby was born you'd been so preoccupied making sure Cecilia knew you still loved her and take care of Scott... You forgot that your oldest still needed reassurance, even at her age.

"Aw, sweet pea... I'm sorry." You hug her tightly, rubbing her back as she hugs you for dear life.

"It's okay."

"No it's not. You deserve time with me... I know you sure as hell need a break from your father... He's so far up your ass he could tell you what your insides look like." She chuckles, smiling for the first time in a while as you kiss her forehead.

"Can we spend time together?"

"Of course honey! If you want to spend time with me or ever just need me we please tell me. I grew up with grandma and I'm thankful for her but she smothered me... So I thought giving you space was the right idea. I guess I gave you too much."

You sit back, continuing to rub her back as she relaxes into your side, thinking about anything and everything you could do together.

"Okay... How about instead of you doing daddy daughter day with your sister you come out with me? You always look so miserable when you come home from those."

"Ah... We always do such... Kiddie stuff. It's boring but I just can't tell Dad."

"Well, we can do more adult stuff together... Like, get a Mani Pedi... Go shopping, eat and maybe a movie? Would you like that?"

"I'd like that a lot actually... Thanks."

"Of course baby. Anything for you." You hug her tight again, squeezing her to you as she groans.

"Mommy please, I can't breathe." You let her go, smiling and holding her at arms length.

"Did you just call me Mommy?!" She looks embarrassed for a moment.

"Felt right... Just don't tell Dad or neither of us will hear the end of it."

#leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x fem reader #🌿 ivy replies #🌿 ivy writes #leon s kennedy #resident evil x reader #🏡 domestic life with leon kennedy

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onskepa · 10 months

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Hey there, you've been writing good stuff so I thought I'd leave an ask.

Maybe a headcannon on Na'vi having favorite humans? Like Ikran riders have favorite pilots or healers like discussing healing with doctors/scientists? Like yeah humans are weird but my favorite human is clearly great and it's ironically the same among humans?

Hello there! Thank you for requesting and enjoying what I write. This is actually a nice idea, hopefully this is good for everyone to enjoy!

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All as one

The loyal humans that stayed after the war had much to learn and adapt to their new home. Without the continuing outside resources, the humans had to be VERY creative in means to survive.

One of the things they were very grateful to have left behind was the many machines and other stuff. Metals were recycled and machines broken down to be reused for other purposes.

Since the human base wasn't that far to where the village was at, it was all too common now for the humans to assist the na'vi in reconstructing their home.

The relationship between na'vi and humans at first was wary and very tense. Not all na'vi trusted the remaining humans, still traumatized of the attacks, the killings, the lose of their people.

With the help of jake, things were slowly becoming normal. As normal as it can get.

As many people were injured, healers were much needed. And even then, there weren't enough to heal everyone. That is where the medical scientists came in. Basically doctors.

Of course not many were very welcoming to the humans, thinking of the worse especially with technology the na'vi cant understand.

Took some convincing but the doctors were able to heal more of the na'vi and at a faster paste. Better than the na'vi healers.

Surprisingly, it didnt create jealousy but rather the healers were impressed. And piqued their interest.

The healers and the doctors were the first to step aside their obvious differences and get to know each other. Learn from one another.

The healers taught the doctors their ways of healing, what plants to use, which herb is used for what, the materials, what healing method to use for a certain injury. The paste, the tools, all of that. And the doctors ate up all the information and began to use the na'vi style of healing.

But also, the doctors showed the healers some technology use of medical practices should in case the injured person is too far from the healing tent or the person doesn't have enough medical herbs to heal.

The information exchanged moved from skills to general life questions.

And they weren't the only ones to get along.

Warriors and soldiers. Now they were an interesting pair.

Both trained to fight in the front lines. Both went through horrendous trainings to get to where they wanted, up most loyalty to their people. Knows the ins and outs in a battle field. Willing to die for others.

When those two groups got to know one another, they learn both humans and na'vi aren't so different in those perspectives.

And much like the healers with the doctors. Both the soldiers and warriors would exchange information of how to use different weapons.

The humans showing possible weak spots on their armor and machines, where to hit and what weapons the na'vi use.

And all in between, the normal human workers and the local na'vi also come together as means to balance out one another. Share personal stories, interests, hobbies and a keen friendship

The union was definitely one of the centuries to remember. The communal dinners became bigger and more lively. The soldiers did their part of the hunt thus bringing in more meat and more spices, herbs, fruit, all of that.

There is never a night that isn't boring with the humans. Now seen as their brothers and sisters at arms. Seen as family.

The humans are part of the clan and part of the ever thriving tribe. Part as one, and as one with the people.

And that is it with this one! Hope you all like it! Until next time! see ya!

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suckingsugu · 10 months

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Oh please, can I request the first time s/o rubs her nose against tecchou’s nose?

You don’t have an idea how I love tecchou’s fluff, like, everyone agrees he’s the most affectionate guy😭how I love my baby

AAHFSHSHSVSV I LOVE TECCHOU SM THIS IS SO CUTE. i had a pretty bad mental health week recently so i’m sorry for not finishing this earlier!!

nose to nose–

tecchou suehiro x gn! reader

a/n – this ask was too cute and i actually sobbed bc i love tecchou more than words can describe 🫶🏼

content – tecchou fluff, fem! reader, really just cute relationship type stuff, tecchou calls reader ‘sweetheart’ and ‘ my love ’ ,added backstory for absolutely no reason,i think that’s it! lmk if i missed anything!

synopsis – cute lil nose bumps with tecchou :)

when tecchou had first met you, he didn’t understand why his stomach felt so queasy. was it the soy sauce he’d put in his coffee? no. it couldn’t be that– he’d drank it many times before, so what was different about today?

you–a new addition to the hunting dogs– you were the only new thing about today. his daily rituals of working out during meetings, going on his own little adventures after getting a mission done a little too quickly; all of that would now be thrown off balance because you were here.

this feeling in his stomach would go away sooner or later

or– that’s what he’d thought.

even then; two months after you’d arrived into their little group of strangely strong super freaks, the weird queasiness never subsided within tecchous stomach.

the way you smiled at jouno made his stomach churn in a way that could only be described as anger, but why would he get upset over two of his coworkers just chatting? he wasn’t sure what was wrong with him, so he went to the one member of the hunting dogs who hadn’t been so wrapped up in their space; tachihara.

tecchou went up to the fake ginger and asked him simply about why his stomach burned every time you were around him, yet it also burned with anger when you talked to anyone that wasn’t him.

