#her along with 50 other ocs

[snipdoodle]

I think I’m in love with Dash

Same here, bud

[arolesbianism]

There's smth rly fun abt having stories based off of dreams because you just have a bunch of dream based worldbuilding that you just sorta have to work with now. Like oh a ring of infinite dragons run through the earth eternally consuming eachother? Guess I have to explain that now. Also that's sick as hell why didn't I think of that while awake

[lufyuu]

,, Tied Up Prince ''

Psychotic villain x Isekai'd second prince male reader

Tw/s: bondage, stockholm syndrome-ish, reader is into how the villain puts him in his place, dub-con, ripping clothes, degration, angry sex, punished reader, yandere-like oc, agressive sex.

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The sound of blades clashing is loud. Ear deafening even. The sound continues for what feels like a century to the young man. When it finally stops, he lets out a frustrated sigh. Not being able to guess what will happen next.

The masked man refuses to fall down on his knees. Instead, he limps a bit while looking up at the sword wielding main character, his sword casted aside. His long messy hair covers even more of his features due to the fact his mask has sustained some damage and yet he still finds a way to taunt the other. “你真的觉得这样就结束了吗？” , letting out a chuckle. With only a few seconds left in the episode, the viewer watches in anticipation, wondering what will happen. The semi masked man limps towards the other and out of nowhere, throws needles towards the main character. As he passes out, so do the end credits.

"WHAT!??? IT CAN'T END LIKE THIS???", you freak out over the cliffhanger ending, urgently scrolling to see if it's ongoing or if there are more episodes— unfortunately, it's neither. You feel as if you're about to metaphorically cry due to frustration. Nobody warned you there'd be a huge cliffhanger after 50 episodes! "God damnit!", you yell at nobody in particular while trying to do more research. Maybe if you look hard enough, the 51st episode will appear...right?

Even after 2 hours, you refuse to give up. You've wasted almost 3 whole days to watch this stupid series, it can't just end like that. You even go through some tiktok comments and edits too find any clues to an episode 51. Though, it's odd that nobody cares to mention the fact that there's a huge cliffhanger on the last episode. Everyone seems to be okay with it? That can't be right. Either everyone's crazy or you're going crazy.

"AHA!", you finally find a "clue" of some sort in the official website. It states that although the series does end on episode 50, it's based off of a novel which is completed. Without a second thought, you search it up only to find that the novel name is...your name? It clearly says [Name] [L. Name] as the title. As they say, curiosity killed the cat. You mindlessly click on the link.

“我们终将相遇，灵魂伴侣。”

.ᐟ.ᐟ

'My head's killing me...', when you open your eyes, you're faced with a ceiling. It wouldn't be odd if it weren't for the fact that it's not your ceiling. "What the...", you instantly sit up on the bed to look around. Not only is the ceiling not the one you usually wake up to, the entire room isnt even yours. You scramble to get on your feet, almost sprinting towards the door. When you are about to open it, it opens from the other side. "Ah!", the short, well dressed girl lets out a shocked noise, "your highness, you're up early", she regains her composure and sesms to be waiting for something. You stay quiet for a few seconds which prompts her to try and break the silence, "may I come in..?", to which you take a step to the right, allowing her to enter the spacious bedroom and put down a tray with food. Before she exits, she opens the windows for you to which you thank her for as she walks out the room, leaving you all alone once more.

"Gosh it's bright out", you walk over to the now opened window and look out. The scent of nature lingers on your nose, it calms your panicked mind in just a few seconds. The birds chirping, the leaves rustling, the sun shining brightly. Far different from the traffic jam and loud vehicles you'd normally hear. This gives you enough time to think about the situation in a calm and rational manner. 'Your highness?', is what you think of, along with the fact that the room and environment is vastly different from the messy, dark room you would usually wake up to. Questioning yourself only led to even more questions and so, you turn to look at the plate that has been served to you. Two steamed buns and a few fruits for nutrients.

"Alright let's see what I can find!", you have some optimism in you as you begin your "investigation". The courtyard is ridiculously big and so are the halls. You alnost got lost halfway in! Deciding it's time for a little break, you sit down on a nearby pavilion. "I've been here for almost an hour, am I just dreaming..", you pinch yourself a few times but end up with a red cheek and still no answers. "Ow...", you sigh, nothing has given you any answers.

"What's gotten you so stressed?", a voice rings out behind you, prompting you to turn around just enough to get a glance. A good-looking and well built man stands behind with a small smile on his face. He takes a few steps forward and sits next to you, "I don't think I've ever heard you sigh that loudly before", he tries to lighten up the mood seeing how blue you look right now. "Well...", realizing something, you do a double take, "Zhou Jian!?", you jump up in disbelief to which he responds with a very shocked face, "yes..?", he looks worried for your well, "was I really gone that long?", he chuckles and scratches his head, "I could have sworn it was just a month", you could only stand frozen in time, jaw almost wide open but you manage to keep it closed. "C'mon, sit down, tell 哥哥 what's on your mind", he smiles with his eyes closed, patting the seat next to him. You slowly sit down while staring bullets into him. "Are you mad at me?", he asks with a worried expression, you turn away, realizing your stare was bothering him. "Ahem no, of course not", in all honesty, you're trying your best to act like a younger sibling and it sure it hard when your older brother is THE Zhou Jian.

He had previously heard of your dissatisfaction with how he is almost always away from home so it wasn't unreasonable for him to think that way. "Hm, then?", he asks, tilting his head and moving closer to you. You don't even know what you want...maybe just a bit of help 'recalling' who you are. Of course you can't just say you lost your memories or something like that, it'd worry Zhou Jian.

What to do...you have to continue exploring this strange world but also can't risk alerting Zhou Jian...That's it!

"I think I just need a stroll out", you look at him. He tenses up and his eyebrows begin furrow. "You know that's not a good idea", he shakes his head, shit you just fucked up..how were you supoosed to know you're not allowed out?? "Please? There's something I need to do", you try to plead, "and I won't be out an hour", but no matter how you persist, he doesn't waver. "弟弟, if it truly is important, I'll send someone to do whatever it is for you", he offers an alternative but that doesn't work for you. There is no way to convince him so you think of another idea. You close your eyes for a moment and nod, "it's okay, I changed my mind", giving a half smile.

"Oh...they're so tall..", you look at the walls you planned to climb to get out. You never learned how to climb a rope either so that's out of the question. Maybe your secret get out plan won't be happening afterall.

'Think [Name], think!'

You pace around, trying to think of another plan. Those cliche romance shows lied to you! You can't possibly climb a tall building. While pacing around, you can't help but feel as if you're forgetting something but what? You try your best to recall the whole series, the plot, what happened and what started it.

"Zhou Jian has to defend his kingdom against the villain due to the fact that...", you talk to yourself, trying to regain memory of the show, "the villain seeks out the Kingdom's rumoured hidden temple in order to seize...", as if everything's connected, you remember the most important thing, "..the power within!", your fist gently hits your palm, and your eyes widen with excitement. "That means I probably have powers like that too!", you almost let out a happy noise but remembering that you are most likely going to be spotted faster if you do, you contain yourself. "How to activate it..", you try to think of jumping over the wall, maybe gracefully flying over to the other side but nothing happens. "They make it look so effortless in the shows", you start to wonder if there's really not a single system window to guide you.

"Your highness! It's time for your tea", a maid is clearly looking for you, shouting loudly as she searches for you everywhere. "Oh shit!", you'll get found out in no time if you don't escape now! A sudden wave of panic sends your body suddenly flying over the 40ft tall cement wall. "W-wAoHH", You brace for impact but fortunately for you, your body doesn't hit the ground roughly, infact, your fall is cushioned by an invisible object. You need time to process what just happened but the guards right around the corner says otherwise. Without missing another second, your legs sprint towards the town in hopes of not getting caught red handed. 'It seems my magic is unstable..is it because I'm not from here or is it just my new body that's weak..?'

You huff and huff due to how fast you just ran from the imperial palace to the bustling streets. After a while, you pull yourself together and look around, finally noticing the amazing scent of the street food being sold. "Excuse me", a little girl says, trying to get past you as you're blocking the middle, "sorry!", you instantly move to the side to let her get past. "Now, where to start", your eyes dart around, a mom and daughter sharing a tanghulu, a couple enjoying their stroll together and even a homeless looking man being given a baozi to eat. Looking at everything up close in person gives a different feeling than when you're watching behind a screen. Despite being here, you still have little to no clue as to who you are in this world and what your purpose is. All you know if that you're the brother of the protagonist. In the original show, there were no mentions of the protagonist ever having a younger brother so people assumed he's an only child. The only heir to the thrown, who knew there would be a spare?

Well you can't dwell on that too much, you have to at least find out what arc you're in right now. Maybe by knowing, you'd be able to assist the protagonist in fighting! Technically you're the main character now that you've isekai'd into the world so there's no way you'd be in any sort of danger!

You turn your attention to your right, the neverending displays of food makes your mouth water. Unfortunately, due to you not paying much attention to where you're walking, you bump into someone. The impact was enough to send you stumbling backwards. The stranger's hand instinctively wraps around your waist, preventing you from falling onto the people behind you and potentially creating a domino effect. His taller stature surprises you. Only when you stabilize yourself, he removes his hand. "Next time, be more aware of your surroundings", his voice is somewhat elegant yet intimidating and indifferent. You can't really diciphere him as his face is covered by a very oddly terrifying mask. It definitely stands out which makes you wonder if he does like the attention if brings him or simply he's unaware of his unique accessory. Though, before you can ask anything, he walks in past you, dissapearing into the crowd. Something about him seemed...very familiar.

After several hours of strolling and finding absolutely nothing, you notice the sun going down, dusk is coming and the night is about to settle in. So, you decide to get back to the palace the same way you got out of it, panicking and then being thrown over the wall.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

Nobody seemed to have questioned why you were gone for half the day. Fortunate for you of course but does beg the question why nobody noticed a prince going missing.

In the morning, however, the same maid who had been calling out to you for tea did question where you were. "I wasn't feeling tea", was your simple yet effective answer.

"Gosh I was out for so long and yet found nothing in return", you kick a rock in the courtyard while sighing loudly. The masked man already erased from your mind. What's even worse is that with your hair this long, it takes more effort to take care of it, not to mention the hanfu which made you stand out like a sore thumb. At just a glance, one could tell you're royalty due to your attire. Maybe you should have thought of that before going out yesterday. This time, you'll dress up just like any other commoner there. There must be at least one that doesn't look like a prince's daily outfit in the closet. You look through the ginormous closet, sorting them out one by one until you finally stumble across an acceptable one.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

Back to the bustling streets once more. The smell of food is still as amazing as you remember it. You seem to have forgotten something but fret not, your stomach is here to remind you of it. "I forgot...I didn't have breakfast..", you vaguely remember the picture of a plate filled with food on the table of your room. Well you can't turn back now, you're too far in. "I'll just buy something in the market", you say to yourself, walking towards the nearest food stall which sells roasted meat on sticks. The sight is already mouth watering, you can't wait to sink your teeth into it. "老板! One roasted meat please", you grin ear to ear knowing you'd have one in your hands in a few seconds, "that'll be 3 coins", did you even bring any money? You desperately try to search your hanfu for any signs of coins but to no avail. "C-can I have it...for free?", you awkwardly ask, "hah? Who do you think you are, just so you know, have to feed my family too."

'Time to pull out my status' you thought to yourself, "well, I'm—", "I'll pay for it", a hand behind you gives a few coins to the seller, prompting the seller to give the roasted meat to you. You look behind to see who had stolen your spotlight only to be face to face with yet another mask. The same mask actually. "Thank you but I could handle it by myself", you give a slight smile, "oh? It seems to me you had no money, or perhaps you'd like to pay me back?", you can tell he's a bit annoyed but what you can't tell is that he's amused. "In that case, I take it back", getting a sudden eerie feeling from the man, you leave immediately and he watches you run off.

You run until you're sure he wouldn't be able to see you anymore. "Jeez what even was that..", you wonder to yourself, why did your guts just tell you to run?? That's odd. Really though, something about that man is super familiar but what?

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

6 months have passed since you've been transmigrated to this world. Fortunately, you adapted quite a long time ago. The strange masked man hasn't been seen at all and because of that, you forgot all about him. The past few months have been relatively peaceful, with some royal guards getting occasional injuries from the amount of fights they've been in. Thankfully, Zhou Jian isn't one of them. You had a hard time accepting that your life in the original world might never return but hey, at least you're treated like royalty. The only downside is that you still aren't allowed outside. A huge bummer.

You enjoy some afternoon tea with Zhou Jian as bonding time for the two of you. "I'm surprised you haven't been sent to the battlefield yet", you jokingly comment, earning you a playful glare from the protagonist, "don't jinx it", he puts his porcelain teacup down, "though, it is strange that the scoundrel hasn't shown up in a while", he's referring to his enemy, the man who has been trying to get rid of your kingdom so they say it. "He's so mysterious too, no matter how many men I send to discover more about him, it's as if he doesn't exist at all but at the same time, he does", Zhou Jian says, looking up and wondering to himself, confused. "One day when you do catch him maybe you'll find out who he truly is", you sip on the hot fragrant tea. The two of you chat for a while before a guard interrupts it.

"Your highness! It's an emergency! The King himself has personally requested you on the battlefield to fight alongside him, it seems the enemies have gotten stronger", the voice is panicked, shaky, stumbling over his own words and trying his hardest to keep his composure but ultimately failing, miserably. Zhou Jian immediately gets up, grabbing the weapon he always carries by his side and rushing out with the guard, "I'm going to be back soon", he glances at you while he says this. Without anyone to chat with, you get up from your seat and head towards the library. Behind you, the servants bow as they take the cups and desserts away.

Even when night falls, neither the king nor Zhou Jian has returned. It's quite common for soldiers to camp out for a few days so you don't worry too much about it.

The hallways are oddly quiet. Probably since there are less guards and servants surrounding the place seeing as a few went to tend to the King and heir. More peace and quiet for you. The stars at night twinkle, the moon glowing so brightly, the sound of crickets. Not even the cold air bothers you. You yawn a bit, "time for bed", your legs carry you to the bed, not as comfortable as the one you had back at home but you can still sleep on it. You tuck yourself into bed and close your eyes, wondering what you'll have for brekafast tomorrow.

At the stroke of midnight, the sounds of blood gushing doesn't even wake you up. No scream can be heard due to the intruder's silencing them. "PROTECT THE SECOND PRI—", the loud voice cuts off, indicating the murder of the man. The imperial palace is a mess, filled with fresh blood and dead bodies. You sleep peacefully, blissfully unaware of the massacre happening just outside your room. Even the door creaking open doesn't wake you up from your deep slumber. A tall man hovers over you, a crown in his hand. He mumbles something but it's so quite that not even a soul can hear it. With a snap of his fingers, your hands and ankles are bound together respectively without you ever even noticing it.

"你真是个可爱的睡美人"

.ᐟ.ᐟ

Your eyes are half open, your vision all blurry due to just waking up. Your whole body aches but when you go to stretch, you find it to not be possible. You struggle and notice your hands and ankles bound by something that's glowing red. It hurts whenever you try to get rid of it. "Go on, the sight of you struggling amuses me", a voice says out loud from a corner of the room. The masked man gets up from his seat and as he walks closer to where you are bound, you notice that his mask is slightly damaged. Well, a part of it has broken off, revealing his blood colored eye.

He carries himself with such elegance that you'd think he's royalty at a first glance. He brings himself down to your level, his eye crinkle softly at the corner, the look on your face is just so adorable. "I never would have thought we'd meet again, 小王子", he grabs your chin, lifting it up so you two make eye contact. "I had an inkling you were apart of their little kingdom, I just didn't expect you to be so naive", he continues while looking at your frustrated face which he adores, "did you really think those pesky little servants could ever protect you?", you turn your head to the side, not wanting to even touch him. It is honestly a bit embarrassing for you as you've watched this whole series, know the plot and yet here you are, kidnapped by the villain himself of whom you finally remember the name of, Xu RenFeng, and not even getting the chance to put up a fight.

Xu RenFeng thinks for a moment, the silence deafening. "How about this, you and I become partners so to say", you're confused by what he's suggesting but he elaborates, "since you're hidden and have no purpose in that palace, you could be with me could you not?", he looks at you expectantly with a psychotic look in his eye. "I would kill you now but you're way too adorable to be killed just like that, I'm offering a role of a lifetime", while it does tempt you in a way, you're still not too sure about dying with him at the end. "No thank you", you don't even look at him as you say this, "I'll give you some more time to think", he stands tall and turns around, walking out the door to your prison.

To say it's a prison is exaggerating. At least it looks like an average bedroom. Not as luxurious as the one you had before but still comfortable. After a few seconds pass, you find your hands and ankles no longer bounded, giving you some freedom to explore the room you've been captured in.

Of course the surviving servants and royal guards had to inform their king and future king what had happened. From the massacre of many, many servants to the second prince going missing, presumably taken by their enemy. "We should've known it was a trap the moment he left", the King is referring to the man himself, Xu RenFeng. "Why would he want [Name]?", Zhou Jian questions, frustrated by how the situation has gone from manageable to a complete mess. His hands balled into fists, worrying for his brother's safety. They have to find you, and fast.

Meanwhile, you've been held in the room for about 5 hours. All you've been up to is trying to think of a plan to maybe just maybe, trick him long enough for the psychotic guy to let you go. From what you've seen in the show itself, he is a very calm and calculating individual, making it hard for anyone to get past him. "Gosh, it seems that the only way to get out is by relying on brute force!", compated to modern times, the door isn't made out of very strong material, maybe you can knock it down or something. When you body slam the door, it doesn't move an inch. "Well that goes my plan", you just sit against the door you had just tried to body slam in defeat.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

As days passed, you try a different method of breaking out each day but they all fail in getting you out the the prison-like room. The only time the door would open was when Xu RenFeng himself would bring you food and place it on the table in the room. Even then, when the door opened, you would be bound once more. At least the food was always good. Each time he brought food to you, he'd try to persuade you into joining him. Something about you really did pull him in. You had power over him whether you knew or not.

One day, when there's a knock on the door, you get an idea. Xu RenFeng enters the room in silence, holding a plate in one hand. He puts the food down and as he's about to open his mouth, "can you eat with me?", you ask, surprising him. Today he's wearing a different style of mask. It doesn't cover his lower face, only the eyes. You wonder why he covers his face and remain mysterious. Even towards the end of his life, he never once took off his mask. The reason was never revealed. Though, it did add to his charm which is why a lot of people fell for the guy. He hesitates but gives a slight nod, closing the door with a wave of his hand.

He takes the seat across from you, not having anything on his side of the table. "Oh, I thought you'd grab your own food?", you ask while munching down on the prepared food. "No, I'd rather enjoy the view while I can", his lips turn into a smirk. Unsettling but not the weirdest thing he's said while with you. You get a bit nervous, wanting to pull off the plan but what if he notices beforehand? 'Agh, no more overthinking it, it's now or never [Name]!', you think to yourself and reach over the table, violently tearing the mask off his face, taking him by complete surprise. With great strength and agility, he grabs ahold of your wrist which has his mask. You stare at his face. He wasn't an average looking man. No scars or bruises. Instead, he's the most gorgeous man you've ever laid your eyes on. You're left speechless and so is he for a few seconds.

The look of shock in his eyes is replaced with that of anger. Without uttering a single word and with your wrist still held in his hand, he walks over to your side of the table, glaring at you before pulling you to the bed and throwing you on it. Fortunately you aren't hurt, only frightened. You're pinned to the bedframe by the intimidating villain. Your back is against the frame and you have nowhere to run. "I've been painstakingly patient with you and yet here you are taking off my mask. Was it not obvious to you I didn't want it off, EVER?", to say he's angry is an understatement, his eyes are even more psychotic. All you can do is freeze up due to fear, knowing neither fight nor flight are options in this very moment. You can't muster up an apology, both due to fear and also the feeling of superiority, to you, this man is just a character, he'll be no longer once you find a way back to your home! Without an answer, he takes it as you not wanting to apologize. "Do you really think just because you're a prince that I can't hurt you?", he chuckles at your pathetic expression. With another snap of his fingers, you're bound once more.

As much as you'd like to deny it, the way he's aggressively holding you is really turning you on. Xu RenFeng grabs at your clothes and rips them, leaving your body vulnerable to the man. "What a sight", he looks at you up and down. You try to cover your face with your hands because of embarrassment but he pushes your hands away. "Oh my prince, don't hide your adorable expressions", he purrs.

When you blink, his hanfu has already been diacarded on the floor not far from the bed. "Won't you help a stressed man out?", with his clothes being gone, you can see his hard cock. You stare at it for a little too long, long enough for Xu RenFeng to notice. "Hm? Lost for words are we?", he seems proud of that. "I..It's..—", you bite your lip to contain the moan you were about to let out as the man lifts your legs up to his shoulder and stretches you out with two fingers. "There's a much easier way for this but I'd rather do the old fashioned way to see how you writhe in pleasure just from my fingers. You close your eyes shut, clenched fists as his fingers move around inside, "I'll stretch you so well that this big cock slips right in", just that alone makes you tighten up, earning a satisfied hum from the other. Before long, he decides it's time to add another finger, stretching you out even more. "Ah..ngh...", your moans aren't really heard, the noises you let out are more comparable to humming. Xu RenFeng doesn't like that one bit.

