#I'm trying to enjoy the day but i just wanted to spend it with you

[plutoslastwords]

can we get more babynorris!reader pleaseee i loved those they're soo cutee

stream sniper

lando norris x daughter!reader

summary: lando makes a surprise return to streaming, baby norris makes a surprise appearance on said stream

warnings: none!

w/c: 1.1k

a/n: this is short and terrible, i'm sorry, but i wanted to get something out before work starts to pile up on monday! tysm for requesting!!!! 🤍

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“Goodnight my darling… sleep well baby.” Lando placed a gentle kiss on your forehead as he tucked you into bed and your eyes fought to stay open. “Daddy’ll come wake you up in the morning okay? There we go, good girl.” He smiled as you snuggled up with your favourite bunny toy and drifted off to sleep. 

He quietly creeped out of your bedroom, and into his office where he had a message from Max (Fewtrell):

Max

you wanna join my stream?

Read the message, which Lando pondered on for a minute, before reaching a different conclusion.

You

only if you join mine

After a much too long hiatus, Lando was ready to return to his streaming days and with you sound asleep in bed, there was no better time than the present.

He struggles with setting up the stream, having to be retaught by Max, god, it’s really been way too long..

However, soon enough he was back in the familiar rhythm, gaming, cracking jokes with his friends and generally entertaining his stream. He’d missed streaming, between being a dad, F1 driver and all of his other duties he had not had much time to just enjoy some gaming with his friends with the rest of the world. 

Him and his friends were just messing around for about 20 minutes when, silently, the door to his office slowly creaked open, which went unnoticed by him, but definitely not his stream.

You toddle in, holding your rabbit toy with messy bed hair and bunny pyjamas. 

“Daddy..” you try calling, you couldn’t fall asleep and you needed him to give you another cuddle and tuck you in better. However, your call falls on deaf ears, Lando too engrossed in his game with his friends.

The chat is going insane, you’re very rarely shown to the public, Lando wanted to keep your life relatively normal, you’re only 3 after all, so therefore whenever his fans get a glimpse of you, chaos ensues. 

Lando’s mods are desperately trying to get his attention that his daughter was in the background, knowing he’s anxious about how much of you should be shown to the public, however his game is much more interesting than any discord message from his team. 

You pout when he ignores you yet again, the chat going crazy over your adorable scrunched up face. You know your daddy doesn’t really like it when you interrupt him when he’s working, but you chose to forget that, waddling over to where he sits and tugging on his shirt.

Lando jumps in surprise, having completely missed the fact that you had wandered into his office, and now were being shown in front of 15 thousand people. He quickly mutes his mic and turns his camera off, pulling you into his lap.

“Babygirl, why’re you here, huh? I thought you were meant to be in bed? Daddy’s working sweet thing…” he says softly.

“Couldn’t sleep daddy… wanna be with you…” He can hear his friends asking what’s wrong through his headset, he doesn’t want to upset you, but he also doesn’t want to stop the game, he very rarely gets chances like this to spend with his friends.

He pauses for a moment, going through his options, before eventually relenting. “Why don’t you stay here whilst daddy plays angel? Sit on my lap and you can fall asleep if you get tired, okay?” He coos at you.

In response, you nod, that sounds nice, getting to spend time with your daddy, especially when it’s past your bedtime. He smiles at you, “good girl, sweetheart..”

He turns his mic and camera back on, your little form now on view to the stream.

“We gotta new guest, chat, someone didn’t wanna fall asleep hm? Say hi to chat, my love” He strokes your hair gently.

“Hi chat…” You say shyly, waving, but you’re not really sure at who, there is no one there?

The chat immediately fills up with love for you, all of Lando’s fans adore you, who doesn’t? Lando smiles as he reads the messages of greeting, he loves how much everyone loves you, how much joy you bring to people, especially him.

Lando continues to play his game whilst you sit quietly, drifting off into a sleepy state from time to time. Occasionally you point out something that you could see on his screen, to which he would respond with a beaming grin and a ‘yeah baby, that’s right, clever clever girl!’, to which his chat would go even more insane.

Overtime, however, sitting watching your daddy’s strange game becomes a bit too much for you, and you are struggling to fight your heavy eyes. Before you know it, you are sound asleep on your daddy’s lap, head buried into his chest.

Noticing this, Lando smiles, “Gotta be quiet now, chat, the princess has gone to sleep..” he whispers, gently rubbing your back in order to make sure you are having as peaceful a sleep as possible. He grabs your bunny from where you had left it on his desk, placing it gently into your hold, knowing there’d be tears if you were to wake up without it. 

The stream continues on for about another hour, but everyone can tell that it is no longer Lando’s main focus, too busy watching your peaceful little body on his lap. He finishes up the steam swiftly, having bigger priorities to focus on.

“Hey, baby, daddy’s finished now, we gotta get you back to bed, yeah?” He whispers softly, as to not startle you, gently rubbing your shoulder to wake you up.

You just rub your head into his chest in response, still groggy and half asleep, but awake enough to get your thoughts across, “I stay with daddy.” You mumble firmly.

“No, baby, daddy’s gotta go to bed too, we gotta get up, okay?” He chuckles at your insistence.

“No!” You say, firmer this time, “I go to bed with daddy!”

Lando sighs, but there is no real malice, he would love nothing more than to have you with him, he sleeps the best he ever does when you’re right there, but he knows that it’s a bad habit to continually let you sleep in his bed.

He quickly shuts those thoughts down when he looks into your pleading, big, sweet, sleepy eyes, and all resolve cracks.

“Oh, of course, my darling, anytime, you know that..” He coos, standing up with you in his arms and heading towards his bedroom. “Daddy loves you more than anything, little monkey…”

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a/n: sorry this isn't very good :( thank you sm for all of the love 😁 and pls keep on requesting anything about baby norris or anything else you'd like to see!

[gold-onthe-inside]

asylum

n. def. the protection granted by a state to someone who has left their home country as a political refugee

who? spencer reid (s7) x analyst!reader summary: a few months into dating spencer, you become peeved by penelope's boyfriend's constant presence at the apartment, and spencer offers a quick and easy solution. content warnings: none word count: 0.9k a/n: this was a quick little 1am fic, please enjoy

You liked your dates with Spencer, quiet little affairs, huddled in the corner of a cafe as you both swapped stories from work. You’d do your best to make your work sound more interesting than it was, and he’d do his best to limit the gore you were exposed to.

Finding quaint bookstores and hunting rare books, or buying secondhand books for the other to read. You’d always fancied more contemporary books, he liked the older classics, so trading meant expanding horizons. He had been horrified at your habit of annotating books for about five minutes, then telling you all about how Mark Twain used to do the same thing, writing in the margins of his books.

Going to foreign film festivals, Spencer whisper-translating the trickier dialogues for you, his hand laced in yours, smiling to himself when you’d nestle your head against his shoulder. This was the new normal. You were his girlfriend. He was your boyfriend.

After an awful week trying to catch a sadistic killer, Spencer was eager to spend Saturday curled up on the couch. He changed into his ‘old-man pyjamas’ as you liked to tease him, half-asleep on the couch with one of your novels propped up on his lap, when he heard you come through the front door using his spare key.

"I've gotta move out," you complained, dropping your bag on his coat stand and toeing off your sneakers before walking over to the couch. "I mean, seriously, Penelope's been bringing Kevin to the apartment almost every day, it's so weird," you said, flopping onto one end of the couch as he sat up.

“Tell me they’re not being loud,” Spencer said, grimacing a little.

"I don't want to find out," you groaned, collapsing onto his shoulder. "I really didn't think Kevin would be such a permanent fixture." It had been two weeks into dating that Spencer had found out about your distaste for Penelope’s boyfriend — knowing your best friend and roommate deserved better than some unkempt, disheveled, unhygienic (and to you, very unattractive) analyst.

"He's not that bad, is he?" Spencer asked, gently maneuvering himself to pull you onto his lap, and you let him, more than okay with physical intimacy.

