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[sunkissedscribbles]

You Get Me So High*

pairing: mattheo riddle x fem!reader

genre: smut x teeny tiny fluff

tw: smut, unprotected sex, mdni, nsfw, not exactly proofread

word count: 1361

summary: a friends with benefits relationship with only one rule; don't fall in love

song: You Get Me So High - The Neighbourhood

a/n: guys this is soooo short, my heart's aching for not making it longer

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It is supposed to be a casual arrangement with Mattheo, you know it, nothing more than that. A cycle; back and forth between your bed and his. Back and forth between inside jokes and feverish kisses. All back and forth, like the movements of his hips against yours every night as he thrusts so deep into you that you feel his size in your stomach while you squirm under him out of pleasure with your fingers digging deep into the flesh covering his thick trapezius muscles, leaving marks for the next day. It's a routine at this point, one you know you should give up on because you have broken the only promise set.

You both have agreed to this friends-with-benefits setup under the condition that if either of you fell for the other you'd have to stop. And hell had you broken the agreement before it was even set. But how could you not possibly fall for him when he's on top of you every night, peppering your neck with kisses and by your side every day like the supportive friend he is?

"You have to confess, Y/N," you reminisce about the conversation you had with Pansy the other day.

"I know but if I tell him we have to stop he'll know I've fallen for him and that'd only lead to him not wanting to be my friend anymore because it would be awkward," you groaned as a response. "And I'd rather have him as a friend than not have him at all."

"Or," Daphne chimed in with yet another suggestion as she stepped back from her closet, "you could just wait until he confesses."

You snorted at that, rather unattractively. The thought of Mattheo ever falling for you just sounded hilarious in every sense to you. "He's not the committing type."

"He's been shagging you for the past two months and you already act like a couple with all those inside jokes and dates-"

"Those aren't dates," you insisted but Pansy ignored you and continued.

"-you two go on to Hogsmeade. He bought you Chocolate Frogs when you told him you had cramps. He's never done that to any of his girlfriends."

"Pansy's right," Daphne added. "People would call this a relationship."

Your friends made valid points yet here you are again only a few days later, sitting in the library, still thinking about their words over your Transfiguration essay you've been desperately trying to get done in the past hour but Mattheo, sunk into your thoughts didn't let you because for your teenage heart it is more important to make the right decision when it comes to your love & sex life.

You suddenly feel a hand tap your shoulder and when you turn to your left to see who it is, you don't see anyone but turning back, you sense someone sitting on your right on the chair next to yours. "Hey, princess," Mattheo grins at you, his hand resting ever so casually on your thigh already.

A smile creeps upon your lips when met by his pretty face. "Hey, pretty boy."

"When are you done here?" he peeps over to your essay and when he states you've barely even started writing a dissatisfied pout appears on his face. "Princess... it's Friday, there's a party tonight and you seriously want to spend your time with the homework instead of me?"

You roll your eyes at his words of feigned offence and shake your head. "Of course not. I'll be at the party, I promise."

"Good, good. Don't forget to wear something nice for me," he grins again before leaning in for a kiss. He's not dumb, he knows you want more of that, so he's certain you'll be at the party, wearing a nice dress just for him to rip it off you once you two reach his dorm in the hurricane of heated kisses and risky touches.

Without anything left to say, he leaves and you stay there, with your forehead hitting the desk in despair once he's out of sight. Oh, you're fucked.

The party's a blast, that's for sure, you wouldn't argue about it but you still ditch it with Mattheo after a few shots with your friend group. His hands are tangled in your hair as he shoves you against the wall. "Look at this nice skirt. I love it when you dress for me," he mutters into your ear as he rips your tights off you without a second thought about how they cost you money or how maybe those were your favourite pair with the silver stars on them. Not even bothering with the zipper of the cargo mini skirt you are wearing, he picks you up and after pushing everything on the floor, he sits you down on his desk he spreads your legs for himself, grinning at the sight of your exposed thighs. He slides his hand up your inner thigh until reaching your thongs which he pushes to the side to find your entrance, still with your skirt on. You gasp the moment he inserts two fingers at once, not teasing you or torturing you with long foreplay tonight. "That's it, don't hold back," he whispers into your ear, his breath hot against your skin, then starts covering your neck with kisses and the prints of his teeth. He's not one for leaving hickeys on your neck, not when you two are in a casual arrangement, at least. He prefers marking you under your breasts and just above your hipbone.

You squirm against his touch, letting out soft moans as his fingers move in and out of your pussy, his palm brushing against your clit here and there. He knows your body like the back of his palm, knows every reaction. He knows he has to switch the moment your back arches, so, he pulls his fingers out and frees his hardened length from the captivity of his pants before positioning himself between your legs and inserting himself. You take him with yet another moan and he grins against your neck in satisfaction, murmuring something unintelligible and incoherent as he thrusts deep inside of you. Your bodies melt together and fade into each other as your skirt rides up your hips the more he gets it on, giving you practically no chance to get your part of the act and move against him. He's fucking you mercilessly, gripping your hair and you have nothing to say against it.

You get driven over the edge sooner than usual, but he's been rougher and more demanding than usual, too. He watches your pretty face as you come around him, feeling you tighten which is the last string for him before his body gets overwhelmed by you and comes, moaning your name. He knows he has to end things between you two but why would he do it without fucking you goodbye saying goodbye?

He pulls out and lets out heavy exhales into your neck before muttering into your hair almost inaudible, snapping you out of this state of euphoria. "We have to stop doing this."

Your heart skips a beat and starts beating faster in fear, breath still ragged because of the excitement of the previous minutes. He fucks you senseless then exclaims you have to stop doing this? Your brain gets foggy now by being overwhelmed with a mix of frustration and confusion, it's not the haze of what you've engaged in just now. "Huh? But why?" you manage to muster.

"The agreement, Y/N," he shakes his head, searching your face.

You feel like your heart is thumping in your ear as you lean in for a kiss, now a slow, romantic, less desperate one. He's taken aback a little by your sudden actions, he has not expected you to kiss him like that after he has practically told you he'd broken the only rule you two had set by falling in love with you somewhere in the lines between being your best friend and enjoying your advantages like a man.

"Why did I get that?" he asks, confused after you pull back from him.

"For breaking the agreement."

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Can I request a mark drabble w/ breeding kink 👉👈 I'd love either bff mark or sinister mark but if you go the sinister route can I be a bit of a coward and ask that he be a little. Softer. Maybe specifically for the reader bc I am a little pansy and I get unrealistically offended when I'm condescended or treated like property, and while it would be hot if this man talked down to me I would also be inclined to punch him in the baby maker and then we'd all suffer bc no smut would ensue 😭

Sorry, I just dumped a bit of unwarranted baggage on u there but you come off as really sweet in all your posts so I hope it didn't bother you too much! Thank you for all of your posts btw your writing is delicious! Also your English is very good, you have a great grasp of the language and I respect and appreciate all the effort you must put into making all of your writing so articulate. English especially is said to be very hard to learn so I immensely respect the effort that goes into it, regardless of any/how much help you require/accept to do so. Manifesting a mild inconvenience to that anon a while back who accused you of faking for some reason I hope they step on a wet kitchen tile while wearing socks or something and rethink how they choose to speak to people online. 😊♡

hello anon!! thank you so much for your considerations, maybe it is because i am emotional since i get very choked up when it is birthday season but this had made me cry happy tears 😭😭 also, i agree!! if anyone was to talk to me like i am disposable in real life, i think that i would break down and disintegrate haha!! it is not cowardly to ask for things, do not be swayed!! baggage is never unwanted here, i am the baggage 😂!! i will do the upmost of my best ability, as i have been waiting to write for s!mark again 🤭🤭 also, i do agree people should be more mindful about what they say to others! you never know what anyone is going through, just because you can hide behind a screen mask doesn’t mean you should or can be mean to people!! i do not judge those who do though, they will learn as months and years pass, people do learn and change!!

cw: mdni, smut, breeding kink, just a little drable to warm up my fingers hehe!! minor injury, reader patches him up

you could hear your husband come crashing through the juliet balcony of your bedroom, bumping into the bed and waking you up fully. you bolted up, scanning the darkness of the room and staring at the silhouette of your lover, crouched over in the shadows. “mark?” you peep, eyes still adjusting as you clicked on the bedside lamp, your eyes instantly closing when the brightness took you by surprise.

he looks back at you, pulling his mask with its flimsy broken black goggles off of his face and discarding it to the floor with a heavy sigh. mark always found it so cute how you’d gasp with your hands flying to cover your mouth when he returned with an injury, your worried eyes looking him over as you jump out from under the covers, hands flying up to cover his cheeks and observe his cut nose bridge, one of his eyes squinted due to the budding bruise on his upper cheekbone, “gonna nurse me back to health, baby?” he asks, smiling down at you and placing a kiss to your forehead. he listens to you lecture him about being careful when visiting other planets, rolling his eyes like he’d really just die like that. you knew he was tough, but it didn’t hurt to be concerned.

he sits on the side of the bathtub in the bathroom, tilting his face to the side so you could rub his injuries down with antiseptic solution, mumbling something about how he was still half human so he still had to be a little careful. he didn’t know how many times he’d had to tell you that even though he was still half human everything else was 100% brutal alien. each time he told you, you ignored it. maybe you liked patching him up, placing cute bandages on his face to stop his bleeding. he was hardly injured but he’d be damned if he didn’t let his cute little wife dote on him like this, the sleeves of your fluffy gown he’d bought home for you rolled up your arms as you fiddle with the first aid kit.

“y’know what’d me me feel better?” mark says, taking your hands into his. god, he could just crush you right now, you were so adorable. you hum in response, intertwining your fingers with his as he brings them to his lips, trailing kisses up your arm and pulling you closer, inching towards you slowly. your mouth hangs open with a breathless silent mewl as his lips stop just by your jawline, finding it hard to hold himself back from nipping your skin and marking you up. you nod at his earlier question which draws a chuckle from him, hands moving down to grip your hips and pull you onto his lap, “let’s go to bed, then.”

you’ve got your face in the crook of his neck, holding onto his back as he pistoned his hips in and out of your tight heat, never being shameful of your moans. music to his ears, he thought, letting you cry out so desperately into the night. if you had neighbours you’re sure they’d complain. he groaned when he felt you clench around him, muscled thighs stuttering for a moment as you suffocated his cock within your walls. “oh, babygirl-“ he tilts his head back, holding you firmly as your legs wrap around his waist, practically bouncing you up and down on his dick himself, “m-mark..-!” you squeal, voice raspy and throat dry when you feel him buck up into your g-spot, weeping head poking at it repeatedly, trying to pull your orgasm out of you. you whine loudly, holding onto him like you’d fall apart if you let go.

“shhh, s’okay, hold onto me like that, there we go.” mark comforts you, such a strange comparison from when he’s out causing mayhem to now. if those who opposed him were to see him right now, they’d think he’d be a different person. he was so soft with you, treated you like you were made of porcelain and you loved it. you were glad that you’d somehow tamed him in a way, molded him into your perfect husband as he made you into his perfect wife. domestic bliss.

you stifle your noises with his shoulder, softly biting on it as he snapped his hips up into yours vigorously, his own orgasm approaching hard and fast. you could feel the way his cock throbbed inside of you, the way he slowed his hips a little before trying to keep up his pace. “so tight, always so perfect n’ tight f’me, aren’t you?” you nod brainlessly into his shoulder and he coos at you, eyebrows furrowed together as he gasps lightly.

“i’m gonna cum, princess.” he says breathlessly, humping against you for his own orgasm, “inside…” you whisper to him and he almost loses it right there, almost falls over when he thinks about the implications it might have. “inside? yeah-fuck, gonna let me cum inside, just for me?” mark pants, pussydrunk figure caging you in under him as he chases his orgasm, “gimme a kid… f-fuck, gimme a baby, wanna make you a mama… g’na look so perfect— fuh-uck..!” he babbles, vision blanking as he cums inside of you, wave after wave of his warm seed spilling into your cunt, seeping into your womb. he canted his hips a few more times, almost fucking himself into overstimulation as he continued talking, “..gonna give me a mini me, huh? complete our little family?” he asks as you nod in agreement, too fucked out to even process what he’d said to you just now.

[kangaracha]

QUEENMAKER | CHAPTER 17

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pairing chan x reader

genre ninth member au, angst, fluff, coming of age, social media, cancel culture, anxiety, depression, forbidden love,

summary To JYPE, the solution is simple; take the sole trainee that will not debut with your brand new girl group, and use her to replace the missing vocalist in your male group that insisted on starting as nine.

Unfortunately, to the fans and the members themselves, it isn't that simple.

status ongoing

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a/n today's self promo is catskin which is a felix x reader fantasy/fairy tale oneshot that i am pleased enough with that i might write a part two. anyway, here's more of the drama you're really here for.

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At 6:05 on the dot, there's a knock on your door.

He must have been up all night waiting for your text, you think as you answer it, the way that he'd made it down the stairs within five minutes of your alarm going off. You're still in your pyjamas, a hoodie thrown over the top when you'd dragged yourself out of bed to combat the early-morning cold of your apartment. 

The boys waiting outside your door are dressed similarly, at least, padding around in clothes they've chosen at random from a laundry hamper somewhere and shoes that they kick off as soon as they pass through your doorway. You're not surprised to see Chan, hair sticking up at every end like he's gotten straight out of bed for this and not bothered to even try to stick it back down again, but you are surprised to see Changbin. You don't think you've ever seen or heard a peep from Changbin at this time of the morning.

"Good morning," Chan says as you close the door, lingering within arm's reach as Changbin wanders his way further into your apartment like he's looking for something.

"Good morning," you echo, your attention divided between the two of them. "What are you doing here?"

"Well," Chan hedges, hesitating like he's not decided yet what he's going to say next. "Changbin is here to steal your cereal."

"Hyunjin ate all of mine," Changbin says, his feet carrying him one step closer to the kitchen in question.

You wave him towards it, despite warnings you've been given against ever giving him free reign over your pantry. "There's eggs in the fridge too if you want them," you offer, and your heart lifts at the way his face lights up. It's funny how such a little thing could cause such simple joy.

"Gamsamnida, noona," he says, and disappears into your kitchen. 

Chan steps into your line of vision.

"What are you doing here?" you ask when he doesn't immediately say anything, though the pit in your stomach and the sleepless night unravelling behind you say that you already know the answer.

He draws in a breath and holds it, anticipation paling his face just enough for you to notice. "I'm being honest," he says, his eyes flicking up to the kitchen door. Changbin doesn't appear - he's busy making a lot of noise with your pans in there, the slam of a cupboard door a little too obvious to be anything but deliberate. "I promised I'd be honest with you, so...I'm here."

"About the things they're saying online, or what's going to happen next?" you question; and you don't miss the way that his face falls, his brow tightening imperceptibly.

"You've seen it," he sighs, as if he'd been hoping for something different.

A grim smile twists itself around your mouth. "It's trending," you point out. "It's kind of hard to miss."

"True." He looks away, eyes casting behind him to where Changbin is being deliberately noisy in the kitchen as he hunts through your cabinets for something. "I'm sorry."

"For what?" you question. "You didn't do anything."

"They're my fans," he says and then blinks, correcting himself. "Our fans - if something I've done makes them think-"

You've seen the messages he's talking about, the back-and-forth between fans debating whether this was his idea or something that had been forced upon him by the company. Always Chan - Chan's group, Chan's members, Chan's decision. If the trending tags were anything to be believed, the general consensus was that the Chan they knew and loved would never do this to them, nor would he endorse it. It was obvious that you had forced your way into the group, and at first opportunity he would drop you right back out again; if only they screamed loudly enough in opposition, JYP would give him that choice quicker.

You didn't find that daunting at all. There wasn't a black pit opening inside your gut every time you thought about it, the urge to get back to the practice rooms and gruelling hours of work scratching at your skin. 

"You're acting like you told them to do this," you tell him wryly, and the corner of his mouth quirks upwards. Nearly a smile, despite how sardonic it feels. 

"I definitely did not," he answers, a hand pressed to his chest in honesty. "I meant what I said the other day. You're one of my people now."

Inexplicably, warmth blooms in your chest around the icy cold that has had a stranglehold around your stomach since you'd first seen...well, everything that's happening. The reminder of the conversation you'd had before all of this began is timely - it was easy to forget sometimes, around the screaming of a thousand voices that it couldn't be true, that he had chosen you, in a backwards way. That all of this was only happening now because he'd fought with the company for you. Because he'd won the fight, a feat you've never seen accomplished before, in a long career of letdowns.

