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aoioozora · 3 months

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I just read your flight to dreamland johnny cage x reader fic and omg I love it! I was wondering would u do a part 2 about when they both wake up and confess their feelings officially and end up being bf and gf?????

Or would you still write johnny cage x fem reader fics? There's not enough johnny fics *cries*

Sure babes <3 Thanks for requesting!

Destination Dreamland.

[Part 1]

Character: Johnny Cage Content: fluff, cuddling, confession, Kung Lao kameo Photo credit: clowning_kar Note: wrote this in a hurry, mb if it's goofy lol

Kung Lao threw open the door of your room without knocking.

“Wakey wakey, princess girlypop!” he announced. He had an odd habit of giving his friends cringy nicknames.

When he didn't find you in your bed, his brows furrowed. “Where'd she go? I didn't see her in the training grounds, nor anywhere else…” he murmured. He thought for a while at the door, but to no avail, and he shook his head. “Never mind. I'll wake Johnny up.”

He headed to Johnny's room and quietly cracked the door open. Peering inside, he observed that the mass that made up his body seemed larger than usual under the blankets. Not to mention, he found your blanket on the floor by his bed. An eyebrow was raised. This meant only one thing.

He inched closer and his suspicions were confirmed. You were indeed in Johnny's bed, fast asleep and comfortably and partially under his heavier body. Your arm wrapped loosely around his shoulders, and his nose nuzzled in your neck. Kung Lao could guess that Johnny also probably had his arm around your waist. He also noted that both of your clothes were intact, which meant that nothing intimate had been done the previous night.

“PG-13 night, eh?” he muttered to himself, disappointed to learn this.

A mischievous idea popped up in his mind. He snickered quietly as he took out his phone and took a photo, which he sent to Johnny along with an equally mischievous caption. That being done, he hopped out of the room, leaving the two of you to continue cuddling.

Not long after he left, Johnny stirred awake. As his eyes fluttered open, he was greeted by the sweet smell of your neck and its delicate skin against his lips. He groaned quietly and lazily and nuzzled his face deeper in your neck. He stayed still for a while, trying to get in a few more winks of sleep, but to no avail.

Seeing that you were still asleep, he pulled away slightly and reached his arm out to the nightstand to grab his cellphone. A glance at the time told him he wasn't quite late for anything, and he sighed in relief. Just as he was about to keep his device aside, he noticed a message from Kung Lao, and from not too long ago either.

“What did this guy send me…” Johnny murmured under his breath as he carefully moved your arm away from his shoulders and rolled over on his back just to give you some space. He brought the phone closer to himself to see what was so urgent that Kung Lao had to text.

He opened the message and was greeted by the photo he had taken, along with the caption below which read, “Paps would eat this up 😉”.

Johnny sucked in a sharp breath, fighting the urge to scream, get out of bed, hunt down Kung Lao, and throw some hands. But with the little princess by his side sleeping peacefully, he didn't dare to even squeak.

He took a couple deep breaths. When he had calmed down, he looked at the photo again and scoffed. “That bastard's not so bad after all. This picture is good. I look sexy, and she looks hot.” he thought to himself approvingly, “But Kung Lao still might have to catch my hands though. I wouldn't want this leaking to the paps.”

As he was lost in his thoughts, he heard you groan quietly and roll over on your side, facing him. You also seemed to be trying to sleep in, and he smiled.

“Hey, princess, wake up,” he whispered, tapping your cheek gently.

You let out a sound that was a mixture of a groan and a whine, like you were being woken up early to go to school. He chuckled at this and now also rolled on his side to face you, propping up his head on his hand.

“Princeeeess,” he called, tapping your cheek faster, “Wake up, I want to show you something.”

“What?” You murmured in a soft croak.

“C'mon, open your eyes.”

You forced your heavy eyes open and Johnny's face was not too far from yours, looking at you with a smile. His hair was a little disheveled, but it looked cute. He held his phone screen up to you to show the photo.

Upon looking at the photo, your sleepiness vanished. You stared at it with wide eyes and your cheeks burned hot enough to cook a sunny side up well done. “What? Who? How?” You sputtered in confusion, looking at Johnny, “Who took this?”

“Kung Lao,” Johnny answered, shrugging nonchalantly but the corner of his lip reached his cheek, as he was amused by your reaction. “What do you think of it?”

You blushed. “It's not right to take photos of others without their permission.” Even though you said that, you couldn't help but feel fluttery at the fact that your close proximity with Johnny was actually photographed.

Johnny smirked at how conflicted you looked. “C'mon sugar, just admit that you like it,” he said, as he briefly looked back at his phone to forward the photo to you, “Sure, Kung Lao was an ass to sneak up on us like this, but don't you think we got a cute photo out of it?”

You sighed, stuffing your face back in the pillow. “I guess…” You finally admitted. The thought of the picture flashed in your mind again, and you smiled against the pillow.

He fiddled around with his phone a little more before throwing it aside on the bed and turning his full attention towards you. “Now, princess,” he started in a whisper, “Did you have a nice flight to Dreamland?”

He heard your muffled giggle, and smiled again. You turned your head slightly so he could see your eye, and a hint of your smile. “Very nice. I didn't know you put me in business class.”

“Business class?!” he said incredulously and scoffed with exaggeration, “Sugar, I put you in princess class.”

Your giggles increased. “Is it better than business class?”

“Astronomically better.” he said, almost like a politician, “Now, as your flight attendant, I need to conduct a survey. Will you participate?”

“Of course,” You chuckled, amused by this role play.

“Okay, let's begin,” he pushed up his imaginary pair of glasses, “Question one: did you find the bed and seating comfortable enough?” he asked, opening his arms to expose his chest to you, reminding you that his body was your bed for a time the previous night.

“I found it very comfortable. More comfortable than my own bed.” You answered, smiling gently, thinking back to how his chest and arms made fine pillows.

He caught the dreamy look in your eye and smiled, feeling a little giddy that you enjoyed his cuddles. He cleared his throat to compose himself. “Perfect. Question two: How did you find the temperature of your surroundings? Was it too cold? Too hot? Or just right?”

You paused to think of how toasty you felt cuddled up with him under the blanket, and you could feel your cheeks warm again. “Just right.” You replied.

His curious brown eyes watched your reactions with careful curiosity. He moved a little closer, looking at you through slightly narrowed eyes, the corner of his lip tugged into a half smirk, half affectionate smile. His hand reached out to your face, and his index finger brushed lightly against your cheekbone, allowing a stray strand of your hair to be tucked behind your ear. “And question three,” he said in an even quieter whisper, “Describe your experience in Dreamland. What did you see there?”

“Is this a roundabout way of asking if I had any dreams?” You asked in a voice that you fought hard to keep level and calm.

“Yep.”

While his hand amused itself with now lightly stroking your jaw, you paused to strain your memory. His touching sure was making it hard, thanks to all the butterflies it provoked to excitement in your stomach. After a few moments of thought, you shook your head. “I don't remember anything I saw in Dreamland.”

He raised his eyes in mock surprise. “Positive?”

“Positive.”

He inched closer, now pulling his hand away from your jaw to snake it around your waist. He leaned close to your ear and whispered, “That's not what your flight attendant witnessed last night.”

His hand slid against your waist and moved to your lower back. His whisper, the breath tickling your ear, made your stomach about as wild as a circus. You felt your breath hitch in your throat as you asked, clutching the mess of sheets beneath you in your hands, “What do you mean?”

“You were dreaming, sleep talking even,” he said, “Do you know what you said?”

“What?”

“You called me by name and said…” he said, dragging it out a little longer for effect, “ ‘I love you.’ ”

You felt your heart stop. Those words instantly brought to memory the dream you had, where you saw a hazy mirage of him, and did clearly and audibly say those words. But you never imagined you would say it out loud in your sleep. Your cheeks burned again, and you looked away, your own words giving you second-hand embarrassment. You replied, “I said that?”

He nodded, smiling. “I was going to end the survey there, but now, thanks to that, I feel like I must ask you just one more question.”

“Okay, go on.” You gulped, nervous, hoping he wouldn't ask you what you dreamed about, because you couldn't even remember it properly.

“I know we throw around ‘I love you’ a lot, and we're just friends, but I can't help but wonder, do you maybe like me more than just friends?”

The way he asked it so directly made your heart drop to your stomach. You knew he was always straightforward to a fault, but it always caught you by surprise. You could feel his thumb rubbing against your waist as his hand rested there, almost as if it was a request to you to be honest.

He saw your hesitation, and his thumb continued to rub your waist gently. “C'mon angel, even if you give me a negative, I'm not gonna bite.” he encouraged, “But I know for sure that it's not a negative.”

He said it with such unwavering confidence that it compelled you to admit it. But you asked, “How are you so sure?”

He rolled his eyes. “We're practically cuddling like lovers right now. I have my hand on your waist and you're not exactly opposed to me touching you like this.” his thumb started to rub a little more slowly, and you could feel your breathing deepen. He noticed this, and smirked. “Look, you're proving me right.”

This was your chance to tell him, but you didn't know why you were so hesitant.

“Why are you scared? Everything's in your favor. Just admit it and I'm yours to keep.” he whispered.

The encouragement worked. “Okay, you're right,” You sighed, blushing, “I do like you more than just a friend.”

He chuckled. “I knew it. Saw it coming from a mile away. I knew you wouldn't be able to resist such a charming man as me,” he said, nose in the air. “So tell me, what sold you? This Greek god bod? This Adonis face? Or was it my sexy voice? My smile? My charisma?”

“None of the above.” You said with a proud smirk.

“None? No way, that's bullshit.”

“Okay, they had a part to play, I admit, but they weren't the main things that sold me.”

“I'm waiting.”

“Your silliness.” You explained, “You're silly enough to pretend to be a flight attendant just to put me to sleep. That's actually really sweet.”

“Oh,” he chuckled, smirking, “That makes sense. So, that means you like a nice guy, huh? What happened to girls liking bad boys?”

“I don't know about other girls, but I like a nice guy.” You replied.

“Mmhmm. Tell me what else you like about me.” he grinned, continuing to rub his thumb on your waist.

“You're really funny.” You said immediately.

“I could tell,” he nodded, “You always seem to be laughing at the jokes I make, no matter how awful they are.”

“But you make some good jokes, though.”

“Either that, or you're so in love with me that everything I say makes you laugh.”

You shoved his shoulder, rolling your eyes. “Shut up.”

He took hold of your hand before you pulled it away, brought it to his lips, and kissed your palm. You felt fluttery again, and your cheeks turned warm. He pressed his lips on your wrist and glanced at you, looking for a reaction. He was pleased to see you looking so flustered, shy, and happy at the same time.

“You like it?” he murmured against your wrist before kissing it again.

You nodded.

“You got a fine taste in men, babe,” he said huskily, now kissing your fingers, “You chose the right guy.”

“Why do you say that?” You asked, smiling, intrigued by his confidence.

“I got the looks and the personality, and I know I can make you feel so loved, much more than you can ask for. I can make all the jokes you want and make you laugh, and I can put your little insomniac ass to sleep whenever you like.” He took your hand in his, rubbing it with his thumb as he gave you a sly smile. “What d'you think of that?”

“I think that sounds great.” You squeezed his hand.

Smiling gently, he squeezed your hand back. He bent down his head and lovingly and respectfully kissed the back of your hand, sending more butterflies in a delightful frenzy in your stomach.

“Then I promise to make every single day together like Dreamland.”

End.

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madame-fear · 1 year

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Hi lovely, could you do a jace x female reader Imagine where they kind of hate eachother and always try to out do eachother but then they get betrothed and are forced to tolerate eacother and they end up falling in love.

— in a slowburn

a/n : i did my best to describe Vermax lol i'm not sure but i think he was green?? anyways,, enjoy this hun! 🥰💕and damn this might be LONG because i got carried away with this one– side note : (n/n) = nickname, and at the last moment before publishing i just re-read that you wrote 'imagine', but since i wasn't so sure if you meant imagine or one shot, i made a 1-S👉👈 if you meant otherwise, feel free to tell me and i'll gladly re-do it!

summary : request word count : 4.2k (longer than usual, eh?)

characters included : jacaerys, rhaenyra, vermax, and reader/you.

genre : fluff.

A frustrated, tired exhale was heard coming from your nose, as the palm of your hand held the weight of your head by being placed on your chin and your eyes scanned the view as you got near Dragonstone, ready to meet your betrothed.

