#he's trying to play this off like it's not a big deal

[solxamber]

And I Choose...

In which you pick the dorm you want to join

Part 1: Choose Us

Heartslabyul

You never thought you’d see the day when you’d be willingly moving into Heartslabyul, but here you were, standing at the entrance with your bags (and Grim, who was loudly complaining about the lack of a tuna fountain).

Riddle was the first to greet you, looking as composed as ever. “Welcome to Heartslabyul,” he said, hands clasped behind his back. His voice was formal, but the slight upward twitch of his lips betrayed his excitement. “I trust you’ll follow the rules properly now that you’re part of this dorm.”

Before you could respond, Trey appeared beside him, looking far more relaxed. “We’re glad to have you here,” he said with a warm smile. “I already saved you a slice of cake—figured you’d need a snack after all the chaos today.”

Bless this man. Truly.

“Say cheese!”

You barely had time to process Cater’s voice before you were blinded by the flash of his phone. “Oh my Sevens, the new dormie vibe is immaculate! This is totally going on Magicam!” He snapped another selfie, this time pulling you into the frame. “And guess what? I’m using my clones to make moving day a breeze! You’re welcome!”

True to his word, Cater’s clones were already grabbing your stuff. You stared in disbelief as three Cater clones carried a single small bag together while laughing like they were in a cheesy sitcom. Efficiency clearly wasn’t their strong suit, but at least they were trying.

And then there was Ace and Deuce. The moment you’d announced your decision to join Heartslabyul, the duo had erupted into what could only be described as the most uncoordinated, chaotic victory dance you’d ever seen.

Deuce was spinning in circles like he was trying to summon a tornado, while Ace alternated between bad breakdancing and finger guns pointed at no one in particular. “We won! We won!” they chanted, completely ignoring the way Riddle’s eye was twitching in disapproval.

“You know,” you said, watching them make absolute fools of themselves, “I think I made the right choice.”

Grim snorted from his perch on one of your bags. “You’re surrounded by idiots, henchhuman.”

“Maybe,” you said with a grin. “But they’re my idiots.”

Savanaclaw

The moment you announced that you’d chosen Savanaclaw, chaos erupted.

Jack’s tail started wagging so hard it was like a propeller trying to take off. You half-expected him to lift into the air. “You won’t regret it,” he said, his usually calm voice brimming with excitement. “We’ll make sure you feel at home here.”

Ruggie wasted no time grabbing you in a headlock and giving you the noogie of a lifetime. “I knew you’d make the smart choice! You, me, and all this bribe cash—donuts for a whole year, easy! You’re officially part of the Savanaclaw hustle now!”

“Ruggie, I swear, if you ruin my hair—”

But the true shocker was Leona. At first, he played it cool, lounging lazily in his chair like your decision was no big deal. “Hmph, took you long enough,” he said, voice dripping with fake indifference. But then, as if he couldn’t help himself, the corner of his mouth lifted into a smug grin.

And that’s when he pulled out his phone.

“Leona, what are you doing?” you asked, watching as he sidled up to you with the confidence of a king.

“Taking a picture. Gotta rub this in a little.”

Before you could protest, he snapped a selfie of the two of you. Then, with the smoothness of a man who knew exactly what he was doing, he took another.

One went to Vil. The other went to Malleus.

The captions?

To Vil: "Looks like I win. Stay beautiful, princess."

To Malleus: "Better luck next time, lizard."

You groaned, face burning. “Leona, was that really necessary?”

“Absolutely,” he said, slipping his phone back into his pocket and smirking like the cat who caught the canary. “Welcome to the pack, herbivore.”

Despite yourself, you couldn’t help smiling. Maybe Savanaclaw wasn’t such a bad choice after all.

Octavinelle

The second you announced you were choosing Octavinelle, chaos descended faster than you could say “Mostro Lounge.”

Floyd let out an earsplitting cheer and, before you could blink, scooped you up and tossed you into the air like a beach ball.

“Shriiiimpy’s ours now!” he cackled, catching you before launching you up again like he was testing the room's ceiling height.

“Floyd, please!” you yelled, your life flashing before your eyes as you flailed. “I don’t wanna meet the Great Seven this soon!”

Eventually, Jade stepped in, placing a hand on Floyd’s shoulder. “Now, now, Floyd. Let’s not accidentally lose our new dormmate to an untimely accident. We wouldn’t want to scare them away before they’ve even unpacked.”

Floyd, grumbling, set you down but kept a firm arm around your shoulders, as if daring you to second-guess your decision.

Jade, meanwhile, adjusted his gloves with a serene smile that somehow felt a little too sharp. “Welcome to Octavinelle,” he said smoothly. “It’s wonderful to have you with us. I assure you, you’ll be treated with the utmost care here.” He looked way too pleased with himself, his gaze lingering like he was already planning your initiation.

Then there was Azul.

Azul looked like he’d just won a billion Madol jackpot. His eyes gleamed, and for a moment, it seemed like he was going to break into a little dance right there in the lounge. But then, with Herculean effort, he composed himself, clasping his hands and clearing his throat.

“Well, this is certainly a wise choice,” he said, adjusting his glasses like he hadn’t just been doing mental cartwheels. “I’m honored you’ve decided to join Octavinelle. We’ll make sure all your needs are taken care of.”

But then… he slid a very familiar-looking contract across the counter.

“Of course,” Azul added with a dazzling smile, “just a small formality. You see, this document simply guarantees that you’ll remain a proud Octavinelle student until graduation—oh, and a few other things.”

You stared at the contract hoping it might spontaneously combust. “Azul. I literally just joined. Can I have a minute to breathe before I sign my soul away?”

“No rush, no rush!” Azul said, not looking remotely deterred. “Take your time. But, ah—do keep in mind that signing sooner ensures the best possible benefits…”

As Jade handed you a drink (which you were very suspicious of) and Floyd draped himself over you, already talking about all the “fun” you’d have together, you couldn’t help but wonder if you’d just made a deal with the devil.

Still, as Azul's smug smile softened into something almost genuine, you decided it wasn’t the worst deal in the world.

Scarabia

The moment you announced your decision, Kalim was on you like a whirlwind.

“YOU CHOSE SCARABIA!!” he yelled, tackling you into a hug so tight you thought you might pop like a balloon. Before you could even gasp for air, he was spinning you around the common room like you were some kind of trophy he’d just won.

“This is AMAZING! We’re gonna have so much fun! Parties! Feasts! Adventures! You’re gonna love it here!” Kalim babbled, his infectious excitement making it hard to even feel dizzy despite the rapid spinning.

“Kalim,” you wheezed, clutching his shoulders, “please put me down before my life flashes before my eyes.”

“Oh, right!” he said, gently setting you down with a sheepish laugh. “I got carried away. I’m just so happy!”

As you tried to steady yourself, a much calmer—but no less relieved—voice spoke from behind Kalim.

“I’m glad you chose Scarabia,” Jamil said, his expression carefully composed, though you could see the faintest hint of relief in his eyes.

You blinked at him, surprised. “Really?”

“Yes,” Jamil replied, crossing his arms and glancing away like he didn’t want to elaborate. But after a beat, he sighed and added, “You’re one of the few people here who keeps things balanced. With you around, maybe I’ll have a chance to stay sane.”

Your heart melted a little at his quiet admission, even as Kalim jumped in again, declaring he’d throw a party that night to celebrate your move.

“Let’s get food! Music! Oh, we should decorate your room! Jamil, can we hang up those golden lanterns I found last week? And—”

“Kalim,” Jamil interrupted, pinching the bridge of his nose but unable to hide the faint smile tugging at his lips, “one thing at a time. Let them breathe.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the dynamic, feeling a warm sense of belonging already. Scarabia might be a lot, but it felt like home.

Pomefiore

The second you announced your decision, Epel let out a laugh so sinister it would’ve sent chills down a villain’s spine. “HA! TAKE THAT, EVERYONE ELSE!” he shouted, whipping out his phone to snap a selfie with you.

Of course, Rook popped into the frame with perfect timing, striking an overly dramatic pose as Epel sent the picture straight to the first-year chat. “VICTORY IS OURS!” was the only caption needed.

Before you could even blink, Rook had swooped in, bowing theatrically. “Ah, mon cher, your choice has blessed us with the most magnifique triumph! Let us celebrate with a dance!”

You barely had time to protest before he twirled you around the room like you were in some period drama. His excitement was so contagious you almost didn’t notice when he dipped you dramatically—until you felt yourself tipping back, only to be caught by Vil.

“Honestly, Rook,” Vil sighed, steadying you with all the grace in the world. “Do try not to give them whiplash their first day.”

He turned to you, his usual poised demeanor firmly in place, though the faint smile tugging at his lips betrayed his true feelings. “Welcome to Pomefiore,” he said, his voice soft, yet commanding. “You’ve made the right decision.”

You were about to respond when Vil, ever the perfectionist, immediately began fussing over your uniform. “Honestly, you can’t be seen like this. Your tie is uneven, and—Rook, stop standing there and help them adjust their collar properly!”

As Vil worked, meticulously fixing every little detail, you couldn’t help but notice the gleam of satisfaction in his eyes. He might’ve been playing it cool, but there was no hiding how pleased he was to have you here.

Epel and Rook, meanwhile, had started arguing about who deserved the credit for your choice, while Vil made it very clear that it was his influence that sealed the deal.

And just like that, your chaotic new life in Pomefiore began.

Ignihyde

The moment the words “I’m choosing Ignihyde” left your mouth, Idia froze like someone had yanked his power cord out. His hair flickered erratically, and for a second, you thought he might actually pass out.

“Big Brother? Big Brother!” Ortho shook him frantically, his mechanical arms making a soft whirring sound. “Stay with us! They chose us! You can’t glitch out now!”

Idia finally snapped back to reality, though his face was still pale, his hair sputtering like a dying neon sign. “W-Wait, what?! You…chose here? Are you serious? This isn’t like, a prank, right? Did Ortho bribe you?!”

“No pranks, no bribes. I chose Ignihyde,” you said, trying not to laugh at his genuine bewilderment.

He blinked rapidly, processing your words. “B-But the PowerPoint… I thought it was way too cringe. I mean, I had like, fifty slides about food optimization! Who’d find that interesting?! You were supposed to be like, ‘Ew, no thanks,’ and leave!”

“Actually, I thought it was kind of cute,” you admitted, watching as his hair flared a bright pink.

“C-CUTE?! AAHH, STOP, YOU CAN’T JUST SAY THINGS LIKE THAT!” He clutched his hoodie like his heart was going to short-circuit.

“Big Brother, calm down!” Ortho interjected, practically beaming. “They chose us! Isn’t this the best thing ever?”

Idia rubbed the back of his neck, his gaze darting anywhere but at you. “…So, uh, do you wanna, like…celebrate or something? I-I mean, I know you probably have better things to do, b-but if you wanna…play a game or something, that’d be cool.”

You smiled. “I’d love to.”

Ortho let out an excited cheer and zipped over to hug you tightly, his arms surprisingly warm. “Welcome to Ignihyde! I’m so happy you’re here! This is gonna be the best!”

