#this took a sec for me to be satisfied with it

[clumsyclifford]

what is your favourite trope to write? or like.. theme yknow like angst fluff etc hahah

let's ask the statistics!

this is a pretty good representation of a lot of my favorite things to write for sure. huge fan of everything listed here.

HOWEVER

i do enjoy writing some good angst. my writing tastes have changed a bit over the past couple years, and i think now i'm a lot more focused on things that i believe are realistic, rather than idealistic, so in general but particularly with angst it's a lot more grounded and in some cases grittier than the kind of angst i was writing before, which was a lot of Big Poetry and Drama? at least to me?? i don't know. and as an unrelated addition, ive found lately that i really enjoy writing characters interacting with kids. i just think it's really funny.

and of course how can i exclude the most important of my favorite tropes: kitchens are for lovers. if there's a kitchen, i'm there.

[grugruel]

His Little Killer

Pairings: Cooper howard x f!reader

NSFW/MDNI

Masterlist

Summary: in reluctant companionship with a ghoul, which turns out to be exactly as dreadful as you'd thought. You find yourself in a shoot-out where–post battle–one of your usual fights end way more pleasurable than usual.

Word count: 2.9k

Warnings: (violence, blood, death, in typical fallout manners), enemies to lovers, choking, pinv sex, rough sex, fingering, creampie, pet names (darlin', honey, killer, sweetheart), praise, a pinch of degradation.

AN: not yet proofread! Hope yall enjoy! (Yes, I'm unwell.'

Wood shattering, explosions booming–and charging footsteps heading straight for me. 'At my right!' I shout, gesturing in the direction of the steps. My voice barely registering above the racket of the fight.

Nonetheless, he heard me, I knew he did. Because bullets suddenly whizz past my makeshift cover in every direction except to my right.

The ammunition creating sick squelching noises as they collide with their targets, bloodsplatter spraying the walls a horrifying deep red. Meanwhile, in my corner. The heavy footsteps were left wide open to plough through the old wooden barrels I was hiding behind, 'Holy shii-' I squeak as im tackled to the floor with enough force to knock the breath out of my lungs. I try to cough, try to make my lungs open up as the man grabs hold of me. I hit my chest hard, desperately hoping it would do something–

He grabs my boots, pulling me toward him and finally- I get a breath of air. 'Stupid, fucking asshole.' I mutter through clenched teeth as I lunge and wrestle my attacker, our quarreling bodies kicking up a cloud of dust to swirl around us.

The man was big and foul-smelling, maybe it would've been better refered to as an it, considering the animalistic growls, snapping teeth, and fraying lips that bit and lunged at my face. He attempted to pin my arms to the ground while aiming its teeth at my jugular, but I was quicker. My knee smashing into his balls before he had a single thought of defending himself. He cried out in pain and I took my chance to roll him over, pinning him down with my weight instead, and I began throwing a wave of punches to his face, over and over again. 'I said MY right!' I shouted over my shoulder, weeks of fury and frustration bubbling up inside me as it fueled me into beating the ugly mut unrecognizable–when a second force slammed into my back, knocking me onto the ground once again. Another man, now climbing on top of me, his dirty fingers slithering around my throat and-

Another splatter, this time it's his blood–the second man's, and its sprayed all over me.

'Finally. . .' I exhale heavily, thudding back against the floor, splaying out with relief.

'Were really polishin' up on our teamwork.' A gruff voice announced, words coming out slow and steady with that self-satisfied tone which never failed to get on my nerves.

I heaved myself up on my forearms, angling my body so what remained of the man slumped off of me, and the source of the voice appeared like a specter from the dead man's shadow. 'You're a real pretty sight when ridin' a man like that.' He said, nodding to the guy with a bashed face.

I rolled my eyes, unbelievable. 'You mean while beating the shit out of him?' I ask, my voice pitching higher as I couldnt quite fathom the nerve of that man, despite forcing myself to get used to it over the past few weeks.

He hummed. 'Mhm, really got me goin' for a sec.'

My face scrunched up in disgust. 'Fucking cowboys.' I spat, renouncing the idea loudly. But, quietly, inside my mind, the thought had my core purring unwillingly.

'I shot right, just like you asked.' He shrugged, stalking closer, the drawl in his voice washing through the barren and now battered bar.

'The hell you did!' I hissed. He stopped at my feet, looming over me with his tall frame, frayed coat swaying around his chins, and that stupid cowboy hat covering half his face just like always. We'd been forced travelling companions for a while now, and I could say a lot of nasty things about him, but it was hard to deny- he was a real fucking apocalypse cowboy. Pretty cool if you cut his personality out of the picture.

'I said my right, what the fuck else do you think I ment with "my"?' I kick the lifeless body with my boot, emphasising my point.

'Well. . .' He shrugged, a smirk playing on his lips. '. . .my, right.' He smirked.

I shook my head, shooting him daggers. 'Not even you are moronic enough to get that wrong, ghoul.'

'Well, you're right.' He admitted, shocking me for a second. But then, the problem I've always had with him, inescapable and always the same–he never shut his damn mouth. 'You need to work om your phrasin', honey.'

I shut my eyes, screwing them together so tight I began wishing I could disintegrate from annoyance and seep through the cracks between the weathered floorboards like a corn of sand. But no, I was stuck with him, and had to lay there listening to his idiocy. 'How–?' I sighed a heavy, exasperated sigh. '–is it possible for a man to be so full of himself, yet- never talk about himself?'

'Tricks of the trade, sweetheart.' He winked, clicking his tongue while those forsaken eyes roamed my body like a predator sizing up it's prey, and extended a hand toward me as if it were no big deal.

Exhausted as I was, accepting his help seemed sorely tempting to my tired body. After a moments hesitation, I decided–once, wouldn't harm my morals. So, I grabbed his hand with reluctance and let him pull me to my feet. 'I could've died, I hope you realise.'

'Yes. . . But you didn't.' His lips pulling into a grin. 'I wouldn't let that happen'.'

'You're a real bastard, y'know that?' the words left my lips with an unintentional drawl, damn that man.

The ghoul cocked an inexistent eyebrow. 'If I didnt know any better, I'd say im rubbin' of on you, honey.'

Another scoff from me. 'The only thing you're rubbing–is me the wrong way.' I spat, this time making a point of speaking as plainly as possible.

His eyes lit up suspiciously, filling with mischief as his widening smile creased them. 'Well, tell me how you like it then and I'll do it the right way.' He smirked, his voice gravely as it scraped along my spine with a shiver. He always did this, He'd call me nicknames, flirt with me. All cause he knew I hated it. But now he's just bordering on harassment. It did however, not, stop the heat from rising to my cheeks, or for a blush to seep through my skin. He'd staggered me, I truly didn't know how to react. What happened next was purely instinctively driven–

The palm of my hand made contact with his cheek, a crisp slap sounding out through the room. I even confused myself for a moment, almost as I was the one who'd been hit. But I would've been furious, how he reacted, well. . .

'There you are. . .' He purred, his tone lethal. '. . .my little killer.' A grin spreading across his face as he took a step closer.

He was pure poison, somehow both hot and cold as he ran through my veins. 'I ain't yours.' He wss the only person- ghoul, who could get on every nerve I possessed, lighting it ablaze with frustration.

'No. . .? You ain't?' He chuckled, 'You're sure startin' to sound like it, sweetheart. I see the way you look at me, the way you blush when I call you pretty little names.' He nodded toward my eyes, his hat tipping with the movement as he took another step, gaining on the precious distance between us. I feared he was right, too, my cheeks burned in a way I'd never noticed before. Had I always reacted like this? Before I knew it–I'd flung my palm for his face a once again-

Only this time, he caught my wrist. 'Tsk tsk tsk, you can do better than that, killer.' He let go off me, forcefully shoving my arm back to my side with a scoff.

But now, I'm the one stepping closer, pushing him away by the chest simultaneously. 'I hate you.' I spit, taking another step and push again, but this time he doesn't budge, and I was left standing mere inches away from him, my hands pressed firmly against his chest as my own heaved with frustrated breaths, strands of hair hanging over my face from the ordeal.

'Good. . .' He whispered, brushing wild strands of hair from my face. '. . .Now, show me how much you hate me.'

I could've slapped him again, pushed him again, done anything else than what I actually did. But my body acted on instinct, again-

I crashed into him, my hands grabbing his face as our lips met in a battle for control. He released a breathy moan, his trigger ready hands finding my waist impossibly quick to pull me flush against him, our bodies clashing together in a thud. He hummed. 'That's right, killer. Show me.' He whispered in the air-swallowing gasps between our kisses.

I put pressure behind my hands, walking him backward while my fingers found the buttons of his vest. Undoing them along with the shirt, then slid his coat and vest down his shoulders in one go, right before his back collided with the bar top. My hands found themselves making their beneath his shirt, feeling the dents of his scarred chest as I sucked his lip between my teeth, and bit down. A sharp hiss escaped him, quickly being replaced by a wide grin. 'Naughty girl.' He breathed.

Smiling, I pushed myself off of him. 'You bring it out of me.' I panted, pulling my shirt over my head and unhooking my bra, letting it fall to the floor.

He leaned back against the bar, bracing himself on his elbows as his eyes roamed over my bare chest and flushed face. 'Those are the prettiest fuckin' tit's I've ever seen. . .' He spoke in a low voice, too filled with lust to allow him anything else. 'Now, would you mind.' His hand gestured below my waist, his index finger sliding through the air as he traced the buttons of my pants from a distance.

And an idea struck me, suddenly feeling like I wanted to indulge myself in a little torture. Turning around, I did as he told me and began unbuttoning them, slowly. Terribly, terribly slowly. Sliding them over my hips and down my thighs, bucking my knees and bending over slightly as I pulled my panties down along with them. Just as I stepped out if them and looked over my shoulder to give him a coy little look, perhaps revel in the feeling of his pained expression–I was in for a surprise.

Turning my head over my shoulder, I came fave to face with him, but he wasn't just standing there- no. He collided with my back, his arms already wrapped around ny front to catch me. His shirt bow nowhere to be seen. 'Enough.' He growled, one strong arm wrapping around my breasts as the other wrapped around my waist. He raised me off the floor, held tightly against his chest. I squeeked, giggling as I pulled my legs up. Completley overcome with the anticipation of what was about to befall me–then I all of a sudden found myself pushed over the bar top, chest against the smooth luke warm surface. The quality off it telling me it hadn't been bought when fitted into this weathered building.

Then, the clanging of metal, leather groaning, friction, and his belt hit the floor. Gruff hands ran over the swell of my ass and down the arch of my back, taking his time to feel all of me. 'Been thinkin' 'bout this, how you'd feel falling apart beneath me, on top of me–' he leaned over me, hand wrapping around my neck as he pulled me flush against him only to whisper in my ear. '–around me. . .' He breathed, dragging the words out. '. . . All wet 'n messy with my cum fillin' you up.'

A moan left my lips. 'Show me.' Was all I could get out, a silent pleading to make all those thoughts a reality–and so he did.

Before I knew it, a hand had disappeared to line himself up with my entrance, pushing inside me without as much as a warning.

'Fuck!' I cried out, my voice breaking as my breath left me. It felt never ending, he was huge. But oh, he felt so good.

He groaned, finally stopping as he'd sunken all the way into my core. 'So wet for me already.' His hand slid over my back and shoulder, molding itself to my throat as the other grabbed my hip. Already flush with my back, he inclined his head, leaving trail of kisses along my spine and neck.

'Fuck me, please Coop-' it was the first time I'd called him by his name, and I realised it the second it left my lips.

His lips curled against my skin, a smile-

He thrusted into me, again and again. My back arching into an angled I had no idea it was capable of, helping him hit my core at every rut of his hips–not that he needed it. The 200+ years of experience really showed, and they were definitely felt.

The bar was dead silent, no noise except for our joint breaths of pleasure and the sound of slapping skin. It was lewd and brutal, and It made me absolutely delerious. His low, pained grunting in my ear did nothing to ease the matter. He'd created an aching so strong within me I wasn't sure It'd ever be able to be tamed.

'Harder, harder, please.' I stuttered, the words barely coming out between my heavy pants. Fuck, he made me feral. Without even trying, that's just what he was capable of. It annoyed me, he managed to annoy me while fucking me senseless. Oh, how I wish I could hate him, but there was no going back now.

