#in the same year and the other only two years later

[atomicami]

make you mine

dbf!cowboy!sevika x fem!reader

- summary: you've always had a longing for your dad's best friend ever since she moved into the ranch next door. however, you've had to keep your feelings to yourself out of fear of rejection and for the sake of their friendship. that is...until one night changes everything.

- content: smut MDNI, porn with plot, wild west au, forbidden love trope, age gap (reader is 21, sevika is 40), old town/ranch setting, sevika has her prosthetic arm, sevika only has a soft spot for reader, drinking & gambling, some harassment & violence (bar fight), gentledom!sev, lots of eye contact, sevika becomes very possessive, reader is shy at first but gets bold later on, use of pet names (sweetheart, darlin' etc), fingering & oral (both giving/receiving bc reader and sevika are a pair of munches), heavy scissoring, a little bit of sub!sev if you squint, and a little bit of aftercare in the end if you squint too

so i wrote this fic to try to cure the massive sevika brainrot that i’ve been having lately but it didn’t work…i still need her

You didn’t mean that much to her…or at least that’s what you had thought.

The feelings were innocent at first. It would begin through a small bit of contact, whether she’d accidentally brush her hand over yours or place her hand on the small of your back when mounting you on one of her horses, you’d end up getting chills down your spine and a small spark would start igniting in your chest. As time passed, it became more prominent. Every time she was near you, that same spark only grew more and more, followed by a tension that lingered between the two of you. You weren’t sure if it was just in your head, and you couldn’t tell if she felt the same way…until now.

It was the night before, and the three of you sat at the dining table having a steak dinner that you cooked up. Earlier that day, Sevika had accompanied you to the meat market to get those steaks. She insisted on paying for them and had already handed the cash to the butcher before you could even pull out your wallet. So to return the favor, you decided to invite her over for dinner.

You’re seated at the table, and before you start eating, you first watch as Sevika and your father take the first bites of their plate, hoping that the steaks turned out okay. “How is it?” you ask them. “I tried out a new seasoning this time.”

“It’s delicious, kiddo,” your dad had said, digging into his plate for another bite. “You always know how to make a mean ribeye.”

Sevika sat across from you, reaching out for her utensils. When she had finally taken a bite, a soft groan came from her as she savored the flavor of it. “Damn, this is good,” she added to your dad’s comment. “I might have to start coming over for dinner more often if you’re gonna be cookin’.”

You giggle at Sevika’s comment and look up at her, watching her go in for the next bite. “M’glad you like it, Sev.” Once you’re satisfied knowing that the food turned out well, you adjust yourself in your chair to start eating. As you do so, your boot ends up lightly brushing over Sevika’s leg, and, in an instant, you bring your feet back to yourself. You hope she didn’t notice your accidental contact, but it was clear that she did.

Sevika froze for a moment when she felt your boot brush up against her leg, and she couldn’t help but blush when you had done so. You hadn’t known just yet, but Sevika would also get that same spark inside her every time you were in her presence. She had never felt this way with anyone to begin with, especially with his best friend’s daughter out of all people. On the contrary, she’s mostly seen you like any other girl in her 20s, too young and naive to take seriously. Sure, you were headstrong, but in her eyes, it only added to your recklessness. That was until one particular night last year, when her feelings took a turn she never expected.

It was the night of your 21st birthday, and for a milestone birthday like that, there was no better way to celebrate than a night of drinks and dancing at the dance hall with your friends. You were too drunk to remember most of the events that night, but Sevika sure didn’t forget.

The night had blurred into a dizzying mess of laughter and alcohol, and by the time you found yourself outside the dance hall, your head was spinning. You fumbled for your phone, dialing Sevika’s number with shaky hands. 

Sevika was fast asleep when her phone rang, cutting through the peacefulness the night was bringing her. She let out a groan when she recognized your number. Groggily, she answered, her voice thick with sleep. “What now?”

“Sevika,” you slurred into the phone. ”I need you to come get me…I’m too drunk…please.”

With a sigh, Sevika got off of her bed and threw on her boots. “Fine, just…hang in there, I’ll be right out.” She wasn’t pleased to be pulled out of bed this late, but she couldn’t be one to leave you stranded out on the streets either.

When she arrived, she didn’t waste any time. With a swift motion, Sevika helped you onto the back of her horse, her grip firm as you clung to her. “Jesus, kid, you’re a mess,” she muttered, her tone laced with impatience.

You leaned against her, your head spinning. “You’re so pretty, Sev,” you mumbled, barely able to keep your eyes open. “Like my knight in shining armor.”

“Yeah, sure,” she replied dryly, but there was a faint tug at the corner of her lips as she kept you steady on her horse.

By the time she got you home, you stumbled to the ground upon entrance. Your giggles were uncontrollable, and you were barely able to get back on your feet. Sevika helped you get back up, but her patience was quickly wearing thin. “Keep it down,” she warned, her voice low. “Or else your dad’s gonna wake up.”

You continued to giggle, still not fully aware of what was going on, and she picked you up and guided you to your bedroom. With a sigh, Sevika helped you sit on the edge of the bed, but before she could leave, you suddenly grabbed her by the collar of her shirt and kissed her.

The kiss caught Sevika by surprise. She froze for a moment, then pulled back, her expression unreadable. She stared at you for a moment before gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Go to sleep,” she said, her voice quieter than usual.

You lazily kick your boots off and lie down in your bed. You snuggle into your blankets, and your eyelids start to grow heavy. “Sevika…stay with me...” you murmured, the tipsiness sinking in as you instantly drifted off to sleep right after.

Sevika hesitated for a moment, her eyes fixed on your sleeping state before she sighed, her usual coldness returning. “Just sleep it off, kid.” she mutters, her voice soft but firm. She left your room, the door clicking shut behind her, leaving you to fall into a peaceful slumber.

As Sevika arrived back home, she couldn’t help but feel an unfamiliar ache in her chest. The events of the night replayed in her mind—your drunken giggles, the kiss, the way you looked in her eyes with trust and affection. She set her stetson hat down on the table and let out a long sigh, realizing that no matter how hard she tried to keep her emotions together, something had shifted. Something she wasn’t sure she was ready to face.

She was starting to catch feelings for you.

Ever since that night, that spark continued to linger inside Sevika when you were around. However, for the sake of your dad, she had to keep herself together and brush it off.

You continue to eat your meal as normal, but you could still feel Sevika’s gaze when you weren’t looking. But every time you look up to see her, she is just concentrated on her plate. But Sevika couldn’t handle keeping her eyes on her plate any longer. 

Sevika called out your name, and you looked up at her, fork still in your mouth. She had her elbow propped up on the table, her human hand holding her fork, which was pointing down at her plate as she spoke. “You doin’ anything tomorrow, by any chance?”

You slowly take your fork out of her mouth and set it down on your plate as you finish chewing. “M’not doing much tomorrow, just my usual chores in the morning, why do you ask?” you reply.

“Well…” Sevika began, trailing off for a bit before continuing. “Was wonderin’ by any chance if you’d like to get drinks tomorrow night? You and me?”

You hesitate for a moment, completely caught off guard by the unexpected invitation. Knowing Sevika, she wasn’t usually the type to hang out with you, especially for something as casual as getting drinks together. Your gaze shifts to your dad, who sits on your right. “As long as it’s okay with my dad, I could go,” you reply.

Sevika turned to look at your dad who was on her left, patiently waiting for his reply. You couldn’t tell, but deep down, Sevika was extremely nervous, not sure of how your father would react to the idea of her asking you out like this. He didn’t think anything of it though, and let it slide. Your dad turned to the two of you. “Well, I guess it won’t be much harm in you two goin’ out for a drink…” He replies.

You smile at your dad’s approval to let you go, leaning in to hug him. “Thanks, Dad,” you tell him, sitting yourself back down. Your dad nods and looks over at Sevika. “I’ll be workin’ late tomorrow though, won’t be back home til’ the early morning. Just make sure to bring her back home safe, all right?” Sevika nods in acknowledgment. “Of course, I’ll make sure she’s back home safe.” She says, giving your dad a reassuring pat on his shoulder.

Once the three of you finished dinner, you gathered up the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen, with a bit of Sevika’s help since she offered. Eventually, Sevika had to head back to her place. Even though she lived close by, it still felt like she was miles away from you.

When Sevika got home, she quickly changed and slipped herself into bed. She tried her best to conceal things, but deep down, she couldn’t get the thought of you off her mind. It frightened her just as much to know that you could end up with someone else who wouldn’t treat you and care for you the same way she did. She wanted you all to herself. She wanted to claim you.

She wanted to make you hers.

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The next day passed like an eternity, but before you knew it, the late afternoon had arrived, and your evening was just about to begin.

You sat in your room by your dresser, finishing the touches on your makeup. You decided to dress in light colors for the night, wearing a lavender halter paired with a white skirt and boots, topped off with a white stetson on your head.

You hear a familiar knock at the door, instantly knowing that it was Sevika. It didn’t take her long to wait, within the first minute you were already downstairs and answering the door. You greet her with a smile, admiring the outfit she had picked out for the night. She was beautifully in contrast with you, wearing a deep purple button-up that complimented her olive skin and gray eyes, accompanied by black jeans and boots and a black stetson framing her short hair.

Sevika couldn’t help but take in how beautiful you looked in your outfit, her eyes scanning you from head to toe as she drank your figure in. “You look stunning,” she said, a small smirk growing on her face. 

You blush at Sevika’s comment, shyly looking down at your boots before looking back up at her. “Thanks, Sev, you don’t look so bad yourself.” You tell her with a giggle as you exit your house and close the door shut, and Sevika can’t help but smile back at you once you tell her how good she looks. She holds out her prosthetic arm and places it on the small of your back, guiding behind you as you two walk out of the porch together. You look up ahead in your tracks to see her horse awaiting your arrival, and Sevika whistles behind you to get his attention. Her black stallion trots over to the two of you, and Sevika first assists with mounting you onto him before mounting herself. You scooch closer to her and wrap your arms around her to secure yourself. Your hands clutch her abdomen tightly, and you could’ve sworn you felt her stomach flip when you did so. Once Sevika made sure you were secured onto her, she lightly tapped her heel on the horse’s side, signaling it to move forward.

It didn’t take long for the two of you to get to the bar, about fifteen minutes or so. Once you arrived, you let go of Sevika so she could dismount from her horse and tie him to the nearest post, securing her spot before coming over and helping you get off of him, her hands never leaving your waist until you safely stepped onto the ground. Sevika felt her heart beat faster when she did so. Just the feeling of your waist under her hands was enough to drive her crazy. As for you, you couldn’t help but get a fuzzy feeling in your body when she grabbed your waist, leading you to gently rub your thighs under your skirt to diminish that feeling somehow.

Sevika walked through the batwing doors of the bar with you following behind her, the heavy scent of whiskey and tobacco hanging in the air once you stepped foot. The low murmurs of conversing patrons mix with the clink of glasses and the shuffling of boots on the wooden floor. The piano plays a slow and steady tune, making the atmosphere of the bar feel timeless.

Sevika skims around the bar when suddenly a voice calls her over. “Hey Sev! Care for a round?” the man says with a challenging smirk, holding a deck of cards in his hand. Sevika smirks back at him, taking up the offer. “Oh, you’re on,” she tells him. She was about to head to her poker group but stopped for a moment and turned to you. “Mind grabbing us drinks? You can put it on my tab, my treat.” She tells you with a wink.

You nod with a smile as you signal Sevika off to go to the poker table. The table of men cheered for her when she arrived, patting her heavily on her shoulders before they started the game. Once she’s sat, you head to the bar to order the drinks. The bartender hands you the beers within a few minutes, and you go to the poker table to sit down next to Sevika. She keeps you close by your side as she plays the game with her group.

The both of you go through the first round of drinks pretty fast. Once both of your glasses are empty, you tap Sevika’s shoulder to get her attention. “I’m gonna get another drink, do you want one?” I ask her, pointing at her empty glass. Sevika looks over at you and nods. “Yes, please,” she says, handing you her empty glass. Her eyes move over to her deck of cards and back up to her group. “In fact…” she trails off, sliding her winning cards to the middle of the table. “Get us all another round, on me!” she says as she brings her chips over to her side of the table. The men cheer for her, and a few of them groan as they have lost the game. You smile at her excitement over her win. “All right then, I’ll be back,” you say, getting up from the table and making your way back over to the bar to order the next round. Sevika’s gaze didn’t leave you once you did, and she kept herself close enough to where you were in a line of her sight the whole time.

You look over at Sevika and flash her a smile before turning back, awaiting the next round of drinks. The peace didn’t last long, though, when suddenly a man enters the bar and makes the decision to sit uncomfortably close to you. “Hey there, little lady,” he calls out to you. “You here by yourself?” An uneasy feeling washes over Sevika when she saw the man approach you, not liking the fact that he was invading your space like that. She makes sure to keep an eye on him from the table, her eyes focused on you as she continues playing her game.

You scoot away from him, signaling that you’re not interested in him. “No, I’m with someone.” You tell him, cocking your head to the side and pointing over at Sevika. The man barely glances back at her and rolls his eyes, not even seeing her as a possible threat. “Well, you’re by yourself over here, aren’t ya? Think you could use some company…” The man then places a hand on your bare knee, and it leads you to pull your knee away from him. “No, thank you, m’not interested.” you reply.

Sevika’s eyes stay glued to the man and his movements. She knew you could take care of yourself, but the thought of you being close to such a sleazy guy like him made her blood boil. It took everything within her to compose herself, keeping her cool as she remained seated at the poker table.

Things begin to heat up a bit, and your voice starts to rise. “I already told you, sir, m’not interested.” You get off the bar stool, and he does the same. He corners you against the wall, and a sick feeling starts to grow in your stomach. “C’mon, little lady, I can show you a real good time.” He continues to push through you, and before you can say no, his hand trails up your skirt and squeezes your ass, which causes you to raise your hand and slap him across the face in an instant motion. “I fucking said no, asshole!” you shout back at him.

