#i like to think skeptic is actually very good at being soft

[tai-janai]

hey can I have oppy and skeppy pretty please?

liar boy and truther boy

#i like to think skeptic is actually very good at being soft #much to oppys (and lets face it everyone's) surprise #<looking at their colors> pumkin #voice shipping #stp doodles #the voices #oppo #skep

[chrissturnioloshoe]

Bored and horny - C.S

Smut - Chris and Y/n have been best friends for years but what happens when they’re both bored and horny together?

Chris and I have been best friends for years and I’ve obviously thought about him in more of a friend way. I mean who can blame me? He’s hot as fuck. We have a very flirty relationship but we also joke around a lot so it’s hard to differentiate if the flirting is serious or not.

I lay on Chris’s bed next to him as we both scroll aimlessly on our phones in a comfortable silence, which is unusual for us because normally we can never shut the fuck up. I don’t mind it though, it’s not an awkward silence it’s quite nice actually.

For some reason I’ve felt unbelievably horny all day, which for me isn’t unusual but why now? All I want to do is get my back blown out by the nearest human with a dick, which just happens to be Chris. But he’s my best friend, wouldn’t that be weird? He probably doesn’t even like me like that anyway, we’ve been friends for so long it would just be wrong. Or would it?

I roll on to my back as I put my phone down and let out a sigh, which catches Chris’s attention. He looks up from his phone at me as I stare up at his ceiling, my mind being took over by impure thoughts of my best friend.

“What’s wrong?” Chris asks, snapping me out of my daydream. I turn my head to face him, my eyes capturing his beautiful blue ones.

“Nothing. I’m just horny” I say blatantly. He chuckles at my bluntness but it’s nothing he isn’t used to after being friends with me for so many years.

“Same” Chris says still chuckling as he puts his phone down.

“I haven’t had a good fuck in like forever” I whine.

“Yeah me too” Chris says as I turn to face him. We stare into each other’s eyes for a moment, my mind going back to all those impure thoughts. I wonder if Chris has ever thought of me in that way before? I wonder what he’s thinking of right now? Is he thinking the same things as I am?

“You know what I think we should do?” Chris says, ripping me away from my thoughts.

“What?” I ask smiling, hoping whatever he is thinking of saves me from my boredom and horniness.

“Well…since we’re both horny…and we’ve got nothing else to do…” Chris begins to say, still looking deeply in my eyes.

“Yeah?…” I ask skeptically, my heart beginning to beat faster as I let him continue with his idea.

“Why don’t we just fuck?” Chris says. “As friends of course” He adds. I take a moment to comprehend what Chris is asking me, our faces inching closer and closer to each others.

“Well I guess…if it’s just as friends…” I begin to say as I feel Chris’s body shift on top of mine.

“Is that a yes?” Chris asks, now fully on top of me.

“Yeah, I mean why not? We’re both bored and horny right?” I say as I wrap my arms around Chris’s neck. I mean what could go wrong? We’re just two best friends doing a favour for each other, right?

“Right” Chris says, agreeing with my previous statement before placing his lips on mine. The kiss starts off soft and gentle, our lips moving in sync. Chris’s tongue swipes across my bottom lip before sliding into my mouth. I reciprocate this action and our tongues explore each other’s mouth as the kiss becomes deeper.

I run my hand through Chris’s hair as our kiss intensifies. I feel myself getting wetter and wetter by the moment as our kiss starts to become messy. He groans into the kiss as I wrap my legs around his waist grinding my hips into his. Chris pulls away from the kiss and starts kissing my neck, sucking and biting skin, enough to leave marks but not enough to hurt me.

I moan slightly as Chris sucks the sweet spot on my neck making me tilt my head back to allow him more access. I never thought I would be doing this with him, but here we are and I’m certainly not complaining.

Chris pulls at the hem of my shirt and looks into my eyes for reassurance, I nod my head eagerly which makes him chuckle as he pulls my shirt off in one swift motion.

I see Chris’s eyes light up as he stares at my bare chest. His hand goes straight to my boob, grabbing and squeezing it as his head dives down to suck on my nipple. I let out a soft moan as I feel his tongue swirling around my nipple before sucking it, leaving my nipple hard.

I feel my clit starting to throb as I begin to get even more wet. I grind my hips up trying to create any sort of friction between my legs as I become more needy. Chris kisses and sucks the skin around my nipples, leaving purple and green marks on my skin.

“You’re so beautiful” Chris whispers between kisses as he works his way down my stomach all the way down to the waistband of my shorts. Butterflies erupt in my stomach at the sound of Chris’s compliment.

Chris pulls my shorts off leaving me in noting but my hot pink thong. He opens my legs and starts kissing in between my thighs. His mouth creeps closer and closer to where I need him most, he stops momentarily to suck on the skin dangerously close to my core.

“Please Chris” I whine as I become more and more impatient.

“Please what? What do you want me to do” Chris says with a smirk before leaving a quick kiss to my clothed clit.

“Literally anything” I whine. Chris smirks before pulling my underwear off and throwing it into the pile of my clothes. My legs automatically close as a sense of nervousness washes over me. I’m not usually a nervous person when it comes to sex and I’m completely comfortable with Chris so I don’t know what’s come over me.

“Open your legs baby let me see that pretty pussy” Chris says. I open my legs for him as he takes in the sight beneath him. He leans back down and starts kissing the area around my clit, teasing me and making me whine out his name.

Chris runs his fingers through my wetness, spreading it around my core before attaching his lips with my clit. He sucks my clit making me moan his name as he begins to swirl his tongue around.

“You taste so good baby” Chris says as he continues swirling his tongue around my clit. His hands squeeze my thighs as my legs wrap around his head. He begins to flick his tongue on my clit, driving me insane as I moan out his name.

“Fuck” I moan as Chris’s tongue lays flat on my clit, licking a long stripe up. His fingers come into contact with my hole as he inserts his middle and ring finger inside. He fucks his fingers into me at a fast pace as he curls them upwards inside of me, hitting the perfect spot. He traces his tongue across my clit as my back arches slightly and I begin to tug on Chris’s hair.

Chris’s arm comes up to press down gently on my lower stomach, intensifying my pleasure. I feel myself clench around Chris’s fingers as I feel a familiar knot in my stomach form.

“Feels good baby?” Chris says as he continues eating me out. My eyes roll to the back of my head as my mind begins to go blank. The only thing I can focus on is the amount of pleasure Chris is giving me.

“Fuck yeah Chris” I moan as his tongue brushes against my clit and his fingers hit the perfect spot repeatedly. “Fuck I’m gonna cum”

I tug on Chris’s hair as I feel my legs begin to shake and my body start to shudder. I let out a series of high pitched moans as Chris’s fingers and tongue work at rhythmic pace, causing an overwhelming amount of pleasure to wash over me as I release on Chris’s fingers.

Chris leaves one final kiss to my clit as he pulls his fingers out of me and sucks them clean. I pant as I come down from my high, I swear I can see stars. Chris crawls back up my body and connects his lips with mine. I can taste myself in him as his tongue forces its way into my mouth. I cup his jaw and pull him closer to me as we indulge in a messy and wet kiss. Our tongues slide around each others mouths as we softly bite each others lips.

I tug on the hem of Chris’s shirt hoping he takes the hint, which he does. He pulls his shirt off quickly and then leans back down to kiss my neck and play with my nipples. I caress his back as I wrap my legs around his waist, grinding my hips into his very prominent hard on.

I bring my hand round and dip into into Chris’s pants, stroking his hard dick which makes him groan in my ear. He presses his clothes dick into core repeatedly as he moans softly in my ear. He pulls back and kneels between my legs, his hands roaming around my body. His thumb swipes across my clit momentarily as I look up at him with lustful eyes.

“You’re so perfect Y/n” Chris says before taking his pants and boxers off. My eyes follow every movement he makes as I watch him stroke his dick a few times. I never thought I would get to see Chris’s dick, it’s bigger than I thought it would be. He catches me staring and looks up at me with a smirk.

“See something you like baby?” Chris chuckles teasingly. My cheeks flush a shade of pink as I quickly look away.

“Fuck off Chris” I say jokingly. Chris grabs my thighs and pulls me towards him.

“You still want to do this?” Chris asks as he looks up at me.

“Yeah, I do” I say with a smile.

“Good cause I can’t wait to fuck you” Chris says before lining himself up with my entrance. He grips onto my thighs as he pushes himself into me. At first it’s sort of an uncomfortable feeling but it soon turns into pleasure.

“You okay?” Chris asks as he’s all the way inside of me.

“Yeah I’m fine, just fuck me already Chris” I say growing impatient. Chris lets out a little chuckle before thrusting into me at a rhythmic pace. He lets out a few groans as he watches his dick enter my pussy repeatedly.

Chris leans down allowing me to wrap my legs around his waist, grinding into his hips as he fucks into me. I hear Chris’s heavy breaths in my ear as he massages my chest. I plant kisses up his jaw as I feel his hips slam of mine.

“Faster” I moan in Chris’s ear, making him pull away from me and push my legs up so my thighs are resting on my chest and his dick fucks into me deeper. He fucks me faster as I moan out his name repeatedly. It’s been so long since I’ve been fucked this good, there’s no way we can only do this once,

“Fuck Chris” I moan as I feel his dick hit off my g spot. Chris lets out a little moan as he hears me moan his name once more.

“Fuck Y/n I never thought I would hear you moan my name like that” Chris moans as he throws my legs over his shoulders. He continues to fuck into me even deeper and at a faster pace than before. His fingers snake round to my clit and he begins to draw circles on my clit, adding to my pleasure.

“Fuck yes right there” I moan as my back arches slightly.

“Yeah? You like that baby?” Chris says as he looks down at me with a smirk.

“Yes fuck yeah” I moan, every thought from my mind completely gone.

“Turn over” Chris says as he pulls out of me momentarily. I turn over and get on all fours as I feel Chris press on the smalls of my back as he fucks into me once again. “Fuck you’re so tight baby”

Chris slaps my ass which makes my body jolt forward slightly. He holds onto my hips as he slams into me from behind. The only thing that can be heard in the room is the sound of our skin slapping together and our moans. Chris squeezes my ass as he picks up the pace of his thrusts.

I reach my hand round to my clit and rub it in fast circles. I let out small moans as I feel Chris’s hands roams around my ass and back. I clench around Chris’s dick and pick up the pace of my movements on my clit as I chase my high.

“You fuck me so good Chris” I moan as I feel my legs begin to shake and I feel a wave of euphoric pleasure wash over me.

“I know I do baby” Chris says as his head falls back and he grips my hips to fuck into me deeper.

“Fuck Chris I’m cummimg” I moan as I feel myself spilling out over Chris. A plethora of moans leave my mouth as my legs lock and my body goes into spasm. “Fuck” I whisper as I close my eyes, recovering from my orgasm.

“Fuck Y/n I’ve been waiting so long to do this” Chris moans as he chases his own high. I whimper as Chris slaps my ass and continues to fuck into me deeper and harder. “Fuck I’m gonna cum” Chris moans as I feel his dick twitch inside of me.

“Chris” I moan as I grip onto the sheets beneath me. I press my face into the pillow as I snap my eyes tightly closed. All I can hear is Chris moaning behind me as he slaps my ass every now and then.

Chris pulls out of me and lets out a series of moans as he strokes his dick a few times before releasing his cum all up my back. We both pant and catch our breathes as we recover from our highs. I collapse on my stomach as Chris lays on his back next to me.

“That was fucking insane” Chris says as he looks over to me with a smile on his face and his hair sticking to his forehead.

“Yeah, it really fucking was” I say as I open my eyes. We take a moment to recover and reflect on what just happened before Chris got up to get me a towel. He cleans the mess up off my back and hands me and my clothes so I can get dressed.

“I can’t believe we just fucked” I chuckle as I put my clothes back on.

“I know, that was actually fucking crazy” Chris chuckles as he puts his shirt on. I smile as I think about what just happened. It was the best sex I think I’ve ever had, there’s no way we can just do it one time and not again.

Hey guys this was like my fave thing to write hehe. I haven’t proof read though so sorry for any mistakes. The first time I wrote it tumblr fucking deleted it so it’s bit shit cause the first one was so fucking good 😭😭

#chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo smut #sturniolo fanfic #chris sturniolo x reader #sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #sturniolo

[strwberri-milk]

Hihii can i request klutz and sensitive reader that radiates sunshine energy with diluc and wrio? Preferably when theyre still pining for eachother :3 Reader may be sensitive but shes still stronk and good with her abilities! Not as strong as them of course but she has special abilities to make her powerful :D oh and her ablities use a lot of energy so she ends up almost passing out if she uses it too much in battle :p

He thinks it's adorable, but he won't tell you that aloud. Wriothesley is much more open with his teasing of you, an almost permanent amused smirk attached as he watches you bumble around whereas Diluc almost looks unaffected. Their eyes always follow you around and he's making sure you don't actually trip but just in case you do he's always got a few bandages to wrap you up with just in case.