As Ortho buzzed around you, already listing off all the things you could do together, you caught Idia sneaking a shy glance your way. His hair was still flickering pink, and he looked like he couldn’t believe this was real.

You weren’t sure what life in Ignihyde would bring, but if it meant seeing Idia like this—flustered, happy, and maybe a little hopeful—you knew you’d made the right choice.

Diasomnia

The moment you announced you’d chosen Diasomnia, Sebek practically burst into flames.

“OF COURSE YOU CHOSE DIASOMNIA!” he boomed, puffing up with pride. “It’s the only logical choice! With the Young Master here, there was no other dorm worthy of your presence!”

Silver chuckled softly at Sebek’s theatrics, stepping forward with a kind smile. “Welcome to Diasomnia. I’m glad you’re joining us. Let me know if you need help moving your things—I’ll be happy to assist.”

Before you could respond, Lilia appeared out of thin air, laughing like a mischievous ghost. “Ah, welcome, welcome! We’ve been expecting you…or at least, I have. Let me go fetch Malleus so he can hear the good news himself!” And with that, he vanished in a puff of green smoke, leaving you blinking at the empty spot he’d occupied seconds before.

Malleus arrived moments later, his towering presence filling the room. His emerald eyes softened as they landed on you. “I heard you’ve made your decision. Have you truly chosen Diasomnia as your dorm?”

You smiled up at him. “Yeah, I chose Diasomnia.”

The way his face lit up was unlike anything you’d ever seen. His usual composed demeanor melted into something warmer, brighter. He almost looked…giddy.

“This pleases me greatly,” he said, his voice rumbling with quiet joy. “Come. I’ll give you a proper tour of our dorm.”

You didn’t even get a chance to answer before he gently ushered you forward, beginning the grand tour of Diasomnia. Lilia popped in and out of nowhere as you walked, adding bizarre and entirely unnecessary facts.

“And over there,” Lilia said, gesturing to a decorative suit of armor, “is what I wore when I once tripped and almost spilled soup on Malleus when he was a child. Ah, good times.”

Malleus sighed but didn’t stop him. “This area is the library. Feel free to browse the shelves at your leisure. I can show you my favorite tomes later.”

“And this hallway is where Sebek shouted for the first time when he thought Malleus was missing! Nearly shattered all the windows,” Lilia added with a grin.

You couldn’t help but laugh, the whole thing feeling so surreal yet oddly comforting. Silver walked quietly beside you, throwing in the occasional useful tidbit, while Sebek followed behind, grumbling something about Lilia not taking the tour seriously.

By the time the tour ended, you felt strangely at home. The eccentricity, the warmth, the oddly familial atmosphere—it all wrapped around you like a cozy blanket.

Malleus turned to you, his expression soft but sincere. “You’ll be safe here. I’ll personally see to it.”

Lilia smirked. “Safe and well-fed. I’ll whip up something special to celebrate!”

“Please don’t,” Sebek muttered, but you just laughed, already feeling like you belonged.

Secret ending: Ramshackle

When you finally dragged yourself back to Ramshackle, you were met with Grim, lounging on the couch like he hadn't a care in the world.

"Well, henchhuman? Which dorm are we moving to? I hope you picked the one with the best tuna," he yawned, tail flicking lazily.

You slumped down next to him, groaning. "None of them."

Grim's ears perked up. "Huh? What do ya mean, none of them?!"

"I told Crowley to just fix the worst parts of this place. I’d rather stay here. Everyone’s so excited for me to join their dorm—I don’t wanna disappoint them."

Grim blinked at you, then shrugged like it didn’t matter. "Eh, as long as you're still my henchhuman, I don’t care. Besides, this place has character! And by character, I mean it’s haunted, but still."

The next day, Crowley gathered the staff and shared your decision with them. You’d half-expected him to brush off his promise, but to your utter shock, the teachers actually…pitched in.

Vargas showed up first, flexing dramatically. "Alright! Time to show these walls the power of my biceps! I’ll have this place sturdy in no time!" He started hammering away, though you were slightly concerned when he tried to patch a hole in the ceiling using a workout bench.

Trein followed, shaking his head disapprovingly. "This building is a historical relic, and it deserves proper restoration." He brought Lucius along, who mostly supervised by napping in different corners.

Crewel arrived next, snapping his gloves on. "We’re not half-assing this. Ramshackle is getting a full makeover. And you’re going to help, pup. Start scrubbing those floors. Chop, chop!"

Even Sam surprised you by popping up with a toolbox and a grin. "Can’t have my favorite customer living in a death trap, can I? Plus, a little investment in the neighborhood never hurts business!"

The repairs were chaotic but effective. You spent days dodging Vargas’ overly enthusiastic demolition attempts, enduring Trein’s lectures on historical preservation, and running errands for Crewel while he barked orders like you were a rookie in boot camp.

By the end of it, Ramshackle was almost unrecognizable. The roof no longer leaked, the walls were sturdy, and the floors didn’t creak like a ghost was stalking you (though you were pretty sure the ghosts were still there, just quieter).

Grim looked around, nodding in approval. "Not bad, huh? Maybe this place isn’t such a dump anymore."

You smiled, patting his head. "Yeah, it’s still home."

And as you settled back into your slightly less ramshackle life, you couldn’t help but feel a little grateful. Sure, your dorm might not have been the flashiest or fanciest, but it was yours. And that was more than enough.

Masterlist

[everythingspokenfor]

All characters are aged up 18+. MDNI.

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You knew this was a possibility, that's why you took extra precautions, tied the strings so well that you were sure you'll have to cut them at the end of the day. But here you were, contemplating how on earth did this happen...

Mina had finally pulled the entire group into going on a vacation, choosing one of the Okinawa beaches, all of you packed up and came to the private penthouse. The vacation was long overdue, everyone too excited to chill out and relax.

It was all good, friends chilling out eating, drinking and finally relaxing after months of tedious hero work.

You were thoroughly enjoying yourself, even if you had to deal with him. Bakugou and you had a sort of love hate relationship, constantly fighting but still having each other's back. Friends constantly commenting about the thick sexual tension between you both, which left you yelling at them, they weren't wrong tho, not that you would admit outloud.

"Move, Sugar." Bakugou rasps out, hand holding a can of beer, he was shirtless, wet swim trunks sticking to him thighs, tan lines clearly visible on his legs, he was still glossy from playing in the water. Had you hated him any lesser, you would have licked the water off him, alas that thought is something to be revisited in darker hours of the night.

"Go around the towel, dipshit", You retort, going back to lathering yourself up with sunscreen, he snorts, before stepping on your fucking towel and going along.

"Asshole!" You yell at him, whole he continues to laugh at your face. You took in deep breaths, this fucker isn't going to ruin your vacation.

You got back to your sunscreen, before reapplying you lip gloss, you put too much effort into your appearance today. It was a deep maroon two piece, the bottoms had a fabric around it making it seem like a mini skirt, while the top was tied with strings.

As much as you loved the bikini, the top was making you nervous, you had taken every measure to prevent the strings from untying, even kept a spear towel, having heard too many stories of women losing their bikinis in the sea making you paranoid. It was probably also why you hadn't ventured into the ocean yet.

"Gurll- you lookin' cute there." Mina walked up to you, handing you a bright blue concoction, you grinned at her before downing the drink.

"Thanks, babes." You giggled, cheekily winking at her.

"What aren't you getting into waters tho? The weather is pleasant too." She queried, leaning in to steal your gloss. "I am gonna go, just applied sunscreen." You dusted your hands, as you stood up, Mina finished putting on the gloss, tossing the tube in your bag before both of you raced into the waters.

The boys, Kaminari, Kirishima and Sero welcomed you both in with splashes, playing around in waters lasted for a bit, after multiple rounds of chicken fight, Kirishima called Bakugou, asking him to join in.

"Ain't interested in yer shitty games." He yelled back, didn't bother looking at the group.

"Scared you'll lose," Sero provoked him, knowing that with right words he can get Bakugou to do anything.

"Fuck did ya' say?" He grits out, before standing up and charge towards your group, all of you scream before swimming in different directions, trying to not be his first victim.

Adrenaline pumped through your vessels, as you swam to furthest end of the shore, leaning against the big rocks keeping you hidden from the main shore. Breathing hard, you placed a hand on your chest, trying to slow the beating of your heart. Only to come to a horrible realisation that you weren't wearing your bikini top.

You were bare from waist above, frantically you tried looking for you top, hoping to find a maroon cloth lying somewhere, unfortunately you couldn't see anything that could vaguely resemble your bikini.

Panic set in when you realised that from this end of the shore, you can't even go to your spot on the beach, chance of grabbing your towel without being seen by your friends were too thin.

"Caught you!" Bakugou roars as he swims around the rocks, only to be stopped as you let out a yell, turning away from him.

"Stay there, Bakugou!" You barely even stay afloat, hairs shielding your back, while hands crossing over your chest.

"What? You suddenly don't want to play, when I catch you?" He rasps out, slightly curious as to why you wouldn't even turn to face him.

"It's not that." You let out a sigh, contemplating whether it's a good idea or not to ask Bakugou for help, he could potentially swin back and get you a towel.

"What is it then, Sugars?" He is much closer now, you can almost feel him behind you. "My top is lost." You whined out, praying he helps you.

"Sorry, what?!"

"My bikini top is lost, it untied while swimming." You whisper-yell at him, giving him a stink eye over your shoulder. He doesn't reply, instead it goes too quite, you slowly peek over your shoulder, only to lock eyes at Bakugou who is already looking at you.

Infact he was looking slightly below, as if checking whether or not you had the top. "Fucking pervert, I'll beat your ass!" Had your hands not been busy you would have whacked him.

"I am not a fucking pervert, I was thinking."

"Had you thought longer, you would have popped a boner."

"You want my help or not."

You went silent at that, of course you needed his help, especially if you didn't want to flash your friends.

"That's what I thought." He speaks at your silence, his voice a little too smug, "you got spear clothes here?" He queried, swimming back a little to look at your bag by the beach.

"I have a towel in there, it's big enough for me." You answer him over your shoulder, he wasn't looking at you anymore instead he was turned away mostly, head slightly tilted so he could hear you.

"Stay put, I'll get it," he almost start swimming before he turns towards you and says "Try not loosing the bottoms, in the meantime." And off he goes.

You knew just from that comment, he isn't going to let you live it down, you are sure he'll probably end up changing your name to some stupid shit constantly reminding you of today, but at least he is helping.

Everybody had already gone inside, letting Bakugou get you, when he reached where your towel had been laid out, he looked for your bag, not wanting to snoop too much, he got to work, quickly looking into the back to realise that there wasn't any towels in it. For a moment he wondered whether he should gather up your sand towel but decided against it.

He quickly jogged over to his spot at the beach, and grabbed the t-shirt he was wearing earlier, getting back into the ocean, he swam towards the rocks where you were hidden.

"Oi! There wasn't any towels, got you a t-shirt tho." He stretches an arm towards you, wet t-shirt in his fist.

"I had one, tho." You look at him in confusion, submerged neck deep into the ocean, hands crossed tightly. You were facing him slightly, eyes looking that clothe, you unwrapped one arm, from around yourself and reached for it, Bakugou averted his gaze, further stretching out his hand so you could reach it.

