#oh my god mutual possession is REAL

[cemetery-irises]

gently places these andrew merch designs i'm obsessed with into your hands just in case you haven't seen them (totally not obsessed mainly bc they match with ganji designs nope no way absolutely not)

((they're also just really nice designs imo the best part abt andrew being such a popular character is that he gets a lot of merch designs))

OUGGH YEAAH HIS MERCH DESIGNS ARE SO SO PRETTY

[mothslimes]

honestly do not get comfort characters any character is a discomfort character to me i look at them and get really uneasy and it physically hurts and i wanna hide in a cave curled around them like a dog for the rest of my life and never see sunlight again. is that a thought you guys find comforting?

[roturo]

Written All Over Your Face dick grayson x reader

→ summary: “Well, you know what they say, Love and Hate are two sides of a very, very thin line. For what I can see, you have a pent up sexual frustration written all over your face Dick.”

→ warnings: SMUT. p in v, unprotected sex (don't be dumb and wrap it), enemies to lovers, heroe!reader, breeding kink, bulge kink ¿?, not proof-read, possessive behavior, begging...

words: 2k

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Being a heroe wasn't easy. Neither being considered a competition for Nightwing. The Ex-Robin. The Dick Grayson.

Both being ¨super-heroes¨ with no powers brought many controversial articles between you two, not only at the Gotham-Batman times, but also now at the new Titans times.

You never thought seeing him again and his boyish smile and attitude. No wonder why he has many girls falling for him, not only as Nightwing, but also as his real identity. But this rough times between the heroes, made the destiny bringing you together again.

Both of you had mutual friends, and when Dawn invited you to meet the new Titans, and asked you for help to train them, you never thought of seeing him again, neither of both of you training teenage kids how to become high quality-trained super heroes.

¨Sorry.¨ Were the last words you heard from Dawn, when she left you with bird boy at the training room, giving you an apologetic smile.

God bless her natural charm and being the trusting friend she is because you couldn't hit her face right now with the rage you're feeling.

¨Hi!¨ A green-haired boy said to you, he had the same, maybe not as pretty, boyish smile like Grayson. ¨Hello...?¨

¨Gar.¨ He told you, not putting down the smile.

With just a nod and a not so happy smile, your eyes moved into a purple-haired girl, who just smiled at you and said her name. ¨Rachel.¨ She hit the boy next to her with her elbow, murmuring his name.

¨Jason.¨ He said, ¨Is this your girlfriend Dick? Because she's pretty good looking for a guy like you. But yeah, what she's doing here anyways?¨

Oh. Yeah. Bird boy. He's here.

¨Yeah Grayson, what’s going on?¨ Completely ignoring the fact Dick was about to answer Jason’s question with furrowed brows and you obviously knowing why you're here since Dawn explained you. ¨And no, i'm not his girlfriend.¨ You looked at Jason with a smile which changed into a fake smile when your eyes returned to Dick. ¨He wishes.¨ You said, your head turning to the side, obviously trying to make him angry. At which he only scoffed, knowing you well enough to know what you were trying. ¨Yeah number two, maybe we can just pass at me explaining you why you´re here.¨

Number two? He WISHES.

¨I know why am I here. I don´t know if your little brain remembers you made Dawn bring me here to help you train this kids.¨ You got closer to him, not breaking eye contact. ¨And number two? pfft, If you were number one, maybe you wouldn't have been replaced by new Robin here.¨

That got him exactly where you wanted him. He might seem like a strong and rough guy, but behind all that image of big boy, there’s nothing else but trauma.

You couldn’t help but notice how his jaw clenched at the small giggle Jason let when you mentioned Dick being replaced. Side-eyeing him, Jason stopped. Dick sighed trying to calm himself down.

“First. I didn’t know Dawn brought you here, she just told me about bringing the perfect person to help me train them, I was not expecting you.” You could tell he was still angry at the remark, so he wanted to correct you. “Second. I didn’t got replaced. I left Wayne by choice of mine.”

“And third. I’m not longer Robin.”

It got into a really tense vibe between you and Dick trying to kill each-other with just your eyes, everyone in silence, clearly uncomfortable at this new encounter.

“Can both of you stop eye-fucking eachother and can we finally start the training?” Jason said, trying to bring both of you back to earth.

That clearly caught both of your attention to what Jason said, clearly annoyed at the wrong remark of how both of you were looking at each-other. “We’re not “eye-fucking” each-other Jason, stop getting into other’s people conversations.” With that, Dick started grabbing everything for the training of today, moving on. Jason just raised his arms at the air, (like when they’re showing they’re not armed), with a small smirk on his face.

“Well, you know what they say, Love and Hate are two sides of a very, very thin line. For what I can see, you have a pent up sexual frustration written all over your face Dick.”

That brought a hard, and big laugh to your face, how could Jason say that? This kids don’t even respect their “leader” This was going to be a funny training.

After what seemed like 1 hour of training, and getting to know the kids, you could get which were the flaws and weaknesses. Maybe you couldn’t understand quite well Rachel’s powers, but some time will do it.

You asked Gar where you could sleep the night, since it was already getting late and your most likely staying some days here, you'll also need some extra clothes at least for today.

Gar told you to stay in the spare room next's to Dick's, great, what a nice neighbor you have. He also gave you some clothes you could use tonight, tomorrow you could go back to your place and get some clothes, your skincare.... and I guess your super-hero suit.

When going out of the bathroom after a long shower (which you deserved), Dick was standing there, shirtless, all sweaty, and just with some grey sweatpants on... he looks.... nice, yeah. Obviously annoyed but when he saw you, his face turned into... panic?

He doesn't know what's happening to him right now, might be stress he needs to get relieved, yeah, sure, that's the reason he feels his pants getting tighter every-second he keeps looking at you right now.

¨Are you okay bird-boy why´re you just static over here, I know you have problems, but this a new one.¨ You looked up and down at Dick's figure, obviously checking him out, not like he needs to find out, noticing he´s quite handsome, not like you would tell him also, he's hot, and he knows it.

¨That´s... That´s my shirt¨ Was all that Dick could say, well, shit.

You knew the t-shirt had a distinct laundry soap scent which remind you of someone, and maybe a pint of perfume, but who could blame you?! Might be Gar's or Jason's!

¨And those... are my boxers.¨ double shit.

You could see he was obviously blushed and you're sure you are too, but what a coincide. It's like you could hear Rachel, Gar and Jason's laughing at the both of you.

¨Well... do want me to give them back at you?¨ You broke the tense silence, trying to take your, his, shirt-off, completely forgetting you're in front of him, you needed to find a way out of here.

¨No, no, no, stop! Leave it there, then you give it back to me.¨ He assured you, grabbing your hands and pulling them down with your, his? t-shirt. ¨And it looks better on you anyways.¨ That's all he said before speed entering to the bath-room.

¨Hey Dick!, Wait.¨ To say you couldn't feel the wetness of your pussy going out and asking for some relief, would be considered a crime. ¨What do you ne-¨ You cut him off by entering the bath-room closing the door in the process, both of your lips connecting in a perfect symphony like they were made for each-other. He left a sudden whine at the loss of the soft touch of your lips.

¨Oh.¨ Was all he could say, you don't understand what happened to you, it wasn't definitely a normal behavior between you two. ¨Oh my god. I'm so sorry Dick, I don't know what happened to me, i'm-¨ You couldn't finish the last sentence when you felt his lips in yous again. A little hesitant this time, he stops, unsure of his actions, but he lose it all. ¨Do it again.¨

That's all he needed to continue kissing you, hands caressing you neck, positioning them as a chocking posture, later going to trace your jaw as he continues kissing you.

He started giving you kisses trailing down your chin, making you moan at the specific spot that made your legs shake, he started leaving love bites between your chest, later going down on you, pulling your t-shirt upwards, getting between your breasts and marking them as his.

¨Please Dick... Please make me feel good.¨ It´s like something got into him when his hands started roaming your body like crazy, pulling your shirt off, your hand reaching his sweatpants, and later his cock, noticing he has no underwear under neat it. ¨It's like you were ready for this bird-boy, ah!-¨ Even when you try to tease him, he finds a way to tease you back even in a better way, his fingers playing with your nipple had you giddy and trembling. ¨Be a good girl if you want me to fuck you.¨

All you could do is nod and start stroking his hard cock, already leaking pre-cum which made the stroking easier, playing with the head had him as a moaning mess.

“Fuck, wait — shit. Mm— fuck. Wh-where did you learn to do that?” He left a whiny moan at the lose of your touch.

“Well, the noises you make are a pretty good indication of how you like it.” He man-handled you, turning you around, making you see yourself at the mirror.

“…God you sound so fucking cocky right now and it’s turning me on even more.”  He ripped apart the boxers you were wearing. ¨Don't worry, I have plenty more.¨ Fuck him and his fucking pretty smile.

With no more waiting, he positioned himself, and started thrusting into you. He fits just right, and could touch all the places you couldn't reach.

“Let me know if I’m doing anything wrong, okay? I want to make you feel as good as possible.” Even when he's fucking your brains out, he finds a way to be that kind and nice guy he is.

“O-Okay.”  Was all you could tell him, before & after some moans and whines from both of you, one specific thrust had you seeing stars.

His hand lingered down your tummy and he moaned at the bump he could feel, when he was going in and out with his thrusts. ¨Oh baby, I'm going to make you mine, fill you up.¨

He started playing with your clit, it had you crazy all the feelings of his body, his thrusts, him.

¨´You´re so good for me, all for me... 'm gonna' fill you up with my babies, 'm gonna make you a mommy, full of my cum every-day just to make sure.¨

That was all you needed to cum, with just some last thrusts he came inside you too, fulfilling his promise of keeping you full of his cum. He waited for you to calm down, before he inserted two of his fingers, recollecting the cum that was falling out your hole, inserting it inside you again, making you moan at the sudden intrusion.

He got the tub ready, and got you inside it, in front of him while he cleaned your sore body while kissing it.

¨I can't believe it took me all this years to realize how I feel about you.¨ Your heart was anxious at how your confession would be received.

¨Doesn't take an idiot to figure out. You couldn't tell I was and I am in love with you because you were too busy trying to beat all that rivalry. I was in love the moment you kicked my ass for the first time.¨

You chuckled at the confession, and laid your head on his shoulder where you could see his dumb smirk. ¨You have that stupid smirk on your face again, can't you have a serious conversation with me?, can we fight again?¨

He laughed at your comment ¨Not a possible thing for me when you look this cute all marked by me and confessing your feelings for me.¨ The small pecks he started leaving on your neck and back had you giggling.

¨I love you.¨

¨I love you too, bird-boy.¨

[sadtonight]

"OH MY GOD YES, YEESSSSS!!!!!"

Summary: people know you as a short-spoken, stone faced perfect, appearing completely apathetic and emotionless. But even with those circumstances he managed to fall in love with you. One simple message asking you out on your first date... turned out to be too much for you to handle;

Characters: dorm leaders;

Warnings: none, reader is gender neutral, reader is Ramshackle perfect with Grim, newly established romantic relationships;

Side notes: guess who remembered about Grim? This work is sponsored by "internal screaming" gang (and me 🍃)

Riddle

— at last he was relatively free: there was no unbirthday party to be held, all the homework was complete and equestrian club activities concluded. Although one thought in particular still seemed to be somewhat daunting: Riddle wanted to progress with the romantic relationship you two had started some time ago. It was "about time" to arrange....a romantic date with you...

— it wasn't Riddle's idea per say, he was clueless about how relationships fared since his parents, well, weren't the perfect image of what love looked like. Ace was, on the other hand, aware how everything worked to everyone's surprise (and to his annoyance), so he boldly suggested his dorm leader to just ask you out via simple text message;

— the suggestion didn't sit right with the red haired boy — you didn't show your emotions that much, which sometimes left Riddle with the sense of fear looming behind, afraid of making mistakes when it came to relationships. You were understanding and kind, always reassuring him that everything was alright. All of the sudden Riddle got a rush of anxiety that he stubbornly suppressed: one short greetings and an invitation, that's it;

— however, your lack of quick response only fueled his worries. He knew it, he should've had a proper meeting! The boy headed from the stables straight to the Ramshackle dorm, when suddenly he was yanked out from his thoughts by a scream which erupted not too far. Riddle picked up the pace, rushing to the source with newfound seriousness until....

"IT CAN'T BE REAL. RIDDLE ASKED ME ON A DATE, I'M FINALLY GOING ON A DATE WITH RIDDLEEEEE!!!" you breathlessly yelled and spinned few times around the nearby bushes that happened to be rose ones. You craned you head to smell the tea rose — it's sugary smell already setting you into the romantic mood: delicious tea and desserts shared with Riddle! You couldn't contain your excitement!

— all previous concern evaporated, leaving Riddle wordlessly stand there after what he had witnessed. Normally, the red haired would scold you for rising your voice in public, but this time he forgave you. Because, now Riddle wanted to scream along with you: he was very happy that the two of you were going on a date, too!

