#so pleaaaase. no one take this the wrong way

[jeongjinman]

Okay I'm sorry I need to rant about this for a second cos it's gonna bother me if I don't. The fact that some people try to imply that if you as a bi woman are into men who aren't traditionally masculine or men who are comfortable enough in their own masculinity that they are not afraid to dress in a gender non-conforming way (or god forbid you are into nonbinary people cos some of you still can't process the fact that bi people are into all genders) then you MUST be a lesbian and the man you are into is actually secretly gay cos he decided to dress differently once... The fact that these same people will act like they are so supportive of bi people and then try to go out of their way and convince you that you are in fact something else is just insane to me. I know exactly who I am and who I'm attracted to. I'm sure you do too. I'm not gonna go ahead and start making posts about how I think you aren't actually a lesbian cos you find some male celebrity attractive (for the record I definitely don't think that I just couldn't think of another example) And if I realize down the line that I'm actually lesbian then that's fantastic! But that'd be for ME to discover. For now I know exactly who I'm into and I know what I need and if you are not bisexual you don't get a say in what bisexuality is. It's that simple.

[jae-bummer]

Right Here With Me

Request: hi! :) i feel like #19 on your recent prompt list would really fit to seventeen’s hhu, specifically to mingyu or seungcheol.. i adore your writing, thank you for putting in so much effort 💌

Prompt:

19) Taking care of your tipsy bias.

Pairing: Seventeen S.Coups x Reader

Genre: Fluff

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You jumped as Seungcheol slammed his hand on the table. "Sing with me."

You blinked up at him in surprise. He was shimmying from side to side with the karaoke mic in hand.

"Coups," you sighed, crossing your arms. "We really need to get you guys back home."

"Noooo," he pouted, now his turn to cross his arms. "It's so lonely at home. Here is the opposite of whatever lonely is."

You looked across the table to Vernon who seemed to be thinking over the antonym of "lonely." Turning your eyes to Wonwoo for help instead, he gave a small shrug before taking a long sip of his water. To his benefit, he had been about as many drinks in as the rest of the guys but had chosen to hydrate about an hour ago.

"Come oooon, Y/N," Mingyu cooed, swaying behind Coups with the other microphone. "One more song!"

"One more song!" Coups chanted. "One more song!"

It wasn't long before Vernon and Mingyu had joined the chorus. With their shouting still in the background, Seungcheol stepped toward you and reached out to play with a lock of your hair. His eyes were half lidded and his plush lips pulled up at one side. "Come on, baby."

Closing your eyes, you sighed. "Coups."

Plopping on the bench beside you, he coaxed you into his side, and placed a wet kiss on your temple. "Pretty please? I love you soooo much. Why won't you love me?"

"Why is it that he always feels it pertinent to confess to you when he's drunk?" Wonwoo muttered as he watched with lifted brows.

"I don't know," you hissed, fighting your way out of Seungcheol's arms. "And what does me loving you have to do with you singing another song?"

"Everything," he said with a stubborn nod.

Wonwoo wasn't wrong. This was often Seungcheol's MO. You were best friends, even closer than that even. He was like a limb at this point. If you lost him, you wouldn't know how to function. That being said, the two of you had never explored a romantic relationship. You were mostly afraid of ruining your friendship, and he seemed to only think about it when he was intoxicated.

"He's so going to regret this in the morning," Vernon cackled, falling back into his seat.

"If you loved me, you'd let me sing one more song," Coups whined. "I'll even sing OUR song."

"We have a song?" you muttered. "Since when do we have a song?"

"Since," Coups hiccuped. "I heard it and thought of you."

"That's hardly "our" song then." You couldn't help but chuckle, plus, you were very curious to hear what Coups thought of as "your song."

"Pleaaaase," he begged. Sticking out his bottom lip, he gave you puppy dog eyes.

"Fine," you gasped. "One more song and then I walk you home!"

An award-winning smile took over Seungcheol's face as he sprung up and toward the karaoke machine. Flipping feverishly through his options, he finally seemed to find what he was looking for. Spinning around, he pointed a finger at you.

"This is for you, Y/N," he said in a low voice. You weren't sure if he was trying to be sexy or funny.

"Oh, this is going to be good," Wonwoo chuckled, pivoting himself to get a better look at the front of the room. Vernon already had his phone out and set to record.

You took a deep breath as you heard the intro to the song. Surely this wasn't what you thought this was.

"I've been drinking, I've been drinking," he crooned. "I get filthy when that liquor get into me - I've been thinking, I've been thinking..."

"Holy shit," Vernon hissed in between laughs. "This is the best day of my entire life."

You wished you were a turtle. If you had a shell, you would have something to crawl into and die. What was he doing?

"WE BE ALL NIGHT! LOOOOOOVE! LOOOOOOVE!" Seungcheol and Mingyu screeched at the top of their lungs as they began to grind their hips into the air.

"Well," Wonwoo said with a wince as he stood from the table. "That's enough of that."

Taking the few steps to cross the room, he tapped gingerly on the karaoke tablet. Within seconds, the music turned off, and the boys were left screaming in the open air.

"Yah!" Coups gasped, after he realized. "What did you do that for?"

"Everyone, I did that for everyone," Wonwoo muttered, gathering his things. "We have an early schedule tomorrow. Let's get moving."

You never had feelings for Wonwoo, but you could honestly kiss him right now.

"You heard him!" you yelled, pulling yourself to your feet as well. "Let's get moving!"

..

"Why didn't you like my song?" Seungcheol hiccupped. You were easing him up the steps to his apartment, holding nearly all of his body weight in the process.

"I liked your song just fine," you cringed, another flight of stairs behind you.

"You looked miserable," he pouted. "Why don't you ever take my confessions seriously, Y/N?"

"Because you don't take your confessions seriously," you muttered. Furrowing your brow, you counted the numbers on the apartment doors until you found his. "What's your code this week?"

"I can't tell you," he slurred. "It's a se-se-secret."

Pinching the bridge of your nose, you fluttered your hand toward the door. "Type it in then."

Seungcheol hiccupped again before slumping in the direction of the doorframe. Cupping his hand around the keypad, he eyed you suspiciously. "This is for my safety."

"I know, Cheolie," you laughed. "I'm not arguing with you."

Glancing back to the keypad, he stumbled back a bit. Catching him by the shoulders, you waited for the door to unlock.

"Why are there so many numbers?" Coups sighed, leaning against the door again and poking at the lock. "Three two's? Which two is the right two?"

"Let me try," you hummed. "Can you tell me what your code is?"

"My manager said not to tell anyone. Not even my mom."

"And you can change it as soon as I leave," you sighed. "If we can't get in, you're sleeping on the door mat tonight. And that's not very safe, is it?"

"Why can't I stay with you?" he asked, his eyes brightening with the sudden idea.

"Because I am not hauling you downstairs again and then another three blocks," you grumbled. "The code, please Coups."

"I like it when you call me Cheolie," he pouted.

"Cheolie, my sweet bean," you said, trying to contain your exhaustion. "Will you please tell me the code?"

"Mmm," he hummed, wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling into your neck. "Is my birthday."

"Shocker," you breathed, rapidly typing in the lock code. The door made a small buzzing sound before chiming that you could enter.

Stumbling into his apartment, you flipped on the lights and popped off your shoes before heading to the kitchen. Seungcheol, on the other hand, toppled to the floor and began yanking at his shoes.

Scanning the cabinets, you found his most spill-proof tumbler and filled it with ice water. Judging by the muffled sounds of frustration in the entryway, he was still taking off his sneakers.

Turning the corner, you could only sigh. He looked like a toddler sorely in need of a nap. "They won't come off," he said quietly before looking up at you.

"Here," you said, handing him the water bottle. "Drink."

Doing as he was told, he gripped the bottle with both hands, and leaned back against the wall. You crouched down, making quick work of his shoelaces before you managed to finally free him.

"Let's get you to bed," you murmured, motioning for him to take your hand. He slid his palm into yours before easing himself up.

"How could I go from feeling so good to feeling so awful?" he muttered.

"Funny how alcohol will do that," you chuckled, walking with him to his bedroom. "Arms up."

Setting his drink on his desk, he lifted his arms into the air and allowed you to pull his hoodie from his torso. Losing balance after the motion, he toppled onto the mattress, pulling you with him.

"Hey!" you groaned, immediately trying to separate yourself.

"Stay with me," he said softly, tangling his arms and legs around you. "Please?"

He was always affectionate when he was drunk, and you knew that. You needed to shut it down now before your heart could coax you into staying a little longer.

"I have to go home," you whispered, still not willing your body to move. You tried not to be amused as Seungcheol began pulling blankets around you and tucking them in.

"You are home," he whispered. "Right here with me."

You felt an unwelcomed warmth spread through your chest. If he wasn't so cute this would be a lot easier.

"Seungcheol..."

"Seungcheol, Seungcheol, Seungcheol," he continued quietly, settling himself in beside you. "Why do you always give me reasons why you can't stay instead of just trying?"

A little voice inside the back of your head repeated the old adage, drunk minds speak sober hearts. Coups was only clingy when he had too much to drink, but he had always been tender with you. Whether sober or inebriated, he was your person. You had never allowed yourself to think past platonic soulmates...but maybe...

"You're drunk," you countered. You felt so small in bed next to him. He was comfort and safety, even with soju on his breath.

"And you're scared."

He couldn't see the code to get into the apartment, but he could sure see right through you.

"It doesn't matter what I am," you whispered. "You'll regret this in the morning."

"No, I won't," he insisted. "Because I'll wake up with you next to me and I'll remember that drunk me did hangover me a solid.

I want you here, Y/N."