He moved a little closer, eyes still looking away, arms spread to make sure nobody can see you, even if it a private area of the beach.

You put the shirt on, feeling a little less exposed, turning around to fully face Bakugou, "Thank you, I suppose." You sheepishly scratch the back of your head, assuming the interaction is over and you'll both head back in.

"First of all☝🏻'you suppose?' and secondly you owe me more than a thank you."

He spits out, crossing his arms, and jutting out his hips. You eyes immediately drifted to his tits pecs that had become extenuated, before immediately locking eyes with his.

"Fucking pervert," He mimicked your earlier words.

"I am not! What do you want, Bakugou?" You exasperated, sighing dramatically, crossing your arms as well.

He moved towards you, arms unfolding to sway by his side, "Be nice, Sugar."

You scoff, eyes squinting at him suspiciously, more than aware of how close he was to you. He leans in clear, backing you against the rocks, leaning towards one side, leaving ample space for you to move away from him if you wanted.

He was close enough you could feel his minty breath onto your face, he locked eyes with you before leaning in, instinctively you closed your eyes, head tilting as your hands came to rest on his chest.

The kiss was taking a bit too long, peeking with one eye, you realised Baking was staring at you with s grin on his face.

"You asshole!!" You yelled at him, pushing at his chest, trying to move away from him, he was cackling, hands still grasping at your wrists, not letting you move away from him.

"Sorry, sorry." He wheezed out, pulling you towards him,"Oi, I am sorry, listen Sugars."

You didn't care tho, too tired to be dealing with his shenanigans, he was determined tho, pulled at your wrists, turning to glare at him, you were surprised by feeling of his lips against yours.

You stood there limp, Bakugou taking the lead for you, one arm around your waist other tilting your head to the side, deepening the kiss. You slowly brought you hands around his neck, fingers coming to run through his blonde hairs.

You pull away breaths heavy, he continues kissing down your jaw, leaving behind love bites for you to later press into.

He comes back up, pressing his forehead against yours, "So, how 'bout I take you out, Sugars?"

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[sterifels-blog]

creepypasta characters – how they’d react to you being upset over a small inconvenience 🤏

BEN drowned

•mocking sarcasm: “oh no, did the big scary printer jam again? total apocalypse. truly.” what became clear in his death, was he did, in fact, take his childish personality with him. he is no better than jeff when it comes down to teasing you for your dismays.

•playful teaser. he glitches around the room, mimicking your upset tone in a distorted voice, just to annoy you. it's spiteful, a little ignorant, but it's something you've come to grow used to. some things were just inevitable with BEN, and his torment was one of those things.

•offers digital comfort. BEN hacks a random game to create a hidden message for you, like “cheer up, loser.” if you don't reciprocate any sort of reaction back- you best believe he will be petty enough to rig a match for you. not so you can win, no. so you lose. just to agitate you again.

•awkward, awkward softness: if you’re seriously upset, he stammers, “hey, uh, don’t cry. i… don’t know how to deal with that.” very likely, he panics and goes to grab someone like jack or jane.

•weird with distractions. he'll float around, humming the zelda theme song until you laugh or throw something at him. if it works, it works. either way, you're too focused on smiling, or trying to hit him.

•over-the-top suggestion: “want me to corrupt their computer files? that’ll show them.”

•king of small gestures. leaves a pixelated heart drawn in a game you’re playing, then pretends it wasn’t him.

bloody painter:

•he observes quietly. sits in eerie silence, studying your emotions like he’s painting a mental portrait.

•when he is finished staring (although, admittedly, he does quite like the sight of you), he will offer some deadpan advice:

•“if it doesn’t matter in five years, it’s not worth ruining your eyeliner over.”

•if verbal reassurance doesn't do it for you, willingly, he'll engage in a paint-based gesture for his angel. he draws something comforting or silly (alternatively, absolutely crude) on a scrap of paper and hands it to you without a word, hoping it makes some difference.

•dark humor (where it is, and isn't appropriate.) “want me to take care of whoever pissed you off?” half-joking. maybe. if you say no, there is some genuine disappointment left lingering in his eyes. a missed opportunity to stock-up.

•unexpected comfort. gently touches your face and says some cheesy bullshit like, “the colors of sadness suit you, but i’d rather see you smile". he knows he's succeeded in making you feel something other than upset, when you are pressing your palm against his face and pushing him away with a groan of annoyance.

•will go extreme measures to make you a distracting gift. offers to paint you something. it’s his way of saying sorry.

•serious effort: if you’re really upset, he’ll spend hours creating something meaningful to cheer you up. although you'd clearly specified you didn't want him to maul the poor man who'd taken the last pint of your favorite ice cream flavor; the red coating of the little house he'd made you (in respect to the small abode you will "most definitely have" together), spoke otherwise to him listening.

•it's fucking disgusting, but don't discard it. it's the.. 'sweetest' way he shows that he cares.

clockwork:

•chaotic comfort. immediately threatens to stab whatever inconvenienced you. “who do i need to ‘fix’ for this?”

•pactical help (or a lack thereof): she does actually try to solve the problem for you, but gets frustrated if it’s not instant.

•(unhelpful) teasing: “aww, does my little clock need winding? let’s fix your mood.”

•joking aggression: “you’re upset? try getting stabbed in the eye and tell me how you feel". she soon after realizes this probably wasn't the best way to get through to you, and instead resorts to gently carding her fingers through your hair, sitting in an awkward silence after.

•when the silence gets to be too much, the most rational conclusion she could come up with was a random distraction. tosses something shiny or makes a loud noise to snap you out of it, almost, most definitely getting a sick kick of amusement when you jump in a startle.

•clumsy affection: roughly pulls you into a hug afterwards and says, “you’ll be fine. i’ve seen you handle worse.”

•this is shortly after followed by a soft admission. “i don’t like seeing you like this. it’s weird.” no sympathy on her face, just her nose being scrunched up in discomfort. but you can tell she means her words.. more for her sake.

eyeless jack

•jack is a quiet observer. he always has been, and will be. he notices you’re upset but waits for you to bring it up, not wanting to push you down a further slope than you were already on.

•when you finally begin to talk to him, for the most part, he simply listens. but if he notices it's getting to be too much, he'll offer some gentle reassurance: his voice is calm, almost nonchalant as he says, “it’s okay. you can talk to me.” he means it.

•words aren't easy for him. he's used to being silent, tucked away to the confines of his laboratory. it's why he chooses a more physical approach. cooking comfort. jack makes you a meal without being asked—though you might not want to know the ingredients. just eat it, and thank him.

•when he does speak, he offers the most practical advice out of the bunch: “you’ll survive. you’re stronger than whatever this is.”

•he's cold, but caring: “if it’s not life-threatening, it’s not worth worrying about. but... i get it.”

•soft-spoken comfort: stays close by, quietly grounding you with his presence. he'll offer you a spot in his laboratory for the time being, leaving you to watch as he hustles and bustles about. he isn't a fan of people in his space- in the slightest. but for you, he doesn't mind the company, so long as it helps. he won't directly admit it, but seeing you upset does something to his heart.

•it unfortunately, wouldn't be jack without some out of pocket, and highly untimed dark humor. he's working on his current 'patient', his scalpel against the lining of their abdomen when he would pause, as though an idea surfaced.

•“would harvesting an organ cheer you up? no? worth a shot.”

hoodie

•takes a more casual approach compared to the others. nudges your shoulder and says some nonchalant shit like; “what’s got you so down?”

•followed by some super-chill reassurance: “it’s not the end of the world. i’ve seen worse.”

•says it in a tone that makes him sound like he genuinely doesn't give a fuck, and is instead saying it in prayer god gives him a second chance for being 'kind'. he does, genuinely care however. he wouldn't have asked if he didn't.

•when he realizes it's something 'trivial' (in his mind), he'll give you some lighthearted distraction. hoodie offers to hang out or go on a random drive to take your mind off it. if you accept to hang out, you're both watching some rag-tag channel that your old, boxy ass television could pull up. it's absolutely shit. if you accept the drive, the radio is on, playing some old song that helps you clear your mind. the two of you definitely get going.

•if it's not the radio you're focused on, it's his singing. it's either god awful, and it makes you want to die more than whatever inconvenienced you at first, or he should have been a choir boy.

•snack attack: you two pull into a gas station along the way to fill up the old piece of rust. he goes in, comes back out with a pack of cigarettes and some chips in hand. he'll carelessly throw the bag of chips at you and say, “here. don’t say i never do anything for you.”

•soft teasing: “you’re cute when you’re mad, but let’s not make it a habit.”

•followed by some subtle care: puts his hoodie around your shoulders if you look especially down, or you're out late on your drive and it's getting cold.

jason the toymaker

•100% makes a toy bribe: instantly offers to make you a custom toy to cheer you up. “what’s your favorite color again?” it's cheesy, but it does have it's odd way of working it's magic.

•jason can get into quite an overprotective mode, often getting himself frustrated when he cant disect the root of your problem. “what caused this? tell me so I can fix it." .. "am i going to kill them..? what does it matter?"

•the answer is yes. yes, he is.

•soft-spoken comfort: “don’t worry. i’ll always take care of you.” he has a way of reassuring you even when you have your doubts, almost with an expertise that surprises you. if you were ever questioning his genuinity, he's answered for you.

•possessive guilt-tripper. “i don’t like seeing my favorite person like this. smile for me, will you?” he's sweet, in the worst of ways. jason knew all he had to do was flash you that charming smile of his, and you'd bend to his will. it was both a curse and a blessing.

•makes up some distracting hobby. he invites you to join him on a whim in making something to calm your nerves. (he definitely ends up taking over your craft.)

•encourages gentle insistence much like bloody painter. “you’re allowed to be upset, but not for long. it doesn’t suit you.”

•creepy but.. comforting? reassurance: “nothing bad can happen to you while i’m here. i'll make sure of it.” you aren't allowed out of his sights for a while.

jeff the killer

•mockery overload. “aww, you’re upset? should I call the waaah-mbulance?” he's a fucking asshole and he knows it, but his emotional boundaries hold no shame. if you knew any better, you would think he didn't care if he made you feel better or worse.

•teasing to comfort: purposefully annoys you until you either laugh or yell at him. he is 100%, more than likely aiming for the latter, getting a sick sense of satisfaction from knowing you're wound up now because of him. “see? you’re not upset anymore!”

•he's a twat with territorial anger: if it’s someone else’s fault, he’s immediately ready to fight, thinking of the most irrational ways to kill someone for your sake (though there is already nothing rational about him). “who do i need to carve a smile into?”

•though a selfish sod, he does have some genuinely surprising softness when it comes to you. if you’re genuinely upset, he awkwardly wraps his arm around your shoulder and says, “it’s fine. just... chill, okay?” he's rubbing your back until his hand is numb, or you become agitated.

•clumsy reassurance: “you’ve got me, so who cares about dumb stuff like that?”

•even throughout the comforting, his offer of violence still stands. “say the word, and i’ll make it disappear. permanently.”

