#TO BE CLEAR ! i love him a lot this is just a terribly frustrating situation

[derogatorydennis]

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[basketonthedoorstepofthefbi]

Hello!!! I have a request if that’s okay with you. 💕

Would you maybe write a Spencer x quiet!reader? Where she doesn’t have the courage to talk to him because she’s too shy?

I don’t really have a plot in mind so that’s up to you!! I’m sorry I couldn’t come up with any ideas but hopefully it lets you write whatever you want. Thank you for taking the time to read this. And I read your other stories, you’re so underrated and amazing I love your wording when you write. 🥹🫶🏻🫶🏻

Hi Mary!! Thank you so much for your kind words c:

I did my best c: I hope you like it!

Round Table (Spencer Reid x shy!gn!reader)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x shy!gn!reader (if not gn please let me know, but I'm fairly certain it is!)

Word Count: 1538

Warnings: mentions of anxiety, but besides that none?

A/N: this was so fun c: i am really enjoying challenging myself with your guys' requests. hope you enjoy!!

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You were an incredibly anxious person, which, honestly, was okay. You tried not to let your anxiety hinder your life too much, but like any other human being, sometimes it got in the way. It was frustrating, sure, knowing that a situation would be so much easier if you weren’t so anxious about it, but you reminded yourself often that you weren’t perfect, and neither was anyone else. 

Some people were afraid of heights, of the ocean, of needles. Some people had trouble going out into crowds or grew overstimulated in public places. 

You? You were painfully shy. There was always an adjustment period to being around new people.

Baristas, the bus driver, pharmacy techs, cashiers at the grocery store - you did just fine. But those were one-time interactions, brief discussions that you could compartmentalize. 

They came with a script to follow, with cue cards already queued up in your head as they occurred. You could put on an emotional mask for five minutes while the nurse at the clinic gave you a flu shot. You could smile and speak in your special voice labeled Getting Coffee, an octave higher than you usually spoke, in order to acquire your much-needed beverage. There was a clear goal in mind with each of these dialogues. Sure, you didn’t present as the most confident person in the world, but you always made it through conversations like these without stumbling over your words or being too terribly awkward.  

You didn’t succeed as much with deeper connections, with ones that took time to cultivate. You were a guarded person to begin with, with only a handful of people you felt truly close to. Vulnerability had always been difficult for you, but you supposed you were in the majority on that front. It took a while to become comfortable around coworkers, extended family, hell, even your therapist. You had to have time to adjust, to settle in. 

A lot of people in your life thought you were just socially awkward or even an agoraphobe, but you didn’t mind being around people. It was the intimacy, the connection, the having to give away little pieces of yourself, that made you anxious. It kept you from participating in conversations most of the time, usually only speaking unless spoken to. 

You liked your job as a linguistics and handwriting analyst in the FBI for that very reason. You didn’t have to say much  to people unless it was related to a case. With a clear goal in mind, a threat to neutralize, you could turn on that mechanical part of your brain that spouted off facts, information, theories. You didn’t have to tell anyone about your weekend, about your hopes and dreams or your favorite foods. 

You were consulting on a case for the Behavioral Analysis Unit - a serial killer who stalked his victims months before their murders, sending handwritten letters and using poetry to taunt them. Your supervisor had asked you to collaborate with the BAU, sending you to the sixth floor on your own. 

For the last two days, you’d been working closely with Dr. Spencer Reid - Spencer, he insisted you call him. Just a couple of years older than you, but still very young for his role in the FBI. He was friendly,  and very smart, and he rambled on about all kinds of things - 

Everything, actually. The Chinese food you’d had for lunch on the first day? He explained the origin of fortune cookies. Did you know their first appearance in the US was in San Francisco in the late 1800s? 

Pointing out a Dickinson line in one of the UnSub’s letters? Did you know only ten of Emily Dickinson’s poems were actually published when she was alive and the rest were posthumous? 

You often just nodded along and smiled, occasionally throwing in an oh, that’s very interesting to appear as an active listener. And you were an active listener. You did genuinely think he was interesting, and you found his info dumps to be incredibly endearing. But your contributions to the conversation were abysmal in comparison.

Beyond discussing patterns in the UnSub’s letters and what it might mean for each victim, you had no other fascinating information to share. You didn’t do well with small talk, and Spencer didn’t ask you any overtly personal questions. 

It wasn’t until close to the end of the second day spent in the conference room of the BAU’s office that Spencer asked you a direct question about yourself. 

There were three evidence boards set up, all full of scanned copies of the letters, each one pinned up meticulously by you and Spencer the day before. The large round table in the room had letters stacked out all around it, each one bagged in protective plastic. 

Spencer was standing in front of the evidence boards with his arms crossed over his chest, studying the photocopies with his head inclined to the side. 

He broke the silence you had been slowly settling into the past two days. “Your supervisor said you had a specialization in poetry?” 

You nodded, stepping over to the table and carefully lifting one of the letters up. You liked how he spoke as if you two were in the middle of a conversation, when in fact, it had been totally silent for the past half an hour, save for the soft puttering of the air conditioning vent.

“Studied a lot in undergrad,” you squeaked out, clearing your throat as you held the letter up the fluorescent light above you to examine the stationary. 

“What university did you attend?” Spencer asked, and you turned your head to find him inclining his head to the side. He actually wanted to know? 

“I went to Bennington College to study poetry,” you said softly, suddenly finding it difficult to focus on the letter in your hand. “But I went to graduate school at Georgetown. Master’s in Linguistics.” 

“Really? That’s fascinating,” Spencer commented, which caught you by surprise, especially because he didn’t sound the least bit sarcastic. “That combination of degrees is exceedingly rare. Generally people who major in poetry often either go on to complete as far up as a doctorate in the subject or  they stop at a Bachelor’s degree. The latter statistically don’t end up working in a field related to poetry, either, so their degree is basically useless.” 

You weren’t sure if you were supposed to be offended by that, so instead you just nodded your head politely. “Okay,” you murmured, biting your lip. 

“Can I ask you another question?” Spencer asked, and set the letter in your hand down on the table. You smoothed your hands over the fabric of your shirt and nodded. “Do I… do I make you uncomfortable?” 

You shook your head. “No,” you said assuredly, and then, a little more hesitantly, “…why would you ask me that?” 

Spencer turned to face you. “You’re just very quiet unless we’re discussing the case. Which is fine, of course, but I just… I don’t know. I thought maybe you were annoyed by me or I said something to offend you.” 

You felt guilt spread over you and your cheeks turned pink. The last thing you’d wanted was to make anyone feel bad who didn’t deserve it. And the very kind, helpful, and adorable Dr. Spencer Reid was the furthest from deserving to feel bad. 

 “I just don’t talk a lot,” you tried to explain. Your hand rubbed the spot where the top of your chest met the skin of your neck, an anxious habit you’d had for years. “I mean, I do with people I know, and that’s not to say I dominate the conversation by any means, but I just…” you realized you were rambling. “You didn’t do anything wrong,” you added, your voice just above a whisper. 

“Thank you,” Spencer’s lips flickered into a straight-lined smile, one you had seen several times over the past few days, often when unintentional eye contact was made across the table. “For clarifying, I mean, that I didn’t offend you.” He cleared his throat, and leaned against the round table, standing just a few feet from you. Still a very professional and comfortable distance, but closer than he had been before. “So, does that mean that if we got to know each other, you’d talk more?” The corners of his lips spread out and his smile grew. 

You tore your eyes away from his to look at the letter in your hand, the protective plastic around it crinkling between your fingers. You weren’t actually looking at the letter, though. You’d just needed somewhere - anywhere - else to look. “That’s generally how it goes,” you murmured, biting your lip. 

“So, if I were to, for example, ask you to meet me for dinner sometime, could the getting to know each other happen there?” 

Your eyes fluttered over to Spencer’s and you saw him smiling. You could tell by how he looked at you, with his head inclined just slightly to the side, that he was being fully serious. You nodded, unable to control the small smile on your face. 

Spencer grinned, and you could tell he couldn’t resist when he spoke again. “So, is that a yes?” 

[satorusugurugurl]

Geto or Gojo being mean asf in bed😍

Anon, I love you.

Action’s and Consequences!

Pairing: Geto Suguru x FAB Y/N

Word Count: 2,499

Warnings: Mentions of drugging, alcohol consumption, language, rough sex, fighting, Mean!Suguru 🥵

Summary: The morning after a terrible night at the club starts with you and Suguru’s first major fight. A fight that Suguru will make sure you never forget.

“Oh my god! Give me a fucking break!” You yelled behind you as Geto stormed after you. “I made a stupid mistake!”

Geto scoffed, grabbing your arm and hauling you back. “A simple mistake?! You call letting some guy buy you a drink without watching him a simple mistake!? Y/N, he fucking slipped you something!!” You winced, partially from your hangover, and the other half was due to the lack of food in your stomach.

“I was talking to his friend! Just like you were letting THAT skank rub up against you!”

This was the nastiest fight you and Suguru had ever gotten into. You both went out with Satoru and Shoko to a new club. There had been shots involved, lots of shots. And you had been having fun until you spotted a girl rubbing her hand against your boyfriend’s chest, and he just let it happen. So, in retaliation, you started talking to some guy who bought you a drink that just so happened to be laced with something.

If it hadn't been for Satoru, who hates alcohol, the guy would have snuck you to the back. Instead, Satoru rubbed your back while you were in the hall puking your guts out, getting whatever the dick slipped you out of your system. Geto was livid, mainly at the asshole who hurt you.

But he was also mad at you.

The morning had come, and it was not a peaceful morning. It had been a yelling match since you woke up to find Suguru watching you, telling you you needed to talk about what happened. All of this started with him! He let that random bitch touch him. Yet he wanted to blame you!

“You are such a fucking brat!” He snapped, grabbing his jacket. “If you had stopped and watched me, I pulled away the second that girl touched me! All you saw in your drunken haze was a second!” Your nose burned as tears flooded your eyes. “Oh, but you should know how a second works! Because all it took was a second for some guy to drug you!!”

“Geto, I'm not playing your fucking game!!”

“Fine by fuckin’ me!”

Without another word, he stormed out of the apartment, slamming the door in his wake. You screamed in frustration, heading to the bathroom to cool off. Stupid Geto, stupid skank, stupid club! Last night sucked, and today sucked even more.

You wanted to stay angry, to boil with rage. But as you stood in the shower, the hot water running over you, your mind cleared. You didn't watch Suguru when the girl touched him. It happened in a flash. The alcohol made it worse than it was. While the anger consumed you, you made a stupid decision and didn't focus on your safety. You had put yourself in a terrible situation.

It could have turned out worse if Satoru hadn't been watching you as the forever DD.

Thinking back, you grimaced at thinking about what Suguru had gone through. To have his loving girlfriend fine and dandy, and the next she's vomiting a laced drink up? He had every right to be worried and upset when you had nothing to be angry about.

Suguru brought you home, gave you water, and held your head back when you got sick. And the first thing you did was yell at him? All because he wanted to talk (like an adult) about what happened.

God, was this what it felt like to be in the dog house?

After your shower, you got dressed, trying to call your boyfriend. Each attempt went straight to voicemail, and your texts were left on read. Your little fights didn't even count as fights! This was uncharted territory. Because you had never pissed Suguru off like this.

An hour and a half later, the door opens to the apartment, and you run for the door. Suguru places two cups of coffee on the table and a sack from the convenience store. He says nothing as he chucks his jacket off, draping it over the couch.

You swallow hard, stepping towards him. “S-Sugu is that coffee for me.” All you get is a nod. “I uhm, thank you.” Another nod. God, you hated the cold shoulder! You didn't want to keep fighting! “Suguru, can we talk please?” Dark eyes finally dart towards you.

“I thought you didn't want to play my games?”

“I-I was mad this morning when I should have shut my mouth.” Your voice was nearly inaudible. “I thought you were letting girls touch you.”

“No, you assumed girls were touching me.” Suguru clarified as he towered over you. “When I have been faithful and loyal to you since day one! But you, you let some guy buy you a drink, you allowed him the chance to hurt you!”

His words stung, but they were true. “I'm sorry, I was wrong. I put myself in a terrible position. All because I was jealous.” tears hit the floor as you finally looked up at Suguru with a sniffle. “I'm so sorry. Please give me another chance. I'll never let it happen again, Suguru.” Seeing you cry, hearing you apologize and own up for what happened, well, it left Suguru somewhat satisfied.

But he was still pissed.

“I hate it when people look at you like you're some meal for the taking. I hate it even more when you allow them to buy you a drink and drug you.” He lifted your chin with his forefinger, his eyes glancing at your neck. “Maybe I need to collar you and keep you on a fucking leash.”

His words were like ice, but there was a fire in his eyes. One you were familiar with. “I-If that would make you feel better, that's fine.”

"Maybe that'll make me feel better," Suguru growled, wrapping his hand around your throat as he looked into your eyes. "Maybe that's what I need. Total control. Make you mine in every sense of the word." He slowly smirked. "Yeah. That's it."

“O-Okay. . .yeah, I like the sound of that.”

The second he had your consent, his lips feverishly crashed against your own, kissing you deeply. Suguru pulled back a moment later, looking at your flushed face with a snark before kissing you again. Fuck you tasted so good, and the way you willingly submitted to him was almost too much for him to handle.

The intensity of the kiss and his hand gripping your throat. It made your pussy throb with unfiltered need. He was never this mean and rough, and holy hell. You liked it.

Feeling you melt against him has Suguru growling in need. "What? You like this, don't you?" He nipped at your neck, making sure he marked you. “Like me getting mad at you.”

You couldn't respond. All you managed to do was whine. And Suguru didn't like that. His hand gripped your throat, squeezing gently. "I asked you if you liked it bitch.”

Your eyes widened as you gasped for air. Tears spilling down your flushed cheeks. “Y-Yes, I like it when you're mad!” He let go of his hand on you, allowing it to simply hover over your sensitive throat.

"Now tell me if it was a lie. Do you like this?"

You whined, realizing he wasn't going to let up. “Yes! I'm telling you the truth, Sugu!”

Suguru grinned, cocking an eyebrow. "Yeah? God, what a nasty slut you are, Y/N." He quickly pulled your shirt up, diving into your tits, massaging them with both hands as he kissed and nipped at your hardening nipples.

Seeing Suguru like this, feral and angry, wanting to put you in your place. That was the only foreplay you would have needed. God, it was so hot.

Noticing your glazed-over eyes, Suguru let go moments later, sliding his hands down to pull your shorts and panties off, leaving you completely naked. "Lucky me,” his eyes trailed over you, “I’m dating the prettiest bitch in the world~" He purred.

Biting your lip, you watched him. “Thank you.” Your thighs glistened with slick, and seeing that Suguru dragged you to the bedroom.

He threw you onto the mattress, grabbing both your legs and pressing them against your chest. Fully exposing your cunt for him to see in all its dripping glory. You turned red, your hand covering your face at his rough actions.

“W-What are you doing?” You squeaked out, peeking at him through your fingers.

"I told you I was going to make you mine," Suguru grumbled, reaching down, tugging down the hem of his sweatpants, tucking them under his balls. “My naughty slutty girlfriend doesn’t listen to me." He growled softly as he leaned down, kissing and biting at your neck again. It always made you melt, and he wanted to feel it again before he fucked you stupid.

You sighed breathlessly, shivering and melting against him. Mewls escaped your lips as you gripped the sheets beneath you. “Mnngh, f-fucking fuck shit.” You sometimes hated how sensitive your neck was, and now that he knew it, you were clay in his hands.

Suguru held you down with one hand while sliding the other down to wrap around his cock, positioning it to a tight entrance. "Are you ready to be fucked into submission?~" He asked as he slid the tip inside of you.

Tilting your head back, you whine at the stretch. “F-Fuck.” You never would get over how big he was. “Suguru.” You tried looking at your conjoined bodies.

Suguru moaned, slowly sliding further inside of you. You could feel his hips trembling. He was holding back. Making sure he didn’t hurt you.

You stared at him in shock. “Fuck me.” You whispered, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “Y-You said you were going to make me yours. .that you were going to fuck me stupid.”

Suguru’s movement ceased as his

eyes widened, focused on you before an evil smile split across his face, and he slammed into you. "Fuck yeah-!!"

You dug your nails into his back. Eyes widening, as your mouth fell in an ‘O’ shape, all the air was fuvked out of your lungs.

Hissing at the scratches down his back, Suguru growled, the pain egging him on. He thrusted hard into you, quickly setting a dominating rhythm, ruining your insides with his massive cock. "Fucking-Fuck-! Such good fucking pussy. Too bad my girlfriend was a little shit last night. Or this could have been romantic~" He growled out. “Instead, I have to fuck some common fucking sense into her!”

Tears started to pour down your cheeks at the overstimulation. Before a sob could escape, Suguru gently slapped your cheek. "Nuh huh bitch, you're the one who told me to fuck you like I meant it, Princess~" He growled, one hand sliding down to rub your clit.

You whimpered and arched your back, “I-I know! I'm sorry! So sorry!.” You cried out while staring up at the ceiling.

“Tsk,” Suguru grabbed your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes. "You're mine." He thrust harder into your tight pussy. "You're mine because I want you, Y/N. I fucking wanted you the second I saw you."

“Y-Yes!.” That was all you managed to say. “Yes, I’m yours.” You wrapped your arms around his neck.

“If you ever let some stranger buy you a drink again, I won't be as fuckin’ nice. I love you, dumbassdont fuckin’ forget it! No one else but you!”

“Yes! I'm sorry it won't happen again!”

Suguru groaned, leaning down and biting your neck as he felt the coil in his stomach tightening. It was your grip around his cock that tightened with the bite that sent him over the edge. He started to fill you up, his cum painting your walls white.

You lay there panting softly as you felt his cum filling you up. “F-Fuck.” you breathed out, relaxing against the bed. Still buried inside of you, you looked down to see his entire torso, rippling muscles covered in sweat.

"You didn't cum."

Suguru throbbed inside of you, his cock pressing against your G-spot as he bent down to get closer to your face. "You're going to fuckin’ cum. Sure, I'm ticked off, but I’m not a sadistic asshole.” When you didn't respond, he sighed before reaching over to the bedside table and grabbing your vibrator. He turned it on the highest setting, pressing it against your clit right away. "Now be a good girl for once and cum."

“A-Ah! Sensitive Suguru!” You started rocking against him, nipples hard as you watched him. “Feels good, though~!!”

Suguru growled as he slowly rocked into you. "That's it~" He reached with his free hand, rolling one of your nipples between his fingers.

Within seconds, whether it was the fact that you liked seeing Suguru so mad or the sex was just so good, his actions made you gush around his cock. The intensity of it made you scream, gripping the pillow behind you as your legs shook.

Feeling you cum around him was enough to have his cock filling you up with his cum for the second time this morning; globs of your combined juices seeped around his girth. "Shit-!"

You were shaking, eyes glazed over with pleasure. Just as you released your grip on the pillow. Suguru held you firmly against him before he slowly pulled out of you, leaning down and kissing you deeply. It was a vivid contrast to the man that just fucked you stupid, but it was also sweet and very much like Suguru.

“Don't ever scare me like that again. You got lucky last night Y/N.”