You weren't exactly eager about your betrothed, mainly, because you were to be wed with the cocky, eldest son of Rhaenyra Targaryen, the young Prince Jacaerys, who was the future heir to the Throne, as well. None of you could stand each other, constantly trying to out-do each other, and he always found a way to make a fool out of you, somehow. This earned you some scolding from both your parents, which are close to each other, but this made no difference to the way you felt towards each other... and yet, your parents had no better idea than to betroth each other.

Your father, as he sat beside you in the carriage that took your House to Dragonstone, turned around to look at you dreadfully staring through the window. His lips were turned into a thin, straight line, and extended his hand to rub your shoulder tenderly, in a comforting way. “My love,” he began, speaking with a soothing voice as to offer you some calm. “I know none of you aren't exactly keen of this betrothal and aren't quite fond of each other, but this is merely a political arrangement to show union between our Houses, and realms.” you sighed at his failed attempt to comfort you, and he continued. “It will take a while until you properly bond with each other, but the time will come, as you'll be spending time together. I've known the young Prince since the day he was born, and he's actually a lovely gentleman.” shaking your head in total disagreement at his statement, you partly opened your lips to object against it, but he stopped you, as he raised his hand to cup your cheek.

“But you have to remember: if it doesn't work out and none of you tolerate each other anyways, you can always secretly be with the person you desire the most, since this is a political arrangement.” your father made sure to stress the last part, so you could at least find some peace at the idea of being able to ignore your betrothed behind close doors. Your lips now formed a straight thin line as well, sighing in defeat, and nodded in agreement to him. “Very well, father. I shall keep that in mind.” a broad smile grew on his face, and leaned to place a gente kiss on your forehead, making you smile as well.

The two of you then went back to sitting and staring at the window, and your father's words echoed through your head as you became nearer and nearer to arriving to Dragonstone. A slightly overwhelming anxiety rose on your chest, but you could only hope the best – and of course, you knew it'd take you quite some effort to tolerate the young Prince, who had been your "enemy" for a while now.

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The welcoming upon your arrival to Dragonstone was very warm and comforting, as always. Rhaenyra was excellent when it came to welcoming hosts and guests, since she was a very calm and sweet woman who had also known you since you were a newborn.

You were particularly charmed by her warm welcoming of your House to the Castle, but the idea of being betrothed to someone as cocky as her eldest son was simply overwhelmed you with frustrarion, and utter annoyance that you couldn't bare anymore. It was hard for you to accept that idea, but you knew you'd have to get over it eventually – and besides, it was only to show union between your Houses, and then you could be with whomever you truly wished to be; and that didn't seem so bad, after all.

Queen Rhaenyra had given you a small, rapid tour around the Castle even though you had already visited it several times previously – but since you were going to live in there with your arranged betrothed, you'd have to know it properly. And of course, as expected, you had the unluck of stumbling upon Jace as his mother talked to you about the Castle, and showed you around. Both your eyes met, and you sent death glares to each other, already being more annoyed at your presences, barely being able to tolerate each other.

Him, noticing you, tried to do his best to pass unnoticed by his mother as she was distracted rambling about the Castle and it's origins, and quickened his step to leave the room – a horribly, horribly attempt at avoiding you. Rhaenyra obviously noticed him, and being the woman who gave birth to him and knows him better than anyone, knew he was so badly trying to avoid and escape the dreadfulness of talking with you.

“My boy,” she sweetly spoke, catching his attention and making him stop on his track. Releasing a deep, tired sigh, he turned around to look only at his mother, trying to ignore you. “Yes, mother?” he inquired, eyes still not leaving his mother's icy blue ones. “Why don't you take the sweet (y/n) to visit and meet Vermax?” she said, Jace's polite smile to his mother slightly fell downwards. “I'm certain she's never seen a dragon before, and it might be a nice way of bonding with each other.” her eyes went from looking into his coffee-coloured eyes, to yours – who seemed to be as horrorised about the idea as he was. His lips had partly opened to object against it, but quiet, incoherent mumbling came from him, preferring not to discuss with his mother, and sighing in defeat. “Fine.” he retorted, nearly in between clenched teeth; his eyes now finding their ways to yours. “Come, follow me.” looking into your eyes in a fiery, irked way, he motioned his head for you to follow him, and began walking away.

Mimicking his defeated sigh, you began following him, practically dragging your body as you walked. Before fully leaving, you turned around to look at Rhaenyra, and gave her a warm, kind smile as you waved goodbye. “See you later, your Grace.” you respectfully curtsied her, and kept walking, following Jace as he made his way to Vermax's dragonpit. A broad smile formed into her lips as well, waving goodbye back to you, and watched as the two of you silently left – hoping her plan of setting you up together to bond would work.

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“So, have you ever ridden a dragon before?”

the words lazily slipped from his lips, notoriously being effortless in trying to initiate a slightly normal conversation with you. As you walked behind him, you rolled your eyes at him, and lightly shook your head in disbelief. “Do I look like I could've possibly ridden a dragon before in my life?” you questioned, already annoyed by his stupid ways of trying to talk with you, knowing none of you could tolerate each other. “Why would've your mother forced you to drag me here, if that was the case?” you continued, now making him roll his eyes in response.

“That's a no, then.” at his short, mumbled answer, you tiredly sighed and kept silently walking behind of him. You had only been walking for some minutes, but as time passed, it progressed to be worse, and even more dreadful. The only way you could distract yourself was by getting lost in a trance of thoughts, and mindlessly following him – but you didn't have much opportunity to do so, since as soon as you started wandering around your own mental world, the vivid sunrays hitting your head and faces suddenly disappeared; as well as the hot warmth that came with it. Jace quickly stopped on his tracks, making you nearly bump into him, and moved away slightly, realising you were too close to him. Your eyes lifted to see the environment both of you just had gotten in, only to realise you had already arrived to the ill-lit dragonpit, making you gulp with a sensation of an uncomfortable, growing anxiety for not knowing what to expect.

“Rytsas, Vermax.” as an automatic response, your head shoot to look back at him in sudden surprise at hearing him speaking in a language you assumed it was High Valyrian; a language Targaryens often spoke in, as your father had told you. Your eyes darted to whatever thing he was staring at, only to find yourself with an enourmous fern green-coloured dragon, blood-red spines, and with bright daunting amber eyes who stared deep into yours with curiousity. It was far bigger, and certainly, far more threatening-looking than you had imagined whenever you heard someone speak about dragons – causing your eyes to widen, and gulp with disquietude: trying to move as slow and cautious as possible, trying not to alarm the dragon. You could only find yourself staring at Jace with awe as he walked towards the dragon, and pet it under it's scaly chin as if it were some sort of cat. Noticing you had walked some steps backwards, and simply stood there mesmerised, he turned around to look at you with a growing smirk.

“Come and pet him, don't simply stand there. I promise he won't bite you.” strangely enough, his voice softened at the sight of you being minorly afraid of such dragon, but still remained slightly sassy and sarcastic. You started very gently and carefully walking towards him, and the dragon – whose eyes kept staring you up and down, causing you to nervously gulp. With his free hand, he dragged you a bit nearer to both of them so you could quicken your pace, making your body stiffen at his touch, and at being so close to the dragon, to the point where you could feel it's hot breath. “If you want to greet him,” he whispered, leaning his body closer to yours. “You can do it by saying Rytsas.” you looked at him, and gave him a quick nod – your eyes going back to stare at the dragon. “Rytsas... Vermax.” you had made a short pause as you tried to quickly remember his name, and extended your hand so it could smell it: which of course, the large greenish dragon rapidly extended his neck to smell not only your hand, but as well as your arm, and a bit of your neck as if he were analysing you; the hot, fiery breath huffing made your body shiver at the ticklish feeling.

Then, he went to smelling your hand once again, and licked it in agreement, causing you to nervously giggle at it, and flinch at the raspy feeling of his tongue. “Why don't you try petting him?” Jace asked, now being softer with you, but a teasing smirk remained on his face. Being mesmerised with the moment – and in complete joy at being liked by a dragon – you did as he told, and extended your hand a bit more, tenderly petting Vermax's scaly texture, immediatly earning a cat-like purring from it; seemingly enjoying the way your fingertips caressed his scales. “See? I told you he wouldn't bite you.” Jace spoke, once again. “If he ever felt threatened by you, he would roast your skin alive in a second.” as you kept petting the dragon's scales, your eyes shot up to give Jace a death glare, still being slightly frightened at the presence of a dragon, and being very careful around it. He rolled your eyes at your face. “But that didn't happen! It seems as he likes you already, so congratulations.” you clicked your tongue as an annoyed response trying to shut him up, and focused yourself back on the dragon; whom you couldn't help but find adorable at how much he resembled a cat in personality.

As you tenderly kept petting the dragon, and lowly cooing at him as if he were a common domestic pet, Jacaerys stood by your side, petting a bit of the dragon's chin as well – and silently admired the way your face lit up at such astonishing, and unique moment. As much as he hated to admit it – even to himself –, he couldn't help but feel a certain soft spot for you grow, noticing how gentle you actually were. Maybe... you wouldn't be so bad, after all.

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The following days after Jacaerys presented Vermax to you, you had began to talk slightly more with each other, and the way you constantly insulted and tried to out-do each other decreased for a small bit. Which, for Rhaenyra and your parents, that was more than enough – and the three of them always looked for new situations to pair the two of you together.

Some of the ways they had found to set you together were small and insignificant, but helpful for your relationship. This included: attending High Valyrian classes together – and often teasing with each other to see who speaks it better –, going to watch him as he trains with his younger brother, going to the library together to read your favourite books, and sitting next to each other while having dinner: which that also worked, because you always ended talking together, and occasionally if you had guests, spilling some tea about people.

What never failed to make you talk and bond together, was mostly being taught in High Valyrian together – and speaking in it to each other –, and visiting him to his training. Oddly enough, whenever he noticed you were specially eyeing him as he trained, a strange fluttering sensation had recently began arosing his chest; never failing to make him slightly lose his concentration and focus on the sword fighting. And what was more odd, was the fervent need of trying to impress you with his skills... much to his dismay, and disliking at the newly-discovered feelings.

Occasionally, Rhaenyra often insisted him on taking you to the library more frequently, and to the Garden as well, so you coul swoon over the sweet sight and scent of some flowers she knew they were your favourite. As much as that frustrated him at the beginning, he had slowly incorporated those moments on his daily routine, and he had found himself enjoying said moments together. Not only you enjoyed being taken to the Garden, but silently reading together in the library was something you could often be found doing together... and he had grown fond of it.

At the present moment, he was kindly taking you back to your chamber after a long day of learning High Valyrian, training, and now, you were coming back from quietly reading your most beloved books in the library. The whole time he walked by your side, following you to your chamber, there was an awkwardly shy silence in between the two of you. The large halls were dimly lit, but enough for the two of you to see where you were walking to.

“Oh, here we are!” you abruptly stopped on your tracks, breaking the awkward silence formed. Before you entered your chamber, you turned around to look at him with a warm, polite smile. “I must admit, I had quite a lovely time with you...” in shyness, you lowered your gaze to the floor, as a small blushing crept on your cheeks. “Thank you, Jace.” his nickname smoothly escaped your sweetly-looking lips, making his eyes widen a bit in realisation that you had never called him that way before, only by his full name: a warm fluster taking over his face as well. “I mean! Jacaerys. I'm sorry.” much like him, you had realised you just called him by his nickname for the very first time, and quietly apologised to him as you corrected yourself. In response, he shook his head and placed a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“No no, it's alright, you can call me Jace if you're comfortable with it... as long as I get to call you (n/n).” your eyes lifted to look into his warm coffee-coloured eyes, feeling soothed at the loving smile he offered you, making you goofily smile back and nod. “Y-Yes, of course you can.” you shyly mumbled, slowly beginning to fidget with your fingers at the strange sensation of nervous, yet jolly anxiety arising on your chest at his touch, and smiling. “We should really go to sleep now, before anyone scolds us.” you nervously giggled, your eyes once again on the floor, earning a small chuckle from him as well. Before he could open his mouth to reply anything, you once again spoke: “but we'll see each other in the morrow once again!” mimicking him, you placed your hand on his shoulder, and tip-toed to place a quick kiss on his cheek... the very first one.

The previous fluster on his face increased upon feeling your soft lips shyly pecking his cheek, as his smile grew broader with satisfaction. “Of course. See you in the morrow.” he replied, now placing a tender peck on top of your head. “Have a sweet sleep... princess.” the endearing nickname was something he had struggled for a short seconds in saying, but finally ended up saying it – making your heart flutter even more, as you watched him turn around, and make his way towards his chamber.