That was the last straw for Sevika. She couldn’t take it anymore. Her entire body shook from rage and anger from what she had just seen. Instantly, she rises from her seat and slams her fist down onto the table, causing the chips and cards to shake from the force. She makes her way over to the both of you, shoving the guy onto the ground and standing right in front of him, the scene causing the bar to go silent. “Didn’t your dad ever teach you how to respect a lady, boy?” she said sternly, narrowing her eyes down at him. “She already told you, she’s not interested.”

The man glares menacingly up at Sevika as he spat on the ground. “You want something, old hag?” He said back, his tone laced with venom as he looked her up and down. Sevika huffs out of her nose and clenches her metal fist in anger, feeling her rage boil even more at his comment. She takes another step forward at him. “Leave, or I will make you.” She growled out, her stance growing into a fighting position. You stay silent as you keep yourself behind Sevika. The guy gets up from the ground and faces her. “Y’know what?” he says. “It’s fine…didn’t even care about bringing that little bitch home with me anyways.” he spits back referring to you.

Sevika couldn’t stand hearing him insulting you like this, but she needed a good enough excuse to deck him in the face, and she wasn’t gonna take up any more of the disrespect that man was giving you. Without a second thought, her fist flies into his face, knocking some of his teeth clean out as he stumbled back onto the ground. She grabs the man by the collar of his shirt and brings him up to her level. “Fucking mess with my girl again, and you might not make the next hit I give you.” she growls at him before letting him go and shoving him back to the ground.

You look at Sevika in pure shock at what she has done. Now, you weren’t in shock about what she had done to the man; he deserved it. You were more in shock about what she had called you.

“My girl.”

“My girl, my girl, my girl…” Her words repeat in your head like a broken record player. Never in your life, never in the years that you had developed these growing feelings for Sevika, had you expected those words to come out of her mouth.

You snap out of your thoughts as you see the man getting up off the ground and admitting defeat. He scurries out of the bar without a second thought, leaving Sevika standing there as she huffed and caught her breath. She kept her eyes on the doors for a moment in case he tried to come back before finally calming down. She let out a deep breath and turned back to look at you. She had this somewhat fearful look in her eyes, and you knew what it was. She feared that you might have heard the words that slipped from her mouth at that moment. You needed to tell her about it, the curiosity was starting to consume you, but now was not the time or place to talk about that.

You quickly shook your head, pretending to be unaware of it for now. You look around the bar to see that everyone is still silent, still staring at the two of you. “Show’s over!” you exclaim, and everyone goes back to their usual business. “Sevika…are you okay?” you say, approaching closer to her as you check both her human and metal fists for any bruises or dents. 

Sevika could feel her heart flutter when you took her hands into yours, goosebumps erupting on her arm when your soft palms touched her calloused human hand. “Yeah, I’m okay,” she replied, her voice going soft as she looked down at your hands inspecting her own. “I’m more worried about you, though. You ain’t hurt or nothin’?” She asked, looking down at you with concern. You shake your head in response, setting her hands back down at her sides. “No, he just grabbed me, that’s all,” you tell her. She lets out a breath of relief at your response, knowing that you weren’t hurt. After making sure the guy wasn’t around anymore, the two of you decided that it was time to call it a night and head back home instead. “C’mon, let’s start heading out.” She said, putting a hand on your waist as you both exited the bar. 

The ride back was oddly peaceful, to say the least. There wasn’t much to be said at the moment since Sevika had saved you, and you both enjoyed the quiet more than usual as you both took the scenery of the sun setting around you, too. Your hands stayed secure on Sevika’s waist as she rode her horse, and your head rested on her back. You felt so safe around her that your body felt the need to briefly go to rest at that moment. 

The horse came to a stop once you both got back to your father’s ranch, and Sevika noticed that your arms weren’t moving and the grip you had on her waist was more relaxed. She slowly twists herself around to see that you had dozed off behind her during the ride back home. She gently shakes your shoulder to wake you back up, and her insides melt as you slowly regain consciousness. “Hey there, we’re back at your place now,” she says to you softly. “Let me help you get down, darlin’.” 

Sevika moves her hands down from her horse’s reins to your waist, gently lifting you off of the horse before letting you back down onto the ground. She dismounts herself right after, and you gently rub your eyes to fully wake yourself up before looking back up at her. “Thank you again for doing that at the bar, Sev…I really appreciate it.” It made her happy to know that you appreciated her help, but in her mind, it felt like the natural thing to do. “Of course, sweetheart. I couldn’t stand seein’ you be bothered by some creep like him.” She said with a soft grin, looking down at you. “Lemme walk you inside, yeah? S’getting pretty late now.”

You follow by her side as the two of you approach the front door and unlock it, letting yourself inside before Sevika lets herself in behind you and closes the door shut. The house was the same as you had left it, meaning that your dad still wasn’t home yet. This gave you the perfect time to ask Sevika about what she said at the bar. Part of you didn’t want to bring it up, but you couldn’t help it. You needed to know what she meant. “Hey Sev,” you turn around to face her. “Can I ask you something?”

Sevika stood at the doorway for a moment before turning around to face you. “Of course, what is it?” she asked.

You shyly look down at the ground, fumbling with your hands as you try to muster up the courage to ask her this. “At the bar…after you beat up that guy, you…you said something, or, well, called me something to be exact.” You paused for a moment before continuing. “You…you called me your girl…What did you mean by that?”

As soon as you had brought up what she said at the bar, Sevika could start to feel her heart beat out of her chest. She hadn’t intended to say it in the first place; it just slipped in the moment. However, she got caught by you, and she knew she had to explain herself before any misunderstanding occurred. “I…” She started, not knowing what to say. Sevika gulped and brought her gaze to the ground, trying to compose some sort of reply.

It was clear that you had caught her in a vulnerable position by asking her this. You’ve never seen her get like this at all before, but you didn’t want to make her more uncomfortable, so you try to shake off the situation. “It’s okay, Sevika, you don’t have to talk ‘bout it if you don’t want to.” You tell her calmly. “‘Was just curious, that’s all.”

Sevika felt her heart drop for a moment when you told her this. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to say it, she just didn’t know how to tell you. She feared that this could go downhill. But she had to do it. This was her chance; this was the opportunity for her to be honest with you, and she couldn’t keep holding it off anymore. “No, no, I-I can explain,” She insists, reaching her human hand out to take one of yours. You gently grab her hand and bring her over to the couch so she can feel comfortable talking to you. “S’okay Sev, what is it?” you ask her as you sit down right next to her. She didn’t know it, but your heart was beating just as fast as hers was. You were praying to yourself that she’d feel the same way that you did.

Sevika took a deep breath as she prepared herself to share what was going through her mind. She mentally prepared herself for any reaction you had given her, whether it could be anger, disgust, or just any sign of rejection. But she was also hoping that maybe, just maybe, you’d feel the same way that she did. 

“I’ve had my eye on you for a while now, sweetheart, I can’t deny it anymore…” She pauses for a moment before continuing. “Somewhere along the way, I started growin’ some feelings for you in a way I didn’t expect…I…I started falling in love with you.”

Your eyes widened at Sevika’s confession, and you could hear your heart beating faster once she let those words out. However, you give her a look of uncertainty; part of you is still finding it hard to fully believe it. “Sevika…do you really mean that?” you ask her, to which Sevika slowly nods in confirmation and gently squeezes your hand in reassurance. “I mean it, sweetheart, every single damn word.” She said, locking her eyes with yours.

There’s another pause before you gather the courage to ask. “When did you realize it?”

Sevika’s gaze softened, her thumb gently brushing over your knuckles. “That night…your birthday,” she admitted quietly. “When I brought you home, and you kissed me, it was like somethin’ clicked. Couldn’t stop thinkin’ about you after that.” She paused, her voice growing a bit more vulnerable. “But I think, deep down, I’ve been feelin’ it for a long time before then—I just didn’t have the strength to admit it.”

Sevika’s words made your heart skip a beat, but another detail had left you flustered. “Wait…” you stammered, heat rushing to your cheeks. “I kissed you?” You stared at her, trying to recollect your memory from that night.

Sevika chuckled softly, her lips curving into a small smile. “You don’t remember?” she asked, tilting her head slightly. “Guess you were really wasted that night. But yeah, you kissed me—caught me off guard, too.”

Your hands trembled inside hers, the weight of her confession and your embarrassment pushing down on you. You shyly lowered your gaze to the ground. “Sevika, I…I didn’t think you felt the same way,” you admitted quietly. “I’ve caught feelings for so long, but I was afraid to say anything, ‘cause I thought you’d push me away—“

Sevika didn’t want to hear the rest of it. Instead, she places her human hand behind your neck and pulls you in for a tender kiss, cutting you off mid-sentence. You let out a gasp as Sevika locks your lips with hers, and you melt into it instantly. Sevika pulls away for a moment, still keeping her lips near yours. “I could never push away a girl like you, sweetheart,” she whispers and brings you back in for another kiss, your heart fluttering with pure joy at her words. The two of you stay like this for a moment, relishing the feeling of Sevika’s soft lips against yours. However, the mere thought of your father finding out about you and Sevika—his lifelong best friend—starts to hit you like a rock, and you slowly pull away from her. “But Sev, what ‘bout my dad?” You ask her. “You know how protective he is of me…he’ll kill you if he finds out…”

It was hard for Sevika not to feel her heart sink as you brought up the topic of your father finding out. The two of you know that it’ll happen at some point, no matter how hard you both try to be discreet about it. It gave her an uneasy feeling, but it wasn’t something that she wanted to be thinking about right now, and frankly, neither did you.

“I know, sweetheart, but don’t worry about that now,” she said softly. “We’ll figure it out when the time comes. M’not going anywhere, okay? I’m willing to take that risk for whatever happens, as long as I get to make you mine.”

Her words eased the knot that formed in your chest, even if it was just for a little. For now, that reassurance was enough for you. You lean into her and give her another kiss. “Least for now,’ you mutter out to her. “I don’t want him knowin’ yet.” Despite that you had to get serious about keeping your dad from finding out, there was just something about keeping Sevika a secret that you found so…thrilling.

Sevika slowly deepened the kiss, her hands finding themselves on your waist as she shifted you over and straddled you onto her lap, pressing herself closer to you as she took in as much of your scent as she could. She slowly ran her tongue across your lower lip, asking for permission. Your lips part open, and her tongue enters your mouth. Her hands begin to roam up and down your body, and they make a brief stop at your hips. She gently squeezes them to bring you closer to her, causing you to gasp into her mouth. The two of you could feel each other growing needy with each passing second, and you were about to be the one who was bound to submit first.

You pull your mouth away from Sevika for a moment, just to catch a breath and look into her eyes. You brace yourself for what you’re about to ask her next. “My…my dad’s still not home yet...we can take things upstairs if you’d like…” You tell her, playing with the collar of her shirt.

There was no further explanation needed after that. Sevika wanted you, and you wanted her— there was no need to deny it or hide from it anymore. Sevika stands up from the couch, and you wrap your legs around her waist, not wanting to get yourself off of her as the both of you head upstairs to your bedroom.

Sevika enters your bedroom and slowly sets you down on your bed, looking down at you with a look of desire in her eyes as you sink into the bedsheets. Your stetson falls off your head once it hits the bed, so you toss it out of the way as Sevika gets your boots off before doing the same with hers. She’s quick to get on top of you, her broad figure towering over your frame, and the brim of her stetson brushes over your forehead. As you did with yours, you take it off of her head and toss it aside, giving you the space you need to lean into her for another kiss. Once her lips reunited with yours, Sevika gently slipped her thigh between yours while also taking your left leg into her human hand and pulling it up on her hip as she deepened the kiss. Her knee begins to push up against your clothed cunt, and you let out a soft moan, causing you to part your mouth away from hers and tilt your head back against the pillow. This gave Sevika the chance to lean in and let her lips fall onto your neck, savoring every sound that elicited from your mouth as she left a trail of wet marks on your skin. 

The feeling of Sevika’s soft, warm lips pressing against your neck was a feeling that your body couldn’t resist. You begin to squirm under her, and you try to rub your thighs against each other for some relief. This didn’t go unnoticed by Sevika. She quickly realized what you were trying to do. She let her body lean against yours and brought her mouth up to your ear. “Do you need somethin’, sweetheart?” She purrs,  to which you nod quickly in response.

“Words, baby.” she says sternly.

You take a deep breath as you try to get the words out of your mouth. “Yes, Sev…I need you…” You whisper back to her.

Sevika let out a soft hum of approval when you said what she needed to hear, and at that point, she wasn’t going to hold herself back anymore. “Good girl,” she mutters, pushing her thigh harder against you once more. You let out another gasp, praying that Sevika didn’t feel the wetness pooling in your underwear. “I’m gonna make you feel so good, okay?” You start to feel drunk from her touch, trying to muster up another response. “I-I need you to make me feel good, Sev…need you to make me yours…”

With that, Sevika brings her human hand down and her fingers gently trace along the outer edge of your underwear before letting them go south, smirking as she feels the thin fabric start to get wet. Her fingers gently push your panties to the side and begin to give your pussy the attention it’s been needing. “Goodness, you’re so wet, darlin’…is this all for me?” she asks, looking up at you. You nod quickly in response. “Yes, Sev…s’all for you…”  You get desperate for more contact, so as Sevika’s fingertips continue to run through your folds, you reach your hand under your shirt and trail it up to your breast, gently squeezing it.

Sevika’s eyes darkened at the sight of you. It was taking everything in her to not just take you already. The soft gasps, the pretty noises, the sight of your body, the wet sensation of your needy pussy…it was all so perfect. Sevika began to slowly slide one of her thick fingers into your pussy, and you let out a groan as you grind yourself against her, feeling so content with having a part of her inside of you. However, it didn’t feel like enough just yet. You craved more of her, so you decided to pull an unthinkable move. 

Instead of letting Sevika continue, you bring your other hand down to hers and pull her finger out of you. You then bring it up to her lips so she can get a taste of your arousal. You watch as her lips slowly part themselves open, and she sucks on her finger, the taste of you sending a shiver down her spine. Sevika let out a groan of satisfaction before pulling her finger out of her mouth. “Goodness, darlin’…you even taste perfect.” She whispered out to you, leaning down to kiss you deeply. You moan into Sevika’s mouth as a result, tasting your own arousal in the process. You then pull yourself away from her to look into her eyes. “It’s all for you, Sevika…only you.”

