#n considering grailing her

[colorintermediate]

i realized the other day that i dont see a lot of love for kiichi hogen so i just wanted to say

I LOVE HER AND SHE MAKES ME HAPPY

[gojos-fr-bae]

Surprise!

Pairing: Gojo x fem!reader

Genre: angst to fluff

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: Cursing

Gojo Family AU

How is all of the above the same as the last post wth

Satoru gazed at you from across the dinner table as you poked at your meal. Your favorite food which you always asked him to bring for you, the holy grail, and you hadn’t even had a single bite. To say he was bewildered was an understatement. Your husband had watched you inhale kilos of the stuff and now you were looking at it as if it was the most disgusting substance on the planet. And it wasn’t even the first time.

Throughout the entire month, Gojo had noticed small differences in your behavior. You stopped drinking, slept more and have been more irritable.You’ve been leaving the house late in the day and staying out for hours. Worst of all, your behavior towards him also changed, and for the worst. You stopped greeting him at the door whenever he got home. You stopped laughing at his jokes, stopped taking showers with him, and it was starting to worry him.

“Sweets, are you sure you’re ok?”

“Yes, I already told you I’m fine so can you just let it go.”

“If you’re fine then what’s going on with you, you aren’t even eating”

“Because I’m not hungry, what, am I not allowed to have an appetite?”

You stood up from the table and began rushing out of the room but you couldn’t make it out before he grabbed your hand and turned you to face him, worry slowly beginning to morph into anger and frustration.

“Y/N please, stop pushing me out and talk to me.”

“About what?! Talk to you about fucking what!”

“I don’t know? Maybe about you’ve been ignoring me, acting weir-”

You didn’t hear the rest of his tangent as an insistent ringing impaired your hearing.The room began spinning and black spots began to cloud your vision. Your head was pounding as you lost your footing along with consciousness, your husband catching you before you made contact with the ground.

“Hey, hey Y/N! No no no, please wake up” He picked you up and rushed you to the hospital as he panicked, praying to all that is good that you would be ok.

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“Mr. Gojo?” The doctor called Satoru into his office, showed him to the seat across his desk and began to evaluate him on what was going on with you.

“Well other than what we went over with her dieting, there is nothing particularly wrong with her, as a matter of fact, it’s very normal considering her current condition.”

“Wait- what do you mean her current condition?”

“Well…you know” the doctor said, a smile fading at the confused look draped on Gojo’s face.

“Wait, are you really unaware?”

“Unaware of what?!”

“Oh- I’m sorry sir but if your wife hasn’t informed you about the current situation then it is really not my place to disclose that information to yo-”

“What do you mean it's not your place! You’re a doctor and she’s my wife. I have every right to know what’s going on!!” Gojo’s voice was raised as he had finally run out of patience. So there was something going on with you and you were hiding it from him.

“Well sir, it is usually quite a touchy subject for couples and when I asked your wife about it she seemed well aware of the situation so I think that is a conversation you should have with your wife.”

Gojo was nothing if not pissed the rest of the night and wasted no time interrogating you once you crossed the threshold of your bedroom.

“Y/N what the actual fuck is going on!”

“Gosh Satoru jus-”

“Don’t you dare give me that I’m fine you’re overreacting bullshit because you literally painted and the doctor kept going on about your “condition” like what the hell.”

“You really aren’t letting this go?” You asked, fatigue beginning to catch up with you as you sat down on the edge of the bed. Your husband knelt in front of you, taking your hand in his and looking up into your eyes.

“My love, I don’t think you understand how terrified I was when you were unconscious. I am so worried about you but everytime I try to speak to you, you push me out. I love you and I worry because I love you. Please, please just, talk to me.”

As you looked down at Gojo you noticed how he was shaking ever so slightly. You sighed in worry before a small smile graced your lips.

“Okay, how about this, we go to bed now yeah, and I’ll tell you tomorrow night.”

“Why not right now?” he whispered, looking like a sad puppy.

“Satoru please, I’m really not ready to tell you today but tomorrow, I promise I’ll tell you everything, ok?”

“Fine,” he sighed, before tackling you on the bed, “I’m not letting go though because you genuinely scared the ever living shit out of me” he groaned into your neck, making you laugh. Oh you love your man-child of a husband.

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“WIFEYYYYY!” Gojo called from the doorway after arriving home from a late mission. It was 11pm and he immediately jogged to your shared bedroom, slamming the door open expecting to see his loving wife waiting for him, only to find the room empty with a gift box sitting on the bed. It was a plain white box with a big red bow sitting on top of it. He slowly picked it up and untied the bow, looking around the room and calling out your name one final  time before opening the box.

Satoru felt his heart quite literally stop beating as he gazed into the box. He shakily dipped one hand into it and picked the baby onesie that was neatly folded inside it.

“Well?” he heard your quiet voice ask behind him. He slowly spun on his heel, dropping the bocks but keeping a tight clutch on the onesie.

“Really?” his weak voice cracked as his hands shook and he looked up at you, eyes beginning to cloud with tears.

“Yeah, one month.” You said, feeling your eyes tearing up as well as your husband slowly made his way towards you.

“So I’m really going to be a dad?”

“Uh-huh”

“And you’ll be a mom?”

“No shit sherlock.” you chuckled as your husband wrapped his arms around you, placing his forehead against yours.

“So you’re really, truly, absolutely, positutely pregnant?”

“Yes Satoru, I am 100% pregnant, I promise.”

“Yay” He whispered, giving you the biggest, most toothy smile you have ever seen. He was so, so happy. So, happy.

“Surprise!

“Yay!” he squealed, he was so, SO happy.

tags?:@porridgesblog

The beginning of and era~

© gojos-fr-bae

[xx-psych0-rabbit-xx]

anyways heres some misc info on the jamba cults development from the artbook, note these were google translated through lens n might not be accurate lol

-the original set characteristics for the mages were francisca would be girly, gentle n introverted, flamberge sporty n passionate n zan mature n sincere, these would be reflected in their designs where the shapes of their weapons appeared behind their heads (frans would resemble a bow, berges a ponytail n zans long free hair)

-flamberges dialogue indicated she had less faith than the other 2, so its noted her hair covering her hats symbol in one of her betas (the ponytail one) would fit that, in the final (unclear how long it was. between beta n final for this, but personally i doubt much was altered) dialogue this lack of faith is kept (she only fights you for hurting francisca n later on slacks on the job (from the jp screen, translated in english shes just taking a lil break)) but the hair covering symbolism is lost

-while looking through the sisters many betas, youll likely notice that flamberge sometimes has the leaders hat:her final design page confirms she was considered for the leader, but they decided her personality would shine best if she wasnt

-youll also notice there once was a beta design where zan seems to have been one of those excited super happy characters.this depiction would age soon after.

-zan had an initial short beta name that lens is saying translates as "paruza", later on in her final design page its mentioned her name was actually gonna be even longer, but the UI couldnt show all of it, meaning technically, her full name ended up still an abbreviation

-hyness final character is meant to be a religious version of a mad scientist, essentially

-occasionally lens will translate hes related to buddhism, n sometimes just say magic, its v likely magic is the intended word of the sentence ("but rather a high ranking leader who is skilled in magic" in relation to the scientist thing) but do you see why i dont trust lens that much those r WILDLY different implications

-the cults symbol present in the sisters hats is an eye in the middle of an heart, which mixes both of the cults associated symbols together, this is much more obvious in older designs for the symbol

-the jambastion is designed after a katar, an indian dagger, interestingly, wikipedia notes cerimonial katars have been used in worship, going from the source being a book discussing tamil culture, this is likely from hinduism, this continues the trend the cult has references to multiple religions

-jambandra in the meantime, is designed after the holy grail, a religious treasure from the arthurian legends, its usually associated w christianity, though its debated if the grail trope couldnt instead be celtic or from yet another religious origin, again, the multi religion references

-in the interview section w some of the staff at the end of the artbook, its confirmed by kumazaki himself its meant to be up to interpretation if the mages r adoptive sisters or sisters as in nuns, the only info set in stone is they were taken in as children

-in that same section its also said outside of the drawing of the cultists at the beach, its up in the air whatll happen to them after KSA, this fits it being ambiguous if theyre still together as a cult or not in the mages playable screens

-ALSO in that part of the interview, its explained they had a beta backstory where they were animated weapons given life by hyness, n at the end would go back to being lifeless objects, this made kumazaki feel bad however, so he let them be real girls who live at the end in exchange their backstories r now traumatic

none of the void pages had anything new or that you cant immediately tell from looking at it, sooo nothing from there lol

[nasuversekinkmeme]

Weekly Roundup: Prompts (June 19-June 26)

Fate/Prototype

Considering Misaya Reiroukanseems to have such an affinity for dogs - she seems to be the type to be into petplay. She and Ayaka should have some fun together.

Kara no Kyoukai

shiki imposing the concept of death onto the possibility of being cucked via mikiya framed as her cucking every azaka in every timeline at once

Tsukihime

Turns out the real reason we never saw the Aylesbury Valesti in the Original Tsukihime timeline was because someone built a Tesco's over the ritual point and the giant Dead Apostle Ancestors involved simply couldn't fit inside. Altrouge is not particularly happy with this development, of course.

Melty Blood

Since we have child Sion in FGO now, can we get something with Satsuki and Riesbyfe taking care of her?

Fate/zero

I want to see Iri in yoga pants but with her ass completely missing.

kerry summons his counter-guardian self , grail war speed run ensues. making this a selfcest porn with plot fic is optional

Fate/Stay night

fate stay night but instead of Shirou summoning Saber he summons Castoria. corgi moment.

Saber discovers there are effects to constantly gorging yourself on food, and begins to put on weight. Thankfully Shirou seems to be into BBW and not just UBW

Something with Arthur and Lucius Tiberius

Fem!Shinji from that one gender swap art of Taiga she was in the background of/Fem!Shirou from that same art

Fate/Hollow Ataraxia

Smut, necrophilia Angra has sex with Bazett's dead body

Fate/Extra

BB gets punished for her crimes (hacked to run Doom)

Smut, BB gets a computer virus! It's not designed for her OS, so it definitely doesn't do anything to her. ... clothes? What are clothes? She's never heard of clothes before, and if she had, she definitely wouldn't have ever worn them. They'd get in the way of her life's purpose of having a dick up her ass as often as possible!

Smut, Passionlip serves as the Comfiest Seat! Firm abs, soft pillowy chest to lean against, thick cock buried up inside her Master who's now stuck there and paraded around as Passionlip goes about her day like nothing is wrong...

Fate/Apocrypha

mordred should get to stab the people that misgender him.

FGO

Gudao and Ryougi Shiki go on a date (or what he considers a date) and the entire time Shiki talks about how much she loves Mikiya and how she hopes to see him again

Oberon, Castoria, and Muramasa are all handcuffed to each other for a week. Chaos ensures.

Smut, fergus n medb showing emiya some celtic 'hospitality'. while scathach watch. emiya might not survive the night. (framed as cucking cu)

Smut, Gilgamesh and Enkidu explictly framed as cucking Ishtar and being the original base for the concept of cucking as a whole

fou hunts merlin for sport and looney tunes shenanigans ensue

Smut, Dury gay sex with Karna and Ash. Or Arjuna and Bhima. Take your pick.

Smut, i need li shuwen training-turned-fucking ritsuka like i need oxygen. extra love for emphasis on the teaching element.

Wholesome fluff of Mephistopheles baking brownies with Grandma Europa

Jeanne crosses swords with an Avenger class Gilles, who was the result of an alternate history where he never killed any children but was framed by the church to discredit him due to being too strong of a supporter of the holy woman they executed

it turns out that Fou didn't accompany ritsuka & mash to Lb6 because of a hatred of fairies , instead , he got rayshifted to a singularity & now has to clear said singularity himself. since the grail at core of the singularity is his only ticket home , fou semi-reluctantly steps up as a master . note for the prompt filler : the servants & plot of the singularity are largely your call . and if you want to give fou his own mystic codes , i'd recommend fou's attire in the detective fou-mes CE to be his equivalent to ritsuka's atlas academy MC.

We all know how much of a raging mad-on that Penthesilea, the Berserker of El Dorado, has for Achilles. Which means that when Achilles winds up being summoned to Chaldea, the Master has the unenviable task of keeping Chaldea from being torn apart when Penth inevitably learns about her archenemy's arrival.

well parvati's screwed once Kali & durga are summoned.

gudako is trapped in a singularity/lostbelt/situation which can only be escaped by relaxing and taking at least one goddamn break

magi mari handshake event for romani's birthday(he does not question how she got into chaldea in spite of the incineration of humanity or where merlin has gone)

the real dobryna is summoned to chaldea. and turns out the reason he's in the pretender class is because he's not actually a kemonomimi servant , dude's faking it b/c he feels out of place in his family. gudako , upon learning this information proceeds to go get this guy therapy , even if she's gotta carry him to the office herself.

Morgan and Castoria discuss whether the two of them having sex with each other counts as Selfcest or Incest with Guda(gender irrelevant), before saying fuck it and going whole hog without a care. Guda can either leave or join, doesn't really matter.

Gudao crawls into Passionlip’s breasts during a high stress situation and just relaxes, Passionlip covers for him until he’s ready to come out

Da Vinci, Solomon, Sheba and Merlin/Magi Mari all in a polycule

Smut, Melusine after getting caught out in the rain has to ask for help from Barghest to get through Chaldea with her now soaked and transparent clothes. Barghest however now has to deal with the ungodly primordial urge to FUCK her with her cock. Up to the writer if she gives in or not but bonus points if Melusine turns out to be into it and makes it harder for Barghest to resist.

guda after years of training in magecraft manages their first spell: penis blast

Either Morgan somehow makes it back to her Throne at the end of part 2 and ends up slaughtering all the traitors who attacked her in her throne room, before promptly saying "Hey sorry" to Guda and Castoria before they all try negotiations again and work something out. OR. The summonable Morgan sees what the fuckers did to her lostbelt self as well as her adopted daughter, and, with Guda, Castoria and the rest of Chaldea as backup, goes to fuckin town on the fuckers. Neither of these would stop what happens next, but it'd be cathartic.

Koyanskaya of Light is summoned to Chaldea by Ritsuka Fujimaru. However, she got summoned WAY too early, and now has to assist her new Master in preventing the incineration of Proper Human History and resolving the Seven Singularities. This would be a lot easier if she didn't have to constantly worry about her lies about being one of the Tamamo Nine being exposed, or accidentally causing a time paradox or creating a Singularity out of this timeline due to acting on her knowledge of the Future. TLDR; Koyanskaya's misadventures being summoned by a newbie Master. For bonus points, because Alaya CLEARLY has it out for her or something, newbie!Ritsuka somehow also manages to summon both Ashiya Douman and Rasputin, so now Koyanskaya has to keep her coworkers from causing all sorts of mischief, which is distressingly often.

Paper Moon!Lev summoned Lan Ling because he was secure enough in his heterosexuality that he would not be effected by the servant's famous beauty. He was wrong.

in honor of melusine and barghest proving the servants do eat the mats you use on them (or at least some of them), servant mukbang serving embers and such. any servant you want and the stuff they need but i would like to see it. hear what they think of this stuff

Beast Guda but they're not a threat to humanity because their servants become their impulse control and push them away from any ideas that screw over humanity. For example, Guda: "With the amount of grails we have on stock I could wish for paradise for humans!" Morgan: "My husband. You forget those grails are for Melusine and Jack." (They're not she's making it up) Later... Guda: "I'm off to make a singularity to test some things out." EMIYA *with a spray bottle*: "oh no you don't! Oh no you don't!"