The guilt began to rise in your chest again. “I know I'm sorry. Truly, I am Sugu.” His eyes bore into yours. “I'm sorry.” he pressed another kiss against your lips.

“I'm sorry I didn't protect you.”

“Suguru, you don't have to apologize. You took great care of me last night.” he hummed, stroking your hair. “Please don't beat yourself up.”

“I won't if you don't.”

“Ah,” you giggled, shaking your head, “you would play that card.” You ran your hands over his shoulders.

“Yeah, just shut up and relax. You need to get all the rest you can.” there was a certain smugness in his tone. One that reminded you of your high school days.

You blinked, pulling back to stare at Suguru. “Why?”

“Because you owe Satoru a favor for saving you. And you'll be taking my place at the Sweets-Expo he wants to visit in Kyoto next weekend.”

“Just me and Satoru?” You gulped.

“For an entire weekend. And you know Satoru, he's going to visit every single vendor.” He smirked, hearing your audible groan. “Suffer.”

“Is it too late to ask you to stay mad at me?”

Suguru grinned against your skin. “That boat sailed the second you apologized when I got home.” he kissed your collarbone, savoring your groan of defeat.

[purin-gambler]

‘a piece of advice’ - suna rintaro

wc: 1.3k

cw: timeskip spoilers, minimal cursing

⚄ notes: bestfriend suna, fem reader, fluff, heavy implications of romantic feelings, suna might be terribly in love you as way more than friends- but you didnt hear that from me, mentions of past failed dates, suna kinda clowning atsumu at one point ( affectionate )

☁︎ a/n: i kept thinking about this troupe with suna??? the ‘hes your best friend but hes in love in you and is tired of seeing you go through other men that isnt him’ troupe and ughhh i had to write it myself. this was supposed to be a drabble oops, but i started to write it like a fic… i just might love this man. like a lot.

“i told you. you shouldve listened to me.” suna’s expression through the handheld device was deadpanned, as he knew from the very second your contact name popped up onto his phone for a video call, he would have to pull the ‘i was right, you were wrong’ card on you. all on the very same evening you would come home from this blind date, he would remind you of your decisions, and hed only received a huff of your breath in response.

clicking suna’s contact name and dialing his number was a common reflex at this point. especially during times like these. suna made it all too accessible to talk to him, knowing that he had no excuse not to answer, since the man was always glued onto that device of his no matter what situation he found himself in.

with all the times youve called, he would answer before the first ring had even rung, never wasting a second, always immediate to talk to you as if he were waiting to hear your voice again.

his willingness to chat and your endless rambles made it easy to connect, considering he was all over the country for the sake of his volleyball career. so video calls like the one you found yourselves in now were more common than youd like to admit. calls where suna found himself taking it easy in his hotel room, miles upon miles away from you to participate in a volleyball match the following morning. while you on the other hand, are on the line ranting in a frustrated manner to him. the opposite demeanors in your personalities clashing at this very moment, suna unsure of what to make of your current rambling outbursts of disappointment.

because calls like these were about men that werent him, taking you out on dates, and disappointing you again.

“i cant believe you went on a blind date with a guy atsumu set you up with.” he sneered.

with an elbow prompted against your desk to support your head resting on your hand, you slouched over your desk, the uncertainty of the matter apparent in your wavering tone. “but the guy sounded nice enough though… thought id give him a chance.”

hearing the way your voice faltered, he mused shortly after, “seemed nice? give him a chance? this guy walked out on you before you even got the bill.”

you watched the way he slouched back onto his chair, arms crossed, and not sparing you a second away from his disapproving gaze. “you couldve left first you know? but youre telling me you stayed, listen to him give you shit, watched him leave, and ended up paying the dinner for his sorry ass instead-?!”

silence was all that sat on the line, suna observing the expression sat onto your face. the display was clear as day, you embodied a disappointed frown that radiated your upsetness through his phone screen. all the time you wasted on some guy who couldn’t even spare you a glance, a ‘date’ that didnt care to let you utter a word, or understand you any more than just your name. an absolute waste of time he was, and it was a mutual agreement between the two of you. suna knowing well that you were way too good for him, and way too good for all these horrible excuses of dates you would find yourself going on. it was unfortunate to him that he knew all these experiences were accumulating in your memory, all too aware of the way they would tear you down.

these were absolutely memories you really didnt need. suna hadnt even experienced what you would tell him, but he began to grow frustrated with the way he had to hear you come home disappointed every single time. though he was never upset with you spilling all the details to him, in fact, he always encouraged it. always keeping an open ear to attentively listen to the spews of the pain and frustration you expressed onto him. listening to the way you explained how these dates wouldnt even give you the time of day. weather they had gotten too caught up in their distaste for your softer appearance, or found your personality unalienable with their own. your best friend couldnt deny his own disappointment that these guys were too stubborn to see you on a deeper level, hours gone on men who wouldnt dare to go as far as to desire any part of you. it upset him more than you knew, even though he never expressed all of it to you.

he just failed to understand time and time again, why they werent able to see you the way he did.

was it so hard? to love your curves of you body he found so beautiful, to love your face he was so happy to see, to love your voice that filled his heart with each of your words, to love the entirety of who you are and your existence without wanting to alter a single thing? he just couldnt understand.

because such a thing was as easy as breathing air for him.

loving you is just that easy.

“you know, atsumu can set volleyballs, not set you up on good dates. this better be the first and last time you take a suggestion like this from him.”

the stiffening weight of the silence between you both being fully broken once you responded with a grumbled, “lesson learned…” falling bitter from your tongue.

“good.”

though the frown on your face was all but faded, still all too prominent for his liking. he was fed up with this sight, because it was too familiar now. a light sigh escaped suna’s lips before he prompted himself forward, taking his phone into his hands.

“now give me the details. full name, photos- it can be some drivers license photo or some shitty thirst trap selfie- i dont care, occupation, date of birth- whatever atsumu showed and told you about. tell me everything.”

you scoffed in disbelief clearly laced with amusement, watching the way suna’s camera paused and cut off, indicating he was now tapping through his phone and opening up social media. ready for you to spill the details, until he was typing various combinations of your date’s name into the searchbar.

whatever he did with that information you provided him was far from your care or concern, knowing that suna was always just on his phone, doing who knows what. you assumed this was just him curiously trying to match a face to your story, since it wouldnt be the first time hes asked about these things.

though with you unaware of that growing irritation from your best friend on your behalf, you wouldnt have known that the second he found the guy, suna, with absolutely no hesitation, compiled together a little message to be sent his way. something he hadnt bothered doing before, but was sure as hell doing now. it was a message he couldve tied up in a little bow if he wanted to, hoping that it wouldve at least softened the blow of the contents written inside.

lets just say, the following morning, you received a heavily detailed apology from your previous date. a message which had caught you completely off guard and jolting you awake in the early hours of the day. staring at the detailed apology, you screenshotted the entirety of its pathetic glory, ready to relay the large paragraph to your best friend after his volleyball match later in the day.

if only you got to see the stupid look of pride on suna’s face after he received your messages.

[hanniebaeee]

Crazy For You - Part 2

Hyunjin x fem!reader

Warnings: cursing, a lot of jealousy, mentions of bullying

Genre: enemies to lovers, fluff, angst (no smut in this chapter)

Summary: You and your best friend's cousin, Hyunjin don't get along very well. This game of cat and mouse may be a disguise to hide your real feelings.

a/n: I need a friend like Chris😭

Part 1 , Part 2, Part 3

You walked out of your class and towards the cafeteria, desperately in need of a cup of coffee to calm your throbbing head. Seeing a particular face among the sea of students at the cafeteria had you smiling.

'Chris!' You said with a smile, tapping his shoulder.

Chris Bang was one of your closest friends outside your friend group. He gave you a grin, ordering you a coffee too and bringing it to your table.

He sat opposite to you and said 'So, are you gonna spill the details, or-?'

'What is there to say, Chris? Hyunjin was just being himself and I was an idiot to expect anything else.' You say sadly. 'And I have this terrible migraine since then.'

'Aw darling.' he said, sympathetically. 'You ok?''

You shrug.

Ever since your break up with Hyunjin, you have been finding it very hard to get back to normal. You were never really a couple to be honest. You did things together and were always with each other, but that was that. It was like neither of you knew how to handle the situation you had waited for so much. You felt totally lost and hurt at the way Hyunjin spoke to you and nothing could seem to bring you off it's effects.

Changbin had tried to talk to you a couple of times, but you didn't want to bring up the topic.

'I'm alright, Chris' You say, giving him a weak smile. 'I miss him. My bad.'

'Y/N, you are amazing. Don't let him bring you down ok? Do you want me to teach him a lesson?' Chris asked playfully, flexing his muscles.

You laugh at that and say, 'Why are you so sweet?'

Chris winks at you and steals a sip of your coffee. Unknown to you both, Hyunjin watched you from the other end of the cafeteria. He felt jealousy take over him as he watched you being so relaxed with Chris. He didn't know why you two never had a normal conversation. Things always got heated up and ended up with you swearing at each other.

'Are you going to talk about it or what?' Changbin's voice snapped Hyunjin out of his thoughts.

'Talk about what?' Hyunjin asked, pretending he didn't know.

'Hyunjin. I know you since we were in diapers.' Changbin said. 'Don't start acting with me.'

Hyunjin sighed and closed his eyes as the cool evening breeze caressed his face. He tried to watch some of their juniors play football, but his mind was elsewhere.

'I don't know what came over me. It felt like she didn't want me, you know-'

'Not all girls respond so freely in the first go!' Changbin said.

'But this wasn't our first time' Hyunjin reminded him.

'That happened years ago. You were what, sixteen? And you were both drunk.' Changbin said. 'Besides. You know she is on the shy side.'

'She isn't shy when she's yelling at me!' Hyunjin said, scoffing.

'You have that kind of an effect on people.' Changbin said dryly, earning a glare from Hyunjin. 'I know it's frustrating sometimes. But I know how much she means to you, and all I want to say is, don't give up. Especially when it's so clear that she feels the same.'

Hyunjin remained silent. He loved you. More than he could even admit. And a part of him also knew that you felt something for him. But he couldn't help but worry that he was imagining things. What if you really weren't interested? His insecurities made him say all those mean things to you. And he got himself dumped. He didn't know how he would win you back again.

'Help me, Bin. Please.'

'As much as I know Hyunjin, he can can be an asshole if he doesn't get what he wants.' Lisa said.

Lisa was one of Hyunjin's earliest girlfriends from highschool, a relationship that lasted roughly 2 weeks since Lisa was actually the female version of Hyunjin and they couldn't stand each other. And Lisa was also best friends with you and Jennie.

'We never even had a real conversation till this day. How was I supposed to know that he is not just horny? I just didn't feel like he felt much for me. And then, he suddenly starts to kiss me, and I was so fucking shocked!' You said with your face in your hands.

'He's so stupid' Jennie sighed.

'What do I do?! He just made me so angry, I wasn't even thinking straight.' You said, pouting. 'I want my Hyunjinnie back.'

'Y/N, I swear to God, you and your Hyunjinnie are going to be the death of me.' Jennie muttered, throwing her bestie a glare.

'Don't worry, we'll get your boy back.' Lisa said with a grin. 'I have a plan.'

'Rose? Sorry but not happening' Hyunjin said, shaking his head and walking away from Changbin.

'Making her jealous is necessary if you want her back.' Changbin said, jogging to keep up with him.

'How is taking another girl out going to get Y/N to want me back?  For all I know she'll end up not wanting me at all.' Hyunjin said. 'Y/N has had this cold war with Rose for ages. She would hate me for this.'

'You're not dating her for real!' Changbin reminds him. 'You'll just casually invite her for the dinner party and act interested. I know Rose, I know she will want to help.'

'I'm telling you I have a bad feeling about this. I will kill you if this backfires!'

'Chris, Christoper, Channie.' You call as you sit next to him at the library.

'I have a bad feeling about this.' Chris said giving you a suspicious look.

'Uh. Stop trying to read my mind, Christopher.' You said seriously. 'I have a bad feeling about it too.'

'Everything OK?' Chris asks, tilting his head in question.

'No, not really. That's why I need my bestest boy friend ever to help me.' You admit with a smile. 'My most favorite boy in the world, will you say yes to anything I ask?'

Chris sat up straight and raised one eyebrow, studying you for a second.

'Don't tell Hyunjin I said that.' You add quickly.

'Now I'm really scared.' Chris said, moving his chair away from yours.

'Yah!'

'Ok, ok, go on.'

'Um, we are going out to dinner this Saturday to celebrate Changbin and Jennie's anniversary. I was thinking it would be great if you'd join us.' You said nervously.

'As your date?' Chris asked. 'Is this a revenge plan?'

'Yes? Maybe?' You looked embarrassed. 'Please please please? Besides, my friends know you well, so it won't be weird at all. Please Chris.'

'Are you really planning to make that poor guy jealous? What happened to you?' Chris asked with a chuckle.

'Now you're making me feel really bad.' You pout and look away. 'I already hate this idea, but I'm kinda... you know...'

'Umm' Chris made a show of thinking hard. 'Hyunjin is gonna hate me for this. But anything for you.'

'Yes! Thank you!!  You're the best!' You said squeezing him in a tight hug. 'So Saturday night at 7. I'll text you the details.'

'I'll be there' Chris said with a grin.

'He's soo sweet,  Lisa. Why didn't I fall for him?'' You whine. 'He's like this cute teddy bear, he's sooo wholesome-'

'Jennie, I think she's better off with Chris than your cousin.' Lisa said dryly.

'Hey! You're supposed to set her up with Hyunjin! Not Chris!' Jennie said throwing her pillow at Lisa.

'If he wasn't such an idiot, it wouldn't have been so hard!' Lisa shot back.

'Who's the idiot?'

You were sprawled on the sofa, with one leg on Jennie's lap and the other falling off the the sofa. Hearing his voice, you shot up to a more decent sitting position, and ignored him.

'Hello Jinnie.' Lisa said, voice laced with fake sweetness.

'Hi, Lisa.' Hyunjin said, giving the girls a suspicious look.

'So?' Jennie asked. 'You're here because?'

'Just to tell you that I invited someone for the dinner.' Hyunjin said, casually.

Your eyes shoot towards him, heart beating way too fast. Dressed casually in a white tshirt and black sweatpants, he looked so effortlessly gorgeous. Your cheeks are warm as his eyes meet yours. Looking away quickly, you try to tame your wild heart.

'And who is this someone?' Jennie asked.

'Rose.'

'Excuse me?' Jennie said, her mouth falling open.

She turned to Lisa and asked 'Did he just say ROSE?'

Lisa nodded, her eyes darting to you, as you tried to look as unbothered as possible.

What Hyunjin didn't know was that Rose was a bit of a bully back at highschool. She had taken up an interest in Hyunjin and knowing that you and Hyunjin were some sort of involved, she had made it her thing to bully you out of it. She kept telling you how you were never going to be accepted by his family or community, and that Hyunjin would lose interest in you and you'll make a fool of yourself.

Your naive younger self believed everything she had said, even though Hyunjin proved again and again that he never lost interest in you. It had hit your self confidence pretty hard and your belief that some day Hyunjin could be yours. Rose was a changed person now, having reached out to apologize when she realized you were going to be attending the same college, but you were far too hurt to let it slip.

'Why would you do that?! She's so fucking annoying!!  This my MY dinner party!' Jennie fussed, but Hyunjin wasn't even listening to her.

His eyes were on you, as you sat staring at your phone. You were clearly worried, biting your bottom lip, a habit which drove Hyunjin insane.

He looked away quickly realizing that he had been staring at you. His eyes locked with Lisa's who gave him a knowing look.

'You such a pain, Jinnie!' Jennie pouted. 'Of all the people you had to choose her.'

Getting one last look at you, Hyunjin stepped back.

'See you then.' He said, turning to leave. Once the door closed, you dropped back on the couch with a sigh.

'Nothing will work. He's already moving on!' You cry.

You twirl around, glancing at your cute red dress in the mirror. You felt good, and hoped everything would be fine that day.

'You look so cute, Y/N.' Jennie said, hugging you from behind. 'Jinnie is going to totally lose it today!'

'Hopefully.' You add.

'OK let's go now. He's waiting'

You find Hyunjin dressed in a black full sleeved shirt and light blue jeans. The sleeves were rolled up a bit, showing off his sexy watch (and hands), and he looked totally irresistible. His eyes skimmed through you and he bit his lip absent mindedly. He regretted everything. You looked so beautiful, it's a shame that he couldn't put his arms around you and kiss you.

He sighed as he heard a loud 'Hyunjinnie'.

Everyone looked towards the source of the voice and sighed. Rose looked so excited, it put a smirk on Hyunjin's face. He desperately wanted this plan to work.

'What the fuck.' Jennie whispered, giving Rose a look of disapproval before snapping at Hyunjin to get moving already.

You, Jennie and Lisa climbed into the backseat of Hyunjin's car and Rose joined him in the front. Jeongin, Minho and Jisung were picking up Changbin and Chris.

Once at the restaurant, you saw Chris dressed almost similar to Hyunjin in a black shirt and jeans. You got off the car, and rushed off to hug him.

'What the fuck is he doing here?' Hyunjin asked, as he watched them. Chris put his arms around you and you looked way too comfortable in his embrace.

'What the fuck is she doing here?' Lisa countered, pointing at Rose. 'Mind your own business, Jinnie.'

Hyunjin sulked throughout the dinner. You and Chris sat at the other side of the table, directly opposite to him. You giggled as Chris spoke to you in a voice that was barely audible across the table, and it pissed him off more. Chris placed his hand at the back of your chair and you leaned closer to him as he spoke. Eventually he placed his hand around your shoulder, why was enough for Hyunjin.

'Lisa.' Hyunjin whispered, nudging Lisa who sat next to him.

'What?' she asked.

'Why is he really here?' he asked her.

Lisa sighed and said, 'Y/N invited him.'

'But why?' He asked. 'Are they-?'

Lisa shrugged.

'You should ask her that.' she said giving him an innocent smile, batting her lashes at him.

'Anyway, why would you care? You yourself brought a date.'

'She's not my date. I just invited her casually.' Hyunjin protested.

'You invited HER of all the people, Hyunjin. You know how Y/N feels about her.' Lisa, said, shaking her head.

Hyunjin couldn't wait for this stupid dinner to get over. All he wanted was for Chris to leave. His prayers were answered when Chris got a call and had to leave earlier than the others.

'Bye guys. Thanks for having me.' he said as he left.

'You should join us more often, Chris.' Jennie said with a smile. 'This was so fun!'

He thanked them again and gave you a long hug and a wink before making eye contact with Hyunjin. The latter gave him such a cold look, Chris had to fight himself to not burst out laughing.

Hyunjin had had enough of this and he glared at you, as you watched Chris till he disappeared around the corner.

Once they were all in the car again, Hyunjin sped through like a maniac, making Jennie yell from the back.

'Are you fucking trying to kill us all you psycho!?' She screamed.

Hyunjin continued to drive that way, taking out all his anger on the road. As he neared a red light, he skidded to a stop and you almost fell forward and grabbed onto the first thing that touched your hand - Hyunjin's shirt.

