#also s very love sick in the sense that I need someone to be in love with me

[sallymew4]

EVERYONE STOP WHAT YOURE DOING RIGHT FUCKING NOW

EVERYBODY SHUT UP IMMEDIATELY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[skhardwarevers1]

lowkey. Not over my ex at all

[weirdsht]

HAHAHAHA imagine Cale with someone weaker than him + a troublemaker and oftentimes think crazier than him, but they're useful so that's what tied them together with the gang💀 bro might feel the stress his hyungs felt whenever he throws himself into danger lol and would start reflecting. Have u done this b4? :D

Is This My Karma? - Cale/Reader

notes: anon... did you take a look inside my mind? or maybe my docs? because the series i'm going to publish later has a similar prompt. i was gonna make it a surprise but since the cat is out of the bag imma announce it here lol. i'll be making a cale/reader slowburn series or at least try but while waiting for that you guys enjoy this small drabble from anon's ask first

tags: fluff, sickfic, reader is an idiot, cale is also an idiot, idiots in love basically, choi han is in charge of their single braincell, established relationship

English isn’t my first language so there will be grammatical errors

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Requests are open and welcome

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“For the last time, you will not pass your cold to the White Star. How are you even going to achieve that? Also what merit would it bring if that punk catches your sickness?”

Cale glanced over at the sick person in his bed speaking nonsense. Well, it’s not completely nonsense as it was possible.

…If that said person wasn’t on the verge of dying because of a fever.

“We both cough know it’s cough possible. Plus you’re not looking at the bigger picture of cough White Star getting a fever.”

“No you’re just thinking irrationally-”

“Ah ah, I’m still cough speaking. Let the cough sick cough speak.”

“...I think the sick should shut the hell up and sleep.”

The person who is Cale’s significant other only glared at the commander before drinking the water Choi Han handed to them. When arguments like this first happened the swordmaster would interject to create peace.

But that was before he learned just how unhinge this person was.

_____, Cale’s headache and significant other, was a naturally weak person. Even weaker than Cale without ancient powers. However, despite their physical prowess being on the weaker side they have a very useful ancient power.

They have a wood attribute power that can conjure flowers, grass, and trees with either poison or healing powers. Its downside is that the abilities do not work on _____. However, they can make flowers that can spread whatever sickness they have at the moment.

“We all know you just need to fling me at cough a good distance near Mr. Steal-My-Cale’s-Looks and I can pass him my cold with the flowers. Easy peasy Ron’s lemon squeezy.”

Cale remembers _____’s explanation being that the flowers' pollen would contain the same bacteria and virus as their body. Or something along those lines.

“...”

“Hear me cough out, okay? Imagine this, White Star with his plate on the verge of breaking, coughing out so much blood, armless in every sense of the cough as well. Imagine a cough nasty fever and cough combo on top of that.”

“...”

_____ looked at the silent Cale expectantly.

“Sometimes I really wonder why I got together with a punk like you”

“But you love me!”

Sigh

Cale couldn’t refute so he just sighed.

At first, he let _____ join their group because they were useful. Not only is their ability useful but they are also intelligent. They have the see the faults in Cale’s plan and think of a counter-measure. They can also conjure up great plans.

Well, most of the time at least.

Other times look like this…

“No, we are not doing your absurd plan. Just go to sleep and get better, I’ll take care of things.”

Cale kissed the top of _____’s head.

“And don’t even try to think of sneaking out like you did last time. Alberu and Tasha almost had a heart attack.”

The previously smiling _____ because of Cale’s kiss was now pouting because of the reminder. 

Meanwhile, Cale let them be as he went out of their bedroom.

He let out another sigh as he did. Behind him was Choi Han struggling to suppress a smile, wait no a laugh.

“What’s up with you?”

“No, it’s just that Cale-nim you and _____-nim are really similar.”

Choi Han added after seeing Cale glare at him.

“Sometimes that’s how your plans look to us.”

“Haaa”

Cale couldn’t help but notice how his acting like his sworn brother right now.

‘Is this how the crown prince feels about me?’

Not just the crown prince but everyone else as well.

‘Was this why team leader-nim and Choi Jung Soo insisted that I should farm with them even after retirement?’

There was no way, right?

‘There’s no way me and _____ are similar. I’m not self-sacrificial like that. I always make sure that I will live.’

Right?

Looks like he finally got all my warnings.

Cale ignored Super Rock’s voice.

But still, he can’t deny that he caused his group some headaches.

“...I will reflect on myself.”

Choi Han only nodded and smiled at the dazed young master.

Meanwhile, Cale’s mind is a bit chaotic right now.

‘Did my karma come in the form of my significant other?’

There’s no way that’s the case… right?

Right???

[pandaspwnz]

Finally got my hands on a test today because my mom's boyfriend had an extra one (although he also thankfully found some at the pharmacy later!) and I do not have covid! (at least yet)

Mom tested positive for covid yesterday (she's mostly okay, just has a light cough and a runny nose), but we're out of tests now so I'll need to run to the store later (with a mask on ofc) and get more, both to keep track of hers, but also because I also have a sore throat 🙃

[signedeclipse]

Hello! I was the one with the cannibalism request. 🫣 I really loved the headcanons you wrote! 😊

I would like to make another headcanon request for Kokushibo, Hantengu and Kaigaku with a reader who's blind. They could see when they were much younger, but now most of their vision is lost, and they have difficulty navigating at night. At first they didn't even recognized the other as a demon but were very accepting when they found out. Now they hate to be away from their demon partner and would rather spend every minute with them. I can also see them utilizing their condition to lure in victims (by asking for help) for their demon to eat.

Thank you in advance and I hope you have a great day! ☺️

Hantengu | Kaigaku | Kokushibo [X Reader]

In which their s/o is blind, and helps them lure humans in for eating.

Hantengu

Ever since he met you, alone and lost, he felt pity that you had been left to nothing for something out of your control

Of course, you were just like him, so he would protect you if it meant protecting his own ego

But you were so kind, and you didn't say anything cruel or judgemental to him, he could go as far as to say you depend on him

He liked that a lot, it made him feel special

Being apart of him, the clones didn't touch you either, either amused by your lack of sight, feeling pity, overtaken by anger at those who wronged you, or liking having something so new around

Fortunately all their eyes were different, save for Hantengu and Sekido, so it was easy to tell them apart if not for their personalities

In no way was the Upper four weak, but sometimes he was a bit...scared

He noticed how you attracted people to him, and how easy it was for him to kill once secluded

So you did it more so he could kill, instead of his clones

You empowered him and all of his egos, fueled him and made him far more powerful

God forbid someone you're luring try to harm you, they'd be dead before they can even realise what's happening, and left to rot

Him and the clones don't find trash all that delicious

Kaigaku

He found you quite pathetic all things considered

Lost with no one around, stumbling and trying to find some kind of light so you could gather your bearings

Those electric blue eyes of his, they pulled you into a false sense of hope

But through your words, so unknowing of who he was, you convinced him to humour you for awhile, as if playing a game

Kaigaku gets attached similar to how you do, but far more possessive and jealous

In a messed up way he likes that you can't see well because it means you'll only ever know him best

The fact that only he can protect you and keep you safe gives him a superiority complex, but he rarely beats down onto you about it

Your kindness is hard to combat, but he does act like he hates it

In his months as a demon, it was hard to find people to kill without making a scene, and when you saw him starving like that, you convinced yourself you could bring someone back

And with a false story about someone robbing you, three men were lured into your shared home for the slaughter

He kept it clean so you wouldn't get sick- not that you'd really notice- and since then encouraged the behaviour

Once he heard a group of people bullying you for falling in mud after you slipped

It was the only time he decided to make a real mess, leaving trails of organs across the street for all to see

You had to move but he found a better place anyways

Kokushibo

Kokushibo can be very quiet, so when you call out to him or he feels the need to say something, it usually scares you half to death

Once caught your arm moments from hitting him because you felt something on your neck and figured it was an insect- it was his breath

Tends to be unhelpful because he wants you to adapt as much as you can, and to remain independent

But on the rare occasion he'll allow you to cling to his sleeve and step slowly through darkened places

Might let you get minor injuries from walking into things but he would never allow you to gain a scar

The first time you lured someone, it was an accident

He had left without telling you, and in a panic you yelled out for him while falling

A hunter heard this and came to your aid, but Kokushibo had them handled moments before they even touched you

It happened mostly by accident

But if he was ever weakened, upset, or having trouble getting someone from a crowd?

He'll just say he needs a favour, and then leave you stranded in the street until someone comes prancing

If anyone does the opposite of helping and tries to harass you, he'll make sure their death is prolonged

Consider a thousand deep-ish wounds, so they can bleed out till morning

Authors Note - Honestly so rare for a Kaigaku request which makes me sad cuz ahhh I love him! He's really great and deserves more fanfics... But thank you for coming back Shrew (if i can call you that), your last request was such a hit I think ive written 2-3 extra requests off of it already haha!

Please enjoy and come back soon!

[artisticxlly]

My thoughts while rereading chapter 351 (an unhinged post)

Spoilers and also ig dark themes?, nothing out of the ordinary though compared to the panels I'm discussing here.

I thought: You know what, since I'm growing increasingly attached to Sachirou and Kourai, might as well read the most bittersweet chapter again for shits and giggles. And I have some THOUGHTS for you all.

I'll come back to this later but just putting this here to acknowledge that Sachirou watched Kourai play for a little bit

this little guy is so important actually. Why is he so round. What is wrong with him. /aff

Moot also pointed this out but he's always alone in these panels??? Just him and volleyball against the world lol, which isn't all that different to Sachirou's behaviour now that I think about it.