When the two of you get into a fight while spending some time together his first reaction is to protect you. He knows you're kind and has this perception of you being soft because he has no idea that you can fight. When you manage to catch a blade being thown at his back he takes a second to be impressed before falling back into the rhythm of the fight, glad you can hold your own.

If you accidentally overexert yourself in combat he worries over whether or not he should take you back to his place or if he should just take you home. He doesn't want to make you uncomfortable but since he also doesn't spend a lot of time at your place he knows it'd take him a while to give you the medical attention you'd need. That ends up with him taking you home and trying to heal you up as best he can before calling someone else to finish up the job.

He cares about you a lot but is very discreet about it, leading you to not know he actually has feelings for you. It's not until you wake up in the middle of the night with him sleeping on the side of your bed on the ground with his hand loosely on your stomach. When he feels his hand move he sits up and looks at you, blearily chastising you for not being more careful.

You laugh a little and put your hand over his, telling him that you're alright. He gives you a slightly skeptical look and tells you that he's going to have to keep a closer eye on you. You smile brightly and tell him that you don't mind, flustering the two of you a bit as you both realise that's an outright admission of wanting to spend more time with him.

He's even softer with you after that, not wanting to accidentally hurt you or your feelings because he doesn't want to see you like that ever again. You can tell that he's being softer with you and you're worried that he's pulling away, confronting him about it and telling him that you know he'd never hurt you and that you trust him. He's a little at a loss for words but when he thinks you think he's mad or annoyed at you then he stops you right there.

He ends up confessing to you and you to him, the two of you laughing about how much faster you could have cleared things up if only you had actually spoken to each other. He gives you a tight hug, loving the way you feel pressed up against him and planning out what he's sure will be the perfect first date.

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #wriothesley x reader #diluc x reader #diluc ragnvindr x reader

[oosleepyfaeoo]

How could you be so blind? - Part III

Modern!Aemond Targaryen x Blind!Reader

Summary: Aemond sees you as the most beautiful woman in the world but you can't see that. (sorry I suck at summaries.)

Warning: a lil angst, the reader is a female, eventual smut

Words: 1,721

A/n: English is not my first language.

Part 2 / Part 4

Aemond kicks the door open as he enters his penthouse, with Alys hot on his heels. A smug smile on her face. 

“What in the actual fuck was that, Alys?” He growls, his lilac eye burning with hatred.  

Alys throws her purse to the massive sofa and walks towards him, her hips swaying sensually. “what do you mean sweetheart?” She looks up to meet his gaze, a fake innocent smile on her lips. 

“You know very well what I mean.” He spits out. “Who invited you to the party? Cause I'm sure as hell it wasn’t me.” 

Aemond was LIVID. After your last encounter at your place, he texted Alys, breaking their... deal. He wanted to say more than that, to accuse her of declaring that the book you gave him was from her. But he didn’t have the energy so he wrote a simple text. 

Don’t appear in front of me ever again. 

Aemond consumed a lot of his time thinking about his feelings towards you. Wishing to stop being a coward and confess his feelings for you but it wasn’t that easy. The fear of being rejected and ruining your friendship made him almost explode from anxiety. Spending most of his nights awake, his mind plagued by the thoughts of you.  

When you refused his invitation, he accepted his fate by going alone to the party. Not wanting anyone else but you. But unfortunately, Alys had other things in mind. Appearing by his side when he walks into the red carpet, interweaving her slim arm around his.  

That made the paparazzi go wild. The flash of the cameras shooting so fast almost made his only good eye go blind. Journalists shouted question after question, asking if they were together and if yes, how long.  

Before Alys could reply something stupid, Aemond pull her away into the party. Leaving behind the crazy mess of confused journalists. 

That night passed so fucking slow. Aemond couldn’t stand Alys anymore, hating how she made them look like they were married or something whenever someone approach them. 

Helaena gave him a confusing look, surprised to see Alys with him and not you.  

“I may or may not ask for a lil favor from your kind older brother.” She said with a wicked smile. 

Aemond knew something was wrong with Aegon cause since he arrived at the party, Aegon have been hiding away from him as if Aemond was the plague in person. That bastard put her name on the guest list. 

“Alys... This is getting out of hand.” He sighs, resting his head on his hand. Feeling a headache start to form. “You knew that I didn’t want you at the party. You know that things between us are over!”  

Alys frowns, her eyes shining with rage. “Is this because of that handicapped girl?” she snaps. “Y/n, is it? Such a boring name but at least it suits her.”  

Aemond could feel his blood boiling at her words, grabbing roughly her arm. Forcing her to meet his hateful gaze. “Say that again or Gods help me, direct a simple word towards Y/n and I will end your modeling career in one day. Do you hear me?” He growls lowly, noticing a hit of fear in her eyes but it was gone quickly. 

She pulls away and grabs her purse. “You will regret this, Aemond.” She snarls, walking towards the door. “Mark my words.” And with that, she was gone. 

Aemond groans and falls down to his sofa, sighing as his tense body melts into the soft cushions. He grabs his phone and quickly texts Aegon. 

Aemond sighs tiredly, losing all hope for his brother. 

Finally, it’s over. Now he can focus on you.  

//// 

You hum happily as you pack up your books, being done with the classes. Helaena stood by your side, eyeing you skeptically.  

“Someone is in a good mood.” She says while walking out of the class with you. “Did something good happen during the weekend?”  

A shy smile appears on your lips as you recall that today was Monday. The day of your first training with your new guide dog. You are so excited to start training that you almost couldn’t sleep the other night. But there was another thing you were also excited about. To spend more time with Cregan.  

Cregan Stark was the definition of a true gentleman.  

During your appointment with him, he was kind and patient. Asking some questions of how was your way of living, your schedules, whether your university accepts guide dogs in their establishment, etc.  

His question was to help him find the perfect dog for you, with the right personality and temperament. 

He also explained how this was a family business, taking great pride to train and give lovely homes to those great beasts so they could help people in need. The way he excitedly explains everything about his work to you, shows you how he loves his job. 

After all the talk, he took you to see his dogs. The sound of all of them whining and barking happily as they see their owner, wanting pets and treats from him, made you smile brightly. 

Cregan told you to take a seat while he went to get the dog that he had in mind. After a few seconds, the sound of heavy paws stomping the ground made your head perk up.  

“Easy boy! We don’t want to scare your new owner, don’t we?” Cregan says with a laugh as the massive dog tries to jump onto your lap. “This is Knight. He’s one year old, perfect to begin his training. He’s already trained with the basics but his guide dog training will begin with you.” 

“Knight... What a cute name.” You pet his massive head, feeling his soft fur through your slim fingers.” Will you be my Knight in shining armor?” a giggle exploded from as Knight bumps his head against your chest. “Can you describe him for me?”  

“Oh.. Of course!” You hear him taking a seat beside you and you felt his fingers brush through yours as he pets Knight’s head. “He is 34 inches in height, he weights now 60 pounds but when he’s fully grown, he will be 120 pounds. Part of his weight is fur, so don’t worry.” 

Your eyes widened, feeling a little nervous thinking of how he will fit in your small apartment. Well, you two will fit perfectly but you couldn’t have more people over, or else no one will move around the apartment freely. 

“His coat is pitch black with a small spot of white on his chest.” A giggle fell from your lips as Knight start licking your hands. “He has heterochromia, his right eye is light blue and his left eye is dark brown.”  

Your smile fell a little as the image of Aemond came to your mind. Of course, Aemond doesn’t have heterochromia but Knight’s eyes made you remind of him.  

After meeting Knight and getting used to him, Cregan said that you will begin the training that week. 2 hours for three days a week, after your classes, and you will meet him at the park with Knight.  

“Get everything ready for Knight this Monday cause after the first class, you will take him with you to your home.” He says as he escorts you to the door. “You will bring him with you everywhere you go, so he can get to know the space you frequent.”  