Leona

— when guys from Savanaclaw saw you first time around they stupidly believed you to be as cleaver as a domestic cattle. But unlike them, Leona saw you being a few steps higher than the idiots, since you were mostly silent because of the brains that you actually possessed. Same brains that rested in a adorable head of yours;

— that's right: obviously not out loud but the thing was, Leona was in love with you. The person who was as emotional as a brick. The beastman tried so many times to get any reaction of you with little results thus far — the only time you properly showed something was when he had to confess his feelings, doubting you would have guts to do that first;

—although you were showing the signs of mutual attraction, soon Leona got bored from the cat-mouse game and just spilled the beans one day. Ever since that, you two were officially a pair, though you weren't constantly attached to his hip for better or worse. Ruggie quickly refused the searching chore, so the dorm leader had to use his phone more often to notify you of his whereabouts;

— currently he was resting on a soft grass in the empty greenhouse, one arm supporting his head and the other holding his phone. A thought about calling you briefly came to his mind. Nah, Leona yawned: a message asking you on a date would do just fine. When the beastman was done he closed his eyes for a moment, only for his ear to pick up a sound which he recognised very well. It was a notification sound, not from his device, after a second of which an abrupt scream echoed in a vacant greenhouse;

—"YEESSSS. HAHAHAHAHAHA NO FREAKING WAY, LEONAAA KINGSCOLAAAARRR I LOVE YOUUUUU" followed by the sounds of shoes hitting the ground, which were akin to someone jumping at one place. Still clad in white coat you dashed out of the botanical garden back to the lab where Grim was, completely engrossed in your rejoicing that you didn't notice a pair of green eyes following your form, concealed behind the tropical trees and plants;

— tch, you could be really damn loud. It was annoying, so annoying that Leona didn't make any attempts at shaking off the soft look and genuine smile that appeared on his face. That bastard Ruggie teased him the whole evening about how mushy the lion was, but it didn't matter. Leona had a date with you, that's where the real fun would begin;

Azul

— no-one could imagine that someone as talkative as Octavinelle dorm leader would date someone with few words to spare. And certainly, your terse replies did bewilder Azul even to this day, however, he quickly accepted that part of you but not without kindly advising you to add more words to your speech. What's more, he adjusted to your strange-- ah he meant, fascinating communication style as best as he could;

— though it wasn't necessary since you fell in love with Azul the way he was. On the other side of things octomer had hard time recognising just what exactly he felt towards you. You nor Grim were barely of any value — even as workers both of you were easily replaceable. Additionally you were frankly put, poor, and rarely came without Ace and Deuce duo to dine in the Mostro Lounge;

— and yet Azul liked your company the most: it was refreshing to be listened for once with no judgement following afterwards. Although this way, he accidentally confirmed that he indeed harboured romantic feelings towards you. It wasn't the smoothest love confession, the one Azul deeply regrets making, yet it happened so he had to live with it for the rest of his life;

— next step would be frequent meetings, which he couldn't arrange due to his busy schedule. But it didn't prevent Azul from wanting to go on dates! Thus he settled for a laconic text message due to how packed the restaurant was when a generous discount was offered that day, he physically couldn't send anyone nor himself to deliver the invitation. Octomer was in office discussing with Jade what were the plans for the rest of the evening until their conversation halted upon hearing the sounds of commotion slipping from the main dinning hall;

— "OH MY GOD????? AZUUUUUULLL, GRIM AZUL-- I CAN'T BELIEVE ITTTT. HE ASKING ME OUT ON A-- ON A DATE!!!!"— your cried out, startling grey monster and others who were present in the restaurant. Poor Grim even dropped the piece of fish he had on a fork right on the floor, not that it stopped him from picking it up later, but he still whined for you to keep eating in silence;

— ....this.... energetic reaction from you surely was a great surprise to Azul. Equally astonished Jade turned to face his dorm leader, but the later only folded his glasses on the desk and layed his face into his palms. Azul could feel just how his face was burning from the embarrassment through the white gloves. It was amused Floyd who entered the office, with no filter repeating what just happened that forced octomer to tear his face away and order him to be quite in an unusually flustered high tone.

Kalim

— Scarabia dorm leader was tasked with something that was harder even than the homework teachers assigned: Kalim desperately wanted to ask you on a date! But....how would he do it? A word from Jamil, a surprise party, firework show— just how must he go about this whole thing? He was completely clueless!

— you were beautiful and wonderful and awesome and much more stuff he could name but you weren't talkative enough for him to understand you fully. At first, Kalim believed you were just shy: so he tried to ease the "tension" but often times he made things worse. Oh he forgot to mention that you were also extremely patient with white haired boy. That's why he fell even more in love with you than at the first sight ha ha!

— honestly Jamil found the whole situation to be needlessly tedious and decided to step in just this one time. First and foremost, Kalim had homework to do and prepare for exams so getting rid of disturbances was top priority. If Kalim had troubles choosing the way to ask you out, then he should just do the simplest thing in the book. Text you in Magicam;

— fortunately the vice dorm leader's proposal sounded good enough for Kalim, who gingerly pulled out his phone from the sand-coloured coat and shoot you a quick message. If the two of them didn't stay in the library to study, Kalim would let out a loud sign of exhaustion. Romance seemed to be so easy in the fairytales, like the one in particular from back home, he recalled. That's when all of the sudden someone let out a yelp that almost made Kalim fall off his chair;

— "WHAT?? A DATE WITH KALIM??? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! WOOOOOOOOO YEEEAAAAHHH, LET'S GOOOOO!!!!" you let go of the books you were holding, which fell right on top of Grim's head, and squeezed the phone with both of your hands while staring at the text. The monster was about to angrily tell you off when the librarian came over to you and demanded to be quiet in the reading room;

— Kalim's wide crimson eyes stared directly at wide-eyed Jamil. The later was signalling for the white haired boy to be quiet too and not to make any sounds. But given what Kalim just heard, he couldn't help drumming a little happy beat with his hands against the wooden surface of the table from sheer excitement. He finally saw it, your unrestricted elation!!

Vil

— Vil wasn't the impatient type of person per say. Yet him constantly flicking his eyes back at the clock, which was hanging in the Pomefiore gymnasium that he and other members of the club were currently occupying, would prove otherwise. It wasn't like him — and so it bothered Vil to no end;

— the truth was that beautiful male had too much on his hands recently, which normally wouldn't mean anything if it wasn't for you becoming his partner just a while ago. And by whims of fate, Vil couldn't even partake in the relationship. How ridiculous was that?

— that's not the only reason Vil's attention was drawn to the clock: the weather forecast showed that later today would be raining. And judging by how fast the clock went and his club members — not, the male wouldn't be able to even properly ask you on a date he started planning long time ago;

— Vil wished not to come to this, but it seemed like sending you a messenger via phone would be the best set of actions. The practice was basically over, so the troupe dissolved, each member doing their own thing. That included Epel, who wasn't in the club yet was supposed to do some chore for his dorm leader. The lavender boy hastily dialed your number — he was supposed to give you the history hometasks because Grim didn't note anything down as per usual;

— now just as impatiently awaiting for your reply, Vil looked around the room until he spotted Epel talking to someone on the phone. That's when from the other end he heard a distinct shouting: "I'M DEFINITELY DREAMING, VIL IS ASKING ME ON A DATE AHHHHHHHHHH!! I'M GONNA CRY FROM HAPPINESS, OH GODDD" — which without a doubt belonged to you;

— while first year winced from your loud celebrations, third year had to turn his face to the side and cover his mouth with a hand. Weren't you full of surprises, Vil thought out loud in a half whisper. The male then straighten out, pushing partially blond hair back, and made his way to Epel: he would very much like to speak to you now.

Idia

— Ortho was truly glad to see his brother change for better: despite still prioritizing himself above all, Idia had made tiny changes to improve himself in ways he could. The reason being not solely for himself or his little brother, but also to you, a stranger, a person outside of his circle;

— even the slightest reminder of the two of you being in a romantic relationship made Idia's palms excessively sweaty. With how low Idia's charisma stat was, he continuously speculated how this was all a set up. You were a real life kuudere and he was a socially inept weirdo, and yet with his incoherent rumblings, simultaneously self-deprecating and arrogant way of speaking flamed haired male somehow won your heart over;

— well anyways, what was important is that it didn't feel like he was talking to himself since you actually listened: asking him questions and stuff. Man, Idia really wanted to see you now — he recently found something that would definitely pique your interest. The male ordered Ortho to shoot you a text to come over to his room real quick. Who knows, maybe your eyes would widen and you would go "kyaa" or something, that would be a super rare sight indeed whehehe;

— as on a cue, just outside the door to his room the strangest noises have resounded. "HFSUHSHSUFJGGJGJ, IDIA YES YES I WILL GOOOOOO, I WILL GO ON A DATE WITH YOUUU" screamed a suspiciously familiar voice. The smaller Shroud checked the screen and happily declared that it seems that you were in a close proximity when the text had been sent;

— just what did Ortho typed you?? And THAT was your response?? Why it was so inhumane??? K.O., instantly in a pink blaze, just bury Idia in the ground already. For a second his little brother became really worried about his older brother well-being. Idia would probably die if he was drinking soda at that time. You didn't even know what was going on behind the closed doors, and maybe, that's for the best.

Malleus

— people were always a puzzling creatures, yet you proved to be even more enigmatic than those Malleus was fortunate enough to interact with. With little to no emotion and no unimportant word ever spoken you seemed cold and distant, just like his beloved gargoyles up on the roofs;

— for that reason he took a liking to you: meeting after meeting, Malleus came to see if you would show him anything, any smallest signs of emotion. He has become rather greedy with this, with constant need for your presence. However, how could briar prince be around you without any specific reason? And so the reason was created — you were his partner from at some point on;

— while it meant that his visits were now justified, Malleus did not know just what exactly romantic relationship carried with themselves. Undeniably, he felt his heart ache with adoration but what could he do to show you that? That's when his fae guardian came in for the rescue: Lilia, who took it upon to himself to teach everything he knows about dating;

— while Lilia had good intentions, the tale about "romantic dates" that humans practiced intrigued Malleus so much so he immediately wanted to hold one, which wasn't the initial plan. It took time to convince young prince to not disturb you at midnight, when you could possibly be already fast asleep, and instead send you a text message which you would read later. Not completely convinced, Malleus caved in, agreeing to go though the other fae's suggestions and under his guidance sending a bit too formal, awkward invitation for a date;

— not being sure what to do now, the dragon fae stared at the screen when the pop up window about the video call appeared. Confused, Lilia instructed him to press the green button, and just when Malleus's fingers came into contact with his phone it erupted in shouts;

—"GRIIIIIIIIM, LOOK. MALLEUS ASKED ME OUT ON THE DATE, HE WROTE ME A MESSAGE IN MAGICAM. IT'S REAL, GRIMMMMMM!!" your face wasn't visible, yet the voice undeniably belonged to you. You must have accidentally pushed the video call button, Lilia guessed as he chuckled, muting the microphone not to ruin the moment;

— Malleus had hard time understanding technologies, but what was crystal clear to him is your feelings. Now he had a better grasp of what was going on in your head. Truly, the fae was more than satisfied: to witness such a boisterous reaction just from a mere messege. Malleus couldn't wait to see what else you could reveal to him....

[bradtomlovesya]

GHOSTFACE

Tom Holland x Actress! Reader

Summary: You decide to prank you boyfriend and friends... sweet sweet revenge. (Based on this request - HERE - )

Warnings: Mentions of blood, injuries, serial killer!, a bit of dark humour at the end. (Let me know if I missed something)

W/C: 1.1k+

A/n: sorry the delay I was heartbroken and just started to feel like myself again. Thank you for being patient with me ♡. SUPPORT AN AUTHOR BY SHARING THEIR WORK 🫶🏻

Gif not mine

Tom still didn't know what your new project was. You had told him that you would have an important role in a big franchise but you hadn't told him more than that, you wanted it to be a complete surprise.

Your friends - and his friends as they were mutual friends of both of you - had arranged to go to the set as they would pick you up and then go for drinks at a nearby pub. They were just supposed to go and watch a bit of the set while you finished changing and taking off your make-up, or at least that's what they thought.

A few months ago, at Halloween, they all agreed to play a prank on you where Tom was supposed to be "possessed" and with Harry's help they had done so many effects and props that you completely believed it. Only to find out it was a joke. It was time for revenge.

You and a couple of friends from the set had an idea in hand, and had even discussed the idea with the director who thought it would be excellent publicity for the new film.

So there you were with a fake wound in your stomach that wouldn't stop bleeding and a fake knife in your hand, you hoped that in the dim light no one would notice the difference between it and the real thing.

As soon as you heard the voice of Tom and friends calling your name in the dark, empty set, you knew it was time to take action. You walked quickly with one hand covering your wound and approached them using your best acting techniques. Clearly, it was all being recorded.

"What are you guys doing here, didn't you see my message? Someone from the cast went crazy and we're waiting for the police" you tried to guide them as best you could to a 'hideout' "shit" you muttered.

"What are you talking about? Wait a minute..." spoke Tom, your boyfriend. "That's real?" He said fitting the pieces together in his head and moved his hand closer to your wound. He just grazed it, but your moan of pain was more than convincing. Now everyone was more than worried.

"Oh my god... I'll call the police" Harry said grabbing his phone so you snatched it away from him as soon as you heard the sound of something metal falling.

"We already called them" you muttered. "They're on their way. We just have to hide until the cops-" a secret compartment opened up in the floor and you fell through it as you screamed. An inflatable mattress was waiting for you below, but they were too scared to have noticed.

"Y/n!" Tom shouted in desperation and Sam covered his mouth with his hands. "Get your hands off me! We have to go get her!" A bead of sweat trickled down his back. This couldn't be happening. "She's my girlfriend, Sam!" Tom tried to struggle but between all the boys they managed to shut him up, there was a killer on the loose and all they needed was for Tom to shout out his exact location.

"Tom you won't be able to find her if you get killed so you need to keep your mouth shut," Harry mutters. "Promise if I take my hand away you'll stop screaming?" he asked and Tom nodded.

"What are we going to do now?" he asked in a low tone of voice and that's when your scream was heard throughout the studio.

"Tom help me!" you exclaimed in desperation. "Please!"

All the boys including your boyfriend ran off in the direction your voice came from. Tom ran faster than the rest but, when they reached the place, the light was very low and you were no longer there.

Or well, you were, only you were already wearing your Ghostface costume, ready for the final scare.

"I can't die, I still can't find a girlfriend!" Tuwaine started hyperventilating.

"I'm still a virgin! I can't die a virgin!" Paddy mentioned.

Harrison placed his hand on Tom's shoulder and Tom couldn't help but turn around with his fists in the air, that was his simp reflex.

"It's me, relax" Haz said holding up his hands so Tom could see them.

"Uhh... guys..." Harry pointed to a spot in front of him. "We've got company" right in front of them was you in full costume.

They all turned to run but as soon as they did they saw someone else standing there wearing the costume, the exact same costume.

They were surrounded. They all raised their fists in the air trying to look brave. In reality some had already wet their trousers.

"What do you want from us?" Your boyfriend exclaimed. "What did you do to my girlfriend?!" he shouted in frustration.

It was time to end the joke.

"I didn't do anything to your girlfriend" you spoke to him disguising your voice so they wouldn't recognise yours. "Because..." you took off your mask and laughed. "I am your girlfriend!" The lights came on as your friends and boyfriend looked on in shock.

