#I don't want to give any of this away but I feel like I should warn that it's a little dark

[nochepsicodelica]

♡ ʕ˶´• ᴥ •`˶ʔ ♡

"Toji, do you love me?" You ask, as if he isn't curled up with you, his head resting on your shoulder so that he can see the stupid videos that pop up on your feed.

"Why would you even ask me that?" He mutters, tilting his head up to look at you.

"You're taking forever to respond. Oh... my heart," you say, your voice forcefully strained while clutching your chest as if you're pained.

"Don't start--"

"It's crumblingggg," you cry out, dramatically. "Oh god, it hurts so much, Toji! How could you? Is this how it feels to have love taken away? I should go outside and tie myself to a pole and see if there are any takers. Maybe, someone will actually want me and give me a warm, safe, and loving home." You give him a hopeful smile. "Yeah... that sounds nice and peaceful."

"Uh-huh, sure. Too bad you're not going anywhere. You get me and our warm, safe, and loving home." You huff, childishly, at that, to which Toji grins. "You know I love your dramatic ass. You keep asking if we can get a dog, but you're basically like if a husky turned human."

You gasp at that, playfully offended, and stare at him in disbelief. "I'll be waiting for your apology," you say, putting your hood on and turning your back to him.

"Baby, come on," he pleads, chuckling. "Come on. You're not mad at me."

"I am. I'm furious," you say, monotonously. "You shouldn't even look at me right now. I'm ferocious," you add, trying not to laugh at your own word choice.

"Yeah? You're a scary thing, right now, 'cause I made you mad?"

"Mhm," you hum, in response, and continue to scroll and watch videos without him.

"Hmm..." He leans over and snatches your phone out of your hands, tossing it towards the end of the bed. You feel helpless as he smoothly pulls your hood off, flips you onto your back, and straddles you. Your arms are pinned beside your head, by his enormous paws. You've been somewhat manhandled into surrender and all you can do is laugh as you look up at him.

"This is your ferociousness?" Toji asks, with a dumb grin on his face when you simply nod and press your lips together, to do a horrible job of stifling your amusement. "I'm so strong and brave, huh?" Again, you nod, unable to contain the giggles that spill out. "What if I... I don't know..." he murmurs, leaning down, closer to you. "Just gave you a little..."

The distance between your lips is closed off by Toji's lips pressing against yours—a slow, savored kiss, that makes your hands go limp beside you. He is utterly disarming, even against your faux grumpiness.

He hums something low against your lips when your laughter begins to bubble up once again. "Mm... You were never mad at me, were you?" Toji asks.

"And if I was?" You say, a gleam of mischief in your eyes and a sly smirk on your face.

"I'll kiss you, again. Is that really what you want?" He says, as if it's a threat.

"You know it. Kiss me, sugar lips," you say, amusedly.

"Why are you like this?" He mutters, rolling off of you and positioning himself beside you on the bed.

"Fine, gravel lips. Rock salt lips, sandpaper lips—is that what you want me to call you instead?" You ask, turning over to face him.

He slings an arm over your waist and pulls you in close. The scent of his body wash smells warmer as it mingles with his body heat. It's relaxing, fitting for the lazy day you've both indulged in. "You don't mean it," he responds, smugly. "I was sugar lips before you decided you wanted to hurt my feelings."

"Whatever," you mutter, rolling your eyes.

"Love you, sassy baby," he says, teasingly. "Don't ever doubt it. Now, where were you going with that question?"

"Well, it was going to be built up to me asking you if you have a Valentine, but then you crapped all over it. Now, it's not cute and it stinks. My plan reeks of failure."

"There's my dramatic girl," Toji utters under his breath, a chuckle rumbling in his chest. "Why don't you try again?" He says, smiling with amusement. "I'll even play along, alright?"

You sigh, as if it's going to take forever to pick up from where you left off, but nonetheless prepare to retry.

"Okay, fine," you start off, a soft sigh leaving your lips. "You love me, Toji?" You ask once more, already trying not to laugh at the focus he holds on you, like he's answering a survey.

"You know I do," he responds.

"Okay. Are you busy on the fourteenth of February?"

"Not that I know of."

"Are you interested in doing something that day?"

"Yeah, you, but go on," he says, smoothly.

"Toji," you chide, with a giggle. "Be serious."

"Fine, fine. Uh, yeah. I am," he answers. "Gotta treat my baby real nice, don't I?" He says, with a smirk.

You press your lips together, and compose yourself before asking the next question. "Do you have a Valentine?"

He tilts his head and deadpans, as if you're playing some sort of joke on him. "Ma."

"Just answer the question, Toji," you whisper, like you're breaking out of the questionnaire you made for him. "Do you have a Valentine?" You repeat, in your normal voice.

"Yeah, I got a Valentine," Toji says, his eyes trailing down your face, to your lips and back up to meet your eyes, again. His hand slides under your sweater and grabs ahold of your bare waist. He loves the layer of goosebumps that rises on your skin when he touches you. You're just so reactive to him. "She's basically an actress with how dramatic she is. It cracks me up, 'cause it's like talking to one of those screaming huskies she's always showing me on her phone." He grins, ready for you to go off, again. "Look at her, look at her. She's about to do it, right now," he says, lowly, his eyes glued to your squinted ones.

"Hmph. If you want me gone, just say so. Here I am, trying to ask you out on a date for Valentine's Day. Trying to show you all my love and affection and... and ugh—you don't care about my effort. You don't care about how romantic I am. So, you know what you're getting instead of wined and dined?"

"What's that, mama?" Toji asks, attempting to stay serious through your little dramatic fit.

"A big pile of nothing. No chocolates, not even a rose. And then at night, i'm gonna make a pillow wall between us, so you can't touch me. I had a gooood surprise for you, too, but you won't get it, until... uhh... I haven't decided, but it won't be on Valentine's Day," you assure.

"Baby," Toji coos, smirking at the light grumpiness in your features.

"No," you grumble, with a huff.

"Pretty baby. My pretty, pretty Valentine," he murmurs, the corners of his lips curling when he sees your facade crumbling. "Oh," he utters, with a soft, barely audible gasp. "Look at that little smile. It's getting bigger... and bigger... and-"

"Stop!" You cry out, through a laugh. Toji takes that as an invitation to pull you in even closer. To see your sunshine-like smile up close and hear more of those uncontrollable giggles as he tries to kiss you.

"Don't turn away from my sugar lips. Kiss 'em," he instructs, reaching for your jaw. With ease, he makes you face him again, soft laughter still spilling past your lips. "Be nice," he says, his voice a low purr. "You're my good girl, right? You'll let me kiss you?"

You sigh, defeated, and stop resisting his affection. "Yeah," you mumble, a confirmation for both statements.

"You're an angel," he murmurs, before connecting your lips once again. You feel his thumb stroking your side, causing your heart to race and goosebumps to surface on your skin all over again. They spread even more when his hand travels towards your back, his fingertips running up and down your spine.

His kisses are soft and slow, yet, still manage to bring heat to your cheeks. You know that if breathing wasn't necessary, he would spend hours on just kissing you, nonstop. Kissing until your lips feel raw and miserably bruised—tender to the touch. Until just the act of him leaning in for a mere peck, has you putting your hands up to his chest to stop him before he gets to your lips, again.

With a soft, final smack of your brushing lips, Toji breaks the kiss. "Say," he drawls, a sly smirk forming on his lips, "do you have a Valentine, sweetness?"

You hum, like you're thinking thoroughly about the question. "No, unfortunately," you respond, wiping the smirk off his face in an instant.

"Baby, you have to answer the question honestly," he whispers, mimicking the way you did before. You crack a grin and nod, compliantly. "So... you got a Valentine, doll?" He repeats, in his normal voice.

"No, I haven't been asked," you respond.

Toji scoffs. "Really?"

"Yeah, you said to answer honestly. I asked you to be my Valentine, but you haven't asked me."

"You asked if I have a Valentine," he corrects. "See, you're not being entirely honest with me," he says, shaking his head and clicking his tongue in disbelief.

"Will you be my Valentine, Toji?" You ask, trying incredibly hard to stay serious, though your lips are quivering, giving away the laughter you're suppressing.

"Yeah, i'll be your Valentine, pretty. Will you be my Valentine?" He asks, in return.

"Yes, i'll be your Valentine," you answer.

"Great. And those plans you made for Valentine's Day... are we still on for that?"

You laugh. He looks like he's genuinely hoping you were joking about shutting it all down.

"Of course we are, baby. The plans were never cancelled. I didn't think you actually believed me."

"You're cold for that, ma. Ice cold," Toji grumbles, earning a chime of your laughter. His hand comes out from under your sweater and travels lower and lower until he's able to grab the back of your thigh and lift your leg over his hip. "Let me warm you up."

[witherby]

Wait I kinda wanna see mousy’s blow up 🤭

You can absolutely see the blow up 😏

The Littlest Wayne: Boiling Point

The post that inspired this response is Here!

Masterlist is Here!

You can't remember what started the argument. An errant comment, some joke in poor taste, an accusatory question — it could have been anything. All you know is that you said something you felt was important, Damian ignored it, Tim dismissed it, and Dick acted like you hadn't said it to begin with, and now you're livid and don't want to finish your dinner.

"May I be excused," you say to Alfred, already pushing your chair back from the table before he can respond. Your grandfather gives you a concerned look, but nods.

"Shall I bring something up to you later, young master?" He asks. You don't know if you'll have any appetite by then, but you agree anyway to spare his feelings.

"Where are you going?" Bruce asks, frowning as you stand to leave. "I haven't seen you in a week, honey. Even if you're not hungry, can you sit a while?"

"Whose fault is that," you snap. The room gets real quiet after that, a mixture of surprise and incredulity painting your father's face.

"Excuse me?"

"I'm not making you go anywhere, dad," you scowl, "if you missed me then you'd find the time to see me."

"Hold on. I don't think that's very fair," Hal speaks up, reaching for your hand. You pull it away from him. "Mouse —"

"It's fine," you say, "the needs of the many outweigh the needs of one. I'm well aware. It's fine. We'll spend time together some other day. Go stop a robbery or rescue some damsels or something."

"What's with the 'tude, Flitty?" Dick pipes up, standing to block the door. "Pump the brakes for a sec. Talk to us."

"Talk to you? What, so when you inevitably forget this conversation happened you can pretend we never had it to begin with?" You sneer at your brother, looking him up and down. "No thanks. I'm not interested in being gaslit today."

"Gaslit?" Dick balks, looking like you struck him. "I've never —"

"Let them go, Dick," Tim says, twirling a bite of pasta around his fork. "It's just hormones. They'll go back to normal by tomorrow."

"Oh, of course it's just hormones," you scoff, whirling around to point a finger at Tim. "If it's got a logical explanation it's not worth dwelling on. Isn't that right? I can't be upset because I'm just going through puberty! There's no way it's acceptable for me to be upset over anything! My feelings don't matter, so they should be swept under the rug, just like your parents did to you!"

Tim drops his fork in surprise. A bit of pasta sauce hits Damian's check, and he grabs his napkin with an irritated grumble.

"This is such nonsense," the boy mutters.

"Everything that doesn't interest you personally is nonsense," you hiss at your youngest brother. "God forbid someone try to share their love for a hobby that's outside of what you find enjoyable. If the Blood Son doesn't give it his seal of approval, it's not worth the effort! Honestly, I should feel grateful you've blessed us with your presence at all! Surely your inferior siblings are barely worth your invaluable time!"

Your heart's racing. All the little, irritating things about your family that's been piling up inside you are spilling out. Your anger turns the internal hurt into external jabs and low blows, the darkest part of you wanting them to feel just a fraction of your pain at how flippantly they treat you sometimes.

"Sorry, did that upset you, Dami? Aww, it's okay! Like Tim says, it's just an emotional response brought on by some underlying factor! It won't last so it's not worth devoting your time to! And if you're like Dicky, you can just wave it away and say it never happened, no matter what you show him to prove it did! Maybe if you hadn't had the time to make it to dinner and spent weeks or months rushing off to do something more important at the start, you wouldn't have to sit through this conversation at all! Hope that helps!"

A hand comes down on your shoulder, silencing your rant. You whip around to find Jason staring down at you with a heartbroken frown. He looks so genuinely upset that any remaining anger dissipates immediately.

"Mousey," he whispers, "stop. Take a breath."

He looks so blurry. You blink a couple times and realize your panting and crying. No one will look you directly in the eyes except for Alfred, who's visibly tired. There's pity in his eyes.

It stings. God. Everything stings. Your face flushes with color as you realize what you've said and done. You want the earth to open up and swallow you.

It doesn't have to be the earth.

Before anyone can protest, your shadow wraps around your ankles and drags you down, then dissipates.

"Mouse, don't —" Jason kneels on the floor, just a hair too slow. "Fuck."

[jack-of-heartstrings]

OH HOLY SHIT, ANARKA FANART??? This literally made my morning. I absolutely adore her and I never see this level of appreciation. She looks amazing!!!

I'm not sure about the past stuff, given Crocoduel goes out of its way to make it clear there was some huge miscommunication. It's very likely neither of their stories is quite the truth. But he says their record saved him after she left him, and she says it tore them apart, so it SOUNDS LIKE something might have happened where either they were "taking a break" or he wildly misunderstood her being upset with him as leaving him or something, and she didn't think it was over but he did, and then he went and got famous on his own, and she took it as going behind her back/abandoning her. Or something?

It would... honestly be kind of grimly funny if her pregnancy was directly a factor, too. She has anger issues even now. I could fully imagine her getting worse because early hormones and neither of them realized yet that was why. Either way, given Jagged knew Luka's name and how Anarka adamantly refused to talk about him, I kind of assume it was her choice to be full no-contact. A stubborn "I don't want your money. You made it clear you didn't want to be part of this family and I don't want you around in any capacity." Dumbass goes on to write My Guitar Is My Only Family to vent his feelings about that with no idea his kids will grow up loving the song. 😔

EITHER WAY...

God I love her. Like... One of the writers described her as "the mom everyone wants unless she's yours." She's fascinating to me.