Coming back to my first point. Both of them acknowledge each other, and both do it veeeery briefly. Like these two baaaarely know each other as far as we know, and yet this next scene is so crazy when you think about it from a vulnerability standpoint. What do you mean you stopped him from hurting himself and you immediately had a deep conversation about it??? Oh you two make me so ILL.

YOU MAKE ME SICKKK. SICK I TELL YOU. NO MOMENT OF HESITATION??? NONE??? I actually despise the addition of the other teens his age just casually walking home from school while he does that. Like this is, in his eyes, just a normal thing. This just made sense to him??? "I hate my hands, they're the reason I mess up" to "I'll just destroy them on the nearest wall". Fuck it, sure.

This is the most bittersweet thing ever. Gahhh...

Have we stopped to think about what this implies though. Because I am. The panel of just Sachirou is zoomed in but you can't see Kourai anywhere on it. And I'm just sitting here thinking "So he had to sprint there, right?" and ughhhh, Kourai you give so many fucks??? (/hj) I have this suspicion (or hc I guess?) that he watched Sachirou out of the corner of his eye a looot, just getting this feeling like there's something wrong/going on with him.

Throughout the chapter you just see Sachirou being constantly dissatisfied with his achievements and pouring himself into his training to try and fix it, make less and less mistakes. For over half the chapter his eyes are just this blacked out void. Why do I have a feeling that Kourai picked up on that and was just this teensy bit worried curious and spied on Sachirou? Very subtly, because he didn't care, nooo, not at all (/s). Idk just a thought, because he was crazy quick to stop Sachirou. Obviously he's a very blunt person but he also probably had no idea how to have a heartfelt conversation like that with someone (which ended up being the harsh reality check Sachirou needed).

Kourai Hoshiumi, the man who will read the fuck out of you and then in the same breath drops the gayest shit imaginable. I love this so fucking much though. Absolutely the last thing anyone expects someone to say after witnessing someone self harm and yet so unbelievably real. Asa taught him well, truly.

WOw, just... No thoughts in that brain, huh /j Bug-eyed mf (He's just a baby,,, ughhh)

Again... "tall, strong and super-tough body" WE GET IT. (/lh) Honestly though if I got props from Kourai like that I'd evaporate on the spot.

Gorgeous panel aside, I really like their matching haircuts LMFAO. I have a feeling both just hated dealing with their hair texture growing up.

Anywayyyy uhh long post over. All /lh btw, I do love these two idiots a lot.

[linawritestwst]

Hi! I saw you're request were open, if it's alright with you can I request riddle, deuce, silver and malleus with a reader who was a knight in their old world? Thank you!

riddle, deuce, silver and malleus x reader who was a knight headcanons (gn!reader)

that moment when you try to find a pretty sword gif but all you get is sao gifs 😔

thank you sm for requesting this, knight!reader is such a fun concept!

also i'm very sick rn and for some reason i have no inspiration to write anything twst-related at all, so.. i'm sorry if these headcanons sound boring, i'm trying my best 😭

riddle rosehearts.

♡ riddle would be very surprised to hear that you were a knight in your world, but when he thinks about it more, he realizes that it actually makes a lot of sense. you're always there to protect him, you're very brave and strong and you're good with a sword. you also mentioned that you have a lot of experience with protecting people from any dangers, so whenever you had to deal with someone who overblotted including riddle himself, you never went easy on them and gave it your all. so.. yes, he can see you being a knight.

♡ your dynamic would become even cuter after that, because now you can officially be the queen of hearts' knight! riddle would act a little shy about it at first, he'd try to assure you that he doesn't need your help, but you just smile and say that you know how strong and talented your boyfriend is, but you still want to act as his knight simply because this is how you show your love and loyalty for him. also you know that riddle secretly loves it and there's no point in trying to hide it.

♡ whenever riddle sees someone breaking the queen's rules again, you calm him down before he can say anything and you simply remind him that there's no need to use his unique magic on them or punish them in some other way, when you always have your sword with you <3 riddle is sure that you aren't actually being serious, but what he doesn't know is that you are serious. you don't hesitate to pull out your sword everytime someone makes riddle angry, because this school has way too many troublemakers and you think someone should teach them a lesson and it doesn't always have to be riddle.

deuce spade.

♡ he would lose his mind when he finds out about it, but when he finally manages to process that information, he is so?? proud of you?? like wow.. you were a knight.. that's so cool!! that explains why you're so strong and why you always can feel that something or someone is dangerous and others should be more careful. also he's totally not going to brag about dating a knight when he sees ace, haha..

♡ even though now he knows that you're literally a knight (or at least were one), he's still a very protective boyfriend and he always makes sure you're safe no matter what. it's not like he underestimates you or thinks you're weak or anything like that, it's just.. he kinda wants to be your knight too.. he just really wants to be someone you can rely on and someone who will fight for you when necessary (and when it's not really necessary. he's just always ready to fight for you)

♡ if you are the one protecting him.. deuce really wants to remind you that he can do everything himself, but he just can't control his feelings around you and instead of acting like a cool boyfriend, he just goes 😳😳😳. like wow.. you are so strong and brave and talented and- also, if you try to carry him, he will literally die. his face would be so red, he'd have to cover it with his hands.

silver.

♡ he is so shocked, but also so happy when you tell him that you used to be a knight. you're just like him!! he tries really hard to hide his excitement, but you can just see it on his face. he will ask you a lot of questions, like who did you work for, was it hard for you, did anything dangerous happen to you in the past.. he really hopes that it's not annoying, he's just so happy to hear that he and his s/o have something in common and it's also something he's very passionate about.

♡ he would love to train with you. spending time with you is always fun, but he can't believe that he actually can do his knight training with you now. or maybe you can watch him and give him some advice? he's sure that you have more experience than he does. silver always listens to your advice and makes sure to remember it. though he might get a little distracted sometimes because when you show him how to do something correctly, he finds it amazing just how much you look like a real knight.. ah, of course, you were one in the past, he knows that.

♡ of course, it's not like silver will stop caring about your other traits now that he knows you used to be a knight. he's just glad to learn something new about you and he's happy to know that you and him are actually quite similar. also a lot of things make more sense to him now and he can feel you two becoming even closer than before. and even though you used to be a knight yourself, it doesn't mean that silver doesn't want to protect you anymore. he actually wants to work even harder for you now and he secretly hopes that he will be able to impress you one day.

malleus draconia.

♡ .. what do you mean he has like three knights now. you being a knight as well is certainly a surprise to him, but a good one. he would love to know more about your past and as you tell him about everything you had to do as a knight, he just keeps falling more and more in love with you and now he admires you even more than before. he already knew that you were amazing, but now you've truly exceeded his expectations.

♡ he doesn't really need to be protected considering how strong his magic is, but after he finds out that you were a knight.. oh no. oh no, malleus draconia himself is actually much weaker than you thought he was. if only he could use some help- oh there you are, y/n <3 he knows that it's not good to lie to you, but he just loves it when you come to help him and you look like you're ready to do anything for him, so please forgive him for tricking you like this.

♡ he appreciates everything sebek and silver do for him, he really does, but.. oh no, it looks like he has a favorite now. whenever you come to his rescue, he just can't stop praising you for your strength and courage and he always rewards you with a kiss after that. yes, this is malleus draconia, one of the strongest mages in twisted wonderland. yes, he will pretend to be a maiden in distress just so that his s/o can remember their knight days and save him. also i hope you're ready for sebek's reaction because he won't be happy about this at all.

[howlsofbloodhounds]

So, about the whole soul business with Killer, I've been thinking.

Of course, sharing your soul with someone in the context of Undertale is always gonna be a deeply intimate thing. I don't think it would necessarily count as sexual (though it certainly can be if the intention is that) but it is undoubtedly intimate.

And, usually, the only time you forcibly expose someone's soul is when you're battling them. And the way I interpret the Undertale gameplay, is that you take over control by confining their soul in a space making it harder and at times impossible to flee.

Now, all of this is to say that Chara messing with Killer's soul is basically akin to them confining him and controlling him to begin with. It being forcefully exposed at all times is basically akin to him being put in battle mode permanently, specifically in the role of the attacked. And he can't hold his soul inside his body anymore, so the only chance he has of it ever being safe is if someone else holds it.

This brings us to point two: Chara and Nightmare forcing intimacy and fake "safety" as yet another way to control Killer and make him dependent on them.

Because a soul being out in the open all the time is unnatural and has to feel like a constant threat. So, especially Stage 1 (but also Stage 3 if you manage to put the idea in his head in a way that makes sense to him, and 4) would be susceptible to coaxing of the "I can give you the safety you crave" sort. Which, of course, is not the same as him offering it up willingly since it's done through manipulation, but may be something he and Color have to work through at the start. Because if that kind of offer suddenly lacks in his life as soon as he joins Color he may assume that Color doesn't want to protect him (because he would not see it as him not having communicated a deep need of his and Color wanting to respect some common and very reasonable boundaries).

However, as Stage 2 is far more apathetic than the others, I don't doubt that with them Nightmare especially was far more forceful. Especially since they're the biggest flight risk and, again, for Nightmare and Chara holding Killer's soul was always less about offering him actual safety and more about controlling him by making him more dependent and cutting off his escape routes.

So I don't doubt that Nightmare just took Stage 2's soul any time they stepped out of line. So this isn't something they crave like the other stages.