You nod and said your goodbyes. 

~~~~ 

“Well let’s say I have a date with a big haired boy,” you say with a giggle, referring to Knight but Helaena didn’t know that which made her look at you with a confused look on her face.  

“What?” she asks, watching you walk into the bus. 

You wink in her direction, well at least you think you did. “You will see tomorrow.” And with that, you are gone. 

Helaena quickly grabs her phone and texts Aemond. 

//// 

“Good! Now you can give him a treat.” Cregan says, watching you order Knight to sit so you can give him the treat. “You both seem to work very well together.”  

You gave him a cheerful smile. “Knight is a great work partner! I couldn’t have wished for a better dog than him.”  

Cregan hums and start packing up his stuff, ending his class early cause of the dark clouds forming above them in the sky. “I think it might rain. Let's end here” He says as he starts feeling small drops falling on him.  

You nod and start guiding Knight toward the path to your house. “Alright! Thank you for the class, Cregan! See you tomorrow.” You waved at him and start walking.  

“Huh... Wait! I'll accompany you to your apartment.” He jogs to you just as you walk out of the park. “Since it’s Knight's first trip to your house, I wanna see if he pays attention to the path.”  

“Oh?... Sure!” You say as you both start walking to your house, praising Knight during the trip as he pays attention to every corner and smell. 

//// 

Aemond was sitting in his car in front of your building when he sees you with a big, handsome guy beside you, laughing at some joke he told. Aemond’s blood boils with jealousy. Who does this guy think he is?  

His eye widen when he sees a massive black dog walking beside you with a harness saying “Guide Dog! Please Do not touch him!”  

“So this guy is the guide dog trainer Y/n talked about...” He hums, his large hands gripping the steering wheel tightly as anger and jealousy ran through his blood.  

He watches both of you walking in your building, noticing the guy’s hand dangerously resting on your lower back.  

Turning his car on, he drives back to his place. He needs advice on this matter. He never had a serious relationship before or fight for someone since women mostly throw themself at him.  

The first person that comes to his mind is his sweet sister, Helaena. She must know how he can conquer you back. She knows what to do.  

Relax, Aemond. It will be fine... I hope... 

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[allysunny]

imagine miguel x fem!reader who absolutely LOVES disney, and she’s able to convince miguel to watch snow white and the seven dwarfs (1937) with her. At first miguel thinks it’s just a boring cartoon, but ends up enjoying it. More importantly, he enjoys watching it with you

Watching Snow White with Miguel O'Hara

Words: 2.1k words

Warnings: None! Just pure fluff! Miguel is very skeptical and a somewhat bore but he's OUR skeptical and a smowhat bore! Please do correct me on the spanish if it's incorrect! No beta, we die like Uncle Ben.

A/N: Hey everyone!!! Here's another one of your requests! This one is short - I've been experimenting with that bullet point headcanon sort of format I told you guys about. I'm not sure how I feel about it, but I loved writing this nevertheless! It had been a while since I had watched the movie, so I got to rewatch it and have a fun time :)

It's been a while since I've written for Miggy - please go easy on me!

I hope you all enjoy this!

You’d suggested watching Snow White after jokingly calling him “Grumpy”. He’d come home one day sulking because of some Spider Society affairs (apparently, he did not like the way that new Miles Morales kid handled thing – “too emotional”, he said), and you’d taken one good look at him and called him “Grumpy”. He clearly didn’t understand what you were referring to, so you thought it’d be a fun way for you to spend an afternoon.

Miguel didn’t get the appeal of animated movies. He thought they were for children and hadn’t watched many. They weren’t his style either – Miguel liked biopics, historical drama, not silly little animated musicals with talking animals and, in his humble opinion, “very impossible happy endings” – when you told him you believed in happy endings because you’d found yours with him, he blushed and turned away, pouting and mumbling something about “you clearly being the exception because you were special and perfect in every way”

One Saturday afternoon, you were feeling particularly lazy, so after cleaning the apartment with him, you decided to celebrate. It was time for a much-deserved rest. You prepared some popcorn, grabbed a few blankets (for yourself of course – Miguel thought you were an undiagnosed psychopath because of the number of blankets you loved to cuddle under), and sat on the couch.

When Miguel looked at you, he raised an eyebrow.

“What are you doing?” he asked, noticing the popcorn on your lap.

“I think it’s about time you get schooled on the art of animation.” You smiled and patted the seat on the couch next to you.

Miguel made a soft “tch” sound but sat nevertheless, wrapping an arm around you, as he always did. He could be grumpy and pout all he wanted, but you had him wrapped around your finger.

“So, what are you making me watch, huh muñeca?”

“We’re watching Snow White and the Seven Dwarves,” you quickly searched for the movie on your TV, and grinned once the bright Disney logo shone.

“Really? A kid’s movie? That’s why you’re wasting my time?” Miguel quirked one eyebrow and crossed his arms.

You scoffed, clearly offended. Sure, you could see his muscles through the fabric of the shirt when he crossed his arms like that, but it was beside the point and you would not let it deter you.

“It’s not just a kid’s movie! In fact, it was the first ever animated movie! It was a trendsetter! This movie walked so all animated movies could run! It’s a landmark in cinema history, it’s - “

“Vale, vale,” Miguel interrupted you, “I get it. It’s a big deal. Very important. Can you just press play?”

And so, you did!

At first, Miguel didn’t get it. It was silly. The plot was silly. Very silly, actually. Why would a Queen be worried about not being the prettiest? It sounded like a very weak reason to hate someone. It’s not like this Snow White girl wanted to steal her throne or her kingdom. And why dress her in rags?  Clothes wouldn’t be able to hide her physical appearance. Sure, they could make her look dirty and unkempt, but they wouldn’t necessarily make her ugly. And what’s the deal with that Magic Mirror anyway? How can it talk? Why is it magic? Does magic exist in this world? How? It’s not really established, it just sort of exists. And the animation – it wasn’t at all that good. It was rather rudimentary, and not at all like the great landmark you mentioned.

“Miguel, it’s a movie. Don’t think about it too much,” you’d mumbled when you saw his expression, the one he always had, with the furrowed brows and tightened lips, the one that signalled he was deep in thought. “Just go with it, okay?”

He did.

Once the Prince and Snow White shared their first duet, he was kind of sceptical, but after taking one good look at you and your content expression, he relaxed, holding you tighter. You curled into his side and smiled.

And to be honest, he started getting into it.

After the Queen made her request to have the Huntsman hunt down Snow White, he shook his head. “What a hateful woman,” he said. “Hunting down a poor innocent girl just because of her beauty. Maybe the reason she’s not ‘the fairest of them all’ is because she’s actually hideous on the inside”. You beamed at that. Miguel seemed to be getting in the spirit.

Once Snow White found out from the Huntsman about the Queen’s order and ran away into the forest, you could sense Miguel was nervous. The dark shadows and hidden figures that so scared the young Princess had him tense up. You nearly chuckled out loud. He was scared. “Everything alright, my love?” you asked him. “Pobrecita….” Was all he said, shaking his head.

When Snow White started singing and gathering the animals around her, Miguel snorted. You looked up at him, confused. What seemed to be so funny?

“That’s you,” he said, pointing at the screen.

“Excuse me?”

“That’s you, alright. Always surrounded by people, bringing them together. Everyone in Spider Society loves you. Watching you interact with those idiots is like watching this movie.” He looked at you and you melted before those chestnut eyes. Bringing your hand up, you pressed a soft kiss on his jaw and turned to the movie once again.

How sweet he was.

He could try all he wanted. He could be tall, bulky, mean, scary Miguel all he wanted at HQ – around you, he was as needy as a lost puppy.

“Pft – look at her! Breaking into a random house in the woods. I wouldn’t be surprised if this is how she got herself killed.” “Miguel, shhh –“ “It’s the truth! What if this is a trap set by the Queen, huh? Snow White is not as careful as she should be.” You chuckled at Miguel’s comments, most of them which funny rather than annoying. His scepticism and aloofness in life provided him with a different, more realistic view on the movies. You had to admit though – he was right. What if it was a trap?

“Hah – that’s us,” Miguel said as Snow White began to clean up the house. “Although I wouldn’t want a weasel cleaning my plates – is that deer licking them?!” “It’s a –“ “Yeah, yeah, I know. ‘It’s a movie Miggy, don’t think too hard about it’. I know, I’ve heard it. I’m just stating a fact – it’s disgusting.” You hummed, “I’ll be sure to keep that in mind next time you feel like licking me –“ “That’s different cariño, I just can’t help –“, “You’re not watching, Miguel!”

“That’s grumpy?!” Miguel’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. You laughed, shrugging your shoulders. “I think you look exactly like him. And look at his scowl!” Miguel shook his head and pouted, and while you should’ve stopped teasing him, you just couldn’t stop with the laughter. He looked exactly like the character, with his sulking expression and crossed arms. You had to pause the movie for a while because tears were streaming down your face. Miguel sulked even further, and only relaxed once you’d kissed him plenty and told him he was “a very handsome grumpy” and “the grumpy of your heart”.

“Tch, if I’m Grumpy, then you’re Dopey.” “WHAT?!”

It’s important to note it was only now that Miguel even realised you were clutching a bowl of popcorn, so he accused you of “hoarding” and placed in on his lap so the both of you could share. Or, well, share whatever was left of it.

You two watched the rest of the movie, Miguel still throwing in small quips about the characters here and there. He smiled as the dwarves danced with Snow White, foot actually tapping to the rhythm of the song. When Grumpy seemed to melt after the princess had kissed his head, he almost melted. “Maybe I am your Grumpy after all”, he said, to which you giggled and took a popcorn from the bowl.

 As soon as the Evil Queen appeared once again, he scowled cursing her name in Spanish.

“Snow’s far too kind for her own good. Who’d take an apple from a stranger? The dwarves told her not to let anyone in. She’s far too trusting for her own good.” He mumbled, shoving handful of popcorn into his mouth (you’d had to go get a new pack). “Well, she’s kind and good. She saw someone in need and wanted to help. It’s not necessarily a bad thing.” You replied. “Yes, but people take advantage of her. The Evil Queen is preying on her kindness. Qué pendeja…”

It was eerily quiet once Snow was inside the coffin, and the dwarves were mourning her loss. You tried to say something about it, but he quickly shushed you. The tables had turned – this was it; he was interested in the movie.

But that sadness did not last long. The Prince came along and kissed Snow White, waking her up. Of course, Miguel being Miguel, he made some sort of comment about how “how creepy it was he’d just kissed a corpse out of nowhere”, but there was a smile in his face when they rode off to his kingdom, so you paid it no mind.

After the movie had ended, you looked at him. It was hard to decipher what was going on inside that beautiful head of his, but you tried, nevertheless.

“So?”

“So what?”

“Did you like it?”

Miguel stared at the television some more, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.

“You’re telling me this was the first ever animated movie?” he asked, still looking at the screen.

“The very first.”

“I see. Well, the animation was quite rudimentary,” he began, “And the plot had some flaws. Snow was far too trusting.”

You bit the inside of your cheek. Of course, it had all been in your head. Why would he have liked an animated movie? It wasn’t his style and all. He probably thought it was girly and stupid, and you’d just wasted his time.

You were beginning to utter an apology when he kept speaking.

“But it was fun. I liked it.” His eyes were soft, finally holding your gaze. Sure, the movie wasn’t particularly his type. He wasn’t a big fan of princesses, and there were far too many musical numbers for his taste. But he got to spend one whole afternoon with you in his arms, watching as you smiled and giggled and gushed over this movie that you clearly held so dear in your heart, and he would do it all again in a heartbeat, just for the privilege of seeing you happy.

And if that wasn’t love, then what was it?

“It reminded me of how selfless and kind you are.”

You blushed under his praise, and hid your face in the crook of his neck. Miguel brought his hand up and caressed your cheek absentmindedly.

“I’m serious, cariño. Sure, I may be Grumpy all you want, but you’re just as good and altruistic as she is.”

You looked up into his eyes, cheeks aflame and heart all fuzzy.

“You think so?”

Miguel smiled and placed a chaste kiss on your forehead.

“No, I’m joking. You’re Dopey.”

He laughed loudly and you huffed, throwing the now empty popcorn bowl aside to all but jump on him, attempting to tackle him doing and tickle him. He let you do whatever you wanted for a while, pretending you could compete with him, falling on the couch and feigning defeat. But he quickly got bored, and held both of your arms with one hand, flipping the two of you so you were laying on your back, and he hovered over you.

When he kissed your neck repeatedly, you laughed out loud, willing to surrender. Miguel knew all your secret spots – he nosed the one you were most ticklish in, and you yelped, feet kicking up. He merely smirked at this reaction and kept placing kiss after kiss after kiss on the column of your neck.

“As I was saying,” he said, matter-of-factly, lifting his head to kiss you gently on the lips. You were so beautiful; he wondered what the shock he must’ve done to have the privilege to be with such an amazing woman.

“I enjoyed our time together. If you’re happy, then I’m happy. ¿Mañana vemos otra?”

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara scenarios #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara fanfiction #spiderman 2099 #spiderman 2099 x you #spiderman 2099 x reader #miguel ohara #atsv x reader #atsv x you #across the spiderverse #miguel spiderman #spiderverse fanfiction #spiderverse x reader #miguel o'hara x fem!reader

[qveerthe0ry]

With Peace on Earth