She clearly does still have anger issues, but "your sister and I are the only ones I've never wanted to throw overboard." I still have to imagine that's a big part of why Juleka's so timid and Luka's so emotionally mature. That even if it wasn't aimed at them, Juleka still grew up watching her go off on other people and never wanted to risk adding to her stress. That Luka is like this partly due to learning to watch for times Juleka was holding her tongue, and partly because he himself was more stubborn and abrasive for a while. That Anarka always did her best to keep herself more in check when dealing with the kids but she and Luka still used to get into arguments about things like her refusing to disclose any information about their dad, leading to him often running off to the bridge to calm down, like he's mentioned to Marinette. And that learning to accept and process all that has led to his "it's not worth it" and walking away faster from arguments now.

I still imagine she's always done her best and succeeded for the most part. She supports the kids in everything they want to do. I've been a little feral over the cameo in Sublimation showing her teaching music and fully want to believe that's been her job for a long time, in other schools, because yeah that makes sense. Turning her passion into a more mundane job that helps other people... And that makes Luka's dream of not being a musician but giving other people the gift of music in another way that much better. 🥹

Also?

Her name is Anarka Couffaine. LIKE... It can be loosely translated as "Anarchy of the coffin" (/"from the grave"?) AND it's a pun on acouphène / "tinnitus". I am 1,000% convinced this woman as a musician gave herself the edgiest stage name imaginable, legally changed it, and then just casually passed that name onto her kids. Her name was probably like, Nancy or something. (Anything "less cool" could work but that one could explain Jagged calling her Nanarky.) She just straight up went "I make my own rules" and then she did forever.

Also the Liberty is just insanely cool on its own. Delighted that it immediately became the designated Hangout Spot from its introduction onward as it should. Anarka just letting twenty kids casually come and go at all hours like. God I love her.

Young Anarka

I dunno… Like

Her past intrigued me the most out of all the adult characters, and I can't understand her mix with Jagged. Like, he cheated on her and she got pregnant? They had an open relationship? Or did they only share intimacy? Why did she never tell her kids about their father? And why didn't their father pay child support lmao…

[bunny-jpeg]

quenching a thirst

daniel ricciardo

request: is there any possibility to have 2 and 10 with daniel for the valentines ask? 2. “i’ve never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly.” + 10. “we’re in public, you know.”

tags: smut/pwp, semi-public sex (in a closet), assistant!reader, secret relationship, oral sex (reader receives), quick & messy, hair pulling

eros (the valentine's collection)

"danny." you said as you placed your hands on his chest. it only encouraged him to lean in closer to you. you said a little more sternly, "danny."

"no one is watching, just one kiss. i want to taste that lip gloss of yours when i talk to the reporters." he licked his lips. you hated that there was something about him that made you flustered. flirting came natural to him and it made you feel warm all over.

you held onto your clipboard in your free hand and said, "and they could come bargaining in at any second. you want to be on the news for being at this charity event, not for kissing your assistant." but daniel still captured your lips in his.

when he pulled away, he licked his lips and said, "mmm, apple pie."

but you knew one kiss wouldn't calm down daniel's need for you. one kiss turned into two and two often turned into three rounds of sex in the closest bad you could find. you knew you had every chance to say no, but the charm of daniel ricciardo was undeniable.

even when he got on your nerves at times. you gave him several small kisses and one long make-out session with his tongue in your mouth before he was able to do his interviews. you tried to deny the heat between your legs while you watched him from the sidelines. you could see the slight shine on his lips, obvious from your kisses.

you had been secretly seeing daniel for about six months. you had been his assistant for over a year and a half, all that time together let something bloom between you two. nights spent between races, the home-cooked meals you made him try, that one time you held his hand while he got his newest tattoo.

you two were close and daniel loved you. which was why he yearned for your kisses. and why he whined when you refused to give him more. he was insatiable at times, but yet it made you flustered. like when he kissed you and ran his tongue across your bottom lip.

"we're in public you know." you said as you ended up pressed against the wall of a hallway. you moaned into another kiss when he pinched you behind.

you knew it didn't actually matter. you could publicly date him with little to no fuss. but you didn't want people to think you got your job because you were sleeping with your boss. daniel understood, he respected that you wanted to be seen with integrity. but that didn't lessen his need for your kisses and your love.

"sorry, babe." he said sweetly, "i like when you make sure i'm well taken care of. i feel like i should do the same considering how needy you get."

you chuckled, warmed by his words, "what do you me to say? i've never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly? get on my knees for you." you held onto his strong shoulders. you were totally smitten.

the allure he had over you, you were both alone in the hallway with his lips on yours. he said lowly, "i want you. i want to taste you. i don't think i can wait till we get back home." his large hands were on your hips. he held you close and licked his top lip.

"you're insatiable, ricciardo."

he leaned in further, "i know, but you love me. just like how i love you." you quickly ended up in a supply closet with your back up against a few shelves.

"fuck." you whispered as daniel quickly and quietly closed the door and turned on the low light. even in the dim light he looked good, you eyes him as he got to his knees and hiked up your short skirt. you covered your mouth as he pulled your panties down and exposed your pussy to him.

"look at you." he mused quietly, "you look so good. i et you taste so sweet. when i was talking to the press i thought about you. how i'd rather be back home with my head between your thighs." and chuckled before he heard you quietly moan.

"danny." you said and tensed up as he kissed your pussy. he held onto your soft thighs with your skirt pushed up to your waist and your panties to your ankles. you leaned further against the shelves.

his tongue was talented, and with a pussy as perfect as yours he only wanted to make you feel good. he groaned against your cunt and licked at it. he could feel heat in his body, the air in the cramped space got warmer. his cock throbbed in his jeans. he held on a little tighter and pressed his nose further into your sex.

your wetness stained his lips more than your lip gloss did earlier. while daniel liked the apple pie flavour, your pussy tasted better. you moaned and tried to keep yourself composed. you couldn't be too loud or else people would start to get curious. you covered your mouth once more with one hand and held onto his short dark hair with the other.

daniel groaned against your pussy when you gave his hair a short tug. he licked your stiff clit and felt an electric feeling move through him. you tasted divine. he pressed further, he couldn't get enough. your pussy was the most divine of tastes and it made daniel eager to have more.

his attention on your clit made your body tense up as pleasure raced through you. "danny." you said in a hushed tone, "right there, fuck. i love when you tease my clit." you shakily exhaled and held onto his hand with both hands now. it all felt overwhelming in the best way possible, but you couldn't cause a scene right now.

you didn't want to be public with your relationship at that time, you knew what a hard launch was. but you didn't want to launch your relationship because someone cause daniel's head between your legs!

he looked up at you and dragged his tongue messily across your cunt. your wetness drooled down his chin. he was a messy eater. it was endearing, almost cute. you felt a wobble in your knees as he admired you for a moment before he went back to orally pleasuring you.

you felt the lingering heat in your body and swore under your breath. his large hands held onto your thighs and he licked your sopping wet sex. you whimpered as his movements and you knew you weren't going to last much longer.

daniel felt the strain in his jeans as he continued to pleasure your pussy with a talented eagerness. he could feel the pre-cum stain the front of his briefs. he couldn't care less. not when he had a mission. your eager noises only pulled him in closer and he loved how you tasted. it was like a taste of heaven and your noises were angel choirs, it made his heart sing. it felt good as he applied more pressure to his movements and then felt you quiver around him.

in a cramped storage room, daniel feasted on your beautifully slick cunt and your hushed pleasured noises. you felt blissed out as he only worked himself harder against you.

daniel loved you, that was certain. he knew it from the bottom of his heart. he ached for you, needed to be close to you. even when you tried to do your job. you held on a little tighter and pushed your pussy up against him. he could feel your love through your pussy up against his face.

"please. fuck, yes." you near squeaked as the pleasure reached its pack. you shakily exhaled in an attempt to hold back a moan. silence was key. it was heated in the closet, the sweat dampened your back as your breathed heavily.

daniel's moan was muffled by your pussy and felt the tension in your thighs. he gave you one last lick and felt your orgasm cross through you. he looked up and watched you have to cover your mouth as you came. your knees shook as the intense feeling washed over you. a small noise spilled from his lips. you cursed under your breath as you relaxed a little.

daniel pulled away and wiped his wet mouth with the back of his hand. he chuckled lightly and let himself remain excited. he grinned at you, "pretty girl." then helped you back into your panties before he pushed your skirt down over your thighs.

"i'm not making this a habit." you said pointedly. daniel got back to his feel, he kissed you on the cheek before he wiped his wet mouth.

"of course." he wrapped his arms around you, "next time we'll just leave easily and i can see how loud you can get." then winked.

you playfully pushed his chest, "you're insatiable, danny."

"i know, but only for you." <3

[maybanksprincess]

secrets n' promises

warnings: cheating (dont do that), fwb-ish, kissing, p in v sex, hickies, pussy slapping, neck biting, dom!jj obviously

pairings: fwb!jj maybank x fem!reader

lia's note — okay so i randomly got the idea to make this fic at like 4am, so this is random! i need to stop staying up so late! :(

he ruts into you agonizingly slow. its almost torturous the way he's rolling his hips at an angle to hit that sweet spot inside of you he knows all to well.

you knew better. you have a boyfriend, and he should be the one fucking you into ecstasy like this, but no. its JJ maybank, it always has been. he has control over your body and he knows it. you can just tell with every confident roll of his hips.

you cant help but let out defeated whimpers, leaning up on your elbows to watch his cock slide in and out of you. he brings his thumb down to rub on your clit, his other hand holding rested beside your head to hold himself up.

"that feels good, doesn't it sweetheart?" he coos, applying more pressure to your swollen and sensitive bud, a cocky smirk plastered on his handsome face.

"yes," you moan out, laying flat on your back again, looking into his dark blue eyes that meet yours.

in one swift movement, he grabs your cheeks with one hand, pulling your face towards his. "yes what?" he stills his thrusts inside of you, waiting for your answer.

"y-yes daddy." you squeak, nervous but also aroused under his possessive gaze.

"thats my good girl," he says, pressing a kiss to your neck, his lips featherlight against your skin as he starts to rut into your sore cunt again, your breasts bouncing with every rough movement.

you start to turn to mush beneath him, your eyes fluttering shut from the immense pleasure he was causing, your legs turning to putty as they shake weakly for the umpteenth time tonight.

this doesn't go unnoticed by him, in fact he eats that shit up. he was the one making you feel this good; he was the one making your legs shake from sensitivity. not your lame ass boyfriend.

his featherlight kisses turn from soft to more firm and demanding. then to small nips and bites, leaving dark red bruises on your neck to show who you belong to. him.

"this pussy is mine, y'know that don't you mama?" he asks, already knowing your answer. you'd always agree no matter what it was, because it was him.

"its yours." you whimper, tears starting to brim in your eyes, threatening to spill at any moment. they were tears of pure ecstasy. you felt like you were in heaven, you could feel his cock hitting your cervix with every deep thrust, his tip brushing against it just enough to make your eyes roll.

he can feel his head spinning with lust. he could feel you clenching around him, squeezing him so tight to the point it almost hurts. but its a good kind of pain, he likes it, and never wants it to stop.

he moves his head up from your neck to your lips, claiming your mouth in a possessive kiss, sliding his tongue inside your mouth with force.

"mine, all fucking mine." he chants, his hand comes down to your pussy, giving it a firm slap, earning a loud moan from your throat, causing your pussy to flutter around him.

"say it baby," he grunts, "say you're never letting that fucking prick around this pussy again." he says, pulling away from the kiss to breathe, his thrusts becoming rougher and more intense, all of the gentleness from before gone.

"never ever again," you cant help but throw your head back, giving him easy access to your neck once more. "this is s' much better." your chest heaves with pleasure, your orgasm ready to rip through at any moment.

"give it to me baby, let me feel it." he groans, "let me feel you milk my cock, sweetheart." he buries his face in your neck again, putting his teeth and tongue hard to work, biting and nipping at your supple flesh.

without another word, your orgasm washes through you, your legs shaking and your chest rising and falling as you try to catch your breath. the only thing you can focus on is the intense pleasure going on, not thinking about anything else other than JJ.

he finishes not long after you, pulling out to shoot thick ropes of his cum onto your stomach and thighs, lathering them with his seed. he takes a moment to admire his work, a dazed smirk forming onto his face.

before he can say anything, your phone buzzes repeatedly, the moment interrupted. damn, you should really silence that thing.

you grab your phone to check who'd be texting this late, checking your notifications to find 15 calls and 7 texts from your boyfriend. you had totally forgotten about you guys' plans.

instead you were at jj's house getting your brains fucked out. what were you supposed to tell him?

your thoughts were interrupted by him calling again, his contact name covering the screen.

you let out a surprised noise when jj suddenly manhandles you onto your stomach, hands behind your back, you could already sense what he was about to do. you were nervous but turned on at the same time.

"answer it," he says bluntly, "I want this loser to hear how good im fucking my girl."

lia's note — once again, this was written at 4am, please naur hate !! tyyy 😚 this lowkey sucks but i need to post so here you guys go !

[darknight3904]

All Too Well

Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your tension with Joel comes to a head as you make a confession that will change your relationship with him forever.

Warnings: Smut 18+ Langauge, oral (F receiving) , one thigh slap, p in v, Joel being super into boobs

Word Count: 3.5k

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July 2024

Joel stands a mere five feet from you. His chest heaves a bit, like he's dashed out of the bar to catch you. His hands rest on his hips as he leans on one leg.

"Didn't anyone ever tell you it's rude to leave a man on the dance floor?"

You look down at the grass and rock back and forth on the balls of your feet.

"Sorry." You say earnestly, "Just needed some air."

Joel shakes his head, "It's alright, sweetheart, Y'just scared me it's all. Thought you might've been getting sick or something."

You shake your head. No, you're not sick. He's considerate to ask though. Ellie had a nasty stomach bug a week and a half ago, you had become her in-home nurse and spoon-fed her thin chicken broth until she could eat solids again.

"You gonna tell me what's wrong then?" Joel asks

You curse him. He always seems to know when something is off with you. Even here in the low light of the streetlights in Jackson, he could see you were thinking.

Yeah, thinking about him.

"It's nothing." You brush him off, "I think I'll just go back home and take a shower. You should go back to the party, though, I bet Tommy misses you."

Joel catches you by the elbow as you go to turn away from him again.

"Now, hold on. It's clear I've upset you, tell me what's wrong." He prods, "Lay it on me, I can handle it."

You scoff. Yeah right. He couldn't handle it in 2003, what made him think he'd be able to accept it now.

"Just let me go." You huff, pulling at your arm

"No, Not 'til you tell me what's wrong." Joel's grip tightens, not enough to bruise, but firm enough so you feel his fingers leaving indents in your skin.

