#this isn't everything but it's a place to get started

[margridarnauds]

#OP didn't say at any point it was women's fault that men join the Alt Right#or that women need to coddle abusive men#it's just not something that they sever said! In this post or others#But it IS what you and the people above immediately bring up every time trans men talk about feeling excluded#How curious#It's also not lost on me how OP is a TRANS MAN#But the overwhelming amount of replies completely ignore trans men's existence#As do most people who immediately go “Well it's not OUR job to save men” on every single post discussing men's issues#Call me an MRA if you like but I think all genders should be helping transmascs trans men and intersex men#Because they're still queer and all queer people deserve that solidarity#And because if you wanna call yourself their ally/sibling you've got to act like it#Because saying you believe in trans rights then coming to a thread started by a trans man talking about his issues#Just to shrug your shoulders and go “WELP not my job”#Is to piss on transmascs' heads and tell them that it's raining#And it tells me everything I really need to know about your position

So I get your point, but I think that there might be a slight gap in communication here: I'm not directly responding to OP's point when I wrote the above in the tags, I agree that transandrophobia is a massive problem in the community. I'm saying this in SUPPORT of OP, because that's how it's often interpreted (mainly because I believe that people are projecting other posts, which are NOT about trans men and which shift the blame for the rise of the Alt Right on women, onto this one). I think that trans men are a marginalized community who deserve to be treated with respect and dignity. I don't think that trans women have the monopoly on transphobia, and more to the point, I believe that trans men face specific, unique forms of oppression which deserve to be given their own name.

I'm decidedly NOT saying that it's not our problem, that we SHOULD stand in solidarity with our other queer siblings and listen to their concerns. I'm saying that we SHOULD care about men, including (though not limited to) marginalized men, that that isn't the same as coddling abusive men. That that is the difference, to me, between this post, which is, as you said, discussing the way that we talk about men as an irredeemable class who it is okay to say terrible things about, including and particularly with regards to trans men, VS other posts I've seen, particularly following Trump's election, which, from my point of view, attempted to shuffle the blame for the rise of the Alt Right onto feminists.

I apologize if my tag rambling was too...well, rambling, but I want it to be very clear that I firmly stand in solidarity with transmascs and was kind of horrified to see myself and a selection of my words being put in a group with people very callously brushing off the post, and I want it to be clarified that I'm firmly against this neo-radfem ideology that has grown to permeate general feminist discussion on here. I firmly disagree with the other responses you've selected, even if I can understand the place of frustration they're coming from (I think...there's a lot of frustration going around in the current political climate, and that that isn't always useful), and I don't really want to be lumped in with them. When I say "we should listen to men's issues as well", I don't mean that in a disingenuous way, or as a way of paying lip service only to say "that isn't really an issue :)" -- I do mean it. And if I have given off any other impression about where I stand, I do apologize, to you, to anyone who reads this, and especially to my transmasc followers.

how did we lose the plot so hard with feminism and activism like seriously… are we forgetting that being kind and loving to the men and boys in your life, teaching them as kids if you are a parent to be kind respectful humans, and showing them how to be emotionally vulnerable and making a society in which it is safe to do so was like…. A huge part of feminism, dismantling patriarchal values, and creating a generation of loving men who are held accountable for their actions?

Why is it “kill all men yes even the trans ones and if you say otherwise you’re an MRA” and not “let’s maybe create a world that encourages good men.” Did we forget that feminism was supposed to be good for everyone and that the patriarchy harms men and boys as well?

Like maybe we should care about male loneliness and the male suicide rate BECAUSE MAYBE WED HAVE LESS SOCIETAL PROBLEMS if 100% of the population wasn’t traumatized by gendered expectations and not being taught decent communication skills/how to be emotionally vulnerable. And definitely we would if fucking redpill echo chambers weren’t the places most willing to accept and nurture (groom into hateful ideology) young men.

The problem has never been men, cis or trans, being uniquely capable of evil the problem has always been the fact that cishet patriarchal culture encourages and rewards shitty behavior that makes everyone involved bitter and miserable and calls it masculinity.

[scarlethexelove]

Printsessa

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Word Count: 722

Summary: After sex reader struggles with her feelings about being a pillow princess.

Warning: Smut, Strap-on, Smut turned to comfort, Reader struggling with accepting herself, a little self-hatred

A/n: Ok so long time no post. Sorry about that. I'm not fully back but I kind of needed this one. This isn't meant for everyone I know that. This was to help me with my own emotions. I've had similar conversations with My Girl and it's still hard. I hope writing it out helps and maybe could help someone else.

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“You're taking me so well printsessa. Fuck.” Natasha grunts as she drives her hips into yours. You moan as your legs wrap around her waist. Your fingernails digging into her back.

You've cum three times already. You're overstimulated and close to falling over the edge again. “Da-Daddy mmm fuck please." You whine, letting your nails drag down Nat's back.

Nat watches as her strap disappears into your wet hole. “Cum all over my cock printsessa. Making a mess for me.” She commands, which sends you over the edge.

Your body shakes beneath Nat as she continues to drive her strap into you. Helping you ride out your orgasm. Your juices coat the silicone toy attached to your girlfriend's hips.

The sight of you falling apart and your nails digging in that much deeper sends Nat over the edge right behind you. Her hips stutter as she cums, but never falters in their pace. She makes sure to drag out both of your orgasms until her hips finally slow to a stop.

Both of you are panting, bodies slick with sweat. Nat gently pulls out of your abused hole which causes you to whimper. “I'm sorry detka.” She strips herself of the harness and tosses it to the side to be cleaned later. She's quick to slide back into bed and pull you into her arms. She'll help to get you both cleaned up a little later.

You lay your head on her naked chest, both of you still breathing a bit heavy. Nat's heart beating a bit faster, and you close your eyes to the sound. This is your favorite place to be. A closeness that only skin-to-skin can give you. But there is a thought that creeps into your mind. You don't deserve this. You don't deserve this care and attention after the fact. How could you when you can't please your own girlfriend.

It's a battle between wanting to and not wanting to. You want to because you feel like you have to. There is some sort of obligation to reciprocate when in reality it makes you feel slightly uncomfortable. And it makes you hate yourself.

A hand cups your cheek and has you look up. “Detka what's going on in that pretty little head of yours?” All you can manage is to shake your head. You see as Nat's features soften, a hint of worry. “Please talk to me detka.”

It's not like this conversation is new to the two of you but it's something you struggle with. Something you wish you could change about yourself.

“M'sorry.” You mumble. Tears start to shine in your eyes.

“Sorry for what detka?” Nat asks you. She has an idea but she wants to hear more.

You take a shaky breath. “For being like this. For being selfish.”

Nat shakes her head at your words knowing exactly what you're talking about. “Detka you don't need to apologize for being who you are. You're my printsessa.” She kisses your forehead. “My pillow princess. I love you the way you are. You aren't selfish for that.”

Some tears slip down your cheek with a small shake of your head. “I'm not enough. I'm not good enough for you. I-I-I can't give you anything back. I hate myself for being like this. I'm broken.”

“You are not broken Y/n.” Nat wipes the falling tears with pads of her thumb. “I have everything I could ever want right here with you. I want you. I love you.”

“You could find better. Someone who will give you pleasure.” You mumble, your eyes looking down.

“Detka look at me.” You hesitate. “Look at me.” Nat repeats. You slowly look up, meeting piercing green eyes. “I just came from watching you come undone on my cock. That's my pleasure. Detka I get all the pleasure I could ever need from you. I get off just on seeing you get off. You are perfect for me. Made for me.”

You let her words sink in for a moment. “M'sorry I'm like this.”

Nat is the one shaking her head this time. “Detka I will spend my life reminding you. You are more than enough for me. You are my printsessa. I love you.” She leans in softly kissing you.

“I love you... and thank you.” You mumble against Nat's lips.

“Always detka.”

[pleasantlycrazyworld]

Migraine pains

Summary: Bob helps you with while you have a migraine.

A/N: I personally suffer from migraines and honestly I think I've written a migraine fic about every character I write for.

Bob left you in bed early in the morning for training, in the midst of it he texted you a quick good morning message. Towards the end of his session, he got a message from you responding to his good morning and alerting him that you woke up with a migraine...again. This is the third day of you having a migraine and Bob was really starting to get concerned. He felt a weight settle in his chest knowing you were currently hurting. He stopped by the kitchen to grab one of your reusable ice packs that you keep for days like this. He wrapped the ice pack in a towel before rushing to his room.

Opening the door as quietly as possible he tiptoed into the room, more aware of his footing now more than ever. The air stinged from how cold it was, it nearly knocked the breath out of him. Walking further into his bedroom he took note of the curtains being drawn close, the playlist he made to help you sleep was playing very softly in the background and his eyes fell onto the lump in the middle of his bed. "Angel?" He called out softly and felt his heartbreak at the groan that left you in response.

"Oh baby." He whispers and closes the door behind him softly. These flare ups have been happening more and more, and it kills him each time he witnesses one knowing there isn't much he can do to help. He strips off his clothes until he is standing in his boxers and crawls into bed with you. He lays the ice pack on your forehead and softly places a kiss on it.

He feels you mumble against his chest explaining how you've done everything you needed to do to try and get rid of it, but nothing has worked. He nods agreeing, he knows that you've been doing what you needed to help the pain, and he knows that you've been trying to work through this migraine, but honestly, he thinks that is what's been making it stick with you.

Bob texted Yelena to let her know that whatever was planned for the two of you had to be canceled today. He plans to just hold you today, if you won't relax for your own wellbeing then he'll make you stay still and relax. All he can do is try and remind you that everything will be end up being okay and hope that after napping for a while you will finally begin to feel better. If the nap doesn't help, he'll get up and make you a good meal and get you a water with the electrolytes that you use. You two might have to just wait this pain out but he refuses to let you suffer alone.

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[satrs]

♡ Twice Blessed! Sylus and his Twin Girls ♡

I can'ttt get girl dad sylus out of my head- it just seems so right. Yk what, it's canon bc I said so. So enjoy my rambling here!^^

Sylus steps into the dimly lit back room of the warehouse, where the members of his organization have gathered, faces all business— cold eyes, clipped voices, sharp suits. The tension in the air is thick enough to cut with a knife.

Tonight's meeting is important, the kind where deals are struck, threats are whispered, and power is measured in silence. Except tonight, Sylus isn't alone.

