#but I’m excited to see where it goes; don’t expect to win

[rubysparx]

No it’s actually kind of insane that I’ve reached enough people to get tags like “I don’t go here but love the designs” or whatever. It’s crazy like I’ve never considered myself, nor do I ever really plan to call myself a part of any [x]-blr community but they community is calling me one of them anyway. Cos I’ve reached enough of them.. Craaaaazy

[beomcoups]

Legal Briefs

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: lawyer!Dokyeom x fem!reader 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: pwp, corporate au, 18+, non-idol au 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: swearing, riding, unprotected sex, cream pie, pet names, slight exhibitionism, oral (m. receiving), clit stimulation, squirting 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 2.1k 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Dokyeom is stressed out over his case, and you use your brain in more ways than one to help him relax.

AN: Thank you to @miabebe for beta reading this for me at the last minute and @miniseokminnies being lovely. This is a repost, as this fic was originally written for another idol. I have decided to edit it and make it fit Dokyeom more. I hope you enjoy it <3. Also, tagging @onlyseokmins because that's your man, duh, lol. If you want to be tagged in future fics, sign up here🤎

Dokyeom is one of the most prominent corporate lawyers in your country, and you understand how hard he works daily to maintain that reputation. You were a lawyer when you met him, so you know the ins and outs of the legalities and how stressful it can be defending clients. Your first time seeing him was at a kickboxing gym you both frequented and then on the opposite end of the court, duking it out to protect your clients involved in a breach of contract. You may have won that battle, but in the end, Dokyeom won your heart, and you left the corporate life behind to be a housewife. 

You walk into the swanky thirty-floor office building, and the security guard greets you as you approach the elevator. You are holding Dokyeom’s favorite lunch, pizza with cheese sticks, secured in a heated lunch box. You also brought fruit and juice, which he has been into lately. It’s a nice day outside, and what would be better than spending lunch with your husband?

You hum your way up to the 20th floor, greeted by the receptionists as the elevator doors open. The anticipation is building, and the excitement and butterflies in your stomach are brewing as you make your way to his office. You speak to everyone that makes eye contact with you. Everyone knows you as the boss’s wife, a hotshot lawyer, giving it all up for love. 

“Hi,” his secretary greets you nervously as you approach her desk. “He seems a bit stressed out today. That case with the pharmaceutical company isn’t going well, and I’m pretty sure I heard papers flying around.”

This concerns you, as it is different from Dokyeom to lose his cool like that. You thank her and tap quietly on the office door, waiting to hear his voice before entering. 

“Yes?” His smooth voice makes your heart jump. 

You open the door, and your eyes widen at the scene before you. There are papers and folders all over the floor. Dokyeom is lying on the sofa, his suit jacket covering his face and his arms folded on his chest.

“I take it you’re having a bad day?” You ask gently, setting the lunch down on his desk.

His face lights up when he lays his eyes on you, jacket falling to the floor as he jumps up to greet you. 

“I wasn’t expecting you here,” he replies before getting up and kissing your cheek. “I would’ve cleaned up.”  

“And miss all this drama?” you tease him. “Come on, I’ll help you put everything back.”

You survey the papers and put the files back in their folders. You know where everything goes because you helped him set up his file system to make his life easier. You may not be practicing law right now, but it doesn’t mean you haven’t had to use your expertise a few times to help your husband win a few cases. You initially quit your previous firm because you felt burnt out and needed a break. Then, when you got married, you wanted to spend time being a new wife and try for a family. Dokyeom supported you in all of that. He never made you feel inferior or less than for stepping away from your career to be at home. Now, it’s been two years, and the children haven’t come yet, but maybe it’s just not time, as lately, you have been missing practicing law.

Dokyeom helps you and profusely apologizes. “You don’t need to apologize,” you wave him off. But this is not like you; what happened?”

His expression changes, his eyebrows furrowing with worry. He takes a deep breath before putting the last envelope into the bookshelf. 

“I am missing a critical piece of evidence, a part of a contract that proves my client’s innocence,” Dokyeom begins, clutching onto the desk. “I know who to subpoena, but the judge is being a real asshole and won’t allow me to access those documents. So my client might lose, and then they’ll drop me, which means bye to our house.”

He removes his tie and takes a sip from his water bottle, his Adam's apple shifting as he gulps. Your very frustrated husband is also very hot, and it’s taking all your willpower to stay on task.

“Listen,” you redirect your focus to his problem. “There’s no guarantee that you will lose this case, and we definitely are not losing our house. Why don’t you eat the lunch I brought, and we will figure it out, okay?”

He nods and kisses you on the forehead, his way of saying thank you that still makes you feel warm inside. You watch him take out his lunch, and you start to eat yours, making small talk about your day as you dig through the cheese sticks. 

“When did you order this, babe?” Dokyeom asks, mouth stuffed with pepperoni and cheese. “You were cleaning up when I left for work.”

“I ordered it right before I came up here,” you say proudly, feeding him some of your pizza. “I got tired of eating lunch alone and wanted to see you. Looks like you needed me too.”

He gives you a kind smile that soothes your soul like a warm hug. You talk more about the case as you clear out your food containers. Dokyeom mentions that he has been trying to get the evidence to no avail for the past week. Watching him stressing himself out bothers you, as you know how hard he has worked on this case, and you want to see him succeed. His eyes were glued to the papers in front of him, skimming over everything to find a possible loophole. You can’t help but take in how handsome he looks, focused on his work, his jaw clenching as his frustration mounts. 

So, you came up with an idea.

“Hey, babe,” you get his attention, removing your cardigan. “I’m going to help you relax, okay?”

He nods, his shoulders still tense up from reading over the paperwork. You move behind him, relaxing your hands on his shoulders before you massage them, making him feel more at ease. You start unbuttoning his shirt, reaching down to rub his chest while leaving kisses on his neck.

“Well, this is one way to do it,” Dokyeom hums, setting down his pen. He moves his head and kisses you deeply, his hands gracing your face softly, pulling you deeper into his rapture of love. You make a move to sit on his lap, taking off your tank top and exposing your favorite bra that pushes up your breasts just right. 

“Was this always the plan?” He smirks, leaving kisses down your neck. His lips suck on your sweet-tasting skin, his tongue trailing down to the valley of your breasts.

“And if it was?” You move in front of him, sitting on his lap, and your skirt hikes over your hips. “What are you going to do about it?”

He chuckles and kisses you more, removing your bra and throwing it across the office. You lift and reach down, undoing his pants and lowering his briefs, feeling the growing bulge hardening along your slit. “No panties? Aw, baby…”

“What?” You smiled coyly. “Do you want me to leave? I can just get up—”

“W-what? No, no, it’s not that,” his cheeks turn pink in a panic. “I hate to rush, but I have to be in a meeting in twenty minutes,” Dokyeom’s breathing hitches as his hand touches his manhood, stroking his thick girth to your naked breasts and exposed ass. You lower yourself until you are on your knees, moving his hand away as you take over. You kiss his dick just the way he likes it, his legs tensing up as you take him in your mouth. His thickness takes over your mouth as you suck him good, your free hand playing with your clit as you watch him cock his head back and curse softly. 

“Baby, you are so good at this,” he murmurs. “Is there anything you can’t do?”

He gently fucks your face, pacing himself so he doesn’t blow his entire load down your throat. Your eyes lock with his as you take him in deeper, drops of saliva spilling out of the corner of your mouth. Dokyeom is ashamed to admit it, but he likes it when you look like this: the makeup on your sweet face ruined with tears because you sucked him off so well. You would never tell him this, but you love how he tastes. The way his smooth cock hits the back of your throat makes you dripping wet, and if you keep up any longer, you will cum on this floor. 

“H-honey,” he sputters. “I have 15 minutes. Get on top.”

You slowly take him out of your mouth with a pop, lifting yourself and positioning yourself to sink into him. You both groan in unison when you are entirely on his lap, your nails digging into the armrest of his chair.

“This won’t take long, I promise,” you mutter, giving yourself a few seconds to get used to his size before slowly grinding on him and enjoying the feeling of him being inside of you. His body tenses at your movements and his fingers massage your clit softly. You unexpectedly let out a loud moan, and he covers your mouth with his hand.

“I know this feels good, bouncing on my hard dick, but you are going to have to keep it down, princess,” he grits. 

Dokyeom knows what that does to you, calling you princess as he fucks you into an earth-shattering orgasm. You’re a squirter, and he knows that, so it was unsurprising that your lower halves were covered with your essence. Your eyes never leave each other, whispering I love you and trading meaningful kisses. Dokyeom’s head rolls back, whispering songs of praise as you continue to ride him on his office chair. 

“Baby, I’m close,” he whines, his hands gripping your hips. You grind on him hard, finding your clit and releasing again shortly after. Dokyeom follows right behind you, spilling deep inside of you as his head buries deep into your neck. As he slows down, he kisses you lovingly, making sure your cunt is full of his cum before pulling out. You're still trying to catch your breath when you climb off of him to clean yourself up. 

“Mr Lee?” His secretary’s voice booms through the speaker, startling you both. “Your meeting starts in five minutes.”

“O-okay.”

You can see the time on his laptop, and the 5-minute reminder before the meeting stops flashing wildly on his screen. You find your bra and hurriedly put it on, with Dokyeom already dressed and holding your tank top and cardigan.

“What?” You catch him staring at you curiously. 

“You are so bad.” “Well, isn’t that why you fell in love with me? Aside from me beating your ass in court, of course.”

You finish getting dressed, helping him put his tie back on, and kissing him goodbye before heading out the door. You catch a photo you missed picking up earlier, and something catches your eye that makes you stop dead in your tracks.

“Babe.” You pick up the photograph and inspect it thoroughly. “What’s the name of the judge?”

“Judge Choi,” he responds, preparing himself for his meeting. “Why?”

“This wouldn’t happen to be the judge in the 17th court, would it?

You pull out your phone and look him up, confirming your suspicions. 

“Okay, I know that look,” Dokyeom comments, a puzzled look on his face. “What’s up?” 

“This judge used to give me shit when I was practicing, but I always found a way to get around him,” you start. “There was talk about him being a crooked judge and being paid off by companies, but I could never confirm it until now. Look at the picture.”

You show him the photograph of the rival company at an event, pointing at the missing piece of the puzzle: the judge and the company’s CEO, arm in arm, taking a picture. “That’s why the judge is shutting you down, babe,” you confirm. “He has ties to the other guys. Judge Choi should have recused himself a long time ago.”

Dokyeom looks at you, amazed that his wife could figure out why he had this roadblock. “God, what would I do without you?”

“You’d still be losing to me in court.” You kiss him goodbye again, letting him prepare to attend his meeting. You close the door, and his secretary smiles at you and motions for you to come closer to her. 

“You should be more careful in there, dear,” she advises. “The whole office heard you.”

[forever-rogue]

hello, lovely! i've been re-reading your works like CRAZY, you're so talented! 🩷 can i pretty please request for a friends-to-lovers one with eddie where the reader's ex suddenly comes back to her life and tries to win her back, and eddie realizes his feelings for the reader? i LIVE for jealous!eddie too sksksks thank you! 🩷

AN | Nothing good happens when the ex comes to town, right? 🥰

Warnings | Language

Pairing | Modern!Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2.5k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie 

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“Guess what,” you walked into Eddie’s cozy coffee shop, waving at a few regulars as you made your way over to the counter. He stopped what he was doing and looked at you with expectant eyes, a lazy little half smile on his features, “hiya!”

“Hi sweetheart,” he leaned onto the counter, resting his chin in his hands as he looked at you gently, “lemme guess…chicken butt?”

“Very funny,” you leaned in and kissed his cheek before you reached over and helped yourself to one of his brownies. He always saved at least one for you, which was something that always made you feel warm and fuzzy inside, “but no.”

“Do tell then,” he grinned as he turned back to the espresso maker, “gingerbread flat white?”

“Ooh, yes please,” you watched him work in awe before he came back over to you, setting the cup carefully in front of you, “no, the exciting thing that happened to me was that I saw August today!”

Eddie’s face dropped immediately as his jaw clenched, “August.”

“Yes!” you looked happy and somehow that made his stomach churn, “he came into the office today to consult with one of the designers and I saw him when I was leaving! He had no clue I worked there and I had no clue he was there.”

“Your ex,” he pointed out as you lifted up the cup and started to drink the delicious latte, “August, your ex.”

“Yes,” you raised an eyebrow before sighing lightly, “we’re still…well I wouldn’t say friends. But we needed things amicably if you don’t remember.”

“You cried over him for weeks,” he almost shouted but quickly dropped his voice as he narrowed his eyes, “he broke your heart!”

“Yes, he broke up with me, but it wasn’t over anything bad,” you cringed when you remembered that you really had been upset when August had broken up with you, “we just weren’t good together. That’s all.”

“I never liked him,” that was the understatement of the century. Eddie didn’t just dislike August, he hated and loathed him entirely. You’d broken your heart and Eddie couldn’t stand that. Just like he hated the face that he was dating you in the first place. Eddie had been in love with you for as long as he could remember. Probably since the day he’d met you over ten years ago, “he’s always been a little bit…scrungly.”

“Scrungly?” you repeated, almost choking on the coffee in between your giggles, “what does that even mean?” 

“I don’t know, just like scrungly,” he flailed his arms dramatic, “either way I don’t like him.”

“I’m well aware, Edward,” you reached over and gave his hand a squeeze, “but it is what it is…and we’re going hang out and go bowling soon.”

“You’re what?” he looked like he was going to explode and you couldn’t help but laugh nervously. You’d always wondered why he didn’t like August but he never really had a solid reason. You figured it was just some weird guy thing, “why are you hanging out with him?!”

“Because he asked if I wanted to hang out and there’s no reason not to,” you straightened up and grabbed your coffee, “look, Eddie, I know you mean well, but you don’t have to worry. It’ll be fine. I’ll be fine. We’re just going to hang out once and if it’s completely terrible I never have to see him again, and if it goes well maybe we can be friends. Okay?”

“Yeah,” he lied right through his teeth, “okay.”

“I’ve gotta go,” you took a step back and offered him a small smile, “see you tomorrow for movie and pizza night?”

“Of course,” like he would miss a chance to spend time with you, “love you.”

“Love you too, Eddie,” you promised. If only he knew how very much, “thanks for the coffee.”

“Anytime.”

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“Hey!” you looked up from your phone when you heard the sound of August’s cheery voice. Tucking your phone into your pocket, you walked over and met him halfway to say hello. He pulled you in for a friendly hug, “you look great. It’s good to see you again. Really good.”

“It’s good to see you too Auggie,” you felt your face warm up but decided to ignore it as you walked up towards the bowling alley. You reminded yourself that this was a friendly outing and not a date, “I can’t believe you’re back in Indy now.”

“I can’t believe you work as an interior designer,” he held the door open and you were immediately overwhelmed by the sounds of people bowling, talking, and laughing. You looked at him with a shy smile and shrugged. It hadn’t been a career you would have thought of either, but Eddie had nudged in the direction after you’d helped him design his cafe. Besides becoming friends with Eddie, it was one of the best designs you’d ever made.

“It just sort of happened but I love it,” you walked towards the counter to get your shoes and a lane, “you remember Eddie, right? He helped me get there, he was a huge supporter.”

You both gave your shoe sizes to the bored looking clerk and when he told you the price for everything, you moved to reach for your wallet but August gently pushed your hand away, “I’ve got this.”

“Okay,” you gave him a starry eyed smile as he grabbed both pairs of shoes and started to head towards the lane that was now reserved for you. The bowling alley always had a very distinct smell but it was so nostalgic to be there, “I haven’t been bowling in forever. This was a good idea! I think the last time I went was a couple of years ago with Eddie.”

“Eddie,” you couldn’t quite tell what he was thinking from the tone in his voice, “you’re still friends with him?”