Your teeth grit together at the thought of those voices online, hiding behind screens as if they know anything about what’s happened in the last three months or even the past six years. You had forgotten for a while last night, all the things that Chan had said; you’d felt like throwing something across the room, God’s Menu playing over and over through a tinny speaker until your body moved without thinking. You’ve contained most of that rage since, under the assurance that none of them know what they’re talking about, and truly, you don’t think that you’ll really care at all as the days wear on; but still-

"Someone should have told them that," you say without thinking, and then watch as Chan's brow furrows. "Sorry. I didn't mean you. It's not your fault."

"Someone will," he replies. "Once I've been to this meeting with management. Which I am probably going to be late for."

His phone appears in his hand, the screen lighting up to show him the time. "If you have to go-" you begin to say, already moving out of the way of the door.

"He's eating breakfast first," Changbin says from the kitchen door before Chan can argue with you himself. 

"Am I?" Chan asks; but his voice is mild and his feet are already turning towards Changbin, all the fight draining from his body before he has even begun.

"You think I'm going to eat all of the eggs myself?" Changbin fires right back. "I'm not a pig."

"But I thought you were a pig, Changbin," Chan says and watches in amusement as the sound of Changbin shouting indignantly fills the air of your apartment.

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Vigilante Book Club Part 2

Jason Todd x Reader

Masterlist - Join My Taglist! - Part 1

Written for my personal fic writing challenge for 2024, Sophie's Year of Fic! Featuring a new fic being posted every Friday, all year long :)

Fandom: DC

Summary: After having an all-around terrible day, the only person who might be able to make it better is a certain book-loving vigilante.

Word Count: 1,562

Category: Fluff

A/N: This is the closest I've come all year to missing a Friday lol, but we got it done! Woohoo!

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

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I hummed to myself as I moved around the kitchen, dancing to the music I had on in the background while making sure everything cooked just right. I had a reputation to fix, after all, and I was determined to get it right.

After the Red Hood had broken into my apartment to return my favorite book last week, I'd convinced him to come back for a thank-you dinner and to talk about the book, which he'd been planning to read in the meantime. He'd also vaguely insulted my cooking, although I'd mostly forgiven him for that in light of him returning my book.

Tonight was the date we'd set for dinner and book-talk, and I'd spent the week preparing the perfect recipe. Even better, the kitchen currently smelled amazing, which had to be a good sign of success.

Right on cue, about the same time he'd shown up last week, I heard a knock on my door. I smiled, trying to ignore the way my heart sped up a little as I quickly wiped my hands on the kitchen towel and headed for the door.

I paused just long enough to look through the peep hole and, as expected, the Red Hood stood towering in my doorway. This time, instead of the whole-head helmet, he only had a red domino mask on. Thank goodness, since the dinner part of this whole evening would be ruined if he couldn't actually eat without revealing his secret identity. I swung open the door with a grin.

"Hi! I'm glad you came! Honestly, I was half expecting you to be at the window again."

He just grunted and shrugged.

"I wasn't sure you'd actually be home, or still up for this. Figured I'd come to the door and give you a chance to pretend not to be home."

"Don't be ridiculous," I said, waving off his concerns as I opened the door wide. "I've been looking forward to this all week. Unless, of course, you're here to hate on my favorite book. If that's the case, I think I'm going to have to throw you out."

He laughed. "Don't worry, I'd never do that. I know what a true favorite book means to a reader."

I gave him a little smile and a nod as I closed the front door, then headed past him into the kitchen. I gestured to the bar stools at my counter as I checked that everything still looked good.

"Have a seat. Can I get you anything to drink?"

"A water would be great."

"Sure thing! Coming right up." I filled up a glass for Red Hood and myself, then fixed him with a smile as I set his glass down in front of him. "So... notice anything different from the last time you were here? Anything in the kitchen, maybe?"

He hummed, pausing and pretending to think. I put my hands on my hips and raised an eyebrow, and after a moment, he broke and grinned.

"I'll admit, the kitchen's looking much more promising than the last time you said you were making dinner in here."

"Thank you," I said, smiling as I turned around to start plating everything. "I told you, last time you were here was just a record-breaking bad day. A cooking fluke."

I could hear him hum behind me, at least pretending not to sound totally convinced.

"Next time, I'll make something. Everything you've got going right now looks amazing, but I'm a pretty good cook myself. I wouldn't want you thinking I'm acting like a critic out of nowhere."

I hesitated a second before turning around, trying to get my ridiculous smile and racing heart under control. I technically didn't know him very well yet, but so far, I'd started to really like Red Hood. I loved the idea of making this a regular thing, and I loved even more that he'd suggested it. I took a deep breath, then finally turned around, my smile still massive but at least a little more reasonable.

"Deal. Next time, you cook."

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I laughed, closing my book and shaking my head as I looked up at Hoodie. He looked back over the top of his own book, one eyebrow raised.

"What?" he asked, leaning slightly towards me. I shook my head, smiling all the same.

"Nothing. I just know why you wanted me to read this book so badly now."

"Oh yeah? And why's that?"

I cleared my throat dramatically and lifted Hoodie's copy of Northanger Abbey, which he'd temporarily loaned me, before starting to read:

"The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid."

Hoodie grinned. "I'll admit, I may have levelled that quote at a family member or two. Although, I might widen the original to include stories in general."

I snorted. "And if one of those family members said they loved podcasts or movies or something, but not books?"

"No, they're the exception. They're idiots whether or not they enjoy a good story."

I laughed, and after a moment, Hoodie joined me. Since that first reading date, we'd made our unofficial vigilante book club into a weekly occurance. He always came over to my place, and we spent the evening talking about books, or reading together and then talking about books. We alternated who cooked, and this time, it was his responsibility. He had food cooking in the crock-pot, and the delicious smells had been temping me for the better part of the past few hours.

"So I take it you're enjoying the book?" he asked, laying his down in his lap. I nodded, mirroring his gesture and sitting up a little straighter.

"I am. I can't believe it took me so long to get around to reading it! I've loved all the other Austen I've read."

"Which is why we get along," he said with a grin. I nodded.

"I could never spend time like this with a man who didn't at least appreciate Pride and Prejudice."

"Of course not."

"But what about you? Are you liking your book of the week?"

He nodded, scooting a little closer to me on the couch.

"I've said it before and I'll say it again, you have good taste in books. I don't think you've picked one yet that I haven't liked."

"...Now I sort of want to take that as a challenge."

Hoodie just rolled his eyes.

"Be careful. I've read some shit I wouldn't wish on anyone, but I can and will use it as payback if I have to."

I laughed. "I don't know, I've read some pretty unbeatably bad ones..."

"Oh yeah? Well how about-"

He stopped short at the sound of a ringtone. I raised an eyebrow as he grimaced. Not once, in all the weeks we'd been doing this, had either of us let a phone interrupt the night.

"Sorry. Vigilante phone," he grunted. "Just a second."

I waved him off to let him know it was no problem, and he shot me a quick smile before answering. To my surprise, he held it out in front of him and put it on speaker.

"What do you want?" he barked without a hello. "I'm busy."

"Yeah, so busy that nobody's been able to get a hold of you all night!" came an exasperated voice that sounded much too young for that level of exhaustion. "We started prepping for Alfred's birthday-"

BOOM! A loud noise that sounded too close to an explosion for comfort cut off the rest of the sentence. My jaw dropped open at the same time that the kid on the other end of the phone shouted out at the top of his lungs.

"JASON! What happened? Are you- oh shit, I think that was on my end." A brief pause, some scuffling, and the sound of an alarm in the background as Hoodie—as Jason—and I sat frozen in place on the couch. "Just get back here as soon as you can to help!"

The kid on the other end hung up, leaving Jason and I in the ringing silence of my apartment. After a moment, the man on the couch next to me sighed heavily, and I decided to beat him to the punch on further breaking the silence.

"I am... so sorry," I said. "I know you probably didn't want that, like, getting out, and-"

"Stop," he said gently, reaching out to take my hands in his. I did, opting instead to chew on the inside of my lip as I looked at him with wide eyes. "Look, it's not exactly how I wanted this to go, and I wasn't expecting Timbo to use the vigilante phone to say my civilian name, but... I've been thinking about telling you for a while. I'm not upset that you know, and I've know you long enough now that I trust you to keep my secret."

My mouth dropped open a little as a thousand butterflies exploded in my chest. This was a major leap of faith and trust in the relationship we'd been building in our little book club. I squeezed Jason's hands, smiling as I leaned into him a little. He grinned back at me, then sighed.

"Now, if you hated Austen, maybe I'd have to be a little more worried about all this..."

I gasped. "I could never."

"Exactly. You're not somebody I'm worried about here."

We shared another, softer smile, and then I reluctantly dropped Jason's hands.

"Speaking of people you should be worried about... whoever made that call sounded like they could use your help."

Jason's eyes rolled back so far I couldn't see the pupils anymore.

"They're idiots who should never be allowed anywhere near a kitchen, but they'll survive without me for a little longer. At least long enough to do this."

For a split second, I expected him to lean in for a kiss, and my heart did a backflip in my chest. Instead, he reached up for the domino mask still sitting comfortably on his face, which somehow seemed more intimate.

Slowly, he pulled away the fabric, revealing the bright blue eyes it had been hiding. When he smiled, this time I could see the corners of his eyes turning up along with his mouth, and even from a few feet away I could see his gorgeous eyelashes. It took some actual effort not to swoon, even though his face didn't change significantly from when he'd been wearing the mask.

"Like what you see?" he asked, tone soft but joking. I huffed a laugh and let a smile make its way back onto my face.

"Yeah. I do."

"Good. Then... what do you think about going out? On a real date, with me, not Red Hood? No pressure if you're not interested, but-"

"I would love that," I said, my smile morphing to take up my entire face. "Jason."

He beamed back at me the second his name left my lips, the two of us gravitating towards each other until his vigilante phone started blaring again and Jason rolled his eyes.

"I better go. But I'll see you... this Friday? Pick you up at six?"

I nodded. "It's a date."

Jason grinned, his eyes darting back to me every few seconds as he collected his things. We agreed to just keep each other's books until Friday since we wouldn't get to finish reading them together tonight, making Jason the first person I'd ever trusted with my only copy of a book. Our goodbye took longer than it should've since he had explosions to deal with and we were seeing each other again in a few days, but neither of us could bear to part any faster. And when the front door finally shut, it was hours before I actually wiped the smile off my face.

Who could've guessed something positive would come out of one of my most obnoxious bad days to date, let alone someone as wonderful as Jason?

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Please your the only one whos really good at writing the clones like this...

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Please do the clones with a shy catgirl reader all together. When she gets really needy for their attention that they havent been giving her enough of lately so she starts to break randim things here and there and gets rlly bratty and gets punished (idc about being anonymous or not ngl i have no shame)

Our kitten

Word count: 5.8k♡

Got carried away while writing this... THIS IDEA IS SO GOOD I COULDN'T HELP IT😍 maybe I'll make a part two but make is sfw for the aftercare 🙈

Warnings: fem!reader, demon cat reader, pet names "kitten", "kitty", "good girl" and "pretty kitty", bratty reader, needy reader, some humor, rough fucking, Humiliation kink, Degrading, Dacryphilia,spanking, biting, some blood play, 5some, over stimulation, nipple play, anal, some aftercare in the end

"Enough! We don't have time for this!" Sekido yelled as he slammed his staff hard on the ground but refrained from using his blood demon art. You've had enough. You knew they had a job to do for Muzan, but the lack of attention you've been getting was driving you to a breaking point.

You jumped from the loud sound of Sekido's staff hitting the ground, but you didn't budge. Your body was in an 'X' shape in front of the door with your legs spread apart and your nails digging into the door frame. "Move from the fucking door Sekido said again but you continue to test him and snarl him.

You watched as Sekido's eye twitched when you gave him that look and knew it was time to calm down. Your ears dropped in some fear of making Sekido mad, but I also loved the attention you're getting, even if it's aggressive. You stopped your snarling and spoke, "Why do you have to leave now? You guys didn't come back till I'm almost dawn, and now you're leaving me again? That's not fair!" You said as your tail starts to curl and thrashes.

"Our pretty kitten is so needy, isn't she?. I'd love to play with you, but we gotta go. It's no use trying to prevent us from leaving," Karaku laughed. "This is the first time you're acting up. I like it, and it feels like a game, too." Urogi chuckles, but you only pout at their responses and didn't budge at all.

"Stop joking around about this. She's being a damn brat right now, and we, especially, I do not have the time for this. We got a job to do," Sekido shoved Urogi and Karaku out of his way to grab the back of your oversized shirt in an attempt to pick you up from the ground. You mewl once Sekido grabbed the back of your shirt. You weren't wearing any panties, so you freed a hand that's been gripping into the door frame to pull your shirt down as it lifted.

"Y/n, please don't act like that. It makes me sad when you don't listen," Aizetsu said as he peeped his head over Sekido's shoulder. "Aizetsu!" Your eyes softened, and your hand rested its grip from the wall. "Don't baby her. She's not listening at all, on purpose at that," Sekido said while still holding you in his grip. "I'm not babying her. It just makes me sad to see her like this because we have to leave," Aizetsu said and opened his arms to you.

"You're definitely babying her," Urogi said, making him and Karaku laugh. He was right, though. Out of all the clones, Aizetsu is the most calm and understanding. You wanted all four to stay with you, but your last chance was to get Aizetsu to at least say with you. "Come here," Aizetsu said and opened his arms. You gasped happily and tried to escape Sekido's grip to go to Aizetsu.

"Give her to me," Aizetsu voiced, quivered asking Sekido to realse you. Sekido groaned in annoyance as he let's go of your shirt. He watched you jump onto Aizetsu while wrapping your legs and arms around his body and giving his cheek light kitten licks with a happy smile on your face.

"Aizetsu, you'll stay with me, won't you? Please?" You said, practically begging as your tail sticks up straight in happiness. "Needy and selfish? Thought you wanted all of us to stay with you," Urogi teased and touched your sensitive tail, wrapping it lightly around his his claw and laughes at how your body shivered.

Aizetsu wraps his arms around your waist and takes you over to the couch. "As much as it would make me happy to stay and play with you, I can't. We've been over this y/n, and it saddens me to see you not listen." Aizetsu said and frowned as he watched your happy expression fade away.

"We told you there would be times we can't play with you and have a job to do for Lord Muzan. Sorry," Karaku said with a cocky smile on his face as he shrugged his shoulders. "At least she's moved from the door now. Let's go," Urogi said about to flu out of the door. "N-no!!" You mewl again and hold onto Aizetsu tighter. Urogi was standing right behind Aizetsu, so you managed to grab a hold of his wing and watched him groan in pain.

"Not my wings! Shit that hurts!" Urogi snarled at you but tried not to rip his wings from your grip since it would hurt him. You shake your head and then let out a whimpered gasp once you feel Aizetsu's grip lossen and his hands falling to his sides. He wasn't holding you anymore, but you still managed to have your body hold onto his.

"Aizetsu?" You asked with your chin resting on his shoulder. "Down girl," Aizetsu said. You saw your vision become blurry with the tears filling your waterline. It just wasn't fair. No matter how hard you begged for them to stay and play with you, it just wasn't enough. You looked up to see Sekido heading out of the door and Karaku  following behind him.

"Meet us in the forest when you've gotten her to behave. If I deal with y/n, then her ass is going to be red for days," Sekido said to Urogi and Aizetsu. "Do it then." You said and watched Sekido slowly turn around, "Say that again. I couldn't catch that" he said and gripped onto his staff harder.

"So sassy, aren't we?" Karaku added and held his fan over his shoulder as he laughed at you. "I said... do it then!" You said and jumped off of Aizetsu but pulled a feather out from Urogi's wings when jumped down on all fours. "Fuck!" Urogi said as his fingers adjusted themselves out of reflexs. "You're playing a dangerous game. You won't win kitten," Urogi said with some anger in his tone.

"Be a good girl y/n... how about I come back earlier to play with you?" Aizetsu said, trying to reason with you, but it just didn't work. At this point, you were acting out, not caring about the end results afterward, and just wanted to teach them a small lesson on how you can be when you repeatedly get denied attention.

Your speed as a demon was average, but being a demon with cat-like traits improved your speed as a demon who isn't eben a lower or upper rank. You quickly jumped from the ground and pulled Aizetsu's spear out of his hands, and wrapped your tail around it. Aizetsu gasped, immediately chasing after you as soon as you ran out of the door.