Coop left little love bites all along my shoulder, and up the side of my throat, nipping and kissing in equal meassure as his breathing warmed my skin deliciously. Doing it all with such precision I couldnt understand, his thrust were rocking my emtire body, his chest rubbing againdt my back, yet he could be so delicate. I side ive never seen before. 'Little killer ain't so tough no more, is she?' He whispered, placing a kiss behind my ear before biting the lobe, tugging in it gently.

'. . . Mmh- 'm not, I'm not.' I got out. I was whatever he said I was while he delivered this type of pleasure on a silver platter. I didn't care, my morals had been thrown out the window the second his lips touched mine.

'Well, look at that. Admittin' defeat already?' I could feel his stupid grin again, his pace slowing- still ruthless, but it did enough for that feeling of building pressure to wain inside me.

I shook my head, shutting my eyes hard as I tried to focus on his member moving inside me, desperate not to lose that red string that'd lead me to climax.

'Words, sweetheart. Use em'. .'

'Dont fucking care.' I cried. 'J- just- Fuck. Me. Harder.' I ground out, my teeth clenching real hard from a mix of desperation and frustration for the pressure to start rebuilding.

'That'll do.' He groaned, squeezing my throat. All the while his other hand slid down to my cunt, starting condensed circling around my clit. And just like that, he'd made me into a whimpering mess for him to steady, falling apart beneath him just like he'd thought. Then he simply took up right where he left off, without missing a beat he thrusted so ferociously I was sure I'd be bruising on every single part of my body from the vibrations that rumbled through my muscles alone.

The darkness of my lips were specking with white, a wall of pressure building brick by brick in my abdomen. 'Close, so fucking close.' I whimpered.

'Good- Good job sweetheart. Doin' so good for me.' He burried his face in my hair, nuzzling his nose into its scent, inhaling it as he too approached climax. And there it was, that sudden softness. It was almost unsteadying my senses more than his touch, more than his thrusts, but only almost. 'You sound so sweet for me, honey. Let me hear ya'. . .' He moaned, exhaling warmth against the nape of my neck.

I obliged, of course I did. 'Feels so good, Coop- so close. . .' I panted, tears burning my eyes as they began rolling down my cheeks.

He slid his hand upward, keeping it between me jaw and throat, still choking me as he angled my face over my shoulder, enabling him to kiss me properly. And I've never been more thankful because I was about to cry myself dry as the wall broke. Pleasure flooding through my body in tidal waves, my knees bucking beneath me. 'Good girl.' He praised, voice muffled against my lips. Fingers stopping to instead cup my aching cunt. 'My good fuckin' girl, my little killer.' He moaned softly, my lips vibrating from the roughness in his voice as he caught me, delivering a final few ruts of his hips before he too came. Doing just as he promised, filling me up with his cum.

He loosed his grip around my throat and slit, letting me depend on the counter for support while he held me. 'Still hate me?'

'Yes.' I didn't, but it'd be a long time before I admitted that to him.

'Good.' And then there was silence, our lungs catching up with our breaths. 'Still wanna see those pretty hips ride me.' He murmured as he hugged me from behind, his hand sliding lower, pinching my hipbone.

'Ow! Asshole.' I yelped, and he kissed my shoulder to make up for it. But the thought was alluring nonetheless. I wriggled in his embrace, looking around at the destruction we'd caused, at the- dead bodies. And a pang of guilt hit me. 'Fine, but not here.' I agreed, actually wanting nothing more than to get out of there and sit in his lap, maybe ride his thighs too.

We redress, and share a kiss before leaving. 'Can't wait to taste that cunt of yours, killer.' He murmured suddenly. Leaving me staggered once again.

Ugh, I'm done for.

[woso-dreamzzz]

Bike II

Chelsea Women x Child!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: You're good at bike riding

"I'm so tired," Erin complains, fanning herself," God, it's hot today."

"I need a nap," Millie agrees.

"A nap and to do nothing for the rest of the day," Niamh says as she passes by, stripping off her sweaty training shirt," I'm just going to go home and melt."

"Home and an ice cream," Zećira continues, nodding and completely satisfied with her plan," I can't wait to get home."

"You'll all have to wait," Magda says decisively from the day. She'd come in earlier than everyone else, taking you into the building for a toilet and hydration break.

Most of the team had actually been quite worried about you.

This heat is sweltering and you're still tiny and excitable with energy that makes you run all over the field. It's like an accident waiting to happen.

Pernille had you stop and take long drinks from your water bottle all through practice until it ran out and she sent you off with Magda to fill it up.

You and Magda never came back though so everyone just presumed you'd already been bundled up in the car where there's air conditioning to use while you wait for Pernille to finish up and change.

"There's a surprise out the front."

"Is it an ice cream van?" Guro asks," Because that's the only thing that will make me happy right now."

"It's not an ice cream van."

"Then I'm out."

"No you're not," Magda says sternly," You're all going out the front with a smile and you're going to celebrate and clap and give compliments. Got it?"

"It's hot," Sam complains," Can't we rearrange this surprise?"

"No, Sam. We're doing it now."

"Give them a second to change, Magda," Pernille says," We're all hot. We're all irritable. Give them a sec."

Magda huffs. "Fine. I'll be out the front." She points a finger at everyone in turn. "I expect you all out there in ten minutes."

Pernille manages to shepherd everyone out in five.

"Right," Millie says, adjusting her cap so it properly shades her from the beating sun," What's-Oh."

"Look!" You say," I'm riding my bike!"

You peddle quickly around the car park, little legs pumping as you turn your handlebars so you're going around in circles.

You're doing impressively well on your bike, a very slow for an adult but fast for a little kid. It's even more impressive when the team note that you've not got any stabilisers.

A little basket that wasn't originally there when Sam bought it sits on the front and in it sits your swan and moose toy as well as a little bouquet of flowers that Pernille bought you at the market this morning.

Most of the team is speechless until Jessie starts clapping.

"Well done!" She calls out," You're doing so well!"

You beam at the praise, puffing out your chest in pride and pump your legs even faster.

Magda also puffs out her chest and Pernille has to smother her laughter.

"I taught her to ride," Magda brags," We took her stabilisers off last week. Isn't she so good?"

"The best!" Jessie agrees warmly, still clapping.

"Best ever!" Sam yells out," Look at you go!"

The team seem to have forgotten their exhaustion as you skid to a stop nearly half an hour later, everyone crowding around you as you pant from your cycling.

"Look at this!" Zećira exclaims," It's such a cool colour!"

"It's red," You tell her," Like Arsenal and Sweden's goalkeeper shirt! I love red!"

"It is!" Zećira says, nodding along," And you've got a little basket!"

"For my toys," You tell her," And my water bottle. And I've got a bell!"

You demonstrate by flicking it, letting the noise rings out through the car park.

"That's so cool!"

You grin at Zećira before looking at Jessie, suddenly shy.

"Did I do good, Jessie?"

She grins at you, ruffling your hair. "So good. I'm very impressed. I didn't know you could ride a bike!"

"Morsa taught me," You explain," And Momma did too. At the park. They say if I keep practicing and getting better and better we can all do a ride together! Do you want to go on a bike ride with me, Jessie?"

Jessie grins. "I'd love to."

[thealtoduck]

Being the son of Roulette and meeting Damian Wayne…

Damian Wayne x Male Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: You’re mom is the villainess known as Roulette and she sends you to attend Gotham City High School, where you just so happen to meet the so-called ”Demon’s son”…

(A/n: I know i was supposed to work on other fics but i got distracted…)

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So how does one go all the way from Las Vegas to Gotham of all places. Well you see having a mom who runs several underground casinos with secret superhero cage fights. Can be a kinda dangerous environment for a person.

So in order to keep you safe she sent you to Gotham to attend school there. She got you a penthouse and signed you up for Gotham City High School.

Once you started attending the school, word got around that you were from an incredibly rich family, with no specifics on where the money actually came from. And since it was Gotham people knew better than to ask.

You befriended several other rich kids enrolled in Gotham City High School… or befriended was a strong word, took advantage off would fit better.

You didn’t make a real friend until Damian…

The two of you wouldn’t meet until you were paired up for an assigntment. As the teacher called out ”Damian Wayne” and ”Y/n Sinclair” as the final paring. You invited him over to your place to work the next day, he accepted and the two of went your seperate ways.

Damian had heard about you around the school, a future heir of an unknown fourtune sounded sketchy to him, so he decided to some digging that night.

Suprisingly he didn’t have to look very hard. After searching for a bit he found a file on the bat-computer for ”Veronica Sinclair” aka ”Roulette”, a woman who owned several illegal casinos all over the U.S, some which even included ”Superhero cage fights” where she kidnapped superheroes and then forced them to fight each other.

Damian grew suspicious of you, Why were you here? Was this a plot of somekind? Were you an agent for your mother? His suspicions followed him to bed and in to the next day.

Damian made sure to pack an extra set of knives along with his textbooks, just in case.

Alfred then drove him to the adress you’d given him. He stopped outside an expensive looking apartment building. Damian said a quick ”Goodbye” to Alfred and went in to the lobby. Nothing too out of the ordinary.

A man in black suit approached him and stated ”Damian Wayne, follow me. Mr Sinclair is waiting for you”. The man guided Damian in to the elevator and pressed the button for the top floor. He was then led in to the hallway where a door waited.

Damian prepared himself for what waited behind, Assasins? Armed guards? Your evil mother? The possibilities were endless.

The man in the black suit unlocked the door and as he entered the inside was beyond anything Damian could’ve imagined…

It was just you… Just you…

You sitting at the dinner table with your study books and notes…

You sitting there looking cute in a Spyro the Dragon t-shirt and loosefitting sweatpants…

Damian didn’t know what he had been expecting but it wasn’t this.

You got up from your seat and went over to him. ”Hey Damian, what’s up?” you greeted cooly. Damian looked around in silence for a second and then answered dryly ”Uhm, I’m alright”. ”Cool, you wanna get to work now or…?”.

”Yeah, let’s get to work” he said awkwardly. The two of you went to the dinner table and Damian started bringing out his notebooks. ”I was just gonna make some coffee, you want some?” you offered.

”So this was his plan” Damian thought to himself. Lure him in to a false sense of security, drug his coffee and then throw him in to one of the illegal cage fights. No way he was falling for it.

”No thanks, i’m fine” Damian answered. ”Checkmate, Sinclair, I know what you’re up to” Damian thought satisfied with his detective skills. ”Okay, I’ll be back in a sec” you said walking towards the kitchen.

Damian took a look around the room, nothing seemed out of place. No loose weapons, secret plans or traces of blood. But then he found something, a giant portrait of your mother, Roulette. The painting was probably hiding some kind of secret vault or hidden elevator to a secret lair.

You came back holding a cup of coffee and a small tray of cookies putting them down on the table. You looked over at Damian seeing him observe the painting of your mother closely. ”Oh yeah, that’s my mom she comissioned a portrait of herself so i wouldn’t ”be lonely” here” you stated coming over to stand next to him.

Damian decided to test the waters of what information he could gather. ”Where is she then if you need a portrait for company?” he asked. ”Probably running one of her cansinos” you said, you weren’t fully aware of what she was doing at the moment and you had other things to worry about at the moment like chemistry and math tests.

The two of you eventually sat down and began your studies. Damian took occasional glances at you while you scribbled something down in your notes. There you sat looking all cute and evil, but Damian wasn’t fooled by your charms and he wasn’t gonna fall for them.

You were probably ready to strike at any moment when he wasn’t 100% alert. He knew your type, all pretty and sexy but as soon as he turns around he gets a knife in the back.

Damian played along as if he weren’t on to you, talking pleasantly while you worked on your assigntment together, the leauge of assassins had prepared him well for sirens like you.

Once you finished your work for the day you offered Damian to stay for dinner but he politely declined, he needed to bring his newfound information home before you tried to kill him. He texted Grayson to pick him up.

You followed Damian to the door. ”This was a lot of fun Damian, i hope we can hang out more sometime” you said happily. Damian looked for the right words ”Yeah, me too” he said.

Once he got in to Dick’s car Damian started explaining everything he had found out to his older brother, who listened sceptically. ”I don’t know Damian are you sure he is ”evil” he sounds polite enough for someone raised by Roulette” Dick stated.

”That’s what he wants me to think, Grayson, he’s like a pretty venus flytrap trying to lure you in” Damian said. ”Oh yeah and why do you keep emphasizing that he’s pretty?” Dick asked.