•jeff is the absolute fucking worst for guilt deflection. if he caused the inconvenience, he’ll deny responsibility, but quietly try to make it better. he sees admitting to his faults as a weakness, but a few hours later, when he‐ again‐, sees your mood hasn't improved— he's begrudgingly coming over and taking your hand to apologize. his words are lazy sounding, but they are true. it pisses him off that he has to go such lengths to make you feel better, but in the end, it's you. so he'll cope.

jane the killer

•she is a direct comfort sort of woman: “what’s wrong? talk to me.”

•when she notices its an re-occuring issue bothering you more than usual, she'll go into problem-solving mode. jane listens carefully and offers solutions, even if you just want to vent. she loves listening to you talk, even if it's under more unfortunate circumstances.

•has a protective streak much like her male counterpart: “if it’s someone else’s fault, i’ll handle it.” and she means it

•queen of tough love. it's her kingdom. “you’re stronger than this. don’t let it get to you.” she's seen too many people react irrationally because of minor inconveniences (jeff), and she would hate to see you deliberately get into trouble because of something as 'simple' as frustration.

•silent presence: if words won’t help, she stays with you until you feel better. if your room is a mess, she'll clean your clothes off the floor, fold, and carry your laundry to the washer while you relax on your bed. she won't let you leave until she's positive you're at least feeling a little better about your situation, and even then, she's by your side for most the day.

•though she can be just as stubborn as anyone else, jane does make a soft admission: “i hate seeing you so upset. tell me how to help.”

•makes some gentle distraction (unlike clockwork): she suggests watching a movie or doing something fun together to lift your spirits. she will likely end up doing your makeup, the two of you on the floor together until your spirits start to rise.

laughing Jack (i hate this motherfucker)

•over-the-top antics because he's just like that, unfortunately. he's a piece of shit, but tries to make you laugh with ridiculous jokes or obnoxious pranks. a for effort, i guess. he's giving it his best shot.

•much like jeff, being a complete dick, there is that aspect of mock concern: “oh no! we must alert the circus of your sorrow!” sarcastic cunt.

•there is some aspect of unexpected sweetness with him, i would think (hope). if you’re genuinely upset, he tones it down and says, “hey, I don’t like seeing you like this.”

•he's crouching down onto his knees as you sit on the edge of your bed, his large, ugly ass hands cupping your face the best he can without shanking you with his gross, long fingers. his thumbs 'gently' rub your cheeks as he let's you breathe your frustration out.

•clownish ass distractions: pulls out a random toy or silly object to cheer you up. from out of fuck-all nowhere, he pulls a doll out from behind its back. it's even more hideous than him, which is difficult. it's stuffing is gruesomely ripped out, instead, packed full with grotesque looking candies. he'll awkwardly discard it on the floor when he sees it's only made your mood worse. what an idiot.

•chaotic energy: “let’s go do something fun! or dangerous! or both!”

•you don't feel like doing anything

•gentle honesty: “i'm not good at this comforting stuff, but I’m here for you.”, even though you already knew that. though the semblance is appreciated.

kagekao

•you're still a victim of playful mockery. "you look adorable when you’re mad. like a tiny storm cloud". he's mocking you while you want to punch him into a smear.

•teasing distractions. he pokes at your cheeks or steals something of yours to make you chase him. he genuinely does not care that you feel murderous tendencies towards him at the moment. it's his life mission to torment you eternally.

•jovial comfort: “don’t worry, i’ll take care of everything. or, at least, pretend I did.”

•surprise gifts. when he knows he's pushed you too far, he will opt to leave you a random (sometimes unsettling) trinket to cheer you up. he knows he's the source of your agitation, so he tries his 'best' to make up for it.

•more lighthearted annoyance. “you know i can’t take you seriously when you’re pouting like that, right?”

•unexpected wisdom from someone who is such a cunt to deal with. “life’s too short to stress over these things. laugh it off.”

•silently lurks nearby until you calm down, offering his silent presence as comfort.

masky

•masky will often show a reluctant concern, not outright admitting he's worried about your fluctuating attitude, but instead inviting you to chat. “what’s wrong now?” his tone is gruff, but he genuinely cares.

•practical help: masky fixes the problem (if possible) without saying much about it; especially when it comes down to it being an issue with anything containing an engine. if you're frustrated by an issue you're having with your vehicle, calmly, he'll tell you to give him the keys, and if he's feeling nice enough, he'll invite you out to hold the flashlight for him. just make sure you keep it steady.

•vaguely annoyed, but supportive: “seriously? you’re upset over that? fine, let’s deal with it.” he's the type to teach you about fixing your own issues, so you'll know how to deal with it next time.

•protective side: “if you need help with this, come to me. you don't need to be going to.. random guys to fix your car."

•he's definitely jealous at the thought of you going to anyone else for help but him.

•silent comfort if it's anything else that physically, he cant fix. he sits near you, not saying a word but making it clear he’s there for you.

•backhanded affection: “you’re too stubborn to let this keep you down, right?” he knows you'll take it as he's doubting you; and that you'll smarten up quick.

•masky gives you grudging hugs. awkwardly, he pulls you into a hug if you’re really upset— often on the porch as he's having a smoke. you'll be sitting on the steps, tucked up to his side. if he feels nice enough- his jacket will end up slung over your shoulders.

slenderman

•i'm going to be flat with you, he does not care.

•but if he did, he would be calm and composed. it doesn’t affect him, so he has no reason to reacf but to calm you down. “you’re letting this get to you? that’s beneath you.” he sounds unamused.

•stoic support. slenderman offers silent reassurance with his unyielding presence. sometimes he's there, sometimes he isn't. but, you always have that lingering feeling of him being close by. it's both comforting and frightening.

•intimidation tactic: “shall i remove the source of your distress?” he’s deadly serious, for the most part.

•he's slightly patronizing. he doesn't really grasp a sense of confliction about this like you do. he doesn't really get why you're making such a fuss over something so blatant. “this is not worth your energy. focus on what truly matters.”

•both helps and frustrates you more. sometimes it's pointless to explain to him.

•..somewhat gentle understanding. if you’re truly distressed, he places a hand on your shoulder and will tell you to excuse yourself from any activities later in the day.

•eerie distraction: creates a serene yet unnerving environment to take your mind off things. the effort is.. there.

•cryptic advice: “all things are temporary. even this feeling.”

ticci toby

•dry sarcasm “wow, the world’s ending because of this. guess we should all panic.” his tone is teasing but not mean-spirited. he just doesn't understand that it's truly bothering you to that extent, until you breakdown to him.

•gentle understanding: “yeah, okay, I get it. sometimes the little stuff just… builds up.” he leans back and listens without pushing you. he knows you're already overwhelmed, and makes it a point to give you some space while still being there.

•subtle comfort. he offers you his jacket or quietly sits beside you, muttering, “you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. i'm not going anywhere.” like masky, he keeps you close to his side, whether sitting on a log or walking down the path. he'll encourage you to hold onto his arm.

•toby has a protective streak: “tell me who or what caused this. i’ll take care of it.” his voice is calm, but there’s an edge that means he’s serious. he doesn't like the idea of anyone pushing you around— only he can play around with you like that.

•gounding presence: if you’re spiraling, he places a hand on your shoulder or holds your hand. “breathe, okay? just focus on me for a minute.” too many times he's had to do this by himself. he understands the complications of losing yourself— and if you don't have to go through it alone, he won't allow you to.

•dull humor to lighten the mood. "if it makes you feel better, i've probably done something way stupider than whatever you’re upset about.”

•quiet reassurance: “you’ll get through this. you always do. it’s not as big as it feels right now, i promise.” he speaks softly but firmly, making sure you know he’s in your corner. he always is and will be. he's a bit more gentle than the rest.

[daydreamabout]

A Deal with the Grumpy Officer [Tim Bradford Imagine]

Summary: You find the perfect opportunity to leave a date.

Y/N sat in a booth at the small, local diner, stirring her drink absentmindedly. Derek, her date, was talking about his job, but her mind was elsewhere. She smiled politely and nodded in all the right places, but something felt off. The conversation was nice enough, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that she wasn’t fully invested in it.

She glanced around the diner, hoping to distract herself, when her eyes landed on a familiar figure.

Tim Bradford.

Standing at the counter, holding a takeout bag and looking as unimpressed as ever. His blonde hair was a little messy and his tan looked like it had been freshly topped off. The t-shirt he wore—bright yellow with the word "Lakers" sprawled across it—stood out against his usual grumpy expression, giving him an almost comically serious air.

Y/N’s heart gave a little leap. She knew exactly what to do.

“Sorry, Derek,” Y/N interrupted him, her voice suddenly a bit too cheerful. “I think I need to leave. I, uh, just remembered I’ve got something I need to take care of.”

Derek blinked, looking caught off guard. “What? Already? But we were having a great time.”

Y/N’s lips twisted into an apologetic smile. “Yeah, but my ex is here, and I really don’t want to deal with it. He’s a bit... intense.”

“Your ex?” Derek looked confused, but Y/N didn’t wait for him to process. She gestured subtly toward Tim, who had just finished paying for his food and was heading toward the door.

Y/N leaned in close to Derek, trying her best to look embarrassed. “Yeah, he’s just over there. I don’t want to make it weird.”

Derek glanced over and noticed Tim—arms crossed, face stoic, staring at him like he could turn him to stone with just one look.

“Oh... uh, okay. Yeah, I get it,” Derek stammered, suddenly looking uncomfortable. “You should, uh... go take care of that then.”

Y/N nodded, already standing up. “I’ll text you later, okay? Thanks for understanding.”

Before Derek could say anything else, she quickly made her way toward Tim, feeling a little rush of adrenaline.

“Hey, Tim!” she called out, her voice unexpectedly chipper.

Tim glanced up, his grumpy demeanor softening slightly when he saw her. “Y/N? What’s up?”

She quickly lowered her voice, stepping closer to him. “I need your help,” she whispered. “I need you to play along. It’s for my... ex-boyfriend. He’s here, and I need you to pretend to be, well, him.”

Tim gave her a blank stare, but there was a flicker of amusement in his eyes. “You want me to pretend to be your angry ex?”

Y/N nodded frantically. “Please. I just need to get out of here, and he’s already looking at us.”

Tim sighed deeply, looking over at Derek, who was still sitting at the table, confused and nervous. “You owe me big time for this.”

“Deal,” she said quickly, glancing back at Derek. “Just make it look convincing.”

With a grunt of agreement, Tim walked past her, glaring in Derek’s direction as he passed. Y/N quickly followed him, turning back toward Derek with a resigned expression. “Sorry, but I’ve really got to go. He is being difficult and... you know how that goes.”

Derek’s eyes widened when he saw Tim, his arms crossed and his expression downright terrifying. “Wait, your... ex is that guy?”

Y/N nodded as casually as possible, taking a few steps back. “Yep, him. I should really go. I’ll text you later.”

Derek looked from her to Tim, then back to her. “Uh, okay... no problem. Take care.”

Without another word, she turned and quickly walked after Tim, not daring to look back at Derek. She couldn’t help the small grin that tugged at her lips as they stepped out of the diner and into the cool night air.