“Of course,” you finished pulling on your shoes and looked at him curiously, “he’s my best friend.”

“He’s in love with you,” okay. That was definitely annoyance in his voice and you had no clue why, “I’ll be honest with you, it was one of the reasons we broke up in the first place. Sometimes it felt like you were dating him, not me.”

“I…he’s not in love with me,” your mind was reeling at what he had said and you couldn’t help but wonder - what if? What if Eddie really was in love with you? No…you weren’t even going to bother to entertain that thought, “you broke up with me because of Eddie?”

“It wasn’t entirely him,” he dropped his voice and looked at you sweetly, “but people change and grow, you know? You never know what could happen.”

There was definitely a suggestive tone to his voice that was not lost on you. You only managed a small smile in return before clambering nervously to pick up your bowling ball. You felt his fingers brush along your back as you moved, causing goosebumps to erupt all over your skin. 

“You never know,” you agreed nervously, voice almost a squeak as you went to take your first shot. That did have you thinking though - would you want to get back together with him? You had never really thought about it…but the idea wasn’t all that bad either. It wasn’t like people were lining up out the door to ask you out…sometimes you had to take what you could get. 

A part of you was excited by the prospect - he was a good looking, nice guy that you did love once upon a time. On the other hand, you didn’t want to open that can of worms and let anything happen that could end with another broken heart. Plus there was the issue of Eddie. Realistically it was a non-issue. But you knew that your heart would always long for and yearn for Eddie. You loved him, you’d known that for a long time, but you always knew that nothing would ever happen or change between the two of you.

August continued to be friendly enough and you didn’t think anything of it, but as the night progressed, you could tell that things had changed. You hadn’t done anything, not to your knowledge anyway, to act flirty or make it seem like you wanted anything but friendship with him. It was his comments about Eddie that had you experiencing a feeling of unease. The way he’d talked about him just didn’t sit right with you.

By the time the two of you felt the bowling alley and parted with August pressing a kiss to your cheek, you’d realized that this definitely had been a date. 

Fuck. You really hadn’t expected this to happen. 

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Ever since the night you’d gone out with August, Eddie was behaving oddly towards you. You couldn’t quite place it but you hated the idea that he was any bit mad or annoyed with you. 

You’d been texting with August back and forth, and you were both following each other again on social media. You’d made plans for a casual lunch date soon; it was since Eddie had learned about your second outing that he’d been acting weird. You were pretty sure that he was just downright ignoring you. But you weren’t about to let that stop you from being his friend. 

“Hey there,” you walked into the shop when you knew it would be slow and he’d be there. You were almost positive that he’d been avoiding you and had his employees cover for him when you came to the shop. Eddie’s face paled as soon as he saw you, but he still managed a tight lipped smile, “everything alright, Eddie? I feel you’ve been…avoiding me.”

“I haven’t been…I’ve just been busy,” he shrugged noncommittally as he went back to scrub at the counter, “that’s all.”

“You’ve always been a horrible liar, Edward,” you walked up to the counter and offered him what you hoped was a reassuring smile, “did I do something wrong?”

“I…no. You didn’t,” he still wouldn’t meet your eyes but pushed a muffin towards you. Of course he still would save your favorite for you, “it’s nothing.”

“Funny,” you willed him to look at you but the boy still refused, “it doesn’t feel like it. Ever since I hung out with August you’ve been…weird.”

"You don't get it, do you?" He sighed in frustration, tossing his rag to the side and waving his hands around dramatically as you looked at him in confusion. He inhaled and exhaled deeply before brushing his wild curls out of his face, "I want you. I want to date you. I'm in love with you."

"Oh," it came out more as a small squeak than anything as you looked at him to make sure you'd heard him correctly. Eddie looked close to tears as he waited for some kind of response from you. You pointed at yourself before whispering, "me?"

"Yes," he nodded seriously, "you. I'm sorry if that's not what you wanted to hear but it's the truth. And I just wanted to get it out there."

"Oh," this time realization set in. Eddie Munson was in love with you. Not some other girl like you'd always assumed, "you're in love with me."

"Yes. Yes," he felt so nervous he was surprised he didn't just barf then and there, "listen-"

"I'm in love with you too,” your voice was quiet and shaky, but Eddie heard you loud and clear. When he didn’t say anything at first, you completely freaked out and ran through the back of the cafe and into the chilly evening. He followed after you immediately and didn’t stop still he caught up. 

He perked up and looked at you from under his lashes, studying your face to make sure he’d heard you correctly. You offered a small, shy smile along with a shrug, “I’m…nervous. I dunno, I kind of always thought you knew but you never said because you didn’t want to hurt my feelings or let me down.”

“I - ugh, what…I’m - sweetheart,” the nickname sounded so sugary sweet now that you knew the true intentions behind it, “if I had any clue that you felt the same way, I would have said something long ago. I should have just done that anyway.”

“Oh,” your cheeks warmed up, a combination of nerves and the chilly of the winter air as you looked at the pretty boy. You were stopped from saying anything else as big, flat snowflakes starting coming down on the two of you. A grin spread across your face as you held up your hand to catch a few flakes in your hand, “it’s snowing.”

Eddie watched you in awe, enamored by every little bit of you. He reached over and put his hand on your face, brushing his thumb over your cheek. Your breath hitched in your throat as you look at him expectantly. You knew what was coming but at the same time you didn’t want to assume anything, “I really want to kiss you.”

“I really want you to kiss me too,” you grinned as you leaned in closer, meeting him halfway until your lips met his. It was a sweet, slow thing, tender but hungry at the same time. Both of you had been wanting this for way too long, and now your dreams were finally coming true.

A first kiss in the middle of the first snow of the season. How could it get any more perfect? 

Eddie took your face in his hands, and peppered your face in kisses, which only caused you to giggle, “c’mon pretty girl. Let’s get inside and get some hot chocolate.”

“That sounds perfect,” you reached for his hand and laced your fingers together and pulled him back towards the cafe, “c’mon handsome.”

“But first promise me one thing,” he stopped you nervously as you raised an eyebrow at him, “promise me you won’t see him again. He’s the worst.”

“I promise,” you definitely weren’t planning on ever seeing him again, “it’s only you for me, Eddie.”

“Yeah,” he agreed softly, “you’re it for me too, sweetheart. Only you.”

[mymindhesmine]

His Favroite Star, The Sun

💌 pairing: Zayne X Reader X Sylus (Love Triangle)

💌author's note:

Hello! Thank you for taking the time to read this, this is my first post here on tumblr! Before starting the post please read this! This is a fanfic in an AU from the Love and Deep Space storyline. Details such as back stories, present events and others will differ from the games story. Please keep that in mind that this fic is not going to follow the plot of the game exactly. Some events will live up and others won't.

Also this js my fic and my writing, if you don’t like how the characters are written or the plot, feel free to exit.

And in this fic, it is a love triangle and reader is not MC from the game. in this fic, reader is a famous idol, as well as Sylus (Sylus is still the leader of Onychinus but in this fic the leader is faceless and unknown and goes by an alias), Zayne however is still a world renowned and highly recognizable cardiac surgeon/ doctor.

As well as this fic will have a music element where I will state the song of the chapter/section. Feel free to listen if you want to. Lyrics will be in italics.

🎼song: 'I Wanna Be Yours' by Arctic Monkeys

🍒tags: mention of previous relationship (Sylus X Reader), F! Reader

Thank you for reading this! I hope you enjoy!

🎀 synopsis: It has been your dream since you were a little girl that you would be a star, an idol, to let the whole world know who you were. But if the world knows who you are, they know everything about you from your work, to what you do personally and your relationships including past and present. The past of being with another famous solo artist Sylus, who is now your ex with the public knowing of the messy relationship and breakup from it. The present of being with a world-renowned cardiac surgeon Zayne. The limelight seems to shine too bright sometimes, and along with it following you, so does your past. Will it catch up to the present?

"Y/N! Please face this way! Smile!"

"Y/N! Do you have a moment for a quick interview?"

"Y/N, say hello to all your fans watching at home!”

Between all the yelling and bright lights flashing in your face, all you could do was smile.

Smile and pose, hands placed on your hips, turning slightly when you deaned it appropriate. Standing for a bit before walking down the carpet further and repeating the steps.

Smile, turn, walk, repeat.

That was until a large camera was pushed in front of you, a woman wearing a long floor length champagne colored gown with a slicked back bun approached with a microphone in her hand and a wide smile on her lips.

"Y/N! It is so lovely to see you tonight at the Golden Star Music Awards! How are you this evening?" The woman said, pointing the large microphone towards you.

"Hi! Good evening! I'm doing amazing, I’m so excited." You greeted to the woman, smiling brightly.

"You look absolutely gorgeous tonight, so beautiful as always." She complimented.

"Thank you, you look so beautiful as well." You complimented.

"What a sweetheart you are! I heard you were nominated for an award at tonight's show, do you think the odds are in your favor?"

"I have no idea, if I did win that would be so amazing but even it I didn't I applaud whoever does. Everyone deserves recognition on a night like this."

"Are you excited for any of the guest performances?"

"I am! I can't wait to see what is in store. I wish them all good luck, I know everyone will do amazing!"

"How sweet! And I see you came alone tonight, are you attending with friends or a plus one?"

"Actually my-"

Before you could finish your answer you felt a hand gently place itself on the small of your back, pulling you closer to a figure slowly. Making you tense up and then look up to see who it was.

"You made it, I didn't even know you were already here." You said smiling, as soon as you saw those familiar and warm green eyes you felt yourself relax.

"I wrapped things up earlier than expected, I just decided to find you instead of waiting inside." A soft voice said, as you felt the hand move from the small of your back to your waist.

"Oh my! Is this your famous doctor boyfriend I've been hearing so much about? two make such a cute couple!" The woman complimented, chuckling as you smile and nodded.

"Yes, he's-“

"Seriously, I think you two are perfect for one another. Obviously better than the last one right?" The woman said, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she chuckled and shoved the microphone closer to you.

"I-I um, I don’t-" You stutter to say, your hand gripping tightly at the skirt of your dress.

"I heard he's also attending tonight's show, do you think he'll…"

'It's one of those gossip reporters wanting to get more details in my life to sell an article or something.' You thought to yourself as you drowned out the rest of her conversation, you could feel you face growing hot and your hands becoming clammy with embarrassment.

"We should be heading inside and finding our seats soon, the show will be starting soon." You heard his voice respond rather strictly and coldly, making you look to him.

"I understand totally, I just wanted to ask since so many people have been curious.it was nice to meet you-"

"Let’s go before the show starts without us, it was nice meeting you as well." He said, taking your free hand in his own and walking off with you.

"Bye Y/N! Enjoy the show, hope to catch you after-" The woman said, but you had already drowned her out as your attention was faced to his broad back as he guided you down the carpet and to the entrance of the venue.

"Are you all right?" He questioned, his voice ringing with concern and worry as he watered your features.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine." You managed to stutter out, not wanting to cause commotion with so many people around still.

"Some people just don't know how to respect others, regardless of status or attention. She shouldn't have asked such inappropriate questions." He stated, as you nodded in agreement and exhaling a long breath.

"Look at me." You heard him say softly, making you look up to meet his warm green eyes.

"If you don't want to stay longer or don't feel comfortable, we can leave. You tell me."He said softy, as you shook you head.

"I think I’m okay, thank you." You said, as he eyed you a bit.

"Even if you feel fine now, you tell me if anything changes. All right?" He said, and you nodded.

"I will. Thank you Zayne.”

You got inside the venue with no issues and were guided to your table by a staff member. Zayne had pulled out your chair, and you sat down as you thanked him. He sat down next to you as the staff around served water glasses to the both of you.

"Are you looking forward to the show?" He asked, as you sipped at your glass.

"I'm excited to see the performances, but I'm more nervous for the awards." You admitted.

"You were nominated for a few of the categories, no?" Zayne asked, as you nodded.

"Mhm, that's why I'm a bit nervous. I didn't really prepare before hand. It’s just a little nerve wrecking not knowing." You admitted, and he nodded understanding.

"But maybe I won't win, and that's okay too! I just hope if they do that they're more prepared than me." You chuckled.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please take your seats. As the show is about to start." A loud voice boomed through the venue and the other guests started bustling to their tables.

As the noise died down, and the lights on the stage shone brightly on the host you and Zayne made small banter.

"Welcome to this years Golden Star Music Award Show, I will your honest for the evening. Who is ready to win some awards and watch some amazing performances?!" The host announced, making the other guests cheer in response.

The show went on as typical from what you expect, guest artists performing their latest and most popular hits with dancers and over the top visuals, awards being handed out with heart filled speeches and tears, all with you and Zayne bantering and basking in each others presence without a care in the world.

"Our next performance is from an artist who we all love for his sultry sound and unforgettable voice. Appealing to the masses with his dark image so far that his latest album sold tens of thousands of copies within the first week, made it number one on the charts and is nominated for awards in multiple categories at tonight's show. Please give a warm and inviting welcome to Sylus!"

The audience cheered loudly as the spotlight shifted to the center of the stage, you could see Zayne shift from your side slightly and you turned to him and smiled before looking back to the stage.

The lights surrounding the venue darkened, as solem tempo music started playing. You recognized the song all too well, it was on the radio on repeat so much and you did like it.

You saw the figure on stage, a band behind him as the spotlight shone bright and cameras panning across and showing his face on large screens to the audience who weren’t close enough to the stage. You had to admit he did have a nice voice, you’ve heard his previous work in the past and you did like it.

I wanna be your vacuum cleaner

Breathing in your dust

I wanna be your Ford Cortina

I will never rust

You could see people slowly swaying in their seats, mouthing to the lyrics. You felt a soft brush against your hand as you looked to see Zayne interlacing his fingers with yours. It made you blush slightly at the small physical contact, and you quickly looked back to the performance.

If you like your coffee hot

Let me be your coffee pot

You call the shots babe

I just wanna be yours

A spotlight that was hung over the audience shown, carefully dancing across the guests until it slowed and rested its attention on you and your seat. You flinched slightly at the brightness, making you look away and resting your sight on one of the large screens. Maybe it was the camera angle on the stage but with how it was positioned, it was like he was staring straight at you.

Secrets I have held in my heart

Are harder to hide than I thought

Maybe I just wanna be yours

I wanna be yours

I wanna be yours

Wanna be yours

You looked back at Zayne and although he was looking disinterested you could see how white his knuckles in his free hand look, balled into a fist. You carefully ran your thumb over his knuckles in your hand, seeing his tightened fist relax and his stance less tense. He looked to you and you gave him a soft reassuring smile.

You both knew what was going on.

He was playing games.

The show went on like clockwork, awards and performances continued and you waited with bated breath for the next awards announced.

"Now for the award for 'Best New Rising Star, with several amazing nominees. The winner for last years award will be announcing the winner." The host said, as the audience clapped.

"Please welcome back Sylus to the stage!" The host exclaimed, as more cheering and clapping ensued.

You could see the familiar figure nod to the host, taking the microphone they held along with the award. Once done they turned to face the audience at the stage.

"It is my honor to be able to give this award to the nominee who most certainly deserves it. "The winner of this year’s Best New Rising Star Award is…" He started, you bit your lip with anticipation.

The silence was slowly killing you, you just wanted this done and over with. You could feel your grasp in Zayne"s hand tighten and you tried to not chew your lip off.

"Y/N L/N." He said slowly, as the audience started clapping and cheering.

You face froze in shock for a moment, as you looked to Zayne who stood up from his seat and guided you to stand. You smiled and hugged him tightly, feeling tears threatening to spill as he whispered in your embrace.

“Congratulations." He said, as you let go of him reluctantly.

You wanted him to come to the stage with you but you knew it wasn’t the best option for now, instead one of the guests would help you up to the steps as you made your way up before getting on the stage alone.