"Because you're drunk."

"Because you're mine," he said softly. "You always have been."

"Have I?" you whimpered. At this point, you were scared to break the spell. Scared that he would sober up and kick you out of his bed.

"Mhm," he cooed, pulling you closer. After placing a light kiss on your forehead, he chose to set his cheek there. "And I won't let go. Not even if there's a fire."

Anything that looked blurry now could be settled in the morning. How could you leave after that?

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The Morning After

[spidybaby]

can we get a gavi the type pleaaaase i love your writing

Gavi the type

Summary: A compilation of the type of boyfriend I think Gavi would be ✨️

Warnings: none 🫶🏻

I feel like he's the type to somehow always mention you in a conversation. No matter if the conversation is about grass, he would find a way to mention you.

"I prefer pasta with not that much Parmesan cheese." Frenkie says.

"I'm more into a lot of cheese, like all the time." Ansu jokes, making some of the guys laugh.

They were at a restaurant, having a nice out time, not being able to do that much because of training and the season being super heavy.

"Well, for me it depends." Pablo says, thinking of the times when he orders pasta at a restaurant or when he eat it.

"Depends on what?" Pedri asks.

"Well if I'm trying for the first time the dish, I like to eat it with no cheese so I can taste it. But, for an example if I order some carbonara then I'm asking for extra cheese, my girlfriend also loves some extra cheese with her carbonara."

Raphinha erupts in laughs, making the others follow.

"What?" Pablo asks, confused about their reaction.

"You own me 50 euros, Raph." Pedri patts his back. "You just make me win some money."

"I don't get it."

"We made a bet, if you somehow mention your girlfriend in the first twenty minutes Raph, Frenkie and Robert owned me and Pedri."

"Assholes." he says, rolling his eyes smiling at the thought of them knowing he would mention you.

He's the type to be very clingy when you're alone and kinda serious when you're with other people. But don't get me wrong, in front of his family and his closest friends he was his normal touchy one. But while you're outside and there's cameras taking pictures of his every move, he's not the most confortable. (As we know his father said he's very shy)

"Let's go, pretty girl." he says, grabbing your hand to make you spin. "that dress is ufff" he whistle making you blush

"Well you look very handsome yourself mister Páez." you blow him a kiss.

"Mister Páez is my dad." he laughs. "But thank you miss." You both join his parents at the living room. All ready to go out.

He asked you to go with him to Sevilla for his vacations, you doubt it at first. Knowing your relationship was not that new but fresh enough to not know his parents. But Aurora helped him with getting you to say yes. So you did.

You both walk hand in hand outside of the residency where his house is. Aurora and you were talking about some dress she wanted.

The streets were pretty lonely, not that much people. Mostly older people. But as you walk closer to the restaurant you notice more and more people and they also began noticing Pablo.

He let go of you, thing he usually does when you were in public. He was very touchy when you were alone, even with his parents there. But in public he's more shy, specially because he knows people often takes pictures of him.

Once you got inside and seated, he took your hand again, kissing and caressing it with his tumb.

"Omg, do you ever let her go?" Aurora jokes, making you both blush and his parents laugh.

"It's young love, rora." Belen says, "and don't talk too much because Javi and you are just like that." She makes everyone laugh.

You understand his situation, appreciating that he wants to protect you as much as he can.

He's the type to invite you to every single match he plays.

He's the type to be a super supportive partner.

As a romantic partner is even better, because he would be involved in every step of any new project. Even when he's very busy with his football career, he's there for you.

"Are you sure about this?" he asks, confused about your abrupt decision. "I think you need to consider this a little bit more."

You were talking with him about college, you got a full scholarship into the University of Barcelona. Not sure if you wanted to go there you quickly threw the idea out. But when he found the letter they sent you, he was confused on why not even hear the whole proposal they offer you.

"I don't know, what if I'm not the right fit for this?" you say anxious about the whole thing.

"Don't say that, mi amor. You are the smartest person I've ever met."

"What if I'm not what they're looking for? what if I fail? I'm scared."

"Amor, please listen to me." he says, cuping your cheeks. "You're so smart, so hard working, such a good classmate and more. You're perfect for this, don't doubt it for a minute."

"You're the best, I love you."

"And I love you more."

He's the type to always kiss you, like everywhere (when you're in private, of course). There's like a thousand videos of him kissing the boys on the shoulder, on the cheek, on the head. He's a lover boy, he loves affection and loves giving affection.

"Are you ready to go?" He asks from outside the room. "We're going to be late, mi amor."

"I'm almost done. Can you help me here?"

He walks over to you, grabbing the necklace and clipping it for you.

"Let's go, pretty girl." He kisses your shoulder multiple times, moving from there to your neck and to your hair. "Princesa mía."

You smile at him, sending a kiss over the mirror. "Let's go."

You are on your way. He has his hands on yours, every red light he takes the opportunity to kiss it.

"Aurora, hola!" You hug her, saying your greetings while Pablo greets everyone else.

"You look amazing!"

"She always does." Pablo interrupts, hugging you by the waist and kissing your cheek. Making you blush.

He's the type to always post you on ig stories. I know he's very private and we all know he doesn't even control his insta post anymore, but I feel his stories are other thing, also he would only post you on his close friends.

He's on his phone all the time. We all see the barca videos of him on his phone. So I feel he's the type to always be in communication with you.

[savannahsdeath]

➶ CAN I HAVE THIS DANCE?

K. EVERDEEN

summary: you and katniss dance at the finnick&annie's wedding <3

warnings: alcohol and language but its pure flufff, katniss has a huge crush on you but she doesnt really understand her feelings untill...

a/n: pleaaaase let me know if u guys liked it and want more katniss:pp this is for my fav katniss lover (hi i know ur reading this anon !!)🩷

katniss was sitting opposite peeta, with you on her left side and haymitch on the other. she hoped she could stop him from drinking too much that way, but she eventually gave up. finnick was getting married, after all - that's something worth celebrating, and if his way of doing that is by drinking, then so be it. you couldn't care less. what you cared about, though, was taking her away from this table. she didn't look happy at all, not even bored, just... somehow out of place. of course, she smiled at you every one in a while. how could she not?

you were sitting there, the prettiest girl in her world, wearing the prettiest dress she ever saw, joking with peeta and already drunk haymitch. she heard you giggling and her heart melted. you made the girl on fire feel like she was really on fire, burning more and more with each of your moves. the point is, she was sure that's a bad feeling, yet she loved it. she was addicted to it.

but you were clueless.

she scraped her fork across the plate, making a sound which hurt your ears.

you propped your head on your hands. "what's wrong?" you frowned, trying to see through her.

she immediately smiled, shrugging her shoulders. "nothing's wrong."

"uh-huh..." you hummed, straightening up and tapping your nails on the table. your eyebrows furrowed, hoping she'll continue, but that was all she had to say.

she looked at the freshly married couple and her smile slowly faded away. once her gaze came back to you, you weren't in your place anymore. you now stood behind her and tapped her shoulder.

haymitch laughed, apparently predicting what you are up to. she also chuckled, before turning around to take your extended hand.

she stood up, her eyes drifting between your eyes and lips. "i'm not the best dancer" she admitted.

"we don't have to dance dance..." you reassured her, slowly making your way to the parquet, dragging her closely behind you.

once you got there, you loosely wrapped your hands around her neck, propping them on her shoulders. she hesitated before putting her own on your waist, but you moved a little closer, making it less awkward.

"so, how do you like it?" you smirked, as the two of you started to sway to the slow music.

"well, i'm happy for finnick." she looked at him one more time. "and the food is good."

you giggled and nodded. "of course it is, peeta's the man behind the baked goods." you paused for a moment, licked your lips and bit your bottom one. "you just don't look like you're having fun."

"oh, sweetheart, i do." she shook her head and smiled. she seemed genuine, but you knew what you saw earlier.

you cleared your throat. "then, let me put it another way. what would make you even happier to be here?"

katniss raised her right hand and tugged a strand of your hair behind your ear. her moves were slow, so you could perfectly feel how her finger brushes your skin and lasts there for a few seconds, giving you goosebumps. "i think i'm a little jealous." she grinned.

"jealous?" you frowned, pouting your already dry lips.

"yes, jealous" she confirmed. "i'd rather have my own wedding— with flowers, a huge cake baked by peeta with a little, made of icing me on top. me and..." she stopped speaking as her eyes pierced your body and seemed to look somewhere behind you. you gave her a minute, before she suddenly came back to reality. "you know."

you smiled again, this time not from amusement but admiration. you moved closer, so you could whisper while knowing she can hear you. "i didn't know you want something so serious."

"i didn't know either, that's why i'm so upset." she whispered back, her tone raspy from the change of tone.

that makes sense, you thought. "and who do you imagine as your other half?"

she shrugged, obviously not wanting to talk about it, but it wasn't a valid answer for you.

"you can tell me" you pleaded. "i won't tell anyone— not haymitch, not even for peeta."

she thought for a moment, a good, long moment. "there's that one girl. do you want to see her?" she leaned in, putting her face next to your ear. "look behind you."

you discreetly turned your head, seeing nothing but a window. it was already late outside and the chandelier lightened up the whole room, so the glass worked like a darkening mirror. you saw nothing but your own reflection.

when you wanted to look back at katniss, her hands were already cupping your cheeks. you didn't have time to react, though you wouldn't stop her anyway. oh, no, you wanted that as much as she did... or more.

✧˖°

[cramathonn]

Thoughts on Jane and Seth as a couple? And fun headcanons about them if you have any?

