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alicelufenia · 14 days

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Killing The Grove But Not Killing Your Friendship With Karlach And Wyll - A Patch 7 Guide

Friendship ended with Halsin and the druids, but not with the two good-aligned companions. As a dark mirror to the KO Method for recruiting Minthara on a good playthrough, this is what has been dubbed the "Murder Method" to recruit Karlach and Wyll on an evil (or at least very chaotic if at one time well meaning) playthrough.

Pictured above: Kagha giving even a good-aligned Tav a reason to side with Minthara, probably.

This is a follow up to my original guide [x], so I will only give the highlights here. The general gist is this: So long as a civil war between the druids and the tieflings at the grove is triggered, AND the tieflings die (completing the Save the Refugees quest), the Raid the Grove quest can be completed without a raid battle.

To explain, there seems to be only two things that cause Karlach and Wyll to leave:

Triggering the raid battle against the tieflings, no matter how many remain from the druids attacking, triggers Wyll to leave and Karlach to lose so much approval she's likely to leave just from that alone.

Speaking with Minthara in the Secluded Chamber and proceeding to the goblin party causes both Wyll and Karlach to leave, but only if they are currently alive when the transition happens.

EDIT: I've gotten reports of people losing Wyll and Karlach upon moving to the goblin party, even if they're dead before hand. So I need to clarify, for this to work they need to be both dead and not in the party. This can be done by getting them killed (by enemy attacks, damage over time like fire, or jumping to their death), then instead of Withers resurrecting them, ask him to collect your fallen companions. This will spawn their corpses in camp (all their loot and gear will stay on them) and remove them from the party list. This will be how you know they are now in his care, and can proceed.

This also means that you don't need them dead before the fighting starts. They can steal the idol, fight Kagha, whatever you want to do to kick off the druids attacking the tieflings. As long as they are dead and in Wither's care before proceeding to the goblin after-raid party, this should work (but as always, have a backup save, and attempt this in Honor Mode at your own risk).

For this test, I had two objectives: Steal the idol without my party members getting caught (so as not to slow down the druids and give the tieflings a fighting chance) and returning it to Mol for the "Steal the Idol" quest reward, and, on the chance Kagha is still alive after the fighting, TAKE THE IDOL BACK FROM MOL. This is critical I think, as every time it's not been in my inventory when Kagha is still alive, the grove seals as soon as we leave.

Once again, because Alice sucks at pickpocketing, I just paid through the nose (800 gold) to buy it back from Mol. I'm sure she's satisfied with the results. It is possible to pickpocket it from her though. I then shapeshifted into a halfling and escaped out the secret exit and waited out the fight.

And that's when I saw Arabella again!

I swear she came running out the secret hole right past me!

She was too fast for me to keep up with Shovel, the druids all ignored her, and she doesn't stop moving in turn-based mode. Still, there she goes.

It's a shame I'm going to have to redo this whole sequence for my main save (I skipped a lot of things I did previously to get this done fast), however now that I know where she appears from I may be able to trigger it consistently. If so, I will report back on whether Arabella shows up later!

Despite Kagha surviving, the grove doesn't seal when we leave the area, and the Emerald Grove Environs waypoint remains. So holding onto the idol was the key here.

Minthy is upset that we started the slaughter without her, but she prepares her raiding party all the same. One long rest later:

Here's something new for patch 7, Karlach has something to say upon finding Dammon's body.

It's genuinely pretty sad, and you've got a couple things you can say in response. Honestly it's been a long time coming.

I'm curious whether this triggers if he dies at Last Light too. Something for others to investigate (I do not guarantee the safety of the inn either on my playthrough :p)

Looks like Minthara took care of Kagha for us. She was even nice enough to leave the loot. No sign of Rath though, so no getting the Sorrow glaive. Just pickpocket the rune off him first, I guess.

For the record, nothing happens when we investigate her secret stash and notes at this point. Oh well!

All the animals are dead except for Topaz! I guess that was his lucky coin after all.

Also something I forgot to confirm last time, the kids' hideout is still empty. So I still say Mol and the others got out. Another point in the favor of doing things like this.

The game still is treating it like you killed the tieflings. Strange, the patch notes said Minthara would have something to say if there were no tieflings left, but it's all the same here. Wow, Larian saying something was added for Minthara, only for it to just not be there? What a wild concept.

Also you can barely see it but Karlach and Wyll here also have their eyes closed, implying Minthara's sharing her mental snuff film and porn movie with them too. Yikes, that's awkward, sorry guys this is. Like, a Durge and Minthy thing, just for the two of us? Didn't mean to involve you, just lie down in fire a bit for me.

Thanks guys, you're the best!

I swear they're both some of my favorite characters! I do this because I love them.

So yeah, make sure Karlach and Wyll are dead and entrusted to Withers before talking to Minthara, as finishing her dialogue moves you to the goblin party, and they'll both ditch if they're alive for it.

You can bring them back once you're actually at the party though.

Also they changed Withers' resurrection animation to be much faster! They were revived before he was done speaking!

They're both chill! And Wyll has new greetings dialogue for higher approval! This is apparently his "Very High" greeting. EDIT: Actually it's his low approval greeting, because the only companion Larian hates more than Minthara is Wyll, sadly. It's a bug that should get fixed soon, but who knows when.

Once again, you probably don't need their approval this high, but it doesn't hurt. Plus hey, I honestly think they'd get along with Alice, so I'm glad they're here this time.

We roll in the hay with Minthara, have a civil discussion over drawn knives, and she gives me her lyre so we can take the mountain pass way to Moonrise. And the camp is just how it should be: Karlach and Wyll still with us, and a huge ritual circle painted in tiefling blood in the middle of camp (because of Durge things, not the goblins).

Keeping Wyll and Karlach post goblin party in patch 7 - Success!

I hope everyone enjoyed this, and it helped you make the most of your evil playthrough. Now you can have all origin characters along for the horrible, horrible ride.

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rallamajoop · 7 months

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The Complete Guide to Eye Colour In Resident Evil 7

An addendum to my guide to eye colour in RE8: here's everyone from RE7 too! Getting close-ups of these was way harder than for RE8, because RE7 does not come with a model viewer, so I'm stuck using in-game screenshots and promotional images.

Once again, we'll start with the cheat-sheet version:

The whole Baker family: Blue (except when...) Mia: Brown (FOR NOW) Eveline: Green Alan: Hazel/green Deputy OneSceneWonder: Brown Chris: Hazel/brown (FOR NOW) Clancy, Andre and Peter: Brown Ethan: Still hazel

But it can never just be that simple, can it? So, further notes below.

The Baker Family

The Baker family all have blue-grey eyes. In fact, post-infection, they all have the exact same blue eyes (see top line in comparisons below). You could maybe put this down to genetics for Zoe and Lucas, but when Jack and Marguerite have the same eyes as each other too, that's when you start wondering just how many backwater-hillbilly-stereotypes are in play here.

Mind you, they do have slightly different eyes in the pre-mould flashback that is the Daughters DLC, which you can see in the second row above. All are brighter blues, pre-infection, and Jack gets smaller pupils while Lucas gets a slightly larger iris (Zoe gets nothing, as she's the viewpoint PC and we're not redoing her face if you're not going to see it). So maybe we can hope there's some genetic diversity in the Baker-clan (renders of their eyes in their actual faces also look a little more distinct, but maybe that's a lighting thing). Either way, the Bakers = blue eyes! Got it!

And then we meet Uncle Joe in the other DLC who... has hazel eyes?

IDEK, maybe Uncle Joe's real dad was a different mailman.

Once we get deeper into mould-monster territory though, things do get a little more interesting.

Both Marguerite and Lucas appear with much creepier whitened eyes later in the game ‒ Marguerite's during her boss-fight transformation. Lucas, however, remains steadfastly human-shaped throughout the main campaign, but his eyes are whitened in his video message to Ethan, and in his (pre-monstrous transformation) DLC appearances too. Jack, by contrast, doesn't seem to get new eye textures even after blowing off the top of his own head, or in the boss fight that follows (monster!Jack from the fight in the boat house has completely different eyes, of course, and more of them). Mia, too, has her own set of creepy-alternate-mould-monster-eyes, but they're completely different again.

So what's the internal logic here? I could speculate that Lucas' eyes-only transformation is a sign he's in control of himself in a way Jack and Marguerite aren't, but it doesn't quite add up. If anything, those eyes make more sense as something Lucas was given because we never see him transform like Marguerite, or blow pieces of himself away like Jack: Lucas may look human, but the eyes are there to remind us he's not. There'll always be some details that end up being more about effective storytelling than cohesive lore.

Interestingly, though they don't appear in the game, there are also promotional pics of all four members of the Baker family with glowing white/silver eyes, which are definitely a supernatural feature. It's tempting to try and associate the effect with Rose's glowing eyes from the Shadows of Rose DLC, or perhaps even the general pale-grey-eyes of Miranda and the Lords (more on both in my post on eyes in RE8). But that's territory that really needs its own post or we'll be here all day.

Clancy, Andre and Peter

These are the three ill-fated crew of the Sewer Gators tape you'll encounter early in the game. You may notice Peter (rightmost in the pic above) seems to have even more dilated pupils than the majority of the cast. Amusing as it might be to theorise that he's just on drugs or something, I think there is an explanation: the closest shot we see of his face (and the first shot of the tape) is a close-up into a camera while the team is outside in the dark. His pupils would naturally be dilated in this sort of environment.

So why aren't Andre's dilated too? Well, the closest look we get at his eyes (also pictured) are the final shot of the tape, where he's already dead, and his eyes are covered by a red film. Medical plausibility aside, dilated pupils presumably didn't add to the effect here, so Andre gets regular pupils.

