#Ship Dynamics: You're Lucky to Have Me

[acoldsovereign]

CONNECTIONS & CONTINUNITY.

Maiz has one future-- one where she dies horrifically. Or, she used to have only one. Decisions taken fracture her true, 'original' ending. Now, she is either doomed to live out her own personal dark, bleak future or avoid it altogether (--or to varying degrees, anyway).

MAIN VERSE (Z to Super):

Maiz makes her debut appearance Pre/During the Cell Games. Some 'space' months after the events of Broly -- The Legendary Super Saiyan, she touches down on some unnamed planet for resources, and ends up finding a frozen corpse. At first she thinks about passing it over (and does), but one of her slaves-- a Kokytan, alerts her to a thought/'feeling' they picked up: 'Pain. It hurts.'

The corpse is NOT a corpse.

Curiosity gets the better of her and she decides to bring it back to her ship for further studying. Through testing, she finds out this is a Saiyan body and drops everything to tend to him. Nursing him back to health, Broly is canonically the first survivor she ever sees since the Genocide. This also is the first time in-story she displays altruistic behavior. They eventually bond over time and become friends of the murdering kind. (Broly mentioned here is Kuro's/ @gazelessmenagerie).

Between the Discovery/Recovery of Broly and the last arc of Z, seven years have passed. Maiz at some point returns to the far reaches of outer space to continue her business; maintaining and seeking expansion of her twelve planet-empire. She officially touches down on Earth, and takes issue with the shape of the Race therein; Earthlings. She finds their mortal shells (which are remarkably similar to Saiyans) as a serious affront to her, and makes it a point to punish them for it. The majority of her exploits in-story takes place near Buu Saga and onwards:

Encountering and fighting an alternate Future Gohan that survived 17 & 18 (@likeadragcn).

Encountering, fighting and crushing on Future Trunks (@hopefromadoomedtimeline) In one scenario, he's successful in killing her but falls himself some time later and goes to visit her in Hell with King Yemma's permission.

Encountering Goku Black, allying herself with him and befriending him (@roseplendence) Other things happen. Several things happen, one of which leads her to meet Hearts (@clairvoyantcubes ) .She ... dislikes Hearts.

Encountering, fighting and eventually becoming engaged to/later marrying Future Trunks. (@peoplcshope).

Encountering, antagonizing/instigating a fight with Adult!Gohan, and being a general menace to him because his reactions are funny. (@n3rdb0x).

Encountering Vegeta and slowly bonding with him over lost culture/befriending him, encountering Turles and teaching him the old variant of the Saiyan language, encountering Granolah and antagonizing him about his Saiyan trauma when she finds out about it (@dragvnsovl).

Encountering, trying to and FAILING to antagonize Son Goku but ends up fighting him anyway (@age736).

And so on.

NOTE: Some of the verses detailed above (like the one concerning Broly) may or may not share loose/soft continuity or commonalities with each other! For example:

Z ERA:

The Maiz that fights Future Gohan (in the present timeline) is similar to the one that antagonizes Present/Adult!Gohan. The point of canon divergence is her personality. The version of Maiz that fought his future variant was colder and harsher; she was new to the planet. In fact, this interaction is the origin story for why she despises and loathes humanity (and Earth) so much. Maiz is emotionally and physically aggressive, abrasive, and dismissive of all things not immediately entertaining or interesting to her. In the second scenario, she's visited the planet multiple times but still loathes it with a fiery passion. Present Gohan is unfortunately a victim that was in the wrong place at the wrong time as this version of Maiz has picked up the habit of choosing people (humans, specifically) at random to antagonize/'learn about'. Any and all curiosity she has surrounding Earthlings are malicious in nature.

The version of Maiz that crushes on Thane's Trunks is the one that finds out where Yusuke Urameshi (@thuganomxcs) lives by stalking him. Hilariously enough, it's the same, exact Maiz-- the condescension, the violence, the sadism, aggression and egotism. The only divergence is who she chooses (which affects how she develops). The verse where she's with Yusuke instead is a derivative of this one; she only targeted him because she found out he was an ally or friend and aimed to torture or kill him to get to Trunks. (In actuality, all Trunks did was a pick up job for him, begging the question of how exactly she came about this information in the first place).

Six months later after she failed to get a rise out of Yusuke via banter, her response was to burn his house down and kill sixteen people. When that failed, she resorted to physical violence, concluding he wasn't completely human, because his lack of 'proper' responses to her were odd. She was proven correct. With her new goal of torturing Yusuke in mind, she picked up an Earthling contact to teach her his native dialect. They're still heavily unhealthy towards each other five months later; she's eaten parts of his flesh and drank some of his blood. He encourages her behavior while teasing her (and recently gifted her some of his flesh willingly). Oddly enough, he thinks her violence and unwarranted aggression towards him is attractive whilst she's become accustomed to his voice. This is the first time in-story Maiz has developed any type of sexual masochism.**

**Maiz's budding lean towards verbal degradation applies to Yusuke, only.

Also Trunks, in-story, was the first person Maiz grew romantically attracted to since the Genocide. Her deeper feelings escape self-reflection initially but she's becoming aware something is wrong. They've been enemies ever since they laid eyes on each other, they've been fighting ever since-- and yet, at some point she's shown different sides of herself. A side that knows mercy, a side that knows when to give him a break, one that honors (or remembers) rest. A side that knows jokes and humor-- and gasp!-- she has a flirtatious aspect. A side that remembers Bardock. She does not like what's happening but subconsciously wants him to reciprocate and will not take things well if he doesn't. Their 'relationship', if it could be called that, is complicated by many things; Trunks' moral compass, Maiz's lack of transparency and control issues, miscommunication on both sides and the lack of understanding of who the other really is or could be under the right circumstances.

The tragedy of this romance (if not addressed) leads to a scenario where she dies by Trunks' hands after 11 months of fighting/meeting him. In that verse, they're finally able to make up and talk to each other normally but not at first; Maiz is despondent, reclusive, silent. It's . . . not pleasant to see. After six years of staring at nothing in Hell, she talks to him-- finally remembering how to speak. Even worse, she holds no remorse for all the lives and homes she's destroyed. Unbeknownst to her, this is now fine with him. He doesn't care-- he doesn't have to. He's dead and has no moral obligation to uphold anymore.

The Maiz that meets Goku at the End of Z is disconnected from all other storylines, as are the ones that antagonize Granolah, the Maiz that meets Vegeta and so on.

SUPER ERA:

Maiz is focused on figuring out the secrets of aging to prevent it. She's close to 70, and will start showing her chronical age/her body will start to decline when she hits her 90s or 100s.

This quest for cellular dominance brings her to Black's doorstep. Err, his backyard actually-- and at night. The two are rather cordial and polite all things considered. It's not hard to see why they get along so well so quickly. Seizing his chance to learn more about his body, Black assumes the identity of a "low class Saiyan who was sent off planet" to gain her trust. Fortunately, it works. He is unaware that Maiz is very accepting-- she doesn't once ask why his Super Saiyan state is pink nor why he's like that all the time. Like with Thane's Trunks, she just assumed he was an atypical Saiyan with strange traits. These two bond, and in-story, he's her first friend and confidant, as well as the first healthy relationship she ever has. The base is not violence but one of mutual understanding, respect and civility-- this is because she sought help for her issues when she first suspected something was wrong with her. At first she thought it was a heart issue and so, sought a doctor. Hearts was who she found. It was a heart issue, but not the one she thought. She returns to Black some time later and is glad their bond has not only stayed intact but has grown stronger. They continue their occasional killing sprees on other planets (which eventually crawls into a slow stop due to lack of challenges and other reasons), tea outings and other mundane and not-so-mundane activities. He learns he's capable of caring for someone in that manner and she learns emotional honesty and patience when it comes to him. He's not well-versed in relationships for a reason . . .

This version of Maiz and Trunks (played by Jay) starts off a lot more violently and suddenly. The Maiz depicted here and the relationship itself could be a considered an extreme canon divergence of the Z version. Trunks is post Super instead of Pre Super/Post-Dabura/Dabura Era. He's also a Time Patroller. Maiz doesn't go looking for him-- he brings the fight to her. He has to. If he does not, Earth dies in a cold/heated space war between Universes 6 and 7.

Further differences are: They do not meet on Earth but on other planets. She doesn't know him, doesn't take him seriously, nor does she want to get to know him. Dislike of the other is mutual and strong, so much so that Maiz actually is trying to kill him from the start and is surprised when he doesn't die. Trunks can heal himself to a great extent but he's no Dende. Regardless, Maiz is PISSED when she witnesses him do it in front of her. She breaks a couple of his ribs with a kick for being 'dishonest'. The fighting stretches out over eight months. Both parties are tired of the other and try to end things. Doesn't work, but names are exchanged finally. Maiz is annoyed but curious about him. Eleven months later, same thing-- he discloses he's a Saiyan and his occupation, but leaves out he's only half. She's confused by his moral alignment but welcomes the fight all the same. Less annoyed by him and more curious, Maiz learns in-story to fight up close instead of constantly flinging and hitting him away. He's gotten stronger and yet, Maiz has some sort of advantage-- she's older and more battle experienced than him. The gap IS starting to close, however. He can feel it. It's not until two years later that things come to a head. The full fruits of his labor show-- he's not getting launched or pushed away so easily, and he's able to withstand her cold. Without realizing it, she's trained and conditioned him to be a tank. She's become more analytical and ruthless as well, going as far as to actually look forward to their fights. This was supposed to be the last one because as fun as it was, she couldn't neglect her planets for the thrill of killing one man. It was supposed to be the end. So why did they did end up sleeping with each other in Earth's freezing Tundras? Because she saw Bardock in him.

[theroyalyandere]

About the yan!fisherman. What about a cute little siren darling that’s too colorful and loud for their own good, only to get ensnared by a angry deep sea fisherman captain. Who only promises to let them go if he can have a wish in return. (Old mermaid tales say mermaids could grant wishes to those who save them or return their hair comb) And darlings like, I wouldn’t need saving if you’d let me go. I’m not granting you a wish just because you threaten me. ( like pirates of the Caribbean, they’re hard to crack) so the fisherman captain keeps his darling on his ship in a converted tank and kills off the rest of the crew. Eventually wearing away the mermaid darlings resolve till they say yes. And the captain had been thinking about wishing the mermaid to be human but knows those tales never end well. Either his prize runs back to the sea, or one of them dies before the other due to a shortened mortal life. Which doesn’t appeal because he hates land and wants to be out at sea which he can’t if he’s constantly making sure they don’t leave him. And he wants to be with them for eternity, regardless of darling’s wishes.

So he kills two birds with one stone and wishes “for my heart’s desire”. Only the wish is twisted by his obsession, unbeknownst to darling. But they still grant it because they believe his one true desire is greed like most humans… which they’re not wrong. So he becomes a huge terrifying shark merman, or maybe a cecalia, or giant sea snake naga.

And now you’ve got a sea monster that hates humans and his shiny little siren that he can make scream and sing others to their death.

… or what about a reverse harem of deep sea fishermen turned into sea monsters to protect their little darling by one tainted wish. Darling grants the captain’s wish and it “condemns” the small boat like Davy Jones. So now mermaid darling has more to outswim.

oh my god??? I can't describe how genius you are anon! mermaid darling and her yan!fisherman turned into sea monster?!!! I'm going to combine both of the ideas and make a sea monster harem instead becauseeeeeeeeee 😮‍💨🤭 I only know a little about pirates of the Caribbean so please forgive me with the inaccuracies and I'm sorry if this is pretty short, I can continue this and turn this into a series if you like!

note: mermaid!darling is referred to as she/her please don't read if you don't feel comfortable thank you!

Warnings: yandere, dark content, gore/body horror, kidnapping, prey/hunter dynamics, death threats, manipulation

yan!sea monster harem x mermaid!darling/reader

As a mermaid, you've heard from your sisters that some of those like you were captured from those above.