”I DO NOT!” Damian yelled indignantly. ”You’ve called him pretty 7 times during this ride?” Dick noted. Damian ignored him. Thought for a while and then stated ”Grayson, i have a new theory”. ”That you have a crush on him” Dick asked with a smirk.

”Of course not, no! I don’t think he knows about me as Robin yet, which means if i hang around him, i can use him to gain inside information on his mother’s crimes” Damian plotted out loud.

”Are you sure you’re not just looking for a reason to be around him more?” Dick questioned. ”I- No! Don’t say stupid things Grayson…” Damian scolded. He was gonna find out what your pretty and definetely evil self was up to, no matter the cost.

[moneypowerglorymiddleofmiami]

Reader as Persephone's only daughter? And she doesn't get into relationships bc of her mother's past as she was kidnapped by Hades?? Like History repeats itself with Luke being so obsessed with her and the reader doesn't know that she'll just end up like her mother

hello, hello! this one is definitely long overdue. i've been very busy with uni, but this ask was very intriguing!!! thank you for sending, anon ♡ (bonus scene at the end lol)

Luke Castellan wasn’t immediately taken by her the first time she set foot on Camp Half-Blood, that much was certain. She was only a topic of interest because she was Persephone’s daughter, promised yet unexpected all the same. He was far too caught up with claiming his own hoard of kleos to entertain ideas of attraction; however, she became a friend soon enough.

“What are you growing?” He asked her during a spring afternoon years ago, so insignificant that a normal person would forget it entirely.

“I don’t know yet actually.” She responded with pursed lips. Her open palms lingered just above the brown earth, colorful beads dangled from her wrists.

Luke raised an eyebrow.

At his silence, she looked up then waved a packet in front of him. She smiled. “Secret stash from Persephone.”

“Now, I’m not really the boss or anything but I think I’ve been here long enough to know the rules.” He perched his forearm against the bark of a tree, leaning his weight against it. “I don’t think that’s allowed.”

“But you wouldn’t tell on me, would you?” She batted her eyelashes sweetly, jokingly. She turned back to her lump of land. “‘Sides, they're harmless… I think.”

He remained silent and observed as a sprout quickly rose from the depths of her plot. A number of curved leaves on top leaning stems dotted the once empty ground. She rose from her knees, dusting off pellets of grass that hitched onto her clothing.

“That's it?” He asked her, sounding very unimpressed. Was this the extent of her god-gifted abilities?

She narrowed her eyes at him as she stretched. “I don’t give a show for free, Castellan.”

“What do you want in exchange, then?” He asked curiously. He wanted to see— witness what Persephone’s little seedling was capable of flowering.

She thought for a moment then shrugged her shoulders. She walked away from him with a wave. “Grow something of your own then we negotiate the terms.”

A few weeks later, he proudly paraded a plant pot all around camp in search of her. Most of the younger kids looked at him a bit judgmentally when he held it up like he was Rafiki and the little thing was his Simba.

She emerged from the greenhouse after several vexingly loud knocks. She looked down at Luke’s outstretched arms, her lips twitching in amusement at the container filled with inch-long two-leaved sprouts.

“Strawberries?” She pursed her lips. She motioned to the fields of berries sprawling to the left of them. “A bit unoriginal considering…”

“Well, you didn’t tell me I wasn’t allowed to grow strawberries.” He reasoned.

“Touché.” She ceded. She placed a hand over the pot, the sprouts growing exponentially before she took it from Luke's hands. She spent a handful of minutes transferring them into the dirt.

Luke watched silently, interested and intrigued by the alacrity with which she moved.

“Can you look away for a sec?” She spoke suddenly. She turned towards him, all seriousness. “The glaring is pressuring them. They’re a bit self-conscious.”

“Oh.” He looked away immediately, distracting himself instead with the silvers of light that shone through the canopy of branches of a tree not far from him. He listened to her hum as she worked. He couldn't help but return his gaze to her once in a while.

“Done!” She proclaimed excitedly, pulling off her gardening gloves with a satisfied look on her face.

Three strawberry bushes stood before him, taking up residence in what was an empty patch of land mere seconds ago. His lips parted slightly in surprise— it definitely wasn’t uncommon for demi-gods to inherit some of their parents’ powers, but he was startled by how quickly it manifested, especially for botanokinesis.

“Impressed enough?” She crossed her arms with a grin.

“Just the right amount.” He responded casually, returning her smile. He bent down to pick a big ripe berry from the branches.

He bit into it, the juices trickling down his chin. “Sweet.”

He offered the other half to her. She looked down at it skeptically before Luke urged her with a slight little shake from the bundle of leaves at the fruit’s head. She took it into her own hold then lifted it up to her mouth.

𓇢𓆸𓏲𓇬𑁍

In her iteration of the story, Luke wasn’t merely a stand-in for Hades. He wasn’t simply her captor— he was also her pomegranate. His smiles, his looks, his words, his lies, his charm and his wit were all the seeds she foolishly consumed over the years. She yearned desperately for the tart sweetness he offered and unknowingly caused her own captivity.

Bound, bent and broken: this was the fate of Persephone’s only child.

In the darkness of the night, with the hum of Luke’s faint snoring keeping her senses alive despite the late hour, she wondered to herself briefly: was this how her mother felt?

She paused at the thought. Surely, it was a thousand times worse for her mother— a dread and pain so unfathomable that she couldn’t even begin to imagine it. Persephone was innocent; she was tricked and taken advantage of. She, however, was complicit: ignorant at first, but willing to succumb to Luke’s pleas and promises even if she knew the horrors of what he was attempting to do.

“Can’t sleep?” He whispered suddenly, jolting her out of her reverie. His hand moved to rest against her hip, his thumb stroking comforting circles onto her skin.

“Hm,” She hummed absent-mindedly. She turned around to face him, breathing in the scent of sea and sweat that lingered on him— a glaring reminder of what he was getting himself into.

Luke caged his arms around her then pressed a kiss against her temple. "Mine."

"Yours." She responded softly.

He returned to sleep in a matter of seconds, but he held her firmly against him. She couldn’t escape even if she wanted to. She didn’t even want to, anyway.

She closed her eyes. Luke’s presence was her prison, and she was insane enough to willingly stay shackled, albeit metaphorically, regardless of how horrific that sounded.

This was her underworld— her own dauntingly lovely elysium.

BONUS scene from my first draft that i didn't continue writing:

“Well, what’s her master plan then?” She asked. “Why kidnap me?”

“You’re Persephone’s daughter.” He shrugged his shoulders, as if that was enough explanation as to why the leader of a rebellion against the gods wanted to kidnap the spawn of the Goddess of Spring— really, what did he think she was gonna do for him? Grow daffodils and tulips to distract his enemies? It didn’t seem like horticulture proved useful on the battlefield.

“I am not going to grow potatoes and peas for her little revolt, Castellan.” She scoffed.

Of course she knew why she was being held captive. Pretending to be foolish and ignorant never hurt anybody, though. Let him think she was dumbed down enough to bend to his will.

“You’re basically Hades’ daughter.” He continued, essentially bypassing her reply. It was a bit rude, honestly, but the fact that he kidnapped her showed plenty about the state of Luke’s manners.

“Careful what you say, Lukey.” She would’ve wagged her fingers if her wrists weren’t so tightly bound together. “You might just insult another one of the gods.”

Her relationship with her stepfather was… civil yet glacial at best; definitely on brand for him, actually. On her annual winter-break visits to the Underworld, he’d just ignore her for the most part (very understandable, there wasn’t much in common between an eons-old powerful god and a nineteen year old, except the angst probably, but that was a very awkward topic to breach with a father figure). Most of the time, she assumed he just tolerated her because of her mother.

“With you on board, Hades is going to think twice before attacking,” He explained further. He began to pace in front of her. “Your presence might even dissuade him from attacking at all.”

Oh. Oh.

“Sweetheart,” She called him softly with a condescending coo in her tone. “Oh, sweetie. You’re delusional.”

[wish-i-were-heather]

A FOOL FOR YOU PT 3⤵ GRAYSON HAWTHORNE X READER

ABOUT: 1077 words, no use of y/n (part 1, part 2, part 4, part 5)

STORY: you consult avery about what happened with grayson and then receive an... unexpected text?

WARNINGS: none!!

TAGS: @littlemissmentallyunstable @gretag13 @lanterns-and-daydreams - lmk if you wanna be added to the taglist!!

A/N: sorry guys grayson doesn't make much of an appearance here it's more moving the plot forward... but i finally figured out what's gonna happen so the next one will be pretty long

“Hey Avery, can we talk for a sec?”

You stood nervously outside of her door and waited for a response.

There was the sound of shuffling from inside and then the door opened. 

She was dressed casually today, which you supposed made sense if she was helping Jameson get over his hangover. Just jeans and a sage green knit sweater. Her hair was down, falling past her shoulders. She was good at hiding it, but you could see the slight look of exhaustion in her eyes. You understood why.

Jameson in general was a lot more to handle than Grayson, let alone drunk. 

“Yeah,” Avery said. “Of course we can talk. Is everything alright?” She motioned for you to enter the room and you did, taking a seat at the end of her bed. She took a seat next to you. 

“Yeah, no, don’t worry. I’m fine. I just… wanted to talk to you about something.” It was clear that she knew this was more than a ‘girl problem.’ That’s what you, Avery, and Max called it, at least. They were never really problems that were specific to girls, but it kept Jameson and Xander especially out of your business. 

“What, don’t tell me you got stuck with a drunk Hawthorne last night too.”

“I wish I could,” you laughed. 

Avery grinned. “Wait, so what happened? Jamie didn’t tell me much. He was too out of it. Was still even this morning. Was it the four of them or…?”

“No, just him and Grayson, apparently,” you explained. “He told me they went out to drink, obviously came back drunk, and then for some reason decided it was a good idea to go for a swim as they were. Y’know, getting their clothes all wet.” “Okay, okay, that last part I knew,” Avery nodded along. “That was the one thing Jameson was able to tell me. And it was kinda obvious that he was all wet. Damn though, I can’t believe Grayson got drunk. What was that like?”

You laughed with her. Both of you knew the absurdity of the situation. 

“It was… different,” you answered truthfully. “That’s why I wanted to talk to you, actually, about Grayson.”

She leaned closer. “Oh?”

You told her everything. 

When the story was finished, including the details from what had happened earlier that morning in the kitchen, Avery was grinning wildly. 

You frowned.  “You’re laughing at me.”

“I am not laughing at you.”

“Then what’s on your face?”

“I’m smiling because what you told me was funny. Not laughing. That’s different.”

You gave her a face. 

“Okay, okay,” Avery said, wiping the smile off her face. Somewhat. “So, Grayson was basically flirting with you-”

“But I don’t think he meant it!” You interrupted quickly. 

“Why not?”

That got you to pause. 

You hadn’t asked yourself why you didn’t think he’d meant it. You just dismissed it. You didn’t know how Grayson was drunk- no one did. So you had no idea if he had a tendency to say things he didn’t mean or a tendency to say truths he normally wouldn’t. Or… something else. 

“Because he was drunk.” 

Avery wasn’t satisfied. “And?” “And when you’re drunk, you say things you don’t mean.” 

“Or you say things you do mean, but don’t want to admit to.”

What if- no. You shouldn’t think like that. Grayson was drunk and said those stupid things that he didn’t mean, those drunken lies. That’s all, nothing more. Avery was just saying that because her boyfriend was drunk about 55% of the time. Grayson wasn’t like that. 

“You’re not helping, Avery,” you told her. “I don’t want  to think he meant it.”

“Oh, but I think you do.”

You stared at her with mock offense. “Excuse me?”

“Are you kidding?” Avery asked, raising an eyebrow at you. She spoke like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “The way you were talking about what happened last night. You didn't just tell me. You, like, told me.”

“You make no sense.”

“And you’re in denial. Grayson said, while he was sober this morning, that he still wanted you.”

A small part of you knew she was right, maybe you should just admit that Grayson maybe did mean some of what he said. And even if you weren’t ready to admit it yourself, you secretly hoped he did mean it. But another part of you wanted to prove Avery wrong. And that part prevailed. 

“He was still hungover when he said that. He didn’t mean it.”