And for them to offer their soul to Color for safekeeping would genuinely mean they trust him 100%. Meanwhile, for the others making boundaries around when they offer Color their soul and asking for their soul back especially would be a show of great trust. Because the realization that Color is gonna play by their rules and they don't have to be subject to his whims just to have that base feeling of safety everyone else gets by just not being him would be a great revelation.

Just, hhhhh, it's already such an intimate act, but imagine how much more meaningful it could be if it was also about Killer taking back control over himself and feeling protected and safe and man... Colorkiller has got me in a chokehold

They make me both sick and very happy. Pictured a typical scene of where like theyre in the kitchen and colors cooking or cleaning dishes and like killers doing that typical thing of wrapping arms around waist from behind and resting chin on colors shoulder or burying his face there but like maybe he also has one hand over colors ribcage just to feel the warmth of both of their souls and feel them almost beating in sync.

or even just like lying on colors chest while color reads, the equivalent of being lured to sleep by the sound of a heart beating in a loved one’s chest. only there’s that added comfort and safety of knowing that killers soul is beating alongside colors and killer can even now comfortably lie chest to chest or on colors chest without disturbing his sensitive soul.

and also the idea of killers exposed soul basically forcing him to stay frozen in a battle mode seems very fitting and probably very reflective of killers own hypervigilance. feeling constantly attacked or about to be attacked, looking for signs of a fight about to happen or even ways to start fights himself.

and id imagine this feels like a very healing experience for both color and killer. and while for killer it’s obvious, for color it must help soothe or even outright kill that constant aching loneliness and fear of being alone. he cant be alone when he can feel killers soul, living and breathing and alive, right there beside his own soul—keeping eachother company.

{ @stellocchia }

[uchihaxitachi]

|| Coincidences | He comes to you after battle, struck with a Yandere Ninjutsu ||

-> A/N: I am a whore for yandere and I wanted to incorporate a whole ass big writing plot for this one. I softened up :( but I had sm fun!

Itachi had decided not to bring up the topic of you and him kissing each other, after noticing that you had already forgotten about it the next day. You were so high and drunk, it was to be expected. Right now? He had only one thing in his mind, getting over this mission to capture a group of Shinobis who were supposedly plotting against the Akatsuki. It’s not their plotting that was the problem, the Akatsuki also had matters with currency which solely depended on the members and their strength. Any contract whatsoever would cause issues if the image of the 12 dangerous S-Ranked criminals was to be hampered. Something which this thug gang, as Pein called them; was triffling around with.

Itachi out of all people? Why? Itachi’s senses played back the conversation that happened in the recent gathering.

Kisame: I really don’t know where Itachi has been these days, almost disappeared.

Itachi: I do not think I must keep you informed of my whereabouts, or the Akatsuki.

Hidan: Right? I totally agree, imagine me fucking a woman and then writing and updating about it to the leader.

Sasori: Can you shut up?

Pein: Silence! I am not here to interfere with anything. We can might as well leave them be. I just don’t want any nuisance that’s all. If anyone wants to willingly take care of this, they can. Else I will.

Itachi: I will.

Why? Because it was simple, taking care of them would prove that he gave a fuck about the organization, granting him more freedom to operate freely and less annoyance on his whereabouts and what he does otherwise.

Itachi just wanted to protect you, a civilian who’s life revolved around the most normalcy he has seen in his life years so far as a Shinobi.

The fight? Pretty easy. Struck them with his genjutsu and tortured them in the Tsukuyomi for what felt like an eternity. It was the very last member, someone who remained hidden while Itachi’s jutsu took focus, and attacked him with a poisoned potion laced knife. Itachi— had been taking various types of poisons everyday, little by little amounts. The evasion from the attack was easy, what was not easy was the scorching pain it landed him in.

After teaching them a lesson, making them traumatized for life as if it meant nothing, Itachi dragged himself out. All he had was some pain, he knew he couldn’t die from this. This was just— a scratch.

What would you have been doing right now?

A scratch that might- make him see hallucinations?

What if you needed him?

Still, just a scratch.

What if you missed Itachi so much?

Nothing too big, he will take care of it.

What if you remembered the kiss?

Pouring rain came onto Itachi, drenched in two things— love and sickness for you. A longing for you he couldn’t seem to satiate no matter how hard he could try. An uncanny and bizzare appeal to protect you burning.

Itachi had never acted out of place once, in the times you’ve interacted with him. Hell he was your safe space for the sake of it. Today? Itachi had knocked your door at 2 am. You weren’t asleep because you sleep late, but a pang of anxiety curled in your stomach as you mumbled, “Who’s there?”

“It’s me.” The quiet, sublime voice of the Uchiha greeted you.

“Itachi? You—” you rushed outside, immediately pulling the door open and glancing at him, drenched in the thunderstorm and eyes glinting happiness when he saw you. This time, Itachi initiated a hug. For the first time ever, the Uchiha’s hands snaked around your waist, catching you off-guard as he tugged you close, letting you collide against his chest. A soft gasp escaped you, unknown to his behavior, you looked up, smiling and bursting into a giggle. “Great, now we’re both fuckin’ drenched.”

Itachi smiled back, kissing your forehead as you widened your eyes, trying to register what in the actual fuck was happening before he let himself inside, taking his cloak off. You had seen Itachi naked, you had nursed him back to health— but still, the clothing stuck against his skin made you feel, weird in the best day.

“I’m going to take a shower, Y/N.” Itachi humbly spoke, paving his way to your bathroom. “Y-yeah.” You blinked, still getting used to what was happening. “Yeah- sure.”

You went into your bedroom to change as well, coming back to cook some soup and some ramen, filled with veggies. You were unsure if Itachi had properly eaten after all. ���I can smell the aroma.” Itachi walked out, using the towel to dry his long hair, eyes darting towards your form in a carnal way. Itachi liked making eye contact but never— ever, this intense.

“Yes, wasn’t sure if you had eaten, Uchiha.” You smiled, tapping the wooden surface of the table to usher him closer. Itachi took the hint and sat beside you, breaking the chopsticks and digging into the first bite. “No wonder your business runs so well, my dear.”

My dear.

Itachi— was warm, dangerously warm with his tone. You had never heard him talk like this. “Thank you.” A flush ran through the apples of your cheek.

“How has it been for you? It’s been quite a while.” Itachi asked the next question.

“Uh, you know? The usual. Nothing much, no trouble as such.”

You were vague, as always. This time, Itachi pressed harder. “So nothing significant, huh?”

“Nope, oh yeah- there was this friend I met after a long time. The one crushin’ over me since High School.”

Nope- nope- nope- should not have shared this.

“A friend? Do I happen to have heard his name?” Itachi raised a brow, sounding ever so natural. “Ah nope, you don’t know him actually. It was good though, we spent some time. Reminiscing over old memories.”

What did you mean memories? What was so memorable about someone liking you? Does the man have a death wish?

“I see, happy that the person you met. Unknown to me, and you still haven’t told me the name of— made you feel better.”

You looked at Itachi and blinked, “Well his name is Kyosuke.” You rolled your eyes, “Don’t have to be so petty, Itachi.”

Itachi wasn’t being petty. Itachi was being careful. He didn’t want you to feel scared of him. Didn’t want to burden or scar you. Part of him, the hyper self aware part of him knew that something is wrong with him right now. “Good night.” Itachi got up, leaving half of the food and walking away.

“Itachi it’s still pouring outside, stay in.” Of course he will. He just wanted you to want him to do so.

“I know, I will sleep outside. Please feel free to go inside Y/N.” He smiled, flicking your forehead and making sure you don’t suspect a thing.

How could you really? He was not the master of deception for nothing. Worse bit of it all? When the next day you heard the terrible news of Kyosuke dying via suicide. How naive— if only you understood the depth of Itachi’s abilities to understand the carefully orchestrated murder he did. Why else would a normal guy commit suicide by gauging his eyes out, the same eyes through which he saw you as a potential partner?

Itachi is happy to hug you. Let you sob and cry in his arms while he tells you it’s going to be alright. Maybe even feel guilt enough when the jutsu fades… but then again, Itachi was never someone to shy away from murdering people. Maybe the jutsu brought the real, carnal, dangerous self on the surface, something that had been long dormant.

[summershouto]

baby 5 & sanji- the role of gender

I’m definitely not the first person to say this but Sanji’s women obsession is very similar to Baby 5’s need to please and I wanted to expand on it more bc the thoughts keep bouncing around in my brain 

Sanji and Baby 5 have the same core need to find love and it effects their actions- especially in matters with romance/the opposite sex. While both of their fixations are often treated as jokes, they still reflect underlaying issues tied to their backstories.

The way they act on this romantic drive is somewhat different, as they both assume the traditionally expected roles in accordance with their gender. They’re putting on a performance, behaving over-the-top in effort to please, while still varying in how they portray their love-sickness to remain a model man/woman. these differences set them apart, and I feel in Sanji’s case it can result in his behavior being brushed off as simply a weird quirk (unlike Baby 5, who’s actions remain lighthearted but are recognized as a trauma response).

They both have the same reaction to potential interest/attention, but remain strictly on the opposite ends of the spectrum of Man vs Woman in a conventional relationship. 

Baby 5 maintains a caretaking, flattering-focused obsession of the opposite sex rather than transforming into having pervy gags. She wants to be needed but she also enjoys (and sometimes imagines) being swooned over.

Looking at Sanji in the beginning, before the annoying nosebleed/creep gags became more prominent, he was also rather romance driven rather than motivated by lust. He, similar to Baby 5, saw many as potential suitors; a hopeless romantic at heart. While Baby 5 strikes at the first sign of interest from a man, Sanji equally treats every woman as someone he needs to look after . 