Speaking of assets, there is actually one photo of the three of them in the game, from the pamphlet you can find in their van at the start. You can even almost make out Clancy's face!

Clancy's own eyes are their whole own kettle of worms, but we'll get to that below.

Chris Redfield

Is an odd one: I can't share an eye-texture asset for Chris, because he doesn't actually have a character model at all in the main RE7 title. And explaining that one is gonna take some context.

While RE8 renders nearly all cutscenes using in-game models, RE7 stores far more of its major cutscenes pre-rendered in .wmv format. The opening is pre-rendered, video messages from Mia and Lucas are pre-rendered ‒ even the big moment when Eveline blows out the windows of the tanker and throws Mia into the river is pre-rendered. Not all cutscenes work this way, but basically anything that would require loading a lot of assets that aren't needed in gameplay (eg. the view of the river and tanker for outside) seems to have been pre-rendered as a video instead.

And since Chris' only scene in all of RE7 is in the pre-rendered ending sequence, he doesn't have a model at all (or at least, I couldn't find it). We do see Chris in openings and endings of the Not a Hero DLC as well, and the End of Zoe ‒ but these too are just .wmv files, presumably for all the same reasons.

Now, obviously, Chris is also playable in the DLC, so he does have a character model there. But we still don't get eye textures for him for a couple of reasons: firstly, he wears a face-concealing mask that only comes off for opening/ending cutscenes. But even without it, we might just hit other weirdness surrounding player character models...

As I've already noted, both Chris and Mia get completely different new blue eyes in RE8, but back in RE7, Capcom seemed a little more aware that brown or hazel eyes were a real thing regular white people do have sometimes.

A note on player-character models

Although we mostly just see the hands of whoever we're playing as (usually Ethan), gameplay still uses a full-body model, presumably to aid in rendering dynamic shadows, and give enemies something to cover in blood. Things get weird around the character's head, which isn't actually visible so it can't get in the way of the camera floating inside it, but will still cast shadows and still has textures associated with it (though usually in much lower resolution than other models we'll actually get to see). There are three playable characters in RE7 proper: Ethan, Mia, and Clancy (from the video tapes) ‒ each with their own model and textures.

Ethan and Mia also have more detailed 3rd person models, since we see plenty of Mia playing as Ethan, and a little of Ethan playing as Mia (if only from behind).

Why does this matter? Well, distinct as the three PCs are otherwise, their player models all have the same eyes ‒ top row above shows Ethan, Mia and Clancy, in that order. And they look nothing like Ethan's and Mia's eyes have ever looked elsewhere, which you can see in the comparison below.

I mention this mostly because it's pretty easy to find Ethan's player-model in the game files, note those generic-hazel eye textures with it, and go, "hey, you got his eyes wrong!" But these aren't the same eyes that come with his higher-res texture, or the ones that were copied over into RE8. In fact, the existence of the player-character-default-eye-texture back in RE7 is one of the reasons why I do tend to take full-res Ethan's eyes as 'canon', even though we never see them in either game: someone took the time to repaint Ethan's eyes for his full-res model, and make them distinct from the low-res default used for everyone in 1st person mode. That at least suggests there was some real, intentional effort put into deciding what colour eyes Ethan was supposed to have.

This does leave poor Clancy in more ambiguous territory, however: as he's never seen by any other character, he has no high-res model, and thus no eyes but the default-hazel that Mia and Ethan are rendered with in that mode too. So is this to be taken as Clancy's official eye colour? It may as well be, I suppose. We see so little of Clancy in any form that I was genuinely surprised to find out his he's actually got a player model which is completely distinct from anyone else in the game, with curly greying hair, a neckbeard, and a baseball cap worn backwards.

Render by nightsatkendalls over on deviantart.

I do not have the skills to produce a render of this quality myself, but I can tell you that the cap he's wearing has the logo for the RE Engine on the front (the in-house game engine behind all the modern RE titles, and many other Capcom games).

You'll never see it in game, of course ‒ you'd need both a freecam mod and a mod to make his head visible. But it's there as a weird little easter-egg nonetheless.

Eveline

Eveline is perhaps the only character whose model may not have been updated at all for RE8, but given she's only a hallucination or ghost, that stands to reason. In RE7 though, she also appears as her aged 'grandma' self, who pops up around the house in her wheelchair looking spacey. Grandma-Eveline has two different eye texture assets ‒ one far more washed out than the other. There's next to no good official pictures of her, but fortunately, since she doesn't move around or attack you, she was one of the very few characters I was able to get a decent close-up shot off with the free camera mod. And inasmuch as you're ever in a position to look her in the eye in game, only the faded version of her eyes ever seems to show up. Is the clearer version actually used somewhere I didn't catch? I have no idea.

What really stands out about granny-Eveline's eyes, though, is that they don't look anything like her child-self's eyes do. Child-Eveline is basically the only character in either game with distinctly green eyes. But Granny's are hazel, and not even a particularly similar shade of hazel.

In fact, they look far more like the generic-default hazel of the player character textures than they do like her younger self. Close-up comparisons below.

You could speculate that it was deliberate that Granny-Eveline's eyes don't look anything like kid-Eveline's eyes to avoid tipping off the player that they're one and the same ‒ but realistically, no-one without free camera mods is ever going to get a good enough look at either of them to notice. And it's kind of a shame they didn't just take young-Eveline's eyes and apply the same kind of distortions they seem to have applied to the generic-hazel template to age them up ‒ that would've been a lovely, creepy little detail to find in these textures. But no, generic old hazel it is.

Then again, whatever the real logic at play, the fact Granny-Eveline's eyes are effectively a faded, distorted version of the very same eyes the player themselves never does get to see in the mirror is a pretty creepy idea itself. And intentional or not, that's what I've got to leave you with.

#Resident Evil 7 #Resident Evil #Ethan Winters #Mia Winters #Joe Baker #Marguerite Baker #Zoe Baker #Lucas Baker #Eveline #Alan Droney #Clancy Jarvis #Peter Walken #Andre Stickland #RE assets #unused assets #eye colours

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i-dont-even-know-anymore976 · 2 months

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things i need from season 8

the diaz sisters - at this point the only thing that can help eddie is the not-so-silent judgement of a younger sister. ideally, one of them will show up and be like "you left chris with mum and dad?????? wtf??" and for him to flounder while she tells him chris is now spending the summer with his other aunt and cousins while she deals with whatever "this is" as she makes vague gestures towards him

a pet for buck - maybe dog but honestly i think he should adopt a number of the ugliest cats you've ever seen and have it be an ongoing joke that no-one ever sees the same cat so you don't know how many he has (truthfully i want someone to give that man a baby but ugly cats are the next best thing) (if we could get one shot of him [and tommy😉] waking up in a bed completely covered in cats it would make my year)

karen to be allowed one free punch at councilwoman ortez (and obvi to get mara back)

hen also gets a free shot but i almost feel karen deserves it more - she puts up with so much shit

taylor kelly redemption - maybe its just that i imprinted on her like a baby duckling but i want them to bring taylor back and have her do an expose on ortez & gerard

recast michael and bring him back - give bobby back his friend and let them resume their shenanigans!!!! honestly maybe they do the initial research into ortez&gerard and poor taylor has to work with them to make it into an actual news story

previously stated monster truck accident

more ravi - i need a ravi, begins episode more than i need oxygen

just like more silly calls - a toddler who's got their leg stuck in a stair railing, a grown man stuck up a tree trying to get down a cat (the cat jumps down easily by itself right in the middle of the rescue), MOUNTED POLICE!!!! i have just recently learnt that there are mounted police in LA (thank you the rookie) and WHY we haven't had a call with them and buck being a secret horse whisperer i'll never know but i need it

athena/bobby honeymoon redo - they deserve one nice vacation okay!!!!!

hostage-negotiator!may - i think the actress has gone to uni (good for her) and i also don't know how long it takes to learn to be a hostage-negotiator but i just think that she would be good at it and it would be fun (also i really just want may back! i love and miss her 😭)

and more jee!!!!! i love her too!!! and the enormous wendy house i hope buck, eddie, and tommy build for her

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vxlkirayaxo · 3 months

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I'm back againnnn, I was wondering If you could do slightly chubby Fem!reader x Childe?

In high school, where childe is popular among the school and people speculate he has a liking towards tall slim girls but he actually likes them a little chubby and has a slight crush on the reader?

What hearts adore

Ahhh!!! HEYYY AGAINN! I'm so glad you came back again ^^

Character: Childe

Warnings and tags: suggestive, cursing, fighting, fluff, 'one sided pining'

Chubby Fem!reader x Jock/popular! Childe

"So Childe, what's your type hmmm?" A popular girl asked sliding he hand on his upper arm while he sat at a lunch table. Before he could answer a guy sitting next to him spoke up.

"he's totally into tall skinny girls! I've seen the girls he looks at." The guy spoke smugly which made the skinny girl laugh and slightly twirl her hair.

"Do you like blondes too?" She asked slightly tilting her head to appear innocent, Childe just continued eating his lunch. Completely ignoring her after he realized that she was flirting with him.

"Or do you like brunettes? I've been thinking of dying my hair brown lately." The girl continued speaking, completely oblivious to his cold shoulder.

"Or should I go ginger?" The girl twirled her hair before another girl spoke up.

"you should go to another table." The girl said before the two girls started cat fighting. You walked into the cafeteria and walked up to the seat across from him with your food soon after.

"Can I sit here?" You asked and he nodded, you swore you could see a faint blush on his cheeks. You sat down and started eating completely oblivious to the multiple glances Childe took of you. He thought you were cute.

The guy next to him seemed to notice but stayed quiet and continued eating. After a while you were struggling to open a plastic water bottle and you tapped on his arm to get his attention.

"hey Childe, you're strong. Can you open this for me please?" You asked quietly he nodded and opened it for you before handing it to you again.