Ohoho, heck YEAAAH

I love Jane x Seth, they're so cute

Teasing dom woman and dense af submissive and pure man who she can ABSOLUTELY suplex (he'd let her but not without a fight, would so consider it training)

But like, I had a thought before this one and it was just

"Tom and Jerry but make them humans and Jerry is trans and a dominatrix" – My brain about Jane x Seth

And headcanons about them? Hmm, I think Jane would have a hard time spending time with Seth due to her missions and all, but she would try to make time, absolutely.

Seth would SOOO try to get her to come to his family time weekends. I mean, that's his gf, she's family now so like, family weekends with parents AND hot gf? Sign him up!!!

Seth is also the shyest boyo in the planet. Don't het me wrong, he IS dense as fuck, but once he gets the hint? Oh, he's blushing, oh he's hiding behind his tail and turning around to Jane cannot see his face (she loves seeing him all flushed and shy, that's her recharger, your honor)

I also can see them having sparring dates and training dates. Seth is a very hardworking individual and constantly tries to improve his physical capabilities. Considering that Jane EASILY bested him in their first encounter, he'd obviously want to constantly spar with her like, PLEAAAASE TEACH HIM HOW TO BE NIMBLE ON HIS FEET HE IS BEGGING

NSFW headcanons ahead! So if you're a Minor, please stop here!

Jane if VERY naughty. Like, have you SEEN her trailers??? That woman is the incarnation of Aphrodite AND Dionysus combines (aka she's the incarnation of SEX). So like, she will absolutely go down on Seth. Also, T4T Jane x Seth anyone?

But like, since so many ppl see Jane and Seth as Tom and Jerry, may I offer you transfem Jane, the queen of tucking? Like, Seth had NOOO idea she was trans and when he found out he just found her like, 10x hotter.

Like, imagine your girlfriend, who you know is strong af and sooo fucking cunning, finally tells you she is trans and you just "Omfg my girlfrend is so fucking strong and determined and beautiful and she has such a huge di-"

Seth is a virgin, I'm sorry but that SHOULD be common knowledge between all in the fandom. Like, bro has NO game due to how dense and blunt he is. While Jane has THE game, like, even Belle said she had rizz for fuck's sake! That woman is bisexual hazard in a way that she CAUSES the hazard and is, most possibly, a lot of people's bi awakenings (I just know some poor straight woman is looking at her going like "Wtf, why is she so pretty holy shit I wanna date her" and having to stop and rethink their entire history with sexual and/or romantic attraction)

Either way, Seth is prideful but not in an arrogant way, so I'm having a hard time deciding if he would vehemently deny that he's a virgin or if he would just... Say it. NO WAIT, BETTER OUTCOME. Jane is making out with him and he's so nervous and he has a boner (or his pussy is wet, live your headcanons to the fullest!) and Jane teases him about it and he's so so anxious and nervous and shy and gosh she catches on that it's his first time so quickly and she asks him about it and I can just SEE his ears pressing against his head in shame and him slowly nodding without making eye contact....

Soft first time. Jane is SO caring with him for his first time. Ngl, they probably continue to go soft for the first couple of times before Seth is comfortable with experiencing... But I feel like he would be very vanilla even after experimenting (is also very traditional with the "sex is supposed to be romantic" thought and that almost fucks up his first time until Jane calmed him down through it and just... Told him it doesn't need to be romantic and it can just be a fun and enjoyable activity)

Either way, Jane is kinky af, she was a dominatrix once and you CANNOT take that away from me. She revels when Seth lets her go rough on him and she's like, the queen of aftercare, change my mind

Very healthy couple who respects each other's boundaries. She knows she has to be blunt and very literal with Seth so that he can get things and he kinda appreciates it, since it's not always that people understand his problem with getting social clues or context hints. He hated it at the beginning, thinking Jane was babying him, but he quickly understood that he wouldn't be able to understand her boundaries as well of she didn't do that, so he talked to her that day and thanked her PROFUSELY (they ended up cuddling in bed after that)

[freeuselandonorris]

↻ FLIP FLOP dealer’s choice on specific scene whether it’s the unseen solo listening or their first time trying it together, but lando POV for taking off our clothes in the window for the neighbours pleaaaase 😌

YEAAAAH i'm so glad i finally got the chance to write this because i really wanted to put it into the original fic somehow but it would have just been lando telling max about it and it wouldn't have hit the same.

cw for erotic hypnosis

He actually felt a bit nervous before he pressed play, which was fucking dumb, probably. It was just words. 

The website was pink, all the headings done in a cutesy bubble font. Lando made a mental note to clear it out of his history after he was done. Embarrassing, having all this shit in there. 

The files were listed in a particular order, under the heading Training Plan. There were pink bow and flower emojis either side of it. 20 days, the intro promised, to turn you into a brainless babygirl fuckdoll. The words caught in Lando’s brain and echoed, pleasingly. 

Well, fuck it. Whole thing was probably some elaborate fantasy scam for middle aged men to wank to, but nobody was asking him to put his card details in and it was all nonsense, really – so. He’d listen to a couple, try and remember the cringe bits to report back to Max, and probably forget the whole thing.

They’d talked a lot on Reddit about a uniform, something to wear while you listened. Sexy dresses, women’s knickers, mad shit like that. There was probably some of Luisa’s old stuff hidden away in a drawer somewhere, but like fuck he was gonna try and find it. In the end, he’d settled for a pale pink hoodie he’d had for a while, the same shade as strawberry protein milk. Topped it with a bracelet, little beads somehow woven into the shapes of flowers, white with yellow centres. Obviously it was lame that he was even doing this, considering all he was doing was listening to the files to report back to Max, but he put them on anyway, obeying some impulse he chose not to investigate.

The file, when he started it, was almost an anticlimax. A low hum like the meditation videos Jon sometimes sent to him, rising and falling like a mildly annoying wave. A woman’s voice – not even a real one, clearly AI. Telling him to focus on his breathing, on relaxing. 

“The fuck,” Lando muttered, and tried not to think about why he was disappointed. It was a low-rent meditation track. 

Let the tension drain from your body. Focus on the pleasant feelings.

He’d finish the first one, he told himself. Just for curiosity’s sake. Nothing wrong with a bit of guided meditation. And actually, it was nice to just relax. Breathe from his belly, let the tension out of his shoulders.

Now, I’m going to say a phrase, and that phrase will bring you back to this place where you’re free of worry, free of desire, free of thought. Just happy and relaxed here in your bubble.

The first flicker of excited sparked through Lando’s stomach, disturbing the slow smooth motion of his breaths.

That phrase is Babygirl.

He breathed through it. The pink hoodie felt soft against him. He hadn’t bothered with a t-shirt underneath, and the brushed fleece backing felt good against his nipples. 

Whenever you hear the phrase, you can come back to this place. Happily listening to my voice, and obeying. It feels good to obey. You don’t have to think. You just listen and accept, like a good babygirl.

He must have been breathing deeply, because his fingers and toes were tingling, oddly weightless like he’d become disconnected from his body. 

Babygirl. Babygirl. Babygirl.

Dizzy, but in a good way. He breathed through parted lips and felt the air rush over them where he’d licked them, and that felt good too.

The only thing in your brain is your desire to listen and obey. 

Everything was soft, and good, and there were vast blank expanses in Lando’s mind that had never been there before, the peace of shutting the door on a screaming crowd.

Obey and feel the pleasure of listening. The pleasure that comes from having no thoughts. The pleasure that comes from having no free will.

It was like being turned on, but without the manic pressure to do something about it. He wasn’t even hard, exactly, just fattening up a bit. Couldn’t bring himself to move and do anything about it anyway. 

And you can’t ever conceive of having wanted to do anything else but listen to my voice and hear your trigger phrase, so you can experience this pleasure again.

 He thought maybe he was moaning, but it didn’t matter.

Babygirl.

The file ended, the silence of the room filtering through his headphones. 

Lando opened his eyes. He felt mildly drunk, shaking the feeling back into his fingers. Unlocked his phone. Even the swipe of his thumb against the smooth, cool glass felt good. 

He scrolled to the next track. Clicked play. Closed his eyes.

[thecomicallytragicgangle]

[[Alright so I'm new around these parts, may someone pleaaaase sum up the juicy lore for me?]]

-grateful anon

[ominous bell toll]

[It is time (lore summary time)]

[and. and this time. WE'RE GOING OVER ALL THE LORE!!!!!!!!] [i'll probably pin this so people can find the lore easily]

[LORE UNDER THE CUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

[Alrightttt so. IMPORTANT BITS!!]

[gangle has an ai version of herself thats meant to represent her subconscious: "s-gangle" who is currently .. missing right now]

[gangle used to be friends with kaufmo (before he abstracted)] [related comics and art here:] [comic, art, art,

[gangle hates an anon named "hammer anon" who has attacked her multiple times] [i'll cover that momentarily]

[i'll also include some other blog lore at the end, but right now we're focusing on gnagle lore!] ------

[so, starting off from the very beginning: the first important event was when gangle borrowed one of jax's keys, secretly accessing kaufmo's room. she wanted to find a way to move on from what happened. it did not go well . heres the series of comics relating to this: comics here]

[kaufmo's blog got introduced around this time, making gangle freak out (because she couldnt really comprehend the fact that kaufmo was just. back] [but she didnt want to deal w/ her emotions, so she forced herself to wear her happy mask for an extended period of time] [which, according to blog lore, kind of helps suppress her emotions]

[anyway, obviously thats a horrible idea] [so she kinda suffers for the next few asks] [like this ask, this ask, this ask, and this ask!] [yeah turns out the mask aint holding up very well. uh oh.] [yikes.]