Your eyes met in the mirror, and you gave him a pleading look, begging him to stop. He held your gaze, breathing heavily. When the light turned green, Hyunjin was normal again, though his knuckles had turned white with how hard he was gripping at the steering wheel.

'Fucking crazy.' Jennie mumbled as your hand remained on his shoulder, holding on tight. He halted in front of Rose's house. You pulled your hand back quickly without anyone noticing.

'I'll walk you to the door.' Hyunjin mumbled, as he got off the car.

He and Rose walked in silence and once they reached her front door, she touched his hand and said, 'Why don't you just talk to her?'

'I mean, it's not that hard to catch up with the fact that you can't get over her. I've known you two since high school and this is not some stupid crush at this point. It's so annoying to watch you too look at each other like that and never make a move.'

'I'm sorry, Rose. i didn't mean to-' he asked.

'Don't worry, Hyunjin. I know you didn't invite me because you like me or anything. I wanted to help. I've been really bad to her, and I feel terrible.' Rose said with a sad smile.

Hyunjin smiled, shaking his head.

He hugged the girl and she said, 'I hope we can still be friends.'

'Of course.' Hyunjin said, but if you really didn't like it, he wouldn't do it, he thought.

'See ya' Rose said,  before stepping into her house.

The others watched everything from the car, but they couldn't hear the conversation.

He got in and began driving again. Once you reached the apartment building, he parked in silence and held the door open for you.

'Can we talk?' he asked you, and everyone else scurried away quickly, giving you space.

'What's going on with you and him?' Hyunjin asked plainly. 'Be honest.'

'What does it mean to you Hyunjin?' You ask, feeling frustrated.

'Why can't you just answer the question?' He asked with a sigh.

'Because you're so...uh!!!' You were going crazy with this man. 'Why did you just drive like that?! Why did you bring ROSE?!'

'It's not the answer to my question, Y/N.' Hyunjin said, taking a step forward.

You take one back, your back hitting his car and he stood right in front of you.

'You never answer me right. It's always some twisted vague thing. Why is it so hard to be clear and straightforward for once, Y/N?'

He was too close now. He smelled so good, and the warm radiating from his body had you feeling like your brain was actually shutting down. You hated the effect he had on you.

'I don't have to do anything you say. Got it?' You snap, your body brushing against his as you step aside and storm off towards the elevator. Of all the people in the world he had to bring Rose.

'What did you do, Hyunjin?' Minho asked, having watched everything in silence.

'He fucked up. Again.' Jennie said, shaking her head as Hyunjin stood looking helpless.

'Understatement of the year' Lisa muttered under her breath.

[inbarfink]

I mean, the thing about Zim is that despite what he might say, he is absolutely capable of love and affection. It’s just that he only expresses it to a very select assortment of people.

First and most obvious one is probably his relationship with the Tallests. Which tends to be a lot less just a ‘loyal soldier duty bound to serve his leaders” and is coded a lot more like…. “Child overeager to please his neglectful parents”. I mean, the entire emotional crux of ‘Enter the Florpus’ is built on this. 

Zim isn’t just motivated by a pure ideological belief in the Irken Empire’s conquest, or by the desire for the fame and accolades that come with being a successful Invader. I mean, those ARE factors. Zim is both a true believer in Irk’s imperialist ideology and very interested in feeding his ego. But he’s also looking for a more personal sort of emotional validation specifically from the Tallests. One that he’s desperate for, but we know that he’s never gonna get.

(And that’s not just because Zim sucks. Even if he could somehow stop being a walking disaster area and a giant millstone around the Empire’s neck, that desire for the Tallests’ love would still be a fool’s errand. We’ve all seen how they treat poor Skoodge.)

In addition to that doomed attempt at an emotional connection, Zim can sometimes be kinda affectionate with his various robotic minions, which obviously goes back to the whole…

Yeah, that.

And that same episode ends with him having a very similar sort of response to Robo-Dad and Robo-Mom picking him up.

And then there’s, of course, his M-Lab Robot Minions in 'Enter the Florpus'. All named - and all grieved by him. 

His extreme reaction to Lawrence specifically dying shows he did apparently see them as individuals.

But as far as we can tell both the Roboparents and the Robot Army are not, like, sapient? I mean, AIs like GIR or the Computer are characterized as basically Machine People - but these robots barely seem more sapient than my laptop. And as much as I love my laptop it’s not gonna, like, love me back.

Speaking of GIR, he’s another example of someone Zim shows genuine care for. I mean… he can absolutely be pretty mean to him at times…

But any sort of kindness from Zim has to be graded on a Curve because he’s so terrible. ‘Hobo 13’ demonstrated to us very well just how horrible Zim can be to his subordinates - rude, inconsiderate, pretty much deliberately sacrificing them not just for his personal gain but also just for his own petty amusement. 

And it’s notable that’s not how he treats GIR. Who he expresses actual concern for…

And he pretty easily acquiesces to GIR’s capricious desires even when he clearly sees them as Stupid and frivolous. 

This scene is especially notable. I mean, this is Zim actually feeling bad about the fact that he made someone cry and trying to de-escalate the situation. Maybe for other characters a moment like that would be no big deal, but this basically the softest Zim has been through… all official IZ media. And it was a scene with GIR.

 And meanwhile GIR himself… didn’t really register any of this - either Zim’s frustration or his attempts at sort-of comforting him, because he was only sad about having eaten his cupcake and not being able to eat it more. 

Because that’s the thing, while GIR does have some level of affection towards Zim at times…

He doesn’t really show that same level of care. I mean, in pretty much all of these examples, GIR puts his own desire to give Zim physical affection over Zim’s clear discomfort and disgust. And in general, while GIR vaguely acknowledges that Zim is his master - he often disregards or ignores Zim’s orders and requests. And not just when it comes to being ordered around in yet another evil scheme -

But also when the situation is just clearly basically hazardous to Zim’s very life. 

(Which is very much in contrast to Zim, who, again, is actually emotionally invested in GIR’s safety)

While some of GIR’s inability to fulfill Zim’s commands can be attributed to his lack of mental focus and general stupidity - his absolute lack of care and regret about these situations seem to imply that, like, GIR might follow some of Zim’s orders when they seem fun, and he might like Zim in the sense that GIR is generally incapable of genuine malice. But GIR is never going to care about Zim, as a ‘Master’ or as a friend, as much as he cares about his own hedonism.

And of course, we all know that if GIR was capable of actually focusing on anything and remaining grounded in reality - he would very quickly realize that he actually hates Zim quite a bit. 

And that’s, like, the whole Tragedy of Zim. He is a being capable of kindness and friendship - but he always ends up only caring about beings who will never care about him back.

Due to Irken indoctrination and also self-inflicted due to his own ego (like, it is no coincidence that the People Zim Actually Cares About are the two beings Irken ideology obliges him to acknowledge as his superiors and then a bunch of robotic minions who are supposed to be 100% obedient to him.) Zim only loves those who will not love him back.

Except for Minimoose. That relationship is 100% wholesome.

[necrotic-nephilim]

For the au ask game

What do you think would happen if damian got a crush on dick and a good while after he proposed to dick in front of the 'bat-fam', they weren't dating so obviously dick is surprised but do you think they'd get together, how would the rest react?

for the ask game!

oooh, this is fun, bc there are a lot of directions to take it, how i think i'd write it tho is-

Damian would wait until he's an adult. he knows that's when it becomes Permissible to court Dick publically. everyone's always sort of known that Damian had a childhood crush but hey, he can join the club, most of them have gone through it at some point. no one says anything, bc they assume Damian will grow out of it, and even assume he has, by the time he's an adult. maybe he's dated and had brief flings that never worked out. no one realizes how *planned out* this is for Damian. he's in it for the long haul, having distractions thrown up to throw everyone off his scent. silently sabotaging Dick's relationships in ways no one even realizes, especially not Dick. Damian has been waiting for this, and he plans to do it the way he's been raised: romance is a lifetime bond that cannot be severed, and thus, it includes marriage. i like the idea that no one *told* Damian this explicitly, but how his mother taught him about love and how he sees Western relationships naturally led him to this assumption.

when Damian properly proposes, i think everyone would be so baffled, Dick included, that it'd come across as a joke. Damian planned it in front of others on propose- he wanted to mark his territory clearly and put the social pressure on Dick to have to navigate the situation correctly. bc Dick never wants Damian to feel embarrassed or humiliated. so there's a long, tense silence. someone maybe laughs and tries to crack a joke, with Damian calmly saying he's deadly serious. he expected the ridicule and it's not getting to him. i think it's extra fun if Dick quietly asks Damian to talk in another room about this and they leave and everyone is trading jokes and comments about what Dick is saying and why on earth Damian would even do that, trying to decide if this is a weird version of a prank. so an hour later when Dick and Damian come back out and DIck is *wearing the ring*, everyone is baffled.

Dick intends to say no. he's going to be *kind* about it but of course he's saying no. Damian might be in his 20s now, but he's still a *kid* in Dick's eyes, and Dick could never see him that way. but Damian lays out his reasoning, because he expected a rejection. he's very clear about the logistical aspect of it. how he objectively makes a good partner for Dick, and how getting married would provide stability for the family dynamic as well as the legal aspect of Bruce's company. it's all so well laid out Dick can barely get a word in edge wise. Dick tries to bring up how they're basically family and Damian calming corrects him that no, Dick was only ever Bruce's ward. Damian even brings up instances where Dick expressed a romantic love. bc i do think it's fun if Dick briefly Noticed Damian in that way. never deep enough to develop a full crush, but he definitely noticed when Damian went from a scrappy kid to an adult with toned muscles and his father's jawline. and Damian concludes his speech by saying if Dick has no arguments, then Damian assumes they're proceeding. and well, Dick *has* no real arguments. besides the fact he doesn't want to, which given Damian knows there's attraction there, he's able to easily combat that argument, saying Dick does want it, he's just doubting himself. so, frustrated and not prepared for this argument, Dick says yes, mostly bc of how flustered he is.

Dick's intended plan is to show Damian how bad of an idea their relationship would be. which is what he tells everyone, saying he's just doing this so Damian can learn how terrible their relationship would be and Damian will get it all out of his system. it's like indulging a child trying to set their own bedtime and letting them so they learn why they need sleep. and that works well for about a month, until Dick is realizing, he kind of enjoys this relationship. Damian is a dotting lover, and he's *right*, that he well balances most of Dick's worst traits in a relationship. it has been canonically said that Dick would do best with a partner like Bruce and well, what's Damian if not a more feral clone of Bruce. he has the same intensity that Dick needs, while also respecting he can't control everything about Dick's life. he doesn't expect or demand intimacy of any kind out of Dick, but Dick somehow finds himself sleeping in Damian's arms. (i'm a fan of Damian being a brickhouse as an adult and actually slightly larger than Dick) their first kiss isn't a surprise, bc Damian calmly asks if he can kiss Dick, what's surprising is that Dick says yes before he even thinks about it. he tells himself he's just curious. and it's a *good* kiss, which is even more frustrating. it's the sort of kiss where his hands wander and he's pulling Damian into his lap before Damian pulls away and calmly says he needs consent from Dick to go further. which makes Dick go pink bc, all of this was *not* how this was supposed to go. this was supposed to be a bluff, and now he thinks he's actually dating Damian.

the reactions would take a while to settle in. everyone still sees this as a ridiculous thing that'll blow over, eventually. bc Dick promised this wasn't a *real* thing and well, it *sounds* so ridiculous it can't really sink in. Damian's at that age where he's *just* now transitioning into being seen as an adult by the family. everyone who's on the younger side of the family will know, there's when you become an adult legally, and then there's when you become an adult socially, and those are very different times. Damian's just on the cusp, where a lot of the Batfam still see him as a kid. so it's difficult to grasp that he's old enough to be dating, let alone dating Dick. the longer it lasts the more the hidden laughs become shared looks as it sinks in. i think Bruce wouldn't know *how* to react. so many emotions just cancel out to the point that if he's asked, he just walks out of a room. Tim would be on the more negative side of reactions, whereas Cass is on the more positive. it's heavily varied, with the typical concerns being brought up. but no one can really *do* anything about it. and Dick is *Dick*, he's more trusted than Bruce is by the family, so they sort of have to go along with whatever he does. and more importantly, they trust his judgment. if he's riding this out, then everyone's riding it out with them. eventually, it sort of just becomes part of the dynamic. it goes from a joke to accepted so easily no one really notices when they started taking it seriously. which is the fun of it being so normalized that they don't realize it as a Thing anymore. it's just how Damian and Dick are, which is my favorite brand of things.

[yuseirra]

This really bugs me, I don't understand why people would want hikaru to interact with taiki. Would you do the same if something similar happened to Ai? Why would he have to? What he's gone through is terrifying, just because the character isn't aggressive about it doesn't mean they aren't traumatized, maybe some can be 'okay' about meeting their children born that way and form a lovely relationship, that's admirable and incredible of them, but I don't think people are obliged to do so. Rather, I think he's already done quite well by refraining from showing any hostility towards Taiki. That's more than enough. If you think about it, that's also what's let him feel he isn't worth Ai's love and it's what he thought was the reason she left him.

He was seriously too, extremely young and didn't have any say in the matter. He's a pure victim in that situation. I feel it's something other people cannot and should not say anything about the matter. We clearly see the character in so much pain when he's reminded of it, it broke him once, it's actually what's led to a lot of disaster that's happened onwards so why? I can't really tell if people can't see the severity of the situation or I'm overreacting over a fictional material but I feel people may have been way more careful on approaching it if it was Ai that was going through the same thing(I'm so glad she isn't by the way and she loves her children and who she had them with)

I don't need those two to interact in order for this to be a good story. Actually, I'm getting worried that they might after having received a few inquiries, it's something that's never crossed my head but I'm starting to think it's maybe what some people want? But it's terrible... What happened is frightening. It's not a subject I can discuss with passion... The comic shouldn't, either.

+ To add, I'm making it clear that there could also be people born from such relationships, it's never their fault and they deserve a happy life as much as anyone else on the planet. It's neither of their fault, the situation is just something that can be very painful and you can't assume people will be so okay and accepting about it. It's something that's very challenging to feel that way about and it's okay if they cannot cope.

++one more thing, I appreciate that this manga DIDN'T make what he's gone through define him as a character(make him a woman-hater/a serial killer to avenge on women etc) if that's what happened, I'd have been so frustrated and moreover, it would have felt disrespectful for people who've gone through similar experiences in their life. That sort of thing is not a "simple device" and should be handled well if it has to. He's working for what he thinks is for his love and regardless of whether he's good or bad, he's his own person. That sort of experience is what struck him and what he had to endure, but it's not supposed to be THE thing that everything about that character should be built upon. It would be so rude for people to assume people in real-life would be that way, and this manga handles psychology in a realistic way so I end up having a pretty serious approach on this too. I feel they're doing decent in that area. So I believe the author will keep illustrating that part of the story well, as painful as it can get sometimes..

[rorywritesjunk]

The stars in their courses will run and bring their hearts earthward to hear her.

Buggy brings his son in to the bakery to get a treat for his birthday. You like decorating cakes. Rating: PG-13ish. Warning: Fast paced in a way. Six month time skip. Pregnancy. Buggy's a little insistent and sulky. Talk of child abandonment. A/N: Now that Birdie has a name I think of her a lot tbh.

Title comes from “Girl in the Garden” by S.J. Tucker.

Chapter 1 + Chapter 2 + Chapter 3 + Chapter 4 + Chapter 5 + Chapter 6

Chapter 4

Six months had passed by when he walked into the bakery. You grimaced when you saw him, shaking your head as he tried not to make eye contact, looking everywhere but at you. You didn’t remember his name after meeting him those few times, but he remembered you by the small smile he gave you as he placed an order for a cake.

“Who’s birthday is it?” You asked as you wrote down the order. “And what’s a name for pickup?”

“It’s for Darby’s birthday.” Cabaji said quickly; you looked up and raised an eyebrow.

“So, his half birthday then?” You said as you straightened up a bit. “Since his birthday was six months ago, which is when I met him and his dad.”

“It’s… the Captain’s birthday?” 

“For a pirate, you’re really bad at lying.” You pointed out as you ripped the order off the pad and tore it up. “I thought pirates were good at it.” You sighed and rubbed your face. “Look, just buy a dozen cupcakes and call it good, okay? I don’t know why you’re here with your terrible lies but I don’t have time for it.”

“R-Right.” He took the box he was given of assorted cupcakes and gave you some berry before leaving, but not before looking back at you once more before he stepped out the door. Why he had to come check on you and not the Captain himself was something Cabaji was curious about. Darby spent the last six months talking about you, asking when you’d come and cook pancakes again, and to his credit, Buggy was patient and kind with the kid with all the questions but he took the frustrations of the situation out on his crew.

Buggy wasn’t handling it well, the way things ended between you two and Cabaji had seen it firsthand. He knew his Captain had a big heart, one that often opened up when he thought he’d found a kindred soul, someone he could fall in love with and sail the seas together, but when you walked out after breakfast that morning, he was shattered, even if he didn’t tell it to anyone, but Cabaji saw it. 

When Buggy saw they would be near your town again, he sent Cabaji out to check in on you. And boy, Cabaji had news to share and he wasn’t sure how the captain was going to take it.

Once he delivered the cupcakes to the kitchen, he sought out Buggy. He was in Darby’s room, brushing his son’s hair out while trying to figure out how to style it for the day. The three year old hated sitting still but Buggy had given him some blocks to distract himself with while he worked. Cabaji knocked on the door and cleared his throat; Buggy looked up and glared at him.

“What?”

“I saw her, sir.” 

“And?”

“She’s… changed.” Cabaji trailed off and Buggy rolled his eyes.

“How? She get a haircut, grow shorter, or is she missing some limbs? I don’t really care, I was just curious.” He said as he began to braid Darby’s hair. 

“She’s pregnant, Captain Buggy.”

Buggy stopped what he was doing and slowly looked over at Cabaji. “She’s what now?”

“Pregnant.” He said hesitantly. “I didn’t… ask how far along she was.”

“Did she have a ring?”

“I didn’t see one.”

Buggy nodded slowly and turned back to his son. “You can go.”

“Sir-”

“I said go.” His hand flew at Cabaji, pushing him out of the room before yanking the door shut. So, you were pregnant. You must have found a man shortly after Buggy which didn’t sit well with him. It wasn’t as if you belonged to him or that he was the jealous type, he just… wanted to know what you’d been up to since you left the ship during breakfast and broke his son’s little heart. It wasn’t that Buggy cared about you, no, he just didn’t like seeing his son so sad. You two weren’t in any sort of relationship after two days, but maybe he needed to pay you a visit, just to say hi, check in with you, that sort of thing.

~

When you walked up to the bakery the next day, you noticed someone was waiting outside. That wasn’t too unusual, often someone was waiting for the place to open so they could grab a breakfast pastry and coffee, completely normal, but it was just that when you got closer and saw who it was, you paused for a moment. He hadn’t changed in six months, still had his blue hair hidden, his makeup was still smeared, and his nose just as red.

“Uh… hi.” You weren’t really sure what to say. You didn’t expect to see him. “Bakery opens in an hour.”