You struggle again for a moment before relenting. Fine, if he wanted to know, he was going to know. No sense in hiding it until one of you dies or gets munched on by a Clicker.

"It's you, Joel." You say

"Me?" He asks, dropping your arm, confusion taking over his stupidly handsome face.

"You're the fucking problem." You point your finger into his chest for good measure, "Giving me all these nicknames and letting me sleep in your bed. You're under my fucking skin and I can't get over you."

Joel is looking at you like you've lost it. Good, maybe if he thinks you're crazy, he'll leave you alone, and you can get over him.

"You don't like it when I do those things for you? Want me to stop, cuz I will." Joel says, his anger beginning to rise to meet yours.

You groan, deep down, you really don't know what you want. Maybe you do. God, it was all so fucked up, falling for him again, you were losing it.

"No! I just...I don't..." You huff, wrapping your arms around your body, "I can't keep going like this. Pretending like it's all platonic because it's not."

Here goes nothing, no taking this one back.

"I'm in love with you, Joel. I'm fucking obsessed with you, and your nicknames, teasing, and constant worry over me aren't helping."

Joel is quiet as he takes it all in, you can practically see the gears turning in his head. You squeeze your arms around your body, digging your fingers into your arms til it burns.

"I-I know you dumped me for a reason, I get it, I do." You stammer, "I can get over my feelings again, I'll do it again, I swear..."

Joel finally finds his voice as he gives you a one-word reply, "No."

You ignore him and continue your warpath, "Look, let's just pretend I never said any of this, okay. I'll move back to my house and we can keep being friends."

Your voice practically dies in your throat as you add, "Please, just don't...leave me again."

"I'm not goin' anywhere." Joel sighs deeply and takes a step forward. His natural scent invades your nose as he takes your face in his hands.

"You're crazy, y'know that, girl."

"If you're gonna ridicule me, you can let go and do it further away." You huff in annoyance. You'd just laid your soul bare for this man, and the first thing he does is call you crazy. The audacity he had.

"Now, let me finish." He says sternly

"You can't take your confession back," A small smile plays on his lips. "Because I am just as fucking obsessed with you, baby."

You scoff, yeah, right, he was fucking with you. Joel's thumb runs a soothing path across your cheek,

"I'm not lying, scouts honor." He says

"You weren't even a boy scout." You remind him. thinking back to what you knew about Joel's childhood.

"Hmph, you're right about that one," Joel gives you a coy smile, "Guess I'll just have to show ya then,"

His voice drops a bit and you swear your heart skips a beat,

"Let me show how fucking in love with you I am, baby..."

Before you have a chance to blink, his lips are brushing yours. Your eyes flutter shut, and you tilt your head a bit to deepen the kiss. Joel lets out a deep groan when your hands come up to brush through the hair at the back of his neck.

Joel pulls back to rest his forehead against yours, "Still think I'm lyin' to ya?"

A giggle escapes your lips as you shake your head, and he steals another kiss from you.

"I was in love with you again the moment I saw ya shoveling horse shit when I first got here." He confesses, "Couldn't believe you were still alive."

You snort and pull back from him to look him in the eye, "Cuz the overalls and rubber boots I wore are so attractive. Besides, if you were so into me again, why'd you say you didn't know me to Ellie?"

Joel's eyes soften as he takes in your determined look, you want the truth, not some half-assed excuse.

"I dunno," Joel mumbles, his eyes dropping down to the neckline of your dress.

You scoff as he looks away, here he is not owning up to anything.

"Are you fucking kidding me, Joel? You're a fuckin-"

"I'm sorry." He blurts out, "For all of it. I'm sorry for dumpin' ya before the world ended, I was a real dick, baby. Mailing your shit back like that. I shouldn't have done that."

You hum, in acknowledgment, looking up into his deep brown eyes.

Joel leans in and presses a kiss to your forehead, "Shouldn't have said I didn't know ya to Ellie when we got here either, don't know what I was thinking."

"I get it, if ya change your mind. I'll let you go, just say the word and I'll let you go, I swear. You deserve better than I can offer anyway, I had my chance and blew it already."

You shake your head, no you don't want that.

"What part of I'm fucking obsessed with you, don't you get?" You breathily ask, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.

Joel smiles, basking in your forgiveness. Here you were, finally standing in front of him, your feelings laid bare to each other. It's a small step, just letting your fears of the past go yet you feel infinitely lighter now, wrapped up in him.

Your hands fiddle with the buttons on his shirt and curl into the soft fabric. You suddenly feel unbearably hot but you get it now, why love drove so many people mad. Joel's soft gaze on you had your chest buzzing with and excitement you couldn't quite name.

"You wanna go back to your house?" You ask hopefully

"You mean our house?"

"Right, our house." You softly correct yourself

Joel gives you a nod and a smile, Course I do, darlin' lead the way."

You and Joel nearly faceplant three times as the two of you fumble your way up the steps to your shared bedroom. Joel catches you after you stumble over a pair of his discarded jeans from earlier.

"I'll clean that up," Joel says apologetically, kicking them to the side.

"Later." You breathe as his lips tickle the soft skin on your neck

"Later." He parrots with a smile into your skin

You let yourself fall onto the bed, welcoming it's softness and the way it smells of Joel. Before you can miss him, he's hovering over you, stealing kisses from your lips and letting his hands begin to wander across your form.

"Fuck..." Joel sighs as his hands squeeze at your chest.

"You alright up there?" You tease, he sounds so utterly wrecked and you've barely begun.

Joel gives you a playful glare, "You don't fucking know how long I've been waiting to feel these, baby. Been thinking about it since we went to that Macy's."

"My bra shopping got you going, huh?" You tease

Joel grumbles in annoyance and presses a kiss to the skin of your collarbone,

"You're real mean, y'know that."

"You poor baby," You laugh, throwing his nickname back at him, "You'll be alright."

You want to tease him some more, he's so easy to make fun of like this. Your words die in your throat when Joel presses his knee against your core through your dress.

"Not laughing anymore," Joel notes as he fixes his attention on your neck, his hands pulling your cardigan off your body.

Your hands undo the buttons of the shirt he's been teasing you with all night, and you push it off his broad shoulders. Finally, at long last, his torso is all yours to admire.

"Quit staring." Joel orders, "Nothin' there to admire."

"I beg to differ." You smile

Joel scoffs as he leans down to let his lips capture yours as hands roam up your back, searching for the zipper to your dress. Your resolve loosens as your hands curl against the soft skin of his chest, fuck you were really going to do this.

The loud hiss of your still zipped dress as you break the kiss, your eyes begin to swim with fear. That's right, sex with Joel also meant being naked with Joel.

"You want me to stop?" Joel asks, freezing

"No, I don't." You honestly say, "I just..."

"Take your time," Joel says, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips, and then to your cheek

Your breaths come out shaky as you speak again, "Just scared you won't like what you see. I don't look like I used to."

"Are you fucking with me?" Joel laughs

"No." You groan, thinking of how your scars ruined your skin, and how age had filled your curves out.

"Baby, you could be neon green under this dress, and I wouldn't care." He presses a kiss to your cheek, "l love your scars, I promise."

Your face warms in embarrassment, how did he say stuff like that so easily, "You haven't even seen them yet."

"Don't gotta," Joel promises, "They're a part of you, I know I'll love them."

It isn't much just a simple sentence, but that's all it takes for fear to be banished from your mind as you smile up at him.

"Take my dress off, Joel." You say

"Yes, ma'am." Joel teases as his fingers find the zipper once more.

Joel pulled your dress from you, delighting to see that you'd forgone a bra with said dress. His hands ran over the raised pink lines and gently caressed your hips and soft belly.

"Even prettier than the last time I saw ya." He assures

Your clothes disappeared onto the floor as Joel disappeared from above you, only to reappear between your thighs, kneeling in front of you. One big hand snuck between your legs as he teased you through your panties. His fucking mouth locked onto the skin of your thighs whispering dirty things into the skin there.

Bold as ever, he slipped his hand under your panties and let his thumb brush over your sensitive clit while two fingers slipped lower and teased your hole.

"Fucking soaked." Joel comments as you blush, "Can I take these off?"

You nod, eager to get out of the suffocating underwear.

Without the restriction of clothing, he was able to latch his mouth to your needy clit. His fingers teased your slit as he ran them along the soft flesh there, teasing but never entering.

"Joel..." You gasp, your hand wrapping around his wrist, unsure if you want him to stop or keep going.

"All mine." He whispers as you cry out, your orgasm washing over you quicker than you expected, your hips nearly flying off the bed. It'd been so long since you felt pleasure like this.

Joel straightens up and rejoins you on the bed, lying beside you as he runs a hand across the scars on your belly, murmuring something about them being beautiful.

"Can we keep going?" You ask breathlessly, looking over at his handsome face

"Course we can." He smiles, sitting back up

You hum in delight as his hips lift and he pulls his pants off, finally exposing the rest of his body to your greedy eyes. The softness of it all, god you fucking loved him.

Joel shook his head a bit as you pulled his boxers down, letting his cock out, "Greedy."

"Can you blame me?" You giggle

The hiss he let out when you ran your fingertips along the head had you dizzy with lust. Joel repositions so he's above you and his lips ghost over your nipples, teasing them with his tongue as he lifts you up so he's notched at your entrance.

"Wait." You say as he pauses above you

"What's wrong?" Joel asks, concerned, his eyes never leave yours

"I just, um," God, this was embarrassing, but he had a right to know, "Dr. Hill did an exam on me a few years back. Said I have a lot of scar tissue inside, so don't be upset if I can't y'know...cum."

"We'll go slow, alright. If it hurts or something is off, you tell me and I stop, okay?" His voice laced with concern

You nod and grip at his forearms, grounding yourself to him.

"Words, baby. Let me hear 'em," Joel says softly, refusing to move without your permission

"I wanna keep going." You say honestly

A gasp escapes your lips when he enters you. He was big, you knew it, you had seen it just seconds ago, yet it still surprised you as he pushed forward, just barely inside

"Fuck..." Joel gasped above you, his hands gripping the pillows beside you

You grimace when he shifts again, pushing more of him into you. Fuck, the doc told you this would hurt, but this bad?

"Need me to stop?" Joel asks worriedly when he sees your face

That's the last fucking thing you want.

"Keep going." You say, determined to see this through.

Joel looks at you, concerned yet he inches forward, letting out ba soft groan under his breath.

Slowly but surely you get there, letting him inside as pain slowly becomes pleasure. His fingers toy with your clit as you squirm under him. What he does next though, it has you nearly passing out from how hot it is. Joel fucking Miller leans down just a bit and actually spits on his cock.

"You're insane." You comment

"You love it," Joel says, stealing your lips in a kiss that's nothing but spit and teeth.

Joel begins to move, soft and slow at first before you demand more from him. You moan as you feel yourself growing even wetter, between his spit and your own arousal, it's actually begun to feel really fucking good.

Joel's hips slam into yours as he finally gives in to your begging for faster and harder.

"This what you want, huh? Is it?" He asks, leaning down to your ear, pressing your thighs up towards your chest a bit.

"Yes!" You yelp when his hand smacks at your inner thigh

"Such a good fucking girl..." Joel mutters as his hips begin to stutter when you tighten around him

"Joel!" You warn, fuck your stomach feels tight, no way is he actually going to get you to cum.

His hips backward, and your jaw drops into a silent moan as he enters again, this time with his thumb teasing your clit.

"C'mon, let go." Joel coerces, "Know you wanna."

You groaned as your orgasm rolled over you, your eyes slammed shut as Joel sucked a hickey onto your chest.

"Fucking hell!" He gasped, freeing himself from you before cumming all over your tummy.

Joel presses a kiss to your damp forehead before dropping himself onto the mattress beside you. Your heart squeezes when he scooches towards you, resting his sweaty head in the valley between your breasts.

"You okay?" You ask softly

"Am I okay?" Joel laughs into your skin, "Are you okay?"

"I'm okay." You smile, running a hand through his greying curls atop his head.

Joel lets out a soft hum and presses a kiss to one of your nipples,

"Hungry? Thirsty? Sore?" He asks, apparently ready to provide a world of aftercare despite looking exhausted himself

You wiggle your hips a bit, testing the waters. A twinge of pain shoots through your belly, and you grimace. It had felt so good, yet your body was punishing you anyway.

"Sore." You softly admit, kissing his head, "And kinda sticky."

You motion to the cum that is drying on your body

Joel shifts so he can get a better look at you, examining the way your face is pinched together as your thighs shift again before looking down at your dirty skin.

"I'll run us a bath. " He offers, "Get us some food while I'm at it too."

You nod as he disappears, naked as the day he was born, to run you a bath and get food.

You snort when he returns, clad in your bathrobe you had hung up in the bathroom on your hook, he wipes at your stomach with a warm wash cloth.

"I look good, no?" He asks gesturing to his body

"It's up for debate." You laugh

Joel scoops you up, bridal style, and walks towards the bathroom, "Well, I happen to think I look fabulous."

The bath is perfectly warm, even smelling like the lavender bath fizzes you keep for special occasions. Joel lowers you into the tub before turning to sit on the closed toilet, a plate with crackers and cheese balanced in his hands

"Get your ass in here." You say before he has a chance to sit down fully

"You sure?" Joel asks

"You just fucked me for the first time in two decades and now you're asking to take a bath with me?" You say

Joel sets the food on the edge of the rub, unties the robe, and climbs in. He fidgets nervously as you lean back into his chest.

"You nervous, Miller?" You ask, feeling the way his breath stutters a bit.

"We've never done this before." He points out, "Not even back then."

You hum in acknowledgment, "Lucky you, I guess."

Joel laughs a bit as he links his arms securely around your middle, hands brushing the underside of your breasts, "Lucky me, indeed."

"Would you leave them alone?" You laugh as he squeezes the flesh

"Can't. " Joel mumbles, pressing a soft kiss on your neck, "I missed them."

"Pervert." You say softly

You and Joel sit in the bath til it goes tepid, feeding each other crackers and cheese, and basking in each other's company. Then, he coaxes you to your feet and washes both of you under the steam of the shower.

Now, you were wrapped around him in bed, listening to the crickets chirp. Your eyes are beginning to droop when he speaks,

"I'm sorry," Joel says

"I'm not hurting that much, Joel." You say sleepily into his bare chest.

"No not that. Well, yes that. But I'm sorry for dumpin' ya before the world ended."