A smirk begins to grow on Sevika’s face. She liked what she was hearing. “Hm, all mine, you say? I sure like the sound of that…” she says, her tone almost teasing. Her lips make their way back to your neck, kissing it once more.

“Do you like it when you’re mine, sweetheart?” she mutters as her lips continue to leave new marks against your skin. “Do you like it when I take you apart like this and claim you as my own?”

You nod quickly in response, only to be startled by a sudden harsh squeeze of her prosthetic hand on your hip. “Words, baby. Need to hear you say it.”

“Mmm—yes, Sevika…” you gasp out. “Wanna be yours, only yours.”

“Now that’s more like it.” 

As Sevika continued to kiss down your chest, you allowed yourself to untie the neck of your top and slide it off of yourself, fully exposing your breasts to her. Sevika pulls away and lets her hungry eyes linger over your chest and torso, viewing the areas of your skin as a blank canvas for her to mark her territory with her lips. She brings her mouth down to your breast and begins to gently suck on the soft flesh, causing a moan to escape from your mouth as a result. She smirks against your skin, then brings her lips to your nipple and takes it into her mouth, humming as she feels it quickly harden under her lips. She continues to take her time with you like this, going down your torso mark by mark until she briefly stops at the hem of your skirt. “Lift your hips for me, sweetheart,” she instructs you.

You oblige to her and lift your hips, opening space for her to slide her hands under you and pull your skirt and underwear down in one fluid motion. You’re now completely exposed under her, like a deer in the headlights, and you can’t help but impulsively close your thighs shut in embarrassment once you notice how wet you were for her. Sevika chuckled over how shy you got for her, and she planted a soft kiss above your knee as she looked up at you. “C’mon, sweetheart…don’t get all shy with me now…” she mutters out quietly, gently rubbing your knees in encouragement.

Sevika gently shifts herself down on the bed and lies down on her stomach, settling herself between your closed legs. She moves closer to you, and her hands go down from your knees to your shins. “Open up for me, baby…” she pleads to you. “I promise I’ll take real good care of you, darlin’… but you have to let me in.”

You can’t help but give in to her words, and you slowly spread your legs out, exposing your soaking cunt to the older woman. Sevika could feel her mouth water at the sight, and she was desperate to get a taste of it. “Such a pretty pussy, baby…” she mutters out. “So nice ’n wet for me…gonna fuck you so so good.” She leans into you and begins to gently lap her tongue through your folds, collecting your arousal on her tastebuds. Sevika let a soft growl escape her mouth as she tasted you, her grip on your thighs tightening as she felt her own body react to the sounds you were making. 

“Oh, God…” you gasp out at the sensation, your gaze peering down at Sevika, and she can’t help but chuckle again at your initial reaction as she spreads your thighs out further to get more space. “God ain’t here to help you now, baby, just me.” she says, licking another stripe up your folds. “It’s ironic, though, seein’ as how your wet little pussy is the closest thing to heaven that I could ever get a taste of.” She dives her head back into your pussy for more, but her eyes remain fixed on you as she wants to catch every one of your reactions to her memory. She didn’t want to miss a single thing.

Sevika runs her hands down the back of your thighs and fully lifts your legs up, folding your knees up to your chest so she can get a better view of your pussy. You whimper at the vulnerable position that she puts you in, and you can’t help but tilt your head to the side and cover your face with the back of your hand in an effort to shield yourself. Sevika notices this and instantly takes her mouth off. “Uh-uh, no hiding,” She muttered in between her movements. She brings her metal hand up to yours and moves it away from your face.

“No hiding that pretty face of yours. If you want me to take apart this needy little pussy, you’re gonna let me hear every sound you make, got it? I want to see and hear all of you.” 

You whimper at her words, nodding quickly as you oblige to look at her. “That’s better…” she mutters, bringing her head back down to continue lapping at your cunt. More moans and whimpers continue to leave your mouth as Sevika keeps licking and sucking all of the wet and sensitive areas of your pussy. Without warning, as a sign of eagerness, she slides two of her fingers inside, and you let out a loud groan of satisfaction as she fills you. “Mm, you like that, needy girl? You like it when I fill you up like this?”  she growls lowly at you, keeping her gaze focused on you. She couldn’t take her eyes off of you—not even for a second. Sevika had to watch every single expression that you would make to know that you felt satisfied with the way she was touching you.

Without a second thought, Sevika gently slides a third finger into your pussy, and the reaction she gets out of you is priceless. Your jaw drops down, and your eyes roll back in pleasure when she begins to curl her fingers inside of you at a painfully slow pace. She leans into you and wraps her lips onto your throbbing clit, giving it the attention it needs. It didn’t take long for her to increase the speed of her fingers, instantly hitting all of the right spots for you to get close. “Oh fuck, Sev! Right there!” You call out to her, your hands gripping the sheets to keep yourself steady as she continues to ram her fingers inside your tight walls.

“You’re such a good girl f’me, lettin’ me hear all of you like that.” Sevika mutters from between your thighs. Her pace goes even faster this time, her hand being so strong that you could feel your whole torso shift back and forth on the bed. Your pussy begins to clench around her fingers, practically sucking them in you and taking them in all to yourself as you start to get close. “S-Sevika, please don’t stop…m’so close.”

“C’mon, sweetheart, cum for me…” Sevika’s fingers never stop moving, and she doesn’t take her eyes off of you as she is desperate to see the look on your face for when you cum undone onto her fingers. Your pussy starts to spasm around her, and the coil in your stomach begins to get tighter and tighter as you reach your peak. However, that building sensation felt a little different than usual. “S-Sevika, baby, wait,” You try to warn her. “I-I think I’m gonna—“

But it was too late. You couldn’t even finish your sentence as a loud moan of her name replaced it instead. Your jaw drops again, and your vision goes white as an obscene amount of your release squirts out of your pussy without warning, completely soaking Sevika’s face, fingers, and your bedsheets.

Sevika watched in awe as the beautiful sight of your orgasm unfolded right in front of her, never once letting her fingers slow down until you were thoroughly done with your release. Then, slowly, she eased her fingers out of you before lifting her head and licking them clean. Her eyes close for a moment as she savors the sweet and salty taste of your cum on her fingers. “My god, darlin’, you taste so damn good.” she mutters under her breath.

Her eyes blink back open and fix back on you as you recover from your high. Your eyes were fluttered shut, your head was tilted back against the pillow, and your breathing was evening itself out. After a few moments, you blink your eyes back open and bring yourself down to see Sevika still lying in between her legs. Her face and the collar of her shirt were soaked in your release, and you looked down to see the mess you created on your bedsheets. “Oh my god…” you gasp out. Your cheeks start to flush in embarrassment, and your trembling thighs close shut once again. A smirk spread across Sevika’s lips over how flustered you were getting. “Never done that before now, have you?” she asked. Your gaze shifts to the side, and you shake your head. Sevika brings her human hand up to your cheek, tilting your head back to her. “That…” she pauses, leaning in to kiss you. “Was the hottest damn thing I’ve ever seen.” She kisses you again and leans into your ear. “No one else gets to make you feel like this. No one else gets to fuck this pussy like I do. You’re all mine now, sweetheart. Mine and only mine.” 

“M’all yours, Sev…” you assure her. You’d hate to admit it, but the way that Sevika got possessive towards you turned you on in a way that you couldn’t explain. However, you couldn’t help but test out if she’d really feel the same way with you. You tilt your head and lean into her. “In that case…does that mean you’re mine too?”

Oh, now Sevika was intrigued. She gently pulled her head back, looking back at you directly. “That a challenge now? You gonna be possessive over me?” she purrs at you, her eyes still locked onto yours. “You’re playing a dangerous game there, sweetheart,” she warns. “And you might get yourself in trouble.”

“Trouble?” you say in mock innocence, clutching your hand over your chest as if you had been threatened by her. “No no no, m’not looking for that. I was simply just wonderin’ if now…” You pause for a moment, moving your head from Sevika’s ear to her neck to gently plant kisses of your own onto her skin. “…if now, I could return the favor.”

Sevika lets a low chuckle escape her, and her eyes flutter shut for a moment just to feel the sensation of your lips against her skin. Her smirk remains on her face, though, still keeping her tough persona on you as she refuses to submit. “Hmm”, she muttered, the tone in her voice laced with amusement. “You think just ‘cause you want it you can get it that easy? You seem to be getting ahead of yourself, sweetheart.”

Your uncertain look shifts into a pout, and Sevika can’t help but chuckle at you. “Ahead of myself? You think just ‘cause you can claim me, I can’t do the same?”

Without thinking twice, you shift away from Sevika and sit up on the bed. You hook your fingers onto the belt loops of her jeans and switch places so she’s now lying down. You go around her and wrap your legs around her torso, keeping you under her grip. You then grab her by the collar of her shirt and pull her towards you, locking your lips with hers in a deep kiss. She lets out a low moan against your lips and wraps an arm around you, her human hand reaching down to grab your ass tightly and keeping you pressed against her. You pull away from her after a moment, and your mouth starts to travel from her lips to her jaw, beginning to mark your territory on Sevika’s tanned skin by planting wet marks of your own.

Sevika let out a low whine as she felt every mark that your lips left behind, and her hand on your ass tightened as you kept going, squeezing your soft flesh between her fingers. “I thought you were gonna be treating me right, huh?” She teases with a smirk, feeling her body start to warm up as her hand moves up to your waist. You simply smirk against her skin, not stopping your movements. “M’just getting started, Sev…” Your hands trail up to the collar of her shirt, fingers meeting together at the first button. The first button pops open under your touch, and you make your way down to the hem until Sevika briefly lifts herself up to fully slide it off her shoulders and toss it to the ground. 

With your legs still wrapped around her, you sit yourself up to admire the sight of her exposed self beneath you. Your eyes trail down from her neck to her breasts, watching in awe over how large and beautiful they were. You trail your hands up and give them a gentle squeeze, watching how her soft flesh seeps through your fingers and feeling her nipples instantly harden under your palms.

A satisfied groan elicits from Sevika’s mouth as she begins melting into your touch. It was almost as if her own body was betraying her and submitting to you. But she couldn’t allow herself to give in like this so easily. “You’re mine,” she reminds you, lifting her hand and lightly running it over your thigh. “You keep touching me like this, and m’not gonna be able to hold back anymore. You sure you’re ready for that, sweetheart?”

A smirk grows on your face, and you lean back down to her level and bring her in for a kiss. “Then don’t hold back, Sevika,” you whisper to her. “You’re mine too, you know… and I’m ready for whatever comes next.”

With that, you continue to mark up the rest of Sevika’s body, your lips making the route south past her breasts and her abdomen, until they make a stop at the waistband of her jeans. Your lips part from her skin, and you begin to undo the belt buckle of her jeans, desperate to get them off of her. Sevika watched with growing desperation as you did so, and as soon as she heard the buckle come undone, she lifted up her hips and slid her jeans and boxers off of her thighs, letting you get rid of them completely.

You kneel back on the heels of your feet as Sevika opens up for you, and the sight of her was fucking glorious. Her brown, puffy folds perfectly framed her cunt which was completely shining with her arousal, and you could just visibly see the movements of her clit throbbing with desperation. Her pussy exhibited a kind of desire that only you could fix.

And so you immediately put yourself to work. You shift down on the bed and lie down on your stomach, your face now being settled in between Sevika’s thighs. With no hesitation, you dive right into her and lick a stripe up her pussy, your eyes closing in pure bliss at the addicting taste of her. 

Sevika lowly moaned your name once your tongue came into contact with her pussy, already so immersed in the pleasure that she didn’t even notice that her hand had tangled its fingers into your hair, holding you tightly against her. “Oh fuck, darlin’…you’re so good at this…” she praises.

Your eyes blink themselves open, briefly falling out of your trance as you look up at Sevika with the purest and most innocent look in your eyes as you meet her heavy ones. Sevika can’t help but slightly lift your face off of her pussy for a moment just to see the full look of you with her arousal now dripping from your lips, smirking as she does so. “Don’t give me that look now, sweetheart. You know exactly what you’re doing.”

Her teasing spurs you on, and you lean back into her pussy and continue to lap your tongue up her folds as she continues talking. “Wonder what your dad might think…his sweet girl submitting down to me like this…I bet he’d lose his damn mind if—oh fuck—“ She cuts herself off with a low groan as you insert a finger into her pussy, her nails digging into her scalp as she jerks her hips into your face.

“A-ah—“ you let out a groan against her pussy, and your eyes close shut again, fully immersed in the feeling of having Sevika’s hands in your hair while devouring her pussy. You quickly add in a second finger, and your lips travel up to suck her throbbing clit, causing Sevika to shut her eyes and arch herself further into your face, moaning and pleading you to keep going. “Fuck, oh god, sweetheart…k-keep going…”

Your tongue lays flat on her clit as it shifts up and down, and your fingers start to curl back and forth inside of her, instantly hitting all the right spots as you give her pussy all the attention it needs. Your movements catch Sevika completely off guard, her eyes flying open as she watches you devour her. “Oh fuck, right there! Right fuckin’ there…” she groans out, the wave of pleasure starting to rise in her as you begin to go faster.

It didn’t take long for Sevika to get close, and you could tell she was by the way her pussy began to clench and contract around your fingers. “God damn, darlin’, don’t fuckin’ stop…m’so close…” she pleads out to you. It was almost as if Sevika had no control over her pleasure anymore and became reliant on you to make her finish, and that’s exactly what you were going to do.

Sevika’s body begins to convulse, and you quickly lift your mouth off of her clit and replace it with your thumb, quickly rubbing it in circular motions as your eyes stay fixed on her, impatiently waiting to see the look on her face for when she comes undone. Sevika’s moans grow louder, quickly turning into cries of pleasure until she reaches her peak and cums with a final cry of your name as her eyes roll to the back of her head. Her pussy squeezes a few more times until your fingers are met with the warmth of her release, creaming them from your fingertips down to your knuckles. It was truly the most beautiful sight you have seen and felt.