“Right, right. Grayson doesn’t want you and I didn’t inherit 46.2 billion dollars.” She rolled her eyes, and you couldn’t quite tell if it was playful or if she was genuinely annoyed. But then she smiled, and your unease dissipated. 

“You’re impossible,” she teased, nudging you gently. “Keep living in whatever delusion you want, I know Grayson’s in love with you.”

You audibly gasped. “Avery-!”

“Shh, the guy talk is over. C’mon, let me show you the stupidest article I read about myself online.”

~~

Days passed. Days.

And you still hadn’t spoken to Grayson.

Well, technically you had. If you saw each other in the hall, you’d exchange hellos. If you saw him in the kitchen during breakfast, which you learned always included cherries for some reason, you would have idle conversation about your mornings. But a real conversation discussing what happened when he was drunk and hungover? 

Never. 

It wasn’t that you were trying to avoid him, not intentionally at least. The two of you simply didn’t bring it up. You didn’t want to make things awkward between you- or any more awkward than it had already become. There was always that elephant in the room that neither of you wanted to bring up. The way his eyes lingered on you for just a moment longer, yet you could barely manage to meet his. 

And things stayed that way for almost a week. 

Until you received a text from him.

You had Grayson’s contact saved, of course, but you two never really texted. There was just… never a need to. So you were rightfully surprised when you received a notification from his number.

911

You stared down at it. You knew Grayson and his brothers had some sort of code for that, but you didn’t think that he’d send it to you.

What?

You know what it means Come to the pool

Then another message you didn’t expect.

Please

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[thethirdtriplet]

Title: Mentor Tim

So we all know how similar Tim is to Bruce, I feel like as Tim gets older he promises himself not to become like him, in regards to his closed off-ness and anti-social behavior, gets therapy (boy was that something else), matures as a person and learns to take care of himself properly (not everyone has an Alfred lying around y’know).

So older Tim, who does not want to be Batman (who does at this point?), and considers Red Tornado (Aka; the only adult who really cared) his idol, makes an intellectual decision.

To mentor 10+ young vigilantes, that are basically neglected or ignored by their mentors, that he met once on a mission, apparently they’re the new Young Justice members (why do all the unwanted ones end up there, seriously, has everyone learned nothing??).

It’s not that he planned to mentor the young superheroes, but he couldn’t really ignore them when they took to him like little ducklings to water all because he was nice to them.

The were very undertrained and uncoordinated, and in desperate need of guidance, and Tim who has caused or been apart of some of the craziest shit known to man has a lot of knowledge to spare:

Tim: Leo, for the love of god. Put. That. Down. Number one rule of dealing with magical artifacts or magic in general is don’t touch it and run, don’t walk away if it starts to glow.

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Tim: Keith, seriously dude, if you need any new equipment, swords, knives, anything at all, just tell me. Y’know what I can set it up with one phone call, hold on.

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Tim: Peter, if that jerk at school talks to you like that again I give you my permission to beat his ass, I don’t care what your school or “mentor” have to say, they clearly know nothing about teenagers.

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Tim: Of course you can skip training next week for your recital Sofia, and actually, I cancelled training for everyone when they told me they all wanted to go to support you, thanks for inviting me by the way, I can’t wait.

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Tim: Oh, you’ve had an argument with your parent, Nick? Hold on just a sec.

Tim: Yeah, I just freed my schedule so we could have the whole day to ourselves, I remember those movies you told me you wanted to marathon, let’s go watch them in the big screen room, bundle ourselves in the softest blankets and eat a sh- heck ton of ice cream, while we talk about it, if you feel like it, of course.

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Tim: I noticed how much extensive energy you have even after a full training session, Mateo, so I thought you and I could stay and spar, even after everyone’s done. I’ve brought new training equipment for you to try and researched a few new techniques that correlate with your abilities.

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Tim: Don’t worry about not being able to speak, Amara, I know plenty of sign, in many languages, in fact.

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Tim: *on a phone call*

Tim: What do you mean you’re in a burning building?

Tim: What do you mean you set it on fire?!

Tim: Send me your location, Amber, I’ll be there in ten, no- five.

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And that’s how the hero community noticed how the newly proclaimed Young Justice mentor Red Robin nowadays often had one, if not all, of his ducklings kids students standing proudly next to him.

Bonus:

Tim: Red, I am so sorry for all the years you had to put up with my bullshit.

Tim: I’m basically the only adult- no, person, who cares about them!

Tim: I don’t know how they’ve been alive for so long!

Red Tornado: You are forgiven, Tim, although I must admit, it is quite satisfying that you know of my pain.

Tim, with haunted eyes: You have no idea.

Part 2??

[gracemain919]

The Cannibal(oc): Short Story

(The Fungus universe)

Tw: Yandere, Masochism, slight gore like very slight.

A Bloodied Heart

“H-here?” Y/n asked their words showing more fear than confusion as their hand was forced closer to Johnson’s neck. The knife they held slowly pierced the soft skin as he let out a loud moan at such contact. “Right there dear…”.

Y/n could only nod feeling disgusted by his reactions. Still, the faster it was done the faster they could leave, but it was never simple to complete.

“Come on” he muttered yanking their hand causing the blade to completely pass his throat. Y/n was speechless watching blood start to drip from the other side of his neck as The Cannibal took a deep breath letting out another satisfied groan…

“Fuck. Just like that dear” he praised as Y/n discarded their grip on the weapon. Maybe he was satisfied?

Johnson stayed limp. On his knees he watched blood drip down his neck making a rather pretty pattern that he wished to increase. “Dear” Y/n was stopped as they were dragged back to the floor with him.

“Please do worse. Please break me” he begged, “Tear me apart then sew me back together!”. He was breathless already so aroused by a simple dagger wound.

“I think you've had enough… and I'm really tired-

He was having none of it, tearing the knife from his throat and coercing it into their hand. “Break me. Break me” he pleaded like an unending chant as Y/n eyed their options. The cannibals have been neglected by the other leaders for a while now… Maybe they could give in for a sec.

Bamn.

Eyes up in heaven as The Cannibal’s breath hitched from excitement as he felt a brand new hole on his chest. Guard uniform ruined and he wished nothing more but to wear nothing and let The Obsession paint him like a fresh canvas in red.

“Aw… that’s the spot, but if you wished to have my heart you could have simply asked for it”

What?

Y/n wasn't expecting the loud wet sound of flesh being torn as Johnson used his sharp talons to carve out his chest. Blood continued to spill making a nice little puddle on the floor as more and more of his chest was exposed to his sharp incisions, and before the Obsession knew it the Cannibal pulled something out. From his chest cavity, a bright red piece of meat met their vision… it was? Oh my god, it fucking moved!

The flesh started beating making it more than clear that it was his heart. “Just for you dear… don’t you like it?”

Y/n gave a nervous smile fighting every urge to vomit on the floor. Just a bit more and they can finally leave.

“T-thank you…” Y/n thanked not giving any other answer a chance.

[herstoryheaven]

Pablo Gavira x Reader: The Unexpected Date

Prompt: Pablo Gavira challenged you to a date if he scored, leaving you intrigued and ready to see if he could impress you or if you'd turn the tables on him.

Reader: Gender Neutral

Word count: 469

Average reading time: 1 min 45 sec

Category: Fluff

Warning: None

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Disclaimer: All events portrayed in my stories are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events is purely coincidental. Any actions or behaviours portrayed by the characters may differ from reality and cannot be connected to any actual person. This work is purely fictional and intended for entertainment purposes only.

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In the stillness of the late-night football field, Pablo Gavira strode up with a confident grin, his eyes sparkling with playful challenge.

“If I manage to score,” he began, his voice brimming with self-assurance, “will you consider going on a date with me?”

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Pablo, you’re one of Barcelona’s star players. I’ve never seen you miss a shot.”

He chuckled, the sound smooth and assured. “Well, tonight might be the night that will become usefull. Let’s see if I can impress you.”

You crossed your arms and watched as he positioned the ball with practiced ease. “I’m curious,” you said, trying to hide your amusement. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”

Pablo’s confidence didn’t waver as he took his stance. With a smooth approach, he sent the ball soaring towards the goal. Time seemed to stretch as the ball sailed through the air.

But instead of finding the back of the net, the ball veered wide, thudding harmlessly against the side of the goalpost.

“I missed,” he said with a laugh, his smile slightly sheepish but still confident.

You couldn’t help but chuckle, walking over to him and giving his shoulder a friendly pat. “I saw that, Pablo.”

“So, no date then?” he asked, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly, a playful blush on his cheeks.

You grinned, taking the ball from his hands. “How about this: if I score, I’ll be the one taking you out.”

His eyes widened in surprise. “You’re serious?”

“Absolutely,” you said, dribbling the ball and feeling its weight. You could see his eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and anticipation.

You squared up to the goal, focusing solely on the net. With a smooth, practiced motion, you released the ball. It arced perfectly, sailing past the goalkeeper and into the net with a satisfying swish.

Pablo’s jaw dropped, and he stared at you, his smile turning into one of genuine admiration. “You did it!”

“Looks like you’ve got a date,” you said, a triumphant grin spreading across your face.

He laughed, his eyes sparkling with excitement and a hint of disbelief. “I can’t believe it. You’re incredible.”

“You’re not so bad yourself,” you replied, feeling warmth rise in your cheeks.

“So, where are you taking me?” he asked, curiosity replacing his earlier nervousness.

“That’s a surprise,” you said with a playful wink. “But I promise it’ll be worth it.”

As you both walked off the field, the night air was filled with a palpable excitement. Walking side by side, your hands occasionally brushing, you felt a sense of anticipation for what lay ahead. This felt like the start of something special, and as you glanced at Pablo’s radiant smile, you knew this was only the beginning of an adventure that promised to be as thrilling as it was enchanting.

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[ya-zz]

I present to you an idea:

Reader is pregnant when she met Ramattra. Their relationship develops quickly, and reader allows ram hold her new born. I wonder what kind of thoughts would he have then.

Or later on, child calls ram dada and he is so shocked he shuts down for a sec lmao

I just carve some fluff after I saw those posts about ram and children owo

Turned this one into a lil fic~

Ramattra x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1772

Three months into your pregnancy you parted ways with your partner. From finding out he was sexting multiple other women to actually sleeping with them, you finally had enough. You threw him out, bags and all. Despite the growing bump, you still had enough fight in you to kick the bastard where it counted before slamming the door shut in his face. 

You had no time to be focussing on finding a new partner, whatever happens, happens. Just focus on working the final few months before you had to leave and steady your life after the scars the ungrateful bastard had left you. You had more concerning things to worry about and the health of your unborn baby was one of them.

–

Coming home from work late one evening meant you had to walk the rest of the way home. A strenuous half hour, which in hindsight, wouldn’t have been that bad, but nearing labour, it was anything but easy. Eight months ago this would’ve taken you less time than waiting for a train, but the growing stress on your body was making everything ten times more difficult. All you could do was hope that you could walk home in one piece. 

And if matters couldn’t get anymore dire, it started to rain. You sought shelter under a store front, the lights inside behind you were still on, so they were still open. Leaning back against the window, you breathe heavily as a hand rubs over the swollen stomach. Everything hurts and your back was close to giving out from the stress it was under carrying such a heavy weight. 

You were too focussed on relieving the pain in your back that you didn’t hear the store doors open and someone approaching you. 

“Are you okay?” He asks, voice robotic and low. There was a hint of concern in his voice as his head tilts to the side. When he sees you jump a little, clearly startled by his presence, he holds both hands up defensively. “I am sorry for startling you.” 

“Oh! No, no. You’re okay.” Despite the pain you were feeling, you smile through it. Looking up at him, the omnic looks a little threatening, but the cocking of his head calms those nerves slightly. 

“You are not, it seems?” He approaches cautiously. His optics scan you, seeing the pain within your body. He peers down towards your stomach. 

You follow his gaze before letting out an amused chuckle. “Eight months.”

“I see.” It seems like he wants to ask something else.

The silence grows a little awkward. 

“Ramattra.” He finally speaks. “The name is Ramattra.” 

You find the awkwardness in his tone amusing as you smile up at him. “It’s nice to meet you, Ramattra.” Your hand rolls over your stomach, soothing the pain from the kicking inside. “I’m [y/n].” 

Ramattra nods his head, repeating your name. The way it sounds coming from his vocaliser soothes you, a warm feeling settling in your chest. 

