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[twisted-affections-for-u]

Rabbit Flirting with Wolves

A/N: This was supposed to be made a LONG time ago, originally was the plot for part 2 to Run, Rabbit, Run but I didn't think it would work as a good part 2. This can be considered in the same universe/another part to it or something by itself. This is all from a DougDoug video making a joke about appealing the 3rd ammendment (I have no idea how to link the video but I'll figure that out another day). This is probably shit but hopefully you enjoy! This is my little farewell as I will be gone for a month while I recover from surgery, I will see you all when I get back!

Summary: You try to flirt with the 141 by making jokes about letting big, beefy soldiers into your home and bed. They take it as an invitation.

Warnings: Flirting, fluffy, suggestive themes, yandere themes, MDNI, implied anxious reader, no y/n, lad/bonnie/dove/bunny used for read but reader is gender neutral, bad accents, probably spelling errors

You thought it would be funny to tease your, utterly handsome, neighbors with some jokes from a YouTuber you found. You thought it would all be in good fun, a way to finally get back at Johnny and his flirty comments.

Your first joke was when they had invited you over for dinner, after John complaining that you real food and not the cheap stuff you can afford to make.

You can't lie and say you were confident about it, worrying they would take it wrong. You had seen how scary Simon could be if someone threatened their polycule and you didn't want to lose that because of a dumb joke. But after another stupid joke Johnny had made about Price, you decided to shoot your shot.

"You know I've always wanted hunky soldiers to come inside me-" You let out a little fake cough. "I mean inside my home."

Kyle nearly chokes on his food after you say that and Johnny starts CACKLING. "Bloody Jesus, Lad! You just tried to kill poor Kyle!"

You immediately feel awful at how bad that went, but Kyle swats away any hands that try to help him. "Give a man a warning next Dove." Kyle says, even though he is still coughing a bit but now with a smile he can't contain.

You hear Simon left out a snort while John can only shake his head in disappointment, before he turns to you. "You need to stop listening to Johnny, he is having a bad influence on you."

"Aye am doin' no such thin'!" Johnny shouts in mock offensive that causes you to start laughing as well. Maybe the joke wasn't that bad.

But oh! You had them eating out of the palm of your hand. Johnny spent the rest of the night after you left talking about what you said, questioning the others if you were serious about your joke. They couldn't even lie and say they weren't questioning the same thing. They had been subtly trying to get you to fall for them every since they met you. Maybe they didn't need to kidnap you to fall in love with them like they had first planned...

The next time you made one of your dumb jokes was during a movie night on their couch. You had all settled down while Kyle scrolled through channels and everyone, mainly Johnny, gave their input. This was the exact moment you took to strike.

"If a soldier can't randomly come into my home, take a shower, and spoon with me, what can they do?" You asked in an exasperated tone.

Immediate silence followed as the four started you down, making your face heat up in embarrassment. Maybe now was a bad time for a joke.

Before you could apologize, John cracked a smile and asked. "Is that what you think we do? Look all pretty so we can come warm your bed?"

You couldn't even get in a retort before Johnny quickly went from being in the middle of the couch, cuddling with his boyfriends, to practically throwing himself on top of you at one end of the couch. He had on one of his mischievous smirks as he turned his head to look up at you. "Is this all ya needed, Bonnie? A nice beefy soldier to keep ya warm?"

You think you could die happy in this moment with Johnny using his weight to keep you close to him. He refused to get off for the rest of the night and your sure he would have stayed there, if John hadn't warned him to get off of you or he wouldn't let him see you for a week. Johnny pouted the whole time as you gathered your stuff to leave. Getting reprimanded later to not push too much, incase you hated their attempts to get you to join their relationship.

The third time, and last, time you tried one of your jokes was when they had invited you to come with them to a club. You had been having fun when one of the jokes popped into your brain and the alcohol was not letting you second guess yourself.

"We should let those poor big, burly soldiers into our homes. I've been needing a roommate for awhile now."

This one got you a reaction you didn't expect. Simon, sat right next to you, turned to look at you with a look of disapproval before simply saying "No."

The embarrassment started to creep in thinking you finally pushed your luck this time, but instead of Simon once he finished his glass, he instead scoped you up and plopped you in his lap. You couldn't even think about running away as his arms circled around your waist. He leaned down so he could whisper in your ear, "You don' need no other soldiers, you have four right here. You think your jokes are something stupid to get a good rise out of us, but they have done more than you know. If you ever think about lettin' another soldier sleep with you in your bed, I will personally beat the block to a pulp. You made your bed, now lie in it."

All words had failed you as you could only open and close your mouth like a fish. You had turned to look to the others to see their reaction, but their smiles and soft eyes had taken a different turn. You felt like a sheep being stared down by wolves, but this was what you wanted, right bunny?

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Today I bring gifts of many medieval counter recolours, and some altogether new ones, because if there's one thing I love, it's matching woods, and kitchen counters.

So, pour yourself a drink and enjoy this scroll 🔻🔻

So to start with, a brand new counter. I recently found THIS bar by Eva on the Plumbob Keep and absolutely loved it. Only problem was, I had no counters that matched it. So I made some!

Featuring all of iCad's woods on 2 recolourable subsets, and working corner meshes for the main counter and the island, these counters were made by pulling apart Eva's mesh and stitching it back together again in various ways. I tried my best to match the style and vibe and am very happy with how these turned out.

While I was doing this, I also made some changes to Eva's bar.

I repo'd it to the counters, because Repo is life. They all used the same textures and we love only having to recolour one object for a whole set to match together.

I re-applied RDN's existing Pooklet recolours to the repo'd edition. I was not able to find any other RC's for this bar, but if you have any others they will be broken.

I fixed the placement of the bar on it's footprint so it no longer sits to one side, overlapping any counter placed next to it. I also resized and shifted it just slightly so that it lines up better with counters placed next to it, and narrowed the bartop overhang at the sides a bit so again, it doesn't clip with counters placed right next to it.

The bar still has the same GUID as Eva's original so please replace with this file.

Download my counters and bar changes iCad RCs | Pooklet RCs

Next, I recoloured the wonderful Solfal Medieval Counter in iCad's woods because I couldn't very well do a counterpalooza without finally recolouring these lovely meshes. While doing so, I realised that despite using the exact same texture, the right and left sides were not Repo'd to each other. So, once again, because Repo is life, I changed this. The left counter is now the MASTER, and the right is repo'd to it. I was tempted to also make a working corner mesh but decided not to in the end.... yet 😉😅

All existing recolours will still work, you just don't need separate files for the right side anymore.

Download Repo'd Meshes and RCs here

Next, I recoloured this awesome counter by MotherOf70, which I stole from @niamh-sims the other day. Once again, in all of iCad's woods because we loooooove matchy matchy!!

Download here | Meshes here for your convenience

Here's a handy swatch of iCad's colours so you know what you're getting with these recolours.

Now, BONUS ROUND!

A little while ago, @lordcrumps was on a medieval content spree and made these lovely counters to match one of the tables from TSM:

And with these counters he also converted a sink and did something kind of cool with the sink "cutout" transform node, where the counter shrinks to a mini one when the sink is placed on it:

I thought this was super cool so I did the same thing with my counters to match Eva's bar:

And because there weren't any recolours for this cute little pot sink, I made a few quick and dirty ones:

So with Alex's gracious permission, I am also uploading his fabulous Counter Du Jour!

Counters

and Pot Sink

Note that this sink will only work as intended with Alex and I's counters. Other sinks will look funny if they cause the counter to transform into "cutout" mode, but as most medieval sinks simply sit on the benchtop, I've found I can use these everywhere without too much trouble!

That's all for today folks, hope you enjoy these lovely counters and recolours as much as I have been! **Edit - forgot to say you need LordCrumps's Sims 4 Shadow file for his counter and mine :) Sorry!

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Ultrasound

Pairing: Joaquin Torres x Fem!Reader Warning: mention of miscarriages and irregular period, Joaquin passed out, but mainly fluff Summary: You found out you were pregnant, so Joaquin scheduled an ultrasound appointment only to find out that there were two of them. Word count: 1,661

You've been trying for the past couple of years to get pregnant, after many negative tests, many false positives, and unfortunate miscarriages, you were finally pregnant. Your body has lied to you many times. You didn't want to take a test and get disappointed, so you ignored it until you started to notice your stomach was getting a little bigger.

Joaquin didn't want to be rude, but he felt like if he didn't say anything, you would probably get upset. He asked you about it in the nicest way possible. He wanted to approach this delicately. He searched the house for you, he found you in the bathroom, sitting on the floor, staring at the little stick in your hands.

"Hey baby, you okay?" Joaquin sat down beside you, placing his hand on your lower back.

"I'm pregnant." You couldn't stop staring at the pregnancy test.

Joaquin was stunned yet excited. He pulled you into him, hugging you tightly. You were still frozen, you wanted to hug him back, you wanted to be excited, but you were scared. What if you have another miscarriage? What if you do something that hurts the baby.

Joaquin pulled back, placing his hands on your shoulders. "Are you okay, baby?"

You nodded and watched your hands shake. Joaquin placed his hand on your stomach and rubbed his thumb soothingly. He smiled and kissed your cheek, rubbing your back with his other hand.

"I have to call the doctor and schedule an appointment to get an ultrasound." You couldn't tear your eyes away from the pregnancy test

"I'll do it, baby. Why don't I run you a bath so you can relax?" Joaquin kissed your temple and helped you up.

He slowly took the pregnancy test from your hands and placed it on the sink, and helped you undress. He leaned over and turned the water on. He knew you weren't exactly excited about it, but you loved him, and you knew this would be a journey, and you were also ready for it.

Once the tub was filled, he helped you get in, and as you relaxed, Joaquin put in some bubble bath and some muscle-relaxing soap. He kissed the top of your head, then placed your phone on the side just in case you needed him.

Joaquin went downstairs to the kitchen. He called Sam first, he was too excited not to. Joaquin was basically bouncing in place, waiting for Sam to answer.

"It's our day off, what do you want?" Sam's voice flowed through the speaker in a playful annoyance

"I couldn't wait, I'm too excited." Joaquin took a deep breath. "Y/N is pregnant!"

"Oh shit, man. Tell her I said congratulations. How is she taking it?"

"I don't know, she was kinda frozen in place. I put her in the bath to relax her." Joaquin sat down at the island. "I'm going to call the doctor for her. I wanted to tell you first."

"Well, I'm honored, man. Please let me know if you need anything. Call that doctor and get her to an appointment quickly." They said their goodbyes while Joaquin walked back to the bathroom to check on you.

When he got to the bathroom, you looked physically relaxed. He sat down on the floor next to the tub and called the doctor to see when you could be seen. The doctor said they had a cancellation, and if the two of you could get there by 4pm, the appointment is yours. Joaquin looked at his phone and saw that it was 3:30.

"You can be seen at 4 if we hurry." He looked over at you and smiled at you. You nodded and slowly stood up.

"I'm actually very excited for this. I had time to sit and think about it, and I'm ready. We got this." You smiled at him as he helped you out of the bath.

The two of you got ready and headed out the door. Good thing you don't live that far from the doctor's office, you had 15 minutes to get there, and you made it just in time.

Joaquin went up to the counter to tell them your name while you looked around at the other expecting moms, you got nervous all over again. You sat down waiting for Joaquin to come over.

"First baby?" You heard a sweet voice from beside you, you looked over and smiled.

"Yeah, I'm a little nervous." You let out a breath and leaned back against the chair.

"This is my 3rd. How far along are you?" She rubbed her belly and smiled back at you.

"I actually don't know. I noticed my stomach getting bigger, and since my period is irregular, I didn't think anything of it, so I took a test, and it was positive. I'm here to find out." You looked down at your small bump, then back at her.

"Little bit of advice for you. You can't spoil a baby by holding it or tending to its needs, and don't let anyone tell you have to parent your baby." She offered you a smile, and both of you looked up when your name was called. "Good luck, darling."

You smiled and walked over to meet Joaquin. "Who's your new friend?" He placed his hand on your lower back, looking back at the lady.

"Fellow mommy, she gave me a little advice." You followed the nurse into the ultrasound room and laid down on the table.

"Okay, so this gel is gonna be a little cold, but it won't be for too long." You nodded and lifted your shirt up.

Joaquin sat beside you and held your hand, both of you looked at the monitor while the ultrasound tech was moving the wand around to find your baby. You narrowed your eyes when you saw something odd.

"Wait. What was that?" You pointed toward the screen, and the nurse froze.

"So, this right here," She moved to the one side, "Is baby A."

"Baby A? Are you telling me there's more than one?!" You looked over at Joaquin, then back at the tech just in time to see her nod.

"And this is baby B." She moved over a few inches to show your other baby.

"Twins?!" Joaquin stared at the screen. He looked like he was going to pass out.

"Sir, are you okay?" The nurse stood on her feet and looked over at Joaquin.

"I think I'm going to pass out." He slid off the chair and laid down on the floor

"I'm going to go get you a pillow." She wiped off your stomach and went to get Joaquin a pillow.

"Baby, you still with me?" You looked down at him, and his eyes were closed.

You got off the table and sat down beside him, rubbing his shoulder. The nurse came back with a pillow and a blanket. You slowly placed the pillow under his head, running your fingers through his hair.

"Take your time, I'm going to go get him some water, and if you need an ambulance, please don't hesitate to let us know." She placed your ultrasound pictures on the table and left to get water.

"Joaquin, baby, you okay?" You spoke gently, rubbing his cheek gently.

His eyes fluttered open, and he looked up at you. He smiled weakly at you, feeling his brain pound against his skull.

"What happened?" You ran your fingers through his curls and smiled

"Well, I don't really want you to pass out again, but we're having twins." You watched his facial expressions, hoping he doesn't pass out again.

His face lit up, "Twins?" You nodded and helped him sit up

"I can't wait to call Sam and tell him!" He smiled and hugged you tightly.