Baby 5 jumps into the role of a caring wife. She blushes like a schoolgirl and assumes that every man who is kind is showing interest in her. Meanwhile Sanji, filling the role of a traditional man in the relationship, seeks to provide. He wants to aid women in any way possible- whether thats with cooking or actual physical protection. His pervy gags could also be read as a way to fit this norm- as a man it’s more societally acceptable to be lust driven- (and in some cases, lust/sex is a way to “prove” ones manhood).  This is especially prominent after his time apart from the crew surrounded by people that challenged his notions of gender.

Overall their use of these traditional gender roles are safe; an easy way to get attention. People in real life often use romantic attention as means of fulfillment, and I read their actions as the same.

Baby 5 and Sanji are both people pleasers. Baby 5 is named as such, noting she can’t deny anyone anything because she longs to be needed. Sanji’s lack of self-worth causes him to always put others first, even at the cost of his own wellbeing. They see themselves as existing to fulfill a needed role, bidding their time until the moment arises. 

Other people have noted how similar Baby 5 and Sanji are in this way, joking that it’s good Sanji and Baby 5 never met because they’d get married instantly. I think it would actually be very interesting if they had met. Two people pleasers in a relationship is a recipe for disaster, especially with people as passionate as Baby 5 and Sanji. Their way of dealing with conflict would be to.. not. Neither would ever want to say the other is at fault. Their approach towards romance is seeking a sense of fulfillment, which would create an interesting dynamic with their exaggerated swooning. 

Now there are some people who truly are greatly motivated to pursue relationships, but with Sanji and Baby 5’s backstories revolving around a lack of love,  it’s safe to assume that it’s a bit more of an inorganic reaction for them. Especially when looking at the situations their love gets them into, such as when Baby 5 fell head over heels for a man because he was kind to her once despite not showing any prior attraction. 

Sanji is on the opposite side of the spectrum, finding /every/ woman beautiful and himself unworthy. Where Baby 5 aims to prove her worth from any one person and seeks a reason for her receiving kindness, Sanji places himself below all the women he meets and grovels in attempt to please as they stand on their pedestals. 

Sanji was raised by Zeff- someone who had a strong influence in how Sanji perceives and treats women. Sanji’s hunger for love was enhanced by the teaching of strict gender roles and emphasis on chivalry. While Baby 5 longs to be the helpful wife, Sanji becomes the pursuer- acting like a white knight as he sought women’s attention. That’s not to say his attraction isn’t real, but his extreme reactions to women reflect his desperation to please. 

Sanji also has the added factor of the men vs women in his life prior to Zeff, with only his mother and sister showing him kindness. Women were safer; and Zeff furthered this belief through his teachings.  

They’re both self-sacrificial to a dangerous degree. To them, their lives are indispensable; meaning if someone needs to die for the greater good then that’s the role they feel they were made for. Their life IS other people.

This is also interesting to consider in the perspective of non-heterosexual relationships. Sanji has a complicated past with gender/sexuality, so his aggressive actions towards men reflect what he feels a “real man” should be. Feminine attention is good, acceptable to enjoy, but male attention is something to scorn.

For Baby 5, we don’t really see her react to the kindness of a woman. She grew up around predominantly men and men appear to be the ones who most often take advantage of her. It’s curious to consider if meeting another woman with good intentions would allow her to be more sincere. 

I guess in conclusion I often see Baby 5’s actions being recognized as a response to her past, but I don’t often see Sanji’s explained similarly. Personally I think Sanji’s behavior is greatly effected by his starve for love, and he throws himself into it just like Baby 5. However, the way theyre perceived is greatly effected by their gender and their according behavior to fit the norms. Regardlessly, he and Baby 5 both rely on other people to find their worth- and the quickest way to do that is to turn to romantic love. 

[toxicanonymity]

Woke up trying to be productive today but my brain is like "no, we will only think about raider!joel today <3". So that's how my day is going.

Could we maybe get a nsfw alphabet with raider!joel (or literally any/all of them 'cause I'm obsessed)? Or maybe some similar hcs?

Thank you for being that into raider!Joel! 🤍 I Included the few I did elsewhere. . .you asked first but the other one was easier lol. Did these pretty quick, might expand later. NSFW 18+ Misc

A = Aftercare - Will say you did good, help you get dressed. Calls you sweet pea / baby. These twisted moments of affection, combined with your orgasm hormones, bond you further to him. Messed up.

B = Body part - Loves to parade his raging erection.

C = Cum - Won't warn you. Typical load is 7-10 mL in 7-8 spurts. Has a vasectomy. May come on you or in you.

D = Dirty secret - IDK if he has any shame that would lend itself to having secrets. Maybe the fact that he was a father. He's buried his old life way down deep.

E = Experience - Expert and very smooth operator.

F = Favorite position - Gets off on making you choose. Otherwise, depends on the setting and situation. Does he need to show you off/possess you? Does he need to dominate you?

G = Goofy - He has sick ways of amusing himself and having fun. Like making someone jack off for their life. The first time he fucked you he made a depraved joke right after it. Very dark sense of humor.

H = Hair - Ungroomed, mostly black.

I = Intimacy - Not romantic or intimate but will praise you. And his possessiveness (ex: holding you tight at night, protecting you) could be mistaken for intimacy. It's not that he puts it on fakely - he's kinda treating you like a kitten.

J = Jack off - Before he met you, on a raid he might have jacked off then come on someone.

K = Kink  - Major exhibitionist.  Had a good time cucking Jack, might try it again sometime. Likes how you look tied up (for your own good). Dacryphilia.

L = Location - Dirty mattress since day 1. But anywhere. May get off on making you choose this too.

M = Motivation - His own dominance turns him on. Including when you're vulnerable/pitiful.

N = No - Not a good guy.

O = Oral - He's good at it even if he's not trying to be (like erasing someone's touch). And yeah he does like his cock sucked, might fuck your face. Ultimate dominance.

P = Pace - He's concerned more with power than pace. Moderate pace but adjusts to whatever suits him in the moment.

Q = Quickie - Any time, anywhere

R = Risk - He's a walking risk. Idk if it would even occur to him whether something might be risky. He's so self-assured.

S = Stamina - Very high stamina.

T = Toys - Not unless you count restraints/blindfold. This is post-outbreak.

U = Unfair - Doesn't want you to come if you haven't been a good girl.

V = Volume - Moderate by default but as loud as he needs to be (depending on the setting) if he's showing his dominance or possessing you. Sometimes quiet just for BDE effect like when he fucked you in the van.

W = Wild card - He's like sugarcoated poison. He calls you pet names, praises you, but he's just vile and depraved. Has a gentle touch but also manhandles you and gets rough. And he'll get turned on at the most offensive times.

X = X-ray - 20 cm (8”). Proportional girth.  Middle is slightly thicker.  Kind of duo-toned, pink and tanner pink, tip is pink. Grower.  Balls on the larger side.  Relatively veiny. 

Y = Yearning - Very high. He fucked you three times within a few hours the day he took you.

Z = Zzz - Falls asleep very quickly if he wants to.

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RAIDER JOEL MASTER LIST

Master List: TLOU - Joel Miller

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All joel: @ethanhoewke @silkiers @eiviea @evyiione @xdaddysprincessxx @queerly-anxious @chernayawidow @ambassadortotrilliusprime   @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog @jasminespringtime @romanarose  @fandomsfallnomore @djarinxore @lokanda

[phyrexian-lesbian]

Final Take on Series 14/Season 40

(It will never be season one cry about it)

Alright so Space Babies brings the while season down at least 50% so we're gonna ignore that episode- which is also useful advice for anyone watching Doctor who.

Excluding space babies, there are a handful of episodes that, stand-alone, are really good. Of course, there'd never be more than a handful because the international franchise pairing with corporate overlords only had time for 9 episodes apparently.

In fact, I like most of the season, considering I don't watch them as a season. Church on Ruby Road was interesting, playing with the idea of magic and the Timeless Child arc.

The Devil's Chord was fun and intriguing, playing with the gods and monsters idea again, and having cool 4th wall breaks and a fun villain. Its drawbacks were the stupid fucking musical number that rtd wrote with no canon reason other than "Maestro's influence", which is a repeat of what he did with the 60th (writing utter bullshit and pinning it on a stupid fucking cause that makes 0 canon sense).

Boom was incredible. For starters, it was written by someone who wasn't rtd, so that's amazing. Also, as a theatre kid, having tur central actor unable to move their body for the entire performance tickled my brain in all the best ways. All in all, it felt like an episode from 12's era, when Doctor was at its peak for me. Great episode. Made me hopeful for the future (hahahaha😶)

73 Yards was also incredible (ignoring the finale). It heightened that (false) sense of mystery surrounding Ruby, and ramped up the horror subtheme started by Wild Blue Yonder. I really enjoyed it, and it was a great story. Felt a lot like Heaven Sent, which is am achievement (All of this praise is for the standalone. RTD pissed all over his good writing with the finale, and 73 Yards was ruined by EoD).

Dot and Bubble played with some interesting ideas but was kinda meh. It was a cool reality to see 15 suffer racism (bit like 13 suffering misogyny), and it was good to see the Doctor mad again.

Rogue was very cool, and I thought it was great. Made me wish we had a Thasmin kiss tho.