The rain doesn’t seem to let up as the pair of you stay under the shelter. Ramattra looks up at the night sky, holding his hand out to the rain, watching it as it pitter patters against the rubber pads. As he pulls his hand back, he notices the shiver taking over your body. 

The omnic hesitates before removing his jacket and draping it over your shoulders. When he’s met with a satisfied sigh and a thank you coming from your lips, he nods his head. “Of course.” He simply replies. 

You had that intuition, a familiar feeling when you knew someone was friendly; he was good. 

It took a little of internal encouragement, but you bit back and spoke aloud. “Could I trouble you to walk with me? They say to not let a pregnant lady be alone.”

Ramattra glances over at you and nods his head. “I will keep you safe, do not fret.”

Your cheeks warm up as you smile subtly at him before gesturing him to walk by your side. He does so without thinking twice and the both of you walk back to your apartment. 

—

The final month of your pregnancy was anything but pain free, but with Ramattra by your side throughout it all, he made things a hell of a lot easier for you. 

He would help you out even when you didn’t ask for it. The omnic would stop by each day that he could, lending a helpful hand wherever possible. Cleaning the apartment, picking up the laundry and making sure everything was washed and dried for you. He even offered to go shopping for you so you didn’t have to walk that distance to and from. 

You appreciated everything that he did for you. That feeling you had last month was right. Ramattra was good. 

Whether it was out of pity or just something within his programming, Ramattra couldn’t stop himself. He had this need to help you. He wanted to help you, not because you were helpless, not because you couldn’t fight back, but because he felt something for you. 

Love wasn’t exactly hardwired into his systems, it was a new feeling for him and for possibly every omnic he had ever met. Love was… unique. 

He didn’t mind doing all these mundane, human tasks in the slightest. It helped him just as much as it helped you. Ramattra wanted to be there with you no matter how difficult it got. So, when you woke up from a nap in excruciating pain, calling out to the omnic to help you stand, he drops what he was doing and rushes over. 

Upon standing, a rush of fluids roll down your legs. You stare up at him with slight embarrassment and then shock, hands gripping onto his metal forearms for balance. 

“We need to get to the hospital. Now.” 

His optics lock with your eyes before he nods. He grabs the bag that you had set aside for this specific time before coming back over. His hand holds yours as the other is placed on your lower back. Ramattra is quick to usher you out of the apartment and call a taxi. 

He talks you through everything. “Breathe, hold my hand.” It’s all new to him and it’s terrifying. He wasn’t exactly prepared for this, he has no idea what he was doing but hopes that his words will help you. 

From there on, it was nothing but reassuring gestures. His systems were warm, something new flitting through his wires. His hand never once left yours, gently squeezing against your harsher ones. 

The omnics other hand would wipe away the sweat from your forehead, wanting to soothe what discomfort he could despite the pain you were in. He was gentle with you, always had been and that settled any and all doubts. 

Ramattra stood with you through it all. It was a painful and intense few hours of labour but when you finally held your little boy that was bundled up in a blanket, everything finally slotted into place. 

“He has his mothers eyes.” He says softly, hand stroking the back of your head. 

You smile up at him, face flushed as you grab his other hand, placing it over the bundle in your arms. “Thank you. For everything.” 

He shakes his head but he feels warm inside. “I told you. I would keep you safe.” 

Your chest shakes as you laugh. “For two months? You’re the kindest omnic I have met… You have helped me so much. I owe you-”

“You owe me nothing.” He states, thumb rubbing the back of your head. “It was the least I could do.” 

Ramattra watches you, the way your cradling your newborn, the soft look on your face and the subtle tears in your eyes. That feeling he felt? The warmth inside of him, he realises what it was. Love. Adoration. 

Ramattra adores you. 

He’s soon snapped out of those thoughts when you offer for him to hold your baby. He doesn't process it at first but the moment this child is within his arms, he feels his heart ache. His systems work overtime to keep him from overheating, to keep everything in check as he looks back at you. 

“He needs a father. Someone like you.” You sheepishly say. “I know this entire relationship has been quick and I understand if you’re not ready for such a big commitment-”

“I want to do this.” His vocaliser lowers. “Let me protect you both.”

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BONUS:

It had been eleven months since you brought a new life into this world and Ramattra had never been happier. He was there every single step of the way, from making sure you had ample sleep which meant he would be there during the night to feed your boy, to making sure you were eating your meals. 

It was hard, but Ramattra wouldn’t have it any other way. He made a promise when he first met you and that was to protect you. He wanted you to be happy, to be healthy. He needed you just as much as you needed him. 

One day, whilst you were on the sofa several pages deep into a new book, Ramattra cradled the kid in his arms, trying to calm him down before his much needed sleep. 

Little hands grabbed at his cables, saliva dripping down onto the metal frame of his collar as the baby suckled on a cable before releasing them with an audible pop. It brought a small laugh from you as you return to your book. 

The silence was comforting before it was broken. 

“Da-da.” 

Your ears perk up, eyes losing the page as you stare up at your child with a shocked face. Ramattra, on the other hand, moves the child away from him, systems coming to a halt before resetting. 

“Did- did he just call me dad?” Ramattra stutters. 

“Da-da.” The playful smile on the child’s face was all the omnic needed before bringing the child back to his chest. 

You smile up at him, moving closer to sit next to him as you brush the hair out of your child's eyes. “Seems like he’s taken a liking to you.”

Ramattra looks at you as his hand rubs up and down the kids back before holding him into place. The child finally relaxes against the metal chassis as Ramattra moves his other hand to wrap around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. 

He had never dreamt that his life would come to this. A partner and a father. He chuckles lightly at the thought. Perhaps humans aren’t all that bad.

[jake-sullys-wife]

Hiiiiii can I request a smut where dilf!jake sully is fucking human!reader in the forest in front of all his friends to since they’re curious about humans and to show off his human girlfriend to them?? Jake also lets them touch y/n like playing with her nipples and running their hands all over her body. If they get too close to her pussy or ass Jake gets mad at them

The celebration

(if you don't like this,then don't read)

warning! : ⚠️,🔞,🖤

Violence!/abuse!, non con!, size difference!(Let me know if I'm missing anything)

(sorry guys it takes so long for me to post because things have been hard for the past few weeks maybe months but I am now here and all that shit I know I'm just saying that but I'm telling the truth so please forgive me 😭🙏🏽 plus quaritch x Jake have been on my mind a lot 🧍🏽‍♀️)

(And to the anonymous who requested this I didn't read it all the way through when you said a front of the friends curious about the human body I didn't read it that until I started writing and finishing it now I'm looking at it and I'm very sorry but I hope this satisfies you again I'm very sorry 😔 )

*Jake is in the lab with his oxygen mask and y/n and are just talking about random stuff but Jake asked y/n this question*

"Hey I was going to ask if you want to come to the celebration. Do you want to come?"

*Oh yeah the celebration is coming soon*

"Sure I could come! I need to get out of this lab every once in awhile" *y/n said as look down at her paperwork then looking back at Jake which he was chuckling*

"Haha! Well I'll tell neytiri about you coming plus she can give you the clothes you know the top and the Loincloth"

*After that little conversation Jake left to go tell his wife and after a few hours neytiri came by and handed her the finest clothes*

♡

*It's the day at the celebration and y/n put on the clothes the top and Loincloth, she put on her oxygen mask and left out the lab.*

*At the celebration there was a lot na'vi having a good time*

*Y/n had a few drinks, some food (of course you got to take the oxygen mask off and put it back on) then she decided to dance a little*

*She had her arms up and swaying with her hips, then a few na'vi males surrounded her and dancing with her*

*She didn't mind it of course because you know they're dancing, she's dancing. it's the celebration*

*One of them went behind her and put their hands on her waist, y/n is giggling and didn't even care*

*The male na'vi sliding his hand up going under her top but then Jake came out of nowhere*

"Hey can I borrow her for a sec?"

*He sounded demanding and most likely pissed off?*

"Oh yes, of course toruk makto"

*he ran off so did the others, Jake grab her wrist and took her far away from the celebration. Y/n doesn't know what's wrong with him and why is he acting like this?*

♡

*Jake stopped and pushed her against a tree, his eyes filled with anger and lust*

"Why did you let those fukers touching you like you're were some whore"

*Some whore? The hell is he talking about?*

"What are you talking about, you invite me to the celebration-- !" *Jake punched her stomach, he punched her that hard that the next day a big bruise will show*

*Y/n almost fell to the ground, holding her stomach. It felt like she's going to throw up*

*Then Jake's hand grabbed y/n's hair making her look up at him*

"Yeah I did invite you to celebration but that doesn't mean you let those nasty fucks touching you like that, especially touching what's mine"

*Then with a flip of a wrist Jake ripped her top and her Loincloth, throwing them behind his shoulder*

"W-what are you doing!?" *Y/n panicked, covering herself with her arms but Jake grabbed both of her wrists with one hand and rising her wrists above her head*

"What am I doing? About to Mark what's mine to show those men what they are touching" *with his free hand he got between her legs, touching her pussy and stroking her lips with his fingers while his thumb rubbing her cilt*

*Y/n struggle while he's playing her pussy, she also struggled trying to pull her both of her wrists from his grip* "stop!..~"

"How about you stop struggling? Besides we both know you like this~" *Jake said. He stopped playing her pussy then with his freed hand he untied his Loincloth, revealing his big massive cock*

*Y/n's eyes widen seeing something that big in front of her*

"See *this*? *This* is going to be inside you~" *Jake pushed y/n on the ground while holding both of her wrist, he got between her legs. Stroking his member with purecum leaking out*

"It's not going to fit..." *Y/n said look at it. She couldn't keep her eyes off of it*

"Oh it will, it will fit. I'll make sure it fits" *and just like that with that warning he thrust it in her. His thrust was harsh and rough. He can feel her walls tighten around him but he's only halfway in which means he has to put the rest of him inside*

"Already I can feel you clenching around me~" *another harsh thrust he finally put the rest of him inside. Y/n moans loudly as she can feel him stretching her walls and feel his tip though her cervix*

*After a few moments Jake began to move, his hips hitting against hers while y/n is moaning loudly throughout the forest that every animal can hear her*

*His hand groping her breast while he's thrusting* "fuck! You feel so good~ so good~"

*He lean down biting her neck* "j-jake!~"

"Yeah that's right, scream my name!~ scream my name with those pretty lips!~" *Jake let go both of her wrist then. He used his hands to grab her legs and put them on his shoulders*

*He went he went a little deeper inside her pussy. Y/n gripping the Forest Grass for dear life*

"You fucking love this, don't ya?~ gonna breed this pussy~" *wait did he just say...breed? Oh shit*

"N-no! Don't--ah!~" *y/n tried telling him no but that interrupted by his thrusting. He thrusts so rough*

"Fuckkk I'm gonna cum inside!~" *a few lazy thrust he released his seed deep inside her while y/n cried through all of it*

"Now.... Let's see those fucks try to touch you now~"

*End*

(I tried my best as you can see 😔)

[cerezzzita]

Hi, i saw you have your request open so here i go, requesting some hcs for Dante, Vergil and Trish having a short sweet-toothed s/o who also loves to bake.

notes: heeey there, anon! In advance sorry for the waiting, it took long enough but at least here we are! I hope you like it, because I surely did loved writing these headcanons, and with Trish being included? Better than ever!

Enjoy the reading and thanks for requesting! <3

⠀🍓 ˖ . ᵎᵎ Dante, Vergil & Trish with a short sweet-toothed S/O

♡ tags: gender-neutral reader, no use of pronouns (you/yours only), no description of reader's appearance, short!reader, use of petnames, three devils being soft af, Vergil and Trish might have been sorta ooc pardon in advance.

ⓘ gif's not mine!!

Dante

Perfect match, to be honest.

Calls you "shortcake" or "shortie" most of the time and if you're annoyed by that… he'll keep doing it, sorry. He loves you enough to annoy you as well. 

Being as sweet-toothed as he is, no wonder he'll ask you constantly to make some desserts with strawberries or red fruits in general such as raspberries or cherries. 

And please don't let Dante get one inch near the kitchen, this man will eat as many of the berries plus he's catastrophic at cooking.

At least let him add some of the ingredients and mix them together here and there, he'll be satisfied and happy enough. 

He'll eat the batter when you're not looking, by the way. 