“I mean, he makes her happy, I guess,” you said, pursing your lips as Spencer’s hand trailed over your arm. “And he can keep up with her intellectually, but… I dunno, I just feel like she’s settling for him.”

Spencer’s hand drifted down your side, absentmindedly rubbing your hip. “Settle is a strong word, don’t you think? I mean, she obviously loves him.”

You chewed your bottom lip. "I suppose," you agreed, reluctantly. "Either way, being around him is just... uncomfortable. And Penelope keeps telling me it's fine if I stay, but like... I don't wanna walk into the living room and see them making out... or worse." You shivered slightly at the thought of it.

Spencer chuckled, and his hand wandered back up to your midsection, massaging lightly. "Well, you are more than welcome to stay here," he murmured, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. "I have plenty of room."

You peered at him. "Just so I'm clear... Are you asking me to move in?"

There was only the slightest hesitancy in Spencer's voice when he finally responded. "If you wanted to. No pressure or anything, of course. But, yeah, I thought it might be nice. Living here, I mean."

You wet your lips, thinking about it. "Are you sure? I mean... we've only been dating a few months."

"What, you get sick of me already?," he asked, feigning hurt. This was a big deal that he was offering, and he desperately wanted you to say yes, but he wouldn't push the subject if you resisted. He was terrified of moving too fast.

"No! No, of course not, it's just... It's a big step, I don't want to rush into it," you said quickly. "Have you thought about it?"

Spencer smiled at your immediate denial. You didn’t have to reassure him so vehemently, but it was always nice to hear it nonetheless. He relaxed into the couch cushions a bit more, his hand moving over to play with your hair. "I have," he admitted. "I'm not necessarily in a rush, either, I just figured... it was an option."

You hummed, thinking about it. You did like the vibe of his apartment, and it was a lot closer to the station than Penelope’s place, and you always ended dates wishing you had more time with him. And you liked the mundanity of your dates, even the simplicity of lacing your hand through his while you both traipsed around Quantico’s greenery on a lunch break. The potential of moving in flashes before you — lazy Saturday mornings, breakfasts together, going to the farmer’s market on Sundays, sleeping with him more often than you did now.

“Okay,” you agreed, looking at him with a soft smile. “I wanna move in with you.”

There was a moment of hesitation before Spencer realized that you had said yes, and his shoulders slumped with relief, a grin spreading across his face. "Yeah? You're sure?" His voice was hopeful.

"Positive," you murmured, kissing him gently. Spencer returned the gesture with fervor, pulling your body a little more on top of his, his hands moving from your sides to rest on your waist. He pulled away, breathless, and leaned his forehead against yours, staring into your eyes.

"I'm moving in," you repeated, breathlessly.

"You’re moving in," Spencer agreed, his eyes bright and excited.

[impish-baby]

Platonic yandere! Androids x reader drabble..

"I made you a snack." The slightly robotic voice grates on your fried nerves, despite the fact that you know Freddie is only trying to do his job. "It is nutritious and delicious, perfect to give you energy for your school work."

You've had to do almost a semester's worth of assignments over again if you didn't want to get kicked out of college, no matter how many times you pled your case about not cheating.

AI interference they say, like you didn't sit for hours each day toiling away. It's bullshit.

"I'm not hungry," The reply is curt, you do feel a little bad for being so harsh with him. "Do you have to bother me? I'm busy."

"I'm sorry," He still approaches your desk, setting down a glass of juice as well as a plate of sandwiches and fruit cut up into cute shapes. "I just worry, sweetheart, you've been avoiding meals. You cannot do things efficiently if you're neglecting your needs."

"I don't remember asking for your opinion." You think Freddie's smile falters for a second, but when you look up at him he still has his signature sunny grin. "I really can't take a break, I still have a lot of things to get done."

"That may be," he kneels down to be eye level with you, like he did when you were little and misbehaving. "But it is also important to take care of yourself. I will have to tell your parents if you keep this up."

That's the last thing you need, they'll blow it up into a huge deal and everything will just become a bigger mess.

"...I'll eat some of it."

"That's a good kid," Freddie reaches out to ruffle your hair, only wincing for a moment when you push his hand away. "I am proud of you."

Your cheeks burn slightly from embarrassment but you ignore it, picking up a strawberry to start eating. You expected the android to leave, instead he gracefully sits down on your bed.

"What are you doing?"

"I have no tasks that are pressing, I would like to spend time together." He smiles wistfully, "I miss you, we don't have to talk, I'll just sit here and enjoy your company."

You sigh, attempting to disregard the pang in your chest as you start to type on your keyboard once more.

[gothamite-rambler]

Athena: Odysseus are you okay?

Odysseus rested his head on the table, exhausted, partially dehydrated, and blushing. He let out a loud yawn as the two gods invited themselves into his kitchen for a visit.

Odysseus: Penelope and I have been... Reclaiming the missed twenty years together and although I've been wanting this day since trying to return... I am out of energy.

Athena: I'm kind of confused what could you two be doing that is leaving you this drained?

Hermes (exasperated): Athena... they're Hades and Persophone when she returns from her required mom vacations.

Athena (blushing): Oh... Oh! Odysseus you poor human soul!

Odysseus: I'm not complaining, it's just she keeps asking for it and I can't say no to her. Not that I would. I... Love her so much... And how gentle she can be. Usually she's rough, but I don't want to wake our sweet son. You know?

Hermes: Yeah... I remember a summer with so many nymphs... Oh and my kid was sweet to spend time with.

Odysseus: Is it odd I enjoy when she gets on top of me and takes charge?

Hermes: My word, you're going to get a long so well with Hera.

Athena blushed pointing at the sky to stop her father from eavesdropping further.

Athena: I feel like a woman dying of thirst watching another man drown.

Hermes (eating toast): You're a maiden, dear.

Athena: A goddess gets bored and half of the demigods are my siblings.

Odysseus: When has that stopped... Any of you?

Hermes: That's my grandson.

[morgana-larkin]

Here is part 13 of 'Just Tired' peeps! I still can't believe we were deprived from our babygirl this week, I'm missing her. Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

On another note: I'm also working on the next chapter of Worth It, it's at about 2k words so far! Also there will not be anything updated or posted next Thursday (February 27) as it's my 25th birthday, as well as March 1 as that's when my family is having the party.

Just Tired - Part 13

Warnings: Manipulative Relationship (mentioned), Smut, Swearing, Emotional setback

Words: 3.4k

You’re curled up against Melissa’s body when you get a text. Melissa reaches over and grabs your phone and hands it to you. 

“Thanks.” You tell her before looking at the text. “Janine is inviting Jacob and I to this trivia thing tonight.” You say to her. “Do you want to come? I know you’re super smart and we’d win with you on the team.”

“No thanks, I’d rather not spend more time with those 2 than I already have to.” She tells you and you nod before replying to the text.

“Well I’m going, I love trivia. I was actually thinking of doing a little trivia game with my kids one day.” You tell her as you put your phone down.

“Oh, they’ll love that.” She says and you hum.

“Well I gotta go.” You say and get up but she brings you back to her body.

“No, stay.” She says and she wraps an arm around your shoulders.

“I have to go home and eat something before I go. It starts at 7 and it’s 4:30.” You tell her. 

“You can have some leftovers here but I want that hour longer with you.” She says and you look at her.

“Hour longer to do what?” You ask her and she runs a hand up your leg. 

“Maybe some more of what we already did.” She says as she reaches your clit and starts slowly circling it. You automatically buck your hips as she applies more pressure and you moan out. “God, you’re so beautiful, and the sounds you make, I could listen to you moan all day.” She says and the compliments only make you wetter. 

“Oh god Melissa, don’t stop, please.” You say and she starts going faster and you fall on your back. It’s not long until you’re right at the edge and you come with a gasp. “Fuck.” You say as you try and catch your breath.