He clears his throat loudly, drawing every gaze. "Sorry I'm late," he says with his usual low growl, but what really steals the show are the two tiny bundles in his arms.

In his arms, swaddled in matching pastel pink onesies, are his two tiny twin girls, wriggling and babbling with all the energy only toddlers possess. One is gripping a plushie crow that looks suspiciously similar to mephisto, her wild curls— identical to yours— bouncing as she squeals happily. The other's trying to shove her pacifier into Sylus' mouth with utmost dedication.

He glances down at them with a smirk, murmuring, "Alright, princesses, no scaring the big bad wolves, okay?"

Sylus had no choice but to bring them. You had to work a late shift, and no one, else was around to watch the little tornadoes.

He'd tried everything, babysitters, your neighbors, even contemplating the possibility of luke and kieran before shaking it off, or even rescedule the meeting— but the schedule wouldn't budge.

So here they were.

As he steps into the meeting room, eyes immediately snap toward him. The usual stoic faces flicker between confusion and barely contained amusement. Luke and Kieran are the first to cut in, ushering over to Sylus side, whispering.

"Uhhhh, boss? What's going on?"

Sylus shrugs, unbothered expression blank as he adjusts his hold on the twins as one of them reaches out to grab the nose of Luke's mask, her loud giggling ringing through the warehouse.

"Had to bring backup, the misses has to work late so I'm multitasking. Besides, I couldn't leave them with you two airheads."

The twins giggle loudly at their dads intimidating expression, breaking the stern atmosphere instantly. One suddenly takes hold of Sylus' face as his eyes screw shut, eyes wide and serious. "Mommy, mommy!"

Sylus shoots a quick glance around, then leans closer. "Sweeties, remember what I said? No telling Mama. This is our little secret, mkay?"

But the other one waves her chubby hands, babbling fiercely, “No! Mommy, mommy!"

He sighs, returning his attention towards the awaiting men starring at their boss in utter disbelief as he strolls over with a travel bag slung over his shoulder and two little giggling girls.

What the hell is going on?

"Meet the new muscle," he says, nodding proudly as he strolls to his chair. "They don't take bribes but they sure can throw a tantrum that'll shut down a whole operation,” he muses, sitting down in his chair at the head of the table, each of them resting on one of his thighs as their big, ruby eyes scan the room, giggling once in a while as they catch Kieran shooting goofy figures at them.

Sylus shoots Kieran a warning glare as one of his subordinates report on the current situation up to his arrival.

It goes on until one of the twins tugs at his collar, demanding for her bottle. Right, it's feeding time.

He makes quick work with his evol, red flickering energy opening the travel bag, the dark matter prepping the bottle before it lands in his hand for him to shake, quick to place it against his daughters lips.

The other one starts a song of shrieks and baby babble, demanding Sylus' attention once her pacifier slipped onto her tiny lap.

He tries to calm her all while feeding his other daughter and listening in to the reports.

He then lifts the pacifier back to her lips only for her to suddenly grasp it as she manages to pop it in his ear like an earpiece.

Everyone has to fight their laughter, Luke and Kieran trying their very best not to crack up and they thank god for their masks right now.

Sylus is quick to shut everyone up with a clear of his throat, his firm expression sending shivers down everyones spine. "Alright," he begins, rocking his adorable girls in his lap,

"Let's wrap this up. We'll keep it short tonight, it's bedtime soon."

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[livinghalfway]

Younger Years Pt. 12

Masterlist

Summary: Damian gets temp de-aged to 6yrs old; cue him asking where his twin is. This is how everyone finds out about Danny's existence. Word Count: 1643

"I spy with my little eye something white."

"Your hair?" Jason guessed. The tone of his voice was monotone, and it was clear that the game was going to be coming to an end soon. 

After Danny revealed the true nature of the GIW, and what they had planned, it had been quiet and tense between the two of them. The boredom and quite that followed after though was enough to make them both get over it. 

He doesn't know how long it's been since he woke up, but Danny knows it must have been at least a day by now. With no clock or window in sight it's hard to tell for sure. 

Which is what eventually led to them talking again, and playing games just to try and pass the time. Danny knows what happens though when it's time up. Jason gets taken to the lab, and he gets sent back to Amity where he too will be experimented on. 

"No." 

"The walls?"

Danny is not sure what he can do in this situation. He has to try though. There is no way that he is just going to sit here quietly while they drag Jason away. Maybe he could try and make himself more interesting, something that would make them ignore orders from HQ and take him to the lab instead. Try and buy Jason some time for a possible rescue. 

Sam and Tucker have to be looking for him at this point. The whole reason they came to Gotham was because the GIW were here, surely they must have connected the dots that they are the ones that took him. Danny can only assume that the bats are looking for him now as well what with him foolishly running straight into Damian. 

"Yes." 

"Really?"

"No." 

"Alright you little shit," Jason throws him a playful glare, "I give. What is it? What is your little eye spying?"

"Giving up after only two guesses?" 

"Giving up as this is the fourth time you've spied something white." 

As much as Danny hates to admit it, even to himself, it's nice to have someone here with him right now. He can only imagine how much worse everything would be right now if he didn't have anyone to talk to. 

He would have loved to meet Jason outside of this place and be his friend. That isn't his reality though; not now. 

"The whites of your eyes!”

"Fuck you." Danny can't help but let out a small laugh at Jason’s outburst. "No more eye spy!"

"If no more eye spy I think we'll have to start from the top of our list of games. I don't think there is anything new we could do." 

Instead of responding right away Jason takes a moment to look at him. It seems as if he was looking for something. "No. No more games. It's time to get serious again." 

That shocked Danny as this is seemingly coming out of nowhere. He thought after their first talk that Jason didn't want to know anything more about the GIW or why they took the two of them. Danny's not going to keep anything from Jason though if he really wants to know. "I'll answer what I can." 

“Do you have a brother?” 

That … that is not what Danny thought he was going to ask. Especially with the way Jason asked it. As if he already knew the answer; it wouldn’t make sense though for him to know about Damian. “Why do you ask?” 

Jason peers at him from across the hall with an almost melancholy type of look, “I didn’t really notice it at first, but you look very familiar to a certain big name in Gotham.”

"Is this really what you want to talk about? Me being a doppelganger to Damian Wayne." As soon as he said it Danny knew that he probably messed up. Jason knew it too based on the small smirk gracing his face. 

"We've got nothing else to do, and it's something that's been on my mind for a bit. Also I never said it was Damian Wayne." 

"It's something I've been told before." Danny truthfully argues, "I'm not sure who else in Gotham is a 'big name' that I could look like." 

This guy knows who Danny is somehow, but who would be close enough to Damian to know that he had a twin? And to have been embraced by death enough to become a revenant. Only one name comes to mind. 

"You're Jason Todd. Red Hood, I'm guessing?" 

"And you're Danyal al Ghul."  They are so lucky no monitoring system has been put in place.

It makes sense now that Danny thinks about it. Of course it was Jason Todd, adopted son of Bruce Wayne otherwise known as Batman, would be the revenant. The son that is supposedly dead. Everything he does just leads back to the Wayne family nowadays doesn’t it?

Danny had thought that it was odd when he was reading some of the GIW files how one guy could be setting off so many scanners within one night. Being a vigilante would explain that though. 

"Guess someone owes Damian two nickels, huh? Two nickels for two brothers that have died."  Jason questions mostly to himself. "Wait. You mentioned earlier that you were something different from a normal ghost. Are- are you actually dead? And don't say you can't talk about it because they're listening, we both know they're not. These guys might be smart, but they are still extremely dumb and overconfident for not having a monitoring system set up to watch us. So start talking, casper.” 

There's really not much Danny could say to argue against Jason. Sure, he could simply deny talking about it, but he really doesn’t want to make Jason upset with him right now. Not when this could be the last conversation they ever have with each other. 

"Casper? That's the best you got?" 

"I'll think of another one while you explain how about that?"

So much for trying to misdirect the conversation. "I'm a halfa, half ghost, half human, half dead, half alive. This," Danny gestures to himself as he speaks, "is my ghost half. I can switch between the two." 

"That's freaky."

"Yes, thank you Jason, I know."  Danny gives Jason a hard glare, "As I was saying-" 

The doors at the end of the hall are suddenly opening. Sounds echoing all around them as Jason and Danny can do nothing, but watch as three figures enter the hall. "-And here is where we're currently keeping the revenant and Phantom. I must say we at the GIW are very pleased with how quickly you two accepted our invitation to examine the specimen. It is truly an honor to have The Fentons here! Your research never fails to impress!" 

It's one of the GIW agents talking, but that is not what has Danny's attention. He is solely focused on the two people behind him; his parents. 

That- that can't be though! They knew Danny was Phantom, they put away the weapons, and locked up the lab! Things have been tense in the house since they found out, but surely they weren't here in support of the GIW. His parents weren’t here to experiment on a human being!

Danny watches as they approach his and Jason's cell, and come to a stop in front of them; both are smiling. Anger swallows the shock as he looks at his parents. He should have known better than to think they would give up their ideals for him. Rotting fruit will always fall after all. 

"Now Phantom here is a surprise capture, and I have orders from the higher ups that we aren't allowed to surgically examine it at this location." The agent and his parents' gaze feel hot as they talk about him. "The revenant on the other hand will be ready for you both tomorrow evening!" 

It's his mom who responds to that, "Oh, but we have such a history with Phantom! Surely they'd allow a few simple tests to be done! Testing his- its emotion mimicry and seeing if its joints react the same as ours." 

What an odd thing to suggest Danny thinks to himself. His joints? While it is something that is a part of the review process  it's never been something either of his parents particularly cared about. 

Jason who had been silent throughout all of this looks quizzically in his direction at that. Clearly wondering what kind of history he has with these two. How would he react knowing that they are his parents?

"Hmm I'll have to make a few calls, but I'm sure that might be something we can work out." The agent assures them. 

"Wonderful!" His dad's voice booms in the otherwise quiet hall. As he continues to speak his dad takes a step closer to his cell and places a hand on the glass, "Regardless though, we look forward to just being in the examination room tomorrow." 

The agent says something to that in response, but at this point there is nothing but a ringing in Danny's head. He doesn’t even react as they walk away. His dad's hand- the writing!

"-om Phantom!" Jason is calling out to him with a worried look. "You ok? You looked pretty out of it during all of that." 

"I'm fine." Danny smiles as he rationalizes all the information he just learned, "We're getting out of here." 

His parents are here and they're going to get him out of this nightmare place. It's only a matter of time now.