As Sevika comes down from her high, she finds herself unable to say anything or even get a full breath until your fingers slow down and withdraw from her completely. Her eyes then flutter back open to see you sucking your fingers clean and savoring the salty taste of her release on your tastebuds. “My god, sweetheart…you can’t even imagine what you just did to me…” Sevika managed to say, lifting her metal hand to hold the side of your face. You lean into the palm of her prosthetic as it cups your cheek, and you pull your fingers out of your mouth once they were clean so you could speak. “I told you I can claim you just as good.” you say with a giggle.

Sevika let out a sharp exhale as she took in the sight of you. “I sure see that now…” she then slowly sits herself up, a smirk beginning to rise on her face as she leans in to kiss you, briefly tasting her release on your lips before pulling away. “Think you got another one in you, darlin’?”

Your eyes remain on hers when she asks you that, an eyebrow raising up as curiosity begins to pique your interest. “Depends if I can handle it, baby… What do you have in mind?”

Sevika lets out a chuckle as her metal hand moves to your chin and pulls you in for a deeper kiss. “For starters, how about we trade places, yeah?” she coos out, her hand sliding down from your chin to your waist, slowly rolling you over so you’re back to lying down on your bed with her hovering over you. She then leans back on the heels of her feet to grab onto each of your legs and she spreads them as far open as possible. To no surprise, you were completely wet for her again, as if she hadn’t even touched you at all. 

Sevika lets out a low groan at the sight of you, completely helpless and vulnerable under her grasp. “Mmm, you look so pretty like this, sweetheart…” she purrs out, her eyes never leaving your lower half. As she takes in the sight, Sevika lets a small smirk rise to her face as she leans down closer to your pussy, her grip remaining firm on your legs. “Such a pretty little thing…and so wet for me again already…it’s like she’s crying for more of me.” She continues, shifting her face closer.

“Mmm, Sev…again…” you whine out to her, then let out a soft moan as you feel that familiar tongue of hers lick a new stripe through your folds, followed by a hum of satisfaction coming from her. You had fully given yourself the expectation that Sevika would use her mouth and fingers on you again, but that wouldn’t be the case this time.

Sevika lifts her head back up and takes a second to admire how you looked under her; with your legs spread out under her tight grip and your soaked pussy clenching around nothing as a desperate sign to be filled up. She silently cursed herself for not wearing her strap tonight. She would’ve loved to see the beautiful sight of you being split open by her cock, thrusting into your pussy relentlessly until you’re shaking and coating her length with your release. However, she also wasn’t going to end the night abruptly and miss out on the opportunity to fuck you again, so she had to improvise.

With that, Sevika opens her own legs while keeping her grip on yours. She then hovers over you and presses her pussy right on top of yours, causing you to let out a gasp at the newfound feeling. The way that Sevika’s pussy fit perfectly against yours like that—the way her folds meshed on top of yours as if it were the missing piece of a puzzle—felt so satisfying to you.

Sevika lets out a moan once her cunt came into contact with yours, eyes fixed on the sight of it before she looks back up at you. “You feel that, sweetheart? Feel how good we fit together?” she muses out before pressing down even more and grinding up against you. “It’s like you were made for me, darlin’…Every part of you fits me right where it belongs.” As she felt how addicting it was to rub up against you, Sevika found herself closing her eyes and letting out more soft sounds of pleasure as she continued to slowly grind her pussy over yours. Your body gives the same reaction, your eyes fluttering themselves shut and your head slowly tilting back against the pillow, moaning at the sensation. “S-Sev, my God—you feel amazing…”

Without stopping her slow movements, Sevika slides her prosthetic hand under your head and gently tilts it up, leading you to open your eyes and look at her. You were so in awe of how she looked, how she sounded, and most of all, how she felt against you. It felt like you were in a fever dream. You were completely drunk on her, and she knew it. She loved it.

“S-Sev…” you gasp out, taking a second to catch your breath. “D-Don’t stop—ah!” 

Sevika brushes her clit over yours, causing you to cut off your sentence with a cry of pleasure. Your head throws back against her hand, and your body arches itself further into her pussy. Sevika lets out another low groan on her end, and her hand sets your head back onto the pillow and trails downwards to press down on your lower stomach. “You’re doing so good for me, sweetheart,” she murmurs, increasing the pace of her grinding. “You just keep making those sounds for me—ah—you sound so pretty baby…”

You start to whine under her as your gaze drops down to where you and Sevika were connected, and you can’t help but weakly grind against her, desperate to chase that stimulation again. Sevika looks down on you and smirks. She could tell you were trying to ask her something. “What is it, darlin’? You wanna feel that again?” 

Sevika felt no reason to ask again or to hear an answer from you. She fulfills your need as she brings her hand down to your pussy and lifts the hood with her thumb to expose your clit to her. She then adjusts herself upwards so her clit can stay directly pressed onto yours. “There you go, sweetheart…” she purrs out, moaning as your clit begins to throb against hers. “You just take that, baby…take my pussy for me like a good girl.” She begins to grind faster after that, making sure her clit rubs against yours with every move of her hips. But it still wasn’t enough.

“F-Faster, Sev, please…need to get there…” you plead out to her once more, and without a second thought—with no warning whatsoever—Sevika gives it her all and her movements start to go at a fast and relentless pace, completely catching you off guard. “Oh fuck, Sev! Right t-there, o-oh God…” Your words trail out at the end and your jaw goes slack at the intense pleasure she was hitting you with. Sevika couldn’t help but admire the sinful sight of you under her—so vulnerable and drunk in pleasure, with your mouth agape and your eyes all hooded, your hands still gripping tightly onto the sheets and your breasts bouncing uncontrollably as Sevika continued to ram her pussy against yours. It was a sight that she never wanted to stop seeing.

“Mmm…y-you look so…fuckin’ pretty like…this…” Sevika moans out to you, her words coming out in a heated tone as she watches your blissed-out expression. “Look how good you’re taking my pussy for me, my sweet girl…” Sevika presses herself harder against you, and you don’t even realize it, but she ends up taking your leg that was on top of hers and folds it to your chest to get a better angle, making sure she continues to hit the right spots for the two of you to finish. You start to cry in pleasure over the new position, and your legs start to shake under her grasp. “Sevika! O-Oh God, Sev—Right there! Right there, please!” you exclaim, practically begging her to keep her position there. The two of you were at your loudest right now. Between your cries and begs of pleasure, Sevika’s groaning, and the pornographic sound of your pussies squelching as they rub against each other, you’re honestly surprised that the two of you haven’t woken up the entire town at this point.

Sevika lets out a low, heated groan in response to your words, her movements not stopping one bit “Mmm, fuck…my God you feel so good…” she says, her breathing now coming out in heavy, uneven pants. As Sevika keeps her human hand on your thigh, her metal hand swings above your head and grabs onto the headboard to keep herself steady. The familiar coil in your stomach begins to form, and you start to get close again. “S-Sev…I…I’m so…” you pant out to her, trying your best to get the words out of your mouth. Sevika simply shushes you, trying to have you save whatever energy you had left in you for your release. “Shhh, baby, I know, I know…” she coos back, opening her eyes to look down at you. “Just let it go for me, sweetheart…let it all out.”

Sevika continues to talk you through it as you reach your peak, and with that, her clit brushes up against yours a few more times which finally pushes you both over the edge. Your cries of pleasure start to go in sync with her groaning, and both pussies begin to spasm around each other before you cum all over Sevika’s folds with a loud moan of her name. Sevika catches her release shortly after you, her hips stuttering out before finishing with a loud groan as her fluids spill out of her pussy and land onto yours. The two of you take a moment to catch each other’s breath, and Sevika slowly loosens her grip on your thigh while she lets go of the headboard. The two of you look down to where you were both connected, and Sevika pulls her cunt away from yours, causing you to whine at the loss. The strings of slick connecting the two of you breaks and Sevika slowly closes your legs before settling down next to you. “Mmm…sweetheart...You did so well for me…” she murmurs to you as she gently kisses your shoulder, her voice still filled in a deep and husky tone. Even after having sex with her, you still couldn’t help but find her voice to be intoxicating.

You simply hum at her in response and try to muster up some energy to tilt your head over and plant a quick kiss on her lips, leading the older woman to wrap her human arm around you and pull you closer to her. The warmth of Sevika’s embrace fades into the stillness of your bedroom, and the exhaustion catches up to you quickly, causing your eyes to flutter shut as slumber starts to consume you. It feels like only a moment has passed when your eyes open again, and you find yourself tucked beneath a clean set of sheets and a barrier of soft cotton hugging your figure. Your eyes slowly dart around your bedroom, and your heart sinks when you see Sevika with her boxers back on and searching for the rest of her clothes. A lump forms in your throat as you realize she’s getting ready to leave. You want to ask her to stay, just a little longer, even though you both know she has to go before your dad comes back. Before you can stop yourself, the words are quick to slip out of your mouth.

“Sevika?” you call out softly, your voice still laced with sleep. Sevika is quick to stop what she was doing to tend to you. “Hey there,” she says, giving you a soft smile once she sees that you had woken up. “You alright?”

You hesitate for a moment before continuing. The words feel heavy on your tongue, but the ache that was growing in your chest outdoes it. “Could you…could you stay…just a little longer? Please?” you finally ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

Sevika pauses, and her eyes flicker to the window where the faint glow of the moonlight is still filtering through it. For a moment, you thought she’d say no—but this time, she gives in—and whatever worries about your dad's arrival in the morning seemed to fade as she turned back to you with ease. “Of course, sweetheart…I’ll stay with you.” she murmurs, her voice tender as she removes her prosthetic arm and sets it down on the ground next to the bed. The weight of the bed shifts as Sevika climbs back into bed and lies down right behind you. Her human hand wraps around your waist and pulls you close to her. You instantly melt into her strong, warm embrace, but you can’t shake the possibility of your father walking in on the two of you, making you feel uneasy. Sevika is quick to take note of this and leans in to plant a couple of soft kisses on your shoulder blade, her lips brushing your ear as she leans into you. “Hey. Don’t worry about that right now, okay?” she murmurs. “Everything will be fine, I promise…I’ve got you.”

You nod, the weight of her words sinking in as her embrace wraps you in comfort and warmth. Slowly, the uneasiness disappears, soon replaced by a sense of peace only Sevika could give you. With her presence beside you, you let go of all your worries, and the gentle rhythm of her breathing brings you into a deep, restful sleep. As you drift off, a soft, reassuring thought crosses your mind—this night with Sevika felt like the start of something real, something that won’t fade.

For now, you’re unsure of what the future might hold, but with Sevika by your side, you feel ready for whatever could happen next.

god i wish she was real

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[mediocre-writing]

A chance | LN4

Summary: Lando has been in love with the same person since he was 18. The problem? She doesn't think it will work out because he's younger.

Pairing: Lando Norris X Actress!Reader

English is not my first language, maybe I will do a part two 👀

"Why don't you want to be with me?" Lando says close to Y/n's ear so she can hear.

They were at a party, Lando was P1, and that night was all about him.

"Lando, why don't you enjoy your night?" She says pushing him a little and he kisses her cheek.

"I'm trying to do this, but the prettiest girl at the party is turning me down once again."

Y/n rolls her eyes but smiles, fixing Lando's hair with her hands.

"I already told you-"

"I know, I know, I'm younger than you, but you need to understand that 18-year-old Lando already dreamed of Y/n 22 and now 25-year-old Lando dreams of Y/n 29 and 85-year-old Lando will dream of Y/n... How old will you be?" He says, thinking a little.

"Fuck you're so drunk." She says laughing and he smiles when he sees her smile.

"Fuck you're so beautiful." Lando leans in to kiss her, but Y/n turns her face away.

"Lando, no." Y/n says, gently pinching Lando's belly, making him pull away with a grimace.

"Come on, give me a chance, just one kiss and I promise to stop bothering you." She thinks for a bit.

"I know you won't stop."

"Please, I promise I'll stop." He says, dropping the glass he was holding anywhere, and takes Y/n's face with both hands. "Can I?" He asks inches from her mouth.

"You're insufferable, you know that?" Lando crushes his lips to hers, and my God, it was so worth it to almost beg her on his knees.

Lando asks for passage with his tongue and when he gives in, he just wants to stay there forever.

The kiss gets hotter and Y/n pulls away a little to be able to breathe.

"What a delicious mouth." He says, pulling her lower lip with his teeth and giving her three little pecks.

"Have you gotten your kiss yet, satisfied?"

"I wanted your heart, but I'll hold back with a kiss."

"You don't give up, do you?" She says, putting her arms around her shoulders.

"Never, 18 year old Lando wouldn't believe the girl in my arms right now." Lando always speaks close to her ear so she can understand everything.

"Congratulations, P1." Y/n says kissing Lando's cheek and he feels that this kiss practically sobered him up again.

"Will I get a kiss like this every time I get P1?"

"Don't force it, Cat." She says, walking away and Lando takes her hand again.

"Nooo, you can't do this." Lando says whimpering.

"You promised Lando."

"I promised?" Lando says pulling her by the waist, and kissing her lips again, this time more slowly, more passionate, it was as if they weren't in a crowded place, and God, Y/n is praying that no one took any pictures of this.

But they took it away.

A few hours later the news was all over social media.

F1news Things are heating up! 👀 Lando Norris and Y/n are seen kissing at the party celebrating Lando's P1, some people who were on the way back confirmed that they spent practically the whole night close to each other, could a relationship be on the way?

—

User1 What the fuck is this?

User2 Wow, isn't she much older than him?

— User3 It's only four years girl 🙄

User4 Why is everyone so surprised?

— User5 Yes, Lando had already said that she has been his celebrity crush since he was 18.

User6 I think I'm jealous of Lando.

— user7 I think I'm jealous of both of them.

User8 Well, he never hid the fact that he was interested in her.

User9 Have you ever imagined the beautiful child that would be born?

— User 10 She's much older than him...

User 11 Damn, stop treating her like her age is wrong or something.