That wasn't enough, though. Next was Karaku. "You so badly want to play dont you pretty kitty? Not today!" Karaku waved his fan and used his blood demon art to stop you, but you dogged his attack, jumped and snatched his fan from his tight grip in his hand. "You little-" Karaku clenched his teeth in annoyance and started to chase after you with Aizetsu to get his weapon back.

Sekido's body trembled with anger. He hated how difficult you were being and didn't hesitate to slam his staff onto the ground to create multiple electrical volts your way. "Stop running away like a little pest!!!" He yelled and continued to chase you into the woods with Aizetsu and Karaku.

"You're going to have to go catch me if you want your weapons back!" You looked back for a moment to see the three demons chasing after you. You couldn't help but giggly at this "game" of tag, you just couldn't bare another night alone without them with you, you wanted their attention so badly you were doing anything to get it, even if it ment breaking a few rules.

"You're fast, y/n," you heard and turned your head back for a moment to see Urogi flying down towards you at full speed, "but I'm faster!" Urogi laughed. You tried to run away, but you couldn't beat Urogi's speed once he'd in air. You tried to doge his talons, but your body flew back once he used his claw to grab your tail.

"Ow!" You said as you fell right on your ass. Aizetsu and Karaku's weapons fell out of your tails grip once Urogi grabbed it, and you sighed in defeat. You slowly turned your head back and giggled nervously. "Can we play some more?" You asked and tried to wiggle your tail out of Urogi's grip, but you couldn't.

"Urogi... that hurts! Let go of my tail." You mewl and tried to pull your tail out of his grip. "I told you you'd be playing a game you couldn't win." Urogi said drags your body closer to him. Your nails digged into the ground to try and brace yourself, but it was too late, especially when Urogi decided to give your ass a spank as he got on a knee.

You mewled loudly and wiggled your hips side to side as you felt his talons dig into your skin to grip your ass and even knew he could tear your oversized her that's covering your ass right off. "And stealing my fan. I've told you to never play with my things y/n, " Karaku said, also getting on a knee and spanks your other ass cheek harder and watches your tail finally pull out from Urogi's grip and straighten up.

You moaned when Karaku spanked your ass. "What's this?" Karaku asked while feeling your ass in his palm with a smirk. "Is our pretty kitten not wearing any panties under her shirt?" Urogi asked and used his talon to flick your shirt up to expose your ass. "Well, would you look at that. You're not wearing anything underneath here," Karaku said and watched you cover your face with your hands.

"You're even a little wet, too. Is it because of the spankin?" Aizetsu spoke and bent down closer to see your pretty pussy shine with its slick. "I don't care if she's horny or not," Sekido said and pushed all three of them out of his way. "I hate bratty kittens," Sekido said and got down on his knees and rolled up the sleeves on his kimono.

"Sekido i-" you bit your lip when you felt his large heavy hands spank your ass. "Shut up. You've been acting up since last night," he said and spanks you again. "I overlooked it, but now you're really pushing it, " he said and gave you a final spank.

"Ah!" Your back arched and felt harsh stings from only three spanks from Sekido. You whimper softly and turn your head just enough for an eye to look back at Sekido. "What? Have you learned your lesson?" He asked, but you only push your hips back to make your ass press hard on his crotch. Karaku and Urogi rasied their eye brows and smirk as they watch you grind yourself back on Sekido.

Aizetsu felt a little jealous. He wished that was him getting grinned on, but he just stood there and gripped onto his spear. Sekido didn't say anything for a moment. He just clenched his teeth to hold back a moan and watched you grind your ass on his growing erection.

"Fucking slut.." Sekido said and spanks your ass and grabs a hand full of your ass cheek. "You wanted this, didn't you? Acting like a damn brat just for some cock huh?" He said and then watches your soft, long tail playfully touch his chest and tries to slip its way into his kimono. "You wanted attention so badly but can't even say it? How pathetic," Sekido said and pushed his softly in a thrusting motion to grind back with you.

"Maybe y/n was right. One night of skipping to find the blue spider lily wouldn't be that bad" Karaku said and grabs his hard cock though his pants. "I call taking her ass" Urogi said, already taking possession of how he's going to fuck you on his turn. "You guys are forgetting about me. How sad," Aizetsu said and squats down in front of you.

"I told you to be a good girl for us, but you just wouldn't listen... at least we get to play with you," Aizetsu said and sneaked his hand under your hidden face to lift your head up. You stopped grinding on Sekido and looked up at Aizetsu's eyes, narrowed down at you and his eye's having a darker blue vibe about them. He is upset and not like how he usually is.

"We are going to play with you our way. Understand?" Aizetsu said so calm and sweat, but his grip on his jaw tightened, forcing you to open your mouth and expose your fangs. "I-i understand," you said as your lips quivered.

If there was anything the clone brothers were good at doing together besides fighting, it was taking their turns to share you. "Nah, keep her shirt on. She didn't want to show us her pretty pussy. So let's just keep her covered," Karaku said as he gose down between your thighs and wraps his musclar arms around them, locking you in his grip.

"Th-thats not true! I just.... didn't want to wear any," you lied. You wanted to surprise them earlier but they tried to leave you but now you could tell Karaku felt Slightly offended you'd hide the pussy he loves to eat so much. "And no bra" Aizetsu added and cups your boobs and pulls you so your back passes againts his chest. You never wore a bra under your shirt but this time Aizetsu just wanted to point it out to you.

Your thigh buckle together on Karaku's head once you felt his warm tounge give you a long lick from your wet hold, up between your folds and to your clit. Your back arched, and your head fell back on Aizetsu's shoulder. "Dose his tongue feel good?" Aizetsu whispered in your ear as his fingers took your nipple and started to twist and pull on them through your shirt.

"Yes- So good~" you whisper against the back of your hand as you whimper. "Aizetsu lay her down," Karaku spoke for a moment before using his lips to kiss and suck on your folds. Aizetsu let  out a sigh as he scooted back to lay your body down. He hovers over you just to continue playing with your boobs until he brings his mouth closer and starts to suck on your nipples through your shirt.

"A-Aizetsu~ not through my shirt." Your eyes dropped, and you whined from the pleasure. "I would rip off your shirt to make this easier, but you aren't being a good kitty. Sad, isn't it?" Aizetsu said and sucks on your nipples and forms wet spots on your shirt to expose your hard, swollen nipples more.

Karaku rolls his tounge over your clit and smirks at you as his fingers press on your hole. "You love when your nipples are played with don't you kitten?" Karaku teased and slips his thick fingers insides your pussy "look at that, squeezing my fingers in already mm?" Karaku puts his lips back on your clit and hums. "D-dont say that!" You moaned into your hand, and your back arches from the feeling.

Aizetsu continued to suck and lick your nipples and then used his hands to hold your and held them down so they could hear your moans. "How stubborn. Do you want to act all shy now after being a brat?" Sekido commented as he stood and watched Aizetsu and Karaku go down on you. "It's cute, but you can't hide your pretty moans forever. Especially when I get inside that hole," Urogi said, turning you on even more.

Karaku chuckled on your pussy as he felt you tighten up from Urogi's comment. He knew what eles he had to do so this could go by more smoothly. Whenever Karaku eats your pussy it's always messy, his Slavia drooling from his tounge and making you more wet, he loves to lap up your juices but this time he's letting it run down to your hole.

For a moment, Karaku legs go of your thighs completely and sucked on two fingers on his other hand. He gently runs a finger up and down your hole, you lift your head up in confusion when he stopped licking your clit and fingerkng your pussy "Karaku what are you doing.. th-thats my-" you cut off your words once you felt Karaku's fingers push inside your asshole.

Aizetsu intertwined his fingers with yours and felt your hands grip onto his from the feeling. "Karaku!" You moaned and heard his silly laugh. "I've never played with both your holes like this" he said and continued to finger your pussy with two fingers and slowly fingers your ass, slowly with one finger.

Your hips started to circle around and raise at the feeling. It hurt for a second, then slowly turned into pleasure. "It's okay," Aizetsu said and now lifted up your shirt to your neck. "Just vare with it some more, okay?" He said and sucks on your bare nipple. Karaku puts his lips back onto your clit as he continued to suck and lick it whole fingering both your holes.

"K-karaku! Aizetsu~ haa~" your mouth hangs open and your hips grind in circles as Karaku finger fucks both your holes and feeling your orgasm build up, especially from Aizetsu continuously sucking and playing with your nipples. "Think she'll scream? She's so loud already and doesn't care who eles could be listening," Urogi said.

You wanted to muffle your moans so badly, but your hands were being held down by Aizetsu. You couldn't overcome his strength or squirm your hands out from his grip. The only thing you could do is swollow down your embarrassment and let your moans spill out from your throat.

You whimper when you hear the squishy wet sounds from your pussy as Karaku's adds a third finger inside your pussy, then adding a second on in your hole. Karaku manged to do that while flicking his tounge fast on your throbbing pussy and watches you intensely as your hips buck in his hold.

"Since Urogi is taking her ass, I call taking her mouth," Aizetsu said as he pulled his lips away from your nipple and gave your lips a peck. "M'c-cumming!" You choke on your words as Aizetsu wraps his hand around your throat and then presses his lips back onto yours and forces his tounge in your mouth.

Aizetsu kept choking you and swallowed down your moans. Urogi kissed his teeth, wanting to hear you scream, but he knew Aizetsu loved to French kiss you roughly when you get close to an orgasm. It didn't matter though, once you started cumming on Karaku's fingers Urogi knew his time was coming up.

But first, Sekido needed to go. You'd think it's unfair that he gets to fuck you frist when Karaku and Aizetsu did all the work however this is a punishment and Sekido takes your punishments seriously when he fucks you. Or at least he tries. Sekido sat down on the ground and put his back against the tree. "Get to riding"

"B-but I just came," you weakly sit up and look over at Sekido, pull out his hard, thick cock from his kimono. "I said. Ride it," Sekido demanded. You mewled softly and got up to sit on his cock. "Uh, uhh." Urogi clicks his tounge and stops you from going to Sekido. You look at him, confusioned until you watched as Urogi pointed to the ground "kittens don't walk on two feet, do they?" He said.

Sekido's angered frown curled into a smile. You heard Karaku Snickers and just knew Aizetsu was smiling, too. They all had a kick at embarrassing you in their own ways, knowing how shy you were, but arguing back wouldn't help. You sighed and got down on your knees and put your feet on the ground.

You crawled to Sekido. Your tail is staying straight up, feeling both embarrassed yet excited. Karaku licked his lips as he watched you crawl, and Aizetsu hummed lowly in satisfaction just from seeing your wet holes from the back and felt his pants tighten around his crotch area.

You made it to Sekido and postion yourself to ride him. "No hands," Sekido said, and your ears fall down in disappointment, "but you're gonna pull on my tail.." you said and tried to curl it, but let out a loud mewl when Sekido stops you from curling your tail.

"A cock hungry, desperate slut like you can ride it with no hands, and so what if I pull on your tail? You're gonna ride me until I cum and over stimulate yourself on the cock you love so much" Sekido said and lined his cock to your pussy.

Sekido did this on purpose. There was no way you could ride him with no hands while you faced him, so you had no choice but to turn around with your ass turned to him while facing the others. "Sekido didn't give you much of a choice, did he? How sad" Aizetsu said as you lowered yourself on Sekido's length, moaning as you took every inch and felt his cock stretching you out.

"Our slutty kitty is enjoying herself though. She's bouncing on it so hard that her tits might just slap her in the face." Karaku laughed. You placed your hands on the ground to slap your ass up and down on Sekido as you take it and look back at him. "Too embarrassed to look at the others?" Sekido teased as he grips onto your tail harder and spanks your ass.

You don't admit it to them but your tails and ears are just as sensitive as your clit. Having your tailed played with while getting fucked has always been a huge turn on. You didn't want Sekido to stop playing with it, you missed the feeling of being stuffed with cock that you started to moan away and not care about anyone hearing you.

Sekido grunts as he watches you make a mess on his cock and from watching your pretty ass jiggle everytime you bounced on it. "How does it feel y/n?" Urogi asked. Sekido, let's go of your tail and throws his head back, getting closer to his orgasm and how your pretty tail wraps to caresse his chest and under his chin. "S'good~ so good. I-im gonna cum again" you announced.

Sekido bottomed out and grabbed your hips. He started to thrust his hips upwards, hitting deep inside you, but it wasn't enough. He needed to ruin you. He pulls you backward, making your back back on his chest, and then grabs both your thighs and pulls your legs back. Your entire body as well as your stuffed pussy is now exposed to the others.

"Sekidooo~" You let out a long moan with his name as he used his strength to hold your body up and uses you to bounce on his cock. "Heh, what happened to letting her do all the work" Karaku said and Sekido just let out a deep moan. "Shut- ngh haa, the fuck up" Sekido said as he shuts his eyes and fucks you until your both cumming. Your thighs twitch as you felt his cock throbbing inside as he fills you up with his cum.

Sekido pulls you off his cock and watches you fall face frist into the grass with your ass up. He chuckled as he watches his cum leak out of you and then gave your ass another spank "don't pass out just yet kitten. You have three other demons to get fucked by. Your punishment isn't over," Sekido said and watched Karaku, Urogi, and Aizetsu surround you.

"But this punishment is so fun for her. Isn't that right, kitten?" Karaku said and fingers your pussu again to get Sekido's cum out of you. Your body jumps from your sesntive pussy being fingered again. You moan when Urogi starts to play with your tail and then gasped as he rips your shirt off. "we don't need this on you," he said

Aizetsu touches your ears and then rubs your bottom lip with his thumb with his other hand and then pulls your head up by your hair. "I'm going to fuck your throat okay? I know you can do it. It's sad how I have to teach you a lesson like this" he said and starts to slip his pants down to expose his vainy cock.

Karaku finished getting the cum out of you and gets himself underneath you "and you're gonna take both cocks at once. Maybe you'll behave if we do that," Karaku said started to slap his hard cock on your wet pussy. "Oh fuck~," you moaned as your body trembles from the slaps on your pussy.

"You sound so sexy when you cuss." Urogi grabs his ass, digging his nails into your skin and thrusts his cock between your ass cheeks "let me hear you scream for me" Urogi said as he lined his tip with your hole, thrusting the tip in and and moaned as he started to force his length inside your tight hole. "T-too much! Urogi!" You whined his name as your thighs flexed, and your nails dig into the ground as your ass hole started to stretch out.

"Relax kitten~, you're so tensed up. We just wanna fuck good~" Karaku said and let his head throw back as he slips his cock inside your pussy and pushing his hips upwards. Aizetsu pets your head, giving your ears a soft rub to adjust to two cocks inside you. He then turns your head to his cock and pressed his tips to your lips "open up, pretty kitten. I need you to suck it already." Aizetsu whimpered as his hips thrust in your face to make his tip part your lips.

Urogi thrust once more, making your body jerk forward and getting his cock inside your ass. Karaku is deep inside your pussy as well, you felt both cocks already hitting your g-spot and you could only respond with you a loud moan as mouth hung open and your tounge falling out.

This gave Aizetsu the opportunity to slowly push his cock inside your mouth and let's out shakey moans as he felt your warm, wet mouth. Karaku and Urogi started to fuck your holes slow, both thrusting your hips in and out not in rhythm together but at their own pacing.

Karaku spreads his legs more and holds your hips tighter to make his cock thrust easier inside.  He moans at your wetness, your pussy sucking him in so perfect he just had to lift his head up an suck on your nipples as he fucks you. You moan on Aizetsu's cock once you felt Karaku's tip hitting your cervix and his tounge playing with your nipples.

Urogi's thrusts started to become harder. Your body kept jerking forward as he hits deep inside "looks like you loved being fucked in the ass, your tail won't stop rubbing on me. Pretty kitty~" Urogi moans as he watches your tail caress his hips each time he pulls back and thrust his cock inside you and then your tail going to his chest and brushing over his nipples.

"You're being very obedient kitten," Aizetsu said as his thumbs play with your ears while holding onto your head. Aizetsu looks down and watches your lips wrap around his cock tightly and your teary eyes looking up at him "fuck her harder. She looks so pretty when she cries," Aizetsu said to Urogi and Karaku as he starts to shove his cock further down your throat.