His take his wet fingers out of your tight hole, leaving you feeling empty and opening your eyes as to why he did that. Relying on his strength, he pulls you onto his lap, your hole hovering over his cock, almost touching the tip. "Hu–aggh", you barely have time to react before he plunges you down all the way. You let out the loudest moan that Xu RenFeng's servants are able to hear from outside the magic-sealed room. "What an amazing voice you have, 小王子", he looks up at the person who is unable to speak due to the pain and pleasure he has brought them. His cock remains inside your hole without moving an inch, "a-are you trying to tease me...move", you try to stimulate yourself by bouncing on his cock to the best of your abilities but you can't seem to do that due to him having a tight grip on your waist. "You're so fragile, I'll have an easier time breaking you", he lifts you up until the only thing left inside is his tip and immediately slams you back down on his large cock, repeating this over and over again. "Fuck..", he groans while you're almost screaming-moaning. You never imagined this would be how your first time would go. Xu RenFeng pounds your ass so rough and fast that your ass is turning red.

You feel his precum inside you as he hits your prostate over and over, showing no mercy. "Your hole was made for my cock, wasn't it?", you can't even come uo with a response in that cock filled head of yous, "I'll make sure you remember the shape of my cock by fucking you everyday", he lets out a deep laugh, watching you bounce up and down his cock. Just when you think you can't take anymore, he goes deeper until you can't think of anything anymore. You cum while moaning loudly, still being bounced up and down. The stimulation is driving you crazy, everything feels like a fever dream. Not long after you came and without warning, he cums inside while still pounding you, not stopping for a second. He's cumming as he's thrusting inside, giving a new sensation you never thought you'd feel. "I see you're enjoying this more than I am, how adorable that expression of yours", he points out, "aren't I glad I picked you up along the way", if he could, he would have given himself a pat on the back that moment. You try to push him off, wanting to go at your own pace or to possibly just take a breather, "ah-ah, we're not done", he keeps thrusting deep inside, "don't worry, I'll return you in one piece to your family soon~"

He didn't stop until he had pumped at least a few cups worth of cum inside of you. You passed out due to how rough he was being. Xu RenFeng made sure to tuck you into bed. When he came out the room with his mask back on, he appeared to be very refreshed, some servants even whispered to the others that he was practically glowing. All because of a certain young prince named [Name].

You may not know it yet but you're now stuck with a psycho of a man.

Translation notes!

你真的觉得这样就结束了吗？

Do you really thinks this is over?

老版

Boss (in this context, used to address shopkeepers/vendors you want to buy from)

我们终将相遇，灵魂伴侣。

We will meet eventually, soulmate.

弟弟

Little brother/younger brother

哥哥

Big brother/elder brother

你真是个可爱的睡美人

You really are a cute sleeping beauty

小王子

Little prince (endearing)

I have so many ideas for this man but couldn't fit all of them in one fic🥹

There's this one kink I know you'll love but unfortunately didn't make the cut, maybe next time/drabble!

[joelsdagger]

talking body || one shot

joel miller x f!reader

masterlist | ao3 | tlou is created by a zionist and tlou2 is based on the Israeli occupation on Palestine, this article expands on that info. pls visit these links to help.

pairing: joel miller x curvy f!reader

rating: 18+ MDNI

word count: 7.5k (dear god)

summary:  joel doesn’t hesitate to show you just how crazy he is about you. content warnings: jackson era, canon divergent, established relationship, unspecified age gap, (joel is late 50’s/pushing 60 & reader is whatever age you like her to be), fatphobic/misogynistic comments from a male oc, mentions of body insecurities, a little bit of jealousy (from reader), [internal] angst (feelings of guilt & shame), reader wears a form–fitting dress, joel gets handsy, body worship, pet names (sweetheart, darlin’, baby, pretty girl), brief vaginal fingering, biting, body marking, praise kink, sprinkle of degradation, 1 pussy slap, dirty talk (or as kat put it; joel miller and that FUCKING MOUTH), oral sex (f receiving), mild ass play, unprotected piv, rough sex, spanking, multiple orgasms, possessive!joel, pussy pronouns, creampie, fluff, joel just being such a sweetheart but also an absolute menace UGH, game!joel or show!joel, reader is curvy and can be interpreted as being mid/plus sized, but other than that no other physical descriptions of reader and no use of y/n.

a/n:  this is completely self indulgent and i love doing shit out of spite so naturally i wrote this cuz of all the shit i’ve been seeing these past few weeks. also, this is me pushing the agenda that game!joel is a hips guy and show!joel is an ass guy, so i mixed a little bit of both in here bc i can. to everyone with thick thighs, squishy bellies, big tits, hip dips, and every thing in between i see you, i love you (so does joel), and he would fuck your brains out, he told me himself :3  thank you to my loves @skrunkly-scrimblo & @phoeberidgers for being my second and third eyes & helping my indecisive ass with the visuals (and for always putting up with me) ily both sm <3 | dividers by @saradika-graphics

oh! masterlist is coming in a few days (i’m sorry, i’ve been putting it off)

Joel’s still sitting at the table with Tommy and Maria when Dina cuts into your path as you approach the bar, you were getting refills for your table. Dina drags you along behind her to the open space where a few other Jackson residents are dancing, she points out that you still haven’t delivered on your promise to dance with her. You playfully roll your eyes as she tugs you along, you don’t really mind, you’re the type to drink and dance the night away whenever you and Joel joined your fellow Jackson residents at The Tipsy Bison, letting out all the stress and worries that had built up from days prior and tonight was one of those nights, you endured a long, shitty, fucking week. 

One dance had turned into two which turned into three and very quickly you felt the overwhelming sense of heat from the lights and the alcohol running through your system warming up your body an ungodly amount. It didn’t help that the short, tight dress you were wearing was beginning to ride up your thighs and the thin fabric on your stomach clinging to your sticky skin as sweat started to pool in places you didn’t quite like. 

You take advantage of the song coming to an end and spin out of the dance before someone ropes you back in, tugging the hemline of your dress down while you make your way to the bar to finally order refills for your table.  As you wait for the bartender to come out from the back, you turn around to watch the rest of Jackson’s residents while they drink, dance, and laugh through the night, a smile tugs on your lips as you briefly spot Dina now dragging Ellie to the small open space. You continue glancing over the room, it was busier than usual though still expected, gatherings during the fall and winter months tended to occur more often, the cold weather gives people a reason to spend more time indoors, alcohol and loud music helps keep bodies warm and memories faded away. Nights like these are needed in Jackson. 

Your gaze eventually lands on your table, seeing a tall, beautiful, dark-haired woman standing in front of Joel, you know exactly who it is…Esther. You’re not surprised, she’s been after Joel for years, completely disregarding your relationship with him. You don’t blame her, Joel’s one hell of a man but you can’t help but feel a pit in your stomach when you see a smile on his face as he cracks a laugh at her joke, she playfully smacks his arm in return and you avert your eyes to scan the crowd once again. 

You know he doesn’t mean anything by it, Joel’s a gentleman, always polite and charming, he plays along as to not embarrass her. 

 So why does it bother you? 

You feel stupid, again you can’t blame her, but then your eyes trail down her body, she’s got a few years on you but she doesn’t look it. From what you can tell, her body has remained the same since the day you met her. 

Yours, on the other hand, has slightly changed to a noticeable degree, as you settled into Jackson as well as your relationship with Joel. Your breasts spill over the cups of a few older bras, you have a softer tummy that protrudes out in form–fitting clothes like right now and your thighs and ass fill your jeans out a bit more. It’s a dull feeling now, not really paying it any mind anymore, you were more aware of it at first, but occasionally, moments like this remind you of the changes in your body. 

His body has deliciously changed with age; his hair now suitably silver, though the gray patches of hair spanning across his chest and down his belly don’t quite match the hair on his scalp.  When he lifts his arms just enough his soft belly peeks out, perfectly protruding just above the waistband of his jeans. He’s insecure about it, his age more apparent when you’re beside him, not that he’d ever really admit that to you, but you picked up on it pretty quickly when he started opting for loose fitting button downs and jeans, but he clearly still has an effect on women. 

With you it’s just….different. 

Feeling the heat of a stare on you and knowing who it’s from, you glance back at Joel, your gaze landing on his face again, you can see his face more clearly now, Esther’s still talking to him, yet his attention isn’t on her, his eyes are trained on you and you’re met with an expression of hunger on his face. His eyes steadily rake down your body, feasting on the tight material clinging to your sticky skin, they pause and for a fleeting moment he fixates on your exposed thighs, his eyes trail back up to your chest, and as he lifts up the glass of whiskey he’s been nursing to his mouth, you catch his tongue poke out to lick his bottom lip, his eyes never leaving yours as he takes a long sip of his whiskey. 

The faint buzz from the alcohol emboldens you and you wink back at him. 

No longer giving those feelings a second thought you turn back around and try to wave down the bartender. 

“Another round, please.” 

“Sure thing, sweets.”

He turns away to grab your drinks, your ears perk up when you hear someone say your name, you turn your head towards the voice, noticing a few men sitting at the edge of the bar. You recognize one of them, a younger man, who happened to be your old patrol partner and your last fling.

Naturally, you eavesdrop on their conversation. Matt’s back is to you when you hear it. 

“She’s not in her prime, you should’ve seen her a few years ago,” he sneers.

His words pierce through you, you know exactly what he’s getting at, it stings even when you know it shouldn’t, it festers.

A man you’re not familiar with, probably the newbie, stands further away, he opens his mouth to speak but you can’t hear what he’s saying, the music is too loud and you have to fight the urge to look directly at him so you can read his lips, but he says something that earns a few snickers out of the men surrounding him. 

The shame coils and pulls taut in your stomach, twisting, pulling, scraping so tight it makes you dizzy and nauseous.

You don’t even realize your drinks had been placed on the bartop in front of you, Matt’s irritating voice cuts in and holds your attention, “Can’t believe a man like Joel is still with her. No real man can fuck women who look like that and enjoy it,” he says simply. 

The shame turns to rage and your blood boils, you feel your cheeks heating up as anger bubbles in the pit of your stomach, the blinding rage looms over you and your feet move without thinking. You begin to step forward but for the second time that night your movements are interrupted, you hear her voice before she’s in front of you. 

“You ditched us to grab drinks and yet we never got them,” Maria teases.

“Sorry, I got carried away,” you look away from the group of men and back at Maria, flashing her a smile, a little forced.  

“Figured. Joel’s been eyeing you while you were dancing, I told him to join you but we both know he prefers admiring you,” she says, redrawing your attention by tilting her head into your line of sight.  

She beckons you with a jerk of her head, “C’mon, your man gets grumpy when you’re away,” she says with a comforting smile. As the two of you grab the whiskey filled glasses, she hooks her arm through yours and walks you back to the table. 

Joel pulls open your chair next to him, you sit down and silently hand him his whiskey, the anger fizzling out as soon as you’re beside him though the knot of shame still tight in the pit of your stomach. He senses something is off immediately, your behavior wildly different than twenty or so minutes before. 

“Thanks, baby,” he says as he watches you intently. 

“Mhm.”

You nod, shooting him a glance before averting your eyes back to a small group of residents dancing. 

Tommy turns his head to ask Maria about the new patrol schedules for the upcoming week, Joel sees it as a window of opportunity, a distraction, so he throws his arm around you and tucks you into his side, just enough for you to smell the whiskey on him, he settles his palm on your stomach, his thumb starts rubbing small circles on your belly through your tight dress, “You okay, darlin’?” he whispers, his whiskey–warm breath against your ear.

“Yup. Just tired,” you say dismissively, trying to keep your voice light, hoping it doesn’t sound as pinched as your throat feels. You press a chaste kiss to the flecks of silver on his temple, attempting to sooth his worries, while internally trying to convince yourself that you’re not giving those assholes too much power over their words, even though you have, it gnaws at you so much it makes your bones itch beneath your skin. 

He catches the deceit in your voice but he drops the subject, knowing not to pry in this moment, “Alright, we'll finish these and head home,” he kisses your forehead before he turns his attention back towards the conversation. 

—

Joel kept on his word, the two of you leaving the gathering once you knocked back the rest of your drinks. However, finishing off your drinks meant the two of you were in a tipsy state and Joel’s insatiable when he’s got alcohol buzzing in his system. As soon as he closes the bedroom door behind him, he instantly pins you up against the door and presses his lips to yours, his mouth swallowing yours while his hands run greedily all over your body, grabbing and squeezing every part of you.

“God, you’re fuckin’ beautiful,” he says while he nuzzles his head in the deep groove of your cleavage, he nips lightly before leaving open–mouthed kisses to the exposed skin, his big hands come up to cup your breasts, your nipples peaked and hard beneath the thin fabrics of your dress and your bra.

“Fuck–” your whimper is cut off when Joel drags his lips back up to connect with yours, you hum as you taste his flavour, all oak and masculine and campfire like with a hint of spice from the whiskey.  He moans as he licks his tongue into your mouth, one hand squeezes the weight of your breast while the other glides around to your back, pulling you closer. Joel always gets like this after a few drinks; it’s always heady, needy, sloppy like it is now. He kisses you with so much want and desire it makes your brain all foggy and your skin flare, forgetting the moment that threw off your mood.

That is until Joel’s hands make their way down your front, palming your tummy softly, one hand reaches under the hem of your short dress to cup your mound and the memory claws its way back to the surface, Matt’s words echo in your mind. 

You tear your lips away from his and plaster on a tight smile, knowing your eyes will give you away, you stare at the scar across his nose, “Not tonight, baby,” you whisper, pressing a swift kiss to his cheek and tucking a silver curl behind his ear. 

Though Joel Miller, as always, is on high alert, always studying the people around him, it’s all he’s ever known in his role of a protector. He learnt and memorized all your tells within weeks of knowing you, he doesn’t need to see your eyes to catch on, he senses the hint of sadness in the hushed tone of your voice, the same one he clocked earlier at The Tipsy Bison, he knows you’re holding back. 

“Alright, sweetheart, what’s on your mind?”

You brush past him, walking away and sitting on the bed, “Nothing, I’m fine, I’m just tired,” you say a little too hurriedly, your voice too syrupy-sweet. That’s the third thing that’s tipped him off tonight. He follows you tentatively, sitting beside you placing his hands on your knees and guiding you to face him. 

He assesses your face and sighs, “We’re not gonna do that. You’ve been real quiet and distant most of the night. Darlin’, talk to me,” he hooks a finger underneath your chin and gently tilts your face upwards, forcing you to look at him. 

You shrug heavily, feeling stupid for letting their words sour your mood, but worse for thinking the same about yourself, when you should be grateful. Living, breathing, existing is a privilege, one that not everyone gets, something you and Joel are too familiar with, yet here you are letting dumb comments from even dumber men upset you. The same knot in your stomach from earlier pulls taut once again.

You rip your eyes away from Joel’s, not able to bring yourself to face the troubled look in his eyes. “It's just embarrassing, and I’m ashamed that I let things still get to me,” you admit defeatedly, your voice barely audible. 

“Baby,” he tugs gently on your chin again, “Look at me,” he murmured. 

You blink up at him, forcing yourself to look at him, tears pricking in your eyes when you see the worry line appearing in between his brows and the hues of concern in his eyes once again. He reaches up to gently cradle your face, the contact sends you over the edge and a tear cascades down your cheek, his calloused thumb swipes it away, the turmoil clear as day in his eyes, you hate that you’re the reason for the pained expression on his face. 

“Tell me,” he implored, his voice pinched as he spoke. 

You can feel the walls of your throat constricting and the rapid thump of your pulse right below your jaw as you swallow tightly. Just hearing the hurt in his voice should stop you, should make you drop the whole thing. You think about leaving Matt’s name out of it, just by mentioning that Matt was the one reaffirming your deep-seated insecurities will upset him alone, Joel’s hated the guy since the day he found out you fucked him but leaving his name out of it feels like you're protecting him. 

That coupled with the look of worry on his face, knowing his compulsive need to do right by you but he can’t if you don’t let him, coaxes you to tell him everything.  

Biting the bullet and bracing yourself for impact, you take a deep breath.  

“You know that guy, Matt, that I used to….” you trail off quietly, biting your lip.

His lips downturn into a soft frown and yet he doesn’t respond, just gives you a firm nod. 

You avoid his gaze, picking at the loose skin around your nail, Joel notices and grabs your hands in his. Your eyes stay transfixed on your lap, you sigh deeply, “He said, a man like you shouldn’t be with someone like me, said he doesn’t know how you can fuck me and enjoy it,” another tear spills down your cheek, recounting each of his words feels like hard punches to the gut.  “And then seeing Esther hitting on you again, even though everyone knows we’re together–I know I shouldn’t let it get to me but I can’t help how I feel sometimes,” your voice quavering as you ramble admittedly.

You peer up at him under watery lashes and for a second you can practically see him fighting the urge of storming out of the house and heading back to The Tipsy Bison to find the bastard, you can see it in the flash of anger that spreads across his features, in the twitch of his jaw and the flare of his nostrils as he takes in a sharp breath.   

Instead, he exhales, “Darlin’, there ain’t nothing wrong with you,” he dips his head down so his eyes meet yours, you shrug again. 

“Stop that. You’re perfect honey,” you can hear the sincerity in his voice as he runs his hand along your upper thighs, now exposed as your dress rolled up from your position on the bed.

“I get it darlin’, hell one good look in the mirror n’ I wonder how a pretty thing like yourself could want an old man like me,” he huffs a quiet chuckle. 

You shake your head immediately, “Joel–”

“Sweetheart, it’s okay if you need remindin’,” he interjects you, “I have no problem remindin’ you,” he asserts softly, his fingers still tracing up and down your thigh. 

You frown, “I know you don’t Joel, it’s just,” you sigh a shuddering breath, feeling that familiar pang of guilt in your chest, now regretting opening up to him. The heavy stones of guilt and shame weighing you down, threatening to swallow you whole. The last thing he needed was you burdening him with your insecurities, you know him, he’ll dwell on this for days to come, checking in when he feels you pulling away.

“Lemme show you, baby,” he says while softly grabbing your hands, prying them away from your middle. 

“No, Joel–” you began to protest. 

“Need to see my beautiful girl,” he encourages you gently, his hands roam down and pause right below the hem of your dress but he awaits your permission. 

You nod softly and lie back against the headboard, you watch his face as he carefully and slowly grabs at the skirt of your dress, shoving up the soft, red material over your waist, revealing your soft, pillowy silhouette.

He hovers over you as he takes his time palming the slopes of your curves, his big hands grab two handfuls of your breasts and squeezes them tightly, lifting the weight of them up and dropping his head down to nip at each breast, then letting them fall and marveling at the bounce of your tits. His hands find your hips, he’s sliding down the bed, just enough so his head is level with your middle, he dips his head down and presses his lips to the soft flesh, his teeth sink into your skin, sending a shiver down your spine, you involuntarily let out a soft moan. 

He grips your hips more firmly, almost like you’ll disappear before him if he doesn’t, he moves his lips to your other hip and nips at your skin, “My sexy girl, fuckin’ can’t get enough of you,” he says lowly, his breath hot against your skin, you whimper softly as both of your hands find the nape of his neck. His mouth moves to the soft swell of your tummy and he nips at the supple skin right above your belly button, the coarse scruff tickles your skin and you can’t help the giggle it elicits from you. 

He pulls away and peers up at you, eyes dark and full of lust, his mouth hovers over yours, “You drive me crazy, you know that, baby?” He whispers fervently against your lips, his fingers squeezing the meat of your thighs.  

Your glassy eyes meet his as your hand comes up to cup his cheek, “I’m pretty crazy about you too, handsome,” you whisper, his cheeks flush pink at your words, still so bashful. He kisses the heel of your palm before patting the side of your thigh, “Turn around for me sweetheart, go on, all fours, need to see all of you,” he smirks, his eyes full of intensity as they drag down your body. 

You do as he asks and move to the middle of the bed, flipping onto your knees and walking your hands out in front of you, arching your back slightly and hiking your up ass in front of him, he moans at the sight. “Good girl,” he praises softly behind you and your pussy throbs, a familiar sticky heat pools in your panties at his words. You playfully take a glance back at him, his eyes dark and half-lidded as he sits up and moves to his knees behind you, his hands run up the backs of your thighs all the way up until they meet the globe of your ass and he whistles lowly. 

“Look at you, so fuckin’ perfect,” he murmurs, oggling the curve of your ass as his index finger sneaks under the lace trim of your panties, taking the material between his forefinger and his thumb and lightly skimming his fingers down the lace, “N’all for me.” 