——

Y/n wakes up with her phone vibrating like crazy.

"Where the fuck is this?" She gropes blindly on the bed until she finds the device, reading the following messages:

Lando: Please don't be mad at me.

Lando: Are you mad at me? 😟

She sits on the bed, a little confused, why would she be mad at him? But soon she also sees some messages from Carlos.

Carlos: Please don't be mad at Lando.

Carlos: He swears he didn't want to cause a scandal for you.

Carlos: Yes, he forced me to send this, block this bastard now.

And to top it off, she sees a message from her best friend.

Bestf: Seriously Lando? And you still swore to me that you didn't want to get him 😏

She closes her eyes and lies down on the bed again, she already knows exactly what happened.

Fuck.

[namjoon-koya]

Having a sleepover with the first-years.

author’s note: This entire week has been a lot :,) so I decided to write this for comfort.

Characters: First-Years x Yuu(reader) platonic!

Ace:

Suggests watching horror movies and will poke fun at anyone who disagrees, Grim of course says he’s not scared but after the movie is done Grim is sleeping so close to you and says that he isn’t scared and that he’s just protecting you. Tries to convince everyone to stay up late but probably knocks out a few hours later.

Also he brings A LOT of snacks that he bought from Sam’s shop, lowkey remembers your favorite snack and if you tease him about it he’ll try to say he likes them too and that he definitely wasn’t thinking about you. If you suggest on doing a face mask with him he’s not one to object just don’t put a silly headband on him.

Deuce:

He’s excited to sleep over at Ramshackle Dorm! If Trey finds out about the sleep over he’ll suggest Deuce bake some treats (Trey offering to help too) so Deuce will bring a lot of baked goods. If Ace and the rest are asleep, Deuce will have a late night talk with you. Usually asking about your home, if you remember your family or just general asking if you’ve been okay for the last few months staying in Twisted Wonderland. Deuce has a big soft spot for you okay:,) unlike Ace he shows it a lot especially for you. Will do a face mask with you but please remind him to take off or else he’ll fall asleep with it on.

Jack:

He’s coming to the sleepover but he’s not going to mess up his night routine sorry, but that doesn’t mean he won’t have fun with you guys. If you need help setting something or bringing extra pillows and blankets to your room for the rest of the group, he’ll help you (mostly carrying everything while you carry two pillows) he does have a face night routine but has never actually used a face mask before (actually does like it though it’s very soothing) him and Sebek are probably the only ones able to sleep near the door after watching a horror movie with the group.

Epel:

HAPPY, Vil does make him bring his entire face routine cleansers with him though… but hey he doesn’t mind. Happily munches down on the desserts that Deuce brought, says he wasn’t frightened from the movie Ace picked but he’s literally watching over his shoulder when he’s alone. Will definitely do a face mask with you, he even pulls out different face masks Vil packed for him. He even tells you that Vil packed you some (honestly your caught off guard with the expensive brands he gives you) he tries to stay up late but he’s probably the second one to fall asleep after Jack.

Sebek:

Doesn’t want to go at first until Lilia convinces him plus deep down Sebek does care about you, especially when he listens to Malleus talk about you. He has a strict sleeping schedule and will scold the rest if they get too loud while he’s trying to sleep, he’s actually very helpful he’ll ask if you need anything or help with moving things around in your room. He’ll tease you about the horror movie saying he watched you flinch serval times, but at the same time if he actually sees that you can’t sleep because of it he’ll make short conversation with you about the briar valley or try to help you distract by talking about Malleus and his family.

Ortho:

Happy child :,) honestly he’s probably the only one who isn’t afraid of the movie (besides Sebek and Jack) but he could tell when the others were getting scared. He monitored each of your heartbeats and determined the Ace was the one who was scared the most, second to Grim and then you. (Of course he won’t say anything though) let’s you put a face mask on him (yes he sends a picture to Idia to show him and yes Idia is happy his little brother is having fun)

[kingofthewilderwest]

Viola is the most gorgeous-sounding instrument on the planet, but how I became a violist in music school is one of the dumber sets of circumstances I’ve had in music life. You’ve heard of the violinist to violist pipeline? Get ready for… another level beyond THAT.

Guys, I’m a flautist.

And I’m not, like, a slouch on flute? I’m no queen toot toot but I know which end you blow out of. In high school, I was competitive. Nothing extraordinary, but I did all the honor ensembles and made first chair flute All State Orchestra. Ahhh, the memories! XD

I came into my freshman year of college as a philosophy and linguistics double-major, then quickly realized I NEEEEDED formal music again. I was crawling up the walls. I was writhing on the floors. I was ready to eat wallpaper. I was prepared to do anything to get back into the music world.

So in my sophomore year I added music composition as a degree.

I auditioned in with piano and flute as my mains. In addition to the private composition lessons, I was signed up for private piano lessons (flute slots were limited to people getting a degree in flute - understandable enough).

But then came ensemble requirements. Something you’d think would be the easiest and most flexible thing to take care of. This was a good school. Please, not Curtis or Julliard or a conservatory or something, but a good school. We had LOTS of ensembles. Easy peasy lemon squeezy, grab an ensemble and go, right?

Naw.

To graduate, we had to enroll in one ensemble every semester. You couldn’t double up to complete the requirement faster and it had to be on your primary instrument. I was already at a disadvantage because I was doing the degree in three years. Thankfulllly, thankfully, the administration gave me an exception and allowed me to double up for credits.

Didn’t solve all my issues, though. Because here’s the thing: everyone in the flute studio could play circles around me. A composition major without flute instruction is not going to be able to compete with a performance major learning from some of the best people in the country.

So. By their own rules. I could neither get lessons on my primary nor would I have the chance of auditioning into a single ensemble on my primary.

This meant the only ensemble I could get into was the non-audition, lowest tier band. And because there was marching band during fall semesters, that meant the lowest tier band only met in the spring. So that gave me… 3 out of the 8 ensemble credits I needed on my primary.

And I’m looking at the administration, like, “Dudes, you have to work with me. Not getting my degree because I can’t get a few 1 credit ensemble courses is bat guano.” But my other primary, piano, was even more limited for ensemble credit options. What to do? What to do?

Well. In high school. I had a viola teacher. Sort of. I mean, I dated her. She offered to teach me viola during the summers, I paid her a little cash, and we more often than not paid attention to the viola before paying attention to other matters.

Humorous description aside, we were classmates in the same grade. We just happened to make a viola lesson arrangement within our broader relationship. This wasn't the only time we made such arrangements; I later taught her younger sister flute. And like, lessons were a convenient way to meet regularly without our families cuing in on our non-viola relationship.

We had a nasty falling out. So nasty. We were dumb. I was dumb. Don’t need to get into details. But I got two summers’ worth of viola lessons out of this and I owned a cheap@$$ viola I bought secondhand for $100 USD.

So. With my grand total of less than a year of “formal” [cough] viola instruction, where I could barely aim my bow at the correct string, I suggested This Great Music College should accept viola for my ensemble credits. Then I could enroll in the non-audition orchestra. Which, unlike its band counterpart, DID meet every semester. So, between the 3 ensemble credits for band and the 6 ensemble credits of orchestra, I COULD get my required 8+ credits acquired.

This plan was agreed upon.

So now I’m a flautist officially turned violist. A viola-approximate pestilence they can’t get rid of. Every semester they have to hear my yowling and know this is the grave of their own making. We must lie in it. I am second desk viola, not because of merit, but because I’m a music major, and I guess that meant I got preference. I did their optional chair auditions, they accepted that as "good enough," now here I am near the front. I am not where I should be. At all. Last year I was playing the flute solo of Dvorak's Eighth. Now I'm on Dvorak's Eighth near the front of the violas. What.

My problems were ended, though, right? I got what I wanted, right?

Well. There’s one final stupidity in this venture.

You see..... my “viola teacher.” My ex-partner. My now-turned-enemy. Had also enrolled in this college.

And was our section leader.

[bidisasterevankinard]

Bc it's too sad to write, but i want it out: Tommy's a captain and they have new probie. "Nepo-baby Buckley. Son of the Chief Buckley". And as Tommy the only captain who believes that the guy genuinely wants to be a pilot and saves lifes (he knows his father. He's sure the son is the same). And boy, it's so painful too look at the barely twenty year old boy bc he is like Buck from 1s, but hair and eye color are wrong, yet it's nothing. Because those details were deleted from his memory and it's as if he looks at the future he could have as a father. Teach his kid flying.

And the boy, he's really good. A little bit reckless, but he's kind and brave and never gives up. Even when everyone are too rude to him bc they think he's here just bc of his dad. And he proves and proves himself again and again

Eventually it's huge situation. All hands on deck and Tommy goes with the boy. And Alex saves him from the debris, but he's hurt really bad. Tommy barely keeps him alive begging: "kid, please I won't forgave myself if you...." His voice breaks "don't make me look your dad in the eyes so many years later just to break him so much worse, please, kid"

They are rushed to the hospital and it's a mess. Alex needs blood, but bc it's not so popular type, yet they already used a lot to many other victims, they have not enough. And Alex can have only exactly the same type. That's when Buck comes, hears it, takes Tommy's hand and drags Tommy with him to the doctor: "you have his father with the same type. Can you use him as walking blood bag?"

Doctor looks at Tommy with smt like "you don't have to..." But Tommy already gets his sleeve up : "as much as you need. Even if all"

And Alex is ofc ok, he sleep and Tommy sits with him and Buck and they keep tensed silence till eventually everyone from 118 and 217 who heard it like: "are you two gonna talk about the elephant in the room or not? Our popcorn is not getting fuller"

[jjjjeonww]

xu minghao - a beach proposal.

genre - romance word count - 1172 ~~in which minghao proposes to you at the same place he asked you out.

the sun hung low in the sky, painting the horizon in a breathtaking array of oranges and pinks as it began its slow descent towards the horizon. the gentle waves lapped at the shore, the rhythmic sound a soothing melody that had become all too familiar to you over the years. you stood at the edge of the beach, the salty breeze tousling her your and plastering the thin fabric of your sundress against your curves.

it was here, at this very spot, that minghao had first asked you out all those years ago. a chance encounter, a shared umbrella on a rainy day, and a connection that had sparked instantly between two strangers who felt like they had known each other for lifetimes. you closed your eyes, a soft smile playing at the corners of your mouth as you remembered the nervous butterflies that had fluttered in your stomach that day.

now, six years later, those butterflies had been replaced by a profound sense of love, loyalty, and partnership. minghao had been your rock, your constant support and encouragement throughout your meteoric rise in the fashion world. late nights spent hunched over sketches and writings, early mornings fueled by nothing but coffee and the fire of your ambition, minghao had been there through it all, his unwavering belief in your never wavering.

as if on cue, you heard the soft crunch of footsteps on the sand behind you. you turned, your heart leaping into your throat as you saw minghao walking towards you, his tall frame silhouetted against the setting sun. he had always been handsome, but the years had only honed his features, giving him a rugged, masculine charm that made your knees buckle.

minghao stopped before you, his dark eyes searching yours, a tentative smile on his lips. "do you remember the last time we were here, y/n?" he asked softly, reaching out to take your hand in his.

you nodded, squeezing his fingers gently. "how could i forget? it's where you asked me out, where you stole my heart and made me fall in love with you."

minghao's smile widened, his thumb brushing over the smooth skin of your knuckles. "and in the years since, you've not only stolen my heart, but my soul as well. i never imagined i could find someone as incredible, as talented, and as kind as you."

minghao continued, his voice growing more impassioned with each word. "watching you build your empire from the ground up, seeing the way you pour your heart and soul into every creation, the love and dedication you show to your team… it's been the greatest honor of my life to witness your journey and to stand by your side."

he stepped closer, his free hand coming up to cup your cheek, his calloused palm a comforting warmth against your skin. "but more than that, y/n, you've taught me what it means to love unconditionally, to support and encourage another person's dreams without reservation. you've shown me that true love isn't about possession or control, but about nurturing growth and celebrating the incredible human being you are."

tears welled in your eyes as you listened to minghao's heartfelt words, your heart swelled with the depth of your love for him. "minghao, i… i don't know what to say," you whispered, your voice thick with emotion.

"say you'll marry me, y/n," minghao murmured, "say you'll let me spend the rest of my life loving you, supporting you, and cherishing you in every way i can. say you'll let me be your partner, your teammate, your family… now and forever."

he sank to one knee before you, pulling a small, velvet box from his pocket. inside, a stunning diamond ring glittered in the fading light, the gem a perfect reflection of the love that shone in minghao's eyes.

"y/n, from the moment i met you, i knew you were the one i wanted to spend my life with. i never believed in love at first sight ever but you changed that. and now, seeing the incredible woman you've become, the way you light up the lives of everyone around you… i know with absolute certainty that you're the only one i want by my side, for all the days of my life. i love you like how the flowers love the sunlight. like the heavens sing in its celestial ballet, like eternity itself in its daily ballet, like infinity stretches in its endless reign, like the timeless dance of the cosmic domain, like the eternal rhythm of the universe's heart. sorry, was that too much? i'm really nervous."

he took a deep breath, his voice trembling with the weight of his love. "y/n, will you marry me? will you make me the happiest man in the world and say that you'll be mine, now and for eternity?"

as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in a breathtaking array of colors, you knew that your answer was the easiest decision you had ever made. with tears streaming down your face and a heart full to bursting with love, you whispered the words that would bind them together for eternity.

"yes, minghao. yes, i will marry you."

a brilliant, joyful smile erupted across minghao's face as he heard your answer. he leapt to his feet, pulling you into his arms and spinning you around in a exultant circle. you laughed, giddy with happiness and a little bit of dizziness, as he held your close and twirled your beneath the star-studded sky.

as he set you back down on the sand, he cupped your face in his hands, his eyes shining with adoration and a fierce yet gentle love. "i love you so much, y/n," he murmured, his forehead pressed against yours. "i promise to spend every day of our lives together cherishing you, supporting you, and loving you with every fiber of my being."

you wrapped your arms around his neck, your fingers tangling in his hair as you held him close. "i love you too, minghao," you whispered, your heart swelling with a profound sense of peace and belonging. "i can't wait to build a life with you, to start a family with you, and to grow old together by your side."

with a trembling hand, minghao slid the ring onto your finger, the diamonds glittering like a tiny star against the backdrop of the night sky. it was a perfect fit, a symbol of the seamless way your lives had intertwined and the unbreakable bond you both shared.

as you and minghao stood there, locked in each other's embrace, the waves crashing gently against the shore and the cool night breeze caressing your skin and his, you and minghao knew that this was only the beginning of your greatest adventure yet. a lifetime of love, laughter, and endless possibilities stretched out before you, and he couldn't wait to face it all hand in hand, heart to heart, and soul to soul.