The otaku Servants are arguing over whose taste in anime is superior, and things are getting violent. Gudao is called to intervene, but he instead makes things worse because one of those HEATHENS had the gall to insult one of his favorite mecha anime. One thing led to another, and now Chaldea has weekly anime marathon nights, much to the bewilderment of the staff. Unbeknownst to everyone else, this was all planned out from the very beginning, and Gudao was in cahoots with the otaku Servants the entire time.

During a mission with Guda, Saber Gilles is ordered to protect some civilians that are under attack. One of the civilians includes a child, who thanks the servant for saving them. This gives him a lot of mixed feelings.

Smut, Koyanskaya and Murian hot sex. Who says that pleasure can’t mix with business? Bonus points the furrier and larger Koyanskaya is in comparison to Murian tiny body.

Summer Kiara learns that's not what people mean by "fuck the police".

FGO, again

Baobhan Sith was already blindsided by Morgan being married to Guda, but she was especially not prepared to suddenly get a stepsibling, let alone Jack the Ripper. Bonus points for her coming around in the end and loving her little sis.

incest, Can I ask for some Morgan/Baobhan Sith? It doesn't have to be healthy or even requited, I just want fucked up fairy incest.

Blackbeard gets shot out of the chen gong cannon and dies to death

The various child servants (Jack, Paul Bunyan, Voyager, etc.) plan and have a tea party picnic! There's implications of some kind of Abject Chaos in the background that goes uncommented on because the kids aren't involved and are too busy planning their picnic to care.

Mash/Morgan reunion fic but the reason Morgan remembers Mash is that no one else eats her pussy the way Mash does.

Smut, I would give anything to have Guda and Kama gentle/tender sex because that feels accurate for them

Smut, Quetzalcoatl dicking Kukulkan down and Kukulkan laying eggs afterwards

via intense training chadbeard our best bro figures out how to erase shitty memebeard lolicon dirtbag from all realities so we never have to deal with him again

Any fandom

the servant install system from prilya was severely underutilized.

In the vein of legendary machines coming back as Servants, the Titanic comes back and sees this shitshow.

[kumeko]

A/N: For the @chaldea-monthly! FGO is really fun for picking apart my fav characters in a new setting and giving them new, different angst. XD And yes, I had to put a little Rin/Emiya because regardless if he’s Emiya or Shirou, they’re my ship. Just different flavours.

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Breakfast

Emiya had thought he’d seen it all: a Holy Grail war as a teenager, countless battles and deaths as an adult, and various wars after he’d breathed his last. Justice never rested and so neither did he, his life and death dedicated to the pursuit of an ideal that had never really existed.

And then the world ended.

And then he got summoned to Chaldea, by an ambitionless master who already had a dozen other servants under her belt. Who had at least six other Archers on the roster, so he had to get used to people calling him by a name he thought he’d long thrown away.

Yet, Emiya could get used to that. The situation was unusual, but his life had been too.

No, the hardest part of his new life here were the ghosts of his past, the facsimiles of people he knew wandering through the halls. Rin, Sakura, his father, Saber; he had not seen any of their faces since childhood, and yet it only took a second and he was a teenager again, grappling with the unknown.

If it were up to him, he would stay in his room until summoned, stay away from all the unwanted feelings of it all.

Unfortunately, life was not fair, especially not his. Chaldea had a food problem—there were too many big eaters and not enough cooks. As much as he’d prefer to turn a blind eye, there were children running through the halls and he couldn’t let them starve over something as petty as an upset heart.

Especially not the kid standing in front of him right now. Lily Artoria bounced excitedly as she stared at the morning menu, her meal tray clasped to her chest as she considered her options. If there was one thing Emiya had learned from his time here, it was that no matter how old Artoria was, no matter what universe she came from, she was always hungry enough to eat a country.

Half of Chaldea’s food shortages were because his new master had the unfortunate luck of summoning not one, not two, but nine different versions of her.

Emiya had not known that even three different versions of anyone could exist, let alone nine. Then again, he’d once fought his younger self, so who was he to talk?

Still, nine was excessive. Emiya looked across the cafeteria, to the overcrowded table laden with food. There were only three of them there right now—the sword-wielding Artoria he was familiar with, a darkly-dressed lancer version of her, and then one that insisted on dressing like a bunny for some godforsaken reason. Even with three, the table looked like it was hosting a feast. Behind him, Emiya could hear Tamamo and his other kitchen help wheezing as they rushed around, trying to fulfill all their orders.

When the rest of them arrived, it would be pure chaos. And that wasn’t even including all the versions of Artoria’s son, who seemed to have inherited her appetite if not her manners.

As though sensing his gaze, the sword-wielding Artoria raised her head, locking eyes with him. Emiya jerked his head away. She was the hardest one to deal with—she looked too similar to the Artoria he’d summoned, to the one he’d fought. Was she either of those? Did she remember?

Was she the one he couldn’t save?

“Emiya?”

Lily Artoria’s voice broke through his thoughts and he looked down to find her looking at him inquisitively. Pinching his thigh, he shoved away those useless thoughts. There was no point in thinking about that now. “What did you want?”

“A dozen sausages, three eggs, two muffins, four slices of toast, strawberry jam, and marmalade,” Lily rattled off, like it was a grocery list, like she was in a five-star restaurant and he was her server. Even at this age, she handled herself like a king. “Are you okay?”

He hadn’t expected the last question. “I’m fine.”

“You sure?” Lily pressed the tray closer to her chest and shifted anxiously from foot to foot. Despite her nervousness, her eyes were clear and determined as she pressed, “You’re always like this when we’re here.”

Had he really been that obvious? “Like what?”

“Pensive. Distant.” Lily frowned. “Do you hate us?”

“No.” The response was automatic, his lips moving before he even considered the question.

“Oh.” She twisted her lips, mulling over the situation. “Then what is it? It has to be something. Can I help?”

She was bright and earnest and almost entirely too eager. While he could find traces of the other Artorias in Lily, in the firmness of her stance, the determination in her expression, the honesty on her lips, Emiya had never been able to find her in her grown-up forms. At some point, this innocence had died.

At some point, Artoria had seen too much, done too much.

If you could stay like this, he almost thought, but that was a fantasy wrapped up in a wish. It was an impossibility. The possible avenues of her future existed in Chaldea, but they all meant the same thing: there was little happiness for her.

And Emiya had never been one to indulge in a fantasy.

“Could you get one of them to help with the dishes when they’re done eating?” he finally said. “We almost have none left for the breakfast rush.”

“Yes!” Lily stood a little straighter and nodded eagerly. “I can do that!”

She spun on her heel, making a beeline to the door when Mordred stepped in. Her son never had a chance—as much as Mordred pretended that she didn’t want anything to do with her father, she was like putty before Lily’s hands.

Especially when Lily had them sit next to each other.

In another time, Mordred would be instrumental in Artoria’s death. In this, they could share breakfast.

A fantasy given flesh.

Lunch

Emiya wasn’t sure what would horrify Rin more about the goddess currently claiming her body: the exposed flesh, the pathetic whine, or the way she often ran away like a c-grade villain. Actually, he did know, and it was the way Ishtar screwed up everything she ever attempted. If there was one thing Rin hated above all else, it was mediocrity.

Maybe that was the reason Rin was currently asleep inside while Ishtar took full command of her body: embarrassment.

Even right now, when Ishtar was merely sighing heavily as she studied the menu, Emiya was certain that the failure of a goddess had an idiotic plan and an even more idiotic method to carry it out. It was only lunch. That only made it more likely.

“I’ll take the special,” Ereshkigal softly ordered, her hands clasped in front of her.

Emiya tore his eyes away from Ishtar and nodded. “It’ll be right out.”

The goddess in front of him beamed. She was the inverted image of Ishtar, in more than just looks. There was a quiet dignity to Ereshkigal, one that was utterly lacking in Ishtar. She gave off the feeling Emiya had expected when meeting a goddess.

Then again, perhaps the thing Rin would boast about the most was that multiple goddesses were using her as a host. As expected of someone like me, she’d crow.

Ishtar sighed again.

Ereshkigal rolled her eyes. “She just wants attention.”

“I can tell,” he replied flatly. “I’ve been trying to ignore her.”

“You can try, but she makes it impossible.” Ereshkigal ran a hand through her hair, the action so familiar his breath hitched. “She’s always been a brat, even more so now.” Her finger tapped her chest and her expression softened. “An extra influence.”

“I’m not surprised.” He knew without looking his own expression had softened and Emiya turned away before she could notice. Ishtar peeked at him again, watching him from the corner of her eyes as she fiddled with her thumbs. When she sighed again, pointedly, he grunted.

He might as well give in. She’d hold up the line otherwise. “You going to order?”

“Yeah…” Ishtar sauntered up to the counter like she was walking the catwalk, hips swaying, hair flowing. She smiled prettily, batting her eyes and parting her lips and he knew exactly what she was after before she even spoke. “Say, do you—”

“No.” It was firm, it was immediate, and it was blunt.

“Hey!” Ishtar scowled, stomping her foot. “I didn’t even ask yet!”

He shrugged. “Either way, no. You want food or not?”

“Everyone knows it’s trouble with you,” Ereshkigal pointed out unhelpfully. It was like tossing gasoline to a flame. Maybe he should make a rule that they couldn’t eat together.

“Shut it, you!” Ishtar turned her glare to Ereshkigal. “And it isn’t trouble this time.” She looked back at him. “Come on, you have to hear me out!”

Her persistence was similar to Rin’s, if more pathetic. Emiya crossed his arms. “It’s going to be something stupid and dangerous. No.”

“What if it wasn’t stupid?” Ishtar smiled winningly, as though that solved the issue.

“So it’s dangerous?” Emiya snorted. He could count the ruined summers that came from Ishtar’s petty drive for vengeance and greed. At the very least, she hadn’t harmed herself yet. He eyed her and muttered, “Try to be careful. You can’t hurt your host, right?”

Immediately, he knew he’d said the wrong thing. Ishtar smiled slyly. “Worried about me?”

He glowered. “Not at all.”

She rested her hand on her hips. “Hmph. You should just lie.” Her voice gentled as she pressed a hand to her chest. “Then, worried about the one inside?” Ishtar regarded him softly, for once looking like a proper goddess. “She might be asleep, but she seems to worry about you too.”

“I’ve felt it too.” Ereshkigal curled her hand in her chest. It was rare enough that she and Ishtar got along, rarer still that they agreed. “There’s a dull ache whenever I look at you or…” She glanced across the dining room, to where Parvati was knitting. “The other one.”

He could guess why. He felt that same ache whenever Parvati smiled. Both goddesses were looking at him, and he could almost see Rin behind them. Emiya looked away. “I’m not worried.”

“Oh?” Ishtar asked, not buying it for a second. “Then what?”

“It’s a debt.” That was the simplest, easiest way to explain himself. The simplest, easiest way to hide everything. “I still owe her.”

“Is that what you call it?” Ereshkigal chided. “Even now, you can’t be honest.”

“If he could, he wouldn’t be in this mess, would he?” Ishtar sighed. She leaned over the counter and poked his chest. “But you should try and relax sometimes. For her. I don’t want to carry this heavy feeling around with me all day.”

Her finger shouldn’t have felt as heavy as it did. Quietly, he rasped, “I’ll try.”

“Good boy. And now that we got that out of the way…” Ishtar rubbed her hands together and smirked greedily. The goddess was gone, leaving behind a cartoon villain. “Do you think you could cater for my next event?”

Ereshkigal groaned.

Emiya ignored her and called out, “Next!”

Dinner

If Ishtar was a failure of a goddess, Parvati was the pinnacle embodiment of one. Her steps were light as she crossed the dining hall, her smile gentle as she set the tray on the counter, and her voice was as soft as a cloud as she thanked him. “Dinner was lovely as usual.”

Her posture was perfect, her touch dainty. Artoria had the regality of a king, and Parvati that of a queen.

Emiya accepted the tray and shrugged. “It’s nothing.”

“Even so, every action deserves to be acknowledged and appreciated at least.” Parvati studied him, her gaze running up and down him before settling on his face. “Have we met before?”

“At lunch,” he replied shortly, not liking where this was going.

She giggled into her hand. “No, that’s not what I meant. Though, I don’t think I met you either…Oh, perhaps you and the little one inside of me?”

His breath hitched and he turned away, taking the tray to the sink. “No. Never.”

“Hmmm, if you say so.” When he looked over her shoulder, her smile told him otherwise. She was a goddess. It wasn’t surprising she could see through his lies. “You’re always short on cooks.”

“Not always,” he denied, wiping his hands on his apron. “Just when the crowd is here.”

“That’s quite often, is it not?” Parvati clapped her hands together. “I know, I’ll help.”

Emiya spun on his heel and stared at her. “You’ll what?”

“Help.” Parvati smiled brightly. She patted her chest. “She has fond feelings towards cooking and it’s been far too long since I’ve last stepped into a kitchen.”

“That…” Emiya ran a hand through his hair. A goddess working in the kitchen felt like a taboo. Then again, they had goddesses fighting at the whims of a mortal, so perhaps this wasn’t as much of a step down as it seemed.

“Is something wrong?” she asked, cocking her head, her hands clasped behind her back.

He could almost see Sakura in her movements. “No. Go ahead.”

“Great. Tomorrow then.” Parvati smiled brightly. “This is exciting.”

“Is…is she happy?” He couldn’t stop the words. Maybe it was nostalgia that forced him to ask. It had been decades, and even now Emiya could remember the faint smell of cherry blossoms and soap as they washed the dishes together.

Even now he could remember the troubled smile he had never been able to ease.

Parvati smiled kindly. “The little one’s in…I suppose you could call it a deep sleep. It’s hard to be happy in that state.”

“Oh.” Emiya looked away. He should have known better than to ask. “Right.”

“But,” Parvati continued, leaning over the counter to clasp his hands before he could withdraw. Her hands were soft but firm. “It is a peaceful slumber. There’s no sorrow or pain in this sleep, just a deep, dreamless darkness. She can recover here. Rest. Heal.”

It wasn’t a satisfying answer, but Emiya’s life had never been satisfying in the first place. He looked down at their clasped hands, then up at the goddess. Her expression was thoughtful. Kind.

Her smile before had radiated of a happiness he’d rarely seen in Sakura.

Emiya didn’t know what would happen after their master was done, after all the servants were returned to the throne. But he hoped Sakura would remember this peace wherever she went.

Dessert

Out of all the servants here, the one Emiya avoided the most was his father. No, not quite his father—the Kiritsugu stalking Chaldea’s halls little resembled the man he’d known. This was Kiritsugu before they’d met, this was the man who still spent most of his days covered in blood. Seeing him, Emiya understood why his father had always looked troubled when Emiya had called him a hero, why he had looked sad whenever he remembered the past.

Still, the assassin had softened recently, in no small part thanks to the woman and teenager clasping his hands as they entered the cafeteria. Emiya watched as the pair of platinum blondes tugged Kiritsugu over to a table. While he was still expressionless, his eyes were softer, his lips tugged into the semblance of a smile.

For his part, Emiya didn’t know what to make of the two women. They looked almost like carbon copies of one another, only separated by age. For a while, he had thought they were the same person, but summoned at different times like Lily Artoria.