Tim didn’t say anything as they walked toward his car, his usual gruffness returning. He unlocked the door with a click and tossed the takeout bag into the passenger seat before getting in himself.

“So... what now?” he asked, clearly unimpressed by the situation.

Y/N slipped into the passenger seat, glancing over at the bag of food. “Well, I’d say we go somewhere comfortable.Maybe watch the Lakers game?” She shrugged casually, trying to sound lighthearted despite her nerves. “I mean, you’re already here and, well... I could use the distraction.”

Tim gave her a sidelong look but didn’t argue. “You really think I’m going to share my food with you?”

She grinned, reaching over and tugging the bag closer. “I’m sure you’ll be generous. After all, you’re the one doing me the favor.”

Tim rolled his eyes, but there was a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “This is the last time I help you out, you know.”

Y/N laughed, feeling a little more at ease now that they were both in the car. “Oh, that's what you said last time as well.”

---

The drive to Tim’s place was short.They were sitting on his couch, the game on in the background. The Lakers were playing their rivals and the tension in the room was palpable, but for once, Y/N wasn’t focused on the game. She was too busy stealing bites of Tim’s fries when he wasn’t looking, trying to ignore the way his presence was oddly comforting.

Tim’s focus was entirely on the TV, but every now and then, he’d glance at her and she could see the faint hint of a smile on his face.

“So, the Lakers, huh?” she said, taking a bite of his burger when he wasn’t paying attention.

Tim didn’t look at her but there was a dry edge to his voice. “Yeah, they’re not bad.”

“Not bad?” Y/N asked with mock disbelief. “They’re amazing, Tim! You’ve gotta be more invested than that.”

“Sure, sure. Amazing,” he muttered, shaking his head with a slight chuckle.

Y/N smiled to herself, watching the game for a bit, but then her gaze drifted to the take-out bag again. She couldn’t help but laugh quietly to herself. “You know, I’m pretty sure this isn’t how I expected my night to go.”

Tim glanced at her, his expression unchanging. “What, you didn’t think you’d be eating my fries and watching a game with me?”

“Definitely not.” She chuckled. “But I’m glad it turned out this way.”

Tim didn’t respond right away, but when he finally looked at her, there was something a little warmer in his gaze. “Yeah, me too.”

And just like that, the night stretched on in comfortable silence, the Lakers playing in the background as they shared food and time in each other's company. Despite everything, it was exactly what she needed.

[antinousletmehit]

˚₊‧꒰ა Chapter 23 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

୨୧┇pairing: Telemachus x reader

୨୧┇warning: hold them down happens, WRITTEN PRE ITHACA SAGA‼️⚠️‼️

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The dim candlelight bathed Y/N’s room in a soft glow, the silence between her and Antinous nearly suffocating. She sat cross legged on the bed, fiddling with a loose thread on her tunic, while Antinous leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, his face unreadable. It was one of the rare moments where the tension between them wasn’t outright hostile—yet.

After what felt like an eternity, Antinous exhaled deeply, breaking the quiet. “So… you and Telemachus,” he started, his voice surprisingly even. She froze, her fingers stilling. She glanced up at him cautiously, waiting for the inevitable eruption. But it didn’t come. Instead, he just stood there, watching her with a mix of frustration and resignation.

“What about it?” she asked, her voice soft but defensive.

Antinous rubbed the back of his neck, clearly trying to keep his composure. “I just don’t get it, N/N,” he muttered, using the nickname he only ever said when he wasn’t trying to start a fight. “Of all people, why him? You know who he is, what his family represents.”

She narrowed her eyes, sitting up straighter. “What his family represents? You mean what you think they represent.”

Antinous pushed off the wall, his voice low but sharp. “Don’t act like I don’t have a reason. He’s Odysseus’s son. That name alone should be enough for you to understand. You know how I feel about Odysseus, how I feel about Telemachus’s titty sucking ass.”

“Because he’s in the way of your stupid plans to court Penelope and play king?” She snapped back, her voice rising slightly before she caught herself. She exhaled and softened her tone. “Antinous, it’s not a competition.” She watched him carefully. “This isn’t about me and Telemachus, is it? It’s about your pride. It’s always about your pride.”

Antinous turned to her, his jaw clenched. “You don’t get it,” he said, his voice tight. “Do you know what it’s like to be so close to something, to have a shot at power, only for some brat who doesn’t even want it to cockblock your way? Telemachus doesn’t deserve what he has. And now you’re… involved with him?”

She sighed, shaking her head. “You’re making this about you when it’s not. Telemachus isn’t Odysseus, and he’s not trying to take anything from you.” She paused, her gaze softening. “And he’s not some power hungry maniac like you’re making him out to be. He’s kind. He cares about me.”

Antinous scoffed but didn’t argue. Instead, he pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly fighting to keep himself calm. “Look, I’m trying to be civil here. I don’t want another fight.”

She blinked, caught off guard by his admission. “You’re… trying to keep the peace?”

“Don’t make a big deal out of it,” he muttered, glancing away. “I just… I can’t watch us keep tearing into each other every time that brat comes up.”

Her expression softened further. For all his bravado, there was something vulnerable in the way he avoided her gaze. “Antinous,” she said gently, “I know you hate him, but he’s not your enemy. And I’m not choosing him over you.”

He finally looked at her, his expression conflicted. “You already have,” he said, but there was no venom in his tone this time—just exhaustion.

They sat in silence for a moment longer before Antinous sighed again and straightened up. “Just… don’t let this ruin you,” he said quietly, before turning toward the door. “And if it does, don’t expect me to clean up the mess.”

With that, he left, leaving her alone with her thoughts.

——

The air was tense in the great hall, where the suitors had gathered under Antinous’s command. They lounged with feigned ease, but their eyes betrayed the simmering chaos bubbling beneath the surface. Antinous stood at the center of the room, his sharp gaze sweeping over the gathered men. His tone, calm yet deadly, sliced through the air.

“You’ve all seen it,” he began, his voice commanding. “None of us could string Odysseus’s damned bow. That woman,” he spat the word, referring to Penelope, “thinks she can toy with us. But we will not be humiliated any longer.” He slammed his fist onto a nearby table for emphasis. “We take control. Today.”

Eurymachus, lounging lazily in his seat with a goblet in hand, raised an eyebrow. “And what’s your grand plan, Antinous? Try and string the bow one more time?” His tone was laced with mockery, though a flicker of nervousness passed through his eyes.

Antinous smirked darkly. “No. Forget the bow. Forget the axes. We don’t need Penelope’s little games. The real threat is her son. Telemachus.” He paused, letting the name sink in. “You all know it as well as I do. He’s her favored one. If he returns to Ithaca alive, we’ll never get our chance. She’ll prop him up as Odysseus’s heir, and we’ll all be tossed out like yesterday’s scraps.”

The room filled with murmurs, the suitors exchanging uneasy glances. One of them, Ctesippus, leaned forward. “What are you saying, Antinous?”

Antinous’s smirk turned cold, his voice low but forceful. “I’m saying we end this. When Telemachus’s ship docks, we ambush it. We’ll overwhelm his crew, hold him down til the boy stops shaking, while I slit his throat. Then we cut him down into tiny pieces and row him down to the great below. When anyone asks where the prince is, only we’ll know.”

A heavy silence fell over the room. the suitors intrigued. Eurymachus leaned back in his chair, regarding Antinous with a mix of curiosity and excitement. “You’re talking about killing the prince of Ithaca,” he said slowly. “Do you have any idea what kind of firestorm that would unleash?”

Antinous glared at him. “Who’s going to stop us? The people? They’re too spineless. And Penelope? She’ll have no choice but to submit once her precious son is gone.” He sneered. “In fact, once we’ve dealt with Telemachus, we storm her room. Hold her down while her gate is open, while we get a taste, while we share her spoils. I will not let any part go to waste!”

The words hung in the air, heavy and menacing. the suitors nodded in agreement, their greed and desperation clouding their judgment. Eurymachus broke the silence with a sardonic laugh. “You’re bold, Antinous. I’ll give you that. But do you really think Penelope will just fall into line after we kill her son?”

Antinous shot him a withering look. “She’ll have no other option. The people won’t rise for a dead boy, and she can’t rule alone. She’s a woman. She’ll have to accept one of us, or Ithaca will collapse.”

Ctesippus, emboldened by Antinous’s confidence, stood and raised his goblet. “To Antinous’s plan, then. Let’s finally end this game and take what’s rightfully ours.”

The other suitors hesitated for a moment before raising their goblets as well, some with enthusiasm, others with clear reluctance. Antinous’s smirk grew wider as he watched them fall in line. “Good,” he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “Prepare yourselves. When the ship docks, we strike.”

As the suitors dispersed to ready themselves, Antinous remained in the hall, his gaze dark and unyielding. He had waited too long for this moment, and nothing—not Telemachus, not Penelope, not his sister, not even the gods themselves—would stand in his way now.

——

Y/N stood frozen in the shadow of a column outside the great hall, her breath caught in her throat. She had only meant to pass through unnoticed, but her curiosity got the better of her when she heard Antinous’s voice cutting sharply through the room. Now, she wished she had kept walking.

Her heart pounded as she pieced together the plan Antinous had laid out. The ambush. The murder. The body thrown to the sea. Her lover—Telemachus. Dead. Her stomach churned violently, and she pressed her trembling hands to her mouth to keep from gasping aloud. She could barely hear the rest of the suitors’ laughter and agreement over the sound of blood rushing in her ears. He can’t mean this… He wouldn’t— But then the venomous tone Antinous had taken about Telemachus echoed in her mind.

Odysseus’s son. The one standing in his way.

She had long known her brother’s ambition, how his hatred for Odysseus extended to Telemachus. She knew his anger festered like an open wound. But to plan an outright murder… to take her love from her… Her legs felt weak, and she leaned against the cold marble for support. Just when she thought she couldn’t stomach more, the conversation shifted, and Antinous spoke of Penelope in a way that made bile rise in her throat.

“Then we’ll hold her down while her gate is open, while we get a taste, while we share her spoils. I will not let any part go to waste!”

The words burned in Pandora’s ears. This was the same man—her brother—who had fiercely shielded her from these same suitors’ leering gazes and vulgar comments. The same man who would break their noses for even hinting at touching her. And now here he was, speaking of Penelope, another woman, with the same callous disregard. As if Penelope’s worth was nothing more than her ability to secure his ambition.

It made her sick.

She took a shaky step back, her thoughts spiraling. Antinous had always been her protector, her fierce shield in a cruel world. But how could she reconcile the brother who had fought for her with the man standing in that hall? The man who would talk about Penelope like property, who would murder her love without a second thought?Her throat tightened as the memory of Telemachus’s laughter echoed in her mind, of the way he’d held her before sailing away. Her hands clenched into fists, and she wanted to scream. Wanted to march into that hall and demand to know who this man was pretending to be her brother?”

But she didn’t. Not yet. Not while her heart still ached, torn between the Antinous she loved and the man plotting the destruction of everything she held dear. She turned and hurried away, silent tears streaking her face. If Antinous thought she would stand by and let him do this, he was wrong. She wouldn’t let him destroy Telemachus, Penelope, or her. Not without a fight.