[bluebelly-sun-serpentine]

I have been thinking a lot about this the last 5 years or so, because in my quest to find sleep I've been spending more and more time listening to the same few Diana Wynne Jones books on Libby: the Jenny Sterlin readings of the Howl series (esp. books 1 and 3*) and readings of The Dark Lord of Derkholm and the Year of the Griffin by two separate narrators. Part of this is down to Sterlin's somehow both lively and calming narration (she's usually somewhere on my libby shelf, even if I'm not that excited about what she's reading), but most of it is down to Jones' often funny, usually incisive writing. These books - especially the books set in the DLoD universe, but in a slightly softer way, the Howl Series - all deconstruct high fantasy tropes. DLoD is an overt parody. Why do I find these so charming, funny, and meaningful when many other genre deconstructions seem self-conscious or overly cynical? Wynne's less comedic works – I recently read Fire and Hemlock for the first time – also spend time deep in conversation with genre and form (in that case she's reworking the Tam Lin myth while also deliberately constructing and deconstructing homeric-style heroes for the modern age).

I never read Year of the Griffin, the two later Howl books, or Fire and Hemlock until I was an adult, and while I could point to issues with these books, it seems clear to me that Wynne's approach to writing fantasy for young people was especially mindful but also especially feeling, compared to a lot of what was being published at the time and what is still being published. DLoD tears apart the DnD-style adventuring party (while also pointing very hammily to the backward-looking, colonialist urges present in a lot of high fantasy), but the plot's chaos in that book also reads a lot like a DnD campaign that's gone off the rails. It rises above a media property like the recent Dungeons and Dragons movie (fun but very, very dumb) partly because its characters are so particular. Derk isn't just a foolish man pressed into the role of Dark Wizard, there to underscore how simple our narratives are – he's also a loving father terrified his wife has decided he's too foolish to love, and a brilliantly unconventional mage, and a man frustrated by institutional complacency. His many children - human or not - each have their own personalities, drives, and motivations. Even the magical, perturbing geese want something. (Compare this to Chris Pine's foolishly charming bard, who, despite his "tragic" –boilerplate– backstory and shambling fatherhood, is pretty one-dimensional. Maybe this is a problem of form – Derk does have a lot longer than an hour and a half to develop – but I would guess it's not just that).

In Fire and Hemlock**, where Thomas Lynn is a clear stand-in for Tam Lin or Thomas the Rhymer, and Polly the modern child-avatar for any number of bygone heroes, neither character is only a stand in. Thomas and his quartet are very much young chamber musicians who want things young adults want (it's uncanny how much they resemble people in my old music community). Polly and Polly's friend Nina both grow through childhood and adolescence in a way that feels very real and relatable. Wynne spends a lot of time in that book carefully concealing and revealing the kinds of things that are concealed and revealed (to and by) children as they learn more about the world and themselves and eventually enter adulthood. A lot of young people's fiction, as far as I can tell, ignores this really important aspect of being a young person, where you slowly catch on to the things that have gone over your head, or realize how many of your everyday assumptions were teetering on sketchy foundations (including those about supposed adult competency); this isn't about grand revelations so much as forehead-smacking moments. More than most writers, Wynne understands and includes the fact people usually have an incomplete sense of themselves or their place in society (or in their family, community, etc.). This is really the crux of a lot Sophie's problems in Howl's Moving Castle, and it's propping up the witch's curse through the whole book. Howl has the same problem, actually, but is more-or-less aware of it (if often unable to do anything about it). It's the source of Polly's off-and-on anxieties about Nina and the big mistake she makes near the Fire and Hemlock's climax.

I think it's largely this refusal to dispense with her characters' humanity that prevents Wynne's books from being flippant or overly self-conscious deconstructions. I would love to know if other people think there's something else she's doing, too, that allows her to get away with it. (or if you don't think she gets away with it, why?).

*book 2's orientalism is a little hard to ignore. I tend to skip it – I don't think Wynne's Welshness really saved her from the very insular habit of viewing other cultures simplistically, even if it might have made her more critical of colonial ventures than some of her peers. I don't think she really has enough of a grounding in the material she's cannibalizing in that book to be as clever as she usually is, so it feels more like a pastiche. Maybe I'm being unfair. Argue with me.

**I don't like that this story ends as a romance, but I also read too much Tamora Pierce as a child to throw everything in a book away because large age-gaps and borderline or actual grooming sketch me out. I think there are a lot of reasons why women of Pierce and Wynn's generation romanticize these relationships, most of them having much less to do with under-examined urges than with the economic and social limitations heterosexual relationships would have either imposed on them or released them from (and how those limitations might have been changed or differently navigated in relationships with older men). That's for a whole 'nother post, though

What I admire about romance readers, and what Annie Wilkes also embodies, is their passionate defense of the genre’s rules. Every other genre is afflicted with a plague of increasingly stale “deconstructions” to the point where just a straight up delivery of established tropes would be the novel choice. But romance readers will insist on their HEA and I believe they will perform increasingly gruesome symbolic castrations on writers that deviate. And if horror fans had that sense of self-worth and commitment to collective action, I would never again have to encounter the third act twist that the monster isn’t so bad after all.

[erinwantstowrite]

Hi! Purely out of curiosity because I am always interested in people’s thoughts on the subject, how do you feel about “batcest” in au’s where the children were never adopted/didn’t meet until adulthood/etc? Any pairing with Bruce makes me genuinely nauseous, but I feel like I’m more lenient with situational stuff with the kids since they’re closer in age/didn’t grow up together in my very loose understanding of canon/not actually related/etc. (ie: I think Steph and Cass are cute together even though they’re both “batfam” members, etc etc)

please feel free to ignore this if it makes you uncomfortable! I just really love your writing and this seems to be a subject you’re passionate about, so I just wanted to know more of your thoughts. Hope you’re having a wonderful day!

anon in the nicest way possible, it's disgusting even then.

because it doesn't matter if they didn't know each other as little little kids, they are family in every sense of the word. it would be the same as two characters who are siblings having being raised in two different households as children getting into a relationship even though they knew each other later. it spits in the face of adopted families by claiming that they aren't actually family, and the people who defend batcest are hurting people who are victims of the exact dynamic that they're shipping. it's gross, like genuinely vile. knowing their canon relationship and "changing" it to fit what they want is nasty because they *had* to change it. they know it's wrong if they had to "fix" it in order to ship it. it implies that this person thinks they should be in a romantic pairing in canon, too, but they're trying to justify it to themselves.

and with Steph and Cass, Steph is a friend of theirs. she dated Tim previously and they are not related. she didn't want Bruce to adopt her, she doesn't consider them siblings. yes there is a found family dynamic but it's not the same as the others, who are not only legally family in most cases, but have considered each other family for years and years and years. they call each other their siblings. yes, even jason and tim. tim and jason are only a couple years apart, but jason is still family even if he died? tim considered himself dick's brother and his relationship with bruce was rocky sometimes but he also considered bruce like a father figure, and later on he was adopted so that was always there. they are siblings.

and in some of their dynamics, it's pedophilic dick and damian, dick and tim, jason and damian, tim and damian, even dick and jason because dick was an adult when he met jason. automatically that puts you in a spot where you deserve the deepest pit of hell. truly. i'm not religious but i hope they get their karma. i don't care if it's fictional, this reflects who they are as people in the real world and that's why i know these people are gross monsters. not to mention these people don't understand boundaries (shocker) and have and probably will again, ask me to include a batcest ship in LoF or to draw batcest for them. they have asked for peter and damian. one person claimed that peter and jason would be "cute" because of peter thinks he's cool and has "an innocence" about jason's life and what he's done. another asked for peter and dick. the blood related father and son. so it truly doesn't matter to them, i can guarantee it to you. the way i look at it, no matter which way they are shipped, you are automatically associated with the rest of them. nothing justifies it and it's wrong

and because i know someone is going to try to start an argument with me: i can't stop them from writing it. i know that. and you can scream at me until you're blue about your opinion on the matter, but i do not care and you will be wasting your breath. i am not pro cecsorship because it is a slippery slope and people will dig their claws into that. however. i can let them know that they aren't welcome on my page, i can talk about my opinion on the matter, i have every right to block them and say whatever i want. if you don't like this post, i'm telling you to block me so i don't have to take the time to do it myself 🫶

[rottenherbs]

Off The Pitch (pt.2) // F.W x Potter!Reader

Request: hi, could I request part 2 for the "off the pitch" fic?

Summary: After the big game, energy rose in you and Fred. His inquiry about taking you to hogsmeade was coming up — how would you two spend your time? 

Word count: 1.1k

Authors note: this honestly takes place IMMEDIATELY after the first chapter hehehehe. I hope you enjoy. 

[masterlist]

Much love, Saige

———

Leaving the field, you watched the students all disperse. Students taking their celebrations to their common rooms, happy for the weekend to start. The energy of Gryffindors win was settled in everyone’s mind, the house cup was secured and everyone on the team could breathe a little easier after today. 

With only a few more weeks in the school year, your new anxieties about final exams were overthrown by the plans made for later tonight 

You and Fred were going to honeydukes. Together.  As a date. 

Each thought circulated your mind repetitively. Walking towards the witches changing tent, you dared not turn and look back, knowing if you made eye contact with Fred it would only make your heart race more. 

You loved the idea of finally spending time with him romantically, but you couldn’t lie to yourself. You felt like throwing up from anxiety. Moreover just the feelings of your own insecurities, but of the act of fulfilling your silly school girl dreams.

 It was way easier to lay in your bed and fantasize about what his hands would feel like in yours. What it would be like to meet up for breakfast, to study and get distracted together. To spend the night in each other's dorms. What his laundry smelt like. 

It was frivolous and innocent thoughts, but you hated the idea of messing it up. What if you did something awkward… something stupid.

Stripping yourself from your quidditch robes, you stood in the shared showers, basking in the warm water, letting it cascade over your face. The sound of the other female gryffindor players filled the air as they celebrated in cheers; the energy of the tent was electric. You couldn’t help but smile into your hands, taking in the moment for what it was. 

After a short period, you rinsed off the final suds and stepped out of the shower, wrapping yourself in a golden towel. Little droplets hitting the floor behind you as you walked to your locker. A pang hit your chest almost taking the air out of your lungs when you realized all you brought was a sloppy pair of sweats and a tousled sweatshirt. It wasn’t exactly date material, but you had no choice. 

Letting out a defeated sigh, you pulled at your towel and dried off your body, tugging the clothes lazily over your head and feet. Looking down at yourself you smirked, realizing the very sweatshirt was a hand me down from Fred, his old quidditch hoodie he got in your third year that he quickly grew out of. Suddenly feeling a rush of relief, you spun your wand around your head drying your hair instantly, noticing how long you must have taken to get ready. 

“Godrick, he’s probably been ready for ages.” You mumbled to yourself, slamming the locker door shut and straightening out your attire once more. Closing your eyes and collecting your thoughts, you meditated momentarily before stepping out. 

He is the same boy you’ve been friends with for years. Nothing has changed. Just… have a good time. 

Amping yourself up, you stepped out of the changing tent, eyes searching around the grounds, no one in sight. 

“Thought I left eh?” Fred inquired, his body leaning lazily against a tree just behind you. You jumped slightly, the sound of his voice simultaneously scared you and brought you peace. 

“Come on, you’ve taken long enough-“ he laughed, pushing himself off of the tree and over to you. Laughing back, you just smiled and shook your head. “Let’s have some fun.” His head nudged over to the path, waiting for you to join him. 

“I had to spend all that time getting pretty for you eh?” You laughed walking shoulder to shoulder with him. Your eyes darted down, unable to calm your racing mind. 

“Pa-lease” Fred joked, bumping into you slightly. “I’m just grateful you’re wearing my favorite hoodie.” Fred chuffed, coughing slightly as he cleared the air. “I love seeing it on you.” He smiled up to the sky, his own heart racing just as fast as yours. 

“It’s my favorite too.” You mumbled, finally feeling more confident in your voice

Both of you joked about the game, simultaneously happy to divert the conversation slightly to a more neutral topic.  Both of you couldn’t tell how anxious the other was, both shroud in your own cloud of judgment to see the other was nervous. 

Arriving at the crest of hogsmeade, you both rivaled at the opportunities ahead of you. 

“Let’s go to-“ you started, turning to face Fred. At the same time, he turned to face you interrupting your sentence. 

 “Where do you-“ He stopped, laughing. You quickly stopped and blushed, turning to face the small village. 

“You go first.” You chuckled, covering your mouth playfully waiting to hear his voice. 

“Why don’t we get something to eat? I may have picked up a serious appetite fighting those slytherin losers.” Fred jokingly boasted. He lifted his arms to flex, moving to show off the brutal black eye that had been forming over the past hour. You rolled your eyes, nodding your head. 

“Alright tough guy let’s go.” You motioned forward, hoping he would set the way. Instead he took you by surprise, holding out his own hand in hopes that you would grab it. Your eyes widened at his gesture, taken aback for a second, stuck in time. 

“Come on, let’s go.” He shook it lightly in the air, smiling at you waiting for you to grab it. His posture was firm, yet flirtatious, cocking his head to the side as he waited. You sucked your teeth slightly, rolling your eyes as you grabbed his hand. You hoped your reaction showed more coolheaded than you truly felt, your hands almost instantly feeling clammy as you grabbed his outstretched hand. 