“Yes, you too.” you awkwardly answered in a low tone, but simply seemed to be as if you talked to yourself. As soon as he disappeared from your sight, you swiftly opened the door of your chambers – closing it a bit loudly behind of you – and threw yourself on your bed with pure feelings of joy, and rapture. Gods, you never thought you'd ever feel this way with him... but now, you were more eager than ever to your upcoming wedding, which seemed to make you feel even more nervous at the simple thought of it.

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The night before your so awaited wedding had finally come, leaving everyone to prepare themselves for it, as well as have the preparations for the ceremony be ready.

While everyone else was already submerged into a deep slumber, you were just recently preparing yourself to sleep after having fidgeted and smothered yourself with nervous thoughts as you stared through the window for hours. The trembling on your hands made it nearly impossible for you to untie the strings on the back of your dress, but in the end, you were successful, and changed yourself into your silky nightgown. Taking deep, calming breathes as you stared at yourself through the mirror, you mentally prepared yourself for the big day that was just a few hours away. You lifted your shaky hands, preparing yourself to remove your jewellery, but you were interrupted by an unexpected, sudden knock on your door.

Thinking it might be someone from your family coming to visit you the night before your wedding, you turned around and made your way to the door, swiftly opening it, only to encounter yourself with your betrothed and now future husband with both his hands behind his back, and a broad smile on his lips. Your eyes widened with shyness and surprise as you realised you were only in nightgown, and a blush began creeping around your cheeks, and neck. “I wasn't expecting to see you here. What a... lovely surprise.” as you spoke, you stammered slightly with nervousness. “I apologise for the surprise at these late hours. Would it be alright if I came in?” he inquired in a low, soft tone. You gave him a single nod in agreement, and moved aside letting him in. As he carefully sat on the edge of your bed, you closed the door, and made your way once again towards the mirror; struggling to remove your earrings as he watched you do so.

“What brings you here?” your lips quivered with excitement at being alone with him – it was a mix between happiness, and nervousness combined as you tried to start a conversation with him. Both his hands were now clasped together and sitting on his lap, his eyes carefully scanning your body up and down. “I came to visit you before we got wed, and...” making a brief pause, he stood up from your bed, and slowly walked towards you. “I also came to apologise.” his hand softly moved the hair from the back of your neck, as you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. “Apologise?” you questioned, as a straight line formed in between your eyebrows. “What for?” as you finished asking, his hands finished swiftly brushing away all the hair covering the back on your neck, and focused on unclasping your golden necklace.

“For having treated you so badly before our parents betrothed us together, and for having been rude.” the way he spoke was soft and quiet, as he finished removing your necklace, keeping it on his hand as his eyes stared deep into yours through the mirror. “I must admit, shortly before we got betrothed, my thoughts often wandered around you.” his hands were once again behind his back, and his head was now tenderly placed on your shoulder; eyes never leaving yours. “As much as I hated thinking about you, I could not help but wonder how your lips would feel against mine.” his gentle breath hit your neck, making your body get shivers at the feeling, as a shy smile shaped on the corners of your lips. His hands went from being behind his back, to being wrapped around you, pulling you closer to him. “You have no idea how grateful I am for being betrothed to you, even if I slightly dreaded the idea of it at the beginning... but now, I can see how lucky I am.” a nervous chuckle spewed from your lips, your eyes lowering to the floor, and your hands caressed his arms wrapped around your body.

“I think... I love you, (y/n), more than anything. And I can't wait to refer to you as my beloved lady Wife.” your eyes now shooted back to look into his through the mirror, whom stared at you with pure love and admiration. The fluster on your cheeks grew wider, and now fully had a rose-red coloured. Slowly, you turned around to stare at him more personally, and his hands went now to hold your waist, and yours to his chest. “And I love you too, Jacaerys Velaryon. I've realised I am grateful to soon call you Husband.” your hands leisurely made their way from his chest, to cupping both his cheeks. “Can I...” your faces were practically inches away from each other, and his eyes lit up at the sight of how truly beautiful you looked up close. “Can I kiss you? Only if you're comfortable, of co–” before he could finish speaking, you dragged him closer to you, and tightly pressed your lips against him, savouring the sweet taste of his lips.

His body stiffened at the sudden contact of your lips needily pressed against his, but it didn't take him long until he gave into the kiss; the grip on your waist tightning, as your hands went to the back of his head, and slightly messed with his brunette hair. None of you had imagined yourself on this situation before... No, actually, you did imagine yourself some times, hoping to be in this situation someday, but never thought you'd ever get to it – however, here you were, melting under each other's touch, and clinging to each other as if your life depended on it. As much as you wished to stay this way forever, your lips slowly parted away from his, and softened the needy grip on the back of his head, half breathless.

“We are to be wed soon. Please don't ask for permission to kiss me, dear Husband.” you gave him a teasing smirk upon seeing his dark crimson flustered face, and a goofy smile plastered on his lips. Your hand on the back of his head slowly descended back to cup his cheek, and lovingly caressed it with your thumb. “I love you. I promise, I'll stick to your side no matter what.” your hands now left his face, but instead, you threw yourself at him with arms wide open, embracing him into a tight, warm hug – your head now being pressed against his chest, listening to his soothing heart beat. Without a second thought, he immediatly returned the embrace, wrapping his arms around you and rubbing your back up and down. J placed a few small pecks on top of your head, and then rested his chin on it.

“I love you too, and I'm sure you'll make a fine Westerosi Queen, my dear...” he briefly paused, as he could already picture his future life with you by his side. “in fact, the prettiest and most loving Queen of all of them.” his voice was soft, and low, as he kept you secured around his arms. Your eyes slowly fluttered shut as you could hear his heart beat pounding faster with every passing second... slowly feeling more and more comforted by the warmth of the moment surrounding you, hoping you could forever stay in this position.

You knew, that for the rest of your life, you'd be safe, protected, and genuinely loved in the arms of your Prince, and future Husband... your King.

#jacaerys velaryon x reader #jacaerys velaryon headcanons #jacaerys velaryon imagine #prince jacaerys x reader #jacaerys strong x reader #jacaerys targaryen x reader #hotd x you #hotd fanfic #hotd x reader #hotd imagine #hotd x y/n #house of the dragon headcanons #house of the dragon x you #house of the dragon imagine #house of the dragon x reader

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writing-frenzy · 7 months

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Mob Protag Ichigo and the Puppet Master (UraIchi Isekai Idea :3 )

So yeah, for anyone who's read my first idea with the Kurosaki Fam Isekai, they'll know all the stuff that has inspired this and that I've already mentioned an idea with a Mob Character!Ichigo and a Puppet Master Benihime (AKA Urahara Kisuke)

Let us set the scene :3

How will Ichigo go to a fantasy world, especially with how he is? Well, as Ichigo was growing up, one of his sisters was really, really sick; they weren't sure if she was going to make it tbh. Ichigo did all he could, but being a little guy, there wasn't much he could do. One day, he came upon a weird being who said they could grant wishes; Ichigo immediately asks if they can make his little sister healthy. The being said yes after a moment, but it will cost him a peaceful afterlife. Ichigo takes the deal, the being is admittedly touched by this child's goodness and unselfish desire, because for such a sweet child, they know of death and the loss it brings already. So the being actually doesn't twist the wish like so many others he does, letting the children live out their natural lifespans in peace.

All is well, until a 17 year old Ichigo saves his other sister and her friend from dying to a truck. Our World's Divine Being is like; damn, you still had way, way more life span and time than you should have to had died now... but since you have a contract, I can't just let you survive :/ eh, I'll use it to at least give you perks to survive your reincarnation in that hell hole. (not to mention how they too are actually touched, they're a sucker for loving families)

Ichigo: wut

Godly Being: *throws a book series and some powers at him* Wish you luck out there!

After feeling just a bit violated and like someone was digging around in his head and blood, Ichigo wakes up in an abandoned house in some modern looking steampunk like city. Looking around he doesn't have much but some basics for survival, weird as heck items, and a book series. Not much to do, he reads the series, which answers a whole lot of questions even as makes Ichigo scowl like a thundercloud.

See, this is a very, very dark fantasy like series, it's gonna have all the canon Bleach fighting and gore but with magical surprises and such, with a very, very bittersweet ending. It's kinda like a modern setting meets with a very eco-friendly way because the world will crush those it sees trying to abuse it (mother nature don't play around here) so it's kinda steam/water/wind/solarpunk. Don't know who I want as the OG Story's protag to be, maybe Rukia or one of the Karakura Kids, but it follows them in a world were contracts/pacts/deals with spiritual beings is over everything; it can be with weapons, it can be with bloodlines or any such. Not all pacts and such are unequal, some in fact are real and true bonds, the pact bound loyal to their contractors to obsession... others, it is is very much a thing of slavery and torture, which can go both ways depending on what was exactly contracted.

Ichigo goes about trying to figure out his own contract/pact thing, which while so long ago, is just something he has never been able to forget, seemingly inscribed onto his very soul in a way. He knows he was picked because his soul was the most compatible for the spirits the being wanted for him, and he already knows its going to change his body as well, but it still confuses him.

(maybe something like;

A mix of holy power and darkness that would find most be consumed,

Flames properly controlled that can reach the moon,

Cut it from the sky and devour it if so desired,

But yet all one wants is to protect their own wary lost and life tired,

For One such as you a power so great is to be entrusted,

It will find you, change you, leave your life chain broken and rusted,

In Time it will be shown if you can make this power your own,

But already, your fate has sown.)

(LOL, this is Ichigo, he's gonna break his fate and make friends with his Hallow and Ossan, because I love the idea of the three together again in this au :3 later tho)

But yeah, so Ichigo is figuring things out, especially with controlling his body once more because his strength went a bit wonky, but I also like the idea of a different weapon Ichigo if that makes sense? Like, he will still be an op power house, but the thought of him using spells and martial arts makes me grin evilly? Like, with his Hollow more bonded later, he can make claws come out to rip soft bellies apart and such. And Ossan just insists he learn a bow for those times he needs long range and such, even if he gets a bit despairing when Ichigo occasionally gets too frustrated and just throws the damn arrow (all three in Ichigo's head are quiet whenever the move proves highly effective, which is always.) Oh, but now I can't help but think of Childe from Genshin Impact's fighting style :D maybe instead of blades though, Ichigo switches to a hand to hand with bracers of some sort covering his arms that are hard as fuck, easy to move around in because of magic.

But ah, getting sidetracked again, this all comes later down; for now, Ichigo is still figuring shit out, avoiding protagonists and co because yeah, people not protected by plot armor tend to die really, really messily around them and he still can't do jack right now (doesn't mean he doesn't do what he can, even if its just simple things like helping the elderly, making sure kids get home safe, or even knocking out some regular thugs harassing some ladies.

Ichigo, despite all his scowls and looks, still draws people in with his kindness and protective nature in this dark, lonely otherworld.)

Its as he's helping someone shopping, this sweet little lady who goes on and on about her sweet grandbaby, that Ichigo goes to the Urahara Shoten for the first time; not much gets his attention, besides the fact that the protagonist has only been here once or twice in the early chapters for some odds or ends, this place being some mixture of candy/pawn/tea shop.

But then something in the shop resonates with him; with his very soul. Looking around, Ichigo tells the sweet grandma he'll be right back, and call him when she's done, to which she gives a cheerful reply before Ichigo goes off, looking high and low before he finds a strange book and block with it, like a set. Picking it up, it just feels so damn right... till he looks at the price tag and cringes. While he has odd jobs here and there to help him out, it's just enough money for him to live with since he doesn't have to worry about rent with his questionable abandoned house, covering his food expenses and the public bath fee.

"Find something you like dear customer?" is said from behind him, which makes Ichigo jump like a few feet into the air, clutching his book and block set to his chest, before turning to the one who startled him.

And so thus the first meeting with Urahara Kisuke, Geta-boshi as Ichigo likes to call him. After a bit of back and forth between the two, Ichigo admits he can't afford the book and block set, too which Urahara merely hums, eyes oddly shadowed from his hat as he considers that. one thing leads to another and somehow Ichigo not only gets the set but even a steady job at the shop, even if his paycheck will be cut because of said set. And sure, Geta-boshi is sus as fuck, but Ichigo doesn't sense any ill will from the man, not too mention the man even helps him with understanding the book, a soul book as its called, which strengthens souls and their contracts, enabling them to get a growing weapon called an Asauchi that transforms with the soul. Its not bad.