-

Robin watched from a nearby roof at the hotel room he was just at a couple of nights ago. Only this time the room was already occupied with three individuals instead of two.  Mason, Foley, and the newcomer, Jasmine Fenton. 

[mysteryshoptls]

Idia Shroud Shared Lines

Tutorial: You're here... ...Can I go home now?

Level Up 1 / Buddy Level Up: I'm gainin' more EXP... Dwehehehe

Level Up 2: Leveling is crucial.

Level Up 3: Da-da-da daa dum da dah da-da! Level up～

Level Max: H-Hey, isn't my EXP gauge all maxed out already? I don't need to try any harder, right?

Vignette Level Up: There's folks out there who like running challenges using characters with ridiculous stats. ...I'm talking about you.

Spell Level Up: Ughhh, even if my magic gets stronger, it's not like it does me any good out there in the real world. Bleegh.

Friendship Level Up: Y-You’ve got some ulterior motive for being so nice to me, don’t you? Honestly, I’d feel more relaxed if you’d say that you did…

Friendship Level Max: When you first said you wanted me to come to your guest room, I thought you were being forced to on a dare or something, but… Guess I was wrong. Uh, well… I’ll come again. Yeah.

Uncapped: Is it that fun sticking to me like that? Stop it with that cheesy smile. Weirdo......

Groovification: Now we're getting somewhere. The whole cosmos awaits me! ......How cringe can I get? Yeah, no.

Lesson Select 1: I don't want class outside... I don't want class outside...

Lesson Select 2: I don't need to go to class to study... Why's it gotta be in person?

Lesson Select 3: I-It feels like people have been glancing over here for a while now. Hurry and pick something. Faster!

Lesson Start: Eep! There's too many people...

Lesson Finish: I drained about a week's worth of energy in one go.

Battle Start: I’ll finish this pronto in one turn.

Battle Won: You need to level up more～

Trouble 1: That was a dreadful experience… Hey, didn’t you take too long to jump in and stop that?

Trouble 2: This is why I hate guys who try to solve everything with force!

GIFT CALENDAR 2023: “How will you be spending the day?” Obvi, just been hyperfixating on my online games, like always… Rather, why would you think I’d go out in cold weather like this in the first place? I recently overhauled the internet speed in the dorm, so it’s crazy fast now lol. Gonna actually pull an all-nighter, it’s been a while!

Birthday Login Message 1: What? I’m a bit busy right now collecting the birthday voice line of my favorite character in this game… The only ones who congratulate me irl are my family, anyway. …Eh? You came to throw a me birthday party? Y-you? Hie… I-if there’s going to be such a high-difficulty event, why can’t you announce the news ahead of time!? I was completely off my guard so I’m utterly unprepared, you know!?

Birthday Login Message 2: I’m busy right now. If there’s something you want to say, can you just get it over with? …Oho～, so you’re here to give me my “Birthday Greetings”? Well, since you’re already here, I might as well let you celebrate me. I can’t wait to see if you can really make me happy～! I’ll try and patiently wait without any expectations.

Birthday Login Message 3: Don’t know how I feel about you celebrating my lifespan shortening by another year… Eh, guess I’ll at least say thanks. Oh yeah, how 'bout you join our gaming tournament? The others in the dorm are setting one up. Ah, but don’t you even think of trying to go easy on me just 'cause I’m the birthday boy. Doesn’t matter what the game is, there’s no way I’d lose to an amateur. So if you’re going to play with us, come with all you got.

Birthday Login Message 4: Siiiigh… As expected, I didn’t win a greeting from Premo’s birthday present campaign. Looks like, as always, I’m just a poor soul that’ll only get birthday wishes from my family and my games… EEK!? WHEN DID YOU GET HERE!? Eh, you came to wish me a happy birthday? I-Is that so…? Well, thanks. Wheehee.

Birthday Login Message 5: Hi… Need something from me? …My birthday? Oh, well, now that you mention it! Th-Thanks… I completely forgot after Ortho wished me a happy birthday this morning… Did I get anything from anyone else? Wh-Wh-Why’re you asking a loner like me that!? I p-pretty much just avoid everyone else, so. The most I did today was play with Azul-shi during our Boardgame Club time… Obviously I utterly crushed him!! …Eh, you think he went easy on me 'cause it was my birthday? Uh-huh… If you really think that, how about a game, then? Don’t come crying to me later after you lose, though, fheehee.

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[mandalhoerian]

I have a confession. I rhonk about what would change if Caleb were a didi and not a gege because it causes a lot more drama and also gives us more of an underdog love interest vibe. Too many cool and accomplished men in the lineup, make him even more of a loser. Even if it's just a month younger or a year, the dynamic of him wanting/needing to be her protector becomes more complicated and heartbreaking, especially if she is just as protective of him.

I haven't been able to stop thinking about this ever since I got your ask anon. It affected me answering my asks, honestly. I got put in the ADHD dysfunction jail until I answered this one.

Being older gives gege structure. Authority. The quiet dignity of someone who’s always one step ahead, always holding the umbrella before the storm hits. But make Caleb a didi, and everything is upside down. The gravity aspect of him is about reaching now. The protector standing steady in the rain becomes the boy chasing after your shadow, sprinting to catch up, hoping that growing taller will make him feel older, stronger, enough. His love goes beyond being a promise of safety, and becomes a question he’s terrified to ask:

"What do I have to do for you to see me the way I see you?"

Let's talk about it.

In both Chinese and Japanese media, sibling terminology is never just familial, it’s loaded with hierarchy. “Gege” and “Nii-san” come with gravitas and respect. They mean: I go first. I carry the weight. The older brother archetype comes with authority by proximity. It places him above you. He was there first. He knew you first. He sheltered you when you were small and scared.

But “didi” (弟弟 / otouto) is a different creature entirely. He’s the one you stood in front of at the doctor’s office so he wouldn’t see the needle. The one who trailed you at school with scraped knees and untied shoes, clutching whatever you told him was important. He was the excuse you gave when you lied, the person you protected your entire life because you had nobody but him. He isn't the shield like gege is. He's the reason you needed to be one. Didi Caleb is not being relied on.

He's the one being taken care of in this scenario.

And yet, the moment you tell me that this version of Caleb is trying to be your protector anyway, it gets so juicy because this means more instability. That he's trying to reverse the roles so desperately.

Let's start with the physical aspect of it. There’s something unspoken about height in this kind of dynamic. Caleb is canonically 188cm, built like a hero. It's be more interesting if didi Caleb still has his original self's appearance. So now picture this: this beefcake towers over you. He can lift you with one arm. He blocks out the sun when he steps forward.

But every time you tilt your head to look up at him, he remembers a time when he used to tilt his head up at you and got his hair ruffled. He used to be the one enveloped in your arms. You used to be so big to him back then, his immovable mountain. But how small you are now, compared to him, but still able to make him feel so small.

That physical reversal is humiliating, in that sense. Because no matter how much taller he gets, part of him is still that boy — the one you once held, and still treats as such.

It disrupts Caleb’s clean, golden-boy narrative and turns him into something the story lacks — an underdog as you say. I know the word gets used in a scrappy comic-relief way nowadays, but I mean in the most emotionally bruising sense of the word.

Canon Caleb, as gege, is tragic and noble. His story is about sacrifice and distance and crossing lines and rewriting what they were to each other and the yearning and all those complicated stuff, about smiling while holding the knife by the blade, showing that he has been harboring a different person inside and he can't be the Caleb he's carefully curated for you anymore.

But as a didi, his tragedy becomes internalized in an entirely different register.

“I don’t want to be protected by you anymore. I want to stand in front of you now — and not because I’m strong enough… but because I love you. Look at me. See me as more. I've become so much more.”

It turns his competence into a coping mechanism. His strength becomes the performance. His medals, his rank, his years in the DAA — they're desperate proof. Proof that he’s no longer a kid. Proof that he's grown into someone you might look at differently. I can imagine that he still has the househusband skills of gege Caleb, but he's picked them up so you would would depend on him entirely.

And he knows it still isn’t enough.

He knows you see him. But not like that.

You still look at him with those warm, older-sister eyes. Still cups his cheek when he’s hurt like you used to when he was twelve. Still praises him with that gentle, knowing tone—“You’ve come so far.”

And it kills him. Because he doesn’t want to be commended. He wants to be chosen.

In canon, Caleb protects the MC because he always has. It’s natural. It’s part of their shared history.

But here? He’s trying to rewrite their roles. He’s fighting upstream against the current of every time you picked him up when he fell, every time you handed him the bigger slice, every time you stepped between him and something frightening.

So what does he do?

He overcompensates. Trains until his hands bleed. Takes on impossible missions. Volunteers for frontline danger. Tries to stack achievement on top of achievement like he’s building a ladder out of childhood.

But the heartbreak is that you never asked him to. You never demanded he become your shield.

Because you never stopped seeing him as someone you needed to guard.

Colonel Caleb with this context is more jarring. When he comes back hardened and unrecognizable in the Farspace Fleet uniform, it’s still a seismic moment. The same explosion. The same presumed death. The same return from the grave, standing across from you with a stranger’s voice and a soldier’s posture.

But as a didi, that moment is like realizing the kid you once put band-aids on has grown into someone you can’t read anymore.

Again, it’s the same reunion scene. Though he emotional footing is different now.

He’s returning as someone who outgrew you while you weren't looking. And you don't know what to do with that.

Because with gege Caleb, the rupture is spiritual. He returns changed, yes, but still playing the role you remember, gentle, playful, achingly loyal. He acts the same after they skip past the interrogation.

But with didi Caleb, the rupture is personal. It feels like a betrayal you don't have the words for. Didi Caleb's personality shift adopts the Colonel more and hangs onto the title and the authority that comes from it because that's exactly what he's been looking for all his life. He doesn't "drop it" like gege Caleb does around you.

From your perspective, he grew into someone who doesn’t need you anymore. Who might never have. And that realization burns more than his absence ever did.

There’s a dissonance between who you see and who you remember. The sense of not recognizing Caleb is stronger with the didi version of him precisely because he took that opportunity to assert he's not the younger brother and he doesn't intend to reassume that role. You aren't sure if it’s safe to speak to him the way you used to. If you're allowed to be the way you used to be with him. He’s bulkier now. His shoulders broader. His jaw is set differently when he’s thinking. And he watches you with an intensity that makes your skin prickle, because it’s not the wide-eyed look of a little brother hoping for approval.