The nurse brought him water and helped him up. You grabbed your pictures and walked to the car. The nurse gave Joaquin an ice pack just in case he needed it. The two of you sat in the car looking at the ultrasound pictures. You smiled and rubbed your thumb over the babies.

"I can't wait till they're here and we can love them fully." You looked over at Joaquin

"What if I mix them up?" Joaquin frowned and tried to look away. You used your finger to make him look at you.

"I don't think you will, baby. We got this, we will have to get a bigger place though." You held his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Sam said there's a house next to his that just went up for sale, maybe we can go look at it later." Joaquin brought your hand to his lips and kissed the tops of your hands.

Joaquin called Sam before you got a chance to respond, asking him to meet the two of you at the house beside him. You drove over while Joaquin was still on the phone, telling Sam everything that happened at the appointment.

"Don't forget to tell him you passed out." You giggled when you heard Joaquin scoff. You knew he rolled his eyes, but told Sam about it anyway.

The three of you visited the house, you instantly fell in love with it. You could imagine raising multiple children in that house, the backyard was huge enough to put a cute jungle gym or a treehouse for when the kids get older. You looked over at Joaquin and Sam as they stood there with their hands on their hips, talking and staring at the backyard.

You smiled to yourself and saw little visions of kids running around, being chased by Sam, and of course, Bucky showing off his vibranium arm, showing them how much he can lift. Sam and Bucky sneaking to get them ice cream after you and Joaquin said no. Sam and Joaquin taking them on a "flight" when they're old enough. You sighed happily and rubbed your belly. This was the start of something so beautiful.

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[thenexusofsouls]

She seemed so nervous, or upset, or both, so Wade was glad he could make her laugh, even if only for a second. As the reason for her troubles became apparent, Wade felt so conflicted. On the one hand, he'd love to help a parent find their child, but on the other hand, he had to be careful and not bring anyone dangerous around Rockland. She hadn't been very forthcoming with information about herself, so that raised some red flags for Wade, but he also knew that everyone was their own case, and sometimes things weren't what they seemed.

Her reaction to him having met Rockland, though, and to him having his contact information, seemed very genuine. It was the right kind of reaction for a concerned parent longing to be reunited with their child, even despite that she was trying to hide most of it from him. Wade was perceptive. He had to be, given his job. That's why when she asked where he'd seen him, Wade was inclined to answer truthfully, even if he didn't exactly narrow down the location exactly. "New York..." he whispered softly, mindful of how emotional she was getting.

A hard lump rose in Wade's throat at her reaction to him having seen a picture of her that Rockland had shown him. This was starting to hit a bit close to home for him. "Yeah, he's doin' okay. He's got a great head on his shoulders, that's for sure. Sharp as hell," he answered her with a slight smile. He didn't mention the abusive dad, or the problems with walking. Or the... powers. That didn't need to be said right now. Rockland was a tough kid and he was managing. That's all she needed to know.

Honestly, Wade hadn't expected her to answer his question at all, so when she did rather genuinely, and vulnerably, he was surprised. "Wow..." he said, obviously taking what she said seriously. "I'm really sorry that happened to you. Wait, so... all this time... you were kept prisoner by these people? Is anything being done about them?" His sense of justice just had to ask that question, of course.

Her honesty prompted some from himself, if only to prove to her that he was human and that he had a heart. "Look, I... I understand how it feels to lose a child, okay? I get it. I really do." His voice had turned a bit scratchy as he fought back his own tears. "I told you I uh... lost my team during a job gone bad. Three people, two friends and a woman I loved more than anything who was pregnant. I actually found that out the same night she was killed. It was um... It was gonna be a girl." He sniffed, and wipe his face a little, trying not to give into actual crying. "I lost them both, and now I can't have any more kids. Medical reasons, I guess you could say. So... that's that." He was quiet for a moment, and then, "I get it. 'Cause I would've given anything to know my kid. So if... if you wanna find him... I'll help you. On one condition, though. We should ask him first, let him know we're comin'. I don't wanna spring somethin' like this on him. Is that okay?"

The soldier bunched herself up under the desk, palms pressed to her ears with enough pressure that she could hear the squeak of her joints. She was trying to block out the noise. The angry shouts as she disobeyed direct orders. When had she entered the office? One minute she'd been searching the aisles...

well,

Shallow breaths

A tap on her shoulder, sending her jolting alongside her racing heart, wide eyes searching for the source- an elderly woman with a light laugh, and an apology for startling her. She was only reaching for the milk

Bright, fluorescent lights

Constant chatter and clanging and beeping that was not, in fact, a heart rate monitor, and was instead the tills as the cashiers scanned various items

Too many options

kind of.

At some point she'd passed the bakery, and a small child in a cart had wheeled by, holding a...

And then she'd found herself in the office. The door was locked from the inside. The desk had the indent of fingers on the edge of it's surface, as though imprinted in wet cement. One of it's legs wiggled like a snake. Both still gleaned with the sweat of her hands.

The manager kept slamming on the door, shouting and raving about calling the police, and company files and trespassing. And yet she was frozen in place. - For Wade, sadiebrin

@sadiebrin

"Donuts or muffins?" Wade muttered to himself as he looked around the bakery section. His head tilted to one side, then the other. "Eh, they each have their good points..."

It was supposed to rain today. Not just rain, thunderstorm. So far, though, the sky had gone dark for a couple hours and it had gotten rather windy, but so far... no rain or thunder. Perfect weather for Wade to do a little shopping during normal human hours without fear of getting too impaired by the sun. He'd felt a mild tingling on his skin when he stepped outside, but... not too bad. And really, he just had to go from his apartment building to his SUV, and then from there into the store. He could do that standing on his head, so... time to shop.

Being a vampire sucked, pun intended. Needing blood all the time was not only unappealing to Wade, but it was massively inconvenient with his schedule and lifestyle. And he refused to give up the foods he loved, even if they did nothing for him nowadays. At least he could eat whatever he wanted without fear of getting fat or developing heart disease, since whatever made him a vampire seemed to regulate his body to keep it in tip-top shape without him having to do much of anything.

His deliberations on exactly what kind of indulgent human food to buy were interrupted by a very distressed woman staggering from near where he was toward the back of the store. Confections could wait. Wade followed her, sensing that something was very wrong. When she went inside an office and slammed the door, Wade stopped and watched as the manager began pounding on the door like a child throwing a tantrum. "Really?" Wade mumbled to himself.

Making his way to the door, Wade laid his hand on the manager's shoulder. "Take a breath, okay? I think she's havin' some kinda problem." The manager was taking too many breaths, as it were, and spouting more boisterous nonsense about how she wasn't allowed in there, and if she didn't come out right this instant he was going to called the cops!

With an irritated smirk, Wade reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. "Dude, relax, I am the cops," he said, flashing his badge just fast enough for the manager to see something that looked official but not long enough for him to actually read that it only said government licensed bounty hunter on it. It worked, and the manager took a step back from the door. Only one. Wade looked at him like, you gotta be kiddin' me with this bullshit. "Yeah, you wanna gimme some time here, man? I'll handle it, don't worry." With that, the manager huffed and left to deal with an irate woman who couldn't find the type of cheese she wanted and was making it everyone else's problem.

"Hey... miss?" he called through the door. "You okay in there? Need some help?" He was trying to get through to the woman but also sound as non-threatening as he could manage.

[greenwitchfromthewoods]

Right Beside Me. [chapter 4] l Harry Castillo

Harry Castillo x f!reader

bio : You and Harry had been friends for a few years. When he told you about his plans, despite your concerns, you supported him in his decision. Later, you were there for him as he tried to find his way in a new situation, when he was looking for the love he had always dreamed of. You were looking for the same thing too… But maybe you were both looking in the wrong places?

warnings: spoilers!If you haven't seen the movie The Materialists and don't want to know the plot, skip this story; friends to lovers; self-doubt; complexes and low self-esteem; alcohol; tears; Reader in poor mental health; they argue and make up; they meet Matt; kissing?

a/n : do you like this story?

your feedback is very important to me and I want to thank you for all the reblogs, comments and likes. I secretly hope you like this story.🖤 sorry for all the mistakes

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"How come you've never been here for waffles? What kind of friend am I if I haven't taken you here yet?"

"The worst of them all."

"Ouch! You hurt me, honey."

You chuckled, looking through the menu of the restaurant Harry claimed had the best waffles. Your blood sugar was about to skyrocket, but you didn't mind. It was a sunny morning, and you finally let him talk you out of the house and grab breakfast out.

It was your second day with Harry, and you felt your old closeness slowly rebuilding.

Just like now, as he sat before you in a soft gray shirt, sleeves rolled up and a few buttons undone, looking completely indifferent to his appearance. You noticed the two women giving him long glances, but he seemed preoccupied with discussing every dish on the menu.

"We could order everything and share," he announced with a disarming smile.

"God! If we eat all of this, you'll have to roll me." You laughed. "Maybe half of it?"

He raised an eyebrow. "So we'll come back here to eat the other half? Will you promise me that?"

"You're worse than a child." You shook your head, but couldn't hide your smile. "Yes. I promise. But then we'll go for a walk."

"Deal."

You watched Harry approach one of the employees to place his order. You weren't entirely sure how you felt. No, it wasn't about the waffles or this place, but about Harry. You'd be home soon, start a new job, and everything would go back to normal. Did that mean your time with Harry was already decided?

You missed him. You missed the stability he gave you, the support, and the feeling that you didn't have to pretend with him. So much had changed between you in the last few months, you weren't sure what to call what remained.

“You’re lost, honey.” Harry sat back down at the table, placing the coffee in front of you. “A penny for your thoughts.”

“Bad deal, Castillo,” you replied. “What time do you have to be in the office?”

“I work from home,” he replied, holding up his phone. “Or wherever we are. Those are the perks of my job.”

You looked at him suspiciously. “You did that for me?”

“No. For waffles.”

Maybe things weren’t so bad between you after all.

A few minutes later, a young waitress brought your order. The table was laden with plates and waffles of all kinds with toppings, and you felt like a child again. Armed with forks, you began sharing each one, commenting on its taste.

"The strawberry one is delicious." Harry took a sip of his coffee, swallowing another bite.

"You keep saying that," you observed, but you reached for the one he pointed to.

"And you've never been disappointed."

You slowly chewed your waffle when he noticed your gaze wandering again. He gave you a moment before she spoke.

"We can go home if you want," Harry said gently.

You shook your head, the corners of your mouth turning up slightly. "No need. But thank you."

"For what?" he wondered.

"For giving me something to do so I don't have to think so much. That's nice. Thank you."

Harry smiled. His hand found yours between the plates and squeezed it lightly. He still felt your frailty, but he increasingly recognized the spark he knew so well.

Many people were enjoying the beautiful weather, strolling through the park or lying on the green grass. You were part of that group. Your shoulders brushed occasionally, you laughed carelessly, and chatted about nothing. Harry was telling you how beautiful Iceland was, promising to take you there, because why not, when someone called your name.

You turned around, a shy smile spreading across your face.

"Matt! Nice to see you."

From the tone of your voice, Harry wasn't sure if it was really that nice. He was right behind you when a tall, pleasant man approached you with a smile. He was carrying a laptop bag, and right behind him was a pretty woman with a similar bag in her hand.

"Hi!" Matt leaned in, lightly kissing your cheek. "You look fantastic. I thought you were already at work."

"Day off." You replied quickly, catching sight of Harry out of the corner of your eye. "Uh... It's Harry. I told you about him once."

"I think I've told you more than once." Matt smiled, extending his hand to Harry, and they shook hands. "It's Nancy, we work together." She smiled. "Good to know you're okay. I've texted a few times."

Harry noticed your hands tucking into the sleeves of the sweatshirt you were wearing as you protectively crossed your arms over your chest. "I've been busy. So much work."

"Yeah, we know that, right?" Nancy nodded. "Harry, keep an eye on her. Sometimes she forgets to eat and take care of herself when she's lost in work."

"Sure," Harry replied. As he placed his hand on your back, he felt your muscles twitch slightly. "We have to go, Matt. It was nice meeting you." "You too, Harry."

Matt and Nancy quickly left, and you exhaled. It took you a moment to realize how tense you were. For a moment, you watched in silence as Matt and Nancy disappeared into the crowd.

"Are you okay?" Harry's voice came to you as if from behind a wall.

"They're together. Or they will be," you said, shrugging. "Nancy looks at him like I never have before. And… And suddenly I felt so small. Worthless. Empty. And… Ugly."

You spoke the last word so quietly that if Harry hadn't been standing right next to you, he wouldn't have heard it. Something heavy settled in his stomach.

"You're too hard on yourself. You always have been," he said. Your gaze slowly traveled to his face. "If you saw yourself the way I see you…"

"Stop," you interrupted him. Maybe a little too harshly, but you didn't want to be lectured. Not now, not by him. "I don't want to hear this. You don't know how I feel. You can only surround me with pillows and sweet nothings, but it doesn't change anything. Nothing."

He swallowed your words and pressed his lips together. In an instant, the chasm opened between you again, and you stood on opposite sides. But soon you looked down and felt as if all your emotions had escaped like air from a burst balloon.

"Do you want to go home?" Harry asked. You nodded.

No, he wasn't angry with you. He couldn't be. Harry Castillo had always been patient, understanding, and empathetic, and when it came to you, he had all of those things in abundance. But lying in bed, in the darkness of his bedroom, lit only by the dim light of the streetlights, he couldn't stop thinking about you, about your eyes, and how much he wanted to make things right. He wasn't entirely sure he could, and every step had to be careful and deliberate.

One thing was certain, though—he wouldn't give up what you had for anything in the world. Your relationship, your friendship, and what you shared were the most precious things he possessed.

He didn't hear his bedroom door open quietly, and he almost had a heart attack when your soft voice came from the dark hallway.

"Harry? Are you asleep?"