[this is where hammer anon comes in! in this post, he breaks gangle's mask, resulting in all her emotions flooding in (this post). wahoo, i suppose? (not really)]

[the anons comfort gangle in this post, and eventually she recovers. yay!] [gangle is happy for a bit] [shes watching over kinger's fortress while he erm. goes through his own arc (here)] [anyway while watching over the fortress she has movie night! which results in this art here]

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[unfortunately. another arc happens. Jax literally abstracts! thats right. jax abstracted. gangle is. not feeling great about it! (comic)] [so yeah]

[unfortunately for gangle, things get worse when hammer anon decides now is a GREAT time to see if gangle has a third mask!] [art here!] [so she erm. flees! to the ferris wheel !] [cause remember, this may be a circus but theres also the fairgrounds!]

[anyway. gangle is cornered. and over the course of some asks impending doom slowly approaches her!] [related art here, here, here, and the comic begins here!]

[anyway. yeah! turns out! there is no third mask. which glitches gangle. yikes. whoops.] [shes out cold for a while] [and one of the anons takes her inside so she can rest (art here)]

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[gangle eventually wakes up (art here)] [and has a bunch of errors all over her face! cause. you know. her masks.] [she freaks out a bit over it but dont worry she calms down eventually]

[also, not exactly lore important? but someone decids to taunt her for being a coward n such so she throws a fish at them in this comic]

[one extra thing as well: erm. jax DIED. like not even abstracted hes straight up dead due to one of the abstractions named dyno. yeah.] [or well he WAS dead at this time]

[caine is informed about what's happening, but unfortunately he isn't able to do anything about it (art here)] [honestly, gangle's tired of all this (especially considering the literal ai who runs the circus cant do anything to help) so she heads off to the lake. and SURPRISE!!!] [zooble appearance]

[heres the series of art/asks] in chronological order] [art 1, art 2, art 3, art 4, art 5, art 6, art 7, art 8,] [theres also a little break inbetween; one of the anons attempts to fix gangle's mask (it goes horribly wrong) related art here and here] [anyway continuing the zooble arc] [comic 1, comic 2, comic 3, comic 4, comic 5, and the animated finale]

[smth funny thats unrelated to lore- a CERTAIN ANON (cough) /silly was predicting all of my story ideas. (art here)]

[one more important thing regarding zooble: abstragedy/google ship is not canon, please don't joke about it/talk about it-] [im pretty sure zooble's mod is uncomfortable with the ship] [so.. yeah!]

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[now: smth i'd like to mention, there were 2 story arcs before the finale of the comics related to zooble:] [the computer files arc and s-gangle's introduction arc]

[the computer files thing was a little event i set up for everyone, where they could look through gangle's character files] [heres 2 silly asks that aren't lore related: 1 and 2] [ANYWAY lore related stuff! heres some of the important stuff: C&A, The Magician, and Memories]

[the one of the most important things though, from the files, would be the logs:] [here is log 1, log 2, and log 3 (with some art!)]

[anyway, s-gangle.exe is booted, and bam! s-gangle is introduced! (<- link here)]

[most of the asks are normal, but heres some lore important asks: flowers 1, flowers 2, copycat, red, poem (the poem ask was made around the time gangle returned)]

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[anyway! wahoo, after a while, gangle's back, and she now has to deal with All the Anon Chaos that's happened. poor gangle] [anyway. heres the important stuff!: an anon decided to curse s-gangle with a physical body, resulting in s-gangle immediately running off (comic here)]

[and.. theres also some silly stuff going on with the kaufmo blog. for context; during the jax dying situation, kaufmo used the chaos as a chance to escape the cellar and hid in his room for a while]

[kaufmo, learning about the whole "error" situation with gangle, wants to do something about it. (comic here)] [andd.. heres the final part relating to that! (comic here)]

[apologies about the final section of lore, especially the kaufmo part, considering it had to be rushed on christmas day due to the ask i recieved]

[and. y.y eah. thats everything! i'll try to actively update this lore as time goes on. wow this is a lot.]

[thera-daydreams]

as someone who has read both your jjk and darkling fics, i’m gathering that the grishaverse sw is much more unstable than the jjk sw

like it seems that all the mcu events are really fresh in her mind and she seems to lose control more easily than her jjk counterpart

also is there a reason why in the jjk fic she uses a fake name (the yn/ln) and in the darkling fic she uses wanda? (although i think it really fits the universe like it sounds straight out of it)

omg you've read both? 🥺❤️

my heart is super full!

but yeah! although both the jjk!sw!reader and grishaverse!sw!reader traversed through time and space for a really long time to destroy all copies of the darkhold, after that, the paths they choose somewhat diverge? (but both of them swore off their magic for a while because whew, the darkhold did her dirty. grishaverse!sw!reader was more adamant on not using it again, though, compared to jjk!sw!reader who used it for small tricks and tasks and eventually just uses it again)

in the events of the fic, jjk!sw!reader has already been in the jjk universe for a few years now, setting up a cafe/bakery & she's met yuuji when he was still a young kid then later on adopted him after his grandpa died

jjk!sw!reader is also less afraid to rebuild her life again and form relationships with new people (our jjk characters)—she just wants to protect them and that's her peace and she's more or less happy with her new life (and my jjk fic is my personal comfort fic after wandavision and the way gege crushed my heart in the manga that's why it's got more happy-go-lucky vibes lol it WILL have a happy ending for everyone)

on the other hand, grishaverse!sw!reader chose the path to be a hermit in tsibeya and accept her "fate" to be alone forever. she just arrived to the grishaverse about a year ago only or so. she's MUCH more paranoid and scared to form relationships again. (but our baby wanda is GOOD i know it—and that's why she can't help but save the otkazat'sya kids, take them in, send them to the little palace, and be a gardener there to secretly watch over them. and as much as she didn't want to, she already loves those kiddos like her own)

still, she feels like it was the wrong choice when our pushy shadow daddy gets sus of her and keeps questioning her around (and wanda was never a good liar hahaha). little does she know he's been dreaming of her and what's happened to her; he just didn't know it was real and her that time. the universe (ahem, me, the author) is sending them signals to JUST BE TOGETHER AAAAAH.

grishaverse!sw!reader is scared to love again because losing everyone was always the price. then she saw the premonition of the terrible series of events that's happened (and will happen) in the grishaverse. so this gal is ALONE, PARANOID, TRAUMATIZED, and UNSTABLE, you are correct! and she has no one to confide in (yet). girl i'd go crazy too.

her choosing to be alone (even as the palace gardener, she's tucked away in her special little corner) also kind of exacerbates her instability? because she's gonna keep replaying her past + sins in her head over and over again with no one to keep her in check. sadly, she has no support system right now like jjk!sw!reader. :(

oh! and for the darkling fic, i think using "wanda maximoff" just sounded PERFECT for the grishaverse setting instead of y/n l/n, hehe. it kinda irks me though that it's... not that correct? if based on our slavic countries. (starkov for alina instead of starkova, morozova for aleks instead of morozov, etc.) but maybe it's the ravkan way of writing surnames so eh.

anyway, i super loved answering this ask! it made me so happy to see someone compare the two sw!readers in my fics. if you have more questions or comments, pleaaaase share them to me! 🥰💖

[acaciapines]

hey acacia pleaaaase tell me more about dess and chara in the dess raises kris au

OH I'D LOVE TOO

this got. long as hell so its under a cut. can you tell ive thought about this so hard. literally more people need to consider this relationship okay IT HAS IT ALL...

so! youre dess. you've just had what asriel is calling 'a mental break' but what is to you descending down into the bunker which is REAL and WRONG and NEEDS TO BE DESTROYED, and its done something to you, and your best friend doesnt understand, and nobody understands, and this thing is going to kill your sister and it is going to use asriel's little sibling to do so. and then one day, weeks later, when asriel still wont believe you and you are slowly losing your mind, he goes out to tour colleges.

and kris is staying at your house. and there is nobody to stop you. and asriel doesnt believe you but if it is his little sibling stuck up in everything, and, and, and...

and then the next thing dess knows she has descended into the bunker with a five year old and come out somewhere else, somewhere FAR AWAY, and. by the time shes back in her right mind shes in way way too deep to ever go back. she CANT go back. besides, what help was asriel? he never believed her! her BEST FRIEND, and he wrote off everything she was scared about!! thought she was making it up, but she WASNT, and she'll PROVE IT, and she'll SAVE THE WORLD, and then they'll see. then they'll all see.

that town, that bunker--it is going to kill her sister. and dess will do everything to keep her sister safe.

even if it means she has to lug a kid around.

so, time passes. dess wanders. kris wanders with her. dark worlds here work sort of like mystery dungeons in the pokemon mystery dungeon series, but a lot fewer people know about them. there ARE, though, forums, and small local places where people meet up and swap stories and try to defeat them, which is where dess needs to be, but she cant do any of that with a five year old. so she takes to leaving kris at hotel-rooms and daycares and doing her best to schema-hunt (this group calls dark worlds 'schemas'), and its when picking up kris one of these times that dess meets chara.

chara has also had xir own run-ins with schemas. its what led to xir having frisk--getting stuck in a schema that was Awful for xir mental health, led to a lot of self-hatred around being a loveless aromantic, and a few dubious situations later xes pregnant and after xir own childhood of never being wanted and realizing that as bad as everything leading up to this has been xe WANTS this kid, xe has frisk. for two years chara struggles as a college dropout and a single parent barely scraping by, still dealing with lingering schema-trauma xe cannot talk to anybody about, and...then xe meets dess.

its not a love story, because both of them are aromantic, and chara doesnt love, anyways. but its two people who have been struggling and alone and scared finding someone else who UNDERSTANDS. its how dess finds someone who believes her when she talks about the schemas, who doesnt write her off. its chara making a friend for maybe the first time in xir entire life. its how theyre both trying to raise kids on their own but its not so hard when theyre together.