Summary: A brief tale of your first Christmas Eve in Jackson Word Count: 2,166 Pairing: Joel Miller x GN! Reader Rating: 18 + Explicit (but not super descriptive smut) Warnings: 18+ mdni, established relationship, fluff, post-outbreak/Jackson, oral (m and gn receiving), unprotected penetrative sex, fingering (gn receiving), finger sucking, spit as lube, Joel is handsy, soft!joel, no y/n, no physical description of reader, reader is gender neutral, description of reader having a mother when they were young, reader celebrates Christmas, reader has no age, a tiny bit of sadness, nostalgia, no beta, let me know if I missed anything! Note: I wrote this very quickly to try and alleviate the writer's block because I have about 15 Pedro character WIPs (mostly Joel) and have yet to complete a single one. I also wrote this to express my feelings about how the holidays haven't really felt very magical for me for a while, but adopting new traditions has helped me find the magic again.

The streetlights are reflecting off of the fresh layer of snow. Despite it being the dead of night, the white ground makes everything just a bit brighter. The air is dry, and it smells like pine and open fires and for a second, when you focus really hard, it’s Christmas Eve, pre-apocalypse. 

You can remember it plain as day. You can feel the air like it was yesterday, that palpable excitement as you spread a mixture of oats and glitter and sequins across your childhood front yard. 

“So the reindeer know where to land Santa’s sleigh,” your mom had told you. 

You can feel the warmth of her hand enveloping your tiny, freezing fingers. The warmth of her voice, of her gaze on you. 

You swallow down the lump in your throat, try to remember that happy memories can be just that— and not a cruel taunting of the way things used to be and how different they are now. 

You don’t realize how cold you actually are until two warm arms wrap around you, and hot breath creeps down the collar of your long johns. 

“Gonna catch your death,” Joel mumbles. 

You lean back into him, close your eyes, and take a big, deep breath. You smell the snow and the chimney smoke but also homemade oat soap and lavender laundry wash and it isn’t like it used to be, but maybe that doesn’t have to mean it’s worse. 

“Was hoping I’d see Santa fly over,” you say, distracted, watching the stars in the crisp winter sky. 

“You think he made it through all these years?” 

Joel chuckles as he says it, and wraps his arms a tad tighter around you. 

“I like to think so,” you shrug. 

His soft laughter turns into a hum, turns into lips pressed under your ear. 

“I love the way you are.” 

It’s sweet. It’s sticky, nauseating words coming from a man you never thought would be anything but cold and calculated, when you first met. It warms you all the way through, maybe even melts some of the snow that’s blown its way onto the porch you’re standing on. 

You want to say it back, want to tell him how much you love the way he is, the way his guarded heart shines through the cracks so bright it blinds you, the way his smiles make you weak so that it’s a good thing he’s so stingy with them. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you ask instead. 

He takes a long moment to respond. You can feel his teeth grinding together where his jaw is hooked over your shoulder, and the way his breath is coming in less than slow and steady. 

“Just— It’s 20 years into the end of the world and you still have hope.” 

You sigh and turn your head, seeking out his stubbled cheek, and press a kiss to the wind burnt skin. 

“I found you after all this time, didn’t I?” 

He huffs, and it sounds amused. You turn a bit in his hold to look at his eyes and the way his eyebrows gather together in the middle. 

“And this is a blessing, not a curse?” 

You want to kiss the skeptical look off of his face, so you do, hooking your arms around his neck and capturing his bottom lip between your own. 

You feel the warmth of his palms through your shirt as they splay out across your back, fingers digging, working the muscles there like he’s kneading bread. You hum into his mouth and let your fingers tangle in the soft curls at the nape of his neck just as his tongue finds yours. 

You can feel him slowly filling out his worn jeans where his hips press into your own and you think, with a chuckle you can’t contain, that this is the only Christmas gift you want from now on. 

He pulls away at your soft laughter, his own eyes twinkling with an edge of humor. 

“Are you stallin’ or somethin’?” 

You shake your head as a smile splits your face from ear to ear. 

“Never. Always a blessing, babe,” you tell him. 

Your hands drop from his neck quickly to grab two handfuls of his ass and squeeze, and he glares at you as you press him just that much closer to you. 

“I’ll give you a blessing,” he grumbles. 

His head ducks down so that his lips can find your pulse point, and then his teeth, a playful nip with a hint of something more desperate and charged. 

“Better not give the whole neighborhood an eye full,” you warn, half-heartedly. You know most people are asleep, and you know neither you nor Joel would really mind it. 

Still, on the off-chance Tommy and Maria are still awake across the street, you don’t need to give the town leader any fuel for retaliation. 

His breath comes out in whisps of steam around your face, minty with notes of whiskey. 

“Go on ‘n get, then. Warm up by the fire.”

And you know by now not to protest, not when your prize for obeying is so worth being bossed around by the grumpy old man. 

You undress by the fire and look around the living room while Joel makes sure the house is locked up. 

It’s not quite decorated like an old Christmas movie, but it’s still festive, still as warm and full of cheer as you remember from before. 

There’s a Christmas branch, really, a small little bush that Ellie had brought home to you a few weeks before. You had spent the day looking around for scraps of anything red, some ribbon, the sleeve of an old t-shirt, some berries on a bush that you were certain weren’t edible. You both worked on decorating the Charlie Brown-esque tree as Joel watched, grumbling, but plucking away at a rendition of ‘Oh Christmas Tree’ on his guitar as he complained. 

There are three big socks hung up on the mantle of the fireplace, Joel’s, who griped about having to give up the precious fabric while he decorated them with you and Ellie at the kitchen table. ‘Decorated’ used lightly, as you only had a few errant pipe cleaners and the guts of a few raspberries as a red/pink dye. 

And then there’s the whittled reindeer Joel had presented to you just days ago with a shy look on his face you don’t see very often. The wood is smooth and the antlers are intricate, and even though you can’t see it, you know there’s a little heart carved into the bottom of its back left hoof. It’s your favorite decoration out of all of them, displayed lovingly and proudly on the coffee table. 

You grab an old blanket from the back of the couch and lay it in front of the fire just as Joel finds you again. His footsteps are lighter without his heavy boots on, and his fingers don’t feel as warm now as they grab your hips. 

“Gonna lay down for me?” 

His voice is low and gruff and calm, and all you can do is obey, and lie down naked on the fleece. 

You prop yourself up on your elbows to watch him undress. The light of the fire makes all of his golden skin look even more so, dancing an orange glow across his scarred stomach and sparsely haired chest and the contrasting hardness and softness of his form that’s so familiar now. 

You touch yourself gently as you watch him, light strokes, just to tease while you wait for him. With a grunt, he gets down to share the warm blanket with you, rolling you onto your side to face the flames. 

“You remember that Mariah Carey Christmas song?” he asks as his rough hand curls around your hip. 

You hide your smile in your own arm before answering. 

“Not sure if I do. Sing a few bars for me.” 

He groans and squeezes your flesh. 

“You're pullin’ my leg."

“Yeah, I remember it.” 

Remembering songs post-apocalypse is strange, the way you can not hear it for decades but still remember every note and word. Now, ringing through your head, is the high register of All I Want for Christmas is You, and you hum the chorus as Joel’s heavy prick presses against the small of your back. 

“That’s how I feel,” he tells you.

His hand gets bolder, travels to the place where your thigh and hip meet, and then farther, between your legs, where it’s quite obvious what you want for Christmas, too. 

“I feel the same, Joel.” 

His breath puffs against your neck as he nuzzles that tender place behind your ear. He doesn’t often talk about his feelings for you, electing rather to show them through gestures. You like when he says it though, it makes it feel even more tangible, makes a nostalgic warmth tingle throughout your guts and your chest. 

“Have you been good this year?” he asks you, a hint of mischief in his voice that makes you giggle. 

“I think I have, yeah.” 

“Debatable,” he grumbles, “but I guess you won’t get a lump of coal.” 

He gets you on your back, and your breath hitches as he covers you with his big, solid body. His skin feels so incredible against yours, always, every time you’re together like this. 

He starts to press open-mouthed kisses down your body, a searing hot trail across your most sensitive spots, until he’s mouthing around where you want him most. 

“Please, baby, please.”

You know he likes to hear you beg for it. His sweet brown eyes find yours as he smiles, and the warmth of his gaze and the fire start to pull little pinpricks of sweat from your pores. 

But he doesn’t tease you for long. You watch with wonder as his graying curls bounce between your legs, his attentive mouth working you tenderly but thoroughly. Your hand tangles in his hair for purchase as you lift your hips to urge him on. 

He’s always so sloppy with it, and his saliva drips down onto the blanket, and you love it like this, so messy and haphazard, with no regard to anything but making you feel good, getting you off. 

His fingers, three of them, tap at your parted lips. They’re so big as you take them in and swirl your tongue around them, getting them nice and wet, and your own spit seeps from the corners of your mouth. He groans, and you can feel it with his mouth on you. 

His hips make small little moves to rut against the blanket between your open legs, and you want him inside, need to feel him inside you. 

You tell him this much, though it’s muffled with his fingers in your mouth. He doesn’t let up until you’re teetering on the edge, moaning and whimpering around his flesh, gripping his hair so tight you don’t know how you haven’t pulled it out. 

You whine when his mouth retreats. 

“I know, I know. So greedy for it,” he coos, teasing. 

You scowl at him, but it holds no heat, and he laughs at your impatience as he coaxes you back onto your side. 

Behind you, Joel’s chest is solid and sweaty against your back. His fingers are solid too, sure but gentle, as he works them inside one by one to open you up with the help of your drool. 

“So good for me. What a present,” he tells you. 

It makes you impossibly hotter, and impossibly more in love with the man, and impossibly more impatient. 

“I want my present now,” you sigh. 

He tuts at you, against your shoulder blade, but you know he won’t deny you for longer because you can feel him leaking all over the skin of your back. 

When he presses into you, slow as ever, you feel even more full than you usually do. 

“Yes,” you pant, “like that. Just what I wanted.” 

He fills you over and over, a leisurely but steady pace, and his hands roam across your slick, heated skin. As his body presses against yours, and as he reaches around to work you to your climax, you can’t help but feel overwhelmed at the realization that things are okay, things are great, and they’re allowed to be, despite the state of everything. 

When you come, he comes too, deep inside you. His teeth bare down on your shoulder, and he grunts your name into your skin, and he tells you you’re perfect, and that you’re so good to him.

Joel doesn’t move far, after. He grabs an article of discarded clothing to clean you up. You know his back must kill like this, on the floor, but his happy breaths across your cooling skin make you think that this must be worth a little pain in the morning. 

And when he sleepily mumbles, “Merry Christmas, Darlin’,” it sounds a lot more like “I love you.”

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[aestheticpearl]

— 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞

[𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫] phantom ghoul

this new ghoul had something about him that was certainly captivating and you couldn’t quite place your finger on what it was exactly. phantom had stolen your attention from all the other ghouls and everyone seemed to notice except for him.

“you’re staring again.” rain’s voice behind you makes you jump.

“huh? what?” you suddenly straighten up and rain lets out a soft chuckle.

“you know you should just talk to him, he doesn’t bite— well you know what disregard that statement. what i’m saying is i’m sure he’d like to talk to you.”

you give rain a skeptical look.

“he likes talking and you like him, it’s a win-win situation.” rain explains.

you nod and thank the water ghoul as you walk over to where phantom was practicing on his guitar.

“you sound really good phantom, you been practicing hard?”

phantom’s head perks up at the sound of your voice. your heart flutters when you see the outline of a smile underneath his baklava before he pulls it down to reveal said smile.

“thank you for noticing! is it bothering you? cause i can move somewhere else if—”

“no!” you don’t mean to sound so nervous. “i don’t mind at all.” you let out a nervous chuckle and phantom smiles again at you.

“would you like to sit with me?” the question surprises you, you were not expecting it to be this easy to befriend the ghoul. he seems very friendly and trusting so you take a seat next to him.

“i’m trying out a new trick as i play, i’ve seen human play while the guitar is over their head and behind their back so i want to try it out!”

“wouldn’t that be hard with the mask?”

“it is a little, but that’s i’m trying to find a way to make it easier.”

“i see.” you smile at him. “are you adjusting well? is everyone being nice to you here?”

phantom looks at his guitar and focuses while playing a few notes.

“yeah well they’re as nice as they can be i think. you’re really nice though! i like talking to you, you make it seem like you’re actually listening.”

phantom looks back up at you and leans in close to you. heat rises to your cheeks and you look away from him quickly to try and hide your flustered expression.

“oh well, that’s cause i am?” you didn’t mean for it to sound like a question.

“thank you.”

it’s a soft ‘thank you’ that seems genuine, he’s not teasing you.

“for listening to me.” he offers a warm smile instead of his usual grin.

“i like listening to you.” you turn back to face him, staring through his lenses to try and find his eyes.

“we should hang out more than! i think you’d be doing the other ghouls a favor.” he laughs.

“i’d love to hang out with you more.”

“great! seven thirty in the library?”

“i’d love that.” quickly agreeing to his plan for later tonight without thinking.

“it’s a date then!” he stands quickly and starts running back to his room while he turns and waves goodbye.

“it’s a date.” you muttered quietly to yourself, repeating his words. “…wait.”

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[theidiotwhowritesthings]

A FRESH START [23.5]

Din Djarin x F!Reader

Warnings: fluffy, mentions of trauma, fear of water, mentions of near drowning

Word Count: 2,196