He propped himself up on his elbows and saw your silhouette in the darkness. "No, I'm awake. Is something wrong?"

You were standing by his bed. The shirt you were wearing, Harry's, was a little too big for you, but perfect for sleeping. You nervously clasped your hands together.

"I wanted to apologize," you said. The words had been swirling around in your head for a long time, but at that moment, they were all gone. But you were talking to Harry, to your Harry. "I shouldn't have..." You took a deep breath. "I shouldn't have said that. You really understand me, and I... I can't sleep, I keep thinking about all this. Can I..."

"Come here."

You didn't hesitate. After a moment, you slipped under the slippery sheets and lay down next to Harry.

"Listen," he began, staring at the ceiling, just like you were now. "You don't have to apologize to me for anything. I understand you're going through a hard time, and I just want to help you. Let me do this."

He didn't see your nod, so you said quietly, "Okay. Thank you, Harry." Harry heard you exhale softly. After a moment of silence, your voice, lighter now, echoed beside him again. "Do you remember how we met?"

He sighed. "Honestly? Barely. But I remember how I felt." A soft rustle indicated you had turned your head towards him. "When we met, I felt like someone had actually noticed me and genuinely enjoyed my company. I couldn't believe a woman like you had paid attention to me."

"What are you talking about?" you snorted in surprise. "You were the only interesting person in this place. And your eyes… God, you looked at me like you could see right through me."

"I never asked you that." Harry turned and rested his head on his elbow, staring at you intently. "Has my height ever bothered you? I mean… has that made us just friends?"

Despite the dim lighting, he saw you frown. "No!" You replied, "Your height has never bothered me, although..."

"Although?"

"Okay, since we're being honest." He was sure that if he turned on the light, he would see your embarrassed expression. "When you picked me up from work a few times, the girls commented on it, of course. They said you were damn handsome, but you could be, you know..."

"Yeah, I know."

You rubbed your eyebrows with your hand, sighing. "And then I realized I don't want to share you with anyone. I know it's selfish. And I know you were never mine, but..."

But Harry didn't think it was selfish. On the contrary, he thought it was the most wonderful thing he'd ever heard. And you were wrong, he was yours, and had been for a long time.

The silence that fell between you was expectant. The fear that you'd said too much slowly crept into your mind. You were about to say something when Harry's fingers brushed your arm, his warm voice echoing beside you.

"What you said about yourself in the park wasn't true." You felt a lump in your throat. "You are the most precious, intelligent, and beautiful woman I know. You were there for me when I needed you most, and I didn't even have to ask. But when you needed me, I let you down. I'm sorry, darling. I'm sorry I wasn't there then. But I am now, and know that I will stay."

Tears glistened in your eyes. No words could escape your throat, so you simply reached out, tenderly stroking Harry's cheek. He understood, always had. He took your hand and kissed the back of it.

"Harry..." you whispered with difficulty, but you didn't need to finish the sentence.

You were close, so vulnerable next to him. Maybe it was that moment, maybe it was the words you both spoke. For a brief moment, everything around you froze, and the city outside fell silent. Harry leaned in slightly, his lips not yet touching yours, as if testing if he could allow himself to be so close. But when he felt your hand on the back of his neck, he didn't hesitate any longer.

His lips found yours, capturing them in a tender kiss. This new sensation made your fingers slide into his hair, squeezing it lightly. A soft tongue slipped between your lips, deepening the kiss, and Harry encased you between his arms. The moan he drew from you sent shivers down his spine.

Damn, it was addictive. You were addictive. For a brief moment, he pulled away, noticing your closed eyes and the tip of your tongue licking your lips. That small movement ignited something inside him.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…” he began.

“No, that’s not true,” you interrupted calmly. “We both meant it.”

He smiled, and thank God, you smiled back. He didn’t want to test himself any further, so he kissed you again, then lay down next to you, pulling you closer. Without realizing it, you both fell asleep, feeling much more peaceful.

It wasn’t a familiar feeling. For the first time in a long time, you woke up feeling safe and secure, feeling like you truly belonged here. The morning sun danced on the wall, reflecting off various surfaces, and a strong arm wrapped around your waist. Harry’s solid body pressed against your back, his soft snores reaching your ears. It was peaceful, normal. Like you always belonged here.

The memory of your kiss flashed before your eyes, and you couldn’t help but smile. This wasn't what you expected when you arrived at his door three days ago, but you weren't going to complain. Harry had always been your safe haven, your friend, someone you could be yourself with. But that kiss stirred something new in your chest, and you weren't sure what it was.

"Stay," a sleepy voice said behind you as you stirred slightly. The hug tightened, and Harry buried his face in your hair.

"I wanted to go to the bathroom," you replied, stifling a laugh.

He groaned. "Fine, but come back."

You slipped out of the sheets and walked across the wooden floor to the bathroom adjacent to Harry's bedroom. The cold water pleasantly refreshed your face. It must have been early still, since Harry hadn't gotten up before you.

"You look beautiful."

You rolled your eyes, but smiled at his words a moment later, returning to the bed. You lay down facing Harry.

"What are you thinking about?" you asked, seeing his brown eyes watching you intently.

"I think it's nice to wake up next to you."

You felt warmth spread across your neck and cheeks. "Do you really think so?"

"Yes." Harry nodded. He reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. "And I wonder why it took me so long to understand."

You looked down for a moment, as if his words were too strong for this first morning. "So you don't regret it?"

Harry frowned, clearly surprised. "What? That you're here? That kiss? Honey..." He cupped your chin and tilted it up so you were looking at him. You saw only sincerity in his face. "If this doesn't destroy what we have, and I don't think it will, since you're here, then I have nothing to regret. That's how it should be."

A sweet smile played on your lips. Harry gave in to temptation and kissed you again after a moment. There was nothing he could regret, except maybe the time it took him to realize he had belonged to you for so long.

☆☆☆

Thank you for your time.

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[saltynsassy31]

Gonna stick my dragon AU ask on a different ask: Speaking of getting Rod to slowly trust Ratchet and Drift again, I have to wonder if treats are involved (actually how does Rod even get energon on the planet? Do he have a better relationship with the actual natives vs the technorganics?)

I feel like if treats were involved he'd feel a little insulted because he's not an animal! ...They're more effective than he like admitting though (maybe) (also like, free treats, hell yeah)

Yeah, another thing I absolutely did not consider and I realise is probably a HUGE deal.

Though, over the couple of days since this ask was sent, I did think it over a bit and the answer is no, he probably doesn't get energon on the planet. Not natrually anyway.

Actually! I did write a drabble going over his relationship with the natives and going a bit over how he gets fuel. In short, he can eat other things like metal and such, also a bit of organic stuff but it makes him feel kind of sick. I imagine they'd make him able to process more things outside of energon since it's not something they have readily available and they need him to survive anywhere they take him.

However, nothing beats a good energon cube, so treats are HEAVILY involved. Blud has probably been starving! And yes, he was highly offended over being handed treats like a pet, but he was also starving for some good fuel so he begrudingly accepted the peace offerings.

Though he was a finicky guy at the beginning which made getting close enough to feed him a bit tricky at first. So it led to hilarious moments like this:

Though they weren't as subtle as they would have liked XD

As for the one-shot I wrote...

Reluctant Help

Heavy thundering footsteps of armoured soldiers echoed through the tight alleyways from the outskirts of the main capital, guards yelling after two small children that squeezed themselves even tighter between the cracks. 

"Faster, Bijou! We can't let them catch us!" 

"I'm trying, but the bag's too heavy!" 

"We're almost out! Just a little more-" 

A loud bang travelled through the hills, startling the birds that surrounded the Dragon, alerting him that something was amiss. He lifted his head from its resting position over his claws, and when blood-curdling screams followed not long after the initial shot, he stood up in alarm, recognising the distinct way the shout sounded and ran after it. 

He just hoped he wasn't too late already. 

"Stupid-! Piece of junk." Ratchet hissed out under his breath as he kicked the underside of the opened panel of the shuttle. "At this rate we'll never get out of here. There isn't enough materials for us to scavenge in the fields, it's barren." 

"Ratchet!" 

The medic took a deep breath, trying to cool his systems. "Please tell me you got the things I asked for." He said with an exhausted drawl of his tone, not bothering to turn around. 

"Um- no, but--" Ratchet was already slumping in defeat, knowing that they weren't making any progress that day. "Then get back to searching! Whatever it is you found can wait!" He knew his anger was misdirected, but he was reaching his limits and he didn't have the energy to deal with Drift's meandering. 

"The Dragon." Drift blurted out in one go, finally getting Ratchet to look at him. "It's here, it came back." 

"Should we be worried?" Ratchet put down the tools he was holding to fully face Drift, crossing his arms. 

"I don't know. It's just- it seems like it wants something? It kept looking around then back at me and doing that little thing where it tilts its head and throws its snout forward as if it's asking you a question.

I said I was going to fetch you and it sat down, so I'm guessing it wants you." 

Ratchet could only look at Drift dumb founded. "What would it want me for? It never lets me get close." The shrug he was given as a response did little to settle his nerves. He groans. "Fine, sure, take me to it." 

As Drift described, the Dragon sat patiently right at the rocky gates of their temporary settlement, though Ratchet could see by the wait its tail cut the weed below it and the tip of its wings twitched and shook but refused to open that it was anxious. The second it spotted the two come out, it quickly stood up and lunged forward towards Ratchet, but was halted by a sword being put between its maw and the medic. 

"Woah there, buddy. Calm down. Let's not do anything hasty--" 

"DRIFT!" The Swordsmech jumped as he heard his friend scream out for his name, turning around to watch him be picked up by the Dragon's tail, the tip of it hooking to Ratchet's collar. Drift barely got the time to react as the Dragon ran off with the medic. "Dang it." He spit out before transforming and tailed after them. 

The roads were bumpy and hard to maneuver, which made keeping up with the might of the beast ahead of him slightly difficult. And for something so big, it was terrifyingly fast on foot. But he couldn't lose him. Not like this. 

"And I thought we were getting along..." Drift couldn't help but bitterly mumble to himself. 

Ratchet could only helplessly dangle from the dragon’s tail, watching as Drift became smaller and smaller as their distance grew until he could no longer be seen, the mech struggling to drive through all the bumps and rock formations that plagued this land. "What's this all about, huh? I thought we were working something out together, why the sudden kidnapping?" He tried to reason, despite not being able to speak the same language, he knew the dragon understood them. Though, if it heard him, it pretended it didn't.

"Seriously, this is absurd! I know you can hear me, put me down, there's no need for the thea- oof." Ratchet was unceremoniously dropped to the ground, dust from the collapse itching at his vents, making them flare and stutter. Ratchet slowly got up, waving away the dust still tickling his vents, coughing it out of them. "Okay, there was no need for that- hey!" Ratchet didn't even have the time to process where they were as the Dragon began to gently poke him forward with his snout. "Really, what is up with you today?" 

His question was quickly answered by a trembling sniff that caught his attention. He turned towards the source of the noise, following it cautiously over to a small concave covered in moss that kept two small bodies hidden. 

Instantly, Ratchet recognised them as the natives the invading techno-organics had blocked off from their natural resources. They had pale blue skin with dark blue stripes all across their bodies, their tails longer than those of adults and thinner. They both had short, black hair, though the one that was crying had the fringe pinned back with a yellow hairclip. She hugged her friend who looked unconscious, black and orange gunk smudged across both of them, but predominantly the one resting on her friend's lap. 

That's when, upon closer inspection, Ratchet took notice of the gaping wound at their side that still looked to be bleeding through the poorly wrapped up gauze. 

Ratchet snapped out of his daze by another, gentler but more desperate, poke of the dragon's snout. He turned around to face the beast, still wide-eyed. "Is this why you brought me?" A single, slow nod was all the confirmation he needed. 

He turned around to face the children again. They only managed to make minimal contact with the locals, focusing more on resources due to their current circumstances. Their language was slightly harder than usual to translate, but they got most of it down by now. He crouched down, offering a kind smile to the frightened child.

When she scooted further away despite the small space, pulling her friend closer, Ratchet simply gave a small step back with his hands raised to make himself nonthreatening. "It's ok, you're okay. I'm not here to hurt you." She paused, not expecting to hear her own language spoken back to her. 

She turned her gaze behind him, over to the dragon that breathed hot air down his neck. From what Drift had gathered interacting with the locals, they seemed to almost worship this dragon as their protector. Some sort of prophecy he didn't understand and how its arrival was a sign of hope to them, that it was a beast worth trusting. 

The dragon nodded again, huffed and groaned something the little girl seemed to understand (that part was still unclear, whether they understood it or not), and she slowly let go of her friend, letting Ratchet get a full view of her. Now, he is not familiar with this species, but they looked to be fully organic which helped him somewhat figure out at least basic aid. It wasn't his specialty, but he knew a thing or two. "I can keep the injury from worsening, but further medical attention should be done by a doctor of your species." He explained as gently as possible, already pulling out some cleaning cloth to get rid of all the gunk surrounding the wound. "Speaking of, why, and more importantly how are you two so far out? There isn't a village for at least another day." If he were to guess, this is probably why the dragon brought Ratchet here, he was closest. Though how he knew he was a medic despite the topic never coming up... 

He was shaken out of his thoughts as the little girl spoke up. "The Dragon can't consume what we do, it gets sick. He has to eat a type of energy we don't naturally produce. We are running out of it, the Palace has abundance of it. The Dragon is always protecting us, we thought, maybe..." There was shifting from behind Ratchet, the Dragon appeared from his peripheral vision to nuzzle the girl.

She giggled, petting his nose, but Ratchet could see the frown on the corner of the dragon’s mouth, his eyes saddened and pained. "He's strong." Ratchet said simply, getting back to work. "And I know you want to help, but sometimes helping means staying behind and not putting yourself in danger." He made sure to keep his tone gentle so as to not startle the kid. 