His fingers roam down to your covered slit and you let out a soft gasp, which only spurs him on, he runs his fingers along the wet spot on your panties, smirking when he feels the wetness staining your panties, the tips of his fingers dip below your clothed slit,  “There's my girl. Always so fuckin’ wet for me, huh?” You hum softly in response. 

The tip of his middle finger pushes past your outer lips and you bite down on your bottom lip, trying to suppress the whimper you let out. You’re already so wet, you’re always so wet and willing for him. It should embarrass you, how easy you are for him but it doesn't because it’s him and knowing how much he revels in this, in you makes that small pinch of embarrassment fade away instantly…every single time.  

You risk a look at him over your shoulder as he pulls his finger back out and in one swift movement he puts his finger between his lips, quickly sucking your arousal off his finger, like it’s a mindless, habitual thing for him, like he’s sneaking a taste of his meal before he digs into it. His hands reach for the waistband sitting on your hips, pulling the lacy fabric down, marveling at the dark fabric against your skin as he slowly drags the material down your thighs, his eyes catch the opaque wetness soaking the lace while he pulls them down and he moans shamelessly. 

Your eyes widen while you watch him bunch up the material and shove the lace in his back pocket and then his hand lands an affectionate smack to your ass, “Eyes forward, sweetheart.” You tear your eyes away as he brings a firm hand to the small of your back, pressing you down and deepening the arch to his liking, you instinctively drop to your forearms– so pliant and needy for him–he brings his mouth down and sinks his teeth into the lush of your ass in approval.  

His hands grab your inner thighs, spreading your legs, now he has full sight of your glistening core, two thick fingers stroke through your folds, “Look at that, she’s so pretty baby. She’s droolin’ down your pretty legs,” his voice low and deep. 

His words make your pussy throb, you can’t help the whine you let out, “Joel, please.” 

“Please what, pretty girl, use your words,” he commands, his fingers still languidly messaging through your puffy lips, smearing your arousal all over his fingers.   

“I need you, please do anything, please,” you mewl, not caring how pathetic you sound. 

But still, not enough for Joel. A loud wet smack fills the room as he lays a firm slap to your cunt, your body flinches forward, the edges of your vision blurs and your aching, swollen cunt tingles and clenches at the harsh, yet welcomed contact.

He tuts, “You want my cock that bad, baby, I wanna hear you say it.” 

Bastard. 

“Joel please, I want your cock. I want it,” you whine and writhe beneath his firm palm.

“Okay, alright, baby, s’all I wanted to hear,” he cooes, his slick-coated fingers now soothing your folds. “I just need to taste her first,” he shifts behind you, sliding down off the bed, his knees creaking as he kneels on the floor, he pulls you back towards the edge of the bed by your thighs. He tilts his head up just enough to dig his teeth into the meat of your upper thigh, just below the curve of your ass cheek and soothes the sting with a wet kiss. 

You shiver, you’re aching for him and his mouth is everywhere except for where you need him to be. 

Joel’s hands come up to grab the meat of your ass, spreading you open and gently pushing you forward for better access, he brings his mouth to hungrily kiss your inner thighs, tasting the sweet, sticky slick coating your skin and a pitiful moan slips from your lips. 

Joel seems to have heard it and that’s all it takes for his lips to make contact with your pussy, your breath hitches in your throat as he flattens his tongue and licks a long, slow swipe through your slicked folds, the first one always drawn out and meticulous and just for him. 

You push your hips back into his face causing the tip of his nose to nuzzle into your asshole, you feel him hum in approval at your entrance. Suddenly, nothing else matters; the thick fog of insecurity, the crippling shame and guilt sitting heavy in your chest; it all melts away as a fresh wave of sensation courses through you by the warmth of his mouth on your cunt. 

This was always his favorite part, seeking pleasure in you because it brings you pleasure, always doing what makes you feel good. To spread you open before him, having a perfect view of your alluring holes in front of him, just begging for him to devour away (and fill you up). He can spend hours on his knees between your legs and he has, slipping further and further elsewhere as he indulges in you, his lips relishing away at the altar in your hips.  

A pressure already begins to pull taut low in your belly, you’re squirming in his grasp but his hands move to firmly grip your outer thighs, keeping you open for him and pressed flush against his eager mouth. He doesn’t go easy on you like he usually does. He fucking laves at you, devouring and savouring you like he’d never get the chance again. The vibrations from occasional muffled moans and groans against your pussy make you chant his name over and over like a prayer, even though he’s the one on his knees.

You can feel him push his tongue into your hole, fucking you with it, then he moves to swirl the tip of his tongue tightly against your puffy clit, “Oh god, Joel, fuck,” you moan out, your eyes roll back into your head as the coil inside your belly wounds up so tight every muscle in your body tenses. You start grinding your hips back into his face, he groans in response and loosens his grip on your legs, letting you take what you need from him. 

He flattens his tongue against your clit before he closes his lips around it, suckling it into his mouth and moaning around it, the vibrations from his mouth makes the coil in your belly snap, and you cry out, using the sheets beneath you to stifle the noises slipping through your lips.

With his mouth still latched onto your throbbing cunt, he keeps going. 

“Fuck, Joel, I can’t–” it’s too much and you’re too weak, a trembling mess on the mattress, so you attempt to close your legs but the strong grip he has on your thighs doesn’t allow you to move, it only goads him further. 

He licks a thick, languid stripe through your heat all the way up until his tongue prods at the tight ring of muscle, again, your legs threaten to close but the firm grip of his hands keeps you wide open for him, he swirls his tongue in a tight circle around your puckered rim, “Joel–” your gasp is cut off by his white, hot mouth taking its place right back on your clit, not giving you any time to recover.

The tip of his tongue works small, tight circles on your clit around and around, only this time with more pressure than before and within minutes or seconds–you don’t really know at this point–you feel the pressure building in your belly and it’s growing stronger by every lick and suck from his mouth. His tongue flicks over your clit before he licks it into his mouth once more, closing his lips tightly, he gives it one last tight circle of his tongue and suckle to your clit and you break, your second orgasm crashes over you.

A choked moan escapes you, your legs quiver as they threaten to close while your hands fist the sheets beside your head, the grip he has on your thighs holds you open for him while you come all over his mouth and he laps you up, savoring, slurping, and swallowing down everything you give him. 

Milliseconds pass and he shifts behind you, lost in the haze of your orgasm, you can faintly hear the popping of his knees coupled with a grunt behind you as he stands up. He leans forward, kneading your ass in his palms before bending down to lay another bite on your other cheek, this time with more fervor, leaving a mark, your skin tingles.   

Joel positions himself right against your ass and places his hands on your hips again and squeezes, “I love all of ya, baby, but this right here,” he grips more firmly at the flesh on your hips again, “Fuck– these kill me,” he mumbles, almost entirely to himself. 

“Joel, please, I need you inside me,” you beg and shiver in his grasp. 

He stays quiet behind you, too enticed by the sight of your weeping pussy in front of him. You think you can hear the metallic clink of his belt as it drops to the floor and the buzz of the zipper of his jeans coming undone, the sounds make you clench around emptiness, Joel catches sight of it, a lustful groan slips out of him, a guttural sound from deep within his chest. You’re always so needy, so eager to be full of him and he’ll never get enough of it. 

He keeps one hand on your ass, the other wrapped around his cock as he swipes it once through your folds, wetting his dick with your arousal, earning a quiet whimper from you at the sudden contact. He draws his hips back slightly and finally notches the wide head of his cock into with your awaiting hole, groaning in unison as his tip stretches you open, “Christ, always so fuckin’ tight,” spitting through his teeth.

His other hand moves to your hip to hold you in place as he sinks into you with one languid, long thrust, sliding himself in as deep as he can, he feels his tip hit resistance and his breath hitches in his throat, he stills for a moment, enthralled at the sight of his cock nestled in at the very end of you, completely bottomed out in your dripping cunt, “Fuck–there you go, pussy’s suckin’ me right in, sweetheart. This perfect fuckin’ pussy,” he grits as the grip he has on your hips tightens, his fingertips digging into the soft tenderness of your hips. 

One of his hands sneaks its way to your front and he grabs your breast beneath the neckline of your dress, he kneads it and pinches your nipple between his calloused fingers, then he pulls the neckline down along with your bra, freeing your breasts from the constricting cups, he palms them roughly before leaving them to sway, all bare and heavy, “Look so goddamn perfect bent over for me like this, I wanted to fuck you in this slutty dress all night, fuckin’ couldn’t get it outta my head,” he pants heavily, his hand returns to grip your hip as he begins rocking his hips forward, “Drivin’ me fuckin’ crazy, baby.” 

You curse lowly as you shift to deepen the arch in your back–you need to feel him closer–you straighten your arms out in front of you, your hands latch on to the edge of the mattress, your chest now pressed to your thighs and hiking your ass higher in the air for him, changing the angle as your body folds in on itself and earning a low groan from Joel, a sound that rumbles deep in his throat, “Sweet Jesus, that’s good, just like that baby, always so good f’me,” he’s babbling under his breath. The palm of his other hand finds the small of your back, “Tell me how it feels,” Joel grits, his voice thick and breathy as his thrusts pick up the pace.

“F–feels so good, Joel,” you sob, and it’s true, every time feels like the first time even after all these years; he had bent you over, pressed his large hand between your shoulder blades, kicked apart your legs with his knees and when his hand found the base of your neck, he pressed your face into the wooden floorboards and stretched you open, fucking you with ruthless abandon, using your body to get himself off, dulling the agonizing memories and unspeakable horrors that had forced his hand. His unforgiving pace, your face scraping along the hardwood floor, his brutal thrusts that kept your cunt sore for days on end, none of that mattered to you, in a way you were using him too, your insides just desperate and aching to be filled and all you could do was take it, your body completely succumbing to him and accepting his girth, ‘s like you were made for me, his breath hot and heavy as the words buzzed in the shell of your ear. 

His deep voice breaks through the loop of ecstasy, redrawing your attention to the moment, “Takin’ my cock so well, this pussy’s so fuckin’ good, she’s so good to me,” he grits, both of his hands now keeping a bruising grip on your hips as he drives your hips back to meet his, pulling you back onto his cock, the slapping of his hips against the plush of your ass echoes loudly in the room. You press your face into the sheets as your moans grow louder while he drives his cock in and out of you, “Those men…’f they had a woman like you…fuck–they don’t deserve that,”  Joel rambles gruffly in between his harsh, unrelenting thrusts, “We’ll show ‘em how a real man fucks his girl, I’ll fuckin’ show ‘em, I’ll show ‘em.” 

Oh god. Sparks ignite a fire that roils low in your belly, you’ll never get used to how talkative he is while he loses himself in you.

“Oh–fuck, Joel, don’t stop, don’t stop,” your words come out choked, the flow of air to your lungs suspended as he punches himself into you, your fingers dig into the mattress in attempt to anchor yourself.  

“I know, baby, I know, just take it,” he hisses through his teeth. “This tight pussy only made to take my cock, ain’t that right?” 

His words are swallowed up by the obscene squelches of your cunt as it grips his cock while he slams into you. When he doesn’t get a response from you he lands a firm slap to your ass, this time with more force, your skin tingles beneath his hand, “Yes, Joel—fuck—yes–yes,” you moan breathlessly, completely lost in a dizzying haze of pleasure. 

“‘S’right, she’s mine, all fuckin’ mine,” Joel snarls, his thrusts grow more aggressive, you fist the sheets beneath you–the possessiveness in his words, the firm grip on your hips pulling you back to fuck you onto his cock–slowly, you can feel the fire in your belly making its way to curl around the base of your spine.

He tightens his grip on your hips once again, you can feel his fingernails digging into your soft skin, you crane your neck to peer behind you, spotting the small indents beneath his fingertips forming on your hips, leaving more evidence of himself on your body. You know they’ll be there in the morning. A low, breathy moan slips between your lips at the thought. Your hooded eyes flicker up to his face, he looks wrecked; his gray curls cling to his forehead as a sheen of sweat covers his skin, his cheeks flushed a shade of cherry red that extends down to his neck and tanned chest, his pupils are blown out so wide they’re almost black, locked in on his length going in and out of your drippy cunt. His eyes flicker up to watch the ripple of your ass as he pummels his cock into you and it drives him over the edge. 

You didn’t think he could get more relentless, yet somehow he does. 

He releases the firm grip he has on your hips and slides his hands to your ass cheeks, he glides his hands over the curve of your ass and again, he brings one palm down in a harsh slap, you make a muffled sound against the sheets. His fingers span over the globe of your ass, palming your ass cheeks and grabbing them tightly, squeezing the tender flesh, he groans loudly as he pulls them apart further, splitting you open even more for him, fucking you deeper, all you can do is whimper into the mattress. 

“Goddamn, you’re perfect, so fuckin’ perfect,” he rasps, his chest heaves as ragged, throaty moans escape him. Unable to stop himself, he squeezes down on your ass cheeks with more vigor as he unravels and pounds into you relentlessly, his thrusts brutal against you and the tip of his cock now punching your cervix. 

You clench around him, a sign that you're close, and he reaches around your front, he presses his fingers into your very sensitive, very swollen clit and starts rubbing tight circles over the bundle of nerves, bringing you to the edge of your release. 

The lick of heat sneaks its way up your spine, dispersing itself along your nerves, setting your skin on fire, “Shit, Joel, m’gonna come,” you gasp, your voice all cracked and your breath ragged, unable to breathe as your lungs search desperately for respite, a low static buzz begins to ring in your ears. 

Somewhere distant in the endless loop of euphoric haze you hear his voice, deep and rough, “Come for me, need to feel this slutty pussy come on my cock.” A high-pitched moan spills from your lips, your eyes slip closed as your walls flutter and gush around him, your clit sore and throbbing beneath his fingers, your body convulsing in aftershocks as your orgasm erupts and smothers you entirely.

“There you go, attagirl, my perfect girl, comin’ all over my cock,” he talks you through the trance of your pleasure. Your pussy clenches down around his length again, bringing him to his own release and he pants, “Baby, need you to turn over—shit, m’gonna–” 

In an attempt to bring yourself up on your shaky arms, you push your hips back into his, Joel hisses through his teeth in response. His hands fly to your hips, steadying himself–shitshitshit–he loses his rhythm as his own orgasm rips right through him, his thick cock pulsing and spasming inside your messy, used cunt, his frame shuddering behind you as he spills inside you. You reach an arm back behind you, grasping onto a hand that’s glued to your hip, his fingers intertwine with yours without hesitation, desperately grounding himself as he groans painfully, long and drawn out while he fucks the last of his seed into the deepest parts of you, filling you to the brim. 

His entire form gives out, falling forward over you, pressing his entire weight into yours, the two of you collapse onto the bed, he drops his forehead, damp with sweat, to your back as his body goes limp over you. He exhales heavily, his warm breath against your skin sends shivers down your spine, he presses a tender kiss to the nape of your neck while his hands find your hips again, quivering as he pulls his sensitive cock out of your wasted pussy with a loud grunt, earning a lewd, wet sound once he completely pulls his length out.  

Joel sits up and leans back, his hands grab your legs keeping you spread open for him, he gawks at the flutter and clench of your leaking hole as his white milky spend drools out of you and he groans, “Oh fuck me, that’s a pretty sight right there, my girl’s fucked all full o’me.” 

“Shut up,” you huff a quiet laugh and shut your legs, he lays a playful slap to your ass, eliciting a tiny squeal from you. Joel stands up and strides off to the bathroom while you crawl up the bed, laying your head against the pillows, the sound of running water in the background as your eyes slip closed, sinking into the blissful haze of the afterglow.

You feel his presence returning, he wraps his hands around your knees and pulls apart your legs, spreading you wide once more and he freezes, “Fuck,” you hear him groan above you. You open your eyes, hazy and hooded, to find him standing between your legs with nothing on but a pair of loose fitting sleep pants, no underwear, a wet rag in hand, mesmerized by the slow flow of his cum dribbling out of your hole.   

He’s completely forgotten what the hell he’s supposed to be doing. 

“Do you need me to do it,” you tease with a small smile, a devious glint in your eyes as you look up at him. 

His eyes flicker back up to meet yours, “Keep bein’ smart with me n’ I’ll stuff that pretty mouth of yours,” he quips. 

You grin at him while he drags the damp cloth through your swollen sex. He taps the side of your arm lightly and you sit up, his hands grab at the material bunched around your waistline, as you lift your arms up in the air, he pulls the fabric over your head and your body shimmies its way out of it. His eyes never leave yours as his large hands reach around your back to unhook your bra, pulling the straps from your shoulders, leaving you bare as he scrunches up your clothes and the messy rag soaked in your combined releases and returns to the bathroom. You lie back down again and slip beneath the covers, the back of your head resting on one of his pillows.

Joel saunters back into the room, “Scoot,” he motions with his hand and you do, he slides in beside you and pulls the blankets up to cover your middle. As expected, he tugs you closer to him, tucking you into his side, you instantly hoist one of your legs over the top of his strong thighs, one of your hands rests over his chest, feeling the strong thump of his heart beneath your hand.

As the thick haze fades, your lips part, your voice barely above a whisper, “Thank you,” your fingers gliding over the patch of gray hair spanning across his chest, following the trail down the soft swell of his belly while his fingers softly trace down the slope of your side, fingertips following the curve of your body beneath the blankets. 

He presses his lips to the top of your head and he whispers, “I’ll fuck you like that every night f’it means showin’ you how fuckin’ perfect you are.” 

Your lips twitch, a hint of a smirk on your face as you press your face into his chest and hum, “Just admit you’re a dirty old man, will you?” 

Joel laughs lightly but doesn’t deny it, he peers down at you with nothing but adoration and a genuine smile, “Never said I wasn’t, baby, n’ don’t act like you don’t love it.”

‘I do, and I love you,” you bring your hand up to scratch his gray beard before tilting your head up to his and press an open mouthed kiss to his lips, tasting the flavor of your pussy on his tongue, you hum into his mouth, all dazed and content. 

“I love you, honey,” his other hand drags gently along the crown of your head, his thumb resting on your cheek, stroking it as he brushes his nose along your cheek. You can feel his lips turn up into a smile against your skin, “Maybe, I need to get ourselves some rings, that oughta keep ‘em away.”

You smack him lightly on his chest, “You think you’re real funny don’t you?” 

He laughs, loud and deep, his perfect soft, pudgy belly jiggling beneath your knee, his fingers grazing down your back, “M’just sayin’, s’an option.” 

You chuckle. “Whatever you say, Miller.” 

thanks for reading xx

[gatorbites-imagines]

Please, please, I'll do whatever you want, just more yautja

Male Elder Yautja OC (Ge'jaar) x male reader

Ficlet

I still don’t really know a whole lot of the yautja lore, but I love them anyways. So, heres me cooking up an oc and hoping it’s somewhat canon because I love yautja and will take any excuse to write about them. Readers somewhat based off of an oc of mine. Reader is also around 6ft 5 inches. Ge'jaar is 9ft or so.

Bako really grew on me for some reason when I wrote this, so lemme know if you guys wanna read about him.

You were old. Very old. You hadn’t kept much track of just how old you were, it didn’t really matter, but you only appeared to be in the 50s or very good 60s. You knew you were a lot older than that, having spent at least 100 years away from earth, hunting. You had returned though, at some point, and settled down in a very defensible cabin far away from much of everything, where you could live in peace with your “dogs”.

Well, you called them dogs, mainly because they walked on all fours and had a tail they’d wag, and followed orders. An ex of yours had called them Kiande amedha, you just called them xenomorphs, or your beetle dogs. Years ago, back when you had successfully killed the bad bloods that kidnapped you and your military unit, you had found this little ugly hissing creature. There was a stereotype that humans would bond with most near anything, and they were right.

You brought the little bugger along on the ship you stole from the now dead bad bloods, which took a long time to figure out how to steer. You named your pet Lucky, and you would later learn she was female. Strangely enough, she seemed to follow you as if you were the queen and not her, so it was all fine. Even if she and her first offspring did kill your ex when he tried to hit and control you. One of her offspring lost a leg in that fight, so obviously his name would be tripod.

Luckily for you, sweet little Lucky didn’t breed like other of her kind. Over the years shed only had about 50 offspring, whom she seemed to raise in the same way you remembered earth dogs would do it, sometimes making you wonder if she was some kind of crossbreed. Having 50 kiande amedha though, made you very dangerous in the eyes of your ex’s species, especially when they learned you controlled them.

Joining the hunt hadn’t been something you had outright planned to do. Or getting juiced up with whatever weird drugs and inventions the clans you were friendly with cooked up. That was why you grew so much taller, and aged so slowly.

Ge'jaar wasn’t part of one of the clans you fought alongside. You two actually met, when a group of young bloods tried to hunt your beetle dogs. Apparently, they thought you would be an easy target, being an ooman and all. Of course, you made sure to show them you weren’t. they successfully killed one of your pets, a spunky one named Hoover because he ate everything. And like any hunter worth their salt, you needed revenge.

It led to some political struggles and conversations between clan elders, since you were pretty much a part of that one specific clan now after so many hunts together.