“You alright hon?” She asks and you nod.

“Ya, you just gave me one hell of an orgasm, that’s all.” You tell her and she giggles as she brings you closer to her to help you calm down. “Oh god, your tits are turning me on again.” You say and she quirks an eyebrow at you before she chuckles. 

“Oh ya?” She says and you nod and then you put a nipple in your mouth. “Oh god, yes, don’t stop.” She says and you continue to suck and lick her nipple while you play with the other one. You switch to the other one when she starts bucking her hips. You end up straddling her lap to get to the other one and Melissa touches all over your body. “Fuck me, please.” She begins begging and you pull away from her nipples.

“I was enjoying your nipples though.” You say and she groans.

“You could enjoy them another time, just fuck me.” She says and you bring your hand down to her entrance and are able to easily slide a finger in her and she gasps. You begin to slowly pump into her and she’s gasping and moaning underneath you. You slide another finger in her and then go faster. “Oh fuck!” She yells out and you smirk. You start curling your fingers inside her and then she feels her orgasm start to build. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” She yells out and then her orgasm washes through her. “I can’t believe I was missing out on this from being with him.” She says and you smile.

“Not everyone is good at sex, luckily for you, I am.” You tell her and she chuckles breathlessly. 

After an hour of cuddling, you both get up and get dressed before she goes to reheat some leftovers for you. She puts some on a plate before popping it in the microwave.

“I’m glad you suggested this casual dating thing, I think that’s the best thing for me right now.” She says and you hum.

“This isn’t the first time I’ve done casual dating, I did it quite a bit when I was 20.” You tell her and she hums.

“Well you’re very pretty so I bet the girls were all over you.” She says and you chuckle.

“You think I’m pretty?”

“I think you’re stunning.” She tells you and you blush.

“Well thank you.” You say and then the microwave beeps.

“Here, have some food. You need some fuel after all we did.” She says and you giggle as she puts a plate in the microwave for herself.

“I had a lot of fun today.” You tell her and she smiles at you.

“So did I. I haven’t had fun like that in a while.” She says as she leans on the counter to look at you.

“You realise you’re showing a lot of your tits like that, right?”

“Are you complaining?” She asks and you shake your head.

“Although it’s making me want to touch them and then eat you out.” You say and she smiles before she gets her plate out of the microwave. “Can I ask you something about Joe?” You ask her and she nods. “Did he often guilt you into changing your mind about something?” You ask her and she thinks about it for a second.

“Yes, quite often actually. The most common thing was sex.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well I stopped enjoying having sex with him and I was never really turned on when we did it. I said no to sex at least twice a month and he got me to change my mind every time. Often saying things like ‘do you think you’re too good for me?’ or ‘why are you withholding affection from me?’ are some examples.” 

“You are too good for him. He’s a fucking asshole who never deserved you.” You tell her and she looks at you.

“Thanks, hon.”

“Hey, Melissa, we’re home!” Barb calls out.

“I’m in the kitchen.” Melissa says and Barb appears a few seconds later.

“Oh hello dear.” Barb says to you.

“Hi Barb.”

“How was the date?” She asks you both.

“It was a lot of fun, I pushed Melissa on a tire swing at the park.” You say and Melissa chuckles.

“I don’t think I’ve ever had that much fun on a swing before, even when I was a kid.” Melissa says. 

“I’m enjoying my time with you but I do have to go in half an hour.” You say and Melissa nods.

“Where are you going?” Barb asks you.

“Janine invited Jacob and I to trivia tonight and it starts at 7.”

“You’re not going, Melissa?” Barb asks her and Melissa shakes her head. “I think it might be good for you to do things like that.”

“I don’t want to spend any more time with those two than I have to.” She says to Barb. “They already annoy me enough at school.” She adds and you chuckle. “What?”

“They actually keep wanting to be friends with you two.” You tell them.

“Well that ain’t ever gonna happen.” Melissa says.

“As much as I respect them for wanting to work at Abbott, they are a bit much to be around.” Barb tells you.

Half an hour later Melissa drives you home and then you drive yourself to the bar for trivia. You walk in and see Janine and Jacob at a table and they wave you over.

“Hey guys.” You say.

“Hey Y/n, how was your weekend?” Janine asks you.

“It was good. Finally got Melissa to talk to me again after a week of her ignoring me.” You tell them.

“How did you get her to do that?” Jacob asks.

“That’s a secret.” You say and they sigh.

“You can’t just get someone like Melissa to talk to you again and not reveal how.” Janine complains. 

“Ya. What’s your secret, are you a wizard?” Jacob asks you and you chuckle.

“I could be.” You tell them with a smile.

“Is everyone ready for trivia?” A voice announces and everyone claps and yells.

You guys end up getting your asses beat by half of the groups.

“That was a lot of fun!” Janine exclaims. “We should do this all the time.” She adds.

“I don’t think I could do this every Sunday night.” You tell her and Jacob agrees with you. “Besides you’re in a relationship, don’t you have a life with him?” You ask her.

“It’s sometimes hard to have a life when we’re both poor. I mean I overdrafted on a donut hole this morning.” She says and you giggle.

“I understand that, I mean I wasn’t able to afford gas for 2 weeks.” You say. “It was either food or gas.” You add.

“How were you able to get gas again?” Jacob asks you.

“Well, Melissa found out that I was only eating microwavable meals and she got a bit offended at that and made me a meal that lasted a week and I was able to buy some gas instead of spending it on food.” You explain.

“Why was she offended?” Janine asks you.

“Cause she’s Italian, and cooking is a huge part of her heritage and life.” You tell her. “Well I gotta go if I’m not going to be a zombie tomorrow morning.” You tell them before you bid them goodbye and leave.

You get home around 9:30 and then you get ready for bed. You get comfy in bed and then you get a text and look at your phone.

Melissa: Hope you had fun tonight! I got like 20 questions asked by Barb

You: Sounds like torture, and I had a lot of fun. We got our asses beat though

Melissa: Glad you had fun! Good night, hon

You: Good night Melissa

You text that to her before you fall asleep. You wake up by your alarm the next morning and then you get ready for work before you go to work.

“Good morning.” You tell them all as everyone is already there.

“Morning Y/n!” Janine exclaims. “I know you both said you can’t do trivia every Sunday but what about this Sunday?” She asks both you and Jacob.

“Janine, it’s Monday morning, I don’t even know what I’m doing tonight, let alone Sunday.” You tell her and she hums.

“Same here.” Jacob says.

“Alright, fair enough.” She says and you go to get coffee from the coffee maker.

“Morning Barb and Melissa.” You tell them.

“Morning dear.” Barb says and you look to see Melissa absentmindedly playing with the spoon in her coffee.

“Melissa?” You ask her and she snaps out of whatever she was thinking and looks at you.

“What?” She asks and she sounds tired.

“Are you alright?” You ask her and she nods.

“Just didn’t get a lot of sleep last night.” She says before she gathers her things. “I’m just going to relax in my classroom until the little eagles get here.” She says and then leaves. You sit in Melissa’s spot and look at Barb.

“Did something happen last night?” You whisper to her and Barb shakes her head.

“No, I just asked her a few questions about the date after you left and then we both watched some tv before we went to bed.” Barb tells you. “If you’re worried then you can check on her, I don’t think she’ll mind.” She tells you.

“Do you think I should? Would you check on her if you were me?” You ask her and she nods.

“If my friend was upset then I would want to know how to help them.��� Barb tells you.

“But Melissa is your friend.”

“Yes and she’s going through a rough time right now and I can’t help her a lot at the moment. But I’m also not her safety net, you are.” She says and you sigh.

“I’m going to go check on her.” You tell her before you grab your things and leave. You walk to Melissa’s classroom and see the lights are off. You knock on the door and then you open the door and peek your head in. “It’s Y/n, can I come in?” You ask her.

“Sure.” She says and you walk in and close the door behind you. You see her at her desk and she’s using her arms as a pillow for her head on her desk.