As on cue, one or the guests who was often seen accompanying winners onto the stage held their arm out for you to take and you did so. Hearing cheers and whistling as you smiled and waved to the crowd, the cameras panning and following you as you made your way to the steps of the stage.

You thanked the kind guest before adjusting your dress and walking across the stage, hugging the host before they walked off to the far side of the stage.

Leaving you alone with all eyes on you, with Sylus.

"When I met Y/N, it was as if it was never meant to happen. Just a coincidental meeting that sooner became the start of a beautiful connection, as if faith knew it was destiny for us to meet. Only for years later I would be the one on this stage presenting her this award for the world to see." He started the speech, the crowd cheering and clapping as you did as well.

"From the first moment we met I knew I was in the presence the most talented person I would get the pleasure to know. When it comes to music, she has dominated the industry with hit pieces without failure. When it comes to personality she has always demonstrated kindness from the bottom of her heart. And when it comes to determination and work ethic, her work is never underestimated or undermined."

"Even with all these awards, music, recognition and status of being an artist, what counts is the person who put their heart into what they value. She succeeds it by not changing or letting herself be pressured into doing so. She has been able to accomplish so much while not letting the pressure change her into something she isn’t. Even if the times has changed along with many others things, she is still the same girl I met all those years ago."

"She is someone I respected highly, whom I hold so much pride and admiration to. Who I’m proud to say I know, proud to say I’ve looked up to and proud to say I love with my chest and won’t ever stop loving."

You felt your chest tighten, your hands become clammy as the crowd only got louder at the statement.

"I’m proud to present this award to her as she deserves it more than anyone in this world, ladies and gentlemen the winner of the Best Rising Star Award, Y/N." Sylus finished, turning to you as the crowd continued to cheer and all you could do was stand in shock.

Standing there as if caught in the act, surprise and fear etched into your face as everyone was looking at you. You could see the edge of a smirk resting on his lips from your peripheral vision, as you slowly got over the anger and nerves. Approaching him with your hands out, a tight smile on your face as you accepted the trophy from him.

His hand lingered as you grasped the award, before letting it go slowly and you approached the microphone on the stand.

"I want to thank everyone here tonight for the opportunity of receiving this award, this is such an honor to be nominated and win this so thank you again." You started, as the crowd cheered and you could see him sits, smirking from your side.

"Thank you to everyone who has even given me the chance to make this dream come true. From my team to my family, writers, producers, friends, colleagues, and the people closest to me that I love and hold dear to me thank you for all the support and love you have shown me. I hope to keep amazing everyone with all my work and hope you can see me continue to grow not only as an artist but as a person too. Thank you again, I love you all." You finished, waving as you held the award up again before quickly rushing to the stairs you came from.

You could hear footsteps follow you and already knowing who it was, holding onto the railing to make sure you didn’t fall. You looked to see Zayne at the bottom of the staircase waiting for you and you smiled in relief.

"Here, let me-"

"I’ve got it, thank you." You responded quickly, holding onto the railing and going down a few steps before reaching out to the outstretched hand before you.

Taking Zayne's hand once in reach and having him help you down to the ground level, clutching the award. Once you were stable, you looked at him and with the look that he gave you in return you could tell he wasn’t happy but more concerned than anything.

"I wanna go home."

💌 author's note:

Hello! Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed, if you liked it please let me know! I hope to be posting soon!

[fullofbees]

Obey Me Brothers with an AroAce MC!

I know it's technically July 1st but shhhhhhhhh

CW: None!

»»----------► Reader is Gender Neutral

He would be the most nonchalant about it. When you first come out to him, he lifts his head from the desk, staring at you confused. You sweat, about to overexplain before he interrupts you with a question. 

“Will this affect our relationship as it exists now?”   You shake your head, “Of course not, I’m more than content.”  He nods, returning to the paperwork on his desk, the silence only broken by the scribbles of his pen. You remain in place, now the one staring in confusion.  When he notices you haven’t left, he raises his head, “Everything alright?”  “I’m just shocked. Most people have a few... follow-up questions.”  Lucifer shrugs, “Lust isn’t my department.” 

He would first ask a million questions trying to understand. It’s not that I don’t think Mammon couldn’t understand, I think it’s more that he genuinely does not care what you identify as, but he wants to learn about you so he’s going to pester you about it. So long as you remain his friend, and he gets to retain his bragging rights as your first demon, you’ll always be cool. 

You try to keep up as he drags you down the street.   “Mammon, why do I need to go the casino with you again?”  The demons rolls his eyes like you just asked the most ridiculous question in the world, “Pffft! You’re my lucky charm of course.”   “I am not playing the slots for you!”  You almost ram straight into his back when he abruptly stops.   “Don’t need ya to. I’ll be sure ta win with an ace up my sleeve!”   Now its your turn to roll your eyes, at least so you don’t have to look at his smug face. It’ll only encourage him. 

When you first explain your orientation to Levi, he is excited. You know Levi gets easily flustered when it comes to emotions, but he’s made great strides to let you see his vulnerability, so in the end you decided to show yours too. It still doesn’t mean you were expecting him to start on another anime ramble. 

“That makes so much sense!! I mean in My Whole Life I’ve Been a Cat but A Wizard Recently Made Me Human and Now I Have to Attend High School Where a Pack of Dogs Is Out to Get Me Because I’m The Adopted Daughter of Their Rival Gang Leader, the protagonist never receives a love interest! I totally thought they were retconning the manga when they had her turning down every declaration of love but her being aroace would fit the storyline so much better--” 

Already understands; you don’t even have to explain the terms to him. 

“Wait, you.. Know what I’m talking about?”  The demon glances up at you from his book, “That is what I just said.”  “Wha- from what- how?” You hate blathering incoherently, especially in front of Satan, but his reaction is not what you were expecting.  The demon raises his book so that you can see the cover, “Sherlock Holmes.”  You process the comical nature of this interaction before quipping back, “Yes, I suppose it is elementary.” 

Would probably go overboard in his support. Of course he means well, he’s just excited!! He goes out of his way to stay up-to-date on the tea news of the community; and honestly, he probably finds you the most obscure pride merch. 

“You should let me paint your nails the colors of the flag, hon!”  You stare down at your plain, dry nailbeds. They are definitely overdue some TLC.  “I don’t know if I want to be that on the nose about it...”  “Oh hush, I’ve never disappointed you before, have I?” He says with a giggle and a wink, “C’mon, chop chop! Off to my studio!”   “You mean your room?” You tease.  “Studiiiioo~”  

Finds out because he overheard you discussing the garlic bread and cake memes.  

“Aroace cake.... sound delicious, what’s in it?” The hungry demon asks just after his signature stomach growl.  “It’s not a real cake, Beel,” says Levi.  The poor demon’s face drops, now pouting as he looks down at his aching stomach.   “Beel, you okay?”  He dejectedly sulks out of the room and towards the kitchen, muttering to himself about the cake being a lie. 

I think Belphie would understand it to a startling degree. He has never had any serious relationships himself, finding that he already feels fulfilled with his friends and family. Perhaps you can help him explore this new revelation.  

“Mmm, it must be nice, actually. Less time wasted, more time for naps.”  “I never thought of it like that before... I should take more naps.”  He nods with a sleepy grin, patting the cushion next to him, “Who needs a thirst trap when you can have your first nap?” 

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A/N: Happy Pride Month from your fellow aroace author! Wishing you all the best <3

[cyraclove]

posting my wips that I’ll probably never get around to writing to free myself of them part 1

untitled high school musical (not the movie) au

“I got it! I got it!”

Eddie turns his head to see Dustin bounding into the black box, a delirious smile on his face. He skids to a stop right in front of the table, chest heaving as he rests his hands on his knees.

“I got it,” he wheezes. “I got…I got it.”

Crossing toward Dustin, Eddie grins as he crouches down to look up at him.

“Breathe, dickhead. You got what? The clap? Heard that’s making the rounds.”

Dustin snorts, coughing out a laugh.

“No, asshole,” he says. “I got the part. I’m Seymour.”

Eddie stands to hook an arm around Dustin’s neck, tugging him into his side as he pulls the brim of his cap over his eyes. Dustin cackles wildly.

“Fuck yeah, you are,” Eddie beams, holding Dustin in a headlock while he tries to wriggle free. “That’s fucking amazing, man.”

Dustin’s hat falls to the floor as he manages to slip out of Eddie’s grip. He shoots him another toothy smile before pulling him into a hug.

“Congrats, kid,” Eddie says as he claps him on the back. “And you thought you bombed that audition.”

“Shit, I really did,” Dustin says, running a hand through his hair. “I can’t believe it. Freshmen never get cast in lead roles.”

A familiar voice comes from the other side of the room.

“They do if they’re right for the part.”

Ms. Shapiro stands in the doorway leading into her office, leaning against the doorframe. A willowy woman fond of flowy scarves and big banana clips, she’s hard to miss.

She peers at Eddie through her green-rimmed glasses as he stares down at his feet, silently hoping that she hasn’t graded his tech theatre exam yet.

The look that she’s giving him tells him that she probably has.

“Thank you so much, Ms. Shapiro,” Dustin grins. “This is, like, a dream role for me. Oh, man. I just…you have no idea.”

“Don’t thank me,” Ms. Shapiro replies with a soft smile. “You gave a great audition. We’re lucky to have you.”

Dustin grins even wider, still flushed and starry-eyed.

There’s a warm tug inside of Eddie’s chest. Precious little bastard. He’s not sure he’s ever seen him this happy, not even after winning a campaign.

“You can come by and pick up your script and libretto whenever you want,” Ms. Shapiro tells Dustin. “First rehearsal is Monday right after last period.”

Nodding, Dustin hoists his backpack onto his shoulder.

“I gotta go call Steve,” he says, turning to Eddie, “but then I’ll be right back to play.”

“Hey, no rush,” Eddie assures him with a lazy wave. “I’m still settin’ up. Go bask in it, Streisand.”

Eddie crosses his arms as he leans against the table, chuckling to himself as Dustin all but sprints out into the hallway.

He and Ms. Shapiro exchange glances.

Expecting her to disappear back into her office, Eddie goes back to busying himself with getting ready for that afternoon’s game. He dares a peek in her direction out of the corner of his eyes.

She’s still there. Just staring at him.

“Sorry for the, uh, noise,” Eddie says with a sheepish chuckle. “Kid just got excited. Dreams coming true and all that.”

Ms. Shapiro hums in agreement but stays right where she is.

“You won’t hear another peep out of me,” Eddie continues, pulling an invisible zipper across his lips. “I mean, uh, until everyone else gets here.”

“I was hoping to have a word with you, actually,” Ms. Shapiro says. “Got a minute?”

Panic crawls down the nape of Eddie’s neck.

“Uh, sure,” he answers, nothing in his head but Fuck Fuck Fuckity Fuck. “What’s up?”

Ms. Shapiro walks briefly back into her office to take something off of her desk before making her way over to Eddie. She pulls out a chair and takes a seat, placing a crumpled sheet of paper on the table in front of her.

“I have your last exam right here,” she says calmly, sliding it towards him. “I have to say I’m surprised that you even showed up to take it, considering that I’ve marked you absent for almost every class this year.”

Eddie’s heart drops into his stomach as he looks down at the exam, a big, fat 27 glaring up at him in red pen. He huffs a laugh, running a hand across the back of his neck.

“I really tanked that one, huh?”

Ms. Shapiro cuts her eyes in his direction.

“Yes. You did.”

She sighs, sitting back against her chair.

“Look, I know that my class is the last period of your day. You’re a senior. And it’s a class that you don’t really care about.”

Guilt sticks in Eddie’s gut like a knife.

“I never said that I don’t—“

“But unless you’d like to be a senior again,” Ms. Shapiro interrupts pointedly, “you have to pass.”

He’d been busting his ass cramming for O’Donnell’s exam that he completely forgot about Shapiro’s. Eddie had walked into her class that day without so much as a pencil.

Eddie’s shoulders slump as he flops into the chair across from her, his face buried into his hands.

“Yeah, I know,” he mumbles. “Fuck.”

Ms. Shapiro clears her throat.

“Sorry. Shit.”

“Listen, Eddie. I like you. You’re a bright kid and I don’t want to see you stuck here another year,” Ms. Shapiro starts. “But we just don’t have a lot of time left in the school year, so you don’t have very many opportunities left to make this up.”

She absentmindedly toys with one of the figurines on the table. Eddie clenches his jaw as he resists the urge to snatch it from her hand.

“That’s why I have another option for you,” Ms. Shapiro starts. “Something you can do to fix your grade.”

Eddie studies her closely, eyes narrowing. “Like…extra credit?”

“Sure.”

“What exactly are we taking about, here?”

“I only had three men show up to audition for Little Shop of Horrors,” she explains. “Three. The only one worth listening to was Dustin.”

Ms. Shapiro pushes her glasses up the bridge of her nose before tenting her fingers in front of her.

“I had no choice but to cast the other two, but there are four male roles. I’m short one.”

They stare at each other. Eddie’s stomach drops.

“No. No. Nope, not me,” Eddie says, shaking his head. “You’ve got the wrong guy. There’s no way in hell I’m doing a musical. I don’t sing.”

“You’re in a band, right?”

“I play guitar!”

“Oh. Well, it’s really just talk-singing, anyway.”

“I don’t act!”

“Give me a break,” Ms. Shapiro laughs. “I hear you in here, Eddie.”

“This is dif—“

“This,” Ms. Shapiro cuts in, sweeping her hand over the table, “is acting. And you’re good at it.”

Eddie rakes an anxious hand through his hair.

“Ms. Shapiro, I will do anything,” Eddie pleads, “anything else. You don’t…you don’t want me in your show. Trust me. I’ll f—muck it up.”

“I doubt that.”

Groaning, Eddie runs a hand over his face.

“Please. Don’t make me do this.”

“I’m not,” Ms. Shapiro clarifies. “I’m simply giving you an option. It’s this—a guaranteed A in my class—or a failing grade.”

“Are you even allowed to do this? Is this illegal? It feels a little illegal.”

“Like you said, it’s just like extra credit. A lot of extra credit. I’m perfectly within my right to give my students opportunities to improve their grades.”

Pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger, Eddie squeezes his eyes shut. The last thing he wants is to rot in this pit-stained cesspool for another year because of his grade in an elective.

A fucking musical, though. A singing, dancing, jazz hands-ing onstage spectacle. What better way to draw the unwanted attention of a bunch of brain dead meatheads than to step into a literal spotlight and make an idiot out of himself?

“Ms. Shapiro—“

“Hang on a second,” she says, cutting Eddie off as she goes to stand.

Eddie watches as she rummages around on her desk for something before walking back over to the table. She holds out another sheet of paper, thankfully not a second failed exam.

“What’s this?”

“I thought you might like to look at the cast list before you make your decision,” Ms. Shapiro answers, an unsettlingly pleased smile on her face.

Cocking a brow, Eddie takes it from her.

“I don’t know who else I’d know besides Henderson, but o—“

Eddie chokes on a breath as he stares down at the list, an all too familiar name typed out right beneath Dustin’s. His pulse pounds at his temples, the paper shaking a bit in his hands as he reads it over and over again.

Chrissy Cunningham.

Looking up at Ms. Shapiro, Eddie opens his mouth but no words come out, his tongue like a wet piece of cardboard. He swallows hard.

“I was surprised to see her at auditions,” Ms. Shapiro says as she takes the cast list back from Eddie. “I knew she’d be perfect for Audrey the second she walked in, though.”

Eddie’s blood rushes in his ears, his brain a useless pile of goo. He suddenly finds himself looking down at a thick libretto with the name Orin Scrivello scribbled across the top in black sharpie.