Legend of Ruby Sunday, aka the good half of the finale, was very interesting. All the mystery and the magic and the reunions. They dismissed the whole bigeneration plot line, and the fact that 15 didn't see any of this shit coming meant that the bigeneration plot line was completely fucked. 14 and 15 aren't the same person in a looped time line. They're just clones of each other. The whole "therapy" situation is utter bullshit. RTD just can't kill t*nnant for shit (fr love David Tennant in other stuff and as a person in general just getting sick of him in Dr who). Sutekh's reveal could have been handled a bit better, but overall his entrance gave me chills. Loved that. Just needed a bit more detail on how he avoided the TARDIS sensors for two thousand years.

And finally, the episode that untied all the others from each other, Empire of Death. The mystery that terrified Maestro, the God of music and revels, and caught the obsession of Sutekh, the God of death and eternity, was utter bullshit. Ruby's mum is just some guy. A nice thought- we thought she was some godlike entity but she was just an ordinary human. Except. We didn't think that. RTD wrote that. The snow, the "song in her soul", the fact that Ruby's mum couldn't be perceived with anything but the naked eye, not even with Time Lord equipment- that's all superhuman shit. You can't explain that away with "she's normal". That's not how it works. Oh and the God of literal actual Death was defeated by a real good dogleash? Nah man. If you want us to take things seriously, don't pull shit like that. Also they defeated him literally the same way they did last time, adding the aforementioned dog leash. Also the fact that her mum is just normal means that the whole mystery about the specter's words in 73 yards is just... pointless? Completely useless?

Also, no one names their daughter by pointing at a sign (that wasn't there in the original shot).

And Ruby's exit was so nothing. I didn't feel a single thing. There was no emotional connection to the character. She left of her own directive. After 9 45minute episodes. Don't know if people honestly were emotional about that, because there was nothing there.

Overall, good episodes. Bad season.

[differenteagletragedy]

i love love love! the poly hcs so much! i always imagine cove and mc to be able to communicate without saying much/anything (i.e just looking at each other) cause they’ve known each other for so long. and i just think it’s funny to imagine, in a poly relationship, a troublemaker mc and cove just looking at each other all 👀😏 (probably about to cause trouble) and derek and baxter just being like “oh no, they’re back it again” skdjsjjxdj

anyway could we maybe get some more poly hcs or something 👉👈 it could be general hcs or something more specific (i.e moving into a house, adopting a pet, someone’s sick, possible group weddings???, a baby(s)???, etc), or just a random assortment, idk but i’m here for it all! 🥺 literally thank you so much for your service to the olba fans, your blog has been feeding me skdjsjsjdn

I think MC and Cove would be like that too! They have a special bond, no matter what. I'm glad you liked those specific ones though, I was nervous about it! Here's a few more :) -- When you move to a house, you have at least one nosy neighbor who is desperate to figure out what's going on. Baxter mows the lawn and he's out in his special little outfit tending to the garden and then Derek is outside too, working on the roof or building some new addition, so maybe they're together. But then Cove comes out and eats stuff that Baxter hands him from the garden, so maybe they're the couple. But Cove also helps Derek build stuff? And you're there too with your skills and hobbies? What does it all mean?

-- FOUR PLAYER MARIO KART. Baxter got Derek a Switch for his birthday, Cove got some games and you got enough controllers for everybody. Derek is the best. Cove may or may not stay up late for a bit after you get the new setup so he can hold his own in the game.

-- Really just a lot of Baxter having visions for the house, Derek executing them, and Cove being a big boy who can help lift stuff and help out wherever he's needed.

-- You and Baxter bake cakes for the birthdays. It's your special thing.

-- Everybody has to go skinny dipping at least once and that's final.

-- Derek wants a dog. Baxter wants a cat. Cove has his fish. It is a conundrum. But Derek does his research and finds a breed that will fit in well with your lifestyle that is also known to be good with cats so that everyone can be happy.

-- Baxter is fine if his cat is a jerk though, he thinks it's funny.

-- You have to keep an eye on Baxter though because he might start "finding" cats.

Baxter, holding a stray like it is the most precious treasure on earth (it is): The poor thing was all alone and frightened, what would you have had me do?

Cove, cat-proofing his fish tank again: Literally anything else.

-- Derek pumps the gas. If you have to do it, then he failed.

-- If you're all together, Cove will run inside the station while Derek pumps for snacks. Memorizing everyone's favorite snacks is one of Cove's love languages.

Baxter: I don't want anything, Cove.

Cove: Ok. *comes back a few minutes later with sour gummies, hands them to Baxter*

-- If you all decide to get married, like if everybody loves everybody like that, then Baxter is going to have a lot of feelings about it, obviously.

-- What would probably make the most sense is for you and Cove to get legally married and then for Derek and Baxter to get legally married as well. You and Cove go way back, and Derek and Baxter have a special bond as well.

-- But you can't have weddings for these, it'll just be a paper deal to cover everyone. The actual wedding has to be a ceremony with all four of you. Baxter would feel very strongly about this, so that no one is excluded, and so this is how it'll have to go.

-- Baxter plans it too, of course. Derek does everything he can to help, he keeps asking Baxter what he can do. That boy would bake the cake if Baxter asked him (Xavier will make the cake, don't worry). Meanwhile, Cove is like "Yay, wedding!"

-- Another thing is that I think Thanksgiving would be important for this lil gang. Baxter likes it because it's the Fall Holiday, and fall is his favorite. He cooks, too -- it might take him a few years, but he's going to get the hang of that turkey, don't worry. Derek likes the thought of everyone being thankful, it makes him feel cozy. Cove likes to eat. It's a good time!

[starry-mist]

S5e15 and s5e16 thoughts:

Obviously I need to do these ones together. I'm also going to try to do this as sort of a review rather than general thoughts...it's my first time trying this so be nice, LOL.

I have a few thoughts before I jump into the episodes.

One of the main reasons (other than the obvious one of having these additional characters with their own storyline that initially seems separate from what the series regulars are doing) that this initially felt like a backdoor pilot is because one of the titular characters is noticeably absent. And we know this was because John and Meghan were expecting their third child to be born right around the time this was scheduled to film, so he wasn't available. I'm not saying it couldn't still be a backdoor pilot, but I think it's unlikely for the moment.

The story we got was very different from the original synopsis in the article about the Ontario government funding production in Northern Ontario (https://www.nugget.ca/news/five-film-tv-productions-receive-funding) which again, is likely because John was unavailable so they launched Sarah and Jesse into the spotlight for this one.

I know Jesse fans have a lot of feelings about his glasses, and I agree that the explanation for why he no longer wears them is pretty weak. Fans of this show do have a tendency to fixate on changes in character appearances (see also: much controversy on Facebook about Charlie's season 6 hair.) Anyway, characters evolve, people change, I'm just going to leave it at that. Maybe Justin was just sick of wearing them.

Without further ado:

We open with a lovely aerial shot of “Webster Bay,” which I’m sure is 100% a real place and totally not North Bay, Ontario. (It's absolutely not a real place.) A couple is having a romantic moment by the side of the road. Very sweet. Until it turns out the man is there to rob the house across the street. That's...perhaps a little less sweet.

The home invasion/robbery hits a little snag when the homeowner is, well, home, and goes at the would-be robber with a sizeable pair of scissors. He accidentally knocks her out trying to disarm her, and it's time for the happy couple to GTFO.

Roll credits.

Back in St. John's, the Major Crimes team has ordered lunch. Jesse gets an ominous phone call from his previously-never-mentioned sister.

It's the season of new family members coming out of the woodwork. Sigh.

Anyway, Jesse's sister is in Northern Ontario, as far as he knows (which is apparently where they both grew up...look I'm just going to keep rolling my eyes at all of these things that could have been mentioned IN FOUR PREVIOUS SEASONS) and is in trouble. Come quick. No cops. Doesn't sound sketchy at all...

Jesse's ready to go to her rescue, but Charlie doesn't think he should go alone.

Sarah: You want to go with him?

Charlie: I was thinking you. And Rex.

(Yeah, remember those establishing moments I mentioned in the previous two episodes? Those are now relevant.)

Apparently Charlie has some important stuff he has to take care of.

(Please remind me I need to someday write a fic about Charlie’s guilt at sending the trio into harms way.)

This whole scene is a little forced, IMHO, but anyway, off they go.

Cut to Ontario, where we now have MEGAN FREAKING FOLLOWS, OMG, BE STILL MY ANNE OF GREEN GABLES-LOVING HEART. At this point, I should note that I do love these fleshed-out original characters and their stories, which initially feel strange given we've never seen them before, but will make sense later.

(Pause for my usual commentary of same actor, different character: Cihang Ma previously played Holly in s3’s Seeing is Deceiving. Here they play Detective Kai Huang, and let me just express my appreciation for a non-binary actor playing a non-binary role.)

Anyway, Detective Anne of Green Gables Sidney Scott is on scene and having flashbacks. It looks like she lost someone close to her. Kai thinks the people who broke in were addicts. Sidney has other ideas. She talks to the victim's husband, Tim Cooper, who apparently worked with her husband as well. But she makes it clear that she's definitely off work and totally not on the case.

Right...

Back to St. John’s, Charlie is having someone dig up Constable Charlie Hudson’s incident reports from October 30, 2009. Okay first off, I would have appreciated some flashbacks to a younger Charlie, but I don't always get what I want (rarely, in fact.) And we find out that Charlie is investigating his "white whale" of a child abduction case that has haunted him for 14 years, which has of course been foreshadowed in prior seasons because this show is so amazing at continuity. /s

Cut to Charlie's house, with him taping up a makeshift "murder board" on the wall. My dude, you're going to need to repaint...