You did not exactly expect to be captured by one of them, especially them.

You blame your colorful tail for attracting too much attention, you managed to throw everyone who went after you so far and your sisters think you're truly lucky but this time you ran out of luck.

Not only are you aware of the bounty set upon your head, you are also believed to be the most powerful of all mermaids which they aren't wrong about. However you have not granted any humans a wish yet. As you believe them to be the most vile of beings.

They are too brutish and rude and cruel. You did not like them one bit.

As soon as you got caught into their net you did not hesitate to flail around as an attempt to set yourself free. You snarled at everyone showing your viscious at the pesky humans.

Your sharp claws tear out through the net and smack everything with your tail. Unfortunately you got stopped by the captain.

His tall, menacing frame looming over you like a boulder with a grumpy face. He shows no reaction at your defensive state and it only scares you more than the other way around.

He corners you and kneels down to your level, he gave you an offer.

The captain will only let you go once you grant a wish of his however in your fury you instead jumped into him and pinned him down, snarling as you try to choke him.

His crew surrounds you each with a weapon in their hand, threatening to kill you unless you let go.

You kept being defiant until one of them got to restrain you setting your victim free.

The poor crew mate groans as he tries to not let you go.

The captain ordered for you to be hidden in the ship until they figure out how to break you.

So you get hidden in a cabin into a tank filled with water allowing you to live above the sea.

As long as they keep you, you refuse to agree to their conditions. Their offers being returned with a glare or an attack from you.

Until, one of the younger crew got closer to you. Watching and observing how you interact with the young one.

They all secretly watch as you the young crew mate won you over with their smiles and gentle demeanor, granting them the opportunity to see another side of yourself.

Your heart begins to soften and sing a song for the youngster.

The other crew told this to the captain and watched with his own eyes the scene unfolding. He urges the crew mate to get closer to you.

One by one they start to get obsessed with you. The crew either fight on who's turn to give you some food to eat or they wrestle among each other who gets to hear you sing to them first.

It only got worse when the captain got involved, one night he caught himself listening to your melodies and felt something he had never experienced before.

He eventually chased for this feeling and he knew that only you can satisfy him and his dark desires.

So his desire further strayed away from what he wanted and darker as his desires were focused on you.

At one point his impatience got into him and barged into the cabin you're at and threatens to kill the crew mate you grew fond of, your eyes pool with pearls and panic present on your face as you try to grab onto him.

He tells you that he will certainly finish the crew mate if you don't agree immediately, he asks you to grant his wish and you ask him what it is. He replies..

"for my heart's desire"

You assume it has something to do with wealth and power but oh you were wrong.

You watch as the captain slowly morphs into a sea monster. The scene is so grotesque that you tried to shield yourself away from the scene.

Outside the cabin, the whole crew starts to fall ill and scream in pain as their bodies start to turn different. Their skin turning into scales or being covered by corals and such.

Even the young crew mate you adored was not spared from the awful transformation. As the wish manifests into reality so does a storm, overturning the ship upside down as an enormous wave swallows the ship whole.

The ship gets wrecked and you try to escape into the ocean and swim away only to get caught by a powerful force wrapped around you and you turn to face it.

Only a horrifying sight greets you as the crew were turned into predatory monsters that will sure haunt all over the seas.

The one keeping you captive is the captain, he became an enormous sea monster that towers over you. With long tentacles and his eyes glowing with evil.

His tentacles engulf your whole being as you struggle to get out of his hold, blocking you away from the rest of the world.

[circlique]

"You're lucky I like you..."

Some Tyzula for @seeksattentionhatesattention! This ship has certainly grown on me. They have a fun dynamic.

Thanks for the request!

Used this as a reference.

[purinfelix]

What about Felix and famous!reader????

pairing: joao felix x formula one driver reader summary: you're a famous formula one driver with a footballer boyfriend who's almost as famous warnings: none! some cringey couple things here and there though so be warned ...

a/n: ANON YOUR MINDD OMGG - also hope you don't mind that i made reader a formula one driver bc i think the dynamic would fit hehe also ?? first request ever AND first headcanon-style post? look at me go

a little backstory ...

✦ It all starts at an airport - you and your team making your way to the next race whilst he and Barcelona are travelling home. Just as you’re walking through the airport terminal you manage to lock eyes with him for a split second, the sides of his lips curling into a smile. You feel yourself blush and stop in your tracks before being ushered along by your manager. You don't know it then, but the mysterious boy had also turned around to catch one last glimpse of you before your figure disappeared through the terminal gates. At least, as much of a glimpse as he could get before his teammates caught on with jeering whistles and teasing remarks.

✦ It’s just your luck that a couple of fans who had been waiting for either of your teams caught a couple clips of this moment and post it online - and it becomes the ultimate content for edits, shipping conspiracies, and videos. 

✦ From there on, things blow up. Clips of you watching his games or shots of him with your instagram posts open on his phone go viral amongst a flurry of dating rumours. 

✦ You first connect over these silly videos, but once you actually get to know each other you realise there’s actual chemistry between you two and eventually start dating - which you accidentally announce to the world after Joao scores a goal and points up to you in the stands (needless to say the internet was very happy that night) 

✦ On attending his games - him always insisting you have the best view (especially of him), enough tickets for anyone you want to bring, and every single one of his jerseys to wear 

✦ And vice versa, him attending your races and just being so supportive of you - he never wants you to feel like you’re just a wag, and is always sure to elevate your own success and achievements over your relationship 

✦ Always wearing your merch, sharing your posts about your recent wins in races, his instagram has just become a fanpage for you at this point - and he’s totally not complaining  

✦ Football fans finding out about you through him (“Wait Joao Felix’s partner is like some athlete? I thought they were just a wag lol they’re actually cool”) and Formula One fans finding out about him through you (“You mean to tell me Joao Felix as in y/n’s boyfriend actually does stuff and isn’t just their trophy boyfriend???”) 

✦ With that being said, your relationship does involve some long-distance periods because of both of your professions but both of you put in so much effort that it works. Though it’s not easy, he definitely makes up for it whenever you two do get to meet up by spoiling you rotten and spending as much time with you as possible. 

✦ Him CONSTANTLY getting teased by the team, but never learning his lesson and continues to bring you up at every single opportunity (he can’t help it, he’s just so proud of you :(( ) 

“Dude, cmon.” Pedri huffs as another one of Joao’s shots rebound off of the goal post during a cold morning training.  “Hey cut him some slack, he’s probably thinking about his partner,” Gavi’s tone is teasing as he says this, poking at Joao’s sides as the taller boy snarls in response. Even so, he can’t help but smile a little at the mention of you.  “Can you blame me? Did you guys see them last night? They were amazing, I mean Their overtakes were amazing and going from P10 to P3 is insa-” he begins, but is cut off by the groans of his teammates around him who all go off to train on their own. He doesn’t mind though, since he’s the one who’s lucky to have a partner worth bragging about.

✦ Is quite possessive and protective, not because he doesn’t trust you to be loyal or take care of yourself but because he knows what kinds of dangers being famous can pose and he wants to be able to help you through them. 

✦ Whenever you attend award ceremonies together his hand never leaves your waist, partially because he feels a little awkward without you (introvert bf things) but also because he just likes the feeling of having you close to him at all times 

✦ OMG you guys have such a Barbie and Ken dynamic - esp that one audio that’s like “Barbie has a great day every day, but Ken only has a great day if Barbie looks at him.” 

✦ Overall you guys are generally adored by everyone, as much as Felix gets teased by his teammates, fans, and media outlets alike <33 

And a little something extra for my formula one / football girlies - I present to you: Carlos the Madridista reacting to you dating a Barcelona player 

“No, I will not have this.” Carlos throws his hands up in frustration as he begins to walk away from you two. It’s Joao’s first time visiting you on the grid since you’ve ‘officially’ announced your relationship, and you wanted to introduce him to someone you considered a big brother. Only thing was, you had forgotten how deep the rivalry between the team Carlos supported, Real Madrid, and your boyfriend’s team ran.  “Carlos, please,” you sound exasperated but in reality you’re trying to hold back laughter at how dramatic his reaction is.  “You didn’t tell me your boyfriend was a Barcelona player?”  “What does it matter?”  “How could you?!” Carlos exclaims, his voice making it clear how betrayed he feels at your decision. Next to you, your boyfriend tenses up - you can tell how nervous he is to be meeting your group of friends and so you take his hand in yours, giving it a comforting squeeze. Even so, this entire situation is hilarious to you.  “Oh get over yourself,” you huff.  Eventually, you manage to get the two of them to sit down and have a proper man-to-man conversation in which they realise they have more in common than they think - the most obvious being both of them caring for you which they seem to have no problem bonding over. Needless to say, Carlos’ hatred of the opposing club might’ve lessened a little that day. 

[webslingingslasher]

Cherry and Peter have my heart, obsessed with their relationship dynamics! I love how you write and 🫶🫶🫶🫶. If you have the time, I was winding if you would write how Peter would react to cherry being hella stressed with finals or projects? (This is me rn!!) I love you so much and feel free to ignore it you’re not up for it! 🫶🫶

cherry: peter, you need to take me right here and right now on this bed.

peter: for the twentieth time this week, no, cherry, i won't have sex with you.

cherry: okay, but think about this.

peter: i won't. but i'll listen.

cherry: finals. super stressed. sex lowers stress levels.

peter: so does taking a nap.

peter: or going on a walk.

cherry: i don't know, peter. something about your dick tells me it'd be really good at simmering me down.

peter: cherry-

cherry: okay, fine, here's the real reason. it's just... i really think these finals are gonna i, tonya me and i can't die a virgin. please help me, you're my only hope.

peter: because darth vader is invading your ship?

cherry: i want your darth vader invading my ship.

peter: ....

peter: you're lucky i'm a grown man because that would've worked on me four years ago.

[yoonavii]

“Say Ahhh!”

Pairng: Sanji x single mother! Reader (short one shot)

Context: Sanji gets fed for the first time ever, and it’s by you.

In the heart of the Straw Hat ship, the scent of adventure mixed with the warmth of camaraderie. As a new member of the crew and a single mother, you found solace in the midst of these lively pirates. Among them, you and Sanji seemed to share a unique connection that transcended the usual dynamics.

One day, as you lovingly spoon-fed your child, Sanji observed from a distance, his eyes softened with admiration. He couldn't help but comment on the heartwarming scene before him. "You're really something, you know that?" he remarked. "Your child is lucky to have a mother like you."

Your smile was grateful as you shared a bit about your experiences, and Sanji, in turn, opened up about his own past. The shadows of a childhood marked by a sickly mother and a strained relationship with his father colored his words.

Feeling a pang of sympathy, you offered him a chance to experience something he might have missed. "How about letting me spoon-feed you, just for a moment?" you suggested. Sanji's eyes widened, and after a moment of hesitation, he agreed. As you playfully made choo-choo noises, guiding the spoon to his mouth, a gentle atmosphere enveloped the scene. Each spoonful became a moment of shared vulnerability and care. To add a touch of whimsy, you surprised him with a quick kiss on the cheek after one particularly successful "landing."

Sanji's usual confidence wavered for a moment, replaced by a charming fluster. Yet, amidst the laughter and the joy of a makeshift family, the bonds between you and the Straw Hat crew strengthened, embracing the unexpected moments that made life aboard the ship truly special.

©𝐘𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐈— Any sign/evidence of plagiarism made from outside this name will be dealt with by whatever means necessary. Legal action may occur if non fanfiction works are plagiarized.

[lunarw0rks]

Rachel!!

the way you wrote "Interruptions" 🤟🏼😪-

I've seen what you've done for other people and I want that too.

Please sir can I have more Alejandro x f!reader thots and feelings.

Make it nasty only the way you do.

a/n: sorry, this has been sitting in my inbox for weeks. hope you enjoy what i decided to write! I had a plus-sized reader in mind for this, but it's not a major part of it. the language is still inclusive!