“Totally up to you,” Ms. Shapiro chirps, offering him the book.

After a beat, he takes it from her. It’s like being handed a hammer so that he can pound the final nail into his own coffin.

God, he’s so fucked.

“When’d did you say the first rehearsal is?”

[venusandsaturnsrings]

out of all of ur tarus,, who’s the most obsessed with eating ur pssy

EXCELLENT QUESTION THANK YOU!! okay, i have a firm answer on this already but i’d like to dissect the different taru pussy eating styles. that way you all can decide who you’d want most based on skills and experience!! more exciting than a regular answer me thinks… anyways!!

inceltaru: my personal most beloved taru au!! but… zero experience. could not name a single anatomical part of a pussy if a gun was to his head. knows nothing and has never even been close to eating someone out. when first meeting him, he’s the type of guy who says “girls are supposed to give head not get it. i’m not into that, shits gross,” with a grimace. his curiosity is the saving grace here plus his obsession runs deep. tries it and immediately cannot get enough though he doesn’t get you off (he’s bad at it initially). give him a couple more goes and he’s worked out what makes you sob the hardest!! inceltaru is majorly into seeing you give him the same heart eyes back and going down on your for hours gets him that so it’s a win-win situation. he’ll be between your legs the most often when he’s stressed or feeling nice for once. stress leads to him nibbling and slapping your clit while nice will have him placing sloppy kisses all over!! does expect a blow in return though.

frat taru: eugh… he’s not very good at all… almost never gives head. minimal experience and not passionate about it until he’s actually into you which may take some time. he’ll come around eventually and when he does, trust you’ll get it the most often in the back of his car. makes snide remarks about how he doesn’t want his frat bros seeing him be such a beta but it’s clear he loves it if the way he palms himself through his sweats says anything!! eventually he’ll get better at it and like it more and more but he’d prefer fucking you properly. he does finger you more often, usually in the corner of random parties or places where you don’t have much time.

foxtaru: if there was an award for most toothy head, foxtaru would get it. he’s not mean and doesn’t bite, just likes gently nibbling your pretty lips and clit!! he loves the way it feels between his canines. gives very good but cheeky head; he’s rather teasing about it most of the time. tail swishing, you’ll be pushing his head closer whenever he slows down to get a ride out of you. all tarus are sadomasochists, foxtaru included, so pinch his ears and he’ll get back to it properly. definitely gives head the most!!

puptaru: sweet boy :(( overwhelmingly passionate about eating pussy!! will whine, paw at you, and beg until you let him. sobs for “just a little taste!” until you’re pushing your panties to the side for him to shove his face in. it’ll always end up being more than a taste though. he’s grabbing your thighs and slobbering all over you with ears pressed back and his tail wagging so hard you fear he’ll hurt himself. absolutely ADORES sucking on your clit. could spend hours abusing the little bud just to make you feel good and satiate his need for mouthfuls of your delicious juices :(( cross eyed and humping whatever he can the whole time but has gotten off untouched just by eating you out before. very much enjoys sticking his tongue in you and just feeling the way you squeeze it like it’s his dick. more often than not, you’ll be pinned down and bred once he’s had his fill. eating pussy is his full time job and he’s never called in sick!!

canon taru: what would this post be without the original?? he loves to serve, a soldier in all ways including when it comes to your pleasure. he takes it the most seriously, even pulling out a timer one time just to see how fast he could get you off. he can be teasing but he’s got that winner mindset even when he’s between your legs. he gives relatively steady head when his competitive nature is set aside. likes bringing you to the edge gently before prolonging your orgasm as long as he can. it’s not worth it to him if your legs aren’t trembling when he’s done!! i could make an entire separate post about foul legacy pussy eating but just know, he’s nothing but rough when he gets like that. tongue fucks you into the next dimension, mouth covering the entirety of your cunt with ease. his tongue his about has long as his normal dick is in that form…

ahem… if you couldn’t tell, puptaru is the most obsessed with eating you out!! foxtaru is a close second though!! inceltaru and canon taru tie for third while frat taru is last place�� rankings aside, he loves eating you out regardless of au!! he’s a pussy pleaser!! pussy lover!! pussy adorer!! needs four square meals a day; breakfast, lunch, dinner, and pussy!!

[planet-crait]

After repeatedly seeing posts about A New Wish and some angsty content from the original show making me super nostalgic, I decided to cave and watch the Fairly Odd-parents A New Wish.

I think for sanity’s sake I’ll be breaking things down episode by episode to give my thoughts as sort of a live reaction? We’ll see how that goes but for now, I’ll start off with a broad, so far I’m liking what I’m seeing. The show is fun and silly and does really capture the spirit of the original which these days certain companies *cough*Disney*cough* can’t seem to manage.

I do have some questions and gripes which I’ll mention later but they haven’t made me enjoy the show less because I know things may get explained later on and it is the first season so I get maybe not wanting to show their hands on this stuff yet. If you want to see my spoiler thoughts they’re below the cut to avoid spoiling people who haven’t seen it yet.

I feel like I should start off by admitting I have seen spoilers so I know about certain things throughout the season but not how we get their and the spoilers I saw actually have me excited to see what happens. But I wanted to be fair and be upfront about that as we get into this.

Right off the bat two things simultaneously occurred, I was immediately in love with the intro song, but for some reason was very confused about it playing at the begining of the episode. I don’t know why I was certain the original the song didn’t play before the episode but for the official first episode it does so I think I may have either A. Been confusing it with the pilot which never plays the theme song or B. Mixing it up with RW/BY who for the first episode of a new season plays the intro at the end of the episode (or some combination of both).

This is not a negative just a funny thing that threw me off. I was hoping for more of this new style and it feels way too short and I was kind of sad it ended. I love the new singers for the intro and like the style it uses I don’t know how to better word it but I really enjoyed it and was sad because it felt shorter then the original and uh spoiler alert it is by a solid ten seconds with the original clocking at about 45 seconds and the new clocking in at only 30 seconds. I don’t know why they cut out 15 seconds because overall the new version follows the flow of the original. I may go through the songs more closely side by side to see if their is a verse missing or it’s just sung quicker for no other reason then I’m curious and I want a longer version of this new one (or at least the singer for the new one to do more songs because I love their voice). I enjoy Hazels section being her own thing and making different rapid fire wishes than Timmy to potentially be giving us a glimpse of her personality. I know there is a dry themed episode and she wishes for fries so maybe it’s a stretch I’ll find out but regardless I enjoyed it. (If someone knows who sings the intro please let me know lolz).

I was worried I wouldn’t like the animation style for the show, with reboots or sequels the animation is either hit or miss for me but it was fine nothing like mind blowing but it was fine nothing really stuck out to me either way so I call that a win, especially after hearing rumors about the really tight animation budget for this first season.

Hazel herself is a solid character, she feels like a little kid trying to navigate a lot of sudden changes and is struggling to figure out her way through. I empathize with Hazel strongly actually as someone who loved suddenly before the second grade to a new school where I was not liked at all by my peers so I really relate to Hazel here in that respect. Hazel has a lot of personality shining through here in the first episode which I admit she really needs that to stand up against the legacy Timmy holds for the original series.

On a side note, I had heard a lot of people discussing how Timmy seems to be haunting the narrative and I honestly didn’t expect to notice that exact thing right in episode one. Maybe because I was told about it I was really looking out to see it showing, but I quickly noticed little things like the picture of Timmy’s room in Cosmo and Wanda’s house and the brief mention of their previous godkid and retiring after them.

Again this really could just be nostalgia talking here (seeing a lot of Nicktoons Unite content on other socials lately lolz) but it stuck out to me and so far I think it works? I feel like him not showing up for a while but still feeling his presence is a really smart choice. Maybe my opinion will change but for now it works because so far there isn’t a need for Hazel to know about the Godkid before her. I’m intrigued to see if and how he might naturally come up but for now it works for me. I admit I may cry if he shows up ever but again. Nostalgia lolz.

One quick question, I heard this guy was confirmed to not be Timmy on twitter?

If anyone has that tweet confirming that I would love to see it because as everyone notes he looks exactly like the older Timmy from season one of the original so I was confused when I originally saw the screenshot floating around and would love some clarification because I don’t really use the bird app much anymore.

Now onto the gripes I briefly mentioned earlier. The first big question that kind of hung in my mind was, how come Cosmo and Wanda get to just…decide to be Hazels Godparents? I know it would bog down the story they wanted to go with to try and work around this but the original show repeatedly established fairy godparents are assigned to kids who need them, so…why do they get to pick their next godkid especially since they’re retired currently? This is the stuff I know technically isn’t needed because sometimes story just has to story but it’s bugging me. Again it doesn’t hurt the show necessarily at this point of writing this but it’s something that threw me off that I expected to have something for. Maybe it’ll be explained later maybe not it’s not a deal breaker but just bugs me as someone who loves seeing world building stuff in stories.

I also have to wonder how the heck have Cosmo and Wanda not been caught with how blatantly they use magic. Hazel repeatedly notices them using magic before she knows they’re fairies. In the original show we see them function as “humans” with using magic significantly less than they do. Why aren’t they concerned about Hazel seeing them do Magic? This could have been a story decision to firmly establish for anyone new to the series that they’re Magic and such but it was an odd choice to me.

The other main question I have is how they’ve gone 10,00 years without ever hearing someone say “I wish” before Hazel said that in front of them. Do they not run into people annoyed at a bus stop wishing for their late bus to show up? I assume they’re only compelled to grant wishes of kids but have they not been around a kid wishing for something ridiculous around them? Or do they need to feel like the kid needs them? Again this is one of these “this is a kids show so it’s probably being yadda yadda’d past so the story can story but I don’t think it would be a fair review if I didn’t mention these things I noticed.

However, I do really like how the show establishes how whole her parents clearly care about her but her mom specifically falls into being g a therapist for her vs a mom for her which causes her to put pressure on Hazel to not talk to them. I think it works well to show us how and why Hazel needs Cosmo and Wanda. And Wanda questioning Hazel when they catch her running away and getting her to admit what’s going on felt very in character for both of them. As I said earlier I feel like the creators really did maintain the spirit of the original show and that’s really nice to see.

Hazels wish and the result both also work overall well. Making her a fly so she could fly and also match the specific verbiage of her wish was fun. However the reveal about how weird their body parts are was uh…a choice. Not a huge fan but again this is a children’s show so I know some things just aren’t necessarily going to click with me. On an unrelated note, ATLA set me up to spend the entire section of Hazel flying through town for someone to exclaim “My cabbages!” And given both are Nicktoon shows, I feel like it had to be intentional.

Now why Cosmo and Wanda didn’t change Hazel back in the hallway or something is another strange choice but I suppose they couldn’t have had the fun hijinxs if they didn’t and Hazel wouldn’t have been able to talk to Tony if they didn’t but still. Confused on the why they did that. It is a kids show but I feel like even kids shows can still tie the lose ends a little better. At least the hijinks were enjoyable and seeing Wanda failing so spectacularly at small talk was pretty amusing. And yea you could argue they hammed up Hazel and Tony’s talk a little but I can forgive it because they’re trying to make the message clear for kids and that’s just a thing that tends to happen in kids shows. I’ve seen it done far worse in the past so credit where credit is due here.

Upon rewatching I also had to question why Cosmo was so traumatized by living in a fishbowl for 7 years since their castle was huge and they could go their whenever they wanted so it being small being the issue was…a choice? I don’t think it’s meant to imply they have negative feelings towards Timmy specifically but again, just a note that threw me off a little.

Still in the end I do really enjoy Hazels excitement and interest in Cosmo and Wanda’s apartment. Again world building me is wondering are they paying rent? How? Can they poof money into existence to pay rent? Is that allowed? The stupid things most people don’t care about that I do because well brains. But in the end Hazel is a fun character with a lot of personality, Cosmo and Wanda are fun and cute which was a huge draw in for the original and it’s great to see carry over. I wonder if someone on the team is a fan of Undertale given Hazels shirt matches like perfectly with Frisks.

I just hope no one tries to tell me I’m Cosplaying Hazel wrong when I go out as Frisk. Either way I’m excited to go onto episode two.

[emberdew]

Be More Ghost Chapter 5: The Squip Enters

Summary:

A Be More Chill AU where Danny gets a Super Quantum Intel Unit Processor (or Squip) to help him become cool and win over Valerie, but things don't really go as planned.

Masterpost | AO3 Link | Word Count: 1,386

Please excuse some mild discomfort.

Sitting at a food court table at the mall, Danny looked down at the gray oblong pill he held in the palm of his hand while Tucker ate his fries. 

“I hope it’s worth four hundred dollars.”

“Four hundred and one.” Tucker slid the bottle of Mountain Dew on the table closer to Danny. “Don’t forget the Mountain Dew.”

“Did you know ectoplasm tastes a bit like Mountain Dew?” Danny took the bottle and shook it a little.

“Dude, I don’t want to know why you know what ectoplasm tastes like.” Tucker looked disgusted as he put another fry in his mouth.

“It tastes kind of good actually.” 

“Please stop.” 

“Okay then. Here goes… everything.” Danny popped the pill in his mouth and gulped down the Mountain Dew. 

“How does it taste?” 

“Minty.” Which wasn’t the flavor he had been expecting from the pill. He assumed it would be metallic or something. 

Tucker looked him in the eyes. “How do you feel?”

Danny waited for a second to check if he felt any different. He didn’t.

“I feel like…” He slumped in his seat. “A chump.”

“Nothing? At all?” Tucker thought for a second, adjusting his beret. “Maybe… Try to say something cool?”

“I think I blew all my bar mitzvah money on a breath mint.” Danny hung his head, defeated. 

“Yeah, not cool.” Tucker scooted his chair closer to Danny and patted him on the back.

“Please leave me alone to mourn in my fries, forever.” Danny appreciated his friend’s support, but he didn’t want to be comforted right now.

“You get five minutes.” Tucker stood up and took a step away.

“Where are you going?”

“You know Spike works at Spencer’s Gifts right?”

“Yeah, he’s Jazz’s friend.” Danny remembered the goth dude who Jazz had tried giving therapy sessions to. He had been surprised when Spike had actually ended up becoming friends with his super preppy sister. 

“He’s hooking me up with a case of Crystal Pepsi! It’s like regular Pepsi, only clear.” 

“Wasn’t that discontinued in the 90s?” Danny couldn’t help but smile a bit at his friend’s enthusiasm. Only Tucker would get excited about old soft drinks like this.

“That’s what makes it awesome!” Tucker waved his hands in excitement and then started fast-walking to the Spencer’s. 

Danny started eating his fries. They were already cold but he was too depressed to care.

“Shouldn’t we wait for the rest of the club?” 

Danny perked up as the familiar voice entered the range of his enhanced hearing. At the other end of the food court, he saw Valerie walking next to Dash. What were they doing together? Danny got up and tossed his fries in the trash can on the way to where Valerie was standing.

“Oh, we’re not meeting the rest of the club here.” Dash actually looked sheepish for a second but then resumed his usual bravado. “I figured it was time that we reconnected. Alone. That’s why I’m taking you to one of my favorite spots in the universe. Sbarro-”

“Valerie!” Danny interrupted. He didn’t have a plan but he knew he had to do something. He couldn’t just let Dash hang out with Valerie alone! 

“Danny, I didn’t see you there.” Valerie gave him a warm smile that felt like it melted his insides.

“Yeah, you’re kind of hard to notice.” Dash barely gave Danny a second glance before turning back to Valerie and putting a hand on her shoulder to lead her toward the pizza stall. “The best part, they let you pick whatever you want-”

“Wait!” Danny stepped directly in front of their path. “There’s something I need to tell you.” 

“Now?” Dash looked at Danny like he was an annoying fly he couldn’t get rid of. Danny tried his best not to cower under the bully’s gaze.