"Besides, we got the fuel he needs. So don't go worrying your pretty little head over it, okay?" He looked back up at the girl with a soft smile, reaching to tuck her hair behind her pointy ear with his clean hand. She looked at him in small awe before quickly nodding, smiling back at him. "Okay...thank you." 

Ratchet held that moment for a little bit longer before focusing back on the unconscious friend. "Your friend is going to be alright, at least long enough until you can get to the nearest doctor." He looks over to the dragon, smirking slightly. "And I think you'll get to one in record time if our friend over here can make the trip." 

The dragon tilted his head slightly before the medic's words clicked and he perked up at them. 

Drift finally found where the dragon had taken Ratchet after tracking down the heavy footprints the beast left behind in its wake, and after threading through thick mud and tall grass, he could see the familiar red and white of the medic standing tall with his hands over his hips. He transformed beside his friend, looking at Ratchet and following his line of sight to see the dragon running off with the bodies atop his back. "I feel like I missed a lot." 

"You know, Drift," Ratchet said, ignoring the swordsmech comment completely and turning to look at him with a soft look on his face. "I think you were right." 

"About...?"  "There's something about that dragon that feels unique."

[thevoicefromanotherworld]

"I HAVE A HUNCH"

I WROTE ANOTHER FIC WITH JOHNNY

I hope you like it! 😊☝🖤

Johnny stormed into the Baxter Building in a rage.

Sue shot up from the couch as soon as she saw him, a tense expression on her face.

"Where is she?" he demanded, and Sue just pointed her index finger at your bedroom door.

"Johnny, I don't think you should… she needs to be alone."

"You don't know that" he blurted out before heading over to where you were.

When he heard you sobbing, he thought his whole world was coming crashing down.

He walked into the room and saw you sitting on the bed with your back to the door, wearing one of your baggy sweatshirts and your pants, irrefutable proof that you weren't okay.

When you turned to look at him and saw the tears running down your cheeks, he couldn't help but clench his fists at his sides, causing the flames to flare up in rage, unbidden by him.

"Johnny," you said softly, sniffing, "What are you doing here?"

"What a good friend would do," he whispered, sitting across from you. "We said we'd be there for each other no matter what. Remember?" You nodded. "Do you want to tell me what happened?"

"I'd rather not, honestly," you murmured. "I need…" You took a deep, shaky breath. "Can we just be silent, please?"

"We'll do whatever you want, baby" he whispered, scanning your area with his gaze. "Come here," he said, opening his arms for you to sit between them.

He cradled you for several minutes, placing small kisses on the top of your head, which made you feel a little better.

"What's his name?" he asked then.

"Who?" you murmured, confused.

"The bastard who did this to you," he emphasized, "give me his address and I'll burn his house down, or him. Yeah, on second thought, I think I'll burn his things first, and when I see everything covered in ashes, then I'll burn him."

A laugh escaped your lips, making Johnny smile.

The fact that he managed to make you laugh amidst all that sadness, even for such a fleeting moment, felt like a victory.

"It's not really his fault, I think it's actually mine," you let out a sarcastic laugh. "I don't think I'm cut out for a relationship, you know?" "I always end up messing everything up," you murmured. "I think I'm jinxed."

"You're not jinxed, you just haven't found the right person," he encouraged you, brushing away several strands of hair that had fallen in front of your eyes. "I know it doesn't seem like it right now, but everything's going to be okay, darling, I promise."

"How can you be so sure?" you questioned, frowning.

"I have a hunch," he smiled. "I can't explain it, it's just… a feeling I have."

"A feeling," you repeated. He nodded. "Well, if you say it, it must be true."

"It is," he insisted. "You trust me, right?"

"With my life, Storm, you already know that," you smiled. He mimicked your gesture.

"Then believe me when I tell you that everything will be fine," he whispered. "You'll be okay. We'll all help make it so, me especially," he added, smiling. "I love you so much, princess."

"And I love you, Fireboy" you replied, grinning from ear to ear.

[nexus-nebulae]

suddenly realising that a decent amount of our system's dysfunctions might be due to OCD 😭😭😭

[spotlightstudios]

My work ordered ceramic tiles for a project we were going to be doing as a company bonding thing, but we didn't get Glazed tiles like we needed, so I now have an undetermined amount of matte tiles to do little doodles on!

Day one? Fucked up mushrooms that look like they should be in a fantasy game :]

Bonus, a wip and a pic of my menace old man who stole my work space when I looked away for -5 seconds.

[plethorawrites]

(A/N— because the secret relationship trope is one of my all time favorites—)

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Dick and Tim weren't expecting much when they visited—broke into— Jason's apartment. Honestly, despite never being there (because frankly they thought he'd open fire for their trespassing) they had very low expectations for his living style.

After all, Jason was used to the bare minimum. Pretty much all of his past safe houses were almost empty, sans a place to sleep, research, and hide things.

When they got there, picking the window lock on the 5th floor of a nearly empty apartment building in a much shadier area of town, they were expecting the same thing they had always seen—take out containers, traps, a messy bed laying on the floor without a frame. Probably some rat traps and maybe a few threatening signs, telling them to get out.

Instead, they found a fully furnished apartment that smelled of... cinnamon? Vanilla? What was that smell? They weren't sure, but it was sweet.

The couch had matching cushions, the tv was on a stand instead of sitting on the ground, the kitchen actually had a basket of fruit on the counter instead of a trashcan filled with old Chinese food.

"This is ...weird," Tim muttered, swiping his hand over the countertop, expecting dust but finding it clean and smelling of lemon cleaning product. "Are you sure this is the right place?"

Dick nodded. "According to the most recent address we have," he replied, glancing around at the art on the wall and the blankets strewn over the couch. "I sure as hell hope it is. Otherwise we just broke into someone's apartment."

That would definitely be bad. Especially if Bruce found out.

Thankfully it was only a few seconds later that Jason walked out of the bedroom, rubbing his eyes as he yawned. Which, to their relief proved that they had the correct address.

He stopped dead in his tracks, his hair still messy from sleep, his voice still gravely as he asked, "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Uh...we needed your help," Tim answered, his eyes narrowing in confusion. "Did you just wake up?"

It certainly looked like it. After all, he was still in his sweatpants, no shirt in sight. It was after eleven am, though. They had assumed he would be up by now.

Jason heaved a sigh, crossing their path to start a pot of coffee. "And it couldn't have been a text message? Or a phone call?"

"Not really," Dick replied, watching his brother look through a drawer of coffee pods.

Since when did Jason drink anything other than straight black instant coffee that was probably three days old and freezing cold?

Tim, despite the mild befuddled expression, went on to elaborate about their visit. "Look we know you have the day off, but there's new information on the case with Penguin and Bruce said—"

"Jay?"

Tim stopped as he was interrupted, his eyebrows cinching as he turned his head to the voice of the sound.

You.

Your eyes were as wide, if not wider than theirs when you walked in, wearing far less than acceptable clothing in the form of a bra and shorts that were a smidge too tight.

"Who the hell..." Dick was already muttering, like a deer in headlights.

It took Jason all of two seconds to grab his favorite jacket, putting it over your shoulders to keep them from seeing any more of your skin than he found acceptable.

Even as you pulled it tightly to cover your attire, the jacket, which swallowed most of you, still hit your thighs. Their eyes cast down at your bare legs as you tugged his jacket lower awkwardly.

"Hey!" Jason snapped both figuratively and literally, his voice loud and his fingers waving in their faces. "Eyes up here."

"huh? Wh- sorry," Dick murmured, still confused as he motioned to you. "We weren't expecting uh... anyone else to be here..."

"Yeah, that makes four of us, I'm sure," you mumbled quietly, glancing over your shoulder at Jason who towered over you. "I'm just gonna...go get dressed."

He nodded, his hands still on your shoulders as he stood behind you. "Good idea."

Slowly backing away as his hands left your shoulders you waved weakly. "It was...nice meeting you," you remarked with an awkward nose scrunch, pointing over your shoulder. "I'll uh... I'll be in the bedroom."

As you left, the door shutting quickly and loudly, Dick and Tim could both see the look in their brother's eyes which simultaneously told them not to ask and to never ever say a word about you walking out in your pajamas like that.

"I guess we know where the throw pillows came from," Tim noted.

[star-anise]

Disclaimer: I like Anita Sarkeesian.

But also, I just saw a writeup of a Youtuber whose content has come a long way from his Gamergate days, and to explain that, the wiki says, "Anita Sarkeesian is a radical feminist who created a webseries about sexist tropes in video games"

AHAHAHAHAHA ANITA SARKEESIAN, RADICAL FEMINIST

HOO HEE EXCUSE ME THAT'S A GOOD ONE

Radical feminist. Feminist extremist. Anita Sarkeesian.

Anita Sarkeesian did her Master's Thesis in Social and Political Thought in 2010 on the trope of the "Strong Woman" in fantasy and science fiction TV shows, and produced Tropes vs Women, a series of online videos breaking down her work in a way that was accessible to a lay audience. She found a ready audience in geek feminist circles, since this was exactly the kind of thing we wanted and needed right then.

Tropes vs Women was extremely bog-standard cultural critique, what you'd find expressed in discussion between scholars of literary theory or media analysis anywhere, and exactly what 99% of feminists were saying at the time. It certainly talked about patriarchy as the complex system of sexism fused into our cultural matrix, so it's not like it wasn't radical feminism from that viewpoint, but it wasn't "radical" by way of being especially militant. Sarkeesian frequently pointed out how individual occurrences of a trope weren't harmful in themselves, but that a media landscape completely saturated with only that trope and nothing but that trope is, in the aggregate, a big feminist issue.

And the internet

HAAAAAAAATED

her for it.

Like, geek feminists got flak a lot anyway, especially when we wanted things like properly enforced policies against sexual harassment at science fiction conventions. And yeah, there totally were toxic keyboard warriors who said stuff about all men being scum - but Sarkeesian wasn't one of them.

It's probably because of her succinct, matter-of-fact, "this is not a debated issue, feminists have decades of theory and research to back this point up, sources abound if you google for thirty seconds so I won't stop to baby you through all the fundamental concepts" approach that she got such a big reach. She was calm, concise, coherent, and rational, everything feminists are told we need to be.

Unfortunately that just made her seem... attackable, I think. A good target, not actually scary or impassioned, unlikely to respond to violence with violence. The perfect kind of person to play five seconds of, and then spend the next five minutes yelling into your mic because IF ANITA IS RIGHT ABOUT VIDEO GAME SEXIST YOU MIGHT AS WELL SAY THAT EVERYTHING IS SEXIST AND SEXISM IS SYSTEMIC AND ENDEMIC TO ALL OF WESTERN CULTURE AND OTHER CULTURES TOO, WHICH IS CLEARLY RIDICULOUS, ANITA LADY BAD.

She literally spent five solid years as Enemy #1 in online geek spaces. It was completely insane. I am so sorry she had to take the brunt of it, and yet grateful that she did. She held the line and took the shit and kept doing good decent feminist work for years after, though she did admit to burnout and closed up shop on her nonprofit org Feminist Frequency in 2023. I hope to hell she's having a good day.

But even now, more than a decade later, dudes talk about her as though she were Geek Feminist Godzilla, the biggest baddest woman in the universe, off to lay waste to downtown Video Games and cut everybody's balls off.

When people (mostly dudes, but not all) talk like this, it's just very funny and unintentionally revealing because of the absolute averageness of her third-wave, trans-inclusive, western-centric, intersectional feminism. It makes them look absolutely pathetic.

Because it just makes it clear that she is probably the first and last self-described feminist the speaker has ever paid attention to.

[c0sm1cp0tat0]

Yandere! Saja Boys x Reader

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6.

Fresh tears were overflowing down your cheeks. Your eyes were wide. You stumbled off and away from the bed. Jinu rose slowly. His large palm delicately covered the harsh sting that you gave him on the delicately perfect sharpness of his cheek.

You weren't afraid. You were shocked at yourself for doing such a thing. But at the same time, you couldn't willfully bring yourself to care. Jinu had it coming. Just...you hadn't realized how much you had not moved on from your boyfriend yet. A single crass mention of his death and...you lost it.

In your head, it was as if he had just left you. A seperation. Like he'd come back someday. You couldn't face the fact that he was actually gone. Forever. You refused to come to terms with it. A love like that couldn't just end. What you had couldn't just be cut off like that, by a mere car driving over the speed limit.

When the dark-haired beauty of a man looked back at you again, his eyes were no longer dark. They were molten gold and shone with a fever-bright light.

"Fuck, that's hot." He licked his lips. You'd hit him so hard, there was a burst in his bottom lip. It regenerated rapidly before your very eyes.

You jolted like a frightened cat and scrambled backwards.

Well shit, you had no idea of what you'd done last night...but this, this was a means to sue for certain.

The boys leaned back against the headboard to watch. Abby, despite the smile on his face, pinched his nosebridge.

"Jinu, you're spooking the poor girl."

Jinu hadn't even realized that you had just bitch slapped him and he found it unbelievably hot when no other human in your place would be alive.

Infact, he found it so endearing that he was going mad. His face heating up, a smile growing, "Why haven't I killed you yet." It was muttered under his breath and you gulped.

"Murder is illegal and like I said, you just can't get away wi--"

He cut you off by smashing his lips to yours.

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Days passed, then weeks. You had been working from home. No one from work questioned you about your absence. Probably due to the passing of your lover. You smiled wryly to yourself.

Everyone you knew had known you were together. The pitiful looks you had gotten after his passing were insanely uncomfortable.

The Saja boys were...handfuls. To say in the least. The first time they had come back from a concert, they had crowded you with hugs and kisses and forced you in their huge ass couch to watch a movie with them. When you questioned them, the reply was something akin to 'we need to charge, hun.'