"here you go!" He smiled. You nodded a thank you.

"Childe, you like blondes more right?" The girl from earlier was back. She spoke in a slightly whiny tone.

"uhh...i don't care about that, I also don't really care for skinny girls." He finally answered. You overheard and blushed a bit.

"Oh like her!" The girl pointed to you which made Childe's face feel like it was bursting with flames.

"don't go around doing that, you'll start rumors..." He mumbled covering his face with the back of his hand.

This is so bad I'm sorry, I'll probably redo this later I just really need to post and uufzhhkfyrastfygivhhihkjknlyfsrarfz

Let me know if you want to be tagged!

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faithsxoxo · 5 months

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hi ! i hope you’re having a good day :) could you write a reagan ridley x fem/gn reader one shot, totally up to you ! i don’t really have anything in mind so feel free to play around with it however you like, would love if it had a bunch of fluff though ! thank you sm, stay hydrated and take care of yourself <33

pairings :: reagan ridley x fem!reader (established relationship) warnings :: none note :: my girl needs WAY more wlw appreciation (i love her)

The mechanical door to Reagan's office slams open, making you flinch. The brunette storms in, clutching a pile of crumpled papers.

"Hey, Reag, you alright?" You stand from your designated spot near her desk.

"I'm fine. No big deal, just my dad screwing me over as always," She grumbles. "He's decided that my work from the past month isn't up to 'Ridley standard' so I have to redo it all."

You can see Reagan visibly crumple as she flips through the pages she spent so long on. You didn't have a clue what any of it was about, but you knew it was complicated.

"I'm sorry," You whisper as you wrap your arms around her torso.

"It's not your fault," She mumbles, leaning into your touch.

"I know. Maybe I could help?" You rest your head in the crook of her neck. "We can go home.. have a spa day.. watch a movie.. stop worrying about this bullshit."

Reagan grins softly and shakes her head. "Tempting, but I have a deadline."

With that you can see the shift in her demeanor. She frowns and pulls away from your hold, reaching for the papers once again.

"No," You grab her arm and gently pull her away. "Not happening. We're going home if you like it or not."

"But-"

"No. I suddenly came on with an illness because I spent too long in the genetics department, and you came to take care of me. No buts," You link her arm with yours and lead her to the door.

"Twenty four hours, no work. Got it?" You give Reagan a stern look.

She shakes her head with a chuckle.

"Yeah, yeah. Got it."

Barely twenty minutes later, Reagan is sitting cross legged in front of you.

"Ugh, it's cold," She winces as you apply the face mask.

"Its hydrating. Alright, pick out a movie. I'm gonna go check on the popcorn," You finish with a peck on the lips, before skipping off to the kitchen of your small apartment. She had only moved in with you a few months prior, for your one year anniversary. Reagan had been desperate to escape from living with her dad any longer.

You take a moment to admire her while shes distracted. Reagan in her full beauty, splayed out on your cream couch. Her face is painted green, yet in your eyes she's still the pinacle of perfection. You take note of how relaxed she looks compared to the tense bundle of nerves she had been previously.

"Are you going to get the popcorn or are you going to keep ogling me?" Reagan calls across the room.

"I dont know, ogling seems pretty tempting," You grin back.

She rolls her eyes with a small huff, but you can see the corners of her lips turning up slightly. You swiftly grab the popcorn and return to your place on the couch.

"Hey," She grins softly at you as you curl into her side.

"Hey. What movie did you pick out?"

"Space Jam."

"Ugh, seriously?" You shake your head and giggle.

"What?" Reagan protests. "It's a good movie!"

"Suuuure. You gonna bring out your old prom dress with it?" You tease.

She smacks you on the arm playfully.

"It would be an honor to see me in that dress, I don't think you deserve it."

"Oh, right, after I've spent all this time giving you a spa day this is how you treat me," You cross your arms and begin to pull away.

"Maybe I'll just go eat popcorn by myself."

Reagan pulls you back towards her, wrapping her arms around your midsection.

"Too late, you're stuck with me," She announces, giving you a kiss on the cheek.

You sigh, leaning back into her.

"I guess I can live with that."

Reagan turns on the movie as you snuggle into her. With the dim light of the TV, both of you eventually drift off in eachothers arms, finally in complete peace.

#faithsxoxo #inside job #inside job x reader #reagan ridley x reader #reagan ridley

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yandere-fics · 7 months

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♡ How They React To You Rejecting Their Proposal On Valentine's Day ♡

"I-I don't understand babe, is this because I asked on V-valentine's Day? I-I'm sorry! I can give you a better proposal!" Miriel was sure this would have been the most idyllic day for her to propose to you, lots of yanderes chose this day to propose and yet you seemed genuinely upset about her proposal. It couldn't have been that you were upset about her proposing in general, it must of been the way she proposed that bothered you then because you loved her so you obviously wanted to marry her, you must of just been upset she'd been so basic with her proposal.

"Miri, I don't want to marry you-" You knew better than to continue speaking with how she was hyperventilating and looking around the restaurant frantically trying to figure out every little thing that might have been less than perfect about her proposal. You hated seeing her like this but you had to put you foot down this one time, you didn't want to just be dragged along into a marriage with no prior discussion at all.

"No just tell me what I did wrong so I can fix it babe! I'm more than happy to redo my proposal, you aren't leaving me though! I-I'm sorry this wasn't what you wanted, just please babe, tell me how I can fix it!" Was it the ring? She paid more than any other elvish leader had paid for their wifes rings in the past but maybe it still wasn't enough, oh who was she kidding herself, of course it wasn't enough, she had briefly pondered also getting a necklace and bracelet set to go along with it but bringing those to the restaurant would have been bulky but maybe that was what you wanted. Aww her cute mate said no because they wanted a more traditional elvish proposal, you must be so upset with her, it's okay she would fix this!

"No Miriel, that's not it, I just, I don't want to marry you!" Her heart dropped, were you really not interested in the idea of marriage? She knew you loved her, you definitely loved her so the only other reason you must not want this is for some weird human objection to marriage, perhaps you thought her affection would change in some way after marriage, she'd need to prove to you that would never be the case.

"I feel like I'm suffocating when I'm not with you. Rest assured babe, I know I want to be bound to you forever and I know you want to be bound to me forever. I just want you to love me, forever." She reached over the table, slipping the ring on your finger gleeful that there wasn't anything wrong with her proposal after all while you wished you had protested just a bit harder.

"You're so cute, puppy, gosh I just want to keep you forever!" She picked you up and spun you around in a circle while you frantically tapped her shoulder for her to set you down because you were becoming dizzy.

"Oh right, I forgot, it's so cute that your human body is so fragile! Anyways we're almost where I wanted to take you! Can you guess what we're doing today?" Her tail wagged behind her and you prayed she hadn't dragged you out to a deserted part of the park just to show you how good she was at hunting. She'd mentioned wanting to do that with you several times before but you didn't think she would do such a thing on Valentine's Day, then again it did seem exactly up her alley so you would not be shocked in the slightest.

"For a date hopefully?" You chuckled, trying not to give away your anxiety as her ears perked up in alarm, smelling something in the area, oh god she's going to hunt something you were completely right and then you'd have to sit there petting her as she laid her head on your lap tired from the hunt and just wanting praise. Yet as she ran off you didn't hear an animal scream, instead it was very clearly a person begging for their life and you could hear her chowing down on them. She trotted back very quickly with a frown on her face and covered in blood.

"Well now that they're gone we can get back to what I wanted to do- Wait, why are you crying, puppy? W-who made you cry? I'll go rip their fucking throats out right now for making my puppy cry! Just you fucking watch." You hadn't even realized you had begun to cry, more focused on how she was darting her head around looking for who had made you feel sad in the brief moment she was gone, and paying attention to the ring box covered in blood she was fidgeting with in her hands.

"That fucking bastard ruined my proposal but there's no time like the present is there? Puppy, will you marry me?" Her tail wagged but as you shook your head and began to look at her in horror, her ears slowly began to droop, wondering where she had gone wrong, she had taken you to her favorite place, wasn't that what she was supposed to do? And then you bolted and her entire day was ruined, that stupid bastard coming into her proposal spot had caused her puppy to reject her proposal and run from her, she wished she could kill him again.

"Puppy! Don't run! Please, I'm all you need and you're all I need, it's perfect, just please come back!" No way in hell were you doing that when she was covered in some random dude's throat blood though it didn't seem like you had much of a choice with how fast she was closing in on you.

It was two days ago when you'd said no to her proposal, you had assumed Kassien would be fine waiting for you to be ready for marriage, she'd always been a very patient, at least for a demon, mate but well now here you were locked in her apartment and trying to starve yourself to death as she came by with food almost hourly demanding that you eat.

"Sweetness, I'm going to give you two choices, okay?" Her voice seemed calm through the door but you knew better at this point, there was rage constantly festering at the surface and she could blow up at you any second. "Either you start eating, willingly, or I ram in down your throat. There's no world in which I am allowing you to starve yourself sweetness so get that through your thick head."

"I hate you." You heard a light growl through the door before she let out a loud sigh trying and obviously failing to calm herself down. She had to be patient if she wanted you to and yet clearly you were not going to even at the threat of your own life.

"Why do you keep resisting me?! This isn't fair, don't we deserve to be happy?! If you would stop resisting then we could be so happy together. Until you eat I will not be eating a single thing, maybe if we starve together then you'll finally be a good little mate for me." You had said you hated Kassien but that really didn't mean you wanted her to starve which she knew very obviously when she made the threat.

"Please don't-" "Why do you care if I hurt myself all of a sudden, sweetness, you trampled all over my heart and you were going to fucking leave me. I'm going to make you care though sweetness, you'll see and then you'll regret not instantly agreeing to be my sweet little mate once I show you how good it could have been, you just have to eat first and we can be happy again."