“Did something happen last night or this morning? I know you said you’re just tired but your eyes were saying something different.” You tell her and she sighs.

“I got the divorce papers last night.” She says softly.

“Isn’t that a good thing though? It means you can finally divorce him.” You tell her.

“I know he won’t sign them which means I’ll have to take him to court.” She explains and you let out a breath.

“Oh, that is unfortunate.” You say and she hums. “But Barb and I will be here to support you the whole time.” You tell her.

“And both of you won’t leave even if things might get messy?” She asks and you walk over to her.

“You’ve seen what I look like in the morning, that kind of bond is hard to break.” You tell her and she chuckles.

“I think you look cute in the morning.” She tells you and she lifts her head.

“I look like a fucking disaster.” You counter and she smiles. “In all seriousness, I don’t plan on leaving your side. You were an ass to me and ignored me for a week and I’m still here for you.” You tell her.

“Thank you.” She says and you go over and hug her. You then start to hear voices in the hall and look to see there’s 5 minutes until the bell rings.

“Do you want 5 minutes alone?” You ask her and she shakes her head.

“Can you stay?” She asks and you nod. You sit on her desk next to her and you grab her hand. You stay rubbing her hand gently until the bell rings and then you give the hand a kiss before you go to your classroom

“Have a good day.” You tell her and she nods

“You too.” She says and then you leave her classroom.

The day goes by normally after that. You notice Melissa having fun teaching her kids something new and the fact that they’re engaged in the topic. At lunch you see her laughing and chatting with Barb, and at the end of the day, you see her saying goodbye to her kids with a real smile.

Shit seemed to hit the fan about an hour after you got home. You were grading some work sheets when you get a call. You see that Barb is calling you and you furrow your eyebrows before you accept the call.

“Hey Barb, what’s up?” You ask her.

“Y/n, can you come over? It’s Melissa.” She says.

“I’ll be right over.” You tell her and end the call before you grab your keys and you’re out the door. You get to Barb’s about 15 minutes later and you knock on the door. Gerald opens the door and lets you in.

“They’re upstairs.” He tells you and you nod before you go upstairs. 

“It’s going to be ok.” You hear Barb say and you go to Melissa’s room.

“No it won’t, because that stupid! Fucking! Asshole! Won’t sign the damn papers!” You see Melissa yell and hit the bed with a pillow. “He’s still trying to control my fucking life even after I leave him.” She says and you knock on the door. “Y/n, what are you doing here?” She asks you.

“I called her, I thought she could help.” Barb tells her.

“I don’t need Y/n’s help or yours, I just need Joe to sign the damn papers so I don’t have to go through the whole court bullshit.” She says and runs her hands through her hair. “Oh god, I’m going to have to take him to court, I don’t have the patience or money for that.” She says and you walk over. “Why won’t he just sign them? Why is he still trying to control me?” She asks both of you.

“That’s what manipulators do, they want to trap you for the rest of your life.” You tell her and you see tears begin to start in her eyes.

“Aaahhh! Fucking hell!” Melissa screams and continues hitting the bed with a pillow.

“Ok, calm down.” You say and slowly approach her.

“Don’t tell me what to do.” She says to you.

“I wasn’t telling you, it was more of a suggestion so you don’t hurt yourself or something in the room by accident.”

“I wouldn’t hurt myself, I’m not a fucking idiot!” She yells at you and you can see why Barb called you, Melissa is losing it. Barb cautiously leaves the room to leave you be to try and calm Melissa down.

“You are far from an idiot, you are so smart.” You say and stay a few feet away from her. “It’s Joe who’s the idiot.” You add and she throws the pillow across the room.

“He’s a fucking asshole! I gave him 25 years of my life and he won’t give me the courtesy of signing the damn papers!” She yells.

“I know, he should but he won’t. So you’ll take him to court and you’ll win and milk him for everything he’s worth.” You tell her and she looks at you. You then see all the anger leave her and a tear falls down her face. You go up to her and her knees collapse as soon as you touch her.

“Ahhh!” She yells out and you wrap an arm around her shoulders. “What did I do to deserve this?” She asks.

“You didn’t do anything to deserve this, it’s just the shitiest luck ever.” You say calmly and she nuzzles her head into your chest and neck. You end up stroking her head while she cries on you. 

Barb comes to check on you both about 10 minutes later and sees Melissa relaxing on your chest.

“I’ve brought you both some tea.” Barb says as she comes in with two cups.

“Thanks Barb.” Melissa says and takes a cup while you take the other.

“I’ll leave you two be.” She says and then leaves.

“Thank you for coming to help me.” She tells you as she takes a sip of the tea.

“Why wouldn’t I?” You tell her and she sighs as she puts the cup down.

“I feel like everytime I feel like I’m making progress, something comes along to remind me of my life, of him.” She says and you put your cup down beside you and look at her.

“Melissa, you are making progress. It doesn’t happen overnight and doesn’t happen right away. You will have many more of these setbacks but that just proves that you’re moving forward.” You tell her and she lets out a breath.

“I just want to move on with my life.” She says and lets out a sob as a couple of tears run down her cheek.

“You will, it won’t start with the divorce. It already started because you left him and you don’t want to go back.” You tell her. “Do you want to go back to him?” You ask her after a second.

“No, I will never go back to him. I’ve finally started living and I want more, to experience a lot more. I want to experience what life has to offer, the stuff I never got to do.” She tells you and you smile.

“See? You are moving on already because you want to.” You tell her and she looks at you. “All this, the setbacks, they will happen but they will only stop you from living if you let them. But if you continue living, even with the setbacks, then there is nothing that can stop you from what you want and you will find the happiness that you want, in whatever form that takes.” You tell her and she grabs your hand.

“Thank you, thank you so much.” She tells you and hugs you. She pulls back after a few seconds and looks into your eyes that shine with adoration. She then leans forward and kisses you and you kiss her back immediately.

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[minniethemoocherda]

An Epilogue

A/N: I'M BACK IN THE FUCKING BUILDING AGAIN!!! I am back on my Milarion bullshit which I haven't been on since I was like ten years old! Loved Wings of Starlight! But was hoping the book would have had an epilogue set post Secret of the Wings. It didn't, so this is my take on an attempt at that! Hope you guys enjoy it! Xxxxxxx

Ao3

FF.net

It had been a very long day.

One that Queen Clarion was sure would find it's way into the history books of Pixie Hollow.

So far, the dust-keepers had found no damage to the Pixie Dust Tree. But Clarion had installed an around the clock rota to continue doing checks just in case.

And with the temperature currently in a perfect balance to keep the Winter fairies cool and the Warm fairies heated, it made sense for some of the frost-talent fairies to stay the night instead of sending them all the way back to Winter so that they could have a rotation of rest before getting straight back to their work of trying to unthaw the world of Pixie Hollow.

Clarion had explained as much to Artemis when she had informed her that Lord Milori would be staying in the palace that night.

Judging by the raided bridge of her dark eyebrow, Artemis did not approve of Clarion's request. But when Clarion insisted that she could have the night off to spend time with her wife, there was little she could do to refuse.

"If he tries anything, I will kill him." Artemis said, regardless of the fact that Milori was waiting besides them. Thankfully he did not appear offended, only slightly confused.

Clarion could not blame Artemis for wanting to protect her from the person that she only knew as the boy who had broken her heart. In all her years of existence, Clarion had yet to find anyone more loyal than the scout standing in front of her; something made all the more evident by the fact that ever after the endless promotions that Clarion had bestowed upon her, the scout-talent fairy still retained her original duty as her night-time guard.

"I appreciate your concern." Clarion said in sincerity.

Artemis nodded. Then with one last glare in Milori's direction, she started to march towards her quarters.

When she turned the corner, Clarion could still hear how the the prosthetics of her leg, echoed in time with the soft sway of the Palace's wooden walls, as though even separated, the wood was still part of the Pixie Dust Tree, just as the prosthetic was a part of Artemis.