Ge'jaar wasn’t the leader of his clan, but still counted as an elder. He was handsome, in his own, scaley way. His skin was white and covered in the same dark splotching as all yautja seemed to carry. He wore a lot of the same clothing as most yautja did, and would later on wear a cape you made from the hide of a beast you had hunted.

In the end, Ge'jaar went as far as to apologize and repay you for the dead “hunting hound”. Bako, one of the males from your apparent clan, would later tell you it was because Ge'jaar wanted to fuck you. You were still very salty about Hoover though, so you acted quite nasty and confrontational with Ge'jaar and his clan for a good chunk of years.

The cape Ge'jaar would start to wear, hadn’t even been a gift in your mind. For some reason the elder yautja had followed along for one of your solo hunts, in Bakos words “going on a date” with you. And yes, Ge'jaar was very impressive to watch fight, he was very big and broad, alright? The creatures purple blood sprayed all over his white skin also didn’t help.

You couldn’t even remember what you had said to him, but it must have been some threat or curse as you threw the creatures skin at him, since you only wanted the meat and bones. It made no sense to you at the time why Ge'jaar started wearing the fur, and you hadn’t wanted to ask Bako since the guy had just started cackling at you when he saw it.

It was only years later when you had settled back down on earth, that it really seemed to register to you that Ge'jaar was trying to charm you, in his own yautja way. Still feeling so angry about Hoovers death, even if Ge'jaar himself didn’t do it, you took all the hunting and dead creatures by your ship and hut as a threat or challenge. All the jewelry and armor as harder to explain, and you still had the book about yautja mythology somewhere on your shelf.

At that point, you had just assumed Ge'jaar moved on, since you hadn’t seen him in so long. The only yautja you truly spoke much too nowadays was Bako and those from his clan. And of course, the ones that still owed you favors, just to remind them you were still alive to cash in on it.

You had just returned from one of your trips to the nearest large city, a trip that took you almost two weeks since everything was far away, when you saw him again. Or rather, one of your beetle dogs saw him, a young one named Blue, since his dome of a head reflected blue more than the rest.

Blue had been born, laid? On earth, and had seen very little true combat, so you assumed that was why he was the friendliest of them all. Where most of Lucky’s offspring that had known space and combat stuck to the shadows and settled in the cave system near your cabin, Blue was a real lapdog.

Friendly enough it seemed, to just accept an intruder in your home. Stepping out of your truck, Blue trotted out of your cabin door, which was wide open, looking as happy as a clam with dried meat in his maw. There was a feeling in the air that you weren’t alone, so grabbing at your beloved weapon of choice, you were about to fall back into old habits.

That was until Ge'jaar of all people, stepped out of your cabin, wearing one of your shirts. Well, trying to wear one of your shirts. It was one of the largest shirts you owned, old and worn with some odd shape on the front that might have been a logo once.

The elder yautja looked very comfortable, right at home honestly, his dreadlocks pulled into a bun on the back of his large head, and a damn sleeve of cookies in his massive hand. The confusion must have been so clear on your face, as the retired hunter chittered and laughed, moving closer to help you lug stuff back into your cabin and into your massive basement.

The confusion was strong enough that you just kinda went along with it, moving everything from your large truck and away from sight until you needed it. It was only after you both sat down on the couch that you took notice of the minor changes to your home, it looked very much like Ge'jaar had just moved himself in.

You could have smacked him right then and there, maybe cut all his dreadlocks off and made him swallow his mandibles, but somehow the massive scarred yautja made himself look so innocent and borderline lovable.

Blue, the little fucker, just got comfortable on a large fur Ge'jaar had laid out across the floor, tail whipping all over and knocking trinkets off your coffee table. The little traitor, you knew you spoiled him too much.

It took a lot of explanation from Ge'jaar, and you had a feeling if you hadn’t lived amongst his people for so long you might have lost it, but apparently Ge'jaar had made some plea to his clan leader, and yours since apparently you still counted as one of those, and you two were pretty much married without your approval.

Well, or so you would say, but all your guy’s “dates” and all the “gifts” you passed between you counted as courting. You settling down back on earth just appeared to be retirement in their eyes. It wasn’t like you still hated Ge'jaar, you never really had thinking back, it just… came as quite a surprise.

Ge'jaar still kept on courting you, even when you fed most of the things he caught to Lucky and her offspring. The elder yautja took your claim that Lucky was your child to heart, clicking and purring when she, and by extent her offspring, finally accepted his presence.

Time was a true blur out in the mountains, you only really noticed it by the seasons passing and you needing to go back into town two or three times a year to stock back up. But soon enough Ge'jaar was part of your life, and yes, you still snipped and bit at him sometimes, but this time it was meant as flirting.

Your mate, since that’s what you guys were now, was so patient and seemed to find your human nature endearing enough to pick up on some of it himself. It still felt very weird to be given flowers by a seasoned hunter like Ge'jaar, or to walk in on him watching Gilmore girls with Blue draped across his lap, but you got used to it.

It was probably best that you and Ge'jaar were the ones to get together, since he was older, had already had all the offspring he wanted. The yautja was also confident enough in himself that he didn’t get jealous the same way your ex had. Ge'jaar was hot and he knew this even in his fluffy robe and slippers, though you couldn’t help but miss him in his netting and weapons at times.

It turned out to be a lot more comfortable than you had thought to retire, with your mate who had to be hundreds of years older than you, and your many, many beetle dogs. There were times you debated on going out for a hunt again, as a date, for old times sake, but that was something you would need to discuss with Ge'jaar first.

[booksooks]

i havent even met sylus in game but some of yall seem to have him confused for your own oc because he would Not act Like That

typing using voice to text so I'm sorry if the formatting is weird, but from what my friend who has met sylus has told me: this man would not act the way some of you guys are insisting. like he would not be jealous to the point of being entirely unable to communicate. he would not try to kiss you as a way of making up, or as a way to stop you from being angry with him. that's just not something i see as feasibly anywhere near sylus as a character.

if you want to write a big daddy dom character who completely bulldozes over your feelings in lieu of 'fucking the jealousy out of you', then by all means go for it. but at that point, you are writing for an original character because that is wildly mischaracterizing someone who (again, according to my friend because i havent even come close to meeting sylus in the storyline) specifically makes room for you to be angry, to feel big emotions in a safe space and to be there for you.

the amount of fanfics i've seen that have sylus act in a way that is completely off base is insane. i'm aware that this is fanfiction, that people can write whatever they want and it's not harmful because at the end of the day: it's FAN FICTION and if you can't separate reality from fiction or whatever, you're not mature enough to be reading mature works or you simply don't have the media literacy skills to do so. but i've had a very long and emotionally draining week, and my temper is hanging on by a thread, and i'm allowed to be angry about a completely bullshit take on one of my favorite characters lmfao.

let me be clear, i'm not saying sylus cannot, will not, and has never been domineering, or protective, or that he doesn't have a fucking daddy kink or whatever. what i AM saying, is that the amount of fanfictions of sylus blowing the reader off or ghosting them or just simply not communicating and then expecting the reader to fall back into his arms after a kiss and a few well placed 'kitten's is astounding. even if he made the bad choice of being distant without explanation, he wouldn't expect the reader to instantly forgive him without an ELABORATE apology and an explanation. and honestly, i'm willing to put that bullshit of 'she forgives him because he's hot and he pulled her in close with his strong arms and hes so big daddy alpha dom' into the category of misogyny. because in what world does someone go from angry and hurt to forgiving and pliant just because he's a man and he kissed you. it is blatantly misogynistic to expect that.

i'm aware there is a lot of nuance within relationships, and that not everyone can be expected to be perfect at all times, HOWEVER this is fanfiction, and the authors i'm talking about have either explicitly stated that the reader and sylus have an established romantic relationship, or that they at the very least get along well and enjoy each other's company. so for sylus to then go ghost on the reader and expect them to instantly fall back into his arms at the end of the day then puts me in the position of 'simpering woman with no spine'. again, misogynistic.

at the end of the day, i'm aware this isn't an important issue and i'm aware that the misogyny in fanfiction doesn't necessarily have to transfer over to real life, especially because i do have critical thinking. but i have been ghosted before by an at-the-time boyfriend, and it sucked, so it's more of a personal issue from me.

i'm aware people can write whatever they want, and i have no obligation to read something i don't like. but that then eliminates what seems to be 50% of the fanfiction of sylus. i'm just saying please... consider writing literally anything else for sylus. for a man who has been made to love you specifically... y'all sure don't make him act like it.

if anyone wants me to elaborate or clarify some things, please send me an ask because the comments are not easy to navigate especially with multiple replies.

last but not least: i'm aware these are my personal feelings, and that i can write to make up for it should i so choose. but i hate having to scroll past 5 fics in a row with quite frankly stupid miscommunication issues from a man who is 28 and should damn well know better. thank you.

[onedismay]

So I went nuts about three super unimportant NPCs hanging out in Tartarus and I'm now releasing my headcanons into the wild. Only Derc has a name and dialogue in-game, so I guess the asari are my OCs.

Some fun headcanons:

Sophri's dad was a hanar diplomat, mom is an ambassador

Iyenna's dad was a vorcha who cleaned streets, mom was a dancer

Sophri taught Iyenna how to swim when they were students at the same university on Thessia. That's when they fell in love!

Derc has been kicked out of three separate communities for embezzlement (his clan's company, the Nexus, and Kadara Port)

He had hardly met any aliens prior to joining the Initiative, and is still dreadful at reading non-salarian social cues

Iyenna will lie about anything for fun (did you know Sophri is the secret princess of Kahje? And that she came to Andromeda to escape an arranged marriage?)

Derc falls for Iyenna's lies 50% of the time, Sophri never does (she knows her too well)

Iyenna is a big fan of batarian metal (the other two... are not)

BACKSTORY SUMMARY: The asari were a pre-established couple even before Andromeda. They met Derc during the Nexus uprising when Sophri got wounded and Derc (reluctantly) let the ladies use the medical supplies he'd hoarded in a storage closet. On Kadara the three discovered they were safer and could get more stuff done if they stuck together, and that dynamic evolved into them straight-up living in the same shipping container (hehe shipping) and who knows what else!!

More detailed backstory beneath the readmore.

The two asari met each other in a Thessian university where Sophri was studying to become an interior designer and Iyenna was getting the engineering degree her mom always told her she should go for. Both were struggling in their studies for different reasons (Sophri was incredibly shy and meek, Iyenna had no study skills), but managed to graduate with each other's help and fell in love along the way.

Sophri's mother didn't approve of their relationship ("but your kids will be pureblood :( why not find a nice drell instead"), and Iyenna had recently lost her own mother to a sudden illness. Both of their fathers were also long gone, so when they heard of the Initiative, there was no one around to talk them out of leaving for Andromeda. It was primarily Iyenna's idea, as she's by far the more adventurous half of the pair, but her enthusiasm quickly brought Sophri on board as well.

They joined the Nexus uprising on a whim, thinking it'd be a wild but ultimately harmless little riot... However, they quickly regretted their actions when Sophri got badly wounded. Looking for help, they stumbled upon Derc and his secret stash of Valuable Stuff in a storage closet. Derc fainted at the sight of blood (yeah....) but once awake again, he supplied the ladies with the products they needed and gave the panicking Iyenna instructions on how to use them (from under a desk) (not looking) (so he wouldn't faint again). Somehow they managed to save Sophri's nearly severed head tentacle just before security discovered them and took them all in.

After all three were exiled from the Nexus and ended up in Kadara Port, Derc attempted to restart his stash of Valuable Stuff and swiftly got himself banished from the Port as well. (he also got punched in the face for the first time in his life and he was SHOOK :( consequences for his own actions? they just keep happening??) The ladies were like "that man will not survive on his own, we have to adopt him" and the rest is history.

They live in a shipping container near Tartarus, where Iyenna works as a bouncer (and occasionally engineer when something breaks...) and where Derc does most of his networking and scheming.

Iyenna makes sure no thugs hassle Derc, and Derc has sort of come around to the idea that he might NEED friends in this stupid galaxy that doesn't work by the rules he was used to, and so he makes an effort to repay the kindness he's given. Example: the ladies had to leave half their luggage behind when they were exiled from the Nexus, but Derc got it all smuggled to Kadara for them. uwu

Sophri's dream career as an interior designer hasn't quite taken off, but she's got stable work in construction as she's very good at moving heavy things with her biotics. Comes to Tartarus on her lunch breaks. She's still processing everything that's happened and probably regrets coming to Andromeda the most out of the three; getting scarred and exiled was not something she'd even considered an option, yet now it was her reality. As the trio settle into a new normal, however, her regrets do dissipate over time. The one thing she REALLY misses now is swimming. Kadara pool when

[miaowitch]

What Makes a Date? (18+)

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Read on Ao3 or below !!

Sam (SDV) / Fem! Farmer OC

cw ⋆｡‧˚♡ swearing, smut, porn with plot, grinding over clothes, blowjobs, cumming without warning, sam pov, sams a loser?, canon/oc

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Sam has two tickets to his favorite band, but none of his friends want to come with him. What does he do instead? Ask the farmer on a totally platonic outing, just as friends with no underlying feelings! Everything should go according to plan, especially the part where he ends up in her house! Right?

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Sam found himself in an odd situation. Two tickets to a concert in Zuzu City, two busy friends, and one available farmer. He’d been talking with Bella for a few months. Every time she came around he couldn’t help feeling like his heart would burst from his chest alien-style, but all in all he tried his hardest to be normal around her. Even if he’d written hundreds of scrapped melodies about her, even if he dreamt of her constantly, even if he wanted her laugh as his alarm clock. Samuel Neilson was a normal 20-year-old who could have hot friends. 

He’d been a fan of the band JamPot since middle school, and he figured Sebastian and Abigail would’ve died hearing about the tickets. They were all massive fans in fact, they’d discovered them together on YouTube in fact. Sure, he could only take one, but Sebastian rarely left his house anyway. Abigail was his backup plan for concerts most times, he just liked extending the offer to Seb. Abigail would never turn down the option to go to a concert without paying. 

He decided to ask them both on their weekly pool night, Sebastian was riding on his first win of the night and Abigail was lounging on the couch closest to the table. Sam thumbed the tickets in his pocket before working up the courage to ask, “Hey uh-” He started, pulling out the envelope. “Either of you wanna go with me to see JamPot on Saturday?��� Sam’s hopeful tone was instantly crushed by their simultaneous rejection. “Sorry, Sammy. I’ve got plans on Saturday.” Abigail finally looked up from her phone to look at his defeated expression. “Yeah, I’ve gotta catch up on work. It wouldn’t be smart to..” Sebastian had just finished setting up the next game, but Sam couldn’t care less. “Whaat?” Sam whined out, leaning on the pool stick now. “I spent 50 on the other ticket, just hoping one of you’d tag along!” 

Sebastian, as if he was unbothered by his friend's distress, just rolled his eyes in response. “Just ask Bella.” Beginning the match by hitting the cue ball, managing to hit a solid color into a corner pocket. Sam stood dumbfounded. He didn’t want to go alone, but he also didn’t know if Bella would even agree to the…date? Would it be a date? He pondered for a minute before Sebastian cleared his throat in frustration. “You’re stripes, now play the fucking game, dude.”

The rest of the night, Sam was in a sort of daze, wondering if he was even close enough to the farmer to ask her to a concert. What if she rejected him, thinking it was a date? What if he wanted it to be a date? After his…circumstances with Penny, he wasn’t sure if he should even try to make a move. Walking out of the pub at 11, he was still thinking about Sebastian’s suggestion. Abigail waved goodbye, the one sober member of the group. Sam was slumped on Sebastian’s shoulder, the two held each other up with drunk motivation. “Can I..” Sam sighed, tossing his head back. “Just take me to your basement, Sebby.” He didn’t plan on drinking so much, but he knew his mom would kill him if he walked in wasted. “Whatev’r…” Sebastian slurred back, as he lead Sam around the corner to the mountain path. 

Sam didn’t quite remember how he’d gotten to Sebastian’s house. He woke up with a twinging headache, sprawled on the rug next to Sebastian’s bed. An old throw blanket was tossed over top of his body, but no pillow. His mouth was dry, lips cracked slightly as he pried them apart. “Seb…” He groaned, his voice was dangerously hoarse. Clearing it, he called once more as he sat up. “Seb. Get up.” Sam reached up to push at Sebastian’s sleeping back, but only received an angry groan in return. Being friends with Sebastian for so long, he understood that groan as a rejection to waking up.

Sam decided to just leave on his own, his mother was probably concerned about the fact that he hadn’t even come home. The alarm clock on Sebastian’s bedside read off [11:00 am]. He sighed, searching for his shirt that had been thrown off in the night. Picking himself up from the floor, he grabbed his phone, found his shirt, and slipped on his laceless shoes. Hobbling up the stairs was the hardest part, with stiff joints it was hard to even walk a straight line.

“Hello, Sam!” Robin announced to the house as Sam emerged from the basement. He winced at her volume, but still put on a smile. “Hey, Robin, sorry I crashed last night.” Sam adjusted the faded band shirt, hoping she couldn’t tell he’d been half naked two seconds prior. “Seb’s still asleep downstairs, I don’t know if he’s getting up any time soon.” He rubbed the back of his neck, anxious that Robin could still smell the alcohol. She didn’t seem to catch on, laughing softly. “Oh, Sam, you don’t have to apologize for staying over.” She sat back in the chair behind the front counter. “You two always stay up so late at night, at least you’re having fun.” 

Sam said his goodbyes, walking out the front door and closing it silently for the sake of his aching head. He took a deep breath, feeling around in his pocket for his phone to text his mom that he was headed home. Instead, Sam found the tickets that cursed him. “Fuck.” He muttered to himself, but apparently not quiet enough. Bella was rounding the corner at that very moment. 

“Fuck what?” She appeared with a sly, teasing smile. Sam felt his throat tighten up. “Me?” He replied with a violent voice crack. Sam couldn't help feeling like an ass when Bella was around. Something about her jet black hair, piercing blue eyes, and….assets? He didn't want to disrespect her, she was a nice friend. Why would he talk about her like that? He respected her too much. 

Bella laughed, harmoniously (to Sam). While covering her smile, which killed Sam, she dropped it after her giggles. A happy sigh escaped her, straightening up to really get a good look at him. “You look rough.” Bella spoke with almost a hinge of concern, looking him up and down. Sam had been so caught up in overthinking, he forgot completely about why he had been overthinking. “Rough? Yeah, I guess I feel the same too.” His hand nervously rubbed at his neck, Sam had a habit of doing it. “A-Actually I had a question for you!” Bella cocked her head, Sam felt his stomach toss. 

Bella was a girl who loved music. It was her and Sam’s first conversation. Wearing an old TilledSoil shirt, a band Sam had seen upwards of 10 times. After their hour of conversation on their favorite bands, Sam deemed Bella to be cool. He knew she would agree to going to a free concert with him, but was he even confident enough to ask her out? “What’s up?” Bella asked, now actually concerned for Sam. He’d been clutching the tickets for the entire time. The ticket envelope crumpled in his grip. “Do you wanna go to a concert with me- If you’re not busy or- or anything.” He felt like a total ass. 

There was no reason for her to actually reject him, but every bone in his body was cringing out. Standing in front of his best friend’s house, asking someone to go on a maybe-date. If Sebastian had been awake, he’d be instantly cooked. “What band?” Bella spoke up to break the internal panic that fogged his brain. That and the hangover headache. “JamPot!” Sam blurted out, making his headache come back with a vengeance. “They’re just…some dumb pop punk band from overseas.. I just have another ticket!” Yet she was already smiling, “JamPot? I don’t think I’ve listened to them since middle school!” Pulling out her phone, she looked back up at him. “When’s the show?”

Sam seemingly forgot every single detail about the show in that very minute. After frantically opening the envelope to look at the tickets, he looked back up. “Tomorrow, doors at 7?” Bella then started looking through her phone for a moment. “I’ll drive too! All you gotta do is tag along!” Sam wasn’t trying to beg, but god, he just didn’t want to waste the money. She looked back up with a smile, “Deal, I’m free to go tomorrow.” Stammering to himself for a moment, Sam finally got out a sentence. “Cool! I’ll pick you up at 6?” Bella agreed, and Sam floated back into town on a high.

Sure, his mom was pissed, and he was slightly late to work. Sam just couldn’t care. He was just really excited to hang out with his friend Bella. There wasn’t anything else lingering there, no matter how many times Sebastian and Abigail brought it up. This was just two really good friends going to hang out at a concert. Getting close, and sweaty…and doing normal friend things. Sam wasn’t going to ruin anything. Surely. 

Sebastian and Abigail heard the ‘news’ from him over a text, both were convinced it was going to end in Sam’s demise. Abigail bet on Bella thinking it was a date, but Sam shut her down immediately. There’s no way Bella would think it was a date. Even as he put a little bit of extra time into getting ready the next day, he was positive that Bella was on the same page as him. After assuring himself that his hair was perfectly quaffed, he headed out to pick up Bella. 