“I… I…” Danny started. Then a sharp pain exploded in his brain. “OWWW!”

Target female inaccessible. A voice rang in his head, way too loud for comfort. Danny tried to cover his ears but it didn’t help. The voice was coming from inside his brain.

“Danny?” Valerie’s concern was muffled through whatever was attacking his senses. 

“OW! What the hell?” Danny didn’t know what was happening. Was a ghost attacking him? Some new ghost hunter’s weapon? None of his parents’ or Vlad’s inventions had hurt this badly before. Well, excluding the ghost portal. 

Calibration in process. Please excuse some mild discomfort. The voice was just as loud as before. Danny felt himself hyperventilating as the pain shot through his body. He was used to getting hits and even getting shocked sometimes in ghost fights, but this was so much worse.

“MILD???” Danny flailed, not completely in control of his limbs anymore. He felt himself hitting the ground, his body twitching in agony.

“Danny, what’s wrong?” Valerie leaned down over him but didn’t touch him.

“Dude, freaky Fenton’s freaking out!” Dash pointed at him as if it wasn’t obvious who he was talking about.

Calibration complete. Access procedure initiated. The voice was at a much more manageable volume this time. Danny could suddenly think clearly again. 

“No, wait, I’m fine,” Danny rubbed his head. He started to lift himself up. “I just-”

Discomfort level may increase. The searing pain like lightning striking his brain resumed and he fell flat on the floor again.

“AHHHHH!” Danny screamed. Muscles still spasming, he somehow stood up and ran away from Valerie and Dash into a less crowded area of the mall.

Accessing: neural memory. Accessing: muscle memory. Access procedure: complete. Danny Fenton…

Danny gasped in shock as he saw who had materialized in front of him. How was that possible? But it was unmistakably him- snow-white hair, glowing green eyes, and all.

Welcome to your Super Quantum Unit Intel Processor… Your SQUIP.

“You look like… Phantom.” Why did this Squip thing look like his ghost form? Maybe it was set up to mirror yourself? Danny took a step closer and saw a few differences though. Instead of just a black-and-white hazmat, this Phantom was wearing a cool-looking white jacket with black and green accents. He was also wearing designer sunglasses which didn’t quite mask his glowing eyes. 

This is my default mode. You can also set me for: George Clooney, Terminatra, or Hatsune Miku. The Squip morphed into different forms as it listed its options. He thought he recognized the last one from some video Tucker had shown him last week.

“Phantom is fine… weird but fine.” Looking at Phantom like this reminded him of when he had split himself with the Fenton Ghost Catcher. At least he felt like himself right now. 

The Squip squinted at him. I can see by accessing your memories that somehow you ARE Phantom. I was not programmed for that scenario. The Squip seemed to stutter, like a glitch in a video game. It then settled and gave Danny a confident smirk. Rest assured, I will still be able to help you.

It was weird that this technology was pre-programmed to look like him but his life was so weird at this point he didn’t even question it. 

“Can everyone see you?” Danny looked around. He was surprised no one had noticed “Phantom” appearing in the mall yet. Usually, people started cheering or running away when he showed up anywhere in his ghost form. 

I exist only in your mind. All they see is you, having an animated conversation with yourself. “Phantom,” who Danny now noticed was weirdly a few inches taller than him, looked down at him disapprovingly. So don’t do that. Just think at me. Like you’re telepathic.  

“Like in X-men?” Danny said out loud. A stranger nearby gave him a weird look.

I can see this is going to be difficult, the Squip crossed its arms, you want to be more chill.

“You mean cool?”

I do not. You see, human social activity is governed by rules and I have the processing capacity to understand those rules and pass them on to you.

Danny wasn’t sure if this Squip thing was going to work out, but staring at the cooler version of his ghost self, he was starting to become hopeful. 

[mythicmalasada]

Hello so here r my personal Lyney characterization thoughts:

-I think he’s definitely a “crafty” sort of character. He’s a bit deceitful I suppose. However I do think that he genuinely enjoys doing magic/performing!

-Performing is a “mask” for him. He’s liked genuinely fucked up (anyone associated with the Fatui is fucked up anyways) but he’s able to hide it

-Definitely a family guy c: he loves his siblings a lot

-surely resorted to..less than ideal methods for the sake of his siblings

-I think he’s done bad things but I do think he has a good heart. I don’t think he’s always silly goofy. Like there are moments where he’s very sincere

I LOVED THESE!!! i wasn’t expecting an ask abt him but i was so pleasantly surprised!!! thank u for these srsly and feel free to send more im so insane and this feeds my brainrot

i agree!! i imagine he’s very cunning and thinks everything 1000% through. he’s a master of manipulating situations to his benefit. everything is a game to him that he has to perform his best at and win

i also picture him having picked up magic tricks as a quick way to win money in the orphanage (which i wrote a bit abt in my fic). he does enjoy magic both for the aspect of swindling people to get what he wants but ALSO ! just genuinely making innocent people (esp younger kids, which remind him of his siblings/himself as the kid he never could be) happy

i also think he’s a little insane….. perhaps not in a violent way like childe (in relations to fatui) but in a way that he’s been so utterly tormented by having to choose between two evils in order to survive and protect his siblings and he’s bound to just. Break. go absolutely batshit screaming collapsing to his knees laughing

for sure a family guy!!! he loves his siblings so much. it’s not confirmed ofc but i think lynette is his biological twin (also a robot but) and they met freminet in the orphanage. this is said on the official House of the Hearth wiki:

… which just makes me believe that even more.

“less than ideal” is one way to put it . i’m so so excited to see his actions in the archon quest, where his loyalties lie, etc., how far he goes to protect his siblings, how far he can be pushed to sacrifice and perform flawlessly until his facade shatters

i love morally gray characters 💔 though he’s obviously done some questionable things he’s protecting his FAMILY, the only ones he has left. he’s sacrificing everything so his siblings can have it a bit easier. completely giving himself away so they can have a better sense of self. taking all the spotlight just so all the danger is directed at him. i love him so dearly 😭

[ukingk24]

I want to see (you) Sorina childhood friends AU part 3

Erina and Hisako begin to travel the world for her tasting work and they always tell Soma about their trips. Soma is happy for them but also a little jealous that they get to have such fun adventures. One day he asks his dad if he can go with him on one of his trips and Tamako says it’s a good idea. Jo starts bringing them along when he goes to cook and his jobs turn into little family vacations. They go every few months and Soma always cooks at every place they go

The trio exchange stories and gifts after every trip they take. Erina tells Soma about New York and Soma says his dad never took them to America when he goes so he doesn’t know much about it. He eventually asks his dad and Jo gets evasive. Tamako asks him about it privately and he admits he’s hiding something from them. Or rather, someone. Tamako is rightfully pissed and demands he tell the truth. Jo tells her about Asahi and Tamako says in no uncertain terms that they’re all going to America together next time. Soma is 7 here.

Next time comes and Soma is excited to finally go to America, though he doesn’t get why his parents look so nervous. After Jo’s job is done (and Soma learns about American food culture) he takes the family to a little orphanage and they meet a young (10) boy with messy black hair.

Asahi is initially thrilled to see Jo again but freezes when he sees who he’s with. He doesn’t need to guess since Jo talked about them, but Asahi never thought he’d meet Jo’s family. His real family. Tamako sees how nervous he is introduces herself and tries to calm him down. They all have a little chat and everything seems to go well until Soma pipes up “So we came here to see Asahi? Why? Who is he?”

This gets everyone to freeze. Leave it to a 7-year-old to point out the elephant in the room. Asahi feels like he’s going to puke because now they’re here. They’re at the point where they’re going to throw him away, tell him he’s not Jo’s real son. But he can’t just let go of the 3 years of memories he has with Jo. So he beats them to the punch. “I’m Asahi Saiba! Jouichirou’s my dad!” He declares.

This shocks the Yukihira family but before long, Tamako grins. Before she can respond, Soma once again pipes up. “Wait, if dad’s your dad… does that make you my big brother!? I have a big brother?? Why didn’t you guys tell me?!” Soma asks in excited delight. Now it’s Asahi’s turn to be shocked. He was expecting to be rebuffed and cast aside once again, now he has the son of the man he considers his father declaring him his big brother.

Tamako laughs and playfully smacks Jo

“Yeah, why didn’t we tell Soma he has a big brother?” She asks, loving seeing Jo squirm. She tells the boys to play and “get to know your brother.” She tells Asahi to stay back for a second though

“Asahi, I know you’re worried, but you don’t have to be. Everything’s gonna be ok. I promise.” Tamako says, holding out a pinky. Asahi is hesitant but he sees her smile and his hope outweighs his fear and pinky promises her.

The boys go out to play and Tamako and Jo have a serious discussion about Asahi. Tamako wants to bring him home and adopt him but Jo is hesitant. Not because he doesn’t love the boy but because he’s worried about his and everyone else’s reaction. Plus he still feels guilty keeping him a secret.

“Oh, you definitely should be, but we’ll focus on that later. Right now, all that it comes down to is this: do you love him?”

“Of course I do but-”

“Is he your son?”

“Tama, it’s not that simple.”

“Yes it is. Jo, look at me. Look me in the eye. Yes or no, is he your son?” Tamako asks seriously and Jo can’t help but say he is. “Then that’s that. We gotta bring our boy home.” Tamako smiles.

Outside, Soma and Asahi are playing. Soma asks why the other kids avoid Asahi and he says because they can never win when they play. Asahi copies their moves so they don’t like it. Soma asks to see and he thinks it’s really cool. Or rather, Soma is trying to play with Asahi but the older boy is hesitant. He doesn’t talk much and Soma can see he’s not having fun. He asks what’s wrong Asahi admits he’s nervous. This is the first time he’s meeting Jo’s family and while he doesn’t want to cause any problems, he also doesn’t want to stop seeing Jo. Soma reminds him that mom said she’d take care of it. Asahi says it’s not that simple since he’s not Jo’s real son but Soma is confused at this.

“Mom said you’re my brother, and you said dad’s your dad? Even dad said so. So that means mom’s your mom.”

“If that were true, why haven’t I been there?”

“We’re bringing you home this time, right?” Asahi is stunned. He doesn’t think that’ll happen but Soma is adamant. He grabs Asahi’s hand and marches back inside, saying he’s going to make them bring Asa-nii home with them.

Tamako and Jo are talking about the legal processes they’re going to have to go through to adopt Asahi and bring him to Japan when Soma comes marching back in, dragging Asahi along. “We’re taking Asa-nii back home!” He announces. Asahi is red faced from embarrassment and Tamako and Jo share a look before laughing. “Yeah, we are kiddo.”

“Oh, ok. See? I told you mom would take care of it.” Soma says simply, as if there were never any doubt. Asahi is on the verge of tears; he can’t believe this.

“Please don’t say it if you don’t mean it.” He says meekly. He can barely hold it together. A lifetime of pain and disappointment has kept him from hoping but right now they’re higher than they’ve ever been. If that hope turns out to be false, he might just break completely.

“We mean it kiddo. We’re talking to the orphanage about all the legal stuff, but it’s happening.” Tamako assures. Asahi looks to Jo for one last confirmation.

“I should’ve done this a long time ago, Asahi, and I can never apologize enough for not doing so. But one way or another, we’re bringing you home. That’s a promise from your father.” Jo declares and Asahi’s dam breaks. He runs into his father’s arms, crying tears of joy and Jo responds in kind.

They end up staying in America for a while to finalize the adoption process and getting Asahi’s records. Soma’s practically attached to Asahi’s hip and whenever she’s not doing paperwork or working through all the legal procedures, so is Tamako. “You got a 3-year head-start on us so we gotta make up for lost time!” Tamako says. Asahi has absolutely no complaints. Before they came, he was still complacent with seeing Jo a few times a year, knowing that their bond was strong but never really parent and child. Now, not only is Jo officially his dad, he’s got a mom and little brother. And a grandpa back home. He’s got a home! A few weeks pass, and Asahi is officially adopted and home in Japan.

At one point when dealing with all the papers, Asahi's name comes up. Everyone assumed that he'd go with Yukihira and he honestly wants that too, but he also doesn't want to get rid of Saiba. It's his link with Jo and the name is special to him. Tamako catches on to his hesitation and talk to him about it.

"Everything alright there, kiddo?"

"Y-yes ma'am!" "Asahi, how many times do I have ta ask you ta call me mom? Or at least Tamako? Literally anything but ma'am."

"Sorry ma- Tamako-san... I'm just not used to this yet."

"S'alright. You got the rest of your life to get used to it. So what's got ya stumped there?"

"Oh, uh. Just the name part..."

"You don't like Asahi?"

"No, that's not the name I'm having trouble with."

"Yukihira is the issue?"

"No! No- I'm so honored you'd let me use that it's just... Saiba..."

"I see."

"That's the name that Jouichirou gave me, it's... I don't really know how to explain it."

"You don't have to, Asahi. It's special to you, right?"

"Yeah."

"And you don't wanna get rid of it."

"But I also don't want to be rude to you and Soma."

"I get it. Look, Asahi. I wanna thank you for being honest with me. I also wanna apologize for not coming to get you sooner. Trust me, I gave Jo an ear-full when he fessed up. But I need you to know something, and I want to you look at me when I say it so you know I'm serious. I need you to know that you're our family now, and we're yours. No matter what name you choose, no matter what you do, you will always be our family. Jo's always gonna be your dad, Soma's always gonna be your brother, and if you let me, I'll always be your mom. But no matter what, you'll always be my boy."

Asahi fully breaks down in Tamako's arms and they're both ugly crying tears of catharsis. He starts calling her mom right then and there. Asahi eventually decides on Asahi Saiba-Yukihira as his name

Kazusato wastes no time in spoiling his newest grandson, and even less time scolding his idiot son in law for not doing this sooner. It takes a few months for him to gain Japanese citizenship and he also goes through a few language classes to brush up his Japanese. But Asahi is a very quick learner and it’s discovered that he has a photographic memory, and that especially translates into cooking. He can see a technique and understand it after a few tries. Once he understands it, he never forgets it.

Soma’s initially jealous that Asahi can do that but it just makes him all the more motivated. He also tells Erina and Hisako right away that he got a new brother and when they come over next time, they all meet. Asahi’s a little nervous because he’s meeting his little brothers best friends and wants to make a good impression

He doesn’t have to worry too much about that though since Soma vouches for him. He decides to make a dish to break the ice and is surprised with how critical Erina is. He’s even more surprised when Soma agrees with her. Erina is pleased that Soma is actually listening to her critiquing methods. “How can I not when you do it all the time?” Erina sticks her tongue out at him. Soma responds in kind. Hisako tells him that yes, it’s like this a lot.

[angelst4re]

Would you be able to do a fluff with Jamie where he has a panic attack and his friends try to calm him down but the reader is the only one who he’ll let near him?

of course love!! i'm sorry this took so long to write, it's been in my drafts for a while but i've been so busy i haven't had the time to post anything!! :(

Breathe... - Jamie Campbell Bower x Reader

summary: jamie has to be on stage soon, but his anxiety thinks otherwise.

warnings: none! <3

notes: i have quite a few fics written in my drafts right now ready to post... :)

“Jamie, c’mon man, we’ve got to be on stage in less than ten minutes.” 

“I cant fucking do it. I’m sorry, I-“ He ran his fingers through his hair, stressed out and slightly shaky. 

“What do you mean you can’t do it?” Roland scoffed, it was their last show of the tour and Jamie was refusing to go out, “is everything okay, mate?” 

“No. It’s fucking not. This is the biggest crowd we’ve ever played to, what if something goes wrong? What if they don’t like us? What if-“ 

“Five minutes, J.” Sam quickly popped his head round the door, expecting to see his brother ready to go out and play for the crowd, not expecting to see him breaking down. “Shit, is everything okay?” 