The older one called herself Irisviel, and if Kiritsugu often acted like he was dead, she looked like a ghost.

The younger one called herself Illya.

A cheerful, magical girl Illya.

Even now, as she ran over to the counter, her smile bright, her eyes wide, he could only remember the deadly master who had tried to murder him with Hercules. How was it possible for two timelines to be so different? How was it possible that they were the same person?

“Can I get three cheesecakes?” Illya asked eagerly, bouncing on her feet as she stared at the selections available. “Strawberry, chocolate, and…umm…blueberry!”

“Sure.” Emiya pulled out three plates from under the counter, the ceramic warm on his hands. All three of them came for dessert every day, and he knew already that the other two would eat only half of their slice, saving the rest for their daughter.

His sister, in a strange way. Could they have ever been friends, let alone family?

“You’re always overworked, aren’t you?” Illya asked, concerned. Her eyes were wide and bright. “I hope you get a vacation soon.”

It was strange to hear that from Illya of all people. He felt a pang of pity for the girl he’d known. Emiya carefully slid a strawberry slice onto a plate. “Hopefully.”

“Too bad my brother isn’t here with me.” Illya pumped her fists energetically. “He could help. He’s great in the kitchen.”

“Is he now?” Emiya almost choked on the words.

And if seeing Illya like this was strange, it was stranger still to think that in another life, they would have been siblings. That in another life, Kiritsugu would have been a doting husband and Irisiviel a warm mother. That in another life, they could have both been his parents.

That in Illya’s life, they were.

“Don’t worry,” Illya reassured. She dabbed a finger on the chocolate cheesecake and licked the frosting. “When he comes here, he’ll help.”

“What makes you think he’ll come?” Emiya asked, curiosity piqued as he gave her the last slice.

“Because he’s a hero!” Illya replied immediately, beaming like the sun.

Emiya didn’t know if he should be happy or sad to think that in another life, maybe he had been a hero. A real hero.

Bonus: Midnight Snack

Even for a workaholic like him, Emiya liked to keep certain hours. The cafeteria opened at six. It closed at midnight. No exceptions.

“E-mi-ya!” a sing-song voice filled the hallway.

No exceptions except one: Jaguar. Emiya felt a chill run through him as he heard Jaguar laugh drunkenly as she sprinted across the hall. Before he could turn around, she pounced, an arm draping around his shoulders, the other grabbing his hand before he could pull the key out of the cafeteria doors.

For such a short woman, she had immense strength.

Jaguar grinned up at him. “Let’s go drinking.”

If everyone else he’d met here were somewhat different than the versions he’d known, Jaguar wasn’t at all. Fujiwara’s image overlapped on her entirely and not in a good way. Emiya grunted. “I’d rather not.”

“You’re old enough now, right?” Her question sounded more like a statement. It was hard to tell from her goofy smile just who was asking that question. “It’s just a drink!”

“You’re already drunk,” he grumbled as she forced him to unlock the cafeteria.

“Don’t worry.” She slapped his back before skipping into the room. “I can handle my booze.”

Experience told Emiya otherwise. It was going to be a long night.

[whataweirdfeeling]

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[mariacallous]

The latest TikTok trend might make your bank account happy.

Over the last month, beauty influencers ― a group that generally sings the praises of makeup and skin care brands ― have dabbled in deinfluencing. The trend involves TiKTokers urging followers to think twice about impulse-purchasing certain cult-favorite products.

Content creators are throwing everything under the bus, including untouchable, holy-grail products like Olaplex’s shampoos and conditioners and Too Faced’s Better Than Sex volumizing mascara. They’re also warning against spending money on majorly expensive products like Dyson’s $599.99 Airwrap hair styler.

“Here are all the things I will deinfluence you from buying as somebody that spends thousands of dollars on health, beauty, hair products, but loves to save a buck,” TikToker Alyssa Kromelis says in her deinfluencing video, which has racked up over 5.4 million views.

In the video, Kromelis suggests dupes for more expensive products she says are not worth the hype. For instance, she recommends buying Wet n Wild’s MegaGlo Makeup Stick ($4.99 at your local drugstore) instead of Charlotte Tilbury’s $42 Glowgasm Beauty Light Wand Highlighter. (“Horrible, I hate this, never use,” the influencer says of the product.)

Kromelis considers videos like hers “recession-core influencing.” When the price of eggs has increased by nearly 60% over the last 12 months, most of your followers aren’t looking to buy $30 lipgloss; the content you’re creating has to fit with the times, she said.

“As our economy in the U.S. has taken a turn for the worse, people have less and less disposable income to spend on their personal care,” she said. “So by offering more affordable options, or dupes, I’m allowing people to still feel like they’re still part of trends that are going on.”

The same day Kromelis’ video took off on TikTok, beauty content creator @katiehub.org went viral on the app for her brutally honest review of Dior makeup.

“Just because you put pretty packaging over garbage does not mean it’s still not garbage,” @katiehub.org says in her video, which brought in 1.8 million views.

In another deinfluencing video, beauty influencer Rachel Finley walks the aisles of Sephora, dragging beloved items that she says don’t actually work.

“It’s time to leave sunscreen powders in the past,” Finley says, holding up Supergoop’s mineral powder sunscreen as an example. “You’re getting less than 2% of the protection stated on the label. These are not effective sunscreens.”

Non-makeup content creators are getting involved, too. In one video, sustainable fashion influencer Hudi Charin (@thethriftythinker) takes Kim Kardashian’s Skims to task.

“I don’t know why anyone’s still buying from Skims when there are so many better, ethical and sustainable alternatives and they’re literally the same price point,” she says, recommending brands like The Girlfriend Collective and Gaia Garments instead.

“There are literally so many brands that need your support more than a billionaire who doesn’t pay her workers when they work overtime,” she remarks.

The “deinfluencing” trend coincides with MascaraGate ― a TikTok kerfuffle centered around Mikayla Nogueira, a makeup artist who was accused of wearing eyelash extensions in a video touting a L’Oréal brand mascara.

MascaraGate led to a conversation about influencer culture and the glut of fawning, too-good-to-be-true product reviews on TikTok. Critics say content creators will happily put up a dishonest positive product review as long as they’re rewarded with brand deals, sponsorship and a steady stream of freebies.

Given the backlash to influencer culture, marketing professor Americus Reed II isn’t surprised by the deinfluencer trend.

“What we often see in marketing, which is deeply integrated with pop culture, is a constant pendulum of trend and counter trend; an ebb and flow such that when one consumer sentiment goes extreme, there’s a natural course correction to move the other way and towards the ‘middle,’” the Wharton School professor told HuffPost.

The deinfluencer movement is influencer culture self-regulating and course-correcting after years of being clocked as super-curated and lacking in authenticity.

“It’s like the TikTok version of when Dove’s ‘Real Beauty’ campaign dropped [in the early 2000s],” Reed said.

Isn’t deinfluencing a little hypocritical, coming from influencers?

Influencers admit that the concept of deinfluencing is kind of ironic: At its heart, “buy this, don’t buy that” is still influencing and driving consumerism.

Plus, telling someone something is “the worst” isn’t going to be true for everyone, as Kromelis noted.

“I do think the deinfluencing trend is less about how ‘bad’ or ‘good’ a product is, and more about convincing people that not everything is worth the crazy hype,” she said.

Anything that helps people monitor their conspicuous consumption can’t be that bad, said Karen Wu, a beauty content creator who goes by @cakedbybabyk on TikTok.

“We’re constantly fed the rhetoric that everyone needs every single viral product, and audiences are growing tired,” she told HuffPost. “I’ve made several videos on my channel talking about a range of products that I hate, as well as viral products that I won’t even try.”

Wu spends a few hundred dollars a month on makeup and skin care, while the other products she reviews are sent from brands.

“I know that talking about consumerism is ironic coming from a beauty content creator, but I believe there’s a delicate balance that can be struck if done correctly,” she said.

Do influencers like Wu worry that brands might be less inclined to reach out with partnerships and freebies if they’re hypercritical of them?

“I actually think the opposite, to be completely honest,” she said. “There are many brands that value authenticity, and if they don’t, then it’s not a brand that I’d want to work with anyway.”

Madison Potter, an influencer and brand strategist, said smart brands will look at deinfluencing as an opportunity for consumer research, something they’d usually spend thousands of dollars on.

“As a strategist, this information is a goldmine,” she told HuffPost. “Deinfluencing is unique in the way that creators are directly telling brands there’s a lack of trust. It’s a chance for brands to listen to consumers and adjust their marketing efforts.”

Some PR specialists and brand strategists are a little more skeptical.

Alex Paquin, the founder of the ad agency Zerotrillion, told Insider.com that brands may be more cautious about vetting influencers they reach out to.

“Brands have to ask themselves, ‘What is this influencer’s propensity to turn on us in the event that their followers don’t like the content they make for us?’” Paquin told the site. “Influencers need to be careful not to be too quick to use this trend as an ‘oopsie button’ for partnerships they’re mildly self-conscious about.”

Ideally, deinfluencing leads to people getting more educated about influencer culture.

For some content creators, this moment is more about education than about what not to buy or what dupes to swap in.

Monica Ravichandran, a product manager and beauty content creator, wants her followers to give some thought to who they let influence them on TikTok and question whether a cult-beloved product is really worth their hard-earned coin.

In her deinfluencing video, she suggests people ask questions of themselves like: Do I really need to buy this hot new viral foundation when I already own one that works just fine for me? And does this influencer have the same skin type or tone as me? (As a person of color, Ravichandran said she was swayed to buy the wrong products while following mostly white content creators early on her in makeup journey.)

Ravichandran, who gets some freebies but spends about $500 a month on beauty products, also talks about the need for “influencer integrity.”

“To me, influencer integrity means a creator who has built trust and honesty with their community by building a brand based off of authenticity,” Ravichandran told HuffPost.

Not everything is “amazing” or “awful.” It’s usually more nuanced than that ― experiences with any one product will vary.

“I actually don’t believe in a ‘bad product’ and really just believe that the product wasn’t a right one for either your skin tone or our skin type,” Ravichandran said. “That’s why when I review products I don’t like I always mention who that product might work for instead.”

Jessica Clifton, a sustainability content creator who runs the TikTok account @impaectforgood_ , doesn’t necessarily think the trend will result in a massive sea change on the app: “TikTok culture loves product videos too much.”

Still, as someone who has been speaking about the ills of overconsumption culture for years, she said it’s exciting to thousands of people engage with deinfluencing. In the words of overgenerous TikTok reviews, it truly is “amazing” if people are inspired to buy less, Clifton said.

“Embracing simplicity and learning to be content with less is so much better for our mental health, wallets, and the environment.”

[rare-prism-s]

how can my eldritch daughter be this cute

[someplace-darker]

Kinktober Day 7: Costumes | Matt Murdock

Pairing: Matt Murdock x reader (no y/n)

Wordcount: 1.7k (this is going to be the longest one)

Warnings: 18+, PWP, costumes, a lot of sacrilegious activities, party sex, dirty talk, no protection (wrap it!!), afab reader but no pronouns are used, maybe slightly ooc matt but i am too tired to care. it's porn.

Summary: You may have fucked up on picking costumes for Marci's Halloween party, but at least Matt looks hot, right? Surely this won't awaken anything in the two of you- right?

A/N: Hi! I kind of got carried away on this one, there's probably a lot off repeat phrases, but this is the late day 7 and the late day 8 should be coming tonight as well but if not: oops. Also cmon, i had to make it a priest costime.

It had taken months of begging and persuasion to get Matt to even consider putting on a costume for halloween. Much less a shitty priest costume that you had snagged from the local party shop two hours before Marci’s ‘ghoul gala’ party. You’re not exactly sure how to tell Matt what the two of you will be going as, the ‘hot nun’ costume you snagged alongside his currently laying on his bed in front of you as you contemplate your options. 

“It could be worse,” you nearly jump out of your skin, having forgotten you called Karen for help, her slightly glitched voice coming through your phone. Sighing, you pick up your costume and open the packaging, allowing the spandex like material to fall out onto the sheets. It’s incredibly skimpy considering what it’s portraying, the slats on the long skirt allowing most of your legs to be visible. Obviously the holy grail of it all, the wimple cutting off at your collarbones to allow a deep V to run down your chest “how can it be worse than this Karen, truly. I mean I could spit on a bible, maybe then-” 

“You’re being dramatic, I’m sure Matt will love it.” 

“I think Matt is going to have a stroke, but I appreciate your enthusiasm,” you remark dryly, biting back a smile when Karen snorts. 

“Well he just left the office not too long ago so he should be back to you soon. Marci’s thing starts in about an hour, Foggy left the office in costume so I assume he’s more than stressed about it.”

“Oh i’m sure he’ll feel better when we get there,” you laugh, perking up when you hear the door click shut “Matt just got home, i’ll see you at the party okay bye!”

“Was that Karen?” Matt asks, stepping behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist, chin coming to rest on your shoulder. “Yeah,” you speak, voice tight as you prepare yourself to tell him about your outfits for the night. He notices immediately, concerned questions spilling from his mouth and you brush off each one, assuring him that you’re okay before pulling from his hold to grab his packaged costume. You turn back and hold it out in front of him, biting your lip when he takes it from you, squeezing the plastic that encloses it. 

You take the chance as soon as he begins to open it “don’t be mad at me.”

Matt pauses, sunglasses turning in your direction as he sighs “what did you do?”

-

The venue was huge, and you suddenly understood why Marci had spent so much money on it. You had been correct about Foggy’s mood improving when you showed up, the neutral look on his expression immediately turning into one of disbelief and elation. “You’re kidding me,” Foggy laughs, walking directly to Matt and pulling him into a hug before holding him back at arm's length. Matt is tense, you can feel it, but god he looks so hot, so you can’t find it in yourself to be that worried. The clerical collar accentuates the muscle and veins in his neck, adam's apple bobbing against it when he leans toward you to speak. “At least act like you’re not getting wet right now,” Matt grits his teeth, his volume dropped low enough so only you can hear.

Foggy’s voice is immediately drowned out by the rush in your ears, your thighs clenching together, his words like a warm rush through your body. “I need a drink,” you manage to spit out, weaving through the group of people until you reach the cooler on the opposite side of the room, pulling a seagram and beer from the ice. You’re half tempted to climb in, just to cool the heat that is spreading to the end of all your limbs and maybe clear your head. The beating in your chest is rapid, heavy thumps against your ribcage as your heart repeats what Matt has just said to you over and over and over, and you know for a fact that he’s listening to it purely because of the smirk that tugs his lips as you walk back towards him. 

“Fancy a drink, father?” you raise your voice over the music to tease, handing the bottle to him with a bit more force than intended. Matt doesn’t know what he expects to feel when father slips off your tongue with such carnality, but lust was not one of them. It burns fiery in his chest, everything he has ever been taught about Thou shall not covet suddenly thrown out the window. You see the dilemma in the shape of the sharp inhale Matt takes, jaw clenching tight enough to see the muscle work.

“You’re treading an incredibly thin line here, sweetheart,” Matt warns, hand going to rest on the base of your spine before pulling you flush to his . The open slats of your costume causes your legs to brush against his pants, the thin fabric not doing much to cover the feeling of his hardening cock against you. “What?” you say breathlessly, hoping the thumping of music will drown out everything you say “you can’t handle it father? Do you need me to confess my sins?” The pressure against your lower back increases, as does your heart rate. 