PACIFY | ALEJANDRO VARGAS

⊹。°˖➴ Synopsis: Hooking up with your ex means you're still separated, doesn't it?

⊹。°˖➴ Pairing: Alejandro Vargas x Fem!reader

⊹。°˖➴ Warning(s): nsfw (18+), exes to lovers, ex!husband!Alejandro, mild angst, smut, oral sex (r.), p/v (unsafe) sex, slight dom/sub dynamics, breeding, kinda??/talk of pregnancy, tension w/ happy ending | W.C: 2.6k

꒦꒷ MAIN MASTERLIST ꒷꒦ ALEJANDRO MASTERLIST ──── ☆ read "Interruptions" here!

You tried your best not to think about him.

Not because of ill-treatment or the bickering. Your wounds were still too fresh. His schedule was too unpredictable, more than the gamble he took every time he left home. At first, you were convinced you could handle that life — wondering if your husband would come home in a body bag every time he ships off.

It was easier this way. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, the breakup was mutual. The phone call he got in the middle of the goodbye was ironic enough; yet another relationship milestone interrupted by his tireless career.

The low heels you wore clicked against the pavement; your brows furrowed as you reviewed an important email. The expression of disdain had become a permanent picture on your face ever since you two split.

You'd never admit it out loud, but you missed being taken care of.

Being alone wasn't all it was cracked up to be. And, because of your own stubbornness, you were reluctant to accept any more of his financial help. That meant rent and a search for better employment, which was no easy task.

But you got lucky today. An offer for a decent job; one you could budget properly with. With a chew of your lip, you pressed send and opened your car door, awaiting his reply.

You: Need to pick up my laptop.

The text was simple enough, but nothing ever was, was it? Instead of a message chime, your phone vibrated. His name flashed on the screen underneath 'incoming' and you could feel your eyes roll before you told them to.

Raising it to your ear, you huffed. Before you could get a word in, he spoke first. "It's nice to hear you breathe." Alejandro's voice comes through the static, reminding you of how audible your attitude had been. You didn't mean to be, but a text reply would have done the trick.

"Did you see my text?" You ignore his snide humor, tapping your fingers along your car window.

"Of course, I did. It's against the law to call my wife?" He chuckles and you feel as though he's with you; the mornings lying beside one another, his worlds tickling your eardrum.

Ex-wife, not wife. It wasn't official yet, but that was a habit you were still determined he break. "Do you know where my laptop is, or am I wasting my time, Alejandro?" You ask, shifting with impatience.

"Always so eager," he clicked his tongue, "it's in your old office. See? No need for dramatics." You rolled your eyes again, this time voluntarily.

As if he wasn't the mascot for melodrama.

You were completely dreading this short trip. For now, all you could rely on was the little voice assuring you you'd be 'in and out' of there within minutes.

It was only when you stood on the porch, that you realized you forgot to take the doormat as well. You urged yourself to remember that when you were out of here in five minutes. A petty realization, but a realization, nonetheless.

The oversized front door swings open, and there he is. "You don't need to dress up for me, amor. You hate me, remember?" He let out a tsk, shamelessly looking you up and down.

With a wave of your hand, you stepped inside without waiting for him to move. "I don't hate you, and you shouldn't joke about that, Ale." It was true; you didn't hate him, not even a little bit. His facetious humor was only amusing when it didn't inspire guilt.

Ignoring the pang in your chest, you said, "I had a job interview, hence the outfit." You glance at the living space, still familiar despite its void of all your belongings. "That's why I need my computer; then I'll be out of your hair."

His hair did look nice. Still silky and trimmed from a recent barber visit, you'd assume. His essence smacked you in the face, the suave cologne and aftershave — as if he'd cleaned up purely to tempt you.

Never would you give him the courtesy of admitting his success. Not verbally.

You walk toward the hall in the way of the office, but his arm stops you. Hovering over your abdomen, it's then you realize how close he'd gotten. "I put it on the table. Saves you the trip, no?" Another sarcastic comment. Big surprise.

"Ah, my savior, saving me the fifteen steps into the office," you match his tone, indeed spotting the laptop and charger left on the breakfast table.

It's not a bad favor, these heels couldn't have been less comfortable. He chuckles a bit, as if dismissing you, but never removes his arm. It lingers there, eventually giving your hip a squeeze. Not possessively, not carnally — it's an attention-grab.

"Forgive me, cariño, I know I've been..." He cuts himself off early, regathering his scrambled thoughts. "You look good. Today and— and always. I'm happy for you."

You raise a brow subtly, instinctively mellowing your voice. "For what? The job?"

"Something like that," Alejandro replies with a shield of vagueness, rubbing the flesh he'd squeezed. You hadn't moved despite how close he was. And it was more than the position you'd taken; so much more.

You open your mouth to retort again but fall short. "Listen, Alejandro..." He continued fondling your hip, slowing to a stop when you began speaking, tilting his head.

The rest of your words refuse to come out under the scrutiny of his warmth, and he knows it. You shift around a bit, feeling vulnerable the longer you stare at one another — how many words are being said with one abiding look.

His lips ghosted over your temple, the tip of his nose against your hair. Alejandro breathed in the scent of your shampoo, getting remnants of your perfume. Two smells he missed, more than he'd care to admit out loud.

By night two of you were gone your pillow was void of it. Right now, it was like savoring your scent all over again — while you were looking your best.

Your tense shoulders relaxed, falling into old habits when your head leaned against him. "I should be going," you breathed your words, a slight hitch in your breathing from the contact. It wasn't like the feelings and desires faded the moment you split; they were as fresh as the wounds.

A hushed dismissal enters your ear in a purr, sending chills across your body. His breath roams down the side of your face, wrapping around until it reaches your lips. “Do it for me.”

It’s akin to the first time you hooked up. His lips swallow yours, a moan escaping you when his tongue swirls around. You turn to face him fully and cup his cheeks, “we shouldn’t be doing this.” Despite your protests, you don’t fight another kiss.

“It’s our house, isn’t it?” You only nod into his shoulder, rocking your hips under his touch. Alejandro’s palms run down your shoulder blades to your tailbone, giving your rear a squeeze. “Answer me, cariño.”

"Yes." You whisper, pressing your lips against his jaw, urging his roaming hands to end their pause.

Caring about right and wrong fleeted to the back of your mind, while he moved to the front of it — consuming every passing thought you'd had of him for months.

His hands resumed after a hum of approval, while yours worked at unbuttoning the stuffy shirt you were wearing. Eventually, you gave them a yank, not paying any mind to the fabric fraying. The warmth from your skin could practically be felt, feeling free once you were left in a bra.

Through the kiss, he took steps backward while you followed at his mercy. He backed through the doorway of the master bedroom, keeping you connected by the lips.

The bedroom welcomed you, as did the bed you were being pushed into. Once sleek and cornered, now wrinkled sheets beneath you as you squirmed. “Missed seeing you like this,” his lips caressed your navel, traveling south as he pulled off your bottoms, rolling them down your legs.

He lay between them, giving glances through his lashes. His arms hooked around your thighs, keeping the squirms to a minimum. You reached down and ran your fingers over his hand, “Alejandro.” You weren’t sure why you said it either; he hadn’t even gotten started. It was more of a declaration than a gripe.

His stubble tickled along your inner thighs, hot breath on your core the closer he leaned in. “Do you want me to stop?” He sneered after you’d whined his name again, a smirk tugging the corner of his mouth. The answer was no, and you weren’t sure how to feel about that; it was like he had you under his spell all over again.

You despised being so weak for him, but that’s just how you liked it. Your body told the story, quivering and wet from the mere ghost of his breath on your heat.

“No, I don’t want you to stop. But, we—” You declared with the remainder of your willpower, and that was all he needed to hear. With the rustling of some sheets and a dizzying spin, you were on your stomach. Even after all this time, he managed to leave you stunned and needing more than what you were given.

He hooks his fingers around the waistband of your panties and tugs at them, making you twitch from the intensity. After his direction, you’re on your hands and knees, gazing down at the familiar sheets. The hands redirecting you aren’t rough or mean; they’re salacious.

“The thorn in my side.” His chuckle is a mock, cut off a lick on your core. “If only she could see herself now.” Your reaction, as small as a shudder, did more than enough to prove his point. You squeeze the silky sheets, suddenly feeling the intensity of his mouth on your pussy. He angled himself underneath you, tilting his head to swirl around your sensitive clit.

You jolted forward, instinctively clenching your thighs shut. Alejandro’s buff hands worked quickly, prying them open once more so he could enter you with his tongue.

His head bobbed in a fluid motion, the messy slurps growing louder throughout the room. You couldn’t leave it at this; if you were going to be pathetic, you were dragging him down with you. Your attempt was risible when you said his name again — attempting to sound firm, despite ripping at the seams from only his foreplay.

A pitiful plea is muttered from your lips, halting his feral tongue. “Hm? You’re making demands now?” His tongue clicks and they are obvious jeers, daring you to roll over and slip your pants back on. But, of course, you didn’t. You were no match for his natural charm; the reason you were in this damn situation at all.

The stars must have been aligned that night because his banter didn’t worsen. His ferocious mouth ceased entirely, and several seconds passed with some shuffling around. For a moment, you were expecting to flip around and find him fleeing from his own bedroom.

Until his palm collided with your ass, a ceaseless sting radiating off the pricked flesh. Before you could do so much as a jolt, Alejandro clutched your hip to hold you in place. “You may boss me around out there, cariño—” his other hand gripped the base of his cock, abruptly filling you with every inch, “—but not here.”

If it weren’t for his fingertips digging like daggers, you would’ve fallen face-first into the mattress. His thrusts were sharp and paced, messily lubricated by his saliva that he hadn’t bothered to lap up.

You wanted to scowl at his cockiness. But he was right. If there were a mirror, you’d see how craven he turned you.

His hips clashed with your backside, a constant slap echoing throughout the room — and surely the rest of the abode. You mewled beneath him, figuring it was better to savor the pleasure while you still had it. There were few things that went right in your marriage; intimacy was one of them, no denying it.

Your body knew it, and deep down so did your mind. Though, even when he was deep inside you it was tempting to bicker, you knew you wouldn’t get much of a sentence out. Alejandro knew all of your sweet spots, which ones to caress and which ones to exploit.

When your back tensed into an arch, his length hit even deeper. “Ángel, what’s wrong? Can’t relax when I’m inside you?” He leaned forward, chest against your curved back to ensure his words resonated deep within your ears.

As much as you cursed yourself, you nodded weakly. The warmth of his breath on your ear disappeared. Following, his palm rested between your shoulder blades, nudging you forward until only your hips were raised; a position that left you an undeniably gladded mess.

He quickened his pace but continued to bottom out inside you, slinking an arm around to stimulate your clit. His fingers spread you apart, matching the whirlpool motion to the intensity of his thrusts. “You’re close, nena.” It nearly sounded like a warning; could have been, if you weren’t clenching around him so tight.

Considering he hadn’t hooked up with anyone in months, you were actively draining his restraint. His stamina prevailed — but his willpower? Not so much. Alejandro’s ab muscles constricted tight, burning from the strain of rutting into you. And you, currently enduring the clutter of an approaching climax; that coil tightening, the rough pads of his digits, his deep fill of you.

It all hit you at once, your fists balled into the sheets as you felt the sensations overtake you. Your walls quivered around him, propelling him into his own climax. As your ears buzzed, you faintly heard his raspy ramblings that he pumped through. His thrusts slowed but remained deep as you milked him dry.

Alejandro muttered a curse and pulled out of you, pressing a kiss to your jawline. Some things never change. As the pleasure fizzled, you recognized the tepid sensation of his raw finish. The repercussions of him finishing inside you should’ve been more daunting, but they weren’t.

You attempted to flip over but he’d quickly settled beside you, caging you with his chest against your back. “Was that okay?” He mumbled against your warm skin as wet lips pecked your shoulder a few times.