You hum, "Mmm. It's alright, I forgive you, remember?

"I know, I just..."

"I forgive you." You softly say, scooting closer to him

Joel presses a kiss to your forehead, "You're too good to me. I'm an ass, I know that."

Joel yelps when you pinch his side.

"Glad you're self-aware." You laugh

"I got real scared back then. Thought I was fucking your life up by sticking around." He admits

"Right, cuz dating a 35-year-old at 24 was the worst thing to ever happen to me" You joke

"No!" Joel protests, "You know what I mean."

You nod, you do know what he means.

"Don't have to be scared anymore." You say quietly

Joel hums and chuckles a bit, rubbing a soothing circle into your back as you lay here with him under the covers.

"No, I don't. You're all mine." He declares

You shift a bit, shuffling so you can look him in the eyes, and press a kiss to his lips. Your voice comes out confidently, as you say something you've wanted to say for so long now,

"Yours."

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Be my valentine

Rafayel x reader

Fluff

1.4k words

You try to ask Rafayel to be your valentine. The keyword is try.

A/N. First time I have written something for a holiday or event and actually managed to post it in time! Basically, I couldn't sleep, and Rafayel possessed me. Hope y'all enjoy!

Is this...rejection?

You'd spent some time planning it, even bribed Thomas to get Rafayel the day off. But when you and Rafayel arrived at your usual spot at the beach. He didn't seem to take note of the seagulls at all.

The seagulls you had somehow managed to train into landing in the right order so the letters you stuck to them would ask him to be your valentine. Now, you'd be the first to admit, the whole plan was a little crazy, but with your and Rafayel's history and connection to the seagulls choir, you'd thought it would be cute.

If it had been any more subtle, you might've believed he genuinely missed it. But it's quite hard to believe someone like Rafayel would not see the literal seagull choir the two of you were here to visit. So naturally, you had to assume he was letting you down easy.

Even being let down easy hurt. It completely blindsided you. You were absolutely certain something had been brewing between you and the artist. Hell, last time you'd spent time with him after wearing new perfume, he'd spent about an hour shoving his face against you to breathe you in. You were SO certain that crossed the line of platonic.

You start questioning if perhaps you'd been reading social interactions wrong your entire life, as next to you, Rafayel starts getting antsy.

"Cutie, as much as the sky is beautiful today and I would love to spend time staring at it with you, we should go get lunch now. Thomas' endless texting has tired me out, and I'm huungry. " He speaks, his tone light and whiney as always, and for a second, you consider him world's greatest actor.

You decide that what you felt for Rafayel combined with the effort you'd put into this plan was worth the risk of heartbreak, so in a final effort to get him to acknowledge you, you speak up.

"Don't you want to see your trusty choir first? They're right there behind you. I'm sure they've missed their conductor." You're not sure if you manage to keep your tone quite as light and playful as intended, desperation tinging the edges of your words, but you've spoken them, now he HAS to respond.

A pause, anticipation clogs your veins, and you practically feel your blood pressure rising. "...there's a boat ride with a buffet that might be nice today, since the weather is so nice and all."

Your eyebrows raise, the casual tone of his voice so steady that you almost start questioning if you even did bring it up at all. But the quick look he takes at you and the way he turns away tells you he is definitely doing this on purpose.

It was truly rejection then, your stomach twists and a buffet and a boat ride with Rafayel suddenly sound daunting. You could get over rejection, but maybe not within 10 minutes.

"Hmm, that sounds nice but I'm actually starting to feel a little off," you muse on your excuse "I think I might head home a little earlier than planned today, Rafayel, rain check?"

He turns to face you now, slowly. Eyes wide and brows furrowed, expression reminiscent of that time you gave him a single apple when he checked himself into the hospital. A mix between shock, offense, and a silent command to change your mind.

He grabs your wrist and starts pulling you along. His expression changes in a heartbeat, and it's like you never said anything.

"They apparently have like a super long waiting list, but I got in pretty easily. Guess being well known does have its perks after all, huh?" He keeps talking in that same casual tone of his, which is starting to frustrate you to no end.

"Rafayel, I get that a rain check for the boat might not be easy if it's like that, but I really need to go home." You plead, trying to pull yourself out of his grip but he just turns to you, gives you that same expression that you're convinced only Rafayel can make properly, and then keeps going like you never opened your mouth.

You're baffled at his behavior, and by the time you recover, the two of you are making your way onto the boat.

"Now, I'm going to need you to stop looking so surprised, cutie." He reaches out to gently smooth his fingers over the muscles of your brows, which you will admit are a little tense from how you've had them raised the entire way here. "I need you looking as cute as you always do for the pictures we're gonna take here."

It was one thing to completely ignore what was practically a confession, another to blatantly ignore your request to go home, but the audacity to tell you to not be surprised at his antics? That was too far.

He tries to pull you along again, but you hold steady. He shoots you a questioning look. As if you're the one acting out of the ordinary.

"Rafayel, I want to go home," and you're proud of yourself for standing on business, convinced there is no way for him to just ignore that. In your defense, he doesn't.

Instead, he huffs, his gorgeous features taking on that oh so familiar, annoyed expression. His response is a short "no, you don't" before he takes a step closer to you, only to link your arms and pull you along with the new leverage that gives him.

Then, before you know it, you're standing at the front of the boat as it slides through the water. With no way home except a very prolonged dive.

Rafayel entertains you, and the entire situation had been confusing enough to distract you from his blatant rejection, but now that his weird behavior seems to be settling, reality starts creeping in. You're stuck with him now, so you'll have to keep yourself together until you manage to get off this boat. How vexing.

His first cough doesn't shake you out of the deep thoughts you're in and neither does the second so, Rafayel resorts to nudging you with his elbow when a red fish surfaces with a bottle in its mouth.

You look at him, but he pointedly looks away, like he didn't just practically poke your ribs out. When you lean towards the railing, the fish jumps, and the bottle flies towards you.

You're not actually in the mood to catch it, but your hunter instincts kick in, and in the blink of an eye, the intricate glass bottle is in your hands. You can see a note neatly curled up and tied with a bow, resting inside it.

"Wow, cutie, those are some reflexes." Rafayel feigns being impressed and then presses on. "You should open it. You won the bottle's secrets fair and square once you saved its life."

You narrow your eyes at him. This could not possibly have been more obviously set up by him. Though you will say, his sheer determination to have things go his way is admirable.

You comply, already knowing the only other option was to face his huffing and puffing before then having to comply after all.

The cork takes more effort to open than you'd like, and Rafayel smiles fondly at the slight flush that rises on your face in result. Once you unroll the note, though, your eyes widen.

There, in Rafayel's eclectic handwriting are the very words you'd strung up on your seagulls.

A beat passes, and Rafayel looks at you expectantly. A cute expression on his face, and for a second, you are torn between accepting just to keep him looking like that and raining down righteous retribution on him.

You decide you'd do both. "Rafayel, of course I'll be your valentine, but did you really ha-" his lips halt yours before you could complain at all and you feel said complaints melting away.

The kiss is sweet, Rafayel brings you into his arms as he starts to deepen it, you'd always suspected he'd be a needy kisser, but he pulls away before he gets carried away.

"Sorry, cutie. Couldn't have you interfering with my plans though, you have no idea how long I've waited to make this move." His voice sounds breathy, and his eyes don't leave your lips. His words are so sweet you could almost ignore how he's pretending this was your fault. Almost.

Yet, you'll let it slide. Because as he leans in for another kiss, you just can't find it in yourself to be upset with him.

[sammsays]

Which would you say hinders the establishment of operant conditioning more, presenting the stimulus without prompting the desired response or prompting the response and not presenting the stimulus? I’m struggling with getting it to work. For normal reasons.

I would say, "presenting the stimulus without prompting the desired response".

Lengthy explanation of Operant Conditioning and how to use it below!

A common mistake in hypnosis and conditioning would be to give the reward or stimulus in general too frequently. In operant conditioning, we have what are called "schedules of reinforcement", which speak to frequency and technique in the timing of providing stimuli.

Providing the reward every time would be called "Continuous Reinforcement". This is a fine method of conditioning, but it is far from the most effective.

Partial Reinforcement Schedules are any means of conditioning that don't provide the stimuli every single time.

Fixed Ratio & Fixed Interval

Charts used from helpfulprofessor.com.

Fixed schedules suffer from a relatively predictable problem.

Fixed Ratio schedules are when a stimulus is provided after a certain number of behaviors are completed.

Fixed Interval schedules are when a reinforcement stimuli is provided at regular intervals (say, every hour).

The issues with Fixed schedules comes in the fact that we are aware of things (sadly). If a pattern is predictable, then we are both able to anticipate when it's about to happen, lessening the impact of the reward, and we know that right after the stimuli is finished, we won't be getting another one for a predictable amount of time.

Not only are there often lulls immediately after the stimuli, but the conditioning holds far, far weaker than both continuous and the other type of partial schedule.

When the stumuli stops being provided at the regular time (that singular moment being the only time where it feels possible), then its far easier for that anticipation to be flipped on its head and have a very negative impact, very quickly undoing any progress.

As a solution, we have...

Variable Ratio & Variable Interval

Charts used from helpfulprofessor.com.

Variable schedules are deeply, deeply effective. This is how gambling becomes addictive to people, but also how many other things are conditioned into creatures.

The one you should choose depends on what it is that you want to do.

Variable Ratio

This is the schedule you should follow if you want to enforce a behavior that you want to happen often. An example in the hypnosis sphere (most especially my hypnosis sphere) would be getting someone to start barking as part of their regular means of talking and typing.

All that is necessary to do is encourage the behavior initially, start the engines with rewards (either hypnotic triggers or just praise), and to only do it sometimes and at random.

Variable Interval

This is the schedule you should follow if you want to enforce a more continuous behavior that you want to happen steadily. This would be something more like obedience, giving a reward for good behavior at random, but importantly within a reasonably similar range each time.

You can't do it one hour then 48 hours later then 12, you should have something like a range of variance and stick to that, so long as the exact timing is not anticipatable.

This can also be done for singular behaviors like barking, if you wish for the conditioning to be much slower, and also to simply not be related to an amount of times being done.

Both methods build conditioning that takes a very, very long time to undo or fall away. In the case of many behaviors, unlike what is shown in the charts, they can become a near-permanent part of someone's existence, never quite going away without active efforts to do so.

If you get someone to bark consistently, and they do not have a reason for it to stop, it will become a part of themselves in a way deeper than you may ever expect.

As a fair warning, these methods of conditioning, as stated prior, are essentially forming an addictive loop for someone. It is not nearly so strong as gambling in most cases, but with the wrong person, the wrong environment, and the wrong precautions, you can steer into very unhealthy territory very, very quickly.

...it can be quite fun to condition people, though.

So, to again answer the original question: not only is "prompting the response and not presenting the stimulus" perfectly okay to do, it's actually better than doing it every single time.

Follow me for more interesting posts, and do ask me more questions. I'm telling you to do it. Be good and come up with something, okay?

I'll see you later! ^w^

[sweetbuckybarnes]

Spencer's Family

Summary: The team finds out what Spencer did on his sabbatical.

Inspired by a post, I saw about how, in the one episode we're going to see Spencer in, they meet his wife. I took it and ran.

1k words

After finally closing the case, Penelope practically demanded they go see the new place Spencer had bought a few years ago. Once he agreed (begrudgingly), the BAU tech was literally vibrating in her seat.

Spencer had picked out a small-town house on the edge of DC, a train ride away, but the small town had shops, schools, and parks for an all-around American family. 

He unlocked the door, making his way in first, summoning his team in with a nod of his head.

It seemed like a lovely home for a nearly mid-40s man.

However, there was something that caught Penelope's attention. It sounded like there was someone (possibly more than one) in Spencer's living room.

"Spencer," Penelope hisses. "I think there's someone in your house."

Spencer raises an eyebrow and makes his way into the living room without his gun raised. "It's just my wife and stepdaughter," he says over his shoulder.

"Stepdaughter?" Came from Tara and Luke.

"Wife?" Whereas this came from Penelope, Emily and JJ. 

The last anyone had heard from Spencer about his love life was Maxine, and judging by the voice - this wasn't Maxine.

The group hurried after Spencer, seeing a young girl - possibly around the age of 5, maybe 6 - with her arms wrapped tightly around Spencer's neck. The little girl was an absolute chatterbox. She hadn't stopped talking since the moment he set foot in the living room.

However, the woman they were more interested in was Spencer's wife. Who was sitting on the sofa, giggling at the pair in front of her; a blanket was thrown over her lap, and some sort of embroidery was now abandoned at her side.

"-and then Tony stuck a pencil up his nose!" She giggled.

"Why did he do that?" Spencer asked the little girl, taking a seat on the sofa and pulling her into his lap.

Just as she was going to explain why, she burst into more giggles, Spencer looked over at his wife for a possible explanation. "Apparently Arthur dared Tony to do it."

"Ah! You'd think after the incident with the Magic Marker, they'd know not to dare Tony to do things."

Spencer's wife shrugged her shoulders. "Now you're here, I'm going to take a nap." 

Before Emily could question why his wife was going to take a nap, she got herself out of the little nest she had made for herself. Protruding from her abdomen was a baby bump. A pretty big baby bump.

"Reid, you're going to be a father?!" Luke exclaimed, earning himself a rather harsh glare from the little girl (who now obviously sees Spencer as her dad). "Again..." he trails off, correcting himself under the child's gaze.

"Has she been giving you any hassle?" Spencer asks, ignoring Luke's question (or many of the genius didn't hear him), as his hand rested on the bump, a large smile growing on his face told the team the baby was probably moving. JJ still remembers when she was expecting Henry, and when she got Spencer to feel her bump on time, he mentioned how it felt alien-like.

"Well, she's happy now her daddy's home," his wife comments.

He looks up at her. "Have you given any more thought to going on maternity leave yet?"

The team watches as she rolls her eyes. "As I told you before I left, I'm completely fine; the semester doesn't finish for another 3 weeks."

"Your due date is in 4 weeks, Y/N! I know you feel you have a duty to your students, but I think even they would agree you should be at home."

"They would only agree because they don't want to see me go into labour whilst I'm at school."

"What's labour?" 

Both Spencer and his wife, who they now know is called Y/N, look down at their daughter. The wife looks at her husband. "Can you-"

Spencer leans over and presses a kiss to her temple. "I'll deal with this. You go take a nap."