On Kisuke's part, he is actually pretty intrigued by Kurosaki, this youth who carries the potential of a predator but the heart of a protector, actually reacting to the soul book and Asauchi Kisuke had made more for curiosity and boredom then to actually make a functional weapon. Not to mention just how much fun it is too mess with Ichigo, the boy shows he has a clever mind and a strength that just seems to constantly grow more and more. Kisuke is actually considering just how he can possibly use this youth for his goals, wondering if he can be the chest piece he needs to finally topple the king in this game between Puppet Master Benihime and Greater Lord Aizen.

Ichigo does know about Puppet Master Benihime from the story, they were a neutral character only focused on making sure the world would not collapse, no matter the amount that would be needed to be sacrificed in the end. But in the story, it only ever showed Benihime herself, never even mentioning that she was actually contracted, and 100% loyal to said contractor, so Ichigo has no clue about just how scary his mentor is at first, besides when the man actually did finally spar with him and Ichigo couldn't even get a hit on him. In this world, these two have a bit more time, a bit more room to act, and with it they bond, much to Kisuke great surprise even as he still plans to use him.

So things happen, things are reveled, discoveries are had, and Kisuke goes to Ichigo, confirming that he knows.

And then he kneels before this youth; he kneels and apologizes, thinking and knowing in his soul he's done something unforgiveable, thinking he won't be forgiven and fine with that as long as Ichigo still lives well... only for Ichigo to actually forgive, just like that, just because he could tell Kisuke meant it, scowling still but most of all accepting.

Its a good thing Kisuke was already kneeling because that alone would have made him bow just from the sheer acceptance and warmth Ichigo just seems to shine with. Ichigo has no idea just what he's done, who's utter loyalty and trust he has secured, and Kisuke will kill, die, and live for this boy, he just has to say the word. Even with all the people Ichigo has gathered, from villains to protagonist, people who are loyal and true if to no one else but him, Kisuke feels blessed he can be included, can be trusted even over the others to always remain at Ichigo's back and protect it no matter what.

In return, Ichigo looks up to Kisuke as both a mentor, ally, friend, and after an interesting dream, a damn annoying crush he can not get rid of, going strong for years (no longer a crush then but let him deny it for a bit). Parts of him wants to devour this man whole, never share him with the world, but Ichigo is such a being of freedom he could never dream to rip such a thing from someone else. (Kisuke being Kisuke wouldn't mind if its Ichigo tho >:3 All Ichigo has to do is ask, and this man would give him the world, Benihime right behind him.)

I feel like this story would be a slow burn but not if that makes sense? like, there is a tension from the very beginning of the story to Demi-romantic/sexual Ichigo's awakening of shit, so that's what that feels like (Fight me on this, I will defend it to the grave Very Demi!Ichigo)

But yeah, so far that's it for my Bleach Ideas :D hope you enjoyed them and stuff.

#Bleach #bleach au #ichigo kurosaki #kisuke urahara #uraichi #Mob Character Ichigo

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rene-darling · 1 year

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THEY- treat your wounds

Just a reminder I do more fandoms than just genshin lol

...Judar...hakuryuu...sinbad...

Judar

Judar never really minded the fact that he couldn't use healing spells

In his words "why would someone as strong as me need healing spells pft-"

But oh God was he eating up his words right about now

"Why the fuck didn't you tell me earlier what if this thing gets... infected?!?" "...judar. It's not like you could help very much"

He knew this he knew he couldn't help with healing spells- he's known this for a long time but- why is it only now that he regrets not trying harder?

He's trying, he's trying so hard to heal you the look of defeat on his face is not a sight you see often sighing, you moved over to judar a little "judar..calm down, we can't go back yet. Just- give me my bag I have some first aid in it.."

Without saying a word he grabs your bag and hands you what he thinks is the first aid kit that you're talking about you take out some things that you're gonna use to clean your wound but soon you run into trouble- see your wound is on your back and as you shift to try to clean it a sharp jolt of pain hits

You let out a small groan but continued as there wasn't anything else you could do but perceiver

Judar watched as sweat drilled from your head as you tried to shift your position to see the tear God..he couldn't handle looking at you like this but he was clueless as to what he should do...

"Just...just- give me that" it surprised you a bit when Judar snatched the cloth from your hand "come here.." he gently? lowered your head to lay on his lap so you were laying on your stomach

Judar has been given punishments for acting out by al thamen plenty of times so he's watched as servants cleaned his wounds before so he's trying with all his might to replicate that

"Just..just tell me if it hurts..or- if I'm doing something wrong.." this was very unlike your judar in every scenario you had imagined him laughing at your injuries but treating them and reassuring you- oh wow

"..maybe I should get injured more often so I can see this side of you eh?-" in response, he didn't say anything but instead pressed a little too hard on your wound which was followed by an array of apologies from you

This- this felt nice contrary to the aching wound on your back, being gently touched by judar as he tried his best to softly clean your wound and apply some medicine was somehow almost soothing

"Thanks..judar " "mh"

hakuryuu

He's more worried about your wound than you- he looks like he's gonna cry-

You spoke too soon he did start crying and like a baby at that

It almost seemed like he was the hurt one

You end up comforting him...

He's crying almost sobbing "hey, haku...dont cry my dear its fine " he's just a mumbling crying whining mess "b-but...you, I, h-...how?" he's just a little crying mess in a puddle of his own tears

You hug him close ignoring any pain from the wound but when he tries hugging you back you let out a slight groan and he realizes what an idiot he's being, I mean your the ones who's hurt what the hell is he doing right now!!

He starts to stop crying still sniffling but it's better than before "c-...come here" he gently helps you lay down as he grabs bandages from his bag

"i-if you feel, any discomfort...tell me, okay?" his voice is small and you hear a small gasp when he gets a good view of your injury "y/n..." he whispers under his breath not sure how he could comfort you...

You can feel his hands shake as he cleans your wounds the little trembles of his body as worry overcomes him "don't worry my dear haku..."

"how...how could I not" you can hear his voice breaking as he quietly sobs once more

Sinbad

He's worried so so worried

The second he hears that your injured he rushes to your side and hold your hand

He's also mad, not at you but himself he should've been there to protect you!

"y/n...how did this...what happend...i-" it seems that for once even so bad is at a loss for words

He brings the best doctors in the nation no the world to come treat you, he holds your hand as they treat you his heart stops everytime your grip gets tighter indicating that your hurting "i-its gonna be...fine, fine...dont worry" it seems the reassure me is meant for himself more then it is for you

After the doctors leave he traces the area around your wound careful not to touch it...sinbad isn't the most caring person in the world and you've never seen him look so...afraid

"y/n...please next time tell me if your hurt, if you need help. Please " it's almost as if he's begging you more then asking

His voice breaks at the end of his sentence as you look at him and nod...you might not do what he says but at least you reassure him

#judar #judal #magi judal #magi the kingdom of magic #magi the labyrinth of magic #magi the adventures of sinbad #sinbad #Magi men #magi judar #hakuryuu #x reader

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sallyastral · 10 months

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Do you have any meet the parents headcannons about chaiflower?

I have quite a few actually 👀

Miles meets Auntie Maya

Pavitr couldn't wait to have Miles meet his aunt, and organised everything into detail

Considering how well she reacted to his coming out, he was also sure Maya would love Miles and would approve of their relationships

So, on a free-from-missions day, Pavitr brought Miles to Mumbattan

First of all, Pav brought him around the major points of interests so Miles could learn more about his culture

And taught him some words of his language too, so he could communicate with Maya better considering I don't think she knows English that fluently

Miles of course failed, but Pavitr wasn't worried at all because he already knew he was going to translate basically everything lol

And then, they went to dinner at Pav and his aunt's place

Auntie Maya, despite the language barrier, was extremely impressed by Miles' kind and pure hearted nature and ways

Miles definitely made a very good impressions

She often asks Pavitr when is he gonna invite Miles to dinner again

Pavitr meets Rio and Jefferson

Miles was definitely more anxious about having his parents meet Pavitr

Coming out was already hard and terrifying, what if they didn't like his boyfriend?

Pav often asked Miles when was he going to introduce him to his parents, and Miles always answered vaguely

Now, Miles didn't have much to worry about actually

Pavitr was a really respectful person and would surely treat Rio and Jefferson with respect and honour

The only problem is that Pav didn't speak Spanish, thing that Miles knew was extremely important to Rio

So Pavitr, completely on his own, decided to learn at least basic Spanish to make a good impression (he is so Boyfriend Material)

The meeting didn't happen like Miles planned thought, like, at all

Rio surprised them talking in Miles' room, and that's how she meet Pavitr for the first time

Her rage was soon calmed down by Pav's perfect manners and kindness

The evening ended with Rio and Jefferson inviting him for dinner

Pavitr too made a really good impression, even though Miles' parents wished they met him under different circumstances

Miles was then grounded for one month straight for introducing his boyfriend into their house without permission

Still, both Rio and Jefferson often ask Miles how Pav is doing and when can they meet him again

I love writing about them, I still have so many ideas ehe

I hope you enjoyed these headcanons, and feel free to request more!! Thank you for requesting!

#ChaiFlower #chaiflower #pavitr x miles #miles x pavitr #spiderman atsv #spiderman headcanon #spiderman across the spiderverse #atsv headcanons #atsv #headcanons #headcanons request #aunt maya #rio morales #jefferson davis

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cawdra · 3 months

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Good question, @avvielalame-blog

GATHER 'ROUND, FOR I HAVE A STORY TO TELL ABOUT MY WEIRD HOSPITAL OPIOID TRIP THAT MADE ME HALLUCINATE NEW GOOD OMENS EPISODES:

Last year I went to the hospital. It was some cyst (idk the medical lingo), and it was painful af. They gave me some sort of strong opioid (again, no idea what the medical lingo is, but I think it was Buprensomethingsomething). Mind you, I was on antidepressants and anti-anxiety meds, but I hadn't taken them for almost a week, cuz I couldn't get out of my bed the whole time (before I eventually went to the hospital). I told them I was off that medication, and because the prescription is pretty old, they gave me the painkillers. TURNS OUT THE FUCKING MEDS WERE NOT OUT OF MY SYSTEM YET!!! So uhhh... yeah.

(If you don't know, mixing these two things can be very dangerous because they can raise dopamine levels too high or something, which is INCREDIBLY DANGEROUS!!! I'm a pretty large person, so this didn't hit me that hard (and also I was off the meds for longer than 24 hours), but if I was slightly less of a fatass and more of a responsible medicine taker, I might have actually been comatosed.)

Anyway, I was riding high that night. I didn't have anything else to do, so after seeing a good omens edit, my first thought was, "That seems gay. I'm in." So I turned on Prime and watched it all in one night. It's not like I was going to sleep in a ward full of screaming people anyway, so might as well make the most of it. The nurses told me to sleep, but I told them I wasn't sleepy, so they just gave me my antibiotics and, whatever else, took my temp and walked out. Did they care about the gay shit I was watching on my phone? No, they've seen worse.

Anyway, I watched the show, ugly cried for like an hour (harder than I did from the cyst that was torturing me for about a week), and then went to sleep at around 2 pm. When I woke up, I, as a responsible queer, decided to rant about it to my friends. After telling them all those things, one of my friends (who actually watched the show with his sister) said, "Are you sure the anesthesia didn't scramble your brain, cuz none of that happened lol."

When I tell you I was DEVISTATED!!! Literally a "You... you serious?" moment. Cried almost as much as I did at the ending.

Also, if you want to know: I had a dream about how the Ineffable Husbands teamed up with some nun (who was as much of a nun as she was a saint - only on a technicality) and they made her carry the Second Coming, which eventually got her kicked off the nunnery of whatever cuz 'These days, if you get pregnant as a nun, you won't be called ‘The Virgin Sarah’ or ‘The Virgin Linda’. You will be called ‘a common whore’. So much for being a virgin.' (Quote from my fanfic (and the weird opioid trip).

I don't know what the rest of the dream was because Mr. Party Pooper (aka my friend JK Juno ily (^з^)-☆) cut me off because I was talking nonsense.

Long story short, the painkillers got out of my system, I took my meds, renewed the prescription, and went on my still-on-going recovery journey.

Did I suffer two heartbreaks in less than 12 hours? Yes. Were they worth it? Eh. I mean, it inspired my fanfic, but wasn't THAT worth it. Did I enjoy my trip? No, I threw up, had diarrhea, and then constipation for two weeks.

I still get an awful surprise when I rewatch Good Omens for a specific scene, only to find out AGAIN that I was just hallucinating.