the honeymoon stages are REALLY good. its chara who has never been anybody's first priority, but now xe is dess's, and it is probably the closest xe will ever get to understanding why romantic love appeals. its dess who has a place to actually REST, not her and a five year old hopping around hotels, but somewhere she can call home. dess and chara can talk to each other about everything, about anything. about the things they've seen in the dark and the deep. about how scared they are for the kids.

they get an apartment together. they get married. they make up a new last name to share. the kids start going to school. chara officially adopts kris. neither of the kids remember a time without dess and chara both around. things seem like they might actually work out.

but dess is so RESTLESS, see. she has this amazing place, with the people she loves most in the world, but as chara settles down xe starts to put xir time in the schemas behind xir. devotes xirself to being a parent, to going to parent-teacher conferences, sitting through meltdowns and fights and being the parent xe never had in xir life. dess hates how kris clings to her whenever she is around. it makes her itch. like shes being held down.

dess starts spending more time on online forums. staying out later and later. goes out on trips--for a day, two days, a week. meets other people like her, people who dont know how to stay in place, people who need to find and close schemas, who save those trapped in them. she maybe starts to miss chara's calls. she maybe misses kris's birthday. she loves chara more than she loves anybody else, and that includes the kids. she comes home and can barely last a few days before she has to go again.

shes not meant to be pinned down by kids. shes supposed to be OUT THERE, saving the world. she and chara fight, more than they ever used to. she hates it when chara cries but she doesnt know how to make it better. maybe if she keeps running, keeps diving into the dark, she'll figure it out. maybe when she saves the world everything will be okay. then she can rest. then there wont always be this nagging fear at the back of her head, this nagging fear that everything she has is going to come crashing down around her. then all the missed calls will be worth it, all the broken promises made okay.

she's dess. defeater of schemas. and one day she'll make it back to that bunker, and destroy it, and her sister, the sister she hasnt seen in a decade, will be safe. one day she'll call asriel and this time he'll believe her, and forgive her. one day she'll go home and sit down next to chara and this time when she promises to stay, she'll mean it.

just a little longer. then she'll fix everything.

(meanwhile, chara is back at home, waiting for a wife that wont come back. sometimes in the middle of the night frisk creeps into xir bed and asks why dess is never home, why chara doesn't divorce her. chara doesnt know how xe is supposed to tell this child xe very nearly did not have that dess is the only person who chose to love xir because she could. that dess is the only person who was there when chara had nobody else. that sometimes when it is very dark xe thinks back to the schema xe was stuck in, for so very long, and the prophecy xe heard there. how xe saw dess and some part of xir knew, then, that surely, this is who those ancient words spoke of. dess, with her glorious warmth and light.

chara is the one who stayed behind. chara is the one who deals with all the struggles of raising two children-now-teenagers, who watches kris, waiting always for dess to come home; frisk, who doesnt speak of her at all. xe doesnt know if xe's doing the right thing. xe just wants xir kids to be OKAY, and, selfishly, to be loved by someone even if xe can never return the feeling.

one day frisk comes sobbing to chara and spills everything: that kris, who has only ever wanted dess to be proud of them, who knows dess is one who slips into the space between light and dark and comes out again, has dove into a dark world of their own, and has not come back out.

and chara who already knows xe will dive into the dark xirself if that is what it takes to bring kris back safe wonders if maybe xir selfishness is what will get xir children killed.)

[apoptoses]

“Here is a secret little story he tells Daniel” please I’m STILL recovering from the Friday Night Riccardo feels and now THIS 😮‍💨 Amadeo getting drunk off his ass at the pub with Riccardo and having him be his first “real” kiss feels so true to both of them and what they meant to each other and how Armand has carried his memory to the present day by bringing up this story to his forever lover pleaaaase. I feel like you live in my brain because emotionally charged road trips? Life changing experiences with your twin flame on the road? The fact that every time I watch the MVs for Aerosmith’s Crazy and Arctic Monkeys’ Suck It And See I can only picture Armand and Daniel (tho Lestat is always the one doing the stripping scene in the Crazy strip club sequence). This feels like a prophecy fulfilled. And set during the PL era after their reunion? You’re a fucking GIFT 🥹 xoxo DA

Oh Dungeon Anon, how convenient that you show up just as I'm working on something relevant to your smutty interests!

Lestat stripping in the Crazy video is my new favorite thing, I'm obsessed. You know that man went to strip clubs while he was in his little glam rock band, got his band mates drunk and hopped on that pole at least once. With those tight leather pants and his vampire agility? He'd make the pros look like amateurs. Have you seen that video of the club with the 20 ft tall pole a woman goes down, gripping it with nothing but her thighs all the way to bottom? That. That is him, 100%.

But yes! Armand and Daniel! Fixing their issues, going over stories of lost love, making both of my test audience readers choke sob. You'll have it all! And you'll have this too, Vampire!Daniel getting it on via Armand biting his throat and filling his head with illusions while they're mind connected:

Yes, there it was, it was back. He was back in London-Venice-New York with a real cock inside him, Armand’s cock, that he was forced to keep so deep inside him he could barely thrust. All Armand could do was rub little maddening circles in him as he rolled his hips.

Daniel snuck his hand between them. Pressed down on his stomach and imagined he could feel Armand moving inside him, moaned when Armand caught up with his ideas and made it feel as though he really could. His cock bumped Daniel’s palm through the soft wall of his stomach over and over until he sobbed with it.

Armand wedged his hand in between their bodies too and toyed with his dick. He was soft. He was hard. He was so thirsty and so close to orgasm he was out of his head and shaking with it. Daniel rested his sweat soaked forehead on Armand’s shoulder, not caring that the blood would stain his shirt, and let himself go pliant as Armand jacked him off. 

In life he’d gone crazy when Armand had rubbed the sensitive skin below the tip of his dick. In death, in the illusion it was the same. A strangely warm thumb rubbing up and down until his muscles drew tight within him. He could hear the pound of Armand’s heart, the rush of his blood right beneath his mouth. He was like a bow with the string running from his mouth to his cock, overdrawn until he was ready to snap.

“Please, I can’t take it, please.”

Come, lover. Come for me.

Daniel’s hips stuttered uselessly into Armand’s hand. His fangs were buried in his shoulder before he could even finish his command.

As a mortal he’d been given the pleasure of coming and drinking from Armand in tandem hundreds of times. Every time he had thought this was it, it doesn’t get any better than this. As a mortal, he’d been so goddamned wrong. Armand’s illusion-memory-fantasy ratcheted the feeling of orgasm up to eleven. Into a full bodied thing that didn’t just involve his dick but every inch of him, that made his mouth prickle and burn as it pulsed through him. Each wave of it hit with each swallow of Armand’s blood until Daniel was flying with it.  Until his vision was gone and all he could see was liquid gold and red flowing through him, into his veins and under his skin.

Happy smutty Sunday! xoxo

[anderstrevelyan]

4 12 and 17 pleaaaase! For the dark urge asks

Thank you! (questions from here)

4. What would your Dark Urge consider to be their greatest flaw? Is this accurate?

I think pre-game he'd consider himself not to have one (he's wrong). Far enough into his in-game character development he'd consider it his inability to express his feelings (he's not wrong).

12. How does your Dark Urge feel about being a bhaalspawn?

Oh this one's especially juicy to me with Valas' canon divergence as being the son of Gorion's Ward rather than made pure from Bhaal's flesh! (Bless the game for using the language of 'Bhaalspawn' and 'sibling' for Orin, letting me run with the idea that they're all bhaalspawn, the descendants.)

As a child it was something he was supposed to keep secret, and a source of endless fascination for him (secreting away to read any books he could find on the subject, when his parents wouldn't tell him as much as he'd like). He thought it made him interesting.

When his father died and he was taken by the Bhaalist temple it became a huge focal point in his thinking—the set-up I have is the ancestor of the temple we see in the game being started by Sarevok and Helena Anchev, as a rival to the followers of Torlin Silvershield (and it's a big whole thing when Silvershield becomes Chosen; the Anchevs are determined favour should remain with the family line, hence taking in the son of their rival to twist him and their shared blood to their cause.)

As a Bhaalist leader he has a bit of an inferiority complex about it, the generational distance pushing him to strive to be what Bhaal wants, more and more and more. He'll never refer to his father with the word, and punish himself if he even thinks it—only Bhaal is Father. He's adamant he has the strongest biological claim to Bhaal's legacy (with the divine spark in Sarevok's line coming only from the fraction of a soul he was granted in Throne of Bhaal)—but he's terrified there could be other children out there who could challenge him.

Far enough post-game, after he's broken free from Bhaal, he'll come to see it the same way his (actual) father did: it's a part of him and his experience, but it doesn't have to define him.

17. What is your Dark Urge’s greatest regret?

He never has the memories to regret the hubris that led to his downfall via Orin, and he goes through times where he'd say everything, but I think ultimately it's the in-game casualties of Act 1, before he really commits to trying to wrench his urges into a tool and not the default. (So Alfira and the tieflings, specifically.)

[hellmouth-manor]

nonblesse oblige || Yukiko || mm.3 || re: hisashi, alou, arisa

Yukiko is of course laughing at Micah’s barks but she gets it together when the course changes. A hand rests on her cheek and she sighs, quietly listening To Olwin and Hisashi.. 

“I hate to agree with Alou, you know, but Psycho-analysing won’t work for someone who has been lying the whole time - it’s not gonna help us narrow it down, since we don’t know that person. Just gives us more to insult when it comes to it, and you know I'm always ready for that! I don't think there'll be a lack of things to dig at."