She sighs happily. "Lifesaver, I don't know what I would do without you."

"And you won't have to," he replies, giving her a kiss. "Go take a nap."

After a spirited conversation with his stepdaughter about childbirth and babies (that was appropriate for a 5-year-old), she happily went back to her colouring book, which was neat and tidy, with every scribble kept firmly within the lines - she was more like Spencer even though they don't share blood.

Penelope plops herself down on an open chair and stares at Spencer like she has seen a ghost. "A wife, a stepdaughter, and a baby on the way?" Spencer nods, reaching over to run his fingers through the little girl's hair (who they now know is called Betty).

"You're excited to have a little sister, aren't you Betty?" Spencer asks, watching her blonde hair bounce around her head.

"I gets to help Mommy and Daddy take care of her!" She replies, the excitement bursting out of her.

Emily looks over at Spencer. "Are you ready?"

Spencer looks away from Betty for all of a second to smile at Emily. "I don't think I've been ready for anything more in my life," he turns to Betty. "Have you come up with any more names for your sister?"

Betty coming up with names for her little sister was a way of her having a part in her little sister's life before she even gets here.

However, this time, Betty only had one. "Willow."

18 days later...

Just as Penelope hung up the phone on Emily, her personal phone pinged in her purse.

There was a notification from Y/N. In a picture from a hospital room, Y/N sat in the bed, cradling a bundle; Spencer sat at her side with Betty in the middle of them, the evidence of tears having rolled down the little girl's face.

Meet Willow Penelope Reid, born 5:37am, 6 pounds 9 oz; mom and baby are well. Oh, and Betty has asked Spencer to adopt her!

Penelope was crying when she called JJ. "Hey, Garcia."

"Y/N had the baby, and my name is the baby's middle name!" Penelope cried, and before JJ could say anything. "And Betty wants Spencer to adopt her!"

JJ smiled softly. "Well, we will have to go visit them once they are out of the hospital and settled in at home."

[crusty-chronicles]

Valentine's Day Special

Featuring HxH, YYh, and for a limited time Death Note

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Hunter x Hunter

Knov 👔👔👔👔👔

It's a hard no for him

He won't even entertain the thought

“You're not a worm.”

“But if I was, would you love me 🥺”

“No.”

“But what if-” and he cuts you off with a heavy sigh.

“I love you just the way you are. You're perfect. And if you want me to prove it to you, we'll go on a date right now. Anywhere, no matter how far or how expensive.”

He moves forward to cup your face sweetly.

“Is that a satisfactory answer, my dear.”

You can't help but take a little advantage of the situation. A cheeky grin on your face 

“You're taking a month long vacation with me.”

“So be it.”

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Kurapika ⛓️⛓️⛓️⛓️⛓️

He has to do a double take first, letting the words process for a moment.

When he does, he rubs a hand to his temple.

“No.”

He's very much exhausted, so he doesn't take the question all that seriously.

Not like it was a very serious one to begin with.

But he notices you pouting after he gave his answer.

So he ends up laying his head on your lap when he gets the chance.

“I'd love you no matter what. You know that right?”

And the vulnerability of his confession makes your heart melt.

“I know. I was just being silly….But if you were a worm I'd still love you.”

You can hear him let out an amused huff.

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Kite🪁🪁🪁🪁🪁

Poor thing is so confused.

“No?” He said unsure.

He genuinely can't tell if you're being serious or not. 

And the last thing he wants is to make you upset from his answer 

But this isn't serious, it can't be. So if he answered you honestly, you shouldn't be mad.

He notices you trying to hide back your laughter seeing him struggle to formulate a proper answer.

He knows for sure then you're messing with him.

And he's embarrassed he gave it any thought at all.

“You're such a pain, you know that?” He tried to hide his flustered expression.

But you followed next to him persistently.

“You love me~”

He looked at you from the corner of his eye.

“Not as a worm I won't.”

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Morel🚬🚬🚬🚬🚬

He can't help but laugh at the question.

It's so bizarre. And he thinks he's getting too old for this crap.

But despite it, he humors you.

“You know what? Sure.”

“Really!?! You’re so sweet!!!”

The way your eyes light up almost makes him feel bad for his next choice of words.

Almost.

“Yeah. Good source of protein.”

You give his arm a swat with a glare.

“I take it back. You're a jerk.😠”

Before you can slip away, he's wrapping his arms around you to pull you close.

“You could've just asked me normally, you know.”

Asked if he loved you point blank and simple.

 “The answer's still yes by the way.”

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Ging🎣🎣🎣🎣🎣

He smiles at you, but it's not a lovey dovey soft one.

Oh no.

It's mischievous and playful.

Not a very good sign for you.

“I'd tie you to end of my fishing pole and use you as bait. Then when a fish tries to eat you, I'll pick it up and tell it to unhand my girlfriend/boyfriend.”

You can't help but facepalm at his very obvious attempt to get under your skin.

“You know what? Forget I asked.”

“What!?! You wanted to know!”

“You're supposed to say, ‘Of course I'd still love you. I'd love you in every life and every form.” 

“Ha! Screw all that sappy crap.”

You turned your head away from him and crossed your arms.

“C’mon. Don't be all mad. The fact that I'm here means I care about you.”

“Care?”

“I'm not gonna say it.”

You flash him and unimpressed look that makes him give in.

“Fine. I…Like …You.”

“Keep going.”

“The way…That … you are.”

“Was that so hard?”

“I'd rather tell my son where I am.”

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Leorio 🩺🩺🩺🩺🩺

He gives you a deadpanned look. One that says the answer should be obvious.

But in case it isn't, he explains anyway.

“Babe, you're the only one who's genuinely shown interest in me. If you think being a worm is gonna get you out of this relationship, you're dead wrong.”

You do your best to hide your smile.

“So it's a yes then?”

“I wouldn't care if you were a fly or a pile of crap. You're mine, you hear me!”

Maybe a little crude, but he gets his point across nevertheless.

You reward him with a smooch on the cheek. Watching in amusement as his face heats up.

“Oh stop, my beating heart!”

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Wing👓👓👓👓👓

It doesn't even take him a second to answer.

“Of course I'd still love you.”

You knew what he'd say, how could you not. But you wanted to tease him just a little.

“How would you even know it was me though?”

He looked in thought for a second, lighting up when he figured out his response.

“Your body language! You'd probably inch your way towards me, and I'd know.”

But he wasn't done there.

“I could pick you out in a sea of thousands even now. How would I not recognize you?”

You don't think you've ever been anymore in love.

Listening intently as he listed off everything he knew about you.

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Knuckle🐕🐕🐕🐕🐕

Now, he knows what he wants to say.

It'd be a yes obviously.

But he thinks about it. Really thinks about it.

You'd be so tiny. So fragile.

He didn't want to hurt you accidentally.

So he proposed something better. Much better if you might add.

“We could be worms together 👉👈”

He's so sweet, you think you might just melt.

“Of course we could be worms together.”

“Really? I'd fight off all the other worms so they'd know you were mine!”

“I'm sure you would, sweetheart.”

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Yu Yu Hakusho

Hiei ⚔️⚔️⚔️⚔️⚔️

“No.”

You must think him a fool to ask something so ridiculous. 

He doesn't want to give it any thought at all. But you wouldn't give up so easily.

“What do you mean no!?!”

“Why the hell would I love a worm!?!”

And then he has to do a double take of what he just said.

“No, why the hell am I actually taking you seriously. Maybe I am a fool after all.” He grumbles under his breath.

Unaware of you beaming at him. That is, until he heard you speak.

“Because you love me 🥺 even as a worm.”

“I'll kill you.”

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Kurama 🦊🦊🦊🦊🦊

He wants to say no, but he won't do it. 

He doesn't want to hurt your feelings.

And he knows you're not being serious anyway.

“Yes. I'd make a garden for you.”

“With roses?” You prompt.

“With roses. I'd make sure the soil has the perfect pH for you.”

He enjoys the playful smile on your lips. But he adores the softer ones even more.

“In all seriousness, I couldn't imagine my life being the same without you.” He starts before leaning his head against yours.

“I revere you. Regardless of what form you take in this life or the next.”

You reward him with a kiss, which he eagerly returns.

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Yusuke 💥💥💥💥💥

His answer honestly depends on what mood he's in. If he's in a really good mood, he'll give a small laugh. 

Calling you weird before answering honestly.

“Hell yeah! I'd put you in a cup and take you everywhere. Then if a bird tried to swoop down, I'd barbecue it for you!”

He means it, too.

He's already gone through hell and back to keep you safe.

If you think he'll love you any less because you were a worm, you'd be dead wrong.

“Aw babe, you'd fight for me even if I was a worm?”

He's all smiles describing the way he'd show off to defend you from threats.

Threats being frogs, lizards, birds, the occasional snot nosed brat.

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Jin 🌪️🌪️🌪️🌪️🌪️

“A worm, huh? Aw. You'd be so tiny. But I'm afraid I'd lose ya. Flying about and all that.”

It's actually surprising he's giving it as much thought as he was. But it endears him to you all the same 

“You could tie me on a string.” You suggested.

He swoops you in a hug and swings you around.

“See? That's why I love you so much. You're so smart.”

“And you have a heart of gold. My sweet boy,” you coo.

You can see his ears start twitching, a telltale sign he's happy.

“So you'd still love me then?” You ask once more.

“I'd love ya even if you were as gross as Bakken. And that's saying somethin.”

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Death Note

L 🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰

He doesn't spare you a second glance from the computer screen in front of him. 

“Why do you always ask the most ridiculous of questions?”

“So you wouldn't love me if I was a worm?”

“No.”

🥺

He can tell you're pouting.

At last tearing his gaze away from the brightness of the screen in front of him.

He can see your somewhat dejected posture.

And if you're upset, you're not focused. Which means he's not focused. The effect you have on him is strange. 

It's something he both hates and likes.

“Is this one of those questions lovers ask each other when they're seeking out validation? Or do you want me to prove my devotion through words?”

 “Maybe.”

He gives out a small sigh before speaking.

“Fine then, I'll play along. Yes I'd love you if you were a worm.”

“Liar. I know you don't mean it.”

“You're right I don't. Anyways-”

You think that's the end of that. That he won't give the interaction a second thought.

You were wrong.

He leaves a piece of strawberry cake by your bedside the next morning.

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Ryuk 📓📓📓📓📓

“What's that?”

You show him a picture of one.

“Oh? Ew gross.”

“What do you mean gross ☹️”

“Yeah no. You're on your own. I'd probably step on you for fun.”

He's laughing at you, so you decide to spite him.

“You know what? No apples for a month.”

“Wait!!!!! Of course I'd love you as a worm. Worms look delicious.”

“Now you're making it weird.”

“Well whaddya want me to say?!?!”

“Something normal???”

“Well I ain't normal. I’m a god. The only things I love unconditionally are apples.”

“Fine. Would you still love me if I was an apple?"

He actually gives it thought for a few seconds.

“I'd do my best not to eat you. But we both know you wouldn't last five seconds. So I guess I'd still love you. Probably more than I do now.”

“Hey!!!!! 👹👹👹”

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Misa 💅💅💅💅💅

“Oh my gosh! YESSSS!”

She genuinely gets so excited by the question.

“Only if you'd love me back if I were a worm.”

The two of you start feeding off of each other's encouragement.

“We could make a heart!”

“And live in our own little soil house 🥺🥺🥺”

“Babe!!!! We could wear cute little leaf outfits!!!!”

“And match!!!!!!!!!!”

“We'd be the most fashionable, cutest worms to ever exist!”

“We'd totally be a power couple!!!!”

Y'all are just giggling with each other, planning out your worm future.

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An: HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!!!!!

[patchworkcuddlebug]

Weredoll: Alone

It all started with that toy. I know it had to.

I only touched it for a few seconds. God, I should've known. That pull, that imperceptible radiance, of course it was magic. But it just looked so... pretty. I didn't think twice, I just wanted a closer look, and I could feel the jolt through my system as soon as I curled my fingers around it. Magic.

It's the same feeling that was in the seashells that made my best friend a mermaid all those years ago, damning her to the sea. The same feeling as the fae that spirited away my mother's name.

Yes, they looked happy. But I always knew better. You can't abandon your humanity, you just... can't. You shouldn't be able to, you shouldn't want to. It's just wrong.

I spent the whole day frantic. Combing through forums and blogs, staring down at the listings for dubiously reliable books. If nothing happened in the moment, the only conclusions were a crawling slow-burn transformation that would take me piece by agonizing piece, or... something conditional.

The door to my room was locked. My bed was pushed out from the wall and put in the way of the door, just in case. Now all I can do is sit at my computer desk, eyes trapped in the corner of my laptop.

11:59. Any moment now I would find what fate I was cursed to. I'd spent long enough wracked by anxiety, the humanity in my soul clung to my body in terror. Now, there was nothing but a silent, helpless anticipation.

12:00.

I flinch as the number changes. I pat my body down, trying to find any hints to my curse. But I can't find anything. Everything as it should be. Warm to the touch, but not hot. Just enough give before skin squishes against bone.

I wanted to feel relief, but the confirmation just brought on a defeated emptiness. A sighing, accepting resignation to the alternative, or a confused...

...it's spreading. The emptiness. It isn't just emotional. There is a visceral feeling of removal slowly expanding from my body.

I tried to stand. My hand was on my stomach, like I was trying to feel the thing eating me from the inside. I feel the void overtake my gut, leaving me with a hollow and cavernous lack. There was no sense of hunger, my body failing to cry out with need as it should with an empty stomach. The feeling instead slotted into place, as if I was designed for it.

I try and walk to the mirror. Everything's off. My limbs are too heavy and my torso is too light. I lift my shirt up, and see the beginnings of a seam. There's a small indent that traces around the base of my ribs. Exactly like a ball jointed doll.

I feel sick. I feel faint. But more than anything, I feel empty.

I stumble to the bed and collapse. I can't keep myself upright, I can't muster the will. Fuck, this is really happening, isn't it? I don't care if it's just for the night. I don't want to let go, I can't. Being a person is all I've ever known. How could I not be scared?

My hands fumble along my side. I can feel myself hardening, the texture changing as I move upwards. The seam's already deepened, god knows how far, letting my rigid body—

A violent shudder overtakes me. I cough involuntarily. It's reached my heart.