"But what-" Haz muttered, trying to catch his breath.

"Don't miss Scream 5, only in cinemas," you spoke into a camera and winked.

"I thought you were dead!" Tom exclaimed and lifted you off the ground over his shoulder. He was a little annoyed... but he also understood that he deserved it, especially after the prank he played on you last halloween. "You little trickster," he laughed.

"So this is the movie you're working on, huh?" Sam asked and you nodded as soon as Tom allowed your feet to touch the ground.

"I have to admit that a prank on your boyfriend and his friends with the theme of the movie is great publicity" He said looking at all the cameras. "But I need another pair of trousers" he pointed to his now damp jeans and laughed embarrassed. "Don't look at me like that, I thought I would die without finding love."

Tuwain sighed "make that two pairs of trousers please and exactly as Harry said."

"Wait a second. This looks like another one of those Horror movies with predictable characters" Sam scoffed.

"What do you mean?" asked Tom.

"Well then... Tom is the main character and possible popular guy, y/n is his girlfriend who turns out to be the killer, Harry is the guy who records everything, I'm the filler character, Tuwaine is the 'coloured friend' - no offence - he clarified. And Paddy is the kid"

"What about me?" Haz raised his hand.

"You're the shallow blonde who dies at the beginning" explained Harry.

"Hey!" Harry groaned but then laughed, "Yeah...makes sense."

They all laughed. Tom knew he had to fight back better next year and you knew he would. This was just the beginning of a new annual prank war.

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[fatuismooches]

Pantalone and Dottore buzzing in my brain. Being in a poly relationship with them but they’re both so possessive of you in they’re own ways they can barely stand seeing the other with you.

Like Pantalone always pampering you and giving you gifts to show he can treat you far better than that doctor and Dottore making you little trinkets out of scrap metal (it’s endearing if nothing else) and always clinging to you, kissing your cheeks, giving you as much physical attention as he can (they both do this but Dottore would be much more public about it methinks, also Pantalone getting fussy cause he like gets you on an amazing skin care routine and Dottore has a gall to blemish your perfect skin by biting you, drives him up the wall)

Eventually from your pushing they learn to share you (maybe even tolerate each other to the point they can begrudgingly say they’re boyfriends) and just join together in their possessiveness😭

They get all fussy if you even look at another person for too long and will drag you away or cling to you to try and scare the other person away. It’s never your fault! No, no, it’s always the annoyance. How dare someone even try to take your attention, let alone speak to you when the two are around. Oughh if another harbinger grabs your attention they will not be afraid to get snappy with them, even if they’re higher ranking.

In conclusion i want to kiss them both on the cheeks [📺]

📺 ANON I'M LITERALLY TURNING INTO JELLY AHHHH I CAN'T DO THIS FLUFF TODAYYY 😭❤️❤️❤️ But omg REAL. REAL!!! All the Harbingers are possessive in their own way but these two? They're something else. Dottore for... obvious reasons and Pantalone is kinda self-explanatory too, I mean you are his most beloved treasure, it's only natural he wants you to be with only him! Especially not with the Doctor of all people. Of course the feeling is mutual, Dottore can't see anything beneficial you'd gain from hanging out with that damn banker, you should just stay in his lab and keep him company! So there is always some... not-so-hidden competition between the two. Trying to one-up the other and get you to agree with them. You've seen it all, you know all of their tactics, you aren't phased much anymore when they come up with a new scheme to get your attention and win you over. Though... you aren't complaining! It's still lovely to be the object of affection for these two men, you just wish... they would get along better. It gets awkward when they're both cuddling you and then they start making passive-aggressive comments to each other...

oh MY GOSH PANTALONE GETTING US A SKIN CARE ROUTINE AND DOTTORE RUINING IT IS MY NEW FAVORITE HC AWWW I'm chuckling way too hard at that 😭 why is it canon. Dottore does it because he loves to bite you, but it's an added perk when he sees how threateningly hard Pantalone is smiling at him. Look no matter what he does, Dottore's still biting you. Even if he cuts funding. Though please convince Pantalone that it's okay and that you don't mind the bites before the lab goes bankrupt. You're literally the peacemaker for them 😓 Omgefkfwnew now I can't get out of my mind soft moments with Pantalone doing skincare stuff together, he would be so gentle helping you apply it and all,, hng (Dottore isn't invited, Pantalone insists he can't appreciate this and for once you agree.)

HAHAHA SO TRUE getting to your breaking point because your boyfriends can't get along, you love them dearly but you cannot go another day with another passive-aggressive comment to each other. So you just leave for a bit. The only note you leave is that by the time you come back, they better be more civil towards each other. The two men are dead silent when they read that and think you just went out for a few hours perhaps but nope. You went out on a whole mission for a week or two. And they had absolutely no clue, which is a huge feat in itself... and who did you go with. Childe. Tartaglia. Oh my God they collectively agree to rip him to shreds when you get back. At least they can bond over hurting people. Mhm, having one scary dog Harbinger is already frightening, but two? Nightmare fuel for the average person. And them blaming the other person is so in character 😭 Nope, their beloved could never do anything wrong ❤️ But don't worry, you needn't worry about anyone else! All your love and affection, your smiles and laughs, should be reserved for them only. No one else should be able to bask in such things.

They both deserve kisses all over their cheeks, 100%. And also kiss them both on the lips to get them to stop arguing. But also do it quickly because if you kiss one for too long, the other will get irritated. Mhm, but then they collectively decide you haven't kissed them long enough so then you all are just kissing each other for an extended period of time. Good stuff.

[yunhohours]

CIX: Top 5 Kinks

request: could i request cix kinks? 🤪

p.s. the kinks are not necessarily in order

p.p.s. can we get a round of applause for me for not giving every cix member a pet play kink thank u

byounggon

overstimulation (receiving) - he will whine the entire time but he wants you to keep touching him until he’s shaking and crying. he needs that fairly regularly. bonus points because he gets the best sleep of his life afterwards.

praise - this one goes both ways. he needs to know he’s doing a good job and he’s gonna tell you how good of a job you’re doing even if it’s barely intelligible and peppered with breathy moans! he gets so kittenlike under your praise it’s so cute </3

somnophilia - loves to be woken up inside you whether it’s your mouth or your cunt. he’s so sensitive it feels so good!! :( he won’t be the one to wake you or do any of the work for that matter, but he will be the best and prettiest pillow prince for you.

face sitting - smother him. he’ll let you. he’ll ask for it. his eyes are rolling into the back of his head even though his eyes are closed because my god, he must be the luckiest person in the world to have his tongue deep inside you while you hold onto his hair for dear life. lovessss how messy he gets.

handjobs - there’s just something special about a good ol’ handjob for gon. it’s like all the times he fucked his own fist and tried to imagine your hand instead except now it’s real. he also likes how easily you can give him one. one slip of your hand down his boxers and it’s game on.

seunghun

mutual masturbation - seunghun is no stranger to his own fist. they’re best friends. so, naturally, he loves to get himself off while watching you pleasure yourself for his view. it’s the prettiest thing he can imagine. he loves to instruct you on how to touch yourself for him. his ego loves when you listen.

dumbification - ohhh my god when you’re head empty only seunghun? his life goal. he gets so fucking cocky and can’t wipe the smirk off of his face when your words start failing you because he’s making you feel so good and he just has to rub it in. aww, can’t talk to me? no lights on in that little head anymore?

marking - seunghun is possessive. we all know that. does not want you to look at another man, does not want another man to look at you. but if other men must look at you, he’d like to leave behind some reminders on your skin that you’re his. and he likes to wear yours too. bonus points because every time he sees them, he’s reminded of exactly how they were made.

filming - similarly to what i mentioned with mutual masturbation, seunghun likes to be your director. he’ll film you, telling you to do this and pose like that for the camera. he likes making a creative little memory of your time between the sheets together. he will make you watch them with him whenever the urge strikes.

make up sex - seunghun likes to prove himself. there’s no better time to do that than when he’s got some ground to make up with you. sex after a fight ignites a special kind of ambition within him that he can’t quite channel otherwise. it’s always the most spectacular sex that feels more like a wet dream because irl sex has never been that good. ever.

yonghee

edging - yonghee is so mean in the sweetest way possible. he will coo at you and lay the thickest fake pity on you while he keeps bringing you just to the brink of orgasm, letting it die, and then starting again. he’ll be disgustingly sweet about it at the same time, pushing your sweaty hair out of your face and telling you how pretty you look for him and how well you’re doing.

phone sex - yonghee enjoys making you squirm and the fact that he can accomplish that just with his voice is… <3 he doesn’t usually engage in it planning to find his own pleasure, but sometimes he can’t help himself when he hears how breathy your voice gets or your little whines on the other end of the phone.

pet play - oh, you are yonghee’s kitten. he will not be shy to fully indulge. you’ll have kitten ears, a collar, a tail. he’ll scratch your head and call you to his lap. when he senses that you’re needy, he’ll refer to it as purring. what’s that? are you purring for me, kitten?

thigh riding - yonghee wants to take care of you okay :( sometimes it may not be the most feasible to take your clothes off or do anything that requires too much time or effort. in those times, he’ll help you get off on his thigh to hold you over. he won’t even be mean about it. he’ll guide you with his hands so you don’t have to do anything but feel good for him. he also very much loves watching how you only need his thigh to fall apart so he will still sometimes do this even if you have plenty ability to do more

finger sucking/fucking - just consider this the category for all things involving yonghee’s fingers. he loves to finger you because he can usually do so any time anywhere and just watch your face morph from the pleasure he’s giving you. he likes how obediently you suck on his fingers and he’ll sometimes stop you from talking/disagreeing with him by filling your mouth with a finger. shh shh shh, open.

jinyoung

oral sex (giving) - jinyoung loves going down on you because he can get lost in it. he easily learns how you react to even the most minor stimulation and he gets a bit competitive with himself about it. sometimes he wants to make you cum faster than last time, sometimes he wants to see if he can make you louder this time.

cockwarming - he wouldn’t like this idea initially upon learning about it, but when he thinks about how he can use it to drive you crazy… he loves it. he has a surprising amount of patience so he’ll sit you on his cock and wait for you to start squirming and begging him for more. then he’ll act like you’re just so incredibly needy, tsking at you as he gives you what you both want.

hair pulling (receiving) - he’d probably never be able to put into words why he loves it when you pull his hair, but he does. to the point that when you pull his hair, his eyes will sometimes roll into the back of his head. he has to recenter himself every time because it’s like he gets pulled out of his own body.

morning sex - jinyoung can get in his own head more often than he’d like and sometimes that can put a lot of unnecessary pressure on sex for him. morning sex is good for him because he’s usually still too foggy to overthink. he’s able to operate instinctively and starting the day with good sex will leave him in a more positive headspace for the rest of the day.

restraints (receiving) - similarly to the last one, being restrained forces jinyoung to let go. if he can’t see or touch you, he can’t place much pressure on himself. additionally, he gets very excited and sensitive to even the smallest of touches when you’re calling all the shots. give him head while he’s cuffed and blindfolded and you’ll never be able to think about anything else.

hyunsuk

quickies - hyunsuk loves quickies for a few reasons: 1) he usually gets to fuck the soul out of you for the sake of time and 2) they sometimes happen in places you two should probably not be fucking in the first place.

creampie - letting hyunsuk cum inside you is like telling him he won the lottery. he will never get used to the feeling of releasing inside you and then watching himself drip from you when he pulls out. his eyes will be transfixed on the sight.

choking - choking or being choked—hyunsuk likes both. he would neeever suggest or attempt to choke you on his own, but if he knew it was something you liked, he’d try it and find that he likes it too. but choke him back. you’ll be able to tell by his eyes and the surprised moan that he loves it.

jealous sex - this one has stipulations but if everything comes together just right, hyunsuk fucking loves jealous sex. for one, the jealousy has to be resolved. if he feels like you’re still making him insecure, this won’t happen. he needs to know there is no actual threat or problem. second, he will not admit that he likes this. but boooooy does he give you the fuck of your life every time! it’s very similar to seunghun and make up sex.

dirty talk - listen, he’d be so shy about this at first. he would not feel confident at all talking dirty to you, but he would know that every time you said something filthy to him, he had to try like hell not to cum right then and there. with time, he’d experiment with doing it more himself, and once he got the hang of it, he’d never look back. you’d never be safe again. in bed, out of bed, in text - he’s making your mouth dry as often as humanly possible.

[venusjaynie]

thank you lovely 🧎‍♀️ I rlly like ur idea of billy being so touchy with reader in front of the fruity four. ignore this idea if u don’t like it but.. how abt cockwarming with billy while hanging out w them? U both have a blanket wrapped around u and u are sat on his lap and he slips himself inside of u because he’s so horny for u. U wanna move but he won’t let u because the others will get suspicious. eventually he can’t take it the tension anymore turns you around thrust into you chasing his high at a relentless pace while you suck his neck whilst the others realise what’s happening and are in awe of how good billy as he degrades and praises you?

LMAO I need to touch some grass 😭 ignore this if it’s too long HAHA

oh my god. this is amazing. i changed the ending slightly just because exhibitionism isn't really my thing, but i hope you still enjoy it!

billy hargrove x fem!reader

cw: 18+ MDNI cockwarming, p in v sex, dom!billy, sub!reader, jealous!billy, brat!reader, degrading, edging, (tiny bit of) hair pulling, unprotected sex (wrap it before your tap it!), petnames (sweetheart, dollface etc) fluffy ending because i'm a slut for fluff

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You and the rest of the older kids are in your living room, having a pajama night - not party, which Eddie was adamant about- and the seven of you were spread out across the floor, sofas and armchairs. The movie you had been watching was now long forgotten, and the group of you were idly chatting and laughing.

Billy wasn't wearing a shirt, and his lower half was clad in pajama pants. Only pajama pants. You had asked him to put boxers on, but he was against the prospect of "caging his manhood" as he put it. You decided not to comment on it anymore, but the thought of him being completely naked save for a thin layer of plaid material practically had you dripping.