He doesn’t want your grief. He doesn’t want your relief. He wants recognition. He wants permission.

You’re responsible for Caleb. That hasn’t changed, not in your bones. It doesn’t matter how old he gets or what rank sits on his chest — you raised that boy in the ways that counted. You taught him to keep his laces double-knotted and to stop lying with his face. You were the one who pulled him through his clumsy years and every heartache he couldn’t name.

And now you’re standing in front of him again after mourning him for an entire year and he’s acting like you’re the one who needs handling.

Yes, your check-ins became less frequent after he was cleared for flight. Yes, you didn’t exactly love the whole “don’t treat me like a kid” phase.

But you're not sure if this is a phase. It's as if he’s managed to get so good at keeping you out that he can now do it with a smile. And the part that drives you completely insane is that he’s become too clever to be caught.

He withholds now instead of lying, that's a technique he's mastered. Redirection. Dissolving arguments with jokes. When you press him, he grins and says something like, “You’re worrying too much again, Jie/Nee-san. You always do.”

And maybe that’s what stings the most. That somewhere along the way, he learned how to disarm you, to dodge the questions that matter. Weaponized taking cover behind the version of himself you still remember fondly while keeping everything that actually hurts buried six layers beneath the surface.

You want to scold him. You want to make him sit down and explain what the hell happened to turn him into someone who treats your concern like static in his comms. But you can’t. Because he’s too smooth with it. So cheeky, in that maddening way he gets when he knows he’s winning a fight you weren’t even sure had started.

You can't even compute as he shuts you in his house while smiling through it all like he doesn't have you under lock and key. Who has this kid become? Where have you gone wrong with him? It's this place, the Fleet. They must have done something to him, you're sure. You have to take him away from here, this can't go on. Your Caleb wouldn't even dream of doing something like this.

So when he corners you on that couch and tells you he's not playing house anymore and is certainly not going to keep being your younger brother, it's solidified that this is a clone that must have taken his place. Even after you leave Skyhaven in the aftermath of that disaster of an investigation, a part of you believes that ridiculous notion. There is no way your heart would be racing for your didi.

And the subsequent cards and memories that unfold have no hesitancy and the quiet yearning of gege Caleb who was benefiting from the status quo and being your protector despite having a love-hate relationship with the restrictions. Didi is assertive to establish that he's a man and that he wants OUT of that zone, he doesn't want to be regarded as a younger brother and hates being treated as such.

God, I yapped SO MUCH. This AU fascinates me, thank you for sharing it with me and allowing me to talk about it anon!

[rosenclaws]

Hi I have an idea for headcanons.. (I’m not sure if it’s good or not) what will be Logan’s reaction to the reader crying after seeing how much he’s been hurt during the mission or maybe crying after seeing him in a long time and thankful that he’s safe.

awww this is too cute, I love some comforting Logan.

Origins Logan -

There's a massive thunderstorm brewing and you were worried about Logan going to work. Being around all those trees what if something bad happened? You know he can heal but he can't heal everything. It just makes you nervous. So when the rain starts to pour and lighting starts a massive fire that isn't being put out by the rain, well fuck you don't know what to do. Against your better judgement you got into the truck and drove down to the lumberyard.

You were soaked to the bone as you ran inside the office and you swore you could have cried there because you saw Logan waiting out the storm with some of his coworkers. He was shocked to see you there and rushes over immediately. Scolding you for even thinking about driving in a storm like this and thanking god you were safe. You were just so worried and it warms his heart that you are that much BUT he makes you swear to never drive in conditions like this again. He takes off his flannel and makes you wear it so you're in something warm. Yes he is shirtless because I said so.

Trilogy Logan -

You knew something was wrong when Charles called you into his office. The solo mission Logan had gone on made your stomach twist just hearing about it. Logan isn't exactly stealthy, his methods are much more straight forward and bloody. So when he went away for a week you were a nervous wreck. A week passed and Logan wasn't back and your mind went to the worst places. Charles called you into his office to tell you that Logan's tracker had been turned off only 3 days into the mission. They waited because they knew Logan often goes off on his own but he missed the return deadline.

It was horrible. You couldn't eat or sleep. Just waiting for Logan to come home. You stayed away analyzing everything you could. Calling in favors and staring at the empty map where his tracker should be. It's not until a week later where he walks through the door. His suit is torn and he looks tired but he's home. You burst into tears the second you two were alone. Holding onto him tight as you cry. It breaks his heart to see you so worried. He's a survivor and he tells you that but it doesn't make the worry any less. He cups your face and promises that he'll always come home. That he has you and nothing will stop him from getting back to you.

DOFP Logan -

Okay so this one's a little different. There's not much need for missions and fighting anymore after Logan reset the timeline but sometimes he still thinks about what his world used to be. So much so that Charles tasked you with helping him clear his mind. Logan didn't want you to because he didn't want you to see what he's been through but you promise you can handle it. Logan has a soft spot for you and he always has so he really doesn't want you to. But there isn't much room for argument.

You see everything. All the pain and loss he's been through. The trauma of losing people he's loved and the things that were done to him. How inhumane he was treated. It broke your heart. You started to cry and Logan refused to ever let you in his head again. He held you as you cried from how much he's been hurt. He promises you that everything's okay and that he's strong and a fighter. His life hasn't been easy but he's here now and he's alright. He promises.

Old Man Logan -

Logan would disappear a lot. You don't know much about his life. Just that he drives a limo and takes care of his father. At least that's what he's told you. He won't bring you over to his place and he tends to keep to himself. Still you love him and he loves you even if he's not the best at showing it. When he does show up at your place he's dressed his best. Switching to a shirt that doesn't have blood and brining you flowers he took an extra couple rides to afford. Still you worried about him. You could see he was in constant pain and he would never let you in. It had been a couple days since you saw him and you were flipping through some channels when you see the news reporting on an attempted carjacking. The car got away but it had left blood, hubcaps, and a license plate. A license plate you recognized as Logan's.

You were terrified. Telling yourself that he's fine and it wasn't his car but you can't stop yourself from calling over and over. You don't get a response until the next morning. You could barely sleep when you got a knock at your door, there was Logan looking as exhausted as ever but still had a smile on his face seeing you. You hugged him tight and let a few tears slip which made him confused. You could barely get the story out before he was shushing you and telling you he's alright. He hides the blood that was still on his shirt and the pain in his chest from getting shot. You don't need to know that. He tells you he's alright and that nothings gonna happen to him. What a liar.

Worst Logan -

Logan was gone because of the damn TVA again. Sending him on dangerous missions as a favor for letting him stay in your universe. His healing factor made things easier but you still missed him. Still you waited and then he came home. Covered in blood. You freaked when you saw Wade half dragging him through the orange portal. Something had fucked with his healing and it was taking longer than it should. Logan tries to pretend he's fine but he's weak and his wounds aren't healing. He never wanted you to see him like this. He feels horrible seeing those tears in your eyes as you help clean him up. He brushes his thumb across your cheek and tells you not to cry for him. He's not worth it. But you tell him he's an idiot and you care about him more than he cares about himself so of course you're gonna cry. Logan commits your tears to memory to serve as a reminder to never let you see him like this again.

[thequietkid-moonie]

"Hearing you laugh makes my heart happy"

[ DRABBLE ] [ Twisted Wonderland ]

> Established relasionship, reaction

Riddle Rosehearts

He is not too used to compliments, specially not ones so sincere and cheesy, Riddle stops to stare at you in shock before looking away, barely being able to stutter a thanks as his cheeks get as red as his hair, he refuses to look at you again until he calm down completely, wich will not happen soon, and even when he have calmed enough to prented that he is not affected anymore the way his hands shake a little or how he is discreetly looking at you says the contrary

Ruggie Bucchi

He just laughs more before asking if you are being serious, he takes it more like a joke and even decide to turn it around to tease you for what you have said, still is something that have brighten up his day, it make him flustered and giddy, thanks to you Ruggie is unable to stop giggling, but of course he tries to play it off, insisting that is nothing even when your words will be stuck in his mind for days

Azul Ashengrotto

He is completely take aback, he literaly freezes and ask you to repeat yourself, his smiles pases to be polite to be nervous and awkward in an instant, is not that he doesn't liked the compliment, is just that he doesn't know how to react and doesn't want to admit how much he actually liked hearing you say that, it takes a while for Azul to be able to regain his composure and even when he finally thanks you and return the compliment you can perfectly see how flustered he still is

Jade Leech

The moment the words left your lips his smile becomes mischievous, he is way too amused by this and he will not let you heard the end of it, he will ask you over and over again about it and repeating exactly what you have said to tease you and try to make you flustered, and now he is unable to stop laughing because this is too funny, you are too funny, but deep down your words have truly touched him and made him feel genuinely happy (maybe one day he will tell you, but for now the teasing isn't over)

Floyd Leech

He is now leaning over you with a goofy smile, asking over and over again if you were serious and if you could repeat it just to giggle when you answer, once he gets enough of asking Floyd graps his arms around you, squeezing you tightly and keeping you in place while he says how much he loves and adores his little shrimpy too! He is not going to let go of you for a while

Kalim Al-Asim

He is usually a cheerful person but hearing those words from you somehow make him feel even happier, his smile grows even wider (if thats even posible) and quickly grap you in a hug, saying over and over how sweet and adorable you are, how grateful he is to have you in his life, how much he does love your laugh too and he end up even promising in his life that while you two are still together he will do everything in his power for you to never lose your smile

Jamil Viper

He doesn't know if he should laugh or be weird out, Jamil looks at you with a frown for a moment before scoffing and looking away because of how absurd it is what you have said, but, of course, that is just to hide how immensely flustered he is right now, he much prefers for you, or anyone else, to never sees how his cheeks are starting to get pink while mentally praying to the seven that you can't hear the way his heart is beating like crazy nor find out how much he start to liking your compliments

Silver Vanrouge

He is more used to being serious most of the time but with you he can't stop smiling, and hearing those words from you truly have a big impact of him, Silver stares at you for a moment to process the words before asking if you really mean it, and when you confirm it he takes another moment to enjoy the feeling of being loved before smiling and saying how much he loves seeing you smile and laugh too, that just seeing you be happy makes him happy

[loveroffemmes]

jackie taylor and reader are enemies but they play spin the bottle at a party and jackie lands on reader

Where The Bottle Lands | Jackie Taylor x Fem! Reader

warnings: one-shot story with smut at the end, bratty! sub! jackie, edging, enemies to lovers

summary: jackie and the reader always butt heads, especially on the field, so what happens when jackie spins the bottle and it lands on the reader?

mean jackie...bratty jackie...<3

"Stop staring at her, she's going to get the wrong idea." Natalie hums, taking a sip from the red solo cup in her hands.