I can't take my hand off it. The other desperately grabs my hair, trying to ground me, as I feel my heartbeat get weaker and weaker. I try breathing harder, invoking my anxieties, anything to speed it back up, but it's mere seconds until it shuts down completely.

It feels... uncomfortable. Just uncomfortable. All my panic is forced. A cognitive understanding that I really should be terrified, that my heart stopping is something every person needs to fear, but the emptiness swallows all that away. There's a passive, almost reassuring understanding. I'm unharmed, and it's not permanent.

This shouldn't be good. It just shouldn't, right? This isn't the absence of life, it isn't an emptiness that destroys. It's tranquility, it's cleanliness, it's alleviation. I know this is part of the curse, but I just feel so... at ease. Any negative feeling I try to summon is just swallowed by the emptiness, tidied up and put away.

Oh yes, the transformation. It seems it's spread quite far while I was distracted. Down my thighs and up to my neck. I move my hands up to my shoulders, knowing my first joints are going to grow in any minute.

No, no. I can't let it take me. I refused to be reduced to a thing to be ordered around, some heartless construct that only exists for others. There has to be something. I can make my heart beat again, I have to, or I'll die, right? I make a fist and start pounding on my chest as hard as I can... only being met with a dull, hollow thud as the plastic dents into the emptiness inside me. There's nothing in there to start anymore.

Okay. This can still be salvaged. It's just a body, and while it may change, I'm still a human inside. I won't let that be taken from me, I just need to... a suctioning feeling settles in. My skin, just at my shoulder, feels... loose. Ill-fitting.

With a single jerking motion, I reach up and grab at my shoulder, bloodlessly tearing away my skin like it's a thick and heavy tissue paper. Underneath the scraps left behind is the beginnings of a ball joint. It's much too round, the indents where the mechanics let me move just beginning to burrow. It's as if my joints are trying to pop out of their place in my sockets, held in by the firm suggestion of an artificial material. I can already feel my muscle sinew being digested.

I need to be upset, I need to. This is an existential terror in the most literal form, a destruction of all that I am. But all change is death, sacrifice. You cannot become one thing without destroying another. It's rather beautiful to bloom... no, please, no. I refuse to accept such a fate laying down, no matter how much the curse tries to ease me.

I suppose if it can swallow my gut feelings and quell the uneasiness in my heart, it won't be long until it starts to harden this one's brain, leaving it with... leaving it. It. This one.

No. Not now, not ever. If this one can't trust its feelings, and if its starting to lose its cognition, it needs to rely on its behaviour. It will remain human, in one form or another.

Dolls like to clean, to keep things orderly and convenient for others. This one just needs to rip its bed apart! It tears at the corners of its covering, tossing its pillows across the room as it tangles its sheets into a useless mess. There, a bed no doll would be proud of. It tasks a moment to bask in the joy of a completed task.

A sickening pop. It turns back to the mirror and sees its joints as they should be. Perfect round attachments, manufactured just right to allow it mobility. All that remains are its shins and its hands. It's running out of time.

This one tries to walk back to its laptop, and is immediately distracted by its walk. No longer is there the looming clumsy tumbling from its discordant changes. There's an effortless elegance, a refinement of movement and intention. It feels rather pleasing to present itself in such a formal manner. Before the transformation began, it wouldn't have considered such a thing, finding much more comfort in more casual poses and movements. It feels silly to derive such comfort from informality now. Good dolls are-

This one freezes, taken aback by its thoughts. Good dolls are polite and dignified. It's a mantra, a commandment, a colloquialism. A reflexive proverb, as if it were so baked into cultural DNA as to be self-evident. Of course that is how a good doll is to act, it would be silly to pretend otherwise. That... doesn't have to imply anything about this one, it's still a person. This one returns to its task.

12:04. It feels as if it should have been much longer. Becoming felt so fundamentally altering it's bizarre to picture it as taking only 5 minutes, even if that is what this one's research confirmed to it prior. Oh well, it can't be helped. Good dolls are punctual, after all.

There has to be something it can do, something to keep the final throes of the transformation at bay. Dolls are meant to act, and... well, that's not entirely true, is it? Dolls are also meant to be still. To be posed, a beautiful decoration, dressed in the finest outfits...

This one finds its brain... shutting off. Floating away. This is no mere emptiness; it's a trance. A blissful, wonderful stillness. No concern for thoughts, no feelings beyond a gentle calm.

As it sees the clock change, it blinks itself back to awareness. Ah, so that was stillness. This one understands why other dolls find it so enrapturing. It will gladly return to it once it has finished all it has to do.

But first, it looks down at its body. Everything is stiff and rigid, the only movement being allowed by the segments through its hardened skin. Its behaviour has been overhauled, now much more prim and proper, only breaking its posture to help its self-examination.

Of course, this one thinks like a good doll as well. It desires to serve and obey another, and in their absence, it will simply busy itself with chores, doing all it can to help like a good doll. It seems its readings were correct, and the transformation has finished.

Well, that was quite the experience. This one prepares to reflect on it... in the morning, once it's a person. In the meantime, it elegantly walks back to its bed and begins to tidy up, the much more pertinent task.

[vilevenom]

It's only 8pm where I live, which means I'm not too late for Valentine's Day posting!

You're the One I Want to go Through Time With

Fandom: Sonic the Hedgehog (no specific media)

Pairing: Sonic/Shadow

Summary: Greying quills were not a deterrent for Shadow, but Sonic seemed to think they were.

Shadow would be remiss to say he hadn't noticed the slow shift of peoples attitudes towards his relationship with Sonic over the years. At first it was simply the occasional odd look shot towards them here and there, but those eventually developed into looks of disapproval and quiet comments whispered behind hands. The hybrid had taken it all in stride, sticking his nose in the air and ignoring anyone who simply didn't understand, while adding a sharp glare towards anyone who felt like they could be more bold in their disapproval. Sonic found it all to be incredibly amusing and did little to quell the murmurs that had begun to follow them when they went out in public together.

Today, however, there was a new kind of comment that Shadow hadn't been expecting, and he feared it was truly the very last straw.

"I have to say, it's so nice to see young people taking their elders out!"

The waitress was well meaning, all sunshine and rainbows with a wide, kind smile. It didn't stop Shadow's quills from standing on end while Sonic snorted heartily into his water, spraying droplets across the table and his plate.

"Excuse me?" Shadow murmured, arching an eyebrow at the girl, who was apparently undeterred by Shadow's dour expression.

"Oh, it's just," she waved a hand through the air, order pad clutched to her chest, "you never see young people spending time with their elders these days. It's such a shame, because they always have so many amazing stories! They deserve to get out and socialize too, y'know?"

Sonic continued to chuckle into his napkin as he wiped up the water from his muzzle, while Shadow looked as though he was trying to set the waitress on fire with his glare alone, all while she continued to smile sunnily at the two of them.

"I'm older than he is," the dark hedgehog finally stated bluntly, causing the girl to falter, her smile turning stiff as she blinked in surprise at Shadow.

"O-oh," she floundered, pen flicking through her fingers quickly - obviously a nervous habit, "Well, you certainly look good for your age!" She let out a forced, nervous laugh, before quickly scurrying away to give their order to the kitchen.

"Shadow," Sonic scolded gently, though the grin on his face easily betrayed the fact that he was still beyond amused, "That was mean."

"How? It's technically the truth," the dark hedgehog said with a shrug, taking up his own glass to sip at his water.

"Once upon a time you'd argue that we were the same age," Sonic teased, "Didn't you always used to say that those fifty years in stasis didn't count?"

"That was because you'd always try to make me feel foolish for not knowing things about modern pop culture. You used to call me an old man for only listening to music from the fifties."

"And look at you now," the blue hedgehog hummed, running fingers through his greying quills, "dating someone in their fifties. Guess you are still an old man."

"Maybe I should dye my quills white so people will stop making stupid comments," Shadow groused, setting his water glass down with a bit more force than strictly necessary.

"Don't you dare!" The smile finally slipped from Sonic's face, "I love your quills just the way they are. If anyone should be buying dye, it should probably be me. I think mine are more silver than blue at this point."

"I love your quills just the way they are," Shadow countered with a sharp glare, "They show all the life you've lived. You deserve to show them off with pride."

Sonic smiled warmly at Shadow, reaching across the table to take his hand and give it a gentle squeeze. "And I wouldn't change a minute of any of that time. But…I think the comments are starting to get to you. Don't think I haven't noticed how you bristle when someone says something when we're out for a walk, or running errands."

"I miss the days when I could just punch someone when they annoyed me," the hybrid lamented, resting his cheek in his free hand as he leaned in towards Sonic across the table. "Being the ultimate weapon during peace times is frustrating."

"Don't try to change the topic."

"I wasn't."

"Shadow…"

The dark hedgehog sat back with a heavy sigh, slipping his hand away from Sonics as the waitress returned with their food, wisely choosing to stay quiet as she set their plates down before hurrying away again. He pretended he didn't see the momentary flash of hurt on Sonic's face as he picked up his fork to stab at his salad.

~

For the couple of weeks following what Shadow had begun to dub 'The Restaurant Incident' had occurred, he began to notice Sonic pulling away from him. He'd opt out of their daily walks, siting that his old knee injury was acting up due to the colder weather, and had held a book up (which Shadow knew he'd already read no less than seven times) claiming he just had to finish it, to avoid attending their weekly errand run. It was easy for the dark hedgehog to pick up exactly what Sonic probably thought he was cleverly getting away with. He was hiding himself from the public to try and save Shadow's pride. And the hybrid was not going to have any of it.

A quick glance over the calendar revealed that Valentine's Day was less than a week away. A slow smirk curled across his muzzle as a plan rapidly formed in his head.

~

The park at the center of Central City had been transformed into a romantic getaway for the holiday. Archways of fake flowers shrouded nearly every walkway from the prying eyes of the city streets, while a grand bandstand had been erected right in the middle of the park, where various artists performed throughout the day for the throngs of giddy couples who meandered through the fantastical gardens. Various vendors were dotted here and there along the winding pathways, their carts overflowing with bouquets, candies, and shiny trinkets for lovers to purchase for one another as they walked. It was a sight to behold, especially as evening began to fall, and the fairy lights that had been strung up throughout it all lit up, drawing gasps of delight from the park goers, all while the sunset cast glorious shades of oranges, pinks and purples across the sky.

Amy Rose herself could not have planned a more perfect moment for Shadow to enact his plan.

It had taken him hours to convince Sonic to leave the house. First he'd complained that the bed was far too warm and comfortable to get up, then his knee ached from the cold once he was finally mobile. After that he'd had chores to complete around the house, and then he hadn't wanted to leave without showering since he'd worked up a sweat while cleaning. But, finally, Sonic had run out of excuses and Shadow nearly shoved him out the door into the crisp February air.

The park wasn't a regular location for them to take a walk, but Shadow had made a comment about the holiday and how he'd wanted to go somewhere different. Sonic had been reluctant to agree, but Shadow curtailed his dithering with a quick chaos control. He couldn't argue if they were already there, after all.

Sonic had nearly dug his heels in when he'd seen the state of the park, but Shadow simply looped a dark arm around tan and dragged him along, head held high, despite the looks they were being shot from some of the other couples. Sonic seemed to have some misguided misconception that the hybrid was embarrassed to be seen with him because of their perceived age difference, but that was so far from the truth it was laughable. Shadow had never given a damn about what other people thought of him, and he never would. They could leer and make snide comments at him all they wanted and it would never make a dent in his self-worth or pride. No, his anger and irritation were on behalf of Sonic. The blue hedgehog was a hero, and one of the only reasons Mobius had managed to escape the clutches of Ivo Robotnik and his plans to turn the planet into a giant mechanical nightmare factory. He didn't deserve to have the people he'd saved look at him like he was some sort of pervert for being with Shadow. It made the hybrid's blood boil.

"Shadow," Sonic's voice was uncharacteristically quiet as he hunched his shoulders minutely, his pace slow as they strode under a beautiful archway of pink lilacs, "People are staring."

"Let them," Shadow hummed with a shrug, tightening his hold on Sonic's arm, "It never bothered you before."

A soft hum was all the response he got, making Shadow's quills bristle. Sonic was meant to be vibrant and bratty, not quiet and demure. It frustrated him to no end to think that the blue idiot really let one less than ideal interaction finally push him into feeling awkward while on Shadow's arm. He let out a slow breath, forcing his shoulders and quills to relax as they approached the band stand in the center of the park, just as the sunset met its zenith on the horizon, the world around them taking on a soft pink hue.

"Wait here," Shadow murmured, pressing a brief kiss to Sonic's cheek as they came to a stop near the gazebo.

"Only for you," Sonic teased easily back with a smile, which warmed the hybrid's heart. It was at least nice to know Sonic hadn't dug himself into such a hole of self-doubt that he couldn't still joke about how no one could ever get him to slow down or stop until Shadow.

With that, the hybrid slipped away from Sonic, casting only a single glance backwards to witness the blue hedgehog shift awkwardly and shoot a painfully forced smile at a couple who were openly staring at him. It was hard to tell if it was because they recognized him or not, but Shadow didn't care. Soon the whole park would recognize him. He slipped around to the back of the band stand where the organizers and a handful of performers were, making a beeline for a tall coyote woman with a microphone and a clipboard.

"Ah," the woman said with a smile, a hand over the microphone she wore as she spoke to him, "You must be Shadow the Hedgehog."

"That's correct," the hybrid nodded, "You're Miss Dubois?"

"Please, Charlotte is fine."

"Charlotte, then," Shadow nodded, turning towards the stairs that lead up to the stage, "Is everything ready?"

"To your exact specifications," Charlotte hummed, glancing down at her clipboard, before tilting her head at Shadow, "Is he really here? The legendary hero of Mobius?"

"Yes," the hybrid stated simply.

Charlotte obviously anticipated for Shadow to elaborate, as she stood in silence for a moment before clearing her throat. "Okay. Well, the band currently on stage will be finished in a moment, and then the mic is all yours."

Shadow simply nodded and moved towards the stairs, folding his arms over his chest as he waited for his queue to step up onto the stage. He'd been preparing and practicing what he was going to say and do for the last few days, since he'd hatched his plan, but it didn't stop the nervous butterflies in his stomach from causing a commotion. Which was ridiculous, really, given that he and Sonic had been together for going on nearly thirty years.