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[dulcescorderitas]

parings: sam winchester x reader

synopsis: you and sam have a quickie wedding

warnings: fluff, no smut

wedding night - coming tommorrow

it’s vegas week, baby, and everything’s a little blurry, a little too loud, a little too much—and you love every second of it. the city hums with its own kind of chaotic energy, one that matches your thumping heart as you sneak another glance at sam, his too-tall frame leaning casually against the slot machine like it’s no big deal he’s about to marry you in less than twenty-four hours.

his eyes catch yours, a slow, soft smile curling at the edges of his lips, the kind of smile that makes your chest tighten in all the right ways. damn, that smile. it’s got a way of undoing you without even trying.

"you ready for this?" he asks, voice low and a little rough, like he’s still not entirely sure you’re serious about tying yourself to his kind of crazy.

you step closer, fingers trailing along the edge of his jacket, a teasing grin playing on your lips. "sam, i’ve been ready since the day you handed me that cheap diner coffee and told me demons were real. you think vegas is gonna scare me off?"

he chuckles, the sound deep, vibrating through your bones in the most delicious way. "didn’t think so," he murmurs, pulling you in, and for a moment, the rest of the world fades—just the two of you and the wild energy of the strip flickering in neon behind your closed eyelids.

then, there’s dean.

of course there’s dean.

“alright, lovebirds,” he interrupts, not even pretending to hide the smirk that stretches across his face. "as much as i love a good chick flick moment, we’ve got a wedding to plan, and if you think i’m not gonna be part of this, you’ve lost your damn minds."

sam groans, but it’s affectionate, his arm slipping around your waist as he turns to face his brother. “dean, it’s just a small ceremony—”

“yeah, yeah, small ceremony, big party. listen, sammy, you might not need a best man, but i’m not sitting on the sidelines for this one.”

there’s a beat of silence, then sam looks at you, a little helpless, a little resigned, like he knows there’s no arguing with dean when he’s made up his mind. and, let’s be honest, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

"he’s in," you say, slipping your hand into sam’s. "how could we do this without him?"

dean grins, slinging an arm around both of you, already talking about the perfect dive bar for the post-wedding blowout. and as much as sam rolls his eyes, you can tell he’s relieved, because that’s the thing about the winchesters—there’s no such thing as doing anything alone.

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the chapel isn’t much—one of those quickie joints with gaudy hearts plastered on the windows and a sign that reads 24-hour weddings, elvis optional. you couldn’t resist the cliché, the allure of something so wildly impulsive and reckless. it felt right. but as you stand in front of the doors, a nervous knot twists in your stomach. it hits you that this is real. not just some drunken dare or spur-of-the-moment thrill. this is a forever kind of thing.

you’re in a dress that hugs you in all the right places, sam’s in a suit that somehow makes him look even more irresistible, and dean? dean’s got a shit-eating grin like he’s officiating the damn thing himself.

the ceremony’s quick, simple—just the way you wanted it. sam’s hands are warm, steady as they cradle yours, and when he promises forever, you know he means it. hell, you both do. because in a world that’s always ending, where the monsters are real and the stakes are life or death, finding someone to hold onto? that’s the real jackpot.

"you may now kiss the bride," the officiant says, but sam’s already leaning in, catching your lips in a kiss that’s too hot for the little chapel, but you don’t care. you melt into him, forgetting everyone and everything except the way he makes you feel like the world could burn and you’d still be okay.

dean clears his throat. "as touching as this is, i think we’ve got some shots to take and some bad decisions to make."

you laugh against sam’s lips, pulling back just enough to look up at him, breathless and giddy. "what do you say, mr. winchester? ready to make some bad decisions?"

sam’s grin is a little wicked, a little wild. "as long as they’re with you, mrs. winchester."

and with that, you’re swept into the madness of vegas, the three of you—sam, dean, and you—taking on the night like it’s your last. because with them, every day’s an adventure, and this? this is just the beginning.

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[girlwhorizzed]

it was usual that you and jj had your mutual disagreements— think of a glitter bomb and water, you being the glitter bomb and jj the water.

you and jj were polar opposites in most ways. his explosive personality and need for constant attention was bound to clash with your more laidback, quiet nature and how you didn’t like to be interrupted every five minutes when trying to get things done— but despite it (or maybe because of it) — you both just felt magnetically drawn to each other.

you might have found the blonde irritating at times but for the most part you enjoyed having fun with him. you found yourself— attracted to his fiery energy, the way you craved drama and being the center of attention in silence. despite the shy reserved attitude you'd kept concealed over the years— jj managed to slither his way into a side to you only he had access to. like a lockpick would a door.

jj's company began to grow accustomed to you, the blonde becoming an essential in your everyday life, he’d as well of got his share of getting to explode this side of you— and he’d quickly picked up on your bratty nature, the little attitude you would always display when you wanted something. he found it annoying most of the time, but he couldn’t help enjoying the attention you gave him to, even if it was only for a moment before you inevitably grew bored and picked a fight with him.

unfortunately for you, his way of dealing with your little ‘attitude’ issues had a way of quickly putting you back in your place; you’d soon find yourself being pinned to the nearest wall, a large hand round your throat as he’d stare down at you. he’d always smirk after this little combo he created resulted in your eyes glossy and nose colored red and runny. now this specific scenario had took action plenty of times— occuring even when he'd been deep inside you, muttering sweet but nothings in your ear, fingers sliding across beneath your nose and over your cheek for comfort, but still you chose to be difficult. complaining over the littlest of things that he was saying wrong, he'd put up with it of course, till he had to stuff fingers in your mouth to keep you quiet while he worked to the finish line, . if that didn't go the way he imagined it too, well your face was meeting the soft plushies that were placed there for cushion to make sure you were comfortable. not so comfortable now.

times like this sparked out a maturity in jj you were unaware he had, when he'd go all serious on you. and that was happening this second.

“look at me, princess.” his voice had a way of instantly putting you into a trance; your head immediately shooting up to look at him through wide puppy eyes, body frozen as it was pinned under him. “there you go. you gonna sit quiet and listen?” he speaks as his grip on you tightens, enjoying your immediate transformation from a stubborn brat into a shyly obedient girl.

your body felt limp now, brain fuzzy and eyesight growing hazy due to the buildup in tears you'd been holding back— legs practically jelly, to say you were intimidated was an understatement, a sudden remembrance of when you were a young girl hit— the embarrassment of finding the courage to get yourself off the ground after a tantrum in the shop, is what this moment felt like.

your eyes wandered anywhere but his, your teeth met your quivering bottom lip while your face grew hotter then the usual body temperature should. your wandering eyes landed on his biceps that were out and about in that grey muscle shirt— the one you would tug on when it all became to much for you to handle, the one you wish you could dig your nails in now.

sometimes he wondered if you did it intentionally, just for the sake of it — and you always went so pliant for him once your fight had left you. he’d almost feel bad for the way you’d look up at him with such big sad eyes when he knew you’d been playing him. almost. but after taking a moment to admire the change in your expression, he’d keep you in place a little while longer, enjoying the way you’d squirm and wriggle beneath his hand, all bark and no bite. once he was satisfied that his point had finally gotten through to you, he’d let you go, but it hasn't yet clearly if you haven't spoken up yet.

“what? not got so much to say now, smartass?” he said, tilting his head to the side as he’s roughly manhandling you up the wall, forcing you to stand on your toes to get your hands on his wrist. you let out a small squeak at the sudden size adjustment, not anywhere near the height jj was stretching you up to— "m'sorry!"

he hums, not expecting you to give in so quickly — but he lets you drop back onto the bottom of your feet anyway. he doesn’t loosen his grip though, keeping his wrist to the wall as he crowds towards you, pressing the lower half of his body against you. he smirks. “yeah? what you sorry for, princess?” he’s mocking you a little, clearly enjoying seeing you all quiet and pretty, a rare sighting now.your chest is rising and falling quicker than usual, a little breathless as he leans over you, the hand around your neck still there as he pins you to the wall. you don’t respond, just keep your wide eyes on his. he continues to smirk as he notices the way your body is almost quivering under him as he’s pressing you up against the wall. “nothing to say now? that’s not very you-typical.”

"i love you!" is all you could usher out, usually only love dedications like this occured during sex but i guess this could pass too. a few tears found their way down your cheek, creating a streak in between the base of your makeup that you'd spent hours with your posture bent in front of a mirror for. he takes in your expression, raising his eyebrows a little bit at your words, not having been expecting to hear something like that come out of your mouth. *”what?”* he questions, a little taken back as he sees the tear roll down your cheek, and he almost softens a little at the sight of it, a little more used to dealing with your attitude, not so much your sensitive side anymore.

it does soften him a little however, though he still doesn’t let go of your neck. “what’s… all this for, huh?” he asks, using his free hand to gently swipe the tear from your cheek, watching it wetly gleam against your skin. it does soften him a little however, though he still doesn’t let go of your neck. “i —“ your voice is soft and shy, feeling a little awkward with the display of vulnerability you’ve suddenly just shown him after having such a bratty attitude with him just minutes before. "m'sorry jayj! just— i-"

it was the first time he’d seen you vulnerable like this during an argument, he'd usually see you bolt out of whatever room you were arguing in and re-enter with a pink colored bag stuffed with whatever you could rummage inside— announcing your departure for the night, only to return early the next day. your eyes were shiny under this light and definitely increased in size due to the puff, with more tears that threatened to fall— he couldn't deal with you crying, he could however your attitude, your biting words and the way you’d push and pull at him, but the sight of you crying? he couldn’t say he enjoyed it this much; he felt pity for his girl. his hands fall from your neck slowly, traveling to gently push your hair behind your ear, trying to brush more tears from your face. “don’t cry, pretty girl, c’mon…”

he lets his thumb gently brush your cheek, wiping the tear away as he stares down at you. you were always a master with your waterworks— but for some reason, he couldn’t just let you go like normal this time. maybe it was because you’d actually gotten a little tear to slide out in between the smudged mascara, or maybe it’s just because he missed having you so quiet and innocent under him, not putting up a fight for once. either way, instead of letting you go, he slowly lets himself wrap an arm around your waist, pulling you even closer to his body. your head rested against the material of his muscle tank, this is how you expressed you were apologetic— physical touch. your manicured nails slid smoothly against the exposed skin, his sea-salt scent beginning to soothe your worries like calming lullaby's would a baby in distress.

this whole situation was your fault. it was all part of the game with you, you’d push buttons and act out until you got a reaction — and he’d always give you one. but you’d often go too far and find yourself upset, and that’s usually why he’s have to pick up the pieces. he’d have to hold you and help you through your own mess. it was hard for you to apologise and admit that you were wrong sometimes, how stubborn you could be, but in moments like these, it always melted his heart a little. you were like a little puppy that he didn’t want to punish too hard, and he often found himself feeling guilty that he’d even let himself raise his voice or lay a hand on you. so when you quietly utter your little ‘i’m sorry’ he let’s himself hold you tighter, his hand dropping to your hip.

he was used to your tears by now — whether they were real or fake (although he could always tell), he had learned to deal with them. he knew exactly what had led to you sobbing in the kitchen, it had been you that had chosen to disturb him when he’d told you he needed to focus. he knows your sensitive and emotional, he knew that when he first met you. but that didn’t stop him from loving you any less, even if you were a ‘brat’ sometimes — and of course that meant he’d learned to comfort you even when it was your fault.

maybe all you needed was a little fuck to get you acting right, after all it had been a while since he'd properly laid you on your back and properly gave you what you wanted, maybe this is what led to your attitude then crying outburst. you need a release, all women do. jj would be lying if he said that hadn’t crossed his mind; you were a nightmare at times when you were feeling bratty, and he was more than happy to be the one to fix you up. he looks back down at your face, eyeing the way your mascara is starting to smudge and the smeared lipstick on your lips that looks like a little heart. your cheeks are flushed and the little spark has left your eyes, instead being replaced with a look of submission. “you gonna behave now, princess?”

you nodded, feeling stuffed like a turkey on thanksgiving with the attention you were receiving— even if it was war to end up like this, in his arms all coddled up like a baby then you'd go ahead and do it again. "want you,." you mumble, fiddling with the leather hem of his belt that kept his faded black cargo shorts up.

he watches, his eyes quickly flicking down to watch your hand as you mess with the rim of his shorts, not missing the way you’re starting to pout up at him like a puppy. “yeah?” he responds, and you can hear the cockiness in his voice, knowing that you’d given in and now he’s starting to get that attitude with you again, enjoying knowing that you were the one who was begging for it now.