"The idea is that I hate her. You saw how she treated me at practice! Jackie has never reprimanded anyone on the team before, she's never been the type of captain to do that, but of course I get scolded in front of everyone?!" Jackie was always extra hard on me during practice, but after practice today, she took it way too far. She never acts like that with any other Yellowjacket, she never treats them this shitty!

Natalie laughs, "I'm not a big fan either, but staring at her isn't going to do anything."

"You're right, staring won't do anything."

I set my cup down and Natalie's laughter dies down, "What are you doing?"

"I should confront her!"

Nat's eyes widen, "Yeah, okay, you're wasted." She responds, stepping in front of me, "Do you really think it's a good idea to drunkingly confront your team captain? Especially at a party that she is throwing?"

"Yes!"

"As your friend, I am telling you to cool off." Nat demands, but I shove past her and I can hear her audibly sigh.

My eyes were locked on Jackie, shoving past the random party-goers. Jackie stood there talking to Shauna. God, annoying #1 and annoying #2. I tap on Jackie's shoulder and she turns to face me, clearly confused.

"What is it?" Jackie asks, sighing before I can even get a word out.

"That!"

Jackie's eyebrows knit together, head tilting to the side ever so slightly, "Huh?"

"You...Your sigh!" Everything I say sounds like a mess of words, not coming out as authoritative or as sure as I wanted and it definitely doesn't help that half of them are slurred, "You always do that! Any time I speak, you sigh or refuse to look at me or...or..You reprimand me in front of everyone! Or you refuse to even pass to me!" Everything I wanted to say just falls from my lips before I can even stop it, "You think just because you're pretty you can do whatever you want or say whatever you want, but I am so sick of your shit, Taylor!"

Shauna and Jackie glance at each and then back at me before her cheeks flush red, probably from embarrassment, and then Jackie speaks up, "I wouldn't have to treat you like that if you knew how to kick a ball. It's my job as captain to lead you and any other Yellowjackets, you wouldn't want to be the reason we don't make it to nationals, would you?"

Before I could respond, a drunken voice called out to everyone, "Spin the bottle! Spin the bottle!" Mari chanted.

"Good excuse to get away from this whole mess." Shauna mutters. Shauna and Jackie walk over to Mari and Nat makes her way back to me.

"So..." Nat awkwardly hums, hands digging into her pockets, "That was..."

"Bad, Nat, I know." I groan.

"Do you want to go home?"

"No, it's fine, besides Mari will probably call your phone fifty million times until you agree to play."

Nat and I make our way towards the circle and sit down. It's mostly Yellowjackets and a few random party goers.

"So, who's starting us off?" Mari asks, placing the empty Titos bottle in the middle of the circle.

"I will!" Melissa says, a little too quickly...

She spins the bottle with full force and it spins and spins and spins...

And lands on Gen, who is already a blushing mess.

"Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!" The circle of people childishly chants. Melissa and Gen meet in the middle of the circle, kissing.

"10...9...8..." Mari counts down as the group chants around the kiss.

"There's a countdown to this game?" Nat questions and I shrug.

"3...2...1!" Melissa and Gen break apart, both panting.

"Your turn, Jackie." Melissa says, nudging her side.

Jackie leans forward, grabbing the bottle and spinning it. It spins and spins and spins and it lands on...

Me.

Jackie's mouth falls open and I can't help but mimic her expression, equally shocked.

"This game is stupid!" Jackie whines, "I'm not playing."

"Brat." I mutter under my breath and Jackie shoots me a glare, her cheeks somewhat red -- probably out of breath from running her mouth constantly.

"Anddddd, that's time!" Mari announces and I turn to look at her, confused, "If you guys don't kiss within ten seconds of the bottle landing, then you have to French kiss for ten seconds!"

"What are you talking about, Mari?!" I shout, not being able to control the level of my voice. There is no way in hell I am kissing Jackie, with or without tongue.

"It's the rulesss!" Mari replies, laughing.

"Just kiss!" Lottie jumps in, "Melissa and Gen did it."

I sigh, "Let's get this over with, Taylor."

"Stop calling me Taylor!" Jackie angrily muttered, turning away from Mari to face me.

Jackie and I move towards the middle of the circle and the chanting begins again, "Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!"

I glance down at Jackie's lips. Her stupid lip gloss made her lips shine and the way her teeth sank into her bottom lip when she got nervous...it almost made me forget how much I hated her.

"Are you going to keep staring or are you going to kiss me?" Jackie whispers.

I roll my eyes and lean in, my hand moving to grab her chin and bring her lips to mine. I hope she can't hear how fast my heart is beating. I hope she can't feel how much my hands are shaking. I hope she can't tell how much I want this.

How much I want this?

Jackie's lips brush against mine, they are unbelievably soft, so soft that it made my heart ache. My other hand moved to her thigh, resting there.

"Pick it up!" Someone in the circle called out.

I could feel Jackie smirk against my lips, her tongue brushing my bottom lip and before I even have the chance to open my mouth, Jackie's tongue has already forced it's way in. It's like I could taste her smugness through the kiss. She tasted sweet and I could taste the remnants of a drunk cig on her lips.

"Enough you two!" I felt Mari's hand on my shoulder and I pulled away, breathless.

"Way over the time limit." Nat mumbled, laughing to herself.

I look at Jackie, her tongue slowly slid across her own bottom lip as if she was trying to taste me on them. We both returned to our spots.

The game continued as normal, except for the occasional stares I would get from Jackie.

—

—

Where the fuck was Natalie? She was my ride. The party had almost entirely cleared out and I did not want to be stuck in Jackie's house any longer. I walked into the kitchen, hoping she was in there. It was empty except for Jackie who was picking solo cups off the ground.

I internally groaned and the words left my mouth before I could stop myself, "Do you need help?"

Jackie looks up at me, "Uh...yeah -- you're still here?"

"Yeah, I think my ride might be preoccupied."

"With...Misty? Lottie? Travis?"

"Don't ask me, because I honestly don't know." I reply, picking a cup off the ground.

Jackie laughed, it was light and carefree -- the side of Jackie I never had the fortune of seeing, "Fair. I was worried you were coming back for seconds."

"Worried? You wish I would come back for seconds." I respond and Jackie pauses for a second, her eyes meeting mine before inching down and this time, her eyes won't leave my lips, "Taylor?"

Jackie shook her head, her attitude returning once her eyes moved away from my lips, "Yeah, like anyone would want that."

"I don't know, Taylor, you were pretty quick to put your tongue in my mouth."

"It was Mari's stupid rule, not mine." Jackie pauses, her lips curling into a smirk, "You know what wasn't a rule of Mari's thought? Putting your hand on my thigh."

"I-It..." Why does she have to be so infuriating? "It wasn't like that! I needed somewhere to put my hand."

Jackie's moves closer to me and I can hear my own heartbeat thumping against my chest, I can feel my face getting hot, "If that's the case, then why are you always checking me out during practice?"

Busted.

I tried to think of anything I could, any reason why my eyes might linger on her a little too long, why I play worse whenever Jackie's jersey rides up, why...

Jackie's fingers were in my hair, her lips on mine. I return the kiss because the unbearable truth of it all is that one kiss wasn't going to be enough. Not when she felt this good, not when she tasted this good. I push Jackie against the kitchen counter, my body trapping her against it. While her hands run through my hair, mine are sliding every crumpled can and solo cup off of the counter behind her. Without breaking the kiss, I lift Jackie onto the counter with a small yelp from her. We both pull away at the same time, both thinking the same thing.

Jackie removes her dress and I follow by taking off my shirt, the desperation evident in the swiftness of our actions. Jackie was quick to grab my arm right after, her nails digging into my skin as she pulls me back against her. Her hands move anywhere they can; her nails running along my back, my arms, leaving scratch marks anywhere they possibly can as if Jackie was marking her territory. Her lips met mine and she was anything but gentle, her tongue slipping into my mouth, sliding against my tongue. My knees felt weak, her tongue felt so warm and I was so desperate for more. Jackie's lips left mine, kissing the corner of my mouth before kissing my jaw, then down my neck. Her kisses were soft at first, it felt restrained. The heat of her mouth hovering just slightly above my neck made me whimper and that's right when she sucked on my neck, leaving yet another mark on my body. My hands moved up her back, finding the clasp of her bra and undoing it as Jackie worked on my neck. I pulled away from Jackie's lips, throwing her bra wherever I had thrown everything else on the counter.

I couldn't stop staring at Jackie. Her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath, the soft smooth skin of her chest, and the way her eyes darkened. My hands moved up, groping her chest, my fingers circling her nipples. Jackie's back arched, seemingly involuntarily, as if her body had been craving this for longer than she would ever care to admit.

My eyes linger on her body, taking in every inch of her as my hands remain on her chest.

She was wet.

I could see it clearly through her white panties (with a little bow on top, how cute). I shift slightly, moving my lips right to her ear, "You're wet." Jackie blushes, a soft moan leaving her lips.

"Are you going to do something about it?" Her tone was challenging. My hands left Jackie's chest, moving down her stomach. She knew I could never turn down a challenge from her. My hand moved past the waistband of her panties, running my fingers through her folds and feeling her wetness coat them. I circled her clit with my two fingers, slowly, barely applying any pressure. Jackie's hands found my collar and she pulled me into another kiss.

My fingers slid down further, "Are you okay with this?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Jackie desperately said against my lips and with that, I slid my fingers into her. Jackie moaned into the kiss, her hands moving from my shirt to my hair, tugging on it and trying to remove any space between the two of us. My thumb moved to her clit to replace the fingers that are now thrusting inside her. It was slow and I could tell Jackie wanted more, she made that clear by continuing to use my hair to pull me closer, "Mmm, More."

This was the opposite of the Jackie I knew, the one who demanded every little thing from me. This Jackie was falling apart in my arms, begging me for something -- but, she could do way better, "Beg."

Jackie's hands stopped moving through my hair, "W-What?"

"You heard me; if you want more, beg for it." My fingers didn't stop pumping into her, painfully slow, my thumb barely ghosting over her clit.

"You're such a jerk, (Y/n)!"

"That doesn't sound like begging to me."