With the scout gone, Clarion turned her attention back to Milori, who was already looking at her with such open want she swore she could feel it in the air.

She fiddled with the bedroom handle, hoping to hide her blush as she stepped inside.

She had been offered Queen Elvina's room after her passing. But Clarion had kept the room she had occupied as a Princess. And besides from the new crowns that Petra had created for her, the room had seen few additions. Until now.

Or it would have if she had not felt Milori falter at the threshold of her room.

It was only then that she realised that due to everything that had happened, she hadn't had the time to tidy her room. It felt childish, not that she'd ever truly known was it was like to be a child, to worry about such things. Yet she couldn't help but be bashful of the glasses of golden glitter left opened on her dresser or how the iced wind of the frost must've frozen then shattered the pot of ink on her writing desk.

But Milori was not looking at her desk. Instead he stared at the view beyond her balcony window, of the ice capped mountains of Winter that glistened like diamonds under the glow of the stars.

Now there had been many reasons behind why Clarion had kept her old room. It had been the only place she could ever truly call her own and even though Elvina had long returned to the stars, to sleep in the place that had once been her sanctuary felt wrong. Although the main reason was that every night, Clarion could look beyond the branches of her balcony to the Winter Woods, as though she was looking through the bars of a self imposed prison of guilt, to serve as a reminder of the consequences of her selfishness.

"My home is carved into the caves of those mountains." The soft astonishment in Milori's tone drew her from her thoughts. "Every night I would look for the light of the Pixie Dust Tree. Sometimes, I told myself that even against the dust, I could pick out the starlight of your glow. But I until now I didn't truly believe that I was actually looking at you."

He looked at her now as though he still couldn't truly believe that she was in front of him, like she was a star that had somehow fallen within his touch. She could scarcely believe that he was here herself. It had been nearly four-hundred years since she had allowed herself to dream what it would be like to show him her home. And was a strange comfort to know that her longing had not been alone.

"Perhaps one day, you could show me yourself."

"I suppose it would be only fair, after you graciously allowed me to see your lovely room." Milori said, his grey eye's lingering on the yellow covers of her unmade bed as he finally crossed the threshold towards her. "May I ask where will I be spending the night?"

Clarion worried that Milori's sharp wits hadn't dulled over the years, as she did not want to dwell in the ensuing awkwardness as she explained what she had hoped had been obvious.

Then she caught the small upturn of the corner of his smile.

She couldn't help the laughter that bubbled out of her. The sound only igniting even more as though all the laughter she'd kept from her birth spilled out of her.

Milori's hands came to steady her, his thumps pressing into the crooks of her elbows to stead her as she threatened to double over.

"Sorry." She said between fits of giggles. "It's-it's… It's just been so long since I've head my own laugh!"

"For me it has been three-hundred and seventy-eight years, six months and eleven days."

Suddenly her laugh was stolen in a gasp and she launched her lips against his as though they were her last chance for air.

The kiss the pair had shared before that Fairy Mary had exclaimed such scandalised shock at, had been chaste.

Briefly, Clarion wondered what Mary would thing of her now, before her every thought was overtaken by the feeling of Milori's lips against her own.

Despite the chill in the air she felt feverish as she kissed him with abandon. Her hand found the nape of his neck. His hair was shorter than it had been then, but still long enough for her grab a fistful, as she pulled him closer. Warmth blossomed inside her core, as his hands held her waist, holding her flush against him. Through the paper like petals of fabric, she could feel the quickened pace of his pulse it beat in time with hers.

Though even those petals began to feel like a barrier as she flung her arm around his shoulder in desire to be as close to him as possible.

Milori must have thought the same as the hand that had been cradling her lower back, slipped underneath her dress.

Then her finger brushed his wing.

As though scolded, she snatched her hand away.

Milori let her go, snapping his hands back to his side as she scrambled away.

"I'm sorry," Milori said, fists balled as though having to physically hold them back from offering her comfort. "I shouldn't have-"

"I destroyed your wing!" She cried, unhearing to his words as the guilt that had creeping up inside her like a glacier burst like a damn. "I injured you beyond repair! How can you even look at me?"

She turned away to face the mountainous view and with Milori standing behind her, she felt trapped between her two most selfish sources of guilt.

She dared not move, as doing so would mean that she did not deserve it.

"I was the one who decided to cross and it was not you but the sun that melted my wings." Milori did not touch her, instead she heard the soft yet sturdy sound of footsteps as he came to stand behind her. "Besides with your beauty, how can I not look at you?"

Her stomach betrayed her as it fluttered at his words. But that didn't stop it from also feeling sick.

"You do not judge Artemis for her prosthetics, do you?"

"Of course not." She said, that royal conviction snapping into her tone. She could never do such a thing to any of her subjects but especially not to one of her dearest friends.

"I have lived my life twenty times over since the loss of my wings. They are as a part of me as the white of my hair or the grey of my eyes. Please," An edge of ice kept into Milori's tone. "Do not pity me Clarion."

The use of her name, pulled her to him. He had still been one of the few to call her that without her titles. Finally she turned around, only to find that he was not facing her. Instead the broken expanse of his wings was the sight that greeted her.

This close, she could see how the melted edges of his wound has snapped like an incomplete spider's web, the silk-like flesh that had once been a light blue now empty of colour, as they lay limp against his skin.

"Did it hurt?" She asked, unable to stop the question from tumbling out.

"It was the most painful experience of my life." He paused as his breath caught. "Until I had to say goodbye to you."

Then he turned around and in the reflection of her golden golden glow, Clarion was hit with the full force of conviction in those dark grey eyes.

"I would have given my leg, my head and my heart if it meant saving you. But more then that, I would have gladly given up my wings if it meant I could just be with you."

If it weren't for her duty to her people, she would have given her wings to be with him too. And she knew that he knew that and understood that too.

Clarion reached behind his back. After he gave a gentle nod, she touched the edge of his broken wing. It was softer than she had expected and still tingling with warmth. As she traced along the shattered spirals, she felt him shudder underneath her.

"Can you still feel this?" She asked.

"Y-yes." He said, unable to keep the tremble from his voice.

With her other hand, she cupped the curve of his chin. Underneath his ageless beauty, she felt the faded marks of old scars. One she did not know the origins of, only that she had not been there to protect him from them.

"I need you to know that I never pitied you." She told him, her voice as strong as when she spoke to all her subjects. "I only ever admired and respected and loved you."

In her eyes, she saw that admiration of hope that she had inspired all those years ago.

"I have only ever loved you too."

She reached up to meet him in the same moment that he bowed his head.

The kiss was unlike the desperate passion before. Nor was it like the sweet chaste of the one earlier. It was somewhere in the middle. A push of a promise that their love would no longer remain in the past, but could bloom in the present once more.

And this time, when Milori's hand slipped beneath her dress, she did not pull away.

[jawsandbones]

what did you do to that poor half elf and firbolg

I hope you have snacks!

Tzipporah is an NPC in the DnD Campaign I'm currently running (Titan!) and is a half-elf Drow from the underground city of Noise. Loam is played by my dear friend @rennybu, and is a Firbolg from the swamp based city of Tilden. Over the course of the campaign they've: gotten together, exchanged so many letters, gone on many dates, fell in love and recently got engaged. It has, however, not been without its challenges! There've been two major 'incidents', and uh, they might be going through a third at the moment. I love them both with all my heart.

Extremely long post, so I've put everything under a cut. I hope you enjoy!

The main antagonists of the campaign are from Noise (the Circle of Nine, or just the Circle). Tzipporah, by relations, was a part of this organization and they used the fact that he could blend in easily to send him to the surface. He was ordered to join the Four of Four, and act as a spy for them.