You didn't really understand why Nikki even had bothered to take you out on a date today, she had just spent the entire night holding herself back from snapping people away and the other half gripping your hand because it annoyed her to no end having to sit across from you at the table even if it was human date etiquette. Plus there were two things she kept looking at in her bag, trying to decide when the right time to show them to you was. Probably never because you were sure she likely had something awful to show you.

"Mate, I brought you a gift for this day. Do you know what it is? It's alright, I wouldn't expect you to remember, it's the eyes of that person who kept staring at you yesterday." How... romantic? Well as romantic as this sadist could possibly get at the very least.

"Nikki, can you please not be so jealous today? Please it's Valentine's day, can't we have a nice night?" It wasn't going to happen when you were mated to a high ranking demon who could never take responsibility for her own poor behavior but at the very least you could dream, couldn't you?

"Do you actually believe I'm jealous mate? You haven't seen me jealous yet, I could show you what real jealousy would look like, if you wish." Yeah you were going to have to pass on that 'wonderful' offer. "It surprises me that you have no clue how far I am willing to go for you mate."

"What's in the other thing?" She had a small box in her hand, you weren't a moron, you understood what this meant, you just really hoped you were wrong and she had just bought you a nice piece of jewelry for Valentine's Day even though that didn't sound like her at all.

"Ah this, it's a human custom, a marriage proposal, us angels don't do it but I assumed you would appreciate it. Would you like to marry me?" You shook your head very aggressively and she hummed in thought furrowing her eyebrows. "It seems my coworker led me in the wrong direction, whatever the case it doesn't matter since even without this you are still mine."

Nora had a surprising ability to act like everything was normal even as she had you tied up she still fidgeting with the strings on your hoodie like you had just lent it to your cute fiance despite you rejecting her proposal, causing her to tie you up like a maniac.

"I know the restraints hurt, I'm sorry, I'll untie you as soon as I know you aren't going to run. You l-look so beautiful tied up like this though, it takes my breath away every time." Yeah you knew that because the freak tied you up every chance she got, including right now. It'd be weird if she didn't enjoy the way you looked tied up and was just tying you up for no reason at all.

She withered as you glared at her, trying not to make eye contact, things had gotten out of hand for her too quickly, she didn't mean to take you but well she was sure you would have said yes and when you didn't she got so worried that you were actually breaking up with her even though you weren't and well now you were here in her bed glaring at her as she tried not to cry while also feeling a sick satisfaction that you were trapped here.

"I-I'm sorry I took your hoodie by the way, I just saw it on the ground when I went to get your things and well it smells like you and I just couldn't help it." That seemed like the least of your problems when she literally moved your stuff into her apartment as you were tied up on her bed.

"Let me go."

"I can't, you know you're my reason for living, I can't." Yeah you knew that, she said you were her reason for living fifteen times a day, you just didn't know she was actually batshit before. "You can use me in any other way you want, you just have to stay with me."

You had to admit you were a little worried about your serial killer kidnapper, mainly because if anything happened to her you would be stuck in her apartment and likely rot away to nothing but it was still worry nonetheless. It was about midnight when she stumbled in to the apartment, much sooner than she had been returning recently which did not make you feel any better in the slightest cause this just meant she'd thought of some harebrained scheme to get you to finally agree to her proposal.

"Love, I had an i-idea while I was gone, I h-hope you l-like it!" She lifted her sweater revealing she had carved your name on the side of her stomach which was barely visible because of how intense the scabbing was at the moment. "L-look, I carved your n-name into my skin so everyone will know I'm y-yours!"

"Rudie, what the fuck?! Why would you do this to yourself?!" You rushed over to her trying to see if you could gauge how much blood she had lost, you would probably starve to death if she bled out from this, it did seem majorly scabbed up but it could reopen at practically any time which was very worrying to you.

"Maybe I should hurt myself l-like this more frequently, t-then you'll finally admit how much you l-love me!" She grinned as you examined her wound, god it was going to heal so poorly, you'd have to force her to go on bedrest just so she didn't rip it open again just walking around casually. You hated how she was acting like you were madly in love with her just because you didn't want her dead but if that's what it took to get her not to do anything worse then you'd play along so you simply hummed and nodded.

"You d-don't understand, if you just a-accept me now, I-I'll be your servant forever." She sniffled into your shoulder as you guided her into the kitchen, sitting her down so you can wrap her wounds.

"I know honey, first we have to wrap your wound though, m'kay?" She nodded, sweat and tears matting her hair against her forehead.

You knew what Sawyer was going to do tonight and you knew you were going to say no, sure she was going to make you marry her anyways but you wanted to know you had put up somewhat of a fight against her even if it was a weak fight that didn't last very long. You just hoped it would get your point across that you really did not want a part in this and you would never want one.

"You've been a very good girl these past few months, perhaps I should reward you. Would you enjoy that?" You sneered at her, sure you no longer kicked and screamed at her but that didn't mean you enjoyed your little arrangement any more than you had before. "Don't give me that look dearest, we're at a very nice restaurant, let's try to have a good night."

"So what's the reward?" You knew what it was but you wanted to drag it out for as long as you could, just to make her life as difficult as you possibly could at the very least. "Better be a good reward and not something stupid that's only a gift for yourself."

"You know, when other people look at you, it makes me feel like throwing up. Luckily I plan to put an end to that tonight, it's not as if you could have been with anyone else anyways but now I won't have to even think of you ever being with anyone else." She sighed as she saw you curl your lip at her engagement ring placing your hands off the table so she couldn't grab them.

"All you ever do is think about escaping, I see you daydreaming about it constantly, can you not simply enjoy the night with me dearest? Or do I have to put you in the isolation room when we return home and trust me, when you walk out you will be wearing this ring, dearest." You shook your head and she huffed. "I suppose you intend on being a brat tonight dearest, I was so hoping you wouldn't do this but I suppose here we are."

#yandere oc #yandere lesbian #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere asks #yandere scenarios #my oc sawyer #my oc kassien #my oc mirial #my oc eliza #my oc nikolai #my oc nora #my oc runa

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blingblong55 · 1 year

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Hey Lover- Johnny "Soap" MacTavish

Based on a request:

Hihoooo!! Me again :3 not here for smut this time. It's my sad girl hours... Again. Soap picking up the broken pieces of Graves' ex who is completely broken from Graves cheating and dumping her cuz "The girl I'm with is better for me." I just want someone to fix me asap like seriously

F!reader, fluff, civilian!reader

Philip Graves, the man who ruined your very soul. You loved him, saw him as the most perfect man in this world. In one moment it all changed, he cheated, and told you a lie that you of course believed. In November, after you and him ended things he was on a mission. Met a man nicknamed Soap, and they talked about their lives, becoming close friends. At some point, he talks about you, and talks about you, Soap didn't know names or faces.

In March, you met him, you were at a dinner with friends when you just couldn't take the loud crowds anymore. You walk outside and bump into him. "Shit, sorry," you say, already feeling overwhelmed. "No, I should apologise, I didn't see where I was going." His Scottish accent was rough.

"I didn't either." You look at him. You both chuckle and he extends his hand, "John, friends call me Johnny" You shake his hand, "R/N," you smile a little. No man will ever love you. His words ring through.

"Nice to meet you, R/N."

"Nice to meet you too, John.."

"Johnny to you.." he winks and you nod, "Johnny." you softly say.

There was an awkward silence between the two of you. "So, are you...single? It's not like you look like the kind to be...I'm not calling you... Anything rude, you are just so..pretty and I keep on talking... Why don't I just give you my whole life story while I keep rambling." he spoke fast and you chuckled. He was so adorable this way, how nervous he was because of you. The first time he was ever this way with a woman. He took a deep breath and looked at you, "can I get a redo so you think I'm much cooler than I appear right now?" eyes pleading for just a second chance.

"um...yes...I mean I think you already did such a good job but sure"

"Hi, I'm Johnny and I'd like to take you out somewhere someday if you let me that is."

Graves was like this in the beginning, so sweet and such a gentleman and of course things changed. It was so hard to trust men like him and now here you were, thinking that maybe history repeats itself and this man in front of you would do what Graves did.

After that night, Soap started to prove he meant what he said on the first date. You opened up about an ex when noticed how hesitant you were with him. "Sounds fuckin' stupid but believe me, I will prove you wrong, I am better. Can you give me a chance?"

Since then he and you have created some rules and boundaries. (bold are rules made by him)

If he knows you are uncomfortable, he will apologise or not mention it and move on

You must accept all the flowers he gives you

You can say no to everything and he will not pry or do anything forcefully (unless you haven't eaten which will result in him trying to feed you)

If you think he is talking to some other girls (romantically), you can and will stop all communication with him

You can take all his hoodies and even shirts as long as he can get a kiss on the cheek as payment

No more talking about exes or situation-ships

If you are insecure about anything, body, actions or emotions, he wants you to be open about them, and never leave anything unsaid

Never argue and go to sleep, talk it out.

Goodbye kisses before missions are a must

For months on end, he has followed all the rules and boundaries you have set for yourself. Even if he needs a hug you aren't currently comfortable with, he will wait and never complain. One night, you saw graves with some new girl by his side. He was kissing her, and he saw you and Soap. But before you could even think clearly, Soap wrapped his arms around you. Kissing your cheek and whispering sweet nothings.

One night, your insecurities got the best of you, you had been trying to wear some dress for an event. Back then, Graves would've made some comment that would make you stay indoors for quite some time. "You look ridiculous, too much for what? take it off, you look hideous anyways."