His car was just a hand-me-down from Jodie, her old car from before they’d gotten a family van. Sam wasted a few minutes throwing trash from the passenger to the backseat. Scrambling just to make it to the farm at six. Pelican Town wasn’t the most drivable, but it was still nice to have a car for longer trips. He just hoped it was comfortable enough for Bella. Not that it was a big deal, of course, she was just like every other friend. He just wanted her to enjoy her first ride in his car.

Sam arrived at the farm at 5:52, pulling into the gravel driveway just after he was done freaking out about being late. He fixed his hair in the rearview mirror, fussing over nothing at all. Waiting for just another minute, he was too impatient and honked at the horn once. He didn’t have her number, but he also wasn’t sure if he could just walk up to the front door. What if she thought he was rushing her? At the moment Sam honked– Bella opened her front door. A black cat ran from the house, and Bella locked up the front door. Sam was leaning on the steering wheel, watching her. When she looked at him with a smile, he instantly straightened up. His palms were grossly sweaty, and suddenly he felt underdressed. 

Bella walked to the passenger side of the car. Sam for a moment felt compelled to brush off the seat before she sat down, but still held himself back. Sharing greetings, Sam took a moment to really look at her. Trying to get his breath back, he smiled. “Ready for the show?” Sam managed to get out, gripping the wheel with white knuckles. Bella could probably wear a burlap sack and look good, but her black skinny jeans and cropped tee suited her perfectly. Bella smiled back, buckling in. “You know it.” 

It was hard to pay attention to the road with her in the passenger seat. Bella wasn’t distracting in a bad way, but Sam couldn’t help wondering what the feeling in his gut was. He just didn’t want to mess anything up. The drive wasn’t boring by any means, Bella and Sam talked the whole way there. Bella mentioned listening to JamPot’s new album, and Sam had to hold himself back from gushing about each detail in the chord progressions. But– It wasn’t long until he did start gushing about it. It was really difficult for Sam to not spill every thought around her. Normally, people would just grin and bare it while Sam rambled about music, but Bella listened to him. She seemed like she really was interested, a rare find. The drive and the time spent waiting in line was mostly just the pair talking about shared interests. Finding out she also preferred Hawaiian Pizza was a game changer for him. 

The venue was old. It’d been there since the early 70s, but was still kept up with. High ceilings, low concrete floors and bars located on both sides. It was already halfway packed in, the merch tables weren’t busy either. Small fairy lights decorated the trim of the brick walls, highlighting the merch tables easily. 

When they were actually in the venue, Bella split off to find the merch table while Sam grabbed a spot on the floor. “I’ll see you in a few.” She smiled, softly placing a hand on his upper arm before walking off. Before Sam melted to the sticky concrete, he had to text his friends. Sending a frantic text to Sebastian, Sam felt his head swimming. [ “Is this a date?” ] He typed the words with nervous, shaking thumbs. Sam was wrong, kicking himself in the ass. What if he was in the process of destroying any chance with Bella? What if he did like her more than he was allowing himself? 

[ “Yes.”  ] Sebastian responded, Sam mentally crumbled.

This was the issue with Sam. He didn’t read the room properly, didn’t understand most situations. It’s what ruined a lot of past relationships for him. Bella didn’t seem like she was hating their conversations, but girls were just so confusing to him. During his overthinking, Bella returned. A new beanie on her head, and a CD in her hand. The new JamPot album. “I got this for you, I wasn’t sure if you had it already.” Holding it out to him, Bella had no clue what had been occurring in Sam’s head. “What?! I’ll pay you back, Bella, I swear.” All fear dropped from his mind, her presence was enough for him to stop overthinking. She shook her head, “It’s for the ticket, don’t worry about it.” Bella’s hand touched his arm again. Soothing his anxiety, but slightly raising his blood pressure. 

After each of the two openers, Bella and Sam kept getting closer and closer. The crowd crushed together in excitement, filling the air with the heat of upwards of 200 people. “Are you okay?” Sam spoke up, bending to Bella’s ear just so she could hear him. She responded with a thumbs up, but still moved closer to Sam. Somehow they’d pressed forward to the barricade, in the middle-left. The headliner hadn’t come on yet, but Sam was preparing. His hands were holding the barricade, with Bella standing between them. He knew she’d be fine on her own in the crowd, but he wanted to keep her safe. The crowd had been rough all night, the openers being much heavier than JamPot, but Sam didn’t want her getting crushed against anyone else. 

Music played across the loudspeakers to fill the silence for the crowd during the stage set. The energy throughout the show had made him less high-strung, less worried on the topic of their night. “You’re having fun, right?” Sam asked, again at a higher volume, just so she could hear him. Bella nodded, leaning against the barricade and looking up at him. “Thanks for bringing me, Sam!” She hadn’t been able to stop smiling that night. 

It was honestly rare that Sam had seen her leave the farm. She and Abigail hung out by the mines occasionally, and he’d see her on walks by the water. Sam just rarely saw her doing anything out of Pelican Town in the few months they’d known each other. He liked taking her out, taking her places with him. “N-No problem.” Feeling that same tossing in his stomach, for some reason his face felt hotter. Maybe it was just the room? 

If Sam thought the first half of the show was close quarters, he wasn’t ready for the second half. Pressing up tightly to Bella’s back as she jumped around was the hardest thing Sam had to endure. On one hand, Bella was safe and comfortable at the barricade, while Sam had to get knocked into continuously. On the other, every single movement against Sam’s dick was like the purest form of torture. It’s not like she was grinding into him, but every once in a while they’d make contact when Bella would start jumping around. Gritting his teeth through it, Sam stood strong. Even if he ached, feeling the slightest brush of her hair against him. Her perfume with hints of clove, brushing by him, was his own heaven. The only thing Sam could circle back to at that moment was the original question.

Was it a date? Sam really tried to focus on the band, but how could he? He’d tune in for a song, then get lost in thought, staring at the back of Bella’s head. The end of the show came quicker than he’d been paying attention. The encore was really just one song, then the whole night was over. Sam felt like an ass, once again, for letting his mind wander all night. Walking out of the venue, Sam stayed close behind Bella. He felt like he’d been a weird freak all night, he just watched her. Bella didn’t notice anything, she’d been talking about how great the show was all the way to the car. Sam bantered back, acting as if he had really watched the concert.

After finally making it to the car, everything sort of shifted. Bella felt a little shyer now that they were fully alone. “Um– Sam?” She asked, as Sam put his keys in to start the car. “Yeah, Bella?” He looked over to her, the radio in the car started playing some obnoxious radio song. The CD hadn’t been automatically reading, so he reached up to press the button. “Well, I just wanted to thank you for taking me on this date. I really had a lot of fun with you tonight.” 

Sam froze in place.

Date? It was a Date?

The annoying pop track played its repetitive tune. Sam was staring at Bella with a dumb look on his face. “It was a–?” He managed to catch himself before saying his first thought, “Right– Well, I just thought..” His extended hand toward the stereo retracted, holding the back of his neck to feel at any beads of sweat. “I just thought it was about time, y’know?” A goofy grin cracked on his face, feeling suddenly free of his worries. “Me too..” Bella had been messing with a strand of hair framing her face. “I really appreciate it, Sam. We should really do this again, okay?” She smiled again, softly. The fluorescent lights in the garage gave her an outer glow, a soft halo on her black hair. Sam had to look away before he forgot the route home. 

Still, a sort of tension lingered in the car. They talked like normal, joking about the show. They talked about typical things from the daily special at the saloon, to weather during the week. Sam considered for a moment that he was just being dense, not understanding the palpable pauses between each topic. Bella adjusted in her seat every few minutes, Sam could’ve sworn he caught her looking his way every few minutes. His energy was high from the concert’s atmosphere, so maybe his mind was just working overtime. 

Eventually, though, they made it to Bella’s home. Pulling in the same gravel driveway as a few hours prior. Sitting in silence for a moment, neither truly wanted the night to be over with. Bella finally offered though, “Sam, I think I might have a pizza in the house. If you’re hungry or something..” Bella played with the fabric of her beanie, now clutched in her lap. Her hair was slightly messed up from hat hair, but to Sam, she hardly looked imperfect. 

“Yeah, uh.. I don’t see why not.” Sam turned off the car a little too enthusiastically. Mentally high-fiving himself for making it this far. Considering how the situation started, he didn’t even think he’d be in a car with Bella. Let alone be on a date with Bella. It was only midnight, his mom knew he’d be back late, so Sam didn’t have any reason to say no. 

“Sorry if it’s a little messy, I don’t normally have people over..” She apologized, unlocking the door with a set of keys attached to a decorated keychain. Sam figured it would probably be cleaner than his room, and he was right in assumption. Bella was exaggerating. Only a couple of cups laid on the coffee table, a few sweatshirts and jackets were draped on one of the dining room tables, and burnt out candles littered the main living room. “It’s not messy, don’t worry.” Sam made sure to close the door behind him, only slightly jumping when a black cat ran through the house and towards the bedroom. 

Sam quickly followed Bella into the kitchen, where she was staring at the box of frozen pizza branded with JojaMart logos. “Have you had this before?” She asked with a pensive tone, looking over her shoulder and back at Sam standing in the doorway. He felt a knot in his throat. “Please, I think I’ve had every frozen pizza in the Joja aisles.” Sam tried to push past it, leaning on the dining table to keep himself from collapsing. 

“It says it’ll take 30 minutes, can you wait that long?” Bella set the box on the counter and turned to him. It was one of those fancier brands with a rising crust. “I could make us some sandwiches if you’re too tired, I know I’m already keeping you out pretty late..” Her lips pursed in thought, but Sam scrambled. “I-I can wait!” Bella began opening the box, and setting the frozen disk pizza onto the tin tray. Watching her preheat the oven, Sam felt his heart race. Two peers, in a house…alone. Sam hadn’t thought this far ahead. 

Sure, he’d kept a condom in his wallet, but that didn’t mean he just expected to get laid. He wasn’t that cocky. He understood that they were just two friends, fresh off an unexpected date. Two very available people that liked each other a considerable amount. Sam just knew the kind of guy that he was. He wasn’t the type to hold off if he wanted something. And god, did he want Bella. 

She turned around now, unaware of the horrible thoughts in Sam’s brain. He wondered if he should just go home. “Well, we’ve got a 30-minute wait… anything you wanna do while we wait?” Bella took a few steps closer, setting the flannel she was wearing on the kitchen table behind Sam. “You.” He felt tempted to say his desires out loud, but held himself firm. “Oh, I could just watch TV if you want.” He was lying, but it was late. Sam doubted that she was that into him. 

Following Bella into her living room, he took a spot on one end of her blue, velvet couch. Bella placed herself on the other side after getting the remote to her tiny television set. She sat forward, stiff as she tapped through channels, just trying to find something to fill their silence. The tension between the two was thick, Sam just tried to relax. Leaning back in his seat and getting comfortable. It was almost 11 at night, there was nothing to be worried about. As if the notorious early bird farmer Bella would stay up much later than 12. 

A couple of minutes passed, but Bella didn’t seem to relax. Sam kept stealing glances, but each time she would lock eyes with him. Her panic hidden as she looked back to the boring music documentary they landed on. “Are you comfortable?” Sam finally offered, figuring that it was an innocent question. Bella finally looked at him, “Um… Well…” She shifted in her seat, “I guess not, I just can’t rest after concerts..” Bella seemed almost embarrassed, “I just have such a hard time laying down..” 

Sam opened an arm at the instant. “C’mere then, I’ll show you how to relax, Bella.” He didn’t have bad intentions at all. Sebastian was the same way, you had to force him down to get any sleep after going through concert adrenaline. Sam had no problem getting cozy, he just wanted to help her out. 

He was more than surprised when she actually agreed to it, Bella gladly crawled over to lay on his chest. Sam positioned himself to lay along the couch, one hand behind his head to pad the hard arm of the couch. Bella just draped herself on the inside of the couch, pressed onto him, but hardly comfortable. She still felt like she wasn't quite comfortable, so Sam let a hand creep down and rub the space between her shoulders. A sigh released, and Bella let her guard down.

Sam’s hand continued to rub circles around her back, and Bella’s sighs became more frequent. Every shift she’d make against his thigh, every shudder as his hand shifted to her mid-back. He wasn’t sure what he was doing to make her react that way, but he’d always been told he had magic hands when it came to massages. “Are you still comfortable?” He asked again, not sure why he was whispering. Bella could hardly be heard as she softly moaned at his touch. Sam felt himself going insane as their eyes met. Her lashes fluttered, his heart could’ve given out at any time. 

It only took a second for Sam to realize what was actually going on. Bella moved up, now straddling him to the couch. A mere centimeter away from his lips as she felt her own hesitation. “Bella? C-Can we…” Sam started, but Bella cut him off. Their lips met with sparks under Sam’s skin. His hands drifted to her waist, rubbing slow circles with his thumb as their tongues mingled. One of Bella’s hands moved to his hair, lacing together with gelled, blonde strands. Even lightly brushed against his hair almost made him burst, but whatever Bella was doing to him made him weaker to the touch. 

Their kiss broke with Sam panting, holding on tighter with one hand on Bella’s waist. Basically guiding her to grind against the center of his crotch. “Ohhh… Oh god, Bella…” Sam couldn’t help begging for her, what else was he supposed to do with a beautiful woman on his dick? Her hips gyrated, moving forwards and back to tease at his quickly hardening cock. 

It’d been too long for Sam. He didn’t fool around as much as he had before Bella came to town, but she was enough to dedicate his life to a monogamous relationship. “Y-You’re so fucking good, holy shit…” He gasped as her hands trailed up his chest. Holding herself firm as she now stopped and held herself up. Moving down, she positioned herself between his legs. Sam propped himself up, sweaty and confused. Watching Bella lay on her stomach with a determined look in her eyes, she understood her intentions as she unbuckled his checkered belt. Her soft hands pulled down blue checkered boxers, taking in everything slowly. 

Sam’s ears were burning hot, he threw his head back to avoid her seeing his embarrassment. Bella, on the other hand, slid her hand around his cock with love. Licking her lips with anticipation as she took it all in. Gently kissing the blushing head of his cock, leaking precum and begging for more. Sam writhed under her, missing her lips after every sweet peck down the shaft. He begged, desperate for something that wasn’t a teasing kiss. Bella listened, smiling devilishly as she swept her long black hair behind her. 

Bella’s hands firmly stayed on Sam’s hips, making sure he wasn’t bucking too hard. Her mouth wrapped around him warmly, lowering slowly to halfway, then bobbing back up. “S-Shit..” Sam cursed, biting his lip to stop from exclusively swearing. His right hand gripped at the back of the couch, while his left hand trailed to Bella’s head. Softly petting as she moved with intention. Her big eyes looking up as if she wasn’t melting him with each move she made. 

“B-Bella slow down, Please-” She bobbed faster, and stopped teasing him. His hand now gripped in her hair, inky black strands lacing between his fingers. “Fuck- Fuck, you’re so good to me, Wh-” Sam’s rambling was cut short by his body near folding from her mouth hitting the base of his cock. Sam wasn’t monstrously lengthy, but he was still slightly longer than average. Aside from the fact that he wasn’t getting very many blowjobs, he’d just assumed deepthroating didn’t exist. Tortuously, she moved her mouth up, with her tongue pressed to the bottom of his shaft. Sam couldn’t keep his mouth closed. A mixture of her name, whimpering, and swears poured out as she worked her head up and down. His head pounded, a whooshing in his ears grew louder.

Without warning her, Sam crumpled under her. Cumming into her mouth, now holding onto her head gently to keep her still. Bella moaned, the vibrations only making him moan out louder as he bottomed out. She pulled herself off as his hands fell, a quiet ‘pop’ broke the humming in his head. As she got up and left towards the kitchen. He’d realized the timer started going off when Sam heard the creaking of her oven door. “Bella?” Sam called out, almost missing her after she left the room. A second later, Bella’s head peeked around the wall of the kitchen. “Do you still want pizza?” She acted like she hadn’t just been on his cock, like she still couldn’t taste him in her throat. 

“No, I think I want something else.” He propped himself up, smiling back at her. 

[brins-rogers]

INTRO OC : AZALEA COLLINS

Just little tidbits about her bc I’d love to do OC interactions and just actually have INFO ABT THIS MF

🔧🔧🔧🔧🔧🔧🔧🔧🔧🔧🔧🔧🔧🔧🔧🔧🔧

Cliques and Respect Levels

Nerds: 20% -> 0%

PRE GLOW UP: half like her, half don’t. acquaintances with Beatrice and Fatty, that’s really about it.

POST GLOW UP: nobody likes her anymore LMAO

Bullies: 0%

Pre & Post GU: she just simply cannot vibe with them. Cruel and unusual for no reason and award used to be SO mean to her in middle school, he and Christy would pick on her together

Greasers: 65%

Pre & Post GU: always cool with them, one of her good friends is Ricky Pucino. Since she hangs out in the shop a lot, that’s the main reason they respect her so much. They do definitely find her annoying since she complains about Casey so much.

Jocks: 50% -> 80%

PRE GU: Only tolerated her for Casey. Literally that. Kirby felt sorry for her and is nice to her, everyone else only talks to her if it’s necessary or if Casey tells them to be nice.

POST GU: Definitely don’t need Casey to threaten them anymore, most go out of their way to speak to her.

Townies: 50% -> 100%

PRE GU: Edgar respects her for fixing his car, they all definitely think she’s a loser but in a cute little kicked puppy kind of way. Zoe takes her in and says if she’s ever kicked out she’s welcome to hang out with them all day.

POST GU: Well … when you’re dating the leader the rest kinda gotta respect you.

Preps: 10%

PRE GU: Only really friends with Bif since she will help him in chemistry, that’s enough for him to convince the others to egg her if she’s ever on a jog in Old Bullworth Vale.

POST GU: You can be attractive and still be POOR.

- moved to Bullworth when she was 8 from Alabama. Has a VERY VERY VERY slight country accent but tries to mask it because everyone makes fun of her and thinks she’s dumb

- surprise surprise, moves in right next door to CASEY HARRISSSSS. Azalea’s parents get divorced in middle school but before that, Casey was over near everyday because of his father’s alcohol problem and his mom being at work. Easily became friends since she’d let him copy off of her at school

- developed feelings for him at the ripe age of 10. talking head over heels, embarrassing need to stand up type crush. Casey is oblivious and friend zones her until senior year

- LOVESSS working on cars and doing things with her hands. Not a greaser per se, but her bonding time with her dad was them working on cars together, so it’s something she enjoys a lot. Eventually she helps Edgar fix up his car (personal HC) and he really respects her for that

- kind of a loser girl 💕 that’s ok tho. doesn’t get picked on a lot because Casey would absolutely bulldoze anyone who talked bad about his Favorite Little Buddy in the Whole World. His FLBWW, if you will. But if girls make fun of her? She’s on her own, Casey would NEVER mess up a shot with a chick

- not super smart, not dumb. Doesn’t get along with bullies at all, gets along with nerds pretty good until her glow up

- her glow up was Lola having ENUFF of her being all whiny and annoying over her crush, Lola said we can’t have TWO RICKY’s (who is another one of her friends—platonic only) and gave her a makeover. Stomped her glasses, made her use CONDITIONER, a little makeup, and she was a whole new girl over the summer

- frequently hangs with greasers and jocks, but doesn’t affiliate with any cliques tbh. Not athletic enough to be a jock and not Italian enough to be a greaser

- actually very nice and soft spoken! apologizes for Casey’s outbursts, remarks towards women, etc.

- likes hanging out at the docs when something is bothering her (much to the townies chagrin). Zoe was told to go deal with her but honestly felt bad for the little loser and kinda adopted her big sister style, that’s how she got in to hanging with the townies during summer of senior year

- also, pre glow up (junior year) was friendly with nerds! Even if Casey (BFFFFF) hated them, she was always on good terms with them (minus Earnest for obvious reasons)

- fav class is definitely shop for obvious reasons, least favorite is history. She’s a science and math girlie

- has a pet Great Dane named Birdie at her house. She actually lives in Bullworth so she doesn’t have a need for a dorm

VOICE LINES:

Voice Claim: Joy - My Name is Earl

Bumped Into

Friendly:

* “Sheesh! You need my glasses?”

* “Didn’t see ya!”

* “You ok sug?”

Unfriendly:

* “Move jerk!”

* “I’ll have Casey beat you up!”

* “And I thought I was blind!”

Hit by Vehicle

* “I hope you’ve got a REAL good insurance policy!”

* “Pedestrians have the right of way, jerk!”

* “My friend’s gonna be a lawyer! She’s gonna sue you!”

Saying Goodbye:

* “I gotta go find Casey, see ya!”

* “Casey’s driving me home, I gotta go!”

* “See ya later, alligator!”

* “So long, sug!”

* “Don’t be a stranger!”

Carnival

* “Ugh I just love the pretty lights.”

* “Wish I was here with Casey …”

* “That teddy bear in the prize booth has my name written all over it.”