Billy has been clingy and possessive all night, and it's not that you necessarily mind, but that you'd rather him express his jealousy in the comfort of your bedroom (which, in his defense, is just upstairs) and not in front of Nancy, Jonathan, Steve, Robin and Eddie. He says he thinks Eddie has a crush on you, but you disagree. You've tried, on multiple occasions, to tell him that Eddie's your friend, and the friendly feeling is mutual, but he won't hear any of it. So, he's had you in his lap for the past 25 minutes, and every so often you feel him shift and readjust himself beneath you.

"Billy, how's things at the workshop?" It's Steve who asks Billy about work.

"Not bad, man. Pretty busy at the minute, but nothing I can't handle." He laughs lightly, but it quickly cut off as you subtly grind down against him. The blanket covering you both hides your movement pretty well, and the only one who has a real reaction is Billy. He coughs: a warning. You know you shouldn't push him further, but you can feel him getting hard, and you can't help but encourage him. You roll your hips slightly, and instead of facing the group, you turn to straddle him. He freezes up, and his eyes close for a split second, before he regains his composure and acts as though everything is normal.

Your arms are wrapped around his neck, and you movements are becoming more frequent, more consistent. You do your best to not make it obvious, but it's getting increasingly more difficult as Billy's reactions to your movements become more visible. You think you can see Nancy glancing over at the two of you occasionally but you don't have it in you to care at this moment.

After sometime, you cease your movements, and think that Billy will stop being so jealous.

You're wrong.

As you go to turn back around to face the group, Billy slips his cock into your cunt, and you go stiff.

"Shit, Billy." You half whisper-half moan into his ear, and he smirks. You don't more out of fear that the others will realise what's going on. You just bury your face into Billy's neck, and close your eyes tightly. He doesn't reply, but you can feel him smirking against your shoulder. You decide that if he gets to put his dick in you in front of everyone, you won't make it an easy feat for him.

Your lips attach to his neck, kissing it gently, moving upwards behind his ear, and you feel his sharply exhale against your skin. Your kisses slowly turn into biting and sucking little hickeys here and there, and you know he's becoming more pent up by the minute, but that doesn't deter you any.

Billy's sweating, his forehead is glistening and his palms are becoming clammy. He grabs your hips as a silent warning, attempting to pin you in place and slow your discreet rocking back and forth, but his actions do little to stop you.

He can tell the others are growing suspicious as Nancy's asked him twice if he's alright, and Jonathan has been wearily glancing over every so often.

"Fuck, you gotta stop, darlin'" He whispers to you, his voice quiet but demanding, however you shake your head in response, showing no signs of stopping.

"Isn't this what you wanted?"

"You're a fuckin' brat." His grip on you is probably strong enough to leave bruises, but that only makes you want to tease him further. You grind down some more, and leave some hickeys on his collarbone, right where you know everyone will see when he's on duty tomorrow at the pool. His left hand leaves your hip and reaches up to roughly grab your chin. He brings his mouth close to your ear, and bites your lobe, before dropping his voice and whispering,

"Bedroom. Now." And your heart nearly out of excitement.

You slowly pull off of him, emitting a breathy groan from the back of Billy's throat. Once you're sure he's pulled his pajama pants over his dick, you slide off of his lap, taking the blanket that was previously covering both you and your boyfriend, and excuse yourself, making up some batshit lie about how you need to look for something in your room.

When you leave, Billy waits approximately 17 seconds before Billy announces to the group that he thinks he should help you look. Eddie throws him a suspicious glance but doesn't say anything directly to Billy, instead whispering something to Robin. Billy isn't too sure that the group believe your lies, however he doesn't really care.

He makes his way up the stairs to your shared bedroom to find you lying on the bed, with a look of anticipation spread across your face. He smirks, and slowly stalks over to where you're lying, shorts and panties off and legs spread.

"I'm gonna fuckin' rip you apart, dollface." He takes off his clothing, and puts his big hands on your waist, lining up his rock hard dick with your entrance. Billy wastes no time in thrusting his cock into your pussy, and you could scream at the sensation. He fucks you hard, pushing his dick into you so he's balls deep, and then pulling almost the whole way out so just his tip in still in you.

"Fuck- Billy- Oh God!" You practically wail, your hands in his hair, tugging slightly on his curls.

"Gotta be quiet, sweetheart. We've got company downstairs, remember?" You do your best to nod at his words, even though you're struggling to comprehend what he's saying as he roughly shoves his dick into your weeping cunt. You can feel his balls slapping your skin with every thrust, and it gets you closer to your climax every time.

"Billy, I need to- fuck- need to cum." You're panting below him, so close to reaching your high, but he just laughs.

"You've been a brat tonight, don't you dare cum before I do." His words make you whine, but he doesn't seem to care, thrusting into you harder and wrapping your legs around his waist. "Saw Eddie starin' at you tonight. Bet he'd love to be where I am right now."

He uses his hand to move your chin, forcing you to make eye contact with him, and he almost cums at the mere sight of your watery eyes and pouty bottom lip.

"You rather have him fucking you?" You shake your head, but he tuts at you. "Nope, gotta use words, baby. You want Eddie to fuck you?

"No! Just want you, Billy." He smirks, and leans down to kiss you.

"Why's that, doll?" You try to answer, but the feeling of Billy gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises has you speechless. "You don't think he could make you feel this good, huh? He couldn't make you cum as hard as I do?" You shake your head and tilt it back in please as Billy sucks and bites at your neck. "That's right, sweetheart. He couldn't please you how I do. Could never make you feel this way, ain't that right?"

"Yeah, Billy. He couldn't make me feel this good- fuck!" Billy's movements don't slow, but the slight stuttering of his hips tell you that he's reaching his high, and you arch your back, letting out a guttural moan at the feeling of his hips smacking against your thighs.

"Darlin'- shit- I'm gonna cum." Billy's hips rock against you and he plants his face in your neck, thrusting his dick into you and fucking you through his orgasm. You expect his movements to relent, but he keeps going, and you can't hold on much longer.

"Oh God, Billy- I'm gonna cum- Can I cum? Please?" His thrusts are slower now, less rhythmic, and he nods into your shoulder.

"Yeah, baby, cum for me. Just for me." At his words, you let go, and he kisses your chest, and your shoulder, working his way up to your lips, leaving markings on your neck and collarbone.

"Shit- you did so good for me, dollface." Billy connects his lips with your, kissing you softly - a stark contrast from his movements mere seconds ago.

"C'mon, let's get you cleaned up and then we'll go back to the others."

"Oh my god, I forgot they were here." Your cheeks heat up in a sort of embarrassment, but Billy just smirks at you.

"Hopefully they know what we were doing so Munson doesn't try to make a move on my girl. And if he didn't figure it out, the hickeys on your neck should relay the message."

"Ugh, I hate you." You swat at his shoulder, but he catches your hand before it makes contact with his body.

"No you don't." He lifts your hand to his mouth and kisses all the way up your arm, and you can't help the butterflies in your stomach from fluttering around.

"I know."

[hauntedwizardmoment]

HI HELLO. here to play dolls. love it here. following up on two of the asks so far: obsessed w/ the adventuring party meeting the clones, first of all. perry/j3 hookups......aurora and j2 having a weird little level of mutual respect that definitely does not herald anything chill about either of them....DAGBERT AND J4 GETTING ALONG....it's everything to me. envisioning some sort of world where the party needs jace to tap back in (such as the setup you gave in the prior ask about porter meeting them) but he's busy with The Plan so he goes okay i can't do that but i can do this instead. and sends along either one or multiple of the clones. and chaos ensues.

ALSO. JACEPORTER BONNIE AND CLYDE TYPE MOMENT. i'm gonna lose it i'm so delighted by that. to pull off heists/crimes/whatever you Know jace is gonna go have to be the Face and probably do some flirting and seduction to ease the way. and you Know porter's gonna have Thoughts about that whenever it comes up on a job. (or alternately tbh porter has to be the one to do so if a job goes sideways. that's also fun to think about.)

YAYYYYYY oh my god jace sending the clones out with his old adventuring party. i think maybe this is a j3 special. j2's been with porter. j4's confined to the house. jace voice j3 get out of my sight go do this. if you die you die.

and so like. j3 gets shipped off to the red wastes and introduces himself as a jaceclone. he's made of snow and rubies but don't worry everyone he's just like the real thing in every way ;) some have even told him he's better ;)

and like. aurora is avoiding him bc she wasn't exactly on board with jace's magic on the best of days and she basically considers j3 an aberration of the highest order. but the others are all fawning over him. ysvelde and invidia and dagbert think he's FASCINATING. and then there's peregrine. her husband. who cannot stop looking at this... thing like it matters.

somehow they all end up drinking by a campfire and the question comes up: hey j3, do you have any of jace's memories? and j3 is like, technically yes, all of them, but it's complicated. they come and go, they're usually set off by something. it's kind of scary. and peregrine's hand settles on his thigh. and suddenly it's 10 years earlier and peregrine's doing the same thing, with intent, in a dark corner of a tavern, and he's pulling jace close for a kiss that tastes like ale. and then j3's back with the rest of the group. and he's like "yeah, like that"

anyways. obviously this culminates in an ill-advised hookup between peregrine and j3. which leads to an emotional affair with long, pining letters sent to and from scattered outposts in the red wastes. and jace is like "oh wow you stupid bitch you're in for a real treat when he realizes youre not worth the trouble. have fun though!" and just lets it continue, much to j4's misery.

ALSO speaking to jaceporter bonnie and clyde. god. when porter sends jace out with a vial of poison and his good looks and charms. they have a mark and jace is going to seduce and kill the guy. the poison slips into the guy's negroni with ease and within 20 minutes he collapses at the bar. they go to the guy's hotel room to rob him and end up fucking on the bed. porter's extra possessive bc he both hates and loves seeing jace flirt with other people <3

[philtstone]

Aditha/nandini jacket

AFTER A MILLION YEARS I FINIALLY FINISHED THIS set in this verse and a prequel to the silly asides in this fic. a mix of book and movie canon as usual! for those who responded to my wip poll im sorry i ignored literally all of your votes and instead worked on "in which vandiyadevan is trapped in the toilet" but it ended up working out for everyone (me and the 2 mutuals reading this) so whos laughing NOW anyway apologies in advance for any cultural errors or general incoherency; its one in the morning and maya is in a different time zone. i had to google things! also none of this is serious. enjoy!

Evening is cooler than Nandini expected.

After the tumultuous heat of Poonghuzhali’s van, and the station, and the day, and the week — well, she did not anticipate shivering in the dark outside this dormitory. The leather motorcycle jacket she so pointedly wore in the blistering sun now, a week later, lies untouched beside her. They have had three stare-offs in the last twenty minutes, she and the jacket. She cannot bring herself to put it on; the idea leaves a queer feeling in her belly that she doesn’t care to examine. 

The dormitory itself is a relatively humble one, considering the wealth of its former occupant’s family. More a boy’s hostel than the kind of lodging the Cholas might secure for their most beloved child. Arunmozhi seems completely unbothered by the state of it. He grins widely at the orange toned walls, scuffed, and the low doors, slamming open and shut at intervals (though less now, so late into the night), and the general ruckus of the boys who greet them. They were all but cheering in welcome of their former dorm mate and his mismatched band of traveling companions, needing a place to avoid the authorities and – impossibly – his Uncles’ and her fathers’ spies, last minute. There was a lot of hugging that went around, at any rate. It’s not quite an elder siblingish relationship, Nandini thinks, though she is absurdly then struck by the question of whether the benign, chummy, kindly way Arunmozhi interacts with the younger boys is patterned after the way his own — that is to say, he has an older br — oooh.

Nandini does not want to think about it.

Just as well, because she’s many other, marginally less useless things to think of.

She is thinking of these things quite obsessively, in matter of fact. Scientific observation would suggest a verge on neuroticism. So it goes in Nandini’s head: oh, Lord, My Mother. She is Here. I’ve met Her. She is Alive after all, and so Beautiful, and so Fucking Weird. 

(The capitalizations are quite manifest in her own thoughts). 

If anyone else were to say the last she’d box them, but God it is true, and Nandini is nearly brought to happy tears by the realness of her mother’s strangeness. Her mother is exactly the same height as she. Her ears are not pierced. She favours her left leg, while Nandini favours neither, but when she walks she sways her hips in much the same way Nandini does when she is not thinking about it. She has hair which is nearly the same length and weight and texture, and it curls around the ears such that it must tickle – Nandini has much experience with this. Her mother’s fingers taper off as hers do; the nail beds are the same; her mother’s chin dimples against her neck in a way Nandini has always felt insecure about in herself. They have a mole in the same spot on their arm; Nandini’s left toe has a bunion near identical to the left toe of her mother; the bottom row of her mother’s teeth lay the same; her mother’s breasts are not very small, but not overly large either, and sit in the same position Nandini's do; her cheeks possess vestiges of the same roundness; her elbow wrinkles in the same way; her eyebrows are a bit unkempt in the middle, like Nandini’s were when she was a child and could not be bothered with their upkeep.

How strange it is! To see your own face so clearly in another. The slope of her nose — the curve of her mouth — the way her hair falls. Nandini wonders if this is what she will look like when she is old. She wonders if she is what her mother looked like when she was young. Surely the answer is yes. They are now inseparable in her mind, she and her mother, and it is overwhelming. She does not even need a father anymore; he has been axed from the equation. She has a mother. She knows her mother! 

And when she saw her mother for the first time, cheerfully led out of the very mundane, uninspired Thanjai local jail, her mother knew her. Nandini had stood, transfixed, as Mandakini had touched her gently on the cheek, just so, and began to cry quiet little tears that slipped down her cheeks like they were the simplest thing in the world for her to give, to feel, to shed.

Nandini has always hated crying. Real crying, anyway; she is an expert fake crier, as anyone successful in the world of Tamil soaps must be. But real crying is snotty and uncontrollable and undignified. 

Nandini thinks (she has been thinking all evening – it is really getting to be bad for her health) that is what makes her mother at once so unfamiliar, too.