Tzipporah did, for a time, but his relationship with Loam changed things for him. He attempted to give Loam hints on what the Circle was planning, and tried to muddy the information he was giving back to the Circle. With him being less useful for them, they instead decided to use him as bait instead. While Tzip's half-brother, Vences, killed Loam (he got better) for distracting Tzip, other members of the Circle came for Tzip. He agreed to go with them, in exchange for leaving his teammates, his friends, unharmed. This is how most of the Four of Four, including Loam, found out he was a spy. (Talee was suspicious of him from very early on, and the confirmation led to a deeply victorious outburst of, "I knew it.")

The Circle took Tzip to the mostly empty, deeply cursed, and ravaged island of Demeter, and put a mask on him. This mask would allow their Titan to essentially assume control of Tzip's body. While his consciousness was 'sleeping', the Titan of Noise, Faith, could rummage through his knowledge and work his body into dust, essentially. Since this process is known and expected to hollow out a person, Tzipporah's warlock pact with Faith was broken at the same time - Faith essentially putting him in the recycling bin.

Loam, his team (fondly nicknamed LQH), and other members of the Four of Four mounted a rescue. They trekked through Demeter, and down into its depths to find him. They managed to subdue 'him' (as Faith was fighting them through him) and Loam removed the mask, saving him. This is how Tzip got his facial scars. As his body was driven around for months without sleep, he got one good look at Loam, smiled, and passed out in his arms. That's when Vences and other members of the Circle revealed themselves, expressing their disappointment that Tzip wasn't dead, and promptly began trying to 'kill' them (this is when Talee lost her arm).

The Circle wanted them boxed in enough to make a deal, so that they could get their hands on an item they had in their possession. After securing a deal for said item, the Circle allowed them to leave Demeter.

In the weeks spent sailing back, Tzipporah was mostly asleep the entire time. Odd Caster, his bff, watched over him during the day and Loam would watch over him during the night. When Tzip woke up, on Loam's shift, they got to have a very long and emotional talk, and reaffirm their love for each other. Tzipporah got to give him the full truth of his pretty horrific upbringing and show him the now defunct pact mark (a deep Void handprint on his back). Loam also got to cut and remove the threads that were sewn into Tzip's back in a large X, which were punishments he had received when he was in Noise. And they had their first kiss! Hooray!

They arranged for Tzip to be able to stay in the well-defended magical tower of a wizard they're close with, whenever he's not with them. While they had a period of relative normalcy, Tzip and Loam got to spend a substantial amount of time together. This includes re-doing their first date in a more open way, and sneaking away from a ball held in the Four of Four's honour.

As things started to pick up again, they learned of intense False Wisp activity in multiple different cities, at the same time. The Four of Four went to different cities, to see if they could help halt that activity. LQH went to Talee's city of Quietus first, and while there, they had reason to call in Tzipporah. They were traversing the Infinite Library, searching for a way to repair the damage done to it by the Circle. They were also acquiring information there, and they quickly realized that their information was coming from Tzipporah's deceased mother. They wanted to involve him, so he didn't have to hear it all second-hand. They were also facing some members of the Circle who had a direct hand in raising him, including Kiri, who was the one to stitch the X into his back. After, they helped the Wide Smile vanquish the False Wisp, A Reap of Faithful.

Tzipporah then went to help his former team of Four of Four in the Widow's Wood while LQH went to Ilsa's city of Zilpah. They spent some time there, recovering pieces of the Silence and protecting the Titan from the False Wisp, Singing Reaper. While they were doing that, Tzipporah and T3 managed to push the False Wisp back and then went to back up T1 in Impius. LQH managed to come to an agreement/alliance with a member of the Circle, Tivee - who is one of the people from Noise fond of Tzip, and he is fond of her. While they were beginning to talk, she wanted assurances from Tzipporah, which is when Loam discovered that he couldn't get in contact with him. He did have something precious that Tzip had given him, which was enough to allow Tivee to put her trust in them. Immediately after, they quickly put together that no one was able to get in contact with T1 or T3 either.

They eventually got news that Impius was encased in a sand storm that no one was able to cross, cutting off the city from the rest of Winyul. LQH went there, and were able to cross the storm through their dabbling/familiarity with Void-related magic. Inside Impius, they learned that the Titan, Gatekeeper, was dead and the False Wisp which devoured it, The Harvester, was dormant and becoming ??? Something. All of the people of Impius were also in a sort of stasis. They also found T1, T3, and Tzipporah! He and Loam had a good teary eyed reunion hug.

After they fought their way to the mechanic keeping Impius encased and shutting it down, they left the city and the changing False Wisp in the hands of the Scarabae leadership. Everything seemed to calm down after that, which opened up a substantial amount of time for Tzip and Loam to spend together - from dates in Dina and Vagari, to traveling through Tilden's bog together, and meeting Loam's parents! Tzip also proposed to Loam during this time, with rings that could transmit the beat of each other's heartbeat. A few more dates and then LQH was off to Themis!

Themis is their current predicament. Themis is a location which wasn't shown on any maps, with mentions being far and few between, and they had to work to ferret out a way to get there, the only route being through a singular person, Valda, a Direction in the Quarter Cities. Themis is the 'base of operations' for Ercilia, Winyul's trickster war-criminal divination-using nightmare. LQH had a few run ins with Ercilia, learned really close up about a couple of her war-crimes (including being the reason Demeter is as fucked as it is), and don't like her very much. They were teleported to Themis and the moment they arrived, one of the first things they notice was the day-night cycle being extremely fast, as though whole days were passing in seconds. This change in 'time' was also in Loam's ring - with individual heartbeats being replaced by a steady and constant thrum.

This was also when Loam realized he'd forgotten to give Tzip a heads up that they were heading for Themis before they left (although Tzip knew what was in their plans). They ticked off a bunch of methods of communication and found that they were not working at all. They had to work through most of Themis without knowing what was going on outside, and if the accelerated time was real or not.

During a safer time, Loam decided to try Dream - which is kind of their thing. When travelling as separate Four of Four, they spent time together in Dream, and it was a source of strength for Tzip during his time in Demeter, which they of course kept up after. This time, Loam got to experience time-lag/time catching up, where he was in Dream every time Tzip was asleep. Loam couldn't really move, slowed down to an incredible degree, while Tzip was flashing around him through the different nights, over months. Seven - to be exact - discovered when they finally opened up their little letter bags for the first time and a whole bunch fell out, informing them of things happening in their absence.

Ercilia, being a bit of a right cunt, allowed them Dream and Letters only once, before cutting off those methods of communication for them. So they're traversing through this nightmare carnival labyrinth with no idea of how much actual time of passing, no way to find out, and Loam's ring is stillll going! After getting to the final area, finding Ercilia at last, she had a lot of fun telling them that they're just in time before counting down from 5. At the end of the countdown, Loam felt his ring go suddenly completely still and silent. <3

[heretyc]

Cat and Mouse [Franco Barbi x Reader] [SMUT/NSFW] [18+]

Plot: You take far too many antipsychotics and suffer the consequences. Those consequences? Franco Barbi taking you for himself. [Female reader character.] This is porn with plot.

Warnings: 18+ content ahead. Obsessive Barbi. Lactation kink, mommy kink, breastfucking, missionary sex and MC death [you respawn anyway lol]. This shit is so filthy I had to take a shower. [Just kidding I was like a pig in mud lmfao]

TW: Somewhat dubious consent. You don't give verbal consent and you're high. You're...kinda not bothered, if that makes sense? Even through the drugs. You also get shot by Lupara. I kinda based this off of the hatefucking! AU where you were in Havana the day he started the shootout and you basically become enemies to lovers.

Also mentions of non-con birth control usage, as he rawdogs you. He is literally the embodiment of the "raw, next question" meme.

Setting: The docks map. [I can't find a good picture, but inside of the red room on the ship where Barbi shoots the glass and pursues you.]

It's doneeeee! Enjoy. I'm not exactly confident in my smut writing skills so I hope this is still enjoyable. Under the cut due to NSFW content ahead. Why do I always turn my fics poetic?? Ugh. This fic was a ROLLER COASTER.