The next few times they had come back from a gig or an interview or fan meet, you had tried hiding. You didn't want them on you. Turned out; They fucking loved the hunt. Picture yourself, wailing as they carried you back to the sitting room. Squealing for hours as they kissed you deep and hard as punishment for 'trying to hide from your men'. Before proceeding to cuddle with your exhausted form innocently, like the first time.

Well, you're not trying that out again.

As of now, you were on sort of a probationary period. You agreed not to try escape or contact the authorities, they agreed to give you your laptop and phone and everything that you'd ever want.

But they still refused to stop bothering you. And as much as you tried to get over it, to ignore it or accept it or something, it was getting to you.

For example, in this particular moment where you were locked in. Your work was done for the day, but you couldn't help yourself and started another project. It was going well until Beni decides to climb in behind you and slip you onto his lap.

"When are you finished?? Are you finished yet?"

"[Y/N]. [Y/N]....[Y/NNNNN]...."

Do not engage. You sucked in a breath. It would be okay if you could even upset them somehow. But everything you did just seemed to rile them up like crazy. In a different sort of way from anger.

"You gave Romance attention today, but none to meeeee..." Yeah, attention in the form of a sharp slap on the hand because the pinkette wouldn't stop comparing your footsize to his, which was near double yours.

Too bad for you, Baby, by now, knew exactly how to elicit a reaction from you, "This... Hangyeol of yours. Was he super handsome? As much as us?"

You sat up straight. And turned to look at Beni. You knew this was a ploy for your attention. You knew he didnt actually care, but still. When it came to him you couldn't stop yourself, "Only the most handsome. He could have become an idol. Just like you lot. But he said he'd rather the normal life." You couldn't help but smile to yourself.

"But we're super loyal to you even if we have a lot of fans!! Doesn't that make us better??" Beni was desperate for a sliver of you approval. Even a crumb. On TV he was the proud, spoilt and utterly savage maknae. With you? He was true to his name; a needy, overgrown fucking baby.

Malak cut in, walking in, "That's true though." He muttered in that quiet but delicious voice of his. Roman walked in afterwards, adding in, "Yeah, watch this."

He switched on the TV and searched up their recent interview.

'So, Saja Boys~ Recently, there have been rumors of you having relations to our Huntrix girls!! Do you support these allegations??'

You watched as the Saja boys on the screen froze. Their smiles fell, morphing into expression of pure annoyance and indifference.

"We do not support these rumors whatsoever." Jinu was the first to speak, voice not so light and happy as usual. The interviewer flinched a little but still carried that plastic-pleasant smile on her face.

"We're only a debut group and have no connection whatsoever to our sunbaes." Abby was pausing between each word as if trying not to say anything overtly offensive.

"There's someone we already really like." Malak rasped coolly, leaning back in his seat as if he hadn't just spoken ground-breaking news to all of their fans. Unapologetically.

The crowd went absoulutely crazy. You flinched at the volume of the cheers. You had imagined as much, though. Such news of an entire boyband liking one person? And it was also delivered by that boybands most silent, mysterious dude.

You stood up, but were yanked right back. You squeaked. Abby's absoulutely huge biceps around your throat, engulfing your face and literally suffocating you. You could never get used to it no matter how many times they smothered you.

You were still afraid of him in particular. You kicked your legs, trying to flail your way out of this. He chuckled as if dealing with a hissy kitten, effortlessly locking you in. A nasty lick up your small, chubby cheek made you shriek.

"Look what we did for you, darling~ Shouldn't you take responsibility?"

"You chose to d-do that-- s'not my respo--"

Romance's eyes were crazy as he grabbed you abruptly and pressed his lips to yours. Hard.

Jinu walked in and got straight to the point, silencing your anguished squeaks.

"We'll make you a deal, [Y/N]. You're the lead manager of STU Tech, correct?"

You tried to ignore the fact that you were in Romances lap right now and he was pressing kisses up your inner wrist, instead focusing on Jinu in a glare.

"I'm not making deal with the likes of-"

"We'll let you go on one condition."

Suddenly, by magic, you were all ears.

"Drop your tech job. Become our full-time manager."

You flinched as if burned, "No."

"The pay is way better." Baby remarked, smoothening out your hair for you.

"No."

"But whyy!? You get free merch!" Romance whined pitifully.

"And free sketches of my abs!!" Abby added unhelpfully too.

"No."

Jinu shrugged, "Then I guess you'll just be stuck here with us for all eternity.

That thought burst you out of your denial, "No-- Wait!"

He turned back around and sat on the teatable. Legs spread, cheek in his palm, elbow propped up on his thigh. "Then what is it that you choose?"

Abbott licked his lips at your evident internal turmoil, tight arm muscles twitching as he twirled a strand of your hair. Whilst you blatantly tried to lean away.

"I'll-- I'll work as the manager. But you have to return all my legal files!!"

Jinu clicked his fingers. A stack of papers, labelled clearly in a folder materialized in thin air and dropped into your lap. Your ID rested on top.

You tried not to show how spooked you were by their powers but ultimately failed as your hand hovered above the card hesitantly.

Baby gave a small, mean chuckle. You immediately glared at him and snatched it up.

"Fine then. I guess I....work for you now." Your voice went high pitched and soft-like at the end of the scentence. Because you knew it was going to be anything but easy. And nothing close to what you were used to.

"It'll be easier than your tech job. Less numbers. More... interaction." Romance whispered the last bit in your ear, giving you a tentative little squeeze. The hairs on your neck all stood up, you went rigid.

You'd learnt something over the past week or two. It was that they knew how to move in sync. It could drive you crazy sometimes.

Like now where Romance had his arms locked around you. And while Beni stroked your cheek with pastel painted fingers to make you look at him, Abby leaned in from the other side and planted a kiss on your cheek.

"Cute," The violet haired man breathed as you screeched in distress, rubbing furiously at your cheek.

"Whatever!! I'll do whatever I need to-- let me pack my stuff and get outta here!"

Romance released his hands and watched as you stumbled out of their embrace, turning back to regard them cautiously with those lovely eyes before rushing up to your room.

"I think we're becoming addicted," He sighed. And for once, he was right. Even Mystery gave a subtle grunt of agreement.

"If only she wouldn't- like- run her hand through her hair like that." The pink haired man helplessly sighed again.

"Wish she'd stop with those witty comebacks. Just using that sexy brain of hers in general. Its hard to hold myself back sometimes." Abby leaned back and draped an arm over the back of the couch.

Baby fist-bumped him, "I feel ya brother."

"She's so small. And warm. And smells good, too." Mystery rasped. He had a lolipop in his mouth. Everytime he'd try touch you or confine you to his lap you'd give him one and try exchange it while you got away. It was a poor substitute for your proximity but it would have to do for now.

Mystery behaved all beast-like but he wasn't stupid. As soon as you signed that contract to work in their company, you wouldn't be able to get away. In the human world, contracts with an entertainment company were like slave contracts. Until the prolonged period of employment was over, you wouldn't be leaving.

And by god, would they make that period long. You wouldn't be able to escape by any means.

When you got up to your room, Abby was already in your guest bed. You backed up. He clicked his fingers and the door slammed shut behind you. Not taking your eyes off of him, you threw yourself at the door, twisting and yanking the handle desperately, trying to open it.

He tried to reassure you just a beat too late for it to be considered genuine. And he knew it, "Hey, hey calm down. I'm not gonna hurt ya. Just here ta...help you pack." He watched you, eyes flashing, "Since you're so damn desperate to get out of here."

"What do you expect!?? You're strangers who trapped me here for no reason..."

"No reason-- are you still denying it??" He sat up and groaned, throwing his head back. It accentuated his jawline. You looked away.

"Denying what."

"That we like you."

You flinched. Lately you'd gotten used to the five of them saying that to you over and over. Whispering words of love and reverence in your ear. Driving you insane. But when it was declared loud and proud like that, you couldn't shut it out as always.

"Wait-- that still doesn't mean you can hold me in captivity here."

"It can for us. We're demons. Do you know how much more deeply we feel emotions than humans do? We haven't felt anything akin to this in centuries. It hit us hard, darling. You hit us hard." He wanted to grab you by the shoulders and shake you. Imagine; centuries of misery and obedience and shame. And suddenly you walk past and shake up all their worlds like this. Without even meaning to.

You opened your mouth to answer, but for once, you didn't have any words. It was just as well, because the door swung open the next second.

"We're helping you pack!" Roman announced, marching in with Malak and Beni behind him.

He plopped down on your bed like he owned the place-- well-- he did. Baby grabbed your pillow and pressed his face into it.

An audible inhale could be heard. You turn to see Mystery with one of your panties in his fist. Sniffing shamelessly, then pouting, wounded as he realized that it was completely clean.

You shrieked in rage and lunged at him. Like one of those sticky weeds, you got his hands off your undergarment, but then he'd latched onto you instead. And by god was his grip that much tighter on you, the real thing. Without the effort, as usual, he pulled you down onto his thighs

He put his face to your neck and sniffed. Then kissed it. You sucked in sharply. This should be over soon. But then he kept going down. And soon, the crazy shit was trying to duck his head between your thighs.

The rest were watching as you squealed in anguish, twisting and cursing like a trooper. Your small hand clenching Malak's hair and yanking it back desperately. With his hair pulled back, you could see the way his eyebrows were furrowed, the morbid concentration in those pretty eyes as he completely focused in on your crotch. Trying to get to it one way or another.

"Hey buddy, calm downnn--" Romance laid a hand on Mystery's shoulder, but he had this grin of approval on his face that belied his actions, the stupid fucker.

Malak snapped at him. No actually, Roman pulled his hand away in time to not get it bitten off.

"See? This is what you get for denying our feelings for you." Abby taunted

"Wait she's still denying them?" Romance, faced him with a raised brow.

"Fuck that, she doesn't even believe them!" The purple head replied, flared eyebrows raised in an expression of equal disbelief and annoyance.

"Shut the fuck up and help me!!" You squeaked. Your arms were hurting from all the pulling and yet you hadn't yanked a single micro-hair from Malak's head. Inhumane hair as well?? Damn unfair.

You were on your back now. And Mystery was nuzzling your calves, still trying to get a taste of the feast between your legs. If only you'd just let him, he'd make you feel soooo good--

"This should be fun." Beni mused to himself.

"I'll-- I'll give you something else-!! So please-- Ah fuck, you psychotic shit!!" You voice had reached a fever pitch by the end of the scentence because you could feel that ghost of breath on your sensitive inner thighs. Malak hadn't even paused to listen to you.

Just the sound of your voice talking to him riled him up enough to try harder, pulling forward like a dog on a leash, pretty lips open and almost panting--

"Aww, don't be mad at him, he just wants to have you close~" Abby purred, stretching again. The last surviving button of his shirt popped open, flashing you.

"Stop justifying it!!", You screeched, unable to withhold yourself.

"Lucky fucker, he gets away with it cus his brain is muddled," Baby mumbled begrudgingly.

That hit you. Were you that much of a pushover?? I mean, look what was happening to you right now. But there was the side of it where the offenders were literally these demons with actual POWERS who were worshipped like literal gods by their fans.

You weren't dumb. They'd made such a perfect, happy-looking persona to the public, even the police wouldn't believe what you were telling them. If you imagined it, it would appear as if a die-hard fan was deluded by her own fantasies.

You didn't want Mystery to get away with this. But what consequences would he have to pay? Nothing. 'Cus you're too weak to even get any revenge. If you kicked, he caught your ankles and pressed kisses to them like you'd given him a gift. You were only so far from going completely feral and biting his neck out.

But fuck that, you didn't even need revenge. You weren't that pathetic. You just wanted to get away. You wanted peace.

He withdrew himself now. You imagined because he'd given some thought to what you said. You start your offers, "Ten lolipops--", He grabbed your thigh again, "No-- wait wait wait!!" He paused, waiting for your improved offer.

Helpless, you turn to Romance, "What does he like?"

Roman leaned back, regarding you with that cocky-male-satisfied smirk because you refused to ever turn to him for help.

"Malak, if you stop, [Y/N] will give you kisses whenever ya want however ya want for the rest of the week."

Malak withdrew himself immediately. But he still caught the hand in his hair, nuzzling into it.

It took you a few beats to register the offer made in your stead. It was a Monday, "What!!?"

The pinkette man laughed at your bulging eyes. "What do you mean, 'What' ? You asked me what he likes. He likes you. We all do. And, the sooner you accept it, the easier it will be for you."

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥❀࿐ OUR HOUSE IS A VERY FINE HOUSE (jason todd x reader) just a couple ramblings related to living with jason :) somewhat suggestive at the end?

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♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚JASON TODD was initially apprehensive of moving in with you. not because of you or because of your relationship, but because of himself. he couldn't help the guilt that ate away at him anytime he'd think about how he could be exposing you to danger by becoming so closely intertwined with your life. however, you weren't having it. with your constant reassurance and insistence on you guys new living situation being beyond ideal, jason eventually found himself settling into a life of domesticity.

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚ there was no denying that you were easily influenced and just as easily convinced that if someone else could do it, you can too. which is why you and your boyfriend found yourselves in a home depot on some random tuesday carefully inspecting the variety of backsplash options they offered. "babe, do we really need to do our own kitchen backsplash? I think the plain white wall is perfectly fine." jason said, raising a brow as he sifted through the options that mimicked exposed brick. you turned to him immediately, “absolutely not. i saw a girl on tiktok do it and it only took her an hour to do her whole kitchen—what do you think of cobblestone?” jason would be lying if he said he understood your ways, but he would do anything to make his girl happy.

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚ JASON TODD is a sucker for seeing you guys’ stuff together. there’s no denying the way his heart swells when he’s brushing his teeth in the morning and catches a glimpse of your expensive electric toothbrush next to his basic red and white one. or the way he can’t help but smile when he’s on his way out the door and sees his large boots next to your much smaller beat-up converses that he’s been meaning to replace for you. it’s all reminders to him that he belongs here, with you, by your side.