His voice alone nearly drew a shiver, growing especially hoarse during pillow talk. “Which part?” You breathed, instinctively tracing your fingers along his scarred arms. Your words were half sarcasm, while the other part of you was still catching up.

“Very funny,” you could feel his smile against your flesh, followed by the slight nip of his front teeth. “You know what I mean. This. Wouldn’t be so bad, hm? A family?”

Part of you wished a wave of regret would wash over you, with waves thick enough to thrash some sense into you. They never came. Something felt right about being tangled in bed again; foreign but right.

“No,” you murmured, catching the last of your breath. “It wouldn’t be. But, I thought you hated being bossed around? You think our baby wouldn’t do the same?”

Alejandro snickered and massaged the hip flesh he left slightly bruised, “Only by you.” You gave his bicep a light knock, and he physically saw the spark return to your eyes. The one you had before all the petty resentment and venom.

Whether or not parenthood was a fix meant little; there was no denying your chemistry.

If anything, tonight was a breakthrough — despite its unconventional beginning. Through all the new unknowns, there was one thing you knew for sure. You weren’t going anywhere.

₊˚⊹♡ ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ divider cred. - cafekitsune

[butterbabyflapjack]

Brat

Simon "Ghost" Riley x f!reader

sexual content, sexual tension, dominant ghost, power dynamics, messy feelings, voice kink, mask kink, glove kink, dom/sub, indirect daddy kink, biting, rough sex, begging, brat breaking, voyeurism, just a dash of possessive choking, forced eye contact, oral fixation, tactical gear kink

You’ve been acting like a brat, and Ghost has had enough of it.

“You can consider this punishment. Can consider it me spoiling your bratty behavior. But you wanted my attention, and you’ve gotten it. So tell me now if you don’t want me to bend you over this desk and fuck you until it breaks, otherwise I’m taking what I want from you, and you’ll accept everything I give like the greedy fucking whore you’re pretending so hard not to be.”

He pauses, as if for your reply, though your tongue won’t move, your heart won’t beat; all of you tangled and drunken and warm; your stomach clenching almost painfully tight as you hear his hoarsened hum.

“I need an answer, love.”

“I…” you swallow, hard. Unable to deny that your panties are steadily soaking through for him, though still you somehow manage to sputter, “I’m not a whore you fucking asshole!”

You hear the smirk behind his mask. “You will be for me.”

Chapter 1

You don't know why you're doing it. It's childish. Stupid. Unprofessional. Reckless. And yet, despite all of this, your smart mouth persists.

You’re not usually so abrasive. You’re usually a fan favorite on the team. Someone your comrades like to be around, whose skill they can depend on. Like 141’s own lovable, murderous teddy bear, complete with her own fully functioning rifle. But maybe the other guys locked in this shady apartment with you – who’ve been locked up in here all week with you – are right. Maybe you do have a giant stick shoved far too deep up your ass.

For the past few days at least, you've had a fucking attitude problem. You'll admit it to yourself, even if you’ll deny it to anyone else who has the balls to mention it.

In those first few days of everyone being locked up in here, waiting on word for your mission’s next move and that eventual moment you’ll finally be allowed to leave, the rest of your team had more or less ignored your souring attitude. The snarky comebacks. The utter disrespect. The numerous started arguments and absolute cheek. The never saying ‘yes’ without first saying ‘no’ and ‘fuck you’ and whatever else a few dozen times beforehand. It’s a bunch of men locked up in here with you, and it only took a day of this before they started goading that you "must be on the rag, but would you mind chilling the fuck out, sweetheart?"

Lucky for you, it only took one bruised jaw at the edge of your irritated fist to keep that idea from spiraling, and you still don't know why Soap let that slide. He must like you a hell of a lot more than anyone who deserves being treated this way all week, because he could have easily retaliated. You may be the best sharpshooter in the room, but you're physically the smallest and weakest, and you damn well know it. But even this isn’t enough to curb your newly sharpened tongue, apparently.

Seriously, what is wrong with you? These guys aren't just your teammates, more than a few of them are your friends. People you know well, and who know you – who you’ve been through thick and thin with. So why are you treating them like their very existence annoys you?

You're overworked. That must be it. You’ve been running too many contracts, barely sleeping a single night in one corner of the world before shipping off for the next. In fact, the week this started, these past few days that you’ve been holed up with Ghost, Soap and a few others in this over-cramped Amsterdam apartment, all of you just killing time whilst waiting on word for your next move – this is the longest you’ve spent in one place in a long, long time. And something about that makes you antsy. Like you need to keep moving. Like you’re running from something. And damn, apparently you need therapy or something; someone to crawl inside your head and tear out all this pent up angst, the hurt, the annoyance, the sleepless nights plagued by every horrid thing your line of work brings. All that anxious rage, the never being able to turn off, to relax. 

You need an actual full night’s sleep. That would fix everything. You think. You hope. Or maybe, as Soap so lovingly put it, you need a swift, firm kick up the–

You're startled from your thoughts as a graveled voice calls your name from the doorway of the room you’re lounging in. And when you jolt and twist toward it, eyes wide upon being caught so off guard – because since when are you, one of 141’s stealthiest, caught off guard by anything? – you see your Lieutenant standing there. Ghost. His tall, imposing outline, black shadows with a skull’s face. Leaning one dense shoulder along the frame of the open doorway as he watches you, as if he’s been here watching you for a while now.

Shit – how long have you been trapped inside your own head? 

“Not gonna greet me with a friendly fuck you, then?” he wonders, eying you idly.

Your surprise eases itself into a lowered scowl. “Not a friendly one, no.”

You hear his raspy tsks of the tongue. See his head just barely shake in disapproval, his eyes still trained to you. And even though you know you’re being rude – and to Ghost, no less – it still manages to bother you. “You know I’ve saved your sorry ass more than a few times, don’t you?”

“Just like I’ve saved yours.”

“So, what then?” he asks, growlishly bemused. “I s’pose in your eyes that gives you permission to act like a sour fuckin’ tart?”

You don’t. You don’t think anything should make you act like this, but you still are, and you’re still irritated. Though he doesn’t exactly wait for your thoughts on the matter.

"Come with me," he says. No prelude.

"What for?" you wonder back, because of course you do - and even at this distance you see his lashes lower across his dark eyes.

"We need to have a little chat."

His tone, low and jagged, is amiable enough; though its undercurrent not to be trifled with. 

You trifle anyway.

“Kinda busy right now,” you point out, even though you’re not, and with how you’re lazing on a moth-eaten divan with perhaps the most boring reading material known to man - an outdated British arms manual - this is more than obvious. “We can chat later.” You flip to a random page, even though you feel annoyance fizzle off of him. Even though your gut clenches at your disobeying what isn’t exactly an order from your Lieutenant, but is certainly far from a suggestion. Somehow still having the gall to feel nervous, despite your brazen cheek, to so temp the ire of so dangerous a snake.  

You hear his heavy steps coming toward you, and suddenly your book’s torn from your fingers, tossed against the nearest wall, pages fluttering to the ground. And though you blink up in indignance at him, muttering out a petulant little ‘hey!’, that blunted look in his eyes otherwise silences your objections.

“We can chat now,” he says.

Though your eyes narrow, you don’t dare deny him a second time. “Fine, then. If I still had a book, I’d close it for you.”

“Well aren’t you just a doll.”

It takes a lot not to roll your eyes at his sandpaper-coarse sarcasm. “What do you want? Or did you come just to flatter me?”

“Not here.” 

He turns, his tactical vest shifting across the breadth of his sturdy chest, tugging at the fabric of his olive-green shirt, its sleeves rolled to half-length to reveal densely muscled forearms. Boots, gloves, mask; he’s ready to receive word that you’re all to head out at a moment’s notice – not that that moment seems likely to happen anytime soon.

When he doesn’t hear you scrambling up to follow him, he stops at the edge of the room, boots scuffing to a halt. Glancing back over one broad shoulder, eyes darkly held within the sockets of his mask. “Not a fan of repeating myself, sweetheart.”

You frown a bit at what feels to be his condescension, though you can’t deny the little thrill you get every time he calls you sweetheart, even if he just uses it to annoy you. From anyone else it’s annoying, but from him, it speeds your heart a bit, squeezes it.

You tell yourself you hate that.

“This apartment’s tiny,” you argue, unmoving. Nerves suddenly locking you in place, though you think you succeed in masking it. But that way he's watching you… It doesn’t bode well, not with your attitude. And yet you still can't seem to help yourself. “Here’s as good a place to talk as any.”

With one hand raised to shoulder height, he knocks the empty doorframe beside him with the blunted side of his fist. “No door. I don’t think you'll want anyone listening in on us. Not for this. But if you insist on being difficult…” He glances back, down the hall toward the living room, before turning back to you. “I can make due with an audience…”

Something about the way he says it has you jumping to your feet.

“Fine,” you mutter, shuffling toward him. Ignoring his throated hum that may as well be a chuckle – and you must look as rattled as you feel, to so easily amuse him.

“Well would'ja look at that,” he gruffs, “she actually listens. When she feels like it, that is." 

You want to protest that of course you listen to him – you’ve always listened to him. You may be having a tough go at it right now, but if he’s about to begin questioning your loyalty or commitment to the team, to him, you’ll punch him in the face just like you punched Soap – skull mask be damned. But you don’t punch him. You don’t even note on any of this. Because his dark eyes scanning across your face, as if silently assessing you; lingering for just a moment on your eyes, your lips… 

It's enough to inspire warmth creeping up your cheeks. To make you bite down all those arguments. 

Luckily, he doesn't appear to notice his unwanted effect on you; already turning away again. Because of course his little glances lead to nothing. They always lead to nothing, and you know deep down that’s a good thing, that it would undoubtedly make things messy, that any feelings you may have for him are stupid, so you try not to be disappointed by that.

"On me, then," he says, his every boot step echoing down the narrow hallway he leads you down, the commotion and conversation from the nearby living room growing more and more distant as you follow rigidly at his heel.

If he's ever noticed any of the times he's pulled a similar reaction from you throughout these past few years you’ve known each other – stealing your usual snark, tugging flustered heat up to the very tips of your ears – he's never made note of it. Not even to tease you, and you're pretty sure he would. Well… he’d either tease you, or maybe he'd just completely ignore what you fear is your highly unprofessional, inexplicable, stupid attraction to him, thus bypassing any need as your superior to address it…

Shit… maybe he has noticed…

Gritting your teeth, you silently swear to better hide any feelings you may have for him. Especially since you can barely even admit to having them to yourself. And you don’t – not really – have feelings, I mean. Because it would be unprofessional. 

Being locked up with anyone for this many days can make things a little foggy – that’s it.

Though… that doesn’t exactly explain why you’ve caught yourself thinking about him, far less than appropriately, before this mission… 

And it doesn’t account for why you’re sometimes, more often than you care to admit, kept awake on night’s that feel far too long by what his husky voice might sound like, warm against your skin, whispering filthy, horrible things inside your ear. Why it’s always him in your bed, if only just imagined. Teeth tugging at your earlobe, hot tongue tracing its shape. Breath growing more and more unsteady as he tells you how sweet you taste. As one calloused hand slips down, slowly down along your stomach, down between your thighs; his other hand forming a possessive shackle round your throat. 

Wow. And now you’re picturing all these sinful things whilst following the unfortunate object of your ardor, your fucking superior officer for christ’s sake, to wherever he wants to take you for his ‘little chat’. Likely about your recent attitude problems, if you had to guess – which you’ll argue you don’t have, even when you know you really do. So maybe you deserve to be chewed out right now about it, but that doesn't mean you’ll take anything he has to say lying down.

Seriously, what’s come over you this week…? You undoubtedly respect this man. No one here, and especially not him, has really done anything deserving of your ire. And he wasn’t wrong – he’s saved your life. Many times. He’s your friend. Your mentor. Your superior. You’re intimidated by him, too – and why wouldn’t you be? If anyone says they aren’t intimidated by Ghost, in even the smallest of ways, they’re a bold-faced fucking liar. 