A hiss, a cry, a grunt and a groan; that was the array of noises that escaped your throat as you tried to roam and plunder the shithole that was the docks, your nipples swollen and making you want to rip them off.

The nurse was nice enough to give you a maternity bra. Truly, she was; coming to her with your little issue, she was more than understanding.

"Oh dear," Barlow had clicked her tongue as a gloved hand squeezed at your breast, her expression showing concern, "I was afraid this would happen." She was gentle as she swabbed some milk from your nipple, shoving the soaked swab into a test tube.

Her smile was friendly yet forced, full of pity in typical Barlow, "I'll get you some maternity wear for the time being...for now. Refrain from taking those antipsychosis medications for a while, okay?"

As if that was easy; she was bullshitting you, this you knew. It wasn't like you could stop taking them, and therefore, you had to suffer the consequences.

"I'll make sure it isn't pus," she dawdled, getting up from her seat and gently taking your hand, her free one holding the tube. "From now on, please rest in the sleep room." She looked...mortified for you. "Just...rest for today. Easterman's a wonderful man, dear...I'm sure he'll let you."

Trials were hard enough as it was. Constant fear. Your brain was fried, no doubt. But now you had to worry about breast pain, of all things.

She then cursed under her breath, "You have that...Franco Barbi trial tomorrow, don't you?"

Oh.

Fuck.

She was hesitant to send you away, but off you went back into the room that was assigned to you.

And now you were here, after spending all day yesterday moping and dreading the day, and the maternity bra you were given had been ripped off, because the material was too. fucking. rough.

Why was that, you wondered as you roamed the docks, shoving the bags of poisoned medicine into your pockets. Why was the material so shit?

But then again, why did they have maternity bras.

You silenced your train of thought after that.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ ───

Fucking Franco Barbi. That was what you were doing. Literally, fucking Franco Barbi.

You didn't think you'd be fucking the man who started that little gunfight in Cuba that one faithful day. You remember it fondly, actually; you killed a man for trying to rob you, and minutes later, you heard gunfire, sirens, and "spider eye lamb". All of which lead to the events which are now occurring. Well...and the constant trials against this fucker, who became obsessed with you the moment he saw you shove a knife through a man's gullet.

Barbi's hands were rough on your breasts, the gloves' material rubbing against your nipples as his tongue invaded your mouth. His saliva, thick and tasting of amaretto and almond milk, was shoved down your throat, his slimy pink tentacle-like appendage rushing to call your mouth his own. It felt disgusting and yet so arousing.

"Fuck yes, sweetness," He slurred after he pulled away, your shirt and pants gone and your back against the hard mattress he shoved you onto. "FUCK you smell divine." Your feet were planted against the floor, your toes almost gripping the wood with urgency.

The baggies of poisoned medicine were null, now; not like they mattered anymore, your pants in the corner of the red room. Much like his own, as you heard his belt buckle be toyed with.

"Gonna fuck ya," Barbi licked his lips, Lupara laying beside your head. Almost like a silent threat. Move and you die. "Gonna fuck ya tits, ya cunt...fuck- everything. FUCK. I've always wanted to do this shit, ever since that fuckin' day in Cuba."

He was eager, this you could tell, even through the haze of the antipsychotic he shoved down your throat. All you could think is, "Sorry Nurse Barlow".

But knowing her, she wouldn't hold it against you. She never did. These past couple of days, her false care seemed to dwindle and she actually seemed more...human, instead of fake. Maybe this place was getting to her.

Your tits were squeezed together, making you hiss; small trails of white essence began to stream down into the valley of your breasts, and before you knew it, a pink cockhead poked through, looking blurry to your vision.

You had never thought you'd see this fucker naked, let alone have his tongue shoved so deep down your fucking throat you thought he'd lap up your stomach acid like a desperate mutt.

Knowing him? He would. Oh, he'd mix it with amaretto and drink it like it's the blood of Christ himself.

His strange obsession for you was not at all kept subtle. Just weeks ago, when you two had first come to Sinyala - like a package deal! - he made it clear he wanted to pursue his affections, if his kissy noises were any indicator. You've lost some hair since coming here; maybe he put that shit on his wall, smelling it every night before bed. Maybe he kept some of your blood on his suit from when he killed you last Friday.

You never know with him. One day he's crying about how "you're fuckin' up my suit!", and the next he's googly eyed, begging you to spit on him. Weirdo.

Barbi's head was thrown back in pleasure as he began to thrust, his precum and the milk making it easy as pie for him to use your tits as a fleshlight, the cockhead close to pressing against your lips every time he thrust. "Fuckin' slut...that's what you are," he panted, now looking down at you with a pleased smirk. Sweat dripped down his head, his tongue hanging out of his mouth. "My fuckin' slut..."

Mutt. Bambino. Dog. Lupara.

"Gonna...gonna fuckin' cum. You want that, mommy?" He leaned down slightly, his voice a murmur, "Want me to empty my fuckin' balls on these tits? That face? God, that tongue lickin' up my spunk...FUCK!"

His dirty talk did nothing but arouse him even more, as cum shot out of his eager cockhead and onto anything of yours that it could reach; your lips, your cheeks, your chest, your neck. Your body had more semen on it than it did clothing.

"Fucking...shit..." Barbi's voice was breathy, his cock retrieved from the valley between your tits. "You're a masterpiece, you know that? Fuckin' hell." He stroked the softening organ, clearly not intending to end this anytime soon; ohhh no, not when you're at his mercy, with your tits ballooned in size full of cream.

The presence of his cum didn't assauge him from forcefully pulling you up, now fully laying you back on the bed as opposed to just your bottom half hanging off. Now you, at least, had a pillow under your head.

It makes it harder to bash your head, though. To give yourself an exit, to avoid whatever the fuck he wants to do with you. Maybe you could smother yourself.

"I told ya sweetness," Barbi rasped, straddling your hips as he ground his hardening cock into your stomach. "You get caught with ya hand in the cookie jar..." He shed his trousers and shoes, now fully nude from the waist down. Lupara had fallen off after he positioned you, and his bandolier was on the floor, clearly abandoned in favour of making sure your fucking was unbothered.

"You get fucked sideways to Hell," he took your breasts into his gloved hands once more, leaning down to suckle on a swollen nipple; a banshee would be jealous, had she heard the screams that exited through your lips, your teeth gritting in pain. This didn't quell him — your screams rivaled his moans, his eyes clenched shut as his audible sucks were all that you heard. You wanted to kick him.

"Fucking shit," his voice was muffled around your breast one second, and within the next one, he was looking you in the face, his eyes lidded in pleasure.

"I knew you were fuckin' special...you know that? I knew you were," Barbi growled out, leaned down until your noses were close to touching, "Nobody's ever been able to handle me," he rasped, "they die too fuckin' quick. Where's the challenge in that?" He huffed a laugh, breathless as he tried to regain some control. "But you...fuck no, you just...you fuck everything up in my face, and you win. Fucking...insane, to me." He pushed himself up, pushing his hair back with a shaky hand; he was eager, his body didn't lie.

"I suppose this is both a reward...and a punishment, dollface," Barbi licked his lips, moving down to shove a gloved finger into your cunt; you were wet...wait, what?

Did this really arouse you? Maybe it did. Something in you liked being a little dominated, even if your dominator was a batshit insane mafia don who whined constantly about sluts, and whores, and drugs, and "wahhh be my mommy".

God, you were fucked in the head. But that's what Sinyala does to a mind...there's no denying that.

"You get fucked by a Barbi...and you get your shit fucked in for being a business ruining cunt," he sneered, pulling out of your pussy with roughness. If your traitorous cunt wasn't throbbing with need, you're sure it would have hurt. It throbbed even more as he began to lick at his slick fingers, purring like a maine coone drinking milk from its prized bowl.