“You don’t need to confess them,” Matt replies smoothly “I’ll fuck them out of you.”

There’s a moment of pause as you gasp and Matt’s head cocks to the side as he focuses on something, bottle being taken from your hand and set on a table, his glasses nearly black mixed with the deep red lighting of the room. Grabbing your hand, Matt begins to tug you to the back of the venue, passing by people with ease and you hope that it’s too dark for anyone to notice the blind man leading you instead of the other way around. Soon enough he’s at a door, twisting the handle and pulling you inside. It’s a washroom, also bled in the same crimson lighting as if a bloodied glass was placed in front of your eyes. It’s giving you a headache. 

“Is this what you wanted? Play a game of blasphemy until I get fed up and make you feel good?” Matt twists the lock on the door and presses you forward until your thighs hit the sink, his breathing ragged and heavy against your back. The costumes may have been unplanned, but your choice of words throughout the night had not. This is what you wanted, but the admittance of it out loud seemed more like desecration than anything else. You do it anyway.

“Yes,” you grin, pressing your ass back into him. Pride blooms in your chest when he chokes out a moan, fingers frantically pulling the skirt up to bunch at your waist before undoing his belt and pants. Matt’s hand rests between your shoulder blades, pressing you forward to bend over the porcelain. You blink back the haze in your eyes glancing up at the mirror inches in front of your face to peek at him, the sight of the clergy shirt ridden up his stomach revealing his hand fisting his cock enough to make you whimper. 

You’ve never seen Matt so worked up before, and something tells you this is a subject you’ll have to tap into again at a later time. Right now though, he’s pressing into you slowly, lip caught between his teeth as he focuses on the feeling of your cunt taking him in. “Made for me,” he murmurs before pulling his hips back just the slightest to press in further than before. 

The counter digs into your legs with each roll of his hips, moans tumbling past your lips with no hesitation, your body responding to him as it always does. “Oh my god Matty, so good,” you whimper, eyes pinching shut. No one has ever made you feel like Matt has, romantically or physically, the call of his body always pulling a response from yours. Your hands press against the tiled wall, eyes blinking open and glancing over him in the reflection catching the quick dip of his head, his hips stalling momentarily. 

One hand leaves your hips to grip the white collar, pulling on it “gotta be quiet now sweetheart, someone’s waiting outside.The music is loud, but so are you.” Once it tugs free he reaches around to your face, holding it in front of your mouth. “Bite,” he instructs, voice ragged and terse. You do, clenching your teeth onto it to keep from crying out when his hips slam back against you. Your pussy clenches around him as your knees shake, the only thing keeping you from falling being the sink you’re bent over.

“Being so good sweetheart, need you to cum for me,” Matt moans, almost unheard through the ringing in your ears and hum of the outside music. Small shocks spark along your skin when his fingers find your clit, rubbing and applying pressure that has you keening, face falling forward to press against the cool metal of the faucet. He knows exactly how to play you like an instrument, knows how to make you sing the prettiest songs for him like this, and he knows it. You can hear his cocky chuckle when your legs begin to shiver, hands slipping from their spot on the wall.

Everything seems to slow except for your breathing, your orgasm racking up your spine and down your legs, inching through to your fingers and it takes everything in you to keep the collar clenched in your mouth as to not alert whoever may be lurking by the door. Matt praises you through it, slowing his thrusts but not stopping, waiting until he knows you’re coherent enough to hear him to speak. 

“That’s it, baby, you did so amazing,” Matt leans forward to press a kiss to the back of your head, pulling the white fabric from your lips “think you can do another?” He rolls his hips into yours once more, hitting something inside you that makes the red lighting of the room turn to white. You hum, pushing back against him.

“Yes, father.”

[sl-ut]

desperate

PART TWO

pairing: maddy perez x fem!reader

description: y/n holds too much power over her. maddy needs to get the upper hand, and she’s found just the thing.

warnings: SMUT (pls be nice, i’m new to this), mentions of underage drug and alcohol use, mentions of sex tapes, sex in the hot tub, swearing

words: 2.8K

date posted: 14/02/22

previous part

Being in such a vulnerable position was a relatively new concept for Maddy. She was the type of person who liked to hold the cards in all situations, and even when she was with Nate, the meek facade that she would portray had him doing whatever she pleased. Everyone else who she’d ever been with was on her own terms, and that was the way she liked it. But with Y/n, the dynamic was different.

Y/n had the ability to have Maddy fired from her job, yet she didn’t. At first, Maddy thought that perhaps Y/n was a bit fearful of her and was bluffing, but she quickly learned that the girl was simply sitting on this knowledge until the right moment, and having fun with Maddy while she was at it. 

For three weeks after the first incident, each time that Maddy was over to babysit Theo, she would catch Y/n in some sort of compromising position, and each time, she was sure that it was not a coincidence. At first, she had considered leaving for the sake of not being labelled a creep, but the something about meeting her gaze seemed to spur Y/n on, and she would often spread herself out wider and quicken her movements until she tipped over the edge to her messy release. Then, she found herself admiring the view, how simply beautiful she appeared in such a vulnerable, yet powerful position, and how she always seemed to know exactly how to get herself where she needed to go. And finally, after the fourth time of catching her in such a manner had Maddy shifting her thighs together and finishing herself off later that night when she returned to her own home. This was a power move for Y/n, and for some reason, it certainly threatened Maddy. One thing’s for sure; Maddy needed to find a way to get the upper hand, and fast. 

Maddy began to ask around about Y/n, and it quickly dawned on her that she virtually knew very little about her employer’s daughter. She knew her name, of course, and that she went to some preppy private school about twenty minutes out of town, but she hadn’t really spent much time actually talking to Y/n, so there wasn’t much for her to go off of.

She asked Kat, first.

“Name sounds familiar, but no. Sorry.”

Then, she asked Cassie.

“She’s that girl who goes to that prep school, right? Yeah, I’ve heard of her, I think I follow her on Insta or something?”

So she found her Instagram, and she wasn’t entirely surprised to find her feed filled with various selfies and bikini pics, and as risque the photo she had posted for her eighteenth birthday was, there was nothing that was too incriminating. Maddy was almost ready to give up, maybe she would be able to talk Y/n and convince her to keep quiet. Almost.

After digging through every trace of Y/n Y/l/n on the internet, Maddy found the Holy Grail. Link after link and the entrance of her card details brought Maddy face to face with a very active OnlyFans page, allowing her to view some very artsy nude photos and videos, and though Y/n had not hidden her face in any of them, Maddy would have recognized her bare body anywhere. Maddy grinned, knowing that there was no way that Y/n would continue threatening her if she knew that Maddy had gotten a hold of her OnlyFans. Then, after scrolling through the first few posts, she found herself ogling one particular video.

The camera was placed on a surface, allowing her to eye the two figures meshing together on the lush, red velvet couch. Her eyes were drawn to Y/n, the way that her breasts heaved with each of her heavy pants and whimpers as she gyrated her hips in time with the blonde girl opposite her, eagerly pushing their pussies against one another, creating a loud sloshing sound. Y/n allowed curses to fall from her painted lips, leaning forward to catch the blonde’s own lips in an open-mouthed kiss. The video ended just as Y/n’s head tilted backwards and a loud cry sounded, a familiar sight for Maddy after she had begun her habit of voyeurism.

The next video featured the same girl, only this time, she was flat on her back with her face buried underneath Y/n’s hips as she practically humped against her, all while leaning forward to suck on the blonde’s clit. Maddy tugged her lip between her teeth as she watched, one hand subconsciously sliding down to slip below her silk panties, gasping out a heavy breath as her manicured fingers toyed with her own clit.

There, under the privacy of her comforter, Maddy brought herself over the edge again and again after watching these videos, some of Y/n being pleasured by others, though most were solo videos. Regardless, Maddy was enthralled, not to mention that they could be used against her, which Maddy had full intentions of doing.

Maddy didn’t have to work for the next week straight.Y/n’s family had gone to visit Samantha’s mother out of state, and Y/n had stayed home, which gave Maddy the perfect opportunity to go over to confront her.

Y/n opened the door in a fluffy white robe, brows raised as she took in Maddy’s expression. A small, devious smirk crawled onto her lips as she leaned her shoulder against the doorframe.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t everyone’s favourite Peeping Tammy,” She mused, “I know for a fact that you already know that everyone else is gone, so that means that you’re here for me, huh?” Y/n opened the door wider before she turned and walked further into the house, silently signalling for Maddy to follow her in.

“So what brings you over, Maddy? You here for another show?” Y/n leaned on the kitchen counter.

Maddy opened her phone and slid it across the counter, allowing the other girl to view the series of photos and videos, “Bet your parents wouldn’t be too happy to find out about this.”

“Ah, so you found my little side hustle,” Y/n grinned, “Did you watch it all? I know how much you love to watch.”

“You’re gonna keep your mouth shut about me, and I keep mine shut about you, ‘kay?”

Y/n ran her tongue over her glossy lips, hardly containing her growing smirk as she slid the phone back to Maddy, “You drive a hard bargain, but I have to admit that I wasn’t gonna say shit about you.”

“Why not?”

“Honestly, I don’t really care all that much. You’re just so fun to mess with.”

“Fuck you,” Maddy spat, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Who am I to turn down such an offer?” Y/n slid around the counter and began crossing the room, fingers untying the belt around her waist as she opened the large set of sliding doors out to the pool deck, “You coming?”

“Coming where?”

“Hot tub,” Y/n glanced over her shoulder, “If not, you know where the door is.”

Maddy pursed her lips, “I don’t have a suit.”

A mischievous glint found its way to Y/n’s eye as she finally opened her robe and allowed it to slide down her arms and land on the floor with a quiet thump, “Me neither.”

Maddy’s eyes wandered over Y/n’s nude back as she sauntered out onto the pool deck, her view slowly becoming altered as she lowered herself into the tub. Maddy chewed her bottom lip for a moment, debating her options, but her body began moving itself in the direction of the hot tub before she even gave it a second thought.

She slowly peeled away each layer of clothing until she was left in her bra and panties, tugging her hair back as she slid into the water opposite Y/n, who leaned her head back and closed her eyes as she allowed a small moan to escape her lips at the feeling of the gentle jets against her back. Slowly, she squinted her eyes open to meet the gaze of Maddy as she watched on silently.

“So,” Y/n stretched one arm over her head, “Which one was your favourite?”

Maddy rolled her eyes, but didn’t respond.

“Was it the one in the shower?” Y/n leaned closer, “Or maybe the ones with the red couch? Those ones are my favourite, too.”

“Oh, the ones with your little girlfriend?”

“Girlfriend?” Y/n laughed, “You mean Olivia? Baby, she’s not my girlfriend. She’s just some girl on the basketball team.”

Maddy ignored the fluttering of her heart at the pet name, “So you just fuck random girls all the time, huh?”

Y/n shrugged, “Sometimes. But there’s this one random girl I’ve been wanting to fuck for a while now. I’ve literally been throwing myself at her, she just doesn’t seem to notice that much.”

“Yeah right.”

Y/n pushed herself off of the bench, rising just enough that Maddy could clearly pick out the shapes of her dark nipples over the hot, bubbling water as she moved to sit beside her.

“You really think you were just running into me while I was touching myself? You didn’t realise that it was always while you were watching that I let myself come?”

Their warm flesh nudged together as Y/n’s hot breath fanned over Maddy’s cheek, her fingers finding her own under the cover of the water as she laced them together.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, Maddy, but I’ve been trying to get in your pants ever since you started working here.” Y/n tugged Maddy’s hand across her own thigh and settled just above her heat, “You can feel how wet I am if you don’t believe me.”

Maddy wasted not another moment before she turned her head, forcing their lips together in a hard, sloppy kiss. Teeth clashed and tongues swirled together as her free hand grasped at the back of Y/n’s head, gripping her hair to keep her from pulling away. Maddy obliged, slipping her fingers from Y/n’s and sliding two between her folds, collecting a fair amount of her arousal before she began circling her clit delicately.

“See,” Y/n panted in between kisses, “That’s all for you, baby.”

Y/n pushed her back against the bench, clambering onto her lap before planting their lips together once more. She began grinding their hips together letting out little whimpers as her bundle of nerves dragged against the material of Maddy’s panties, and gasping as Maddy’s hands gripped her ass, massaging and spreading her cheeks in rhythm with her movements.

“Can I taste you?” Y/n whispered as she tugged Maddy’s breasts free from her bra, massaging her pink nipples gently beneath her thumbs.

“Mhm,” Maddy nodded eagerly, shoving Y/n off of her so that she could unclasp her bra and toss it to the side and slide up so that she was sitting on the edge of the tub with her legs spread.

Y/n chewed her bottom lip, admiring the outline of Maddy’s puffy lips through the wet cotton as she slid closer, kneeling on the bench between her legs. Y/n smirked up at Maddy, batting her eyelashes sweetly as she leaned forward, dragging her tongue flat over her panties slowly from the bottom to the top before hooking the cotton between her teeth and dragging it down her legs. Y/n’s mouth watered at the sight of her pink pussy peeking past her labia, peeking up at the girl above her and taking note at how she watched her, brows furrowed and lips parted ever so slightly.

“You ever been eaten out by another girl, Mads?”

She shook her head bashfully, “Never been with a girl before.”

“You’re in luck,” Y/n grinned as Maddy whimpered under the sudden pressure of Y/n’s thumb, “Because I’ve heard that I’m really good at it.”

Maddy cried out as Y/n’s tongue poked at her entrance, gliding up through her wet folds until it reached beneath her clitoral hood, making sure to massage it for a few moments before repeating the motion. Maddy reached for the back of Y/n’s head with one hand, and laced the other with the hand that Y/n had been using to hold her thighs apart. Her hips began to buck as Y/n suckled and licked, working her in a way that she’d never felt before as her free hand reached up to alternate pinching her nipples.

“Fuck, you’re so good,” Maddy panted, forcing her head closer to where she needed her most.

Y/n hummed, sending vibrations through Maddy’s core as she sped up, encouraged by the increasing volume in her moans, “You taste so good, Mads. You like that?”

“Uh-huh,” Maddy’s face screwed up as she felt the pressure begin to build up in her belly, “Oh my fucking God. Baby I’m gonna come.”

“Go ahead,” Y/n breathed, moving down to massage her tight hole, “I wanna taste you.”

Maddy wailed, the tightening sensation in her belly finally releasing as Y/n dragged her teeth over her clit one last time, moaning as she caught every drop of Maddy’s juices on her tongue as she rode out her high, humping her core against Y/n’s tongue until every last aftershock had disappeared. The moment she released Y/n from her grasp, she sank down into the water and caught her in an even more intense kiss than the previous, breaking away sooner than expected as she moved down to suckle her dark nipples into hard buds.

“Shit, Mads.”

“Get up, I wanna fuck you now.”

Maddy forced Y/n up onto the side of the tub, admiring her wet body as she turned her back to Maddy, bending at the hips and pressing one bent knee up so she was completely spread out in front of her. Maddy bit her lip, taking the spot on the bench just below her as she hooked her elbows under her hips, forcing her pussy taut against her awaiting tongue.

“Oh fuck,” Y/n whimpered, wriggling against her as she began to trace figure eights over her clit repeatedly, “Oh, oh yeah, Maddy.”