You groan on Aizetsu's cock, making him moan from the vibrations around his cock when you felt Urogi and Karaku fucking your holes faster and harder. Tears roll down your face as you start to get fucked dumb in all three holes and when you looked up at Aizetsu you saw a small smirk curled on his lips just from seeing you cry from the over stimulation.

You couldn't announce your cumming. Aizetsu's cock was too far down your throat to speak and his balls slapping your chin. Karaku let out a dry chuckle with a moan as he felt your juices leak down on his shaft. "We didn't tell you that you could cum didn't we?" Karaku asked and Urogi laughed. "Poory kitty. You couldn't tell us since your throat is being stuffed with cock huh?" Urogi said and spanks both your ass cheeks.

You're sobbing with moans. It felt so good, too good to the point where your eyes rolled back, and your body trembled from their brutal thrusts. Your chin was covered in saliva as it drips from your mouth as Aizetsu starts to fuck your face faster "oh god~ I'm gonna cum. Oh fuck" Aizetsu whimpers and shuts his eyes.

You could taste his pre cum on his tounge and felt his cock stiffen as he cums down your throat. You choke slightly but breathe through your nose as Aizetsu holds the back of your head, keeping his abdomen pushed to your face. "Drink it for me. Don't let a single drop spill out"

"Fuck I don't think I'll hold out myself~" Urogi said as he kept up his brutal thrusts, grunting and breathing heavy as he pounds your ass until he came to a stop. Urogi holds your ass cheeks open as he cums inside your ass. Your blood runs down your thighs from Urogi's tight grip on your ass from his talons.

Moments after Karaku made a finally thrust, making your moan out as he pumps his load inside you. They stayed inside your holes for a few more seconds until their orgasms were done. "Fuck.." you whispered as your body collapses on Karaku "don't think you're done yet. You've got another round to go," Sekido said.

"Let's have her lay down. I feel sad that she's already fucked out" Aizetsu said and lays you on your side. He did the same thing and lay in front of you, which made Sekido groan. "That's the point. Besides, you're ready for more, aren't you?" Sekido asked with some concern yet sounding angery. You nod. "Use me as much as you want... master's," you said said.

Sekido and Aizetsu were shocked at what you said. "You didn't call us that!" Urogi said, and Karaku crossed his arms, feeling a bit hurt. "W-wait, I didn't... I just.." you said, realizing what you said and looking at Sekido and Aizetsu to explain yourself. "Call me your master again, pretty kitty" Aizetsu said and kisses your neck as he grinds his cock on your stomach.

Sekido let's out a dark chuckle as he lifts up your legs as he lays behind you. "Accident or not we are your fucking masters. And you're gonna be a good kitten and take both of our cocks" Sekido said and shoves his cock in your ass. Aizetsu crossed his leg over on sekido's as he positioned his cock to your pussy and pushes his length inside.

"Oh god! Y-yes masters~" you whimper and they start to fuck you rough since your holes have already been fucked by Karaku and Urogi. You look at Aizetsu as he fucks your pussy side ways and pull him in for a deep kiss. Sekido bites the back of your neck, making you moan in Aizetsu's mouth.

Sekido licks the blood spilling from your neck and kisses it "so good, so fucking tight. Gonna fill you up again" Sekido growled as he fucks your ass sideways and makes his skim clap on yours. Aizetsu's hand reaches up to your booobs and grabs a hand full of it. He gropes your tit and plays with your nipple between his fingers while continuing to snap his while moaning in your mouth.

"Come here," Sekido growled and pulled your hair to pull your lips away from Aizetsu's and onto his. Aizetsu whimpered from your lips leaving his but continued to fuck your pussy and reaching his hand down to rub at your clit. "Sekido~ mhm~" you tounge kiss him for a few seconds until he pulled back and catches your tail in his mouth.

You mewl, clenching down on both of them until they groaned as Sekido licks and bites on your sensitive tail. "I-its too much! Gonna cum, again!" You let out high pitched moans as you felt your body getting hotter, your head feeling light and the excitement building up in your chest as well as your orgasm.

"Cum for me" Aizetsu whined and grips onto your waist "I wanna see you squirt. Please? You'll do that, right baby?" Aizetsu begged. "You're going to squirt for me. Gonna pound this ass till you do and your gonna take my cum inside your filthy hole again. Right? Slutty kitten?" Sekido asked.

Your body jerks back and forth from Aizetsu and Sekido sandwiching you. "Yes! Yes, yes!~" you screamed in pleasure as your lips quivered and tears rolling down your face as you squirt. Your juices spray out onto Aizetsu's thighs, even getting some of it on Sekido as well.

They continue to fuck you through your orgasm, watching as your eyes rolled back until they cummed. "Don't push it out, kitten. Keep it inside" Aizetsu kissed you as he fucks his cum back inside while riding out his orgasm. "Let a single drop spill out and I'm fucking you dumb again" Sekido threatened and grinds his hips onto your ass, not pulling out until seconds after.

The rough punishment was done. You lied there until Sekido and Aizetsu fully dressed themselves. Aizetsu is the only that picks you up and you cling to him, weakly "please don't leave~ I'll let you fuck me again so you don't go~" you looked at Aizetsu and turning your head to Sekido, then Urogi and Karaku.

"Well, you've always wasted our time to do our job, so we have no choice but to stay with you," Sekido said and turned his back to you, feeling flustered. "As much as I love to fuck you senseless it's time I take a break and play with our pretty kitty for real" Karaku said and kissed your forehead.

Urogi hugs you, along with Aizetsu, and rubs his cheek on yours. "Let's go give her a bath!" Urogi said. "we all need one. Especially you, " Sekido said to Urogi, but he just flew in the air to avoid what Sekido said. Karaku laughed and walked back to the cottage standing next to Sekido. Aizetsu kisses both your ears and then your forehead. "Forgive Urogi for ripping your shirt. Would you like to wear my one of my kimonos? It would look like a dress on you," Aizetsu said.

"I'd love that so much," you whisper and wrap your arms around Aizetsu and fall asleep in his arms as he carries you back to the cottage.

[jellolegos]

you mentioned that palaeography in hotd can be considered your special interest, yet the only thing i know about it is that it studies writing in historical context

SO please tell me more?? was it high valyrian that sparked the interest? if it was, what moment did? and has grammar changed over the years? does it have an interrelation with cultural events? i will read literally anything you would like to ramble about

genuine curiosity of a linguistics major

and, cannot miss a chance to say, your art is absolutely utterly stunning :)

thank you in advance!

Oh of course! My apologies, I think I may have been misleading, I've mostly been interested in the type of script they are using in the show. Unfortunately I've always been a bit more numerate rather than literate (as I am certain you'll pick up on as you read my writing, it has never been my strong suit) so honestly I haven't a clue about linguistic aspects! But, I believe the creator of the languages in the HotD/GoT universe is actually on here, his blog is: @dedalvs :)

Mostly what I meant by 'Palaeography' is since we have such a lovely opportunity to see book pages in HOTD I've been very much interested in what script model the artist was attempting to imitate.

I, I think like a lot of other hobbyists of niche interests, am always interested to see what gets translated from real life to screen. Just as I'd imagine you're interested in the conlang aspects of HotD! So I've been really interested to see what they're trying to do with the books in HotD. Without futher ado...

Hotd, Palaeography, and a Needlessly Thorough Examination of a Manuscript Page

All manuscripts I talk about here have clickable digitised links, so if you want to take a peep beyond what I talk about, feel free. They are really lovely manuscripts!

Disclaimer before the yapping commences that I am a Pre-Conquest gal and most of what I'll be talking about is Post-Conquest, and also that my research at a graduate/post-graduate level has been more involved with manuscript materiality (which I am again, happy to talk about, just not on this already-overly-wordy ask), rather purely palaeographic pursuits.

I should also say that none of this analysis is significant for any reason relating to the plot; this is just an examination of the prop art!

Also I am definitely NOT an expert in any way, shape, or form, so there are absolutely things I am missing here, there, everywhere... you have been warned.

Onto the yap...

Explaining the Frame

Before I fully get into it I think it is a little bit important to establish why historians study scripts at all. In a modern world, where writing is ubiquitous and literacy rates are high, it can be sometimes hard to understand why scripts are historically consequential (and why Pre-Reaganite/Thatcherite austerity, there were such things as tenured Professors of Palaeography!).

I think the best way to frame this is to use an example:

Above are two paintings. They are depicting the military action and are created with the same tools and by artists living in the same century and a half and in broadly the same geographical location. Now, if I were to say something like 'These are both paintings of military actiom, therefore they are the same', technically I wouldn't be incorrect. But I would be missing a huge component of these pieces!

In other words, just like painting, the form is just as important as the content itself; a scribe does not simply choose to write differently one day to the next but rather scripts, like any other art form, are nuanced and just as worthy of study as the actual text itself. As vehicles of text, how that text is manipulated, displayed and otherwise portrayed, can often tell us (as historians - amateur or not) a great deal about the surrounding historical period.

So something that is important to remember as I describe what is essentially, font analysis, is that the value placed on said font in an academic context is the result of historical weight placed on script that is almost entirely alien to a world where I can easily swap between Arial and Papyrus.

So, what script do they use in the HotD manuscript??

I can tell you its most certainly attempting to imitate a form of textualis. As one of the most profuse (spatially and temporally) script models, I would say it's a great choice. I think it the popular conception of manuscripts (what a manuscript should look like), this is what people would probably choose precisely for that reason! Textualis is/was popular from the thirteenth through the fifteenth centuries across Europe.

MS545 -14thc.

It was developed as a documentary script (aka used for documents, such as charters) but came to be used more often in prestige non-documentary manuscripts (like liturgical volumes, or conceivably, like Nymeria's history).

A charter with the seal intact from Magdalen College, Ox

It comes in different forms called 'grades', what those 'grades' are really depends on which scholar you want to follow. From my teaching, they are precissa, quadrata, semi-quadrata, and rotunda (from highest grade to lowest grade). Without getting into too much detail, different grades of textualis are often determined by the shape of the minims (aka bottom of the letter).

(Clockwise from upper left: Precissa [all letters are terminated neatly at the baseline - MS233 -14thc], Quadrata [all letters have little diamonds at the bottom - MS545 -14thc.] Semi-Quadrata [minims with intermittent attempts at feet - MSStowe17 - 14thc] Rotunda [rounded out minims - MS Add. 2. 263]).

Part of the reason this distinction is made, both between different grades of textualis and also between scripts used for documentary text and those used for non-documentary text is because manuscripts were/are valuable objects. It will obviously take longer for a scribe to diamond off every. single. minim. than it would for them to have letters flow into each other.

Something that is often forgotten in our modern period of relative book ubiquity is that manuscripts were objects subject to market forces as much as they were art pieces or vehicles of text. All things 'manuscript', from the scribes writing it to the pigment and vellum, were subject to various degrees of scarcity and luxury (which is actually what my research is about!). Below is an example of a scribe advertising their different grades of script.

MS e.Mus 198* - 14thc.

A closer look...?

Beyond just going 'yea they kinda look similar!' (deceptively, a lot of what manuscript scholarship is, lol), I can pull out a few things point me in the textualis direction. Let's take a look at the shapes of 'O' 'N' and 'G'. Our 'o' here is distinctively six-sided, which is also present on the main body of the 'g'. The 'n' similarly has a pronounced parallel line shape, with tapering on the curves.

Generally textualis has a very compact look with attention to downstrokes and neat parallel lines creating almost a 'box' effect with the x-height (aka how tall the x's are). I'm not sure how best to explain this but there is a keen dynamism in different parts of the stroke, with drastic differences in width between various parts of the ascenders/descenders in a letterform. The thick and thin elements of a letterform (such as the short corners on the 'o' or the often hairline strokes that connect the upper loop on an 'a' to the bottom loop), are really exaggerated in these scripts in a way you don't see with other earlier or later scripts.

For reference (an oversimplification to be sure, but a helpful one! Note that some of these scripts are geographically restricted, used only in Insular or Continental scribal environs)

^ Here are some real life examples of those same letter forms (L to R - LPL MS209 13thc, LPL MS75 13th c , LPL MS545 14th/15thc,)

While textualis was one of the more popular script models, other scripts were also popular in England at this time (roughly, lol). Anglicana and then Secretary hands rose to prominence, as you can see they look quite a bit different from textualis.

(MS Ashmole 35-15thc.)

These were considered lower grade scripts, used more often for documents as they can be written more quickly (important when you have many things to write!). So if we were able to take a peek at some of those scrolls that are in the Dragonstone Library, maybe we'd be able to find HotD's equivalent.

There is some crossover between these scripts and some sticky stuff about regionality, I know very little beyond surface-level, so I'm just going to point you to the resources I linked at the end.

Am Dipl. Dan LX- 15thc. with some other ones

The broad point is that textualis is most certainly a major mediaeval script, one I believe served as reference for the HotD manuscript, but it was not the only one present during the high middle ages. Now... would this script have been used at all during the succession wars that served as HotD's inspiration...?

Inspiration and Historicity:

If we're going on what scripts would have looked like in the period of the Dance's inspiration (Empress Mathilda), I would say this particular script is a bit late. Textualis reaches its more formalised state beginning at the end of the twelfth century (really, the thirteenth but..), so a little early for Rhaenyra's/Mathilda's 1115. Instead, assuming that this is entirely like our own mediaeval period, we'd be looking at the script that precedes it, called protogothic. Here are some examples:

(MS Digby 83 - 12th c England)

(CC MS 95 -12th c England)

A vernacular hand (aka. non-Latin, here old English), may look a little different. Here's one example, in what I would call Anglo-caroline script. Again, just like our documentary/non-documentary, purpose, and cost factors weigh into the script model chosen for a piece of text, so does the language (although Anglo-caroline was not restricted to vernacular!):

(MS 180, 12th c England)

You can probably see how the more formal textualis is an evolution of protogothic, rendered more professionally as the high middle ages came to pass. There is definitely a lot of interesting discussion about how script models take hold as lay literacy rates increase, as scribal practice begins to move from monasteries and limited courtly settings to 'professional scribes', but I won't get into it here.

The Critique (that no one asked for):

If I had to give an artist who did the HOTD prop a few pointers (my opinion that they definitely didn't ask for + I think they did great overall + mandatory 'script is highly variable, some of these pointers may not apply'), I would say the following:

1. Textualis in the real world, generally but not always, tends to have a two compartment 'a', it retains this from protogothic which in turn stole it from Anglo-caroline. Scripts in England prior to Anglo-caroline (which was a combination Anglo [English/Insular] and caroline [Continental/Carolingian] - see timeline above) more often used single compartment 'a's, so the dual compartment is a bit of a bigger deal.

MS Douce 366- 13thc

2. 'S' letterforms in textualis tend to be very compact. They often come in two shapes, the 'long s' and our more familiar 's' shape. In both forms there is attention to maintaining a compact figure, so when you have an entire page the x-height is strictly adhered to. By having some extra little whirly lines, the page image in the HotD manuscript is less neat overall. One exception tends to be sentence-initial 'S' letterforms, which are exaggerated because they start the sentence.

MS Bodl476- 13thc

Above are three 's' letterforms, spelling 'zacharias. Susci-(tavit-cutoff). We finish 'zacharias' with a familiar s. The next sentence starts with an exaggerated word-initial 's' which is purposefully larger and with significant spurs to signal the start of the sentence. Finally, we also have a 'long' s which looks like an l with an overhang, or an 'f' without the cross. You'll notice that the first 's' does not exceed the height of anything else in the word. Similarly, the 'long' s generally fits with the aspect of the script model, made with a thick downstroke. Only the second 'S', which is the largest, is purposefully flared to start the sentence.

On rewatching, we do get something similar-ish to majuscule letters to start sentences on other pages

It may seem a little silly, but I think the HotD script lacks this same internal logic and the flairs, which aren't technically incorrect, work against the overall appearance of the page, rendering it messier.

3. Some addtl. silly ones: 'i's in textura are not frequently dotted, those marks above letters are abbreviation marks e.g. p(er), domin(us). 'T's are usually crossed at the top rather than the middle until the late mediaeval period (again, carry over from previous scripts). Plausibly, it could look like this one from the lower Rhineland, which is less attached to that compact look overall:

MSDouce 185- 14thc.

But you'll notice a few things. The 'i's are marked with hairline marks (Michelle Brown calls these 'a light serif'), not the big dots we get with the HotD manuscript, and those 't' bars are really pretty high with exception where one letter flows into the next ('noctis' and 'peste' in line 1, 'est' with a long 's' is one I also often see with a high t bar).