"I hate you."

"You can keep saying you hate me, but I can feel you clenching around my fingers whenever I speak, so go on, Taylor, admit it..."

"Call me 'Taylor' one more time and I'll stop this whole thing right now." Jackie demands, but her shaky voice makes it hard to even consider it a demand. My fingers slow down even more and Jackie's hips jerked up in response, immediately trying to make up for the lack of movement, "W-Wait," Her voice falters, her words now coming out as pleas, "D-Don't slow down, c-call me whatever you want, but don't stop!" Jackie's hands move down to grab my wrists, trying to get me to move my hands and I can't help but smirk. Jackie Taylor is begging me to fuck her, Jackie Taylor is rocking her hips desperately on my fingers. Fuck.

"Better." I can feel Jackie tighten around my fingers at the smallest bit of praise and I decide to give into what she wants, moving my fingers faster now and pressing my thumb to her clit. A broken moan escapes Jackie's lips, her head is thrown back and her back is arched and she is practically riding my fingers with the way her hips jerk at every thrust.

I curl my fingers and I feel Jackie's hands claw at my back, "T-There...Please, right there..."

"Good girl." I coo, curling my fingers once more and Jackie begins moaning my name.

"(Y/n), gonna cum, gonna cum!" She moans out and I slow down my fingers. Her head snaps forward, her eyes wide, "What...What are you doing!?" Jackie's hips never stop moving as she scolds me, desperate for release.

"You didn't ask for permission."

Jackie's mouth falls open and her eyebrows furrow clearly about to protest when instead a needy plea falls from her lips, "Please, can I cum? I need to cum, (Y/n), your fingers feels so good."

My fingers resume their previous pace and Jackie's back to moaning, her hips moving with even more effort now, determined to get off on my hand.

"You can cum, Jackie." I whisper in her ear and I feel Jackie immediately tighten around my fingers. Her nails dig so hard into my back that I'm worried she might draw blood. Her movements slow down as her juices coat my fingers and I slow down my pace, "Good, Jackie, just like that." I whisper in her ear, helping her come down from her orgasm. Her breathing is rapid, soft whines leaving her lips as I pull my fingers out of her and pull my hand entirely out of her now completely drenched panties.

I hold my fingers up to her face and Jackie opens her mouth, her tongue reaching desperately for my fingers as if she had been waiting to taste herself. Her big eyes met mine as she looked up at me, her eyes never leaving mine as she sucks every drop off of my fingers. My fingers leave her mouth with a popping noise.

"Thank you." Jackie mumbles, breathless, and I smile at her and she continues, "Don't get an ego out of this."

"That might be very hard to do."

[allthatjazz416]

Haikyuu HC Fluff!

Scene: haikyuu captains as girl dads. We all love a girl dad. characters: daichi, kuroo, bokuto, ushijima, futakuchi, kita, oikawa

Tags: (Attempt on) gender neutral reader! Fluff!

Sorry for any mistakes, English isn't my first language. Also, opened on taking request!

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❀ - Daichi

Daichi Sawamura is the gold standard of girl dads. He’s got a system—color-coded chore charts, emergency hair ties in the car, band-aids with little bears on them in his wallet at all times. He reads bedtime stories with full voice acting and different accents for every character. His daughter has him so whipped—if she so much as sniffles, he’s halfway to the store for a new stuffed animal or gameboy. But he’s also the protective and a strict dad who gives them lectures like, "We use kind words, D/N. Do you know what 'respect' means?" He also tears up every time she calls him "daddy" in a soft voice. Every. Time.

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❀ - Kuroo

Kuroo Tetsuro’s daughter is a tiny agent of chaos and he lives for it. He’s that dad who hypes her up at sports day like it’s the Olympics. "THAT’S MY KID. LOOK AT THAT FORM." He teaches her science experiments that end with baking soda volcanoes all over the kitchen, and he laughs when his partner threatens to ban them both. He lets her draw on his arms with markers and calls it "body art," then forgets and shows up to a work meeting with a rainbow kitten on his forearm. The two of them make sarcastic jokes like they’re a comedy duo—he taught her the phrase "get wrecked" and now she uses it on everyone. Once he joked that he would give her to the butchers in the market, and started pushing towards the cart there. She screamed "NOOO" so loud, you could hear them all the way from the other side of the market.

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❀ - Bokuto

Bokuto Koutarou is, no surprise, the most dramatic girl dad to exist. He sobbed when his daughter lost her first tooth. "SHE'S GROWING UP SO FASTT". If shes into dress up, she has him playing dress-up every weekend, and not like "fun participation"—no. He commits. Full fairy wings, sparkly lipstick, and a wand. He takes her to the park and teaches her how to climb trees and cartwheel, and yells "SHE’S A NATURAL ATHLETE!!!" like a coach discovering a prodigy. She always wants to play tag and he always lets her win. They call each other “Captain Bo” and “Lieutenant Starlight.” He gives her piggyback rides through the grocery store and she’s the loudest kid in the place, laughing like a gremlin, and he’s proud of it. He would give the world for his little girl.

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❀ - Ushijima (MY MAN)

Ushijima Wakatoshi is deeply, profoundly serious about being a good father. He treats everything his daughter says with deep contemplation, even when it’s, "Daddy, I think clouds are cotton candy and the moon is a marshmallow." He nods. "Interesting theory." He waters plants with her in the morning and packs her lunch with perfect nutritional balance. When she asked for a unicorn sandwich cutter, he researched the best one and bought three. He’s also quietly terrifying at parent-teacher conferences. The teacher says, "She talks a little too much during quiet time," and Ushijima just blinks and says, "Is that a problem?" She rides on his shoulders during walks and tells people, "My dad is the strongest man in the world!" And he never corrects her.

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❀ - Futakuchi

Futakuchi Kenji is the "I’m not like other dads, I’m a cool dad" dad. He wears sneakers with paint on them and lets his daughter wear mismatched socks if she wants to. He gets in trouble constantly for “bad influence” behavior like teaching her how to roll her eyes or helping her prank her mom/dad. He swears he’s not sentimental, but he keeps all her drawings in a shoebox under his bed. PTA moms are scared of him. His daughter thinks he’s the coolest human alive and tells all her friends he can skateboard (he cannot. he fell once and limped for a week).

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❀ - Kita

Kita Shinsuke is calm. So calm. He raises the most well-mannered, peaceful little girl you’ve ever met. They make rice balls together and she says things like, “Thank you for this blessing, Daddy.” She’s five. But Kita is also so soft with her—he braids her hair every morning and carries her favorite plush fox around like it’s a sacred artifact. She brings him tiny flowers from the garden and he presses them in books. Rocks with drawn on faces? It's by his bedside table. When she has nightmares, he walks around the room gently explaining how the shadows are just reflections and tells her, “You are always safe with me.” She believes him. We all believe him.

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❀ - Oikawa

Oikawa Tooru is the girl dad who lives for father-daughter selfies. He has a clear phone case with their selfie behind it. He calls her "his universe" and she calls him "Papa" so soft, in a way that makes you want to cry. They have matching outfits for holidays. Matching pajamas for sleepovers. He dances for school events, those daddy-daughter dances. But he’s also the kind of dad who stays up making flashcards for her spelling tests, leaves love notes in her lunchbox, and tucks her in with forehead kisses every night. She owns his heart completely—and he’s not even trying to hide it.

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[coffeegnomee]

Gnome... Do you have any devotions thoughts in these trying times? I would love to know your opinions about the stream™, especially in regards to Mapicc. Cause his reaction to the bacon hearts thing seems so extreme, it's such a small thing compared to everything else

I keep thinking about your post about how incompatible and in sync they are at the same time, and Zam's stream is such a good example of that

(no pressure to respond ofc, but if you have any thoughts about what's going on I would be glad to hear them)

heheheheheehheeheh

ok idk where I really want to go with this. There are so many thoughts and I just finished the stream.

I feel like I finally understand exactly what happened during the dupe war. Mapicc placing that first crit in Zam's face felt exactly the same as Mapicc coming down with his sword on Spoke over. and over. and over again. Until Spoke ran out of totems. If Zam didn't run, we'd have that clip again.

pound. pound. pound. Until he is dead. No words. Past emotion.

And isn't the reasoning exactly the same?

Loyal, loyal Mapicc. You hate when someone goes behind the team to work with the enemy.

But it's more than just helping the enemy.

MAPICC: "because bro. Why is it a big fucking problem when I put wardens at spawn, you have to *ugh* throw me away, side with derapchu, make a whole new country, but then, when fucking bacon does it, here’s 6 hearts buddy, stay alive”

It's always. Always. Been about Derap. How Zam left him for Derap. No. Replaced him with Derap.

But did you notice? The tiny reordering of events. Mapicc says he put wardens at spawn AND THEN Zam threw him away to side with Derap.

But do you remember? Zam said "I'm teammates with Derap" and Mapicc's heart dropped. He went silent, started mulling, started clicking his ax at the air. Started wanting to kill Bacon. Starting wanting to do something.. crazy.

Only then did he bring wardens to spawn.

Everything has hinged upon that one moment. The panic of loosing Zam. The realization that he was already gone. The belief that it was too late.

And Mawn started days later.

And a few days before (the day mapicc talked to Spoke 1:28:00), Hannah was asking Mapicc why he hated Derap so much, and Mapicc said cause Zam replaced him with Derap. She laughed and said, why aren't you mad at Zam then?

MAPICC: “i went to do one fucking project and bro replaced me with derapchu. And kicked me off his little groupy team thing.” HANNAH: “oh so you’re jealous! Okay” MAPICC: “no he deadass replaced me. It’s not even a jealousy thing. He deadass replaced the team with me with derapchu”  HANNAH: "doesn't that reflect more on zam? Did zam do that?” MAPICC: “I hate both of them. Wait shit youre right. Fuck. You are right”  MAPICC: ”no you're right about that! That makes Zam the dickhead. Why am I mad at derapchu?” MAPICC: ”what the hell”  HANNAH: "I'm mad at derapchu because he would always kill bacon and I'm mad at him cause he has a bunch of wemmbu hearts that he doesn't deserve” MAPICC: "that’s also why I hate him. That’s part of the reason. That’s what it is. It's like zam replaced, me, with a shittier version of me. A 20 heart player that didn't actually get all the kills.”

It's not really about the 6 (5) hearts. The thing about the hearts is that they were the straw that broke the camel's back.