“i dunno man, sounds like you like her to me-”the other male shrugged. which led to tecchou realizing that he did, in fact, like you.

and that’s what led to now, three months after tecchou had so bravely walked up to you the same day he’d found out that he actually liked you and asked you for “the honor of being his girlfriend” and who were you to tell the (arguably) cutest hunting dog no?

the two of you were sat on your couch, watching another stupid movie that tecchou had picked out. he refused to watch any high tense hostage or action movies; insisting that he “hated people getting tortured for no reason”

you’d been staring at your boyfriend for the past two minutes, trying to telepathically tell him that you absolutely did not want to watch this movie anymore, but he obviously couldn’t get your wavelengths.

the male kept shoving his face full of his buttered popcorn mixed with mustard– something that had his breath smelling disgusting and you avoiding every kiss he’d tried giving you.

“ ‘hiroooo ” you whined out towards your boyfriend, which made him finally turn his attention towards you, popcorn crumbs and mustard stained over his mouth and somehow even on his nose. you could never understand how your boyfriend got so messy while eating; it was a true mystery.

“ yes, my love? ” he’d chirped out, titling his hair so his fluffy hair that you could play with for hours upon hours. “can we change it? this is so boring!”you sighed, leaning closer to him, trying to take the remote that was placed on his lap.

“but i like this–”the males words stopped short when you got closer to him. try as he might, tecchou suehiro was the type of man to basically malfunction whenever you got closer to him. his hands found their way to your waist, moving the remote off his lap, causing you to let out a groan. you were so close and of course your puppy of a boyfriend couldn’t realize what you were doing!

the male moved you onto his lap with a ease, looking up at you as you stared down at him,“ you’re so pretty, y/n.”he leaned up, going to kiss you. and even though you loved your boyfriend, you weren’t going to kiss his popcorn and mustard filled mouth.

you slightly turned, shaking your head before putting your forehead on his, rubbing your nose against his. and let me tell you, tecchou was gobsmacked.

he looked up at you with a small frown, still staying close to you,“my love, do you not want to kiss me?” he asked as you let out a laugh. “you’re breath stinks, ‘hiro. ”

tecchou was never the type to complain, so he’d take the smallest of nose rubs from you, even if it confused him for the first six seconds it had happened.

“ if i go brush my teeth, can i kiss you?” he asked softly

you never did end up getting that remote.

the ending kinda sucked, i’m sorry! but i hope you enjoyed it nonetheless!

likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated, thank you!!

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underratedmurder · 10 months

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Richie Jerimovich/Reader "I Would Like a Blanket Please" (Part 1/2)

Reader works at The Beef and is having some housing/financial troubles, Richie offers his apartment as a place to stay! <3

Stuff in this: Soft Richie, Reader is kind of awkward, Soooo many hands on shoulders, They are so sweet and tender with each other, They both know how much the other one is hurting, They are each others comfort person!!! They have some sexual tension, Carmy is totally onto them

Stuff that will be in part two (if you don't want spoilers then just skip past this): Chicken nuggets (hell yeah), Richie when he was in college <3, Reader sleeps on his sofa which is much nicer than his twin bed?, Sharing blankets, Intense cuddling, The softest kisses

I know its been more than a week since my last update I am sorry dear friends, but trust I will deliver !!! Second part should be up tomorrow night or Monday.

Please enjoy, and leave a comment or like if you want to see more/have any requests !

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You were sitting on the ground of the walk-in, fingers getting colder, digging into the sleeves of your thick knit sweater. The one Richie called you crazy for wearing in the kitchen, but also one of the last pieces of physical comfort you had left.

Life was… rough, and you were currently struggling to find housing. You just spent your last bit of money on last night's stay in a motel room downtown. You were hoping you could pull through and figure something out by the end of the day… but that time was now, and you had nothing.

You tried to collect your thoughts, breathing hard and freaking out a little bit. Your nerves were getting the better of you, and you had been nothing but filled with tension the whole day.

You breathed in and out, slowly letting your body relax, and your fingers loosen their grip. You looked at the ground intensely, almost studying it, to remind yourself where you were. And to remember that the world wasn’t actually ending, it was just your life! Just yours!

Don’t worry! At least the restaurant is okay!

Even that was an overstatement.

You felt yourself finally come back to the moment.

“Alright well just don’t put it on the stove again Fak! It’s not fuckin rocket science- Oh,” Richie's voice was booming even before he opened the door.

He had snapped you out of your tranquil state immediately, and you could already feel yourself tensing up again. Being around people and trying to act like everything was normal and okay all day was very hard. Especially around Rich. The guy you almost desperately wished to be close to.

The fear was pungent though, you didn’t want to be a burden on anyone, especially on him. You feared getting tangled up with him in any way would only make life more painfully complicated.

These thoughts and feelings did not cross your mind though when you were actually around him in the kitchen, and you got to talk to him and watch him ‘work’, as you fought back the carnal urge to violently makeout with him.

It was far too easy to be comfortable around him, it was only after your shift everyday that you reminded yourself you were not in the position for a relationship.

If he even liked you-

“Hey, uh, what are ya doin' on the floor?” you were back to reality again, and Richie was looking down at you, one arm on the door and the other at his side.

You looked up at him with the most honest and unintended look of pure dread on your face, eyes sad and fearful. His own expression dropped.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?” he lowered his voice and knelt down to look you in the eyes, face to face.

You furrowed your brows and smiled in adoration. His words were somehow instantly comforting.

You shook your head, “It’s nothing. I’m just tired,”

He didn’t look convinced, instead he went to place a hand on your shoulder, his palm was warm in the chill.

“You sure you're ‘aright? You can tell me, ya know? Promise I won’t tell Mr. Crazy Chef,” he joked, referring to Carmy, and you let out a huff.

“Did you spill a giant jar of pickles or somethin?”

“Ha ha,” you said sarcastically, a half smile escaping your somber expression. Though, it didn’t last long.

Richie dropped to your level on the floor, sitting next to you.

You shook your head again, looking down.

“Its just been a long day,” you hesitated, but Richie just waited.

“Things have been… hard,” you let your words out with an exhale, your arms and legs becoming a bit less stiff.

“Home troubles?”

“Yeah,” you half whispered, fiddling with your fingers as that last bit of tension escaped you.

“Yeah… I get it,” he said with a sigh, and he let his head lean on the wall.

You sat there in silence for a second, the humming of the freezer accompanying your barely audible breaths.

“I take it you don’t wanna go back huh?” he asked you, turning his head to look at you.

You furrowed your brows and looked at him puzzled.

“Back home, I mean,” he clarified.

You put it together he assumed your home life wasn’t very good. Which technically it wasn’t, just not in the way he expected.

Obviously, you hadn’t alluded to anything else.

You nodded, barely mumbling another yeah, as to not embarrass yourself, though you could feel yourself getting there.

You leaned back against the metal shelf, tilting your head back and running your fingers by your scalp.

You half smiled at him, afraid to look into his eyes for too long or you might get lost in them.

“You know you can stay with me if you want?”