A lot of this criticism on the letterforms, which is most certainly very annoying (who really gives a fuck), again just comes down to the fact that all historical scripts had an internal logic to them, and so these tiny tweaks could make the page as a whole look a little better.

4. There appears to be a great deal of space (imo too much) between the lines of text. Vellum is expensive! Even when there is deliberate space left empty in manuscripts, its not generally between the lines of text; the goal is to be relatively economical with your space, keeping significant breaks in text for mostly 1) thematic changes (ends of chapters, verses, etc.) 2) poetry lineation 3) dramatic visual effect.

(MS 52 - 9thc, - notice how space is filled with punctuation and drawn out terminal strokes to keep the diamond shape [dramatic visual effect], MS218 - 10thc. [poetry lineation])

5. Very very annoying but: in my opinion would be very difficult to rip a manuscript the way that Rhaenyra is able to. There is a very good reason why we have so many manuscripts from 1400 years ago, and that is because those things are BEASTS. There's definitely a phenomenon of survivorship bias, but any royal manuscript would be made with a well prepared skin and would be very difficult to tear.

I am aware that the very clear message of the scene is Rhaenyra's disregard for history and norms (literally ripping apart the annals of history with her bare hands), I wonder if we could have the same effect but with Rhaenyra pulling out a pen-knife or the like. She would still be destroying the manuscript, just with the weapons of war rather than with her hands.

Example of embroidery to repair a manuscript (Morgan Library)- Again, absolute beasts compared to modern books.

On manuscript physics...We also see one of the manuscripts have this wild separation between the text block and the spine:

Unlike modern book manufacturing, manuscripts usually have a very solid connection between the text block and the spine. This might be harder to verbalise than it is to show, so...The House of Stopan has lovely videos of the process, which I will be stealing for example here. Pages are sewn together on "cords":

Those cords are then cut short and frayed, then pulled through the book boards (which were usually actual pieces of thin wood, here however he's using a thicker cardboard). They're then glued to the boards.

A piece of leather (or other material), is then draped over and glued to the spine + on the outside of the boards. Those points of elevation on the spine, which I've seen added for purely aesthetic reasons in modern books (such as collector's editions), in manuscripts are actually the leather being smoothed over and shaped to the cords underneath.

The leather/material is prepared specifically so it conforms to the text block beneath. Pieces of thin cardboard or supporting material may be added between the cords on the spine.

If we take a look at this intact 11th c. Greek binding (sorry, only one I could find available!) you can actually still see the cords. In other words, I believe that an entire separation of the text block from the spine wouldn't really be plausible with a high grade manuscript (such as a courtly copy). I am no expert on manuscript manufacture, but within my knowledge of bookmaking, it stood out to me a bit! Happy to be corrected on this one especially :]

MS1175- 11thc

6. If I had to make one final note, so much of the series emphasises the fact that this is 200 years before GoT. There are attempts to archaeise various aspects of the keep and the armour. I would personally choose a script model that is a little older. I think there was probably a choice made about how accessible they wanted the manuscript text to be (so that dweebs like myself could actually read what's on the page), and I think using a slightly older script model like uncial/half-uncial would still reach that benchmark while appearing 'older'.

The Rushworth Gospels- 9thc.

Quite strangely enough Merlin, for all its historical inaccuracy actually does a really good job of hitting most of those notes I mentioned above (two compartment a's, neatly written 's's, etc.). Whether this would've been the actual script model used in Merlin's actual period is a whole different thing... and actually closer to my research interests!

As I mentioned at the beginning, I am not an expert in any sense of the word. For further reading you can check out Guide to Scripts Used in English Writings up to 1500, Cambridge History of the Book in Britain Series, A Guide to Western Historical Scripts from Antiquity to 1600 (although the plates kinda suck ass so beware.. the tragedies of photocopy technology), as really lovely books/series if you are interested! I find them to be very approachable reading for specialists/non-specialists alike and they are written by really the people who actually know about these things.

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[holdmytesseract]

Royal Visitors

☆ The Baby Fever AU ☆

Loki x Y/N feat. baby Narfi & Ella

Summary: Odin and Frigga come to visit the newest member of the family - baby Narfi. But things don't always go by plan, right? Especially not, when Ella comes home with her uncle Scott in tow...

Warnings: fluff, fluff and even more fluff! slight thirst? 👀 baby things and a lot of humour! scott being a dork. 😂

Word Count: 4k

a/n: @fictive-sl0th asked me, if I would write this - and of course I couldn't say no. 🥰 So well... Here you go! I hope you, my wonderful friend and everyone else likes this! 🥰

I'd also like to dedicate this story to @smolvenger . I hope this little, funny fluff piece can conjure a smile on your face. 🫂

Baby Fever Crew: (Let's try 'em tags again! I hope it works! ☺️) @km-ffluv @lokisgoodgirl @eleniblue @vbecker10 @loz-3 @jennyggggrrr @lokisninerealms @peaches1958 @multifandom-worlds @fictive-sl0th @lovingchoices14 @simping-for-marvel @stupidthoughtsinwriting @lou12346789 @kimanne723 @coldnique @lady-rose-moon @acefeather2002 @aagn360 @mostclevermiss @iamlokisgloriouspurpose @chennqingg @anukulee @lokiforever

Peeps who I think might be interested in this as well: @mochie85 @muddyorbsblr @evelyn-kingsley ☺️

Baby Fever Masterlist °☆• Masterlist

"Babe, when are your parents going to be here again?" You asked your husband, while cradling the tiny boy you squeezed out of you a mere week ago in your arms; breastfeeding him. Loki turned to face you; stirring the cup of coffee in his hands. His hair was positively a mess. He was wearing nothing but black boxershorts and a matching black and very stained tank top. The dark shadows underneath his eyes were the result of the lack of sleep he suffered from the past days. Having a newborn again and a six-year-old wasn't easy for him, nor for you. Especially for him, though, because he made sure that you got as much rest as possible; still needing to recover from the not so easy-going birth.

"Umm..." Loki checked the time, "In about... two hours." and took a sip of his coffee. "Alright. I have to get ready then. Take a shower, put on fresh clothes... Probably even brush my teeth..." Loki gave you an incredulous look, before he made his way over to where you sat at the dining table; passing by the kitchen counter. "You can do that, my love, but first..." He reached for the dozed off baby in your arms, "You are going to take a much-needed nap. Unless I'll have to fear that you are going to pass out in the shower - which wouldn't be good." and took tiny Narfi - who had himself curled up in a fetal position, in his strong, muscular arms. "And I am going to look after this little man, yes?"

You blinked; tired brain trying to process his words. "But... But babe... You only just got up from a nap, because Narfi woke you... You need rest, too. After all, you watched him almost the whole night and morning. Plus, you helped Ella getting ready for primary school. I can't ask you to look after him again, while I-" The god had heard enough and successfully shut you up with his lips on yours; kissing you gently. "Darling... This goes without saying. Of course, I am doing this for you. I'm your husband. We are partners. A team... And this little prince here is my son as well. Not just yours. I am his father and I have the responsibility to look after him as well - just like you. But the decisive and important difference is, that you carried him for over six months within your womb; keeping him safe and sound. You birthed him - which was very difficult, nerve-wracking and exhausting. You deserve and need the rest. I can see when the mother of my children needs a break - and I'll not let it happen that you pass out because of exhaustion. So please... Take a nap."

You were stunned. Utterly touched by Loki's words.

Blue eyes looked deeply into yours, while he shifted Narfi, so that he could intertwine a hand with yours. "Please." He added; gently squeezing your hand.

You felt how your emotions got stuck in your throat; eyes becoming teary. "Oh Lokes, I... I don't know what to say, I..." You stood up; moving to wrap both your arms around his waist. "Thank you, baby. I love you so much. You are the best. I couldn't have wished for a better husband and father." The god smiled; kissing you once more. "I love you, too, my goddess. And now off with you. I want to see that pretty ass in our bed now. Get some rest."

While you laid down and slept in only after a few minutes. Sleeping like a log; Loki took care of the newest addition to his family. He carried Narfi around a little longer, to make sure that he stayed asleep, before he laid him down in the crib - which stood inside your shared bedroom. Then he went to the living room and decided to help you out a little more; folding some laundry. Mostly onesies, rompers, bibs and burp cloths. Unfortunately, it was a very... Let's say tiring task, and so the god slept in as well; cuddling the onesie he was about to fold. The cup of coffee he had consumed was not helping him to stay awake; failing - and perhaps it wasn't the best idea of him to cover himself up with a soft, warm and inviting blanket. Therefore, that nobody was awake now and watched the time, two hours flew by within the blink of an eye and it came how it had to come...

The Bifrost opened up in the middle of the living room with a rather loud 'wooosh' - but it didn't bother all sleeping members of the family at all. Everybody was way too tired to care. Even Narfi slept through it.

Odin and Frigga appeared; standing now where the rainbow light once was. They both noticed immediately that it was awfully quiet. No Ella who came running excitedly up to them... No you, who greeted them warmly, nor their son. Not even the coos and cries of a newborn could be heard. Nothing. Just entire silence.

The couple exchanged a look. "No welcoming committee?" Asked the Allfather almost sceptically. "You did tell our son that we would come at this time of the day?" Frigga nodded, "I did, dear." and finally started to look around. It didn't take long for her to find her son - deep asleep on the sofa; snugly wrapped up in a blanket. She smiled, "But perhaps they were victims of a higher power." and tapped her husband's arm gently; making him see. He huffed. "What are we going to do now?" "Let them rest and come back later." Odin shook his head. "Dear wife... As you should know, I am a king. I have a kingdom to rule and duties to follow. I don't have the time - unfortunately," stated the king and approached the sleeping Loki.

"Son. Wake up." No reaction. Odin cleared his throat and raised his voice. "Loki!" It helped. The god ripped his eyes open and literally jumped up. "Yes, Sir, I'm awake, Sir!" He almost shouted; blanket falling around his ankles and the onesie hanging messily over his shoulder - just like his hair. Again. Loki was definitely completely out of it; caused by Odin, who ripped him so 'harshly' and sudden out of his deep slumber.

While Frigga placed a hand over her mouth to stop herself from giggling like a maid, who had heard the newest gossip, Odin was rather shocked at his son's messy appearance. Sure, he had a newborn child, but where was his royal behaviour? "Son..." The Allfather started, shaking his head. "What in the nine realms are you wearing?" Loki blinked; was still trying to properly wake up and looked down himself; seeing the stains on his top - which undoubtedly came from Narfi, and that he was basically just in underwear. Oh.

Swallowing hard, he quickly scrambled to get away from the sofa - and the blanket, and snapped his fingers; letting his seidr correct his outfit. "A-Apologies, father, I-" Frigga lifted a hand and placed it on the now black shirt clad chest of Loki; interrupting him. "Don't be, my dear. We understand." She gave him a heartwarming smile, which calmed the god down. "Thank you, mother." Frigga nodded and cupped his cheek for a moment, before she let go.

"Where is your wife and daughter?" Odin questioned Loki then, looking around. "Oh, um, Ella is out with her uncle Scott. He shows her around his father-in-law's superhero suit laboratory and Y/N is sleeping. She's been very exhausted." Loki had no other words to describe his father what his daughter was doing. How should he explain this? The Pym particles? That they were able to shrink you or grow you to the size of Asgard's palace? Right… He couldn't.

Odin frowned; was visibly confused. "What by the holy roots of Yggdrasil…?" Yeah… Exactly, Loki thought. "It's science, father. That's a complicated Midgardian thing." Frigga again just giggled, while Odin huffed, "Such foolery. I'll never understand those Midgardians." and shook his head. "Now, may we move on to the reason why your mother and I made our way here? We wish to see our newest grandchild, don't we?" The Allmother rolled subtly her eyes at her husband's behaviour, but nodded; giving her son a smile.

You and Loki hadn't told his parents yet if you were having a boy or a girl. Both, you and him agreed to keep it a secret and surprise them. Actually, you wanted to do it together, but when Loki saw you sleeping so peacefully and soundly; wrapped up in your oversized cuddle blanket, he didn't have the heart to wake you up. So, Loki tiptoed over to the little crib and slid both his big hands underneath the small body of his son, in order to lift him up in his arms. Narfi stirred; scrunched his little face. "No, no, no, don't wake up, little prince," Loki whispered; rocking him gently. "It's all good. Daddy just wants you to meet your grandparents. They are beyond excited to meet you." The god continued to whisper to the infant, while he carried him towards the living room.

"Mother, father..." He announced his return with a smile. "It is an utmost pleasure for me to introduce you to your sweet, little grandson - Narfi." Frigga gasped as she laid eyes upon the baby; eyes starting to get clouded by tears. She was visibly happy.

While the Allmother gasped and tried to hold back her tears of happiness, Odin let out a loud, uh, shriek of happiness. It almost sounded like a battle cry; causing both Loki and Frigga to flinch. "A boy! A boy! Finally another man in the family! An heir to the throne! A new ki-" The Allfather cut off his own sentence, as he saw the bombastic side eye his wife was giving him. She was clearly not amused by his reaction. Odin cleared his throat; giving his son, who was looking quite a bit confused at him a nod, before he reached out a hand and clapped him forcefully on the shoulder. "I-I meant great, my son. Producing such strong and healthy children."

Loki - and Frigga were both still not quite convinced by his choice of words, but either way, Loki knew that his father was happy. That he was proud of him and his kids - and that made the god smile. "Would one of you like to hold him?" At this question, Odin got surprisingly excited. "I definitely wish to hold my grandson! May I?" Loki blinked; smiling, "Of course, father." and handed Narfi carefully over. The king looked down at the newborn; the softest of smiles twitching at the corners of his mouth. "He's a broth of a man, son. But why is he still in his Jotun form?" "Oh, uh, he just hasn't learned to shapeshift yet. Ella could do it immediately, but Narfi's got more of my Frost Giant genes and needs a bit more time to learn," the god tried to explain.  "Ah, I see."

"Shall we have a seat?" Loki continued; gesturing towards the sofa. Both royals took the offer and sat down. Odin handed Narfi then over to his wife. "He is truly a wonderful, sweet little boy, my dear. You can be proud." Loki smiled; eyes fixated on the still sleeping infant. "I am, mother, I am - but I am even more proud of Y/N. The pregnancy, all that happened while she was pregnant and the birth itself were anything but easy and she did so great; worked so hard to bring him into this world." Frigga - and even Odin nodded; agreeing. "Indeed she is, Loki. Without a doubt one of the strongest women I know."

You had been asleep for a good while now, but your motherly instincts had tickled you awake. A sleepy gaze on the alarm clock, standing on your bedside table told you, that you had slept for almost three hours now. Three hours and Narfi didn't wake me once? You thought; felt the said motherly instincts kicking in.

Rubbing the remaining sleep from your eyes, you yawned and got quickly up; walking over to the crib - only to see that it was empty. A wave of panic and fear rolled over you, until your hazy brain told you, that Loki was with your baby; causing immediate relief to wash over you.

Making your way to the bathroom then; you heard voices coming from down the hall - and suddenly you remembered. Odin and Frigga wanted to visit you! And you slept through it. Shit. Quickly closing the door behind yourself, you took a pee and tried to make yourself look a bit more... presentable. We spoke about the king and queen of Asgard... They were royalty. After checking yourself in the mirror, you decided to join 'the party.'

The first thing you saw when you stepped inside the living room, were three adults, who had their gazes fixated on little Narfi; laying in his grandmother's arms. He was awake; cooing and gurgling - definitely being the main attraction and superstar.

You smiled; stepping closer. "Seems like the little prince met his grandparents already." At the sound of your voice, every head turned to face you. Loki was, of course, the first to react. He got up and walked over to you; gently placing both his hands on your hips. "Darling. As I can see, sleep has released you from its powerful clasp?" You nodded; smiling softly at all the love and affection Loki gave you in this moment - despite his parents presence.

"And as I can see, have the king and queen already met our little prince," you replied; standing on tiptoes and gazing over your husband's shoulder. "Indeed, darling. Apologies. I meant to wait for you, but you slept so peacefully... I didn't want to wake you." "It's okay, babe." You reassured him and placed a chaste kiss on his lips, before you stepped past him - out of his embrace and approached your son, Odin and Frigga.