"don't make me beg."

he can’t stop the smirk that grows on his face as he hears you reply, a hint of attitude seeping into your voice again as you’re starting to grow more impatient, already becoming a little needy again. “don’t bite off more than you can chew, princess.” he replies, the nickname rolling off his tongue with ease now while he raises an eyebrow down at you. it's a second as you furrow your brows with a stern look plastered on your face, that read 'are you serious?' clearly offended he was taunting you, because it was only acceptable when you acted that way.

that little stern look doesn’t go unnoticed, and it’s when he sees the way you’re looking up at him with your eyebrows furrowed and a pout on your flushed face that he has to force back a laugh. he loves when you try and put your foot down with him, but he knows he’s always the one in the drivers seat, so instead of arguing, he gives your ass a rough pat, signalling for you to head into the bedroom.

[liliasdog]

Avis Amberg x Reader

Avis goes to the station and sees a woman that catches her interest and claims her forever.

Contains: Praise, Strap, blood, knife, choking, bondage, collar, pet play, dog cage

This is my first attempt at smut so sorry if it sucks.

It was a boring day at the station while you were working on a truck you heard Eddie trying to get your attention. “Hey, doll you got a customer.”

“It better not be another creepy guy Eddie, you know I don't like them.” You say as you lift your head from inside the trucks hood and wipe off the grease from your hands.

Eddie let you get cleaned up before telling you who it is. “It's Avis. She requested you specifically doll so go get her.” He says and walks back to his office.

You knew Avis was a big deal around the station, anyone who goes with her always has damn good stories to tell. So you hurry over to her car and lean in the window. “Fill ‘er up ma'am?”

“I want to go to dreamland.” Avis says and that's when you notice her beautiful red dress. “Of course ma'am.” You say as you get in her car and the two of you drive to her mansion.

“My daughter isn't home so we'll have the house to ourselves darling.” Avis says and gets out of the car and you follow her.

“This is a nice house ma'am.” You say as you look around while she leads you to her room. “Please darling call me Avis or Miss. We are about to fuck each other.” She says and you nod. “Yes Miss.”

Walking into her bedroom you see the large four poster bed against the back wall but you also notice a dog cage and get confused cause you didn't hear a dog. “Do you have a dog Miss?” You ask.

“No dear, that's for you if you do a good job.” She says with a smirk on her face. “You see dear if you're a good little pup for Mama then you can stay here forever and not have to work at the station anymore.” Avis tells you and your eyes widen in shock.

“Not to sound rude Miss but that has to be a joke.” You say confused and she sits on her bed and pats the spot beside her and you accept.

“I'm not joking dear, Eddie has told me how much you hate it there and he has also told me who you prefer to service so, I talked with him and we made a deal. You stay with me permanently if you can prove yourself worthy of it and you never have to go back there.” She says as she changes into a flowy robe and you can't decide how to feel knowing that if you do good enough for her you won't have to deal with creepy guys anymore.

“I.. I can't accept that Miss, I chose to work there so I put up with it no matter how bad it gets.” You tell her unable to accept the hospitality but she stops you. “You will accept and I know you will because I have everything you need to be happy in this house. Any toy you could think of is in my collection, every tool for pain and every tool for pleasure.” Avis tells you and you feel yourself blush and nod not trusting yourself to talk.

“O.. Okay Miss I accept your offer and thank you.” You say and nod your head again. Hearing Avis let out a soft laugh you look at her.

“Darling, you are just so polite, I knew you'd be a good choice. Now if you're ready to continue I want you to strip for me.” She tells you and leans back on her arms with her legs crossed.

Getting up you remove your boots, uniform and hat before removing your lace bra and underwear with a blush. “I choose to dress up even just a little bit especially with this job.” You explain and wait for her next instruction.

“Well my dear, I can say that you look absolutely divine. Now come show me what your mouth can do first.” Avis says and spreads her legs for you and you see she's not wearing underwear. “Crawl for me pet.” She commands and you can't resist letting out a soft moan at the order.

Getting on your hands and knees you crawl towards her bed and kneel before her. “Get to it pet.” Is all she says before gasping as you run your tongue across her folds.

As you run your tongue over her clit she grabs your hair and pulls causing you to moan. Deciding to focus on just her clit you use little licks and then suck and smirk as you hear Avis’s reaction.

“F...Fuck pet, so good.” Avis moans out as you continue to suck her clit before pulling away and nipping her thigh playfully. Pushing your tongue into her entrance she let's out a high pitched moan.

“Yes, yes pet yes. Good girl.” Avis moans as she arches her back and you know she's close so you suck her clit harshly and she cums all over your tongue and face. She holds you close as you clean her up then sit back on your heels panting with a smile.

When Avis finally comes down from her aftershocks she looks at you impressed. “Wow pet, you are sinfully good with that tongue of yours. Get up here and fuck me again.” She tells you and strips out of her robe.

Climbing onto the bed you run your fingers over her body and stop on her breasts. “Did you like that Miss?” You ask knowing that she did. She flips you over so she's on top now and gets up and grabs some things.

You see her grab a knife, some rope, shears, a strap on and a red leather collar. Seeing her grab the items you feel yourself blush and see Avis smirk. Avis puts the knife on the dresser before turning to you.

“Are you ready pet because I will ruin you.” Avis asks and you say your consent before she comes back to the bed and puts the items down and sees your thighs are covered in your own arousal. “But first let's help you out pet.” Avis says before slowly thrusting a finger into you.

Grabbing the bed you ask her, “More please Miss.” and she adds a second finger and picks up her pace. “Fuck, please Miss. Please.” You beg without knowing what for but Avis starts rubbing her thumb in circles over your clit and you bite your lip to not let out a loud whine.

“I have to say pet you look so good writhing under me. Do you want more from Mama?” Avis asks sarcastically. With your hips meeting her every thrust you nod and thrash your head side to side. “Please Miss, need more.” You beg and she speeds up again and you scream out as you cum all over her fingers and hand.

“Shhh, I got you pet. Good girl for me, such a good pet.” Avis praises as she slowly removes her fingers and pets your hair soothingly as you come down from your high.

Coming back to reality you smile softly. “Thank you Miss.” Is all you can say before Avis kisses you passionately and wraps her hand around your neck not cutting of airflow but just for slight pressure so you remember who's in charge.

Avis pulls away and smiles. “I'm going to put a rope harness on you if that's okay dear.” She tells you but still waits for permission. “That's perfectly fine Miss, please tie me up.” You say excitedly and she starts wrapping the rope around your chest and torso making sure to accentuate your breasts for herself.

By the time she's done you're now wearing a nice heart harness and you see Avis smile clearly glad with her work. “You look so good pet, so submissive for me. Why I bet you'd let me cut my name into you.” She says and you immediately let out a moan at the thought as Avis smirks shocked.

“Well, well it seems I picked myself a masochist. If you really want me to carve my name into your thigh you'll do whatever I say, when I say it pet. Can you be a good girl and listen to me?” Avis asks and she chuckles as you frantically nod your head not trusting your words.

“I need words pet or I won't do anything.” She says and you speak up. “P...Please Miss I'll do anything.” You beg then see Avis grab the strap on. “Anything huh? Well put this on and fuck me then like the good pet I know you can be.” Avis tells you and lays on the bed while she waits for you to fix the harness to yourself and you climb back on the bed.

Lining up the tip of the dildo with her entrance she grabs your shoulders as you slowly ease it into her. “I'm not going to break pet. Fuck me like you mean it.” Avis says as she grabs your face to look at her. Hearing her words you harshly thrust forward and feel her claw your shoulders.

Thrusting into Avis at a steady pace you thrust a little harder just to test out what she likes and when she moans loudly you know she likes it. “Yes pet. So good for me. Such a good girl.” She praises as she starts meeting your thrusts and her moans start getting higher pitched. Moving your mouth to her breast you start sucking and biting softly before moving one hand and frantically rub her clit as her back arches and she screams. “YES, YES. FUCK.” Is all she says as she cums around the dildo and you slow down your thrusts before pulling out of her.

Laying on top of Avis you run your hands over her thighs and help her come down. Feeling her pet your hair you see her eyes are glossy and she pulls you up for a kiss. “Thank you pet, you did so good for Mama and made me feel so good. I want you to be mine forever.” Avis says as she slowly gets up and grabs the red leather collar and puts it around your neck.

“I promise that I'll always keep you safe and be loyal to you my pet.” She says and locks it closed. Feeling tears fall Avis wipes them off your cheeks. “Thank you Miss. Thank you so much.” You knock her over onto the bed with a hug and kiss before remembering. “Does this mean you'll carve your name in my thigh?” You ask her hopeful and she laughs and nods.

“Yes my sweet pet I will. Just lay on the bed and get comfortable.” Avis says and grabs the knife off her dresser then comes back and straddles your shins. “Are you sure about this pet? This can't be taken back.” Avis asks you needing to make sure you fully understand what this means and you nod. “I understand what this means and I will be yours proudly for everyone to see Miss.” You tell her with a smile.

Feeling the sting of the knife in your thigh you grab the bed and grip hard as you try not to moan. Feeling yourself getting close to another orgasm you warn Avis. “G...Gonna cum Miss.” Avis just smiles and continues her work on your thigh. “Cum for me pet just from me claiming you as mine. Be such a good girl for me.” Avis says and you cum as she finishes her name.

Panting heavily you hear Avis toss the knife somewhere and pull you into her lap. “You did so good baby. Such a good pet for me.” She praises as she slowly rocks you both an you fall asleep in her arms.

Waking up an hour later you see Avis has bandaged where she cut and smile before hearing her in the bathroom. Getting up you push through the pain and walk over to her and wrap your arms around her waist and press a kiss to her neck. “Thank you Miss for bandaging my thigh. You're really sweet.” You tell her and she grins.