"They likely don’t act the way they really are around us, anyway. One take because they don’t give a shit, or, are they the sort of person who drafts out a script to know what to say so they come across as articulate? That book talking about the great game was awfully fancy too, right? They might just be that sort of person.  Poetry too, eh? Unless Micah got into the lost poetry of Misuzu Kaneko.”

She taps her chin. and shrugs, hands flying up dramatically. Her face twists into disdain and she sighs.

Yukiko finds evil people more entertaining than most but the game master has personally wronged her and people she likes - so, it's naturally unacceptable.

Being a hypocrite is lit. She's still balling, just growing bored. Deserved L. Finally.

 “I wonder if they have a villain monologue written for us? A pacing speech with sweeping orchestras – maybe Hisa-san is right and we’ll get a form change with it?  They started this off super dramatically, if they keep up the energy my eyes might roll out of my head So corny. Ugh, I’ll lay down on the floor and sleep through it if it comes to that. Can I borrow a jacket as a pillow from someone, pleaaaase? I need to get ready to block this clown out. I'm predicting it'll put me right to sleep.”

“I think Arisa is right to call them delusional, B T W. For all we know they're gonna have a throne pop up to look down on us from. You guys will actually keep up the hater energy this time right? Not gonna back down because you're getting betrayed again?  I won’t be able to stand it if it’s another fun friendship moment like you tried with Micah. Don't be cowards. Look them in the eye and tell them they're a piece of shit. If there's a time to snap, it’s now.”

Yukiko is poised as always to be overly rude to someone. Some things never change, like her distantly bored stare to the side as she waits for someone to zero a scowl in on. Studying her nails like they will have changed in the 10 minutes since she last did. Only raising her head with a semi- expectant stare for someone to continue.

[theprettyarachnid]

"Things that would get the arcane characters embarrassed/flustered"- headcanons pleaaaase! <3

a/n: ooo yes i need something lighthearted!!

warnings: none <3

Jinx

🕷 Jinx gets flustered easily when it comes to you, it doesn't matter how small the act might've been

🕷 But of the things that really gets her feeling shy is when you gently pinch her cheeks when she's being annoying before kissing them

🕷 The first time you did it, she just started at you for a few moments like ???

🕷 You don't pinch her enough for it to hurt, obviously, it's more like a love squeeze

🕷 You make a habit of doing it more just to see her cheeks and nose turn pink

Vi

🕷 I can see Vi being the type of person who's like 'i don't get embarrassed/flustered so dont even try it'

🕷 but she does <3

🕷 It's a very small thing and you don't even realize when you're doing it because it's just so natural for you to do at this point

🕷 Vi thinks she should be used to it by now but every time your hand runs up against her muscular arms, whether that's when you're sleeping or doing stuff around the house and wanting to give Vi acknowledgment

🕷 She gets goosebumps every time

Caitlyn

🕷 She's talking about her day when she notices you staring at her lovingly

🕷 "what's wrong?"

🕷 "nothing, i just like the sound of your voice~"

🕷 Her eyebrows raise at your confession accompanying a light blush

🕷 Of course she loves the sound of your voice as well but it was specifically the way you said it and the way you looked at her that made her feel flustered

Ekko

🕷 Ekko likes to make you things in his spare time

🕷 It's usually a small robotic sculpture or jewelry, like bracelets or necklaces

🕷 So whenever he comes over your place and sees all the small sculptures he's made you neatly lined up in order or sees you wearing a bracelet he made you, he starts to feel really hot and stumbles on his words a bit

🕷 He finds it very endearing that you keep all the things he's made you because no one has really ever done that for him

Viktor

🕷 When you affectionately ruffle his hair passing by his desk or when you lean your chest against his back to whisper something in his ear

🕷 "you're doing a good job, maybe you should take a break"

🕷 He knows that you said it in an innocent way but you gently squeezing his shoulder isn't helping

🕷 Things like that make him flustered and unfocused

🕷 Whenever you notice the small blush on the tip of Viktor's ears, you can't help but giggle which only makes him blush harder

Jayce

🕷 He came home upset from work one day, not even bothering to say hello before locking himself in his office

🕷 When you came to check on him and listened to his concerns and frustrations, you eventually walked up to him and placed your hands on both of his cheeks

🕷 Jayce couldn't tell if it was because he was already feeling a ton of emotions in that moment or if it was because your soft hands were tenderly cupping his face, your thumbs rubbing his cheekbones, while you looked up at him with such love in your eyes

🕷 He could tell he was blushing from how hot his face and neck felt and quickly cleared his throat before gently taking your hands off his face and pulling you into a hug

🕷 He did want to hug you but it was also to hide his embarrassment

🕷 Now, whenever you put your hand on one of his cheeks or both, he can't help but remember that moment and starts blushing

Silco

🕷 You might be thinking it's when you wear a piece of jewelry or make yourself nice and pretty for him, but it isn't

🕷 It's when you indulge him, play with his hair, praise/compliment him

🕷 He's pretty good at not showing his embarrassment though whenever you call him handsome or run your hands through his hair when there isn't gel in it

🕷 It's only when he's off guard do you really see how flustered he gets

🕷 Do it when he's not expecting you, when he thinks you're sleeping but you come into his office while he's doing paper work and comment on how handsome and professional he looks with a cigar in one hand and a paper in the other

🕷 The somewhat surprised look with blush that's just barely visible on his cheeks is very much worth it

[berrieluv]

Loved doll face honey! Do you think you could do something similar with both James and Lily? Maybe where they both find out of something? Only if you're okay with that

Heeey, I'm so glad you liked it, DollFface Honey has been the hardest thing for me to write because my knowledge of the english language really lacks of sexual words, on the other hand I've never write about fem!character x fem!reader in an explicit way but i'll try, hope I fill the expectations <3

Lily Potter x James Potter x Fem!Reader.

TW. overstimulation? fingering, penetration, threesome, breeding kink, size kink, daddy kink, dirty talk, open marriage, i really don't know what else. pleaaaase leave a comment, you have no idea of how happy they make me :c

The spouses manipulator.

Lily was fine with James sleeping with other people. She was doing it as well, and at that point, so far from monogamy, getting upset would only be hypocrite.

Lily could share her husband, and as far as James is concerned, he could share his wife as well, but there was something about you that felt just wrong to share. Remus knew that, Lily was sure, and even thought Lily was way too smart to know between Remus and you was something going on, he was mature enough to accept Lupin and her sharing the same girl. But when it came to sharing with James, something about it felt not right.

Not because James couldn't touch anyone else besides her, but because with three people tainting you at the time –leaving Sirius out of the picture, because to Sirius' liking, the three adults were far to know about him and you– it was just a short matter of time before you were completely in lost of your innocence.

"Baby, you need to choose. Me or Lily?"

James was standing in front of you, his naked torso in all display and his big muscles flexing with his crossed arms. Lily was pulling up the sleeves of her satin blouse and looking at you with a smile, confident of what your answer would be.

"Both?"

"No, pretty girl. You can't have both" James said, leaning down to you and taking your face with his two big hands "Daddy or mommy?"

You already had too many daddies, one less couldn't hurt.

"Mommy?"

Lily smiles in silence, James looks at her in surprise and slightly offended.

"Baby, you're letting daddy go?" At his words, a pout takes over your facial expression and your eyes start to water. Sure you didn't want to let your daddy James go, so you shake your head. "See? Baby wants daddy" He says, looking at Lily.

"What about mommy, baby?"

"Want' mommy too"

Lily clicks her tongue and comes closer to you, pulling James out of your physical space and kissing your lips.

"What about mommy and daddy help you out, pretty thing?" You look at her in a confused way only to gasp when her hand is making circles on your clit covered with your underwear. "Baby, you're so wet" Lily says, earning a big crying "no" from you, who were taught by James that was an indicator of sickness. "Don't worry, mommy would make it better"

Lily looks at James with challenging eyes, and for him, his wife has never been hotter than in that exact moment, about to fuck a teenager to show him who was better when it came to sex.

Her fingers put aside your panties, quickly making it into you, in response you moan at Lily lack of delicacy. Your eyes get distracted by her hands and you look down, eager to see what she's doing down there with you. At the movement, Lily grabs a fist full of your hair and pulls it, forcing you to look up while her fingers fuck you in amazing ways you thought could never be possible by any other than Remus' cock. Lily wanted your eyes on you, seeing how teary they were getting, loving to see how wrecked you could get by only her fingers.

Her hand gets away from you, owning a cry and an expectant look. In all the calm there possibly can be, Lily takes two of her fingers to her mouth and licks them, patiently, taking her time as if you weren't a full moaning mess in front of her. Her free hand gets on your inner thigh, opening your legs for her to have a better access to you, your underwear is glued to your pussy thanks to your wetness, but it doesn't seem like an impediment for Lily, if so, it serves her right, pulling the fabric of the panties every time so to make you whimper when it slash your needy and wet cunt.

Your moans are music for Lily and James' ears –the last one in full rock hard mood, but sitting straight, only looking at you and planing on how many ways he'll rail you to prove his wife he's a better fucker–. Your hips move back and forth, needing to feel Lily's touch. Your erected nipples making their appearance through the thin fabric of your shirt.

"Awh, are you horny, little thing? Hoe around mommy's soft fingers as much as you please. You look so fucking pretty, almost angelic. Your pretty little pussy being all stretched out around my long fingers"

Lily smiles when she hears your final loud moan, knowing she already made you cum, fingering all of it inside of you again, and taking her fingers to her mouth, licking them "You did so good for mommy, baby girl"

And with that, her face is now rising, getting a little higher than where yours is, lifting up your chin with her fingers making you look at her, she opens your mouth with her thumb and spits.