The Allmother handed Narfi quickly over again to her husband and stood up; opening her arms. "Y/N, my dear," she said, pulling you into a hug. Frigga was - without a doubt, one of the sweetest and kindest souls you knew. "How are you feeling? I hope you could recover a bit?" You smiled; hugging her back. "I could, yes, thank you. I still feel tired, but it's way better." "Oh, that is very reassuring to hear."

You then greeted Odin as well, who was very enthralled with your little baby boy - just like everyone. You sat down on the sofa then - in between Loki's legs; leaning against his chest, with his arms loosely wrapped around you. Narfi quite enjoyed all the attention he got. Just like being held and carried the whole time, so it was no wonder that he slept in soon again.

After a little while, 'the party' got even bigger... Scott returned Ella back home - and of course she had asked him to visit her little brother as well, to which Scott couldn't say no. And perhaps Ella forgot, that her grandparents were on a visit already...

She gently opened the main door, having learned that she must be quiet in case Narfi was sleeping and tiptoed inside the apartment. Loki had practically enchanted the door knob, so that Ella could make her way inside her home without knocking or taking a key with her. She was already a big girl, but watching over an important key was perhaps a too big task yet. So, whenever she wanted to go back inside, the doorknob turned into a doorhandle for her.

"Come on, uncle Scott!" Ella quietly, but excitedly called out; holding the door open. Scott grinned at her and sneaked inside; walking on his tiptoes. After Ella had closed the door again, they both sneaked down the hall - like agents, on their way to find her parents and brother. "I hear voices, Agent Ella. I think your brother might be awake." The little girl had to suppress her giggles. "I think that too, Mr. Ant-Man. It comes from the living room, so we should go there." "Alright. Lead the way, Agent."

Getting closer, the hushed voices got clearer - and suddenly Ella realised. "Ohh..." "What is it, Agent Ella? Have you been hit?! Is there an enemy close?!" Once again, she had to suppress her giggles. "Nooo, Mr. Ant-Man. But my grandparents are here. I could hear grandma Frigga talking." Scott's eyes widened. "Ohh... So you've got very royal visitors today?" "Uh.Huh. But that's okay. I'll take you to see Narfi anyways. Let's go, uncle Sc- I-I mean, Mr. Ant-Man."

Together, they reached the living room. Ella peeked around the door frame first; analysing the situation. She saw how Narfi was laying in Frigga's arms, while she fed him a bottle. Odin sat beside her - just like you and Loki. "Mr. Ant-Man, we're clear!" Ella turned and whispered to Scott, "All right, Agent." before she peeked around the corner again. "Hi mommy, hi daddy, hi grandma Frigga and grandpa Odin!" The little girl chimed happily, causing everyone to look at her with a smile. Scott, being the dorky and funny guy he was mimicked Ella. He peeked around the corner above her, smiling as well. "Hi Y/N, hi Loki, hi Ella's grandparen- I-I mean greetings, your majesties!"

Ella giggled like mad at her uncle Scott's funny behaviour. She adored him - without a doubt. You had to suppress a giggle as well, while Loki rolled his eyes. And Odin and Frigga? Well, they were quite a bit taken by surprise and confused. After all, they didn't have a single clue who Scott was...

"Hi princess, hi Scottie!" You answered, giving them an amused smile. "Laing, what are you doing here?" Asked your husband, visibly annoyed by the friendly Avenger. Scott wanted to answer, but Ella was the one who did. "He brought me home, daddy, from our expo- No, uh... Expola- Exploration!" "Exploration? That sounds quite exciting, if I may say so," chimed in Frigga, while she still fed the bottle to Narfi. "What did you explore, sweetie?" You asked. Scott didn't tell you what exactly he wanted to show Ella. Just that he was going to take her to Hank's laboratory - and you trusted your friend, of course. After all, he was a father, too.

Ella smiled, grabbed Scott by the hand and pulled him after her inside the living room. "He showed me his friends!" "His friends?" Questioned the Allmother. Loki, though, had already a guess. "Oh norns..." He whispered under his breath. "Uh.Huh!" The little girl let go of Scott's hand again, in order to greet everybody. Hugging you, Frigga and even her grandfather; pressing a smacking kiss on Narfi's tiny, chubby cheek and lastly running into her father's arms. It was the hug that lasted the longest - and everyone understood, because all knew that Ella was a daddy's girl. It hadn't changed and probably never would.

"He showed me his ants!" She announced proudly and happily then, causing Odin's eyes to widen. "Ants?! That mortal showed you ants?!" "Yes, grandpa Odin. Scott has sooo many of them and they are so cute and friendly!" The girl explained; totally ignoring Odin's confusion and aversion. "That is ridiculous," the Allfather whispered under his breath, while Ella talked away; earning another side eye from his wife.

"Well, that sounds amazing, sweetie!" You said, giving your daughter a good feeling - and Scott, too. "Scottie, would you like to sit down, have a cuppa coffee?" You then offered; smiling. Loki wasn't amused, what his eyes told you immediately, but you didn't care. Scott was your friend - and definitely Ella's friend. The man with short black-brown hair smiled, nodding. "I'd love to!" "Great! On my w-" You wanted to stand up, to get Scott that cup of coffee, when Loki leapfrogged you. "I'll get our favourite insect a cup of coffee, love." You blinked; were a bit surprised, but nodded. "Alright, babe, thanks."

While Loki was away, you decided to put Narfi down and lay him inside his crib, since he got quite a bit whiny and fractious. After all, there were suddenly a whole lot of people here, directing all their attention on him... Perhaps it became a little too much for the newborn now. So, you took Narfi in your arms and carried him back into yours and Loki's bedroom.

When Loki and you were away, Ella pulled Scott over to the sofa; making him sit down between her and Odin - and the Avenger was visibly excited about this. After all, he sat beside a king! A real king! An excited, hyped grin was painted on his face, as he slid closer towards the Allfather. "So, uh, Mr. Odin - your majesty, Sir..." Odin turned his head slowly; facing him, but he was definitely not quite as amused as Scott was. "How is it to be a king? It must be so freaking awesome and- Oh ma gosh... Is that gold?" He saw the buttons who kept his robe attached to his tunic. Odin wasn't wearing his armour today, since he was on this family trip, but nevertheless was he dressed royally. "Real gold??" Odin nodded; confirming Scott's assumption. "Wooow... And... And that robe..." The black-brown haired man continued; grabbing a fistful of the king's red robe. "What awesome kind of fabric is that? Some kind of cotton mix? It isn't polyester, is it??"

Odin wasn't very pleased about a mere Midgardian touching his robe. "No, it certainly isn't." He hissed and gave it a tug, to pull the fabric straight out of Scott's hands. "It is fine Asgardian silk." Scott's eyes widened and he smiled even brighter; absolutely not caring that the Allfather didn't like what he was doing. "Wow! That's so cool, I swear!"

While Odin became more and more annoyed with every passing minute; Frigga and Ella were having a hard time to suppress their giggles.

Later on, when your guests had left and Narfi was fed, you decided to take a bath, in order to relax a bit. Loki let you, of course; was more than happy that you took time for yourself to relax.

Now the god was laying on the sofa, wrapped up in a soft blanket with Narfi sleeping on his bare chest, as Ella made her way inside the living room. She was already dressed in her pyjamas; ready for bed. Loki saw her tiptoeing inside the room and smiled. "Hey there princess," he whispered; already shifting a bit. He knew what was coming and therefore lifted the blanket. Ella smiled her brightest smile, causing the proud dad's heart to skip a beat. She hopped on the sofa, crawled underneath the blanket and cuddled close to her father and brother. There needed no words to be exchanged. Just love. Loki wrapped his free arm around his daughter and dipped his head to press a lingering kiss on her head.

The three of them just laid there and enjoyed the cuddles. No words were spoken, until Ella decided to change it.

"Daddy?" "Yes, princess?" "Can I visit uncle Scott sometime again?" Loki smiled. He and Laing probably weren't best friends, but Ella adored him, so why denying her that? "Of course you can, Ella." "Really?" She quipped excitedly; blue eyes shining. "Really." "Yay!" Loki chuckled; the vibration of his chest causing Narfi to whine subtly - and Loki stopped immediately. "Apologies, little prince."

The conversation died down then, until Ella spoke up once more.

"Daddy?" The god hummed in response. "I invited uncle Scott to come to Asgard with us." Loki blinked; was quite a bit shocked. "You... You... What? Why?" "Because he wants to have a robe like grandpa Odin has." Loki grimaced; not amused by this idea. Oh norns...

[zoeykallus]

i ... i dont know if you're still taking asks... and i am anxious even sending this but .... I adore you and your writing and I dont really know how this works, but if you ARE still taking asks (and this is with NO time limit, i know you're busy and mourning and i am in no hurry and dont want to cause undue stress) i would love some Rex/gn reader comfort. stuff has been *hard* lately and i could use some cheering up.

can you tell i'm a bit nervous about asking? ^.^

Yes, I can tell you are nervous about asking, and I'm so sorry I've been on the edge so much lately that peeps have a hard time sending requests 😅 Some Rex x gn Reader comfort fluff? Coming right up...

Rex x GN!Reader One-Shot - I Knew I'd Find You Here

Comfort/Fluff

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You've had a rough week and a rough day today. You've been under a lot of stress lately and Rex has been traveling a lot, you've seen each other very rarely in the last few weeks. You've retreated with some reading material and your music player to the small roof terrace that belongs to your apartment building. At this time of day, there's nothing going on up here, and you have the place all to yourself, just right for you, even if you'd rather have Rex with you.

Your favorite songs are playing through your headphones, and you're drifting between reading and daydreaming, finally feeling some of the week's stress fall away from you, when a strong hand, gently but firmly, grabs your shoulder and scares you half to death.

"Hey, love, are you deaf?"

Your heart is still racing from that little scare as you hastily pull off your headphones and look up in surprise at Rex's face. He smiles at you, his helmet tucked under his right arm, and you breathe a sigh of relief. Then a grin spreads across your face. It's so good to see Rex. You stand up and fall around his neck.

Rex laughs softly, "I'm glad to see you too. I knew I'd find you here."

With a relaxed sigh, you lean into his embrace and close your eyes for a moment, just enjoying his closeness.

"I've been trying to reach you," he tells you, "but I guess you didn't hear your com."

"Sorry," you say meekly, kissing his chin.

Rex smirks and leans his forehead tenderly against yours with a hum.

"I missed you," he confesses softly in his deep voice.

" I missed you too."

He sits down with you on the bench under the cherry blossom tree where you also sat before, puts down his helmet and puts an arm around you.

After a moment of silence, Rex says carefully, "I talked to Cody. He says you ran into him and that you seemed tense. You want to tell me what that's all about?"

You feel caught, and a little guilty, too. Rex has more than enough of his own to worry about, you don't want him worrying about you on top of it.

"It's been a rough week," you admit, "exhausting and frustrating."

He pulls you a little closer to him and sighs softly.

"Sorry to hear that"

You smile and reach for his free hand, playing with his gloved fingers. It's a soft, tender moment. There are no words for how much you missed being with him like this, every second he's not been with you.

"That I get to see you so rarely lately bothers me much more, though," you say softly.

"Me too," Rex sighs, kissing your temple, "Me too."

You lean deeper into his embrace, resting your legs over his, your face close to his neck, and take a deep breath. It is good to feel him, to smell him. You hear him laugh softly, then he asks, "Are you sniffing me again?"

"Maybe," you say, smirking, your face still close to his neck.

"I come with good news, though".

You sat back up straighter to face him, your arms wrapped around his shoulders.

"Let's hear it!"

Rex smirks and says, "I'm off duty for four days next week."

You beam happily at him.

"Please tell me we can spend those four days together."

Rex laughs and says, "Yes, we can, and we will."

You sigh in relief and lean back into him. It's a nice feeling knowing you'll have more time with him soon.

"I can't wait," you say dreamily.

"I feel the same way. I already have something planned too, I hope you don't mind. I thought we'd book a hotel room on Naboo and visit that little restaurant you liked so much, among other things."

The thought is delightful, but a worry plagues you, "Rex, we can't afford that."

Undeterred, Rex says good-humoredly, "I called in a favor from General Skywalker and Senator Amidala. The hotel room won't cost us anything, and we already have a reservation at the restaurant"

Again you sit up to look at him.

"A favor? Oh, don't tell me, I already know, the secret you're keeping for them," you say with a conspiratorial smile.

Rex nods with a lopsided smile. Again, you lean into him and say, "I can't wait."

You think about the beautiful little restaurant in the countryside, the beautiful architecture on Naboo. Time alone with Rex, catching up on so much. That would be a wonderful little, vacation.

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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Time Machine - Attuma x Okoye

I figured I'd write out my headcanon since you peeps liked it so much. 🤣

Enjoy

Today was the day. W'Kabi was finally being released from exile out of the kindness of council's heart.

M'Baku was apprehensive, but figured the man would be too powerless to cause any issues for the time being.

The last thing he expected to see, however, was a tipsy W'Kabi singing at the top of his lungs at 4 in the morning.

"Glory to Hanuman." He huffed as he approached the small crowd of people standing around Okoye and Attuma's home that sat on the edge of the Border Tribe. "What is he doing?" He groaned as he watched W'Kabi sing slightly off-key.

"One! I wish I never fell in love!" He shouted before holding up two fingers. "Two, I wish I never fell for you!" He dropped to his knees. "Oh, three! If I just had one more wish, I'd go back and do it all over again. If I had a time machine-"

Aneka chuckled as she watched W'Kabi spin around like he was Usher before he began to do a drunk moonwalk as he bellowed the chorus of the song. "I heard that someone told him Okoye had gotten married."

"I hope he does not think he has a chance." M'Baku groaned.

"I think the liquor gave him courage."

"If he continues, the bald headed demon will release her shark."

Aneka shrugged. "I'm hoping I get to see that."

He arched a brow. "Are you recording?"

"I am."

The regent king watched Okoye open her window while dawning a robe. "W'Kabi. Go home!"

"You are my home!"

"We're divorced! Move on!"

"How could you move on!?" He sobbed. "We had something special!"

"You did not care when you betrayed Wakanda!"

"I betrayed Wakanda for you!" He snapped. "For us!"

"We are not doing this again!" She snapped. "I'm giving you five seconds to leave or I will come through this window and end you with my spear!"

"Okoye please!"

"FIVE."

M'Baku blinked before grabbing an abandoned chair to sit on. "Count me in."

"FOUR."

Aneka snickered as she watched him yank a carrot out of his pocket to munch on before offering a banana.

"Thanks." She hummed before she began to eat.

"THREE."

"What's going on!?" Ayo frowned as she approached with a few members of the Dora Milaje.

"W'Kabi is about to get his ass beat." Aneka answered her wife as she took a bite of her banana. "Want a bite?"

"No."

"TWO."

"Why are you two just sitting here eating and watching?" She frowned.

"I wanna see Attuma beat his ass." Aneka shrugged.

"And I'm not getting punched again." M'Baku huffed.

Ayo shook her head. "The council is going to lose their minds."

"Not when they see the footage." Aneka snickered. "You should have been here earlier. He was singing Micheal Jackson and Mariah Carey."

"On key?"

"No."

"ONE."

They all turned to see Okoye try to climb out the window before she was yanked back in by a pair of blue arms.

Everyone was silent as the window remained empty for a moment.

W'Kabi watched Attuma jump out the window, dawning nothing more than his loincloth and rebreathers as he moved forward with hellfire in his dark brown eyes.

The shorter man stepped back as Attuma began shouting in his native tongue.

"You're the other man!?!" W'Kabi stared in disbelief. "I can take you!"

Ayo closed her eyes as the shorter man ran forward and threw a series of punches into talokanil's chest.

Attuma looked at his chest, completely unfazed, before he chuckled.

"I bet it'll only take one punch." Aneka offered.

M'Baku took another bite of his carrot. "I think Attuma will be nice and let him endure a few more. He seems like the type who likes to play with his enemies before killing them."

"You two are awful." Ayo sighed before accepting a bite of banana.

Attuma swung, and W'Kabi took it like a champ as he crumbled to the floor.

It was like watching a tree fall to an axe.

Slow and cumbersome.

"Damn." Aneka wrinkled her nose as they watched W'Kabi struggle to get back up. "I can't believe you were right."

"The man got his ass kicked a lot in exile. He can take a few hits."

"You knew that before making the bet."

"I did."

"Cheater."

"It's called research."

"No. It's called cheating."

They watched W'Kabi grab Attuma's leg to support himself as he tried to get back up.

"Glory to Hanuman. Have some shame-" M'Baku shook his head before feigning a wince as the warrior kneed the dazed man in the face.