"You look so beautiful," his voice soft, eyes glued to your dress then your face. "Seriously, the most gorgeous girl in this world and I get to be in your presence? What a lucky fucker I am." Arms wrapped around your waist, he and you looking at the mirror. "You really take my breath away, R/N." He kissed your cheek. Mesmerised is what you had this man at. He truly worships the ground you walk on. His personal goddess, if he could, he'd built you, your own Taj Mahal. You can see the love in his eyes, one look at you and you melt him away.

Two days into the relationship, he got on his knees in front of you. You sat on the sofa, looking down at him, confused. "What are you doing?"

"One, I'm taking your shoes off, two, I think you look ravishing in this light I just needed more angles to look from." You smile and look away. The first time he had complimented you this way.

Slowly, he sat patiently and watched as you healed. He saw how you found a new meaning in life. Life brought back to your beautiful eyes, a smile that was no longer hidden. Graves past comments about your body, laugh, ideas, smile, and dreams were all erased one by one, all possible because he gave you space and time to heal. The days where you cried over how easily he loved you and accepted all of you were the days he was the most proud, not because of your tears but because you were learning you are indeed loveable and worthy of much more. Nights and days where he sat on your bed as you bawled your eyes out, the many mornings he woke up to your smile, evenings where you'd get random bursts of energy, those are the times he loves you the most.

Soap has been in love the minute he saw you, and took time to realise he was not just any passing star but rather the man you are walking the aisle to. He scrubbed you clean and clothed you with silk clothes. Kiss your scars, and bad memories and create better ones. New love and old ones all came together to create the perfect time you and him would fall in love.

Tags: @anonymuslydumb

A/N: Really hope you like it :)

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dreamerwitches · 2 months

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Iiiittt's Magia Record witch doppels!

I was in a 'I don't want to do digital art mood' so they're on good ol' paper. I find I draw best on paper honestly. Anyway let's go!

It was kinda obvious to me that Zenobia would be a bit open skirt one (I've used this before on like, Walpurgis and Gertrud). She's simplified down to fit but I think it looks good still! I was unsure whether to add her saturn-ring-hoop thing lest it get too clustered

Candy was a little hard cause I didn't know where to put the magi. She ended up kinda inside and you can see her head in the split in Candy's head. The items around her are her buttons(?) from her dress

Stacey was the opposite of Candy where I knew exactly what I wanted, sitting in the cameo is cuuute! Though then I wasn't sure what to do with the rest... I think the birds enlarging their wings is fun and cute!

I really wanted a bed for Rebecca, I hope it's not too far from her witch design... but I think it looks good! Her magi is having a nice sleep and Rebecca is WIDE AWAKE to make sure no one disturbs her

Teresa is inspired by the hanged man tarot card of course to link in with how her face (?) is hanging upside down. It was a bit hard to figure out what to do with the rest of her but eh I think it works

I'm not sure if Lucy is successful. I think the idea of the magi inside the backpack part is cute but I'm not sure if the rest of her is utilised well enough. Might need a redo

With Matasaburo, I wanted Kuro to be completely covered. I think it works well with her forgettable nature.

The magi is inside Shin's mouth. Like Lucy, I was worried not enough of Shin is used...

Durbar was kinda easy, just put magi on chair but yadda yadda, not enough used... her familiars are added with their sea creature theme to Durbar but I dunno if I'm happy with it

Onto the anime witches! Boxwood's eye is the magi head and its just the rest of her body kinda merged with her. Added her familiars around her to make her more interesting. Since Boxwood is pretty simple to begin with, this was a little tricky

Oshiti is another simple one so I used her familiar and some artistic liberties. With her super dark theme, we just had to have some violence lol

I don't know if I'm happy with Raspberry. What can you do with a hand?? I think it's fine for now...

I had a fun idea of Made in 168 being an alternate doppel for Iroha. How would it work? Beats me...

The last two were pretty easy but you can probably tell I was running out of steam aha...

#madoka magica #puella magi madoka magica #pmmm #witch #madoka magica witch #my art #magia record #doppel

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crybabyddl · 3 months

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Tell Him

Mean!Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader x Eddie Munson

Warning: smut, threesome, references to cheating, mentions of manipulation, unhealthy relationship dynamics, voyeurism, cuckolding, sir kink, male masturbation, cum swallowing, degradation, praise, hair pulling, oral sex (m & f receiving), fingering (f receiving), p in v sex, swearing, humiliation, face slapping, spit kink, dacryphilia, pet names, name calling, single use of the word daddy (sorry!), modern setting, 18+ content. MDNI.

Author's Note: Can you tell I'm desperate for some debauchery? I need help. I hope you enjoy my first ever steddie x reader! For some reason, tumblr doesn't want me to indent my paragraphs or dialogue, so I apologize for that. I tried to redo it like, 3 times already, so I'm just gonna leave it. :(

"What the hell happened?" Steve runs a hand through his hair. "I was gone for like, five seconds!"

"Relax, man. It was an accident. I was chasing Y/N around the house and she slid and bumped into the end table." Eddie quickly comes to your defense, which you were grateful for. You didn't know if you could handle the embarrassment of admitting your mistake.

Steve eyes you questioningly, silently asking you if that was the case. You nodded, but averted your gaze downward, the wooden floorboards suddenly becoming extremely intriguing.

"God damn it. That was my late grandmother's. One of the only things I have to remember her by." The chestnut-haired man sighs dramatically, pacing in a circle before inhaling through his nose and putting his hands on his hips in annoyance.

"I'm so sorry Steve, I-"

"Shut the fuck up."

"Woah, Harrington," Eddie says, dumbfounded. "It was an accident. You don't need to make her feel any worse about it."

The metalhead knew better than to lay a hand on his friend's shoulder, despite the idea running through his head. Steve had been garnering quite the temper as of late, but Eddie hadn't yet figured out why.

"Don't tell me what to fucking do, Munson. I don't need advice from a low-life loser like you."

This was getting way too intense.

"Listen, man. Why don't you go outside and take a minute to cool off?" Eddie took an urging step forward, hoping it would convince Steve to do the rational thing.

"Why don't you and her go fuck yourselves," Steve took a bigger step, now chest to chest with the guy who was his best friend all of three minutes ago. "Or just go fuck each other. Isn't that what you two do now?"

"Sorry, what?" you piped up.

"Don't play dumb, Y/N, it doesn't suit you. You think I don't notice the way you look at each other?"

"Excuse me? Steve, I know I fucked up, but you're crossing a very weird, and frankly disrespectful line and I would appreciate it if you apologized."

"Yeah. Breaking a vase doesn't mean you get to berate us and accuse us of... having sex?"

The room was quiet for a brief, but anxiety-inducing moment.

"Wait, you guys aren't having sex?"

"No! What would even give you that idea? She's your girlfriend!"

"You two have been hanging out a lot more lately, and I just thought that-"

"Well you thought wrong, asswipe. I may not be having sex with Eddie, but I won't be having sex with you, either."

You stormed upstairs, completely done with the situation at hand.

"Y/N, wait. Look, I'm sorry, okay?" Steve attempted to go after you in an attempt to talk it through, but Eddie pulled him back by his forearm.

"Give her some space. You just flipped on her for breaking a piece of glass and accused her of cheating on you."

"But I-"

"Hate me all you want, but you know I'm right."

Steve went into the kitchen to get a glass of water, while Eddie went to find the broom and dustpan.

After cleaning up the broken glass, Eddie made his way upstairs. He found you on you and Steve's bed, face down on the comforter, sobbing.

"Hey, it's me. You gonna be okay?" you felt the bed dip as Eddie sat beside you, running a soothing hand up and down your back.

You flipped over and sat up, using the heel of your hand to wipe the tears from under your eyes.

"Yeah," you sniffled. "I guess so. I just don't know what's gotten into him lately. He's been so short with me, and nothing I say or do makes it better."

"He has been a real jerk, hasn't he?" The question was rhetorical, but you nodded. "Why don't we go get some ice cream? Give him some space to think. Give us some time away from that meanie. How 'bout it?"

Eddie clapped his palm down on your thigh.

It was done with the innocent intention of encouraging you to forget about your problems and have some fun with your friend, but it ignited a buzzing that went straight to your chest. It was hard to ignore, but you did your best to push it to the side.

"Uh, yeah. That sounds great. Let me just put on some actual clothes and I'll meet you downstairs."

"Sounds good," Eddie went to leave the room, about to shut the door behind him, but he stopped, turning to face you and resting his hand on the doorframe. "And don't even think of bringing your wallet. My treat, you hear me?"

His smile was making your heart race.

You always knew Eddie was an attractive guy, but why was he suddenly so alluring to you?

You shook your head in an attempt to rid the thought, but played it off as an act of amusement at his kind offer, laughing as you looked down at your lap.

"Thanks, Ed."

"Of course."

With that, he left you to get changed. As you pulled off your pajama shorts, you wondered if Steve's accusation was to blame for the lens you were currently seeing Eddie in. Whatever it was, you hoped it would pass. In the meantime however, you would use it to your advantage. If Steve was so sure that you were making eyes at Eddie right under his nose, why not let him be right?

"Where are you going?"

"Out."

"Where?"

"Ice cream. Don't wait up."

That's all you said to Steve before heading out the door, rounding Eddie's van to get to the passenger's side.

The drive to the ice cream parlor was short and quiet, save for the Metallica CD that softly played in the background as Eddie drove.

Once you arrived, Eddie told you to get anything you'd like. You told him you wanted a vanilla milkshake and he ordered it for you, along with a mint chocolate one for himself.

"Feeling a little better?" He asked, handing you a napkin and pointing to the left corner of his mouth. You wiped the same spot on yourself, nodding in appreciation.

"Yeah, definitely. Thanks again, Eddie."

"Sure thing, sweetness."

The nickname was nothing new, but it felt different than the other times you'd hear it coming from his mouth. His dark brown eyes quickly flickered down to his cup. He took a somewhat large sip.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Anything."