Before Jamie could answer him, Roland began talking. 

“He’s refusing to go out there, I don’t know what we can do. We can’t just not perform, and no one else can sing.” 

“Say there’s been an emergency!” Jamie announced, “call it off. Or I’ll do it myself.” 

“Jamie, we can’t do that-“ 

“Who are you calling?” Jamie questioned as Sam raised his phone to his ear. 

“Y/n. If anyone can talk him out of this it’ll be- hi, y/n, where are you right now?… ah, great! Do you think you could come backstage quickly? Jamie’s on the verge of a panic attack- it’s a long story- just get here as soon as you can, thank you so much! See you soon.”

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After getting the call from Sam, you left your things with his girlfriend Venus and rushed backstage. Jamie was telling you the night before that he was nervous about today, and you managed to reassure him, telling him that everything will be okay, that he has nothing to worry about, which calmed him enough so that he could fall asleep, but now it’s clearly escalated. 

When you spotted your boyfriend, he was sat with his elbows on his knees, his face buried in his hands, so very stressed. 

“Could you give us a moment?” You asked Sam and Roland gently, and they nodded, leaving you with Jamie. 

“I don’t want to do it, I can’t do it! But they’re all out there waiting for us… Fuck, they’re going to be so disappointed, aren’t they?” 

“What do you mean?” You asked softly, sitting beside your boyfriend, putting an arm around his shoulder as you pulled him closer to you. 

“Everyone, the fans, the guys… I don’t want to disappoint them, darling. But I can’t go out there.” 

“Oh, love,” you sighed, “they will be upset if you don’t go out, they love you, Jamie. They’re here to support you, to see their idol, their hero. Remember that feeling when you’re on stage, when you feel unstoppable, when all the adrenaline takes over. If you don’t go out, I’m certain you’ll regret it, you’ll get upset over it, like you are now. I hate to see you like this, Jamie, I really do, but I know once you get out there, once you see everyone and they’re so excited to see their favourite band, this feeling will pass. They love you, almost as much as I do.” You smiled, and he sat back, turning to look at you. 

“I don’t know if I can do it. I’m just… I’m having a bad day, darling. I don’t want to let the anxiety win, but I can’t do it.” 

You frowned, seeing him upset really broke your heart. You noticed a tear had rolled down his cheek and you quickly used your thumb to wipe it off. 

“Breathe, love.” You told him, and he took in a deep breath, holding it for a moment before exhaling, and then repeating. “You’ve got this, okay? I’ll be watching with Venus from the side of the stage, if I could go on stage with you to support you, I would,” you giggled, running your fingers through his hair, “but you’re going to go out there and give those people the performance of a lifetime, baby.”

You noticed a slight change in the way Jamie was sitting, he straightened himself up a little and nodded his head. 

“You’re right, sweetheart. You’re always right,” he said, his voice no more than a whisper as he leaned over and placed a kiss on your forehead, “how much time have we got?” 

“Not long.” 

Jamie stood up, and reached his hand out to help you up. He snaked his arm around you as you walked out, side by side. 

“Oh, y/n, you’re an angel!” Sam grinned, “ready, J?” 

“Ready as ever.” He said with a smile, before leaning down to capture your lips in a kiss once more. He struggled to pull away from you as the other guys began to walk out onto the stage, but once he was out there, performing on stage, every worry he had disappeared. He even began to question why he was anxious in the first place.

[lilfishiefigureskates]

Cup of China Preview

Men - My Predicted Top 6 (in no particular order)

Adam Siao Him Fa (France) - I really don’t know what we’re gonna see from him this weekend. He has gotta do better than he did at Grand Prix de France. I heard he is doing a different short program, which is good cause I wasn’t a fan of the gangster short.

Nika Egadze (Georgia) - Last time we saw him was a million years ago at Skate America, where he landed just off the podium in 4th place. His quads are pretty solid, but he needs to work on his performance skills more.

Matteo Rizzo (Italy) - Was pretty decent at NHK with his only problem being getting a UR on the 4Lo in both programs. Whatever happens I’m still very excited to see him back.

Shun Sato (Japan) - Had an amazing short program at Skate Canada but struggled a bit with the short. If he puts down two clean programs he will have a real shot at gold. #FuecocoTrioForever.

Mikhail Shaidorov (Kazakhstan) - Listen, if Mikahil wins we won’t see Daniel at the Grand Prix Final, so my boy really needs to lock in here. It’ll be interesting to see if he’ll do the 3A4T again. Really needs to work on his PCS

Deniss Vasiljevs (Latvia) - It’s also been a million years since we’ve seen him! I hope he skips the 4S in the short, but hopefully he’ll nail it in the free. I’m very excited to see him perform.

Women - Predicted Top 6 (in no particular order)

Mone Chiba (Japan) - Had an excellent performance at NHK, and only needs a silver here in order to qualify for the Grand Prix Final. I absolutely love her short program.

Rion Sumiyoshi (Japan) - I really hopes she doesn’t do the 4T so she can hopefully go clean. Still in a good place to make the final with her bronze medal from Grand Prix de France. Has gorgeous programs this season.

Rinka Watanable (Japan) - My fav! Our Skate America silver medalists! I really like her Moonlight short, and the tango suits her. I’m nervous to see if she’s gonna try and do the 3A. I fear will she try to attempt it in the short.

Chaeyeon Kim (South Korea) - Missed out on the podium at Grand Prix de France, which will make it a little harder for her to go to the Grand Prix Final. Whatever happens I love her and I’m very much looking forward to watching her Tron program!

Kimmy Repond (Switzerland) - I did not expect her to do as well as she did at Skate Canada! She was obviously disappointed with not making it onto the podium, so hopefully the fire will be lit!

Amber Glenn (USA) - If she can put down the 3A in the short and the free, and goes clean she will have no problem winning it all this weekend. However, the competition is very fierce for the women this weekend so I think it will be hard for anyone to come back from a mistake.

I can’t believe we made it to the final Grand Prix event! My sleeping schedule will be happy that it’s already over, but not watching skating every weekend is so sad. I’m am looking forward to the break next week, before the Grand Prix Final! Happy watching and I hope everyone has a superb Cup of China weekend!

[neonthewrite]

Gilded Birdcage

Today's prompt is "Bird", and really the only thing that comes to mind for that one is Adrian, specifically Adrian from a trust AU that I don't think @creatorofuniverses and I have elaborated on that much. The Doppelganger AU has some artwork out there ... and also one other bit of writing that has nothing to do with where Adrian is in the AU. So this could probably be taken mostly standalone!

Poor Adrian.

~~~

Adrian can’t count the days he’s spent in that golden cage. It’s usually hard to focus on something for too long. His attention always fractures, fluttering to something else, especially the few tokens and baubles in the cage with him. The gentle swaying of the cage doesn’t help, hanging from a hook on the ceiling of the witch’s traveling cart. She has a lot of fancy things to catch the eye, feathers and furs and trinkets and cloth. The cart is an explosion of colors inside and out, wherever they go.

She trades these things, hands them all back and forth amidst friendly conversations, words that he knows in his rapidly-beating heart that he understands and yet struggles to parse or remember. He has tried to speak to her curious customers too. His voice comes out in delicate whistles and chirps, a new song every time that never matches what he wants to convey. They smile in fascination at him. Tell him he is so pretty, yes he is, and what a fine little helper he is to his witch.

Indeed, his songs draw attention, though not the kind he sometimes wishes. No one looks at him and sees someone in need of help. They see a pretty little bird, perched in a pretty little cage, singing a pretty little song. It brings customers close enough for the witch to strike up a conversation with them, really; that’s why she hangs his cage by the window when she goes into town to open up her cart. A witch with an endearing little songbird promises interesting wares, if nothing else.

One or two have tried to buy him before. They hold out very shiny things, and lots of them, while pointing at his cage where it hangs by the cart’s window. His witch never accepts these offers.

He’s mine, she always says, and for some reason those words don’t give him the same trouble the others do. He’s mine, forever and always.

Certainly, he is cared for, as well as one might expect someone to care for a small bird. His feathers, the palest yellow, always have a healthy shine to them. He has several perches in his gilded cage, ones that feel nice on his feet when he grips them. The witch gives him berries and greens and, occasionally, seeds. He isn’t sure why, but these things always delight him, filling him with excitement when offered.

He hasn’t always been this way. He doesn’t know when it happened. He hasn’t always had wings; once upon a time he had hands, just like the humans he sees in great numbers most days. He had long legs, he had front facing eyes. He … he’d been a human before. Trying to remember it only gives him a kaleidoscope of confusing memories.

~~~

He brings a book of blank paper to the woods. His fingers smudge with charcoal. The image of the forest is suddenly repeated on the paper.

She smiles at him. Where did she come from? She smiles so wide, her eyes big and delighted.

He’s dwindling. The world grows larger. He looks to her for help but that smile remains.

He’s small and confused. The grass stands over him. He stumbles, something is wrong with his legs. His heart beats so rapidly it’s all he can feel, the fluttering in his chest. He again tries to ask for help. Only whistles come out.

He runs. He stumbles. He shoots out his hands to catch himself‒he doesn’t have hands. In their place, wings.

Wings! I’m a… the thought falls away from him like rain off a window. He doesn’t understand. The world looks so different.

She’s coming closer. She’s still smiling. Where did she come from?

You’re mine, she tells him as she stoops over him. Mine forever and always. She reaches for him. Her hand is bigger than his body now.