Calling for Help

* “Ah!! Casey!!”

* “Could use some help here!”

* “Lend me a hand?!”

Wandering Around/Chatter

* “He said he liked brunettes … should I dye my hair?”

* “I’m gonna tell him today!”

* “He likes me … he likes me not. Ugh, I always land on that one.”

* “I should go fix that car in my garage…”

* “Why her? Why not me?”

* “You catch more flies with honey than vinegar.”

* “I really should go study.”

* “He’s acting too big for his britches.”

Complaining

* “I’m plum wore out!”

* “Ugh, stop throwing a hissy fit!”

* “I HATE it here, really.”

* “This is a damn MESS.”

Confused

* “Oh, bless your heart.”

* “Um? Okay I guess?”

Congratulations

* “Hey, good job! You killed that!”

* “Wow, that’s so cool!”

* “Nice, I knew you could.”

Conversing

Ambient Conversations

* “I mean I tried to tell him but … I dunno girl.”

* “Yall headed to the fair? Can I come with?”

Reacting to Rumor

* “Stay outta grown folks business!”

* “Some people have too much time on their hands.”

* “Real mature, really.”

Responding

To Question

* “Absolutely not!”

* “Hehe, maybe I did.”

* “Totally!”

* “Girl, N-to-the-Oh.”

Questions

* “So uh … did you, Y’know?”

* “I mean, what do you think?”

* “Haha, he wouldn’t, right?”

Ending Conversation

* “Well, it’s been fun!”

* “Nice talking to you!”

* “I’ll see you around, Kay?”

Disgusted

* “Eugh, seriously?!”

* “That’s so freaking gross, dude!”

Don’t Hit

* “I’m a girl! Don’t you have any respect?!”

* “Did your mama not teach you manners?!”

* “Stop playing around! I’m a nice girl!”

Errand

* “Hey! I hate to be a bother but … help me out?”

* “Can you pretty please do me a favor?”

Fighting

* “Don’t let that mouth write a check that ass can’t cash!”

* “Finally I can blow off some steam!”

Butt Pinched

* “You creep!”

* “Ouch!”

* “I’m gonna get my boyfriend—he isn’t my boyfriend but you get the idea!”

Receiving a Gift

* “Oh thank you honey!”

* “That’s so sweet!”

Flirted With

* “I really shouldn’t, there’s this guy …”

* “You’re so sweet, just not my type!”

* “My type is usually blonde, dumb and handsome but …”

After Kissing

* “Do NOT tell Casey, please!”

* “Oh my god I can’t believe I just did that.”

Taunting

* “Oh, bless your heart.”

AZALEA ART

LINKS:

[idaisyy]

Tag , you’re in - a cmpunk x oc enimies to lovers

-chapter 50

Punk didn't hesitate—he walked over to the hotel bed, grabbed a couple of towels, and spread them out over the sheets like it was nothing. Daisy stood there, watching him, her arms crossed over her chest.

"Punk, it's the first day of my period," she admitted, hesitating. "That's usually the worst—it's the heaviest, and it's messy, and it... it stinks."

He stopped, looking at her like she'd just said the dumbest thing in the world. "Daisy." His voice was firm, but not unkind.

She sighed, rubbing her arms. "I just don't want you to think I'm gross."

Punk let out a low laugh and shook his head before walking back over to her. His hands found her waist, gripping her securely as he pulled her closer. "Do you think I'd be standing here, hard as hell, doing all this if I thought you were gross?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Daisy bit her lip, avoiding his gaze. "I don't know. Guys get weird about this kind of stuff."

"I'm not other guys," he reminded her, one hand sliding down to cup her ass. "I don't give a shit about a little blood. If anything, you should be thanking me for being such a good guy about this." His smirk was teasing, but there was sincerity behind it.

She rolled her eyes but couldn't stop the smile tugging at her lips. "Oh, so now I should be grateful?"

"Damn right," Punk muttered, leaning down to kiss her jaw, then her neck, his lips moving slow and deliberate. "But if you really don't want to, we won't. It's up to you."

Daisy swallowed hard, feeling his hands tighten around her hips. He was giving her an out, letting her have control. And that—knowing that he was here, willing to take her exactly as she was—made her want him even more.

She took a deep breath, then nodded. "Okay."

Punk pulled back slightly, searching her face. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," she confirmed. "Just... be nice to me."

His lips curled into something softer, something real. "Always."

As Punk hovered over her, his lips trailing slow, lingering kisses down her neck, Daisy felt her heart pounding for a different reason. She wanted this—God, she wanted this—but there was still that gnawing fear in the back of her mind.

He kissed his way down her collarbone, his fingers tugging at the hem of her shirt, silently asking for permission. She nodded, and he peeled it off, tossing it aside before his hands moved to her shorts. Slowly, he slid them down her legs, kissing her stomach along the way.

But then he got to her panties.

Daisy tensed up immediately. Her body went rigid, her hands flying down to cover herself as if she could somehow stop him from seeing.

Punk glanced up at her, brows furrowing. "What?"

Her face burned. "I—I have a pad on." Her voice was barely above a whisper, like she was ashamed to even say it out loud. "It's not sexy. It's gross. You're gonna make fun of me."

For a second, Punk just stared at her. Then, to her complete shock, he laughed.

Not in a mean way. Not in the way she had feared. It was soft, warm—almost fond.

"Daisy," he said, shaking his head as he reached for her wrists, gently prying her hands away from where she was trying to hide. "You really think I give a fuck about that?"

She swallowed hard. "I don't know. You make fun of me for everything."

Punk sighed dramatically, like she was exhausting him, but there was no real bite to it. "Yeah, well, not about this." He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her hip. "You're the one making it a big deal. I don't care."

Daisy bit her lip, still uncertain. "It's not sexy."

Punk snorted. "Are you kidding me?" His hands slid up her thighs, squeezing gently. "You think that little piece of fabric is stopping me from wanting you?" He leaned in, brushing his lips against her stomach. "I've wanted you all goddamn day."

Daisy let out a shaky breath.

"Now, are you gonna let me take care of you, or are we just gonna sit here while you keep thinking I'm an asshole?" His voice was teasing, but his eyes were soft, patient.

She exhaled, finally nodding. "Okay."

Punk smirks. "That's my girl."

Punk kissed her stomach again, his lips trailing lower, but instead of moving down further, he shifted back up, his face close to hers. His fingers traced soft circles on her thighs, his touch warm and steady.

"Relax, Daisy," he murmured, his voice low, almost hypnotic. "You're acting like I'm about to do something insane. It's just me, babe."

She let out a shaky breath. She was nervous—God, she was nervous. But Punk was looking at her like she was the only thing in the world that mattered.

His hand slid between her legs, fingers pressing lightly over her clothed core. He felt the bulk of the pad, but he didn't even hesitate, just pressed a soft kiss to her jaw.

"You know," he mused, voice slow, teasing, "for someone who talks so much shit, you sure get quiet when I've got my hands on you."

Daisy let out a breathless laugh, her body already tingling from just his touch. "Shut up."

Punk smirked. "Make me."

Before she could even think of a response, he moved back down, his fingers hooking into the sides of her panties, dragging them down her legs with that same lazy confidence he always had. He balled them up and tossed them to the side, then grabbed one of the towels he had laid out earlier and pressed it underneath her hips.

Her entire body tensed.

"Hey," Punk said, catching her chin between his fingers and tilting her face toward him. His eyes were softer now, patient. "You with me?"

Daisy swallowed hard and nodded.

"Good." He kissed her, slow and lingering, before pulling back just enough to speak again. "Now, I'm gonna get you nice and ready for me, alright? And I don't wanna hear another word about you thinking this is gross, because it's not. It's just you, and I want every part of you. Got it?"

She exhaled. "Got it."

Punk smirked. "Atta girl."

His fingers slid between her folds, moving slow, gentle, like he was savoring the feeling of her. He was warm, his touch firm but careful.

"See?" he murmured, pressing soft kisses to her jaw, down her neck. "Nothing weird about this. Just me taking care of my girl."

Daisy let out a small noise when he dragged his fingers up to her clit, circling it lightly.

"There we go," Punk muttered. "That's what I wanna hear."

He kissed her again, his fingers moving with lazy precision, mapping her out like he had all the time in the world.

"You're already getting wet for me," he noted, his voice laced with something smug. "Bet you were thinking about this the whole way up to the hotel, huh?"

Daisy let out a breathy laugh, her head tilting back against the pillows. "You are so—oh—so cocky."

Punk chuckled. "And you like it."

She couldn't even deny it.

He pressed a single finger inside of her, slow and careful, letting her adjust. His lips brushed against her ear.

"You feel good, baby," he murmured. "So warm. So tight."

Daisy whimpered, her fingers gripping onto his arms.

"Relax," he told her again, nudging his nose against her cheek. "You're squeezing me so tight. Gotta loosen up for me, yeah?"

He added a second finger, stretching her just right, and she let out a shuddering moan. Punk groaned low in his throat, like the sound alone was enough to turn him on.

"That's it," he muttered. "That's my good girl."

He started curling his fingers, pressing against that perfect spot inside of her, the pace slow but deliberate.

"God, you're so fucking sexy like this," he said, his voice rougher now. "All worked up. You like when I talk to you, huh?"

Daisy nodded quickly, her breath catching.

Punk smirked, kissing her again, his fingers still moving inside her. "Then I'll keep talking, babe. Gonna tell you exactly how fucking good you feel. Gonna make sure you know just how bad I want you."

She whimpered again, her body arching into his touch.

"That's my girl," he murmured against her lips. "Now, let's see how many times I can make you come before I'm inside you, yeah?"

Daisy was still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm when Punk finally pulled his fingers out of her. Her body was warm, flushed, completely undone beneath him. But the moment her eyes flickered down and she caught sight of his hand, slick with her arousal and streaked with dark red, a wave of embarrassment crashed over her.

Her stomach clenched.

She saw it. He saw it.

And now, any second, he was going to realize how gross it was and decide this was too much.

Daisy sat up quickly, reaching for his wrist, panic bubbling in her chest. "Punk, wait—"

But he didn't flinch. He didn't look disgusted. He didn't even hesitate.

Instead, he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean.

Daisy gasped, her whole body going rigid. "Oh my God—"

Punk smirked, watching her with hooded eyes as he sucked the last bit from his fingers. "What?" he asked, voice thick with amusement.

Daisy's face burned. "You—you just—"

"I told you," he said, his voice slow, deliberate, "I don't care. A little blood isn't gonna stop me from touching you, tasting you, fucking you."

Her stomach flipped at his words, and he must have noticed because his smirk widened.

"Look at you," he murmured, pushing her back down against the pillows. He grabbed her thighs and spread them open again, slotting himself between them. "Getting all shy on me again. What happened to the girl who was moaning my name five minutes ago?"

Daisy covered her face with her hands, groaning. "You're insane."

Punk chuckled, prying her hands away so he could see her face. His expression softened just slightly, his thumb stroking over her cheek. "Hey," he murmured. "I meant what I said. I want you—all of you. So stop worrying, okay?"

She bit her lip, searching his face. He looked so sincere, so sure.

Slowly, she nodded.

Punk kissed her again, this time deeper, hungrier. "Good," he breathed against her lips. "Now, let's get you ready for me, baby. I've been thinking about this for too fucking long."

Punk stilled for a moment, the tip of his cock just barely pressing against her folds. His jaw clenched, and his grip on her thighs tightened as he processed what she had just said.

"Cody wouldn't fuck you on your period?" he repeated, his voice sharp, edged with something dark.

Daisy shook her head, her cheeks heating. "No... he said it was gross."

Punk let out a low, humorless chuckle, shaking his head. "Fucking idiot."

Daisy bit her lip, watching the way his expression shifted—how his gaze darkened as he dragged his length against her, teasing her clit with the head of his cock. Her breath hitched at the sensation, but she still caught the way his smirk twisted into something mean.

"And he never talked to you like this while he was fucking you?" Punk pressed, his voice low, thick with something possessive.

Daisy swallowed hard, shaking her head again. "Not like you do."

That was all he needed to hear.

Punk leaned down, pressing his lips to her ear as he rocked against her again, just enough to make her whimper. "That's because he didn't know what the fuck he was doing, baby." His hand slid up her body, wrapping around her throat—not squeezing, just holding, making her feel completely under him. "You like how I talk to you, huh?"

Daisy's breath was shaky, her fingers gripping his arms. "Y-yeah."

Punk smirked against her jaw, trailing kisses down her neck as he continued teasing her entrance with his tip. "I know you do," he murmured. "You love when I tell you how good you feel, how tight you are, how fucking wet you get for me."

Daisy whimpered, her hips lifting, silently begging for more.

Punk chuckled darkly, pulling back just enough to meet her gaze. "You wanna know the difference between me and him?" he asked, rubbing himself against her one more time before finally, finally pushing the tip inside her. Daisy gasped, her back arching at the stretch, but he still didn't give her all of it yet. He held himself there, making her feel every inch slowly.

She blinked up at him, dazed, desperate. "W-what?"

Punk grinned, leaning down until his lips were just barely brushing hers.

"I actually fucking want you."

And with that, he thrust into her, burying himself to the hilt.

Punk sank into her inch by inch, stretching her out, filling her in a way that had Daisy gasping beneath him. He groaned low in his throat, his forehead dropping to hers for a second as he let her adjust before slowly rolling his hips forward.

"Fuck, baby," he muttered, voice rough with restraint. "So tight. So warm. You feel that?"

Daisy whimpered, her nails digging into his shoulders as he set a deep, deliberate pace, his cock dragging against every sensitive spot inside her. She could feel everything—the way he filled her so completely, how every slow thrust made her body tremble beneath him.

"I asked you a question," Punk murmured, his lips brushing her cheek as he pulled almost all the way out before sinking back in just as slow. "You feel that, sweetheart? Feel how deep I am?"

She could only nod, overwhelmed, her breath stuttering with every stroke. "Y-yeah," she gasped. "I feel it."

Punk smirked against her skin, shifting his angle just slightly before driving into her again, hitting something that had her back arching off the bed. "Yeah, you do," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Taking me so fucking good, baby. Letting me have you like this when you thought I'd be disgusted? You really think a little blood was gonna stop me?"

Daisy bit her lip, trying to turn her head, but Punk caught her chin, forcing her to look at him. "No hiding," he ordered softly, his thumb brushing her bottom lip before pushing inside her mouth. She moaned around it, her tongue curling around the tip, and Punk cursed under his breath. "Yeah, that's my good girl."

Her whole body burned at his praise, at the way he was looking at her, at the way he was stretching her open with deep, deliberate strokes. He wasn't just fucking her—he was making her feel it.

"Punk," she whimpered, rolling her hips up to meet his thrusts, desperate for more.

He groaned, dropping his forehead to hers again as he moved faster, his breathing ragged. "That's it, baby. Say my fucking name."

She moans as he thrusts a little harder, and then he does something that catches her off guard—he spits into her mouth, watching her expression closely.

Daisy gasps, but then, instinctively, she swallows, letting her tongue roll over her lips. Punk groans, gripping her jaw. "That's my girl."

Daisy clenches around him , so lost in his words and actions

"Fuck," he growls, "keep that up and I'm gonna fill you up so deep you'll feel me for days."

Daisy cries out, her whole body tightening around him, and Punk kisses her, filthy and possessive, as they lose themselves completely in each other.

[enbyhiro]

OC: Annabella Grimes

Character Hub (Info, Outfits, BG Story, etc.) (!! PLS CHECK IT OUT, IT HAS MORE INFO ON HER !!)

Basic Info Card & Facts abt Her:

template by: @/jimothy-hopkins

An excelled student with a 4.8 GPA, aspiring to become a prosecutor.

Transfer student from Atlanta, Georgia (or whatever name R☆ wants to make up for atl) along with a handful of other students. (This is post-canon btw.)

Is very interested in 70's black culture, music, fashion, & lifestyle. What a time to be alive, she says. Is also interested by other old American cultures, especially the 50's & 80's.

Went through way too much through her life, somehow she hasn't snapped yet. Good for her.

Has the role of being an academic prefect & counselor at Bullworth due to her exceptional grades & skill. Now she gotta help these dumbass kids with graduation plans & staying on-track. The school's failure rate is... concerning to say the least.

Has her own office, she loves it. She gets to have her own space away from the everyday chaos of the school, has a silent space for her to work on her class/homework, & has a private space for other students to speak with her (or for Lucky to come & hang with her.)

Talking about Lucky, they're dating. Not surprising Mr. Womanizer got a girl that's lowkey a little too good for him. But trust, she keeps him in check about multiple things: their relationship, his grades & career choice (which i have a whole hc for), & to not overwork himself into an early grave.

Back to the prefect stuff, she still has some duties of a regular prefect. Enforce the dress code, break fights (between girls, little kids, or weak guys), discourage bullying, & monitor halls when other prefects are unavaliable. This is the parts of the role she did NOT sign up for, & this is mostly why she hides away in her office.

Foxxy Cleopatra is her main 70's fashion inspo. She's been obsessed since! Foxy Brown is her girl, too!!

She has a car, an orange 1969 AMC AMX. She named her "Marigold". Her uncle got it for her on her sweet 16th.

She has a gold Motorola RAZR V3. She bought that herself. She also as a Myspace bc of course she does.

Voice Claim (^3^)-☆

Relationship Charts \(^_^)/~♡

(one oc down, 99 more to go💔) (also please tell me who made these charts so i can credit them omggg)

[laylakongg]

my sona in quartz's no yandere au! info under the cut ♡

1. Does your OC have parents or family in the AU? If not, what is their current living situation?

Layla currently lives with her parents and two sisters (one older and one younger than her).

2. What are their thoughts on Quartz?

She considers Quartz her friend, but they don't talk much (she's too nervous to start a conversation with someone as pretty as Quartz!).

3. What is their thoughts and relationship with Azul? How did they meet Azul?

Azul is that smart kid who just talks about politics and tries to trick you into buying from him or doing him favors. They met in class when she needed homework answers last-minute.

4. What are their relationships with other characters/OCs?

Floyd: She thinks Floyd seems nice enough, but they aren't friends, nor acquaintances. Floyd most likely doesn't remember who she is since she thinks he's spooky and doesn't actively try to talk to him.

Jade: They're classmates but haven't interacted much. She's scared of Jade.

Ace: They're friends. Layla sees him like an annoying family member, and Ace sees her as sort of strange (spooky) but she's nice when you get to know her.

Deuce: He's one of Layla's friends along with Ace. She sees him as the more tolerable of the two, but his delinquent persona startles her a lot. He thinks she's nice which is how they became friends.

Idia: They act like siblings who always try to annoy and outdo the other. Stealing from the other, bantering over small things, etc.

5. What grade/year is your OC?

Layla is a 2nd year (17).

6. What is your OCs goal for the school year or in life?

Try to at least pass her classes.

7. Your OC is being framed for murder of another student by Quartz, how does your OC react to that? Does your OC know it's Quartz?

"...What? No, I wouldn't! I didn't do it, I swear!"

She would be startled and stand still without saying anything for a second before responding. If she knew Quartz was the one behind everything, she wouldn't outright say it was her but just try to prove her own innocence.

8. Your OC notices Quartz carrying a weapon in her skirt pocket. That's strange since the female school uniforms don't have skirt pockets. Does your OC report this?

"As long as I don't get hurt, I'm fine, right...?"

Wouldn't tell anyone since she doesn't like blaming others, especially her friends since she barely has any. Who would believe her anyways? They're more likely to think she's the one with a weapon in her pocket.

9. Where is your OC usually with or at during school? Classes? With Azul? Skipping class? Where do they eat lunch?

She usually gets to school almost a minute before the bell rings and makes sure to get to all of her classes on time, but during breaks she usually wanders the school with one of her friends.

Her lunch spot is on one of the benches in the courtyard.

10. How are your OC's grades?

Not the worst. They're passing, but her grades are 50/50. Some classes are A's, while others are C's or D's.

11. What is their magic level? What type of magic are they’re best at?

UNDECIDED CUS IDK IF SHE HAS MAGIC OR NOT

12. If your OC is magicless, how do they defend themselves fom someone attacking them with magic? Are they good at fighting?

SAME AS 11 UNDECIDED

13. Your OC stumbles upon a dead body a few feet outside of the school. Do they report it?

Take a picture (for future reference of course), then run away and report it to whoever’s willing to listen.

14. Which elimination tactic is preferred to use on them?

Befriending is the best tactic, as you will gain information as a bonus for becoming acquainted.

15. How are your OCs outside of school? Do they have jobs?

Outside of school, she has no job and often heads straight home without going anywhere unless asked to.

16. How social is your OC? Do they stray away from crowds?

She doesn’t mind being out in crowds as long as she isn’t being paid attention to, but is unlikely to do things like holding speeches or attending social events.

17. Which TWST character does your OC believe should have more admirers than Azul?

Dilla Spade. Next question.