“The donuts were tasty, Darby wanted more.” Buggy said with a shrug. “Wanted to be first in line to get the best ones.”

“Those were cupcakes.”

Buggy paused for a moment before shrugging again. “Same thing.”

You sighed and unlocked the door, gesturing for him to follow you in. This was a dumb idea, why were you doing this? Why were you letting him into your place of work while you tried to get ready for the day? You locked the door behind him and went to make him a cup of coffee.

“Why are you here?” You asked with a frown. “Is Darby okay?”

His gaze softened just a bit at you asking about his son. He nodded as he took a seat. “He's fine. Growing like seaweed.”

You didn't correct him as you brought him his coffee. He grabbed your wrist gently before you could pull away, looking up at you, eyes briefly flickering to your growing stomach.

“So, find some hot guy to make an honest woman outta ya?”

“Not exactly.” You said; his eyes narrowed and you sighed, removing yourself from his grasp and putting his hand on your stomach. “I was pretty shocked, the two times I wasn't careful and some goofy pirate knocked me up.”

“Wait-”

“Yep.” You stepped away from him and headed to the kitchen. He got up to follow, leaving the coffee behind. “Six months along. Kinda getting tired of being on my feet all day.” 

“Why are you still working then?”

It was hard not to snap an answer back at him. Admittedly, you found the fool to be handsome, it was hard not to in some ways, but he was certainly dumb sometimes. You bit back a retort as you started to bend down to get something but Buggy’s hands were there to help you. You pointed out what you needed and they grabbed them, putting them up on the counter for you.

“I can't not work, Buggy. I need money, especially with this little one on the way.” You sighed. “And then once the baby is born, I'll be coming to work with them because… I don't have anyone to help me.”

“I still have an open position on my ship.” Buggy said without missing a beat. “I… still want someone to help with Darby.”

“What, like a nanny?” You asked. Before, the idea was crazy to you. But now, with the baby growing inside you, it didn't sound half bad. Keeping up with the running of the bakery was driving you crazy. You’d come home exhausted, achy, feet sore and swollen. It was hard to want to get out of bed some mornings to do it all over again. You didn’t know how to pace yourself, barely even giving yourself a day off most of the time, and as you reflected on that for a moment, the invite did sound enticing. Maybe it was the changing hormones and emotions, but you ended up nodding. “Do I get my own room, or…”

“Own room, you take care of Darby, I'll pay you, it's quite the life, y’know.” Buggy shrugged. “He'd love to have you around.”

“Is he the only one?” You asked as you tapped one of his hands, pointing to a large mixing bowl that was up high. “Look, I didn't mean to leave the way I did, I just… was concerned with what you said. I really liked those two days with you, and I loved spending time with Darby.”

Buggy just shrugged. “He loved spending time with you and having you on the ship.”

You smiled softly and looked at him. “I just… need a few days to take care of some things.”

~

The way Darby's eyes lit up when he saw you at breakfast one morning made you think the decision to come aboard was the right one. He completely ignored Buggy in favor of hurrying over to you and holding his arms up to be picked up, which you did, pulling him into your lap, which was just a little uncomfortable with your stomach being in the way, but he didn't seem to mind. He was just happy to see you.

“Clearly you're the favorite.” Buggy sighed as he fixed Darby’s plate for him. You had arrived the night before after Darby went to bed. Buggy gave you the Grand Tour of the ship, finishing off where your room was, the small storage room that was between Buggy's and Darby's room and it was perfect. He had it converted pretty quickly and you appreciated it, even though you ended up sleeping with Buggy that night.

“I can't help it.” You chuckled as you hugged Darby, kissing him on the forehead as he made himself comfortable on your lap. “I missed you, Darby. I'm excited to spend time with you!”

“With me?” He looked up at you with a frown. “Why?”

“She's going to stay with us for a bit, sweetheart.” Buggy told him as he set Darby's plate down in front of you, as well as your own. “She's going to live with us! That's great, right?”

“Really?” The little boy's eyes lit up as he looked at you. The smile on his face tugged at your heart and oh, you couldn't believe that you were going to do this, live on a pirate ship while pregnant, helping the captain raise this adorable child. 

“Oh, he's precious.” You chuckled as you hugged him. “Really! I'll get to play with you, we can cook and do whatever you want, Darby.”

Buggy wasn't sure he could handle the scene in front of him. Darby had the biggest smile on his face as he looked up at you while you had one arm around him while you used the other to start feeding yourself. It was apparent what kind of person you were with how attached his son was to you already, even after meeting you the first time and wandering off to see you the next day. Darby still didn't even go near most of the crew and they knew him since he was a baby.

It was a little too sweet and Buggy finally managed to look away, focusing on his own food while you answered Darby’s questions between bites while also encouraging the three year old to eat as well. Was this going to work out? It had been Buggy and Darby for the kid's entire life and now here you were, pregnant with Darby’s sibling, joining the family in some way. 

Buggy realized there was going to need to be some conversations happening.

~

“Can Darby call you mom?”

It was just before lunchtime the day you arrived. Darby was down for a nap while you were in the kitchen, preparing lunch for the three of you. You knew the two of you would need to talk, lay down rules, expectations and boundaries, things like that, but you just didn't expect that question out of the blue like that.

“Do you want him to?” You asked, looking up from the cheese sandwiches you were currently toasting. “I mean, I think it would be confusing if this new baby comes and we are saying ‘mommy and daddy’ around it, and he just calls you daddy…”

“I want him to be able to.” Buggy said a little too quickly. You frowned as he went to grab plates for the three of you. He hesitated for a second before looking at you. “Look, Darby’s mom didn't want him. We… we had a fling, I didn't know she was pregnant, and when I came to visit her, she told me either I take the kid or he goes to an orphanage.” He took a moment, cleared his throat, before adding, “He was a little baby, y’know. He was just a few weeks old and that bitch wanted to leave him at an orphanage.”

“Oh, Buggy…” You swallowed the lump in your throat and rubbed your eyes, trying to ignore the tears threatening to well up. “That's horrible.”

“I wasn't going to put my son through that. And… and he is my son, it's pretty obvious, and it hasn't been easy but I love that kid.” Buggy continued, no longer looking at you as he set the table. “Y’know, never thought I'd be a dad. Didn't think it was a possibility, but… here I am, raising one kid with another on the way.”

You lowered the heat on the stove before walking over to Buggy and touching his arm to get his attention. He glanced over at you and you took his hand, placing it on your swollen belly.

“We both know this isn't going to be perfect, we're probably going to fight and have other issues, but I'm fine if Darby wants to call me mom.” You told him as he sat down on a chair and leaned into you, resting his cheek on your stomach. “But I don't want to force it, let it happen naturally, okay?”

“Yea…” He trailed off, eyes closed as he made himself comfortable against you. You didn't move for a moment, rubbing his shoulder gently. 

“Are you sleepy?” You asked; he nodded. “Okay, I think it's time for you to take a nap after lunch. I'll take care of Darby so you can get some rest.”

“I'm too old for naps.” He mumbled in response.

“I feel like I had this conversation already today.” You chuckled as your fingers moved from his shoulder to the back of his neck. He shuddered, leaning into you further, and you kept it up for a few more minutes. “Okay, I need to get Darby up for lunch. After you eat, you take your nap.”

Buggy tilted his head up to scowl at you but you weren't bothered by it. You already saw that scowl on a three year old when you put him down for his nap a few hours ago. You just patted Buggy on the cheek before pulling away to plate the sandwiches before going off to collect Darby.

This was all either going to work out or explode into millions of pieces.

[08melancholie]

Giddy up, Cowboy. — Micah Bell/Arthur Morgan.

tags: enemies to whatever the fuck they are, Toxic Yaoi type shit i love them oh god, Toxic Yaoi, Arthur Morgan Does Not Have Tuberculosis, Medium Honor Arthur Morgan, Micah Bell Is His Own Warning, Smut, Porn, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Blow Jobs, Oral Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Gay Sex, Anal, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Multiple Orgasms, Switching, Tension, Sexual Tension, Resolved Sexual Tension, Spit As Lube, Semi-Public Sex, Hate Sex, but just a teeny-tiny bit of it, SORRY couldn't help myself i hate them both and i also love them, honestly fucking micah bell is like sex as self harm here is it not???, i think just liking micah is self harm tbh

summary: Part 2 of 'Patch up, Cowboy'/Morbell fic #1 Series; A few weeks after the 'homestead job incident'—as Arthur calls it—more tension ensues between the two cowboys, leading to a whole lot of sexual exploration for one night out.

a/n: i have the worst love/hate relationship sith these two guys its insane. i drew art of this btw (not the sex part but the tension before bcz yk i love tension...)

words: 3,010 | AO3 LINK — SERIES LINK (Part 1&2)

When did things get this out of hand?

Does being on your knees in front of the biggest asshole you know cancel out the fact you both hate each others' guts? Or, what about having your hand in-between their shoulder blades, looking down at them bent over for you? Arthur sure as hell wonders.

Time has been flying by all too slowly since what happened during the homestead robbery, or well, after the planned ambush that Dutch himself fell fooled to. There was always a horrible tension between the two men, just not like the usual where they'd see each other in camp and sometimes glare in distaste; they'd avert their gazes and hide themselves under their hats. This went on for weeks without stop, endless hiding and avoiding. But they couldn't avoid how it made their bodies feel.

It became such a frequent thing that they both started acting like it was normal to get yourself off at night at the thought of the other. Hell, even Micah started going to his tent earlier in the night, just for that.

Lucky for them, most of the gang members didn't notice anything weird about their demeanour to one-another—unlucky for them was that the only person who noticed, was the one that could complicate their situation.

As soon as the two of them arrived back into camp, Dutch had a clear idea that something happened, and the fact they wouldn't disclose what both worried and frustrated him. Nobody was saying anything, and they avoided each other like the plague. So, Dutch went down to the core of the situation—the two of them couldn't stand being around each other, so why not make them? Great thinking.

Dutch set Micah and Arthur together for night watch, ignoring the many protests from both men who were sat in his tent. "I don't want to hear it; if you won't tell me what happened that's caused this, this is the alternative."

Clearly, neither Micah or Arthur had the guts to admit to their leader that they get aroused when around one another, or simply thinking of each other. They silently stared at Dutch for a moment before he shooed them off to process his words and what they'd have to do tonight.

It was seriously like a death sentence for them, having to finally face the problem head-on. Alone, with nobody to bother them. Alone.

With every moment that the sun dipped further down the horizon, the nerves of the two men grew. Stood so close to each other, their foreheads painted in sweat and an uncomfortably tense silence hanging in the air. It's terrible, really. The entire night at the fire replays in their minds, and it makes night watch very hard, seeing as they can't focus to save their lives. It takes a few hellishly long minutes for the tense silence to be broken, by Micah. "Have a light, Morgan?" Arthur—reluctantly—looks over at the sound of Micah's accented voice, who was a cigar hanging in his mouth, already looking at him.

"Uh, yeah." Arthur reaches into his satchel for a matchbox, taking one out to light when Micah offers Arthur a different cigar, for him to take. Weirdly enough, since Micah would usually rather do anything but share even a simple cigarette. With confusion and caution, Arthur takes the second cigar and lights the match. He brings it up to his cigar when Micah gets up very close to him, and Arthur feels Micah wrap an arm around his shoulder, using the same flame to light his cigar at the same time, while looking at Arthur—which makes him feel the sudden tightness of his trousers just like the night before. Little goddamn tease.

When the cigars light and Arthur tosses the match aside, Micah doesn't move back to his previous spot. His arm falls off of Arthurs shoulder, but he says right next to him. A silence befalls them again, but its so much worse. Why do they do this to themselves? Get each other riled up like this? It isn't benefitting anyone currently; they're just standing around with their erections outlined into their trousers.

Well, Micah has a plan, it seems.

"I don't eva do this type'a thing, cowpoke," He takes a final puff of his cigar when it's almost used-up, tossing it to the dirt and crushing with his boot. "so I'd feel honored if I was you." He chuckles slightly, but Arthur is still confused by what he means. Micah cocks his head at the mans' confusion. "Come on, 'ya don't see it?" Arthur definitely feels the blood run up to his cheeks when Micah looks directly to his bulge, and has to hold back on covering it with his hands.

Well, not like Micah doesn't have one of his own; a goddamn massive one. "What're you implying, Micah?"

The blonde man chuckles again. "It's like'm talkin' to a virgin;" He decides to be blunt about it, seeing as Arthur is either playing extremely coy, or is clueless. "let's help each other out. Just tonight—never speak of it again."

And while it does make Arthur's blood split between going to his already throbbing dick and already red enough face, it isn't that horrible of an offer. Night watch almost never escalates, and they've got nothing to lose in this situation; only to gain. The fact that Arthur is considering the offer is enough for Micah to quietly snicker and fully face Arthur now. "Good, so that's a 'yes'," He comments, and Arthur doesn't exactly disagree. "Well then, on your knees."

"On my knees?" Arthur creased an eyebrow at Micah, who just scoffed and nodding in a 'duh' motion. Arthur wasn't too keen on it, but he couldn't run from the fact that he'd envisioned this multiple times before, and that acting off about doing such a thing was only lying to himself. And so, he does as he's asked.

He shuffles down to the grass below, the terrain not as harsh as he expected it to be. He looks up at Micah, whose got the most obvious outline in his trousers he's ever seen, straining against the material. "..Damn, Morgan." Micah can't help staring down at him, practically mesmerised.

After a long pause of mere eye-contact and Micah's clothed shaft twitching at Arthur, he reaches up to fiddle with the gun belt around Micah's hips, and he other man enjoys it throughly, letting Arthur work him freely, as he likes. The gun belt meets the floor on Arthurs level, and he slowly moves to the beige trousers that Micah almost always wears, sliding the zipper down and undoing the little silver button holding the clothing article together. His fingers trace the rim of Micah's pants before slipping into the waistband, pulling down the restraints keeping his erection at bay. It jumps up at Arthur when Micah's trousers sit the floor, a small string of precum connected to the boxers around Micah's ankles that slowly drips down the red tip in front of Arthurs face. He's more thick than long, about average for all Arthur knows.

Micah is watching every nimble movement Arthur makes like a hawk, how he slowly undresses him and how he gawks at his cock, as if trying to figure it out. It brings a brief, huffy laugh out of Micah, looking down at Arthur in this position he can't help feeling even more turned on. "'Ya gonna start?" He breaks the silence up, licking his chapped lip that's long healed from the day at the homestead. Arthur clears his throat before sitting up on his knees to be on-level with Micahs hips, his rough hands sliding up Micah's slightly hairy thighs. Clearly, nerves are still pretty high about all this, but maybe a taste of whats to come will do Arthur good?

Has Arthur ever done this before? No, he was absolutely clueless on what he was doing. Has he had enough blowjobs to kind-of guess what he had to do? Possibly. He'll test that out. He gazes up to meet Micahs eyes as he leans closer to it, parting his lips slightly to peek his tongue out for a taste of the precum on Micah's tip. It's salty and slimy, connecting with Arthurs tongue as he licks a stripe up the head of it, earning a nice and low sigh from Micah, whose hand runs itself through Arthurs bangs and baby hairs, grabbing and tightly holding onto the brown strands as they fly out in every direction between his clenched fist. Arthur must be doing something right, surely. And so, he continues his slow, almost teasing licks up Micah's shaft, ending right at the leaky tip that twitches, begs him for more. And more he shall get.

"Fuuck, Morgan." Micahs hand pulls slightly on the brown hairs between his fingers, drawing him a bit closer. Dignity? What's that? Arthur's hands find the sides of Micah's thighs, still looking him directly in the eyes as his tongue makes a mockery of the twitchy cock in front of him—licking, kissing, hell, almost tempted to spit on it. It's like a twisted natural instinct that just makes him look like he knows what he's doing, how to tease Micah just right. You may call it revenge for all of Micah's own moments, some would say.

After a presumably long enough period of time, Arthur starts making his own self impatient—surprise, surprise. He parts his mouth enough to fit Micah's tip in his mouth, drawing a nice and long groan from Micah, Arthur getting his hair pulled a little harder by the man in response. "That's it," He hums quietly, feeling Arthur's tongue swirl around one time to gauge the blonde man's reaction—gaining a positive one, thankfully.

It's not long before Arthur has his cheeks hollowed—just to be filled by Micah's thick member until he's gone all in, his eyes narrowed and lidded, staring up at Micah when his lips almost meet the mans' stomach. It feels almost humiliating, but the lust somehow seems to very easily overpower any shame Arthur could be feeling about this—sucking another male off in the middle of camp, essentially. When Micah finally bottoms out in Arthurs mouth, he starts taking the reins; both hands on one side of the other man's head, gripping just enough to start moving to his own preferred pace. A few noises of discomfort from Arthur pass by Micah, who doesn't stop for a moment to remember that Arthur hadn't had any time to get used to Micah's whole length in his mouth—but Micah isn't considerate enough anyways, and being blue-balled so damn long really does bring some desperation and carelessness into a man.

Arthur's head bobs back and forth with a small grunt, his hands gripping onto Micah's outer thighs for life, trying to keep himself grounded while slowly losing himself in the moment. Without much warning—other than a soft groan and curse under his breath—Micah suddenly comes, painting the back of Arthur's throat in his spent. The man coughs and almost chokes when it happens, having been absolutely unprepared for it. Micah holds Arthurs head in place until he's got every drop running down Arthur's throat, only then letting his grip falter and withdrawing from the cowboys' mouth. "Well, that was somethin', huh cowpoke?"

Arthur gives himself a breather, coughing a few more times before he stands up to his full height, now towering over Micah once more. He curses under his breath as he tries to swallow the aftertaste down, before fully turning to Micah. "Think I've earned a turn." Micah looks at him for a moment before—somewhat reluctantly—starting to kneel. "Oh no, not that." Arthur grabs Micah by the shoulder, his strength unmatched by the other outlaw as he's spun and tossed around up to a nearby barrel, trying to look back at Arthur. "The hell is—"

He's shut up by the sound of metal, more precisely Arthur's belt unbuckling and trousers slowly dropping. Arthur tosses Micah's coat over his back to get a better view of just what he's doing, then pushes a heavy hand down the curve of Micah's lower back to arch him just slightly more. In Arthur's eyes, Micah is complying almost a little too freely to this, but he won't comment on that; as to not agitate him into leaving like the, usually selfish, asshole he can be. Arthur lets his garments drop with a sigh, feeling the cold night air almost instantly on his hot, throbbing cock that's already long leaking pre-cum.

A faint sound of spitting almost echoes through the woods around the area, a string of warm saliva dropping down on Micah's hole before it's circled around slowly by Arthur's finger. At least he's done anal before—God knows if Micah ever has, but judging by how he visibly clenches under Arthur's digit and how his hands dig into the wooden barrel underneath him for support, it's possible he hasn't. "Calm down," Arthurs leans down slightly to murmur, running a hand under the coat and undershirt Micah has on up his back, cold fingertips tracing his spine up to the space between his shoulder blades as he slowly eases a thumb into Micah, earning a small noise out of Micah, something between a hiss and moan. "loosen your muscles, it'll feel better." Arthur whispers, trying to almost guide Micah through this. Just why was he talking all sweet to him? Only God knows.