Maddy dropped her jaw, sliding her face upwards so that Y/n’s entire core was being coated in her saliva, humming and shaking her face further into her as Y/n continued to chant out praises, each one encouraging Maddy to go faster. Her tongue poked into her clenching pussy, feeling around her velvet walls. She opened her eyes, catching sight of the glinting pussy in front of her, then trailing up to the tight hole that she had not yet touched. In an act of bravery, she brought her tongue to Y/n’s clit and dragged it up slowly, holding back a laugh as Y/n began to squeal in surprise as her tongue continued past her pussy, massaging the flesh of her perineum briefly before she began to circle her tight hole with her tongue, pulling back to drip some saliva onto it as her fingers began to work on her clit.

“Oh, oh, fuck, Maddy,” Y/n glanced back over her shoulder, shuddering as Maddy’s tongue pushed into the hole just slightly before returning to massaging it, “Oh my God, yeah, keep doing– oh! Keep doing that, yeah right there.”

Maddy moaned into Y/n’s soft flesh, removing her tongue briefly to press her teeth into her cheek just enough to leave a tiny mark before she returned.

“Mads,” Y/n’s entire body began to rise and fall with her heavy pants, pushing back against her face as her hips began to grind into her, “I’m so close, God that feels so good. Fuck!”

A gasping breath left her as her body trembled, Maddy moving back down to catch the burst of liquid that seeped out of her clenching pussy. Maddy licked her lean of her own juices before she pulled back, leaving one final kiss against the teeth marks left in her asscheek before pulling her back into the water by her hips.

Y/n leaned back against her, letting her head sag backwards so she could capture her in a hot kiss, tongues meeting before their lips did.

“Holy fuck,” Y/n laughed, turning to snuggle against her, “If I had’ve know that you were gonna fuck me like that, I probably would have invited you to do this sooner.”

Maddy kissed her again, “If I had’ve known you wanted me to, I definitely would have.”

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[mayumml]

Infatuation

A/N: obsessive!reader, cafe au(?), not proofread

It’s that man again. 

Today is the eleventh time he has been here. Not sure why or when she decided to count the amount of times he walks through that door but it never ceases to amaze her how he arrive always so precisely at exactly one at noon. 

What was it about this man in particular that made her so infatuated the moment she saw him? Well, she is not too sure herself. 

Was it his slouched and sickly thin figure? Or was it his foreign white attire and unkempt appearance? Perhaps the alluring shade of amethyst resting on his calculative eyes spoke to her? 

The man does not necessarily stick out in the spacious café, neither does he look like common folks. If she didn’t know any better, she would have guessed he is a former college student who dropped out due to poverty. That would explain his disheveled and slim form, as if he did not have a bite to eat in the last four days. 

However, if the man was a poor ex-student, it would be most unreasonable for him to come to a café and order overpriced tea every week. 

Once again, the slender man takes a seat in the far corner with his usual order, black tea. She quickly goes behind the counter and begin brewing. How kind he was when he complimented the tea she brewed on his third visit, she just couldn’t help but continue brewing for him. 

Three spoons of tea, just like last time. Customers adjust their own sugar amount with the given cubes, but she knew the man would drink his tea with two sugars.

Sneakily taking a peak at the man out of the corner of her eyes, she hums to herself happily. He looks nice today as well. 

She always look forward to his visit, feeling empty whenever he leaves. The woman spends her days pondering when he is coming to the café, the other times she spend recalling the slightest interactions between them. Seldom times, she would think about the interactions he had with other employees and evaluate wether or not he seems to have special interests in them. 

Hastily gripping the warm tea pot, along with a set of cup and plate, she walks over to the man - who may have been on her mind too many times to be considered normal. 

Sensing the waitress’s presence, the Russian glances up to meet his hidden admirer. He smiles lightly, thanking her as she sets his order down. To see how she brewed with such ardor, it would be rude to not acknowledge it. 

The woman bashfully avoids his gaze and leaves, even when she stared at his eyes more times than recallable. Amusing, she truly was. 

Infatuation with a customer, she certainly is easily swooned. Dostoevsky was more aware of her feelings than she is herself, her mind and emotions laid out so clearly to him. 

Her secret looks his direction was never unnoticed, he knew she thought of him, he knew she memorized his schedule, he knew she makes an effort to always be the one who makes him tea ever since he complimented her. 

Her obsession, her infatuation with him, such human emotions, what would be most the proper response? 

Any normal person would be disturbed, creeped out? But, Dostoevsky certainly wasn’t an ordinary person.

He could care less, to put it simply. Affection is foreign to him, and he need not of it. Perhaps once he has completed his holy grail, then, he would recall her obsessive yet passionate affection for him. 

[slightly-smarter-nat]

The Holy Grail: The Scarlet Apprentice || Wanda Maximoff

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Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Anxiety and fear; top notch movie references. If I have missed any warnings, please let me know.

Word Count: 1247 words.

Summary: Your destiny awaits- but will you be able to step up to the task, or crumble in fear.

A/N: This probably should have been posted before ‘The Scarlet Apprentice’ to set the scene- oops. Consider this Part 1 of The Scarlet Apprentice (included on the Masterlist). I may make this a series, though I have other ideas concerning other Marvel Characters. Hopefully you all enjoy it.

Please do not repost (on here or any social media platform), copy, translate or take ownership of my work. Reblogs, likes and comments are always appreciated <3.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11

Masterlist

Translation: “Detka” - ‘baby’. “Moya lyubov’” - ‘my love’

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GIF not mine

The Holy Grail: The Scarlet Apprentice-

“What exactly am I looking at here?” You questioned as the four of you ventured further through the narrow pathways of the sacred temple.

“No one knows for sure, it is thought to have some sort of connection with Wanda, well the Scarlet Witch that is. It varies from person to person in match with its interpretation” Stephen breaks down what little knowledge he has on the ‘lost’ segment of the Dark Hold revolving the Scarlet Witch.

“Well all I’m getting is some serious Indiana Jones vibes down here, you know the one where he goes looking for the Holy Grail….” You stop your reference when you notice the unimpressed expression on Wanda’s face- surely she’d be used to your endless movie references by now.

“I am not familiar with this so-called ‘Indiana Jones’, do they have any relevance to this ‘Beyoncé’ character Stephen references so much?” Wong enquires, with the combination of yours and Strange’s personality he finds it rather difficult to keep up with you both.

“As much as I would love to talk about Beyoncé, we need to focus on the mission at hand, Wanda, what is this artefact we have in front of us?” Stephen encourages the Witch forward, to give her understanding of what they were getting themselves into.

“From what I have seen, it has been used for centuries by each Scarlet Witch to assist the designation of their Apprentice. She took some convincing, but Agatha Harkness stated that ‘only the Apprentice would be able to interpret the scribes on the page, and see themselves as the character decorating the pages’. She said it is some sort of curse to avoid destruction of the artefact.” Wanda finished, looking around to ensure everyone was paying attention, you were not.

“Woah, what’s this writing on the floor?” You scrape your foot across the dusty platform to reveal hidden wording on the stone, unknowingly setting off several hidden threats.

Large blades reveal themselves from the floor in marked places, causing Stephen, Wong and Wanda to jump in surprise to avoid them, using what power they could create to destroy them from causing further damage. Being powerless, you ran straight into Wanda’s hold, hoping she would get the message to catch you. After several near misses, the traps were taken care of.

You looked around everywhere you could to avoid Wanda’s daring gaze, well that was until she grabbed your chin to direct your face to hers, “ha, maybe whoever designed this temple watched Indiana Jones too.” Stephen rolled his eyes at your poor attempt at humour.

“Pay attention printessa, I will not ask nicely again.” To some, Wanda’s tone would be ominous, but you know she is just trying to protect you, and in order to do that you need to help her understand her new role- and where you come into it.

“Excuse you love, I actually found a clue.” Wanda rushes over to where you were originally standing, noticing that in fact the words on the floor were hidden instructions in order to view the artefact in the most reliable way.

“Well done moya lyubov’!” You can’t help the rush of heat that reaches your cheeks, Wanda always has a way to make you swoon for her.

“When you two are quite finished, we have some work to do.” Wong said, exhausted.

“Someone needs to take his head out of his-“ Wanda gives you a knowing look before saying, “Play nice y/n”.

“Right here, it states how to activate the page we need: “Allow the destined Scarlet Witch to grace the presence of the segment, there you will unlock the true capabilities of her Apprentice, once revealed the truth will be free to those worthy of knowing”. Sounds simple enough.” Stephen finishes.

“What part of this is simple? We are going around in circles” Wong announces his frustration, clearly not benefitting from the prolonged exposure of the sacred temple’s tricks.

During this time Wanda took it upon herself to step up to the platform, holding the rusted artefact. She conjured a simple orb of red between her fingertips and touched the ruins of the book, if you could call it that. Reacting to her touch, a pale blue light reveals itself over the page, allowing the viewer to interpret what they are intended to see- her powers worked.

“Phew, that would have been awkward if it didn’t work for her huh.” You were trying to work out your nervousness of the situation, knowing you were one step closer to the truth- you should be relieved right?

“All I can see is the same wording from the Dark Hold I acquired in Westview, there isn’t any new information for me to use, Stephen come and look.” Wanda stepped down from the platform, to allow Stephen to share his views.

“It’s blank, there’s no scribes, no images, it’s just a grey, metallic page.” Stephen places a small dose of Sorcerer’s magic onto the page, to which the page absorbs the power and reveals nothing.

“Wong, your turn.” Stephen steps down.

“It’s like the ‘Sword in the Stone’.” You muse mostly to yourself, until Wanda sends you an internal warning telling you to stop, she’s just jealous she didn’t think of it first.

“Nothing has been revealed to me, the artefact is too advanced for my power, even as a Sorcerer Supreme.” Wong admits defeatedly.

“How is that possible? I thought you were one of the most powerful legends we have in our universe.” You question.

“He likes to think that, but unfortunately he’s right, you’re up y/n.” Strange directs you to the platform.

Your heart rate picks up with each step you take closer. You can’t understand why you are so nervous, for all you know the artefact won’t reveal anything for you either- but why do you feel such a strength towards the glowing pages.

You take a steady breath, trying to rationalise your thoughts, you can feel Wanda’s supportive gaze on you, you’re about to place your fingertips on the edge of the ruined book until a thought, not of your own making appears in your head- “I love you.” You smile to yourself and use Wanda’s encouragement to finish the task.

You close your eyes to centre yourself, but upon opening them you feel your whole body stop. The knowing pinches of anxiety flooding your system.

“What is it detka? What can you see?” Wanda’s heart clenches at the sight in front of her, you look like you’ve just had your worst nightmares displayed right in front of you- maybe she isn’t far from the truth with that comparison.

You are about to describe what you can see, but part of you feels shame in what you perceive.

The page is tainted with words of destruction, horror and fear. Scribes to reveal your capabilities, your duties to the Scarlet Witch. Then in all your glory, you stood in a cosmic blue suit, surrounded by your destined powers.

“Y/n?” Stephen tries to coax you out of your thought process, to give them the answers they need.

“I-it’s me, I am the Scarlet Apprentice.” A flood of tears make their way to your eyes, blurring your vision.

The sight blurred to you is that of pure shock, Wanda knows what she has to do in order to keep you safe, she just needs to have the courage to turn against those who choose to stand in both of your ways.

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[dreeamscapeee]

Book Store

Summary: Y/N never thought she would be convincing someone to read harry potter at 9 in the morning but things happen

Jason Todd x Fem!reader

Warnings: Brief mentions of a drug ring, F word, Brief mentions of assault

Y/N always knew she was 'boring', but not in the sense of not being pretty because her friends always tell her she's beautiful but she can never find it in herself to believe them, but maybe it’s because she would rather have a good book and staying in over going into an overrated club. Maybe it was because of her mother's harsh words as a child, but she always thought her (S/T) was just a tad bit too (pale/dark) or her body figure too (small/big) so she never felt quite confident therefore she found comfort in her books and looking back (Y/N) is quite sure that the only thing that got her through high school was her books.

The (H/C) woman was so engrossed in her thoughts she almost walked past her holy grail, and one of the only things that have kept her sane these past few years. As she walked into the bookstore, she took a deep breath, smelled the old leather, and smiled.

As Y/N walked past the cashier she gave a curt 'Morning' to the teen cashier who simply rolled their eyes and walked away, eyes never leaving their phone.

Around 5 minutes later, at the same time as Y/N walked to the fantasy section of the book store she heard the bell for the shop ring. She heard a man with one of the silkiest yet scratchy voices she swears she has ever heard talking on the phone she assumes considering she didn’t hear any replies from the other person.

"Yeah, I got it, Grayson... I promise I will pick up the demon spawn from school this time...Yes, I will pick him up on time...Yeah yeah bye.'' The man spoke.

Y/N looked over to the main counter at the cashier who looked like they were absolutely about to start drooling at, from who she couldn't see from that angle, the mystery man.

Y/N shook her head and focused on what she was here for Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. She decided to read all the novels over for the up tenth time to cure her boredom of waking up, going to work, having a horrible boss, and coming straight home and repeating for months.

Her hands scanned over the Harry Potter books just when she again heard the man and the cashier talking.

“He-Hello s-sir” the cashier stuttered and giggled at the same time it sounded like a weird mix of something choking and laughter.

The man asked her where the fantasy was but then said never mind, eyes landing on the gigantic sign with the word ‘FANTASY’ next to a row of books and walked towards them.

The vigilante sighed as he walked over to the bookshelf, he had a long night with having to take down a drug ring that was getting high school kids to sell to the classmates which was always a big no with him, Jason didn't care if they sold to adults that knew they were fucking their life's up, but kids were a big no-no.

Jason still had a massive migraine from his screaming fight with Bruce about almost killing a man for hitting his girlfriend in front of their kid on patrol last night, and he wasn't gonna lie it brought back memories for him, of his mom, and dad if you could even call them that.

When Jason stopped in a lane of books he didn't know what to start with, but he did know he wanted to take his mind away from Bruce. He looked over and saw a woman wearing a beige coat looking over at the Harry Potter books but never saw her face. He always wanted to read them but never felt like he would have the time or have trouble remembering everything through each book.

Jason was deep into a thought when the woman looked over at him.

“Are you ok? A voice pronounced

Jason look over and spotted the woman from before and could make out her features now.

The woman had (H/l) (H/c) hair, (S/t) and overall Jason thought she looked beautiful, meanwhile Jason looked like he just rolled out of bed, (Which he did) threw some clothes on, and left his apartment.

Jason looked at the woman a little longer than before and replied,'' yeah, I'm just not sure what book I want to read this week''

Y/n looked at the man gave a shy smile as she pointed to the book she was holding,'' you should try harry potter'' she squeaked out

''I don't know. I don't think it's my kind of book'' the man stated

And there started the conversation that lasted for hours, about why harry potter is one of the best book series ever. (Cliche right?)

Around 4 hours later Jason's alarm went off to go and get the 'Demon spawn' from school.

Jason looked at the phone and signed, then muttered out,'' I have to pick my brother up''

Y/n laughed at the overdramatic look on his face which got a few looks from the people that walked in during their conversion.

''Well.. we could... maybe finish talking tomorrow?'' the h/c woman studered out

Jason smiled and answer with a quick sure. and as Jason was walking out the door he turned around and jogged over.

"you know we've been talking for hours now and I still don't know your name?''

''Y/n'' she responded and stuck her hand out

As Jason put his hand into hers he voiced out a Jason before he had to leave, and as he walked out to his motorcycle he couldn't help but think that the demon seed was still fucking with him by making him leave.