“What?” you blurted.

“If yur really not feelin like… goin back tonight, you can crash at mine. I got plenty o’ room,”

“Are you serious?”

“Course I am, I’m not an asshole,”

“Well…” you grinned and looked at him cheekily.

“Shush, I aint no fuckin asshole aright? I can be nice,” he expressed with his hands, signature of a pointed Richie opinion.

“Yeah like now?” you joked, your arms hooked around your knees as you leaned forward again.

“You don’t have to come over if you don't wanna-”

“I do,”

Richie stopped and looked at you, surprised and… relieved by your answer?

“I do, want to,”

He opened his mouth to say something, but the longer he looked at you it seemed he couldn’t come up with anything. He smiled a little bit instead, a pleasant sight. His cheeks just a bit pink.

“Well, then we better get goin’, it’s ‘bouta be closing and I don’t recommend staying overtime,”

He popped up from the floor, lending his hand for you to grab and propel you up.

“I already work overtime, Richie,” you reminded him as he brought you to your feet.

“Right uh, I really should get Carm to pay you more for that,”

“You should,” you said, nodding a bit and just barely smiling, it seemed to be something neither of you could stop doing.

“Consider it out of my paycheck. A little catch up in your check for this week. I’ll get Carm to fix it tomorrow, promise,”

You nodded, then looked down, grateful but also a bit guilty. Anything out of Richie's pocket could basically be considered right out of the restaurant. Richie seemed to catch your worried look.

“You ‘aright?” he let a hand rest on your shoulder, leaning over to get a look at you.

You nodded, sheepishly, but Richie just held onto your other shoulder.

“You sure?” you made eye contact, and willed yourself to reassure him.

“Yeah,” you nodded, and he let go.

“Kay, let’s get outta here,” he sighed, opening the door to the giant fridge.

“I promise you won’t regret this. I've got a nice 50 inch flatscreen, the most shining bathroom you’ve ever seen, and a pretty damn good bed,” He said, his eyes bright still but his face smug, until he caught your expression and dropped his own.

“That’s not what I uh…,”

“What’s goin on here cuz?” Carmy rounded the corner,

“Nothin, we’re just headin out,”

“We?” He looked at Richie, incredulous.

“Y/n was uh-”

“I’m staying at Richie's tonight. Just a temporary thing, my parents are having some friends and relatives over right now and I’m not really into opening the can o’ worms that is my life and career at the family function,” you chuckled nervously. You thought of the lie quicker than you were proud of, but knew it might resonate with Carm.

“Yeah no, that's… fine. Yeah, I uh, I understand,” he paused, ”I get it,”

He looked you both up and down, and it was only then that you noticed you were standing so close together your arms were touching. In the time the conversation started, neither of you made an effort to move away from the other.

His brows raised, “Have fun you two,” he smirked and turned to leave.

“Very funny, Carm. Fuck you too!” Richie called after him,

“Hope your playdate goes well!” he called back, just barely audible.

“What a dick,” Richie mumbled.

Remove the word ‘play’ from that sentence and the prospect of your staying over completely changed. Though you wondered, if the word 'play' really insinuated anything else, if not… other activities that could happen at a potential hangout. Was the word ‘play’ in ‘playdate’ in the context of two adults being around one another really any more appropriate than just simply saying date?

“Don’t listen to him,” Richie assured you, blue eyes wide and totally in your face.

You snapped out of zoning out, eyes flitting from the spot on Richie's neck where they rested.

“Sure,” you said half mindlessly, nodding your head and scrunching your nose.

“We are just two coworkers, who are going to one person's apartment, where we will do regular coworker things,” Richie stressed, as you two made your way to the back door, expressing it all with his hands and arms.

“Mhm mhm,” you nodded your head again, walking quickly, but not forgetting to swipe your bag of stuff from off the floor by the lockers.

“Like… sleeping,” he exclaimed a little too loudly, and you both paused in the doorway as soon as he said it.

“That keeps coming out wrong, doesn’t it?” he looked down, and then up at you, smiling a little bit.

He needed to stop doing that, it was starting to become addicting to watch.

“Yeah, it does,” you said with a sympathetic look of worry and also amusement.

“Yeah,” he flattened his mouth, his hands landing on his hips.

“I think maybe you should just stop talking about it for a bit,” you suggested.

“Yeah you're right, you're right. It’s a little weird huh?” he looked side to side, then down at the ground again, scratching his neck.

“I mean, not weird. Just a little, odd,”

“Just a little?” he looked up, smile growing on his face and cheeks still very pink.

“Just a little!” you chimed, and it looked like his eyes were smiling before his lips could.

“Yeah… good on ya babe. I should keep my mouth shut more often”

“Maybe not, completely shut?”

“Ah,”

“But just… mostly, shut,” you let your mouth curl into a smile.

“Right. Like a ventriloquist,” he offered, smiling back, a bit bashful.

“Yes, like a ventriloquist. Exactly,” you grinned and rubbed the space between your brows, he laughed a little.

You laughed as well, just barely, air escaping your nose and mouth. You exhaled, and let your smile fade with his. You both paused, eyes meeting in the comforting silence. Richie's mouth parted, before he clicked his tongue.

“My uh, my car is just at the end of the lot,” he grinned,

“Right yes, lets go to that,”

“As you wish,” he swayed his hand out in front of him.

You simply smiled, and walked past him down the step to outside. He stopped before he could even walk forward.

“Wait, hold up. I gotta get my jacket… I’ll be right back,”

“Yeah, sure,”

He turned towards the lockers but promptly turned right back around.

“Do you need anything? You got all your stuff?”

“Yep! It’s just my bag,”

“Okay, alright, cool,”

He disappeared down the hall, and you turned to face the cold, all too familiar with the chill on your skin. You watched your breath in the air, as you exhaled, trying to slow the rising tempo of your heart. You hoped Richie's place was warm. You hoped he was warm.

“Alright!” you jumped a bit, but met him with kind eyes.

“Let's get this show on the road,”

#richie jerimovich #the bear #ebon moss bachrach #richie jerimovich x reader #the bear fanfiction #The Bear fandom please accept me

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amwife · 1 year

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King Kenny

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ion rlly watch kennys vids out of them all so bare w me 😭

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Kenny had been juggling way too many things for him alone to handle. He had boxing practise almost everyday, regularly going to the gym, trying to keep up with the Beta Squad and his own channel, and giving attention to his girlfriend, you. Obviously this wasn't going very well for him to be doing it by himself, considering others can't do even one at a time.

You were always his first priority though. Beta Squad and boxing tying for second.

Kenny always liked to be the strongest one. In boxing and in your relationship, meaning even though you were in the relationship together, he kept his walls pretty high.

Kept, being a past tense.

His walls started to crack after a particularly hard boxing session.