Summary: When you made plans for your future they never involved being hired by a Mandalorian to baby-sit his adorable, green gremlin of a child. However, after your life fell apart in the span of one disastrous night, you found it to be the only feasible option you had left. Nevarro was a far cry from Coruscant, but the thriving community turned out to be exactly what you needed. Every day you spend in Nevarro you fall more and more in love with your new life, but when your past rears its ugly head you find that perhaps peace wasn’t meant for everyone.

[a/n: i am so sorry i have been MIA. Here's something. Someone ages ago requested this scene and I thought it was so sweet I had to do it. I'm hoping to get the actual full length chapter out soon. Same for the other stuff. Better news though, this is the last build up to what we've all been waiting for😘. date night is gonna go very very well.]

#23.5: AM I CLOSE TO REDEMPTION? .

"tickled fingertips, goosebump skin, wandering eyes, shallow breaths, all in anticipation to be completely consumed by you." -Chrissie Pinney

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“Grogu?” You called out while peering around furniture. When the boy wanted to keep out of sight he was very good at doing so. “Grogu, where are you?” It was nearing bed time which made sense why he would hide. Lately, he’d been wanting to stay up later and later. Usually though it would only take you repeating yourself once for him to come out of hiding. You stopped in place and set your hands on your hips. “Grogu, baby, I’m being serious now. I need you to come out.”

Seconds later, you watched Grogu squirm out from under the couch with a frown. You blinked in surprise. ‘How did he even fit⏤ nevermind.’ He waddled over to you slowly, dragging out the motion, and you knelt down. “Ma…”

“What’s going on?” You didn’t hesitate to scoop him up into your arms. 

“Don’t wanna.”

“Don’t wanna what?” You asked. Grogu mumbled under his breath a mix of Basic, Mando’a, and gibberish. You walked toward the bathroom, bouncing him lightly, and Din glanced up from where he was working on reattaching a new door to the broken frame.

Din was dressed in his sleep clothes and his helmet’s visor focused on the two of you, “Everything alright?”

“I think so.” You reassured him. “Someone just doesn’t want to go to bed.”

“Listen to Ma, ad’ika.” Din hummed distractedly while shifting his attention back to the door frame.

Grogu was too big for the sink, but he wasn’t quite big enough to shower on his own yet. Din had bought an attachment for the sink that could be filled with water and used as a little tub. Bath time ended up being one of your favorite times with Grogu just because he had so much fun playing in the water. You had even bought him toys and bubbles. 

You set Grogu down on the ground so you could get his bath set up, “Get undressed, baby.” When you got the water to a comfortable temperature, you glanced down to see Grogu was shifting in place. “Grogu?” Something definitely seemed wrong now. You carefully picked him up to stand on the counter. “What’s going on?”

Grogu squirmed uncomfortably and eyed the water skeptically. You reached out to hold his hand, but he must have assumed you were going to get him undressed for the bath. He burst into tears making your eyes widen in alarm and he lunged forward. Quickly, you opened your arms and caught him. He clung to you desperately and sobbed in your shoulder.

“Grogu, I need you to talk to me.” You rubbed his back. 

Din was immediately at your side. One hand settled on your lower back while the other reached out to set his hand on Grogu as well. “Me’bana?”

“No, no. No bath.” Grogu shook his head frantically.

You glanced up at Din, worried, and then back to the boy, “Why not? I thought you liked bath time.”

“No more water. Bad.”

“Since when is he scared of water?” You asked Din in a soft whisper.

“Uh,” Din shifted in his stance and cleared his throat, “Good question.”

“Bad. Water hurt buir.” Grogu whimpered.

Your eyes widened, but Din ran his hand lovingly over the back of Grogu’s head. He threaded through his hair with a reassuring hum, “Ad’ika, that would never happen to you. You’re always safe here.”

“What happened? What is he talking about, Din?” You demanded. Din stiffened and remained silent. You tilted your head and narrowed your eyes in a glare. “Din?”

He cleared his throat, again, “During our trip to Mandalore, there was an incident… I may have, er, fallen into the Living Waters…” Your jaw popped open. “With my gear on.”

“You nearly drowned and never told me??”

“...In my defense, I did tell you that I nearly died three times in one day.”

“No.” You shook your head. “You didn’t. Bo Katan did.”

“Nuance?”

You began to speak but forced yourself to stop. With a glare, you lifted your hand to point at him. “This conversation is not over. You hear me?” Din quickly bobbed his head up and down sheepishly. You returned your attention to Grogu and rubbed his back again. “Buir is right though, baby. You are safe here.” You shifted so Grogu was forced to peel his face away from the crook of your shoulder. He rubbed his watery eyes and you offered him a soft, reassuring smile. “I would never let anything happen to you.”

Grogu sniffled. “Ma promise?”

“Ma promises.” You leaned forward and brushed your nose against his back and forth until he giggled. You could feel your own features brighten at the sound and and snuggled him closer to your chest so you could tickle his sides. Din chuckled from beside you. “How about this? Let’s jump straight to the bubbles today. Yeah?”

Grogu bounced in your arms happily. “Bubbles. Bubbles. Bubbles.”

The little boy’s fears had been qualmed enough for you to get him into the bath’s warm water and you filled it with as many bubbles as possible. Enough that it billowed up and nearly swallowed the giddy boy whole. Din had paused on fixing the door to wrap his arms around you and rest his chin on your shoulder. The cold beskar pressed to the side of you face was comforting⏤ you associated it with Din’s presence and care. 

“So?” Din murmured softly. You could hear the curl of his lips in his voice. “How much trouble am I in, ner kar’ta?”

“Oh, a lot, mister.” You replied and scooped up a handful of bubbles to rest on top of Grogu’s damp hair. “So, so much trouble.” Grogu clapped his hands to make the bubbles surrounding him float up. You turned and pressed a kiss to the temple of his helmet. “Like you wouldn’t believe.”

Din chuckled and his hand lifted to reach the lid of his helmet. “I’d rather your lips on my skin.”

“I bet you would.” You turned your head to look back at Grogu. “Shame you’re in trouble.”

You heard the deep rumble of his laugh, felt it against your back where his chest was pressed, and a small smile lifted the corner of your lips. You unhooked the drain, but left Grogu in because you knew he liked playing with the water as it spun down. Din shifted so his head hid behind yours and you heard a quiet hiss before you felt his lips press softly to your neck. You still felt the chill of beskar as well so he probably only lifted it up enough to kiss you.

“Can I show you how sorry I am?” Din mumbled against your skin.

“Trying to seek redemption, Djarin?” You teased.

Din tugged on the back of your shirt to reveal more skin to kiss. You tried to ignore his innocent kisses and filled the cup with warm water to rinse off the remaining suds on Grogu’s skin. Din’s teeth brushed against your skin and you jumped just enough to make Din chuckle. 

“Make yourself useful and get me Grogu’s towel.” You chimed. Din squeezed your waist before tugging his helmet down and wandering away. When he stepped out of the bathroom you shook your head at Grogu. “Your buir is trouble, you know that?” He giggled and you ran your hand through his damp hair to make it stand up on end. “Must be where you get it from.”

“Ma like trouble.” Grogu replied.

“I suppose I do.” You bopped his nose with the tip of your finger making him scrunch up his face with a snicker. Din returned with the fluffy, gray hooded towel you had bought him at market and you took it from him. “Thanks, honey.”

You wrapped Grogu up in the towel and began to dry him off. Din put his chin back on your shoulder, “I like that.”

“Like what?” You asked absentmindedly while carefully pulling Grogu’s ears through the holes you had cut in the hood for them. Grogu beamed up at you while bundled up in his towel. “Hm?”

“When you call me that.” Din answered and you could hear the slight embarrassment in his tone.

You pulled Grogu into your arms and turned to smirk at him. “What? Honey?” Din just tilted his head at you. “Who would’ve thought such a simple pet name would make the big, strong Mandalorian weak?”

“Everything you do makes me weak.” Din chimed. He leaned over to press his forehead against yours. After a beat, Grogu began to whine and hold his hands up. Din was grinning, you could hear it in his voice, and he leaned down, “Sorry, ad’ika. I didn’t mean to leave you out.” Din set his head against Grogu and when the boy was satisfied with the love he pushed Din back and lifted his arms up to you. You chuckled and leaned down to press your own forehead against Grogu’s. “Hey, no more stalling. It’s bedtime.”

Grogu blew a raspberry at his words and Din’s hands fell to his hips. You reached out to lightly rap your knuckles against the side of his helmet. “Don’t you have a door to fix, honey?”

Din shook his head while you slipped out of the bathroom to head to Din’s bedroom. You scrounged up Grogu’s pajamas and helped the boy into them. By the time you got him dressed for bed, he was already beginning to yawn and his eyelids began to droop. You set him in his hammock but lingered to murmur a soft lullaby while petting the boy’s soft hair and dragging your finger down the bridge of his nose. When Grogu’s eyes finally drifted close you nestled his stuffed frog closer to his body and tucked him in. Carefully, you pressed your lips to his forehead before sneaking out of the room. 

The second the bedroom door was shut, Din was on you. He wrapped his arm around your waist pulling you close and dragging you further back from the bedroom. “Eyes, ner kar’ta.” Unable to hold the shock, fear, and irritation that came with the mental image of him drowning, you closed your eyes at his command. Din yanked off his helmet, you heard the sound of it lightly hitting the floor, and then Din was pushing you backwards until you felt your back bump into the wall. You squeezed your eyes closed tighter to resist the urge to look at him as you felt his form surround you entirely. You tilted your chin up, and your lips involuntarily parted in anticipation. Din chuckled. “Good girl.”

The words sent a sharp thrill through you and you let out a soft gasp that was muffled by his lips latching onto yours. Din was everywhere and everything. His hot tongue explored your mouth while his hands roamed your body. They brushed down your neck, across your collarbones, down your sides⏤ Din didn’t let any part of you go untouched. Then his lips followed the path of his hands. You missed the taste of him, but the way he left open mouth kisses along your jaw and down to your neck made you moan.

“Am I close to redemption?” Din asked in a husky voice.

“Getting there, honey.” You repeated the nickname you knew he liked and Din groaned before kissing back up your neck and sucking your earlobe between his teeth. It seemed like Din was making up for lost time when it came to using his mouth, and you were growing obsessed with his obsession of constantly keeping his lips against your skin. 

Din returned his lips to yours for a moment more before pulling back. “We need to go to bed.”

You jutted your lip out in a pout. “Last I checked, we didn't have bedtimes.”

“No, but we have to be up early.” Din replied and you heard the excitement seep into his voice. “Peli will be here before the shop opens to pick up Grogu and then we can leave for our first courting session.”

You reached out to set your hands on his chest and slowly dragged them up to his neck and then carefully cupped his face. Hearing how eager he sounded for your date made your heart swell. Your fingers dragged through scruff that covered his jawline and you pulled him closer to set a soft kiss against his lip. Din seemed to melt in your touch and he let out a sigh through his nose⏤ his hand coming up to cup the back of your head. When you finally broke apart, you grinned in excitement yourself. “Tomorrow is gonna be so great. I can’t wait.” 

Din moved and a moment later that same cool beskar kissed your forehead. You let your eyes slowly open and you were greeted by the sight of your reflection in his dark visor. You let your finger trail against the edge of where the metal met glass. The thought of what tomorrow could bring made your heart flutter in your chest and for the thousandth time since Din returned with Grogu, you thanked your lucky stars that this was your life.

mando'a translations

ad'ika: little one buir: father ner kar'ta: my heart me'bana: what's happening?

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#the mandalorian #din djarin #din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #a fresh start #reader insert #mando x reader #mando x you

[dinadearine]

Mizu with MixedRace!FEM!reader headcannons (quite accurate?)

so I would say she WOULD be very intrigued, getting to meet someone similar to her (yk that one scene in the brothel when an albino prostitute has blue eyes as well)

at first, she is skeptical whether she should trust you or not.

it made her decisions quite difficult to choose since she was betrayed by someone she loved (The fucker Mikio and her 'Mama')

and secondly, she WILL ask about your life like 'How does it feel like being treated differently?' LIKE as cold and stoic as possible,not really tryna show any kinds of signs of interest, she knew how it'll cause consequences of how you will treat her, or how you will talk to her, and possibly gonna be soft about it (A harsh tone, but some soft words.)

she has no interest on becoming TOO close (Poor Mizu) and while you two talk about how it felt like being treated less human, you can't clearly see her expressions growing softer, or tensed, She is really good at regaining composure and masking her expressions with the usual stoic one, and trying her best not to give in being too friendly with you.

well, if possible, if you two grew close enough, she can freely take off her glasses when she's alone with or without you, cause she knows damn well you are watching over her, even though she doesn't give a fuck about your presence near her. she may sometimes look away from you gaze as if she's hiding her blue eyes from you, but she is comfortable enough to not actually wear the glasses.

it will take a long time to gain her trust, like.. half a table spoon each month.. and after like.. idk maybe more than nine months, or a year (possibly four and a half of her trust (I counted the trust spoon from earlier lol) is enough to be close to you) she can freely tell you that she is a WOMANNNI swear, if ever your face grow red as she mentioned it, she knows what's going on in your mind, iykyk... (⁠ ͡⁠°⁠ ͜⁠ʖ⁠ ͡⁠°⁠)but, you respect HER, respect is one of her biggest thing (not sexually) and she is grateful for that.

or if ever you were disguising as a man aswell, and you revealed yourself to her, she will be surprised and amused. How could she not noticing your we a woman? now she thinks she's getting less smart since she didn't know, but she won't complain about it.

she would be both uncomfortable and yet amused by your demeanor. (especially if you're as stoic as her)

she can practically treats you like a sibling (if you have no interest in her) or a friend with benefits (if you HAVE interest in her)

just like Ringo, she would be very annoyed with you if ever your a golden retriever like Ringo, annoyed, but not much.