He must be leading you to his office; which is a lenient term for it, seeing as how it’s just another cramped room inside this stuffy apartment that he’s set up camp in and brushed all the clutter off the desk of.

Maybe you should’ve just let him finish reprimanding you in the cramped study he found you in, but it’s a little late for that – he’s already striding into his office, leaving the door wide open for you to follow him in. Which you do, even though the room feels suddenly like a trap. Standing tall with indignant pride as you slip inside, despite also feeling like a mouse. Pausing just beyond the doorway, fingers curling and uncurling at your sides. Glancing from a few overstuffed bookcases lined against the walls, to the messy futon Ghost’s been sleeping on that’s stuffed in one corner, before your eyes slowly draw, magnetic, to him. Watching as he prowls around the desk, his desk, which he’s dragged to the center of the room; its formerly stacked boxes and useless knickknacks replaced with maps and various electronics and tactical equipment.

There’s no chair behind it. It seems he’s merely decided to stand there, behind his desk, just to make you feel smaller by staring up at him from the other side of it. His gloved fingertips lightly tracing across a few loose dossiers, attention flitting over them, before his kohl-rimmed eyes flicker up to meet yours.

“Shut the door.”

chapter 2

chapter 3

chapter 4

[ruumirmir]

𝘐𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘔𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘘𝘶𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘗𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘣𝘰𝘺

ੈ♡˳ Author's note - I simply have too many unfiltered thoughts about them Sorry not Sorry. This is entirely self-indulgent and completely male-reader centered. Don't worry ladies,, If you're imaginative enough!! You too can self-insert into this yaoi!!! If any of these don't make sense to new readers Don'tttt worry about it :) Probably didn't make sense to ME either but the vibe matched. @eluxcastar my trusty co-pilot for this ship,, do you have any memes to add perchance 🎤🎤 I'd love to compile everything here.

If you think Pantalone isn't a possessive prick you're WRONG. Lucky for him some people are into that.

Being gorgeous and evil go hand-in-hand one cannot exist without the other

*Sighs dreamily* Dont we all

Synopsis of my first two Pantalone x Male reader requests everybody:

Im sorry but it would be fucking hilarious for the plot. Loverboy being soooooooo normal about the rumours going around that Dottolone are Such Close Business Partners,,

but actually dottolone fucking hate each other. Group projects tend to do that to people. Its the biomechanical malpractice doctor vs business unethics banker. And dottore getting a massive kick out of this one fatuu agent hating his guts . Idk Just a Thought :0

What being microwaved does to a man. Dont worry guys Pantalone can manipulate and gaslight me into a killing machine anyday bc he's hot <3

Hoyoverse canonizing Pantalone's anger-issues is the best thing that happened to me. you can never trust an anime snake with a (^‿^) face

One does not simply work in close proximity with a hot guy and Not think about getting boned atleast once.

Somebody save childe

Makes zero sense in hindsight but the lore is coming. trust 🙏 Something so delicious about finding your way back to the person that changed you forever.

Hes just a pathetic little guy your honor. Let us all enjoy his extreme sad boy demeanor and sopping wet meowmeowism before we put him through the HorrorsTM.

Synopsis of literally the most recent Loverboy one-shot by riri:

Something something blatant favoritism.

Reminder that Loverboy joins the Fatui as a part of mandated service right after graduating school at the fresh age of 18 and kills a guy roughly 3 years later :D

Peak dynamic btw. He can be your angle or yuor devil. As long as he's behind over your shoulder 👍

"I learned my passion in the Good Old Fashioned School of Loverboys"

Thankyou homoverse they made Pantalone a certified Yapper. Him and Loverboy are just the "Talks a lot" vs "Listens" ship

No caption. This was just funni

Hey guys can anyone tell that I love a good corruption arc.

Despite his increasingly worsening state of ethics, don't forget that deep down hes still going to be a sopping wet meowmeow💕

Idk blame @/eluxcastar riri they put the devil's temptation thoughts into my brain

[rollinouttahere-writes]

Just read chapter 3 of lucky break and I absolutely love Zoro and reader relationship, I think there would have an interesting/fun dynamic 💗

pfft idk why but I hope it comes a running gag that reader has a hobby attracting wild animals 🤣👌

amazing chapter as always love how you wrote the characters, the fighting scenes were amazing, hope your doing ok and drinking plenty of water ☺️

You're close, but the running gag is that Lucky just kinda has the touch with cats specifically

Aww thank you, I had a lot of fun writing for Zoro in this chapter! Lucky is essentially his external self preservation instinct since he doesn't have a single one.

When we get to the Baratie arc, Zoro will be the first to realize that Lucky is suspiciously absent purely because she isn't getting on his ass. Have a little drabble

Zoro screwed his eyes shut and forced himself to breathe through the pain stemming from the wound across his chest. The Baratie staff were doing their best to treat it, but this was significantly above their pay grade. Lucky was going to have a field day nagging him to 'get some rest' and 'see a doctor'.

Wait. How is Lucky not already doing all that. Frankly, he surprised Mihawk was able to leave without getting yelled at by her.

Zoro pries his eyes open and lifts his head to look around. She isn't anywhere in sight. This is rubbing him the wrong way, and he says as much, "Something's wrong."

"Wrong with what? You? Yeah, I would say there is if your dumbass thought it would be a good idea to take on Mihawk of all people," Sanji couldn't resist the opportunity to take a jab at the swordsman.

"No, curly-brows, Lucky isn't here," Zoro huffed, annoyed that this was the person that Luffy just had to have for a cook.

"Curly-brows? Wait, what do you mean Lucky isn't here?" Sanji's head swiveled around violently, trying to locate her and prove Zoro wrong. He wasn't though, she was nowhere to be seen. Neither was Nami or the ship you all came here on, he noted.

"Are you kidding me?!" Sanji kicked a nearby broken table, sending it hurtling into the sea. "The second I join is when both of the ladies disappear?! We need to find them! What if they were kidnapped?!"

"Kidnapped? Who was kidnapped? What's going on?" Usopp whipped out his slingshot and swung it around wildly, trying to figure out where the danger was so he could go the other way.

"Lucky and Nami are missing, we need to hurry!" Sanji didn't even know where to begin, but that wasn't going to stop him from throwing himself into this head first.

"They're gone?! Hang on, where's the Merry?!" Usopp screeched, hands pulling on his hair from the shock and terror of the beloved ship being absent.

Zoro forced himself up onto his feet despite the protests of the cook around him. He wasn't about to leave these two idiots in charge of figuring out where Lucky went (and Nami too).

[flanaganfilm]

Hey Mike! I'm really sorry to hear about your experience on Hill House. I do a lot of work in VFX in pre/prod/post and I know that sort of production that feels like a sinking ship day in and day out. I do hope you have found some catharsis now that it's over.

The show shook me. Changed me. Made me reckon with myself as a storyteller and as a person. All for the better, I assure you.

I hope to one day tell such an impactful story of my own, either through one of my short films, or through the novel series I'm writing/illustrating. Which brings me to my question: How do you navigate the complexities of having authored a work that did so much harm to yourself but also did a lot of good for others? What lessons do you hope aspiring storytellers like myself take from your difficult experience? Thanks :)

Thank you for saying this.

It's true, HILL HOUSE was a very negative experience to make - but I will always be profoundly proud of the finished product. It's some of my favorite work. I may never again face down something as challenging as episode 6, and I love the impact it has on a lot of its viewers.

There's a weird thing that happens when you finish a project - it really ceases to be yours in any way at all. It belongs immediately to the audience, and they're given an experience that you will never have. When HILL HOUSE came out, I didn't watch it - I'd seen it hundreds of times by that point, but at the same time, I've NEVER seen it.

Every frame of it is informed by my experience making it, or my intentions, or the compromises we made here, or the line we cut there that I wish we'd kept, or a bad day on set, or a problematic actor, or a visual effect we never quite got right (there are a LOT of those in HILL HOUSE, some of them still make me wince.) So I'm never able to WATCH the show. It's a tradeoff we make all the time - if you're lucky enough to make a movie, or a TV show, that's the price of it - you'll never be able to watch it.

But, I get to see how it affects other people. More than anything else I've made, HILL HOUSE seems to have the largest and most passionate fanbase. (BLY is a close second, though that's a whole other blog entry - I could write a book about the complicated, fascinating experience of the BLY fandom).

But with HILL HOUSE, I'd hear a lot from people who lost loved ones, who navigate complicated family dynamics, and who have wrestled with depression or grief. It means the world to me. It's a strange divide, as I'll never see the show that they saw - but I am so grateful that it touched them the way it did.

I'm just about at the point where I think I'm capable of sitting down and truly watching HILL HOUSE. It takes years sometimes. I've watched a lot of my early work, like HUSH or GERALD'S GAME, and finally had the experience of really SEEING it. But HILL HOUSE has always felt a little too raw, and my memories still overpower my ability to separate myself from it. Maybe that's changed. Maybe I'll give it a shot this year. Half a decade seems like enough time.

But yes, it is complicated and strange with all of them. I so badly want to watch MIDNIGHT MASS, the project that was the most personal to me - but it flew off into the world just like they all do. I spent a decade working on it, and felt it flowing through me every day - like it was a part of me. But the moment the show was done and released into the world, it wasn't mine anymore, just like all the others. I remember feeling almost knocked over when it departed, for some reason I thought that one would always feel like a part of me... but no. They're like children, they all have to go live their own lives, and they don't belong to you. Not really.

[acoldsovereign]

IN SITUATIONS WHERE

--Maiz developed a crush on someone on whom she had an antagonistic relationship with, the combat sadism gradually becomes sexual. Unlike other Saiyans, the parts of her brain that control societal conditioning (including recognition of 'family'/'friends', etc) and aggression/violent impulses and urges, etc remain active no matter what. The latter is supposed to flip or switch off if a Saiyan has chosen to bond with someone/with others.

In Maiz's case, they overlap. On top of that, they criss-cross. In other words-- in all of her romantic relationships, she's either hurting her partner consensually, or nonconsensually, hurting others nonconsensually and her partner, hurting others nonconsensually or her partner, or hurting others nonconsensually and her partner consensually (meaning together, they commit acts of violence/aggression/antagonism upon others and the partner consents to a certain type of pain).

Her urge to hurt the person she's with/having feelings for (or other people) doesn't stop just because someone chose her-- if they did. She can exercise self restraint but when and where is her choice. Depending on the person/target/obsession in question, it is either an easy task or a Herculean one.