"Love?" You called out as you heard the door to your apartment be unlocked and opened.

"Ken? You out there?" You had just finished applying a new tree based mask on your face, to finish off your night.

Kenny came walking into the bathroom, face a little bit battered, over to you to just wrap his arms around you and bury his head in your neck from behind.

You stay silent as you watched the both of yous in the mirror, Kenny just staying still and breathing a little heavily, sometimes squeezing your waist.

"Love, do you wanna do a mask with me?"

Considering it was your first time seeing Kenny act like this you didn't really know what to do or how to comfort him.

"Yeah, sure. Let me get changed." He said in a timid voice, unwrapping himself from around you and walking out to get changed.

You grabbed the applicator and mask container, walking to the living room and sitting on the couch.

He came walking out of your shared bedroom in sweats and a t-shirt, sitting down on the couch.

You came on to sit on his lap and wrap your legs around him, starting to softly apply the mask. He had his head hanging a bit backwards, eyes closed with his arms resting on your lower back.

After a couple seconds of silence, you spoke up.

"What's up Ken?"

"Huh? Whatcha mean?" He said, slightly opening his eyes.

"What's wrong? You're silent."

"Nothing love," he took a silent breathe, "everything is just, a lot, lately."

You hummed as he closed his eyes again, leaning his head back further and resting it on the couch.

"I love everything I do, it's just a lot of work to keep up with everything. You know?" His voice got lower.

"Of course love. You're doing your best and that's all you need to do. Everyone needs breaks." You said as you finnished applying the mask, kissing the top of his head.

"Mm." He mumbled as he pulled you to sit beside him, grabbing the remote and turning on your tv.

It's been about fifteen minutes since, and he's fallen asleep on your shoulder, a little bit of his mask had dried onto your arm.

You pulled him off your shoulder and leaned him back against the couch as you started peeling his mask off. He was grumbling in his sleep, slowly stirring awake.

"Hi love." You smiled at him as he woke up properly, both of your masks already been discarded on the coffee table in front of you both.

Kenny grabbed your hips and pulled you down onto him, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"Ken, I've got stuff to do love" You said as you tried to pry his hands off your waist.

"Tomorrow," He mumbled as he rolled you to be slightly under him, trapping you from leaving, "Alexa turn off the lights."

He pulled you closer while falling asleep again.

#beta squad #king kenny #youtube #youtubers #draft #kenny x reader

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f4iryxt · 1 year

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Pov: ghost still doesn't fully trust you, his new partner

You walk out the bathroom, fresh and clean, while drying you're drying your hair with the soft towel. Simon's laying on you're bed, observing you're every move, his hands behind his head, wearing just sweatpants (ofc the ones you bought for him). You drop the towel on the chair at the corner of your room, turning to look in the mirror for any new scars( you didn't see any). The last mission was rough and long. If Alejandro wouldn't have pushed you out of the way, you would have gotten shot. Seeing Simon looking at you through the mirror, you turn around walking up to him and sitting besides him.

"You're back must be killing you, you want me to massage it for a bit?" You ask carefully.

You're relationship was still pretty new and knowing ghosts past you knew that you had to be careful with certain stuff, while still making sure he knows you trust him 100%.

He looked at you for a minute, before slowly turning around, now laying on his stomach. You climbed on top of him sitting on his lower back, but when you got comfortable you felt how tense he was. And not in a 'I just shot too many people to count tense' more of a 'do one wrong move and I'll kill you' tense.

You couldn't help, but notice the knife on his bedside table, even though you had asked him multiple times to put it away. As you softly laid your hands on his shoulder plaids getting ready to massage him, he visibly flinched. First you thought you had cold hands, but thinking further on it, you just came out of a hot shower. A couple minutes passed while you were massaging him, he would flinch at every quick move you'd make, making it hard to massage him. So you got an idea. You got up and went to the kitchen, where your gear was still laying around. You took your gun while making sure it was loaded and walked back to the shared bedroom and handed ghost the gun. He turned to look at you, before looking down at the gun that you were handing to him.

"Take it." You said softly.

"What." Simon said, he's voice cold as always.

"Take it. You shoot me in the head, if I feel like a threat. You're safe here, even if its so hard to believe. So...take the gun" you repeat.

When you started dating him you knew he wouldn't be the easiest, but you're not the most patient person. You want him to know, that he is fully in control of the situation and your not gonna stab him in the back.

He slowly takes the gun, but for your surprise he lays it on the ground, infront of him.

Smiling to him you get back on him and continue to massage his upper back and you can't help but to notice that he's more relaxed now, not flinching when you press on that one spot.

Moments like these give you hope. Maybe one day, you'll have his full trust.

Baby steps, at his pace.

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I'm not sure how I feel abt this one tbh. It got a lot longer then I thought it would but idc.

Hope you liked it though♡

#cod modern warfare #ghost mw2 #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon fluff

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strayflowersstarsandlove · 4 months

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Flannel (hanjisung)

You lock your phone and smile to yourself, nervous and excited at the same time for you did purposely forget a tiny little detail about your situation: you were currently wearing no bra. And this really wasn't the way you wanted Han seeing you topless for the first time.

But past you really did not think it through when you attempted a new cool trick while doing rhythmic gymnastic the other day. And ended up falling badly from the high bar. The excruciatingly white hot flashing pain you felt from your elbow down in those first few conscious seconds after the fall fortunately only l lasted briefly before you passed the fuck out and only woke up when you felt your team mates splashing water on your face as the paramedics brought out the stretcher in wich they carried you out to the ER.

That was over 3 days ago and the pain had subsided, mostly. You really had underestimated how much a broken bone could hurt and thought you could have just gotten your cast and be done with it but no. You still needed painkillers every night cause each time you laid down your whole shoulder and neck tensed up sending painful shockwaves down your stiff arm, tightly wrapped in layers of gauze and that sticky powdery white stuff they used to glue together your plaster cast.

The thing was heavy, smelly and it made any movement next to impossible. Hence why your roommate decided against even trying to help you putting on a bra last night, figuring you would be going to sleep anyway. Except she totally forgot you still needed to leave your apartment and you felt way too bad to ask her to come help you this morning.

You had been dating Han for a little while now, the both of you were very independent people and that's probably why you clicked so well, you hated asking for help cause you really did not want to bother anyone and since your relationship was still so new you really did not want to burden him.

When you hear a knock on your door you basically leap from the couch and scramble to the hallway, trying to adjust yourself the best you can, considering the large flannel you were wearing paired with your teddy bear printed red pajama pants and your still fairly freshly washed hair that got a little kinked by the pillow you were resting on earlier.

"Hi baby!!". Han's smile was so bright and heart shaped when you opened the door it made you instantly forget about your nervousness and your dishevelled state, even as he awkwardly tried to give you a hug, "I really wish I could give you a big squeeze but I also don't want to crush your arm even more", he apologises, chuckling nervously as he manouvers around you while you giggle and invite him in.