Meanwhile in Ontario, we have lovely wide shots of fall colours. So pretty. We also have rapid-fire voiceover exposition from Sarah and Jesse on their arrival, where they're going, how long it's taken them to get there, and honestly, this is yet another of those "show, don't tell" moments that this show struggles with.

The trio arrive at “an old Cold War missile site” where Jesse and Crystal came when they were kids, riding their bikes down from his uncle’s place. Questions abound about who actually raised Jesse, who has mentioned his mom (in a throwaway line in s2) and a deceased father. Now there was apparently an uncle? Okay we'll go with it. Anyway, Jesse and Crystal used to hang out here and build camps in abandoned buildings.

Sarah and Rex are the third wheels (actually fourth and fifth, I suppose) in the Jesse/Crystal/random sketchy boyfriend scene as they head into an abandoned hangar. Sketchy boyfriend (who has a name that I'm not bothering to look it up given he won't be around that long) wants to know if these new additions are cool.

Sarah: Dr. Sarah Truong, hi. We’re cool.

(I don't know why I find that line so amusing.)

Rex senses danger. Looks like it's time to GTFO of the hangar.

This is where I point out that two of these characters are weapons-trained cops, one of whom we have seen is basically a sharpshooter…And none of this apparently matters as neither of them have a weapon on hand that they can use. Oops.

Going to have to suspend disbelief at the fact that the sniper can instantly kill the bf, shoot out the tires on Sarah and Jesse's rental car (that's going to be a hefty repair bill,) but then they're all just able to run out in the open and magically escape…right.

This is pretty elaborate for a scene that is essentially just a setup for the plane crash.

Sidney Scott visits a man named Elvis Migwan outside the local hospital. We learn that there is a local Indigenous community whose water has apparently been affected by runoff from a mining operation. Elvis's daughter is sick. And this is a really relevant topic given how many Indigenous communities in Canada lack access to clean water.

Back to the airfield, and I'm just going to speculate that they blew the budget on this next scene and on the plane crash.

Apparently flight simulator games have taught Jesse enough that he can figure out how to fly a plane...again, suspending disbelief. The team take to the skies and are promptly shot down by the sniper, as my anxiety begins to ratchet up.

The remote lake where they crash would be a pretty place to camp in any other circumstance.

Anne of Green Gables Sidney has a nice, large house. It's actually pretty big for one person. Hey, Sidney has that in common with Charlie. They should hang out. Inspector Yousef Ali stops by and brings Sidney dinner. It's a salad. She's displeased. I start to ship them.

Charlie and Joe have a scene at Charlie’s house and it's just not working for me. I can't help it. The whole Alison case appearing out of the blue feels forced.

(However, Joe is totally checking out the new, shall we say, feminine touches in Charlie’s house.)

At the crash site, Jesse manages to smash open his door when there were two perfectly good open ones on the other side of the plane, because reasons? Crystal’s wrist is probably broken, Jesse’s got some cracked ribs…but at least they have a doctor with them who’s totally in one piece and definitely not injured.

Sarah asks for a first aid kit, presumably to do, you know, actual first aid...oh wait, no, instead she scribbles some notes on a piece of paper, which she rolls into a little case that she attaches to Rex's collar. With a tearful hug, she sends Rex off into the wilderness.

Cue “The Littlest Hobo” theme.

Rex wanders the woods.

Sidney Scott decides to go back to work.

Back at the crash site, we find out Crystal’s a pretty big screwup, and Jesse chastises her for her messing up her life. Not super helpful at the moment, Jesse.

Sarah starts to look disoriented and possibly in pain. This is going to get worse before it gets better.

Rex encounters some sort of bird of prey (I think it's a hawk, but I'm not an expert.) No worries, he'll just hide under a bridge for a moment.

Another "same actor different character" moment: the actor playing Bertrand Boyle previously appeared as Tucker Moore in s4’s No Man is an Island.

Rex is under a sky full of stars, which I'm sure he'd pause to appreciate if there weren't a pack of wolves nearby. I believe I read somewhere that Sherri Davis who trains the dogs actually trained all the animals that appeared in this one. I’m in awe of her talent.

Morning at the crash site. Crystal is about to peace out. Jesse talks her into staying. And Sarah wakes up in rough shape.

And here is where I state that Mayko Nguyen is the best actor on this show, fight me. She completely nailed that subtle shift when Sarah realizes that she's injured, and more seriously than she initially thought.

(Side note: I love that Mayko is wearing her trademark huge puffy warm coat. She is apparently always cold.)

So anyway, Sarah has realized that she's bleeding internally, and tells Jesse that he'll need to operate.

Right…

Sarah: You can do anything you put your mind to, Jesse Mills. You just flew a plane!

I really hope they submitted this episode for this year's Canadian Screen Awards.

On his continued trek through the wilderness, Rex encounters the most fearsome of woodland creatures: a skunk. Oh no! What if he ends up smelly?!! Anyway, Rex wins the territorial battle, and over the log bridge he goes.

Oh look, an owl.

So many critters.

There's a road! And with a short swim, Rex has officially made it back to civilization where he is promptly picked up by some sinister characters in a truck.

I'm not going into the gory details of Jesse doing field surgery on Sarah, because I still find it hard to watch, but anyway, give Mayko an Emmy. Hell, give her an Oscar. Give her all the things.

...right now, because I’m not watching these separately.

Ugh. Field surgery. I feel very much the same way as Jesse does when it comes to blood.

Cut to the Ontario Police Service (or whatever they’re calling their version of Ontario Provincial Police) HQ building, which I’m pretty sure is part of Nipissing University, as is the “hospital” we see later.

Detective Scott, meet Rex. He'll keep you on your toes.

See you later, sketchbags in the pickup truck. Nobody messes with our boy Rex.

Oh hey, it’s Charlie Hudson. Kind of forgot about that guy for a moment. Anyway Charlie and Joe get a call from Sidney about the plane crash. Charlie holds back...really any emotion whatsoever.

Sidney! Rex! Helicopter!

Sidney sends Charlie a photo of the note that Rex brought her, and Charlie recognizes Sarah’s handwriting. Joe tries to be reassuring. Okay, now they're showing a little bit of worry at the unknown fate of their friends.

Sarah is now semi-conscious and making last requests.

Sarah: If I don’t make it you have to find Rex…tell Charlie…

Jesse: No, you’re gonna tell him yourself…

Me: Tell him what, exactly? Because you've been a couple more than long enough that I refuse to believe there have been no "I love yous" exchanged, even if we've yet to see it said on screen.

Anyway Sarah passes back out, while I continue to hyperventilate.

Cut to St. John's. Charlie feels guilty for not going. Joe steers him back into his B plot. It still feels forced.

Sidney chatting "with" Rex as he leads her through the woods cracks me up.

At the crash site, Sarah wakes up feverish. She knows she probably an infection. So she should totally drink the unfiltered lake water Crystal brings her, because what’s a little E. coli going to do? Anyway apparently it’s all good as long as the paramedics push IV antibiotics…whatever. Sidney and Rex of course arrive at exactly the right time!

Rex lays protectively on his “mom.”

And the look Sidney gives Crystal tells us her shit is officially about to hit the fan.

Jesse has a phone call with Joe and Charlie to fill them in on all the nitty-gritty. Charlie wants to talk to Sarah, who is now in actual surgery. Jesse goes to check on his sister, who is now under arrest.

Crystal: I just watched my boyfriend get shot and killed and was pretty sure we were all gonna die in a plane crash. It’s been a lot.

Sarah Swire's deadpan delivery of the above lines is just so good.

Sidney questions Crystal, and it become clear that she definitely has a personal stake in this. Crystal swears there was no gun at the house her boyfriend robbed. She wants Jesse to cover for her by taking the backpack full of money, which of course he does. For now.

Sidney: Are you here as a cop or a brother?

Jesse: I have to be both.

Rex wants to help Sidney track the shooter. This could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship!

In Sarah's hospital room, she's sitting up in bed and talking to Charlie, albeit briefly. That conversation should have been longer and more emotional.

Tracking the shooter leads to more amusing Sidney and Rex "conversation." They find the type of gun that was used to kill Sidney’s husband. Suddenly Sidney's personal stake in the case makes sense.

Jesse and Sarah chat in her hospital room where she's looking pretty well recovered considering she just had two abdominal surgeries...and then she’s up and at it looking over forensics with Kai. It turns out Kai had the wrong time of death.

Joe reassures Charlie, who is feeling stuck on the Alison case, that he’s a great cop, great detective, blah blah. Says he needs to figure out how to move on so he can be ready for the next people who need his help. So clearly we’re done with this case and it definitely won’t reappear in a future episode...*eyes the next episode on the list*

The totally-not-the-shooter guy whose name I can’t be bothered to learn thinks Sidney’s husband would want her to move on and enjoy the life she has left. Okay then.

It seems that Crystal did in fact know that there would be money in the house. Also she knows about the contaminated runoff situation from the mine. Working as a cleaner, she managed to overhear all kinds of things, and through creative use of french fries, casually explains to Jesse how the mine’s money laundering scheme worked.

Incoming sniper. Again. Rex attempts a takedown but the sniper nearly runs him over with his car. Well, at least they should have a license plate now, assuming Jesse can actually see it without his glasses.

Seeing that it's time to come clean, the Mills siblings take the backpack full of money to Sidney. Crystal reveals how she knew the money was at the Cooper house by basically rehashing everything she just told Jesse. And maintains that her brush with law-breaking was "just one time."

Jesse to Crystal: Rex is really disappointed in you.