And that's the thing about the straw. You don't realize it's the one until it's too late. And it's just a little straw. Such a tiny thing.

But the hearts symbolized something: Support. The one thing Mapicc has not had from Zam all season. How many confrontations have they had about Zam either stopping Mapicc from killing, or warning his prey he's coming, or Zam not wanting to fight someone.

And that's not even to begin to talk about Zam's point of view. How and why he did everything he did. How every interaction has lead them down the slow march that landed him here.

It's too long to write, and you know the tale. Every little step that has brought Zam to the realization that what is best for the server is content, and if he can keep the content going then he will do whatever is necessary.

To understand that, during Mawn, Zam would have had to be in a completely different frame of mind. It was too soon to teaming with Derap and Flame was too *weird* that day for him to ever be able to be on Mapicc's side.

And Derap provided him with an easy out.

A way away from his feelings. A way away from the confusion of spawn, the pain and emotions, the heartbreak of Mapicc.

And Zam gladly took it. A way to be with his teammate who seemed to care about him so much more than Mapicc suddenly did, and a way to not fight Mapicc. To excuse himself from the content because the one person he cannot fight is Mapicc.

If Mapicc was the one taking up Subz legacy.. all alone. Zam would have thrown himself at Mapicc. Without ever trying to fight him I think.

But as it was Mapicc always needs a duo, someone by his side. And in his anger he picked Flame, picked him knowing that all he wanted to do was torment Zam.

Mapicc was both not alone, and with someone Zam could not ideologically reconcile with.

And Zam was both not alone, and with someone Mapicc could not ideologically reconcile with.

And so Mawn was not the same situation at all with Bacon. Bacon didn't just not own spawn, he was alone.

And he wasn't going directly against Zam, putting wardens at Zaun. He wasn't being oddly obsessed with Zam's reaction and trying to force him to stay and build at Mawn.

And Bacon recently had told Zam, for the first time Zam had ever heard it, that he didn't think they were in the wrong for doing Abyss. That Bacon counts Abyss as one of his biggest successes. For the first time ever Zam had the support of a server member for one of the actions he held as both a massive failure, and bad for the server.

And a couple weeks later he's having a very interesting lore convo with Bacon. He almost sounds like how Zam sounded during the Joker arc, confident, happy, excited, talking like what he was doing was exciting for Zam too, and Zam found himself agreeing.

ZAM:” [mutes] he’s talking like me. It's so fascinating”

And well. Bacon was doing something Subz did. And trying to understand, what was the phrase *rifles papers* "my dead teammate's legacy" oh. ok. so, not "previous teammate". "dead" teammate. Like they were simply just recently alive and still a teammate. Got it.

Subz being the object of fascination of Bacon's is so much of why Zam helped him out. He wanted to know why Subz left too. Did his heart skip a beat wondering if Bacon could solve the riddle to if Subz forgave him for Eclipse? If Bacon found out the reason, could Zam bring Subz back? Maybe just for a convo?

All questions never asked. But then. "Im just saying bacon’s not the only person to carry out my dead teammate’s legacy alright?"

Oh me oh my. How the past haunts PrinceZam forever. How everything is always about ItzSubz_ (and Vitalasy)

Not that he could ever tell Mapicc that. That was the last time Mapicc competed for Zam's affection and he hated Subz for it. With the same passion he hates Derap, except Subz could kill him.

Always jealous after PrinceZam, our Mapicc.

[inhabitant-nefarious]

you think Remake Leon is emotionally unavailable for a relationship? i would love it if you elaborated more on why you think this, maybe i missed something;---;

I'm so sorry, anon, but yes... :( BUT only if you were someone completely uninvolved with the world of Bioterror.

And, of course, re2r Leon and re4r Leon are in entirely different states of life. Re2r Leon (and before) I DON'T see as someone who would push away a genuine relationship with someone he likes. In fact, out of all the Leon iterations, this Leon is the one I think would be the best boyfriend. He's got no trauma (yet) and hes really sweet and gentle, if a little naive... A GOOD man, Savannah...

re4r Leon, on the other hand... well...

I'm basing this on how he treats Ashley in re4r, which could, of course, be argued as professionalism, so take my interpretation with a grain of salt. With her, he's kind and gentle, but he does reject her, even if he's really nice about it. I don't think he's so dumb that he didn't notice her flirting, but I think he kinda... redirects her, not because he doesn't find her attractive, but because he's one, a professional, and two, not in a place where he feels he can start anything.

It's hard to gauge Leon's whole mental state in 2004 from a single day where he's under terrible stress, so I'm extrapolating a bit, but I don't think he would try to pursue someone who was unaware of bioterror and the true horrors of his job. Mostly because he'd be afraid of that person somehow getting caught up in everything.

I think he's someone who does long for a relationship and that connection, but he's also very, very selfless at heart, so he's willing to be lonely rather than subject someone to his trauma, unreliable schedule, and the secrets that come with his job.

Based on how he interacts with Ada, I think it's safe to assume Leon doesn't like keeping secrets from people he's expected to trust, so keeping secrets from his partner would be too much.

I bet most (if not all) of his missions are Top Secret and he's not so dumb that he thinks that a relationship would be perfectly healthy with so many secrets in the mix. Plus, he'd be disappearing at odd hours for days on end, leaving his partner unsure if he's alive or dead, and coming back covered in wounds... Leon isn't subjecting someone he loves to that life!

He's also, like, super traumatized, so that also lends itself to emotional wounds. I think he really fears betrayal because of the number of times hes been betrayed (Ada, Krauser) so he tries not to let himself get too close to someone.

If it was someone who was aware of bioterror, like a fellow agent, or even a work partner, I think Leon would be a little more willing to start something, but he'd still fear that betrayal. I think, more than anything, he wants someone to just stick by him, someone who really GETS it.

All the other RE protagonists (Chris, Jill, Claire) have close relationships with each other, people they can rely on and lean on when things get tough. But Leon doesn't have that, which I think is really sad! I think he'd love someone to talk to who understands, who he trusts, and who can take care of themselves if something terrible happened (like they got targeted for being close to him). But he's not going to willingly pursue that because of everything he's been through...

Hope this answers your question and clears up some of my thoughts to you! Obviously, its just my interpretation and you can headcanon whatever you want!

[breadandblankets]

Elaine and Doug didn't really expect to hear anything back once the billionaire was out of their house. of course, looking back that was a silly thought.

It started with a snack basket and flowers with a hefty investment from Wayne Ent. into getting more funding for the cities social services. Doug got jokingly mad because he wanted flowers. Elaine had laughed at the time, privately planning to get her husband a bouquet.

She gets a text at work the next day from Doug, a picture of a gorgeous bouquet of chrysanthemums.

Wayne didn't exactly leave a phone number but it was sort of impossible to live in Gotham without knowing where Bruce Wayne lives. Elaine writes a letter, by snail mail, inviting Wayne to a Thomas family dinner.

The second time Bruce Wayne is in their living room, he's looking a lot healthier than the last. He's dressed down, Elaine estimates his outfit is only worth one year of her salary not two. In one hand he holds a bottle of wine that probably has lineage papers or whatever rich people do, and in the other some fancy french lemonade.

"Alfred always taught me to never show up empty handed," he says with a disarming smile.

"He taught you well then," Elaine says diplomatically.

Dinner isn't a fancy affair. Duke has set the table with a sort of haphazard arrangement. (Doug had tried to explain where all the things go, Duke had responded "but you can just grab what you need? why do I need to arrange it for you?" and no one really had a good answer for that.) The lasagna Doug spent all day on smelt heavenly where it cooled on the stove.

Conversation flowed well, Bruce was as charming and funny as he was the last time. He and Doug had become their impromptu dinner time entertainment as they "yes, and-"-ed their way through a whole slew of ridiculous stories.

Duke had waited until Bruce had taken a drink to say: "You know my parents are married right?"

Surprisingly the man hadn't spewed expensive wine all over the table, although it did look like it went up his noes.

"Duke," Doug said with a face palm.

"Just wanted to make sure he knew," Duke said.

"I'm aware," Bruce croaks when he recovers. "Friendship only, I promise."

"Good," Duke sniffs primly, then smiles in smug amusement.

Wayne for his part seems to be a good sport about it, he even offers to host next time.

"Not at the Manor, I wouldn't subject you to that, I have a small place in the city."

(Spoiler alert: the place is not small.)

Bruce doesn't cook, in his words he "burns water", but he does get thai from a local hole in the wall. Elaine has to ask if he knew that was her favorite, and Bruce shyly tells her he asked Doug for suggestions.

At some point the back and forth extends beyond dinner parties, Knights games, spa days, park outings (some that even had normal plants!).

Bruce Wayne had never been a stranger in the lives of the Thomases.

So when the Joker took, he took everything.

[dragonmasterhiccup]

"While it was harrowing to see the truth of what state she's in...I think it ultimately was a good thing. We were talking, and she hadn't realized how much her past was still affecting her. She said she might be able to create some magical antidotes, now that she knows."

"I intend to help however I can. We may need to enlist the help of other clans to gather ingredients, but that shouldn't be an issue. Now, we can work towards helping her heal further."

"Hey, she probably does," Astrid told Rose, "Who doesn't like a good nap in the sun?"

At Kiara's question, Hiccup took stock of himself. "I think I'm okay. Just a bit tired, I think...the púca took care of any aches I had from the fall, and the dizziness from switching back."

He won't mention how he was a bit sad that he wouldn't have his wings anymore. It wasn't the time, and it was nothing in comparison to how glad he was that Lyra was getting stronger.

"Thank you, though," he said to his sister with a grateful smile.

The chief listened as they spoke of what to do with Berk's newest resident, smiling at Lyra's soft offer. Of course she'd show him kindness, after everything.

"Isn't that what we do? Offer those that are looking a place to stay?" He looked around at his family. "The púca may stay, as long as his tricks are harmless." He turned to the púca, "If you could kindly refrain from busting anything else, like those fish barrels, I can offer you a warm place to rest at night, and food to keep you satisfied. We work together here, to help those around us."

Giving Lyra's hand a gentle squeeze, he told her, "You just keep healing up. We'll get started on those antidotes as soon as you're ready, alright?"

Hiccup chuckled as well, "No, you're fine to go, Ash. Make sure she's comfortable."

He wrapped an arm around his wife, kissing her on the cheek. It was wonderful to be able to say her name without worrying about owning her name. After being with her for a few moments, he politely excused himself, heading to the kitchen.

"Need a hand?"