"Thank you again for coming on such a short notice too, I owe you one", you say sheepishly, leading him to the kitchen where you try your best to one handedly pick up two mugs and fill them up with the coffee you had made earlier, "oh yeah you can definitely pay me up in kisses. I'll let you know how many I request on a daily basis until you covered up your debt. I also want dinner tonight", he quips, winking at you and helping you pour the coffee without you even mentioning needing his help, which only makes you swoon even harder.

You spend a a few quiet hours just drinking your coffee and chatting, Han occasionally stopping mid sentence just to purse out his lips, silently requesting one of the many kisses you already shared, making you giggle each and every time. There's a sort of warmth and comfort, a quiet complicity building up between the two of you and you honestly forget all about your arm.

Up until a loud notification on your phone finally brings you back down on earth and makes you check the time: "oh. It's almost 6.30 pm already. Would you mind if we started getting ready? It might take a while for me to get out of these" you ask, pointing at your pajamas.

Han silently follows you upstairs and into your bedroom where you pick out the easiest clothes to put on you can find, opting for another checkered flannel shirt, a non sleepy time flannel at that, and a pair of cotton sweatpants that shouldn't be too hard to pull up your legs by yourself, "aren't you going to be cold with just that on?", your boyfriend holds up the shirt, an unsatisfied look on his face, "it's a bit chilly outside, you should wear a t-shirt underneath, maybe an oversized one, or is that too complicated to put on?".

You bite the inside of your cheek and nod quietly, your heart suddenly feeling uneasy as the thought of you being half naked in this awful state of yours resurfaces again, " ye-yeah no it's okay I should actually dress warmly", you concede, making a beeline for the bathroom where you intend to freshen up a bit and at least put on your pants by yourself.

With a bit of an effort you manage to strip out of your pajama pants and wear your sweatpants, giving up on tying up the strings and just sticking them on the underside of the hemline, you brush your teeth and comb out the front pieces of your hair while you try to compose yourself. Deep breaths. Just take deep breaths. It's just Jisung. He's not going to judge you, you keep repeating in your head over and over.

"I'm - I'm ready for you to come in", you announce timidly, trying to resolve in the least strained smile you can muster when Han steps inside, "right, so is there a specific way you want me to go about it? Do you want me to pull out your arms or you head first?", he asks giggling, "uh... you choose? I don't mind. I uh - I...", you nervously bite at the inside of your cheek again and shut your eyes for a sec, "I'm not wearing any bra. Just a heads up".

You can tell Jisung is instantly blindsided by the way he squints his eyes and his ears go deep red. He swallows a few times and blinks away the stunned expression pervading his face, "oh? O-okay I did not know that. Didn't notice", he mumbles, his eyes quickly scanning you up and down, "I'm sorry. I didnt mean to freak you out I sort of... Well it's really uncomfortable. To put on and also to just wear right now, the straps dig and pull at the elastic band of my sling and I can't fasten the clasps of a strapless bra right now. I just figured it was too unconvenient but I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable. You know what? I'll just keep my pj's on and add a warmer jacke-".

Your rambling is cut off short by Han kissing you then and there. To say you're bewildered would be an understatement. You look at Han completely puzzled and he just chuckles," it's okay, I promise. I don't want to make you uncomfortable either. I'll help you undress and then close my eyes if you want me to, though I cannot guarantee I'll be much help if I can't see where your sleeves holes are supposed to go".

You both start laughing in hysterics. Probably in part to relieve the tension and awkwardness of this whole thing. And it works. Him making you laugh like that makes you feel way more relaxed. "I'd rather you kept your eyes open, please", you admit shyly as he nods his understanding, "okay then, let's get this bread- I mean this shirt". His remarks are so funny, he's so naturally hilarious you actually feel the nervousness melting away, leaving you feeling all jiddy.

Han tentatively starts unbuttoning your shirt, nimble fingers slender and beautiful as he kneels down and works his way up to your collar, now you're eye level with him and you can see that even if he's clearly still a bit nervous he's trying his best to make it quick and easy for you. Once he's done undoing your shirt he steps away to the side, not without locking eyes with you first, silently asking if you're still doing okay, and you nod slightly, extending your good arm out for him to pull the sleeve off of.

"This really isn't the way I imagined you seeing me topless for the first time, so anticlimactic, so dull. I feel the opposite of sexy right now ", you mumble, huffing and puffing a bit when you two finally manage to pull your cast arm free. Han giggles and gently drapes the t-shirt upside down over your shoulders so it covers you up a little before he brushes some of your fly aways away from your forehead, which you find so endearing and sweet of him, "you are gorgeous", he says, his voice a little deeper and raspier as he goes through the motion of slipping your other arm inside the sleeve first, his eyes meeting yours for a brief second as he smiles warmly at you.

In a few minutes you're fully dressed and ready, and Jisung's cheeks are a little blushy but you haven't caught him "slipping" once. The whole time he helped you get undressed and then covered up again, he not once let his eyes wander nor his hands linger on your exposed skin, you actually felt quite comfortable throughout it all: "thank you. I really truly appreciate how kind and respectful you've been. I'm sorry I didn't warn you earlier", you blurt out, gently brushing his high cheekbone that juts out now that he's smiling that million dollar heart-shaped smile at you, his eyes all wrinkly and squinty as he beams at you.

"You have nothing to apologise for. Nothing. I'm glad I could help and-", he grabs your hand and kisses each of your knuckles, "I can totally pretend this never happened if it makes you feel a little better, I don't ever want you to feel embarrassed when you're with me. I have the memory of a goldfish anyway so I'll easily forget all about it", you laugh out so loud and you half hug him to the best of your abilities, "hahaha you don't have to! Hopefully next time I'm half naked I'm also all in one piece".

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saytrrose · 2 months

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Carnival Kinger (Relationship) Headcanons!!

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Note: Warning you now, there is TW: Mentions of Dubcon, Manipulation, Physical Violence, and NSFW at the end.

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My first headcanon I will share here, visible for everyone. I believe a genuine relationship with Carnival Kinger would be HELL. It would be really toxic, and would not be good considering he displays symptoms of severe paranoid schizophrenia, bipolar syndrome, anxiety disorder, derealization, narcissistic personality disorder, and more all at once ON TOP of the fact he is an AI in this au and would not understand human emotions as easily as most. I would like to clarify that while I romanticize some of his actions in this it is purely fiction! Despite my lovely delusions I like to keep things as canon as I can and to how I assume things would be. Now enjoy :)

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- A genuine relationship with Carnival Kinger would never leave you with an ounce of comfort. His personality is quite deranged and he does not have the best control over it, and nor do you.