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[thestorycfus]

The Sweetest Apparition - Part 3

Pairing: Peggy Carter x fem!Reader

Summary: Reader is a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent and historian who specializes in the life and legacy of Captain Carter. After Nick Fury uses the Tesseract to bring Peggy back, the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. contacts the reader to help her navigate life in the XXI century.

Warnings and notes: Food, mentions of Steggy, mentions of Stucky, very small mentions of war. Other characters are also mentioned. This got way longer than the first two parts, but there’s also way more Peggy here. This series takes place after the last scene of What If… episode one, including spoilers to that episode. Reader uses she/her pronouns.

Word count: 2,304

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It should be a short walk to your apartment, but you made a small stop each time Captain Carter was curious about something. You also got some take out on the way, making sure to pick at least four different options from separate places and a couple of desserts too, since you didn’t know her taste yet. It was a while before you made it to your street.

During the entire time, your chatting was limited to safe topics - how loud and bright the city was, how many screens there were, the amount of coffee options that existed now. You watched Carter fall in love with her caramel coffee and made a mental note to buy her more sweets.

Soon, the Captain would also need to go shopping. Fury had gotten her the formal white blouse and the black pants she wore now, an outfit much more discreet than the uniform she was wearing when she fell, but that was her entire wardrobe at the moment. That was another mission you should handle, but it could wait until after lunch.

When you finally got home, you placed the food over a kitchen counter and gave Carter a quick tour of the apartment. It wasn’t much, but hopefully it would be enough for both of you until she was more familiar with this century. The tour ended where it started: in your tiny kitchen. You pulled a stool for the Captain and presented her with the options for lunch.

“I suppose you’ve never tried some of those, so I got a few different meals. Burritos, sweet and sour chicken, calzones and Pad Thai. For dessert, there’s lemon tart and triple chocolate cake. I might have gotten a little carried away.”

Peggy took a seat and examined her options. You wondered if that would be, technically her first meal since the 40’s.

“They are all tempting, but I might start with this one.” Her eyes were fixated on a burrito as if it was the Holy Grail. Yeah, that was surely the first time she ate in seventy years. She dove in, so focused on her meal that you didn’t dare to interrupt. Meanwhile, you took the other stool and picked a calzone, eating it while you watched Carter.

You were still trying to wrap your head around the fact that she was really here, and it was surprising that you hadn’t completely freaked out so far, but the prospect of the rest of the day started to worry you. The Captain would certainly have a lot of questions and, if there were inquiries that Fury left for you to answer, they probably pertained more to her personal life than to great historical events.

If the registers about her were right, it wouldn’t be long before the real conversation started. Peggy Carter was too smart to have such a debate in the middle of the street, but she wasn’t known for stalling. As soon as she finished her meal, in the privacy of your (now shared) kitchen, you would have to provide about seven decades of answers.

Before you could try to prepare yourself, she was done with her second burrito. You almost suggested dessert, but the look she gave you left no room for pauses. Carter turned on her stool to face you directly, her posture becoming straighter and her eyes never leaving yours. She was the perfect image of Captain Carter, the hero, the legend who defeated all odds. Still, when she spoke, there was softness in her voice.

“The meal was lovely and so is the apartment. I can’t thank you enough for you kindness, Agent L/N, but I must ask a few things more of you. If you have studied about my life, you must know what happened to Steve Rogers after I was gone.”

You should be ready for that. Of course her first personal concern would be about Rogers. His story with Carter went down in history as a tragic tale of love, bravery and loss. To his last days, Rogers had made it his mission to honor her legacy, but that wasn’t all that he did. How do you tell a person that the love of her life went on to live a decades long, fulfilling relationship with someone else, even though, from her perspective, they were together the day before?

“Please, call me Y/N. And you can ask anything, Captain. I will tell you everything I can.” You took a deep breath, going through the words in your head in search of the best way to let her know. It was best to keep nothing out. Carter deserved that. “Steve Rogers continued to serve as the Hydra Stomper until the war had ended and all known Hydra operations had been eliminated. After that, he stepped out of the suit so that Howard Stark could continue his research with the Tesseract. I believe neither of them ever gave up on bringing you back, but, in many ways, they also moved on to build new lives.”

You made a small pause, in case she wanted to say something, but Carter only gave you a nod, encouraging you to continue. It was impossible to look away from her eyes, or to keep anything hidden when she stared at you with such intensity. Even in silence, sitting still, she emanated a power that kept you talking.

“A few years after the war, Rogers and Stark started an intelligence agency to keep the world safe from threats we could barely understand. They named it S.H.I.E.L.D., because of you. That is the agency I work for, directed by Nick Fury.” There was something poetic in the way that same agency ended up being the reason Peggy Carter was back, but it wasn’t your place to point that out. “Rogers never stopped fighting, even without the suit. He was a legendary agent, working along with James Barnes until they retired. They were also together for the rest of their lives.”

That was the piece of information you feared would break Carter’s heart, but she had a bright smile after hearing that.

“That suits them. All of them.” The joy in her voice sounded so sincere, and you couldn’t help but ask.

“Were you and Rogers… Together? It is said so in the official files, but…” In your studies, you sometimes wondered if their relationship was just a myth, maybe a publicity stunt to humanize the fallen super soldier. It was your job to question the data, but you had never paid that possibility much attention until now.

Instead of being offended by your invasion of her privacy, Carter laughed so lightly and freely that you felt your cheeks getting warm.

“Oh, darling, Steve Rogers had a heart too big to have only one soul mate. He was the love of my life, yes, and I was the love of his, but not the only one. A love so beautiful and dedicated is supposed to be shared. Of course I’m sad I didn’t get to share the rest of his life with him, but I’m relieved to know that he and Bucky had each other. And that’s not to say I’m a being of such virtue that I’m above jealousy. I felt jealous of Steve alright, many times, but I could never be jealous of him with Buck. They fit well together and they were good for each other. They were real, just as Steve and I were. Steve deserved to be loved through a lifetime. I’m grateful that he was.”

Carter’s eyes shined with tears, but she didn’t allow any to fall. Maybe she would let herself grief for the lost possibilities later, but for now she was handling such an emotional journey with more elegance than you thought possible. It didn’t seem to be an act at all. On the contrary, what touched you the most was the honesty in her words. That selflessness of being genuinely happy to hear of how her soul mate lived on without her, in love with someone else, told you more about Peggy Carter than any history book ever had. And that’s how she reacted right after being thrown into the next century, coming directly from a war and landing in a world she didn’t recognize.

“I don’t think history ever made you justice, Captain. The general public thinks of you as a hero, but they’re so far from knowing the person behind the suit... You know, it’s very nice to meet you.” You couldn’t help but sharing a bit of what was on your mind. To that moment, your hero was turning out to be even better than your daydreams, and it was only fair to let her know so.

At that, she gave you a big smile and your heart skipped a beat. You would have a hard time sharing an apartment with this woman.

“You are far too kind to me. To be honest, they never showed much interest on me, suit or not, until I went against official orders and started throwing tanks around and fighting the battles that needed to be fought. I am more concerned about what I am able to achieve, regardless of how they will see me. And there’s no need to call me Captain, Y/N. Heavens, we live and work together now and you’re my guide to modern life. Peggy is fine. And it’s nice to meet you too.” She took the initiative to get a slice of chocolate cake, already making herself at home. You had the feeling that her adaptation to this world wouldn’t be too difficult, all things considered. Peggy Carter would take whatever she was given and make more of it than anyone imagined possible.

“As you wish, Peggy. Speaking of that, there’s a lot I think you’ll like to see about life now. What else are you curious about?” You took your own slice of cake, trying to feel at ease in this conversation. You couldn’t be on high alert whenever Carter was around if she was going to be around all the time, but that was easier said than done. Your responsibilities here were enormous and, to be frank, you were determined to be your best self and impress her, even if just a bit. Maybe telling her about the wonders of nowadays technology would do the trick.

“I am curious about everything. I can’t wait to know all about the development of science, or what I missed in seven decades of sociopolitical turmoil, but there’s one more person I’d love to hear about before we get to that. You mentioned Howard moving on with his life, didn’t you? What exactly was that little menace up to while I was gone?”

Now, that was a rich topic of conversation.

“Well, Stark continued his research with the Tesseract and with many other projects, sometimes along with the US government, and he built a billionaire empire. Weapons, all sorts of technology, wild parties. The man had everything. He has a son, Tony, who inherited the tech, the money and the brains, but with a stronger inclination to heroism. You see, Tony Stark built himself a supersuit, partially inspired by his father’s Hydra Stomper, but with a larger variety of uses. It’s said that Steve Rogers was a sort of mentor to him, but I couldn’t get Stark to talk a lot about it when I interviewed him.”

You couldn’t tell which part made Peggy more excited. She nodded along as you listed Howard Stark’s achievements, as if it was all expected, and her eyes got wider when you told her about his son. When you mentioned Rogers, she almost jumped in her seat. She was already invested, but dropping that name sealed the deal.

“Fury gave me this.” She took two business cards out of her pocket. “It has his telephone number and Barton’s too. Could I use your telephone to call him? I would like to meet this Tony Stark, and I bet Fury would be able to reach him.” 

Giving Director Fury a call from your cellphone felt strange, but how could you deny Peggy that? If the Director gave her the number, he wanted her to be able to reach him, right? 

Instead of dialing yourself, you showed Carter how to use the phone. She looked like a kid on Christmas whenever she was given access to new technology. You would make sure she got a cellphone of her own soon so you could show her everything the device could do. 

She called Fury and you waited as they talked for less than two minutes. Peggy handed you the phone when she was done, with a smile that said she got what she wanted.

“So, what did the Director say?” You asked, anxious to know the outcome of the call.

“We’re meeting Tony Stark tomorrow at 2pm in his tower. Was it him who named it Stark tower or is that Howard’s doing?” She narrowed her eyes a bit, still smiling.

“The tower was built by Tony, so I think we can’t blame Howard for that one.” You joked. “Are you meeting Fury at S.H.I.E.L.D. before you two go to Stark’s?”

“Oh, Fury is not going. He booked the meeting for you and me, if you would like to accompany me.” Peggy sounded hesitant, as if she had just considered that you might not want to join her on that plan. 

"You’re asking me if I wish to be there when Captain Carter meets Tony Stark? Please, if I didn’t get the chance to be a part of that exchange, I would beg you for a detailed retelling as soon as you got home.” 

Your reply made Peggy laugh once more, and you were getting used to that sound very quickly.

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Making Daddy Proud

Stepdad!Duncan x Female Reader

After moving in with your estranged mother and her new husband, Duncan Shepherd, you started to grow very close to your new stepdad. The two of you had a great relationship and he was doing his best to be a good father figure for you, knowing you missed your dad so much. But there was a problem, you found yourself insanely attracted to him and were starting to notice little things indicating he might feel the same way.

Warnings: very inappropriate relationships, Stepfather/stepdaughter relationship, Cheating is ofc implied, 20+ year age gap, daddy kink, unprotected sex (but I kinda imagined the reader to be on birth control so is okie😌) fingering (female receiving), choking, vaginal sex, oral (male receiving) and face fucking😃

Notes: Okie sooo I know some people will hate this fic and ofc I understand that, but if you do hate it then please don't send me any hate!! just don't read it🖤 anywayss I got dis ask saying "Concept: Stepdad Duncan x naive reader😉" nd omg i LOVE the whole concept of Stepdad!Duncan sm, like if you've been in the fandom for a while you'll probably know the fic "The Hand That Robs the Cradle" by Langdonsrapture nd that fic was my holy grail when it came out!! so you know I just had to go all out here nd get carried away writing it hehe:')

word count: 5.4k

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The opportunity to study political science at American University in Washington DC had been one you simply couldn’t pass up on, but unfortunately it meant moving away from your father to stay closer to campus grounds. You knew it was worth it in the long run, I mean you had been waiting on this chance for years and wanted to make your father proud, but you would miss him.

He was never home too much, always busy working, but he meant the world to you. It had been just the two of you for a long time now. Your mother had moved away once their divorce finalised 7 years ago, impulsively leaving you in his custody as she ran off and gallivanted around the world, meeting all sorts of interesting men she would tell you about.

Luckily for you, she had settled down with one of those interesting men in DC recently, and upon discovering your acceptance into the prestigious university she had offered you a place to stay whilst you studied.

It was a frightening move to make, but staying with your mother in DC had actually been pretty interesting. You hadn’t spent time with her in so long and it had been nice to catch up with her, I mean sure she had been a little distant, but that was expected with having not spent any real time with her in so long.

You were just grateful she had let you stay with her in the first place, thinking she would have probably preferred to be left alone with her new husband, Duncan Shepherd.

They had been married about four months when you moved in and from what you could see, things were going well; especially considering she had sprung the engagement on everyone pretty fast. You were just happy knowing she was happy.

Though you had only met the man in question once before moving in, he really seemed like a perfect partner. He didn’t have a single obvious flaw to him, but see that was the problem. He was completely flawless to you.

You had tried to find things you didn’t like about him, even just tiny things, thinking hating him would be far better than thinking of him the way had been, but no matter what you did, you just couldn’t seem to fault him. And the longer you stayed with them, the worse your little problem became.

You weren’t 100% sure of how old he was. You only knew he was in his early to mid forties. But being at least 20 years your senior, you knew he was definitely old enough to be fulfilling the role he was as your stepfather. It felt strange to have a new stepdad at the age of 20, (almost 21) but it was even stranger with you being so blindly attracted to him.

And it wasn’t even just his looks. Though, yes, they were quite the spectacle, it was more than that. He was confident and cocky, always knowing exactly what to do and say to make the people around him do whatever he wanted them to. He could make you laugh until your stomach was in cramps, and not just through telling dad jokes. Charisma rolled off of him in waves.

He was intuitive and crafty; smart to put in plainly. And his interests appeared to be more intellectually based than anything else, which was quite the opposite of your mother, so it baffled you as to how your mother had managed to snatch him up so easily in the first place.

Now it’s not that you were jealous, really. It was more that you didn’t understand how these two polar opposite personality’s had ended up colliding together in the manner that they had.

Whenever the three of you would sit and have an evening meal together, Duncan always made you feel welcomed in the conversation, which was a great comfort to both you and your mother, being the relationship you had was so strained. Because of this and the fact you both had quite a lot in common when it came to your interests, Duncan and you had become almost good friends in the small time that you had been living there.

It was obvious he was doing his best to be some kind of fatherly figure to you. knowing that you were missing your actual dad, he did his best to help you with the things he knew your dad usually would. Whether it was school work or just having someone to joke with from time to time. He was there.

Sometimes when he was there, though, you felt like maybe, just maybe, he felt something more too. Such as the moments where his stares would linger on your form for just a little too long, or the way he would sometimes fix your hair for you if it had strayed across your face the wrong way. Just small things he did that fatherly figures didn’t typically tend to do with their daughters; especially when his wife, your mother, was right there. Sure, she seemed oblivious to it, but you certainly weren’t.

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Taking your now lukewarm cup of coffee from the breakfast bar counter, you brought it to your lips and gulped the bitter liquid down, fighting viciously to stay alert. It was nearing 3am and you had been writing for hours. Concentrating was no longer your most favourable asset and your half lidded eyes were growing wearer by the minute, but you just had to finish this paper.