Moral of the story - don't do drugs and be honest with your doctors and nurses cuz you might actually die.

Anyways, TOODLES!!1!!111!!!

~ CAwdra

#good omens #aziraphale #crowley #good omens 2 #good omens 3 #good omens season 2 #ineffable divorce #ineffable husbands #neil gaiman

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blankiebloo · 2 years

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Surprise!

Genshin boys reacting to a surprise kiss from you!

Gn!Reader

Characters: Xiao, Childe, Thoma, Diluc, Kaeya, Aether, Venti.

Xiao:

Got extremely blushy.

Immediately pulled away and hid his face.

Maybe or maybe not, teleports away.

When he turns his head back his eyes are just wide.

Kinda like a scared cat.

"You mortals confuse me!" Or "You have no respect for the adepti!"

Xiao is so cute omg-I just wanna pinch his cheeks! 😭

Childe:

Turns into an actual child.

He gets super giddy...like a child who was given candy for the first time-

Immediately pulls you back in for another kiss.

He ends up getting too excited and accidentally knocks you both over-

Loud laughing "You never fail to amuse me!"

I hate Childe with a burning passion.😊 Childe=Child

Thoma:

Honestly, he's just a human golden retriever.

Face is red as soon as your lips touch.

When you pull away he's just nervous laughing because he wasn't expecting it. Duh-

I'm 99.9% sure that if he had a tail it'd be wagging like crazy right now-

"Hehe, did you really wanna kiss me that badly?"

Thoma literally reminds me of a dog, lol

Diluc:

Depending on where you are, and if there's candles around, you can see the flames grow bigger and wave around. (inspired)

Face turns the exact same shade as his hair.

Whips his head around super fast and coughs into his fist, and you can see the tiniest bit of smoke escape his mouth. (also inspired)

"I know you love me, but sometimes I wonder if you're trying to give me a heart attack."

Diluc honestly reminds me of a dragon, ngl-

Kaeya:

He instead makes YOU blush when HE deepens the kiss!

Did you really think you could make him blush that easily?

When he pulls away and notices your blush he just chuckles and pats your head.

Ends up making your blush even WORSE by calling you cute and pretty/handsome/beautiful, or even all three! While peppering your face in kisses.

"You'll have to try harder than that to make me blush, sweetheart." And boy do you try.

KAEYA YOU TEASE- I think I blacked out on Kaeya's part-

Aether:

Another cute, blushy boy!

He let's it happen of course, but as soon as you pull away he just covers his mouth while looking at you wide-eyed. And also shaky-eyed-

For some reason he's apologizing??? And he won't stop until you shut him up with another surprise kiss!

"I'm really sorry! I should've-! Mmff!"

Aether, my poor, sweet, summer child-

Venti:

He might've been caught off gaurd for a second, but then soon enough he's deepening the kiss and won't let you go!

Everytime you try to pull away for air he kisses you before you can even get a breath in!

I think he's trying to kill you-😨

He only stops once you start tapping his shoulder, letting him know you need air.

When he pulls away you're left GASPING, trying to catch your breath!

"Ehe~! Sorry about that, Windblume!"

Venti's definitely trying to kill you-

A/n: Believe it or not, but I actually suck at writing!! Lol, okay- On another note I kinda wanna make a fic about reader trying to make Kaeya blush- So if you're interested in that, please let me know!☺

#Genshin fluff #Genshin Impact fluff #Genshin x Gn!Reader #Xiao fluff #Xiao x Gn!Reader #Childe fluff #Childe x Gn!Reader #Thoma fluff #Thoma x Gn!Reader #Diluc fluff #Diluc x Gn!Reader #Kaeya fluff #Kaeya x Gn!Reader #Aether fluff #Aether x Gn!Reader #Venti fluff #Venti x Gn!Reader #Blank writes!♡

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olderthannetfic · 8 months

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https://olderthannetfic.tumblr.com/post/728337438156734464/since-we-ended-up-talking-about-experimental oh god fucking dammit that slipped me by entirely. thanks for the free beta I guess lol. *goes to fix*

see, your version as two sentences makes sense but is also the kind of prose I'd consider just the tiny bit boring, and I feel like there should be a way to do it as one and still have it be comprehensible yknow

that's exactly where Experimental Grammar(TM) would have a place

My dude, you opened with "The fact that". We're in wordy-and-stilted territory here.

I think there are ways to do it as one sentence and probably lots of them, but we're going to need a little style.

The fact that the only genuine human connection he'd had in months had been with a criminal on track to one of the worse penal facilities really shouldn't be something to shake him to his core.

is, at its heart... not very interesting to start with. I'm not saying my version is interesting. It's not. It's just the clearer version of what you gave me.

If this were in my first draft (and it totally would be), I would rewrite the sentence entirely, not tweak it.

"One of the worse" is a culprit here. So is "really". This feels flabby and generic. It's only one of the worse and not one of the worst? Is this only, like, B-grade sucky?

Who is this person? This collection of banalities won't tell us. Sure, it's in the middle of something else that will help, but it's still so plain and so loaded down with helpers like "really" instead of having strong word choices in the first place.

Is this a person who uses very long sentences that get lost in their own verbiage? That's a style choice and it can work.

Look, if you want wordy, do wordy. But pick better words.

That his sole, solitary spark of human connection in this bleak year had been with a genocidal maniac on his way to a lifetime in The Poison Hells should not have sent this bolt of ice through his guts.

The fact that the only living creature to break through the gray fog of these past months was a venal excuse for a public servant headed for exile in a second-tier penal colony should not have likewise destroyed his calm, and yet...

And if they aren't someone who specifically wants to wax lyrical for too many words before a period, why stop at two sentences?

What was wrong with this piece of shit he called a brain? Two months of cold, calm quiet and then—then—that little shit Danvers said one word and he melted like a kid's popsicle in the sun. Was he really that desperate for human companionship? No. Fuck that. Danvers could try what he liked, but he was up against thirty years on The Rock no matter what any of them said now. Only that weasel was too stupid to know buttering up a guard couldn't do shit. The other option wasn't worth thinking about—the option that Danvers hadn't been trying anything.

Are these good? Eh. Nothing one puts in a writing advice post is ever good enough and is doomed to vivisection, but they're at least less boring.

I'm sorry, dude, but what you gave us, we gave you back.

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ayyyez · 1 year

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Haikyuu headcannons of who you think would be the best at cooking? Like who makes delicious meals and likes to cook (other than, ya know, Osamu lol). Could be any meal types (breaky, brunch, lunch, dinner, dessert, etc)

Bonus if ya include who shouldn't be allowed within 10 feet of a kitchen <3

a/n: omg can I?????? ABSOLUTELY I CAN! thank for request as always ehe ily <3

tags: cooking headcanons, fluff

characters: Iwaizumi Hajime, Bokuto Koutarou, Miya Atsumu, Kageyama Tobio, Kunimi Akira, Kozume Kenma + Honourble Mentions at the end

Iwaizumi: The practical allrounder. Can cook most things in theory and quite well. The food itself doesn't always look pretty but he always adds plenty off flavours and spice. Good enough to add his owns twist on recipes too. Learnt the basics from his parents and then most of his recipes he found and adapted himself. Had to fend for himself cooking wise as a teen and has been cooking since then. LOVES cooking for his s/o and his friends and family. Big smiles, holding his head high with a little blush when you compliment his food or cooking skills. Big on nutritional meals too and researching how to make them healthy and delicious. It's the athletic trainer coming out.

Bokuto: The rising star. A learning curve in his teen years with a few messes and averted disasters but a pretty good cook in adulthood. Taught by his mama and big sisters (one is a bit of disaster the other is very good). Genuinly loves cooking and I think finds he loves it more once he learns a bit about nutritional aspects at college/through V.League. Doesn't always follow recipes but somehow is food always tastes amazing. You can tell he puts love into his cooking. His dishes burst with flavour. Dancing in the kitching while cooking you breakfast in nothing but his briefs? Yep! That's him. He's also the guy in the kitchen with mama and gran at family events helping cook all the meals and getting in on the family gossip. He's also really good at mixing drinks but will make them a really strong ratio that have a great taste (they knock you on your ass too).

Atsumu: The somethings always off menace. He can cook in theory. He and Osamu grew up in the same household after all but there's always something up with his dishes. He puts too much spice in there or not enough. Overcooks it, undercooks it, burns it—never can get the timing right. See Atsumu cooks with with the same love Osamu does but with none of the same care. You can get something edible out of his dishes most of the time though. He just doesn't have the same skill or dedication so it's a bit more basic. Better at doing the quick breakfasts or if he's doing dinner he's doing the curries and egg rice omelets. Less likely to overcook things then because they're a bit easier. He can do onigiri too though just not the fancy tasty ones Osamu does. If you compliment his cooking though he will love you forever! This man lives off words of affirmation and praise lol.

Kageyama: The basics otherwise a disaster. Can definitely cook rice after his sister taught him how to use a rice cooker. He needed to know once he moved out of home. Can fry up vegetables in a pan and make other basic dishes. Although the first time he cooked with oil in a pan he burnt the top of his hand the poor boy. Why did no one warn him not to turn the heat up too high and that hot oil can bubble up like that? (Miwa totally did Tobio sweetie! He was just so hungry at the time he wasn't paying close enough attention). He panicked so much for his poor setter hands he didn't use the pan for days. Called his sister to come to Tokyo. She laughed her ass off at him because he eyed the pan like a skittish cat. Totally a pro now though. Not great at big recipes and dishes. Just basic basic things. Also doesn't like cooking things he has to monitor for long periods of time. Just makes sure all the food groups are there. Meat? Check. Veges? Check. Throw in pan. Add sauce/spice. Done. Eat with rice. lol. Simple. Panics if you ask him to cook for you. Just kind of goes 'I only know how to cook me things.' as in his basic ass bitch meals lmao.

Kunimi: The lazy king of life hacks. Learnt how to make tasty meals in a rice cooker from his dorm room. Hacked his way out of social interactions and walking anywhere once he found out that even if he got food delivered he'd have to walk downstairs to go get it. Big on easy noodle meals like your ramens, rice noodles, potato noodles, etc. Doesn't like too much spice and prefers adding a bit of sugar to his dishes. When he's got access to the facilities (like as a teen at home or an adult out of the dorms) he will make certain kinds of minimal effort desserts once in awhile. When he's craving certain sweets like fudge that you can just chuck somewhere cool to set. Not super big on baking but likes the end reward of it. Doesn't like super involved cooking by himself but is more willing to be part of the process with someone else like a s/o or friends/family. Has to be someone close who can convince him to do it though or he will just watch from the sidelines. Prefers easy but tasty recipes and is very good at perfecting his own. Want something quick and delicious? Kunimi is your man.

Kenma: Can't cook but can kind of bake wildcard. Growing up he never had to do anything like helping out with the cooking. Knows how to boil water and pour it into a noodle cup. Knows how to cook rice in a cooker from Kuroo showing him a volleyball camp. Knows how to grill meat and put things in hot pot from outings. Would overcook things because he's so anxious it wouldn't be cooked enough that he'd leave it too long. Just hates the idea of him cooking anyway because he's worried he'll mess it up and it makes him anxious. Might try if you show him basic things and don't just leave him on his own. Baking though, that is something he did want to be apart of growing up. Used to be that kid sitting in front of the oven waiting for his pies to bake. Liked helping mixing and putting everything together. The smell of things baking really relaxes him.

HONOURABLE MENTIONS:

Can cook well/delicious flavours: Miya Osamu (duh), Kita Shinsuke, Tendou Satori

Can cook basic dishes/good flavours/spices: Oikawa Tooru, Kuroo Tetsurou, Sakusa Kiyoomi,

Can cook basic dishes/what is adding spices? Yamaguchi Tadashi, Suna Rintarou (he barely cooks and forgets lol) Eita Semi

Adds too much spice! Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Nishinoya Yuu, Futakuchi Kenji, Yuutarou Kindaichi

Tries to cook but burns things: Asahi Azumane, Koganegawa Kanji

Experimenter wildcard 50/50 of being good meal: Sugawara Koushi, Yachi Hitoka, Hinata Shouyou, Yaku Morisuke

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ladydeznutz · 1 year

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Luigi & an S/O with a loud/”ugly” laugh

He met you when the mayor asked the brothers to help with damages, with pay of course. Simply put, almost an entire block was ruined after Bowser’s attack.

He and Mario were exhausted, anticipating finally getting to the last house of the day as they got their tools. As expected, the front porch was a mess, with windows broken or completely shattered, but...that's not what they were there for.