Eddie's gaze returned to you, his eyebrows holding slight concern.

"Why do you call me 'sweetness'?"

"Oh, well, because you're always so kind," he scratched the back of his neck. "So, uh, sweet." he gave a small, yet awkward smile.

"Fair enough. Can I ask you one other thing?"

"Sure. What is it?"

"Would you want to help me get back at Steve for his little tantrum earlier?"

This practically made Eddie's ears perk up. He was a sucker for practical jokes, especially ones against Steve.

"What did you have in mind?"

"I was thinking about what he said, about how he sees the way we 'look at each other'. So why not prove him right? Why don't we make him think we've got the hots for each other?"

"What, like make him jealous?"

"Yeah, something like that. Really play it up. Act like you've been my boyfriend this whole time instead of him."

The look on Eddie's face is one of confusion and slight concern.

"I don't know if that's the best idea, Y/N. You saw how mad he was earlier, and that was without any evidence. Just imagine how pissed he'd be if you started acting extra sweet on me in front of him."

"Yeah, that's kinda the point."

Eddie sets down his milkshake on the picnic table you're sitting at and puts a leveling hand on your shoulder.

"I know you're mad at him, but you're not thinking rationally. All this would do is cause more hurt than there already is. Look, I get it. I really do. You want to make him feel what you felt so that you can call it even, but it doesn't work like that."

"He disrespected you too, Eddie. You're really going to let someone who's supposed to be your best friend get away with slinging harmful accusations at you and calling you names?"

"He didn't mean any of it, he was just angry at the time and-"

"Damn it, Eddie! He called you a low-life loser. That sounds like more than the usual 'dickhead' that gets thrown your way when the two of you bicker. You can't have him thinking it's okay to hurl insults at you just because he's mad about something."

"He doesn't mean it though. He wouldn't still have me around if he really felt that way."

"Well, if I know Steve, I'm assuming things only get resolved once you've apologized."

"Well, yeah. How else are thing gonna get be-"

"Has he ever once apologized to you?"

"Sure he has."

"Oh yeah? When?"

You can see Eddie searching his brain, flipping through each sour memory of him and his supposed 'best friend' arguing over trivial, and not-so-trivial things. He sighs defeatedly, proving your point.

"Okay, maybe he's not one to own up to his mistakes. But it's different with guys. We don't get vulnerable like that unless it's absolutely necessary. He apologized to you earlier."

You took a sip of your milkshake.

"Yeah, but that was only after he realized I wasn't gonna have sex with him."

"That can't be the reason why he apologized. Steve wouldn't do that."

"Steve wouldn't do that? The same Steve that used to leave girls on the curb if they didn't put out on the first date? That Steve?"

"He's not that guy anymore, and deep down, you know that."

"You sure? Because just last week he threatened to leave me at the mall because I didn't want to have sex in the changing room at Urban Outfitters."

"Jesus, Y/N. I didn't know he did that."

"Yeah. Not to mention the time I had to take a bus home after going to the movies because I told him he couldn't finger me during the Barbie movie."

"Oh my God. I'm so sorry, I had no idea. What a fucking dick."

"I had a talk with him on Thursday about his temper, and he said he'd work on it. But after the stunt he pulled today, he deserves what's coming to him."

"Are you going to break up with him?"

"I thought about it, but I realized that he's only acting this way because he feels emasculated. I think that the whole 'King Steve' thing really messed with his ego, and now that that's gone, he feels inferior. So me denying him what he wants makes him feel even worse," you both got up and threw out your empty milkshake cups before walking over to the van. "But if I just leave him to handle that himself, he won't. He'll think it's okay and that I'll forgive him if it happens again. I've already made that mistake, so it's time I tried something else."

Eddie opens the door for you, and closes it before getting in on the driver's side. He buckles and turns the key, engine roaring to life.

"I totally support you teaching him a lesson, but I don't want to hurt him."

"Trust me when I say he'll be just fine. Sure, he'll be pissed, but he knows he deserves it and it'll put him in his place if he sees me giving you the attention he could be getting if he acted right."

"I don't know, Y/N."

"You'd be doing me a huge favor. Besides, is he really that far off the mark? You're an attractive guy. I've known that you've had a thing for me for a while now. I was too distracted by all this bullshit with Steve, but now I realize I have a thing for you too."

Eddie's eyes nearly pop out of his head.

"You do?" his cheeks are red, and when you reach out to caress his face, the skin is warm to the touch.

"I do. Now, here's what's gonna happen..."

As soon as you and Eddie get through the doorway, Steve's springing up from the couch and clambering around the furniture that stands in his way of you.

"Hey, listen, I just wanted to apologi-"

"Save it."

"Just hear me out, please. The only reason I freaked out so much was because I thought you and Munson were foolin' around."

With a newer, clearer lens on the situation, Eddie can't stand to listen to the excuses Steve pulls out of his ass.

"Jesus Christ, Harrington."

"What?" he crosses his arms.

"Nothing. I just thought you'd know better than to keep spewing this bullshit."

"And what bullshit am I spewing, exactly? What did you tell him, Y/N?" Steve looks over to you with a scowl, and you can't be bothered to hide the tiny smirk that plays on your lips.

Luckily, Steve had already redirected his pointed gaze back toward Eddie.

"She told me enough."

"Eddie, it's okay," you put a hand on his chest, calming his pretend anger. "I can handle it."

The action didn't go unnoticed by Steve, but he chooses to save his questions for another time, because you're taking a hold of his hands and telling him you forgive him. You share an eskimo kiss to really seal the deal.

"Thank you, darling. I knew you'd understand. Why don't we go upstairs and have some alone time, hm?"

He was falling perfectly into you and Eddie's well-laid trap.

"Oh, I'd love to Stevie, but I promised Eddie we'd watch an episode of Fallout." you give him a sympathetic look, one that you know will make him lose his mind trying to keep his composure as you break his expectations.

"Oh, well, okay. Whatever makes you happy, princess." You see him curling and uncurling his fists.

Eddie notices too, and shoots you an amused look.

"You're free to join us if you'd like," he says with an air of self-satisfaction. "We're cool, right?"

"Sure. We're cool." Steve's response is through gritted teeth, but you had to admit he was doing a great job keeping his cool compared to how volatile he was earlier.

You and Steve make your way to the couch, holding hands. But just as you sit down, Eddie announces he's going to the kitchen to make some popcorn.

Steve turns to you in hopes of stealing a quick kiss, but before he can, you've sprung up from your spot on the sofa.

"I can help!"

Just as you're about to prance over to where Eddie stood behind the counter, Steve's grip on your hand tightens, preventing you from walking any further from him.

"It's just popcorn, babe. Not a two man job." he tugs you back down on the couch, pressing a kiss to your temple.

A few moments later, Eddie's making his way back into the living room with three bowls of popcorn, setting each one down on the coffee table. He goes to sit in the recliner, making a show of plopping down in the chair and letting out a relaxed sigh.

"Eddie, honey, there's plenty of room over here! Why don't you come sit with us?"

He opens his mouth to respond, but before he can get a word out, Steve's taking the floor.

"He just sat down, don't make him get up- don't get up on her account, Munson."

"It's cool, man. The couch is way comfier. Besides, I wouldn't want to waste an opportunity to spend some time with my favorite girl."

Eddie's wearing a shit-eating grin as he sidles up to the couch, taking a seat right next to you. He leans all the way back, forcing Steve to remove his arm from around your shoulders.

"Your what-now?"

You looked over at Eddie, who--by the smile on his face--definitely caught the words grumbled under Steve's breath.

Throughout the nearly hour-long episode, you and Eddie would toss popcorn into each other's mouths, grab a hold of each other's arms when you laughed at a funny moment, and even leaned against each other when you were "feeling tired". Little actions that were amped up to look as flirtatious as possible to rile Steve up.

The whole time, Steve had a hold of your thigh, squeezing it and nudging you with his elbow while pointing to the screen to try and draw your attention back to the show. You'd shown him bits of affection in order to keep him baited on the hook, but you were much more generous with Eddie.

Once the episode ended, you grabbed the empty popcorn bowls and brought them to the kitchen and placed them in the dishwasher.

Steve took your bent-over state to his advantage, pressing himself up behind you.

"Hey."

"Hey yourself. Can I help you?"

"What, I can't express to my girlfriend how hot and sexy I find her?"

"You can, but Eddie's still here. It's not appropriate to do that while we have a guest."

"A guest? Since when is Munson considered a guest? Besides, he's in the bathroom; he takes ten days to finish up in there. How 'bout you and I do a load of laundry?"

He lifts you up onto the island, bunching your skirt in his fists and pushing the fabric up to your hips before gripping them tightly.

"Steve, not while Eddie's here."

"Are you still mad at me? Is that what this is?"

"No, I just don't feel like doing anything while he's here."

"You sure? Because you didn't seem to mind having him around when we were watching TV."

"We were watching a show, Steve. There's a difference between watching a show and fucking me on top of the dryer."

"I'll give you a show."

"Shit. Am I interrupting something?" Eddie's timing was nothing short of miraculous, having caught you two in quite the compromising position.

You tried to slide off the kitchen island, but Steve blocked you from doing so.

"Not at all, Eddie! We-"

"Yeah, actually. You are."

"Sh-should I go?"

"No, Eddie, please don't go!" you made sure to sound desperate, as if there was something Eddie had that you needed--and you supposed there was.

This was seemingly the last straw for Steve. Hook, line.

"Why do you want him here so bad? Isn't it enough you went out for ice cream with him?"

"Steve, it's not like that. I-"

"Oh, it isn't? Then what is it, huh?"

"I'm gonna see myself out." Eddie moves to grab his jacket off the back of the recliner.