Now was James turn.

He smiles while walking to you, before he could touch Lily, she walks away and sits on the edge of the bed, crossing her legs ready to see how you take James.

"Don't you worry baby. That was nothing compare to what I have prepare for you"

He grins at you and take your face, kissing your lips and taking your body as if it was a feather.

Now your back is turned to him and your tits bang with the chair back, James loses no time with your underwear and takes it apart. He takes his belt off, the sound itself making your pussy wet again, he takes his time on taking his jeans off and before he could start, he makes sure your position on the table is good to not make you fall.

His cock thrust into you, his big hands are now on your hips and moving them to his, your tits are bouncing and blaming the chair, causing Lily's view to turn on a show.

James slows his movements, knowing it turns you even more when you think he's stopping and then he surprises you by going faster. One thing about james was that –unlike Sirius and Remus– he loved smacking your ass in such a gentle way. He liked the sound the palm of his hand made in contact with your ass and not so much the pain in cold cause in you.

"You're enjoying this, bunny? Do you like daddy's cock fucking you so hard?" He asks with a soft voice, almost romantic. He grabs your arms and lifts your upper body from the chair, making you feel his dick deeper in you. At the feeling of James thick thighs, you tried to rub yourself in them.

Above all of the others, James would have something that drove you absolutely crazy that the other could never have; his strong thighs. A result from many years of exercise and discipline.

At that point, James is doing all the work for you. It was was easy for him to handle you comparing the size difference, your hands hanged on his thighs skin, trying to have a support.

James' hands are quick to grab your shirt, making you lift your arms so he can take it off, and as soon as he takes the clothing off your body leans back again in the chair, his hands trying to get yours yo hold onto something, making your moans grow bigger and louder. His hands keep smacking your ass and as the seconds pass your arms feel weaker.

Your already worked up pussy is begging for James to keep going, clenching around his cock and milking it with every thrust. James is eager to please you as he understands your body language, while your moans seem tired and your little voice is begging him to stop and take it easy, you know your body is asking for something else.

"Daddy, no more"

"No more? But daddy's being so nice to you, baby princess. He's treating your pretty pussy so well and it it's being so nice to me, I can tell she wants this" In the moment you close your eyes, a sign of your tiredness, James quickly grabs your neck, holding your back close to his chest and his lips extremely near to your ears "Pussy's being such a good girl, isn't she" You moan and nod, opening your mouth to say something but being completely shut by the violent entrance of James fingers "But this pretty mouth is being bad" He pouts in a fake way and bites your ear "Such a bratty mouth, baby. Better keep it quiet if you want your pussy to get her reward for being good. Wouldn't be fair if she gets noting, would it?"

You shake your head "Good girl. Show your body who's in charge"

James free hand goes straight to your clit, rubbing circles in it and making your belly tickle. James' thrusts faster as he senses you coming outdone by the sound of your moans, finally his cum is being load in you, completely filling your tight pussy but he keeps his movements, not pretending to stop until you finish.

"What a bad daddy" Lily says. She knows her husband like the palm of her hand, there's no way she couldn't recognize his orgasm face because she has seen it too many times "Comes in you before you can finish. Mommy would never do that, baby"

You look up at her and Lily smiles, taking your chin and letting you suck on her thumb.

"You have been such a good girl, haven't you, princess?" You smile and nod while you feel James cock getting out of you and letting his cum drip from your pussy "Look at you, all used and covered in cum. You, baby, look like the prettiest girl in the world. But mommy's not done with you yet"

Lily's smile is easily the prettiest thing on the word, but Lily's smirk could turn on every single sexual person on earth. She takes your hand in a gentle way and walks to the bed with you.

Lily takes her blouse off, only thing covering her now is her bottom lingerie; "Ride mommy's thigh, baby"

Fuck, James thought; That was his move.

There wasn't a thing on earth Lily wasn't willing to do to win. And when she saw you, hungrily trying to hump on James thick thighs she knew she had to steal it from him.

You quickly obeyed her instructions, but before you could sit, looking at her, Lily turned you the other way around. If she was going to win, James was going to watch you getting ruined by his sweet little flower.

"Tell daddy how it feels, baby"

"S'so'so good" You manage to breath out. James grin grows bigger and Lily sends him a deadly glance when she sees him coming close.

"Don't even think about it"

"What? Baby seems to need daddy's cock, don't you baby"

You innocently nod, your shiny eyes giving away your desperation. James rubs his cock a little, only taking him a few seconds to get it hard again and then he looses no time on thrusting into you.

In the heat of the moment, and being full by jealousy, Lily's hand make its way to your clit, violently rubbing in as he sees James moving your hips back and forth for his cock to go deeper, causing you to also rub yourself faster on Lily's thighs.

There was a few seconds where Lily thought sharing you with his husband couldn't be that bad. But she was far too gone on the dispute to give in.

"You're so desperate for daddy's cock, aren't you? Don't worry darling, when I end you you won't be able to walk. You better start thinking what you'll tell Remus, pathetic whore"

And Lily gives up, knowing it would be funnier to be on James' side.

"You're a filthy little slut for mommy and daddy, aren't you, princess?" You nod moaning "Your only desire is to be bred and filled by mommy's thick cock. Don't you worry baby, daddy's cock makes wonders. Soon you'll be all round and full with his babies"

James lets out a gutural groan, your sweating body in the middle of the both of them, being violently fucked by his cock and being also please by Lily's skilled fingers. You're crying and whimpering, turning him on more.

"Gonna feel you up and breed you right here, baby. On mommy's bed just as she says, just like the little whore you are"

Lily smiles and pulls your hair to have your head resting on her shoulder, you whimper at the lack of her fingers in your clit but as soon as you complain she has her lips on your neck and her hand back on stimulating you.

"What do you think Remus would say of his innocent and pure step-sister being all breed by his best friend's seed. All full of his best friend's husband's cum, hum?" James thrust one time, slow and deep into you, making your insides feel hot, when he pulls out Lily is holding your hips to keep James' cum inside while he looks for something.

"Don't let it out, darling" She says when she sees your pussy clenching and letting a blast of sperm out "Mommy and daddy would get mad if you keep doing that"

"Can't hold it, mommy. S' too much"

You groan in discomfort at James plugging you. "Problem solve, princess"

You better start thinking on what you'll tell Remus.

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Must be the eyes (Teacher!Agatha x Fem!Student!Reader)

Here it is! first part of the TxS au! Let’s get this party started!

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"And who exactly was the villain then, Miss Y/L/N?" You gnashed your teeth when your teacher looked at you behind the frame of her glasses, with her piercing, stupidly beautiful blue eyes and a raised eyebrow.

You flinched a bit from her gaze, but you refused to back down, you never had and you weren't going to start now, no matter how hot your cheeks got or how close this damn woman stood to you.

Agatha Harkness, Westview’s University history professor, terror of the first years and your crush since the first class you had with her. Her blue eyes had captivated you from the first moment, as had her slightly wavy hair and mocking smile. Her sarcastic and dry sense of humor was also something you loved, plus she was incredibly smart and not afraid to show it. Beautiful, smart and taught your favorite subject. Yup, you were completely under her spell.

But you hated it when she argued with you in front of the whole class, especially for things like this. It always made you feel so small and helpless, even if you didn’t show it on the outside.

She had asked your class for an essay on Greek myths, and you had chosen Medusa’s. Miss Harkness had said that you should express your views, with clear and concise arguments, which took you most of the week to investigate. But it seemed that you had not been clear enough.

Either that, or your teacher really hated you and enjoyed challenging you in front of your classmates, expecting you to break up and argue with her, so she could send you to detention. Well, you wouldn't let her win that easy.

You forced a smile and looked up. She was right in front of your chair, looking down at you as she waited for your answer.

"Athena and Poseidon" you said confidently "They are the villains"

"Interesting posture" she smiled, but it was a smile that reminded you of the cheshire cat "Although that doesn't take away the blame for the lives she took, does it?"

"It wasn't her fault either," you said, frowning.

"Oh it wasn’t?" she asked. You suppressed a gasp when she rested her hands on your table and leaned forward. You could feel her minty breath on your face "And whose fault was it, Miss Y/L/N?" she asked.

"Men’s" you gulped "Those who went to look for her"

"Explain" she ordered. Her eyes never once left your face.

"They went looking for her. They tried to kill her, what was she supposed to do? Let herself be killed? Besides, it wasn't her fault that Athena turned her into that, she didn't ask to turn people to stone" you said, crossing your arms and leaning toward back in your seat.

Anyone would think that your gesture was one of challenge, considering that your face was neutral and your eyebrow was raised slightly. But inside you were screaming and having a panic attack.

Agatha smirked in her head at your attitude. She wouldn't tell anyone even if she was under torture, but she loved having these little discussions with you. You were the only student brave enough to argue with her, and you were brilliant in the way you did.

On the other hand, you were also incredibly cute and she would lie if she said that she didn't like to make you blush, your eyes lit up a bit and the red on your cheeks really contrasted beautifully with your skin. She knew it was wrong, that as a teacher she shouldn't find any of her students attractive. But she couldn't help it, there was something about you that just fascinated her.

Most of her fellow teachers had already noticed the strange dynamic she had with you, but they took it as a simple student/teacher rivalry, stemming from the fact that you seemed like a history prodigy, which presented a vast battlefield for Agatha, it was no secret that the woman was competitive, after all.