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚ JASON TODD is also, unashamedly, a homebody. you’ve begun to lose count of the amount of times you’ve suggested you guys go out to some restaurant or cafe for a date but somehow found yourself wrapped up in his arms on the couch. not that you’re complaining—your favorite place to be is anywhere that jason is—but it never fails to amaze you how he manages to trick you out of going out each time. your boyfriends preference for staying home becomes even more prevalent whenever you do wind up leaving the house. you’ll be seated at a table in some restaurant downtown when all of a sudden jason begins to gently tap his foot against your calf under the table or slightly squeeze your hand. you give him a playfully stern glare before you allow him to call the waiter over for the check.

in short, jason’s really a big baby that would much rather be in bed holding you tightly against his chest as he reads to you or listens to you gossip instead of being in public.

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚ upon officially living together, you discovered one of jason’s biggest secrets. he is a damn good cook. it was a gloomy day in the middle of one of the harshest winters you’d experienced. you woke up with a nasty cough accompanied by an even more repulsive pain in your throat. jason quickly checked your temperature, revealing an unsurprising 100°F/37°C. he immediately deemed you bed ridden and insisted on taking care of you for the entirety of your sickness. his first task was to make you a warm soup that would ease the pain in your throat. it was a simple noodle soup filled with vegetables and your choice of protein, but it was the best soup you’d ever tasted. he became bashful when you let out a groan of approval as you sipped directly from the bowl, “jay baby, this is the best thing i’ve ever put in my mouth”

[leviruthan]

accidentally confessing to them while you were drunk

characters: all overblot boys

You had a rough day. Between classes and Grim's annoying behavior plus the amount of assignment that the professors keep piling up- you were stressed and exhausted. Nothing new, to be honest. When a few students suggested grabbing drinks at the "Mystery Shack" you agreed, figuring you deserved to chill a little. One drink turned into two and before you knew it, you were... drunk and extremely relaxed.

That's when you found yourself face-to-face with him. Whoever it is, the result is the same. A rush of feelings amplified by the alcohol, leading to a embarrassing and honest (accidental) confession.

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

Riddle was at the Mystery Shack because a few Heartslabyul students had dragged him along, claiming he needed to "loosen up" after a long week of enforcing rules. He has been slowly sipping a single glass of his preferred tea while looking very out of place in the rowdy atmosphere.

And you saw Riddle sitting stiffly at a table.

Drunk you had zero respect for his personal space, apparently. Because you plopped right next to him, slung an arm around his shoulders, and started randomly babbling about how cute he was when he got all flustered.

"Riddle, you’re like… a little hedgehog, y’know? ...All prickly but so squishable," you slurred, giggling as you tried to boop his nose. You tried to squish his flushed cheeks as well. He froze, face redder than the roses outside. You weren't brought back to reality as you continued "You're...like a rose with thorns..."

Then you leaned in and whispered what only he could hear. "And I like you so much, it’s kinda stupid." Before he could even respond you passed out, head lolling onto his shoulder.

Riddle's mind is a mess, heart hammering as he caught you. The usual composure he maintains crumbling he processes your words. The shack's noise faded. All he could think about was your words looping in his mind. He gently carried you back to Ramshackle. He stayed up half the night, replaying the scene. Feeling torn between mortification and a warmth he couldn’t name. He likes you- has for a while. But your drunken confession left him reeling. What if you didn’t mean it? ....What if you did?

You wake up in your dorm, greeted by Grim's snoring face. With no memory of how you got there. Your head throbs, and there’s a neatly folded note on your nightstand in precise handwriting- "You were unwell last night. I ensured your safe return. We shall discuss your behavior later. -R.R." You are pretty sure this was a note Riddle left. You felt like he was in your dream last night. But, discuss? What behavior? You’re too hungover to care.

Riddle doesn't know whether if he should ask you about it or flee. Such cowardly thoughts. He is pacing Heartslabyul's rose garden, replaying your words.

Love him? Impossible. You were drunk and clearly out of your senses. He's torn between indignation- how dare you confess so carelessly? And a fluttering hope he refuses to name. His upbringing screams that emotions must be controlled, but your sloppy sincerity has cracked his defenses.

When you see him later, he’s all business although his cheeks are faintly but obviously pink.

"You were… inappropriate last night." he says after much preparation, voice clipped and careful. "Do you recall what you said?"

You blink, clueless. And then mumble something about drinking too much. His eyes narrow, searching your face. "I see. then it meant nothing." Riddle turns away, but his shoulders are tense, like he’s bracing for disappointment.

"Wait, did i say something weird?" you finally start thinking hard. The memories start to trickle back. His shocked face, your own voice saying things that embarrasses you now. Riddle’s heart skips when you stammer an apology for forgetting.

Now he is nervous to hear what you're about to say. You're suddenly shy and unsure, but you wanted to get it out as well.

Observing your reaction, it looks like Riddle already knows what you are about to say. And he says out of the blue, "It's fine. Don't worry about it!" before storming off. Deep down he’s thrilled, far too much in fact. But he has no experiences with these matters. Just give him some time. He's planning how to court you properly once he is ready for this.

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

Leona was at the mystery shack for whatever reason. He was lounging in a corner, half-asleep like the lazy cat he is. Then you tripped over his legs, giggling without a careand clearly plastered. Before he could snark though, you invaded his personal space like you owned it which caught him a little of guard.

He's about to tell you off cause you're annoying. Before he could, you launched into a tipsy rant about how infuriatingly perfect he is. His strength, his attractive smirk, and even saying he looks so cute when he's sleeping! You draped yourself over him, mumbling affectionate words that he most certainly did not hear anywhere else.

"You're pretty rude sometimes... Most of the times I mean. But I can't hate you for it. Instead maybe I love you. You’re my favorite." You nuzzled into his side, muttering about how warm he was. Then you passed out.

He grumbled after a wave of shock, but didn’t move, just stared down at you, his heart doing annoying flips.

Leona’s not one for feelings, but your drunken confession stirs something. He is pissed at how much it affects him. your words keep echoing, making his chest tight. He is going to spend the night growling at himself for caring that much. But he’s gentle when he carries you although muttering about what a pain you are. 

You notice something weird next day when you're back to earth. Leona’s obviously avoiding you. (He maybe kind of is but he doesn't want to admit it to himself). Sprawled in the botanical garden, tail flicking irritably as he stares into nothing.

Your confession hit him like a sandstorm. Messy and unexpected. And impossible to ignore. He can't even sleep peacefully without thinking about it. He is rather pissed, not at you but at himself. For how much he liked hearing it. He’s used to being unwanted, second-best. Random people usually only want something from his, but don't want him. There's always a better choice. They come to him because they can't go to the better choice. He tells himself you didn’t mean it and it was just you talking crap while drunk.

But when you track him down, he’s all smirks and sarcasm that no one can tell what has really been going on his head. "Well look who’s alive. Had fun makin' a fool of yourself?"

You frown confusedly, asking what he means. He leans closer invading your personal space just like you did last night. His voice is low. "You were clingy. Said some real sweet things. Ring any bells?"

The memories hit- your hands on his face, your, now that you think about it, very embarrassing confession. You blush, try stammering some response. He chuckles the same way as always but his eyes move away from yours. Maybe a bit disappointed. "Tch. don’t go sayin' stuff you don't mean, herbivore. I ain't got time for games."

But if you admit you meant it, his whole demeanor shifts. ".... You're mine then. no takebacks." and pulls you closer like he owns you now.

AZUL ASHENGROTTO

Azul was at the Mystery Shack to scope out any form of business opportunities. He had been in full host mode, charming the room.

Then you bumped into him accidently with a drink in hand, ruining his composure. You look at him and he can see just how dazed your eyes seem. But they brighten up the next moment as a smile grows larger. "Azullll!"  you giggle and his eyes widen in surprise and a obvious confusion before he regained his usual composure. You then proceed to poke his glasses. "Your glasses...are cute. And I like them. I like you too, a lot. you’re.. perfect."

You went as far as trying to kiss his cheek. Missed (awkward). And collapsed against him, out cold.

The tweels laughed at the free entertainment. And Azul? He was a blushing, stammering wreck, barely managing to catch your wobbly body that lost all the energy you had earlier.

He escorted you to Ramshackle with Jade’s help, mind racing with possibilities and insecurities. Did you mean it? Was it the alcohol talking? He spent the night pacing. Unfortunately he was able to do nothing business related for the day

The next time you run into him, Azul is polished but twitchy. He adjusts his glasses. Speaks in a voice that is smooth but strained. "You were quite talkative last night. Care to elaborate?"

If you’re blank and don't seem to remember whatever happened, he sighs, muttering about “inebriated recklessness" his hope seems to have crumbled.

But he is fishing for confirmation. He explains what you were doing last night to help you with remembering.

Then your memories flood back. Embarrassed, but you confess nonetheless that what you said wasn't drunk blabbering but real. You're quick to tell him he didn't need to worry about it and you didn't meant to make it awkward between the two of you...

He is blushing and stammering uncharacteristically for very few seconds. However he is quick to suggest a "mutually beneficial arrangement" he's smitten but won’t admit it without a contract. Not before making sure your affection for him are secured. Trust issues like none.

JAMIL VIPER

Jamil was at the Mystery Shack because Kalim insisted on a "group outing" and he couldn't escapebhis babysitting duty. He was keeping an eye on things when you wobbled over, and spoke some gibberish.

"You're the absolute wife material...Jamil...did you know..." His eyebrow twitches at wife material but you're drunk and he's willing to let it slide. "But too bad you would never be mine!" It looked like you were about to cry. An emotional drunk, he thought unimpressed, trying to ignore your actual words.

Then you hugged him tightly and passed out in his arms.

Jamil’s heart lurched. He is used to being invisible. Your words hit hard enough to crack his guarded exterior but he doesn't want to admit it. And he doesn't even know if you really mean it, he's rather doubtful. He carried you back to Scarabia because Kalim didn't want to leave his friend passed out like that. Obviously not because Jamil himself cares about you or something. 

...Anyway he has liked you for a while but buried it, convinced it’s pointless. Now? He’s conflicted- hopeful, but wary as well. He tucks you in, lingering longer than necessary.

"You’re gonna be the death of me," he mutters with a sigh before leaving.

You're confused when you wake in scarabia, tucked into a guest room, with a tray of breakfast and a note: "Eat. we’ll talk later. -J." Your head’s pounding, and you can’t remember much past the second drink. You see Kailm soon as he wanted to check up on his friend. When you ask what happened, he beams. "You were super lovey with Jamil! it was cute!" Your stomach drops.

Jamil's in the kitchen, chopping some unfortunate vegetables with unnecessary force. Your confession blindsided him. He is used to hiding his feelings, but this… this is harder.

When you find him, he’s calm. But his eyes flick to you warily. "You were reckless last night" he says, not looking up. "Said some things. remember any of it?"

You shake your head, embarrassed, and ask for a hint. He pauses before murmuring, "You… mentioned feelings. for me." he said coolly like it didn't affect him much.

Your vague memories are confirmed like that. You stammer an apology but he cuts you off, voice softer. "Just… mean it next time you say it. If you do."  You nod already thinking about how and when you'll say it next. This time you will be completely down to earth. 

VIL SCHOENHEIT

Vil was at the Mystery Shack for a rare night off, networking with some visiting performers. He was poised, sipping a mocktail alone with his thoughts after some social interactions.

You walked up to him, eyes glassy. Vil wasn't exactly going to praise you on how careless and undignified you were looking.

But you didn't care for his low-key judgemental stare and declared boldly- "Vil, you’re so beautiful, it’s like… illegal. how do you do it? I don't know if I want to be you or want you."

You leaned in, nearly toppling into his arms, and he caught you with a sigh and graceful exasperation. "You’re perfect...and your drive...is inspiring." You mumbled, nuzzling his shoulder before passing out. 

He is used to flattery, but this.... I mean it's just special when the person you kind of have feelings for flatters you like this. 

The next day Vil is pristine as ever when you meet in the Pomefiore lounge. But his eyes linger more than usual, obviously wanting you to tell him something. Disappointly enough it seems your memory wasn't that great. You didn't know how you got to Pomefiore but you thank him and apologize for the trouble you must've caused.

He simply hums, inspecting his pretty polished nails. "You were rather expressive last night. Do you stand by your words?" his tone is sharp but curious. When it looks like you’re still clueless and can't seem to remember, he sighs. But he’s gentle and kind, offering you hangover remedies. 

When you do end up recalling the events he challenges you to back it up, with a delighted smile. He’s already planning how to make you shine by his side.

IDIA SHROUD

No sorry cause he isn't going there.

Well, for the sake of this scenario let's continue with this logic.

Idia was at the Mystery Shack because... because maybe Ortho knows about your plan to go to the Mystery Shack to relax. And maybe Ortho feels bad for his brother who has an obvious crush on you yet cannot seem to get many encounter with you. Maybe Ortho wants to help him so he drags Idia out like the good little brother he is.

Idia was just hiding in a corner in his emo hoodies, unfortunately, tablet in his hand. It didn't look like what Ortho was hoping for would be happening. So maybe Ortho intentionally guides you where Idia is.

You spot him and seeing the person you like drunken you of course goes up to him. You plopped down beside him, making him flinch at the sudden presence of a human being. You were drunk and chatty, which may or may not be what you're usually like.

"Idiaaaa,” your words came out childish, draping yourself over his back. "You’re so cool. like, super cool. I love your hair. It's incredible like... ethereally beautiful... And your sharp teeths are adorable... I think I just really like you," you kissed his cheeks because at that moment you weren't really thinking clearly. Then you passed out. He passed out too. Ortho carried you both to Ignihyde... Poor Ortho, he has been carrying all of this.