A large portion of the first floor was flooded, which seemed to be because of a pipe that fell through a window; in the distance, water flowed over the edges of the second-floor balcony, creating a form of a waterfall. The brothers exchanged looks with one another before setting to work on fixing the damage.

Luigi sighed deeply as he made his way upstairs, taking care not to slip on the wet tiles.

At least the house wasn't on fire...

He followed the trail of water to a bedroom door and found that it was slightly open. Curious, Luigi peered inside, only to jump back with a quiet yelp. There was someone sitting inside, their eyes closed and hands resting atop their knees. There wasn't supposed to be anyone here while they worked, considering everyone had evacuated from the area.

The figure stirred and opened their eyes as they heard Luigi's soft footsteps enter, staring straight ahead at him. Luigi swallowed thickly, their eyes were red and puffy; clearly crying,

"O-Oh! I'm sorry, I-I didn't know you were already here."

"I didn't mean to intrude-"

Not knowing what else to do, Luigi approached you, sitting down beside you. "Are...Are you okay?" He asked you, placing a gentle hand over your trembling shoulder.

The reason why you were crying? You had just recently moved in, and the stress of moving somewhere new for the first time AND suddenly having that home destroyed? Well, it was all too much.

Safe to say that after you both talked, you'd end up seeing each other a lot more.

Pre-Relationship:

- After he made sure you were alright, Luigi offered to show you around when he wasn't busy.

- To make you comfortable of course

- Mario teasing him when he gets your number

- "Ol' Lou got himself a date, eh?"

- Takes you to all his favorite places and the "must see" sites/attractions

- After getting to know you better, he starts getting a small crush (how it always starts with everyone)

- Doesn't even realize he likes you until his brother starts making suggestive remarks

- Denial

- Thinks his crush is just one of those things that will go away if he ignores it/doesn't act on it (It doesn't)

- Until he realizes that trying too hard to NOT think about you both together, ends up being all he fantasies about

- When he hears your laugh for the first time?

- Instant infatuation

Dating:

- For sure tries to make you laugh all of the time

- "Ugly" laughs are so infectious, i love em

- Therefore, every time you laugh, so does he

- You could literally be laughing at something he doesn't find funny, but he'll laugh anyways

- Believes that once you laugh you can instantly brighten anyone's day

- You always brighten his

- When you get separated at a party or something, fills his soul when he can hear you laughing at something

- One of his uncle's made a comment about your laugh once

- His heart practically stops at seeing you deflate

- Refuses to eat for the rest of dinner and insists that you both go to your place

- Is still worried about you after the whole ordeal

- Tries to distract you with conversation and jokes

- His jokes always work

- Comedy movies are always your go to when he’s upset

- Take a guess why

This could’ve been better. I’ve never done hc’s before lol. I tried including more instances where you laugh, but I couldn’t think of anymore.

#luigi x reader #luigi #reader #x reader #no y/n #luigi mario #super mario bros #the super mario bros movie

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eating-plastic · 9 months

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Leaving Morals Behind: Kent x fem!reader SMUT

Warnings: NSFW, smut (MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI), age gap (older man-younger woman. Reader is ALWAYS +18), AFAB!reader, p in v sex, rough sex, oral sex (male receiving), masturbation, choking (the good kind 😏) , the ol' cheatin' with the babysitter trope, dom!Kent, sub!reader, degrading, infidelity (duh), swearing, slow burn, mentions of PTSD, reader tries so hard to be a good person lol, there are some feeling in this, probably some grammatical errors

Word Count: 7724 Words

A/N: Okay, I know, infidelity is wrong, cheating is wrong, I wouldn't cheat on my partner, and I'd hope to God he wouldn't cheat on me, my mama always said married men are off limits...but y'all are lying if you said you wouldn't become a homewrecking whore for this man. I'd happily be this man's fucktoy if Jodi ain't givin' it up lol. Please leave all morals at the "read more" line, you will be able to pick them back up at the end of the fic. Keep your hands and feet inside the ride at all times, and away we go!

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You always thought you were a good person, or at least you always tried to be. You liked to be liked, giving and getting respect and rewards. Always wanting to be friends with a strong moral compass you never strayed from. So when you had inherited your grandfather's old farm and had to move to Stardew Valley, you were none the wiser that it was going to be a test of your good nature.

A test you were going to fail at.

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Stardew Valley was beautiful, at least you thought so. Sure it wasn't as big and bustling as the city you were used to, but you didn't mind. No, the only problem you had was money.

The farm was a fixer upper, that was for sure. You knew you would have to get some seeds and maybe some animals to make money, but all you were concerned with was making the home look like a home.

And food. You needed food.

Whelp, looks like it was job hunting time for you.

Unfortunately you didn't even know where to start.

"Wow, so mom was right," the sound of a male voice causes you to turn. Behind you was a man about your age with blonde hair. "Someone did move into the old man's place."

Of course, that's where you would start. Being nice as you always were.

"Hi, I'm Y/N. Uh, this was apparently my grandpa's farm," you hold your hand out for him to shake. He takes it, but looks at you weird.

"You didn't know?"

"Uh, well no. I wasn't very close with him. I think I only knew him when I was a toddler," you truly didn't remember, then again your family was never close with their own. "So, you gotta name?"

"Oh yeah, sorry. I'm Sam."

Well, so far so good.

"Well, Sam, you wouldn't happen to know if anyone here has a help wanted sign or something. Kind of, uh...need to get this place fixed up."

He thinks for a moment.

"Eh, not sure. But hey, why don't I show you around? I'm sure you'll find something!"

With that, you followed Sam around, even getting to know him a bit more. You found him relatively likable, but you didn't really support his dislike for authority. Of course, you felt disappointment bubbling within you due to small towns typically meaning little opportunities. At the sight of your defeated face, Sam sighs.

"Look...there's someplace that is hiring, but it kinda sucks."

"Psh, I just need enough money for food and get the farm looking like, well, an actual farm."

"Yeah, it really does look like a shithole," at that, you punch his shoulder. "Ow! Okay, sorry. Look, I work at Jojamart, it's this big business that moved in recently, and they're always looking for workers. I don't like it, but if you can put up with it, then I'll take you there."

To make a long story short, you told Sam to lead you there.

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You tried to get by on such a humble paycheck, but operation "fix up your new farm" was going slower than you'd like. On the bright side, at least your friendship with Sam was going well. You viewed him as the brother you never had, and he viewed you as the sister he never had. Not to mention he had introduced you to his friends Sebastian and Abigail, although the latter was more agreeable and welcoming to your kindness.

About a month or two of you living in Pelican Town had passed, Sam had asked if you wanted to go out drinking with him. He even added that it was his treat since you said you didn't want to spend your paycheck on anything that wasn't a necessity. He clearly had something he wanted to talk to you about and you alone, considering Sebastian and Abigail weren't present like usual.

"So...any reason you wanted to drag me out for a drink?" swirling your glass and watching the drink that moved within.

"First of all, you need it. You've been working for six months straight."

"I have not! And for your information, I can handle the responsibilities of a job. You can't even bear working for an hour." you quipped.

"Not true. I can't handle working two hours, thank you very much."

"Heh, okay okay," you prepared to take a sip of your drink. "So, what's the second thing?"

"How good are you with kids?"

You nearly choke on your drink and let out a laugh of disbelief.

"Wha-What kinda question is that?" your laugh makes Sam let out a nervous chuckle.

"Yeah, that does sound weird, huh?"

"You don't say."

He clears his throat, before explaining himself.

"Look, my mom's been stressed. Especially since my dad's been deployed. I gotta kid brother that she always worries about, and leave yours truly to babysit. Besides, you said you've been looking for a second job, anyways."

It's true. With the humble paycheck Joja was giving you, it was hard to get the farm fixed up, hence why you never went out drinking with Sam and his friends.

"It won't be much, but my mom really needs the break. Even if it's just for a day," the blonde looks at you pleadingly.

"Any little bit helps," you nod. "You sure your mom would be okay with a total stranger watching her kid?"

"Believe me, you're not a stranger to her. I've talked about so much that she thinks we're dating," he jokes.

"Ew!" you did a fake shudder at that, even making a goofy grossed out face.

"I know!" he lets out his own playful noise of disgust, before collecting himself. "So, uh, what do you say? Think you can put up with my little brother."

"Of course I can. I've babysat more kids than I can count before moving here. You have got yourself a deal, Samson." you held your hand out to shake on it.

Sam gave you an annoyed look that made you laugh. He hated being called by his full name, which you reveled in. Still, he shook your hand, sealing the deal.

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You told Sam that you would show up at his place the following Saturday. Upon meeting his mother Jodi and his little brother Vincent, you liked them just as quickly as you liked him. Jodi did look as exhausted as her eldest son described, and was trying to turn you away from babysitting her youngest. Not because she didn't trust you, but because she felt she didn't have the money you deserved for taking time out of your day to watch the little boy that was eagerly asking you all sorts of questions.

You just told her what you told Sam, any little bit helped no matter how small. Besides, you were quickly taking a liking to Vincent. In fact, you would say that he was one of the cutest kids you'd ever babysat.

And so, after standing your ground, the woman caved, and asked her youngest son if he would like you to watch over him.

The answer was a resounding "yes".

So she left, leaving the two of you alone in the home.

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"What are you doing?" Vincent asked, watching you tidy up the living room of the home.

"Just cleaning the room up a bit. Wanna help me? you had decided to indulge the child's love for insects, making sure he didn't get too dirty. At least, to the best of your abilities. He still needed to wash his hands afterwards. As such, you decided to assist Jodi even more by picking the house up a bit.

"I thought only mom cleaned?" he cocked his head to the side.

"Everyone cleans, kiddo. A nice home means a nice life," you moved to the kitchen to do some dishes.

"Is that true?" he asked.

"Mmhm, it is. Come on, you can help me dry dishes."

"But isn't that boring?" he still followed you into the kitchen despite his question.

"It doesn't have to be. How about I tell you a story while we work? Sound good?" you knelt down to be at eye level with the kid.

"Okay...but only if you let me have gummies afterwards."

"Whatever you say kiddo. Just don't tell your mother about the "gummy" part, kay?" you ruffled his hair and moved a chair closer to the sink for him to stand on.

He pulled himself onto the chair, and you began to tell a story you remembered from your childhood.

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You were coming up on a year of living in Stardew Valley, and your farm didn't look like it's former self at all. Now, you had crops of your own, as well as a couple of hens. As such, you quit your job at Jojamart, now selling your wares, but you still babysat Vincent at least once a week.

You loved the kid just as you loved Sam: as another brother you never had. Jodi was still apologetic with the small amount of money she paid you, but you no longer cared. You weren't babysitting her younger son for money anymore, now you were doing it because you wanted to. Besides, you enjoyed helping the overworked woman out with cleaning up the house a bit.

As such, it allowed her to repay you by joining her family for dinner. It was nice eating with what you now would consider a surrogate family, now that you were so far away from your own. In fact, both Jodi and Vincent had finally stopped calling you and Sam a couple, which was nice.

Yes, your good nature and morals was certainly still shining through, and rewarding you in the end.

That was until he showed up.

You were eating some of Jodi's lentil soup for supper that night. While Vincent complained about it, you told him that if you could eat it, he could eat it. So he sucked it up.

Meanwhile, Sam was discussing a song he was writing with Sebastian asking for your ideas. The ideas you gave ranged from serious to jokey.

It was all going so well, until the front door opened.

You all turned your heads to look at who it was. Though you never met him, you knew just who you were looking at. Sam, Vincent, and Jodi all told you about Kent. You knew he was in the military, and how his family had worried about him. He was loved, and everyone's words made you want to meet him when he got back from his deployment.

Now though, you felt small as his eyes fell upon you. He was analyzing you, a stranger in his home, despite clearly being on good terms with his family.

You wanted to excuse yourself early, now no longer hungry as you were intruding on what should have been a nice moment of a family reuniting.

Of course, after Kent found out you were both Sam's best friend and Vincent's babysitter, he stopped staring daggers at you like you had just burnt his most valued possessions. He even offered you his hand to shake, which you noticed was rough and large compared to yours.

After being properly introduced to him, you voiced that you were going to leave, coming up with the excuse that your crops needed tending to.

As you walked home, you decide to stay away from Sam's place for a bit, wanting him and his family to have a proper reunion with the patriarch of the house.

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It had been a few days since that dinner, and you were still following your decision. You still hung out with Sam, and Jodi and Vincent always said "hi" to you when you passed by them in town square, but you still didn't want to intrude.