The time to climb the stage steps came all too quickly, and suddenly Shadow felt like he might vomit. However, as the ultimate lifeform, he was above such base reactions to nerves, so he pushed the feeling down and climbed the stairs, approaching the microphone as curious murmurs rippled through the assembled crowd below. He licked his lips as he adjusted the microphone to the appropriate height, his eyes scanning the crowd until he spotted Sonic, who was staring up at him with wide, surprised eyes.

"Good evening," Shadow murmured into the mic with a smile, gaze fixed on his blue hedgehog, who couldn't seem to wipe the flabbergasted expression from his face, "and happy Valentine's Day. I hope you all have been enjoying the day with your loved ones in this beautiful wonderland of a park the city has set up. I'm sure you're all curious as to why I, a seemingly random hedgehog, have put a pause on your evenings entertainment. Well…that is to celebrate with my own loved one. He is…indescribably precious to me, and to many of you as well, I'm sure. Although his quills have greyed and his speed has slowed, I'm positive the name Sonic the Hedgehog still ignites wonderment and awe in the hearts of those who recall the days of The War." He paused and gestured towards Sonic, who jumped as a spotlight landed on him. His smile was lopsided and confused as he waved at the crowd, who burst out in a cacophony of clapping and cheers.

Once the noise settled, the hybrid continued. "He saved countless lives, including mine, and asked for nothing in return, except the ability to live freely. And live he did. We both did. Sonic showed me what it truly meant to live, and has been my steadfast companion and loving partner for decades now. Nearly thirty years we've spent together, freely. But…I don't want that freedom anymore." A collective murmur of surprise ran through the crowd, before more cheers erupted as Shadow took a knee at the edge of the stage, a small ring box held out in his nearly imperceptibly shaking hand. "Sonic the Hedgehog," Shadow spoke quietly into the mic, "Will you do me the honor of becoming my husband?"

With speed Shadow had been certain Sonic could no longer achieve, the blue blur was in his arms, tears in his eyes and laughter on his lips. "Yes! Yes, of course! Duh," the blue hedgehog gasped into Shadow's shoulder, before pulling back to snatch the ring box out of his hand. He ripped his glove off with his teeth and nearly fumbled pulling the ring from its little velvet pillow. Shadow snorted as he covered Sonic's excited hands with his own, taking the simple golden band from Sonic to slide it on his ring finger, all while delicate flower petals burst from strategically placed canons and fluttered around them on the breeze.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Sonic."

"You big sap," Sonic muttered tearfully, cupping Shadow's face in his hands as they forgot the rest of the world existed around them, "I love you."

"I love you, too. Never forget that."

[xiixae]

呪術廻戦 x f!reader . warnings : MDNI 18+ smut . © xiixae

💿 ꒰ pairing ꒱ ── ✦ tattooist!gojo x client!reader

ɢᴏᴊᴏ ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

a piercing feeling of a needle sent shivers down your spine as you bit your lips closed, you were finally getting a tattoo. it was a small 'made in hell' marking the curve under your tits.

"why don't you relax your shoulders a bit, darling?"

come on. you couldn't display your weak side in front of your crush! you had to buckle up, and you knew it already. but knowing it made it worse to control all the moans you were letting out, trying to hide your pain from him.

how far you had to go for that stupid dare, just why? maybe your friends did actually notice how you couldn't take your eyes off a tattoo guy with a toned build, the shiniest yet so deep blue eyed who also was a biker?

ha. wow. all in just one package? but a limited.

being a regular at a nearby café just a couple of blocks away from his ink shop, you got to know that he had just broken up with his girlfriend—ex girlfriend, you let out a sigh of relief.

but it wasn't a long term happiness, of course.

his shop always had girls lined up outside just for one of the simplest or smallest tats. of course you had a lot of competition, being so handsome, running a tat shop, having a couple million followers on his socials—he had everything.

so there was just one new year revolution that you had—having him just to yourself.

your bestie, she had planned everything has was happening till now—a new year party, truth or dare game & finally this moment.

minute by minute you felt his hand sweating on your belly, your eyes were half-closed, a couple of drops from his slightly drenched hair falling on the towel you were using to cover your boobs.

the bulge underneath his baggy lower was very noticeable—he couldn't even hide it. you could tell he was horny, the way he tried to avoid even the smallest eye contacts with you.

"mhm.. looks like someone's turned on?" you teased.

the tat was only half way done when he turned off the electric needle, flipping you over to the other side, earning a gasp from you. giving you a quick spank on the fat of your ass as he muttered in your ear.

"for fuck's sake.. stop with your rubbish. don't you see yourself that you're moaning for just a tattoo like a slut you are, you whore. you better fucking stop it."

running his long fingers on the curves of your body, worshiping every inch of your glassy skin, leaving kisses and marks followed by a sharp grip he had on your neck, choking you a little.

"stop being so hot y'know? i don't want other guys to see you wearing all this stuff, being all dolled up—it should all be just f'me, got it y/n?"

he striped off the thin fabric of your shorts, along with your panties, bending down on his knees while angling your pussy inches from his face as he licked his lips.

"ahh.. she seems too needy f'me, doesn't she?"

you were too aroused to even reply, having the hottest topic on social media who also happened to be your crush other than other fangirls we had always queued up in his dms, or whatever.

you didn't care about that shit at this moment, though.

you just wanted to feel him thrust into your cunt using every last bit of energy he had overflowing throughout his body, feel him pant your name orgasm after orgasm, feel him so much more than just a hook-up what it all seemed like.

you finally lost it.

"please just.. i can't wait any more, toru."

you could feel his smirk, the devilish looking one you had ever seen, as he traced your clit with his saliva, drawing circles with his tongue. he knew it, he knew it how fucking badly you wanted his cock so deep.

but isn't it always so fun to play when you know you're in control?

"toru.. please don't.. make me wait like that-" you pleaded.

his smirk grew even wider as he continued pleasing your throbbing core, the stimulation sending vibrations to your body, inner folds of your pussy getting wetter by each second.

slowly, his tongue kept going deeper and deeper into your walls, he could feel you twitching and knew you were close. he gave you some quick, deep licks finally making you release your tension, finally cumming on his tongue.

he stood up, running one of his hands through your soft, thick hair, he lightly pushed one of its strands behind your ear as he wrapped your legs around his waist, carrying you to the nearest counter.

oh my, fuck him.

such a sweet gesture after all this? he's really unbelievable. too cute for all the tats he had covering most parts of his body.

"but the night isn't over yet, honey."

truly, this man knew exactly the way of words, so cute for what he had already planned for the rest of the night.

[lynnie-s3all]

any forsaken killers and maybe chance with a reader thats like ignored perchance

Alright. I'm not gonna do Jason for obvious reasons. I kinda disliked him. So...

I'll try my best to make the most of the headcanons since I'm very much a lazy person to do all the requests. Like... i got eyebags on me.

Forsaken killers + Chance x reader who gets ignored most of the time.

Despite c00lkid trying to almost killing everyone in the whole team, he stumbled towards you who got left out most of the time, even your teammate's wouldn't want to work with you, especially with fixing the generators, and also never gives you a bloxy cola to outrun him.

Well... he accidentally does the walkspeed override so he can kill you instantly, but you dodged right away and he slammed himself right on the wall.

You were scared to even talk with him, even though he's just a small child who doesn't want any harm at you. He slowly approach you and asked why you weren't with the others.

"oh, sorry for that! I'm just wandering why aren't you with the others to play? Are you sad because they don't wanna play with you?"

you just stood there. And then you replied back to him.

"They don't really give me any attention towards me..."

He thought about an idea to try and help you, and he did. So he gave you one of his sword.

"Take revenge, you can join me play tag, I'll spare you this time."

Oh...

You grabbed his sword on his hand and and took your hand to go and swing at them to attack

Well your teammates... weren't happy when they looked at you trying to kill one of them.

He helped you through the whole run so... you just killed all of them.

A revenge. Yeah.

John Doe... Well it's not really special until he decided to do corrupt energy to trap everyone is seperate ways.

Uh..

He's... almost about to attack you by the way and you kinda just there at the corner terrified.

I know he doesn't have any remose on trying to kill a lot of the survivors and he just felt really bad when you're panicking so much because he trapped you in basically

Since he has the corruption on his own body, he couldn't get near you or you'll get hurt by it.

Well... Not so lucky enough that the whole part of your body gets even more corrupted and took control over you.

There's nothing you could do right...?

Thinking about it though... He thought about why you were just not helping the others. Well you, being helpless. You really couldn't do anything.

"It's okay. We'll teach them how it feels like to feel betrayed after leaving you like this. MAKE THEM PAY!!!"

Same thing. I'm not going to finish how you two killed all of the survivors.

Well king of hatred himself. He knows what betrayal means to him. And he will seek revenge to the one who caused him like this.

He saw you first and purposely attack you until almost getting very low on health.

Well, did he witness someone shooting and stunning him? Nope. They ignored him. And when he did analyze you, it made him felt... remose? guilty? But he was supposed to be filled with hatred, not sympathy.

Well, you took it up the notch and just tell him to kill you.

the truth is, he doesn't want you to die. Thinking about you being his allies to join him to take over and kill everyone, it would be perfect for him.

And so, he tries to say something.

"I don't think they really understand how much they made you to suffer like this. My apologies for hurting you. But I should handle it myself. I'm not going to kill you anyway. I know how it feels to be that way."

Oh yea i can't do chance in this one cuz the images i have are full.

[rottenzombrainz]

I know you literally just posted it but would you do a part 2 of the like dove showing up but it showed up bc of the ghouls feelings, not MC. I really liked it :)

I gotchu anon!!! I'm really sorry it's taken so long for me to post this!! At least I'm getting it out just in time for Valentine's Day?

Let's say you, the beloved reader, are hanging out with the ghoul of your dreams when a precious little pink bird comes along and chirps at you!

Frostheim:

Jin Kamurai - Jin would completely play it off as the Ice King he is. "What? It's just an annoying bird...Stop trying to look for some deeper meaning." He'd roll his eyes and take a long drag from his cigarette before sending you off to do another task for him, trying to push you away and convince you (as well as himself) you're not anything to him.

Tohma Ishibashi - Tohma... I have the hardest time writing for Tohma... but I feel like he'd tease you in a somewhat sinister(?) way. "Oh? What's that little bird got you all flustered for?"

Lucas Errant - Luca would just straight up confess his love like the straightforward gentleman he is. "Ah! A like dove! They appear when someone else is thinking of you fondly, correct? It must have showed because I was thinking of you-"

Kaito Fuji - Kaito would try and convince you it's the other way around. That you're the one who likes him! Or- or maybe there's someone else thinking of him? But even so, he'd want you! So- you should go for him now since he's in such high demand!

Vagastorm:

Alan Mido - I feel like Alan would try and tell you how he feels before you pick up on it through the Like Dove's presence. Of course, he'd be extremely blunt about it, probably giving you a flower and saying that he wanted to tell you how he feels before you hear it (or see it) from anyone else.

Shohei Haizono - If you saw a Like Dove while with Sho and asked him about it, he'd scoff and ask if you really believe superstitious things like that. "It's just a bird. It shows up whenever it wants to go." "-Still.... they're kinda nice to look at. I got some sesame seeds if you wanna try feeding it"

Leo Kurosagi - Kinda similar to Kaito, Leo would try to convince you the dove showed because someone (or you) likes him. One of his millions of fans, probably. Except Leo does it in more if a... Leo way as opposed to Kaito's desperate goofball methods.

Jabberwock:

Haru Sagara - Haru would explain the dove like the cheery zookeeper he is while vaguely admitting his feelings for you " See that pink dove over there? They only show up when one person really likes another! I was hoping to show you one! Gyahahaha!"

Towa Otonashi - I feel like Towa would just hand you the dove as if it was a flower. He's not shy about admitting his love for you, after all! If you don't get it, he'd give you a tight hug with a kiss on the cheek.

Ren Shiranami - Ren would grumpily jeer at you trying to find meaning in the dove's presence. But deep down- he knows why it's here and he's super embarrassed about it. "Why do you keep staring at that stupid bird? It doesn't mean anything..."

Sinostra:

Taiga Hoshibami - If you tried to bring up the dove with Taiga, he'd just.... eat it. "What dove? Like Dove? What's that? Oh! You mean this little birdie? It wasn't your pet, was it? Sorry~!!"

Romeo Lucci - Romeo would berate you for even thinking that he'd like you of all people. "Stop gawking and catch that anomaly! Do you have any idea how valuable they are?"

Ritsu Shinjo - Ritsu would notice the dove distracting you and ask about it. "Is there something interesting about that bird? I need your undivided attention - what we're discussing is quite important"

Hotarubi:

Subaru Kagami - Poor Subaru would break down on the spot. He'd get so anxious over seeing the dove. it's giving him away! Are you going to notice? Have you already noticed? Maybe you don't know what it means? And when you ask him "Are you okay?", he simply responds with "I'm fine!"

Haku Kusanagi - There is one line and one line only that comes to mind.... "Aw look! Even the birds can see how much I like you~." He'd say before caressing your cheek and smiling at you with mischievous eyes.

Zenji Kotodama - Screw the Like Dove- If Zenji likes you, he's already singing you a ballad with a flock of doves happily singing along!

Obscuary:

Edward Hart - Ed would keep eyeing the dove as if trying to get you to notice it and bring it up. But then once you do, in typical Ed fashion, He'd probably just ask you if you like Rui or Lyca more.

Rui Mizuki - I wanted to write a cute little situation where Rui kisses the dove and then the dove kisses you like in Snow White but that would kill the little bird.... Regardless, Rui wouldn't be shy about admitting to liking you. "A Like Dove? Someone must be thinking about you~!! Seems like I got some competition~!!"

Lyca Colt - I feel like Lyca would get jealous of the dove and try and chase it away. You're supposed to be paying attention to him! Not some stupid bird!

Mortkranken:

Yuri Isami - Once he sees the dove, Yuri would try and gloat about his knowledge on the little creature- entirely missing why it's shown up until/if you mention that someone must be thinking about one of you two. To which he'd backtrack and say that it's all just rumour or speculation or something else that brushed off his self-incrimination.

Jiro Kirisaki - Like Luca, Jiro would just straight up tell you in the most clinical way possible that he's in love with you. "Like Doves are said to represent one person's feelings for another. I'd say the rumours are accurate, seeing as it's here now and my fondness towards you."