Sidney goes back to Elvis Migwan and asks how he knew about the mine runoff. And we now know that her husband faked the reports that said the water was clean.

Back at home, Sidney rips down her wall murder board. She's coming to terms with who her husband really was. He was killed in order to keep him quiet, but he knew a lot more than he let on.

Sidney goes off to question Tim Cooper, who is the actual mastermind behind all of this. Inspector Ali tells her she needs backup. It looks like she rolls up with just Rex, who stays in the car.

Sniper dude is on the scene. Oh, apparently his name is Wayne.

Rex takes him down.

Sidney gets a confession from Cooper.

And the rest of the backup team comes out of hiding.

Sidney, needing to make amends, takes a USB with proof of the falsified mine records to Elvis Migwan. It's everything he will need for his lawsuit against the mining company.

Jesse and Crystal chat as he is ready to head back home. Maybe she'll visit St. John's someday. (Here’s hoping.)

Sid puts away a photo of her and her husband. Ali shows up. Sidney tells him she's planning to sell the house, and that she doesn’t like salad. He's brought her a burger this time.

Could be love.

Sidney swears she's getting groceries tomorrow, and will be back at work on Monday. She's picking up the pieces. She also wants to choose her own partner. Say hello to Little Rex.

Sarah, Jesse and Rex head for the plane.

Jesse: You know, second time's the charm flying the plane.

Sarah: Too soon!

Charlie pulls the pictures of Alison off his wall. He's letting it go.

The door opens, and we get probably my favourite Charah scene ever. The clinging hug. The concern for each other. The intimacy of their foreheads pressed together as they gently sway.

Swoon.

Best episodes ever.

[imthefemalemonster]

Hi! I was reading your stories and they are absolutely fantastic! That said can I get prompts #67, #69 and #95 from here with Daemon T. x fem reader, please?(nsfw)

Hello honey, thank you so much, it's very appreciated. (♡♡♡) Of course you can, I hope you like it. ♡

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⸻Playing Games

Daemon Targaryen x Female!Reader (Smut)

⸻Summary: Daemon x Fem!Reader with smut prompts: “did you touch yourself while i was gone” + “if you interrupt me one more time— so help me god” + “touch me and you lose”

Tags: Established Relationship, Unspecified Timeline, Shameless Smut, PIV, Hand Jobs, Anal Sex, Kisses, Orgasm, No beta do I want to be him or date him

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Notes: No context, no plot, just pure smut with the man Daemon himself. Requested by anon, hope you like it. ♡

REQUESTS CLOSED

⸻Words: 2551

You laid in bed, half naked, breaths heavy as you tried to find rest after a well deserved climax. It had been days that felt like an eternity to you. You caught a cold, unsure how. You cared little, because the most important thing was that you were forced to rest and to stay all day in bed by your husband. Daemon was simply worried for you, despite you telling him each second of the day that you were feeling good. But until the Maester, and mostly Daemon, told you to rest, you did as you were told.

Boredom was your only companion, Daemon left early in the day, came late into the night. You lived a very happy life alongside him, but it was also a very sex driven relationship. None of you had hidden it when your wedding came, and it always fulfilled you both. However this was exactly the worst part of being sick, you hadn’t touched each other in days. Despite your calls and pleas to Daemon the past few days, he had insisted you rested. It had greatly frustrated you, it wasn’t like him to deny you, or even himself. Both your frustrations mixed day after day, you couldn’t wait for it to be over, to crawl into Daemon arms and make one again.

A frail sheet covered your wetness, legs slightly parted away, your breast exposed to the afternoon sun. You didn’t often touch yourself, it bored you quickly. You only liked it if it was for Daemon to watch, or even participate himself. Body sore, you sighed as you rolled on the bed to face the other side, a familiar face sitting there, staring at you.

“S-shit!”, you gasped.

Your body jolted, skin still hot from your orgasm but tensing as Daemon stood there, observing you from toes to head. It wasn’t the first time you had been found in such depravity, often for teasing or to put on a show for the man himself, but there he had neither been invited nor warned. A smirk grew on his face as you squirmed on the bed.

“Someone had their fun while I was away I see…”

His voice was low, deep, far from disappointed but still with a hint of regret.

“I told you I was fine”, you hissed, “But you wouldn't listen”, you raised your eyes to the ceiling, “So I had to take matters in my own hands.”

He laughed at the words, tongue languidly wetting his lower lip, his stare fixated on your covered legs.

“Did you touch yourself while I was gone, pretty wife?”

You pouted at the words, body holding back a laugh, sticking your tongue out like an arrogant child.

“I was simply worried”, scoffed Daemon, amused by your manners, “Since you can reach your own climax yourself, I can definitely see that you are doing bet-”

“I was doing better days ago!”. You threw the words at him, cutting him as he raised an eyebrow at your insolence. You sensed him tense on the chair, fingernails digging in his knees as his palms rested on them. Gods you loved the sight of him frustrated, hungry. His eyes told a thousand words you didn’t need to hear: how he wanted to ruin you as much as you wanted him to.

“I can take care of you then…”, he paused, hungry eyes traveling on your naked form, lilac orbs staring at your generous breast, nipples hard as they were inviting him, “Can make sure to have you moaning and beggi-”

“Hm-hm!”, you hummed as your back hit the mattress with nonchalance. Words got stuck in his throat. Frustration and need burnt inside Daemon as you turned your eyes away from him, you went from amusing him to annoying him. But he knew it was only a game, you would tease him and your insolence only made him grow harder and hungrier. His shaft throbbed in his breeches, he thanked the gods he loved how you played with him and how it only made the intercourse better later, if he only listened to his instincts your knees and cunt would be ablaze from how good he took you from behind.

“Such a bad wife”, he husked standing up like a predator, throwing his top and pants away, crawling closer. His digits brushed the sheets, wanting to sink his fingernails into your tender skin, bite your neck, bury himself so deep in your sweet cunt the sickness would run away in fear, “Such a needy whore for a husband’s cock and-”

“Tell me more!”, you yelled, exhaling loudly as your eyes were closed, mimicking falling asleep next to him.

Daemon stopped, it was fun, until you took it a bit too far. Usually hearing his filthy words as much as yours aroused you both, it was playful and exciting.

“If you interrupt me one more time-”, he warned, creeping closer to you on the mattress, almost above you. You could see each last barrier of his patience breaking. It had been days. You could tease him just a little bit more, and you would get the best fuck ever.

“So help me, Gods!”

Daemon laughed loudly at your comment. Head crushing into yours as your lips brushed, breathing each other’s air, dizzy from the hotness in the room. You couldn’t hold it anymore, mouth starving, folds dripping as you closed your legs to find some friction.

“Eager now are we? Going to beg for your dragon’s cock?”

“I’ve been begging for my husband cock’s for days!”, you shouted at his face, licking your lips in the sinfullest manner you could, saliva running down your chin. He stared in silence, grinning as a thousand dirty words rushed through his mind. You were so perfect. You would take him so perfectly.

Daemon hands reached for your waist, gripping harshly as he intended to flip you over, feeding you his seed by behind. You jumped at the touch, squirming away on the bed. He stared at you, confused, it wasn’t like you to deny him.

“Let’s play a game.”, you spoke, a large smile on your face.

“Now? Really?”, his mouth fell open, “After days you don’t want me to touch you-”

You could have scared him, him the Rogue Prince, from how large this grin grew on your face as he spoke these words he wished he never said.

“Yes!”, you mewled, pushing him on his back, hands resting, “I’ll climb on my beautiful, large, husband’s cock, ride it…”, you paused as the words escaped you mouth, your desire alongside them, “Simple rules: touche me with your hands and you lose.” Your voice was sweet, breath guiding your breast up and down, rejoicing into the sight of him pondering at your words.

“This is unfair”, he laughed, “And pretty stupid, little wife”. Daemon's shoulders moved up as he smirked, his scars beautiful on the pearl skin, “If I wanted to overpower you I would.” His hands tried to grip you but you were surprisingly fast. You moved down between his legs, your palm gripping his erection harshly as he groaned at the touch, head tilted as a warning.

“F-fucking filthy girl”, he howled, head resting back on the cushion, his eyes never leaving you.

You discarded your nightgown easily, standing naked under his burning stare, your skin tensing at the sight. His length throbbed in your hand, your mouth watering, it was so big, always had been. It didn’t matter how many times you had taken him, in hand, in your mouth, your cunt. You gagged and stretched around him, so tight each time it entered. Your motions sped up, starting from the base, brushing into his mess of pubic hair, to the leaking top, wet with precum. It was so angry in your hand, Daemon reacting to all your touches. You laid on the bed, lowering your head so your lips only brushed him. Daemon’s hips moved up to meet your mouth, eager to bury it inside, but you denied him, raising your head, laughing.

“Fuck”, he groaned, biting his lips, hands fisting the sheet, resisting the urge to grab your head and push your mouth open on his erection, “No cocks for days and you still find the strength to resist…”

“So do you”, you mewled against his belly, head lowered to softly kissing his skin as you were still slowly, painfully jerking him off. His hips shamelessly met your hot palm, your fingers pressing at the top, tearing a low gasp off his lips. Your hot tongue roamed on his chest, savoring the scars, loving them like nobody else ever will. Behind curtains of restrain and need, Daemon could still see your devotion and kind gesture and deeply appreciated them.

You lowered your body again, hands languidly brushing his waist, hips, fingernails scratching the skin, set ablaze by your touch. Crawling closer again, you straddled Daemon, resting on his waist, standing on your knees not touching his cock yet.