"I'm stepping in." Ayo grumbled.

"No. He's still fighting." He gestured to the sobbing man. "Let him get up. Let him get up."

"My king. If he is killed, it will be a breach in the treaty."

"Attuma knows his strength." He waved off her concern. "He'll be fine."

"I..... I-" W'Kabi slurred as blood spilled from his nose. "I wiiiiiiiiiill win baaaaack my wiiiiiife."

Attuma yanked him up by the back of her shirt and stared.

"You say, your wife. When she is mine." Attuma furrowed his eyebrows. "Do not insult the mother of my child."

"CHILD!?!" W'Kabi panicked. "O-Okoye is pregnant!?!"

"Yes. If she were not, I would have considered letting her beat you herself." He narrowed his eyes. "But maybe I would have handled you still, even if she wasn't. Just so you would know that you will never have a chance."

"NO! OKOYE!" He tried to look past the warrior as tears blurred his eyes. "OKOYE!"

Everyone gasped before they began to whisper.

"Oh-"

"Girl-"

"He's bout to be sick."

"I'm telling you. He's gonna be sobbing and fasting for days."

"He is living out a nightmare I tell you."

"Damn."

"OKOOOOYEEEEEEE! PLEAAAASEEE!"

Aneka smacked M’Baku's shoulder as she tried to contain her laughter.

"I was not prepared-" Ayo covered her mouth.

"Is he crying again?" M'Baku cackled.

"Yes." Aneka laughed.

W'Kabi continued to shout. "OKOYE! TELL ME HE'S LYING!" He squirmed. "OKOYE!"

"Do not call for her. She will not answer you." Attuma tightened his hold on him. "You have come here and disturbed her rest and now you wish to stress her further." He frowned. "If you are a problem to Okoye, you are a problem to me. I will not let my wife endure anything." He growled. "Something you failed to do."

W'Kabi was shaking in the man's hold.

"So, let me make myself clear." He narrowed his eyes. "If I learn that you are bothering Okoye ever again, I will serenade you until you fall into the sea and have my sharks rip you apart." His eyes were darker than the ocean's abyss. "I say this in english... to be clear. I can also say it in Xhosa to be clearer." He grabbed the man's face roughly with his other hand. "Do you understand?"

He spat in Attuma's face before shouting. "OKO-"

Attuma cracked his head into the other man's and tossed his body before turning around with a grunt of disgust.

"And see- he did better than me." Aneka shook her head as she ended the recording. "Because I would have stomped his head in after he spat in my face."

"I think he remembered the treaty." M'Baku offered. "I wouldn't have stopped him if he chose to. I think he was being pretty nice until he spat."

"Alright. This is done." Ayo smacked their shoulders before moving in to grab W'Kabi's limp body.

"That was an uneventful fight." M'Baku sighed. "But it was still good."

"What? You expected him to fight back?" Aneka laughed. "The man was drunk. A baby could wield a spear better than a drunk man."

"I was hoping it would give him a power up. Like uh.... super strength."

"He's not that type of drunk."

"I can see that." M'Baku got up. "Send me a copy of that video. I must show it to my people in the Jabari Lands."

"You got it."

Bloopers:

Okoye sleeping peacefully while her man handles business:

Everyone watching W'Kabi lose:

In another AU, Oni and Attuma jumping W'Kabi:

[copaline]

It's WIP Wednesday, Bitches!

WIP Wednesday is here! Tagging the peeps that made the mistake of telling me they had writing in the works!

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Also gonna start tagging artists too because you guys are just so damn talented!

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No pressure to share but I'd love to see what you have! And as always, if you see this and want to join in, please do! Consider yourself tagged by me! The banner is free to use!

Anyway, here's a little preview of Chapter 9 of Horror Vacui:

It had been a week without Leaf.  At first, Mabel had believed she was still in town. There were signs that something was finishing her tasks. Mayor Cutebiker had received his event planning packet and several important businessmen had been seen entering and leaving city hall. Preston Northwest was loudly telling anyone who would listen that his fortunes had shifted and he was planning on building another, more splendid manor. All in all, the work Leaf had promised continued to get done, but she herself was nowhere to be found. The PRISM office remained closed, and Leaf’s apartment was empty. Any attempt to locate her had failed and both Stan and Ford expressly forbid them from attempting to break into her home a third time. Stan went as far as to ground both kids to keep them out of trouble until the Shack reopened. Dipper had protested but, for once, even Ford had agreed it was for the best. And so Mabel and her brother remained confined to the RV when not completing chores. It wasn't the first time the Shack had been destroyed. Zombies had done quite a number in the place a year ago and it had bounced back easily enough. This was only marginally worse, but for some reason Mabel couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. Something bigger than Zombies and Neverweres had taken Leaf away, maybe for good. She stared at the small black business card listing a contact phone and email. Her small hands clutched a cellphone as she dialed a number for what felt like the thousandth time. “Hello, you’ve reached PRISM Consulting. Our representatives are unable to answer the phone right now, but if you leave your name and message…” Mabel groaned as it went straight to voicemail. “Oh, Mabel sweetie, is that you?” “Yes Phyllis,” she sighed in disappointment.  The first day she’d realized Leaf’s voicemail was sentient had been exciting. It was the same day Mabel learned that calling sixty times in a three-hour period was enough to give even a living computer program cause for concern. Now, the novelty of it had worn off and it just felt like another failed attempt to reach the person she wanted to talk to the most. “I’m sorry dear, Ms. Leaf is still out. Try her again tomorrow.” “Is she ever coming back?” Mabel’s voice wavered on the edge of breaking. There was a long pause on the other line as a creature made of ones and zeroes tried to figure out a way to be kind. “I’m sure whatever is keeping her away is very important.” “She doesn’t want to talk to me, does she?”

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I'd like to request smth from Jujutsu Kaisen, I'd like to request switch yuta and gojo, i find their relationship cute coz they're distant relatives and all hehe

Heyo! Oo, I love this! You know who I need to write more of? Yuta. He's a doll. And Switch!Gojo? BELOVED. I've gotcha covered, anon! :D

CW: Spoilers for JJK 0, angsty- but just a touch,

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@thatbigbisexual29 @duckymcdoorknob @gladdygirl18 @baby-tickles2022 @cupcake-spice13 @rachi-roo

Things were…odd, after the whole Geto situation.

Rika was gone- at least; her soul was anyway. The curse form she’d taken was Yuta’s now- a sentient vessel that doubled as his technique. It was something both painful and comforting at once- she was gone, but no longer trapped.

Then there was the whole school thing; where exactly do they go from here? The first years were told to return to their usual business, but with most of the remaining curses being special grade, they were left to train and train and…train some more…

His body hurt all over- both from recovering and from the new training program Maki instilled upon them.

And then there was Gojo…

“Good work, you guys! Keep it up!” He called out, grinning behind his new blindfold as the four carried on routine. At a glance, he seemed perfectly fine- joyous even. He laughed at Panda’s jokes and sparred with Maki, gave out little missions to Inumaki and answered basic questions regarding various techniques.

He seemed unfazed.

“He was my best friend. My only friend.”

There was no way he was fine. While the students weren’t told what happened to Geto- the answer was pretty obvious. The way he spoke about him- that untouched softness in his voice with the vaguest hint of grief.

He cared about him- really cared. The pain must have been unbearable.

“There you are! How’s my new favorite distant relative?” Of course getting anything out of Gojo was near impossible.

“New favorite? Do you have others?” He asked, yelping some when Gojo slung an arm over his shoulders, pulling him along. “Who was the last favorite?”

“Jealous?” Gojo snickered, dragging him along as they headed towards one of the indoor training rooms. “To be honest- I don’t really know. I guess that makes you my default favorite. Anyway- you said you wanted to train today?”

“Uh- yes! Yes, I did! Yuta nodded, wiggling free when they got there. “I eh- I train so much with Maki, I’m worried I won’t be ready to fight others, you know? She’s talented, but her way of fighting is just one of many. I want to experience all kinds of techniques!”

“Ah, I see now. Alright- I suppose I can play with you for awhile.” Gojo snickered as he rolled his shoulders, shaking out his hands. Yuta gulped, patting himself down to find…he had no weapon. “O-Oh…”

“That’s fine, we need to work on your hand to hand combat anyway. Tell me- can you throw a punch?” Gojo was on him in seconds, teleporting right before his eyes. Yuta went to block his face-

“GAH!” He gasped when a foot connected with his stomach instead, sending him stumbling back a few feet. He thought Maki’s kicks were bad, but this?

Oh, this was hell.

“Oops- and that wasn’t even that strong of a kick.” Gojo tilted his head at him as Yuta fell to his knees, choking and wheezing. “Hm..maybe hand to hand combat isn’t the best right now. You’re still recovering-”

“I-I can do it!” Yuta got up, straightening his shoulders with a determined glare. “I was just caught off guard, that’s all. Please- let me try again.”

Gojo hummed. Then he smiled, nodding. “Okay, but I’m not gonna go easy on you, Mr. I Can Handle It.”

Another teleport, Gojo was to his left. He went to block-

“AH!” This time instead of a punch or kick, it was a finger- a finger! Pressing right into the soft part of his side. Stumbling back, he covered himself, cheeks pink. “G-Gojo-”

“Yes?” Gojo asked from his other side. Another finger poked him once more.

“EEH!” Yuta all but flailed forward at the touch, tripping on his feet. His knees hit the mats, but not before more fingers attacked his ribs. “Aheahhahahhhahaha! Hohohohohld on! Gohoohoohohjoohohohohoho!”

“What’s wrong? I thought you said you could handle it?” Gojo cooed, kneeling over him as Yuta kicked and squeaked, laughing like a child. “Come on, Yuta- tell me why you're laughing? Is it me?”

“Yohohohohou knohoohoohw whhihihihihihiy! Aheahhahahhaha, Gohoohohohojohoohohoho! Stahhahahp tihihihihihckling mehehehehehehe!” Yuta swatted at his hands, feet kicking up a storm as he tried to squirm away. No matter where he went, Gojo was right there with him, kneading his sides and tasering the soft parts of his belly. “Plehhahahahhahahhahse!”

“Aww, look at you begging! Come on- this is a training day! Use some of those fancy curse techniques you’ve been working on.” Gojo moved to his belly, tapping his fingers along it as Yuta squealed. “Oh man- you’re just like Gumi! Hey- I wonder what would happen if I did this?”

“Whohohohoohho’s Guhuuhu-MEHEHEHEHHEHE!” Yuta never got to ask his question. He arched like a victim of an exorcism as fingers shot into his armpits, clawing at the skin beneath. “GOHOHOOHOHOOHJOHOHOHOHO!”

“Oo, this is really bad, huh?” Gojo cooed, snickering alongside him. “You and Gumi- what is it with kids like you two being so ticklish here?”

Yuta was gonna die. He was gonna die and die and die some more. There was only one way to get out of this…

“Hm? Yuta, whatcha gonna do-whoa!” Gojo was suddenly pulled off, “Rika”’s hands grasping his biceps and adjusting him until he was properly trapped. “Not bad, Yuta. Rika’s vessel has it’s uses.”

“Ahehehe…hehehehe…heh…” Yuta groaned as he sat up, rubbing his belly to alleviate the ticklishness. “Rika…keep him still…”

“Oh? What’s this- Yuta’s gonna get revenge?” Gojo sounded impressed and something else Yuta couldn’t quite put his finger on. “I’m so scared! Oh someone help little ol’ me!”

“Oh, you’re gonna need help alright- here I COME!” Yuta lunged, grabbing onto Gojo’s sides to…nothing. Not even a peep.

“Oo, good move. Now actually tickle me.” Gojo grinned, absolutely unfazed.

“What-but-” Yuta narrowed his eyes, tickling more. He moved to his hips, his waist, his belly- nothing! Gojo meanwhile was lounging as best he could in his trapped state, humming a happy tune. “You have to be ticklish! You have to be!”

“Sorry Yuta- I guess I’m not.” He snickered. Yuta glared before going for ribs, kneading them gently. That’s when he saw it- the slight tension in Gojo’s easy smile.

“Oooooh…you got tickly ribs?” Yuta grinned as he attacked, scratching along his ribcage. Gojo’s easy pose stiffened, his smile tightening as he struggled to remain composed. “I knew you were ticklish! Come on- laugh! You need it.”

“N-Now wahaht gave you thahat idea?” A few traitorous giggles escaped Gojo’s lips, much to Yuta’s delight. “Yuhuhuta, wait- wahahhait not thehehehre!”

“Why not? Does it tickle?” Yuta teased, tapping his way down until he was hovering over his lower ribs. “Is this your most ticklish spot?”

“N-Nohohohoohoho?” The lie was so obvious. Yuta could barely fight down a grin.

“Hehehe~”

“Yuhuhuhuta- YUHUHUUHUHUUTAHHAHAHAHHAHA!” Gojo all but exploded when Yuta prodded his lower ribs, going right for that dreadful spot along the lower third. Squirming his best within the confines of Rika’s grip, he cackled and howled with mirth, head thrown back as his legs did a little jig against the mats. “OHOHOOHOKAY OHOHOHOHOKAY YOHOHOOHU WIHIIHIHIHN!”

“I-I do?” Yuta pulled his hands back, amazed. Rika’s grip loosened…

“HA! You believed me!” Gojo cackled before tackling him to the mat, resuming his tickles.