Still on the ingredients topic, doesn't this bitch (affectionately) loves when you ask him for help to reach something you can't? He's all smugly smirks, towering you with that huge figure of his and in the best of the cases, lifting you so you can reach it by yourself. 

Dante's personal favorite dessert made by you became The Devil's Cake, but instead of being fulfilled of chocolate only, there's lots and lots of strawberry jam and fresh strawberries on top of it. 

Late night munchies are a must! You two can and will be watching whatever series or movies while cuddling and devouring almost all of a whole damn bakery because Dante has a black hole instead of a regular stomach. 

Saw a recipe for dessert pizza once, got obsessed with it, asked you to make it, you made it, he's even more in love with you. 

"Babe, you're a sweetheartie. A candy angel, I love you so much," said Dante, mouth full of sweet pizza and eyes full of tears of joy and passion. 

ⓘ gif's not mine!!

Vergil

Vergil strikes me as a cinnamon roll enjoyer. That's it, that's the post. 

But really, I don't think he has a sweet-tooth or enjoys sugary foods that much. He likes it, sure, but at moderate bits. 

Unlike Dante, he does not make fun of your height… Yet he finds it quite endearing. 

Calls you "little bird". Let me have him be affectionate and lovely for a sec, okay? 

Vergil also gets worried by the amount of sugar you consume. 

"You'll get plenty of cavities if you keep eating desserts at that level." 

He helps you with your recipes too. I'm kinda sure that Vergil knows a thing or two in the cooking field, correct me if I'm wrong (I am wrong). 

As previously said, he likes more, hm, refined flavors, such as cinnamon and vanilla and if you're baking cinnamon rolls, count him on it! 

Don't ask Vergil to chop the ingredients unless you want him to put on a show about it. 

If you like drinking tea, you better prepare a bunch of sweet treats because you're having regular, calm silent tea evenings ft. Vergil and his poetry book. 

ⓘ gif's not mine!!

Trish

Oh my, what can I say about Trish?

She's not a sugary-sweet person. Instead, she's mostly on sour candies and neutral fruits field. 

With that being said, I hope you're ready to constantly bake lemon pies and banana cakes. 

Trish does not know how to cook for her dear life, she prefers watching you instead and maybe teasing you along with it.

"Trish, I could use a little hand." "Pardon me if I can't help but think you're all cute on your own, sugar."

Speaking of teasing, this devil surely knows how to make you fluster with her little comments about your height, but of course, always keeping it comfortable enough to not get you mad or sad. 

"Need some help there, honeypie?" "My, if you ever get trouble reaching that shelf, you need to wear some of my heels."

And although Trish is not your sous chef, she is certainly your personal tasting critic, which is an advantage mostly to her. 

"So, what do you think?" "Hm, I liked the caramel on top of the fruit, and it's sour just in the way I love. It's a ten out of ten, honey." 

Brought you some silly clothes like sweaters and shirts with some candy motif and oh, sure, fruity flavored lip gloss. 

Anything for her honeybun~

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[leahrintarou]

🎃 Kuroo Tetsuro - Vibrator

Warnings: Requested! sub! kuroo x dom! reader, fem reader, usage of vibrator, the petname: sweetheart is used, y/n interrupts his phone call, mentions of lingerie. Word Count: 2.6k

"you wait out here, tetsu." y/n say's to kuroo as he took a seat on the bench next to the fitting rooms. "why can't you let me see them too?" He frowned, reluctancy in his voice when y/n held her own against his tempting voice. She sighed, rolling her eyes as she twisted the door knob to the private room. "why can't you let me surprise you with something for once?".

And with that, the boy smiled since that sentence alone intrigued him all the more to what y/n was preparing to buy. He leaned back against the bench, wincing at the low temperature of it against his back. y/n on the other hand began to try on a few sets that she'd picked up off the shelves of the particular store that kuroo insisted they'd visit on their way home.

Y/n hadn't been in a store specifically for adults intimacy, so when kuroo suggested this idea, of course she decided against it for the first ten minutes of his persisting convincing. She gave in under the condition that kuroo wouldn’t be able to see what she bought and with that, he felt half way satisfied and here they were, holding up each other's side of their deal. "kuroo, come here for a sec" her voice was heard behind the door.

He stood up almost immediately and slid himself through the crack of the door since y/n had previously opened it for him prior to her request. "I thought you were supposed to be surprising-" kuroo trailed off as he took in the sight in front of him. Maybe it was better that y/n wasn’t surprising him with this set in particular. If she were however, he'd be anything but unprepared and would probably make a fool of himself when she and he were supposed to be making use of it.

"I was, but I need help zipping this. I don’t want to assume that it fits and gage the sizing wrong." she says, turning her back to give kuroo access to the unzipped back of the lingerie set. Kuroo placed eager digits to the zipper, pulling it upward as the quick buzz sound of the action sounded almost piercing in the quiet room. "who cares if it fits, it won't be on you for long anyways" he says, a smug look on his face when y/n turned around.

"how are you so sure about that?" y/n questioned, placing a palm to kuroo's chest and giving him a gentle push to get him out of the way of her reflection in the full length mirror. She admired small details, making sure she was satisfied with the clothing pieces. What soon accompanied her reflection was kuroo's wandering hands as he shifted behind her figure, both palms resting against her waist as he placed chaste kisses to her shoulders.

"every time you buy these, I either rip them off of your body or they get lost somewhere in our room.."

"not this time, though" y/n says, turning around to face him directly. Kuroo took another glance in the mirror to take in the new angle of y/n body and she noticed this, gently gripping his chin to redirect his gaze to her own eyes. "what is it? Do you have something planned?" He questions, curiosity being the only thing noticeable in his irises. Along with the lust…of course. "yup." she smiled, placing a quick kiss to his lips.

Kuroo pulled her back in when she pulled back just a little too quickly to his liking. His grip on her waist tightened as he pressed her own body closer against his own. Their lips moved with rhythm against one another, making kurro close his eye's at the longing sensation that he'd been trying to fight off for at least the last hour or two. "really? You? My girlfriend of five years is saying that she isn't going to be submitting to me for once?" He says through the kiss. y/n feels him growing all the more aroused against her thigh, making her use her palm to graze the obvious tent.

"yeah. Don’t believe me?"

"would it be so bad if I said no?"

Y/n smiled against kuroo's lips when he let out a small sigh from her touch. "well, let's start by this," she started, pulling away from their kiss and soon following with a withdrawing hand from kuroo's growing erection. "do you believe me now?" She asked innocently as she gently guided kuroo back to the door of the fitting room. "are you serious right now, sweetheart?" He questioned, in denial of the situation that he was going through right now.

"what makes you think that I wouldn’t be?"

And with that, she closed the door, leaving her boyfriend outside with his obvious problem that only became more of a problem due to her teasing touches. She heard him let out a frustrated groan and even though it was wrong, she couldn't help but smile and feel a bit amused from this new side of kuroo..and this new side of herself. Changing out of the lingerie, she gathered it along with some other sets before walking out of the stall in her regular clothing.

When kuroo's eyes set on her frame, she saw the way he almost deflated at her fully clothed figure. Glancing down to his lap, she saw how he now kept his hands in his pockets to discreetly shift the pressure of his pants against his restrained and aroused member. "is that all?" He asked, glancing at the items that y/n slung over her arm. "why? Are you in a rush?" She asked, holding back a snort when kuroo gave her a glare before removing his wallet from his pocket.

"Here. I'll wait outside" he leans in to give her a small peck to her lips. y/n did feel kind of bad, but as soon as her boyfriend walked away after handing her his wallet, her eye's caught the image of the large array of adult toys. That feeling of pity was immediately replaced with a desire and anticipation that she couldn't resist.

y/n smiled in content as she admired herself in the mirror. She decided to put on a different lingerie set apart from the one that kuroo had previously seen her in when she was trying them on in the store. She did want everything to be a surprise afterall. Slowly opening the door to the bathroom, she took quiet and light steps into their bedroom. Kuroo was currently on the phone with god-knows-who, so, y/n's presence was unrecognized as he stared off at the floor from his seat on their bed.

Y/n's footsteps soon invaded his field of vison, making his eyes slowly trail up her body as he admired every detail visible from their shared distance. His breath hitched when he finally made eye contact with y/n. Since they got home, he was on this phone call which prolonged he and y/n's plans for the night and since y/n was more of the impatient type, she took matters into her own hands.

Y/n took careful steps up to kuroo before kneeling down on their floor. She rested her cheek against his thigh, using a free hand to tug at the hem of pants' waistband. "y-yes sir, that sounds good" kuroo said to the voice on the phone. y/n knew it was someone of importance due to kuroo's speech of formality, but she could care less. Kuroo firmly gripped her wrist, stopping her movement for a quick second but his grip only faltered when y/n used her other free hand to suddenly palm his erection. Kuroo pulled the phone from himself, stretching his arm out to be as far away from the mic as possible.

He let out a grunt when y/n firmly rubbed a back and forth motion with a her palm, making him lean his head against his shoulder, arm faltering to keep itself outstretched. Kuroo's pulled the shakily held phone back to his ear after the confused tone of the guy was heard when kuroo's prolonged silence on his side of the line became a bit suspicious. "what time next week will you be free?" The voice questioned.

"u-uhm…"

"kuroo?"

"sorry, what was your question?" He forced out, trying to cover his grunt with a clearing of his throat. y/n began to pull down the waist band of both his briefs and pants, revealing his fully erect member that was leaking pre-cum by the second. y/n almost felt accomplished when she realized that her teasing was paying off nicely and despite any of the words that kuroo would say, his body always told a different story. "oh, uhm..maybe Wednesday or Thursday s-soundsss..good" he finally said with a quiet hiss after the question was repeated.

"okay. Got it. In that case, see you then!" The man sounded cheerful, his previous voice of suspicion and confusion turning to be no more. "mhm- see you t-then-" kuroo hurriedly tapped the end call button when y/n wrapped her hand around his member, giving it a tight squeeze. "y/n!" He called out with a voice that faltered immediately when she began to gently stroke him.

"you were on the phone for so long, tetsu." she frowned, ignoring his scolding tone that he so desperately wanted to keep sturdy. "what are you doing? Are you crazy?" he said, voice shifting higher in volume when the situation that just took place finally began to sink in. "not crazy. Just impatient" she smiled, placing small kisses against his inner thighs. His member twitched in her hold at each action of affection as his chest rose and fell at an increasing pace.

"you could've wait, sweetheart. You always get to have me and you know that" he leaned closer to y/n, reaching for the strap of her top that resided on her shoulder. She pulled back, leaving his touch as he quirked an eyebrow from the action. "it's not about what I get. More so what you get." She smiles, walking over to the bag of her recently purchased items. "don’t tell me you still wanna do this whole me submitting to you thing?". Kuroo felt a shiver shoot down his spine when y/n didn’t answer.

He let out a sigh, fully removing his bottom half of clothing. "your shirt too" y/n said, standing up with a box in her hold. "whatever you say, your majesty" he mocked, tugging off his top with a teasing smile. y/n began to unbox the item and to kuroo's horror, he began to realize just what it was. "w-what do you plan on doing with that, sweetheart?" He asked, eyeing the abnormally shaped item.

"well it doesn't look like it'll work for me so, what do you think?" She asked, kneeling down in front of kuroo once again. The item was meant to be clasped around your partners member and would vibrate with a controlled remote that'd be in the hands of the one in control. When y/n read the description of this in the store, she couldn’t help but buy it with kuroo's very own card. That'd be sure to piss him off just a bit more.

y/n slid the item over the tip of kuroo's member as he bit down on his bottom lip to avoid any sounds to spill. Clicking the button on the remote, kuroo let out a sudden and choked out moan at this new found sensation. "let me know if you wanna stop, tetsu" she whispered, placing another kiss to his inner thigh. With another click of the button, y/n increased the frequency as kuroo gripped the fabric of the bedsheet with such a force that his knuckles became as pale as the white sheets themselves.

His abdomen tensed every once in a while, contorting his abs to be a bit more prominent with every passing second. "sweetheart, this is so not like you" he managed to say through a forced voice. He let out a breathy pant immediately after his words and his eye's rolled back when y/n wrapped her hand around the toy, intensifying the grip just as she'd like it. "this isn't like you either" she laughed, almost mocking this unfamiliar state. y/n could tell that he was trying to hold his own and be tough through this, but he was indeed failing in ever prospect of it.