It was 17 percent of your grade and due in two weeks. A persuasive essay on propaganda within the current American political climate and you had been slowly working at it for weeks, but you knew if you left it hanging over your head any longer it would drive you insane.

Sitting back in the stool you resided on, you took quick solace in the many noises coming from the ajar kitchen window, listening to a low rumble of thunder, accompanied by the constant pitter patter of rain falling from the gloomy DC sky above. It had been hot and humid all week, eventually cultivating into large clouds that had now given in, spilling out showers for almost the entire day past.

You recalled all the time you’d spent by the pool with your mother and Duncan in the past week, enjoying the current heatwave by sunbathing next to it on one of the many loungers. The house was kind of set up like a hotel that way. With Duncan always needing to be prepared for any events he may have to hold for his company’s business associates or press, he had furnished the home with what was to the three of you, unnecessary seating and tableware; amongst other things.

You stirred, returning your eyes back to the last few lines you had written and attempted to go over them in your head, but quickly realised you couldn't even manage that without stumbling over them or jumbling the words up beyond comprehension.

Abruptly interrupting your confused stream of thought, was the kitchen door groaning open. So with a frown plastered to your face, you shot your head up to recognise the intruder. But your frown was quickly blown away at discovering that it was Duncan who had entered the balmy room, and he was in more glory than you had ever seen him.

You had seen his silhouette whilst he showered before. Having gone into his and your mother’s shared bedroom whilst searching for earrings, you had seen him through the whited out, frosted glass of the on-suit bathroom door. But this was something entirely different. This was him, stood in kitchen doorway with nothing on but his grey Calvin Klein boxers.

“Y/N? I didn’t know you were still up.” He quirked a brow at you, wondering why you were still sat in the kitchen so late at night. You swallowed deeply at the sight of him. Your eyes magnetised to his body, dilating with such a sultry image before them. Pulling your eyes back up to his face, you hoped he hadn’t seen their little detour down to his crotch.

“Uhm.. i’m, uh.. w-working on an essay.” Fuck! He’ll definitely know how nervous you are now. You looked away from him, too embarrassed to face him and cringing at your own attempt to speak. “It’s due in next week and I wanted to get it finished.” Okay that’s better, you thought. Maybe he’ll just think you’re just too tired to have a proper conversation or something.

“Oh, right,” he trailed off, looking you up and down a bit as he walked further into the room. You watched the back of his head as he opened the fringe, holding it open and scanning the contents of it. Deciding on a small bottle of water, he retrieved it from the middle shelf before closing the door and walking over to lean on the opposite side of the counter from you.

He didn’t seem too bothered by the fact he was practically undressed in front of you. Of course, you weren't complaining, but it was interesting. You tried to think of something else you could add to your open word document, wanting to distract yourself from his displayed body. But thinking as hard as you possibly could, your mind still brought you nothing.

You awkwardly pulled at the sleeve of your oversized ‘American University” sweater and hoisted it back up onto your shoulder. It had ridden down your arm whilst you were aggressively fiddling with your fingers - a nervous habit you had developed in your early teens. People would often point it out to you, but it was just one of those things you couldn’t stop doing.

There was a deafening silence stuffed between the two of you. So looking around the room, you tried to focus on anything in your line of vision that wasn’t him. It was just too hard seeing him like; his plump lips wrapped around the bottle’s mouth as he drank, his sleepy un-styled curls falling just above his perfectly manicured brows and wearing nothing but those fucking grey boxers. He was making it unbearably hard not to stare.

Deciding to speak, you cleared your throat. “So did you just wake up? Or could you not sleep?”

“Just couldn’t sleep. I kept thinking about the most random shit.. and you know how your mom is, she snores a lot.” He chuckled. His eyes never leaving you, beginning to feel as if they were boring holes into your soul as you kept full eye contact with him.

“Yeah, that must get pretty annoying.” You nodded slowly, thinking about how many nights you had spent wide awake when you were younger, all due to her roaring, loud snores passing through the paper thin walls of your childhood home.

“It does.” A smile played on his lips, taking another swig of water before speaking again. “so what’s the essay about?”

“It’s that one I was telling you about a few weeks ago, if you remember. it’s a persuasive on propaganda within the current American political climate.” You reminded him of the conversation you had about it when he dropped you off to class one morning not too long ago. The two of you often carpooled together, with the University campus being so close to his office, it made for an easy drive on the days he was needed in.

You guys would listen to playlists together on the drive and make fun of each others music taste, that was when you weren’t too busy being amazed by how similar they could be.

“Are you struggling with it? I mean, it is getting pretty late now.” He turned to check the clock which hung on the wall behind him, then looked back at you questioningly.

Duncan was good at helping you with this kind of thing. He was extremely well versed in politics, with his family’s background and all. Your mom had told you he used to be very involved with the white house, saying when he was younger he even went to prison for a short time before president underwood had pardoned him.

“I just can’t concentrate, but I really need to get it done or it’ll stress me out.” You lifted your bare feet up onto the stool seat, your knees coming up to your chest so you could rest your chin on them. You were only wearing panties with the sweater, it being too hot to wear anything more.

“Can I come over and check it?” He closed his bottle of water, tightening the lid with his muscular arms as he spoke. You had almost forgot he wasn’t wearing much before he said this, but watching him screw the bottle cap on as he asked to could come round to your side of the counter? It had you weak for him all over again.

“Uh.. yeah, course.” He padded his bare feet over the white, tiled flooring towards you, placing the bottle down on the counter and moving behind you to read the most recent paragraphs you had written. His hand was stretched over to the other side of you, resting on the edge of the breakfast bar as the skin of his arm grazed across your back.

Even with you being sat on such a tall stool, he still managed to tower over you. His hight was usually intimidating as it was, but with the added factor of him being almost completely undressed it was even worse. A small waft of air blew his expensive cologne towards you, creeping past your nostrils and possessing your senses completely before you started to feel his breathe on your upper neck. It wasn’t heavy, but it was enough to make your cunt start pulsating.

You were disgusted by yourself. He’s your mother’s husband! And your Stepdad! What the fuck was wrong with you? You could only imagine what people’s reactions would be if they knew of the truly sinful thoughts you had about him, and you hated yourself for it.

He was your type, yes. A rich, older man who wasn’t actually an asshole, and they were hard to come by, but that wasn’t relevant. You needed to control yourself. No matter how hard that may be.

“What you have so far is really good. Your argument is strong and as always with your work, it’s written well. You’re smart, Y/N. It’s impressive.” He humoured himself with a scoff, his voice interrupting your lewd thoughts.

You blushed at his compliment, hiding your face behind your knees slightly and looking up at him. “Thanks, Duncan.” You knew he was just trying to be a good dad figure to you, but you couldn’t help being attracted to the way he was so caring for you. Maybe it’s fucked up, but it’s not your fault all you need is an older man’s approval to become turned on.

“I mean it.” He looks so sincere as he talks to you. His face would be intimately close to yours if you hadn’t hidden it from him earlier. You notice his eyes flicker down to your lips for a split second, and then back up to your eyes again. His stare no longer felt friendly, but more.. lustful. Were you crazy or was he really doing this?

Suddenly he looks away from you, moving his eyes back to the laptop’s screen. “Maybe you should just get some sleep. I know you said it’ll stress you out, but if you get some rest you’ll be able to get back into it tomorrow with better concentration.” He does his best to steer the conversation back to where is once was, reminding himself that you’re his fucking step daughter and that he has a beautiful wife sleeping just upstairs.

“I know that, its just..” You sighed, blinking up at him. You brought your legs back down you hang over the edge of the seat, but you couldn’t stop thinking about how close he was to you, wanting to do nothing more than to drape your arms behind his neck an-.

“Nope I won’t listen to it. From what I can see it’s an incredibly strong piece of work already, so just go get some sleep and come back to it in the morning, okay sweetheart?” He laughed a little, looking down at you again.

That nickname. Sweetheart. He called you it all the time and yet it always managed to take your breath away. But the thing is, he usually wasn’t this close to you when he did. So when you squeezed your legs together and bite down on your bottom lip, doing your best to ease the overwhelming desire you felt for him in that moment, there was no way he hadn’t seen it.

You were frozen staring at him, his face static and unreadable. You hoped he didn't choose to shout at you for how repulsive your behaviour was, or maybe he would kick you out? Your mind began spiralling, wrapping itself in intricate knots as you held your breath, awaiting a reply from him.

“Do you like that? When I call you sweetheart.” His voice was deep, sultry and dripping with desire. Shock coursed through you. That was definitely not what you had expected him to say. He seemed even larger now, his confidence making you feel small in comparison as your mind scrabbled to find the words you were supposed to use in your current predicament, but it never found any.

"You like it when daddy gives you nicknames?” He moved his hand up and delicately grasped the skin where your neck met your jaw, his eyes half lidded with lust. Your heart was beating so fast now and your breathing had grown shallow. You were so lost for words, only able to whimper out a weak “yes” before looking down to his boxers, trying to avoid his eyes but still wanting him just as much as he now appeared to want you.

He lifted your chin and kissed you roughly, drinking in your lips as if you were the water he had ventured down stairs for all along; and you began to wonder if you perhaps were. Maybe you were what he had been craving, just as you had been craving him.

He pulled the stool closer to him with his spare hand, leading you to wrap your legs around his torso as you tangled your tiny fingers through his sleep rustled hair. It was passionate. His kiss was sloppy, yet perfectly executed as his tongue slipped past your lips to glide over your own. His greying stubble dug into your skin, burning it with pure contact.

You parted to breath; and for just a moment, though it felt like hours, you stared into each others eyes with a ferociously neither of you could nor wanted to tame.

He tuts. “You really shouldn’t drink so much coffee little one, it’s not good for you. And it’s all I can taste.” He couldn’t help but reprimand you for the little habit, he had just gotten so used to doing it over the past three months, and using it to tease you sounded even more appealing.

You opened your mouth to speak, but were cut off when he lunged at you again, kissing you viciously. He began to move his hands all across your body, his fingertips grazing over every inch of you they possibly could as he started to undress you, pulling your oversized sweater above your head and taking handfuls of your breasts. He was kneading them, leaning down to kiss and suck on them whilst he watched you throw your head back, completely enthralled by him.

You were taken aback by how quick things had escalated, your sense of control had deteriorated far too rapidly and was ebbing away even further with each little kiss he left on your skin.

His large hand slid down to your panties, playing with the lacy bow that was centred on the waist band. He hovered his hand over your heat, cupping it and feeling just how sticky you had become for him. You let out a moan, all sense of wrong and right leaving you completely as you uttered a soft “Daddy” and ground your cunt into the palm of his hand.

“That’s right. So desperate for daddy.” He mused, ripping your thin underwear off and dropping it down onto the floor beneath you. Bringing his face to yours again, your noses bumped and leant on each other for some kind of purchase, the both of you watching his hand as he rubbed his fingers through your folds, gathering a fair amount of slick on them before pressing two inside you.

“Ahh!!” You let out a moan, it was louder than you expected and reminded you of what was really going on here. Having been too caught up in the moment, you hadn’t even thought about how being complete fucking naked with your step father between your legs would look if your mother had decided to come downstairs.

“Ah, ah, shh baby. We don’t wanna get now caught do we?” His breathe was hot on your lips, whispering as to not alert anyone. “So tight.”

You whispered back. “I’m sorry daddy, it was an accident- mmph!” You muffled your moan.

“That’s it. Who’s my good girl?” He lay a gentle peck on you lips, only stopping as to allow you to answer his question.

“I am daddy!! I’m your good girl!” You spoke with urgency, but did your best to keep the volume low, which was quite the struggle in between moans. Duncan could see this, so he pressed your lips together. Kissing you into a muffled silence.

You felt his spare hand on your neck, squeezing it just enough for you to still breathe okay when he pulled away from your mouth, moving his lips to the shell of your ear and biting the lobe. He murmured in your ear. “Do you know how hard it was, this week? Having to sit there next to your mom at the poolside and see you just lying there like that?! That fucking bikini. It took everything in me not to cum right there.”

His fingers were moving slowly, going in deep and curling up against your g spot, making you cry out and lean on his shoulder, biting it to keep yourself quiet. he started to rub your clit in hard circles. He was so experienced. It was mind-blowing.

“Would it have served you more pleasure to know, I only wore it for you?” It was true, you had only worn it for him and it had obviously worked. You certainly had his attention now. He growled at this, pulling his fingers out and slapping your cunt.

He yanked your neck closer to him, speaking down to you. “Just for that? Get on your fucking knees.” As soon as he let go of your throat you were climbing off the stool and onto the floor. The heat of the room, and of your acts too, made the marble tiling feel like ice pressed onto your flushed skin. But you didn't care.

You watched him pull his boxers down, cock springing free, adjacent to his stomach. Never having been with anyone of this size before, you had never seen a cock this big. You reached out and touched it, feeling just how hard he was. He hissed at the contact, looking down at you as you watched his facial expressions with wide eyes.

You played with it in your hand, stroking it with one and palming his balls with the other. He stroked his fingers through your hair, giving you a reassuring look as you licked the tip. The salty taste hit your tongue, making you crave his cock even more. So without another second going to waste, you took him into your mouth as far as you could.

“Ahh fuck!” You began bobbing your head, your eyes fixed on him as a groan left his lips. He was watching you intently, threading his fingers through your hair and onto your scalp to get a good grip on your head. You let your jaw go loose, knowing what he was about to do and preparing yourself for it.

He started thrusting his hips into your face, his cock hitting the back of your throat with almost every shove. You had honestly impressed yourself, I mean you knew you gave good head, but taking a cock this big as it fucked into your throat was something to be proud of.

“Mmm that’s it sweetheart.” Your stomach fluttered at his approval. The gagging noises you were making giving him even more pleasure. “You just wanna make daddy proud, don’t you princess?” You mumbled a wet “yes daddy” around his cock, sending sweet vibrations through it as he pushed himself as far as he could into your throat.

You couldn't even fathom how this was happening. You had pictured this moment late at night with a vibe pressed to your clit far too many times to count, so it finally happening was something hard to comprehend. Somehow he looked even more handsome from down on your knees than you had ever imagined he would. His stubble contouring his face perfectly with the ‘o’ his lips were forming.

Suddenly pulling you off of him, you gasped out for oxygen and tried to wipe away some of the saliva dribbling down your chin. It was like a snapshot from one of Duncan’s wet dreams. You looked so incredibly fucked out. He thought it was beautiful.

“Come on little one, stand up. Daddy wants to fuck that tight little pussy of yours.” You moaned as he talked down to you, stroking his calloused thumb over your bottom lip and pulling it down just to watch it bounce back up again.

You stood up, finally wrapping your arms around his shoulders like you had wanted to all this time. He pulled you in for a kiss, one much slower than the rest, communicating something more to you than just pure sexual carnality. His embrace was comforting, making you feel protected and small in his arms.

His hands grabbed at your ass as he picked you up, sitting you back down onto the bar stool and adjusting the hight while his lips stayed connected to yours. Once the seat was low enough for his liking, he picked up your thighs, shelving them onto his hips and laying you back just enough so that you could lean on the backrest.

The room was sweltering, your body hot against his and anticipating having him buried inside you was getting too much to handle. He dragged his cock through your lips, teasing your clit and moving back down to almost enter you, but he never would. Just wanting to get you all worked up and loving the way you would squirm when he did.

“Daddy.. please.” You steadied yourself by holding on to the sides of the seat, hoping he would end his tournament and fuck you already.