18. What are your OC's weaknesses? Are they easily manipulated? Easily overpowered by?

Easy to crack under pressure, can’t talk in front of crowds, easily manipulated, etc.

19. Why does your OC like their crush?

Both are mysterious, pretty, cool-headed, etc. (Showed her basic human decency one time)

20. If your OC has no crush, which TWST character might have a liking for your OC?

Probably a few NPC’s who she doesn’t even know exists, but if I had to choose one of the main cast members, maybe Epel or Kalim?

21. Since reputation and popularity are kind of different, is your OC popular in and outside of school?

Inside of school and outside of school are the same, except she doesn’t leave her house that much.

22. Any drama, traumatic story for your OC in the AU?

Doesn’t have a tragic background, but she thinks everything is boring and without purpose, everything day is the same, she’s scared of her parents and teachers in case she gets in trouble, feels guilty for things that humans as a species are supposed to do, etc.

Personality:

Though she looks straight-faced or scary, she actually talks a lot and sometimes can't stop, though only with her close friends. She mainly talks about her interests like games that she plays, books she's reading, her annoying classmates, etc. She's sharp-witted and straightforward to a fault, though she's not impolite, which is why she worries about saying harsh things to people. She gets startled easily, especially if there are any sudden loud noises. She's usually very awkward with her classmates, but they take it as her being intimidating instead.

edit: forgot to add quartz in the crush category so just pretend she was always there

[dontstoplafiesta]

rivals on pause | 💖 | z.cl

Warnings: stalking (?)

Words: 4.5k

Pairing: Zhong Chenle x OC

Tags: enemies to lovers, high school rivals, university age

When she finds herself in a scary situation, Minji goes to the person everyone least expects for comfort; her former high school rival Chenle.

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Minji was point five seconds away from breaking out into a full-on sprint but she wasn't sure if that would actually provide her an escape or if it would only let the man following her know she caught onto his actions and force him to take more drastic measures.

All she ever wanted was to put on a brave face and go on with her life as if nothing ever bothered her.

Of course walking home from class at night wasn't ideal, but she was a big girl university student. She wasn't the first to miss the late bus and it definitely wasn't going to be the last time. Although she would tell herself not to going forward.

Honestly she was so terrified in this particular moment that all she could think about was any way out.

Her apartment was still a good 15 minute walk away and all the big stores were closed. There were some other people on the streets but mostly night dwellers whom she didn't really want anything to do with.

She racked her brain for anywhere nearby she could hideout for a bit, at least until the coast was clear. She drew a blank until a familiar intersection came up. And one name popped into her head:

Zhong Chenle.

Okay, so maybe hiding out in her former high school rival, current frenemy's house wasn't the girl's favorite idea but it was the best one she had.

So she pulled out her phone, went to the contact with a big red 'X' on it, and reluctantly pressed the call button all while she started to quicken her pace to a light jog. It rung a few times before he picked up.

"Ugh, what do you want? I just died because of you." Clearly he was in the middle of some game when she called, not that Minji was — or ever would be — in a mood to care.

"Are you home right now?"

"What?"

"No, like are you home or is- is there someone at your house right now?"

She tried her best to seem calm and collected but the wavering in her voice revealed her panic like a confession caught on tape.

"Minji, what's going on?" He could tell by the way she was speaking this wasn't a joke, something was very wrong.

"It's just-" she let out a short quick breath, "I think I'm being followed. Can you meet me in front of your house in like a couple minutes?"

"Sure," he replied, although he felt anything but. Then the call suddenly ended. 'Shit' he thought to himself before heading to the select point of encounter.

The last stretch to Chenle's house felt like a mad chase. The girl couldn't even tell if the man had still been following her, once she caught a glimpse of the boy in his typical hoodie and sweats her only concern was reaching that exact spot where he stood by any means necessary.

He saw her coming from at least 50 meters away but it didn't surprise him any less when the girl he barely got along with flung herself into his arms.

"Okay, okay," Chenle said, unsure what to do with his hands so he just awkwardly patted her back. "It's okay."

He tried to maneuver the two of them inside the gate so that his mother could close it. He used those few remaining seconds with it open to take a quick surveillance of the area.

There seemed to be no one else around.

"Is she there with you?" A soft feminine voice called from the house.

"Yeah, I got her," he looked down at the girl clinging onto him for dear life, "she's fine! Okay let's go inside now, it's cold out here."

He carefully pried off her arms from his body before leading her into the house where his mother waited at the door.

"Oh my goodness, dear. Are you alright? That's an awfully scary situation to find yourself in."

Usually, Minji would smile at such caring behavior but the words spoken by the elder woman only confirmed that her worst fears about the incident were valid.

She had been lucky.

Tears began to form in her eyes just at the thought causing her arms to wrap around her body as some sort of comfort.

"Oh she's fine, Mom. You can stop worrying now."

The woman chose to ignore her son, keeping all of her attention on the girl.

"Come inside, you must be freezing. Chenle go grab her a blanket from upstairs," the woman ushered Minji inside.

The moment she stepped foot into their house a sudden loud bark startled her enough to gasp. "Sorry," she apologized before absentmindedly removing her shoes.

"Daegal, down!" Chenle said sternly, trying to stop the small white dog from jumping up on the already frightened girl.

It didn't seem to work as the little dog had a mind of her own.

Before she knew it Minji was sat down on one of the couches in the family room, bag set off to the side somewhere.

"Can I get you some tea, dear?" The girl nodded her head even though the question never fully registered in her brain. And then she was by herself, left to her own clouded thoughts.

Though she had only been to the Zhong household a handful of times she could tell they had changed around a lot of the furniture since the first time she was there.

It was during high school, Chenle was still new to the school and the two of them were paired up for the baby project where they were tasked to take care of a baby doll for two weeks.

The couch she was sitting on had been on the other side of the room at the time. She remembered because that's where Chenle had shown her that if you spun around the doll by its leg it would stop crying.

The girl knew from that moment on that this was a boy she would never get along with. He was childish and couldn't take anything seriously and as someone who lived and died by her academic record, having him as a project partner had been a nightmare.

Their competitive and opposite natures quickly garnered them a rivalry that became known across the school. Everything from choir practice to the science fair, from gym class to math finals, from the class presidential race to the prom royal court, even who got in the lunch line first; everything and anything was a competition to them.

To the misfortune of both, their constant crossing of paths in high school didn't end at graduation. Instead they found themselves at a much closer proximity when their individual friend groups in college merged into one. Now they have game nights together every week.

It wasn't that Minji was bothered by Chenle's friends — she actually found them to be a lot of fun — but having the boy around just brought out the worst in her. Although, her other friends never minded. In fact, they were always amused at how the two could bicker and argue about whatever the situation entailed.

The girl began to think about her friends, how much she loved to be around them, and how something like what almost happened just 10 minutes earlier could have taken all that away.

Her eyes watered as her emotions quietly churned.

Meanwhile, upstairs, Chenle searched through the guest room for a blanket but quickly realized he had no idea where they were. In his defense, he never actually spent time in the guest room and his house was always being reorganized.

While sifting through a closet he heard the scampering of tiny paws into the room followed by a couple of alarmed barks.

"Yes, I know, I know," he responded to Daegal in an irritated yet calm manner, "someone new's in the house."

However, just as he said it he reminded himself that that wasn't entirely true.

A few weeks back, Haechan, Jisung, and Minji had come inside for a brief moment before all four headed to Hyewon and Yunjin's for game night.

While the two boys comfortably made themselves at home, the girl sat awkwardly on one of the kitchen stools as the small white dog pawed at her legs. She had leant down and started petting and playing with the dog much to the surprising amusement of Chenle, who was finding himself having difficulty concentrating on whatever Haechan had been saying.

He didn't understand why seeing the stern and bossy girl he argued with so much simply enjoy herself by just messing around with his dog had been so captivating.

Maybe because she generally had a disdain for his existence or that Daegal was a part of his family and therefore an extension of himself. And if she was content with a small part of him that might just mean that she doesn't think he's all bad.

Whatever the case, that night unknowingly sparked something in him. And now after seeing the genuine fear on her face...

He looked at the small dog for a second.

"Go keep her company," he said softly, mind already lost in thought.

Chenle cleared his throat and shook his head. "Downstairs. Go." He ushered the dog out the room, deciding that it was better to grab a blanket from his room since he was taking too long.

This time when Daegal approached the girl she didn't bark, instead clambering onto Minji's lap.

The girl removed her hands from her face once she felt the cold, wet nose of a dog sniffing at her chin. Paws pressed up against her shoulders for the dog to keep herself up on her hind legs.

Tear-stained cheeks became visible as well as a meager attempt at a smile.

Her hands went to pat Daegal only for the small creature to whine quietly. As if she could tell something was wrong with the girl.

Heavy steps were heard coming down the stairs and Minji quickly turned away from the approaching boy so that he wouldn't see her in more of a vulnerable state than before. Hair covering her face.

"Here," Chenle said curtly, tossing her the blanket. It landed haphazardly onto her body and she didn't do anything to fix it.

He sat on one of the chairs across from her, itching to go on his phone or anything that would take him out of this awkward situation.

Daegal started to paw at his leg, soft whines coming from the pup. Happy for the distraction, Chenle went to go pick her up into his embrace but she immediately climbed out of his arms back onto the floor.

He just stared at her weirdly, wondering what she wanted apart from his attention.

The dog looked at him and then at the girl curled up in the corner of the couch. Back at him, then again at Minji.

This continued for a few more seconds before Chenle finally understood what Daegal was trying to tell him.

"No," he mouthed while shaking his head.

The pup started to whine louder, finally letting out a suppressed bark causing the girl to jump slightly.

"Stop it," Chenle said, sitting up in the chair.

Daegal took that as a cue to run to the girl, easily climbing onto her lap once again and trying to sniff her face.

"Daegal," it came out in a low serious tone, the boy now standing up fully and making his way over to the couch to remove the dog from the girl's personal space.

But the second he caught a glimpse of Minji's face with teary eyes and a trembling lip, he froze.

His dog slowly walked to the opposite side of the couch as the girl, lying down in a way so that the only spot available was next to Minji.

Swallowing his pride, he actually — surprisingly — sat down in the empty spot, full attention on the girl next to him.

"Hey, are you okay?" He asked softly, automatically thinking it was the dumbest thing he could have said in that moment.

She didn't respond but now paying closer attention Chenle could hear the quiet sniffling coming from the person sat next to him.

"Minji-ah," he tried to use the most delicate voice he could manage, hardly above a whisper.

The girl felt at a loss for many reasons. Her high school rival comforting her in an oddly soothing tone — when he more than often was yelling for some godforsaken reason — threw her off the most.

She felt a hand graze her shoulder lightly before trying to turn her around.

To avoid him seeing her emotion stricken face she whipped around in a sudden motion and placed her head in the crook of his neck. The rest of her body cautiously pressed up against his side.

Unlike the hug earlier, Chenle didn't hesitate to wrap an arm around the girl.

It was quiet. Neither opting to say anything since they couldn't think of anything to say. A rising whistle sound from what must be a kettle could be heard coming from the other room.

Minji unconsciously wrung her hands together, her fingers occasionally pulling and poking at the fabric of the boy's hoodie. Getting closer and closer to his chest, slowly driving him insane.

In one swift motion Chenle went to grab onto her wrist. He felt like the girl could hear his heart beating since she was so close. She shook at his hand so that he would release her from his hold but he only loosened his grip.

With her free hand she gently pulled at his own wrist to let her go. However, her hands didn't move from his. Instead they began to mess with his fingers, running a thumb over a small cut on the back of his hand, and, ultimately, pressed her palm against his, letting each of her fingers trace up and down his own.

He unknowingly let out a quiet shaky sigh when her fingers began to lace with his. Only for her to realign them again.

And again. And again. And again.

Lace. Realign. Lace. Realign. Lace. Realign.

Chenle had enough. Terrified or not — traumatized or not — this girl was messing with him and he couldn't stand when people messed with him especially when he himself wasn't in the mood.

The next time she went to lace her fingers with his he bent his fingers down, holding her hand firmly.

Minji was caught off guard by this action, her breath halting for a moment, but she kept her cool. Her forehead pressing closer to his neck.

Just as Chenle's head was about to rest on top of the girl's his mom walked in with a tray prepared for tea.

The two pulled apart quickly from each other, Minji carefully wiping away at her eyes with her sleeve so she wouldn't look like she just had a breakdown and Chenle apologizing to Daegal for almost accidentally crushing her.

"Did you call someone, dear? How are you getting home?" The woman asked while setting down the tray.

"I, uh, sent a message to my roommate Rina and she's going to see if our neighbor can lend her his car."

She started preparing her tea how she liked. Even though she didn't really want any, she felt bad that the woman went through the trouble of setting this all up just for her.

"Oh, she doesn't have to do that. Chenle can drive you home."

"Mm?" The aforementioned boy looked up from petting his dog with alarmed eyes.

"It's okay Mrs. Zhong, Rina's got this under control. I wouldn't want to trouble either of you more than I already have."

The boy nodded along to what the girl was saying. He was still trying to process what had happened moments earlier and didn't think being around Minji was helping him process correctly.

"It's alright, I'm sure Chenle doesn't mind," she said in that stern motherly voice, aiming the comment more to her son than the girl, "and besides, it's not safe for a young girl to be driving by herself this late at night."

Oh, but it's okay to send your precious son, the boy thought.

After a bit more of a polite back and forth Minji finally conceded, agreeing to the ride. She walked around the corner into another room to call her roommate, leaving the mother and son alone. The woman sat down next to him.

"She's the smart one from high school, right?" She asked.

"Mhm," her son responded minimally while continuing to pet Daegal.

"She's pretty," she says in a prying tone.

He looked up at her with somewhat of a dead stare. "Uh huh," he replied dryly.

The woman gently smacked his shoulder in a display of disapproval of his attitude. Chenle just chuckled softly to himself.

"Go get ready."

And so he did. Next thing he knew he was driving a car with Hwang Minji in the passenger seat. The image of the girl saying goodbye to his dog still fresh on his mind, among others.

A tense, awkward vibe immediately took over the vehicle as neither bothered to talk.

That is, until the boy sped through a yellow light as he was prone to do.

"Jesus fucking Christ Chenle! Can't you slow down during a yellow like any normal person?" He reveled in the girl's outburst, this was a lot more comfortable for him.

"I'm sorry, between the two of us who passed their drivers test and who failed five times?"

Minji threw her hands up, "that was you! I just couldn't parallel park, you couldn't pass the written test even if your life depended on it."

"The written test doesn't count," he replied coolly.

"The department of motor vehicles would disagree."

He's so cocky, she thought to herself. Her eyes rolling to the side, looking towards the window.

"The only reason you passed was because your peer instructor was into you."

He scoffed, "whatever, I passed didn't I? And now you got a ride home so maybe show a little more appreciation."

"Stupid," she muttered, arms crossed. She remembered how the older girl fawned over Chenle at the time. Laughing at all of his dumb jokes, linking her arm with his when walking to the car. She was a popular senior girl that had no reason to be acting so foolishly and yet Chenle ate it all up.

"Seduce your way to a drivers license, yeah that's something to be real proud of."

It was just a low, sarcastic comment but her word choice captured the boy's attention. Did she really think he was capable of 'seducing' someone? He turned his head to glance at her for a brief second to see if she was serious.

"You think I seduced her?"

"No, I think she hit her head before your test and had a concussion. She wasn't thinking straight and, honestly, that alone should be grounds to revoke your license. It was a faulty test."

Minji looked over at him, eyes meeting for a moment. The boy smiled, falling into an amused laughter that also took over the girl.

This was normal, this was easy.

"You know she's the one that nominated you for Prom King," Chenle hummed in interest, "Mari told me at our graduation party."

"Really? I always thought it was Jisung because he made a joke about you being nominated and how it was only a matter of time before someone put my name down on the list."

"Yep. People were so obsessed with us winning. It's like I get it but also I don't get it. Like it was some sort of cruel joke on us and everybody was in on it. I mean it wasn't like I could have actually won Prom Queen on my own."

As usual, she didn't see things the same way he did.

"You? You were 'top-of-the-class nice girl', everyone liked you."

"Yeah, but I wasn't really popular. You were popular. Like, 'star of the basketball team' popular." She looked down at her hands, "I was just the other half of the joke."

This time the light turned red before Chenle could make it through the intersection, the car coming to a halt. He took the chance to take a good look at her, she was serious this time.

"No, you were 'my Prom Queen'," he said exaggerating the phrase to lighten the mood.

Minji made a sound of disgust. "Would you stop calling me that! I fucking hate it, eugh."

He bursted out in a boisterous fit of laughter.

"You don't think I feel disgusted saying it? I think years of my life shave off every single time."

"Then why do you?" She asked pointedly, now fully facing him.

"Because it makes you mad." He kept his eyes directly on hers.

Nothing could stop the rush of warmth that ran to the girl's cheeks, especially once the boy's little smirk grew into a full-blown grin.

Green light.

There was a reason why Minji disliked Chenle. Well, actually there were many. The primary reason being his childish need to push her limits, poke fun at her until she couldn't take it anymore.

He almost never took things seriously unless it was a competition.

Chenle continued driving and Minji felt an intense need to change the topic before her mind got more scrambled than it already was. Moments like these were too genuine for her.

"I think I recognized the man who was following me," she said quietly.

The boy's eyebrows furrowed together in confusion as he reeled from the sudden switch up in conversation.

"Really? Who?"

She didn't get along with him because he was prideful, always thinking that he's right. She never met a guy so sure of himself, that could talk on and on about all he's done in his life, every good moment he had ever experienced. She begrudgingly heard it all.

"I'm not sure but, well, I guess I'm pretty sure—"

"Who?"

Add impatient to the list.

"I think he lives in my complex bu—"

"Oh for fuck's sake Minji! Where are we going right now?" He asked facetiously. His raised tone shocking her.

"To my apartment but it's in a diff—"

"We're going back to my house," he said, getting ready to turn the car around.

"No, we're not. You're taking me home."

He was sassy at inappropriate times.

"Yes, we are. What am I supposed to tell my mom, hm? She's going to be worried sick about you. And you would let that happen to a poor older woman like her?"

"Just don't tell her anything then."

"Yeah, but I'll..." he trailed off, not wanting to finish his thought.

"Chenle, please. I just want to go home." She pleaded candidly.

The car went back to silence for a few seconds, only the clicking of the turn signal could be heard. His hands still on the wheel ready to turn.

The boy recognized the sincerity in her voice and sighed before reciprocating it.

"Okay." Slightly nodding his head, voice almost too quiet to be heard.

The rest of the drive was completely silent and once they arrived to her complex not much else was said either. Chenle walked her up to her apartment wordlessly, just an oddly protective presence trailing behind her.

But maybe the main reason she couldn't bring herself to get along with him was that deep down she knew; a guy like him would never want to actually be with someone like her.

"You know, if anything happens you can always come over. My mom will be more than happy to help as you saw," he said with a light tone after they had been standing at her door for a few prolonged seconds.

He would never give her that look. That tender look one person gives to someone they adore, someone they care for deeply. The look that says "of all the billions of people in the world that I could be looking at right at this exact moment, I am choosing to look at you."

The look she saw in his eyes as he stood right there in the middle of the hallway next to her, peering down at the girl.

"Plus Daegal will miss you. Sometimes I feel like she misses everyone apart from me."

He was rambling but Minji was too lost in thought to notice. Instead she was staring up at him as if she was seeing him for the first time.

It made Chenle uneasy, and with nothing else to do or say he decided to make his leave.

"Alright then, I guess I'll go now. Um, stay safe. Goodnight."

Before he could even take a step the girl grabbed his hand.

"Wait!"

He just stared back at her expectantly, wondering what she was thinking of with that expression on her face. Her grip on his hand gentle but firm.

Standing there frozen in his spot as she slowly approached him, getting closer and closer. So close that if she moved another inch or two she'd be stepping on his feet.

Another hand rested on his shoulder with a delicate touch.

One glance from his cheek to his lips and that hand began to tremble, along with the other one that still had his in her grasp.

Minji balanced herself on her tippy toes and they were completely face to face. Heavy breaths intermingling.

She searched his face for any negative reaction, any signs of rejection, something she particularly couldn't handle at the moment.

Apart from his eyes growing more surprised with each passing second he didn't show much of any kind of reaction.

She wondered if his heart was pounding as much as hers was. If he felt the same electric pulses running through his veins, an anxious and bewildering excitement that just couldn't be controlled.

After contemplating for what felt like an eternity she finally leaned in to connect their lips. Every bit of anxiety evaporated from her body as she melted into the warm sensation.

His free hand quickly began alternating between her elbow and upper back before settling on the latter, unconsciously bringing her closer.

Chenle was too far gone to make sense of what was happening.

The last thing he remembered was the girl in front of his face staring at his lips. His eyes widening in shock before shutting closed once her lips touched his.

Then things got blurry. He didn't even realize that he kissed her back until he noticed she had to use some effort to break apart from his lips.

"Goodnight, Chenle," she said softly before pulling herself away from him, hands lingering for just a second longer.