So you spent these past days walking around Pelican Town, after tending to your crops and hens. You loved taking in the scenery and waving hello to any of the villagers that you'd greet. You also just love getting lost in your thoughts.

"Hey, uh, Y/N!"

You jump at the sound of a rough, male voice calling your name. You turn around and see Kent walking towards you. He doesn't seem as cold as he was when you first met him. As such, you got a better look at the older man now that you weren't frozen under his gaze.

He looked like an older, more handsome and rugged version of Sam. Also more muscular too, at least from what you could tell despite the clothes.

"H-Hi," you still can't help but be shy around him.

"Look...I'm sorry about our first meeting. I noticed you were kinda shaken up after it," he rubs the back of his neck, clearly feeling a bit guilty about it.

"It's okay. You didn't know me. You just wanted to eat and sleep I imagine, right?"

"Yeah," he nods and sighs. "Still, why don't we start over, clean slate."

He holds his large hand out for you to shake once more. You smile sheepishly, and take it.

"Clean slate," you agreed.

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Clean slate was right. After that day, everything in your world went back to normal. You got to babysit Vincent again, and you felt welcomed to hang out and eat supper at Sam's place too.

However, you quickly noticed that things were a bit rocky in his world. He would talk about how he was happy to have his dad back, but noticed that he seemed so standoffish, Vincent would even complain that he didn't play with him anymore. Jodi never spoke on the matter, but you assumed that she understood the seriousness on the matter. You certainly did.

Before moving to Stardew Valley, you had a huge interest in psychology, taking classes in both high school and college. You even had plans of becoming a psychologist. Funny how those plans changed.

The point is, you had an idea what Kent was going through. Being a soldier certainly wasn't easy. You had no doubts in your mind that he had seen and done things most couldn't even bear.

Whenever you would walk around town, you'd notice that he would stand under trees a lot, all by himself and deep in thought. Sure, he'd smile and wave at you when you'd pass by, but you knew that there was a disturbance inside his head. You wondered if he wanted someone to talk to. Then again, you didn't want to be pushy. Besides, you were just a family friend that he was only starting to get to know. There was only one way to find out.

Asking him.

You timed your walk perfectly with Kent heading out to stand under the tree just North of his home. He was a bit suspicious, considering you would usually take your walk later, but maybe you just felt like taking it sooner.

"Afternoon, Y/N," he greeted and continued on his way.

"Hey, Kent," you chirped.

"You're taking your walk early."

"Yeah, I didn't have much to do today. Why sit inside waiting for the clock to strike when you can just do it now, right?"

"I guess," he tenses up a bit when he notices you aren't breaking away from him like usual. Maybe you were just in a friendly mood. "So, uh, how's the farm coming?"

"Oh, it's going great! You should've seen it before I cleaned it up. You wouldn't even recognize it.

"Maybe...this town hasn't changed much since I left."

His jaw is tight and he clearly is starting to get lost in thought. Now was your chance.

"Are you okay?" you ask.

"I'm fine," he says quickly.

Alright, that didn't give you much to work with.

"Do you...do you want me to leave you alone?" you clearly aren't buying his words.

Kent sighs, deeply.

"Y/N, listen, don't you have something better to do than waste time following me around?"

Resistance, that was to be expected. Still, you would try one more time. If he continued to push you away, then that would be it. You would leave him alone.

"I know you're not fine, Kent. I can't imagine what you're going through, but I just want you to know that I'll listen to you if you need me to. But if you want me to leave you alone, then I will."

He stares at you intensely. He's both analyzing your words, and deciding if he wants to talk. You continue to look up at him, patience evident on your face. Eventually, he takes a deep breath and begins to speak.

"You like listening to other people's problems?"

"I like being there for people if they want me to, however they want me to. So, if you want me to leave, I will."

"Heh, a farmer, a babysitter, and a shrink. Is there anything else you can do that I don't know about?" he really doesn't want to give you a straightforward answer. Unfortunately for him, you were more stubborn than you let on. At your lack of backing down, he just looks away from you.

"It just doesn't feel right....Like I can't go back to normal no matter how hard I try. I'm happy to be home...but I hate that I can't just go back to who I was before...," he trails off.

Well that's shocking. You were really expecting him to tell you to "fuck off". Still, you'll take it.

"Have you tried talking to someone about this? Jodi?" you push a bit, seeing how responsive he'll be. Luckily, he replies to your question.

"No one here gets it, so why should I? Besides, Jodi just wants to pretend that everything is still great, so why should I ruin that? Hell, why am I even telling you this, anyways?" he runs a hand through his hair, frustration evident at the matter.

"Only you know the answer to that, Kent. I'm not gonna tell you what you should and shouldn't do, or how you should feel," you hesitantly hold your hand up to touch his arm." I'm just here if you want someone to just listen to you."

You're both silent now. Neither of you know what you want to say. Still, your hand is resting reassuringly on his arm, which he doesn't shove off. Finally, the older man sighs.

"Look, just...," he thinks about what he wants to say. "Just know that you don't have to waste your time listening to me, okay."

You give him a sympathetic smile.

"It's not wasting my time, if I'm just doing what I wanna do," you squeeze his arm gently before letting it go. "I just want to be there for you, Kent. Just like with Sam, and Jodi, and Vincent....And I'll do it however you all want me to."

He glances at you, before giving you a shadow of a smile.

"You're too nice of a person. You know that, Y/N?"

"So I've been told," you giggle.

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'You were just being nice,' you thought. It seems like those five words had become your mantra ever since that day.

You were just being nice while you listened to Kent open up about whatever he felt comfortable with telling you.

You were just being nice when you would reassuringly touch his arm and speak so sweetly to him.

You were just being nice when you would give him gifts he loved, while the rest of his family would only get gifts that they liked.

And it was just a coincidence that you started wearing more dresses now, because he would always compliment you when you wore them.

Everything even got to the point where Kent would visit you at your farm to help move things that were too heavy for you, when you had complained about whatever you were having trouble with. You didn't want him to strain himself, but he insisted. He said it was because he was repaying you for always being there for his family.

So yes, you were just being nice when you would watch him move objects around, always wearing a white tank top that showed off his arms, or even forfeiting the shirt entirely.

You were just being nice, because you were just making sure he didn't pass out from heat stroke, hence why you gave him towels, ice cold lemonade, or even offered your shower to him.

This wasn't because you desired the older man. No, of course not. How could you? He was not only married with a family, but you were friends with his family. Sure he was attractive, and sure he cared about you, but you'd never pursue anything with him. You weren't a homewrecker.

You weren't. Even when your brain would betray you and make you dream about Kent in situations that ranged from wholesome, with him kissing you while standing under one of the many trees he stood under, to down right pornographic with him pinning you down to any surface and fucking your brains out. Nope, you couldn't be into him. Even when you would wake up from those dreams with butterflies in your stomach or damp panties.

No. You couldn't. After all, would you really be into him if a cold shower washed those thoughts away? Would you really be into him if you still hung out with him and his family? Of course not.

You were just being nice.

Well, that was until one wet dream you had one night.

'You were babysitting Vincent like always. You were helping him study for a science test he had that Friday. You supposed you could add tutor to that list of farmer, babysitter, and shrink.

Suddenly, both Jodi and Kent entered the home. The boy at your side got up from your spot on the floor and ran into his mother's arms. She said that he had a doctor's appointment, which was odd because you could've sworn Vincent's doctor's appointment had passed. Still, they both left, leaving you and the older man alone in the home.

He walked into the dinning room, and called for you to follow him. You did what you were told, only to have his hand wrapped around your throat. You could still breathe, but it didn't stop you from jumping.

Kent now had you pinned up against the dining room table, calling you a "dirty homewrecker" and a "filthy whore", and with his hand under the skirt of your dress.

The next thing you knew, you were bent over the table, your skirt flipped up and your panties ripped off, all while the older man behind you used your body like you were nothing but a sex doll.

Fuck, it felt amazing. You had never had your body used like that before, but you were already addicted to it. Especially as you felt your orgasm coming closer...and closer...and....'

You woke up, panties completely soaked and your pussy craving attention. It was at that moment in your lust filled mind that you thought one thing: fuck it.

No cold shower was gonna take care of this, and you decided that you were done lying to yourself. You were done with being nice all the time. You wanted Kent, and you didn't give a fuck about his wife and sons.

So, you slipped your hand down your body and underneath the waistband of your pajama shorts and panties.

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Little did you know that Kent wasn't exactly having the most platonic thoughts about you, either. Though it did take him a bit longer than you for him to have his own "fuck it" moment.

You were so beautiful, attentive, sweet, almost innocent in his eyes. And as such, he also just assumed that all of the actions you had done for him, was just you being nice.

That's why he would go over to your farm to help you. He was just repaying your kindness. He was just being nice.

He didn't want you. No, how could he? He loved his wife, he had a family. And you? Innocent, sweet little you? You couldn't have wanted him. You were a good girl, not a homewrecker. No, he didn't desire you at all.

Even when his brain betrayed him by playing dreams of you as his little wife instead. Coming home to you, loving you, taking you out on dates. Nope, that longing feeling he felt after waking up from these dreams was something else.

After all, would he really be into you if a cold shower washed those thoughts away, or if he could still look you or his family in the eye. Of course not.

You were just being nice.

That was until he had his own wet dream about you.

'He was sitting in a field with you, which was odd considering how open fields make him uncomfortable, but you looking at him so lovingly seemed to make him forget that.

Something he noticed was that you were wearing a dress, as you seem to be wearing dresses a lot nowadays, except this one left little to the imagination. The skirt hardly covered your ass, and the top put your cleavage on full display. You, however, seemed completely unaware of your revealing outfit.

The next thing Kent knew, your dress was off, and apparently you weren't wearing a bra or panties underneath. He was also hovering above you, with his hand wrapped around your throat. Despite this, you were looking up at him, completely blissed out. As if this dream couldn't get any better, you let out the most adorable moans while he fucked you.

What started off with what could've been interpreted at "love making" quickly transformed into something more primal. And he loved it. Especially as his orgasm got closer...and closer...and....'

He woke up, except unlike you, he woke up in the middle of the night, with his wife peacefully sleeping beside him. He couldn't take a cold shower, and he couldn't go back to sleep now that he was almost painfully hard. There was only one thing he could do.

'Fuck it,' he thought, before getting up to head to the bathroom, after making sure everyone in the house was asleep.

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Neither of you made a move. How could you? You didn't know if Kent desired you, and he didn't know if you desired him. Besides, there was the whole, oh, you know, married with a family issue. Still, that didn't stop you from wanting to be a bit subtle on the matter, now wearing dresses that had shorter skirts or emphasized your cleavage, and touching him a bit more.

Everything didn't come to a halt though, until you had asked him to come over whenever he could to help move something heavy. Apparently, that meant Kent coming over on what felt like the hottest day of the summer. As such, you decided to set up your sprinkler in case he needed to cool down while he worked. Oh yeah, and so you had an excuse to run around in your bathing suit in front of him.

When he saw you, he was taken aback by seeing more of you than he was used to, even looking away to focus on the task at hand. That clearly didn't last long, as you felt his eyes back on you while you bent over a bit to splash the cool water from the sprinkler onto your face.

"Alright, move over. I need to cool down more than you," the older man jests.

You look up at him and smirk, moving aside.

"Go ahead."

Kent stands and sighs, as droplets of water fall unto him. While he's distracted, you grab the sprinkler and hold it towards him, causing him to get hit in the face with a rush of water. You place it back down and laugh at his startled reaction. Unfortunately, this gave him enough time to replicate what you did to him.

"Eek! Kent, stop!" you squeal out, trying to shield your body from the sprinkler's cold blasts.

"Nope! Not until you say you're sorry," he playfully sneers.

"Ah! Okay! Okay, I'm sorry!" at that, he puts the sprinkler back onto the grass. "Truce?"

You hold out your hand, which he shakes.

"Truce."

"I'm sorry about making you come out here. Especially on the hottest day of the summer," you do feel a bit guilty about the whole thing, despite flaunting your body in your bathing suit.

"You know I don't mind. I'm always happy to help you out."

"I know...," you begin, deciding to make a move now. You make your way closer to Kent before giving him your best "bedroom eyes". "I just wish there was something I could do to repay you."

You drag your fingertips up his arm, which causes him to tense up. His eyes widen at your actions, and he backs up from you.

'Oh, shit.'