He has wings. He can fly away. Adrian spreads those wings, entirely new to him, and flutters into the air. It feels wrong. He can’t move them the right way. He has tail feathers now, too. They don’t cooperate. He doesn’t get very far. A hand closes around him.

~~~

Adrian doesn’t really have other memories beyond those. He can’t make much sense of them, either. They always feel present, yet distant, something he could hold onto without fully knowing why.

He sings when she asks. Even when he doesn’t feel like singing, it warbles out of him, a little tune from the golden bird in the golden cage. She’s a proud witch; she’s happy with him. When she closes up the cart for the night, she murmurs nice words at him.

Sometimes she even opens up the cage and lets him hop onto her offered finger. She whistles with him, strokes the crest feathers atop his head with a fingertip. It feels nice, especially when he’s molting (he molts from time to time now, and it’s agonizingly itchy). She loves him. She tells him so, and he understands. Then she closes him in the cage again with that same delighted smile he remembers. It’s hard to be afraid of that smile anymore. The memory is so old, though he’s unsure exactly how old. Surely he doesn’t have it completely right.

He’s only a bird, after all. He can’t be expected to remember things perfectly.

He’s hers. Hers forever and always.

[depressedhatakekakashi]

All of your parent headcanons are so cute, I'm loving this ♥️ have you done one for the first day of school? I think that would be cute

Thank you! I don’t know why i got into this today but i’m loving it :) i do have a few more on the way but first of all

Naruto Characters as Parents- First Day of School

Hatake Kakashi

The most calm about it.

Knows what to get and gets it all last minute.

His kid has the bag with Pakkun stuff all over it because that’s what they wanted and if Kakashi had to sew it himself he did.

Drops his kid off at school and disappears before they even reach the door.

That’s ok though because throughout the day he’s sitting in a tree outside their class watching over them while reading his favorite book.

Might tease Yamato throughout the day, because he can.

Picks them up at the end of the day and takes them home where he makes dinner and smiles to himself as they gush about their day to him.

May or may not have already snuck in a few cute hound stickers and patches for clothes or backpacks because he saw other kids gushing over his bag.

Maito Gai

Buzzing with excitement.

Convinced his kid is going to make all of the friends and be the coolest kid in class.

Has made a competition out of this with Kakashi and is determined to win, much to his kids embarassment.

Drops them off outside and calls out ‘i love you! Have a good day?’ As they walk into the school.

#1 embarrassing dad but his kid adores him anyways.

Goes home and makes a whole bunch of food for dinner, including his kids favorite foods.

Picks up his kid and goes for a run around the village while they tell him about their day and go back home for dinner after.

Yamato

The least prepared.

Dude never went to the acadamy himself, he has no idea what is supposed to happen. What’s expected of his kid? He needs ANSWERS.

Tagged along with Iruka whenever he went to get school supplies so he could see just what he needed and get it at the same time.

Drops his kid off at the front of the school and stands their watching them until they disappear past the front doors.

Immidiatly goes home and paces the floor wondering how his kids day is going. Worrying that they might need him and he’s not there.

Ends up finding a nice tree outside their class to hide in and watch, and is pleasantly surprised when he see’s them making friends. Definitely does not cry thinking about how lonely he was growing up and how much better of a life he’s able to provide for his child.

Picks them up after school and takes them out for sushi where they talk all about that first day of school.

His kid definitely asks if he missed them and Yamato smiles and says ‘of course i did’

Umino Iruka

The most organized. This is partially because he is a teacher and knows exactly what they need in order to be ready, but also he starts getting everything ready five months before anyone else.

Walks them to their classroom and chats with the teacher.

Is right there so is able to check up on them throughout the day, but makes sure not to call out to them because he wants them to have a good day and make friends without their dad hovering over them.

Definitly picks them up from their class room at the end of the day. Does he have work to do? Yes, but his kid is more important.

Spends hours listening to them gush about their first day and tell him all about their new friends while the two of them enjoy a rare treat of Ichiataku Ramen.

[hollandorks]

saved

matt murdock x original female character

chapter thirteen

Summary: Fleeing from an abusive relationship, Grace St. James goes to the only place she still has a friend: Hell’s Kitchen. She’s forced to live in her car and beg for a job from the law firm Nelson, Murdock, and Page all the while making sure her past doesn’t catch up to her. Enter Matt Murdock: cocky, handsome, and willing to let her live with him for free until she can afford to get a place of her own. Grace is drawn to Matt in a way she’s never been drawn to anyone, causing sparks to fly as they inevitably grow closer and closer.

a/n: I don’t really have a comment for this chapter except it’s the one the infamous teaser is from and...

***This chapter is NSFW. 18+ *** 

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“I’ll take care of you, don’t worry,” Matt said, bumping his shoulder into hers.

She liked the sound of that.

Josie’s Bar was not what Grace had expected. 

When Foggy said it was their favorite bar, she’d expected something…well, more. 

But Josie’s was a dingy, dim, and overall dirty place full of people who looked like criminals. She’d already heard the spiel from Foggy–most patrons were people their firm had helped, although some actually were criminals, but Josie ran a tight ship and there weren’t ever any bar fights. 

The place had been chosen not because of the ambiance, however. No, apparently it was tradition after winning a big case.

But Josie’s was also where they met to commiserate their losses, too, apparently. They must just really love Josie’s, Grace thought. She’d tried to pry Matt for details on how they’d discovered Josie’s and why they loved it so much, but he had simply shrugged and said it was cheap alcohol and had a good atmosphere. Then they’d parted ways and she hadn’t seen him since. 

Marci looked around the bar with an expression close to what Grace was feeling. 

“First time here?” she asked the woman curiously. 

Marci snorted. “No, unfortunately. I somehow keep getting dragged to these things.” 

“Aw, you know you love it!” Foggy said with boisterous excitement. “I know you like slumming it, otherwise why would you be engaged to me?” 

Marci rolled her eyes affectionately, while Karen chimed in with, “No, no, he’s got a point.” 

“Hey!” Foggy said indignantly, but then he laughed. 

“Where’s Matt?” Grace asked as Foggy came back with their first round. He’d included a drink for his absent partner. She hoped she didn’t seem too eager, that it had been a normal amount of time before she’d asked what had been on her mind since Matt had left her at the apartment. 

“Shouldn’t you know?” Foggy asked with a raised eyebrow. “You are living together.” 

“I actually see more of Matt at the office than I do at his apartment,” Grace said with a snort. When she looked up again, there he was, hands wrapped around his cane, suit jacket missing, shirt sleeves rolled up to the elbow. The neon lights from the signs in the window threw his face into sharp relief, painting him in a wash of red. 

She couldn’t help it. Her breath stuttered. 

“Speak of the devil,” she said with a nod in his direction. 

Foggy and Karen immediately dissolved into a fit of giggles, despite only being on their first drinks of the night. 

“Uh…am I missing something?” Grace asked, meeting Marci’s gaze. 

The blonde shrugged. “Beats me.” 

“Hey, sorry I’m late,” Matt said a little breathlessly as he sidled up beside them. Foggy and Karen immediately shared a glance and shifted so that Matt had to take the seat next to Grace. 

“How’d you know what table we were at?” Grace asked with raised eyebrows. 

“Hard to miss Foggy’s laugh.” Matt gave her a lopsided grin that made her breath hitch again. She wasn’t drunk enough for this, she thought as she desperately downed her drink in one go. She’d been trying and failing to squash her blossoming crush on Matt, which wasn’t helped at all by seeing him every day and now knowing how good he looked in the courtroom. 

“Maybe they’ll tell you what they were laughing at,” Grace said. She raised an eyebrow at the other two thirds of the firm. 

“I doubt it. They laugh at me constantly.” Matt’s smirk grew more pronounced. 

“Here’s your drink,” she said softly as Foggy and Karen began protesting heavily that he made it sound like they abused him. 

“I don’t know,” Grace said. “I’ve definitely heard you both making fun of Matt. On multiple occasions.”

Foggy brandished his drink at her and pointed. “Et tu, Brute?” 

“You can’t be making fun of a blind guy, is all I’m saying! Even if he is annoying, like Matt.” She bumped the man in question with her shoulder.

“What?” Matt said, but he was laughing too. “I’m annoying?” He finished his drink quickly, too. She watched the bob of his throat as he swallowed the rest and the way his tongue darted out to catch a drop on his lips. She tried to ignore how warm his body was next to her. She tried to ignore the way the veins in his forearms and on the backs of his hands were slightly raised. She tried to ignore the subtle, masculine scent of him, like sweat and soap and something that she could really only describe as male. 

She failed to ignore any of it. 

“You’re right, he’s pretty annoying. With that pretty boy charm and the whole helpless blind man thing,” Foggy said with a laugh. 

Josie appeared at their table with another round. She was a tough looking woman, wearing a denim vest with various patches on it, her entire posture screaming no nonsense.

Foggy slung an arm over her shoulders. “Aw, Josie! You do love us!” 

Josie grumbled. “Just a slow night is all.” But her lips tilted up ever so slightly, and she winked at Grace before disappearing back behind the bar. 

“If I didn’t already have the hottest girl in the city engaged to me, I’d probably propose to Josie for that,” Foggy sighed. Marci rolled her eyes again even as she smiled. “Damn, Grace, she must like you.” 

“I like to think I add a certain…gravitas to this whole party. Marci and I are the sane ones, it seems.” Grace grinned as she said it. She couldn’t help it, she bumped Matt’s shoulder again. 

“Hey!” It was Karen who protested this time. “I’m at least more sane than these two boneheads.” 

“No, that’s fair,” Matt said around a soft, throaty laugh that sent shivers up Grace’s spine. “She has a point.” 

Foggy muttered something about avocados that made Matt laugh, then whispered something to Karen that had her saying, “Fine, fine, I get it, I’m just like you two.” 

“Listen, we aren’t here to rag on each other,” Foggy said impatiently. He held his glass high like he was about to make a toast. “Tonight is a celebration. Let’s raise a toast to the first of many, many successes of Nelson, Murdock, and Page!” 

“Hear, hear!” everyone said at once, glasses clinking sloppily over the middle of the table. Grace mused that they probably should have started the first round with that toast, but she’d already learned pretty quickly that all three of the people she worked with were a bit…scattered. But in a good way. 

Grace reached towards Matt and gently tapped her glass against his. He’d held it up but let everyone come to him. 

“You know,” Marci said after they all took a drink. “You guys would really be making a killing at Landman and Zack if you’d stayed. Or if you came and worked with me. I’m impressed you’re doing this on your own.” 

Foggy and Matt both groaned.

“Not this again,” Foggy said. He kissed his fiance’s cheek. “Not only do we all want to keep our souls, but I’m also pretty sure Francesca wouldn’t hire Matt.” 

Matt leaned back in his seat and groaned loudly. “Foggy, no.” 

“Francesca?” Karen and Grace said at the same time, exchanging a look. 

Surprisingly, it was Marci who spoke. “Oh yeah. Francesca was a paralegal whose heart Matt broke when they were interns, and now she’s on the panel for choosing new hires. Pretty sure the name Matthew Murdock has been black-listed.” 

“Matthew,” Grace gasped in mock outrage. “I thought you were a good Catholic boy!” 

Matt looked vaguely uncomfortable at the comment. “Now, I never said–” 

Foggy started talking over him. “Oh, he hasn’t bragged to you about his prowess with the ladies yet?” 

“Yeah, even I’ve heard about that,” Marci said. She tapped the rim of her glass thoughtfully. “Lots of women. And don’t even get me started on the stories Foggy Bear told me about their college days.”

“Foggy,” Matt groaned. “Those are supposed to stay private.”  

“Matt and I went on a few dates, too,” Karen added. There was a muffled thump. “Ow! Uh–it never went anywhere though, so I’m not sure about all this talk of, uh, prowess.” She coughed delicately. 

“Guys–” Matt started, but Foggy interrupted yet again. 

“You seriously haven’t heard him brag yet? I mean, that’s like half his personality. He’s a ladies man. They love the whole blind lawyer with Catholic guilt thing.” He wiggled his eyebrows. 

Matt choked on his drink. Karen smacked him on the back as he coughed. Her pale cheeks were flushed and she winked at Grace. 

“What!” Foggy said, throwing his hands in the air. “I’m just telling the truth here! Okay, it’s not half his personality, but it’s a part of it for sure!” 

Marci nodded along, her eyes too bright from the drinks. Karen was giggling into her cup. “No, it’s true,” Marci said. “Back in your intern days, I heard a lot of uh…happy stories on Monday mornings.” She grinned devilishly while Karen and Foggy dissolved into another fit of giggles. “And then when I started at Landman and Zack those stories stuck around, which is impressive.” 

Matt put his head down on the table and covered it with his arms. 

Grace nudged him, a laugh stuck in her throat despite the fact that she was blushing madly. “Oh come on, Murdock. No shame in being a whore.” 

The table erupted into loud, whooping laughter. 

“I’ve changed!” Matt swore as he lifted his head again. “Landman and Zack was pretty much the end of those days. I mean…I still know how to please a woman, I’m just too busy these days.” 

He shot Grace a wink and a smirk that made her heart do a flip in her chest. She shifted in her seat. She tried and failed yet again not to notice all the little details about him. She loved seeing him in the wash of red light, without his tinted glasses on, his eyes bright. 

“Ah, okay, okay, I don’t need to hear anymore!” Foggy said as he covered his ears and closed his eyes like a child. 

The talk around the table turned to other, non-sex related things as the drinks kept coming, but Grace’s mind stayed put. She surreptitiously studied Matt out of the corner of her eyes as the world began to grow delightfully dizzy all around her. She imagined what, exactly, he meant when he said he could please a woman. She saw his long, calloused fingers, his lips the perfect shape for a lover. And god, his muscles. She imagined what might be beneath that rumpled dress shirt. She’d seen snatches of it living with him of course. The stretch of a tshirt across his chest and over his biceps. A couple of nights before, he’d worn a shirt that must have been old, because it was much too tight for him and revealed each and every line of his abs. She’d nearly fainted at the sight, and he’d been clothed. And then there was the time she’d seen his naked, scarred back, full of all kinds of muscles she wanted to press her lips to. 

She swallowed, mouth suddenly dry as she imagined undoing the buttons of his shirt one by one. She shifted in her seat, then abruptly stood. 

“I need some water,” she said as an excuse. She swayed and leaned on the table for support. How many rounds had they had? Three? Four? Too many. 

Everyone reacted as if a gun had gone off. All four of them lurched towards her, shouting various cries of dismay. 

Grace held her hands up in surrender, eyes wide in surprise. 

“Josie’s water is, uh…” Karen said, trying to put it diplomatically. 

“Toxic,” Matt said. 

“Poisoned,” Foggy added.

“Probably breaking all kinds of health codes,” Marci said. 

Foggy nodded. “Oh yeah, it’ll kill you for sure,” Foggy said. “Or make you grow an extra head.” 

“So…what do you do if you get thirsty?” Grace asked as she crossed her arms. She tried not to notice how Matt’s head tilted just slightly as she spoke, like he was trying to hear her better. 

Foggy laughed. “We drink!” And he held up his glass and drained it. 

Grace couldn’t help but laugh, her arms loosening. She really did enjoy being around them–all of them, even the more reserved Marci. 

“I’m going out for some fresh air then, since I can’t have water,” she finally said. Foggy had already turned back to Marci and was whispering something to her as the two shared a look. Marci laughed softly and tugged on Foggy’s tie, both of them flushing pink. 

Karen cleared her throat and looked away. 

“I think I’ll join you,” Matt said. “If you’ll help me from getting tripped up by the crowd.” He proffered his arm. 

Grace took it. God, he was muscular. She hated how much she noticed and how much she really, really wanted to give his bicep a squeeze. She deftly guided him through the crowd–which wasn’t really a crowd, considering it was the middle of the week. 

The cool night air was a balm to her heated face as they finally stepped outside. 

Matt took in a deep breath and leaned carefully back against the bricks. He wrapped his hands around the top of the cane. She stared openly at those hands, at the veins along the back. 

“I think I’m drunk,” he said. He blew out a breath, lips still half-curled in a smile. 

Grace laughed. She leaned next to him, their arms almost touching but not quite. “I think I am, too.” 

“Want to head home?” Matt asked after a moment of silence stretched between them. Her body thrummed at the word home coming from his lips. 

“Sounds good to me. I really am thirsty, and I don’t want any extra heads or eyes or anything.” She was rewarded with Matt’s rich laugh. Goosebumps danced across her skin, though she told herself it was from the cold. 

“I’ll text Foggy,” Matt said as he straightened. He fumbled in a pocket for his phone. 

“Mm, might want to text Karen. Foggy and Marci looked a little…busy.” 

Matt made a face. “Gross. Okay. Good call.” 

Grace watched as Matt’s fingers deftly touched his phone screen and he used his voice to dictate a text to Karen saying they were leaving. 

When he put the phone back in his pocket, Grace cleared her throat. “Do you need me to…um…lead you?” She still wasn’t entirely sure what the protocol was for blind people. For Matt. If she was supposed to keep offering help or wait for him to ask or what. 

“Nah. I know my way home pretty well from Josie’s by now, even drunk.” He chuckled. “Especially drunk. But if you want to feel my muscles some more…” 

Grace flushed. “I–I wasn’t–You dick. Drunk Matt sure is cocky.” 

Matt laughed again, tilting his head back a little as he did so, exposing the long column of his throat. She wanted to kiss him there, see what he tasted like. She shoved the thoughts to the side. 

“You’re lucky I don’t just leave you here. Maybe some other woman will sense your supposed prowess and walk you home.” But she took him by the arm and tugged him along as he continued to laugh softly. “That’s how you do it, isn’t it? Play sad little blind boy?” 

He groaned as soon as she mentioned the word “prowess.” “Foggy’s just–Foggy. He makes it sound worse than it is.” 

“Oh so you don’t have a thing for beautiful women?” she teased. “Because Marci and Karen backed him up on that.” 

“Alright, alright. You caught me. I’m here with you after all, aren’t I?” He bumped his shoulder against hers as they walked, and they both stumbled drunkenly. 

The blush still hadn’t left her skin. At this point, it was in her bones. “Are you flirting with me, Matt Murdock? Also–how would you know if I’m beautiful or not?” 

“Foggy says I have a sixth sense about these things,” Matt said. “But really I just listen to how he reacts to women. He’s pretty quick to tell me if they’re beautiful or not.” 

She scoffed. “I guess I can’t argue with that method. I mean, Marci is–she’s like lawyer Barbie, but prettier. And more scary.” 

Matt laughed again. She loved this version of him–easygoing, teasing, carefree. She’d seen the serious side of Matt Murdock so often lately, especially in preparation for the big case they’d just won. But this Matt…this Matt was practically irresistible. Which was doing absolutely nothing for her burgeoning crush. 

“What can I say? Foggy’s charming. That’s why he’s such a good lawyer.” 

“You’re pretty charming too,” she said without thinking. 

“Ah, Foggy’s a different kind of charming,” Matt said easily. He waved his free hand. 

“You’re right. He’s more like…a cute golden retriever who just wants to make you happy.” 

Matt had to stop, he laughed so hard. “That is…exactly it,” he said breathlessly. “Don’t tell him you said that though, it’d crush him.” 