“You better ride it good”, he grunted, voice low in his throat, it felt like a threat more than an advice.

You smiled, your hand gripping him again. He sighed in relief, ready to feel himself buried so deep inside you. But you wouldn’t quite give it yet. You wanted it to feel like days too, feeling like how long you had waited. If you only listened to the voice screaming deep inside you, you would sink on that cock. But you wanted him to lose it so hard he would fuck you good. As your hand returned to stroke him gently, you brushed the head just slightly between your legs, the tip only caressing your wetness, juices dripping. Daemon breathed heavily, waiting, but nothing game. You only played with his cock, rubbing against your clit and entrance, brushing it against your folds and between your lips, but not letting him get in.

Daemon had just enough. Abruptly he stood up, resting on his elbow. His hands hadn’t touched you yet, but he craved to grab your waist, push you down on him and fuck your cunt open until his spend coated your walls.

“Put it inside. Now.”, he rasped, fists digging into the mattress, “Or I’ll have to do it myself.”

You pouted, lips closed as you were still rubbing against him, you palm shy against his throbbing erection. His voice was hungry, lustful, threatening. His eyes matched his words and motions, filled with hunger. Looking at him with doe eyes, looking falsely innocent, your finger pressing against your lips, face red and flushed from arousal. You waited, waited for him to just give up, to lose.

You glimpsed something dark in his eyes, just before his broad chest moved closer, his hands grabbed your waist and forcefully sunk you down on him. You gasped, air escaping your lungs, you moans accompanied by his bestial groans as he seated himself there. You knew, despite all the time you had taken him, again and again, he was too big, every time felt like the first time. It broke you in half, stretched you open as you squirmed to adjust, feeling every veins pulsing against your flesh. The game had ended, and you let him take the lead now, just like you had wanted it. You loved his hunger, his desire for you, you never really expected him not to touch you, you just wanted to feast and come right at the moment he would lose it to his hunger for you.

“Oh, I t-think I lost…”, he mewled in your ear, both your chest meeting, hips glued to yours as he stood buried deep inside, your walls clenching around him, meeting every throbbing of his cock, “So sad, little filthy wife… I think I’ll have to make it up to you. For breaking the rules.”

His breath was hot against your ear as you took him whole, little mewls and moans escaping your lips, your hips jolting, your body begging for friction. You let one hand rest on his shoulders as he pushed his entire weight above you, sinking you into the mattress and burying his cock even deeper, his balls slapping your skin. Your other hand found his hair, pulling on them in a desperate attempt to get him to move. He laughed at the motion, both your body so hot you felt like burning.

“Beg.”, he grunted against your lips, your eyes meeting in a delightful and sinful stare.

You laughed against his lips, meeting each other in a wild grin. Gods you would beg with every word of everything known languages for him.

“Fuck me, Daemon”, you cooed, “Hard. Until I can't walk thinking about anything else but you inside me.”

Sinking his toes and knees into the mattress, Daemon could do nothing but obey, drown into your embrace and cunt as he moved out, and slammed in again. Your skins met one another at each bestial thrust, your cunt dripping around him, mewling into his ear how big he was. You could feel his head, all his length to the hilt inside. When he left, you only waited for him to slam back against, air leaving your lungs as you begged for the next thrust.

“F-fuck!”, he yelled as his pace grew quicker, erratic, wet sounds or juices and flesh mixing escaping your inner thighs, “Dirty girl and a good fuckable wife.”

You moaned at the words. You were everything he wanted and more. All for him. Fuckable. Breedable. Manhandled. Good. Better. Perfect. You gave up under his weight, crushing you onto the bed, his chest and breaths heavy above you as he lost it to pure instinct. Your legs shaked, a familiar sensation in your lower belly, burning as you approached your climax. Your body shivered, stinging everywhere as the feeling overwhelmed you. You cried out, screamed a mix of his name and noises as you clenched around him, trapping him inside as he rode your orgasm. Your mouths met, ecstatic, movements erratic, from hips pounding to lips eating one another, tongues fighting. Daemon explored your mouth, grunting inside, sending shivers down your whole body as you felt him shake, throb against your tight walls, releasing his seed deep inside. It was all so loud you wondered if the whole castle just heard you both reaching your peak in unisson.

The both of you catching your breaths, Daemon rested his head against your neck, licking and nibbling at the skin playfully. Your cheek brushed his hair, sweaty, red and flushed. His weight crushed you gently, his embrace finally taking over all your body, outside and inside. You laid there a moment, feasting on his size against your sensitive flesh, legs locked around him.

“Delicious”, Daemon commented, slightly standing up on his elbow, contemplating your mess of a face, “Worth a few days off.”, he taunted.

“I wouldn’t say it was worth the wait…”, you laughed, meeting his beautiful, impressive stare, still bare and naked under him. His. His possession and his gorgeous, sweet wife, “I’m glad we finally fucked thought.”

“Dirty…”, commented Daemon, “But my sweet, little, precious wife…”, he snarled, teeth biting the soft skin of your cheek, mouth creeping toward your ear as you shivered under him, “I do not think that’s over yet.”

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

Happy Valentine's Day! I'd like to request date night hcs for Black Mask and a fem!reader. Someone else hits on the reader - not realizing they're hitting on the Black Mask's s/o - and Roman gets jealous and possessive about it.

Reader is a sweetheart and Roman is very protective of her and likes to spoil her, but she can also be a bit of brat sometimes. Do with that what you will ;).

"What's mine is NOT yours" - Black Mask x F!reader (Valentine's Event 2024)

Happy late Valentine's Day! The whole month of February is about love it's fine. This is for the (now over) Valentine's Day Event. Also riiiiip that dude.

TW: NSFW, harassment, creep that doesn't want to hear no, possessiveness, jealousy

It was a fairly average date night apart from it being Valentine's Day. You'd had a light dinner with Roman wherein he gave you flowers, a flattering necklace and a promise to fuck stars into your eyes once you got home. After all, you were such a sweet little thing, how could he resist? You were kind, not only to him but to others. Made him protective that others could take advantage.

And you were loyal to him, in every sense.

This was to be tested as you were walking back from the bathroom. Eyes clung to you and as you turned, there was a stranger leaning over you. Grinning.

"Can I help you?" You asked directly.

The man got closer in your space, " Yeah I uh, lost my number. Can I have yours?"

"...That's your opener?" Your eyes roll, "I have a boyfriend, sorry." You were smiling half-heartedly. Already amused thinking of telling this story to other people.

It was when the man grabbed your arm that you stopped smiling. He was still going strong, "No, no, listen- I'm sorry. You're just. I saw you going in and I just think you're really cute-" Cheap alcohol on his breath.

"I really do have a boyfriend, I need to get back to him before he starts to worry." You iterate slowly. The man doesn't seem to be a threat. But as many know, even a creep who isn't a threat can become one quickly in the wrong circumstance.

"Baby, I can make you forget aaaaaall about 'im." The man is swaying before trying to be seductive in your ear. Incomprehensible nonsense that surpassed the vile.

That was when you shoved him off, "I said no."

It was then you were both surrounded by Roman's personal security on either side. Keeping the guy out of your orbit. Grabbing him by the scruff. Asking if you're okay. Once you give them confirmation, they're bringing you back to your table. Roman looks... anxious.

The man looks more anxious. Trying to spout out what happened while you calmly went over the short interaction. Afterwards, you then take your seat next to your boyfriend, feeling safe again. His knee brushes yours, a subtle reassurance that he's there. Yet his eyes never leave the stranger.

"So you wanna fuck my girl?" He says simply, "I mean ey. What's mine is yours, right?"

"No- No, I uh- I really didn't know. I'm so sorry." The man pales considerably and is waving his hands in front of him.

Roman pulls his pistol out on the table, "You didn't seem to care much when you thought it was some other guy."

"Please, I'm so sorry ma'am and mr. Black Mask, I'll never do it again, I swear to GOD-"

You can see Roman's grip tight on his gun. Hand just ghosting over the trigger. The man is sweating and looks as though he might get sick. As a kindness, you scoot your chair closer to your boyfriend, lean your head on his shoulder and put one hand firmly on his thigh.

You whisper, "I really think he's sorry, don't you?" A squeeze. Roman grunts. His grip loosens.

As he puts the gun away, he waves his hand, "Get ridda this guy. You see him again, break his fuckin' ankle." Just like that, the man who had been flirting with you is weeping thank you's towards you both as the grunts drag him away.

"That was nice of you." You almost purr.

"That's me. A nice fuckin' guy. Don't I get a reward for being such a sweet guy?" He's demanding your lips on his neck and mask which you oblige in kindly. He sighs, "You alright?"

You stop for a moment, "I'm good now. Just got scary for a second. Not the fun kind."

That made him laugh, "No? What's the fun kind?"

For a moment you genuinely think on it. Then you put your body flush to his, "If you'd walked over instead of your guards and you had to... show him who I belonged to."

"Oh? You would have wanted that? That's fun?" He's grabbing your hand and pressing it to his pants against his hard cock, "You think it's fun when I fuck you to tell everybody else to back off?"

You shudder, "Y-yeah... Love being yours-" You're almost tempted to start something here, now.

"You love it? Cute. That's my sweet thing." Then he's pulling away, "Be careful, I might fuck you on a table next time."

A mild groan of disappointment, "Tease."

The two of you laughed while he hailed down for the check. Both of you were riled up and the night was young. You felt safe and he felt secure. There was no doubt as the two of you left for the night that were in love. It would become a story whispered in rumor for why you never hit on Black Mask's girlfriend.