You quickly drop your hand to your side. Your face begins to heat up with embarrassment and shame. You try to get out an apology, but all that comes out are stuttered phrases.

"...I see," Kent grabs his jacket and walks out of your backyard. All you can do is just stand there, humiliated.

You raise your hands up to your face and take a deep breath, ashamed of yourself.

'Oh, Yoba, what have I done?"

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After that event, you couldn't even look at yourself in the mirror. What was wrong with you? How could you do that? You tried to seduce a married man. A man who you were close with, and had a family you were close with. And now he knew just what a horrible person you were. Hell, it felt like everyone in Pelican Town knew, despite them not treating you any differently. In fact, Jodi and Vincent still would greet you anytime they passed you, and Sam still would invite you out to drink with him and his friends. And every time, you had to put on a mask like you were still a good person, like you didn't try to destroy their family.

You also never saw Kent after that day, but you were purposely trying to ignore him. How could you face him? He seemed pretty pissed off at your actions, not wanting to associate with someone like you.

You were actually considering moving back home. What was once someplace you felt welcomed in, now felt suffocating. Everyone knew, they had to.

It was evening now, and you were doing everything you could to ignore your thoughts and how much of a miserable human being you were.

The sound of your phone ringing rips you from your task, and you almost feel like just letting the caller on the other end give up trying to reach you. Guilt pulls you to answer it though, because if you are going to try and feel less miserable about yourself, why ignore someone who may have needed you. So you answer, lifting the device up to your ear.

"H-Hello?"

"Y/N," the voice on the other end greets. You feel your blood run cold as you recognize who it is.

"Kent...wh-what can I do for you?" you swallow, nervously.

"Sorry that this seems short notice. I was gonna take Jodi out for drinks and Sam's off with his buddies somewhere. Do you mind watching Vincent for a bit?" he doesn't sound pissed off or tense, like you expected. That does melt your nerves a bit.

"Y-Yeah, sure. Um, I'll be over there in a bit."

"Good."

And just like that, the line goes dead. You take a deep breath. You were just going to watch Vincent, that was all. Maybe this was your road to redemption. Maybe your little stunt that hot day was going to become water under the bridge. So after composing yourself, you head on over to the home you had been avoiding.

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It seems like the distance between your farm and Sam's place had gotten shorter during your trek. You actually just stare at his front door wondering if you should just turn around and head back. No, you had to try and reconstruct your shattered, good nature. Flaking on people who needed you was not going to help. So you knock on the door just as you used to.

Unfortunately, Kent greets you when the front door opens, though you didn't know if greeting Jodi would've been any better.

"Come in," he says, shortly.

You walk in and the older man closes the door behind you. You wait for Vincent to come greet you like he always does when you babysit, but you can't hear the sound of his footsteps getting rapidly closer, nor do you hear his voice. In fact, the whole house was quiet.

"Kent, where is everyone?" you ask, feeling nervous.

"Gone," he says, before walking into his kitchen.

"Wha-gone? What do you mean 'gone'?" you hesitantly follow him. He is leaning up against one of the counters, thinking.

"Jodi took the boys out for a little vacation. I stayed behind," he still doesn't look at you.

"I-I...why?" everything is beginning to feel weirdly dreamlike.

"Because we need to talk," his eyes finally fell on you. "And you haven't been giving me much of an opportunity."

"Sorry...," your voice is small, and you look down at your feet. As much as you don't want to face this talk, you know that getting it out of the way may make things better.

"'Sorry' is right. You pull that little stunt all those days ago, and then avoid me," wait what?

You look up and notice that Kent is much closer to you now. You freeze up a bit, but feel confused that he doesn't look angry with you.

"Tell me, sweetheart," he leans a bit closer to you. "Do you normally fool around with married men?"

The question takes you by surprise and your cheeks heat up.

"I-I...no," it's the only thing that comes to your mind, which now feels empty.

"Clearly," he holds your face so you are forced to look at him. "You have a bad habit of working me up, where people could see or hear us. Do you want everyone to know that we're fooling around, hm?"

You don't speak, still frozen and tense. Kent sighs, letting your face go and moving away from you.

"Of course...you don't want that anymore, do you?" he turns his back to you. "If you don't want to, then you're free to go."

"W-wait...y-you...?" you let out a frustrated sigh, trying to compose yourself and ask what you wanted to ask. "You mean...you weren't mad at me."

"Of course not. I was just surprised and needed to think," he glances over his shoulder." Now, answer my question, Y/N: do you want this or not?"

Well, here you were. A crossroad. You could either try to rebuild your moral compass, or you damage it permanently. And you know what? The fog in your brain and the dampness that was forming in your panties was going to keep you from walking out that door. This was going to end in two ways: just getting a taste of what you've been dreaming about so you could move on, or becoming addicted to it entirely.

Kent's back is still to you, and a smirk forms on your face. You begin to remove your clothes as quietly as you could. You regret not not wearing a dress as it would've made this so much easier, but your guilty mind had sworn to not wear them anymore. Funny how that was going to change.

"You know what?" you drawl, waiting for the older man to turn back and look at you. He does, and a smirk forms on his own face as his eyes fall upon you, now only clothed in your bra and panties. "I don't think I'd mind fooling around a bit."

"Clearly," he makes his way back towards you, but this time he wraps one of his hands around your throat, squeezing it lightly. "Heh...and here I thought you were a good girl. Looks like I was wrong though, huh?"

You shamelessly whine at the feeling of him mildly choking you, reminding you of one of your many impure dreams about the older man.

"Yeah, you aren't a good girl at all," Kent's other hand wanders to your back, pulling you closer to him and undoing your bra. "You're just a filthy whore, right?"

You bite your lip, a nice quip for his comment forming in your mind.

"I'm your filthy whore," you correct, which causes the older man to chuckle darkly.

"Oh yeah?" he asks, which causes you to nod. "We'll see about that."

He suddenly lifts you up, causing you to wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. You are carried to his bedroom. As if the situation couldn't get any more taboo, he was now going to fuck you on the same bed he shared with his wife.

Kent closes the door behind him out of habit. Not that he had to worry about anyone bursting into the room. In fact, he was surprised how natural he was with this considering he and Jodi have hardly fucked since he got back.

There was no time to think about that though. Especially as you sat down on the edge of his bed in only your panties now, your eyes full of curiosity at what he was going to do to you.

"The fuck you think you're doing," he growls, which both startles and turns you on. "You think I'm just gonna let a whore like you get comfortable, just like that?"

"N-No sir," you whimper.

Kent's eyes don't move from you, his gaze as hard as it was the night he first met you. Even as he slowly begins to undress, his glare is still unmoving. As soon as his torso is bare, your eyes wander, taking in all of his muscle and scars.

"Come here."

"Hm? Wha-?"

"I said 'come here'. Don't make me have to fucking repeat myself," he crosses his arms across his chest.

You waste no time making your way over to him, only to be shoved to your knees. You look up at the older man and your mouth waters at what'll happen next.

Kent's hands move to his belt, undoing it and pulling his pants and boxers down enough for his cock to spring free. Your eyes widen at his size, wondering if he'll even fit inside your pussy. Oh well, now's not the time to think about that, especially since you had a job to do.

"I take it I don't have to tell you what to do?" he asks.

You nod, taking his dick in your hands and jerking him off. You then begin to swirl your tongue around the tip, getting a feel for his length. Once you feel ready, you take the first few inches of his cock into your mouth, taking him as far as your gag reflexes would allow you.

Kent moves his hand to the back of your head, gripping your hair harshly. He tries to be nice and let you suck him off at your own pace, but impatience begins to consume him.

Eventually, he forces your head all the way down his dick, causing you to gag and for tears to form in the corners of your eyes. You ball your hands into fists and try to relax your throat, allowing the older man to fuck your mouth however he'd like.

And that's just what he does. He continues to use your mouth at a harsh pace, groaning with pleasure at such. Your panties are soaked, and you move one of your hands underneath the waistband to stroke your clit. Your moans add to the older man's satisfaction, and he looks down at you.

He loves what he sees. You with teary, half-lidded eyes, some saliva seeping from the corners of your mouth, and your hand touching yourself.

Suddenly, Kent pulls you off of his cock. While you're happy to have a breather and give your jaw a bit of a rest, you still feel disappointed that you aren't gonna feel him cum down your throat. As such, you remove your hand from your panties and look up at him confused.

"Don't let me stop you, sweetheart. In fact...," he pulls you up from the floor and moves you to the bed. Your panties are then ripped from your body, and the older man removes the rest of his clothes as well. "There... now why don't you continue playing with that pretty, little pussy of yours."

His words make you shiver and your wet hole to clench around nothing. You spread your legs and move your hand back to your cunt. You soak your fingers in your slick and go back to rubbing your clit. You tilt your head back , and breathy moans drip from your lips.

Kent takes in the sight of you. Despite wanting to fuck you right then and there, he still wanted to enjoy a bit of a show, especially as your moans grew louder. While you are distracted, he moves to his bedside table and rummages for a condom in the drawer. It's nice that they are finally going to get some use, now.

He moves back to you and grabs your hand, halting your motion. You whine in frustration, as you were on the verge of your release, but get cut off as you are flipped onto your stomach.

"On all fours. Now," he growls.

You waste no time getting onto your hands and knees, and feel the bed dip behind you. Kent gets into position, before ripping open the condom's packaging and rolling it onto his dick. He then lines himself up with your pussy, before pushing into you.

You cry out at the feeling of being stretched out and drop onto your forearms. The older man barely gives you time to adjust to his size before setting a harsh pace. You had never felt such an intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure in your life. Needy, high pitched moans leave your mouth at his cock thrusting in and out of you.

"Yeah? You like that, huh? You like getting fucked by married men?" he growls into your ear after leaning down so that his chest was to your back, still not halting his pace.

You try to respond, but it feels like the tip of his dick is hitting your cervix, which scrambles your sentences into sobs of pleasure.

"Of course-fuck! Of course, a dirty, little homewrecker like you does," he moans, while wrapping his hand around your neck once more.

Despite his degrading words, Kent is enjoying this as well. As horrible as it sounds, he does love the feeling of your tighter, younger pussy when comparing it to his wife's. Scratch that, he just preferred everything about you when compared to Jodi.

You listened to him, you were there for him, instead of just pretending that everything was okay. It could've helped that you never knew him before his deployment, or it could've been that you tackled things that were wrong instead of ignoring it.

At the moment though, he doesn't care. He'll think about it later, right now he has a job to do. Right now, your pretty, little cunt was tightening around him and your moans were now screams. You were going to cum, and he would let you, but not that easily.

Kent slows his pace and his thrusts become shallow. The sudden change causes you to whine in a combination of confusion and frustration.

"Aw, what? Did you really think I'd let a whore like you cum?" he chuckles cruelly at your desperate whimpers.

"K-Kent...please," you even try to push your hips back, but he tightens his hold on your neck, stopping you.

"Tell me, sweetheart. Why should I let you cum, hm?" he didn't expect you to give him a good answer. In fact, he didn't even care what you told him. He just wanted to hear you beg.

"P-Please, I-I'll do anything! Please!" you feel tears beginning to flow down your cheeks. After keeping you from cumming once, you didn't want him to deny you a second time.

"Aw, you're that desperate to cum, huh?" his faux sympathy makes you nod. "Hm, alright...I guess I'll be nice."

His pace changes to the harsh speed it was before, pulling a surprised moan from you. Your orgasm hits you like a freight train, and you cum harder than you have ever had.

The feeling around his cock, makes Kent spill his own release into the condom. He wishes he didn't have to use it, but he knew the consequences if he didn't, and you both were already doing something that would have serious consequences if found out.

He pulls out of you, and your body goes limp. You are blissed out of your mind, and the bed underneath you feels comfortable. The older man decides to take the time to dispose of the condom, as well as look for any other potential evidence of his affair that would need to be taken care of.

He then returns back to the bedroom, lays down next to you, and starts petting your hair. It's gentle, which seems odd after he roughly fucked you, but you certainly weren't going to complain. You move to face him, and give him a dazed smile.

Kent smirks at your reaction, shifting his hand from your hair to your cheek, thinking while he stroked it.

"You need anything?" he breaks the pleasant silence. You just shake your head, and pull him closer.

You could stay the night. Jodi and the boys weren't going to be back until tomorrow night, which was fine by the both of you.

Unfortunately for you and Kent, this wasn't going to be a one time thing. You both were addicted to each other now, which meant that this could get dangerous. Not that either of you cared though. You both were going to enjoy each other no matter how this fucked up fairy tale ended.

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