Micah manages to stop practically sucking Arthur's finger in, and the cowboy uses that as an opportunity to slip another in, earning himself another low moan from Micah which he rewards with a squeeze to the nape of Micah's neck where his hand now rests. "That's it," he adds when he scissors the two digits, trying to loosen Micah up as much as possible for his twitching shaft. Micah's sounds fill the surrounding nature, thankfully not loud enough to wake any camp members in the near radius. Arthur slowly withdraws his fingers before lining his tip up to Micah's anus, moving his hand to Micah's hip while the other rests between his shoulder blades to keep him in position. Micah is practically helpless under Arthur, the other man much stronger than himself which allows the cowboy to move him as he likes.

Arthur then circles his pre-cum over Micah's entrance with his tip, a little more lube just in case. He takes a moment, both to let Micah and himself brace for this, before he starts pushing his hips up to Micah's backside, Arthur's member slowly entering the others' body. He holds Micah in place and whispers really low words of encouragement to keep Micah from clenching and tightening too hard around him, easing each inch in and punctuating it with a small praise, either a word or squeeze of his hip and body.

Slowly but surely, Arthur close to bottoms out in Micah, who is gripping the barrel almost painfully hard to stay grounded. He hissed into his forearm and arches involuntarily with every one of Arthurs' filling movements, actually fairly enjoying the praise he receives from the man, surprisingly enough.

Arthur's hips finally come in contact with Micah's ass, fully sheathing his dick deep into the outlaws' guts. He takes a small breather, letting Micah adjust before he slowly pulls out to the tip, and slams back in. Micah grunts into his sleeve, biting down on his lip to keep himself as silent as possible with every slow yet deep repeat penetration from Arthur's length, who leans down and keeps his sweet, sweet praise up, mumbling low and encouraging words right next to Micah's ear as his cock repeatedly drills down Micah's asshole, skin slapping skin and ragged breathing filling the surrounding area, only ever interrupted by a low curse from Micah and rewarding praise from Arthur.

"I'm close, gonna let me inside?" Arthur suddenly breaks the silence that lingered for a moment, not faltering his rutting into Micah's ass once.

Micah manages to reply between all his little lewd grunts and groans, moans and mewls that spill like a waterfall. "Go right.. ahead, cowpoke.."

Arthur doesn't need much more clarification, he speeds up and leans back up to get a good angle on Micah, fucking into him a bit more roughly to get himself closer. Micah's moans and curses turn incoherent, words becoming fully intelligible to Arthurs' ears as he focuses on his pace and depth, while Micah moves a hand down to his already-newly-hard member to jerk himself to an orgasm.

These lewd noises could probably drive anyone away from camp that shouldn't be there, so technically, the camp isn't being exactly unprotected.

Soon enough, with a quiet 'shit!', Arthur connects his hips with Micah's backside and empties himself into the man, both hands moving to his hips to keep him there as his cock twitches deep inside Micah, every drop spilling into him. Micah gasps and jerks himself a few times before spilling into his hand, gasping for air as he reaches his second orgasm that night and Arthur leans down onto his back tiredly, his knees almost weak from what just went down. Their chests move in sync, heaving and trying to regulate their ragged and quickened breaths as Arthur slowly pulls out, reaching down to get his drawls and pants back on before clasping his gun belt on.

Micah recovers soon after as well, reaching down and covering himself as well as he wipes sweat off his forehead, finally grateful that the nights have gotten colder for once.

Micah picks his gun back up, with Arthur doing the same. They stand there for a quick moment, thinking back on whatever the hell just happened, when Arthur is the one of break the silence this time, turning his head towards Micah at almost the same time as the other cowboy.

"You have another cigar, Bell?"

"..Just one left."

"Maybe we can share."

Kudos on AO3 heavily appreciated!! Finally, the morbell fic is out of my goddamn drafts. I've wanted to finish this for weeks, but I've been worried about whether or whether not the writing was any good, considering I've never written this ship in a sexual setting—or written any gay sex before. But, nonetheless, needed to get it done. Hope it was good!

[mocksart]

for your borrower au! how is Stanley treated in general before the narrator realizes he is sentient? what's the worst thing the narrator might do to Stanley in this time period? what is the softest moment?

sorry for all the questions, I just love this idea a LOT. g/t stuff is SOOO compelling to me :3

Hey, no worries, I love questions! If you can't tell, I also love this idea a lot lol

It is important to me to make it clear that the narrator is not intentionally cruel. He still sees Stanley as a living being with needs and wants.

Stanley is fed well - mostly seeds and grains due to his mouse-like appearance. This isn't wrong, as mice are also omnivores, though it does get a little boring. So basics like food and water are always available.

Of course, he is kept in a cage.

In my head, it's more akin to the ones rabbits are kept in, rather than mice or rats, but that's mostly due to me being more familiar with rabbits. Also the mental image of metal bars is more compelling to me than the plastic tubs that mice are usually kept in.

Standard bedding situation. It's less comfortable than his pile of fabric scraps at home, but it's not unbearable by any means.

The Narrator has a habit of talking to himself, and this turns into a sort of half-talking to Stanley as well. When he does directly address stanley, though, it's usually because he's frustrated with something Stanley is or is not doing. Plus, as in the game, the man is not above petty insults.

I've thought a bit more on it and I think it might be more fair to say that, rather than not realizing, the narrator can't admit that Stanley is sentient.

Subconsciously, he knows. He can see how smart Stanley is. How Stanley responds to his words. But he can't bring that thought into his conscious mind. Because the man has already done some terribly dehumanizing things to this creature. And admitting that this thing is a person would mean that he's an absolute monster. And he's not! Haha really, guys, he wouldnt do that!

The worst thing he does, especially early on, is leave Stanley alone. At one time, the borrower would have jumped at the opportunity to have some time to himself, just not like this. The basement lab is dark and lonely. Being in this environment for long stretches of time takes a toll on the borrower's mental health.

As time goes on, the Narrator does realize something is wrong. Subject 427 used to have so much more energy. It hardly tries to escape and barely protests when handled. He semi-correctly guesses that 427 needs some kind of enrichment.

He has Stanley for a few months before the borrower manages to escape. Toward the end of that time, he starts bringing Stanley up out of the basement (always in a container of some kind) to show the borrower around and talk to him about his old escapades. (This is where we learn that the narrator is quite well-traveled, and that he no longer leaves the relative safety of his own home.) And there are some genuine moments of connection that happen.

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Much later on the narrator absolutely mortified by his own past behavior. The man never thought he was capable of causing harm like that, much less unthinkingly.

(He doesn't like to talk about it, a fact that Stanley uses to his advantage sometimes to get what he wants.)

The Narrator works hard to redeem himself as best as he can. He knows there's no way to fully make up for what he's done, but he tries anyway. Because underneath all his issues and traumas and poor coping mechanisms is a person who strives to be better. He wants it so badly. But for a long time it seemed like every time he tried, he just made it worse. So he stopped trying.

Being around another person, especially one who was absolutely not taking his bullshit, reawakened that part of himself that had been buried for so long.

[definitelynotshouting]

grian snacking on Card Game Rage might even be a good long term thing as part of getting him to eat better, like, instead of limiting himself to just positive emotions he might realize there's a wide array of ethically sourced negative emotions including but not limited to "frustration at a contraption not working", "ARGH MOB", Card Game Rage, etc and there's a wide array of events other than MCC he can poke his head into for a meal

Oh!! So actually, this is something i want to mention about Watcher feeding habits and how they work, because i dont think i really expanded on this in any of my other posts laying out the lore and mechanics and whatnot

So when a Watcher feeds, its actually less about the emotions and more about the hertz frequency those emotions are occurring at on the electromagnetic spectrum. Beta brain waves hit around 18-35 Hz, which is about the hertz frequency that Watchers can "feed" off of as well. In truth, its less "feeding" so much as it is resonance. Watchers have very brittle code that takes a lot of time and energy to shape, and a lot of maintenance to keep from falling apart. Where Player code is super flexible and tends to repair itself just fine, Watchers have to resonate with a certain hertz frequency to repair their code manually. This hertz frequency basically happens to coincide with beta brain waves in Players, which in turn is related to high intensity emotions and agitation in the brain.

Watchers can "bump" this frequency slightly by a few hertz, and then keep their prey at that level of agitation for extended periods of time while they repair their code. Anxiety becomes a panic attack that goes on for hours. Irritation becomes rage that wont stop. Excitement becomes a manic high. The problem with feeding on one person, or even just a few people at once, is that it will quite literally fry their brain-- this is why Watchers tend to bring together larger groups of people, agitate their brains a bit (the effect is lessened over a large group of people), and feast on the resulting frequencies all around them.

So in truth, Grian feeding on Doc's rage would actually enhance and lengthen it, which is both dangerous for him, and everyone else around him. This is why Grian was so hardcore about only feeding on "positive" emotions-- putting together some silly events or fun games and then stirring their brains up is a little less dangerous¹ for everyone (but especially them) than making them all very scared, very sad, or very angry. That, and he loves them-- he doesnt want them to hurt. The fact that he fed on their suffering in the Life games quite literally haunts him.

¹ obviously, mania is its own problem, can be just as scary and dangerous, and has its own potential for terrible accidents-- but this is being written from Grian's pov, who views it as the lesser of two evils. The point of this au ofc is that its a terrible, horribly messy situation where there are no clear cut answers, solutions, or faults; Grian has a right to his own survival, and the hermits have a right to not get their brain chemistry altered without their knowledge or consent. So while it might seem like the things you mentioned are ethical choices, the truth is that if Grian were to feed on them, he would be extending and enhancing those emotions to an extreme degree-- hence why he tried so hard to only feed off of positive ones, and why MCC was a good feeding option in his mind bc emotions are already very high during those games, and few people are gonna notice their adrenaline pumping while they're playing or cheering their fave on.

(Altho, something i havent mentioned yet is that i HAVE come up with an eventual solution for him. And ironically enough, Doc is the one who makes it. I dont want to spoil it too much yet tho, so just know i do have something in mind that will help him get back home<3)

[soft-pine]

I'm not the one doing ghost notes, but I did want to point out that your methodology is very heavily biased to paint Dean in a favorable light. Ex: saying that Dean threatening to kill Jack is just him "threatening to stop Jack." You also give wildly different actions the same weight. Ex: you put Sam training Jack how to hunt in the same category as Dean threatening to kill Jack. I LOVE Dean, but he's pretty much just straight up abusive towards Jack. imo that makes him a very interesting character with a lot to analyze, but it also objectively makes him a terrible parent.

okay these are the two main criticisms of the "Parenting Jack" tab of my notes doc and I want to take them seriously because I think there's good points here even if I don't totally agree.

so, starting off, I said within that tab that judging "good" or "bad" parenting is subjective and that I'm trying my best and /open to specific feedback/! but i think samfreak has a point that a list of criteria would be good to include in terms of methodology. so i'll be working to update it to include that!

i think anon brings up a good point (and i've seen it in the reblogs as well) that things that have wildly different impacts are weighted the same. unfortunately, doing quick number-based summaries can have that effect which is why i tried to include descriptions of the events so 1. people can make their own decisions and 2. reference specific moments when they talk to me about my notes. i apologize that my somewhat glib addition to the pole seems like im trying to make that the whole story; i'm not!

now to the places where i disagree. i think anon's claim that dean is "abusive" is one of the most frustrating ones that gets thrown around fandom and honestly as a survivor of domestic abuse, it really bums me out. when people make this claim, they often point to episodes 1-5 of season 13 and episode 20 of season 14. Others have gone into far, far more detail than I'm going to right now but I want to be clear that by the time Dean met Jack, Jack had already been responsible for two deaths (and indirectly responsible for another supposed death). These actions seemed conscious and intentional. Dean's previous experience with a being who came into the world as a powerful baby and grew up fast and brainwashed and controlled people (including Dean) was Amara and she was deeply harmful to the world and to Dean personally. I just simply cannot get on board with the idea that Dean was somehow supposed to witness all of jack's actions in 12.19, 12.23, and 13.01 and not be incredibly worried. Go back and watch what Dean says in 12.20 about feeling like Cas was being brainwashed and please tell me how Dean is just supposed to turn those fears off. there is also no argument that will convince me that telling a very, very powerful being that you will be the one to stop them if they start hurting people is abusive.

the refutation i have for 14.20 is much shorter. dean didn't want to kill jack. he didn't want to kill jack because he killed mary. he didn't want to kill jack but god was telling dean jack would end the world. and dean wants to save the world. people flatten it like it was all petty revenge and anger and not like a desperate, desolate last resort (and one he's been willing to with for sam too if it came it it (5.22, 6.11, 9.10)). and if you look at the notes on that pole, you will see the common issue that people also like to forget that sam also wanted to lock jack in the malak box or that cas wanted to lock him in the cage etc etc. that wasn't a situation any of them felt equipped to handle and there was violence in all of their responses.

finally, samfreak brings up character's attitudes in general and not just one of moments. that was actually one of the most interesting parts of doing these notes was realizing just how much sam's relationship with jack is based in training him to hunt. from his initial moments trying to teach jack to use his powers (so they can go save mary and despite jack not wanting to), to telling Jack that doing a good job on the hunt will be what impresses Dean, to having him train with AU Bobby once Lucifer takes his grace, to that haunting line in 15.18 when Sam tells Jack he has to drive cause Sam has work to do and Jack says he's only driven one time. I found it all a little gutting to be honest.

I think people are focusing a lot on the "good" vs "bad" columns (thats my bad on the framing for sure) and not enough on the pushing jack to hunt column. because as soon as dean realizes jack is just a kid (and i've talked beofre about this the moment this shift happens), his whole attitude changes and stays very consistently aimed at treating jack like a kid and not pushing him to hunt.

the dichotomy of those two attitudes is what most informs my opinion of their different parenting of jack.

[good7luck]

VNC non-animated manga latest (56, 57+) chapters spoilers

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* my personal, negative long vent

about some fan reactions:

“Noe is terrible because he gets happy over Tarte Tatin when Domi is suicidal!”

(more under the cut)

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* Sorry in advance that I failed to make my words organized and short. And I might be overreacting to some small minority. Still, I really wanted to rant for once, before the upcoming new chapter 58(?). Thanks for understanding!

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I’ve seen some comments like:

���Noe and Domi are supposedly old, close childhood friends! Noe learned Domi has been suicidal inside the whole time, while he had no idea! He even saw her jump in front of him, her suicide attempt! And yet, now Noe abandoned Domi and completely forgot about her! He gets excited over stupid Tarte Tatin, how dare he?! He should’ve been concerned about Domi and only her! Actually, he should’ve just opened the door and talked to her already! Noe is so selfish and insensitive and immature! Poor Domi, Noe is a terrible friend and really doesn’t deserve her!“

uh

Not gonna lie, I feel so disappointed and frustrated that some people seriously accuse Noe like that, ignoring or forgetting everything he did for Domi’s sake and the full contexts in the entire Amusement Park arc.

I get that they love Domi and worry about her mental health. I’d love to see Domi/Noe have a deep talk soon, too, really. In fact, I myself got super worried if MJ-sensei would not allow the two to interact at all, by making Domi have to leave asap due to an emergency call from Luca or Sade Family XD Now I’m VERY relieved (and surprised lol) apparently this teasing isn’t happening, and Domi/Noe will do get to face each other and talk, according to the new chapter preview. So hopefully those accusations on Noe would die a little...

However, actually...even if the two were not to meet soon in canon, I still think it’s really unfair for Noe to get all the hate like that.

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# Noe (probably) believes Domi jumped because of Misha’s forced order, NOT by her own (suicidal) will.

Even aside from all the stressful situation...Noe couldn’t properly process the shocking info about Domi’s inner guilt and pain, cuz Vani suddenly started to yell at him and provoke him. During the fierce fight (Noe vs Vani), due to Misha’s harsh demands, Noe couldn’t make complicated thoughts (as Misha intended), either. Misha himself outright threatened that Domi would jump right away “IF the 15 minutes passes” or “IF Misha gets hurt by someone” or “IF Noe makes a wrong move” etc. Besides, Vani was so strong, and Noe was definitely not winning.

We the audience watched Domi’s inner thought process, but the character Noe obviously can’t know it’s Domi’s own (suicidal) decision to jump early (much less “for Noe’s sake”). He was literally busy surviving from Vani’s attacks, not to mention he can’t read minds. If anything, it’s only natural for Noe to think Misha ordered her to jump at that moment, as Misha himself claimed. Honestly, I doubt if Noe realized Domi jumped “too early”. It’s rather amazing he even noticed she’s falling before she hit the bottom tbh.

I don’t mean he forgot about her secretly wanting to be dead in Louis’ stead. What I mean is - from Noe’s POV, whether Domi would jump or not was supposedly up to the controller Misha’s mind entirely, never the controlled victim Domi’s. Even the controller Misha himself couldn’t imagine his supposed puppet Domi would fall on her own without his order. Noe sure couldn’t guess, either.

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# Noe himself already saw Domi being quite fine on her own.

When Noe covered Vani with his own body, Domi saved them with her own ice power. Noe noticed the huge and strong ice around them was from Domi. He soon went outside and checked her standing well much better than him, even after using her power a LOT. From Noe’s POV, he had no idea what happened to her (especially after she started to attack Jeanne). Even so, now it’s pretty clear Domi is safe and back to her own self and (physically) healthy enough. Noe understandably got more relieved about her in general, perhaps (and Domi wasn’t particularly harming herself then).

Noe would’ve talked to her more or even hugged her, but unfortunately Vani and Misha thing happened right away (that Domi noticed first in the manga).

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# Amelia already told Noe that Domi is fine and that Noe shouldn’t interfere Domi talking to Jeanne.

When Noe woke up, Amelia assured him that everyone - including Domi - is safe. Amelia also actively stopped him cuz Domi/Jeanne was having a private conversation two of them (which again implies Domi is okay enough). Noe sees Amelia everyday, and he absolutely trusts her. There’s no reason for Noe to not believe Amelia’s words, even if he can’t see Domi right now (and Amelia was telling the truth). That’s why Noe went to Vani on the roof first, and later he waited for Domi (and Vani started to make Tarte Tatin).

If Noe still just goes open the door and starts to talk to Domi after all this, it means Noe ignores Amelia’s words and Domi’s agency and Jeanne’s presence. Which would be, uh, immature and even selfish and insensitive. I get that it could’ve dramatically shown how desperate and worried (and even “romantic”) Noe was about Domi, and it might not have been too bad actually, but still...