[count-on-mi]

Twice Interactive Story Part 15 You got nothing in the end, Cheater (Nayeon, Momo, Feat. Jihyo)

You wake up in the morning, and you go out to find that Jihyo and Dahyun are still sleeping, so you go to Kitchen to prepare breakfast for yourself.

You check the phone, there is still no update from Nayeon, but nothing else you could do, maybe she just need some time to calm down.

Momo texts you that she wants you to pick her at her home, she wants to spend the day with you outside rather than at the gym.

I respond that that would be great.  I make breakfast for Jihyo and Dahyun and then get dressed to go pick up Momo.

You prepare the breakfast for Jihyo and Dahyun before you leave for Momo. You drive to her home and wait for her.

Momo already standing on the street waiting for you. Momo has well prepared for your first date, she is wearing a pretty dress, a more decorative makeup compared to her makeup in the gym. 'Momo is so beautiful today.' You talk to yourself in mind.

"You look great Momo." I tell her. At my first opportunity. "Did you have any place in mind today?"

Momo kisses your cheek after she gets in your car. 'Thank you, honey. Maybe we can go to see a movie, then some shopping, finally a romantic dinner? I am not so sure, but I want things go more romantic as it's our first date, not in gym, not on bed.'

"That sounds great." I make start driving to an a very nice movie theater.

You buy the movie ticket and popcorn before entering the theater, Momo sits next to you, she grabs your hand and lay her head on your shoulder, asking you to feed her the popcorn.

I do just that. "Look at you are acting like a princess" I joke.

'Aren't Momoring your princess?' Momo giggles and kisses your cheek. 'This is the reward for my knight.'

Unexpectedly, there are some hot scenes which the actors are making out passionately, you turn around and see that there are some couple audience are kissing too.

'No, Y/N, there's too many people here. Don't...' Momo is shy and try to push you away. You ignore her and grab her for a French kiss.

You two kiss until you are out of breath, Momo hide her head in your chest after your lips are separated, 'Y/N ar...'

I cup Momo's cheek and have her look at me. "What was that?"

'No, honey, I'm just too happy to be with you.' Momo hugs you tighter. 'But don't do that again, I am shy to kiss you when there are so many people.'

"Do what? This?" I say before french kissing her again.

Momo replies to your kiss passively, hitting your chest lightly. 'Ah, I told you not to do it.' You just giggle and hug her closer for the rest of the movie.

You two then go window shopping at shopping malls before you two have a romantic dinner at a good restaurant, with candles and flowers.

At our dinner we talk about a few things, and I feed Momo some of her food. I plan on taking her back to her place afterwards to have some fun.

After the dinner, you whisper to Momo when you are walking back to your car. 'Let's have some fun tonight, your place or my place?' Momo just shyly nods.

'If you don't answer, let's go to your place.' You then drive Momo back to her home.

As we reach her door, I give her a light spank and kiss her. "I hope you don't have work tomorrow because I want to go all night long."

'I'm more than glad that you can stay overnight with me' Momo kisses you again and bring you to the shower room. 'Should we start by the shower?' Momo start removing her clothes before you answer her.

I start groping her, sliding my fingers inside her pussy, "yeah, let's clean each other Momo. Let's be very thorough."

You two giving handjob to each other while enjoying the hot water shower, you use your other hand to play with her tits while kissing her.

Momo cums before you, she struggle to stand and laying her body on you. You feel you are going to cum too, but Momo stops the stroking.

"Momo I was so close." I tell her.

'I know, but I want you to cum in me.' Momo grabs your dick and pull you out of the shower.

Momo jerks you a few times, stops again when she feels you gonna cum. She sits on the sink, spilt her legs and rub her pussy, waiting you to come in.

I put my hand under her chin to distract her while I suddenly thrust my cock deep inside her.

Momo moans instantly after you have entered her. 'OH, yes, I miss it so much.' You grab her ass to fix her position so you can fuck her harder.

'Yes, just like this, harder, honey.' Momo cross her legs on your back to lock your cock inside her. You already on the edge of orgasm before you thrust in, her suction in her pussy makes you reach the point of no return.

I fill Momo's pussy with my cum and continue thrusting past my orgasm. I hear Momo's moans and get a little rougher.

You can feel Momo's pussy keep milking you while you are thrusting, you keep shooting waves of cum inside her.

'Ah, so warm, honey, you fill me up.' Momo enjoys your rough sex, 'Cum everything in me, honey, I don't wanna leave anything for Nayeon.'

I spank her hard, leaving an imprint of my hand "don't say her name." I continue thrusting, making sure that she's getting all of my cock.

'Ah, yes, honey, don't say her name. You only belong to me, ah forever.' Momo moans loudly as you fuck her roughly.

'Babe, I'm gonna cum again if you go this fast.' Momo arcs her back from the sensation.

I keep at that pace and suck on her right tit while fondling the left. "Cum for me Momo."

'OH yes, honey, oh...' Momo moans when she cums, you keep fucking her through the orgasm.  'Honey, it's so good, maybe you should get some rest now.' Momo slightly pushes you away, and you lay on the bathroom floor, waiting her to ride you.

The cold floor make your body shivers and you just thrust your hips up to reply Momo's riding.

I spank Momo leaving her ass red. "Come on Momo, go faster." I say as I pull her down as she moves up.

Momo arcs her back and rides faster when she receive your order. The way her pussy massage your sensitive spots make you feel good. 'Yes, right here, grind harder, Momo!'

Momo pulls your body up, pressing your head to her tits.

I take one in my mouth, sucking in it and occasionally biting her nipple. As we continue on the floor, I could feel her getting ready to cum again so I pick up the pace.

Momo is triggered by you biting her nipples, her walls become tighter, you can feel she is going to cum, you grab her ass and thrust your hips faster.

'OH, OH, OH' With three more thrusts, Momo cums all over your dick. Momo collapses due to the orgasm and lets your head go.

I lift Momo up, moving us to her bedroom where I rub my cock against her entrance before sliding it in. "Are you tired already Momo?"

'A little bit, honey, but I'm ok. Fuck me Baby.' Momo grabs your cock and put in.

'Take me, baby.' Momo kisses you and ask you to fuck her.

I spread apart Momo's legs and start thrusting into her quickly and roughly. I can feel her pussy swallow go deeper.

Momo is too tired to cross her legs on your back, she just simply lay her legs on the bed.

Momo slowly stop replying to your assault, she just tense her muscle, hoping to milk you as soon as possible. 'Ah, honey, I'm gonna cum, cum with me.'

I start to move in and out like a high-speed piston as I work to reach my orgasm. I feel myself get close to cumming and tell Momo.

You thrust faster to chase your orgasm, Momo's orgasmed pussy is so tight, which you just gonna cum. 'Momo, I'm cumming.' Momo is too exhausted to answer you, she just nods and you cum in her.

You slowly try to pull out, wanting Momo to rest better as you know she is too tired. But Momo stops you, 'No, don't pull out, I wanna feel you a bit longer.'

I ram my cock back into her, "There you go Momo" in the meantime I start grabbing her breasts, pinching her nipples and pulling on them.

Momo laying back in your arms, wanting to get closer to you. She enjoy your caress, her body shivers from the pleasure, you two just enjoying this moment.

However, Momo breaks the silence, she turns around and cup your cheek, looking at your eyes with a worried look. 'Why would Nayeon know we are together, what happen? Would you leave me to go back to her?'

"Look Momo, I told her because I couldn't keep our relationship going the way it was. She hasn't messaged me or anything since then. It's over."

'Really? So we are not secret lovers anymore? I can be your girlfriend now?' Momo is so excited that she just kiss you.

'If Nayeon doesn't cherish you, I will, honey.'

"Momo, I'd like a favor. I'd like a little bit of time to myself. Just to clear my head. I hope you understand, me and Nayeon were together for a long time. I just want a week."

'I have waited long time ago, it's ok for one more week, I'm fine.' Momo hugs you tighter, 'Would you stay with me tonight, babe? I want to have a good ending for our first date.' Momo hides her face in your chest.

"Of course, Momo," I kiss her head and then slide my cock out of her to cuddle with her.

You two cuddle and sleep, you sleep so well that you did not notice your phone is keep buzzing.

When you wake up the next morning, you finally realize what happened last night.

You have numbers of miss call from Dahyun, and she texted you that 'Nayeon eooni is back, where are you now, Oppa. Come back now!'

Unexpectedly, Nayeon also texted you, 'Is this your answer, Y/N?' Attached with a photo that Momo took when you were sleeping last night, it is obvious to let others to know you two slept together last night.

I send message to Nayeon, "You were gone, not a single message from you Nayeon. What else was I supposed to think besides it was over between us." After that I leave Momo's house.

'Do you know I waited for you the whole night long at home after the fight? I am going to fix it if you come back to me. But where have you been, you did not come back? And now you already hooked up with Momo again? Momo texted me that you are going to break up with me and date her. I just thought we need some time to calm down, but seems I am not in your heart anymore if you can move on so quickly.' Nayeon sends a long message to you.

I send a reply to Nayeon. "I'm done with both of you. I know I did wrong in the first place, but you two are acting like children with this." After a minute I send a voice message to Nayeon. I think of my mistakes and the trouble I've caused. "Be happy Nayeon. You don't have to deal with me anymore. You can be free, by happy with someone else. Someone who really deserves you. ...Look I'm sorry for everything, for all the pain and anguish I've caused you, for my lies, ...for being me. Please find someone who can make you happy. Someone better."

I send a message to Momo that I don't appreciate what she did and end my relationship with her too. I start my drive back home.

'You know what I mean if I did not bring all my belongings with me, but it seems is really over now. I respect your choice, I hope you can find someone that can treat you better, I don't know you require such a sense of security in the relationship, sorry for those lonely night when you need me but I am not here.' Nayeon seems calmed down and sends you the last farewell.

'I will still treat Dubu and Chae as my siblings, I hope you don't mind?'

I stop by the side of the rode. Sending her another voice message, "Nayeon...I really do love you." I feel myself get choked up with tears "Maybe in another world things would've worked out between us. Maybe if I wasn't an idiot, maybe I just talked to you about my feelings more. I love Nayeon, and I'll miss you. I just don't think I'll ever be worthy of a woman like you. You never did any wrong, it was always my fault. All my fault. Of course, I don't mind, you can always treat Dubu and Chae as siblings. They love you too. I ended everything with Momo. I know I don't deserve it, but if you could wait for me at home. Just so I can give you one last hug I'd appreciate it. I don't really expect you to be there but a man can dream." I restart my drive home, driving quicker than ever.

'Sorry, Y/N. I gonna go, I'm afraid that I won't want to leave again if I see you. I am sorry. If there are miracles, we may meet each other again. Goodbye Y/N, I will cherish all our moments in my heart, forever.'

You rush back to your home, you open the door, only seeing Dahyun and Jihyo, Nayeon is gone.

'Oppa, Nayeon has left, with a crying face, what happen? You two break up again?'

"It’s over. I'm going to bed."

You back to your room, laying on the bed, you look around to check is there anything Nayeon has left for you. Her belongings are still here, but this time the meaning is different, last time you still have chance to fix your relationship, this time just probably Nayeon doesn't have enough time to take it with her before you arrive.

Your tears start dropping down again, it is impossible that you are not hurt after the breakup, no one can be blamed, both of you have mistake, your disloyalty, Nayeon's taken the relationship for granted.

You hear the door is opened, you get up and wipe away your tears. It's Jihyo, 'You ok, Y/N? Do you need to talk?'

"I'm a fuck up Jihyo. You hear that? A fuck up. I don't deserve anything." I cover my face with my hands, nit allowing her to see it.

'No, Y/N, you are a nice person.' Jihyo sits beside you and gives you a hug. 'Remember you are the only one that willing to help me, not my family and friends, but you.'

'I always trust you are a good person.'

"I'm not a good person Jihyo, I threw away a relationship I was in for years because I couldn't stand being alone during the weeks. I'm fool."

'It's ok, it's OK Y/N, I know how tough it will be when you are alone, just like Daniel throw me at home alone.' Jihyo caress your head in her arms. 'It didn't change the fact that you help me even we just know each other, it didn't change the fact that you are good person.'

"I guess we are two injured souls" i joke. I hug Jihyo back. "Thank you Jihyo."

'If you are an injured soul, do you need some treatment then?' You feel Jihyo is pressing your head towards her chest, again you are surprised how big she is.

Your phone rings suddenly, Jihyo lets you go to pick up the call, it's Momo, she must have seen your message.

"I think you should step out for a moment Jihyo." As Jihyo leaves I'll pick up the phone.

'Why would you break up with me, you are going to break up with Nayeon, I am just telling her the fact if you are not willing to.' Momo seems angry on the other side of the phone.

"Momo, it's over. Let it go, I'm not going to argue with you."

'I need a proper reason, Y/N. It isn't fair, why it is ok that Nayeon wants us to leave you, but it is not ok that I tell Nayeon to leave you after you two are broken up. Tell me why, Y/N?'

'Did you ever love me, Y/N? Or do you just want to fuck me from the beginning?' Momo becomes angrier after hearing your reply.

"I did love you for a period of time, but the way you two acted was childish. I'm not with Nayeon anymore Momo, just like I'm not with you. Neither one of you did the right thing by sending those pictures to each other. I enjoyed our time together at the gym Momo. it was fun being pushed to my limits by you and relaxing afterwards. Our date last night was great, I loved getting to spend time with you outside of the gym but I'm not going to deal with your recent actions."

'It's Nayeon who started the war first, What's wrong for me to reply to her? Have you ever considered my feeling? I give up a lot of things to be with you, even my colleagues make fun of me for offering other services to you, even others saying I am a Snake that steals other's boyfriend. And now you said I am childish?'

"I didn't know, I'm sorry for not considering what you had to give up Momo. I still expect you to be the bigger woman though and not give into such actions though."

'Y/N, I never wanted to affect your relationship with Nayeon, I am already so happy to be your secret lover, but... but she did it first, I just... I just can't let you go without doing anything. I never want our relationship to go to the public if you are dating others.'

'We act childish because we both don't want you to leave, don't you understand?'

"Momo, I think we should take a break. I understand how you feel, but I just want to be alone for a little bit."

'You want one week right, Y/N? It's ok, just think about what you want before you come back to me, ok? It's ok if you still being with Nayeon, I can still be your secret lover.'

'I just want you to know, I really love you, Y/N.' Momo starts crying before she ends the call.

I put the phone away and lay back in the bed.  I just close my eyes and take deep breathes.