There is so much tenderness in her face. Even without words (Nandini is so very good with words, honeyed and poisoned and flat and querulous, even, rarely, honest) her mother tells the world of her love. For her daughter (who craves it so badly); for Arunmozhi (who despite Nandini’s earliest assumptions seems to know he must earn it, however freely it is given); for simply living, it seems. Nandini cannot understand this last part. Life has been on whole pretty miserable, for her mother. What right does it have to her love? 

Nandini does not think she could ever love like that. 

She’s seated and steeped in these ruminations on the topmost step of the dusty concrete facing the dormitory courtyard; behind her must be the toilets, for there is a light on inside one of them, and in front of her is a small garden decorated with scraggly trees which housed the mango-stealing monkey who had earlier been tormenting the dorm’s inhabitants, and a little walking path. Earlier, in the dark, she saw Arunmozhi and her mother (her mother!) start off on a little walk along the path. She supposes it does make sense; they have not seen each other in a while, and he has explained to her how Mandakini saved him from that lake, and that rickshaw, and also his own slippery bathtub once in this very same dorm. They’re old pals: Nandini knew this going into the venture. He knows sign language and everything, and can communicate with her far better than Nandini can. So it makes sense that they must now catch each other up – she on why the police inspector was bribed to arrest her (this is still a little muddy) and he on his future career plans (vague) and current family business rescue plans (hairbrained and relying too much on the goodwill of Nandini herself, if she’s being honest). But watching them go, arm in arm, signing animatedly at one another left a strange ache in her heart. That was a while ago. Bits of the yard are illuminated by the light from one or two dorm windows, but on whole, it is past curfew, and therefore dark; Nandini is more or less alone with her thoughts and also the noise from the city beyond the wall. 

Being alone, she has spent the last thirty seconds staring sightlessly at some invisible point in front of her, eyes the size of saucers, spiraling.

“Erm – ahem.”

Nandini startles so badly her bangle-clad wrist nearly knocks into her own nose.

Aditha Karikalan has never been particularly tall. When they were teenagers there was a brief month where she had an inch on him. Right now, however, he stands above her such that she has to look up, and once more notice the fact that he does carry himself with a kind of dignified height. Which Nandini appreciates. Or did appreciate. Or – well, she is not sure. The last week has been quite a lot of everything. He wears a loose linen button down in a bright orange pattern open over a t-shirt, and a simple dhoti clumsily tied (she remembers the rare time he wore one in school, when they weren’t wearing their uniforms, she had helped him tie it), and sandals, and his wrists are sporting a nice fancy watch but they’re also covered in enough bead bracelets that, paired with his hair – unruly and wild and long as ever – he really does look far more the part of children’s camp counselor than first son of any kind of business mogul-cum-politician. 

Which Nandini appreciates. Or could appreciate. Or – well, she is not sure. A week ago, she would have very deliberately said, well, and what does a camp counselor make, anyway – I want to be a Bollywood actress, and glared him down out of spite. 

The last week really has been a lot of everything.

Anyway; she stares at him. Amidst her up-til-now very private spiraling.

Her mother her mother her mother her mother oh she is so known but so unknown oh they cannot love the same oh perhaps Nandini cannot love at all oh that must mean that must mean must it mean? that she, Nandini, well could she be broken is that what her mother sees surely she sees –

“I just – well. There’s the – the restroom is right there. So I’d come to …” And here Aditha stops his terribly uncomfortable and verging on comical awkward explanation, tilts his head – some immaterial spark of understanding happening in his sharp lovely eyes – and says, in an abortedly gruff tone that does very little to prevent what happens next,  “Nandini … are you – alright?”

Nandini, rather unexpectedly, begins blubbering. Loudly.

Her face crumples in on itself. Her shoulders hunch inward. Her nose gets snotty and her throat clogs up. And in general, she makes a very pathetic sort of hiccupy wailing noise, which she had not planned for.

“Shit,” says Aditha above her, after a moment of stunned silence. “Fuck, okay – Nandini? Well, you shouldn’t cry – come on, pull it together. The toilets are right there, look, someone’s even using them. Uh – well – alright, alright. It’s alright.”

None of his stammered, asinine condolences register much in Nandini’s ears. She is just very overwhelmed. It is only after a moment of her crying, sat on her rump outside the men’s toilets, that the stiff, chilly awkwardness of the night air changes, and there is a person quite suddenly beside her, and then not just beside her at all, but holding her – his arms carefully wrapped around her shoulders, his warm chest a perfect distance from her cheek, his large hands flattening clumsily over her back. Their knees bump together, and it isn’t very graceful at all – she refuses to move, so he must lean over ungainingly, and is probably quite uncomfortable doing it. 

Nandini cries into Aditha’s shoulder for five or ten minutes. He only pats her back stupidly once, at the start, and by the end of it, it is a proper embrace, and they are even rocking back and forth just a little.

It’s nice.

Presently, Nandini’s tears slow, and she registers the position she is in more properly. Whole-bodily, in fact. She had not expected that her body’s memory would slip back into this embrace so easily, and the realization is disquieting. She does not move, and Aditha does not move – she wonders if he is having the same panicked, wary thoughts – and so they sit in a stupid little impasse, hugging, for another two minutes. 

It’s getting to the point where she is noticing his cologne, so Nandini decides it is high time to pull herself together; she sits up, wiping at the snot on her face, and pretends her stomach is not in knots. A lopsided roll of toilet paper materializes in front of her nose. Oh – Aditha is holding it. She eyes it like a ticking bomb. It’s a bit squashed, like it was in his pocket. He must have brought it with him, earlier, which means he really did mean to use the bathroom, which means he hadn’t actually sought her out – 

Had he? He’s still holding her, sort of, and Nandini is terribly disoriented to realize that it is not an abhorrent sort of feeling, as she has very deliberately imagined it would be in the past, when hosting her more elaborate and vindictive daydreams in which she supposed they might reunite, not because she missed him badly but because she nursed ongoing fantasies of holy vengeance; all of those ended with her dumping a bucket of slop over his head. Instead, she has stopped feeling a decent measure of her earlier anxiety, and is breathing more normally now, and the rapidity of her thoughts have veered away from the breakneck pace of before. 

That could just be the crying. Her brother used to say that a tender weeping was good for one’s spirit. 

Nandini’s lip wobbles again; she misses Nambi, and is overwhelmed with a trickling feeling of shame – hadn’t she just left him, for so many months, and ignored all his overly-formal emails? 

The idea of emails makes her remember she has not sent a mildly threatening missive (subject line: I Know You Know Something About Mandakini Nolastname) from her ghost account to Sundura Chola in a while, and then that makes her think, well, it’s pointless now – her stalwart ally Arnunmozhi won’t have any reason to give her gently reproachful looks re: her long term haunting of his invalid father anymore – she’s found her mother – and then she is re-visited, very strongly, at once, by the dual reality of oh God her mother and oh God, Aditha is holding me.

Fuck, she needs to blow her nose.

“Here,” comes Aditha’s low voice, as though he’s read her mind. Which of course he hasn’t. But still. He tears off a piece of the toilet paper for her. Nandini trembles, and does not know whether she ought to lean in closer, or pull away entirely. She can feel his heartbeat against her shoulder, and while Nandini does not have a lot of experience with the biological sciences, it is beating rather more quickly than the average human heart ought to be.

“Oh,” she says, taking the tissue on autopilot. She dabs at her face, which must surely be smeared in kajol by now, and then her nose, which is probably ugly and red.

Good thing it’s so late at night.

After she’s done, because there doesn’t seem anything better to do – the alternative is getting up and fleeing, and Nandini is not a coward – she turns and stares at him.

Aditha clears his throat and scuffs one foot into the dirt at their feet, but he doesn’t look away. He’s grown a beard. She noticed this first thing last week. He never had one before.

“It’s just,” Nandini says, again on autopilot, “-- my mother.”

Ah, her mother. Poonghuzhali had demonstrated a very rare bout of tearful emotion and Arunmozhi his by now expected kindly friendship; Vandiyadevan had slipped her extra clementines after his grocery run and even Kundavai had been looking at her more gently than usual all afternoon. 

Until now, Aditha had been avoiding her. At her words his expression flickers, oddly, a shade of genuine concern colouring his face, before settling into something not quite effortless in its knowing but careful and gentle. She’d forgotten that he could look at her like that. It’s different now, just a little bit. The Look from before was more boyish, and the look now has a kind of sadness to it that makes it feel more real. Maybe it’s the beard. Unease fills her chest again, tenses up her hands. What must he be thinking? Why did he go about all day avoiding her? Alright, so she has also been avoiding him – all week now, to be sure – but – but –

“It must be really strange,” he says suddenly. His voice is deeper than before but not by much. She has not noticed this until right now, because they are sitting so closely and he is speaking quite softly. “Finding – finding someone who is so like you, all of a sudden.”

Whatever was on the verge of backflipping in the pit of Nandini’s stomach sours. Her chin trembles; she looks away. “I suppose.”

“Can’t really prepare for it, I guess.”

She sniffs. “I’ve been looking for months,” she says, more pointedly than perhaps she means. Looking does not equal preparation; the person she was in that Sri Lankan library was not entirely well, let alone prepared. Nandini is woman enough to acknowledge this. To herself, anyway. 

“It’s – it’s funny really,” he continues, deliberately gruff again, but not with the awkwardness of before; it’s more sincere now, roughened with honesty, yet in a way that is entirely oblivious to Nandini’s chin wobbles, “I can’t really understand what she’s saying half the time,” he rubs at his knee with one free hand, “but you know what I’ll tell you – I don’t think – well, I’ve never seen anyone with the same sort of sweetness in their face.” 

“As what,” croaks Nandini.

He looks at her strangely. Nightlife honks and buzzes past the dorm walls, cocooning them. “As you,” he says, like she is being stupid.

Nandini flushes deep from within. No – he must be lying. Hadn’t he called her a poisonous witch just last week? 

She supposes he must have meant that, but she knows Aditha well, and she knows when he is lying, even now – she has come to know, through many a painful altercation (the witch thing, and also she has threatened to kill him a few times) – and she resolves that whatever he meant last week, right now, he is also being honest. She feels somewhat dizzy. The urge to bolt is real. He, too, is looking a bit terrified, like maybe he did not exactly plan to say that in so many words, or maybe he had but now that it is out in the open he’s realizing it sounds a lot more – a lot more – than anticipated. 

“Have you really watched my show?” Nandini blurts out, more loudly than she means to. 

If Aditha’s eyes were wide already, they widen even further in alarm. This was a tidbit Vandiyadevan gave away two days ago; she thinks Aditha has still not forgiven him. He stammers,

“It was the only thing on TV,” with very little bravado. But then, before Nandini’s chest can deflate, as though shaking himself he says, more resolutely, “well, what was I supposed to do? That one scene of yours went viral on Twitter and the aunties at camp – who know very little about acting, may I add – just repeated what they read, blah blah blah like twittering little quails, but I am an educated person, Nandini, and a role model for children, and I have to investigate my news for myself –”

“Thank you for the tissue,” Nandini interrupts, because if she keeps her mouth occupied, then maybe that will quell its urge to spread into a large smile – maybe even emit a hysteric giggle or two – as if it’s forgotten that she only went into dead-end television acting in the first place because of the Veera Pandiyan scandal –

How much of that was really Aditha’s fault, though?

Nandini’s heart thumps rapidly. Now she’s really being crazy. Think of your mother again, girl. Go back to blubbering or something. Aditha blinks at her a few times. The light is pretty dim (they are lit from behind), but just enough that she can see the flush on his neck and ears. Have they been this close the whole time? 

“You – you were shivering when I got here,” he manages, instead of answering. “It’s kind of cold, isn’t it?”

Nandini is not shivering now. In fact, the place where his arm is still held against her back is so warm she thinks she could doze off in contentment just leaned up against him, if not for the fact that her stomach is doing gymnastics beneath the crop of her top. She nods anyway.

“I will be fine.”

“You should wear your jacket,” he says, roughly.

Nandini blinks. “Oh – no, I can’t. That’s yours.”

She isn’t looking for a reaction, per se; the words just sort of come out. She can very well see the bob of his throat, though, and the slight inhale he takes – his chest moves against her shoulder – before he says,

“Come on, Nandu, it was a gift.”

Nandini is overcome by a very strong urge to scream. Or swoon. If she had ever had reasons for wanting to kill him, she’s forgotten them just now. In fact it is very easy to forget the existence of everything around them – her lingering fragility about her mother, or the fact that they are right out in the wide open air, and there’s the real possibility that Kundavai of all bloody people will interrupt them. All these are things entirely immaterial, because unbidden her hand has moved up to press gently against Aditha’s chest, and she can clearly feel the rough pad of his thumb against the bare skin of her back, and they really are sitting so very close – a puff of his breath brushes against her cheek – and her heart goes thump thump thump thump so loudly she can’t really hear anything else.

His eyes have dropped to her mouth. “Nandini, love …” he starts, in a murmured, involuntary whisper.

Nandini tilts her head so very slightly closer …

Bang! 

If it is possible for two people to jump a foot apart while still being seated, Nandini and Aditha achieve this. Behind them, in the spilling light of the open bathroom door, lounges the person of Vandiyadevan, who is doing a very bad job at putting on suave and chill airs. Faintly, there is the sound of a toilet flushing behind him.

“No one could have guessed how badly this door sticks, eh?” he says loudly, holding up a roll of paper not unsimilar to Aditha’s. He tries and fails to adjust his footing, stumbling sideways a little into the door frame and then giving them both the finger guns. “Well! Beautiful night. Don’t mind me, carry on!”

“Vandiyadevan,” Aditha’s voice filters into her ears distantly, like it is coming from very far away. “How – long … have you been in there?”

“I was using the facilities! What, can’t a man take a piss after a long day’s honest espionage –? Ayyo! Wait, no, I promise I’m leaving!”

“That’s not the – we weren’t doing anything –!” Nandini hears Aditha splutter out in a strangled yell.

Which is just as well, too, because by the time he has turned back around, she is already gone, bangles clinking as she flees, scrambled away to hide behind the dark corner of the building’s edge, where stands frozen and with her eyes squeezed shut, while her errant, traitorous heart tries its damndest to beat right out of her chest.