He slid the head barely into you. “Hmm… Since you were so polite, suppose daddy should reward you.” He spoke calmly before snarling and stuffing himself into you, pushing as deeply as he physically could. He felt your walls clamp around him as he set his pace. It was a lot. Having never taken a cock this big and the fact he didn’t even let you adjust, you couldn’t help but wail out.

He shot his hand up to cover your mouth, needing to keep you quiet and seeing you clearly couldn’t do it yourself. “Wouldn’t want to wake up mommy now, would you baby?” you attempted to utter a “No daddy”, but his hand kept your lips glued shut.

He fucked you. Like really really fucked you. He was making the stool shuffle underneath you, the powerfulness of his thrusts causing you to slide down in the seat. The only reason you didn’t slip off completely being the barbarian hold he had on your hips.

It actually surprised you how rough he was. A pleasant surprise, of course, but he had been so delicately caring towards you since becoming your step father and now here you were, receiving the best of both worlds.

The closer you grew to your high, the more incoherent your thoughts became. His eyebrows were scrunched together, lips trembling as he picked you up off the seat and held you closer to him. Supporting your ass, his hips ricocheted up and off yours as he tried desperately not to yell out.

His thumb was brought back down to your clit as he pressed you up against him, swiping at it hellishly, trying to hurry up your release upon feeling your legs begin to quiver; and knowing his own was approaching rapidly.

“That’s it sweetheart, come around daddy’s cock… Gonna cum so fucking deep inside your cunt. Would you like that?” You could see a thin line of perspiration cascading down his cheekbone, he was almost breathless and his thrusts were messier now.

“Yes da-AHH!“ you whipped a hand up to your face, holding your mouth shut as you came. You dug the hand you had placed on his shoulder deep into his skin and was quickly reminded of his marriage to your mother. You hoped you hadn't left any nail indents she might see.

You felt his hot seed spurt onto your walls as he rested his head on yours, mouth open wide and letting out a silent groan. His release was long and powerful. The both of you were left panting, the only noise in the room being your own breaths and a small creak from the stool when he softly set you down onto it.

He pulled out, your mixed juices gushing out of you along with the sexual haze you had been overcome with. The severity of what you had just done began to settle in. His head still resting on yours as you started freaking out, contemplating what would happen if your mother was to ever find out what had just occurred.

You wrapped your arms around his back, needing his comfort and squeezing him in an urgent hug, which he returned. his fingers stroked the sweaty skin of your back, trying to ease the thoughts he too had running through his mind. He lifted your chin up, the look he had in his eyes telling you everything would be okay.

Kissing you cautiously, he savoured the feeling of your lips on his and prayed he would get a chance to feel them again. “Are you okay?” He whispered

You didn’t really know if you were. On one hand, that was something you had wanted for a long time and it had been far better than you ever imagined, but on the other you had just helped your stepfather cheat on your mother. “I don’t know. I think so.”

He stood up, grabbing your sweater and panties, handing them to you before putting his boxers back on. “Well, at least that paper won’t seem like such big problem now.” He chuckled, doing his best to find humour in a humourless situation.

You giggled a little, hurrying to throw on your sweater and being reminded of how he had ruined your panties. “True. Now this can hang over my head instead.” You wiped any left over salvia you had on your face onto your sleeve and thought about how you would probably need to shower after this. “At least the sex was worth it, right?”

He sent you a dark smirk, picking up his bottle of water and walking towards the kitchen door. “It was. hopefully it'll be just as good next time too.” You opened your mouth, faking shock at his confidence as you watched him open the door.

“Goodnight Y/N” He gave you one last look as he sauntered through the door, getting ready to close it behind him and leave you alone in the kitchen with no one but your thoughts. The thoughts of your acts. Remembering all the little moments you had just shared together.

In that last moment before he left, you struck eye contact with him, chewing your inner lip and speaking.

“Goodnight, daddy.”

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Thank you sm for reading!🥺🖤

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📕BTS Fic Reads - 2020 August

Okay so I’m such a hoe for fics that I probably have about a hundred on queue but I can’t help appreciate all the works that these awesome writers put here on Tumblr and AO3. 

Here’s my attempt to organize my readings - though if my mood fluctuates, I’d just end up going through my reblogged fics for reading or sorting through my watchlist of ongoing/incomplete fics/series

✅ -  done reading   | S (smut) F (fluff) A (angst)

🥕[Ongoing Series - to check weekly]🥕

Dangerous Pairing @nightowls388 - KNJ |  supernatural  au, fantasy au, forbidden romance

[2/?] “Whether you’re a vampire or werewolf, love is still love. Betrayal is still betrayal.”    

Queen Cobra @fantasybangtan - KTH | mafia au, undercover au, arranged marriage, enemies to lovers, thriller, s, f,a

[8/?]  when your boss offers the chance to take down the nation’s most lucrative gang from the inside out, you know you’ll do it no matter what the cost… even if that means entering an arranged marriage with the kingpin himself.

Arranged by obiwrites (AO3) - JHS | arranged marriage, unrequited love, angst, pining, jhs in love with someone else

[19/?] If you thought entering an arranged marriage with the person you love would be a dream, you were in for a rude awakening. Jung Hoseok was far from the doting husband you’d dreamed of and most of it could be chalked up to the fact that he was in love with his best friend. And you are without a shadow of a doubt, not her.

Image, Bad Boy @kittentaegu​ - JJK | badboy, fwb, angst, smut, more angstttt (I binge-read on this for the angst), adorable JJK when he’s not an fboi

[14/?] I chose to read this on AO3. Incomplete, but Ch 14 had such a satisfying ending -  When by chance you walk in on the school’s infamous bad boy, not once, but two different times in one day; your life quickly spirals out of control.

I’ll Sue You, Min Yoongi by hosexi (AO3) - MYG |  neighbors, enemies to lovers, angst, smut, lawyer!reader

[9/10] Yoongi is the neighbor from hell

Whiskey Neat and Whisking Trips by lacielre (AO3) - KTH | comedy, fake dating au, baker!reader, veterinarian!taehyung, funny 😂🤣, ex!Jin

[2/4]  This is a story about the night you poured your heart out to your ex outside his apartment building as a stranger yelled at you to “shut the fuck up,” and that stranger, who was just as wounded as you, was Taehyung, and he needed your help.

His Side, Her Side @scriptaed - JJK | he said, she said, f, a

[11/?] a collective snapshots in time shared between two, whose fates were undeniably intertwined and futures would never come to be  - one last chapter before series ends 😥

Black Swan @softlyjiminie - PJM | professional dancer, enemies to lovers, fake dating, figure skating, s, f, a

[2/?] a life of skating was all you’d ever known, your heart craving the feeling of ice beneath your feet and the light brush of cool air against your skin under thousands of sparkling lights… what a shame, if only you’d known that one night, one accident could rip you from the life you’d grown to love, leaving your career in the unsteady hands of the prince of ballet, park jimin.

The Key to my Drawer @jjungkookislife - KTH | bestfriends to lovers, s, a

[10/?]  A key, a drawer, and a secret Taehyung planned to take to the grave

The Nanny @jjungkookislife - KSJ| lawyer!seokjin, nanny!reader, single dad au

[2/?] Jin hires a nanny for his son, but when he hires you, he gets that and so much more

Acatalepsy @1kook - JJK |   survival au, apocalypse au, s, f

[2/?] Jungkook didn’t understand, and the longer he ponders it, he realizes maybe he never will. Some things are just better left unknown, he supposes. But that didn’t mean one had to face them alone. 

Aphrodite in War @jungblue - JJK | angst, exes au, fake dating au, roommates, sorority/frat wars, college au *this is really good 😍😍*

[2/?] Everyone knew about the war that had been brewing on the edge of campus for the past two years. Sorority versus Fraternity; a showdown for the ages. However, when the escalating antics between them yields the consequence of possible suspensions for both chapters, the presidents of each house must come together to try and figure out how to end this battle… Which is kind of hard, considering they were the ones responsible for it in the first place.

Palate Cleanser @btsmakesmehappy - KTH | agent au, fwb, strangers to lovers, s, f, a

[5/?] Part of The Company series -  Taehyung needs something to take his mind off his broken heart. His best friend, Jimin, suggests that he should meet another woman and the first woman he met was you. Would you help him even though you have your own problem, that you hate men?

Bad Guy @taehoneys - JJK | college au, fratboy au, badboy, good girl(?), 

[3/?] chose to read this on AO3 A certain video circulates the school after your big mistake and you never do mistakes, but you did this time…a big one: J e o n J u n g k o o k

Good Girl Series:  Good Girl || Sweet Girl || Smart Girl || Brave Girl  @bonny-kookoo - JJK |  good girl au, bad boy au, roommates, established relationship, s, f, a

[5/?]  Jeon Jungkook was known to have a specific type when it came to his partners; tall, gorgeous, dominant and older. When a new girl answers to his ad online searching for a roommate, he didn’t quite expect such an innocent being to turn up at his doorstep And what he definitely didn’t expect was his growing interest in her and the feeling of having her under him, all submissive and ready to be ruined. 

Agent of Love @ppersonna - JJK |  social media au, agent au, s, f, a

[1/?] as the FBI agent assigned to your phone, Jungkook keeps a diligent watch. he takes a special interest when you try your hand in online dating AND online sexting. desperate to keep you from bombing yet another potential date, Jungkook breaks his vow of silence to assist you in your plight to get laid.

Irregular Heartbeat @ppersonnakookies - MYG | social media au, surgeon!yoongi, intern!reader, 

[5/?] hot girl meets hot guy at a bar, lets him buy her a drink, then hooks up with him in the bathroom without even asking for his name. your typical friday night cliché. except for the fact that you’re a virgin, and the guy you drunkenly lose your v-card to is your superior at your new job.

Somewhere Only We Know @userseok - JJK | hybrid au, pining, angst, fantasy, smut

Prequel SOWK 1 SOWK 2 [being revised by author] Epilogue [to be posted]

you’ve been chasing after jungkook for years. after a harsh verbal altercation between both of you, you decide to leave him alone and pursue a relationship with someone who seems genuinely interested in you, thinking he would never return your feelings.

Elysee @ironicarmy - KSJ |  angst, drama, CEO!Seokjin, personal assistant

[1/?] Being the CEO of Korea’s largest fashion house is no easy feat. But to be the person behind the man, that being his assistant, is an even harder spot to maintain. In a company filled with affairs, bribery, deceit, lies and blackmail, you must struggle to survive and, eventually, climb your way to the top of the food chain. Seokjin, your boss, trusts you more than anyone, but when exactly does the line between friendly camaraderie blur with carnal desire? 

Beautiful Deception @jiminwreckedme​ - MYG? | mystery, thriller, ex!yoongi, angst, smut

[3/5] When your ex-boyfriend’s wife goes missing, you are the only one who can help him find her. But in a world where everyone is a friend and everyone is a culprit,  how will you find out what happened to the woman he loves?  Without falling for him all over again?

🥕[Completed AUs/Series/Drabbles -  to read]🥕

One Thing Right @hobios - JJK | fake marriage au, childhood friends, enemies to lovers, fluff, angst, slow burn, smut

01  02  03  04  05  06  07  08  09  ✅ (done, read it twice - this is just perfect ⭐ holy grail status)

Carousel @yoonia - MYG | mafia au, arranged marriage, heirs, CEO!Yoongi, suspense

Index: 16 Chapters & Epilogue | Drabbles and short stories |  Playlist |  Fan Edits

*a re-read this holy grail of a fic 🥰

Risk It @kookiesjoonies - JJK | social media au, exes to lovers, angst, smut ✅

Driving Me Wild @joonkookiemonster - JJK | demon prince!JJK, roommate au, comedy, fluff   ✅ (done reading, this is really cuuute 🥰)

Redefining Destiny @threeletterislife - JJK |  soulmates, enemies to lovers, mafia, fluff, crack, angst

01 02 03 04 05 06 07 (*have to read Yoongi’s story first*)

Rattled @gukslut - JJK | single dad au, angst, pining, enemies to lovers, neighbors, smut 

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three  Chapter Four   Chapter Five  Chapter Six  Chapter Seven  Chapter Eight Epilogue ✅(done)

*was reading this when it was ongoing, but stopped at Ch 5 (angst was too much for my heart 😢) - thrilled to binge-read this from the start 😍

Guarded @xjoonchildx - JHS | mafia au, enemies to lovers, slow burn, tsundere, smut

01 02 03 04 05 06 Epilogue  ✅

Never Falling @yoonia - PJM |  Enemies to Lovers!au, Singer!Jimin, non-idol!au, Assistant!reader, Smut, Angst, slow burn ✅(done)

Spellbound @minflix - PJM |  witches au (sort of based on the secret circle),  smut, comedy, fluff, light angst, enemies to lovers

Lie @yoon-kooks - PJM | angst, fluff, based on movie “Flipped”

0 // 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // 6 // 7 // 8 // 9 // 10 // 11 // 12 // 13 // 14 // 15 // 16 // 17 // FINAL

On the Sidewalk of Champ Elysees @taeramisu = KTH | journalist!KTH, exes to lovers, smut, angst, paris, slow burn

Little Monsters @yoon-bug - MYG | established relationship, unplanned pregnancy, s, f  ✅

Take One @taetaewonderland - MYG | pornstar!yoongi, fanfictionwriter, strangers to lovers, s, f ✅

The Habits of a Broken Heart @softykooky - JJK |  soulmates au, unrequited love, art student!JK, english student!Y/N, angst, fluff, subtle enemies to lovers  ✅(done)

Into the Wilderness @gukyi - PJM | camp counselor au, unrequited love, friends to lovers

Oops @honeyj00ns - JJK | love at first hear, comedy, fluff, smut, “ You don’t know who the wonderful voice singing in the shower is, but you need to know”  ✅

A Song Request @n8dlesoupguk - JJK | drabble, romance,  where you always listen to the same radio station and he lives in the apartment complex opposite of yours ✅

Oh My God, They Were (Quarantined) Roommates @ot7always - JJK | roommates, quarantined life, college, smut, fluff ✅

Your Favorite Cardigan in Summer Nights @prodkkyu - JJK | one shot, angst, high school sweethearts, exes au, summer fling  ✅

Crimson Park @heartbeatan - JJK |  mafia, boss!reader, mystery, angst

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 (Final) ✅

Pranks @mysecretatticsstuff - JJK | enemies to lovers, prank wars, angst, smut, fluff ✅

Too Long, Didn’t Read @fortunexkookie - KTH | college, writers, enemies to lovers, fluff ✅ (done reading, love love this)

You’ve Got Mail @minyoongijjangjjangmanboongboong - JJK |  Barista!Reader, Graphic Design Student!Jungkook, angst, ex-lovers, enemies to lovers  ✅ (done reading, love this)

Love at First Oink @glodenclosetau- KTH | social media au, neighbors, friends to lovers, piggies 🐽, romance, fluff, comedy ✅ (done - the cutest smau ever)

Sugar @seokjxnnie​ - MYG | ceo!yoongi, escort!reader, personal assistant, smut ✅

Amor Vincit Omnia @sunshyngal - MYG | Mafia au, arranged marriage, angst, violence, drama

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20  ✅

My Euphoria @beyochu​ - JJK | fake dating au, fluff, ceo!jungkook, florist!reader, romance  ✅ (done, really adorable)

All Aboard @ve1vetyoongi​ - KNJ | smut, officeworker!namjoon, enemies to lovers  ✅