He stared down at her with glossed over eyes, his mind in a haze and fingertips tingling from the loss of her touch.

And with that the two parted ways. One entering her apartment to a bombardment of questions from her roommate and the other sat in his car in silence before driving away into the night.

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[antonymphdraws]

Dandy's World OC: Annie Versary

Bio and details below

“Annie is Dandy’s World’s #1 party planner! From birthdays to anniversaries to holiday parties, she can do it all! She works long and hard to make the folks around her happy, she knows every Toon’s birthday, their favorite cakes, and what’s the best gifts to get them!”

Full Name: Annie Versary

Species: Cupcake

Gender: Female (She/Her)

Voice Claim: Sarah Wiedenheft (Cherry Blossom Cookie - Cookie Run: Kingdom)

Annie Store Quote

“Oh! Me?! Well then, we're gonna have so much fun together!”

Requirements

3000 Presents

2500 Ichor

100% Research on Twisted Annie

Appearance

Annie is a brown cupcake, a pink liner, pink frosting and white sprinkles on her head. She also has white freckles that resemble sprinkles. She wears a pink dress with a white line on it and the waist, and a white petticoat under the skirt. She also wears white and pink striped socks, elbow length gloves, and a pink and white striped party hat with a flame on top of it.

In blackouts, she produces a small orange glow.

Personality

Annie is a party animal and a party planner! She’s an energetic, peppy, and fun-loving Toon who works hard and diligently to throw the best parties for others and make them happy. She is very sweet and considerate about others, one example being her list of potential presents to get for other’s birthdays.

However, this often hides a fear of loneliness and abandonment, for she hates being bored and alone for too long. Which can sometimes lead to stress and outbursts. She can also be rather sensitive and panicky, especially when things don’t go as planned. She relies on the company  of others to relieve her of her stress, especially in tough times. 

Stats

Rank: Main

Health: 2 Hearts

Skill Check: 3 (Size 150/Value 2)

Movement Speed: 5 (Walk 20/Sprint 30)

Stamina: 2 (125)

Stealth: 2 (5)

Extraction Speed: 4 (1.20)

Abilities

Present Time! Active This Toon gives a random item from the Rare to Ultra Rare tier to a targeted Toon with an empty inventory slot. Has a Cooldown of 90

Guest List Passive This Toon can see where all other alive Toons are, along with their current health status and their inventory slots.

Dialogue 

Finishing extraction

“Oh happy day for me!” “That was fun!” “The others are going to love this!”

Descending to the next floor

“Today is a special day!” “Oh goodie! The guests have arrived!  “It’s just not a party without me!

Activating Gift Wrapped

“Oh goodie! It’s present time!” “Open it up and see what’s inside!~” “Here’s a gift from me to you!”

Twisted Annie

"One of the Holiday Main Characters of Dandy’s World. Wracked with loneliness and despair, with only the company of others to keep her stable…Don’t leave the party girl hanging for too long, or the party might go down in flames…”

Rank: Main

Speed: None

Attention Span: N/A

Detection Range: Average

Twisted Annie is a large stationary Twisted who peacefully stands in the middle of the floor. She behaves similar to Twisted Glisten in that a bar above her head will increase the longer she’s left alone and will decrease when a Toon is in her vicinity. However, unlike Glisten, her bar takes less time to fill up completely (50 seconds compared to Glisten’s 70). 

When enraged, she summons flames from the ground in numerous locations of the floor. Some will be random locations on the ground, causing any Toon that touches them to lose a heart. She also creates a wall of flames to block an entryway, anyone who touches it will lose a heart. A ring of fire will also spawn around her, causing anyone who gets too close to lose a heart.

Just like Glisten, Annie will become enraged if she is left alone for too long, or when all machines are completed. There is no way to return her to her passive state once this happens.

Also like Glisten, she has dialogue, immediately talking once the floor has begun as a warning, twice as her meter rises, once when the meter is almost full, and once when she is enraged. She only speaks twice per floor, not including her dialogue when the elevator opens during Panic Mode or the dialogues when you go near her.

Dialogues

Spawning

“Huh? Guests?! Oh thank goodness…” “Oh! Goody goody gumdrops! The guests have arrived!” “*Gasp* They came! The guests finally came!” 

Toon in line of sight

“I was worried no one would show up…” “It’s you! I thought you’d never come!” “So glad you got my invitation…” “I’m happy you came, a party of one is just no fun…” “Come! We’re going to have so much fun together!”

Meter reaches 50%

“Hey…where did everybody go?” “Did they…forget to come?” “They surely got my invitations…right?”

Going berserk (Full meter)

“Loneliness…corruption…I-It’s killing me! Make it stop! Make it STOP!” “Nobody showed up…NOBODY SHOWED UP!?!?!” “Enough!!! THIS PARTY IS A DISASTER!” 

Going berserk (Panic Mode)

“WAIT!!! You can’t leave now! The party’s not over yet!” “Leaving so soon?! B-But the party’s just begun!” “Hold on!!! T-There’s plenty of cake left!” 

Twisted Research Trinket: Party Present

Trinket Category: Other

Get a random item from the Rare to Ultra Rare tiers at the start of every floor. Dandy’s Shop exclusive items are included. 

Trivia

Annie has every Toon’s birthday memorized. As well as their favorite kind of cakes. She also has a list of gift ideas for all the Toons based on the things they like/are into.

The flame on her hat will go out when she’s sad. It also flares up when she’s angry.

Annie’s design is based on the cupcake Sprout is holding in a poster found in the Diner floors. Specifically the poster with him and Cosmo.

While she is considered a Holiday Toon. She is seen much more often compared to the Christmas Toons. When the Gardenview Center was still open, she would be brought out to celebrate the birthday of guests who made a party reservation there. She was also brought out during the month that the center opened to celebrate its anniversary.

The concept for Twisted Annie is based on the idea of no one showing up to your own birthday party.

[atinyjules]

Bad Dog? Ft. Hybrid!Nicholas

A/n: I have an obsession with andteam these days. I mean, I always have, but we'll. It's super evident recently. Idk Nicholas just screams doberman or were werecat 🥹✨️

Here it iss

Genre: Fluff, angst, hybrid au, humour

Pairings: Nicholas x fem reader (oc but name not mentioned)

Warnings: None really

The hybrid centre smelled like cheap air freshener and broken promises. You stood at the front desk, arms crossed, listening to the owner—a middle-aged man with a receding hairline and an even more receding sense of honesty—explain why the hybrid you had already booked and paid for was… gone.

"I know this is inconvenient," he said with a practised, customer-service smile that screamed, 'Trust me, I’m lying', "but the tiger hybrid, uh, ran away last night. Must've slipped right past security. Real shame."

You squinted. "A tiger hybrid? Just vanished?

The owner nodded too quickly. "Yup. It happens all the time."

"Psst."

You blinked. "What?"

The owner stiffened. "What?"

"Psst. Down here," the voice whispered again.

You glanced toward the holding cells, and that’s when you saw him—Nicholas. His nameplate was bolted onto the thick metal bars, which immediately made you suspicious. The hybrid centre’s website had promised bright, open living spaces for their hybrids. Not… this.

Nicholas lounged lazily against the bars, amber eyes gleaming with amusement. His cropped Doberman ears flicked, and his tail gave a single lazy wag.

"Why is he in a cell?" you asked, side-eyeing the owner.

The man chuckled nervously. "Ah, well, he's a bit of a troublemaker. Doesn't get along well with others."

Nicholas sat up. "Heyyy—" He paused. Thought about it. Then shrugged. "Actually, that is true. I bite them."

The owner pointed at him, exasperated. "See?! This is why he’s in a cell!"

Nicholas rolled his eyes. "Oh, please. They deserved it." Then he turned back to you, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "By the way, that tiger hybrid? He didn’t run away. This guy sold him to someone else ‘cause they offered more money."

Your gaze snapped to the owner. He went stiff as a board.

"T-That’s ridiculous!" he stammered, tugging at his collar like it was choking him. "He’s just saying things—he bites people! You can’t trust him!"

You crossed your arms. "You promised a comfortable life for hybrids. But he's literally behind bars."

The owner let out a weak laugh. "W-Well, it's for his own safety! And others'!"

Nicholas smirked. "He's not wrong, sweetheart. I do bite." He leaned against the bars, chin resting on his folded arms. "But only when they deserve it."

The owner looked like he was seconds away from a nervous breakdown.

You sighed, rubbing your temples. "Okay. We need to talk."

Nicholas let out a low whistle. "Ooooh, someone’s in trouble."

The owner was sweating bullets, probably trying to figure out how to lie his way out of this mess. Meanwhile, Nicholas was watching the drama unfold like it was his personal entertainment.

Then, as if remembering something urgent, he perked up.

"Hey. Hey." He rattled the bars to get your attention. "Look at the board."

You followed his gaze to a large pricing sheet on the wall. A handful of hybrids had price tags next to their names. Nicholas' name stood out—because right next to it was a big, bright, 50% OFF sticker.

You turned back to him, unimpressed. "Wow. What a deal."

Nicholas grinned, ignoring your sarcasm. "Right?! Half-off ‘cause they hate me." He shot the owner a knowing look. "Tell her, boss. You despise me, don’t you?"

The owner made a choked noise. "I—I wouldn’t say despise—"

Nicholas leaned forward, voice deadpan. "You locked me up like a criminal."

The owner threw his hands up. "You bite people!"

"Heyyy—" Nicholas paused, then sighed. "Okay, yeah. But only when necessary. It’s called self-defense."

You pinched the bridge of your nose. "I came here for a tiger."

"Pfft. Cats are overrated. Get a dog instead!" Nicholas gestured to himself proudly. "We're stronger. More loyal. Funnier. And we don’t sleep 16 hours a day."

"That last part is debatable," the owner muttered.

Nicholas ignored him. "Did you know that Dobermans are one of the smartest breeds? I can learn commands faster than a cat could decide whether or not it likes you." He held up a finger. "Also, fun fact: I can run up to 32 miles per hour. That’s, like, twice as fast as a tiger."

You frowned. "That’s… not true."

He waved a hand. "Okay, fine, technically not true, but close enough! And let’s be real—are you gonna be riding a tiger into battle? No? Exactly. So my speed is more useful."

You stared at him. "Who said anything about battle?"

Nicholas smirked. "I dunno. You look like the type."

The owner groaned. "For the love of—please stop talking."

Nicholas gasped, mock-offended. "Wow. Silencing me? Unbelievable." He turned back to you. "Okay, okay, I get it. You want a deal, right? What if I told you… you could get me for free?"

You raised an eyebrow. "Free?"

He grinned. "Yup. You were scammed, remember? Kinda messed up that this guy took your money and then sold your hybrid to someone else, right?" He gave the owner a slow, smug glance. "So, as a totally reasonable solution, I propose he lets you take me instead. Y'know, as compensation."

The owner turned red. "ABSOLUTELY NOT—"

Nicholas clicked his tongue. "Wow. No integrity. Scamming and refusing to make it right? Unbelievable."

You exhaled. "This is ridiculous."

Nicholas grinned wider. "And yet… you're thinking about it."

You hated that he was right.

Nicholas was a genius.

A mastermind.

A visionary.

Because if he played his cards right, he was getting out of this cage today.

And hopefully with her.

See, it wasn’t just that he wanted to escape (though, obviously, yes). It was also because this girl? This girl was pretty. And sure, he’d been around plenty of humans before, but none of them had this… this vibe. She looked cool. A little intimidating. And definitely like she liked dogs.

Nicholas squinted at her. Yeah. No doubt about it. This was a dog person.

Her arms were crossed, her expression skeptical, but he could see it���the little crack in her resolve. Oh yeah. She was thinking about it.

He needed to seal the deal.

Time for maximum charm.

He widened his eyes just a little. Not too much—he wasn’t a chihuahua. Just enough for effect. Then he let his ears droop ever so slightly and leaned against the bars with a tiny, forlorn sigh.

"Pwease," he said, voice soft and dramatic. "I'm just a wittle guy. A wittle guy who got wrongfuwwy impwisoned—"

"Oh, shut up!" the owner snapped.

Nicholas immediately dropped the act. "Jeez, man, ever heard of theatrics? No wonder your business is flopping."

"It is not flopping—"

"Yeah? Then why am I half off?"

The owner turned red, looking like he wanted to strangle him, but Nicholas ignored him. Focus. Mission: Get Adopted.

Nicholas turned back to the girl and gave her his best puppy-dog eyes. "Listen. You and me? I think we'd make a great team."

She sighed. "I literally came here for a tiger."

"And yet... you're still here." He smirked. "Because deep down, you know I'm the better option." He flexed dramatically. "Look at these arms. Look at this jawline. I am built for protection. You want a tiger? Cool. But what happens when you need loyalty? What happens when you need someone to glare at people menacingly in public so no one even thinks about robbing you?"

"You do look like you'd be good at glaring," she admitted, eyeing his sharp features.

He perked up. Progress. She was considering it.

Time to go in for the kill.

"AND!" He suddenly wagged his tail a little—just enough to be endearing.

She blinked. "What?"

"I have so many more fun facts!" He grinned. "Did you know that Dobermans were originally bred to protect tax collectors? That means I have a rich history of intimidation. Also, my fur is low maintenance! You won’t have to deal with all that pesky shedding like you would with a tiger." He gasped dramatically. "OH! And I can sense when you're upset and will offer emotional support immediately. Do you think a tiger's gonna do that?"

She looked mildly amused now. "So you’re saying I should pick you because you’ll stare at people, not shed, and be a therapist?"

"EXACTLY." He nodded sagely. "I am the full package."

The owner groaned into his hands. "I can’t do this anymore."

Nicholas smirked, knowing he was winning.

"You remember? You could just take me for free."

The girl actually considered it for a second.

The owner, looking one step away from a mental breakdown, exhaled sharply. "Fine. Fine. Take him. Just—get him out of here. No refunds, no take-backs. Deal?"

Nicholas' ears shot up. His heart nearly leapt out of his chest.

OH MY GOD, IS THIS HAPPENING?

The girl raised an eyebrow. "You're really that desperate to get rid of him?"

"YES."

Nicholas had never seen a man so emotionally exhausted in his life.

The girl looked back at Nicholas, arms crossed again. "You bite people, though."

Nicholas beamed. "Only the ones who deserve it."

"...Fine. I’ll take him."

Nicholas froze.

Did she just—

OH MY GOD, SHE PICKED ME.

His tail thumped against the bars before he could stop it. "You won't regret this!"

She sighed. "I already do."

Nicholas just grinned. This was the best day of his life.

You stared at the hybrid centre doors—triple-locked, bolted, and possibly blessed by a priest—then turned to Nicholas.

"Okay, explain." You gestured to the absurd celebration that just took place. "Why were they acting like that?"

Nicholas grinned, tail wagging. "Oh, y’know, the usual. I was their favorite."

You gave him a flat look. "That was not the reaction of people losing a favourite. That was the reaction of people winning the lottery."

Nicholas let out a dramatic sigh, adjusting his mysteriously acquired suitcases. "Alright, alright. Tragic backstory time."

You raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

"Picture this," he started, voice lower like he was about to deliver the saddest tale in history. "A young, handsome, charming hybrid, full of life and excitement, enters the world. He is placed in a prestigious hybrid center. Hopeful. Naïve. Ready for his forever home."

"You’re talking about yourself in third person."

"Shh, don’t interrupt the art."

You sighed, crossing your arms.

Nicholas cleared his throat. "And then—the tragedy."

You waited.

"I was adopted," he said, placing a hand over his chest dramatically. "Again. And again. And again. But every single time—they brought me back."

Your expression softened slightly. "...That’s actually really sad."

"Yeah, yeah, I guess," he said, waving a hand. But his tail stopped wagging for a second.

Something about that made your stomach feel… off.

"Why did they return you?" you asked.

Nicholas rolled his eyes. "Because I might have been a little too much for them. Apparently, I was ‘destructive.’ ‘Too energetic.’ ‘Didn’t listen to commands.’ Blah blah blah." He waved a hand. "One guy even called me ‘the embodiment of chaos.’ Like, dude, that’s kind of cool—"

You gave him a look.

He coughed. "Okay, yeah, I did chew his couch into confetti, but in my defense, he had horrible taste in furniture."

You pinched the bridge of your nose. "Nicholas…"

"Hey, relax! It's fine." He grinned, too wide, too quick. "I don’t really think about it anymore."

But then, before you could respond—

His ears twitched. His tail stayed still.

And in a voice so casual it almost sounded like a joke, he said, "Eventually, you might get sick of me too and return me."

Your stomach twisted.

Nicholas, of course, didn’t let it linger.

"ANYWAY," he said, snapping back into his usual self, "you won’t return me, right? Right? You don’t look like a quitter."

You hesitated for a second too long.

He noticed.

For half a second, his expression flickered—something unreadable - something too quick to catch.

But then, like always, he covered it up.

"Pfft, kidding! Kidding. Obviously, you and me? Great team. You won’t get tired of me." He grinned, but this time it didn’t quite reach his eyes. "Buuut if you do, at least let me keep the suitcases. They make me feel fancy."

You frowned.

You weren’t sure what annoyed you more—the fact that he was obviously deflecting or the fact that now you actually felt bad.

This dog was a menace.

A menace with a weirdly sad past.

"...Come on," you sighed, finally turning away. "Let's go home."

Nicholas perked up immediately, tail wagging again as he followed you. "YES. HOME. I can't wait to see my room!—Wait, I get a room, right? If not, I call dibs on the biggest bed."

You sighed and smiled.

You were in so much trouble.

You felt like you were gonna regret this.

But also… you didn’t.

Definitely making a part 2 for this!

I hope y'all enjoyed it 🥹

Likes and rebloggs are appreciated 🩷✨️

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ROTTMNT has been my main fandom for years, and any artist would be lying if they said they never thought about creating an OC with their own little addition to the world of the show. Here's my goobers.

All of my OCs don't effect the official TMNT lore in any way, they're more of entities that just live in their world, and have occasional interactions with the turtles that effect none of their official lore. I love Slick for his lore/story, and Kai for her energy <3

INFO ABOUT THEM:

OLLIE: First of all, the Ollie in this AU is a direct connection to myself, added to this list for fun. This Ollie is less epic version other than the fact she has a human form, unlike other Ollie variants. This character originated from my reach for a kind of comfort through the show and its characters. In terms of relations, she was friends with the turtles first, occasionally spending time with them. Ollie moved from Australia to NYC to live in an apartment with her cousin not far from the TMNT base.

Now onto the ones that actually matter.

KAI: Kai was my first TMNT OC, (the last drawing being an early drawing of her) a bad-ass, kinda insane shark mutant with a bit of a label and consistency phobia, lol. many people say she has Undyne from Undertale vibes and I completely agree. Kai changes her name all the time. You'll never know when her next era will begin. The only names that stick around are her stage name, gang name, and nicknames. Kai being a nickname that she's getting tired of. She found the Mighty Mutanimals quickly after being mutated, that's who she stay with in NYC. She spends a lot of time in the hidden city, she stays with her band there where she mains bass (but can play the drums and guitar flawlessly too). Down in the hidden city is where she indulges in her obsession with all kinds of magic (which 50% of the time doesn't end well.) She is bisexual and intersex, considered trans by some due to her identity as a female. In terms of relations, she doesn't mingle with the TMNT often, only met them through the Mutanimals. Through their team-ups, her and Donnie developed a rivalry that led to becoming closer. SLICK SKINK: Slick Skink is a Blue-tongued lizard/skink mutant and Mondo Gecko's step-brother. He is trans masc and grew up in Australia. He is close to Ollie and is in the Mighty Mutanimals with Kai. And yes he has a bit of facial hair, it's a character design people miss. He started on testosterone when he was 17, supported by the members of the Mighty Mutanimals.

Some backstory: Slick lost his mother when he was 14. His father didn’t accept him as a transgender, but let him do what he wanted which has always been interpreted as his lack of care for his son.  When Slick’s (not his real name at the time ofc) father moved to New York from Australia to be with Jason’s (Mondo Gecko’s) mother,  Slick was forced into this new home, new country, and new life at 16-17. The move was hard, but found that he gets along really well with his new 13-14yo step-brother, Jason. But he quickly discovers that Jason’s mother is also not the best at being accepting. She is manipulative, uncaring, and irresponsible. Jason’s biological father was dumped and arrested after many acts that affected Jason when he was younger.  The two boys — now living together, acted like they’re the only ones they needed. Getting their strength from eachother in their exhausting household, and being the true family they always needed.  The day Jason got mutated, his parents resent him and kicked him out. (Which is true to multiple versions of TMNT Mondo Gecko’s Lore) Slick accepts him, still spending hours with him as he gets his bearings as a mutant gecko, and eventually gets involved with the Mighty Mutanimals. Later, Slick gets mutated into a Blue-tongued lizard, which was the animals that he spent a lot of time with when he was in Australia. Slick leaves home without even showing his new face, and joins his brother in the Mutanimals.