[lizardlicks]

WIP meme: Divorced Zukka, DIVORCED ZUKKA

I feel the the need to emphasize the quotation marks are definitely a big part of the concept here lmao

This is one that currently doesn't have a WIP proper started, only a file with notes about the idea.

So it starts out with the knowledge that several IRL circumpolar cultures don't have super elaborate marriage traditions; you're married when you choose to move in with your partner and combine your households. Divorce works the same way but in reverse. Enter zukka.

In this AU Iroh took the throne (or just took over as regent for a little while) post show canon. Zuko and Sokka currently both work as liaisons/ambassadors for their respective countries in Ba Sing Se. It gets them experience in world politics and gives them an opportunity to build connections without the same pressures as making the actual on the ground leadership choices with long term repercussions. As representatives of their nations, and knowing each other so well anyway, they end up working together on several new projects, and since they work together often, with late nights common, and rent in Ba Sing Se isn't exactly cheap, even with the Fire Lord's coffers backing it, it just makes the most sense for them to end up sharing a dwelling together.

Surprise! This is also secretly a "oh my god they were roommates" AU too

cue one day the Gaang is all in town at the same time, so they decided to meet up and grab lunch together. post meal conversation turns to future planning and since it's been on their minds and they want the input from their family, Katara and Aang bring up that they've been trying to plan a wedding but it's been more complicated than they had initially thought. Air Monks don't have wedding traditions exactly, tho they do have some sort of dedication ceremony, and they can't exactly do it Watertribe style because Aang doesn't really have possessions to move into a place with Katara, nor does he have a residence for Katara to move her stuff into

Zuko, confused and slightly alarmed, interrupts because wait… Hang on…. WHAT!? is THAT how they do it in the Watertribe??? SOKKA ARE WE MARRIED!??

"What? No. Its-- well see the thing is…. but we're in the earth kingdom-- Katara, help me out here?" Katara, very obviously trying to restrain her laughter: "I thought you knew! We all just assumed!" "Is that why I got a shovel talk no less than three times the last time we went south!?" "Ooh spirits, we're married." "Sokka. Sokka we have been married for almost a year and no one told Uncle."

This prompts a mad dash scramble attempt to "divorce" by getting separate places, sorting out, separating and moving out all their stuff…. but it turns into sulking, mutual pining, and revelation of their REAL FEELINGS that they've both been very pointedly ignoring this whole time. Shenanigans, angst, revelations and then happy ending with official zukka marriage WOOO

[mara-xx217]

Requited Love, But At What Cost? (DBD/RE0) Rebecca Chambers/Reader Commission

This was commissioned by @hoemine! It was a lot of fun to write! 💕

You can see more content like this on my Patreon!

You don't deserve her love but the Entity is forcing it upon you anyways. She's a cruel god and will devour whatever is left of your souls and still will not have Her fill.

Warnings: Yandere, Toxic/Unhealthy Relationship, Mutual Pining, Angst, Romance, Slight Body Horror (Reader gets a dick) Gentle Sex, Loss of Virginity, Mindbreak

You never thought mercy to be something the Entity could practice. After being shipped home after a particularly traumatic torture session by everyone’s most hated dream demon, your nightmares totally and utterly stopped. You had dreams, yes, nightmares too, but you didn’t have those kinds of nightmares, the ones where he is in control and you are helpless to do anything about it. When you began to thrash and whimper during a particularly harsh nightmare, Rebecca was able to pull you out of it with a shake and a call of your name.

“Hey-?! H-Hey! It’s okay… It’s just a dream…” You stared at her, bleary eyed and confused as to how your head was in Rebecca’s lap. When did you…? You blinked and rubbed your face with your hand. 

“H-Huh…? Oh.” The sight of her worried expression brought you back down from the confused high you felt whenever you were suddenly pulled out of a dream. Rebecca seemed genuinely relieved that you were awake and calm, something that had you wondering if you were having a bad reaction or something… 

“Are you okay?” Her voice was soft and gentle as she ran her fingers through your hair. Your eyes were already drooping and your tongue became heavy.

“Hrmm…” Your eyes were already closing again. Rebecca hushed you and stroked your cheek with the tips of her fingers.

“Shh… It’s alright… Go back to sleep, I’m right here…” Her words brought you a lot of comfort. You fell into a deep sleep, mouth slightly agape and snoring as a thin trail of drool streaked out of the corner of your mouth. Rebecca never took her eyes off of you, staring at you with enough intensity to cause your rest to be uneasy. 

There was a change happening within Rebecca. You didn’t notice it before as you were wholly absorbed in your own fight for survival… but now that you aren’t being harassed by two specific killers that have had it out for you for a while you can’t ignore it. Maybe you noticed it then too, but you just didn’t wish it to be so. It was so hard making it through your own hardships you just wanted to lean on Rebecca, the only real support that you had. Was it too much for her…? Did you push her too hard? …maybe, but that wasn’t the crux of the issue. It’s easy to put the blame solely on your own shoulders but it wasn’t true. This change was something different. As much as you wanted to deny it you couldn’t, not any longer, and you now find yourself looking over your shoulder in the survivors’ camp, feeling a familiar chill run down your spine as someone views their prized possession from afar.

Rebecca was now obsessed with you. 

You couldn’t get away from her if you tried and you did try a few times… Rebecca always had a hand on you, on your arm, your shoulder, on your waist, in your own hand… This shift didn’t go unnoticed by the other survivors. The old S.T.A.R.S. members asked you if you and Rebecca were an item, and before you could answer, Rebecca came out of nowhere and all but tackled you from behind, wrapping her arms around your torso as she giggled softly. 

“I-I’ll take that as a ‘yes’?” Chris laughed a little, but there was no warmth in his eyes or at the corners of his mouth. Instead of smiling, he set his jaw and pulled his lips into a thin line as his brown turned upwards. You looked between him and Jill and she looked just the same. 

Something was very, very wrong… 

Rebeca wasn’t unlike Ghostface or Myers now. Sometimes she followed you from afar, other times she was so close to you, close enough to touch you if she so chose to, and you wouldn’t even know it until she decided to make herself known. If you were in a trial, she was there, and if she was with you, you would make it out in one piece. Rebecca was cutthroat when it came to you. Be it survivor or killer, no one would get in the way of the two of you escaping. You swear that if you didn’t ask her (kindly) not to do it, Rebecca would throw another survivor into the killer’s way or use them as a meat shield if it meant you escaping the trial uninjured. This change was stark and as much as it was troubling… 

You just wanted to be close to her…

Every time she said your name, her face would light up, just how it would before this change took place. Rebecca is different but she’s still the same… She’s still the caring, gentle ‘becca that you’ve known for who knows how long. Yeah, she’s… clingy, but you don’t dislike this. In a way, you enjoy this extra attention. It’s so wrong on your part, you know this, but you can’t help yourself… You liked Rebecca, you like-like her, you have for a while now. But what did you do instead of telling her this, showing her this fact?

You fucked her former, traitorous boss. 

This feels like a punishment of some sort. You are nothing but a colossal fuck-up so it makes no sense that someone like Rebecca would want anything to do with someone like you. This wasn’t her fault. This place… The Entity… Rebecca isn’t in control and you know it, even if she doesn’t nor does anyone else. You were being tormented once again and this time it was at the behest of the Entity, Herself. It pained you to see your friend in such a state… This wasn’t her. She was out of control and if you distanced yourself from her you feared that it would be too much for her to bear. If anything happened to her, after everything that you had done to her… 

It wasn’t only you that had noticed the changes taking place within Rebecca, nor was it just the former S.T.A.R.S. members, either. All the survivors began to notice as well as she was becoming unbearable to work with in trials and difficult to stand outside of them. Rebecca was combative when not with you; she fought whoever was in her way, be it survivor or killer. She was always fearless but now even some of the killers were wondering if the Entity was playing some kind of prank on them all by placing a killer in the survivor ranks as a sort of shapen up kind of strategy that only served to piss them off. They took their frustration out on the other survivors and in turn they were becoming more and more uneasy as time went on. 

“Isn’t it… I don’t know… weird?” One asked. Another survivor scratched the back of their head.

“What? Gonna have to be more specific than-” 

“Rebecca and him.” 

“Ahh… Yeah, yeah… I guess they’ve both had a thing for each other for a while now, right?” 

“Yeah… but Rebecca’s a little…”

“Batshit insane?”

“Yeah, that…”

“I just hope I don’t have a trial with her next time…”

“Me either. Or with him for that matter.”

“Yeah, I don’t want her interrogating me like she did last time… How can someone be so short and cute yet so freaking scary at the same time?” 

“Dunno man… But I kinda feel sorry for him. She’s freaking nutso and he’s gotta deal with the brunt of it.” 

“Nah, don’t be sorry. I’m actually kind of jealous…”

“What? Why?” 

“Don’t you know? Crazy bitches fuck the best!”

“Shh! Do you want either of them to hear you?!”

“What?! It’s true-!” 

Your stomach churned as you listened to them go on and on… Your eyes were downcast and it was hard to focus on Rebecca as she clung to your arm and rested her body against yours. 

“Let them talk.”

“Huh?” You looked over to her. She wasn’t angry or… anything, really. She just smiled a little as she looked up at you. You knew the difference between her fake smiles and her genuine ones and this one was the real deal. 

“I don’t care what they think of me. The only person I care about is you and what you think and want… As long as you’re happy, I’m happy…” Her voice was so soft that you had to strain your ears to hear her. Your heart had been pounding in your ears as you listened to those other survivors talking shit about Rebecca but now it was beating fast because she had genuinely taken you off guard. She meant every word of it and it left you feeling conflicted. 

Was this really what she wanted or was this just the mindset the Entity was feeding her? 

You never questioned Rebecca’s devotion or care towards you. That was a constant in your relationship, even when you were nothing but a fuck-up that hurt her over and over again because you couldn’t keep your pants on… You weren’t just putting up with Rebecca’s new attitude because you felt like you owed it to her, you truly held feelings for her that you have been denying to not only yourself but to her as well and you wanted to be close to her… You can never ever make things right between the two of you nor can you take back all the shitty things that you have done but you can try to be better for her now and that was worth it you thought. 

Rebecca only wanted you. For the longest time, she liked you. Knowing that you had fucked another, that you fucked him, absolutely broke her heart… but she understood. It was lust, not love, and what you had with him wasn’t what you had with her. Her relationship with you was different. You actually cared about her and yes, you got a little lost, a little distracted, and you had missteps but it was okay! Rebecca knew that if she was patient that you would find your way back to her and you did! You looked her in the eye and you promised her that you wouldn’t leave her side if there was anything you could do about it. Never again. You would be there for her and you held her hand and wrapped your arms around her waist and sniffed her hair as you said you were sorry… It’s more than what she wanted… Rebecca was so totally and utterly in love with you that there was no other that could possibly take your place in her heart. 

Your tears were sweet but unnecessary… Rebecca wanted you to be happy and it pained her to see you so sad whenever she was around… 

“Why do you always get so sad when I’m here…? Have I hurt you? Do… Do you not want me to-” 

“No.”

Your voice was low and trembled as your throat threatened to squeeze shut. Your eyes ached and were dry from fighting back your tears but they still formed regardless. Rebecca gently wiped away a stray tear that threatened to overflow from one of your eyes. You swallowed thickly and placed your hands on her small shoulders. 

What are you supposed to say…? No words could possibly reach her now… 

Words often failed you but actions rarely did. You wrapped your arms around her and pulled her into your chest. Rebecca’s heart skipped a beat as you rested your cheek against the top of her head. You couldn’t hold back your tears but you didn’t allow yourself to sniffle or sob. You couldn’t do it anymore, not in front of Rebecca. You could feel her body tremble slightly and she released a shaky sigh as she sank into your embrace. 

“Oh, baby… I love you…” You set your jaw and couldn’t bring yourself to reciprocate the sentiment aloud. 

Rebecca was only becoming more and more obsessed with you as time went on. Was it days? Weeks? Months? Years? It was impossible to tell. Maybe it was even longer in her eyes, or shorter, perhaps, but you will never know. She was so totally and utterly enthralled with you that the obsession was on par with what Myers had with Laurie, perhaps even worse as Rebecca had full access to you nearly around the clock and you fully indulged her in spite of knowing full well it was bad for her. What else could you do? You couldn’t leave her again and you wouldn’t… not now, not when this was all your fault…

Unbeknownst to you or anyone else, Rebecca was in regular contact with the Entity. Yes, Rebecca had become twisted as her behest but Rebecca was also asking for favours in return, and favours that the Entity was all too happy to grant for the sheer purpose of emotionally tormenting you even further. 

Alongside the stick, there must be a carrot… 

Her request was asked shyly, as though she was a virgin and the request was something pure and girlish. Her request was just the opposite, as she all but begged the Entity to grant you something that you never had. I-It wasn’t just for her, though! Rebecca was doing this for your sake as well! She had often heard you lamenting on never being born with a dick and complaining about how life would be much better, easier, even, if you had one so… so she was doing this for you as much as she was doing it for herself! Even if this wish wasn’t granted, she wouldn’t mind… As long as it was you touching her and making love to her, Rebecca couldn’t care less what you had or didn’t have down there.

It was only fair… After all, the Entity had given those killers prizes that all revolved around you so why shouldn’t she get something similar?! Rebecca only wanted you to be happy in your body… and she wanted you to be inside of her… The Entity heard her prayer and as She wasn’t a merciless god, She decided to grant Rebecca her wish. 

It was rather trivial: she wanted to grant you a cock. But not something typical, no, that wasn’t in the Entity’s style and Rebecca knew this full well. While you were sleeping, your body began to change. It was something fairly subtle, as it wasn’t something insanely large or cumbersome but rather stealthy and something easily hidden. Your genitals remained largely the same though where your clit once was a retractable shaft formed inside of your body. The head of your new cock was angular, not flat but covered in soft bumps that could grow or shrink depending on your arousal. The length of your shaft wouldn’t be as stiff as a typical penis when aroused but rather pliable and somewhat able of independent movement. More bumps covered your length, more subtle than what was on the head of your new cock, but they grew wider as your girth grew wider, until the base was reached where it was nearly as wide as your hand was, fingertip to palm. It was a similar colour to your skin-tone but the bumps were a bright pink that could turn red the more aroused you became. 