Idia's not built for this. someone liking him? Impossible. He's convinced it’s a glitch, a drunken mistake. He is replaying it in his head and overanalyzing every word because that's what overthinkers do. And his hair is flickering pink at the memory. As much as he wants to believe you, but his self-esteem is screaming it's a lie because why would you like him. This was a critical hit to his HP. He did not expect such plot twist. 

The next day you see him, Idia is a jittery awkward. You're hungover and clueless, complaining about your headache. He stammers, avoiding eye contact. It wasn't new so you don't think much about it.

He doesn't bring what's on his mind up although he wants to. In the end it's after you remember exactly what you did last night, that you decide you should talk about it. 

He didn't sign up for this romance sim. His brain short circuits when you confirm that you meant everything you said. He's out. He is hopeless but he's hooked.

"You’re not trolling, right? cause I… like you too." And he dies after saying that. Tragic.

MALLEUS DRACONIA

Malleus was at the Mystery Shack because you told him you'd be going there. (where you go I go- erm, lyrics) and was curious about human gatherings and how would this help you relax. He stood out easily and unintentionally, towering and regal and albeit a scary presence for many.

When he's with you he hardly cares about what others may be thinking about him, but he thought of maybe he should leave you alone with your friends for a bit (how considerate. let's pretend this does happen)

Malleus had went to stand outside the shack gazing at the beautiful night sky where the stars shined bright. Around him have gathered some fireflies that shine green. It's peaceful almost, away from most of the party's noise. You stumbled out. Drunk, starry-eyed and emboldened by liquid courage. You plop down beside him, rambling about how he is "like a fairy tale prince." Fairytale prince? Malleus has always felt like more of a scary dragon of a fairy tale.

"Your eyes are so pretty..." you mumble "Even though sometimes when you appear in my dorm out of the blue at nights and at first I was prone to screaming when I see your glowing eyes in the air... Now it's reassuring somehow."

It looks like you were in the mood to spill everything in your head. You went on about how he's been one your comforts wve since you came into this world. Malleus never knew he could be someone's comfort. You couldn't shut you mouth just there unfortunately and ended up telling him how you felt something beyond friendship....How he just makes the already magical world even more magical.

His expression throughout this varies. He has never been so caught off guard and happy. I fear even if you were just drunk talking and didn't mean it, you aren't walking out of this one. When you throw your arms around him he catches you precisely. After nuzzling his chest, you passed out in his lap.

Malleus is just absolutely stunned as he processes your words and the weight of you against him. His heart swells, a rare warmth spreading through him. He doesn’t have the heart to move you. So he sits there just cradling you under the night sky, a soft smile playing on his lips as he mutters "You are far too bold, child of man." it never fails to impress him. 

".... You're my treasure." He stayed, watching you sleep. Experiencing a wave of emotions. He is quite enchanted by you. Once you're sober he will ask for your words again, softly possessive. Malleus is ready to claim you as his, if you’ll have him.

[lucidfairies]

— mess around (part two)

part one • part three • part four • part five

synopsis: it wasn't everyday you moved to the south, surrounded by cowboys and their women, but here you were, and your new neighbor simply couldn't get any more enticing

pairing: rancher!sevika x married housewife!reader

warnings: cheating, dom!sev, sub!reader, reader is bolder in this one, face sitting, fingering, finger sucking, size kink, back shots, breeding kink, rougher than part one(!), light bondage, sevika is a bit meaner in this one but not outside of sex, new pet names (!!!!), choking, thigh riding, cum plug

a/n: I want to make it very clear that even though pregnancy is mentioned several times, r will never get pregnant with an unwanted child or with the husband figure, it's solely for plot !

wc: 4.4k

collaboration: my biggest love and thank you to @sevsgiirl for literally leading me through this and giving me all the ideas and also reading my rough drafts lol! 🙏🙏

Sevika was obscenely tired. This was her third week running only getting two hours of sleep, tossing and turning, unable to fall back into sleep. When she did sleep, it was short and light, not sufficient enough. It was eating her alive.

There were a number of reasons - her dog had been sick for days, the horses needed a different feed schedule, she briefly had to travel up North to visit relatives, changing her time zone. But most of all, and most obviously, you.

Everything about you. Your eyes, your hips, your smell. The way your hair flicked when you walked, your smile when you greeted the neighbors, the way you knew something about everyone. You were the complete opposite of her, and it was driving her mad.

She hated you. Hated your perfection, and the blush in your cheeks. She hated the way you dressed, pretty sundresses that hardly past mid thigh, bows, and those fuck ass boots. She hated you because she needed you.

She was desperate to get you a real pair of boots, ones that weren't from some northern shop impersonating southern culture. She needed to show you off and parade you around, have you sit on her lap at the bar with her hat on while she played poker, and tell everyone that you were hers.

But that wasn't ever going to happen. You were never going to be hers, divorce was too much of a hassle for a woman like you, who probably wanted a million things she couldn't give you.

-

“Babe, can you come here?” Your husband called you from the kitchen. You were perched on your bed, folding the week's laundry. You stood and made your way to the kitchen, stomach twisting. Ever since your night with Sevika, your husband wanting to speak to you worried you. There's no way he found out. But what if he did?

“What's up, honey?” He beckoned you to sit down across from him at the small table, and you did. He had papers in his hand, messy scribbles covering the page.

“I wanted to have a serious conversation about kids,” he paused for a moment while his words sank in, “I asked you to stay home so that we could start our family, but you keep declining to actually start it. I can't keep you home like this if you aren't going to do anything.” You sighed.

You knew this was coming - every time he brought it up, you shut it down. Every time you slept together you had him wear protection, or you made sure you had taken the pill that morning. You couldn't identify why you didn't want to have children with him at the moment, but the feeling was there, and it was strong.

“I'm just not ready yet,” you insisted, “if you want me to go to work I can, but I do quite a bit around the house. Just because we don't have children yet doesn't mean that my work is diminished.” You stood your ground, annoyed at the constant assumption that you didn't do anything.

“Babe,” he sighed angrily, pinching the bridge of his nose while he formulated what to say, “every time we talk about this you say you're not ready. We've been married for three years, when will you be ready?” You shrugged, embarrassment getting the best of you. “You only have so many years to have kids. I can’t sit around and waste them while you figure out if you’re ready or not.”

His words were like a punch to the gut, especially because you knew them to be true. You got into this relationship and eventually this marriage knowing his intention with children, and up until recently, you thought you shared that intention. But the longer you thought about bearing his children, the more displeasing the thought became.

“We can start trying, then. But not until next week, come July.” If you had to do it, you would at least have it when you wanted to. Your husband grinned, rising from the table to give you a hug, and press a kiss to your head.

“I’m glad it’s time,” you put on your best fake smile, “I’m headed to bed. Mind cleaning up?” He waved towards the dinner dishes as he walked towards the bedroom. “See you tomorrow, my love.”

You sat in your seat at the table for a long time, simply looking at it. Sevika’s words from the night she had dinner rang in your mind like a screeching alarm - I’m a capable woman, babygirl. I can clean my own plate. She wanted to help, even after working all day. She chose to help.

Before you could choose the wiser, you were shooting up from your seat and clearing the dishes into the sink. You washed them quickly, not bothering to scrub very hard before tossing a robe over your shoulders and slipping on some shoes. Quietly, trying not to wake your husband, you peeled open the door and slipped it shut, sneaking down the steps carefully. You knew where they creaked now, you had lived here long enough for that.

There was a clunking sound and loud groan when you knocked on her door. Part of you hoped that, if you knocked softly enough, she wouldn’t hear it, or that she would be asleep. The other part of you begged to see her, even though it wasn’t right. Something about her drew you in, wrong or right.

The door flew open, and there stood Sevika in all her glory. Except, she didn’t look as if she felt glorious. There were eye bags under her eyes that made it look as if she hadn’t slept in a week, and her face was angry. Her downturned lips only frowned further at the sight of you, and you felt small, beginning to question your decision.

She must’ve noticed. Her face softened, still angry, but not as angry as before. She simply looked at you, waiting for something. “Hi Sev,” you whispered, meekly. “I don’t really know why I’m here.” You looked over your shoulder, gazing at the home that was calling you back, the husband that was asleep in the bed you shared.

“I can’t help you with that, sugar.” She said, gruffly. “When you know what you want, come and find me.” She went to close the door, but on instinct, your hand flew out to stop it.

“Can I come in?” She looked at you for a moment longer, eyes sullen and mind begging to send you back home. But she opened the door nonetheless, allowing you to step in. You had never been in Sevika’s home, but it looked just like you would think. Clean, homey, a little boring. Lots of pictures of people you didn’t recognize, aside from the ones you met at the bar.

“What can I do ya for, angel?” The name made you breathless. It effortlessly brought you back to when she had you riding her, calling you angel.

“I thought maybe we could talk,” You moved through her house slowly, taking a spot in the living room. It felt embarrassing, inviting yourself in like this, late. “Unless you’re sleeping. I understand if I woke you.” She punched out a laugh.

“I ain’t slept in weeks,” she plopped down across from you, the L shaped couch making it easy to see her. “What’s wrong, sweetheart? Husband doin’ you wrong?” You considered whether you should answer yes.

“We’re going to start trying for a baby,” you told her, cringing at the sentence. You could see her face drop and her eyes change, but she was quick to recover. “I’m not sure I want to.” Your gaze fell to your hands as you crossed your ankles.

“Want to try, or want to have a baby?” She clarified, brows knit as she leaned back and fell into her manspread once again.

“I guess both,” you sighed, “I don’t know if I’m ready to have a baby with him, and the trying part..” you trailed off, considering your options as to how to phrase what you wanted to convey. “When we.. did what we did, it was much more fun than when my husband and I sleep together,” a proud smirk found Sevika’s lips. “He’s very boring, he doesn’t like to try things. In out, in out.” You made a gesture with your hands and she laughed. “He’s always on top of me, it never really changes. I don’t like it.”

Sevika hummed. There were so many ways she could take this. “You don’t say,” her accent was thick this time of night. It made you wonder what she was thinking about. “So you want somethin’ rougher?” You nodded slowly, not 100% sure what ‘rougher’ meant. “Tell me, sugar, has anyone ever bent you over?”

Your eyes blew, and your lips parted. Sevika’s clit started to beat at the expression. It was perfect, she longed to frame it. “No, I don’t believe so.” She tapped her thigh, looking at you with low eyes.

“Come,” she instructed, and for some reason, you stood, and found placement on her thigh. Her hands gripped your hips in a tighter grip than the one she had the first time you were like this with her. There was something different in her now. “Tell me what you want. What he isn’t giving you.”

You thought for a moment. “I’ve always thought about having my hands bound,” you told her, quietly. You let out a soft gasp as she used her tight grip on your hips to roll them forward slowly. “I don’t know how that would work, but I’ve wondered. Sometimes I think about my throat..” Once again you trailed off, unable to formulate the right thing.

“What about your throat, darlin’?” Sevika pushed, bringing you down on her thigh again.

“Having it squeezed, being choked in a sense.” Sevika let out a soft ‘mhm’, reaching up and cupping your face, swiping her thumb along your bottom lip before her hand fell to your throat, gently wrapping around your windpipe. Your hands rushed to her wrist as she tightened her grip, forcing your head up. She held you there, large hand wrapped tightly around your throat while her mech hand worked with your hips.

The fuzzier your brain got, the better the muscle of her thigh felt under you. Sevika rocked you and rocked you until you were finding your own pace, forcing your cunt down onto her thigh in rapid, uncoordinated motions. You were so close, stomach twisting as you gasped for air under Sevika’s hand, just for her to hold you down and restrict your movements. “Sevy,” you whined, trying to push and get to your finish.

“No baby,” she hushed. “Y’r gon’ have to wait. You can do that, can’tcha?” With a huff you nodded, wondering how long you’d have to wait. What did she even mean by ‘wait’? Sevika lifted you off her lap and stood you up, standing with you and pressing a hand into your back, pushing you until you began walking.

Her bedroom was lovely. She had a large bed, probably because she was so tall. The sheets were a dark shade of purple and made, creating a clean look for the already clean room. Once you got in the room she shut and locked the door, as if anyone else would walk in. “Sit. I’m gonna get some things, sugar. I’ll be right back.” You sat on the edge of her bed and watched her move around, first grabbing a box from a drawer and then leaving, returning shortly after with a bunched up rope.

“What’s all of that?” You asked, trying to catch a glimpse of what she had aside from the rope. God, of course she had rope. She was a rancher after all, she probably took it from the stables. She sat her things down on her nightstand next to her bed, turning to you.

“Nothin’ you needa worry your pretty little head about, sweetheart.” Sevika came to you and leaned down, tilting your chin to her and capturing your lips in a kiss. It grew from a chaste kiss to a feverous one quickly, with Sevika bearing down on you, pushing her weight into you, making you hers, just for tonight. She pulled away from you, climbing into and laying back on the bed. “Get up and strip for me, peach.”

“What if I want you to undress me?” You pouted. It felt strange, acting like this. You wanted her hands on you, you didn’t want to bother doing it yourself. That’s what you were here for. Not having to do things yourself like you did with your husband.

“You said you didn’t want borin’,” she said, nonchalantly, as she laid back and placed her human arm behind her head, muscles flexing in the best way possible to keep her upright. “So get up and strip.” Huffing, you did as told.

You would never have looked at the situation and called it something as vulgar as a strip tease, but the slowness of you stripping yourself and the way Sevika’s eyes fell upon your body as you did made the thought cross your mind. You were slow to pull your pajama top up, slow to slide your pajama shorts down your thighs, slow to rid yourself of your panties. God, she could come off the sight of it.

Once you were naked, she beckoned you over with her mech hand, having you sit in her lap. “You look so damn pretty like this, all naked in my lap.” She felt as if this was her first time having a woman in her lap. She didn’t know where to start, all of her favorite things were before her, yearning to be touched and pulled and sucked.