[choccy-milky]

Funny story: when I first found your art I was reluctant to read the fic, because I thought there is absolutely no way that one person can be this talented in two different art forms (drawing and writing). Boy was I wrong. Now Clora and Seb live in my heart and mind rent free. 🥹 Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk. 😁

BAHAHA AWW THIS IS BOTH SO FUNNY AND NICE😭💖 like damn, whats her secret.....🤔🤔🤔 (its brainrot. the secret is brainrot. draw and write obsessively enough and for long enough and you're bound to get decent at it eventually BAHHAA) BUT THANK U and im glad u gave my fic a shot in the end 🥹im fr so lucky to have ppl that like both my art AND my fic it feels like im in a lil book club sometimes its so fun so THANK U ALL 💖💖

I WANNA DRAW THIS NOW but seb likes how soft/small she is, bc it makes her nice to hug and also reminds him of how delicate and feminine she is and how much he wants to protect her. and PHYSICALLY clora likes sebs freckles and his eyes (and also how toned and lean he is, which she'll only really admit to when shes drunk BAHHAA)

SURPRISIGNLY IVE NEVER READ ANY HARRY POTTER FANFICTION, not in hogwarts legacy OR the og harry potter. ive read all the books and when i did, ron x hermione was my main ship, and idk, i guess i never got into the fandom enough to want to find fanfics bc the books satisfied me on their relationship enough. but yea, ron/hermione is the only thing i really shipped, though before HL came out i DID consider/was about to go look for dramione fics since i was craving that good girl/bad boy dynamic and i knew that was a big thing with dramione (but then i ended up just making my own in the end LMAO)

@dokuroskull23 ASTARION NO QUESTION WHICH I SEE U AGREE WITH BASED ON UR PFP LOOL. I LOVE MY VAMPIRE TWINK AND I LOVE PRETTY BOYS (i still need to finish bg3 tho...i got to act 3 before stopping bc i wasnt happy with my character. and now that mods are out im gonna completely restart and make my tav even hotter LMFAO)🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

LMFAO "TITS ANON" as per whats on your government ID. (this is actually just clora now) but also THANK U GLAD U LIKED IT, MORE VARSTITTY JACKET + HOODIE SEB IS ON THE WAY, TRUST💖✍️✍️

[minminyoonjii]

Stray Love Haven Day 31 : [OT8/Fem! Reader]

🔗https://archiveofourown.org/works/42120486

💗Series Masterlist

🌹CW Orgy|Creampies|Messy Sex|Cum Swallowing|Slight Hint of Size Difference|Manhandling|Spit Roasting|Blow Jobs|Cum Facials|69|Cum Play|Vaginal Penetration|Vaginal Fingering|Multiple Orgasms|Dynamics Play|Praise Kink|Dirty Talking|Subspace|Slight Hint of Body Worship|Domestic Setting|Oral Fixation|Rough Sex|Full Aftercare

💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.

🍄Wordcount: 5.5K

"Wakey wakey," Felix whispered, running his fingers through your hair. You whined, curling up deeper within the blankets "Too early," you sulked. Felix chuckled at your muffled whines "Come on, it's time to wake up," he said, tracing your sides. You pursed your lips "No, it's cold outside," you huffed. Felix cooed, "You don't want to be late for breakfast, do you? Minho hyung made your favourite," he coaxed, gently removing the blanket off your face.

You rubbed your eyes, wolf plush tucked under your arm "Good morning, sunshine," he chuckled, shifting you on his lap. You rested your head on his shoulder, lazily fiddling with his sleeves "What did he make?" you yawned, feeling more awake with each passing minute. "Pancakes with extra whipped cream," Chan said, walking in. Felix glared at Chan "You're lucky I heard your footsteps earlier, hyung. I could've died from a heart attack," he complained, tightening his hold around you.

You giggled, "You're being dramatic, Yongbokkie," you said, poking his cheek. Felix pursed his lips "Sweetheart, this house is full of drama queens," he pointed out, pinching your cheek. You whined, turning your gaze to Chan "Appa, help me," you whimpered, jutting your bottom lip. Chan chuckled "He's not wrong, little one," he said, removing Felix's hand from your cheek. You huffed, crossing your arms "That doesn't mean my cheek deserved such abuse," you grumbled.

Felix kissed your cheeks "Who's the one being dramatic now?" he teased, cupping your face. You groaned, "All of us, now can we please go down for breakfast?" you asked, squirming out of Felix's hold. Chan chuckled, lifting you up "Took you long enough," he said, carrying you down the stairs. "There's our princess," Minho said, setting the plates on the table. You yawned, waving at him. Minho chuckled "Are you still sleepy, princesa?" he asked, kissing your nose.

Your eyes widened "Princesa?" you questioned, looking up at Chan to see if you heard wrong. Minho rolled his eyes "Sungie wanted to watch the new Dreamworks movie. I may have picked up a few things," he explained. You nodded "That makes sense," you said, feeling your blood rush up to your cheeks. Minho chuckled, "Looks like our princess liked it more than she thought," he smirked, letting Chan set you down on the stool.

You averted his gaze, "I do not," you said, taking a bit of your breakfast. Chan raised an eyebrow "Little one do you have a thing for accents?" he asked, licking his lips. You couldn't retort even if you tried, your burning cheeks answered his question. Jisung cooed, "Are you embarrassed, kitten?" he teased, knowing fully well you were. You grumbled, stuffing your cheeks with the pancakes "Slow down, little one. You're going to choke," Changbin said, rubbing your back.

You slowed your pace, taking your time with each bite "I'm sorry," you mumbled, whipped cream smeared across your lips. Changbin chuckled, "It's fine," he said, swiping his thumb across your lips and tasting the cream on it. Hyunjin grimaced "Hyung there's a perfectly good tissue right in front of you," he said, wrinkling his nose. Changbin smirked "And?" he asked, raising his eyebrow. Hyunjin pursed his lips "Touché," he said, taking a bit of his pancake.

Changbin chuckled, "Take a bite, baby," he said, feeding you a piece of strawberry. You hummed, chewing the fruit. "Does anyone have any plans for later?" Felix asked, cutting a slice of butter for his breakfast. Jisung shook his head "Not really, I just planned to stay at home," he said, pushing back his bangs. Minho hummed "Me too," he said, bringing his plate to the sink. You followed behind Minho, wearing the dishwashing gloves he handed you.

"Do you have any plans today, princess?" he asked, setting the dishes you washed on the dish rack. You pondered for a bit "I don't think so," you mumbled, taking off the gloves. Jisung wrapped his arms around your waist "The rest don't have plans either," he said, mouthing against your earlobe. You squirmed, "Alpha," you whined, letting Jisung pull you closer to his chest. Hyunjin chuckled, "You aren't starting without us are you?" he asked, cutting into his pancakes.

Jisung gasped, trailing his hand down your stomach "Of course not," he said, faking a smile. Changbin rolled his eyes "Don't rile her up, Han-ah," he warned, finishing his breakfast. You moaned, head clouding from the way they were talking about you. Chan chuckled, "So much for that warning," he said, locking eyes with you, You whimpered, feeling smaller under their gazes. "What's wrong, kitten?" Jisung asked, kissing down your neck.

You shivered, "Alpha, please," you keened, hands gripping the kitchen counter. Felix cooed, tilting your chin "So desperate already," he smirked, stroking your cheek. You whined, feeling Jisung's growing bulge press against your clothed folds "Please," you cried, hands trembling as you tighten your grip. Chan walked towards you, he held your jaw, forcing you to look up at him "Do you think you can take all of us, little one?" he asked, towering over you.

You nodded vigorously, "I can, pl-please let me," you stuttered, letting yourself slip into subspace. Chan sighed, "Open your mouth," he commanded, spitting on your tongue. You moaned, feeling physically smaller with each command. Chan kissed your nose "Good girl," he praised, taking his plate to the sink. Jisung licked up your neck "Does our sweet kitten want to please us all?" he asked. You mewled, "Yes, yes, yes," you babbled, staring up at Jisung with your dazed eyes.

Jisung chuckled, "Eager little kitty aren't you?" he said, rubbing the back of your neck. You shivered, leaning into his touches. Jisung manhandled you over his shoulder, "Innie-ah, pull out the sofa bed," he said, rubbing the backs of your thighs. Your head spun, barely a thought running through your mind as Jisung laid you on the sofa. "Princesa, come back to us," Minho said, snapping his fingers.

You blinked your eyes, focusing on the sound "Sir?" you asked, feeling a familiar weight of warmth envelope your body. Minho hummed, rubbing your hips "Tell everyone your safe word, princess," he said, coaxing you out of your headspace for a second. You furrowed your eyebrows "Levanter," you whispered, tilting your head. Minho chuckled, "Can I remove your clothes?" he asked, kissing the top of your palm.

"Yes please," you whispered, giving him verbal consent. Minho cooed, "Such a sweet girl," he praised, removing your clothes. Jeongin stroked your cheek, placing the wolf plush between your arms "I can tell that you're slipping into nonverbal territory noona. If you can't say your verbal safeword, throw the plush away," he said, giving you a spiderman kiss. "Okay," you said, holding the plush close to your chest.

"What's the order this time?" Changbin asked, giving you a light peck. "Oldest to youngest," Seungmin said, jumping in. "It was youngest to oldest last time, might as well switch it up a bit," he added, racking his eyes down your curves. Chan sank his knee between your legs "Is that alright with you, little one?" he asked, kissing your inner thighs. You gasped, legs quivering under his caresses "Yes, appa," you mewled.

Chan cooed, marking hickeys onto your skin. Leaving blooming spots of purplish-red "You bruise so easily, baby girl," he groaned, watching as your once untainted skin became littered with marks. You felt yourself clench around nothing, folds slicked with arousal. Your clit throbbed from the foreplay, and each bite changed from pain to pleasure. Chan chuckled, "Adorable," he said, smiling at your bliss-filled expression.

You whimpered, nails digging into the plush "Appa fuck me, please," you keened, spreading your legs further. Chan's breath hitched, and his mouth watered at the sight of your folds pulsing "Appa's going to breed you, little one. Wouldn't you like that, filled with our cum dripping down your cunt?" he growled, swiping his fingers down your slit. You whined, "Little one wants to be bred, pl-please," you begged, tears brimming your eyelashes.

"Fuck," Jisung gasped, after hearing your words. Chan ran his fingers through his hair "Our sweet little cum slut," he growled, smacking your clit in one clean swat. You cried, arching your back at the sting "A-ah," you choked up. Chan stroked his cock, head throbbing with precum dripping past the slit "You're going to be a good girl for us, aren't you?" he groaned, slicking his cock with your fluids. You whimpered, rutting your hips "Yes, yes, yes. I'll b-be your good girl," you babbled.

Chan wrapped his arms under your thighs, pressing your knees towards your chest "So fucking tiny," he cursed, pressing his cock into your hole. Your jaw slacked, forming a perfect oval as Chan bottomed out. "Chris," you whined, wrapping your arms around his neck. Chan chuckled, peppering soft kisses on your skin "You're absolutely gorgeous," he whispered, letting you adjust to his girth. Your walls fluttered around his cock, slick aiding to the stretch.

"I could stay buried in you for hours," Chan admitted, rolling his hips with languid thrusts. You shuddered, feeling his warmth pressed against your skin. His eyes hold nothing but adoration and love just for you. "Let me worship you, little one," he whispered, quickening his pace. Moans split past your lips, "Appa," you gasped, noticing the subtle bulge under your skin. Chan growled, sinking deeper into you "Fuck baby girl," he hissed, getting more erratic with his thrusts.

You clenched around his cock, thighs trembling under his bruising grip "So good," you slurred, panting for air. Chan groaned, pressing his forehead against yours. He reached his hand between your legs, flicking your clit with each thrust "Cum for appa, little one," he growled, seeing your face contort with pleasure. You cried, cumming around his throbbing cock "Fuck, fuck, fuck," you cursed, thrashing under him.

Chan grunted, fucking your hole with more vigour "Oh god," he choked up, hips stuttering as he came. The veins on his neck protruded, sweat beading his skin. You whimpered, feeling his hot semen coat your walls white. Chan ran his fingers through his hair, "Our precious girl," he praised, hissing when he pulled out of your dripping pussy. Minho wrapped his arms around Chan's waist, "That she is," he hummed.

Chan chuckled, kissing Minho's cheek "Give our princess the pleasure she deserves, yeah?" he said, letting Minho take his place between your legs. You shivered, nuzzling into the wolf plush "She's so cute," Felix gasped, grinding his cock on Seungmin's thigh. Minho cooed, stroking your cheek "She absolutely is," he hummed, watching you leaning into his palm. You mewled, clenching your hole, causing Chan's cum to ooze down your perineum.

"Oh fuck," Hyunjin whimpered, palming his aching cock confined under his boxers. Minho gulped, licking his lips "Sir's going to take good care of you," he sighed, lining his cock with your hole. You nodded, biting onto the ear of the plush as Minho pushed his cock into you inch by inch. "M-mh," you whimpered, soaking the plush in drool. Minho groaned, tilting his head back "Fucking hell, princesa," he cursed, feeling overwhelmed by the sight of his cock disappearing into your body.