The only one who seemed a little suspicious of what was really going on was Wanda, the literature teacher. She had been one of the best students in the university and had returned as a teacher 5 years ago and because their subjects shared a field of investigation, she and Agatha ended up spending more and more time together, until they became good friends. 

It was fun having someone to judge and gossip about both the staff and the student body. But that also meant having to endure the teasing of the younger woman every time you walked by Agatha.

Of course, she had scolded Wanda for even suggesting that she was attracted to you, a student, and the redhead had apologized, saying that she was only joking, but she wasn't sure how long it would be before her friend became suspicious again. Not that the history teacher was that subtle with the way she looked at you.

Still, Agatha Harkness had certain principles, and she knew that she couldn't flirt with you as long as you were her student, so she was content to make you blush and nervous when she was around you.

“She broke Athena’s rules” she said, almost growling.

“Poseidon raped her. That wasn't her fault” you growled back. You cursed yourself for being so passionate about this. Your classmates probably thought you were an idiot for fighting a teacher.

"You seem quite determined to defend the monster," she accused, frowning. She pushed herself off your bench and turned to the rest of the class, letting you breathe for a second. "Not many people would pay attention to Medusa, a hideous and dangerous creature. But she seems to have won Miss Y/L/N’s heart" she said, making your classmates laugh and you blushed again.

"It must be the eyes" you mumbled without thinking.

Your teacher looked at you for a moment before smirking. Fortunately, it seemed like she didn't have time to keep arguing with you. Blessed heavens for that. You heard the ring bell and sighed in relief, starting to pack your things.

“Remember that the project is due for next monday” Ms Harkness said and you hear some groans from your classmates. You chuckled as you left the classroom.

“It’s not fair” you heard your friend Nick saying beside you “She didn’t give us enough time!”

“What do you mean?” you asked “I finished it three days ago”

“But you don’t count!” he frowned “you’re good at history! I can’t even remember my sister’s birthday!”

“Nick, you don’t have a sister” you rolled your eyes fondly

“And? I wouldn’t remember her birthday anyway”

You laughed and playfully punched his shoulder. You and Nick have been friends since your first day here and you were thankful for that. He was the only one who knew about your crush on Ms Harkness, which was a blessing but also a nightmare. He loved to embarrass you.

“So, what was that Y/N?” He asked suddenly

“What?” you frowned

“The whole Medusa’s thing”

“Well, she wasn’t a monster and-”

“No no, don’t give me a history lesson, I already had enough of that. I was talking about you and ‘Ms magical eyes’ almost kissing” he smirked as you coughed and almost tripped. 

“What?!” you hissed “The hell you’re talking about?!”

“Oh c’mon Y/N!!” Nick laughed “She was practically lying over you!”

“That’s not true” you crossed your arms

“It is” he crossed his arms too “Y/N,I love you, but you can be so blind sometimes”

“What is that supposed to mean?” you asked, a little offended

“Y/N, we all could feel the sexual tension between you two” he laughed and left you frozen in the hall. 

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“No” Agatha frowned and crossed her arms

“Please” Wanda begged

“No, I’m not going to babysit a bunch of spoiled kids” the older woman said

“Okay, first of all, they’re college students, not from the kindergarden” the redhead frowned “and this could be an amazing opportunity!”

“For what? I already know about the Salem trials, love, I’m more than capable of teach my students about it without having to taking them there”

“But it would be more fun for them” Wanda argued

“I teach history, buttercup, it’s not supposed to be fun for them” the brunette smirked while the other woman rolled her eyes.

“We both know you don’t actually think that. You love your class and want them to love it too” 

When the other woman shrugged and started reading again, totally ignoring her, Wanda knew it was time for plan B. She kneeled in front of Agatha and gave her puppy eyes.

“Pleaaaase” she cried “I need another teacher if I want permission to do the trip”

“Then ask Monica” Agatha said, not looking up from her book

“She has a game next week with the basketball team” Wanda said “Besides, as the history teacher, your class is the most similar to mine, it just makes sense if we both go”

“I’m not going Maximoff, period”

Wanda sighed and stood. “Fine.Thanks for nothing, Harkness” she pouted and left the teacher’s room. 

Agatha rolled her eyes, she knew the other woman would get over it in a few hours.

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“I just say that witches are cool” you said as you and Nick walked through the hall

“They are Y/N, but visiting an old town isn’t exactly my idea for a good summer trip” he said and you rolled your eyes “Why don’t you go to Disneyland instead?” he joked

“Because I hate gigantic amusement parks” you said “And I really want to visit Salem, it was my dream since i was 9 and i read about witches from the first time. But you know I don't have enough money to do both trips. So, Salem it is for me”

Nick sighed “Alright, you do you, history girl” he joked “But try not to get cursed while you’re there, i don’t want my best friend to be a frog” 

You laughed and he put an arm around your shoulders. None of you noticed the brunette teacher walking out of the teacher’s room and who totally heard your conversation. 

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Wanda jumped when her office door opened with a slam. She looked at a frowning Agatha, who had her arms crossed and let out a sigh.

“Alright, you win” the brunette said “We’re going to Salem”

The redhead smiled and quickly stood up to run to her friend and hug her tightly.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” she said.

“But!” Agatha said, gently pushing the younger woman to lock eyes with her “I pick the class we’re taking with us”

“Deal!”

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imma just need a bit with cat burglar X Peter where Jude hears the reader call Peter daddy because ……

Omg okay but this is brilliant, I had way too much fun writing this

"Buddy, can you go watch cartoons while mommy works on dinner? I got a lot to take care of for tonight." (Y/n) grunted as she set down the bags on bags of groceries she had just hauled into their apartment.

Jude puffed his cheeks, "I wanna help!"

(Y/n) couldn't help but smile at her boy before kneeling so they were eye-level with each other. "You're the sweetest little boy a mommy could ask for, yknow that? I just have a lot of veggies to cut and I don't want you to cut yourself, okay?"

He stuck out his lower lip, pout unwavering.

"I'm pretty sure it's time for Bugs Bunny, riiight?" She said, tilting her head at him.

Jude's (e/c) eyes brightened and he pressed a quick kiss to (Y/n)'s cheek before bolting off to the living room.

(Y/n) was about halfway through cooking dinner when her phone began to go off. She rushed to answer when she recognized the ringtone as the one she had set for Peter. "Well well well. That's three 'well's, Peter. You know what that means?"

Peter whined on the other end, "yeah yeah I know I was supposed to help out. There was a thing with a bus and a very steep hill-"

"You don't have to explain, Peter," (Y/n) giggled. "Are you still bringing by those dumplings from that place Jude likes so much?"

"Of course, and one of those little fluffy cheesecakes you guys like. What kinda boyfriend would I be if I didn't?" He chuckled.

(Y/n) rolled her eyes and lowered her voice, "You're definitely the best daddy in the world, no doubt about it." She could practically hear Peter blushing on the other end.

"I-I gotta go I'm paying-" Peter sputtered, causing (Y/n) to bark out a laugh.

"Okay! See you in a bit." She hung up the phone, a bright smile on her face as she returned to cooking, completely unaware of her son standing around the corner, having heard everything.

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The three sat at the table, enjoying their meal while Peter was busy rambling about his latest project he was working on at the lab. Usually Jude would rapid fire ask questions about Peter's work, (Y/n) swore she had a future scientist on her hands, but Jude was uncharacteristically silent as he picked at his noodles.

(Y/n) lightly nudged Peter with her foot to get him to take a breath. "Jude? You've hardly touched your udon, I thought you liked how mommy cooked it?"

"I'm not hungry..." he mumbled.

Peter and (Y/n) exchanged worried looks. Peter set his chopsticks down and put a hand on Jude's shoulder. "Jude-y moooody, is something wrong? You know you can talk to your mom and I about anything."

Jude glanced up at Peter through his lashes, then to (Y/n) before speaking. "Are you my daddy?"

(Y/n)'s chopsticks clattered onto her plate.

"W-What? Buddy-"

"I heard you and mommy on the phone!" Jude cut Peter off, "She said you're the best daddy in the world! Have you been my real daddy this whole time and you didn't tell me?"

Peter's face went beet red as his head snapped to look in (Y/n)'s direction. She was busy hiding her head in her palms.

"Listen, Jude," Peter gulped, trying to calm himself down, "I'm not your biological dad, your mom was just-"

"I want him to be your dad and I've been trying to get him used to being called that!" (Y/n) piped up, face visible flushed as both boys turned their attention to her.

Jude’s brows furrowed “You want him to be my daddy?”

(Y/n) nodded quickly, “I do-”

“You do?” Peter asked, earning a look from (Y/n).

“I do,” she cleared her throat, straightening up in her chair. “That’s why you heard me call him ‘daddy’... no other reason...”

Jude looked back at Peter, giving him puppy eyes, “Pleaaaase be my daddy! Pleaaaaase! You know all the good cartoons and mommy doesn’t!”

(Y/n) scoffed, offended by Jude’s words and ready to defend herself before Peter spoke up.

“Of course I’ll be your daddy, Jude.” Peter smiled, comfortingly rubbing Jude’s shoulder as he spoke. “You and your mommy mean so much to me, I love you both so much. I’d love nothing more than to be your dad.”

Jude smiled so big his cheeks started hurting. He practically jumped off his chair and into Peter’s arms, hugging his neck tight. “I love you more! You’re my daddy now! No one else’s!”

(Y/n) felt her heart melting as she tried fighting off her tears, only for Peter to ruin the moment.

“Not even mommy’s daddy? You don’t wanna share me with her?” Peter asked, tossing a cocky glance (Y/n)’s way.

“I gueeess I can share you with her!” Jude giggled. 

Meanwhile, (Y/n) was preparing to throw a plate at Peter.