- In order for this situation to likely even arise, you’d have to have been in the game for a long time and definitely finished Kingers level. If you managed to get that far, which as we’ve seen in the official comic; Caine has not yet visited Kingers room and Able stopped right before he reached that level, so it is quite the mystery. And considering the corruption that took place within the game, I think it is safe to say his level is not the same as before, similarly to the others.

- Carnival Kinger, as pre discussed with Mushy herself and also it just being rather point blank with all the AI, hates humans. He would; regardless of his mood, not hug you and his relationship with you would have to take a really long time to build.

- If ever does find himself feeling this weird fondness to you, he would immediately feel. frustrated. He can’t stand you, he doesn’t want to be near you, and even seeing you would make him aggressive. Which is confusing to you and the others, because as far as you were aware you had settled in quite nicely once and for all and you had even maintained a rather calm relationship with Kinger. Which by the way, is a truly remarkable achievement in itself.

- It’s similar to cuteness aggression. He craves your attention all of a sudden but he’s not built to handle this emotion and hasn’t felt this sort of way for a long time. Not since… her. So after grappling with the aggression of it all- Kinger probably tearing up stuff in his room and lashing out, breaking things- after you’ve successfully passed the stage avoiding being alone with him where he might rip your head off or get so tense he grabs you and tries to slam your head into the ground over and over and over, to the point you’re gone- it’s over, he doesn’t have to feel that way anymore, after you’ve somehow,,, SOMEHOW gotten past that stage, he’d go into a form of acceptance.

- He will likely think he sees you as a bestfriend. That is what Queenie was after all! His bestfriend, a good.. close friend. He can’t stand the thought of comparing you two but atleast he has come to terms with the fact that he likes you more than the others here now. More than any of the other AI even, and normally if he formed a favorite it would not be too much of an issue but the thing about this situation that stressed him out the most was that fact you were a human. You are the player, the very thing that he swore many times to himself he wanted to destroy. And yet, you have him in this predicament.

- Sprinkling a small showtime mention in here… Kingers first resort would be to call Butterfly. He had been dealing with all of this on his own and had been bottling it up. Caine and Pomni were a well known established couple- people know of their feelings better than they do themselves and it’s pretty obvious those two.. are together. That, and were very romantical, mostly on Caines part.

- Kinger knows of their relationship, and he was very disapproving at first as I’m sure all the AIs were. But he was definitely one of the worst. However, now that he had such unique feelings for a player of his own, he wanted advice, and who other than Pomni?

- I think upon hearing Kingers request, Pomni would be utterly shocked. Confused as well, who would’ve known of all the people this would happen to and of all the things he called her into his throne room for it’d be for… relationship advice? She had scrambled together a whole routine on her way down the hall to see him- a small little performance in her head to do last minute just to find out he wasn’t even interested in that from her.

- Carnival Pomni.. is also an AI. But she has learned more from Caine about humans and emotions than the others certainly have so she tries her best. She talks to him, and the best advice she’s really able to put forward is.. to just be honest? She’s nervous, and tries to be genuine. She tells him to just confront his person of interest and talk about it, as it’s better so that any unnecessary tension is cleared. She struggles a bit on the overall topic of romance, but atleast she’s able to get the idea into Kingers head that “Ah, alright. I’ll tell the player.”

- Oh boy. Getting into the confession, Kinger is.. well.. he can be good with words, he can communicate nicely, but that also depends heavily on his mindset. Handling a situation like this would absolutely have him jittery and stressed and clawing at his hands and wishing he could go back to stage one where he didn’t care- where he could get rid of you- but now it’s been too long and he doesn’t want to do that.. he doesn’t want to get rid of you entirely.

- You are called into his room, and let’s be honest. You likely are not aware of any of his new behavior as of the late. You are still in a fight or flight mode as you’ve had to be in due to his recent behavior. He has been aggressive, brushing you off, and acting very similarly to when you first arrived and you were not sure why. So of course, you do not know what to expect when you are called in front of him.

- I’m torn between how he confesses. He is a complex and unpredictable character so he could out right say it bluntly, or be vague and ramble on about what he’s been experiencing. Regardless, you have two choices.

- If you tell him no, I think he would stare at you silently, wide eyed and just.. watch you for a second. He’d watch you for an uncomfortably long amount of time, before maybe persisting. I don’t know if he’d take a no. Because a no doesn’t really get rid of his feelings. A no, specifically someone telling him no, is not something he particularly enjoys. He’d persist his feelings, repeating his words and I won’t lie, you’d be pretty uncomfortable.

- If you tell him yes, he act like the first part of if you tell him no. Stare a bit, before standing up and walking over to you. His mood would change drastically, for if you went along and confessed as well, then he would probably invade your space and pick you up and get really happy and excited. It would be another very overwhelming emotion for him to experience in a burst at once, which would make him squeeze you a bit.. tightly, but luckily he’d able to control himself.

- In conclusion, I think you’d end up saying yes, and pursuing the relationship whether through genuine feelings or a bit of pressure. That, or you’d sabotage your relationship with him. Kinger forgets things all the time- ALL the time. But a feeling like this is not something he would let slip his mind entirely. I’m trying to avoid out right saying he’d kill you, but it’s definitely an option that would cross his mind. How dare you say no. How dare you embarrass him. How dare you humiliate him. He’d be livid.

- Now, the relationship. Prepare to be met with the clingiest, and most insufferable man you’ve ever met. Yes, he loved your company before and preferred it over the others but now I hope you’re ready to deal with some obsessive behavior. “Where are you going?” “When are you coming back?” “What are doing with them?” “How long will you be gone?” “Where exactly will you be?” Shit like that.

- I think Carnival Kinger would try to mimic off of Pomni and Caines relationship at first. It’s the only real relationship he has to go off of anyway, a romantic one to be specific. Caine and Pomni are inseparable! So we should be too. They do anything and everything together! So we should too. They are touchy, and have a pretty openly affectionate relationship! So let’s do that too.

- It takes him a long time to feel comfortable discussing boundaries with you. His mindset is never in the right place, he’s not suited for this kind of relationship but his feelings will not waver and he’s already come to terms with it so you are staying with him. Now, he DOES listen to you, if he goes to grab you or nuzzle his head into your neck or anything at all, if you tell him not right now, or no, then he will at least listen and stop. But he might try again later, once there has been some time.

- Carnival Kinger is also touchy, he’s touch starved and I will stand by my headcanon that I think ALL the AI are touch starved. Whether you like physical affection or not, he certainly does so expect it to some extent.

- I feel like everyone would know about the relationship immediately, it’s not something that could stay hidden. It’s just suddenly you two are always nearby each other. I mention that, because I also think everyone would be well aware your relationship with him is either not perfect in the slightest or not really.. good for you. Either way, not a single one of them would utter a word. I’d imagine Jax might bite something at him, to tease or mock his behavior with you but after no one seemed to find him for a few days and he finally came back but refused to talk to anyone I don’t think anyone wanted to bring up the topic anymore.