You stared back at Minho with half-lidded eyes, rolling your hips with his cock buried within you. Minho grunted, snapping his hips "Stay still, princess," he gritted, hovering over you. "Sir," you mewled, tears dripping down the corners of your eyes. Minho groaned, "Pretty girl," he said, kissing your tears away. He kissed down your cheek, meeting your lips. You giggled, seeing Minho grimace when his lips met the fabric of the plush.

"Lower the wolf," he sulked, nipping your neck. You moaned, parting your lips with a dopey smile. Minho smirked, pulling you in for a deep kiss. "F-fuck," he cursed through a parting, nipping your bottom lip. You panted, staring into Minho's eyes. Minho chuckled, rutting his hips "Now let me fuck you as you deserve, princesa," he smirked, thrusting his hips at a steady tempo.

You cried, arching your back "Oh," you sobbed, body quivering from each stroke of Minho's cock massaging your inner walls. Minho grunted, gripping your v-line as his tempo turned erratic. A silent scream escaped your lips. The sofa shifted, leaving black skid marks on the marble floor. Minho gritted his teeth, chasing his high "Cum with me, princess," he groaned, pounding into your sopping pussy.

Your muscles tightened, clenching desperately around his cock "Minho," you wailed, thighs tremoring. Minho moaned, emptying himself inside you "Fuck, princess," he rasped, feeling your walls throb around him, milking every last drop of his semen. You sniffled, muffling your sounds behind the plush. Minho cupped your cheeks, "Why are you crying, sweet thing?" he whispered, coaxing you down from your high. You shuddered, shrugging at his question.

Minho cooed, "You're so cute," he hummed, clenching his jaw as he pulled out. "Should we stop here, little one?" he asked, running his fingers through your hair. You shook your head, "Want all of you," you pouted, peeking through the plush. Changbin tilted your chin, making you face him "We can take a short break before continuing," he said, tapping the tip of the water bottle on your lips. You drank the water eagerly, not realizing that you were parched.

Changbin chuckled, "The water isn't going anywhere, little one," he cooed, letting you finish the whole bottle. You sighed, stretching your joints "Daddy?" you whispered, poking Changbin's thigh. He kissed the top of your hand "What is it, baby?" he asked, giving you his full attention. You pursed your lips "Kiss me please," you said, averting your gaze. Changbin stroked your cheek, leaning forward as he kissed your lips.

You melted into the kiss, closing your eyes just to immerse yourself in the feeling of his lips against yours. Changbin pulled away "Are you ready?" he asked, kissing your nose. You wrinkled your nose, nodding "Please fuck me, daddy," you whispered, keeping eye contact with him. Changbin grunted, manhandling you on your stomach "I saw your expression when Han-ah lifted you on his shoulder. You like being tossed around don't you? Our beautiful helpless little girl," he teased, tracing his finger down the dip of your spine.

"Daddy," you whined, burying your face into the plush. Changbin chuckled, groping your plump ass "Is daddy being too mean?" he hummed, spanking your flesh. You growled, arching your back "Don't tease," you huffed, swaying your hips. Changbin laid another spank "Behave little one," he warned, slicking his cock between your folds. You sulked, "But you're taking too long," you whimpered, rutting your clit against Changbin's cock.

Changbin sighed, spreading your cheeks "You're lucky we're spoiling you today, little one" he chuckled, holding the base of his cock. You mewled, clawing your nails into the sofa "So full," you slurred, letting Changbin's cock stretch your pussy further. He hissed, "Fuck baby, you're still so tight," he grunted, rolling his hips. You moaned, tension coiling in your abdomen "Da-daddy, please," you whined, skin prickles with arousal.

Changbin pressed his weight on your back, pinning you beneath him "Daddy's got you, little one," he growled, setting a merciless rhythm. You cried, writhing under Changbin's firm torso "Ah, ah, ah," you babbled, face growing hot. Changbin groaned, licking his lips "Fuck," he shuddered, enjoying the way you respond to his touch. Muffled strangled noises echoed within the room. Your eyes rolled back, getting closer to the brink.

"F-fuck, cum for daddy, little one," he growled, knees buckling as you clenched around him. You cried, coming undone, adding more fluids into the mix. Changbin locked his jaw, spilling himself into you "God," he cursed, kissing the back of your neck. Your walls spasmed, shockwaves gripping your body. Changbin moaned, slowly easing himself out of your warmth. You whined, pressing your cheek against the sofa "Cuddle," you sulked, making grabby hands towards him.

Changbin chuckled, pulling you onto his lap "Such a cuddle bug," he cooed, rubbing your back. You nuzzled into his neck, kissing his skin. Changbin groaned, "You're dripping, baby doll," he said, spreading your thighs over his. You whined, cheeks flushing red "Binnie," you sulked, jutting your bottom lip. Changbin laughed, "I'm sorry, little one," he cooed, hooking his biceps under your knees. "You're driving us insane, noona," Jeongin moaned, shamelessly staring at your gaping pussy.

Hyunjin walked towards you, cupping your cheeks "Can I kiss you, baby?" he whispered, licking his lips. You nodded, gasping as Hyunjin pulled you in for a messy kiss. Lowly groans split into the make-out, and spit dribbled down your chins. Hyunjin pulled away, cock throbbing against his abdomen "Mommy, please let me fuck you," he whimpered, precum dripping onto your clit from the angle. You bite your bottom lip "Fuck mommy like you mean it, darling," you rasped, clenching around nothing.

"Yes, yes. I will," Hyunjin moaned, sinking between your folds in one quick thrust. Changbin tightened his grip, locking you in place. He kissed down your neck, smirking against your skin as Hyunjin pounded his cock from the get-go. You wailed, holding onto the plush for dear life "Hgh ah, ah," you sputtered, pleasure buzzing under your skin. Hyunjin whimpered, "You're so wet, mo-mommy," he choked up, plunging his cock at a brutal pace.

The knot in your abdomen began to coil "So close," you sniffed, walls fluttering around Hyunjin's throbbing cock. Hyunjin chased his high with frantic thrusts "Please mommy, cum around my cock. Want to feel you clench around me. Please," he begged, cock twitching within your walls. You bit into your lip, tasting blood on your tongue as the knot snapped. Hyunjin grunted, panting heavily "Fuck," he keened, feeling your body convulse against his.

Your eyes rolled back from the intensity of your orgasm overtaking you. Hyunjin whined, cumming after you "Ah, fuck," he rasped, hips jerking. You mewled, blinking away the stray tears spilling down your cheeks "Hyunnie," you whispered, sniffling. Hyunjin pampered kisses all over your face "Mommy," he whispered back, pulling himself out of your cum filled hole. You giggled, squirming from his affection "It tickles," you said, panting for air.

Jisung nipped Hyunjin's shoulder, leaving a semi-deep indent "Hurry up," he huffed, licking the bite mark. Hyunjin hissed, glaring at Jisung "You could've just pulled me away, gently," he huffed, crossing his arms. Jisung chuckled, "I'm sorry, princess," he said, nudging Hyunjin towards Minho. He smiled, focusing his attention back on you "Are you feeling alright, kitten?" he asked, rubbing your thighs. You whimpered, cum spilling onto the sofa below "Yes," you mewled.

"Our sweet kitty is slowly losing it isn't she," he teased, stroking his length. You nodded, vision blurring from the tears "Al-alpha," you stuttered, sticking out your tongue. Jisung cooed, "Aww, does my kitten want me to cum on her face instead?" he asked, quickening his strokes. You panted, hoping to catch Jisung's cum on your tongue. Drool dribbling down the tip of your tongue. Jisung hissed, pumping his cock at the sight of your lewd expression "Fucking hell, I'm going to keep this memory ingrained in my head," he growled, cockhead throbbing as he fucked his fist.

You moaned, spilling more cum from your gaping pussy. Jisung's knees buckled when he noticed "Oh fuck," he gritted, aiming his cock at your face. You parted your lips, gasping for air with half-lidded eyes. Jisung groaned, pressing his hand beside your head "You look so fucking good, kitten," he chuckled, getting closer to the edge. Changbin sighed behind your nape "Beg for him, little one," he whispered, keeping his gaze on Jisung's frantic jerks.

You sniffled, holding the plush on your stomach "Pl-please cum on my face, alpha. Want to taste your cum so badly," you choked up, furrowing your eyebrows. Jisung's breath hitched, hearing his heart race within his chest "Fuck, kitty," he whined, letting out a stuttered breath. Your body quivered at his tone "Jisung," you cried out, desperately needing his warmth on your skin. Jisung arched his back, whimpering as he came. Coating your face and collarbones with his cum.

Changbin nipped your ear "What must you say, baby?" he hummed, rubbing circles on your thigh. You mewled, "Thank you. alpha," you said, swallowing his load. Jisung swiped his fingers on your face "Open up," he commanded, slipping his fingers into your mouth. You preened, swirling your tongue around them, and sucking his fingers eagerly. Jisung pressed his tongue against the roof of his mouth, inhaling deeply through his nostrils. You flatted your tongue, swallowing with your mouth agape.

Felix chuckled, "That's enough teasing, sweetheart," he said patting your cheek. Jisung blinked, shaking his head "You're dangerous for my heart and cock, kitten," he mumbled, wiping his cum slicked hand with a wet wipe. Felix snorted, rolling his eyes "Hyung you seemed a bit bothered over there," he said, gesturing to Changbin's hardening cock. He grunted, "I'm sorry, little one," he whispered, burying his face into your hair.

You frowned "It's fine, daddy," you reassured, kissing his forehead. Changbin smiled, nuzzling your neck "Thank you, baby," he whispered. You pursed your lips "Sir, can I suck daddy's cock while you fuck me?" you asked, giving Felix your biggest puppy eyes. "Such a precious girl," he praised, stroking your cheek. "Of course, you can, sunshine," he added. Changbin released his grip from your thighs "Stretch your legs, little one," he said, after hearing you groan from the dull soreness.

Felix carried you while Changbin repositioned himself on the sofa "Hyung looks hot, doesn't he?" he teased, biting your cheek. You nodded, seeing Changbin's cock twitch against his abdomen. Felix chuckled, setting you back down "Get in position, sunshine," he hummed, rubbing your hips. You immediately straddled Changbin's shoulders "Is this alright, daddy?" you asked, arching your back

Changbin groaned, staring right into your folds "Absolutely perfect, little one," he growled, tracing down your slit. Your thighs trembled, threatening to close but Changbin wrapped his biceps around them "Relax baby, you're in good hands," he said, keeping you in place. You whined, pressing your nose against his cock "Sir, hurry," you pleaded, kissing the base of Changbin's girth. Felix chuckled, pressing the tip of his cock into your pussy "So bratty," he hummed, sinking deeper slowly.

Your mouth slacked, flicking your tongue into Changbin's slit. Savouring the musk on your taste buds. Changbin grunted, having a front-row seat of Felix's cock penetrating your wet hole. With each drag of Felix's cock, more cum oozed onto his face. You moaned, wrapping your lips around Changbin's cock. Your tongue moved rapidly and lightly, teasing his throbbing cock head. Felix growled, stuffing your hole open "This is better than any wet dream I've ever had," he groaned, carving for pleasure with a hungry haze.

You choked around Changbin's cock, drawing a loud cry from his lips. Felix chuckled, gripping your hips, adding more bruises to your skin "Just like that, sweetheart," he grunted, feeling his gut tighten. Changbin hissed, darting his pointed tongue towards your neglected clit. You screamed, only for it to be muffled by Changbin's girth filling your mouth. Felix tilted his head back, your walls clenching around his length "Fuck, sunshine you're doing so well," he slurred.