"No." Steve yells sternly. "You're gonna stay right here and watch me as I show you what's mine."

"Steve!" you hissed in protest.

He ignored you while he removed your shirt. It wasn't until he pulled your panties down and sucked a couple hickeys into your collarbones that he responded.

"You want him so bad? Well here you go. He gets to watch me fuck your brains out. How's that for a show?"

"I don't know if I-"

"You're gonna stay right there if you know what's good for you, Munson." Steve gave a look that made chills form on the back of Eddie's neck.

"Okay," he rocked on his heels awkwardly, giving a tight-lipped expression. "Guess I'll stay here."

"You know what? No. Get your ass over here."

Eddie obeyed the man's order, timidly approaching the kitchen island. He didn't bother averting his eyes from your chest, your push-up bra leaving him wishing he could kiss the tops of your breasts. Thinking about sucking your nipples between his teeth made him strain against his pants.

"Eddie, don't listen to him, if you want to leave, feel free."

"Darling, I love you, but shut the fuck up before I spank your ass into next week."

Your parted lips closed at the vague threat, hoping it would satisfy the anger-driven madman that stood before you.

"You shouldn't talk to her like that. She's a lady, she deserves respect. Ain't that right, sweet girl?" Eddie comes to your defense, causing your heart--and pussy--to flutter as Steve shoves two fingers past your lips, telling you to suck them.

"Ha! What would you know about respecting women? You can't even get a chick to blow you after one of your lame-ass gigs."

"I know enough to get your girlfriend wet."

Steve pulls his fingers out of your mouth and uses his other hand to swipe your slit. When his fingers come back to his line of sight with your slick, he storms over to Eddie, grabs him by his arm and hauls him over to where the two of you were situated. Steve begins to play with your breasts, tugging and twisting at your nipples in a way that has you feeling desperate for more.

"If you're so good at making my girl wet, why don't you finish the job? You wanna make her cum? Be my fucking guest."

Something about the commanding tone of Steve's voice has Eddie hanging onto his every word, excitedly anticipating what he'll demand next.

"Fuck." Eddie can't suppress the groan that tumbles from his lips at the thought of getting you off with his own fingers.

But before he can do just that, Steve grabs you from the counter, carrying you up the stairs, Eddie following close behind, and practically tosses you onto the bed. Your boyfriend manhandles you with a gentle, yet strong force as he positions you on your hands and knees.

He takes off his shirt and unzips his pants, pulling them down along with his briefs.

"You gonna be a good little slut for me?" Steve grabs your face with one hand, causing your lips to pucker for him.

You nod.

"Yes, yes sir."

"Sir?" Eddie says incredulously.

He wasn't expecting that.

"Is there a problem?" Steve shoots a glare in Eddie's direction.

"No, no, not at all," Steve arches an eyebrow, eyeing Eddie in a way that makes his cock twitch. "Sir."

"That's what I thought. Now, get over here and make her cum until she cries."

You'd gotten Steve right where you wanted him. Hook, line, and sinker.

Eddie wastes no time, going to the opposite side of the bed and feeling up your ass. You feel like you're high, floating on the feeling of someone new touching you so intimately, but you're brought back to Earth with a harsh tug on your hair, bringing your face flush with Steve's stomach.

"I don't have all day. Make yourself useful, whore."

You kiss down Steve's happy trail, your body hot with desire. Eddie's still fondling and squeezing your butt. But just as you start licking Steve's swollen cock, his best friend's hand comes down onto your ass, eliciting a moan that makes Eddie's cock swell unbearably against his jeans.

He undoes the button and zipper, bending down to free his ankles from the suddenly all-too-restricting fabric. He takes off his boxers next, and decides to forego his shirt as well, leaving him in just his socks, his rings, and the guitar pick suspended around his neck.

Steve decides you've had enough time to fool around, and forces his hard-on into your mouth. He allows you to acclimate to the size, bobbing your head up and down in short strokes, using your hand to pump what wasn't enveloped by your soft lips. It's then that Eddie presses a ringed finger against your slit, causing you to gasp.

Steve uses this opportunity to shove his dick farther down your throat. You can feel him so far down, as if you were trying to swallow him entirely. You gag, causing saliva to pool in your mouth. But it only makes you that much more eager to please him. You know your limits, and you take him as far as you can without gagging every time.

"See, this is what you're good for. Not making the moves on Munson; sucking my dick until you cream yourself. You like taking my dick like a slut?"

You moan around his length.

"God, you are so fucking good at that. Too bad you're such a fucking bitch to deal with."

"Is he being mean to you, sweetness?" you can only hum in response, Steve creating a relentless rhythm with your head. "I'm gonna make you feel so good, you'll forget all about that asshole."

Eddie pushes a finger into your wetness, the cool metal of his ring heightening the sensation.

In an act of defiance, you pull away from Steve and crawl towards Eddie, pulling him into a heated kiss. You're on your knees in front of him as your tongues swipe along each other's lips, and you can't resist the urge to tangle your fingers in his hair.

"God, Eddie. Want you to fuck me so bad."

He gropes your breasts, barely even registering when Steve fixes your hair.

"That so? Want me to make Harrington watch as I give you what you've been missin'?" Eddie looks to your boyfriend, who just shrugs nonchalantly, giving him the go-ahead.

"Please, Eddie. Need you in me."

"Shh, I'm getting there. Just be patient, angel. Think you can do that for me?"

You nod as Eddie takes one of your nipples into his mouth, your heading fall back in ecstasy. He's supporting your back while his tongue swirls around the sensitive bud, making sure to give each breast equal attention.

"You have the most beautiful tits I've ever seen." his praises only strengthen your desire.

Eddie kisses down your torso, sparking little fires along the trail of his lips. When he reaches your pubic bone, your hips buck involuntarily, causing him to chuckle at your eagerness.

"Sorry Eddie, I-"

"No, no need to be sorry sweetness. Just wanna make you feel good. I'm right here. 'S'it okay if I taste you?"

"F-fuck, yeah."

That's all Eddie needs to hear before lifting the hood of your clit and placing a gentle kiss upon it. His lips are so soft and it feels like he's connected you to a live wire. As much as he wanted to take his time and savor you, he can't help but lick at your pussy like a man starved.

His tongue is still languid despite his fervor, and you feel your orgasm creeping up.

"Eddie, you're gonna make me cum."

"Cool it, Munson. She's not a lollipop." Steve remarks as he jerks himself with his fist.

Eddie reluctantly detaches his mouth from you, his lips shiny with your arousal.

"She tastes just like one," he runs a hand over your hair. "Did so good for me, angel."

"Are you that much of a whore that you'll let Munson taste your pussy?" Steve grabs you by the shoulder, making you face him.

"He's better at it than you are."

"Oh," Steve looks like he's ready to chop Eddie's tongue off. "Well if he's so good with his mouth, why don't I have him do what you couldn't?"

"Stevie, what are you-"

"I'm sorry, who?" his eyes were practically ablaze.

"Baby, I promise I'll do a better job this time."

Steve yanks you by your hair, lowering his face to meet yours.

"Open that dirty mouth," he orders. "Do it. Now, bitch."

You comply, parting your lips. You're expecting him to shove his dick in your mouth, but when he stands up straight, he spits onto your tongue.

"Swallow," you close your lips. "I said swallow." He punctuates his demand with a harsh slap to your face.

You swallow.

"So you can follow orders," Steve turns his attention towards his friend. "On your knees, freak. Don't make me say it twice."

Eddie feels compelled to heed his words, moving to stand by Steve before dropping to his knees.

"I've never done this before. What do I-"

"Oh, shut up. If that cum slut can do it, so can you," Steve tilts Eddie's chin up with his thumb and forefinger. "You'll probably do even better, 'specially with that big mouth of yours."

The man on his knees is left speechless as his best friend reaches down and tugs his bottom lip.

"C'mere and kiss me, baby."

You inch closer to Steve, kissing his lips before leaving tiny pecks along his jaw and all over his face and neck. You let your tongue trace the shell of his ear, tugging gently with your teeth. Meanwhile, Eddie's taking Steve with no problem.

"Fuck, Stevie. That is so hot. Oh my god." you're breathless as you watch Eddie deepthroat your boyfriend like it's the last thing he'll ever do.

He's gagging, but it doesn't stop him from taking Steve's cock like a fleshlight. He reaches up to fondle his balls, earning a whiny groan.

"Yeah, just like that. You got it," Steve encourages, gripping Eddie's hair tightly as he fucks his mouth at a relentless pace. "Just imagine what your little nerd friends would think, if they saw their precious Dungeon Master on his knees sucking off King Steve."

Eddie moans desperately around Steve's cock.

"Sir, don't tease him. He's giving you what you want, isn't he?"

Steve scoffs.

"Certainly better than you ever did, but giving me what I want isn't a favor. That's the bare minimum. Though, I didn't expect you to know that, dumb slut."

Steve is close to the edge, and with a series of intense bobs of Eddie's head, he's cumming on his face.

"Yeah, take my cum like a pathetic little bitch. So fucking obedient for me, aren't you?"

"Yes sir," Steve looks at him with conviction as the last drop of his cum lands on the metalhead's chin. "ThAnk you, sir." Eddie didn't mean for his voice to crack, but it seems to satisfy Steve, a smug smirk resting upon his lips.

Eddie grabs his underwear to wipe his face. While his eyes are blinded by the fabric of his boxers, a firm hand grasps his dick.

"Since you did such a good job being my little bitch, I'll let you fuck her. How's that sound? You wanna show her how a freak like you abuses a tight cunt like hers?"

"God, please."

"You're pathetic. How 'bout you beg some more, dumbass?"

"Fuck," Eddie whines eagerly. "Please sir, let me fuck her, please!"

"Go ahead. You clearly need it more than I do."