You had a pleasant dream that had your cock throbbing and growing in your pants. Rebecca was left wondering if her wish had come true… the suspense was killing her and she wanted nothing more than to touch you and see for herself, but she told herself to wait. She returned to your side and cuddled you from behind as you dreamt, noticing how your hips twitched and seemed to grind against nothing. Rebecca stared over your body, her hand resting on your lower abdomen. You continued to fidget and it seemed like you couldn’t find any comfort in her arms. She carefully leaned over you and her eyes went wide as she saw a noticeable bulge in your pants. 

Did- Did it really come true?! 

Rebecca dropped her wrist and her hand just so happened to graze against your new member that stood proudly in your pants. She was overcome with glee but managed to feign rest as you roused from sleep. At first, you didn’t seem to notice the change, even as Rebecca’s small hand rested a top of your new appendage, but as you stretched, your attention shifted downward and you became acutely aware that something in you was very, very different.

“H-Huh?!” 

You scrambled away from her in shock. Rebecca spooning you didn’t surprise you in the slightest but the, for the lack of a better word, tightness in your pants had you wondering if you were going insane. It felt so really but it couldn’t be! You didn’t have a- No, you didn’t- But- 

“W-What the fuck is happening?!” You went into a bit of a crisis, something Rebecca didn’t exactly anticipate. You fled behind a tree and unzipped your pants, something that caught everyone's attention and had several of them coming over to see if you were okay. Rebecca made sure to beat them to the front of the crowd and asked you-

“W-What’s wrong? Are you okay…?” She was a little nervous. You stammered and stuttered that you didn’t know before quickly confirming that you were okay.

“N-No?! Er- Yes?! I-I just-! Can there not be a crowd around me?! Please, guys!” Some survivors apologized but a few nosy busy bodies still hung around and were dispersed by a glare on Rebecca’s part. If looks could kill she would have been a top ranking killer since she’s become obsessed with you… 

“Are you sure you’re okay…?” It took you a while to face her again but when you did, you were somewhere between pale and flushed red. 

Flustered, you waved off her concern but it was clear that you were confused and perhaps a little uneasy. But that all would change in time! You had something you always wanted and you would grow accustomed to it soon enough thanks again to Rebecca and her utter devotion towards you… She would seal her love for you and make it known that you were the only man for her… Rebecca only needed to find the perfect moment to make you hers forever.

There were a few old, rickety cabins that dotted the inside of the survivors’ camp. Usually they were unused, as sleep wasn’t really something that any of you needed anymore. Well… it wasn’t something that many of you needed, anyway. You were one of the unlucky few that had run-ins with Freddy Krueger and it left you exhausted to the point of you falling unconscious. That combined with your ugly and disruptive nightmares led you to using them so you both wouldn’t bother anyone with your problems and so that you could have time to yourself. This was different now that Rebecca was attached to your hip, though she didn’t always stay by your side nor did you always sleep so far away from the warm campfire. This time you did, and unlike any other time since she’s changed, Rebecca came to you and woke you up from an uneasy nap. 

She called your name, the urgency in her voice had you nearly jumping out of bed and wide awake in spite of your exhaustion. 

“W-What?! What?! What is… it?” Your voice trailed off as the panicked, sleep-exhausted fog that clouded your mind lifted and you were faced with a blushing and teary-eyed Rebecca that was dressed in a tight, dark-coloured leather outfit that hugged every single curve of her body and squeaked in protest at her every little move. Rebecca leaned over you and buried her face into your neck, sniffling and pressing her body into your chest.

“Oh… I had a terrible dream and you weren’t there…” Conflicting emotions rose inside of you as you wrapped your arms around her shoulders. 

You weren’t stupid. You knew exactly what she wanted from you and you didn’t know if you should be disgusted with yourself for wanting it as well. Rebecca was stroking your ego by doing this and playing the role as sweet, innocent girl that needs comfort but it didn’t fool you. Still… you bit your tongue and shifted over so she could get into bed with you. You wanted nothing more than to just hold her but Rebecca wanted so much more and you couldn’t deny her even if it was the wrong thing to do…

“I’m… sorry, ‘becca… Come here…” 

Her body was warm against your own. The leather was quite pleasant on your skin and you found your hands about to wander over the swell of her hip but you stopped yourself. Rebecca buried her nose into your chest and sighed heavily as she clutched your shirt. You pulled her closer and ran your fingers through her hair. Rebecca worked her leg in between yours and she not so subtly began to grind against your leg, feigning a need for comfort when she was clearly trying to turn you on. It was working and you found yourself blushing as your arousal was becoming more and more apparent thanks to the new dick the Entity had gifted to you.

“Hmm… Baby… Oh, honey…” Rebecca’s voice was soft and slightly muffled against your chest as she called your name. Your heart pounded in your ears as she pulled away from you, her face red and her lips wet with either saliva or some kind of gloss. She shifted her body until you were partially under her and she was nearly straddling your thigh. Rebecca’s lips were slightly parted and she sighed softly as she leaned towards your face. You could smell something sweet on her breath that you couldn’t place. She pursed her lips and closed her eyes just before her lips met yours. 

You were simultaneously on cloud nine and guilt ridden all at once. The kiss was chaste at first. Rebecca gently pressed into your mouth and accommodated you when you shifted your neck to provide a better angle for you to kiss her back. Your reciprocation made her giddy and she giggled and sighed into your mouth as she slightly deepened the kiss. Rebecca shifted again and now you were flat on your back with her now straddling your lap. 

She grabbed your hands and put one on her slightly exposed hip and the other on one of her small, perky breasts. The leather was smooth under your palm and it enhanced her natural beauty well… You hesitated but ultimately allowed yourself to enjoy this contact. Rebecca wanted this so much and hearing her moan and sigh into your mouth as you massaged her breast and dug your fingers into the swell of her hip turned you on and made you grind against her despite your effort not to. 

Shit… You could feel every single curve of her body pressing against you. Rebecca pressed her weight down onto your lap as she slipped her tongue past your slightly parted lips. You followed her lead and didn’t push for control. She shuddered as your tongues intertwined. You removed your hand from her chest and placed it on the small of her back. Her skin was soft and warm and you smoothed your hand up the curve of her spine. 

“Mmm-!~ B-Baby!~ Oh, I can’t believe it…” Rebecca broke from the kiss and buried her face into your shoulder. You kissed down the side of her face and down her jawline, until you found the softness of her neck. You placed a few butterfly kisses against her skin before you nipped at her. You gently sucked on the sensitive flesh of her throat, the sound of Rebecca squeaking and the feeling of her legs clamping down onto your thighs going straight between your legs and making your body lurch on its own accord. 

The moment she was able to loop her legs around underneath your waist, Rebecca swapped your position with hers. It made your head swim, going from on your back to sitting upright, overlooking a blushing and squirming ‘becca that pulled you down by the front of your shirt. 

“Kiss me again… P-Please, I need it- I need you…” It was all you needed to hear. You gently pressed your lips against hers but it wasn’t enough. Rebecca hooked an arm around your neck and pulled you down even further, deepening the kiss with her tongue as she grabbed one of your hands and placed it back onto her breasts.

“T-Touch me… Please…” The desperation in her voice had your breath trembling. Rebecca spread her legs open and pushed your shirt up so she could touch your bare skin with her palm. 

“H-Hmm…” 

“G-Go on… You can touch me however you want… I won’t mind as long as it’s you…” She blushed as her fingers trailed down your torso and you shiver, a pleasant tingle shooting down to the tip of your new cock. Rebecca’s hand found the tent in your pants and she gently wrapped her fingers around it and rubbed it through your baggy sweatpants. 

Propping up your body with one arm, you leaned to the side and explored Rebecca’s chest with your palm. It was difficult to focus with the new sensation building in your lower abdomen but you focused solely on Rebecca and what she felt. She was all that mattered to you now and you would make sure this was everything she wanted…

Rebecca moaned into your mouth as you cupped one of her breasts. She didn’t have a large bust but she was absolutely perfect in your eyes. You move to the other side, fondling her over her tight leather top. You break from the kiss and ask her if she would like to take it off. Rebecca excitedly nods and smiles.

“O-Of course! A-As long as it’s okay with you…” She blushed as you sat upright, giving her some space and looking away slightly as she unclasped the button on the back of her neck and paused just before she peeled the leather top off her chest.

“Are you…?” You look back at her, red faced, and smile down at her. 

“I’m… a little nervous. I haven’t- uh- I-It’s not like this is a first but-” You didn’t need to say any more. Rebecca couldn’t care less if you were a virgin or not. You weren’t, not in the traditional sense, but this entire situation was a first for you and she was happy that it was with her. 

Seeing Rebecca’s bare skin for the first time has your head spinning and your heart racing in your chest. It felt wrong to touch her so soon after seeing her naked chest but Rebecca grabbed your hand and placed it back onto her chest, blushing and looking a little sheepish as she worried her lower lip. 

“I-It’s okay to touch me… I want it…” She looked back up at you and smiled. Your heart skipped a beat and began to ache as you leaned down and kissed her again. 

Everything progressed quickly after this. One moment you were kissing her, kneading her chest and toying with one of her nipples between your thumb and forefinger, and the next your shirt was off and your pants were pulled down around your knees and you could see your strange, alien cock in Rebecca’s small, soft hands disappearing and reappearing in and out of her clenched fist as she jerked you off. It felt… Fuck, it felt so fucking good… You broke from the kiss and took one of her nipples into your mouth and gently sucked on it. Rebecca bucked her hips and moaned, her wrist twisting and increasing in speed as she desperately tried to get you off. You grabbed her wrist and released her nipple from your mouth. 

“No- No, Rebecca…” She looked startled at first but when you placed a hand on her hip and hooked your fingers into the waistband of her tight leather pants she visibly relaxed and became a little coy.  

“O-Okay…” It took a lot of wiggling on her part but with your help she was able to slip the pants off. Her leather top was cast to the side just as your sweatpants were. The two of you were now completely naked in front of each other for the first time and you took a moment to just process it all. 

This was really happening. And you have a- a- You shook your head. It didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered to you now was Rebecca, and she was shyly looking up at you from behind her lashes as she beckoned you closer.

“Come here…” 

It was difficult not to marvel at how well your bodies fit together. You weren’t terribly large or broad but Rebecca was tiny and petite even compared to you. You were worried that this was going too fast for her, you both were already naked and she was eager to make love to you, as you were as well, but you just wanted to make sure she was okay… You asked her and she just kissed you hard and deep and pulled you down so you were nearly resting on top of her. 

“Didn’t I say I wanted you…? I want you to touch me, make love to me… You can do anything to me… Anything at all…” She wrapped her dainty fingers around your cock again and you found your eyes fluttering shut as you sucked in a deep breath. 

“Rebecca…” You shuddered and opened your eyes when you felt her rubbing the tip of your dick into her folds. Fuck, she’s so wet- 

“A-Are you sure-? N-Now? B-But I-I haven’t e-even- Ngh-!” It wasn’t that you didn’t want this, you just wanted to make sure that Rebecca was really okay with this… You haven’t even touched her really, not yet, but she was already lining you up with her entrance and pushing herself onto your cock before you could say anything else.

“I-I’m sorry- I c-can’t wait anymore…! Oh… I love you…” She wrapped her legs around your waist and pulled you deeper inside of her. There was a little resistance and her brows knitted together as though she was uncomfortable, but it quickly shifted into utter bliss as you shuddered over her and readjusted your hips. 

“F-Fuck…! Rebecca…! I-” It was overwhelming. She was so warm, so wet, so tight… It was all new to you and this was your first time with her and you couldn’t stop the tears that welled in your eyes as you leaned over and kissed her hard. 

“...I love you too…” You whispered into her lips. Tears rolled down Rebecca’s cheeks as the bridge of her nose flushed pink. She smiled as though drunk and pulled you back down for another kiss. After a few moments of soft, sweet kissing you feel the heel of Rebecca’s foot nudging your hips. It was the encouragement you needed to finally move your body against hers. 

It was unlike anything you’ve ever experienced in your entire life. Between the rapidly building heat in your core and the soft moans and sighs Rebecca released into your mouth, you don’t know how long you could last. It would be easy for you to reach your climax, and though Rebecca encouraged you to do just that, you decided to do the exact opposite of just that. You focused solely on Rebecca and her pleasure. You slipped a hand between your bodies and found her clit and began to rub it in careful, practiced strokes. This was something you had a decent amount of practice with… Your thrusts were clumsy and awkward but Rebecca was in heaven. To her, this was the best sex of her life. Never has she ever had someone care for what she wanted and felt so much… Your cock was amazing and its exotic texture and features rubbed her walls in ways she’s never experienced before! In spite of her best efforts to hold back, Rebecca was cumming thanks to your dedication and focus to her pleasure. 

When you were on the verge of cumming, you pulled out of her in spite of her protests and you went down on her. All you wanted was to make her feel good… Even knowing you were succeeding in spades did nothing to make you feel truly good about this situation. Rebecca was lost in the pleasure you were giving her with the ‘I love you’ you whispered to her still echoing in her head but all you could think is that this would never feel right to you. Rebecca wasn’t herself. She is different now and nothing can change that fact…. Nothing. Rebecca calls your name and begs you to put it back in, that she needs to feel you again and she wants to cum with you inside her… You do just that, only this time she makes you promise that you won’t hold back anymore and that you will cum with her this time. 

“O-Of course… Anything for you, ‘becca…” You felt her squeeze around you as you spoke the nickname you’ve given her from… you don’t even know when. You start to move again and Rebecca is smiling and tearing up all over again. 

“Oh my God-!~ I-I seriously can’t b-believe it…! Oh… I love you… I love you. I love you!” 

She whispered your name over and over again. Rebecca’s legs were trembling and she was unable to keep you down on her level on her own but she didn’t need to. You were right there, kissing all over her face and her neck and chest until the two of you hit your peaks one after the other. Tears ran down your face but it wasn’t from the pleasure that you felt. Rebecca’s face was so pretty but… it wasn’t her. You knew it wasn’t and this wasn’t what it should have been. You buried your face into her hair and cried as you finished inside of her. Pathetic. Absolutely fucking pathetic… Rebecca wrapped her arms around your body and sighed, feeling the warm afterglow of your passion resting deep within her. You stroked her hair and struggled to get a hold of your emotions. You kissed her on the temple and whispered under your breath-

“I-I’m so sorry, ‘becca… I really do love you…” 

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Ok, so what are your top absolute favorite marriage of convenience books?