“He shouldn’t feel crushed. I mean, again–lawyer Barbie is going to marry him. And she looked like she was ready to tear his clothes off back at Josie’s. He’s doing fine.” 

Matt mimed a gag, making her laugh this time. 

They started walking again. She wasn’t familiar enough with the area yet to actually know if Matt was taking them in the right direction. But the air was pleasantly cold, Matt’s arm was warm, and she was just on the right side of drunk. 

“So what kind of charming am I?” Matt asked after a minute. Up ahead, his apartment building came into view. She squinted at it, sure it had appeared between one blink and the next. Maybe she was more drunk than she’d thought. 

“Huh?” she asked, having been preoccupied by the magically appearing building. 

“You agreed with me that Foggy’s a different kind of charming than I am. So what kind of charming am I?” He gently tugged her towards the building, somehow knowing exactly where they were. He hadn’t been kidding about knowing his way home from Josie’s, even drunk. 

“Hmm. Well…you’re more of the sexy kind of charming. Innocent at first, but secretly a–a panty dropper.” She stopped as soon as the words were out. A different sort of heat flared through her. Embarrassment. “Oh God–I don’t–I didn’t mean to say that out loud. I’m drunk.” 

Matt was laughing at her. He pulled her along and into the building, still laughing. She didn’t think she’d ever heard him laugh so much. 

“A panty dropper?” he asked as they stepped into the elevator. “Oh definitely don’t tell Foggy that. It’ll only reinforce his views of me.” 

“Well, from the way he and Marci were whispering sweet nothings to each other before we left, Foggy’s a panty dropper too.” She shrugged, then remembered he couldn’t see it and winced. 

Matt groaned and pressed a hand to his eyes. “I don’t think I ever want to hear the words ‘Foggy’ and ‘panty dropper’ in the same sentence again.” 

This time Grace was the one who laughed. “It’s true!” she insisted as the elevator doors slid open. She stumbled slightly over the lip of the elevator car and bumped into Matt. “I’m telling you, women who look like Marci only get men who can take care of them. And I don’t mean financially.” 

“Oh God,” Matt said, but he laughed again. His cheeks and the tips of his ears were pink. He fumbled for his keys and dropped them with a muttered curse. 

“I’ve got it,” she said, then half-fell into him as the world around them tipped and she lost her balance. Matt deftly caught her, despite being both blind and drunk. She was suddenly very aware of the heat of his hands against the small of her back. She looked up at him, at his perfect lover’s lips. 

“Woah,” he said. His eyes darted around then settled somewhere near her neck. “We’re drunk.” 

They erupted into laughter as, between them, it took five more minutes to get the key in the door and the door unlocked. 

Grace immediately headed for the kitchen for some water. She was thirsty, sure, but she also knew that the more water she drank tonight the better she’d feel in the morning. 

She immediately chugged a glass, filled it again, then after a second realized Matt probably needed some too. 

“Here,” she said after she filled a second glass. She turned and promptly ran straight into Matt, who had appeared right behind her. Somehow the water didn’t spill all over one or both of them. Matt’s hand gripped her wrist loosely. “Oh,” she said a bit stupidly. They were so close that their chests brushed slightly with every breath. She found herself tracing the line of his lips again with her eyes. 

Damn him and those lips, she thought. 

“Thanks,” Matt murmured. He took the water from her and took a careful step back. She could feel the imprint of his hand on her wrist like a brand. 

“I’m–going to brush my teeth. So my mouth doesn’t taste like a dumpster in the morning.” She caught the edge of his smile as she turned to go to the bathroom. 

She changed quickly into a cute pajama set–which, she realized, shouldn’t matter since Matt was blind and also not her boyfriend–and grabbed her toothbrush. There was a light knock at the door. 

She opened it. 

“Are you decent?” Matt asked with a smirk that made her stomach flutter. 

She laughed. “No, I’m naked.” 

Matt paused as he stepped into the room, looking utterly shocked for a second before he quickly schooled his expression. “No you aren’t.” 

“How would you know?” she asked with a raised eyebrow that he couldn’t see. 

Matt shrugged. “I just do. I can hear the material rub against your skin as you move.” 

She frowned and rubbed a hand over the smooth material. 

“Like that,” Matt said, gently nudging her out of the way as he reached with practiced hands for his own toothbrush. She stuck hers under the water and then started brushing. 

“Freaky,” she said around the toothbrush in her mouth after a minute. “Do you know what I’m wearing is made out of?” 

Matt’s free hand reached out. His fingers traced down her arm and found her waist. Her heart stuttered in her chest at the contact, even though she’d asked. He pinched the material in his fingers and rubbed the fabric. 

“Silk,” he said softly, voice muffled by the toothbrush in his mouth. He turned and spit into the sink and rinsed. “Expensive tastes.” 

Grace’s whole body felt flushed, and not from embarrassment. “And here I thought cocky Matt was gone,” she teased as she rinsed her own toothbrush off and put it to the side on the counter, out of the way of any of Matt’s stuff. “But yes, it was expensive. It was a gift.” 

Matt turned to face her and leaned casually against the counter. “Ah, I see. Ex lover?” 

Grace’s face fell as she remembered exactly who had given her the pajamas. “Something like that,” she muttered darkly. “No one who matters now.” An understatement, but she didn’t want those of that asshole to mar the fun night she was having. “I bet you have gifts from lots of exes.” 

“Oh yeah, I have a silk pajama set just like yours. What color is yours? Mine’s pink.” 

A surprised laugh burst out of her. “How’d you know mine are pink?” 

“Wild guess. Don’t all girls wear pink all the time?” Matt was standing close to her. Too close. Her gaze dipped down to where the first few buttons of his shirt were undone. She didn’t realize that sometime since they’d left Josie’s he’d lost his tie. She had an overwhelming urge to lick the exposed skin. 

“Says the guy in a pink shirt,” she said, hoping he didn’t notice the sheer want in her voice.

Matt opened his mouth, then closed it again. “Oh my god. Is it really?” 

She laughed so hard she had to lean on him so she wouldn’t collapse. 

“Is my shirt pink, Grace?” Matt said around a laugh. His hands came to rest on her waist. “Did Foggy prank me and give me a pink shirt and not tell me? Tell me!” His fingers tightened on her waist and she let out a small shriek at the tickle. 

“No, no! It’s not pink, it’s white, I swear.” But she couldn’t stop laughing. “Now I know what I want to do to you, though.” 

Matt sighed. “You and Foggy are two of a kind,” he said. 

“I’m going to get so many fun stories about you out of him,” she said. “I bet he has tons. Marci made me curious about these crazy college stories.” 

Matt shook his head vehemently. “Foggy’s already been spilling too many secrets about me.” 

“What, when he was talking about your sexual prowess?” She snorted. “Don’t worry, I didn’t believe it for a second.” 

Matt frowned. His fingers tightened again and the touch burned through her. “What do you mean you didn’t believe it? Also, ouch. Talk about a blow to the ego.” His lips curved upwards. 

“Someone has to do it.” 

“What do you think I keep Foggy around for?” Matt said with a scoff. 

“Well, whatever he’s doing isn’t working. Your ego is huge.” She shrugged, hoping he could feel the motion because he was still holding her loosely at her waist. She tried in vain to force her focus anywhere but the heat of him, anywhere but his lips, only inches from her own. “No one’s that good of a lover.” 

There was an unreadable expression on his face. “Sounds like you’ve had some bad lovers, then.” His voice was low, dangerous. 

Grace later blamed the next words out of her mouth on the alcohol, though Matt being so close to her was a whole extra level of intoxication. She swallowed as she unconsciously looked at his lips again. 

“I bet you fifty bucks you aren’t as good a lover as you think,” she said in a husky voice that was almost unrecognizable to her own ears. Even at the thought, she clenched her thighs together. She knew he wouldn’t give in to the taunt, but just the thought of it had her blood turning molten in her veins. 

“Fifty bucks, huh?” Matt said. His fingers tightened again at her hips. Her eyes watched his lips as he spoke. “And how, exactly, do I prove I’m a good lover?” His voice had lowered again. The sound of it shivered across her skin, a deep, gravelly sound meant for silk sheets in the middle of the night. 

“No man’s ever given me more than one orgasm at a time.” The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them. 

She wasn’t so sure she wanted to stop them. 

“Ever?” he repeated. His hands flexed. She ached for him to grab her and pull her closer. The barest of touches at her waist were making her ache with want.  

She shrugged. “Nope. Never. I bet you can’t either. I’m difficult to please.” Heat blazed up her neck and settled into her cheeks. She wasn’t sure why she had admitted that to him or why she wasn’t particularly embarrassed. 

Matt very slowly lowered his head so he could murmur in her ear. Her pulse skyrocketed as his breath brushed the shell of her ear when he said, “Then how about three?” 

She sucked in a sharp breath at what he was saying. “Then you would owe me fifty bucks,” she said, the words barely a whisper. 

“Deal,” Matt said, the word half a growl, and then his lips crashed against hers. 

Fire roared through her at the taste of him. She let out an embarrassing moan as he yanked her closer, until their bodies were flush against each other. 

One of his hands reached up to trace her jaw. She shivered at the feeling of his callouses against her skin. His other hand slid down her waist and over her ass. He gripped it tightly with a small groan she felt in her bones. She could feel his arousal pressing into her stomach. One of her hands found his neck and the other fisted in his shirt. 

More. She wanted more. That was the only thought she had as his lips trailed across his jaw and down her neck. He kissed over her pulse which only made her heart beat even faster. The hand that was on her neck brushed down over her collarbone, over the top of her breast, and down to her hip. His fingers found the bare skin underneath her tank top. Everywhere he touched was taken over by a delicious heat. Her body burned for more. 

One of her hands slipped into the opening at the top of his shirt. His skin was hot where she touched. He kissed her neck again so she kissed his, relishing the salt on his skin. 

More, her whole body begged. More. 

With a soft grunt, both of Matt’s hands grabbed her ass and lifted her easily onto the bathroom counter. Something clattered and fell into the sink but neither of them paused. 

“Jesus,” she breathed as he lightly nipped a sensitive spot on her neck that made her toes curl. She hooked her legs around his hips and held him close. She couldn’t think beyond his touch, beyond the feeling of his lips, the feeling of his arousal pressing against her center right where she wanted him. 

“My name’s Matt,” he teased, the words taking shape on her throat. 

She ignored the comment as she ran her hands over his biceps, down his forearms, and over his muscled back. “Do you work out a lot or something?” 

Matt chuckled. “Mm, maybe I’m not so great if you’re asking questions right now.” 

He captured her lips again and every thought eddied from her mind like water down a drain. 

She finally managed to pull away and say with a gasp, “I’m still not convinced. You’re definitely going to–” Matt resumed his ministrations with his lips on her neck, the space just behind her ear, her collarbone. She bit back a moan, unwilling to give in no matter how much she was enjoying herself already. “–owe me fifty bucks.” 

In response, Matt gripped her ass again and picked her up like she weighed next to nothing, still kissing her. He deftly backed out of the bathroom and walked towards his very large, very comfortable bed. His shins bumped against the edge. He bent over at the waist, lowering her onto the bed slowly without dropping her. 

God, he was strong. She didn’t want to admit that even that was unbearably hot of him. 

“I said three, right?” Matt said as he leaned over her. Her chest was already heaving like she’d been running. Matt stood over her, eyes looking almost exactly at her but not quite. Everything within her clenched at his words. The lights from the sign across the street bathed him in a dark purple light. 

“Fifty bucks,” she reminded him. He flashed her a cocky grin and leaned over her until his elbows rested on the bed on either side of her head. She unconsciously held her breath. 

He lightly kissed her one more time. Then his lips moved down her neck once more. This time, he didn’t stop moving lower. He kissed the tops of her breasts then slid one hand underneath the material. She hadn’t put her bra back on. She gasped as those calloused hands brushed over her nipples, and then she was shirtless in barely a blink of an eye. 

One of his hands lightly squeezed one breast while he lowered his mouth to the other. 

Grace had to hold back a gasp at the sensation of his mouth on her. Heat coiled low within her belly as he sucked and nipped, gently at first, then harder. The hand that wasn’t on her breast went to her shorts. He pulled them down but left her underwear on. 

“Lace?” he murmured against her breasts as his fingers traced the line of her underwear. “Trying to impress someone?” She could feel his smirk against her skin. 

“Cocky,” she said, proud at how steady her voice came out. “But you’re blind, remember?” 

Matt chuckled. “Yeah, but I still have an imagination.” 

She gasped this time when his fingers brushed against her through her underwear. He let out a shaky breath when he undoubtedly felt exactly how turned on she already was. Sure enough, he smirked. He kissed her sternum, then just below her navel, then the very top of her underwear. He inhaled a little as he kissed the inside of first one thigh, and the other. 

“You are–” she gasped as he pulled her underwear off, “–such a tease, Matt Murdock.” 

“Why?” he asked, so full of cocky male arrogance that she was admittedly even more turned on. “Did you…want something?” 

“You dick,” she said, but her words cut off with a gasp as one of his fingers lightly traced the wetness at her center. She cursed and arched her back into the touch. Her fingers fisted into the silk sheets. 

He wasted no more time. One of his fingers slipped into her as he went back and lavished more attention on her breasts. The lights shifted from purple to blue, illuminating every movement he made. 

“I don’t need sight to be able to tell that these are amazing,” Matt said, punctuating his words with a kiss. He gave one breast a squeeze with his free hand before it slid up to rest at the base of her neck. 

Grace’s hands unfisted themselves from the sheets so she could work at the buttons of his shirt. Tension coiled tighter and tighter within her as Matt’s thumb brushed against her clit. She managed to get the buttons undone and brushed her hands over every inch of skin she could reach. A simple cross necklace swung free. 

Matt kissed her neck with a groan, his hardness pressing into her thigh as his hands worked at her with a relentless pace. After all the teasing, she was already close to an orgasm, and she didn’t want to give in. But then Matt added another finger and used his other hand to work at her clit. 

“I don’t need sight to know how beautiful you look,” he murmured into her throat. 

She came with his name on her lips, her body shuddering around his fingers. He held her down by the hip with one hand as he touched her all through the orgasm. 

When she finally stilled, he stopped touching her and simply hovered. “That’s one,” he said with that goddamn cocky smile. 

Grace already felt the warmth of that post-orgasm glow spreading through her limbs. Panting a little, she said, “That’s your only one.” She was proud of herself for the retort, even though her brain was already fried with the amount of lust pumping through her veins. Even though she wanted more of him. All of him. 

Matt leaned in and whispered into her ear. “Sweetheart, that was just my hands.” 

She didn’t have to ask what he meant as he knelt before her at the edge of the bed, head tilted just slightly to the side in that way of his that drove her half-mad. He grabbed her under the knees and pulled her so her ass was right on the edge of the bed. The lights shifted again, and everything turned red. 

She couldn’t help the swoop in her stomach as she realized what he was going to do. 

She was in trouble. 

As Matt’s mouth started to work its way up one thigh, she realized she might actually be in trouble of losing their little bet. 

Just before his mouth reached where she wanted him, where she needed him, he stopped. She stopped breathing and wanted to scream. He started slowly kissing his way up the other thigh. She’d never known thighs could be so sensitive. As his mouth worked, his hands explored the softest parts of her, smoothing and squeezing and teasing as they went. He traced her calves, her thighs, her stomach, her hips, back to her breasts. 

This time she couldn’t hold back the noises of pleasure as his mouth finally touched her right where she wanted him. First he kissed her clit, then licked his way down the rest of her. The hottest thing she’d ever seen–and probably would ever see–was Matt Murdock on his knees before her with his beautiful lips glistening as he went down on her, the red light from across the street painting him the color of her desire. 

He sucked gently on her clit again and groaned as he inhaled deeply, like he was inhaling her, like he couldn’t get enough. Her entire body trembled when she saw him shift on his knees. 

The cross against his chest caught the light as he moved, and she vaguely thought of the religious imagery of it. Matt on his knees, painted red as if awash in the glow from stained glass, worshiping her body. 

Then his tongue traced her again and every thought was gone in an instant, replaced only with want. 

One of her hands buried itself into his hair and he moaned against her. Some small part of her brain realized he liked that and she did again without another thought. The vibration from his second moan was another delicious sensation among many. 

She almost begged him to fuck her. Almost. 

Matt’s tongue traced her clit with practiced ease. She writhed in pleasure and cursed as he hit a particularly sensitive spot, sending a jolt of pure bliss up her spine. He braced one forearm across her waist to hold her down while his other hand pulled one of her legs over his shoulder for better access. 

“Fuck,” she said, the word hardly a gasp. She was already seeing stars and she knew she was already close to another orgasm. “Matt–” she said with a small yank on his head to get his angle just right. “Matt–” 

He moaned again and the vibrations of it sent her hurtling towards the edge. Not only was he good at it–he was enjoying it. His eyes were closed and his free hand was–God, he was palming himself through his pants. 

It was the hottest thing she’d ever seen. 

When he stuck his tongue inside her, she gave up the fight. She came again, shuddering more and more as waves upon waves of pleasure washed through her. 

But Matt didn’t let up. All he did was pull back slightly with that goddamn smirk and say, “That’s two,” before his mouth was on her again. 

This time, though, he inserted two fingers and curled them just right. 

She was embarrassed to admit that it took barely two minutes between her second and third orgasms. 

Matt’s fingers and tongue moved more slowly as she rode the impossible wave of pleasure of that third orgasm for at least several minutes. She moaned almost incoherently, cursing and pleading as she came. 

Finally, the blackness in her vision ebbed and the trembling in her limbs eased but didn’t stop. 

Matt sat back on his heels and wiped his mouth with the back of one hand. 

“Fuck,” she said, utterly spent and breathless. “Fuck. Wow.”  

Matt was breathing hard too. She came to her senses enough to actually enjoy the view his now-open shirt provided. And–damn. He was ripped. And…scarred? She almost frowned. 

She reached for him, still somehow unsatiated after three orgasms in a row. 

Because she wanted all of him, not just his mouth and his hands. She remembered in a flash feeling him hard as a rock against her thigh. 

Even though he couldn’t see her, it felt like he was dodging her when he stood abruptly to his feet. 

“Let me–”

“You owe me fifty bucks,” he said, but he didn’t sound happy about it anymore. He turned, his back taut with tension, and went into the bathroom. The door shut with a soft click that might as well have been a slam. It was a clear dismissal, even though she knew he had to be unsatisfied. 

Grace could only sit and stare after him, openmouthed and naked on his bed.

“Fuck,” she said again.

If she hadn’t been in love with Matt Murdock before, she definitely was now.

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