Eddie joins you on the bed, immediately kissing your lips with desperation. He reaches down to draw his fingers along your pussy, pressing his rings against the heated skin.

"You have no idea how badly I've wanted this."

"Fuck, Eddie." you mewl as he collects your wetness on his index finger and nudges it against your clit.

"Want me to make you cum, sweet girl?"

"Yes. Please God, fuck yes!" you cry out as he plunges a finger into your wet cunt.

"Is Munson your God now? Gonna make you squirt all over his fingers like an easy, useless whore?"

"Please, Master. I'll be so good, I promise!"

"Oh, you sweet, pretty thing. Of course. I'll give you anything you want as long as you keep being a good girl for me." He continues pumping his finger, and right before your eyes squeeze shut in pleasure, you seem him attach his mouth to your clit.

"Fuck! Eddie!"

"Hold it, Munson." Steve barks.

Eddie halts his movements, causing you to whine at the loss of contact.

"His name isn't Eddie, you know that," Steve lectures you before turning his attention to his friend. "You can't let her get away with that. If she doesn't call you by your name, she doesn't get a damn thing. Got it?" Eddie nods. "Good. Now like I said, make her cum until she cries."

"Yes sir."

"Good boy."

That made Eddie's dick dribble with pre-cum. He used the pearl of his seed to lubricate your cunt, sliding his tip along your slit.

"Gonna be a tight fit, angel. You ready?"

"Doesn't matter if she's ready. Stick it in."

Eddie listens to Steve's command, sheathing his dick inside you. He's stretching you out in a painful, yet blissfully dizzying way.

"God, fuck. So big."

"Christ, you're so warm and tight. Shit, it's so nice and wet, practically suffocating me."

"Pull it out, freak," Steve instructs, his tone a bit kinder, but still stern. "There you go. Now slap it against her clit. She loves that."

Eddie's cock is covered in your juices as he taps the tip of his cock against your pussy, making a deliciously wet slapping sound. You whine at the stimulation, earning praises from your boyfriend's best friend.

"You look so precious like this, sweetheart. Doing so good for me, so good." Eddie positions himself so he can line himself up at with your entrance, allowing your pussy to swallow his dick.

He sets a faster pace than before, taking you by surprise. He's pressing kisses to your forehead as he strokes and rubs circles into your clit with his fingers.

"Please, Master."

"What is it, angel?"

"Don't stop. Please, God, don't stop. F-feels so good." You're moaning after each sentence, your words slurring together.

"You getting cock-drunk from Munson's pencil dick?" Steve berated. Eddie's dick was anything but a pencil. "Like getting fucked by a freak? Loser whore. Just an easy slut, letting a loser pound you like a cocksleeve."

"Fuck, fuck! Please, Master."

"I'm close, sweetness. Just a bit longer, okay? You can do it." Eddie's gripping your hips as he fucks into you at a brutal pace.

"You better pull out." Steve warns, smacking your tits with the back of his hand. He pinches your nipples harshly between his fingers.

"I will- fuck, fuck, fuck!"

Eddie is brutally pistoning in and out of you, the sight and sound of your skin slapping getting Steve hard again. Eddie squeezes his hand around your throat, releasing his grip after you moan at the feeling of lightheadedness.

"I'm gonna cum, daddy."

"Daddy? Shit, baby. Cum on my cock."

The coil within you snaps and you feel yourself squirting as your cunt convulses around him.

"Fuck!" you whine, tears flowing from your eyes as Eddie continues to have his way with you.

"Shit, shit, shit! Fuck, I'm gonna cum-"

Eddie quickly pulls out, lightly slapping your pussy before releasing on your chest with a strangled whimper.

After giving you a few minutes to come down from your highs, Steve speaks up.

"Alright, you two go take a shower, I'll change the sheets."

"Come on, sweetness. I'll help you." Eddie picks you up, carrying you bridal style to the bathroom.

After you finish showering, Steve rinses himself off. You all end up falling asleep in the king-sized bed, limbs tangled around each other.

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Jumping on here with the smutty Sevika idea I got upon seeing your post- my mind never rests- I feel she’d be a scoundrel in bed, making you choose the size of the toy she claims she’d fuck you with but then grabs the complete opposite. Like if your pick is a sizable, she’d secretly fix on the smallest one in the group & so on. Watches amusingly your lil expressions as you cluelessly do all the dumb things you would if it were the size you’d actually chosen banging into you but you only realize it too late,, by then she’d have had her full laugh,,

No pressure btw & have a better rest of your day~ (´•ω•｀)♡

hi hello I love you and your writing and your little posts abt Sevika bc they're always So Correct.

this ask has been haunting me all day because it's so sevika. I don't think she would ever go larger than you could handle, but I can 100% see her teasing you by going Smaller. like you just fucking need her to fuck you with one of her bigger straps, a dark purple, girthy seven inch silicone cock. and instead she pulls out a thinner five inch strap in the same color.

she has you face down on the bed, your ass and cunt on display for her, your hands hugging a black satin pillow to your chest for emotional support. you're expecting – craving– a deep stretch, so when she starts to push in your whine. at first it's good, but as she gets deeper and deeper it goes from pleasure to confusion.

"What's wrong, doll? Not big enough for you?" Sevika teases, knowing full well she picked one that's too small. Her thrusts are rough, but it's not the same and you can feel tears welling up as you whine.

"Nngh, too fucking small, do we– ah– have a bigger one?" You cry, trying to fuck back onto Sevika for any added stimulation. You can hear her laughing behind you, her human hand wrapping around to play with your clit.

Sevika knows she'll give you what you want, but she wants to extend this. She wants you desperate, dripping, whining, crying for her cock. "No baby, this is the one you wanted, yeah? Looks like my little slut needs me to buy a bigger one, eight inches maybe? That sound big enough?"

You just whine, fucking yourself on what you think, but can't fucking believe, is seven thick inches. The tears are coming now, accompanied by the sweet whines of Sevika's name, one hand reaching back for her, begging her to fuck you like you need it. It's torturous, and you're not in the mindset to realize that Sevika's fucking with you.

So when she slows down and pulls out, you're whining, sitting yourself up and look at Sevika. You're upset, clearly, pouting and teary and needy. It isn't until you look down that you realize what happened, and you're suddenly less sad and more Pissed. Sevika, in the following events, realizes she likes you kind of pissed and horny.

You turn around, grabbing the correct dick off the bedside table, pushing it at Sevika so she can switch it out. You help her redo the harness, smacking her hand away when she tries to grab your waist.

"You don't get to touch me, asshole." You growl, shoving her back against the headboard. Sevika's eyes goes wide, feeling herself throb at the assertiveness you're displaying.

You straddle her, lining your cunt up with her cock and sinking down. The stretch is delicious, and you're practically shaking with you good it feels. "Fu- fuck, 's so good."

Sevika watches as you shakily pull yourself up, slamming down onto her cock and pushing the base of the harness against her needy clit. She grunts, reaching for your waist to help you out. Imagine her surprise when you smack her hands, grabbing them at the wrists and pushing them down against her tummy.

"I said – fuck– you don't get to touch me," You grumble, using your grip on her hands as leverage to bounce on her cock, finally taking your pleasure.

The sound of you fucking yourself on her is loud, all sloppy smacks coming from the sound of your thighs hitting hers. Sevika can feel how wet you are, from the amount of slick dripping down onto her thighs. When she looks down, she whines as the string of slick forming every time you bounce on her.

She wants nothing more than to grab your hips and guide you up and down, but she respects your wishes. Realistically, she could break out of your hold in a heartbeat, no doubt. But Sevika can't deny, there's something so incredibly attractive about you holding her down, taking everything you need from her without reservation. And if she can't touch you, at least she can talk to you. And talk she does.

"That's it, that feel good? Pretty girl just needed a bigger cock in her needy cunt, huh? The small shit doesn't do anything for you, does it? I've spoiled you baby, got you so used to a nice thick cock," She murmurs, staring at you with hooded eyes.

Her words make your head spin, your pussy clenching around her strap as you falter. It's all you can do to nod, giving her a pathetic little "uh huh" before sitting down completely and grinding on her.

"Aww, my pretty girl's fucking tired ain't she? If you just let me go, I could help you," Sevika whispers, pressing a kiss against your forehead from where you're slumped against her. "Could play with that pretty clit and push you over, or hold you up and fuck you on this cock, just how you deserve. That sound good?"

And fucking christ, it sounds so good. You want her so bad, you barely even remember why you were so angry.

The second you move your hands off of hers, she's on you. Her human hand is toying at your clit, her mechanical arm wrapping around your waist and holding you up. Sevika starts pistoning her hips up into you, the mushroom tip of her cock punching against that gushy little patch of nerves that sends you careening, wailing and grabbing at Sevika's back.

It's all so much so fast, you barely have time to stumble out a weak " 'm cumming, fuck," before you're convulsing on Sevika's strap. Your orgasm rides through you, lighting every nerve ending on fire as you shake and scratch at her. You're drooling into her neck, the lazy hickey you were making left forgotten as your orgasm emptied your brain out until all you could think of was Sevika. She fucks you through it, whispering dirty praises as you leak down her cock, onto her thighs.

"That's it, cum for me baby. Ya look so fucking good for me, all fucked out and pretty," She growls, easing her thrusts as you come down. She never pulls out, just sets you down on her cock as you try to even out your breathing.

You think she's gonna let you rest, maybe end it here, until Sevika wraps you up in her arms and lays you down on your back, keeping her cock buried in your sloppy pussy. She places one gentle kiss on your forehead before pulling out to the tip and pushing back in, slowly building up into deep, rough thrusts.

"You didn't think we were done, did you? You still have a few orgasms in you, so lay back, doll. Let me take care of this pussy."

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