His usual groans turned to moans, his strong and deeper voice is now a bit higher in tone and less sturdy and most important of all, his usual controlled body was involuntarily going against his will. Aching erection trying to adjust to the alternating frequencies, but instead would just leak more precum as a result. The sight was unreal to y/n. She's never seen kuroo like this and blamed herself for not bringing the idea up to him sooner, yeah he was reluctant but, he still let y/n do as she pleased and looks like he wasn’t regretting it all that much.

"f-fuck, sweetheart. Turn it down-" he pleas, sweat coating his forehead and chest while his heavy panting brought a cooling sensation against the damp skin. y/n only turned the toy up a notch, making kuroo's hips jolt upwards. "I said down, n-not up" he whined, feeling helpless. Anything he'd ask y/n to do, she'd do the complete opposite. Even when he tried to use reverse phycology and told her the opposing idea of what he wanted, somehow she could see through it. 'She was trying the kill him at this point' Where his thoughts exactly.

At this point, kuroo had leaked more pre-cum than she could ever fathom was possible for him. If only he knew the mess he was making at this moment, he'd feel embarrassed to no end. He probably knew this which his why he only stared up at the ceiling and would occasionally take glances at y/n's own eyes to plead for some kind of mercy. What has he ever done wrong to receive this tormenting treatme-

"do you wanna cum, tetsu?"

Finally. He sighed. The torturing had come to an end. Maybe it was the tears that finally fell from his lash line, maybe it was he strained moans, or maybe it was the begging that he didn’t even catch himself doing. He could care less about her reasoning for mercy, all he knew was that his answer was 'yes' in any way, shape, or form. "please" was what he decided on. With that, the frequency went up just once more time. It had to be the highest, since anything more than this sensation would probably be classified as an actual torture device.

"holy s-shit, n/n" he whined, hips bucking upwards as y/n grasped her hand around his member and the encasing vibrator. Kuroo had no escape. The sensation was nearly stifling as his sensitive tip couldn’t handle it anymore. He himself couldn't handle it anymore. "go ahead, tetsu" she persuaded, looking up at kuroo as he held eye contact with y/n, finally letting himself fall into the long awaited black hole of relief. He let out a long string of differently pitched moans, chest heaving while y/n rubbed his inner thigh with a back and forth motion.

Spurts of his arousal flowed out from around the toy as he let out shaky breaths. kuroo managed to reach for y/n's wrist so she would remove it from around his now sensitive member. She saw his current state was nothing more than 'out of it' so, y/n decided to follow through with his silent request. As she did so, the evidence of just how aroused kuroo was, finally came to light. She smiled up at her boyfriend and he looked away as if to avoid being confronted by y/n's secret abilities to bring out this new side of himself.

"how much do you believe me now?"

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[olasketches]

So the fight is really over...my glorious four armed giant spider is gone. Yuji really was foreshadowing about the slime thingy heh. I'm so happy to see the trio back and together again like you tell me this a year ago this is what was going to happen and I'd just give you a maniacal laugh. But I still don't know how to feel about Sukuna's end like we all knew he was going to die and in perspective it does feels satisfying. Sukuna being ripped apart from Megumi and his little convo with Megumi...yeah dude really is walking contradiction. Always saying he's living to die but actually doesn't want to die. Indirectly answering Kashimo's question. But his end just seems...eh? Like at first Kenjaku's end seemed like that to me too but it made sense later on. Kenjaku came in silence and went like that but Sukuna he was never like Kenjaku or Mahito so his ending being parallel to Mahito didn't really sit right with me and i actually wanted him to get anything but a glorious death but this feels...stale somehow? Idk he's still the same untrue to himself. Wish we could get more of his thought process. Or maybe this was it to show Sukuna's denial became his defeat. I just hoped for more emotionally charged defeat of his..but it's GeGe story I'm happy they're telling it like they want to.

Also Uraume and Hakari was funny too they fought all this time bonded, praised and just dipped. Makes me think if they had a binding vow with Sukuna too? Sorry for all the yap and incoherence. I'm just feeling underwhelmed? Overwhelmed? what are your thoughts regarding this chapter and Suku's end?

"my glorious four armed giant spider is gone" took me out sksksksk he's really just a bug when you think about it lol.

anyway thank you for sending me your ask. I really liked reading your thoughts and how you called suku out for being contradictory and a hypocrite till the very end AS YOU SHOULD THANK YOU!! honestly, this fact alone makes the whole chapter all the more special to me but on this in a sec cause I'm guessing the reaction to his demise is quite... well I guess ppl are not really happy with it..??? I mean some of them probably are and by "some" I mean *cough, cough* the haters *cough, cough* but well... I wouldn't know cause ONE I'm actually (and maybe surprisingly) super pleased and satisfied with this chapter and TWO, I didn't go and check others reaction to it lol I'm planning to keep it that way for now. I'm really not a big fan of twt fandoms spaces in fact I can't stand them... too much negativity and toxicity *shudders*.

so my thoughts... to put it simply, I loved it more than loved it actually. and yeah yeah sure he turned into a slimy lil bug which probably put many people off but hey let's not forget sukuna was basically like a parasite possessing megumi's body, so it makes sense that once peeled off only curse-like residues would remain... but I can understand why some stans didn't like that part. I personally found funny but that's just me lol.

and yeah the final seemed quite underwhelming, but I think that's what makes it so good. I didn't want sukuna's death to be the most interesting thing about his character and well it's not. rather than having a big an "after life" moment like jogo, gojo or kashimo, he spent his last moments with the only person who cared about the human sukuna so stubbornly tried to burry inside him.

I actually found his conclusion to be quite beautiful and moving, cause instead of being looked down upon by yuuji as many stans thought would be the case, he was offered something else entirely. something no one ever gave him - kindness and love. yes, I'm using the "L" word here cause in the end that's what it was... yuuji showed sukuna the true value of love. he accepted him and ask him to live with him despite everything sukuna has put him through. despite all the chaos chaos and distraction he caused him, yuuji still accepted him. he not only showed sukuna genuine empathy and compassion but also recognised that sukuna is really... just like him. when yuuji looked into (blop) sukuna's eyes (my beloved) he could only see himself. he realised that under different circumstances, he could've turned out like sukuna if he didn't have his grandpa by his side. he realised that if he could have turned out like sukuna then sukuna could've turned out like him too, that if only sukuna had someone who loved him and guided him and accepted him, he most likely wouldn't have turned into a curse, which is another thing I loved and cry about in this chapter.

sukuna only saw himself as a curse :")). he acknowledged yuuji and finally called him by his full name but in the end he still only think of himself as a "curse" not as human, not even as a god or king of curses but only a curse :")).

the reason why I loved just how "underwhelming" his death felt like is because instead of framing and defining his entire character by his his final moments, gege made the rest of his moments in the manga stand out EVEN MORE. instead of having a moment of reflection and introspection in this chapter as well as in chapter 265 or 266... and oh well entire shinjiku showdown basically, his character started to trip and reveal just how contradictory he is. sukuna claimed he was satisfied with his life and doesn't care about dying, he also claimed he doesn't care about ideals and even despised them, he also claimed he doesn't feel anything and he doesn't need others to satisfy him and then you have all those small moments when you realise "wait, that is not right" and you look back and rethink everything. sukuna does feel and he NEEDS others to satisfy him, cause that's what his entire "philosophy" hinges on.

"Every human has a unique and fleeting taste... which makes devouring them a perfect way to pass time until death"

he DID get excited when maki became the first person to ever give him a role

This is a first. You're the only one who ever forced a role upon me. (while grinning like a maniac)

and then megumi lied his bs out in the open and revealed that sukuna was afraid of death too, despite believing otherwise

Even something like you fears death...

this only goes to show that sukuna convinced himself (and many other readers) that he is not human, that he is above that, that he doesn't care about the things they do... but if even "something like him" feared death, got excited to be given a role, praised and encouraged others for their talents and skills and connected to them in one way another only to "pass time" or knew about flowers and caught a crayfish then that means... he must be human too.

and even if sukuna and the rest of the world couldn't and didn't want to accept that, there was one person who did. someone sukuna hurt the most, someone who saw him at his worst and at his weakest. someone who in the end still decided to show him love, because he belived sukuna is still worthy of love, despite everyone and maybe even sukuna himself, believing that he no longer is worthy of such thing.

"Even if no one else will accept you... I'll live with you" "Itadori Yuuji... don't underestimate me. I'm... a "curse"!

[hesbuckcompton-baby]

Better Off - Bernard DeMarco x OFC - Chapter 10

Masterlist | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 |-| Chapter 11 | Chapter 12

AO3

Warnings: gettin' kinda angsty in here folks

Word Count: 2.9k

Tags: @xxluckystrike @latibvles @footprintsinthesxnd @mads-weasley @joyfulbookreviewmarvelspy @justheretoreadthxxs @ginabaker1666

The truck radio hummed softly, echoing in the cavernous garage as Susie rummaged through the back, tossing empty crates aside with a clatter as she cleared space for the day's supply run. It was expected that the ATS drivers kept their trucks clean and free of clutter, but she had found herself... distracted, as of late. With a grunt, she lifted an empty box, chucking it blindly behind her as it crashed against the tarmac. "If you're satisfied, I'll be at your side, Sunday, Monday or always," She murmured, singing half-heartedly along to the radio as she grabbed another crate.

"Hey!" DeMarco's voice suddenly split the air. Susie had been so engrossed in her work, her mind turned off to just the simple rhythm of 'grab, throw, grab, throw' that his arrival caught her completely off guard, letting out a yelp of surprise. She had been mid-swing already, letting go of the box and sending it spinning, narrowly missing Benny as he let out an almost identical cry. "Jesus, Suze!" He exclaimed, jerking sideways in an attempt to dodge the crate as it clattered to the ground beside him.

"Don't sneak up on me like that! Scared the shit out of me," She huffed, wiping a hand across her forehead.

"Yeah, I noticed!" Benny cried, hands planted firmly on his hips like a scolding parent. "... What're you doin'?"

Susie let out a sigh. "Clearing out space. It's supply run day!" She sang sarcastically, forcing a grin so visibly strained that it made him snort with laughter.

"Alright, I'll go grab lunch," He nodded, beginning to wander off again.

Brow furrowed, she leant out of the truck bed, peering after him as he went. "... What are you talking about?"

"Well, I'm comin'," He paused, shrugging as if it was obvious.

Susie's lip began to curl in a smile. "You don't have to do that."

"You know I'm doing it anyway."

"I will point out that the last time you came, we broke down in a ditch."

"That definitely wasn't my fault."

"Just saying - it's happened one hundred per cent of the times you're there, and zero per cent of the times you're not."

Benny's brow furrowed. "... You sayin' I'm cursed?"

Susie shrugged. "You said it, not me."

He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head as he resumed his pace. "Alright, well, gotta test it somehow. I'll be back in a sec - love you!" Calling as he left the garage, the words alone made him beam, a definite spring in his step as he headed off in search of food. Simply being able to say it - to say it to her and to know she understood, to reaffirm how much he meant it every time the words left him - meant everything. It didn't matter how long it took Susie to say it back - weeks, months, years - it wasn't about that. He knew how much harder this would be for her, but he never doubted for a second that she felt it too. Understanding was love in itself.

She was perched sideways in the driver's seat when he returned, feet swinging out of the open door as he came to lean against it, positioning himself in the space between her knees. He beamed up at her in that way he always did, eyes so unbelievably soft that it made Susie squirm, nose scrunched as she shrugged her shoulders awkwardly. "You ready to go?" Benny asked, reaching up to brush a lock of hair from her face, letting his palm rest against her cheek for a moment as he did so. She felt every millimetre of skin, his fingertips scorching marks across her face, and even when her first instinct told her to pull away, all she wanted to do was stay.

"Yep," Susie confirmed with a nod, snatching the bag of food and flashing a grin as she nudged him away with her boot, turning to face the steering wheel. His smile only widened, taking a few giddy steps back before looping around the truck to take his spot in the seat beside her.

DeMarco kept the map unfolded in his lap as she drove, gaze following every turn they took along the twisting lines that marked the page. He seemed to like tracing their position - at least it helped keep him occupied, and ensured one of them would certainly know where they were, should events take a turn for the worst. The radio continued to hum softly, barely audible over the roar of the engine, but Susie tapped her finger against the steering wheel in time with the bass nonetheless.