It’s Domi’s decision to not endlessly wait for Noe to wake up. Domi decided or agreed to have a long talk with Jeanne first, leaving injured and sleeping Noe to Amelia. All of it might be even Amelia’s suggestion (whether she secretly wanted to take care of Noe herself alone or not XD). Noe is being polite and respecting Domi and Amelia by patiently waiting for Domi/Jeanne conversation to end on their own, without making any complaint, without pressuring them to end it "asap” in any form, without trying to overhear what they’re saying in private. It’s bad and misogynistic to disrespect a woman’s own decision or ignore her agency, but somehow it’s wrong and horrible that Noe listened to Amelia’s request and didn’t interrupt Domi/Jeanne secret talk? lol :/

If we really try to play ~~strict~~ here, assuming Noe is terrible to Domi for such reasons uwu...then, isn’t Domi terrible to Noe, too, maybe worse? lol “Her old childhood friend got badly injured and almost killed because of her, to save her! Unlike Noe, both Domi and Jeanne were pretty fine, barely injured! And yet, Domi didn’t bother to stay with unconscious Noe! She abandoned her fiance to someone else and just went to have a chat with Jeanne instead, without caring about time! Now she’s even making Noe endlessly wait for her! Is Jeanne that important and urgent to her, more than her beloved friend who was about to die for her?! I get that Domi loves Jeanne, but how dare she?! She should’ve at least stopped talking to Jeanne and come to check Noe at some point!” <<<= I tried to imitate the accusations on Noe, and I sure hope this sounds annoying and picky lol :/

Seriously...it’s not like Noe carelessly left suicidal Domi alone in a room just because she demanded so, right after trying to kill herself. Domi is with Jeanne, none of them is hurting anyone, they’re talking in peace. Noe himself saw powerful Jeanne saving Domi in the park, he can trust Jeanne and leave Domi to her. He knows Jeanne is kind when on the same side as well.

It’s also not like Noe/Vani casually left Domi behind and happily went on a date or lunch two of them outside for 3 hours, in a fancy restaurant far far away lol Noe/Vani/Amelia are literally right near the door of Domi/Jeanne room, so that Noe could see Domi right away as soon as she’s done with Jeanne. That’s why Vani told Noe to lower his voice!!

Honestly, Noe could’ve just lied on the comfortable bed in his room (and had fun with Vani) as a patient, asking Amelia to bring Domi to him later or such...but he didn’t. He rather decided to actively go wait and see his dear friend himself asap! Noe isn’t even sitting on some chair, plz!!

I’d like to make it clear, just in case - I do NOT have a problem with Domi/Jeanne conversation taking a lot of time (it happens XD), and I believe Domi never intended to make Noe wait for her like that.

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# The Tarte Tatin is Vani’s voluntary present for his sincere apology and their miraculous reconciliation, and it all means a lot to Noe.

Noe and Vani had one hell fight yesterday that totally could have killed the other and their entire relationship, which left both completely wrecked. Now Vani was expressing his apology and their reconciliation by making Noe’s top favorite food. It’s not mere “damn stupid” Tarte Tatin. Not only Domi but also Vani is important to Noe. Noe has been stressed out the whole night, so he would get super happy over some(happy)thing he never expected from Vani, maybe even more easily than usual.

When Noe just woke up, Domi/Jeanne were talking. Even after Noe/Vani had their talk on the roof and visited Orlok’s office (to get scolded XD) and came back...Domi/Jeanne were still talking for like 1 hour, if not more. Noe kept waiting for Domi, even if not knowing when she’ll be out exactly. Vani started to make Tarte Tatin for Noe, rather than doing nothing. None of both ever complained about how long Domi/Jeanne conversation is getting or if they should wait there like that - they were simply spending their waiting time in their way. In addition...Noe got distracted and smiled in excitement over Vani’s Tarte Tatin for like 10 minutes or so...plz asdfg

Is it THAT “sinful”? cuz Noe wasn’t screaming, crying, throwing up for Domi every single minute?? Is it what she wants from him, being unable to smile over his favorite food even for a while??? I really don’t think so :/

It’s “funny” that I’ve never seen any of those people (who blame Noe) blame Vani (ex. “Why did Vani make Tarte Tatin NOW, before Noe/Domi talk?!”). Sometimes, I did see “Vani should apologize to Domi”, but somehow it’s never brought up in THIS context lol (ex. “Vani should get ready to apologize to Domi, NOT cooking for Noe!”)

It’s also “funny” that I’ve never seen any “criticism” that Noe followed Dante and later tried to go find JJ/Chloe: in both cases, Noe was physically getting away from Domi he was originally waiting for. If we try to play ~~strict~~ again uwu...isn’t it much more terrible than when Noe ~dared to~ get excited over Tarte Tatin? This happened at least physically near Domi’s location lol

Similarly, somehow Dante didn’t get any hate for taking Noe (and his attention) away from Domi, either, much less JJ/Chloe lol (ex. “Why must Noe get distracted by stupid JJ/Chloe and even smile at them and talk about his clan, when Domi is suicidal! Are they more important than his old childhood friend who wants herself dead?! No more JJ/Chloe, no more insensitive Noe being happy over them! Dante also should’ve known Noe/Domi need to talk asap!”) If anything, people rather wanted JJ/Chloe and Dante to stay longer and appear more lol

For some reason, Noe gets blamed (as always? lol), as if Noe himself asked Vani to make Tarte Tatin for him :/ Actually, to be very honest...even if Noe did demand Vani to make Tarte Tatin for him and become so joyful over it (for 10 minutes lol)...I think I still wouldn’t call him problematic, considering what happened between them? Noe has his own life and relationships, out of Domi (and he rather should?). It’s not like Domi is crying or bleeding right next to him now...Noe isn’t enjoying a party in such a serious / urgent situation, plz. I’m pretty sure Noe’s first words to Domi will NOT be about Vani’s Tarte Tatin, either, plz!! asdfg XD

I feel so salty, yep lol No, I do NOT think people should actually start to complain like my made-up complaints above!! Plz no asdfg I’d love to see more of Dante and JJ/Chloe and more in a peaceful situation myself!!

I simply don’t understand why those people basically insist Noe should be 24/7 depressed and hyper-focusing on Domi and only her, treating him like a heartless psychopath otherwise. To me, it sounds so unhealthy (and even unrealistic, oops), similar to “poor Louis meant nothing to Domi/Noe cuz they dare to have some sincerely happy days without mourning his death”? I highly doubt if a decent professional therapist could live like that.

Plz, it’s not like Noe made fun of Domi or joked about her trauma. It’s just that Noe couldn’t imagine Vani would do THAT much for him and their relationship, so he got extra excited over Vani’s (rare) explicit kindness and effort (in the visible form of his favorite food), after all the intense sufferings half a day ago. Does Noe have no right / freedom to feel any kind of happiness about anything or anyone in any moment now, until Domi explicitly approves it or she feels no longer suicidal? :((

(my apparently unpopular opinion on this crying Noe: I don’t think he’s crying because he got upset by Vani’s words. I believe he’s crying because he’s so happy to be miraculously allowed to stay by Vani’s side again like before, and uh...he probably didn’t seriously think he would have to kill him for real, oops ^^; Anyway, that’s why I brought this pic: Noe is happy to be with Vani here)

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# What Noe did for Domi’s sake in the Amusement Park arc

(I know one could argue if Noe did things “genuinely” for Domi’s sake, similar to when Louis!Domi criticized Domi’s suicidal choice in her mind...but let me skip that, oops XD)

(I must say, I do NOT necessarily mean Noe’s decisions / actions are genuinely good or positive. I just tried to collect Domi/Noe scenes where Noe cares about Domi, though I might’ve missed some ^^;)

[*] When Noe first saw Domi’s hair and Misha’s “invitation” letter, he didn’t hesitate and went to the park right away - without saying anything to Amelia, not even to Vani.

Amelia decided to go see Vani and tell him what happened on her own, NOT because Noe asked her to do so. Noe was fully occupied with Domi and so reckless that much.

[*] Noe got a lot of hate at the end of the arc, for ~daring to~ hurt the “kid” Misha’s face when trying to protect Vani from getting harmed / murdered by Misha, who was rushing with obviously dangerous weapons.

But actually, Noe was similarly in a vampire mode and about to aggressively attack the “kid” when he first met him, too, even when Misha didn’t make an explicitly suspicous move yet - because the “kid” was the culprit who dared to kidnap Domi.

(I wonder if the fandom hated Noe for being “violent” to the “kid” at that time, too lol I wasn’t in the fandom at that time)

Noe literally didn’t care if the kidnapper was a “kid”, cuz Domi was much more important to him. He didn’t even try to “talk things out”, unlike usual.

[*] Noe has some traumatic experiences in regards to blood-drinking, and he (usually) wouldn’t drink someone else’ blood without their consent or without his own want.

However, Misha threatened to kill Domi if Noe didn’t do as he wished, ordering Noe to drink his blood. Noe obviously never wanted any of it, but he had no choice but to break his own moral beliefs and rules, so he drank Misha’s blood against his own will - to save Domi. (and yet, some people call the victim Noe “rapist” and blame him, maybe because Noe is physically older, bigger, and stronger asdfg while completely excusing Misha’s problematic behaviors ://)

[*] Similarly, Misha demanded to go drink Vani’s blood in 15 minutes. Noe obviously remembered Vani’s rejection and warning, so he tried and literally begged Vani to tell Misha what happened on That Day, physically lowering himself. Noe knew Vani would hate all of it, but he wanted to save Domi THAT much.

[*] Noe ended up attacking Vani to drink his blood by force for real - going against his own moral beliefs and rules again, for Domi’s sake.

[*] Noe was super busy fighting against Vani, but he still noticed Domi was falling, and he ran to her right away. He totally forgot about the bloody fight, even after Jeanne safely saved Domi, to the point he got attacked by Vani from behind in the end.

[*] When Noe realized Domi used her ice power to protect him and Vani, he left Vani behind and went out of the ice to see Domi himself right away.

[*] Noe is waiting for Domi right near Domi/Jeanne room, not in his daily room, even if he’s not fully recovered yet and doesn’t know when Domi/Jeanne long talk would end.

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HOWEVER uwu Noe is anyway a terrible jerk who doesn’t really care about Domi at all uwu because he still dared to happily focus on mere Tarte Tatin for 10 minutes while waiting for Domi uwu which is an utter evil sin that completely invalidates everything he has done for her so far uwu Noe should’ve kept screaming, crying, throwing up over Domi and only her every second until they get to talk uwu

I can’t believe Noe is apparently sooooo “flawless” to them that they have to make a fuss over such a petty reason, idk lol :/

“You love Noe and so can’t see his flaws and can’t take any criticism on him!” LOL In this arc, strictly speaking - Noe was very reckless and arrogant (and so immature, mind you lol) to think he could handle the unknown kidnapper and save Domi safely by himself alone, even without telling anyone else about anything, especially when he couldn’t even use one arm and there could’ve been, uh, many kidnappers, even powerful evil vampires, for example... Noe was understandably very upset and desperate, but still.

Believe it or not, I’ve enjoyed Domi and Domi/Noe by some level. It’s honestly not so hard for me to empathize with both Domi and Noe in the Amusement Park arc. So...can those people please NOT ruin Domi/Noe for me?! asdfg XD

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Thanks for reading my long long vent subjective experiences & bitter opinions! I’m sorry I couldn’t write this nicer in general OTL

[norgbelulah]

Wait, can I do two? If I can, then from "to know me as hardly golden is to know me all wrong":

When he can’t stand her anymore, Boyd joins him in the bar and she pouts and tries to touch him until Raylan shoves her away. Boyd meets her eyes for half a second and she recoils from his look more than she does from Raylan’s rejection.

“Stay gone,” Boyd says and sits down beside him.

She flees the bar as Raylan turns to him. Elbows on the bartop, Raylan leans into Boyd, brushing his forehead and nose across his cheekbone, to the sweet spot beneath his ear. He stills there and breathes while Boyd eyes everyone else until they look away.

“I ain’t sorry,” Raylan tells him.

“I don’t care,” Boyd replies.

Raylan laughs, but it’s hard and broken. Boyd kisses his cheek. “You done now?”

“Fuck you.”

Boyd smiles and they go home and do it for hours.

I think what I love most about this bit of this fic is that it's an illustration that like, everything that criminal!Boyd and Raylan do is a performance. Like, in canon, so much of what Boyd has to do to be a successful crime boss etc etc is put on a show. So in this fic, when Raylan is mad at Boyd--when their entire life and relationship is a performance for all of Harlan County--he fuckin tells everyone by flagrantly carrying on with some girl he doesn't care about. It's a performance of public infidelity and private frustration but also a way to show people he's still...a man, too I guess? Like, see everyone? I have no trouble getting a woman, I'll get one when I'm pissed off at my boyfriend who I CHOOSE to be with, and we can still fuck you up etc etc

A lot of my headcanons/interpretations of Boyd/Raylan just generally have to do with carving out specifically how bisexual Raylan Givens is, like how he operates and also performs his bisexuality. Like, because of his clear attraction to and gift for seducing beautiful women, I find it hard to make a case that he's specifically gay in fic unless it's a comp het style situation (which is a thing I did not know existed when I wrote this fic).

Boyd, for the most part (since so much of what he does is a performance canonically and I think that could be argued extends to his relationships) I have no problem writing as gay. Often I like to think of him as kind of demisexual, as we only see him really fall in canon for someone he's known all his life, who's been close to him. So in fic, when you add in a lifelong love of his coal-mining buddy, like, it's not hard to make that leap.

Also also, I think when I was writing this I wanted to use this scene to make clear that like, Boyd knows Raylan is staying in Harlan, doing all these terrible things, because he loves Boyd so there isn't very much Raylan could do or anything he could ask for that Boyd wouldn't forgive or give to him. Boyd has the life he wants at Raylan's sufferance. He's got to be flexible or he might lose him.

This answer feels all over the place. Anyway, these boys are working through some stuff and I love them because they are tiny babies who barely know what they are up to. I'm not sure I thought about them that way when I wrote this, but I am older now and so that's how I feel about it these days. They're trying so hard and they're having a rough time, but they're gonna make it because of the power of true love!

[mamamittens]

Woven Between Stacks +18

This ask is part of the Spooktober 2024 Event, for context! And it's the sequel to "Heart Made of Straw", where her old, vague design is used, so it may not totally make sense with this one.

Mine, to be specific, so I suppose it's not shocking that my first smut for my OC would be so terribly long...

Summary: It's been a blissful year of sweet romance with Thatch for Nikia. But as the season of harvest comes to a close, she finds the tension between them rising. A thirst for more increasing with every day she feigns ignorance with mild embarrassment. Worried that the next step will see everything fall apart in light of her true self but, despite her fears, hoping for more. It all comes to a head in an old barn, her hesitation peeled away with careful, loving hands.

And, shockingly, the addition of a someone who had been patiently waiting for her to be ready for a new hurdle.

(Thatch/(Scarecrow/Doll)!Nikia(OC)/Izou)

Warnings: Is this monster fucking, she is a doll-scarecrow hybrid? Threesome, mild objectification kink that's also a praise kink? (they call her doll a lot in a sort of diminutive way, like 'baby girl' but she is literally part doll so?), overstimulation, oral, grinding, unprotected sex, dacryphilia, creampie, cumplay/eating, and implied past relationship between Thatch and Izou. Oh, and needlessly excessive world building.

Word Count: 8,741

It had been a busy year, even with additional help, but harvesting season was in swing once again before Nikia knew it.

Not even her new, startlingly fresh relationship changed that. Though her boss was suspiciously open to the idea of her ‘expanding her duties’ to include visits with his son. To deliver special stock or otherwise check up on him. It was very apparent what his end goal was with that, but even with the obvious support, they had taken things quite slow. Both because of how genuinely busy Thatch was with his regular job and her own… emotional hangups.

She didn’t regret anything! Don’t get her wrong—but it was still very overwhelming how affectionate Thatch was. He was so comfortable being overtly smitten that it flustered her to no end, which he found amusing and cute. Better than frustration, but not by much. She was trying though!

It was just… so hard when Thatch leaned in with that soft look in his eyes and sly smile. Like he was sneaking a treat when he kissed her that only he knew about. The intent to savor clear as his touch lingered. He was never put off about her inhuman features, merely delighted at the new discoveries she allowed. So far, he was most surprised to discover it was just her hair that was straw like. The dark blue and teal underside clumping into thick strands with a few silvery white. Unusual for a scarecrow, in fact, and not dyed as he originally suspected.

Point being, she did, in fact, have insides. Specifically, she had a soft tongue—though he commented that it felt more akin to silk. She took his word for it, never having thought too much about her own tongue like that. He’s already seen her hands, the delicate, segmented doll joints a clear give away if he actually knew anything about scarecrows—which he didn’t. In all fairness, she usually wore gloves just like her coworkers, so he probably assumed that it was the same for them as well.

“I mean, reallyolder scarecrows might be straw inside and out, but… I’m not a totally ‘pure’ scarecrow to begin with.” Nikia admitted sometime after Christmas where a deviously placed mistletoe led Thatch—who was quite drunk—to passionately kiss her. With tongue. And no warning. At the time he was more excited about the kiss than the particulars, but he was confused after the fact. “Did you… kiss me expecting to shove your tongue into bundles of straw?”

“Well… I wasn’t… not expecting that? I mean, I knew you could eat and talk so I figured it was pretty close to my mouth… situation?” Thatch admitted sheepishly. “I’m not usually at your height when you talk and you get so shy when I stare anyway, so I never had the chance to… casually investigate.”

Nikia could remember giving him a dry look and sticking out her tongue. The pointed tip almost reaching past her chin as she flicked it like a lizard or snake just long enough to see his eyes grow wide. A soft, muted pink color and decidedly wet. She barely resisted the urge to blow a raspberry at him before sucking it back in. Concerned he would have decided to touch it or something, he seemed so shocked and curious.

He'd also asked about her choker, where she had to explain it was common for scarecrows to wear a tight ‘closure’ of some kind around their neck to keep the ‘frill’ down. The frill being the edge of their head ‘sack’ of course, though it’s rare for a scarecrow to be in any real danger of losing it without the closure. At most, it could be lifted to about the underside of the jaw before being firmly fastened to their body—her’s went about halfway up her neck. Still, to keep the frill in good condition and to not get caught on something, a ‘closure’ was preferred.

She just happened to prefer a cute red, leather choker with a bow on the back. It was about the only ‘pretty’ thing she wore regularly and was durable enough to warrant it on a farm.

He looked like he was going to ask about the inside but she quickly shut that down.

Absolutely not.

Way too weird and uncomfortable.

Still, aside from some amusing revelations, they had been going pretty steady until this point. Her accommodations were maintained even during ‘off-season’ so he had ample justification to visit his family and spend time with her. The most they’d done was kisses, but as of late Thatch’s hands had gotten… bolder. Gently curious, perhaps. And Nikia hadn’t pushed back against any of it seriously. Though she did draw the line while she was working.

Which, because of the time of year, was all the time now.

Their casual dates usually ending in her nodding off beside him. Which he openly admitted to enjoying, but the underlying tension between them was growing by the day.

“Hey, sweetie, how about we go on a picnic today?” Thatch asked, ambling up to her with a soft smile and a basket already prepared. Nikia heaves up a wheelbarrow with seed sacked neatly in it sheepishly.

“Sorry, hun, there’s still a few barns of extra seed to sort out before the first freeze.” Nikia apologized with a blush, noticing that he’d chosen to wear a nice, soft yellow button down today. He definitely didn’t have it on earlier, but seemed to have changed after breakfast to match the ribbon holding back her hair.

Thatch smiled understandingly, but his eyes lingered on her somewhat disheveled state.