So, in terms of actual marriage of convenience books (which I personally view differently from arranged or forced marriage books; I also think a true marriage of convenience book needs it to happen in the first half of the book, like it's the main plot versus something that just kinds happens) my absolute favorites include:

Devil in Winter by Lisa Kleypas--obvious but extremely good

Scandal's Bride--Catriona absolutely doesn't want to marry Richard, but she agrees because she may be pregnant with his baby (and Richard ain't gonna let any of his kids go without legitimacy) at that point and he's basically like "say yes and you and your family can keep your lands :)" which is kinda underhanded but she's equally underhanded, soooo

Possession by Adriana Anders--one of the few modern versions that works for me because it's a celebrity PR marriage; they marry shortly before the book but the whole arc is about it becoming a real marriage after he's discovered on tape with a woman who looks a looot like her (they agreed it being a marriage in name only so it's not actually cheating)

Fiona and the Enigmatic Earl by Grace Callaway--occurs early in the book, and they're both like, perfect aristos on the surface; but they hide their secret professions as spies/vigilantes. And there's voyeurism! It gives Mr. and Mrs. Smith vibes but with less angst.

The Recruit by Monica McCarty--they were being set up for an arranged marriage, but she pretended to be a maid and they hooked up, during which he told her he planned on keeping a mistress while he was married (he intended the mistress to be her lol); she then turns down the arrangement, but they have to have a marriage of convenience anyway when they run into each other a few months later and he realizes she's preeeegnaaaant

Wed to the Wild God by Ruby Dixon--this one is insane because he's a hedonistic god whose presence causes hedonism in humans, so they sleep together IMMEDIATELY; but she's normally brutally practical (and he's dreamy and... not....) so she agrees to a marriage of convenience for protection from his enemies; but oh my gosh, this book has one of the hottest scenes I've EVER read

When a Girl Loves an Earl by Elisa Braden--I mostly love this because SHE traps HIM, and it's only once they're married that she realizes that he's actually Scottish and ends up there; he's determined to not love her due to past trauma, and when he finally realizes he can't avoid it he's sooo sad lol

The Truth About Cads and Dukes by Elisa Braden--he marries her because his brother (non-sexually) compromised her and he's a stern, non-nonsense duke; another one where the hero is determined not to love, but he's obsessed with her hands so he's doomed on that front from the jump

When the Earl Met His Match by Stacy Reid--this is the Scottish one where she comes to him, having only been penpals with him, so that she can protect her unborn baby by another man from her parents; he agrees to marry her and claim the baby for her connections, and it's all extremely romantic with one of my favorite grovels

Wicked in Your Arms by Stacy Reid--the one where he deflowers her in a closet despite hating her, and they then immediately run into his mom in the hallway while she's crying and he's chasing her down... which prompts a shotgun wedding ASAP

A Caribbean Heiress in Paris by Adriana Herrera--I like this one where it's a true marriage of convenience, mutually beneficial, and it's supposed to basically be all business, as they plan on calling it off in a certain time frame... and then it's not

Lush Money by Angelina M. Lopez--another contemporary, but this is the one where he grudgingly agrees to marry her because he's the prince of a tiny country that needs a financial bailout from her, a billionaire; and she agrees to do it because she wants him to father her child lmao

The Viscount and The Vixen by Lorraine Heath--he marries her because she answered an ad for a wife from his crazy old dad, and he believes she's a con artist; so naturally he points out that the ad (which also promised a major payout if she doesn't get a husband) only said that the husband had to be a lord, not that it had to be his dad, so HE SHALL MARRY HER CHECK AND MATE. What he doesn't know is that she actually answered the ad because she's pregnant and trying to escape the father, so she feels very conflicted as they fall in looove.

Lord of Darkness by Elizabeth Hoyt--in this one they're kinda dealing with the aftereffects of the marriage, which happened because her brother sorta blackmailed the guy into marrying her because she was pregnant out of wedlock and the father died. Then she miscarried right after the wedding and went to live separately from the hero, but she's back in town DEMANDING that he put a baby in her (little does she know, he's a masked vigilante by night and a nerdy widower by day)

The Duchess Deal by Tessa Dare--the classic "he's a scarred duke whose fiancee bails on him, and she made the wedding dress and shows up wearing it demanding payment, so naturally he's like fine I need an heir let's get married instead"

The Duke I Tempted by Scarlett Peckham--the hero and heroine enter into a fairly conventional marriage of convenience, but she doesn't realize that he actually likes to submit

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Honestly I never thought about Dadzawa in the context of like... being obsessed with the nuclear family structure 🤔 that's an interesting way to think about the fandoms interest in it.

For me personally (as someone who does like Dadzawa), it's always been more of a reflection of my issues with my parents growing up and how I experienced parentification in addition to a deep innate desire to have had someone who would have literally sacrificed themself for my well being at that age like Aizawa does for 1-A. Plus I really love the dynamic between Aizawa and Midoriya. The complexity of the way Aizawa sees Shirakumo in Midoriya and how it influences the way he interacts with him and looks after him is just so interesting to explore and Aizawa acting as a parental figure to him is a vehicle in which to do that.

I'm with you on the not getting the obsession with having him adopt 1-A kids though. Don't get me wrong I'm not against him adopting if it makes sense in the context of the story being told but sometimes it feels like it happens for the sake of checking off that list of things successful adult lives need to accomplish and as a result can feel so forced. We can have Aizawa being parental and forming a deeper bond with one of his students without him needing to make them legally his. Family is deeper than some paperwork and the obsession with this possession is really uncomfortable to me. Why can't found family just be a mutual understanding and love of one another without needing to make it 'official' anymore haha.

So I definitely get where you are coming from with regards to the obsession with making the Erasermic family into a nuclear situation. I feel like it extends past the whole Dadzawa situation and into the way Aizawa and Mic are depicted. I cannot read fics where Aizawa and Mic's characters are diluted down to talkative flamboyant husband and unfeeling angry husband, not only because it does a disservice to the depth of their characters but because when people write them like that they are specifically doing it to make Mic coded to be the 'wife' of the relationship and it's so obnoxious. They can be in love and not fill the typical heteronormative roles in a relationship y'all. They are just two disasters 🫡

Sorry that was super longwinded and I hope it didn't come off as me trying to convince you to like Dadzawa because that is absolutely not what I was trying to do. I just thought the way you interpreted the interest in Dadzawa was insightful and had never considered it before and wanted to share my perspective! Also I like having in depth conversations about BNHA lmao. Hopefully that's okay! 🫶 Feel free to ignore this if you want.

oh god oh no the consequences of my actions haha

see, whenever i'm bitching and hating on fanon takes i always feel like i'm reacting to those ubiquitous "everyone knows this is canon lol" takes. i think any hc can be valid and from a place of someone genuinely exploring a potential story that speaks to them and like. let's be real canon is just not important enough to overwrite that potential, even if it's not necessarily "in character."

but i think a lot of the time you walk in to a fandom and everyone's just like yep this is The Take. and you're like. why. that's weird. and then i go and write a post being like EXCUSE ME YOU'RE ALL WRONG. and then inevitably it ends up landing on the people who are like. genuinely thinking about the characters and want to explore certain tropes and they're like. oh no. am i wrong?? and i have to be like nooooo not you you precious angel.

gonna be so real i forget it's not just my 10 reliable likers and mutuals who see my posts. ain u have nearly 3k followers pls.

anyway i think that fandom ultimately likes to have like. a lot of quick-start hcs. like a lot of the same-yness of fanon comes from the fact that sometimes it's just a social endeavor and not a literary one, and so there's a little bit of a speed dating type "here are the vibes let's chat and make things" element to fanon. but i think that also crosses over into really flat and sort of... idk if i want to say conservative but stereotypical takes? it's a fascinating phenomenon and it's both a boon of fandom bc it makes things very social and communicative and also a bit of a failing bc that sort of shortcut characterization does land on a lot of like. preconceptions that can be shallow or toxic or whatever

anyway this is a very round about way of saying tl;dr: you're totally valid and i just yell about certain attitudes being the fandom standard bc after a while my patience wears thin seeing the same take i think is wrong and i'm here on main being like NO. I DON'T LIKE THOSE STANDARDS. AND ALSO YOU'RE GOOFY.

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🔖⛓️💭 for Henry?

HIIII ECHO THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!! 🩵🩵🩵 Sorry I took so long with this!!! Also I accidentally answered these in reverse order. oops lol.

☆ ask game

warning for: discussions of implied/assumed csa

💭: What scenario do you return to when you think about this selfship? How does it make you feel?

Getting personal as fuck with this first question here, but I invented a faceless, shitty older half-brother oc for Emerson to bounce some backstory off of. He’d be semi-involved with the villain/hero world, mainly someone who’d help Emerson create and repair weapons and gear and be unattainable and unapproachable for them. Someone they’re kind of devoted to, if you whittle them down to their little-kid core, who doesn’t want much to do with them in turn.

Swear to god this wasn’t intentional but it kiiiinda reverse mirrors Ray and Henry in a fun way where Henry, after some kind of Event where Em puts themself wayyyy out there for the sake of their half-brother or does something at his request and gets the shit kicked out of them. And then after the fact, Henry would be like, hey could we please fucking talk about this. Which leaves him WIDE open to Emerson’s reverse pot shot of OH we’re going to talk about unhealthy attachments here? We’re going to talk about endangerment? Like if there is one thing about Emerson it is that they are Always going to take the opportunity to imply but never state explicitly that Henry is a victim of grooming which drives him CRAZY because he’s like hello what this is our mutual friendboss?? my mentorbuddy? my brotherroommate?? the man I've spent the most time with out of anyone since I was thirteen?? and Emerson’s just like. okay well i won't say anything more about it today but did you hear what you just said.

but it’s whatever and silly and flippant until this point, because Emerson is hurting and angry that Henry’s even treading this territory and it just kind of drips from their mouth in a way it hasn’t before. Here let me link the nonsensical writeup I’ll copypaste it verbatim from my notes app just for this ask. …realizing now how much of their reaction is a messy kind of envy, here, also. Yuck!

I just love this Emerson because I can be a real dysfunctional little shit with them and like. Just kind of poke at certain themes and feelings in such a ridiculous way. They're my power fantasy smooth-talking bad guy sona which somehow also means I am also torturing them with an inability to manage any of their emotional issues. Do you ever take a look at an s/i you crafted during a certain year or event and go mmm fuck I’m telling on myself too much with this one? Well not me I never do that.

⛓️: Is your f/o protective or possessive? Why one over the other?

💙❤️💙❤️ yeah. I love him so much. I’d say protective more than possessive— when they first meet, during Henry’s senior year, Em only sticks with him long enough for a couple of dates before they ditch him for the next target (they’ve been hired to reveal the identity of kid danger and captain man. they narrowed it down to a high school and went undercover as a new student. they are. well they didn’t quite get it right but they got close. <3) so he’s kind of carrying a little bit of that minor rejection into the relationship when it truly begins in earnest (after identity shenanigans and villainous activities ensue) PLUS the betrayal of learning that it was totally fake that whole time and the shame of falling for it like some kind of amateur. So even AFTER said shenanigans, he’s still partly steeling himself for Em to up and leave in the middle of the night if he screws up and gives them a reason to. (I am the toxic one here. he is perfect and wonderful) So I think he’s got enough self control to not be outwardly possessive, even if he’s feeling it. Sulky little baby.

Protective, though, that’s kind of his whole thing! Hard to turn the hero part of your brain off, even when it’s looking at a murderer. He’s not like, annoying about it, though— he doesn’t ever (successfully) try to stop Em from doing things. Again— can’t scare them off. Better to tag along, anyway! He’s good at working as half of a pair.

And THEN he's gotta even defend the idea of trusting and engaging with me post-betrayal reveal to his friends, who have just watched me dump and sell him out AND KIDNAP HIM. the fact that the kidnapping was extremely unsuccessful grants me little favor. (I win 'em over, though. Love them too much. And like, the distrust is warranted, and I respect them for that, and I think that helps.)

🔖: If your ideal fanfiction existed about you and your f/o, what would the AO3 tags look like?

THIS WAS SO HARDDDDD I struggle with tagging even WHEN i have a tangible fic already written... but here's what I've got.

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Henry Hart/Emerson, Past Unrequited Henry Hart/Ray Manchester, (which way? up to youuu), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fake Dating, Whump, Humor, Implied/Referenced Grooming, Pining, Secret Identity, Sparring, Kidnapping Gone Wrong, Hypothermia, Only One Bed, Heel-Face Turn

^^ something like that. this would be a longfic. covers a lot of ground.

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For the ask game; 3, 7, 16? :0

First of all THANK YOU THIS IS MY FIRST REAL INTERACTION LIKE THIS OH MY GODS BRO AND YOUR ONE IF MY FAV BLOGS ON HERE OH MY GODS BRO

And the answers of the most cough flustering questions like ever ffs lmaooo

3. Q: What is a tease that melts you instantly?

A: really anything with the Tword..or being called twordish…I literally can rarely say the word. I even call myself sensitive. But finger wiggles and the tword in a tease….💀my brain will short curcuit fr

7. What spot (if any) makes you sleepy?

A: ooohhj this is good, my shoulder blades are oddly sensitive, but any twords make me feel uh small. so anyway yeah back and shoulder blades make me wanna take a 5 minute nap..

8. What is your favorite tickle trope (tickle monster, being stuck in a compromising position, massage turning to tickles, etc.)?

A: it's a tie between the tickle monster "possession" 😰 (terrifying) and annoying someone into being wrecked lmaooo..both some inner child stuff…

ahhh anyway THANK YOU I FORGOT WHAT MUTUALS ARE CALLED ON HERE BUT THIS NOT ONLY MADE MY WEEK BUT NOW IM STUCK IN A LEE MOOD LMAOOO

HAVE A GREAT DAY @scribbly-artist

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