Fred could feel your hand heat up in his, squeezing it softly as you both walked down the path. Luckily for his height, he could look down at you momentarily without you noticing. Checking in to see if you were still comfortable and having a good time. He watched as your eyes stayed firmly to your side, looking around at the buildings and people as you passed. Mentally chuckling to himself that you seemed to be avoiding his gaze. 

He was undeniably, absolutely, and unequivocally smitten by you. 

[tonysbed]

Secrets I keep | Part 7

Lando Norris x sister!reader

Daniel Riccardo x norris!reader

Max Fewtrell x norris!reader

summary: You and Max have been dancing around your feelings for years but jealousy gets the best of us all..

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max - max verstappen

max - max fewtrell (applies anytime these two are in the same scenario)

still not proofread 🤌

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yn

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yn your favourite gossip girls are back in town ☕️🎀

*tagged kellypiquet, alexandrasaintmleux, franciscagomez*

kellypiquet ❤️❤️

alexandrasaintmleux best time 🩷

franciscagomez xoxo gossip girl 🫡

user omg, all four? the tea is piping HOT

user girl gotta update on Daniel 👀

user let us innnnnn

user kelly’s look, oh she knows EVERYTHING

user i mean she was THERE

user true, forgot about that 😂

pierregasly can you stop stealing our girlfriends 24/7?

yn how about no?

charlesleclerc is like to spent time with mine too..

maxverstappen1 Feel like i’m third wheeling my own relationship.

yn you got Daniel to entertain you

Danielriccardo 😁

yn you literally are that emoji

danielriccardo that’s why I used it 😁🤍

yn 🤔🤔

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After you had explained everything that had happened, Kika and Alex stared at you. “So..you’re dating Daniel now?”

“No, we haven’t really talked about it. I mean, he just got here. And I only sat on his lap” Kelly snorts “Just sat on his lap? Be so for real” “I have!” “Yeah, and all the looks, the leaning on shoulder, hooking your arm in his? Ring a bell? Or all the laughing around?” Kelly raised her eyebrows.

“Okay, Okay. But we still haven’t labelled us” You say, blush creeping up your face “Finally free from Fewtrell” Alex mumbles and sips her drink. Kelly looks at her “So I was right! You had a thing for Fewtrell!” Kelly says “Oh come on! First kika now you! Was it really that obvious?”

“The looks? Absolutely. You also tried to stay close to him, even tho it enden in pure bickering” Kelly chuckled “Oh my gosh. Okay we’re moving on.” You all laugh “No problem with that” Alex says.

“Are you gonna talk to Daniel?” “Everything at its time Kiks, okay? I’m not planning to marry him tomorrow.” “Oh to bad, I already picked out my outfit” She said sarcastically.

“Now but you gotta update us” Kelly says smiling “I will. And you’re there all the time. He’s literally here for max not me” Kelly chuckled “Sure. Keep telling yourself that” “He told me!” “Oh you sweet innocent girl” Kelly pats you on the head “Hey!”

You swatted her hand away “I won’t argue that he came for You and Max. But just for max? Definitely not.” “Fine.”

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“How about we go out tonight. All of us?” Kelly asked. Max nods in agreement “Sure” You nod, laying on daniel’s chest, who also nods “I wanna try out that one new restaurant charles was seen opening, how about that?” Max asked “Ohhh yes!” You clap your hands.

“How about we invite Lando?” Daniel asked unsure “You sure?” “I think it’s good if they see each other again” Max says, which kelly agrees to “Okay. Max would you text him, my phone is over there and I don’t want to” The dutchman rolls his eyes but does it either way.

“He’s bringing Fewtrell tho” Max says after a few minutes. You look at Daniel who looks at you “Don’t worry. We’ll sit all between you.” Max says laughing “Why don’t we invite everyone” You say laughing “I mean, sure” Max shrugs “That was sarcasm Max” You say, eyebrows raised “yeah yeah”

Kelly picked up your phone and gave it to you “It keeps getting notifications” You groan “Oh, it’s kika. She’s asking if we’ve got time today. They’re going out with Charles and Alex”

“I mean we could all go then?” Max asked. You nod and text Kika “She said it’s fine. Can you tell Lando?” Max sighs and nods.

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f1gossip

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f1gossip Several F1 drivers (+ Daniel and Max Fewtrell) and their girlfriends have been seen out together last night! Yn Norris and Riccardo were seated together and he kissed her temple. Later on a quite calm conversation was picked up by Lando and Daniel, so all is fine between the former teammates!

user now we just need confirmation from Yn or daniel

user I don’t wanna know what kind of chaos this was haha

user What did they tell charles that he looks so shocked?😭

user Alex also looks like someone just dropped a bomb 😭

user Landan yessss

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Daniel’s hand was resting on your thigh, his tumb softly caressing you. You look at Kika, who smirks at you. You roll your eyes “I have a question” Charles says, setting down his fork and knife.

“What’s wrong?” Pierre asked “Nothing really wrong. But when did that happen?” He points between you and Daniel. Your eyes widen and look at Alex. She slaps his arm “Charles!” “What? It’s a legitimate question!” “Shut it” She hissed.

Kelly and Kika try to stifle their laugh while you look at Daniel. He just shrugs at you and leans closer to you “Just let him talk. You know he’s a gossip. Wouldn’t be surprised if he’s running a gossip page” You chuckle at his words.

Lando eyes you both for a moment when Max nudges him “Either talk to them or leave them alone but don’t stare holes into them. She has every right to do what she wants. And just be glad it’s someone you know. Imagine she would be with some dickhead”

Lando sighs and nods “Yeah, you’re right. I shouldn’t be mad about it. I mean I’m not really mad. She told me, but did it have to be one of my friends?” “You didn’t care about that a few weeks ago.”

“I know I know, but still. It’s weird to see” “No, its new. He’s treating her right, I promise. Should’ve seen them with us in the last few days.” Max chuckled “You know him good. He won’t overstep” Lando nods “You’re right” “When am I not”

“When you’re arguing with Kelly” You chime into the conversation and smile at Max. He rolls his eyes and Kelly high fives you across the table.

Daniel chuckled and kissed your temple. You smile momentarily but meet Max’s glare and your smile fell. Alexandra watches you two and sends max a warning glare. He looks away quickly and keeps his attention on his plate.

The whole evening went rather smoothly after that. Lando didn’t drop any comments, Fewtrell kept his mouth shut and everyone had a great time.

At one point Lando and Daniel had sat together and talked. After a good half an hour, they shared a hug and Daniel came back to you.

You sipped your cocktail “He hasn’t killed you I see” He chuckled “No he hasn’t. Just gave me the typical older brother speech.” He said, pulling you into his side and smiling at you “Well, that’s Lando” Daniel nodded.

“So? What have you guys all been doing recently?” Pierre asked enthusiastically. Kika rolled her eyes smiling.

“Not much honestly. A lot of rest and a bit of skiing” Max said. Kelly nods “With me being so close to my due date, I hardly believe we would be doing much” She chuckled and he agreed.

Everyone answers around the same thing. Resting and a bit of vacation. Pierre now looks at you “I mean, I was in dubai with Lando, and then just meeting my friends and this idiot flew over here.” You nudge daniel who laughs “Idiot? Now that is not the way to treat your visitors!”

“My visitor? You’re here with Max, not me!” You chuckle “You flew over for him, no?” You raise an eyebrow. Max now looks at him playful expectantly “Yeah daniel, you’re here for me” Max says, crossing his arms.

Daniel rolls his eyes “Yeah yeah” You smile at him “You replaced max with me, that’s not very nice” You say in a scolding way but can’t hide your smirk.

“You’re impossible” “Then why is your arm still around me?” You raise an eyebrow, still smiling. He pulls his arm away and crossed them in front of his chest “Well, I guess I will be cold to you tonight, Norris” You shrug “Alright.”

Daniel looks at you shocked “Now that’s mean” “Mean? No.” You turn to Kika “Hey you” You say in a flirty tone. She tries to stifle her laughter “Hey” “You here often?” You wiggle your eyebrows at her, which she bursts out laughing at.

Pierre glares at you “That my girlfriend, you know” Kika turns to him “Do I know you?” Pierre sits up straight “Lando, keep your sister away from our girlfriends!”

Lando raises his hands “Not my problem.” He says with a smile “She’s my sister not my kid” You nod in agreement.

Daniel pulls you into his side again “Now, stop stealing his girlfriend. He’s about to burst, look at him” Daniel chuckled “Riccardo.” Pierre warns “Gaslyyyy” He smiles.

Pierre huffs “Pff.” Kika laughs and pulls Pierre’s head to her to his cheek. Her lipstick stains his cheek “See? All yours you drama queen” She laughs.

“Yeah yeah” He says but wraps his arm around her.

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It was already past midnight when all of you part ways. You hook your arm into Daniel’s, who waves Max goodbye. For the night, you two decided Daniel would sleep at your apartment.

“You know, I’m surprised Lando hasn’t said anything tonight” You look at daniel. He nods “I mean, I talked to him and all but it was kinda weird. There were so many moments for a comment. He didn’t take one opportunity.” You nod “I’m not complaining tho.”

He laughs “Definitely not. Not after the past weeks” You hum, looking at your feet. Daniel turns to you “Have we had a few to many cocktails with Kika?” You shake your head “Just trying not to fall. These are new heels”

Daniel stops all of the sudden and picks you up bridal style “Daniel!” You grip his shoulders and look behind him. Kika is laughing but taking pictures “Francisca Gomez!” You yell.

Daniel turns around with you in his arms and walks backwards “What are you doing?” He laughs “I took pictures, what else” She smiles. Daniel rolls his eyes but smiles “Can we walk forward please?” You say a bit panicked. Daniel turns back around and the other two walk next to you now.

You lay your head on his shoulder and don’t realise that your eyes feel heavy when they close for good. Kika askes you a question that you don’t answer, that is when Daniel finally looks at you and laughs “She’s asleep”

Kika raised her eyebrows “Seriously? My god” She laughs “Someone’s tired from stealing girlfriends” Pierre mumbles, which earns him a slap from kika on his arm.

He raises his hands in surrender “I’m just speaking my truth” “Yeah yeah. And I’m still calling you a drama queen.”

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Daniel sighs “Trouble, wake up. Come on” He says softly as you arrive at the front of your building. You open your eyes and look around “Hm?”

“You have the card to get inside” You nod and pull out the card.

You now stand in the elevator “Are your arms not tired?” He shakes his head “Not really” You chuckle and take a picture. He smiles “What are you doing?” “Nothing” You lean your head back on his shoulder and close your eyes.

“No sleeping yet, we still need to get in your apartment.” He chuckled “I won’t fall asleep until we get there, don’t worry. My eyes just hurt from the bright light” He hums.

He steps out of the elevator and walks down the hallway. You open your door and he kicks it close with his foot.

He sets you down on your bed and unties your heels. You don’t take your eyes off him “You’re staring” “You have a problem with that?” “Never said that” He looks up at you. You chuckle “Thought so”

He’s on his knees now and leans on your lap with his arms. His face close to yours “We’re messing with a very blurry line here, Daniel” He hums and his eyes flicker to your lips back to your eyes.

“Can I kiss you?” His voice is almost to quiet to understand but you do. You nod and his lips find yours in an instant. He gets up without breaking the kiss and leans over you on the bed, his hands resting next to your head.

“So? We’re totally still friends?” You ask in a teasing tone as he pulls away “Sure, If this is what you do with all your friends” You chuckle and look up at him “Why would I do that?”

“I was pretty sure you were gonna kiss Kika at one point. Maybe even just to piss of pierre” You laugh and throw your head back “you his face would’ve been golden!” Daniel falls on the bed next to you “Would’ve been worth millions”

He turns his head to you “I know you’re not over him yet” You look questioning at Daniel “Max”

“Can we not talk about him?” “We should. If we’re continuing with this, we need to be transparent” You sigh and look back at the ceiling “I don’t wanna think about him, okay? I’m here with you”

“Would you be if he wasn’t lando’s best friend? Are you sure you would’ve chosen me?” He asks. He turns onto his side so his whole body is facing you. You turn your head to him “I’m honestly not sure, I’m sorry dan”

He pushes a lose strand of hair behind your ear and shakes his head “I get it, don’t stress about it” He smiles softly. You look back at the ceiling “How long have you liked me?”

“Where does that come from?” “Just answer the question” Daniel sighs “A bit. But I swear I would’ve never acted on it if you didn’t do it first”

You nod and sit up “I’ll chance into something more comfy. There should be some clothes from Quadrant in that drawer. You can look if there’s something in your size if you’d like” You point to a drawer in your dresser. He nods.

-

You lay down next to Daniel, who opened his arms. You make yourself comfortable “Good night” “Good night, trouble” For a moment the room was simply filled with your even breathing.

“Dan?” “Hm?” “I won’t just let you fall because of Max” He looks at you and smiles softly. You peck his lips quickly. His arms tighten around you and he kisses your forehead “Go to sleep” He says softly.

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yn added to their story

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so..I may had a complete writers block in the middle of this, oops. Dw the next part will be out around 10 pm (europe time)

And also remember, this is only the 7th part. A lot can happen 👀👀

[dragqueenstarscream]

when I was watching TFP for the first time and got to Wheeljack's first episode, specifically when Arcee asks "hey Bulk, is that your boyfriend?" and Bulkhead doesn't deny it, in my head I was immediately like "oh, obviously the entire fandom ships those two."

like, there was no doubt in my mind that Bulkhead/Wheeljack is obviously the biggest ship in the fandom, how could they not be?

and then I kept watching, and Loose Cannons rolled around, and we literally got an "I love you" from Bulkhead, and like.

ok. Straight men should be able to say I love you to eachother without it being seen as gay. The platonic reading of these two is completely valid, and even if there's nothing romantic between them, it's still really commendable that this show was willing to let a man platonically say I love you to another man in 2011.

But also AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THEY'RE MARRIED YOUR HONOR.