He had twisted sideways in his seat, shoulder resting against the backrest as Benny stared at her profile for a long moment, examining the way her gaze flickered across the road ahead, the way her curls fluttered in the breeze streaming through the open window.

"... Can I help you?" Susie asked after a while of this.

He shrugged. "Just lookin'."

She scoffed slightly. "Alright, well, you're making me antsy. Not very 'road safety', yunno."

The corner of his lip rose in a lopsided smile, tilting his head slightly at her. She persisted in never meeting his gaze, until a sudden question made its way to the forefront of his mind, slipping free along his tongue before he had a chance to reconsider it.

"You gonna introduce me to your mom?"

For a while, Susie did nothing but splutter loudly at this, face reddening by the second as more incoherent sounds tumbled from her mouth.

"What? Jesus Christ, no, you are not meeting my Irish Catholic Ma, not for a long time," She stammered, trying not to think too hard about the unspoken implications of such a question, nor those of her own response.

"Why not?" Benny asked, brow furrowing with a frown.

"Well for a start, if I tell her about any of this in any detail I'll have to mention us spending the night in a hotel room alone together, and she'd probably whack you with a spoon over it," Susie chuckled slightly, the mental image of her mother doing such a thing as amusing as it was exasperating. "Besides, it's more important that my siblings like you anyway - they actually know where I live."

"Alright," He nodded firmly, sitting up straight as his expression became drawn in focus. "Challenge accepted. Gimme the breakdown."

"You wanna know?"

"Oh, yeah."

Susie laughed. "Alright. Ronnie and Sally are the oldest - twins. Ronnie's the only one who might actually hurt you if you pull any dodgy shit, but his wife Rebecca's running the ship while he's away in the army, and she's one of the best people I've ever met, so you should be grand. Sally's like a less depressive clone of our Ma and she basically raised me, but I definitely think she'll like you. Owen will too - I'm his favourite."

"Naturally," Benny grinned, nodding along as he took in as much information as he could, fighting not to forget each name as it came.

"Bea's next - she's the one who's married to that Marshal I punched the shit out of a while back," She shrugged, making his chuckle in fond reminiscence. "She's a full-on ginger but she dyes her hair brown 'cuz she thinks it makes her look classier - do not tell her I told you that," Pointing sharply across at him, Benny raised his hands in surrender.

"Cross my heart," He promised.

"Nancy's a bit of a wet blanket, bless her - she's lovely, she just cries a lot. Emotionally... vulnerable. My little brother Pat's just a dickhead. I mean, he's a great guy and everyone loves him, but he didn't tell me when he got engaged last month and I'm pissed about it."

"Well did you tell him about me?" Benny asked with a smirk. Susie tore her gaze from the road just long enough to shoot him a narrow-eyed glare.

"That's different," She grumbled, letting out a squawk as he lunged towards her, palms planted on either side of her face, holding her in place as he swiftly planted a firm kiss on her cheek. "I swear to god, I'll crash and we'll both die - is that what you want?"

"Crash into what?" He laughed, glancing out the window at the empty road ahead, nothing surrounding them but miles of fields.

"I'll figure something out."

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With the supplies successfully retrieved, the pair found time to stop for lunch, pulling over in a ditch at the side of the road and sitting on the bonnet. Susie sat cross-legged, battered old boots tucked beneath her thighs as she leaned back against the windscreen, reaching into the paper bag for another sandwich. Benny let out a long sigh, swinging his legs back and forth over the front of the truck, heels thumping against the grille.

"'Nother mission tomorrow," He frowned, peering down into his flask. Susie always made him some tea to go with her own.

Benny hated tea. He drank the whole thing anyway.

"Mhm," She hummed. "Where to?"

"Uh... Bremen? Or something? I think. We don't get told much in advance," Shrugging, he pushed himself backwards, sliding along the bonnet so that he could lean against the window beside her.

Susie nodded, the name unfamiliar to her. "What's it like?" Benny asked after a beat of silence, her head rolling to the side to stare at him. "On the ground, I mean, when we're flying. I never really thought about it."

Her brow furrowed, lip jutting outwards slightly in a frown as she paused to consider this. It wasn't something she'd ever tried to define before - the strange sense of limbo took up so much of her life these days that it had simply become routine, a burden to grow desensitized to.

"I dunno, it's... weird. I mean I'm working a lot of the time, so it's not always, but sometimes you end up just sitting around and waiting and it feels really strange. It's like... everyone knows what could be happening. We know people we care about could be dying, we know we might never see them again, but really you don't know shit. You just have to wait and hope and try not to get in your head about it, 'cause you're completely helpless, and you're not gonna know anything until those planes come back... And then whoever you're waiting for either comes back, or they don't."

Benny had nothing to say to this, not a single word of comfort to offer that could help. It felt selfish to never have considered such a thing, to never have thought of how his absence could have affected those below - how it could have affected Susie.

It was different for him, being in the air, seeing events as they unfolded. Even if the man being shot down was his friend, there was a part of him that could move past it - toss it away somewhere to deal with later and simply get the job done. But their journeys lasted hours - hours of waiting, of sitting and hoping with no way of knowing who would be coming back, forced to take the brunt of every single loss all at once as the planes rolled in together.

He could tell her he wasn't going anywhere - that he'd always make it back.

It wouldn't reassure either of them.

Susie stared down at her lap, picking at her thumbnail the way she always did when she was nervous, when something was bothering her deep down, rotting away at her gut. Benny reached over, gently seizing her hand and tugging it towards him, cradling it with both palms. She watched, unmoving and silent, staring at the motion of his thumb as he rubbed soft circles across the back of her hand.

After a little while, she leant towards him, resting her hair against his shoulder, feeling it rise and fall with every slow, calm breath he took. Susie let her eyes fall shut for a moment. Would they always be like this? Would he always be so tender, so gentle? Then maybe someday she'd truly believe in this, and trust that she hadn't tricked him into loving her, that he truly wanted to take care of her better than she'd managed to herself.

Lifting her head, Susie turned to rest her chin atop his shoulder, unable to fight the urge to smile as he met her gaze, teeth visible through pink lips. He tilted his head to reach her, their foreheads pressed together, the tip of his nose brushing against hers.

"I love you, Susie," He uttered, barely even audible, breath fanning her cheek. "Nothin's gonna change that."

Her grin softened, lips pressed together in a small smile.

"I know."

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Maeve twiddled her fingers in the passenger seat, regulation boots propped up against the dashboard as the truck rolled towards the runway on yet another routine trip, ammunition rattling in the back. Susie gripped the wheel, staring straight ahead and resisting the instinct to look over at the girl, whose gaze she could feel burning into the side of her head.

"You sure you're ok?" Maeve asked. "You seem weird."

"Me? What d'you mean?"

"I dunno," She shrugged. "You just seem different. You're gripping that wheel like your life depends on it."

"Well... it kinda does. I mean, I can crash if you'd prefer."

"Oh, har har," Maeve mocked, smirking. "Anyone told you you're not as funny as you think you are?"

"No one's ever assumed I thought I was funny," Susie snorted, reaching across to smack the girl across the shin. "Now get your feet off my fuckin' truck - who raised you?"

Maeve chuckled, sitting up straight as they reached the runway, pulling up alongside the first bomber, the words 'Our Baby' painted in huge letters across the side. From there they both spied Benny immediately, leaning against one of the wheels, smiling as the familiar truck rolled to a halt. Maeve shot Susie a pointed look, earning a faint slap against the shoulder as they both clambered out, veering around back to unload their supplies.

"Alright, take this one down there," Susie grunted, heaving a crate out of the truck and into Maeve's arms, pointing her in the right direction. "And then come back for another one when you're done."

"On it," She nodded, cropped blonde hair bobbing with every movement of her head as she marched dutifully away.

Turning back to the vehicle, Susie reached for the next box, tugging it halfway out before a sudden pair of hands on her waist caught her by surprise, making her jump. "Jesus!" She huffed, turning to shoot Benny a glare as he beamed behind her. "Thought you'd've learnt from yesterday not to scare me when I'm carrying heavy shit."

"Thought I'd take my chances," He shrugged, pressing his lips to her shoulder as she rolled her eyes, turning away again.

"Dickhead," Susie chuckled, shaking her head.

"Woah, there!" DeMarco exclaimed. "Are you allowed to talk to me like that?"

"Allowed?" She parroted, brow raised. "Don't start acting like you get to tell me what to do."

"Well, I do outrank you," He teased, tugging at her waist so that she faced him again, leaning forward until their faces were scarcely an inch apart.

"Well, I don't care," Susie chuckled, tilting her head up to meet him, their lips connecting in a kiss. His hand was on her cheek almost instantly, and she could feel his smile against her, tugging against the strap of his parachute to keep him close.

A sudden yelp caught them both unawares, the pair bolting apart faster than they'd ever come together, each taking a decisive step back. Maeve had just come around the side of the truck, stopping dead in her tracks at the sight of them, grinning harder than Susie had ever seen her grin before.

"Oh, I knew it!" She cackled, delivering a single clap of elation. "Charlotte's gonna love this."

"Maeve," Susie frowned, tone stern.

"What? Not my fault you're havin' a snog in the exact place you told me to come once I'd finished."

She paused, puffing her cheeks slightly, unable to come up with any argument against that. "Right, well, just get on with it then," Susie ordered, waving her hands as she shooed the girl away. Giggling to herself, Maeve grabbed another crate, disappearing again as she wandered off towards the next bomber along the row.

"She'll be the death of me," Susie muttered, turning back to where Benny was fighting to suppress a smile. "You oughta head off as well then, off you go."

"Yes ma'am. See you in a minute," DeMarco nodded sharply, grinning as he pressed another quick peck to her lips before beginning the jog towards his plane.

"Yeah, whatever," She rolled her eyes teasingly, unable to fight the flush of red creeping into her cheeks as she watched him go.

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It would be nearly six hundred days before Susie Lamb and Bernard DeMarco ever saw each other again.

[weirdbisexualdisaster]

GAAHHH. I'm so late I forgot to post the lil birthday fanfic I made for Ren, I'm so sorry Renren 😭🫶 BUT ANYWAYS HERE IT IS BELOW:

The brightness of the sun practically slapped you in the face as you groaned, and turned on the side to turn off the blaring alarm that was going off on your phone. Still half-asleep, you check the time. "Hmm, why did I set an alarm for this earl- Ren !" You shot up from your bed and rushed to the wardrobe, getting out the best outfit you could find. It was Ren's birthday *and* Valentines day.

That's why you set an alarm. You had planned for him to come round to yours. After getting ready, you quickly rushed to your living room. "Fuck. It's still messy." You quickly got to cleaning up your place, and managed to finish just in time for a knock on the door. A smile appeared on your face as you walked over to the door, and opened it.

"Mornin'" Ren was stood there in all of his attractive and tall glory. "Morning. Right, give me a sec !" You rushed back to the couch to grab the gift, and gave it to him. "Happy birthday ! And happy Valentines day." Ren's eyes widened slightly, before it was replaced with that smile of his and he took the gift from you. "Angel...thank you."

"Just having you with me on my birthday would have been enough, (Y/n)." Ren said as he pulled away and grasped a hold of your hand. With a smile you gave his hand a squeeze. "Are you ready to go, Angel ?" You nodded and grabbed your keys from the bowl and the bag that was on the side and left your apartment with Ren.

"Rennn. I wanted to pay." You said with a pout as he took you to a seat. "It's valentines day, Angel. I'm allowed to spoil you." With a fake glare you huffed and sat down. "It's *your* birthday, Ren." He sighed and sat down, moving a hand onto yours. "How about this, the next place we go to, you can pay, is that okay, Angel ?" Satisfied you nodded.

"Yes. You better not go against your word, birthday boy. Or no kisses." It was his turn to pout and it made you giggle a bit. "I know you wouldn't go against your word, silly. Don't worry. You'll get all of the kisses." Just to prove this, you grabbed his hand and lifted it to your lips, and placed a kiss on the back of his hand. "Happy Valentines day, love." Ren's face heated up at that, and he smiled. "Happy Valentines day Angel." He muttered as he leaned over the table, cupping your cheek and kissed you gently.

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Ren/Redacted is @cutiesigh creation for the game @14dayswithyou :D ALSO I HAVE NO IDEA HOW WELL IN CHARACTER THIS IS 😭🫶