“AHEHEHE! G-GOHOOHOHOJOHOHOHO!

~~~

“Eh…eheheheh…heh…” Yuta ran his hands over his face in exhaustion, his body like jelly but his chest strangely light. “Thahat…was kinda nice.”

“Heh, yeah.” Gojo was a picture of relaxed. You wouldn’t have known him and Yuta had a full blown tickle fight just from his appearance. That is the way of Gojo it seems. “So- feeling better?”

“Huh?” What was that about?

“You’ve been looking at me like a lost puppy for the past few days. I figured you were stressed about everything that happened. Sometimes, we just need a distraction from it all, you know?”

Yuta stared at him, the words sinking themselves into his skin. “You…you were worried about me?”

“Yeah. You are my student, no?”

“Yeah but- Gojo! Everything that happened! Geto- your best and only friend! The fight, his war declaration- his….” Yuta couldn’t bring himself to say it. “You’ve been through hell and yet- here you are worried about me! You shouldn’t have to put everything away to comfort some kid like me! You….you…” Tears blurred his vision, and Yuta found himself staring up at the ceiling as he willed them down. “God..Gojo…”

The other man was quiet, letting the room fill with the sound of Yuta’s soft sniffling. Then a hand reached out, squeezing his shoulder.

“I’m not gonna lie…I’m a mess.” Gojo laughed, voice a touch choked. “You’re right- everything you just said was right. Minus some things.” Gojo pushed up his blindfold so he could meet his eyes properly. “You’re not just ‘some kid’. You’re my student. Not only that- but a distant relative. I know that probably doesn’t mean much to you, but to me it feels kinda special. Probably some sentimental part of me, you know?

“Geto...I've accepted what he became. I accepted it long before any of this happened. Sure- it hurts. It hurts that this is how it all came to an end, but…I got my closure. That’s all that matters to me now.” Gojo moved his hand up to Yuta’s hair, ruffling it some. “Thank you though. It’s nice to know someone cares about what’s going on with me.”

Yuta couldn’t bring himself to speak, instead smiling through watery eyes as he nodded. The curse faded away, leaving just them side by side against worn down mats.

“I do feel better. Thank you.”

Thanks for reading!

[sergeantnarwhalwrites]

Final Fuck You to my Undergrad Uni

I personally think it's more like a monologue. But here it goes. A bit of a long piece of explicit writing about my 4 years at this shit hole. Glad to be done here ✌🏾. Grad pic beneath the cut

Tag list (normal poetry peeps and people I saw like the og post): @nanashi23 @winterandwords @vacantgodling @the-void-writes @weirdgirlcroix

Imma have to start this off with the fattest fuck you 

Fuck the campus 

Fuck the board of trustees 

Fuck the professors that should've been denied their doctorate degrees

And fuck you 

For thinking I'd respond kindly to all the times you've fucked me over

I wonder how many times I can curse 

Before you flag parental advisory 

To a campus full of fucking adults 

And those underage kids you drag in wasting potential 

On these hills that make me wanna eat ammo 

And chomp on gun barrels till my gums bleed 

And I get a few more cracks in my back teeth

I wonder how much money I've blown 

On liquor bottles that suck at deluding 

And beer cases that take their sweet fucking time 

In numbing my mental anguish 

Shits got those razor nails that can gouge 

And maybe I'd enjoy the sting 

If the bitch wasn't clawing out my eyes

Then stabbing straight through my stomach 

Twirling my intestines like spaghetti dinner 

With my blood gushing out onto the only carpeted floor in the fucking building 

Wouldn't be the first time this place tried to bleed a nigga dry. 

And my account's touched the negative for vending machine sodas and Monster energy drinks 

But at least they make damn good microphones

Cause I've gotten a little to used to putting on shows

Even if the alcohol, caffiene, and paranoid fuckery 

Warped my heartbeat

And it beats to the tune of decorating my fridge with knuckle imprints

Cause why the fuck would I spend money I don't have on a pretty decoration

And it even beats to climbing through windows for projects that root so deep the only thoughts I think are on the time that ticks by

And hunch a little more into myself as our equivalent of Walmart security roams the lit halls

And the clacking of their keys reminds me that I've imprisoned me

And sometimes my heartbeat matches my fists hitting my desk drawer 

Till the shit up top falls 

And the pencils are the only thing raining 

Cause I already spent all my money by just fucking living

And my heart tries not to beat through my chest 

When my family asking for funds that ain't ever exist

The fattest fuck you goes to 

This hell hole 

Where the flames are white hot with white people

Who love to toss shit into the flames 

And their alabaster babies 

Who ain't ever seen a black kid 

Say the world's most insensitive shit

And act suprised when their "ocean eyes" give reptilian beast instead

And I'd rather drown myself in the lab sink 

Chew on the bacteria loaded chunks along the way

Than pretend they're as gorgeous as this bitch ass campus.

I'd love to say thank you 

Hell I'd even say I'd love you 

It's a lie real easy to slip off the tongue as of late 

And maybe it's the brain damage of back to back all nighters

Or being dragged into unconsciousness on tables and radiators

Could even be the liquor that don't even taste the same 

And sometimes I still toss the cap and drink straight from the bottle

Drink that shit like the holy water I've never dared to bathe in

And I'm sure to keep my head back

Even if the shit tastes like failure and fear 

Then again when does a half assed attempt taste better than a solid victory

So I make sure I don't spill

And I'll beat it into the ground 

A STEM major is a wicked thing 

I lost two family members and couldn't even leave 

You suffer in every nook on campus just to come back home and asphyxiate in your at home lair

And I ain't one for wailing to fabrications 

In books translated beyond their original truths 

But God 

Thank fucking God 

I am done...

Wasn't so sure I'd live to see the end

And for that I'd drink again

And I'd find a use for all those middle fingers about to spawn

But for now I'll spare the vulgaruity

Cause my mouth real good at not being pretty

[neoninky]

Writer Thoughts (I used to keep count but who knows anymore)

Hey y'all~ how is everyone?? Normally I'd be working on the next chapter of 'Her Devoted Shield' today BUT....I'm doing something a lil different than my norm. First, the flagship fic of my Sacred Crown TWST Canon x OC series, 'Her Ivory Crown', was started and finished in 2021. On paper, not that long ago, but it feels like a lifetime ago. Plus three years in internet time is basically a hundred years lol. Why do I bring that up, you, (your name here), may be wondering? Welp I woke up today with the best AO3 notifications waiting for me in the email: the 'someone commented on yo fic, babyyy!' notifications. Ah, chef kiss. To my surprise - it was on Her Ivory Crown. So my first thought was "damn people still read this??" Surprise part 2: I checked the stats and Her Ivory Crown has 7100 hits???! DAYUM, people still read this!

So before I say anything else - to everyone who has read and still reads Her Ivory Crown (or any of my fics frankly), y'all are the REALEST thank you thank you thank you! ;u;

I have no idea what anime that gif is from if anyone knows tell me cuz it looks SO CUTE

SO with that said-*rewinds back to the part about doing something different*- I've been thinking of my other girls who were introduced in Her Ivory Crown but haven't been in the spotlight as much yet. My readers know Reine, Elise, the Cerith Sisters, and their whole crew. Reine keeps making cameos cuz she's the OG waifu who is a literal queen, but her story is pretty much complete as is the Mercrew's. So while I'm also working out details for Petra's far more complicated story, I think my other girls should have their turn(s).

Initially, I had planned for each girl to get their own full-blown stories like Reine, Elise, and now Petra. However, with that said, while the Princess Trio's stories are more grand in scale, and sometimes way darker and adventurous, my other girls' stories would be more slice of life, down to earth. Which may not call for a 16+ chapter story like the others. Granted I could prove myself wrong on that but even so, they would still have their own short(er) stories about how they and their canon bois got together. I have ideas in mind, some that are very K-Dramaesqe and I do love me a good K-Drama lol. Which honestly, I've been craving the latter lately. I'm still gonna work on Petra's story cuz I like finishing what I start. But today, I'm changing gears and writing for one of my other girls. Who up first? ..... ...........

Scarabia fans rejoice - your time is now. We goin to the country of Scalding Sands and Hot Bois, babyyyy lol

Normally I put shorter stories in my Sacred Crown Shorts entry on my AO3 page since it's supposed to be more like an anthology. But not this time, oh no, the Almascaber/Scarabia adjacent girls are getting their own posted story: 'Her Third Wish'

So be on the lookout for that and thank you again so much for your likes/kudos, comments, and general enjoyment of my fics. Hope y'all have a good day!

*jumps down the writing rabbit hole*

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[spaceyaceface]

I should have specified that it wasn't just your writing that put me off on you, but if I ever said anything to your face in the server, everyone would be clamoring to defend the "Patron Saint."

Which by the way, whoever said that? Was it in the DMs for you to repeat with pride like a badge of honor to feel special? I'm all for people spending time talking, drawing, or writing about the things they love, but every other message that comes from your finger tips makes me feel exhausted. Like I don't even want to be apart of this fandom and accidentally support someone like you.

You've misrepresented disabled peeps, gone off on rants for them when hello - let us speak for ourselves maybe? With attention seeking behavior of bragging about your organization skills, only speaking to those that are popular, and by creating an entire archive as if us writers will disappear. If we do disappear, that's none of your business and not your job to preserve what we put out. Ao3 and Wattpadd exist anyway for us to use if we choose to.

You can pretend all you like that you're living rent-free in my head, that you're speshul to get hate, but truth is - I've seen what kind of person you are and I'm fucking tired of you. I'm tired of people like you, who have the loudest voices and refuse to let others speak for themselves. Who can't allow the conversation to drift off away from them in group settings, and I'm tired of everyone who would have a heart attack if I said one bad thing about you as though you are a literal saint. You aren't a nice person, you're just as bad as me - but at least I have the balls to be fucking honest with people and know when to shut up.

???? I am genuinely confused by a majority of what was said here, and please know that this is the last time I'll respond to you, anon.

Let's get the first thing straight. You don't like what I do? Block me. I don't care. The fact that you said server inclines me to think that we may have crossed paths on discord, and if so, please feel free to block me there, too.

Second, the whole "patron saint" thing is a joke because a while back, there was very little Ominis fanfic being written, so I started writing a bunch. Someone left a comment jokingly calling me 'the patron saint of ominis fics', which I thought was funny, and a couple other people also commented. So, as I joke I added it to my bio. End of story. It's not because I'm better than anyone or perfect or anything like that. It's a joke that I went along with.

While Ominis is disabled, I truly do my best to represent him the best I can. If I've ever said anything hurtful or wrong, then I am sorry about that. I would have greatly appreciated a kind critique letting me know what I've done incorrectly, to better that in the future. Besides Ominis, I have written ONE (1) other fic with a disabled character, which was specifically requested by a disabled person in which I did my best to follow their prompt exactly. I don't know what rants you're talking about. I have actually tried by best to stay away from most things regarding disability, because I myself am not disabled, and therefore have no experience in those conversations. I've made a conscious effort not to get involved in that, besides being a listening ear when others speak on it. However, it's inevitable that I'd touch on it briefly in the fics I write, as Ominis is fucking blind.

Again, any sort of pointers or comments on how to improve these interactions I've written would have been appreciated. How was I ever supposed to learn when no one has told me I'm doing something wrong?

As far as the archive goes, I just randomly suggested putting together lists of all the fics I could find---IT'S NOT THAT DEEP. I have no clue why this would annoy you, but once again, BLOCK IT IF YOU DON'T WANT TO SEE IT. I've seen it done in other fandoms, thought it would be fun, others seemed to like the idea, and tada. Fun fact, if writers delete their writings, it the links won't work. They can still make it disappear if they want. I've said it on the sideblog, if people don't want their work on there, I will take it off, no questions asked. I just figured that since they're publicly posting to the internet, it's pretty much fair game.

I also do my best to interact with each and every person who does the same to me---I'm bad at initiating interactions because I have fucking awful anxiety and OCD, which also accounts for the "organizational skills" I brag about. I try to be as genuine and show my appreciation for all the people who are kind to me, because I am absolutely baffled anyone would take the time of day to say a nice thing to me. If you feel I talk about myself too much, then whatever. I use the internet to vent, whether on here or on discord.

And here I'm about to say the rudest thing I ever have on the internet, and it's this: I am not nearly as bad as you. Never in my life have I left anyone a nasty message full of personal attacks and accusations under the guise of "honesty." Nor will I ever do that, because there is enough hate and heartache in the world already. This behavior that you've displayed is the worst part of internet/fandom culture.

I'd like to bring this back full circle: Block me. If you check my blog again to see if I've responded, then obviously I'm at least somewhat living in your head. For the sake of both your mental health and my own, eliminate the tension by stopping here. You have no idea who I am so don't pretend for a second that you do.

For everyone else who had to read this, thanks for your support. I won't stop talking about myself or writing things I love, even if they're meaningless. I will never be replying to another hate comment on this blog.

[nem0-nee]

AAAAAHHHH THANK YALL?!?!? It's the little things such as these that get me I swear- As my way of thanks and apology for being late, I shall be bestowing some honorable mentions <33

Go check these wonderful peeps out!! They also make amazing TWST related art/writing!!

@anevilbunnyinthehat - Dios mio... have you seen the sweet ideas she has with Cece and Leona?!?! Plus THE LORE with each of her comics... You'll be amazed with the brains and effort she puts out with her ocs <33

@ceruleancattail - CERUU AHHH!!!?!!? SCRUMPTIOUS. WRITING. I'm not much of a reader but like, THEIR FICS?!?! It'll never fail to reel you in, I promise... They deserve more appreciation MYGOD. This Cater liker will not disappoint fellow readers <33

@the-v-lociraptor - Two words: EYECANDY ART. They got this unique art style that I want to devour /pos PLUS, THEY HAVE A JESTER?!?! The OG jester of NRC (real). Live love Yulily. You don't understand, their yuu's design lives in my head rent free.

@kimikitti - LORD... It's like the heavens have graced me. Another artist that I want to absorb their skills from /hj Their storytelling w/ their comics... I weep with joy every time I see em on my dash.

@cecilebutcher - I've only known em for a short while, but their stuff is mad interesting?!?! I know them for their potential w/ their Greek Mythology OCs... looking forward to so much good stuff!!

@ashipiko - THE ACE YUME OF THE CENTURY. Heck, I'd say she's THE YUME, PERIOD /hj But in all seriousness, her ART is friggin AMAZING. Like, her style is one of a kind and unique as well. 11/10 meals are served here!!!

[ These are mere mentions of those who were sweet enough to send in those asks <33 This is my way of saying thanks TvT Once again, thank y'all <3]

[crackedpumpkin]

So about rise leo x villian! Reader plot, bef i say anything am a huge sucker for good endings so don't blame me.

So i hc reader as a gymnastic - the the villian from Barbie spy movie(?) - with gadget that help her/them shape shift to anything or anybody (So OP must nerf).

Plot; So the reason why reader is begin a villian to begin with is she's working for big mama - yes am gonna blame big mama - as her special thief, reader have the ability/ or have a gadget that make them shapshift to anybody or anything which it helped them escape from the crime scene/ mad dogs may many times.

The reason why she works for big mama is because BM took her in from the streets after she almost pull a perfect heist from BM's hotel, instead of sending her to police or just k1ll her she took her in as her new minion.

The reason why she know the mad dogs was because she's also a friend to april whom she trusts, so April trusted her enough to introduce the mad dogs to her which in the beginning reader took it as a nice game to make fun of the mad dogs to know what they feel about her after she's able to escape them, but soon fall in love with leo which it was unfortunate for her.

Fast forward, the mad dogs takes reader hostage because they just can't let her go, she knows where they live, she knows too much, they try to interrogate her to know anything about her; who's her boss, where she got the gadget? Why working as a thief? But reader is as hard as a nail and won't peep of an info.

That until leo asks her " was everything about us fake? Your feelings towards me? Our dates? Was everything fakes? " Leo asks, reader wanted to be honest and say no but begin afraid of seeing her answer as a lie she sees its best for them to break up and for leo to find another person, but for this to happen he have to hate her, so she pulls the " bad girl " mask and say " yep, everything was a lie, am surprise you even believed i loved you! " To the mad dogs, splinter and April they believe her mask but leo knowing how people could see right through her.

When everyone leave leo and reader alone to talk, leo start pressing reader for his answers, reader put a fight by saying hurtful words but in the end breaks from guilt, she loves leo so much she feels the guilt is crushing her, she wants him to forgive her but she knows she doesn't deserve it.

She get surprised by leo mentioning how reader have to stay in the lair to keep on " interrogate " her, tho reader knows it's way of leo saying " you're gonna stay with me until your problems is solved ", yes reader hadn't gotten leo's full trust again but it's a step to regain his and the family's trust.

first of all, i love the headcanon of gymnastics reader with the shapeshifting because it's just such a cool thing tbh. And almost pulling the perfect heist?? i would hire her in an instant. I think if it was me who wrote this it might go something like:

You slide down the rope, eyes scanning the room to see if any alarms had been triggered yet. Noting the absence of flashing lights and loud blaring sirens, your shoulders sag in relief at going undetected.

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and reader getting caught by the mad dogs and being interrogated??? Oh my GOD so much potential for angst here it's insane. Mikey interrogating her?? sweetheart won't be able to hold back tears. Raph??? Incredibly disappointed. "I thought we were bear buddies!"

Donnie?? Well. Honestly I'm not sure how he'd react but i think he'd be rather hurt bc he considered you a good acquaintance, maybe even working your way up to be a worthy friend.

And then there's Leo. Our sweet, sweet turtle who just so happened to fall for the enemy. Honestly I'm always a sucker for sweet endings but I just so happen to be rather evil and as such will leave it on a high note of heartbreak :>

So, if I were to just kinda drabble a bit (Please pardon the suddenness of it all, this is very on the spot bc inspo hit and completely unedited/thought out) I'd write it like this:

"Fine, don't tell me anything then." Leo stands up, the shards of hurt and betrayal stabbing into his chest even deeper as he watches your bowed head. You refuse to look up, to meet his gaze because you knew that if you did, you'd break.

You're already trying to silence the voice in your head practically screaming at you to tell him everything. To tell him everything you felt for him - that you still feel for him, was never a lie.

Your eyes water, but you refuse to let a single tear overflow and land on the table. Your arms are tightly secured with rope, and you can barely breathe even though they had been lenient with your restraints.

Leo wants to say something - anything, for the glimmer of hope in his heart that you'd come clean.

"Please."

That makes you look up. His eyes are filled with desperation, pleading with you to admit that what the both of you had wasn't just pure deceit.

When he finally manages to meet your gaze, he almost forgets how angry he is. Your eyes swirl with guilt and regret, conflict in his chest as he watches you visibly struggle to find the words to reply. He wants nothing more than to wrap you into a hug, to soothe your worries (and his) and to forget everything that went down in the past two days.

But you don't reply, and it worsens the pit of despair his heart is already plummeting into.

So he turns around, walking out of the room and slamming the door shut, leaving you behind in the cold darkness.

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but yeah! I genuinely really love this plot idea and i think i'll come back to it one day. But currently I'm rather busy and bogged down with work, so it might be a while (whoops).

Thank you so much for sending this in! I really enjoyed this idea :D

Actually, i just got reminded of this one Donnie fic by someone on tumblr(i can't remember the name of the blog, someone please lmk what it is!) but it has a similar storyline whereby Donnie and reader are in a relationship, only for him to find out she's been working for Big Mama all along! I remember it has a happy ending, so I think you'd really enjoy it!