She’d opted to forgo the usual flannel shirt today, wearing only an old tank top under her overalls. The strap falling off her shoulder despite her best efforts. No amount of tightening could give the denim something to hold onto with her smooth, porcelain skin and slender frame. At this point, she was just too focused on finishing organizing seed stores to worry about it. Some of the other scarecrows sealing them up against pests after inspection, which took a little more elbow grease than she could readily give, so she worked on transport with a few other helpers. Her glasses barely hanging onto her nose, nearly slipping free every time she pushed them back up. But she knew what Thatch was looking at, anyway.

Most scarecrows had very thickly textured skin, like sacks, with hay growing out for hair. Their limbs quite durable but not terribly flexible, usually. Joints made from wood deep beneath their ‘skin’ and reinforced by braided faux-muscle, stitch lines marking where the two flex points meet. Straw and more… human details merging into one. Super old, ‘cursed’ scarecrows, of course, are made almost entirely of straw with cloth heads and clothes to keep it all in. But those are pretty rare these days, a majority of scarecrows are just… born more obviously alive. In part due to mixed relationships, which wasn’t terribly surprising given Nikia’s own heritage.

Nikia, however, had socket joints. Which he was definitely looking at right now.

Her skin more akin to porcelain textured like soft cotton or silk rather than utilitarian sacks, which was easy to see but didn’t mean anything to most people. Melting into near total porcelain joints and sections in places that was usually tucked under clothing. Perhaps he had felt those before but thought it was just her clothes or seams. Her cheeks and the bridge of her nose was quite smooth, as an example, compared to the soft cloth feel of her chest. She was more flexible than most, but definitely more fragile because of it. Her heritage leaning heavily into ‘doll’ territory but still too much scarecrow for most. Her hair a mix of wild leafy-straw, curling and falling in waves chaotically rather than straight hair-like fibers the dolls in fashion magazines maintained or even bristly as per scarecrow folk’s usual style.

Life on Newgate’s farm was simple, hard working, and most importantly—bereft of people who gave a shit she was half doll rather than all scarecrow. With the added benefit that no one treated her poorly for appearing to be a scarecrow either, which was even more rare.

People got weird about non-human, semi-object sentient races.

Sheepish she hadn’t really… told him yet, Nikia pushed the wheelbarrow onward. Stopped as he set the basket down on top of her load and stepped close. Hands lingering on her waist as he leaned in and pressed a kiss to her shoulder next to the joint, tenderly pushing up the strap of her overall that had fallen.

“Let me join you.” He breathed out, sending chills down her spine as he took over the wheelbarrow, allowing her to slip out of his way. Sending her a sly wink as he effortlessly pushed it onward at her direction like a show off.

Once they made it out of the hot sun into the relatively cooler barn to hand off the goods, the others cheered.

“Aye! Thatch, fancy seeing you here~!” One laughed, Burns she thought, waggling his heavily stitched eyebrows and grinning. Sending her an amused look as she flushed, removing Thatch’s basket before it could get swept away.

“That’d be the last of it, yeah?” someone asked distractedly from within the stacks.

“Think so!” Burns laughed, watching Thatch perk up. “For this barn at least. Still need to look over the others for damage. Make sure there aren’t any repairs needed before the first freeze—it’ll be a right bitch removing planks after the cold sets in! Forget about painting!”

“Ah, I’ll start on the end near the pasture, then! Tell Oxy if I find anything, right?” Nikia sighed, stroking her hand across Thatch’s shoulders as he pouted. She got a round of affirmatives and muffled jeers as Thatch followed her out.

He nearly skipped ahead with a wide grin.

“Soooo… the barns’ clean, isn’t it?” Thatch asked, noticing that she had picked the farthest one away.

“Nope. Wanted to work my way back homeward. All goes well, it’ll be an early day! Maybe… always something needing to be done around here!” She laughed, looking away from him. “Maybe they’ll want to check the fence if the boys haven’t gotten to it. Heard we’ve had a problem with wolves or something hungry rooting around somewhere out back!” she murmured, picking up her pace as the barn came in sight.

For the most part, Newgate kept all his barns fairly close. Both the ones intended to store things and the ones meant to house the animals he did decide to keep. This one was just the furthest and happened to be the oldest. Apparently, the house used to be further away from the road but convenience drove him to have it moved several hundred yards. Effectively abandoning the barn it had once accompanied.

So it was as old as it looked, with only one set of large doors in and out, faded red paint staining the exterior. The walls thin a bit in places and the loft littered with old hay that would need to be swept out or risk rotting the wood over winter and spring. It wasn’t used much anymore, but it did well enough to house farming equipment and spare bales when needed.

Her boots tread noisily over the dry earth where wheat stalks used to reach high into the sky as she approached the barn.

It was a little eerie, the door left unlocked with only the chain hanging loose around the handles. Rusted metal clanking noisily in the wind until she carefully unwound them and pulled the heavy doors open for a proper inspection. They rattled open with as much grace as she expected, requiring Thatch to wordlessly follow her lead on the other side with considerably less struggle. She noted that the hinges needed tending to, at the very least, but they worked fine otherwise.

The inside was large and mostly barren. Old, forgotten bales of rotting hay and popped tires piled against the far wall. Nothing too serious, but would need removal before something started living in it that didn’t take intrusion lightly. Dusty light filtering in from cracks in the walls and the ceiling above. The wind whistling through in soft bursts.

Nikia carefully walked the perimeter, taking out a pen to poke the wood for termite damage. Taking out flags to stick in the spots that crumbled beneath her firm jab for later inspection. Thatch following her, basket in hand, as though waiting for her to say something.

She didn’t mean to ignore him.

But the look of want on his face when they were alone was… a lot. Torn between a curiosity to reciprocate and fear it would lead to disaster if she did stopping her. She elected for the easy path of pretending she had no idea he wanted anything at all. Poorly, probably, judging by the way he sighed and placed down the basket near the ladder. Despite not actively looking at him, she could feel his presence grow closer.

She panicked.

Sensing the clear desire emanating off his frame, she pivoted from the stack of tires blocking the only wall she had yet to inspect and moved around him to climb into the loft.

Not the… best choice if she wanted to avoid him, honestly, but it was her best ‘innocent’ option beside outside.

And… if she was being honest, she didn’t want Thatch to keep his hands to himself. Not really. She was just so nervous.

He was so sweet and gentle and caring and—

The thought that she’d fuck up somehow haunted her.

She didn’t even manage one rung before Thatch crowded her against the ladder. One hand over hers and the other at her hip as he nuzzled her bare throat just above the leather choker. Skimming his lips against her skin like he was drinking her in. Peppering her with kisses.

“…You’re such a beautiful mystery, Nikia. I just want to take my time and unwrap you.” Thatch sighed, trailing his hand down her arm and gently turning her around. He had that intense look in his eyes again. Cupping her face as he leaned in close, her body falling against the ladder in flustered steps. “Let me see that cute face when I do.” Thatch growled with a sly smile, kissing her senseless.

Her hands bracing against his hot chest as he pinned her against the ladder. Wood groaning loudly as he palmed her ass and began to lift up her thigh. Her moan spilling free as he pulled back, scowling at the aged structure she leaned against like it offended him.

She yelped as he ducked a little to grab her ass with both hands and lift her against his chest. Stumbling back and spinning on his heel to slam her against the support beam of the wall. One of her boots falling free as she gasped, clinging to his shoulders. Her complaint cut off with a moan as he ground his waist into hers.

“T-Thaaaaahn~!” She froze, hands slapping over her mouth, startled at the soft sound she made and blushing furiously.

Thatch looked ready to eat her whole, hands squeezing her ass as he slowly grinned.

“Oh, that was so fucking cute… do it again, angel cake.” Thatch purred, digging in his heels and adjusting so she was pinned by his hips. Freeing his hands to pull hers away from her face. Letting her clutch his hands against the wall as he slowly rocked into her. Darkly pleased at every soft gasp she let slip, clit ground against the harsh line of her jeans and his obvious erection. “W-While we’re here, being honest, you can tell me why you’ve been avoiding this. Avoiding me. Is it just nerves, baby? If you want me to stop—just say the words and I will.” He swore, noting the tears pricking her eyes as she shuddered against him.

“Ah! A-Ahhh~! Th-Thatch! Mmmm~ I-I… don’t—” Thatch began to slow down, concern edged in his features suddenly and she had to shake her head, hips bucking into him. “D-Don’t want you to stop I-I just… I’m… it’s already weird that I…” she let her head fall onto his shoulder.

She felt him press a kiss to her head as he kept the slow, steady rhythm.

“Is it because you work for my old man or because you’re a scarecrow?” Thatch asked softly, ducking his head to kiss her face. “I don’t care about either one, baby. I just care about you.”

“N-Not even a scarecrow. Not really, Thatch. You noticed, didn’t you?” Nikia moaned, just distracted enough by the increasing pleasure to finally speak. “’M weird. Even more weird than a just a scarecrow. G-Got doll bits—it really wigs people o-out!” she whined as he nipped at her throat, driving her to tilt her head up.

“Do they hurt you, baby? Has anything I’ve done hurt?” He asked seriously, pausing a moment to let her breathe. Thumbs stroking the skin of her hands. She shook her head.

“No. I’m pretty flexible. Maybe don’t drop me—can’t take a fall like most scarecrows can, but there’s nothing too different that you haven’t already seen.” Nikia reassured him. He smiled, kissing her softly in thanks.

“Is ‘doll’ an insult for you or…?” he inquired against her lips. She smiled.

“No. No one would think to call me that—I look too… raggedy to be a ‘proper doll’. Too stiff to be a cloth doll. Too soft for a scarecrow. Always too something everywhere but here.” She admitted, relaxing against him as he kept giving her that wanting expression. It hadn’t flickered or changed once, his hands never jerked away.

In fact, he felt as though he was pressed closer.

He smiled, kissing her pointed nose, accidentally pushing up her glasses before pressing a few more kisses across her cheek. Making his way to her pointed ear.

“Then I suppose you won’t mind if I call you my… ‘perfect little doll’?” he asked softly, her heart squeezing at the way his tongue rolled out the diminutive nickname like it was a lewd compliment.

And frankly, it kind of was.

In the right place, implying she could be put on a shelf to be admired was a heady compliment. Borderline an insult in the wrong one, though.

“N-No… don’t let anyone else hear you say that though. Outside of… this, it sounds like you’re saying I’m only useful on a shelf.” Nikia sighed, moaning as he flexed against her, grinding her clit again.

“Ah. Like ‘slut’ or ‘baby girl’, then?” she laughed, nodding her head. “Can’t have that, can we, pretty little doll? No~ you’re meant to be handled with love and care. I’ll never mean it as an insult—but I would always take an excuse to look at you, pretty doll~” Thatch chuckled, resuming his old pace. True to his word, his eyes never left her face as she struggled to not moan with every pass over her clothed pussy. The stiff layers making meaningful contact difficult but providing unrelenting pressure anyway.

He rewarded every little noise she let slip free with a kiss until she was driven breathless and his tongue had little excuse not to crowd her lips. Her heart thundering in her chest pressed against his, breasts spilling out of her tank top with every heaving breath. Teasing her nipples against the rim of her overalls and his soft shirt. Heat pressing in around them as he mumbled soft praise between every lap at her tongue.

“ah~ah! Mm-ahhn~! Th-Thaaaa-tch~!” her glasses were fogged up, completely blocking her vision as she began to fall apart in his rough embrace.

“I know you’re not fucking her against the wall, Thatch.” Izou’s sharp voice cut in like a knife, making them both freeze in shock.

Instantly, Nikia was absolutely fucking mortified.

“I-Izou! I-I’m so sorry—” Nikia struggled to peek over Thatch’s shoulder to where she heard Izou’s voice, glasses still too foggy to see properly.

“Oh, you have nothing to apologize for, sweetheart. In fact, I’m thrilled you’re enjoying yourself. But at minimum, Thatch should be doing this in a bed. Not a barn.” Izou hissed. “She is not a heifer, Thatch. Treat her as such and I’ll kill you myself.”

Thatch, somewhat trying to cover her disheveled state, was still quite sheepish as he turned his head to address Izou.

“A-Ah, well… I didn’t intend to start anything here but…”

“You couldn’t help yourself.” Izou sighed. “I can’t blame you, she’s ridiculously cute as it is, let alone when you’ve got her looking like that. If her crush wasn’t so obvious, I would have tried my luck years ago.”

Nikia froze, still frazzled from the ruined orgasm as she struggled to piece together the obvious implications.

“Well, I can’t say I’m surprised about that. But I am surprised you haven’t made a move since then.” Thatch laughed, relaxing a little to let her stand on her own two feet with an absentminded kiss.

“When she can barely handle holding your hand in public, Thatch? Really?” Izou scoffed. “She’d run into the woods, never to be seen again, if I suggested we give a threesome a try.”

Incapable of denying that, she chose to focus on other things.

“Wait, you…?” she asked softly, her glasses finally clearing up enough to see Izou a few feet away. Comfortable jeans and a pale blue, silk button down shirt left half open, hair braided back out of his face. He looked like he had been working on something nearby and happened to meander over. His expression… achingly familiar to Thatch’s. He smiled sardonically.

“Yeah. You’d be surprised how many people had a crush on you when you first got here. It died down for the most part, but some… hopefuls still clung to it. Until Thatch swooped in, of course.”

“…Not you?” Nikia asked in confusion.

Izou grinned.

“We’ve fooled around together before. Adding the two of you together hardly dampened the attraction.” Izou laughed. “I just didn’t want to make you uncomfortable or get in the way of you both figuring yourselves out. He’s never been so serious with someone before. Seemed a shame to disturb that when you clearly weren’t ready for the suggestion.”

“That serious for you too, then? You would have at least talked to me first if it was just a passing thing.” Thatch called out coyly. His confidence apparently not unwarranted as it was followed by Izou casually shrugging his shoulders. Thatch looked at her with a soft, encouraging smile. “How does that make you feel, doll? Do I need to tell him to fuck off or…?”

Nikia looked between them, more than a little flustered.

She trusted Thatch enough to believe him. To believe that he was both open to Izou’s words and also ready to firmly support her boundaries. For all that he flustered her and gave her butterflies at times, he never once let her down. Open and interested and patient.

What she said, goes, as far as he was concerned.

As for Izou?

Well, he was undeniably attractive, even without the makeup he enjoyed wearing for even daily chores. Sharp witted and clever. She never felt in danger with him around, always certain he’d have her back if it came down to it. Izou made her feel safe. He was incredibly lovely to her in a way few had ever been.

Together?

Together?

It felt impossible. But clearly it wasn’t.

If it had to be anyone though?

She’d want it to be them.

“… you’re not… put off by my…?” Nikia asked softly, stammering a little as she struggled to put it into words.

Izou smiled, shaking his head.

“Knew from day one. Unlike this oaf, I’ve done more than work in kitchens. Used to work on photoshoots in makeup and wardrobe, as well as some modeling work myself. Know several folks that would die for the chanceto dress you up, honey.” Izou grinned with a wink. “Not why I love you, of course. Known plenty of dolls that were fucking brats. You’re too sweet for your own good, honestly. Which is why, even if you want me to leave and pretend this never happened, he’s not fucking you against the barn wall.”

Nikia’s whole world spun as her face flushed at the confession and crude threat.

“Where would you suggest then?” Thatch asked in curiosity tinged with mild annoyance at the reminder they’d been interrupted.

“The loft, of course. Ace set up a bed there ages ago for when he had a sleeping spell coming up but didn’t want his ass eaten up in the sun.” Izou scoffed. Nikia looked up the ladder in surprise.

It made sense, she supposed. She’d seen the young man fall asleep just about anywhere, but waking up to a dozen insect bites was a pain in the ass he never stopped complaining about when it happened.

“Well, that does sound much better… what do you think, doll? Shall we take this to the loft?” Thatch asked meaningfully, tipping his head to Izou in question.

Still dizzy from Izou’s words, she looked at him a tad helplessly.

“I want you to ask. I… I don’t want to ruin our friendship if you don’t mean it or regret it—” her words died in her throat as he confidently strode towards her like he had been waiting for her to say that. Thatch stepped aside with an indulgent smile, Izou quickly taking up all her attention.

His makeup today was light. The only thing noticeable was eyeliner and tinted lipstick, a much more ‘natural’ look than the usual, bold red he preferred. Perhaps in case his chores got too intense. Less work to fix it all before dinner. His dark eyes warm as he reached for her hands. Grasping them firmly, thumbs rubbing her knuckles and the slight seam of her hidden joints.

“Can I kiss you, darling?” he asked softly.

She glanced at Thatch reflexively and found him eagerly awaiting her answer. Gaze soft and accepting with a hint of open hunger. But her eyes were quick to return to Izou, who waited patiently for her answer.

“Yes.” She breathed out, chin tipping up to meet his gentle kiss. Lips melting together as her eyes fluttered shut with his soft groan. Hands releasing hers to cup her face, tongue licking at the seam of her lips that she gladly let fall open. Her hands gripped the silk sleeves of his shirt as she whined. That familiar fire returning with a vengeance.

When they broke off it was slow and lingering, her head hazy as their lips stuck together from his lipstick. She swallowed hard, still tasting fresh fruit he likely snacked on earlier. Oranges, from taste of it.

“…Fuck that was hot.” Thatch broke the silence with an awed, breathless groan. Like he was the one Izou had kissed senseless.

Izou gave him a dry look.

“Grab the basket, Thatch. We’ll follow her up.” Izou ordered firmly, kissing her again for just a moment before grabbing her abandoned boot and closing the door with the boot outside. “That oughta make sure we’re not disturbed.”

Nikia snorted, grimacing as dirt and straw finally registered through her bared sock. Sometimes she’d come across similar sights. At first, she was super confused. She remembers asking her mentor at the time about it, wondering why a single boot was outside a door like that.

The old scarecrow sputtered with laughter and asked if she looked in. She remembers shaking her head with her nose wrinkling.

“Nah, heard some spooky ass noises. Thought it was a cat in labor—I don’t know what to do with a cat giving birth, Marcus!” Needless to say, he laughed even harder at that before explaining it was a polite way of warning others not to come in unless they want an eyeful. “…ah. Like a sock on a doorknob?”

“Aye, like a sock, girlie. Old man Newgate don’t mind us fooling around as long as work gets done.”

Gentle hands pushed her along to the ladder and she startled a little.

“Ack! S-Sorry, ‘zo. Got lost in thought.” She muttered sheepishly, looking back at him. He smiled at her indulgently with an understanding nod.

“Second thoughts?” he asked. She paused on the ladder before shaking her head.

“Nah. J-Just… never really figured it would be in a barn, you know?” she laughed a little, moving along quickly. Her socked foot clicking slightly against the wood. It was closer to porcelain than the rest of her body and, as a consequence, prone to clinking and the cold.

Izou paused under her with a puzzled look on his face.

“It? You don’t mean…?” she cleared the top and gave him a pleading look over her shoulder.

“Don’t say it!” She whined without thinking, blushing furiously, her stomach in knots. “Hard enough ta keep standin’ ‘ere wi’out ya sayin’ it out loud!”

Nikia turned from Izou resolutely before her accent became unrecognizable and looked around.