@dragonmasterhiccup

Púca mischief and magic switch (closed starter)

The house was coming along great. Ash balanced on the roof as he laid the boards. His brothers were around him helping with the building’s exterior. Ash had chosen a piece of land more towards the outside of the Viking village but an easy walk to the chief’s hut. And a much easy walk for the people to get to Lyra than Gothi’s hut. Ash’s chest warmed at the thought. Lyra would be the main village healer one day. A high honor.

“Hey! Stop day dreaming lover boy.” His eldest brother, Talon, nudged him. With an eye roll he got back to work. His other two brothers, Finn and Rhys, had returned through his circle carrying carpets and more wood for the roof. Soon they’d be able to work on the inside.

“Hey! Dad needs all of us back for a meeting! That means you too, Ashy! We’ll come back after.” That… was annoying. But fae councils were serious if all the court was needed. The two hopped off the roof with help from their magic.

Little did they know that a púca had snuck its way through the open circle. Taking the form of a wolf at first it snuck into the forest. Watching the faes work. The creature waited for the perfect time to cause trouble. As the brothers left through the circle they closed it. The púca changed shape again. A black cat with gold eyes stalked into the village. The feline making its way towards the next grouping of magic.

Lyra and Hiccup came into view. Looks like the two had been heading towards the new home. The púca could feel the power surrounding her. With a purr the cat rubbed up against her leg, causing her to stop.

“Aw, look at you! You’re so pretty.” Lyra picked the cat up and cradled it in her arms.

“Do you know who he belongs to, Hiccup? I don’t think I’ve seen this one around before.” She turned so her brother could pet the cat too. But as soon as Hiccup’s hand made contact with the sleek fur both he and Lyra were struck with pain like being struck by lightning. Lyra fell to her knees as the waves of electric shock went through her limbs. The cat jumping away and shifting into a more goblin like form. It cackled at the two in pain before running off.

As the agony faded away, Lyra found herself shaking. Her body felt heavy and tired and… sore? She blinked in confusion. The earth was oddly silent too. She… she couldn’t sense the magic around her anymore! Wait.. Hiccup! Hiccup was hurt too!

“Hiccup? Are you okay?” She’d worry about herself after. That… thing had zapped her brother.

[16wolke11]

Sweet Goodbye - Carlos Sainz

A/N Wanted to write something about that song for ages

WORDS:1857

INSPIRATION: Sweet Goodbye - Left Boy

WARNINGS: Manipulative behavior, NSFW (public sex, unprotected sex, fingering)

When relationships come to an end, it is dreadful if only one person realises it. However, if both parties know there isn't any reason to continue, it should be an easy line to cut, shouldn’t it? It isn’t. Both Carlos and I know we can’t carry on like this; this relationship is barely a relationship anymore, yet we both don’t take the step to end everything. His race to the top is tearing us apart, and I can’t bring up enough strength to stay with him any longer. 

So, we chose a day to go out for a walk, parking his car by one of the dirt roads. We wantended to talk, end everything with a conversation we should have had weeks ago, but in the end, we found ourselves tangled on top of his car. 

Carlos has bent me over the hood, the engine still keeping us warm while the harsh wind brushes around us. He has shoved my jeans down, pulled my panties to the side, before he buried himself inside of me. Making me moan softly, completely forgetting that we are in nature, on display for anyone who might come by. 

“God, you feel so fucking good.” Carlos groans, fingers digging deeper into the skin over my hips, pulling me back with every deep thrust. My fingers search for something to hold onto on the top of his car, but they slip over the hood without finding anything to grab. He shoves my feet wider apart, opening me up more and a strangled moan leaves my lips. This is so wrong, but so good at the same time, that I can’t bring myself to stop him. 

I manage to lean myself on my elbows, making me able to move my hips in sync to his thrusts, hips scraping against the car every time he buries himself deep inside of me. The orgasm comes in waves, making me clench around Carlos, tightening around his length while he just fucks me through. His own hips stuttering, before he comes buried inside of me. I let my upper body rest on the hood of the car, by now gone cold, while Carlos doesn’t pull away. 

We sat in his car around half an hour later, not going on that walk we wanted to go on, but finally talking about our relationship, the future we no longer have. 

“I have fallen out of love.” I mutter, eyes locked at something in the distance, knowing I will give him everything he wants if he looks at me with his damn pleading eyes. 

“This wasn’t enough anymore.” I gesture from him to me, trying to indicate that he isn´t at fault, not fully, even though what he could give me wasn’t enough to keep me in love. The feelings faded and so will the pain of not having the comforting certainty of coming home to someone dear. 

“I know.” Carlos says with a sigh, and this is the end of us, at least that is what I thought. 

The news of our parting quickly spread, leading to countless pictures and rumours of him dating and hooking up with different girls. Carlos then managed to invite me over to his house, and I didn’t want to be rude, so I accepted his invitation. It started nicely, him giving me the last things I left at his place and a promised dinner. But it continued with more and more inappropriate touches, and I tried to stay strong, but I wasn’t. 

I couldn’t resist him, now being naked in his bed again, his cum dripping down my thighs. Carlos reminded me of all the ways he used to make love to me, but it doesn’t feel like love anymore, just like lust and cravings. It happens again that day, until I gather enough strength to speak up again.

“You just can’t put me through this anymore.” I tell him, searching for the fault in him and not only on my side. Knowing I should be stronger, but at the same time hating that Carlos is using all of his charm to get me back where he wants me. Bend over, riding him or on my knees sucking him off.

“I know I got a problem.” Carlos sighs, stretching his arms out, before tilting his head to me. “Just can’t live without those girls.” He shrugs, like it isn´t his fault that everyone who looks at him wants him for his fame and he uses them for sex, but it is. And it is my fault that I give in again and again. 

I manage to put some distance between us, keeping myself hidden when he is around and only coming out when it is safe, during the race weekends. Until there is one of those sponsored events, I know we both will attend. I got the dress weeks ago, long slit on one leg, open back and hugging my curves perfectly. Carlos drooled over the dress when I got it and now, I almost refuse to wear it. But I don´t have anything else fitting, plus it was a gift from a sponsor. 

For the first hours, I avoided Carlos, seeing him speak with some people from time to time. Keeping myself busy by dancing with various people, exchanging a few words with their wives and trying to keep my connections warm, even though Carlos isn´t by my side anymore. When I go to the bathroom, fingers curl around my wrist, pulling me into one of the side hallways. 

I don´t scream, feeling the tingling sensation when he touches me and I am not surprised when I look up and spot Carlos. His eyes are fixated on me, and suddenly I am caged between his arms, the wall pressing against my back, his chest barely away from mine. 

“When I am around you, I can’t relax.” Carlos mutters in my ear, breath brushing over the skin, his lips lingering over my neck and I lean to the side out of reflex. 

“It’s not easy to keep my mind on track, especially not with you in that dress.” He continues, fingers brushing over my naked back and my body curls into his like it did so many times before. 

“But when I am near you.” Carlos’s voice is hoarse and I almost don´t realise his hand wandering to the slit of my dress. “I just want to run my fingers up your legs.” His fingers trail up my inner thigh and I need to bite down the whimper which is about to slip over my lips. 

“When I see you all, I can think about is sex.” Carlos kisses me the second he shoves his fingers under my panties to muffle the strangled moan. 

I want to push him away, but can’t, sinking into his touch like I am starving for the pleasure he gives me. It’s nothing sensual, it is quick, it is dirty, it is messy. I push my hips against every thrust of his fingers, letting him shove them in deeper and harder with every thrust, while his mouth keeps my sounds muffled. Carlos’s length is pressing against my thigh, but he isn't attempting to undress himself, just keeps fingering me. My fingers curl into his upper arms, leaving crescent marks behind under his dress shirt. 

The orgasm hits quickly, legs shaking slightly due to the lust, but I manage to keep myself on my feet. And as quickly as Carlos appeared, he disappears again, leaving me behind with soaked panties and smudged lipstick. 

The weeks go by, and I think I finally managed to draw the line between the time with and the time without Carlos, but then he appears at the front door of my apartment. I want to close the door in his face, shove him out, but I can’t, letting him in like we aren’t broken up, toxic for each other, but I can’t stop myself. 

Carlos doesn’t hesitate. He takes my hands in his, looks at me with those pleading eyes, before speaking up. “Stay with me.” My heart races, my body wants to say yes, my mind and my heart scream no and I know they are right. 

“No.” I manage to say, before adding. “I don´t love you like I used to.” I still might love him for the sex, but this should be the reason to stay with someone. It is time to finally end this and cut Carlos out of my life for real this time. No hook-ups, no kisses, just nothing with him anymore. Carlos' eyes flicker over my face, before he leans in, mouth just beside my ear and I straighten my back to keep up my strength.

“Oh, baby just give me a sweet goodbye.” He mutters in my ear, head pulling back to look into my eyes and I can feel my resistance melt under his look. Maybe one last time wouldn’t hurt? My eyes flicker from his eyes to his lips and back up to his eyes. Carlos smirks, knowing he is going to get what he wants and then his lips crash down on mine. 

We stumbled to my bedroom, littering the floor with clothes on our way. I still know we should do this, but the lust has taken over, the craving to feel Carlos' body close to mine for one last time. A real last time this time. Not coming back for another round, but the real cut. Savouring every second of it, until it is the end. 

His hands on my body feel like they are burning traces into my skin, showing every place he touched me, no matter how gently he brushed his fingers over or how tightly he holds me. Our bodies are in sync with each other, knowing exactly what to do, without having to think too much about it. 

I am straddling Carlos’s waist, him looking up at me with those dark, lustful eyes. Just desire in them, no other feeling, nothing of the love lust, just the craving of having sex. I don´t hesitate before I sink down on him, taking all of him with one smooth movement of my hips. It does sting slightly, the stretch around his length without preparation, but I don´t want to wait, I want to feel him and take everything he gives me. 

Ride him to fulfil my own lust while giving him the goodbye he asked for. Fingers digging into his chest, hearing his groans and purposely clenching down on him, drawing those soft moans over his lips. It’s a love-hate situation, but I keep going. Rolling my hips into his, letting his tip hit all the good spots, letting the pleasure build up. 

Carlos sits up, letting me slide into his lap, his chest heaving against mine while he is fully buried inside of me. I stay for a minute, don´t move, just look at him, seeing that adoration he once had for me one last time, before I push him on his back again. Picking up the pace this time to end this sweet goodbye in one last high.