in the dynamic, she is obviously the black cat.

(I'll post more if I remembered what I forgot to out here. iykyk)

#the blue eyed samurai #mizu bes #blue eye samurai #mizu blue eye samurai #mizu headcanons

[urlocalnonbinarybastardwrites]

How would the gang react to a m!soc reader that honest to god courts Pony?? Like, the whole package.

I know it’s not very realistic considering their time period, but let’s just say that m!soc isn’t very up to date on the way most Tulsa teens date. Instead of calling Pony or taking him out to the movies, m!soc does things like writing Pony literal pages of heartfelt letters, kissing Pony’s hand, buying Pony lots of genuinely thought-out gifts, etc.

M!soc comes from a very traditional and Catholic family - but despite his upbringing, m!soc constantly reassures Pony he is not ashamed of their relationship and wants to give Pony the absolute world. He says the most poetic shit abt Pony’s personality and looks and sees genuine beauty in Pony’s life, even though it’s so different from his

M!soc is lowkey a rlly quiet and sullen person. If resting sad face was a thing, he’d have it and it’d be absolutely heartbreaking. The way he looks at Pony is the way jewelers handle a diamond- with pure admiration, unadulterated care and painful consideration. M!soc knows that within seconds he could give Pony anything and everything, but he knows Pony hates charity and he completely respects it, never daring to cross any of Pony’s boundaries in case he loses the one good thing he knows

Sure pookie I love this

Gang Reacts to Pony with M!Conservative!Down Bad! Soc

Ponyboy Curtis

-he’s so flattered he doesn’t really know what to do

-feels like he doesn’t deserve the attention

-he keeps all the gifts and feels like he’s in a story

-like you’re the Romeo to his Juliet my man

-I mean he literally feels like he’s in a fairytale

-and has never met anyone who can make him feel like that

-he loves it so much and loves you back too

-he admires you so much and doesn’t judge you for being a Soc

-loves everything about you, your soft sullen eyes

-your thoughtful heart

-you both go on the most fantastic well thought out dates

-he feels like he isn’t good enough for you and needs constant reassurance

Johnny Cade

-he really likes you

-he thinks you’re amazing for Pony

-he looks upon the piles and piles of gifts in awe and wonder

Sodapop Curtis

-it’s hard for him to wrap his mind around the fact you actually exist

-you just seem so.. almost mystical

-with your eyes and wallets and old fashioned behavior

-he is kinda playful skeptical of your relationship at first

-but grows more comfortable with you over time when he sees you happy you make Ponyboy

-and how heartfelt you are

Darry Curtis

-doesn’t like you one bit at first

-judges you for being a Soc

-which

-slowly starts to change when he sees how amazingly seem to improve pony’s mood

-he gets into fights with him less, even

-he’s really happy that pony has someone like you

-lowkey asks you to pay for pony’s college 😭

Dallas Winston

-he doesn’t know how the shit pony got so lucky

-he finds you a bit off at first but I mean hey

-Pony’s got himself a sugar daddy/j he would say that tho 💀

Two Bit Mathews

-he is actually so happy and supportive

-he makes teasing quips about how pony’s lover is stuck in the 19th century

-but that’s about it

-genuinely gets excited whenever pony talks about you

Steve Randle

-he definitely teases Pony about it

-eh fuck it he can be happy for sodapops kid brother just this once

-he does secretly really ship you both

-he and soda both talk about how cute you both are together

#urlocalnonbinarybastardwritesanswers #the outsiders hcs #the outsiders headcanons #two bit mathews #johnny cade #the outsiders #dallas winston #darry curtis #sodapop curtis #steve randle #ponyboy curtis

[thegrimreaperisanerd]

hi :) binge read your de fic that you have posted on ao3 last night and really enjoyed all of it! excited to see any updates. was wondering if you have any rec for other fic youve read and enjoyed-- i am not god's bravest soldier and do not enjoy trudging through tags and was wondering if you had read anything yourself that you really enjoyed lolol

Hey, thanks so much!!! Sorry it's taken a couple days to answer this, I'm poor as shit and have two jobs now wah... capitilism...

I'm working on the next 46' chapter, It's about 70% complete and I generally let it sit for an evening once it's done then re-read it the next day to catch the vast majority of mistakes (I edit everything myself) so I'd say expect that in the coming days.

I have some thoughts! I... Have never been asked for fic recs before so I'm gonna list a bunch in no particular order that I enjoyed, and reasons why. I will note that I tend to enjoy meaty plot-based works over fluff, so that's what I'll be recommending. Anyway!

Paddling Out (THE REPEATER CORPSE CONUNDRUM) - @transhitman - So this is the first DE fic I read and it set the bar pretty fucking high. YOU'VE GOT: a very cool and insular setting (don't get me wrong I like fics where they travel around Revachol too, but there's something to be said for building a set and living in it for a while) YOU'VE GOT: extremely harrowing tension and pale-fuckery YOU'VE GOT: some genuinely beautiful, heartfelt moments (I don't want to spoil anything but "people don't need your permission to care about you" kinda undid me) YOU'VE ALSO GOT: Amazing art?! Always a bonus, I wish I could draw people lol

Have You Heard The News That You're Dead? - Wizardlover - Time Loop shenanigans hell yeah! Basic premise: Kim is *unable* to save Harry's life after he's shot at the tribunal, each time he dies he Reawakens in Martinaise on the first day and desperately has to try and find a way to either prevent the Tribunal entirely, or survive it. I think the major draw to this one is how well it's characterised and how well that lends to the major source of tension: trying to convince THE WORLD'S BIGGEST SKEPTIC that you *a man he 'has only just met'* is actually stuck in a time loop. Juicy shit.

The Case Of The Man Who Two-Thirds Wasn't There - @glisteningceruleaneyes - We got another case fic here, gang. This is one of those "they travel around Revachol" numbers I previously mentioned. A lot to love about this fic; the minor OCs are all loveable (or at least well-written, looking at you Mr. Bigot-All-Rounder), the elements of writing in the game's style (particularly use of Harry's 'to do' list that you find in the ledger, you don't see that as often!) are all fantastic. Also without spoiling too much I'm a sucker for hurt/ comfort :) I like when bad things happen to our specialist guy :) ALSO! alternating chapters, Kim vs Harry's perspectives contrast REALLY well! Just a super enjoyable read. - On that note I also wanna include a special mention: there's a podfic for this one and since I mentioned my two jobs, I've been listening to audiobooks at work (I'm a cleaner. It's very boring) and that was a fun change of pace!

The Emergent Causeway - hal_incandenza - Now you KNOW this one is good because it's the only *unfinished* fic I'm recommending. Again, We've got art! We've got a brand new (non-Revachol!) setting that still feels excellently Elysium! We got that excellent balance of humour and misery from the get go! EXCELLENT murder mystery so far, I am intrigued AND also there's a fucking puppy. Hell yeah. This one's from Kim's perspective and does a really good job of it, nothing like a man being begrudgingly sent on holiday and being somewhat relieved to have a corpse to deal with.

A Spilled Kaleidoscope - @spilledkaleidoscope - I'm actually recommending a series here. Real definition of "came for the art, stayed for the writing" I mostly have a soft spot because I got to watch a few "haha, what if-?" musing text posts become a series of written chapters and INCREDIBLE DRAWINGS HOLY SHIT. Like, you really just draw hands for fun, huh? This person made a pact with some sort of devil beasts to draw hands very good, at the bare minimum we can read their fiction.

Nothing To Lose But Our Chains - Lepak - I almost forgot this one and I honestly can't believe it because this is one of these ones that you need a cigarette afterwards. Good fucking god. This is probably the best fic I've ever read in terms of not shying away from the heavy themes that make Disco Elysium such a beautiful, moving game. It tackles a racism in many forms, particularly how people like Kim (in working for the RCM) and immigration laws do their part in upholding racist systems, despite the way it hurts him too. Of course, it's also excellently written with tense scenes and some real funny moments. A real good'un here.

The Catacomb Killer - SupposedToBeWriting - Give Harry more memory loss. Make him convinced he killed a kid. Make *Kim* convinced he killed a kid... Then the plot thickens. I won't lie I can't remember fuck all about this one because I was mostly drunk when I read it, but if it was good enough that I kept reading instead of smoking a spliff or something then it must have been excellent... I will re-read it when I have the time, lmao.

MURDER ON THE AIRWAVES - @randomisedmongoose - I'm just a really big fan of murder mysteries and gore. You show me somebody with brain matter pouring from their earholes and I'm like "yum yum, more of that please." I am a sucker for curious methods of murder and this one's good for that. Lots of trekking back and forth like in the game again. More ACAB - always good.

I did not mean to include this many...........................

Oh well. Here's my list, there are plenty of others I've enjoyed but these are just the ones that came to mind! Thanks again for reading my fic! Always makes me happy when people let me know they enjoy my writing :3

#hey if i tagged u in this and u don't want to be tagged then PLEASE lemme know and i'll remove u #likewise i dont know if everyone has tumblr so if u know somebody does ping this post their way and if they wanna be tagged let me know and #i'll do that #fic recs

[starsurface]

Hii! Can you do hcs for little Kenshi from mk1 please?

Man I adore Kenshi!! He's super cool. :3

TW: Mentions of the Yakuza, references to hitting, and references about his eyes

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Regressor Kenshi Takahashi HCs

❤️ Regressed to about 3-6

❤️ Very rarely, but sometimes he'll regress to almost babyspace

❤️ Found out about regression from Liu Kang

❤️ The God was worried because before age regression, Kenshi's coping mechanism was fighting/sparring or training until his feet gave out beneath him

❤️ Was a bit, lot, skeptical of it at first but ended up slipping very quickly with Liu Kang's help

❤️ His main CGs are probably Johnny and Liu Kang (Tomas too, avid Smokencage shipper over here)

❤️ Likes having Raiden, Kung Lao, and Syzoth baby sit him from time to time

❤️ Sento will also help too!! That's their grand baby after all!!

❤️ Sento’s actually a slightly difficult provlem because sometimes Kenshi wants to see when hes small but also has a habit of unsheathing the katana

❤️ ^ Luckily Sento's Guardians will scold him because he knows he's not suppose to play with the pretty sword

❤️ Which is so totally unfair btw, he might be small, but that doesn't mean he'll hurt himself!! >:/ (has accidently cut himself multiple times while small and came blubbering to you about it)

❤️ Well, he can't exactly cry because, uh, he has no . . . eyes

❤️ But his lip will start quivering and his face will get all red and he'll make the sounds of crying

❤️ It also kinda stings a bit, since his tear production will works, even if it's damaged, but doesn't have anywhere to go

❤️ Will sometimes freak out over his eyes and start gawing at them with his hands

❤️ You've gotta gently grab his hands and tell him that he's hurting himself and can't do that

❤️ In moments like these you just gotta hold him and rock him, letting him feel your heartbeat and hold onto something soft like his blankie

❤️ He's normally very good with the rules and doesn't like breaking them

❤️ Like, he knows if he draws on the floor or the walls, he's gonna have to clean it up and his pretty art won't stay, so why try it?

❤️ But if he does get in trouvle, he has a small habit of throwing hissy fits

❤️ Foot stomping, raised voice, throwing whatever he has in his hands at the ground (never you though, even in these moments he doesn't wanna hurt you)

❤️ These can usually be delt very quickly with an arms crossed and that look that just screams he's in trouble

❤️ I know he just yelled at you, but don't yell at him please

❤️ Stern voice is okay, but he will be fearful if you raise your voice and try to go hide away somewhere to feel safe again

❤️ Don't hit him either. There are times he might flinch when he knows your upset and then go completely silent on you

❤️ You've gotta just hold him and remind him that he isn't with the Yakuza anymore, they can't hurt him anymore

❤️ Best punishments for him are the naughty corner, but he has to be able to bring his blankie (more on that later)

❤️ He doesn't exactly baby regress but on days where all he can think about is his Yakkuza life, he feels very small and fuzzy and all he really wants is to be held, comforted, and loved

❤️ ^ These days he goes mostly nonverbal, and can get fussy if you don't immediately know what he wants

❤️ It's not your fault, nor his fault, he's just feeling a lot of negative emotions right now and doesn't know how to process them

❤️ When he does get that small, I can see him being a padded regressor out of comfort, but I dunno

❤️ Absolutely adores sippy cups (and cried one time because Johnny teased him for it, don't worry!! Johnny apologized for it and they made up)

❤️ Favorite regression item he owns is this smallish soft, fuzzy blankie he owns

❤️ He had to kinda hike his knees to his tummy if he wants to be wrapped in it, but it's still his favorite

❤️ This blankie is his best friend and he will drag it everywhere (never actually draws it though, kinda just holds it in his arms or on his lap)

❤️ His favorite part of the blanket is how soft and fuzzy it is because he can just shove his fave in it and appreciate the textures

❤️ Gets absolutely destroyed when you have to wash it

❤️ No amount of explaining will help your case, he'll either sit by the washer going ‘🥺’ until it's done, or will steal your blankie because it smells like you

❤️ Cuddles and physical affection is a must, especially is Sento isn't around

❤️ ^ Even if Sento is around, he still wants (silently demands) cuddles

❤️ Favorite little nicknames are Kenny, Honey, Little Guy, and Baby

❤️ Although if you called him any nickname, he'll be all giggly and hide in your shoulder

❤️ I can also see him as a kitty regressor

❤️ Will paw at your leg and snuggle on your lap, demanding head scratchies

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

He's my baby, I love him. 🥺

#age regression #agere #sfw age regression #age regression headcanons #mortal kombat agere #sfw agere #age regressor #mk agere #mk1 #mk1 headcanons #mk kenshi #mk kenshi takahashi #kenshi takahashi #Regressor Kenshi #regressor kenshi takahashi #little kenshi #regressor kenshi #kenshi takahashi x reader #kenshi x reader

[reidslovely]

heyy! can you give us more about frat!peter?

totally!! I'm not sure what you wanna know though specifically so here's some word vomit i sent to my moot stella weeks ago. you guys should totally feel free to talk to me about any frat!peter headcanons and questions you have him and reader/bashful are my world rn and I could answer any question you have about him/her/them. but right here is a run down of only frat!pete and how I perceive him