As she had suspected, it had a few stray bales of hay they never got around to using. Tucked between a few stacks was a cozy little bed made from old, quilted blankets and a few pillows. For someone capable of sleeping anywhere, Ace definitely liked being comfortable if he had the time to spare. It was big enough for her to roll around in without slamming into the hay walls shielding it from the sun-drenched window or the ladder’s immediate vantage point.

A secret sleeping place then.

She heard a whispered argument below but couldn’t completely make out the words. It was resolved quickly though and Thatch’s head poked up into the loft, hoisting the basket above his head with care.

He paused, looking at her with a soft smile.

A little nervous, she gave a wobbly smile and glanced around. Unsure what he was looking at exactly. Looking around the abandoned loft, she decided it had to be her, but his expression was… new.

Relaxed.

Open.

“Hey, doll…” Thatch sighed, finally lifting himself up properly and striding towards her. Pulling her close by her hips as he stared down at her, leaning in close until his lips grazed hers. “You still want to do this here?” he asked.

It was a little funny how often they were both asking—like they were just as nervous as she was.

“As long as its you.” Nikia reaffirmed softly, glancing between the two of them as Izou joined. She pulled the bow out of her hair and let the thick strands fall, Thatch’s hand instantly diving into the mass. Threading his fingers through the frizzy curls and waves to cradle her scalp. Finally pulling her into the kiss his lips had been promising for what felt like an eternity. His boots thudding against the wood beneath them as he stepped closer, slowly driving her back against the hay barrier.

She heard shuffling behind her, Izou huffing as he shifted things around. Any question she had dismissed with an absentminded kiss as Thatch worked to distract her. And succeeded with gusto, his tongue wiping away her thoughts as he swept along her lips slowly.

A whine slipped free as she was suddenly moved, lips parting wetly as Thatch chuckled. Tapping the bridge of her glasses with his fingertip.

“Keep ‘em on, doll?” she shook her head, removing them herself and placing them on top of the haybale before she was guided to lay down on the tidied bed. Jolting in shock as she leaned against Izou’s bare chest. His silk shirt already removed, leaving only a tank top and his unbuttoned jeans, belt nowhere to be seen. Perhaps he had also put his things on top of the hay. “You have the best ideas, Izou. C’mere, doll, let’s get you more comfortable, huh?” he asked, swiftly abandoning his button up, boots, and belt. He took the extra step of shucking off his pants as well, leaving him in only a tank top and boxers.

He plucked the ribbon from her wrist and willingly disturbed his pompadour. Hassling the amber strands until he could pull them all back and tie them out of the way. His hair now in a loose ponytail off his neck. His hands and face free of any possible disturbances, he reached for her lone boot with a cheeky grin. Removing it delicately and tossing it aside.

Izou took the moment she was distracted to glide down the straps of her overalls, slipping her arms free so Thatch could grasp the belt loops and pull.

Slowly, as her heart raced, he dragged her main protection off of her body. Revealing, inch by inch, what was usually hidden in her work clothes. Tank wrinkled over her wide hips, just barely covering the flexible socket joints and soft belly. Izou’s lips pressing along her exposed shoulders as he teased the thin straps of her tank top. Nipping as her thick thighs were revealed, then her knees, and calves. Mindful of the frill, choosing to blow across it before kissing higher up her neck so he could chuckle at her slight shudder.

Until the only thing protecting her modesty was an old tank top and worn panties. Socks barely hanging onto her ankles as they both just… looked.

Her legs were more doll than scarecrow, holding shaped curves and joints rather than tailored cloth and straw. Still, her skin had a certain fabric-like texture and give that no doll would normally have.

Normally, she hated people seeing her. At all, really, but especially anything but her face.

Uncanny.

Unnerving.

A haunted doll but not.

Fucking spooky—

“Beautiful.” Izou breathed out, his words curling into her ear with such unbridled desire she shuddered, pushing aside her hair to make room for his voyeuristic intent. Her legs reflexively coming together only for Thatch’s broad hands to boldly cup her thighs and gently part them for his hips. Letting his palms skim along the back of her thighs to support her knees, his lips pressing into the joint shamelessly. Fingertips toying with the unique softness, deceptively giving after the initial, firm contact.

“Fuck, maybe we should put you on a shelf, doll. Perfect height to kiss your pretty legs whenever we want.” Thatch mused playfully, slowly extending her right leg up, watching carefully how she handled the motions. Until her leg was straight up and beginning to bend in the wrong direction, where he then paused to push her knee towards her shoulder, half keeping an eye on her passive expression. His own growing more heated until Izou could—and did—kiss her calf. His chuckle blowing hot across her skin before Thatch gently placed her leg back onto the floor. “None of that hurt, did it?”

Nikia snorted.

“Doll joints. Arguably too flexible. Easy to overextend though, so try not to break them. It’s… really not pretty getting them fixed.” She replied confidently, at first, and then a little nervous.

“Never in a million years, baby.” Thatch promised, settling on his front and sliding her thighs over his shoulders. His breath hot in the intimate space between them, seeping into her panties as he kissed along the pale skin with a curious hum.

“Soft, isn’t she?” Izou mused against her throat, licking at the seam of her choker.

“Soft as a rose, Izou. Makes me wonder if I have to look out for thorns.” Thatch chuckled, curling his hands to cup her ass, holding her in place as he pressed his lips against her clothed pussy.

Her breath hitched in her throat as she felt his tongue seep into the cotton, parting her with a firm lick.

“No thorns here. Just a pretty little doll for us to play with.” Izou chuckled, sinking his teeth into her throat teasingly. Soaking her skin with wet heat as Thatch laughed as well. His mirth vibrating straight to her clit along his tongue. She cried out softly as he kept driving his tongue against the cotton barrier, lapping at her quivering entrance and clit in turns, sucking it to make her squirm.

The sight of Thatch between her thighs, hair pulled back with her own ribbon as he greedily teased her pussy made her moan. Her hands twitching as she reached back to clutch at Izou, afraid if she touched Thatch he’d stop, or perhaps worse—go deeper.

Izou laughed at her predicament, kissing her damp skin and fondling along her heaving ribs. Slowly pulling down the fabric until her bra spilled free. Thatch glanced up, eyes hot as he slipped his tongue along the side of her panties as though warning her.

“Th-Thaaatch~!” Nikia begged, though not sure for what exactly.

“Can I kiss you, doll?” he asked with a sly grin pressed into her soaked panties. She nodded, face burning. Izou reached behind her bra and unclipped it, tossing it away eagerly. Distracted as she was with Izou’s preoccupation with her freed breasts, she didn’t notice Izou using one hand to reach down and pull aside her panties, freeing Thatch to dive into her pussy like a man starved. She gasped, arching her back and moaning as Thatch’s hot tongue slipped into every intimate fold.

“He’s such a good kisser, isn’t he?” Izou teased, his hands now taking full advantage to lift her heavy breasts. Flicking over the stiff nipples as he explored the unusually soft part of her body. The only other place so freely soft was her hips and pussy—which was very noticed and appreciated by the sounds they both made as they toyed with her.

Nikia choked, sputtering somewhere between a cry for mercy and the desire for more as Thatch slipped in a thick finger, teasing apart her walls.

“H-He is! He is~! Ah-Ahhhnn~ Thatch—Oooooh, Thatch, please!” Nikia begged, turning to Izou as she struggled to breathe, tears in her eyes like she expected him to fix her distress. If she was thinking clearly, she would have known he wasn’t about to do a damn thing to help her do anything but squirm. Izou was flushed with desire as he smiled indulgently, kissing her lazily. Ignoring her cries as he toyed with her breasts and Thatch slowly fucked her open with another thick finger. The loft filled with wet, slick sounds and moans of appreciation.

Thatch groaned, pulling away as a third finger gently burned in her opening.

“Must be candy between these thighs, you taste so damn sweet. Could do this all day—maybe I will sometime in the future. Lay you out on my sheets and drink you in.” Thatch panted, his hand pausing. “Oh, but that’s later—keep looking that good and we’ll be here all night.” His fingers curled against her tight walls and she froze, sparks lighting within her as he played her cunt just right.

Izou’s tongue curled against her own, crowding her mouth as he muffled her whining. Palms hot against her breasts as he pinned her in place for every growing wave of pleasure.

It was only as she began to crest, Thatch’s hand firm on her ass as he kept a steady pace against her walls, that Izou pulled away from her lips. Thatch hitting the spot that made her whole body twitch with eerie precision. Driving soft, muffled moans from her lungs until she seized, gasping for breath as her legs trembled. Crying openly to Izou who only seemed to mockingly soothe her.

“There we go, let it happen, honey. We’ve got you~” Izou cooed, Thatch joining in with soft words against her soaked pussy.

“Perfect little doll, like a wet, velvet dream~” Thatch praised, lapping at her folds and clit until she began to wind down. “Does our pretty little doll want more, or are you done playing, baby cakes?” he asked gently with a pleased grin at her state.

Nikia couldn’t think clearly, mind still a million miles away as her lips answered anyway.

“Wanna play more.” She whined softly, still weak all over. They chuckled, kissing her skin wherever they could reach. Thatch’s fingers rolling against her walls softly as he sucked her clit.

“You going to give her what she wants or should I?” Izou asked sarcastically, pinching her nipples as she weakly moaned.

“Maybe you should. It’s such a pretty view already.” Thatch agreed amicably, pulling away his hand with a wet sound to tear off her panties. “Long as she faces this way, I can keep kissing that pretty pussy as I like.”

“Well, doll, wanna give him a show?” Izou asked.

“S-Show?” Nikia asked hazily, shaking her head, “W-What’s there to see?” she muttered. Izou clicked his tongue.

“We’ll show you how good you look fucked out later, doll. Right now I want you to make a mess of my cock.” Izou huffed, lifting her up to adjust his jeans down his hips, Thatch assisting in removing them.

“Let me settle her on you, babe.” Thatch offered, sweeping up her knees as she pitched backwards onto Izou. She tried to watch but found her breasts in the way, settling on rolling her head back as the hot tip of Izou’s cock nuzzled her dripping pussy. Teasing between the folds, slowly slipping as Thatch used her body to take Izou’s tip. His length driving into her in gentle thrusts.

Louder than her own soft, plaintive cries, Izou groaned into her skin. Trying to stay still as he breached her.

“I-Izou~ Izou, please, I-I w-w-aaaahhhn~” she slurred, squirming against Thatch’s firm grasp. Panting as she tried to keep her breathing steady with little success. A second pair of hands settled on her ass with a heavy grip.

“Yeah, doll? What do you want? Speak up, little doll. How do you want us to play with you?” Izou panted, biting her neck teasingly.

“H-Harder! Please, harder!” she begged.

Thatch laughed, leaning forward to kiss her cheek.

“No can do, pretty thing. Sweet dolls like you get fucked softly. Don’t want to break you, now do we?” he asked with a coy smile as she finally sank to the hilt of Izou’s cock. “We get to play longer that way, little doll~” he slowly released her thighs to Izou’s grasp as he adjusted, driving his cock deeper while he moved to his knees. Arms lifting up to lock her thighs open, forearms pressing her breasts up.

“We’ll wear you out in no time, doll.” Izou warned softly before bouncing her on his thighs in small, slow motions. Letting her feel every inch of his cock as it pulled out and slipped back in. She moaned in frustration, the sound hitching as Thatch’s hot breath wafted over her exposed cunt. Tongue swiping up her clit and dragging to where her folds split open around Izou’s cock. “There we go~ any complaints now, pretty little doll~?” Izou teased as she shook, swiftly overwhelmed with their greedy passion. He groaned, Thatch’s tongue slipping past her pussy for a moment before returning eagerly.

“Ah!Ah!A-Ahhhh~! I-Iz-zoooouu~! Thatch! N-No fair! H-Hot! O-Oooooh~!” Nikia whined, shaking her head as she came too fast, Thatch laughing as he licked up her cream.

“Wanted it harder when you can barely handle it soft~ What a silly little doll~” Thatch cooed. “Imagine if we did bully your little pussy, baby doll? You’d be crying so hard about it by now—good thing we know how to play nice, don’t we Izou?” he asked softly, taking a moment to kiss her hot belly.

“So nice~” Izou purred, kissing her shoulder with soft pants from the effort of maintaining his steady pace.

“No—yer both m-mmmm-ean~!” Nikia protested hoarsely, sobbing as her body burned with the rise of another orgasm.

Through blurry vision and overstimulated tears, she watched Thatch rise up and nuzzle her hair with a pitying laugh. Pausing to press against her pinned body fully, giving Izou a deep, wet kiss. Letting her hear them both groan harshly, tongues twisting noisily with hot, moist breaths practically pouring into her ear. She felt Izou’s body twitch, slamming his throbbing cock in short bursts before he could control himself. Thatch’s cock burning hot and grinding into her splayed out folds, rubbing her clit as they got lost in each other.

If Izou’s cock wasn’t so deep inside her—if Thatch’s hands didn’t tease her squished breasts—she’d think they’d forgotten she was there.

But she was and they knew it.

Relished it.

Both clearly aroused by her so helpless for them in a way that would feel horribly objectifying if it wasn’t so passionate and out of deep love.

If she was an object for them, it was one of utter devotion and desire. Fucking her in whatever way they could because they couldn’t stand holding back another second.

“You’re just not used to playing with us, doll.” Thatch finally huffed, stroking her slick skin as she tried and failed to hold back her whines. Kissing her deeply this time, his tongue tasting unusually sweet as Izou groaned into her ear. “Just enjoy the ride, pretty little doll~ we’ve got you.” And then he sank back down, licking at her heaving breasts and nipping the stiff peaks. Content with sucking the soft skin as he rubbed her clit in slow circles.

“We’ve got you.”

And that was exactly the problem.

“P-Perfect little doll to play with~ so soft and sweet on my cock, can’t believe it took so long for us to love you like this.” Izou breathed out, hilting harshly and pausing, panting as he sucked a deep mark onto her neck once again. His cock throbbing inside as she whined, struggling to squirm in their embrace. “Not done playing yet, doll.” His voice curled darkly in warning, resuming his soft, relentless pace.

Thatch remained affixed to her body, seemingly drunk and spoiled for choice between her dripping, filled cunt and her bouncing breasts propped onto Izou’s firm arms. She would have assumed he was unaffected if it wasn’t for his vocal appreciation of the display they presented and the soft, wet thuds lower down. The source clear when he grunted after a particularly loud moan of hers, and hot cum splashed across her body. Thatch shamelessly rubbing his cum into her wet folds and sore breasts like it was a massage.

Izou only seemed to speed up once she was limp and panting for air, finally unable to take her clenching down on him over and over again. Fingers locking behind her neck and forcing her to hazily watch her breasts bounce, Thatch’s unmistakable head of hair between her thighs. She could feel Izou’s balls slapping against her puffy cunt from the force of his desperate thrusts. Her body hot and worn thin by the time Izou’s cock jerked and spilled inside her. Drops spraying free to join the mess on his thighs. Thatch moaning as he sucked her throbbing clit through the last, violent wave.

The complaint that she breathed out was thin and barely a ghost of a sound as Izou pulled out. Laying her down with a rain of kisses and praise along her heated skin. Lifting her thigh for a moment.

“Oh, what a cute mess your pussy is, doll~ almost wish I had the energy to play with it some more.” Izou sighed, brushing his hand along her swollen cunt. She twitched against his gentle touch, mixed arousal seeping out in a thick slide. She gasped as his slender fingers pushed the spilled cum back into her. Taking a moment to smear against her overstimulated walls with his eyes fixed on her pussy. After a moment he pulled out, watching the lewd string pull free with him, sticking and dripping down his hand until he lapped it up. “Oh, you do taste sweet, I can barely taste myself it’s so strong. I see why you wanted to keep eating her cute pussy, babe. Always did have a sweet tooth.”

Thatch grabbed Izou’s hand and noisily lapped up the rest as Nikia watched with wide, mortified eyes. Body clenching at the dark look in his eyes, hazy as it was without her glasses, when he finished and glanced down at her. Looking like he was a hairsbreadth from diving back into her messy, overwhelmed pussy.

“…I kind of thought you’d finish sooner than that.” Thatch finally murmured into the air with only a little bit of accusation as he kissed Izou deeply. Izou made an embarrassed sound after a long moment, distracted as he was by Thatch’s tongue. “I was watching and managed to squeeze one out. Would have came without any touch if I tried, she looked so cute fucked out on you—can’t imagine how hot she felt.”

“Alright, fine. I didn’t think she’d want this again so I… wanted to make the most of it. Or convince her it was worth a shot.” The other man responded breathlessly.

Nikia whined, shifting onto her back after a long moment. Only just regaining feeling in her pussy that wasn’t electric tingles. She squinted into the soft light to where she assumed Izou was.

“Wouldn’ ‘ave let you if ah ‘idn’t wan’ you.” She told his hazy figure, weakly holding out her arm and clearing her throat as he took her hand in his. “H-Hmm, might w-wait a bit before I-I do that again, though.” She mused.

Izou kissed her knuckles apologetically.

“Next time I’ll be actually nice” he breathed out and her whine was instant and loud.

Thatch let out a bark of laughter, flopping down beside her to pull her in close. He was just a little too hot for her preference but it felt nice being held anyway. Thick hair tickling her sweaty skin in a way that made her nose wrinkle.

He peppered kisses along her face.

“Yer turn?” she asked softly and he paused.

“I mean, if you’re up for it… but I liked the show regardless.” He kissed her brow with a soft smile. With some effort, she hooked her knee over his hip, Izou settling in behind her. Pointedly supporting her attempt to actively participate despite her exhaustion.

“C-Careful? And not… so long this time. Too tired for that again.” Nikia admitted, looking up at him with a somewhat pleading smile.

“Course, baby doll~” He agreed easily, reaching down between their thighs to adjust himself. His cock slipping between her folds, gathering slick until he was certain of himself. His hand stroking and kneading her soft ass to brace her for him. She almost complained about how long he was taking, but the steady, encroaching thickness shifted her voice into a soft moan. “F-Fuck, how’d you do it, babe? She’s so soft and tight—a-ahh! W-Wish I could hold back and love you for hours, our perfect little doll~” His pace faster than what Izou tormented her with, thick cock throbbing against her overstimulated walls, clearly already on the edge. Izou’s hand slipping around her waist to circle her clit, trying to ease her into an orgasm alongside Thatch.

Thatch kissed her softly, tongue lingering against hers with sensual motions. Savoring her soft moans with his own, deep groans. Their lips barely parting for air as she let him consume the last of herself. The both of them gasping as he finally spilled into her aching pussy, cumming together hard.

He lingered, grinding into her weak body with fevered kisses along her cheeks.

She fell asleep like that for some time, surrounded and filled by the both of them. Neither flinching at her unusual features—her strange, inhuman body.

She was woken up a little while later and given water to drink and a light snack of homemade jam and crackers.

“We let them know we’re camping out here. You can go back to sleep, baby.” Thatch promised.

She was already half gone though, certain she was safe with them. The crisp autumn air struggling to invade the cozy bubble of body heat and hay around her. She kissed one of them somewhere in thanks, eyes closed and drifting off. Receiving her own kiss in return, a gentle peck on the lips.

She was exhausted and worn out. And yet, somehow, impossibly loved.