- In conclusion for this part, it’s a toxic relationship. Kinger is not mentally well in the slightest and as much as I like to fantasize because I have the “I could fix him” mentality it is safe to say I could not. I still want him tho, I want him really bad. I need him carnally. And speaking of carnally…

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- As silly as I feel and as fun as I had writing the drabbles below, I realistically think the AI would have low libidos. They are just simply not programmed for sexual purposes and as my horny hypersexual heart aches in this trying time, I will survive as I have a very strong urge to keep things in character. So atleast in his relationship you do not need to worry about this area! For the most part…

- Hes either vanilla or very kinky, and it changes like the weather. One thing that never changes though, is the fact he really likes to watch. Kinger is big on voyeurism and he doesn’t play into the stereotype of the kink where it’s non consensually watching someone- he’s not a creep despite being.. wacky in the head in various other ways. He just simply likes to watch you do all the work, for you to listen to him and do whatever he wants, because it’s far more entertaining to him.

- Because of this, he’s also very big on positions where you are facing him because he wants to look at you, and scan your face for a reaction it of anything he tries to do. Oh, and eye contact, which (FUCK I’m not good at hahAA)

- He is probably an experimentalist, and likes to incorporate games into when you two have sex. He doesn’t like things to get stale, as the point of it all is he wants to be amused and the same thing over and over is never fun.

- Because his mood switches often, it’s hard to really know what you’re about to get into. You could be expected to do all the work, climb on top of him and do all movement- or you could be expected to do utterly nothing but let him do what he feels like. It’s… quite the coin toss.

- He’s more fixated on his own pleasure, but that’s not meant in the sense of prep. He would never intentionally try to hurt you, he is just messy and rushed with foreplay, often far too impatient.

- Okay let’s be honest.. Carnival Kinger, despite his mood is ALWAYS impatient, so don’t be surprised if as soon as you lay down on a mattress he’s already tugging your pants off.

- He doesn’t rush the experience, of course not- not when he wants to have that sort of fun and amusement and is actually horny in the moment. He just wants to get it started and going.

- To sum it up, he thinks foreplay and prep is quite the hassle and he’s a giant piss baby, so oral and face fucking is not uncommon…

- He is just too fucking impatient to wait to get his dick wet ❗️☠️

- There are times though where he is more considerate.. if he’s in a good mood he might be more playful. Instead of wanting to let off some steam- he’ll actually play around with toys.

- The only time he uses toys if he’s implementing them into a game, because again, as much as I love him we all know Carnival Kinger is a huge egotistical jackass who just wants to see your reaction and watch you squirm and writhe by his own actions.

- Games.. speaking of those, they don’t just apply between you two privately. He will make you wear vibrating underwear for the pure reasoning of he thinks it’s funny, and then shove you out his door and tinker with the remote whenever anyone else decides to come up for a quick hello. That, or maybe he will edge you until you’re literally on the verge of tears, begging him to let you cum and he’ll tease and taunt you until he gets bored.

- And you can’t even get upset at him either, not properly. God forbid YOU get upset with HIM. His mood will switch from one to two things. He can be really teasing and silly, to shutting down emotion wise- just cranking the power up on the vibrator and leaving you there without a way for you to turn it off. Or, he get so emotional he starts to cry, and it makes you look overdramatic.

- And he might accept the apology. You’re lucky if he even considers it, but you’re even luckier if he simply just forgets the entire ordeal all together.

- But when this happens, he will still be very upset with you. You ruined his mood. You ruined his game. He’s pissed. He doesn’t care about you or how you feel anymore because you messed it all up so he will grab you and drag you back to his room and throw you on the floor or on a table or wherever he takes you and what he does next I’ll just leave up to your own imagination. Again, he would NEVER resort to noncon. If you tell him no, then he’ll just leave you but he will be very frustrated with you for a good while. The likely scenario to happen here is he neglects you a few days as a form of punishment but if you ask me, you could use the vacation.

- Like I said, he cares more about his own feelings than you but he does have his limits. Nothing non con, I clarify that again but things can get pretty dub con because he gets mixed up in his emotions very easily.

- You never know what to expect. He could get frustrated and scream and yell at you and then the moment you get upset he will talk sweet, try to hold you and brush your hair out of your face and hold you in his hands and tell you it’s okay- The worst part of him is how unpredictable he is, and you will never know what to prepare for.

#suggestive #tadc #the amazing digital circus #kinger #tadc kinger #carnival au #tadc carnival au #carnival kinger

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Calloused Hearts - 5

Summary: Hiding feelings is hard...but apparently, not for Kaz.

Pairing: Kaz Brekker x Tidemaker!reader

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, mentions of death

w/c: 1.k

A/N: This one is kinda short but it's like a build-up chapter for the main stuff.

<prev chapter

Chapter 5:

“How are we going to find him? He could be anywhere in Ketterdam. Anywhere,” Jesper said, worry in his voice as he paced the room.

“Jesper if you’re not quiet, you will be the one who goes missing next,” Kaz warned.

Once Jesper had revealed that Wylan was missing, the 3 of you had found the others and were currently in Wylan’s room.

Everyone was exhausted, and Jesper’s panic wasn’t helping anyone focus.

You sighed, “Kaz, calm down,” you said,turning your head to look at him. The relationship between the both of you had shifted significantly after your little moment in the office, and you found him standing not more than an arm’s distance away ever since.

He only gave you a blank stare, before resuming his inspection of the room. You looked to Jesper, ignoring everyone’s confused looks, and Nina’s amused one, as you gestured for him to follow you outside.

“What?” he asked the second you both were out.

“I’m sorry,” you muttered. You couldn’t help but feel guilty for Wylan’s disappearance considering that Pekka was most probably counting on a trade off.

“If you think this is your fault, I can be the first to assure you, it’s not.”

“Yes it is. And you know it.”

Jesper sighed, looking down. You tried to meet his eyes, “Jes.”

“I won’t lie, Wylan was taken to be used against us for you, but it’s not because of you,” he responded, looking straight into your eyes, with his tired ones.

You couldn’t help but nod, knowing arguing wouldn’t change anything. He shook his head, “I need a drink,” he said before walking past you. You watched him leave, disappointment crawling up in your chest. He didn’t deserve this. None of them did.

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Kaz was a mess.

Would he ever admit it? No.

Last night had left him feeling so many emotions that he couldn’t process them. At this point, he didn’t know if he wanted to. He wasn’t sure of the outcome and he didn’t like anything he wasn’t sure of.