Changbin bucked his hips, fucking your throat "Close," he growled, quickening his thrusts. You gagged, letting Changbin use your throat, penetrating past your throat barrier with a loud pop. Felix gasped, goosebumps running up his body "Same," he panted, losing composure. You whimpered, heat spreading under your skin. Changbin groaned, sucking on your clit as he came. You closed your eyes, swallowing his cum as much as you could. Felix whined, flooding your walls with his semen right after "I've wanted this for so long," he shuddered

Changbin nipped on your aching bud, pushing you over the edge. You cried, pulling off Changbin's cock. Cum, spit and tears overwhelmed your senses as you slumped against Changbin's hips. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," Felix keened, hips trembling from your walls clenching around him. Overstimulation buzzed under his skin, burning from the pleasure. He pulled out, causing more cum to coat Changbin's face. "God I can't get hard again," Felix whimpered, lifting you off Changbin.

"Me too," Changbin rasped, wiping the cum off his face. Seungmin grimaced "You're going to smell like sex for days, hyung," he said, kissing down your arm. Changbin chuckled, "Worth it," he said, joining the other members. Seungmin kissed your chest, wrapping his lips around your hardened nipple. You whimpered, finding comfort in the plush pressed near your cheek. Seungmin groaned, marking your chest with more hickeys "God, you're beautiful," he sighed, sinking to his knees.

He hooked your calves over his shoulder "Stare into my eyes while I fuck back the cum dripping past your cunt, little love. Don't keep your eyes off me or you're going to regret it," Seungmin growled, plunging two into your walls. You wailed, locking eyes with Seungmin's lust-driven ones. He chuckled, curling his fingers against your g-spot "That's it, take all of it," he grunted, adding another finger to the mix.

Your body convulsed, hands scrambling to grip something. Seungmin smirked, fucking the cum pooling in your hole. Filthy squelching echoed within the room, "Cum for your liege, little dove," he commanded, rubbing your clit in tandem with his thrust. You screamed, back arching off the sofa as you squirted. Seungmin kept his rhythm forcing another orgasm from you. "En-enough," you whimpered, your body still quivering from the intensity.

Seungmin continued his assault "Do you need your safe word?" he asked, bringing you to the edge once more. You shook your head recklessly "N-no but my liege," you cried, clawing your nails into the sofa. Seungmin hummed, "Just one more, little dove," he rasped, pumping his fingers with desperation lacing each thrust. Your jaw locked into a silent scream, squirting all over Seungmin's face and arm. He shuddered, gently removing his fingers from your dripping cunt "Our obedient girl," he praised, bringing you down from your high. You sulked, tears dripping down your cheeks "Minnie," you whined, crying freely. Seungmin's eyes widened "Was I too much?" he asked, kissing your cheeks. You shook your head "Just hold me," you sniffled, listening to his heartbeat. Seungmin rubbed your back "You're safe. Cry if you need," he whispered, rocking your body. You let out a shaking breath, grounding yourself in Seungmin's warmth. Jeongin poked your cheek "Drink up, noona," he whispered, tilting the bottle of water. You drank slowly, gradually gaining back your senses. "Do you want to stop here, noona?" Seungmin asked, stroking your cheek. You shook your head "No I can take it, please," you pleased, dragging your nails down Seungmin's chest. Jeongin placed a pillow under your head as Seungmin laid you back down on the sofa.

He stood up, wrapping his hands around Jeongin's cock "Since you asked so nicely," he hummed, pumping Jeongin's length with vigour. Jeongin moaned, aching to be touched since the beginning "I'm not going to last long," he growled, bucking his hips into Seungmin's fist. You mewled, shakily moving your thighs apart "Please master," you whimpered. Jeongin groaned at the sight, gripping Seungmin's shoulder "Fuck, I'm going to cum," he grunted, aiming his cockhead in front of your pulsing pussy.

Seungmin twisted his fist around Jeongin's tip, "Go ahead," he encouraged, milking Jeongin's cock as he came. Coating your clit and inner tights with his orgasm. Jeongin slumped next to you, catching his breath "Sweet noona," he whispered, nuzzling your chest. Seungmin tugged his cock with a few strokes "Fuck," he growled, adding his cum to the mix. Chan ran his hand up Seungmin's nape "Good boy," he praised, causing more cum to squirt past his slit.

You giggled, "Appa," you squeaked, letting Chan carry you. Jeongin whined, "Noona was so warm," he grumbled, sitting up. Chan chuckled "You can cuddle with her later," he said, bringing you up the stairs. Jisung cooed, kissing your temple "Come one, kitten. The tub is filled with bubbles just for you," he said, testing the temperature of the water once more. Chan laid you down in the tub gently, letting you get used to the warm water.

"Appa is going to wash your wolf, yeah? You can play with it once it's out from the dryer," he said, taking the wolf from you. You frowned, wanting to protest but eventually allowed Chan to go wash the poor fluid-stained wolf. Jisung chuckled, washing the dry flacking cum off your skin "Did you have fun today?" he asked, blowing a bubble in your direction. You nodded, putting a lump of bubbles on your hair "Fun," you repeated, mindlessly playing with the soap suds.

Changbin walked in setting a towel on the bathroom sink "I don't think a single thought is running through her head," he cooed, booping you nose. You squealed, trying to bite Changbin's finger. He chuckled, handing you a silicon teether "Bite on this, little one," he said, pinching your cheek. You whined, sinking your teeth into the teether. Minho peeked his head in "Her clothes are prepared, they're on Channie hyung's bed," he said, before heading back down.

Jisung rinsed the excess soap off your body, cleaning your skin in and out "Squeaky clean," he said, wrapping the towel around your shoulders. Changbin guided you to the toilet "You need to pee first, baby," he chuckled, drying your hair. You did as told, cleaning your folds with the bidet. "Don't forget your teeth, kitten," Jisung said, handing you a brush with toothpaste. You grumbled, brushing your teeth on autopilot. Changbin chuckled "Good girl," he praised.

"Now, you're squeaky clean," Jisung cooed, carrying you to Chan's room. Changbin placed your hand on his shoulder "One leg in, little one," he said, pulling up your shorts. Jisung chuckled, "Arm's up," he said, dressing you up in an oversized hoodie. Warmth filled your senses, lazily chewed on the teether. "Aww, is our little sunshine, feeling sleepy?" Felix asked, rubbing your cheek. You nodded, rubbing your eyes.

He cooed, "There's a surprise downstairs just for you, sweetheart. Let's go see," he said, letting you wrap your legs around his waist as he carried you down. "Woah," you whispered, eyes sparkling at the sight of dim fairy lights decorating the whole wall. Chan chuckled "Do you like it?" he asked, kissing your nose. You nodded, "Pretty," you said, taking in the sight. Chan pulled out something from behind his back "Ta-da, he's all clean now," he said, handing you the wolf.

You gasped "Wolfie," you gurgled, still chewing on the teether. Hyunjin cooed, "Come lie down," he whined, patting the spot next to him. Felix rolled his eyes fondly, setting you down. You crawled over to Hyunjin, nuzzling into his warmth "Hyunnie," you squeaked, playing with his fingers. He laughed, pampering kisses all over your face "Cutie," he said back. Minho placed a plate of cut fruits in front of you "Eat up, princesa," he said, poking an apple slice.

You placed the teether aside, taking a bite of the fruit. Jeongin covered your legs with a thick weighted blanket "Comfy, baby?" he asked, adding more pillows to the sofa. You hummed, eating the fruits with shaking fists. Chan chuckled, brushing your damp hair "Where did you learn that from, little one?" he asked, rubbing your nape. You giggled, swallowing your fruits "From appa!" you cheered, pressing your head against his abs.

Chan cooed, "When have you seen me do that?" he gasped, poking your cheek. You laughed, "Appa does it every time," you said, crossing your arms. Chan hummed, "Appa's being silly, isn't he?" he said, tickling your sides. You squealed, squirming away "No, appa not silly," you laughed, curling into Hyunjin's lap. Chan chuckled, pulling you in for a light peck "Precious," he said, letting your snuggle against Hyunjin.

Felix stood by the kitchen counter, watching his members coddle you with all the love and comfort you deserve "How was it stay?" he asked, breaking the fourth wall. He smirked "They called me Pixie for a reason you know," he said, staring into the screen. Felix sighed, "Every love confession from us is sincere, I hope you'll find someone or more who'll show you the same," he said, taking a sip of water. He smiled, "Wishing you a wonderful new year, stay," he said, setting his glass down.

"Pixie come on, we need your vote on what movie we're watching," Jisung shouted, gesturing him over. Felix gasped, "Do I not get a say in the movie choice?" he asked, walking towards the sofa. Chan chuckled, pulling him onto his lap "Unfortunately, no," he teased, nuzzling Felix's neck. Jisung shuddered "I hate that word," he grumbled, taking a bite of the brownies Felix prebaked. Felix sighed, "Fine, my vote goes to…" he dragged. Jeongin groaned, "Hyung," he scolded. Felix chuckled, "My vote goes to Stray Love Haven," he said, curling up into Chan's embrace.

Jisung smiled, "Good choice," he said, clicking on the play button.

[thekatebridgerton]

The wingwoman ship dynamics in 'gaslight gatekeep girlboss ' are quickly evolving into very fun variations of the following

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Penelope, Kate and Phillip: your boyfriend is a lovesick psycho

Sophie: Yes I know! Now please help me get away from him before he finds out where I am

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Sophie, Kate and Phillip: your boyfriend is a lovesick psycho

Penelope: no he's not, he's a friendly lil puppy, see how he's always following me around anytime a suitor comes near me

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Sophie, Penelope and Phillip: your boyfriend is a lovesick psycho

Kate: oh yeah? Well maybe I like him that way ever thought about that? Maybe I can out psycho him, YOU DON'T KNOW ME

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Sophie, Kate and Penelope: your girlfriend... Hey wait a minute you don't have a girlfriend

Phillip *slowly inching away from Eloise* : Lucky me right?

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But yeah, friendship is so important when you're dodging Bridgertons, just ask those four

[chaifootsteps]

I will make a throw away side account and DM you the pictures. Again, I can't risk being found out. I don't have the mental stability.

But I hope it can give clarification. I also have my document on when I came out about my experience but I fear my old user will bring people to my new.

I dunno. It's a lot. And even though I came out, I'm just not sure how it'll all Go down seen again.

Also, I do have a few characters I designed as a means to write them how I would write angel. Another drawing I'll DM you on the throw away account.

I enjoy angel and still do. He's a treasure, but the episodes wrote him and Val's dynamic horrible. Angel is just a sexual harassing jerk , who youd think would treat others better after what he's been through.

Keep any and all comments about himself for himself until others think it's okay to say things thing about him and then he shuts down entirely.

Let's say uhh, "I may call myself dumb, but that's not for you to agree with. " him calling himself sexy, beautiful, irresistible for the sake of making sure he himself never loses that self love till someone takes that and tries to use that against him by saying, "you're sexy, smokin, begging for it. " makes him shut down and close himself off cause his self love isn't an ask for attention.

That's how I'd handle him. He'll, he wouldn't even flirt with husk, he'd avoid that guy like the plague cause he's drinking and angel would be nervous around a continuous drunk.

As for my time with the huskerdust ship. It was nice. I enjoyed the back and forth we had.

But seeing how hunter spoke of FF and LD [which I work at one of them, won't say which] ✨

It really just made me throw our fun away.

I'll write something better with the character I designed for the sake of writing a character if I had to write angel.

I'm a SA survivor. I got luck at my very young age that nothing was taken from my flower wise, but I was still touched and treated as if I shouldn't say anything.

I got lucky. But still affected of what was to come. And what a person who was made to protect me wanted.

And seeing how people will write off those who still hurt, no matter the range, makes me infuriated.

I'm rambling. I have a lot of hate towards Spindle horse and I wasn't even there long.

Btw, I am in full belief I was only hired cause I was black. [I mean I still am but... Ya know--]

-👽 alien anon.

No, not rambling at all, all of this is fascinating. I'm sorry for everything you've been through, then and before then. Definitely extremely glad to hear you're working on a better project.

But yeah, any pictures you feel like sharing, please do!

(Also who's falling on that precious taste of a pilot/Instagram Hazbin long gone and getting slightly emotional about it? Certainly not me.)