Frat!Peter has the biggest ego but he's totally not a jerk..at least not once you get to know him. He's an engineering and biochem double major but he's taken journalism/photography electives and that’s where he and his gf met. He's automatically flirting with her and it's like dude come on..really?? Cause everyone knows about Peter Parker. He could have any girl he wants but he's never publicly dated anyone?? Weird. Maybe he's too good. Which makes her skeptical, so it’s like leave me alone totally not interested but he very quickly wins her over. The jerk side a total front and she is quick to discredit that rumor and let everyone know what a big soft teddy bear nerd he really is. (however it is not a front when it comes to his girl though stay twenty five feet away from her)

He definitely rushed with his friend as a joke and didn’t actually think he’s get in but turns out he’s a legacy (his dad and uncle ben both were members) and the guys think he’s a great pick and i mean it doesn’t hurt that the girls like him so come on how could they not let this dude in?? He does let it go to his head a little because it’s basically gonna pay for his college. How could he not get a little cocky and slacky. Besides for once in his life people like him and not just because he’ll get them a good grade on a project. However he does start to come down from this and gets his head out of his ass.

Yes he does still have his powers and is managing spider man, college, and his frat responsibilities. Which is why he had to step down from secretary to social chair sophomore/junior year. He totally showed up in the frat in his costume several times and his brothers chose to never mention it, it’s a secret that dies with them. Besides, their best friend is spider man?? How fucking cool.

His girlfriend does find out four months into the relationship when he shows up to their date dressed in the top of the costume and his button up not covering it at all and it finally explains so so sos os SO much.

Like stated previously he was elected secretary his sophomore year (first to happen) and had to step down to social chair later which he enjoyed much better cause their stuff was pretty much laid out in a rule book for them.

YES he does have a little (a freshman you mentor not the other kind of little) in my mind I aged Miles up a little bit to be his little freshie which ends up being super convenient when Miles ends up getting bit and they split spider man and other duties within the frat. But if not Miles I like to think he takes on carbon copy of himself when he first joined: angry, skeptical, and kind of shy and scared to reach out in fear of rejection and he teaches him that all these emotions are okay and valid but there are alot of good people in this community.

Speed run: he played on the lacrosse team very briefly until spider man got him thrown off- he rejoined later after Miles came into the picture, however he and the other guys are known for playing basketball on their front lawn and all the girls like to stop and watch (which drives his gf crazy and she has to make out with him to reclaim what’s hers and he eats that the fuck up.) As social chair he is obligated to work homecoming, and even though it’s not allowed since his gf is not in greek life he def asks her for help/ideas (his brothers know but they like him and his gf to much to care).

And yes he’s shocked that he's on the honor roll because how can he balance all this stuff and still come out? Maybe he is a genius, and slowly burning out.

That's all I got right now, please ask me more lore about frat!peter and or him and bashful/reader thank you that was my press conference

#tasm peter parker x reader #tasm peter #tasm peter imagines #tasm peter blurb #tasm peter x reader #frat!peter

[gabessquishytum]

Okay as a Particular Kind of asexual I have a rather specific au. It could work for both Hob or Dream but for my purposes let's go with Dream on this one. Human Dream is a HUGE workaholic. Like stressed 24/7, can't relax for the life of him, insomnia to the MAX. he's tried EVERYTHING. Yoga, affirmations, candles, drugs, fuck it he's even tried going GLUTEN FREE for fucks sake but nothing can break this cycle of physical and mental stress. He's gotten the "You need to get laid dude" but he can give HIMSELF an orgasm just fine, and it hasn't reset his brain or body, and the effort of going out, finding someone who wants him, determining whether they're a seriel killer, doing the Whole Hookup Song and Dance, with the high probability that it won't even work or be particularly good? It's just more stress on his plate. So a friend, could be a good friend (Lucienne) or a bad friend (Corinthian), suggest he see a Professional. A professional Dom, that is. He needs out of his head for a while, and that's the whole idea right? Just letting someone else do the driving. Cue Hob, Gentle Dom Extraordinaire, who has JUST the right touch for this mess of a man. He's kind and friendly, the kind of guy you WANT to listen to honestly, a guy you can trust, and he never gets meaner than some teasing, keeping Dream from feeling defensive and storming off. Dream goes in pretty skeptical of the whole thing, but by the time he's come out he's already addicted. Their first few sessions are distictly non sexual, but after a while they start branching out, working out Dream's physical stress...

I do think it would be really good in the other direction too, I just don't think Hob would have particular trouble NEEDING a Dom, I think he'd just try it as he does many things in his Insatiable Lust for Life and falls for Dream's Domming specifically. Soft Dom Dream? You'd never guess, especially since outside their sessions he's such a..stone cold asshole tbh. You'd think he'd be mean and demanding, but his soft deep voice says such sweet things instead, Hob MELTS.

Thanks for the platform to project all this outwards, it would be stewing in my mind FORVER otherwise

Ooo yes I'm a big fan of domination being a part of lifestyle which isn't always sexual. Dream being dommed into basic self care is something that can be so personal actually. And honestly? I can see Hob benefitting from the same thing. I can definitely imagine him going through fluctuating mental health and needing a steady hand to get him back on the right track.

Back to Dream, though. I love the idea of him going to Hob with certain expectations (Cori told him that it would be all whips and chains). But Hob is soft and kind, and he quickly puts Dream at ease. The first session is all about finding out what Dream wants, what his triggers are, how he wants to feel at the end. Hob eases him into the dynamic by guiding him through a series of orders - it's more like a guided breathing exercise than anything else, and it does give Dream a more realistic idea of what sessions with Hob are going to be like. There's also a very nice massage specifically for Dream’s hands, which he's never had before.

He leaves feeling like he's floating, with strict instructions from Hob to call if he feels any negative side effects whatsoever. He can't believe how good he feels! And he wants to be such a good boy for Hob.

Within a few weeks, Dream is eating nutritious meals and going to bed without his work laptop. He's got more important things to do in bed! He's got to send Hob a picture of his cute little hole stretching around an egg plug by 9pm, or he'll be in big trouble...

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft

[confessionbrain-writings]

Thrilling Evening part one - Syverson

Summary: It’s been a while since you and your two best friends went out since your breakup. The three of you having a long lasting friendship based on the most ridiculous and challenging bets. After losing a bet against them where you have to wear your vibrating panties for the evening the three end up in a bar where you meet this handsome man. Which makes your evening even more thrilling…

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Reader

Warnings: kissing, grabbing, implied smut

A/N: Haven’t been on Tumblr for a few years but am now back since watching The Witcher and falling totally in love with Henry Cavill. After reading some of the most amazing (smut) fics (from @sillyrabbit81​, @littlefreya​ and @hertzwritings​ ) with some of his amazing characters I decided to give it a go myself. This story has been in my head for days and here is me trying to write it out. Hopefully you enjoy it too. Please let me know if I am missing something. Feedback is very welcome!

P.S. English isn’t my mother tongue so apologies if some parts are not quite right, I’m trying :)

Thrilling evening

“Oh come on Y/N!” Cassie says while twirling your unused vibrating panties around her fingers with a smirk on her face. 

“It’s such a shame you never got to wear these when you were with Colin” You roll your eyes at her statement. 

“As if these panties could have saved our dead boring relationship” you responded. 

You had a relationship with Colin for almost 2 years but the more time passed you realized that this wasn’t going to work. Even though he was a super sweet and quite handsome accountant you missed the thrill in your relationship. He was way too soft for you and your needs. The biggest turn off for you was his reaction to that one time when you bought a very revealing body with matching handcuffs. His eyes widened like a deer in headlights telling you that “no way you put that on looking like a whore”. Not to speak of the fact that you had your left nipple pierced and ordered the vibrating panties, which you unfortunately never got to wear with him.

Your two best friends since high school, Cassie and Lauren, had shared their thoughts on how Colin was quite a marshmallow and you probably should’ve listened to them earlier. Oh well, even though the first few weeks were a bit of a bummer you weren’t that heartbroken over him and actually enjoyed your time being single. 

The three of you went out more often just like the good old days when Lauren came up with this idea of playing a game to spice things up. Before going out you rounded up at Cassie’s place who lived in the city center with loads of bars, pubs and clubs around the corner. Before leaving you got ready together and played the ‘blow out’ game which you all quite mastered by now.

On the table there would be a glass filled with tequila topped with a deck of cards where you had to blow off at least one card but also not all of them. The previous loser got to come up with the new ‘loser prize’ and since you lost last time, where you had to make out with 5 people within the hour, you brought the vibrating panties which you hadn’t be able to use yet. Thinking that this would bring you all some fun and the thought of Lauren of Cassie wearing them in public while controlling them brought you to tears.

The excitement rising in the three of you as the deck got thinner and thinner. It was your turn to blow the deck consisting of a few cards. Taking a deep breath you let if out slowly resulting in four cards flying off the deck which now consisted of two cards. You already felt the victory. 

“Oh fuck you Y/N!” Lauren complained while Cassie leaned over the table onto her arms to observe the cards. You gleamed while taking a sip of your drink and humming to the music that was playing.

“Nice to know that these panties won’t go to waste and will give us some fun tonight”. 

You wiggled your brow at Cassie who kept looking skeptically at Lauren and the deck. 

“I’m not so sure who will have the most fun though” Lauren said while also leaning forward onto the table.

Cassie took a big breath and began to blow slow and subtle. Most of the times she would blow neither or all the cards when there were such few left. At first the cards didn’t budge but when she blew a bit harder one of the two remaining cards flew off the deck onto the table. Resulting in Cassie coming up cheering and pointing at you.

“Fuck you bitch!” She yelled with triumph and made a victory dance move. Lauren started laughing too and clapped her hands.

“Seems like you get to wear them yourself after all girl!” She said while bending forward blowing the last card of the deck revealing the glass filled with tequila.

Your eyes widened. “Oh fuck me!” Slamming the table with your hands Cassie shoved the glass in your direction while twirling the panties in your face. You didn’t expect to lose this round.

“Bottoms up and panty’s on!” she smirked which made you all laugh out loud.

“Oh heavens, may the Lord have my soul tonight” you sigh picking the glass up while Cassie and Lauren gave each other a high five. You set your lips against the glass and tilt it back so the two gulps of tequila made its way through your throat leaving a burning sting. 

“You go girl!” Lauren cheered you on while Cassie cooed for you.

“Urgh” you grunt while slamming the glass on the table. “Didn’t think I would lose again tonight”

Cassie grinned “Not so sure if you are really losing tonight though, it’s kind of a win win situation knowing you’ll get an orgasm without having to do anything for it!”. 

You chuckle at her words and shake your head. Lauren got up and stretched.

“Alright time to get dressed and head to the pub”. 

The three of you got up and got dressed. Since you were going to a pub you decided not to go too classy but the unwritten rule was to at least wear something with heels. Cassie wearing a denim short with a deep blue sleeveless turtle neck. Lauren went for a body con army green dress with some deep brown boots while you put on a short skirt, deep cut long sleeved red shirt and some black heels and of course your vibrating panties. 

“Okay all good to go” you say after checking your make-up in the mirror. You covered your eyelashes with a layer of mascara and went for a deep red lipstick which makes your lips pop. 

“Yeah almost, just one more thing…” Lauren says when you’re checking the mirror and touched up your deep brown hair. While looking in the mirror you suddenly feel the panties vibrate which makes you yelp, the unexpected vibrating sensation reaching your core.

“Oh God” you squeaked at the sensation making Lauren and Cassie laugh out loud. Looking over at Lauren who holds the small controller of the panties and waving with it. She turned it off and you let out a sigh in relieve.

“You girls are gonna be the death of me tonight” with these words you got your bag and head to the door.

“Oh we’re gonna have so much fun with this” Cassie said while pulling the door shut behind her back leaving for the pub.

Not even twenty minutes later you arrived at the pub which was already buzzing with loads of people sipping mostly beer, playing darts or having a chat while in the corner a few people were moving to the loud music blasting. 

On the way to the pub your friends teased you by turning the panties on to the maximum level which made you sat down on the sidewalk, clutching your thighs together while the intense vibrations shot a throbbing feeling through your pit making it hard to stand, let alone walk.

The tree of you laughing so hard that you stopped walking and trying to catch your breath. This is going to be a difficult evening for you knowing that your friends will tease you all night, already regretting choosing the panties as the loser prize for the blow out game.

“Okay girls, the usual?” You asked when Lauren and Cassie took a seat at the booth.

“Yes please, and maybe a single orgasm for you?” Cassie asked while taking over the controller from Lauren and pressing the button which made you lunge forward on the table squeezing your legs shut while a “fuck” crumpled over your lips. 