You were back. And as much as he had tried to convince himself that you weren’t the same person….you were. You were still Y/N L/N, his best friend. Especially after seeing you nearly flinch when Jesper had put his arm around your shoulder, he realized that he may not have been the only one that went through for 6 six years. Even Dirtyhands couldn’t stay mad at you after that.

And Jesper….he was gonna kill him.

You were Kaz’s.

And Jesper was hell bent on messing with that. At least, it seemed so.

Kaz didn’t know if you felt the same way he did. If your heart raced everytime he was close.

If he made all the demons seem more bearable.

The way you did for him.

And as if just thinking about you was enough to bring you forth, you were standing next to him, staring at Wylan’s empty bed.

“You think they did it here too?” you asked.

Anyone else would’ve thought you were trying to make light of the situation. But Kaz wasn’t anyone. Your tone was off, a sliver of fear and anger tucked away under the disguise of a joke.

He just turned to look at you, your tired eyes already on him. He lifted a single eyebrow, causing you to let out a small laugh, the raging emotions in him multiplying rapidly.

There was a tense silence after, both of you just staring at the empty room in front.

“Kaz-”

“We talked about this.”

“Kaz, what if he decides to kill Wylan if I’m not turned over? What then? Imagine Jesper’s state. Imagine everyone’s state,” you pleaded.

You were right. Kaz hated it.

Pekka wanted a trade off, and if he didn’t get one, the chances of him killing Wylan were high.

But he couldn’t trade you off. Not now. He’d just gotten you back. Just the thought of losing you again, and this time in the hands of the very man that had ruined his life, made Kaz want to murder him with his bare hands.

“No.”

“Kaz-”

“NO!” he yelled. “You don’t get it.”

“You would trade Wylan’s life for me?” you asked.

Kaz watched the fear and confusion in your eyes as the question hit him hard.

The truth? He would. Maybe not Wylan’s life, but he would definitely not stay this calm if it was you in his place. Because you were so much more to him than family. Without you there was no him. No Kaz. You were the only thing that made him Kaz Rietveld. You were the only thing that made him human.

But he couldn’t say it. He couldn’t admit how much you meant to him. Not then. Not now.

“No.”

And he swore he saw hurt flicker in your eyes.

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Nina was having the time of her life.

Was she upset about Wylan? Of course!

But whatever was going between you and Kaz was keeping her mind too preoccupied. She knew Jesper had all the details, but what kind of a person would she be if she asked him at a time like this.

She’d felt the rise in heartbeats. The little jumps whenever you both looked at each other.

She loved the slow burn romance of it all. But knowing what you both felt for each other and watching the obliviousness of it all…she swore she would have to end up nearly killing one of you to get the truth out.

She watched as you abruptly left Wylan’s room, running upstairs.

But most of all, she felt your fast, steady heartbeat.

You were up to something.

And it didn’t seem like something good.

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cookeybg · 25 days

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Gotham Possesses

A cryptid Batfamily AU in which Gotham is the main character and follows its journey to consciousness as it follows its Bat and Birds. Chapters are short and a bit gloomy.

Main Characters: Gotham, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Talia Al Ghul (shows up briefly)

No romantic relationships

Stuff to know: Cryptid Batfamily, grim, Melancholic mood, Angst, (let me know if I should add more tags)

Word Count: 639

[Here's my table of contents]

Chapter 9 - Gotham Bewitched

It started out subtly. A prickling at the edge of my borders, under the roiling of my toxic seas. I barely noticed, too engrossed in watching my birds flip through the skies, kicking down doors, creating master plans. In watching the broad muscled back of my Bat, his clever fingers clacking on the keyboard, his breathing controlled, his heart pumping his warmth steadily through his veins, a rushing lullaby to my senses. Mine. It whispered, rippling through the sediment, dislodging creatures from where they rested. An unbound tether, a tether I was not aware of. Curiously, my attention wandered towards it. My Bat tensed, he felt it too, or maybe the many surveillances he had placed throughout my being caught it. The metal contraption that slipped into my harbor. MINE. The feeling intensified. My shadows ripped away from the many I observed, converged, onto that lone and forgotten pier. To my surprise, my Bat had joined me, I hadn’t even been aware that he had left his cave. He stood so still, his cape, the only movement coming from the curious breeze I let through. A familiar green eyed woman stepped out, her long brown hair shinning in the dim florescent light emitting from the metal tomb. From behind her, a boy, a memory of the past, nearly an illusion to my senses. A sharp intake of breath from my Bat. MINE! I rushed forward, jostling the seas, knocking off shingles, ripping sheet metal from walls. All in my haste to get closer, to grab, to hold, to keep. He belonged to me, his eyes and coloring might have been different but he was part of my Bat. His warmth rushed through his veins, his scent familiar. The same glare. The same set of his shoulders, the pout of his lips. His wit. I rushed in. I recoiled. Fiery green pushed me away. The child noticed something was amiss, he cocked his head in momentary distraction and I couldn’t help but rejoice in the acknowledgment. Short lived as it was. Something else had dug its claws in him, staining him in the same green as my second bird. Somehow, its different, it does not fill the cracks, it flows in his veins. It glints in his eyes. It does not change him, nor try to control him. It only dwells as if part of him. It keeps me away. It keeps the boy untethered, he is not mine. The boy looks at my streets, breathes in my air, in disdain. I cover the skies in dark foreboding clouds, I let my winds claw and scratch at my buildings in desperation. I cannot get near him. I cannot touch him. The green beast in his soul sneers at me, it’s eyes gleaming. For someone so young, the boy moves like a predator. He attacks my other birds in a bid of superiority, misguided. They’ll be fine, not much can kill them in my embrace. He attacks criminals, bleeds them. My Bat is wracked with guilt and frustration. My oldest bird tries to mediate. If only I could get closer, wrap my shadows around him, show him how much he belongs. How he belongs to me. The day his heart is run through, is shocking even for me. Everything stops. I wail at the beast, my keening shattering glass and breaking stone. It agrees on a deal. It lets me in, I let my shadows pour into his wound. I mend my boy’s shattered heart, weaving it with my shadows, green inadvertently mingling with it. My Bat watches him rise, black tears dripping down his youthful face. The boy, my little bat, is now bound to me. A beautiful woven tether of green and black. My Bat clutches his bird and whispers his thanks. I watch transfixed. Bewitched by my bats.

2nd to last chapter! Will be posting on Ao3 when it's finished.

Also, I will be making this a series and posting one shots of the birds and their new life bound to Gotham. They wont be in any particular order, but I have already written Dick's POV before he becomes Nightwing :)

#gotham #gotham city #fanfic #fanfiction #cryptid batman #cryptid batfam #batman #bruce wayne #damian wayne #damian al ghul #dick grayson #damian dies but is resurrected by Gotham #Gotham is possessive #gotham is obsessed #angst #angsty

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