“Of course my pet. I'll always take care of you no matter what. Now I was called into the office so I want you to get some more rest and nap in your cage. Don't worry about Eddie he knows not to be expecting you and there's food and water already in your cage for you.” Avis tells you with a kiss to your head and helps you to your new dog cage and you see it's got a nice soft dog bed and a plush blanket then spot the snacks and bottle if water for you. Crawling inside you make yourself comfortable and fall asleep while Avis goes to work.

You dream of Avis and how she's now you're Dominant forever and smile as you sleep.

[op-dumpstertruck]

Ahh I sent that before I was done!!! Do you also have a timeline of events? I love that you jump around but it is a little confusing >~<

Oh yeah, I know, oopsie! Since I had that question a few times I'll try to give you a timeline under the cut, but I'm really not a writer:

Sanji leaves Germa as a kid, deeply insecure about being an omega. Sora tried to hide it first, but when it came out Judge was furious. It adds an extra layer of disdain he has for Sanji in this AU; but it was also the only thing that increased his value somehow, in Judges eyes. I think even as young as he was, Sanji did realise that whatever the plans were Judge might have had for him, they were.. not good at all. Omegas don't really exist on Germa, but if they do, they are seen, not heard. Even as a kid Sanji heard some really degrading, overtly sexist comments from his brothers. When he ran away, Sanji learned to hide that part of himself.

Zeff definitely knows, but he's the only one that does. Sanji is a extremly skittish kid when it comes to that, that alone has cost Zeff years of his life (he worries all the time, but they also never talk properly). Worldbuilding wise, I think male omegas are very, very rare. In the context of how the cooks talk to each other, Sanji definitely has heard a lot of very crude jokes about himself.

As old habits die hard, Sanji didn't tell the crew when he joined. With scent suppressants he easily seems like a beta - and even if they run out here and there (which he desperately tries to avoid) with all the smoking he does you can barely smell him anyway.

Zoro and Sanji happened. Neither of them expected that.

Zoro knows Sanji is an omega, probably even long before they got together, I'm not completely sure yet. He's the first one to know and is the only one that does for a long time - Kureha didn't tell Chopper on Drum Island, but he'll eventually be the next one to know.

Sanji gets pregnant (to his own horror) and has to deal with that. Because they are actually functioning quite well at this point as a couple (who would have thought) Sanji tells Zoro as soon as he suspects what's up. They find out together, but don't immediately tell the crew, since they are unsure how to proceed.

thriller bark happens and Sanji looses his mind in the aftermath for a hot minute. (he'll eventually tell the crew in the aftermath.)

close to sabody and marineford (or parallel to it) Sanji gets kidnapped. Omegas are often sold into slavery there, so the crew is on the wrong track for quite a while. As other things are happening simultaneously, and plot happens, the strawhats are sweeped up in chaos. (I might come back to those details later)

the world is made to believe that Sanji died. It is Judges doing, but the timeline plays into his hands: it fits the narrative of the navy retaliating and punishing the strawhats for both what happened at Enies-Lobby and marineford perfectly. Since the strawhats don't know about Sanjis family, they fall for it.

Kuina is born in Germas prison. Sanji does everything he can to convince Judge to keep her alive. He knows Judge has plans for him and threatens to kill himself, should Judge do anything to her. She continues to be the bargain chip through the next few years, to make Sanji to comply to do things. They don't even need to threaten Zeff here.

Sanji gets married off. It's not a happy marriage, but of big political interest for Judge. (This time, there is no one to stop the wedding.)

Kid two and three are born (I don't know their names yet).

It takes them nearly nine years, but Reiju and Sanji get Kuina out and send her on a journey to find the crew. Sanji doesn't see her for more than a year, before the strawhats are back and all hell breaks loose.

[reddevilmcnt]

Ross is getting all shifty and silly from feeling the vodka. Recognizing as much pulls a deliciously devious grin across Maksim’s face, though he doesn’t call him out on it. That’s what the vodka was for, to grease the wheels of this conversation and keep things rolling smoothly. Not that their conversations were ever awkward or terribly strained... they had a knack for swinging wildly from laid-back teasing to absolute batshit behavior without missing a beat. Nonetheless, after that last phone call? Maksim had been a bit nervous about how to approach Ross. He’d already been branded a dangerous fuck up, and that much he could live with. Dangerous was part of the package, especially when you stacked him up against anyone Ross had ever known. But being an emotional fuck up? That was a different beast entirely, and while Maksim could more than handle the 'dangerous' label as it immediately formed boundaries, kept things in check, letting his more tender emotions trickle in? Was opening a door of way too much risk, of closeness no one outside his kind, or even his pack, had ever truly earned. It sounds snobbish as hell, and it was, but to Maksim, it was all about loyalty. Trusting Ross above those he held dear, or even so much as putting them on equal playing field? Would make him a disgrace of an Alpha. But, well, it wasn’t likely to become a problem anytime soon, now was it?

Luckily? ...The conversation takes a raunchy turn and stays there, and Maksim doesn't seem to really mind. He’s a damn apex predator, with probably the highest sex drive of them all. Of course his mind’s filthy as hell, and he’s experienced more than his share of equally lewd and enticing gossip. What’s starting to grate on him, though, is the way Ross keeps painting certain images in his head. For instance, there’s no reason he should be abruptly thinking about how pretty Ross’s ass might look while riding dick. None. But that isn’t about mutual attraction. No, it’s just the way Maksim’s mind and body are wired------- always ready to take a comment or stray detail and run wild with it. He reminds himself that Ross isn’t trying to provoke him, not like that. And even if he were, Maksim knows better than to go there with someone he could end up accidentally killing, after he swore protection.

"You? Into being degraded? With that fucking mouth?" Maksim snickers, his voice dripping with disbelief. There’s no way he’d let any man talk down to him, even in bed. Right? Right. (And surely Ross wouldn’t be crazy enough to take Maksim’s various threats to rip his throat out as some kind of fun, right? He’s not that insane.) But the next short story gives him some time to deliberate, humming lowly from the bottom of his chest and finally wiping off his mouth with a napkin. "Well, not every man has that 'Alpha Dom' thing in him, or whatever you call it. But, speaking from experience, it could've just been a bad match. I've known bottoms who get off on being overstretched more than anything----- and then there are the others, like yourself, who probably need something more average sized or smaller, that can hit the right spots." Maksim's smirk widens, taking on a comically evil edge as he imagines Ross struggling with anything bigger. And that's----- well, fucking funny, but also somewhat disappointing for an Alpha with a big cock and knot. But, you know what? He doesn't need to be bringing any of that up. No point in teasing Ross about their hypothetical sexual incompatibility------ it's obvious enough, after all. "...I do see your point, though. Just because it's big doesn't mean you sling it around without knowing who you're dealing with. But, yeah, pace yourself, little one."

He starts going for the nachos, easily clearing half the box of them within moments. Big wolf, big appetite, you know how it is. Doesn't look like Ross can keep up anyway (poor thing already getting too tipsy,) so he might as well put most of it away himself. "What's a William Golding?" Whatever. "Oh, yeah? You'd train them? I mean, I know how I would do it, but this I gotta hear. From the perspective of a bottom who probably only handles below average dick at best." Something dark flashes in Maksim's eye, and finally, he wipes his fingers clean, then folds his broad, beefy arms on the counter, locking eyes with the swaying fool in front of him. "...Fine, let's make a bet. I'll go on the stupid blind date, but if it fucking sucks? You have to introduce me to someone else instead. At the club." It's not just a ploy to get his boring ass out and slutty-drunk... but if that does happen? Well, Maksim's fully prepared to laugh it up, snap a few pictures, and keep them as blackmail material he’ll gleefully hold over Ross for the rest of his life.

this feels easy, and that feels scary to ross. as the food is splayed out, as the drinks flow (and ross finds himself deep into glass number three of vodka), and the apartment fills with the sound of warm laughter and lighthearted fun, something grips in his chest, that always present fear that something's going to ruin it, destroy the small moment of happiness and come crashing in to shove him back to the bottom of the well when he's finally started to see the sun at the top of it.

he thinks he's good at not letting it show, with the way he laughs, takes bites of food or sips of vodka, slower now as his face starts to warm, cheeks redden, and especially when the sweater comes off and gets tossed into a chair so that he can cool off from the heat inside of him, leaving nothing but a worn old tank top hanging loosely from his frame. "i'm not in a school and you are certainly not a child, so i think you can handle hearing the word slutty, big guy." the words come out through bites of taco, as his eyes roam a little more than they should across a strong jaw and a built frame.

maksim is hot, and it definitely isn't fair, but ross, even slutty vodka ross isn't going to just throw himself at the guy and beg to get fucked like an animal in his own living room. he's got some self respect left, and maksim seems to be quite clear on the lines he's drawing, the teasing is one thing, but going beyond that feels absolutely like crossing those.

instead, he takes another bite of food, chews thoughtfully, and then shrugs at the man, finishing yet another glass of that vodka and moving a little more playfully where he stands in front of the counter, the perch he's taken so that he can look at the man head on. he's swaying a little on his feet, keeping his body moving in an almost constant rhythm to music that isn't playing. "for someone to split me open and tell me how bad of a boy i've been? abso-fucking-lutely. let me tell you, this guy i was dating before, total snore. like, what's the point of having a nice cock if you don't know how to use is properly? and he wanted to be the big strong alpha dom, but didn't even know how to properly hold me down. wanna talk about boring. that guy." he's definitely talking too much, sharing too much, and yet he can't bring himself to care, because he's laughing still, filling the air with the soft melody of it.

"i am really good at my job. i can teach kids about william golding, and i can probably teach aspiring sluts how to properly take dick. maybe a side business, if i'm ever hurting for cash." a small nod follows his words, as he pours himself yet another glass, reaches for one of the shrimp that maksim is definitely hogging to pop into his mouth with a cheeky grin. "but please, do tell me how it goes if you do go on that blind date. i'd love to know what other people think of you, see how it compares to my notes."

[kingkatsuki]

Do your blorbos ever look at each other inside your blorbo mansion and wonder “what the fuck is that guy doing here?”

[weezerlvr228]

they look half dead ☹️

[swordmaid]

playing dress ups in piccrew with my ocs as one does and now I am thinking up of a regency or victorian era based murder mystery au with thalia as main char or something ,,,, anyway chars go from thalia left shri’iia right

then yves as creepy nun and wren as the one sole dude in this line up

[gu6chan]

most cathartic moment of my life was last night when me and my sister were yapping to each other about our least favourite pieces of media ever and i showed her ONE scene from DOD3 after bitching about it for like a million hours and she was just "okay i see why you think every dod3 fan is a horrible person what the fuck is this"

[bravewolfvesperia]

/ so I finally updated my rules and verses pages to reflect current activity and such since they were a bit outdated. if you haven't checked them in a long time, pleeeease at least skim them again! I think I mostly got everything, but I'd realized I hadn't properly updated them since shortly after I made this blog. 🙇‍♀️

[obstinaterixatrix]

head in hands. it really is just