Thankfully she turned it off quickly while smirking at Lauren. “I already think this will be my favorite loser prize of all time” Lauren nodding at her statement.

“Can we please have a little more time between the torture, especially when we are here now. I would really like to enjoy it without coming near an orgasm every few minutes” 

Both Cassie and Lauren smiled and nodded at you while you were making your way towards the bar to get your drinks. Bartender Mike was just taking an order which gives you time to look around to see who was at the bar. Seeing some strangers and a few familiar faces you’ve seen before, who waved at you when they saw you looking. Waving back with a smile you turned your head looking indirectly at the people at the bar through the mirror plastered to the wall.

At the bar there were sitting four quite massive men, by their looks you are guessing army guys or at least somewhat which contains physical labor. 

Your eyes glided over the man sitting closest to you, who was wearing a black Lynyard Skynyrd shirt which almost seem to pop at the seams by his strong bulking arms. Eyes trailing over the rest of his robust feature ending at his face, covered by a bushy beard, a buzz cut and the most beautiful bright, blue eyes. He picked up the glass with whiskey Mike just put down for him and raised his glass towards the other men. His eyes locked with yours in the mirror giving you a wink before taking a sip of his drink. Holy fuck he was pretty hot.

“Hey Y/N what can I get you girls?” Mike asked while leaning over to you so you could hear him over the music, snapping out of the stranger’s gaze.

“Three Jack and Coke please” you answer while letting out a small breath you didn’t know you were holding. Reaching in your bag for your card you felt that either Cassie of Lauren had pressed the button again but this time the vibrations are a little more intense causing you to gasp and snap your hands at the bar which caught the attention from the blue eyed stranger next to you.

“Ya alright darlin’?” The stranger asked with a strong Southern accent, turning his body to you while his eyes shamelessly roamed over your body. Damn he was handsome.

“Yeah.. I-I’m good” you managed to answer looking over your shoulder at your friends who laughed and waved at you which you answered by flipping your middle finger. The vibrations turned down to a lower level which makes you sigh with relieve and turning back to the bar, handing your card to Mike. Looking at the stranger directly you see him looking at you curiously wondering what made you slam the bar.

“Your mother never taught you that staring is rude?” You ask him.

“Well, my momma told me loads of things. One of them was to only look an’ no touch” he replied with one side of his lip curling up. 

Mike handing your card back which you put back into your bag while placing the drinks in front of you. “Cheers!”

Maybe it was the glass tequila you gulped before or the fact that the vibrating panties caused a throbbing feeling, or probably both, you felt cheeky and leaned over to the stranger. 

“Oh did she now? Well isn’t that a shame” you replied only so he could hear, his curled lip turned into a deep chuckle increasing the wetness between your legs. 

“Did your momma never tell ya not talk to strangers?” 

“Well, maybe you should tell me your name then”

“Of course, apologies for my manners. The name is Sy” He extends his hand, grabbing yours while placing a soft kiss on the back of your hand, feeling his beard flutter your hand making you shudder. 

“What’s ya name sweetheart?” Sy asked, still holding your hand, while his clear blue eyes staring right into yours, making you feel weak.

“Nice to meet you Sy, my name is..” before you can finish your sentence you feel the vibrations switching to maximum power causing you to gasp and squeezing Sy’s hand hard while leaning into him. 

Sy cocks his eyebrow and looks over seeing your friends having a very good time teasing you. Noticing the small remote on their table, seeing you squirm and feeling the slightest vibrations coming from between your legs against him makes him connect the dots. His eyes begin the glisten as he smirks and turns his body to yours, opening up you fall into his embrace. Clutching onto his biceps while leaning closer to him, feeling his strong, massive chest against yours while his lips brush against your ears.

“Well Sugar if I’m not mistakin’ I would say you’re gettin’ pretty close already”

The drinks clouding your mind, the vibrating curse between your legs and the feeling of Sy his body pressed against yours makes you almost lose it causing you to let out a soft moan. 

“Oh.. Sy” you mutter while holding on to him for dear life. You are definitely going to kill your friends for this. Leaning into a strangers, even though handsome, arms while almost falling apart.

“Damn girl, look at ya” Sy grunts, shifting his colossal hands to your waist giving it a squeeze making your skin cover with goosebumps. Even though you just met something about him makes you feel safe and at ease.

“I ain’t even tryin’ and ya already be falling apart in my arms. Guess I should thank ya lovely friends for that but I would rather let ya scream my name myself”

His whiskey scented breath flows over your face while you’re trying your best to keep it together. The warmth of Sy’s hands and chest radiating yours making you wonder how it would feel when those hands would roam over your body, ripping off your clothes and taking you vigorously, feeling his hot skin slapping yours.

“I-I can’t..” You start to whisper but your orgasm washes over you like a big wave, you dig your nails into Sy’s arms leaving small crescent shapes into his skin which makes his nose flair whilst hearing him grunt. 

He jumps off the bar stool, said a quick “see ya” to his mates whilst gripping your arm and dragging you with him towards the back door of the bar which leads to an abandoned alley. You manage to quickly glance over at Cassie and Lauren who watched you wiggling their brows and holding a thumbs up, luckily they are the only ones who noticed what was going on while the rest of the visitors just continued their drinks and chats like nothing happend.

The cool midnight air welcome you and you feel the vibration panties stop, probably because you are now out of reach of the remote or that your friends turned it off. Sy spins you around against the wall, caging you between his bulging arms by putting his hands next to your head.

“Do ya have any idea how hot that was and how much I had to keep myself together for not fuckin’ ya right there on the bar?” 

Still coming down from your high, his dirty words and panting chest brushing against yours makes you slip a moan while you grind your hips into his. You let your hands roam over his chest just like you imagined when you were inside, feeling his buffed, muscular chest under your palms making you feel weak.

“Oh you have no idea how badly I want that” your reply makes him lower his arms, grasping your waist again while grinding back into you and slamming his lips onto yours.

He’s kissing you full with need, almost aggressively but you don’t mind. The feeling of his lips crashing onto yours heats the hot pool in your throbbing core while you claw at his neck and buzzcut.

Sy’s hands roam over your ass, squeezing it tightly and lifting you up against the wall. You wrap your legs around his waist, giving him more space to come closer to you and feel his hard groin rubbing against your sensitive mound. He backs away from the kiss, both of you panting while he is staring at you with dark, lustful eyes. 

“Fuckin’ hell Sugar, ya in for a ride?”

“Yes Sy.. please” you beg him which turns a smirk on his face.

“One thing first tho”

You looked at him confused. “What?”

“Whatcha name? Than I know what to call ya while I fuck the livin’ shit out of ya”

A/N 2:

Once again, this is my first ever go on writing something like this. What happends next is already in my head but I haven’t got it on paper yet. Please let me know what you think and if I should write a part 2.

A/N 3: Read part two here

#henry cavill #cavill #captain syverson #syverson #syverson x reader #syverson fanfiction #syverson x you #syverson smut

[skzinka]

“ OF COURSE ” ft. lee minho

timeline : december, 2021

summary : getting stuck in a closet in the middle of the night with minho, was not what inka had planned.

word count : 1.3k>

« can you tell me how we end up here? » a sigh of frustration left inka's lips as she crossed her arms against her chest. « do you think i know? i have nothing to do with this. » answered minho in an annoyed tone, trying to find his way in the darkness of the small room.

it must be said, being stuck in a broom closet at the agency in the middle of the night, was not really what they had planned — and to explain how they had suddenly found themselves here, was almost impossible. let's just say that minho heard a scream, and his first reflex was to push inka into that closet, with him.. without noticing that the handle was broken. and of course, if it wasn't even more frightening, there was no light source in the tiny room.

« what a shitty evening.. » sighed inka in a small voice, trying to find a stable corner to rest. feeling around with her little hands, her fingers finally came in contact with something hard but soft — minho's arms. « oh, it's only you. » minho remained silent but let a sigh leave his lips, which pushed the girl to move away from him instantly, cautiously settling on the ground.

drawing her legs against her chest, she let her back rest against the wall behind her, closing her eyes. she couldn't help but be pissed, to lose a precious night's sleep that she gladly deserved. and this, again and again, because of the only and one same person : lee minho. when she wasn't spending the night crying because of him, she was forced to stay alone with him, in a room so small that she could feel his body heat invading her personal space. obviously, she knew that the door problem was not voluntary, but she couldn't believe that such a situation actually happened.

« wanna play a game? » said the older one suddenly, probably settling in front of the girl. he was no more delighted than she was to be in this mess, but the night could be long if they had to spend it here. « what? we're stuck here and you want to play a game? » — inka's voice sounded so stunned that minho rolled his eyes, she was becoming far too dramatic.

« do you have a better idea? » — overcome by the sudden lack of imagination, inka shook her head negatively ( although she knows he could not see her ) and let out her umpteenth frustrated sigh of the night, « what game then? »

minho thought for a moment, playing mechanically with his fingers. « of course? » he proposed, although there are other games a thousand times more fun, it was the one he wanted to play. kalaya agreed with the suggestion, although slightly skeptical, she thought it might be funny.

« you know i'm sexier than you, right? » she started, eliciting a mocking laugh from the boy who nodded his head. « of course.. » he replied naturally, clearing his throat and straightening up slightly, « you know i dance better than you, right? »

inka suddenly stuck her tongue against the inside of her cheek, rubbing the tip of her nose to prevent herself from being unsettled. « of course, of course.. » she retorted deftly, playing with a lock of her hair between her fingers, « you know your cats like me better than you, right? »

a light " ohhhh " escaped from minho's lips, who seemed to want to contradict the girl — but eventually restrained himself from saying anything. « of course ! » he replied playfully, continuing instantly, « you know jeongin loves me more than you, right?! »

a crystalline laugh left kalaya's mouth, who could not help but find their condition ridiculous. two ex-lovers, stuck in a tiny and completely dark room, playing a stupid game to pass the time — a very good writing script, if you ask me. inka shook her head, laying her cheek against her knee, « of course.. »

but as time went on, the atmosphere was more calm, more serious, and suddenly completely silent. they lack the funny ideas to give way to resentments and feelings, their hearts suddenly beating faster. a sigh of boredom left inka's throat, just before she heard minho's soft and deep voice disturb her silence again. « you know i didn't mean to hurt you, right? »

she felt her heart clench in her chest — of course, she knew that he had never wanted to hurt her that much. that he never wanted to shed so many tears on her so pretty face. that he never wanted to break her heart in any way.

but he did it anyway.

as she was about to speak to tell him not to venture on such a serious subject through a game, his cracking voice was heard again : « you know i never wanted to lose you, right? » and then, she fell silent again. her gaze sought his face in the dark, without success, obviously, but she did feel his hand slip into hers subtly, tenderly, like the touch of a ghost.

« how did you find me? » she whispered, before realizing that she had just lost the game. but minho simply continued, slipping his free hand around the waist of the girl to attract her in his arms. inka seemed to be confused, letting herself go until she put her second hand on his shoulder for a semblance of stability. « you know i'm jealous of him, right? »

then reality hit her suddenly, when the boy's warm breath brushed her face like a spring breeze. but even if she wanted to get away desperately, something made her stay : no doubt, the desire to know more. « of course. » she replied almost silently, clutching the collar of minho's shirt between his fingers. “ gyuri is going to kill me, ” she thought deeply.

« you'll finally tell me the truth, right? » she dared to say, her fingers clinging firmly to his jacket. he had no choice but to explain to her why the situation had worsened so much during the last months — because, even though she seemed to be slowly moving on, she had a right to know.

minho softlt sighed, but he did not move away from the girl, who was patiently waiting for him to speak. « of course, » he said unsurely, hesitantly, but was encouraged by the way inka clung to his arm, « i will tell you. »

the game was lost for both of them now, but for inka, it was like a victory, she would finally have access to the answers that she seemed to have waited for all her life. minho moved away from the girl, settling down at her sides without removing his hand from hers, keeping it warm with a comforting gesture.

« promise me you won't get mad. » but she couldn't promise something like that — of course she would be angry. she was going to be angry at the reason why happiness and love had slipped through her fingers. she would be angry at the reason why she shed so many tears and lost so much sleep. it was her right, and she was not going to deprive herself of it so, « no. i'm already mad anyway. »

minho let out a long sigh, knowing full well that he can't change inka's mind. so he decided to continue, to begin his explanations — not noticing her face decompose as he spoke. inka couldn't believe her ears, it was as if all her confidence was collapsing, as if she lost all her bearings. it was the last thing she had thought of, but now that she knew, everything made sense. it was coherent and at the same time incomprehensible. her trembling hand clutched at minho's forearm, as she suddenly seemed to have difficulty breathing correctly, causing the young man beside her to panic. then, she finally spoke, in a cracked and wounded voice :

« then, all this time, it was all chan's fault? »

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