She leaned into your neck, sucking the skin there briefly before traveling down your body. She caught your nipple in her mouth, and by some miracle, you could’ve sworn it felt better than the first time. Maybe it was because, in her lap, you had something to grind down against when her teeth clashed over the sensitive spot in your nipple, and when she pushed her tongue up into the spot after nipping it.

“Sevika,” you moaned, head thrown back as she did her best work on your tits. Fuck, your tits. She barely thought about them the first time, but now? Now. She got to see them in all their glory, nipples perky and waiting, so fucking ready for her. She didn’t even bother with her mech arm, she needed to feel you. Feel the way your nipple hardened when she rolled it between her fingers and feel the way you gasped and ground down on her every time she made you feel good.

She made you feel good. Nobody else. Only her.

She switched tits, and she couldn’t resist rutting up into you when a string of drool dripped from your boob. She didn’t even realize she was sucking enough that drool could fucking drip from you nipple, but it was a sight from God nonetheless.

She took much longer on your tits this night than she had the previous night you spent together, and it was lovely. But, to your humiliation, you had completely soaked through her pajama pants. The material was thin, but it was sopping from your grinding and dripping. She could feel it on her leg, and the feeling was driving her up the wall.

Sevika didn’t find herself begging very often, especially not at the mercy of a woman she had in bed, but when her eyes fell between your wet nipples and the patch on her thigh, she couldn’t find herself doing anything but. “Please ride my face, sweet thing, need y’on my face.” Her hands rested on your thighs in a tight hold.

You sat up, going up and up until your cunt rested over her nose, and your thighs found purchase on either side of her head. She brought her hands to your hips and pulled, dragging you down onto her mouth. You were quick to learn that sitting on Sevika’s face was the best feeling you’d felt at this point in your life.

However, you were also quick to learn that her nose had more purpose than just fitting her face and breathing. Your clit found purpose on her nose while you rode her tongue, so much so that it made the experience that much better. You must’ve looked like a fucking slut the way you were humping her face, but the feeling of her flattening her tongue and letting you take control was one that you never wanted to escape.

Your orgasm hit you like a punch, making you double over on her face. With ease, Sevika lifted you off her face and pinned you to the bed by your lips, licking you up and making your legs shake around her head. “Sevy, it’s too much,” you whined, but she didn’t care to listen. Her middle finger was pushing against your entrance no matter how much you whimpered and moaned, finding solace in your pussy as she fucked you again.

Her pace was ruthless, fucking you with two of her fingers and arching them into the best spot inside you. You were gripping the sheets, arching your back, doing anything you could to get away from her relentless abuse of your cunt, but she was stronger than you, and you loved it.

Sevika loved it too. She loved the way that, if she wanted to, she could get you to do anything she wanted. You were easy to hold down, easy to pick up and throw around the room, she loved being bigger than you. It drove her mad, the way you looked next to her, or under her, or better yet, on top. She simply couldn’t get enough.

“We’re gon’ try somethin’ new, peach,” she kissed your pelvis, overtop where her fingers were still logged inside you. “I’m gonna stretch you out, make you all good and ready for my dick.” The words hardly registered in your head before a third finger was probing in your entrance. And it hurt. Three of her large fingers were wider than anything you had taken before, and it made you wonder how wide her strap was if her fingers were stretching you this much.

“Vika it hurts,” you cried, and she paused, letting you adjust to the feeling before pushing more in you. She adored the view, the way your pussy gaped and pulled her in. With little further struggle, all three fingers were knuckle-deep in you, and you were clenching tightly around them.

“That’s my pretty girl,” her voice was hoarse, watching you take her. If this was this good, she couldn’t imagine what her strap would look like bottomed out in you, greedy pussy sucking her in. She fucked your cunt slowly, building up your orgasm with each pump, until you were on the brink, and once you were there, she attached her lips to your clit and sucked, pulling everything she could out of you.

You came again with a shriek, overstimulation getting to the best of you. She had you coming for maybe a full minute, getting everything she could out of you before stuffing her fingers in your mouth. You hoped this would become a routine - her fucking you then making you suck your cum off her fingers. The way she looked at you was irreplaceable.

When she was finished, she was giving you a whole new set of instructions. “On your knees, face the headboard.” You did as told, waiting patiently as she trifled through her things. You felt the bed dip and her body take position behind you. “Gimme y’r hands, bunny.” The new nickname had you reeling.

You placed your hands behind your back and she gripped them both in her mechanical hand, and soon after, you felt the rough material of rope lacing your skin. She pulled tight, letting the scratchy material dig into your skin. “Be good, or I’ll have you comin’ till you can’t fucking think.” She whispered in your ear, placing a small kiss below your ear before pushing you forward and bending you over.

With a squeal, you went cheek first into the pillows, ass up. Sevika pressed her mech hand into the arch in your back, pushing down and down until you were arching up as much as you could. Sevika smirked, not that you could see. You looked so pretty like this. Your pussy was drenched, waiting for her dick. She swiped two fingers through your folds, collecting your wetness and smearing her strap with it, before lining her tip up with your entrance.

You whimpered when she pushed into you, the feeling different than her fingers. It was different than anything you’d felt - the rubber wasn’t warm like when you got fucked by your husband, obviously, and as she bottomed out, it was insatiably better than any way your husband had fucked you.

Maybe her strap was longer, or maybe it was the position she had you in, but the stretch of your cunt and the feeling of her being in you made your head spin. She pressed a firm hand into your shoulderblades as she began to work her hips, fucking you gently at first. She couldn’t watch anything but the sight of her strap disappearing fully in you, and it was growing harder and harder each breathing minute to restrain herself from fucking you as roughly as she could.

Really, there was no luck for her the minute your little uh, uh uh’s started, matching each thrust as the air got punched out of you. She grabbed your hip roughly and fucked into you harder, the skin of her thighs slapping loudly against your ass as her pace quickened.

“Fuck baby, y’r so good, such a good pussy.” She groaned, base of the harness fucking against her clit in just the right place. Her pace only got faster, and you were practically crying to god. It was no less than the best thing you'd felt in your life.

“Vika,” you moaned, dragging out the ‘a’ while her pace grew restless. She needed your pussy. It was like she was high out of her mind, addicted to your body and your cunt. “Vika, Vika, oh, daddy!” Her hips came to a stuttered stop.

Before you could apologize, her mech hand was wrapping tightly around the back of your neck and pulling you up off the bed, against her chest. She continued her original pace, the new angle hitting even better than before. “You call y’r husband that, sweetheart?” She groaned.

“No,” you whined, and she grabbed the rope, pulling you into a deeper arch against her. “Just you, Vika.” Her head fell into the crook of your neck with a deep groan.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she pushed you back down, reaching around and rubbing your clit with her human hand. Her pace and the clit stimulation had your stomach twisting. “Wanna put a baby in you,” she moaned before she could think. The conversation you guys had early resurrected in her brain, and the thought of fucking a baby into you, just the thought. Fuck, she could've come on sight.

“Please,” you whined, high pitched and fucking disgusting. “Put a baby in me Vika,” she was going to fucking explode. Her hand found your throat again, leaning over you and squeezing as she fucked you as deep as she could. You were so fucking close, the feeling almost overwhelming.

“Gon’ make you a mama, peach,” the idea crawled into her mind and she knew it would never leave. Fucking you pregnant with her baby. If she could, she would never stop. “Fuck,” her moan was much higher pitched than any of her others, and you could tell she was growing just as close as you were, “take it, take it, take it,” she moaned in between thrusts, hand only tightening around your neck. “Fucking take it, nghh,”

You came at the same time, but you could barely keep yourself from coming again when she reached down and squeezed, filling you up and leaving you spent. You moaned again, rocking back into her.

She pulled out slowly, letting you adjust to being without her as your cunt drooled. You went to move and she slapped your ass, making you yelp. “Stay.” She commanded, and you did.

It was truly a humiliating position. You were ass up, drooling like a fool while her cum dripped from your cunt. When she came back, she had a toy, and she wasted no time pressing it into you. “Keep this in ya’ till you get home, y’hear me? Need you full of my cum, bunny.”

She unraveled your hands and you rolled over, the plug shifting in you just enough to roll against your sensitive g-spot. “How'd you like that, pretty? Rough enough for my girl?” You watched as she stripped herself of her strap and put on a clean pair of purple boxers.

You simply hummed, shifting in her bed and rolling onto her pillows. “I like you a lot, Sev.” You mumbled, fuzzy, fucked out brain speaking before registering. “Wanna keep coming over.”

Sevika sighed. “Wish you could, sugar plum.” She came to you and rubbed your thighs. “But for now, you oughta get home. Y’r husband's waitin’,” you groaned, shutting your eyes tightly. “‘m sorry, angel.” You sat up, letting her bring your clothes to you.

“Where are my panties?” You asked with a pout as you trifled through the mound of clothes she presented you with.

She pressed a kiss into your forehead, but you could feel her smirk under it. “I’m keepin’ those, peach.” You giggled, slipping your top over you and standing to slip your shorts up. “You best do what I say ‘nd keep that in you.” Her tone was low as she watched you dress from her relaxed position on the bed.

“I will,” you promised, reaching over and placing a finger kiss on her lips. “Wish you could watch me drip, though.” You pouted.

“Don't say shit like that,” she growled, “or I'll have you bent over again.” You shrugged, smirk painting your lips.

“Bye Sevy,” you said quietly as you slipped on your shoes and robe. “I'll see you.” She sent you a short goodbye and you were leaving her home, traveling back across the ride and into your house.

What a life, you thought. You spent the time before you fell asleep thinking about what life would be like with Sevika. Having Sevika’s babies, walking down the aisle to Sevika. And boy, it was good to think about.

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can we get a smau or written (whatever gives u the most creative output) about how the jjk characters would act if the reader was mad at them :3

Including: Gojo, Nanami, Choso, Sukuna, Toji, Yuuji, and Megumi

Synopsis: They've done something to upset you... how are they reacting?

my masterlist !!

Satoru

I am so sorry to say this, but I genuinely believe that Gojo is the type to find it cute. Even if you're genuine in your frustration. He takes it too far, thinking it's funny.

For a man with perfect vision and a deep understanding of his surroundings, he is SLOW on the uptake when it comes to people disliking him. Pretty sure it's actually canon that he thinks Utahime is just playfully bantering with him...

Anyway, if you're mad at him, don't be surprised when he coos at you, patting your head, poking your cheek, etc.

Have you ever had to discipline a dog that doesn’t understand that it is misbehaving so when you raise your voice they think it’s playtime? Yeah…. He’s like that.

I'm sure at some point it becomes a real fight between you and he tries to make more of an effort to be more serious.

Nanami

Patient.

Incredibly patient. In fact, he would rarely ever raise his voice. If you were upset with him, he would want to sit down and hash it out. He would want to know exactly what caused the dissatisfaction and how to prevent it in the future.

He might get a little upset if you didn't want to talk about it. He would not mind a confrontational significant other and would prefer for you to be honest.

Even if you are mad about something small, he will treat it like the most important thing in the world.

How precious lover is mad at him? He can’t allow that.

Choso

Poor guy. He would totally panic.

If you told him you were upset with him, he would do anything in his power to make it okay. God forbid you say anything over text. He would be pacing the house, bouncing his knees, biting his cheek.

One might think he’s gonna cry, but I actually don't think he would. If he did something that actually hurt you, he would, but likely in private unless he really can’t control himself.

He seems like a deep thinker, he probably considers exactly what he means before he says something so he would consider you too in these situations.

I think he would beat himself up over it, but not want you to feel guilty. he would listen intently when you told him what had made you mad and then apologize profusely.

He’s more than willing to atone for the rest of his life even if it’s just forgetting to take the trash out.

Sukuna

Doesn't care.

Actually though, if he's done something and it's upset you, you won't have to tell him, he already knows. And I find it very likely that he would probably find it annoying if you were mad at him.

"What am I supposed to do??"

The only time he would care is if there were tears involved. If you were upset to the point that it bled into sadness? Well, now he's running through every option to make things right.

He can deal with people being upset with him, he’s always been unorthodox. He’s harsh and unforgiving, you always nag him about it.

He still cares though, in his own way, if he found you welling up, he would quickly try to calculate how to ease those feelings away.

You would need to have a discussion about it at some point, how he only seems to care when things get really bad. I do think he would make some kind of effort.

Nevertheless, he’s gonna wave you off if you’re being a brat.

Toji

Listen, some might think that he would be cruel or not care but I think he would probably be one of the more mature guys.

If he's in a proper relationship with someone, he has devoted himself to them, he respects them, and while arguments weren't uncommon, he didn't want you to resent him.

You guys were honest with one another. If you did something he didn't like, he told you on the spot, and he expected the same from you.

He was too old to play around, he wanted things to go smoothly and he couldn't sleep at night knowing you hadn't forgiven him.

Typically, if he sensed you getting upset, he would pull you aside and try to work it out. Not as polite as Nanami, keep in mind. But eager to make things right all the same.

Yuuji

Distraught.

He would probably apologize without even knowing what caused your anger. In the event that there was a proper argument happening I think he would be mature and concise.

He is sort of one-track-minded so it might catch him off guard if you express frustration.

There’s probably an occasion when you’re mad at him and he doesn’t even notice. He would be so confused when you blow up at him.

Regardless of that, he would be a very active listener.

Would probably want to hold your hand while working it out. Even of you were both angry about something, he would never let it last long. He is definitely the "don't go to bed angry" type.

Megumi

Sort of a weird mix of Toji and Gojo, you might think he isn't taking you seriously when he's just very tame. He's hearing you, taking in the information, and filing it away.

He would apologize and you might say something along the lines of "Is that it?" thinking he was just trying to be done with it, when in reality, he just isn't the argumentative type. He saves that for Itadori and Gojo.

He’s not so prideful, he doesn’t mind apologizing and it’s always genuine. The things is, since he’s so willing, you might guess it’s not genuine which could start a whole new thing…

He would make some pretty intense eye contact in these situations.