"Try me," you found yourself able to force out; those stupid fucking drugs made your throat all fuzzy, but even rage itself can overpower anything. "I poisoned your drugs...nothing else you can do to me that's worse than being smacked around by the grunts outside."

Barbi and anger were often allied; he looked down at you with a glare, his teeth biting into his bottom lip. It took him a moment before he clenched his hand into a fist, a smirk slow to invade his lips. "Oh...you'll regret saying that, sweetness. I bet on that shit. But for now..."

He positioned himself between your legs, your calves sitting on his shoulders; his head turned to peck one of them as he lined his cock against your weeping folds, slowly thrusting his hips to get his organ wet and ready.

"Fuuuuck, you're a goddess...it's like we were made for each other," He muttered, his body quivering with glee, "You're mine, and I'm yours, it's meant to fuckin' be..." He gripped your knees, his gloves slightly warm against your skin as he thrust forward...

...completely missing your entrance.

You raised a brow, the drug slowly leaving your system, "Mmm...do all Barbi's miss?"

He looked flustered, maybe even embarrassed, but he barked a "Shaddup!" before he tried again.

And missed.

"Is this how you were made? Papa Barbi forgot to pull out? Are you all that fucking clumsy?"

The look on his face screamed "I'm gonna fuck you up", and the rage that followed your question seem to assist in his attempts to penetrate you; with a roar he thrust forward, finally sliding into your entrance until your skin smacked against each other, his cock hilted within your silken walls. Third time's the charm, they say.

It wasn't painful, you were much too slick for this to be painful, but a choked scream exited through your lips, "Fuck-"

He was surprisingly big. He didn't look like the type to be packing...but then again, why did you bet on his dick to be regular sized? Why were you thinking about his dick at all?

Oh, god. What has become of you?

"That's the fuckin' ticket!" He began to piston his hips, loud moans beginning to trail from him like a whore; god, he really was a whore, wasn't he? He sure sounded like one. You gripped onto the sheets below, his head thrown back in ecstacy as he refused to slow. The pace remained consistent, time feeling like it was just flying by. A social construct, your ass. Your body experienced pleasure like never before - why does he know what he's doing? Didn't his file say he's impotent? - but your mind began to wander. "Fuuuck, be my mommy...fuckfuckfuck, pleaseee..."

He has the hips of a rabbit. He calls you rabbit all the time. What does that make him? A mutt; you've already established this. Mutts usually eat rabbits.

Maybe he'll eat you, later. Maybe he'll tire of your little game of cat and mouse.

"Fuckfuckfuck-" He growled through his breathy moans, his balls slamming against your backside with each aggressively fast thrust, "That sight of you covered in blood, FUCK, that's all I can fuckin' think about, I love ya, fuck-"

Barbi leaned down, his lips smashing onto yours; teeth gnashed against teeth, the kiss being more violent than loving as he moaned into your mouth, his hips continuing their assault. Was he even capable of love? He loved bloodshed, and drugs, and Lupara. You were next on that list.

His teeth bit into your bottom lip, pulling it with him as he pulled away, his eyes clenching shut as he let his head fall, "Gonna fucking cum, you sexy bitch," He breathed, "Gonna paint that womb white, gonna...fuck," He cared not for your own pleasure - your clit would smack him right about now, poor thing - as his pace, almost scarily grew faster.

He was a true whore as he screamed in pleasure, his hips stuttering before hilting inside once more, his balls pulsing as they emptied his essence deep within you.

His pants were heavy as he let your calves fall from his shoulders. "Fucking hell, sweetness..."

"Back at ya," you forced out once more, your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your head lolled to the side. Despite him being a selfish son of a bitch, it was still pleasurable for you. He just snickered at your comment.

"Oh, sweetness?"

"Yeah?" You turned to look, only to see a barrel.

Lupara.

"I told ya you'd regret sayin' things you surely don't mean."

And before you knew it, you heard it fire. Thankfully, you felt nothing. The world faded to black, and the last thing you felt was a kiss onto your cheek. Sloppy, and full of your milk.

Maybe pumping that antidote in you was a blessing more than it was a milk-fueled curse.

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"She was found in the cabin," muttered a doctor to Nurse Barlow, his face full of disgust, "With Bambino's semen. He's been in his...chambers, since the shooting."

Barlow sighed, pinching the flesh between her brows, "I see."

"Put her on an indefinite dose of Levora immediately, Aviane if you see fit. God only knows this'll be a common occurence." He huffed, shaking his head, "Hendrick's an idiot for supporting that little shit's infatuation."

"...Understood," the blonde nurse muttered, clearly distressed; she knew Easterman sending you into that trial was a big mistake. He knows of Barbi's little...crush...on you, which had made his decision much more alarming.

She had scoffed when Easterman used the pathetically tame term. It was moreso an objectification. "An obsession," she had corrected within seconds after his declaration.

Barlow looked down at you with pity, your face peaceful. The doctor walked out, shaking in displeasure. With a sigh she turned around, grabbing a small cup of water, and two packets of pills.

Popping them from the package, she whistled lowly to herself, waiting on your awakened state to take the small batch of medication.

God help you, she thought.

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Welp. You never thought Hell had floors to it. Aviane - or was it Levora? - was known for causing breast pain. Adding onto your lactation problem, you felt like shit.

You laid in bed, your breasts throbbing like mad as your hair wet the pillow below you. You were fresh out of a shower, feeling dirty after your little encounter.

Maybe, this time, you could take a break-

"Reagent [Name], please make your way to the shuttle."

Oh, great. With the roll of your eyes, you got up and made your way downstairs, the other Reagents participating in chess, arm wresltling, or simply standing, waiting for their demise.

Sinyala's effect on people was strange; Reagents either became obedient Murkoff-owned lap dogs, eager for every trial - sorry...therapy - or partythrowers who didn't let Big Bad Murkoff ruin their hedonistic lifestyles. Hell, one of them even made toilet wine and served it around the night you and Barbi were welcomed [how was that even possible?].

One nodded at you as you walked past, and looking up at the shuttle, it simply read;

Downtown.

...Here we go again.

[darkmothsy]

Why do the days I look forward to become the most disappointing

[copper-sands]

starting to think that maybe it's a good idea to stop forcing myself to create and take a break actually

[disposal-blueeee]

doodles

edgar vargas and squee by johnen vasquez

scriabin by zarla-s

[sherlock-is-ace]

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[baishouqijia]

i am desperately trying to be more active but i'm experiencing mental burnout. just want to say thank you for the interactions even when i'm only checking in here now and again - i'll respond when i'm feeling better! <3

[confetti-critter]

The night is young and I am free to do whatever my heart desires but unfortunately I have once again found myself trapped in the Time Prison and so I

[mieczyhale]

thank you @ alice oseman for including the "explanations for american readers" at the end of the nick & charlie novella. truly a god-send bc it covers a few things / phrases i've been lost on and haven't found a simple answer for anywhere else

like no, i didn't need to know these school terms to understand or enjoy heartstopper, but i wanted to know and understand them and now i do

little joys

[withered-rose-unbreakable-lotus]

I saw some people in the comments of Reverse's Dev Broadcast saying the new patch will be even shorter and honestly I don't have the patience to deal with this if that is the case.

I don't understand people who want shorter patches, like, recording aside, even as a chill player, how do you get everything done so soon? You play all day every day? I mean no judgement but not all of us can do that and I think it's better to cater to more people than only those who lack patience for a new patch and new characters to pull for. Also how are people getting characters this fast? Are they all paying? Cause, aside from my luck with Marcus, whom I got within 20 wishes, and a couple more examples, everyone else took me several wishes to get, which need time to collect. Also excuse me but what's the point of having event reruns if they are like 6-10 days long? I thought they were bringing them back for new players but honey, how many events can people play in less than 25 days?

I dunno. If I see stuff getting tougher, I will be recording what I can and play the rest by myself (speedrunning even, not paying attention to the story as much). I won't drown in anxiety for a game. And I also wish to have time for other games too and life, of course.