So, the moment I finished the show and could safely browse the tag on Tumblr, I dove straight in expecting to see these two everywhere, but on my first dive in the maintag, I barely found anything. I was mostly in Knockout mode so I didn't really think too much about it at the time, but then a couple days later I tried out the tfp Wheeljack tag.

and I was like, huh, that's weird. Not seeing very much Bulkhead here. Like, I already knew I'd see a lot of him and Ratchet, they were fun in their little episode, and they have that cross-continuity appeal. Nothing wrong there. Ratchet can be his side hoe, I'm okay with that arrangement.

But then I realized I was seeing more of him with Ultra Magnus than with Bulk, and like. Part of it is that I still just hate Ultra Magnus, so I won't really get into it, but like. Some beefs can not be solved by fucking.

Whatever, so Bulkjack isn't the biggest top Wheeljack ship. I'm okay with that. Imma just go on the ship tag and have my fun there.

A few minutes in, I realized I'd already gotten 2-3 years deep in the tag. Huh, that's odd, I haven't been scrolling that long, why is it already 2021? Then I hit 2020... Then I hit 2019... and then 30 seconds after hitting 2019 I hit the bottom of the tag.

Nobody posted about this ship until 2015. Between then and 2020, there were only ten posts in the tag.

So I'm immediately like how is this a rarepair and then I remember oh yeah. Bulkhead is fat and played by a black guy. Of course the fandom only started caring about him yesterday.

All this to say... idek actually, I just like my wrecker husbands and need everyone to catch on to these two.

NAHHHHHH BECAUSE I'M RIGHT THERE WITH YOU

like i knew wheelratch was gonna be a popular ship, i saw it in the ao3 tags while hunting for starop, but when arcee asked bulkhead, "so who's the boyfriend?" and bulkhead didn't even deny it?? yeah, i deadass expected everyone to ship the fuck out of these two.

AND I DIDN'T EVEN REALIZE HE DROPPED AN I LOVE YOU IN LOOSE CANNONS... blame that on me watching transformers while on the treadmill and not paying attention lmao, but i went back to see and YEP. "sorry, jackie, it's because i love you" like WHAT??

so we've got bulkhead not denying that wheeljack's his boyfriend, bulkhead dropping an i love you, these two calling each other nicknames ("bulk" and "jackie"), whatever the hell this was

so i was honestly expecting the bulkjack tag on here to be much bigger than it was. but i had the same experience as you! i somehow managed to reach the bottom of the damn tag! i haven't even reached that with starop, and that's a rarepair, too! the fact that there's more content for ultra magnus x wheeljack... for shame!

yeah, i agree, these two need to have a lot more fanart, fanfiction, headcanons, they deserve more love! it's honestly shocking that there isn't more for them, because i've seen transformers fans ship for less.

and yeah, you're probably right about why people don't ship them as much. part of me wants to think that it's because bulkjack is relatively new in terms of transformers ships, but tfp released fifteen years ago. that's not an excuse anymore. as much as i hate to consider it, yeah. it wouldn't be surprising if bulkhead was less popular in the shipping department because he's both 1.) fat and 2.) played by a black man. he's not a skinny twink or a stereotypical bodybuilder the way ultra magnus is built. i'm not gonna sit here and say that everyone who ships wheeljack with someone other than bulkhead is doing it out of racism/fatphobia because hey, preferences are preferences, but... it wouldn't shock me if that's the reason for some people. i'll put it that way.

[melonisopod]

Heathcliff is Hareton (and why that's great)

I kind of like that Heathcliff in Limbus takes a few cues from Hareton and personality-wise has a bit more in common with Hareton than his book counterpart (at least as an adult). The back half of Wuthering Heights kind of sours me cause you have a narrative on how years of abuse turned Heathcliff into the monster he is but after a point he objectively crosses the line so far that he ends up doing far worse than his abusers ever did to him, and continues to keep doing worse. And the solution is...a white child from the Earnshaw bloodline is able to break free of Heathcliff's abuse where Heathcliff was not. And Heathcliff's own mixed-race son is a sniveling coward who only pretends to be nice to gain access to the Earnshaw's estate.

Heathcliff in the book isn't allowed to be free of the abuse, or rather, he chooses to become far worse than his own abusers. In the book, the non-white characters end up being the most monstrous and in a way, proving the Earnshaws right. Hareton, who was raised to be crass and uncultured, manages to free himself and by extension the Earnshaws/Lintons from the "curse" that is Heathcliff's influence, while Linton Heathcliff is not, and that *really* rubbed me the wrong way.

Now in Limbus Company, they can't really cover two generations' worth of story in the span of one chapter and instead opt for multiverse shenanigans, so "our" Heathcliff and Catherine take a few cues from the book's second generation. Heathcliff is compared to Hindley, both of them clinging to their childhood traumas and spiraling downward into Distortion, but Heathcliff was able bounce back and not let that trauma and abuse define him. Erlking pretends to be his friend only to later turn on him and drive him into Distorting the same way the older Heathcliff influences Hareton to behave as a crass and uncultured low-life while gaining his trust. In the end, it's Heathcliff and Catherine who are able to break the cycle of misery that kept them apart in every other timeline, just like Hareton and Cathy 2 break the cycle of generational abuse and fall in love. Heathcliff, like Hareton, is able to better himself while Erlking is dead set on remaining an embittered phantom of vengeance against the Earnshaws.

(As an aside, Linton Edgar melts himself down to form a new vessel for Erlking to take over in our world...in other words, he becomes Linton Heathcliff!)

So, while Canto 6 was far from perfect, it "fixed" for me a more glaring problem the book had with portraying a man of color victimized by racism, where instead of turning him into an abuser himself (while the white child he tries to groom into a fellow abuser ends up breaking free) Limbus lets the man of color victimized by racism break free off that abuse, not let it define him, and gain a support system. Limbus' Heathcliff is allowed to heal in ways that were denied the book's version.

[roseworth]

Who do you think Rose's best friends in her age group are? Or should be?

well its a complicated question because i am in a constant battle with dc as to what her age group actually is. but everything i say is canon forever

first of all obviously i have to say bart allen. thats her bestie that is one of the only people she gives a shit about thats her buddy!!! ive said before that the real tragedy of bart & rose is that they just keep barely missing each other, because they meet when rose is too busy mourning her mom to make friends, then the next time they see each other is right before slade starts drugging her, then when she finally joins the team its right before bart gets aged up then dies (or whatever happened to him in oyl idk). then when they finally are on the same team at the same time the universe resets 2 weeks later :( but theyre still friends !! to me!!!! i dont care if its been 15 years theyre still besties ok

the next obvious one is eddie bloomberg <333 he is pretty much the only person on the teen titans that she consistently likes and he likes her :( she fights with literally everyone but eddie is always there for her AND always defends her when people come for her :(((( AND every time hes in danger she drops everything to find him and ouggghhgghh..... but she wasnt there when he died and we never actually get to see her reaction to his death and that kills me every day forever

anyways. sigh. the next one is jason. as much as i think he should stay away from her unfortunately they are besties and i love their dynamic 😔 i am never abandoning my "theyre just friends but she thinks its funny to pretend theyre fucking" headcanon which makes all their interactions so iconic to me. ive talked extensively about my thoughts on jayrose here so i wont go into it again but. as much as i fear for rose's characterization i DO love it when they interact </3 i want them to keep showing up together if their relationship stays ambiguous

NEXT. this one is a little bit less canon but still canon to me. connor hawke. in the secret version of robin 2021 in my head, connor & rose become besties on the island because theyre the "big kids" who are around the same age while damian & the others are like 14 so these two end up bonding. i also think rose would think it was awesome that connor was able to kill her so easily (bc the only other person who could was respawn and he only did it because he got a cheap shot while her back was turned) and then she'd be a little disappointed once she found out that connor actually doesnt kill anyone outside of the tournament. but shed still like him a lot i think bc she does tend to get along with people who dont like to kill. half the hero community looks at rose and goes "i could fix her" while she is actively making herself worse

also obviously i have to say cassie. its hard to consider them "friends" since theyre constantly fighting but i blame sean mckeever for that. theyre FRIENDS they actually do get along and so much of their arguments are really just flirting bickering :( their love language is being mean to each other but they actually do like each other ok!!!!! you have to believe me because i love them

and toni monetti!!! shoutout to the only female character rose has ever had only positive interactions with for more than 1 panel

and! i have a lot less evidence for these next few but its real to me

first of all mia dearden. they've had one interaction ever but that was enough to convince me they should be friends. this is so so important to me theyre besties and i know it

also stephanie brown. they've only been in the same room on panel once but i just know theyre secretly besties. and rose has called her cute so its yuri too

and finally. the one that i have the least evidence for is lorena marquez. you guys just have to believe me that they would be best friends. just knowing the two characters i just know they would get along so well if they were only given the chance... they could be haters together :(

anyways in conclusion rose needs more girl friends. most of the people she Actually gets along with are men and im sick and tired of it. let her make friends with girls. or better yet..... let her make out with girls

[alwayslurkinginthebackground]

Sleepless - A "Kissing You" Drabble

Pairing: Frankie Morales x f!reader Warnings: I'm gonna go with M. There's brief mention of spice here, but nothing exceptionally graphic. Still, it's mentioned. Word Count: 1279 Prompt #33: Soft kisses while cuddling in bed. a/n: For Frankie's Wife. I hope you feel better soon. <3

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You can't sleep.

It's not that you haven't tried to sleep, because you have. You strategically put your phone on the other side of the room hours ago, sprayed your pillow with a lavender mist that was supposed to help you relax, made a cup of chamomile tea, and settled into your bed with a book to wind down for the evening. You did everything you were supposed to do, and yet hours later you're still tossing and turning beneath the down comforter that simultaneously leaves you too hot and too cold at the same time. With a huff, you turn once more to glance at the clock beside your bed, the only light you've allowed to permeate your space reading 1:58 a.m.

Five hours. 300 fucking minutes spent naming countries that start with each letter of the alphabet and counting metaphorical sheep in a last-ditch effort to get some rest.

At this point though you know there's no reason to continue frustrating yourself by staring at the dark depths of the ceiling above your head, so you flip on the TV, squinting as the light blinds you momentarily. It doesn't take you long to scroll through the channels, clicking the button repeatedly until you pass something familiar and hit the back button.

Minutes later you've retrieved your phone, Frankie's number dialed and the line ringing.

"Cariño?" Frankie questions, his voice rough. It cracks slightly as he continues, "are you okay?"

The guilt hits you instantly, the realization that normal people are actually asleep at two in the morning settling in and you quickly backtrack. "Shit, sorry. You were sleeping."

He clears his throat on the other end of the line, "No, no. It's fine. What's wrong?"

You're suddenly silent, and you can hear the quiet rustle of his bedsheets as he shifts his position. He likes to sleep on his stomach, usually draped over your torso with his face pressed into the valley between your breasts, but you'd be willing to be that he's on his back now, raking a hand through his mess of hair in an attempt to wake up for your benefit.

"I can't sleep," you finally blurt out, "and I turned on the TV and When Harry Met Sally is on and it just made me think of you and..."

"Hey, slow down for a second," he laughs, the sound of his voice ringing in your ear and immediately soothing you in a way the chamomile never can. There's a beat of silence and then suddenly you hear the soft hum of his own TV turning on. "What channel?"

A smile creeps across your face as you tell him, Meg Ryan's voice echoing through the phone and matching the way she's talking about Casablanca on your own screen. "You're not actually watching it, are you?"

"Figured it was better than that dream I had again where I'm making love and the Olympic judges are watching. I'd nailed the..."

"Frankie shut up," you giggle as he continues to repeat the line he's had memorized since the first time you made him watch the film. He has you in a laughing fit in seconds, restarting the line over in time with the movie when the scene plays soon after. You discuss your hunt for the perfect white sweater, talk about how Billy Crystal looks superior with a beard, and debate the legitimacy of how women actually sound, which mostly turns into Frankie reminding you about the way he made you scream last weekend when he had you pressed against the kitchen counter.

By the time New Year's Eve rolls around at the end of the movie, he's quoting line for line again, except he replaces each of Harry's examples with what he loves about you. That he loves how 80 degrees is too warm for you, and that you always check the menu and know what you're ordering eight hours before arriving at the restaurant. You're faintly aware of him reminding you about the way your eyes crinkle at the edges when he makes you smile and how he loves that you smell like lavender, even though you actually hate the scent and just won't admit it. When the channel starts to roll into Sleepless in Seattle, your eyes have drifted shut, letting the sound of your boyfriend narrating the movie lull you to sleep.

When you wake hours later, you're blinded by the sunlight shining through the curtains and directly onto your face, heating your skin. Your hazy mind struggles to remember if you added your weighted blanket to your bed the night before, only when you shift to block the sun you realize that you most definitely did not.

"Frankie?"

He groans softly, nestling his face further into the soft fabric of your t-shirt. "Still asleep," he mumbles, "someone kept me up all night."

You run your fingers through his hair, pushing the unruly curls back from his forehead. "I don't seem to remember you being in my bed when I fell asleep."

His gaze is warm when he shifts to rest his chin on your chest. "You fell asleep on me," he explains, "and then I couldn't sleep."

It's impossible not to laugh. "That still doesn't explain how you ended up in my bed, Francisco."

Frankie smirks as he presses kiss after kiss along your body until he's rolling on his back at your side, pulling you against him and guiding your lips to his gently. You sigh as you melt into him, lazily matching his rhythm.

"You still haven't answered my question," you remind him, your lips still brushing against his. He draws a smile to your face as he guides you back in, his hand leading your motions as he kisses you again.

"Maybe I just needed to be with you to fall back asleep," he explains once you've tucked your head into the crook of his neck. "Or maybe..." he continues slowly, his lips tracing along your forehead as he speaks, "maybe when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible."

It takes a moment, your mind turning his words over and over in his head until you start to realize that maybe he isn't just quoting Billy Crystal anymore. "Frankie?"

He hums, but you know he's grinning before you even pull back to see his expression. "Yes, love?"

It feels like your heart is going to pound out of your chest as you will yourself to ask the next question. "Are you just quoting the movie again?"

Your boyfriend seems to consider this for a moment before he shifts again, reaching over to the table on the side of the bed he's claimed as his own. You wait, moving to sit with your legs crossed as you watch him retrieve something from the drawer. He turns back to you, "I was going to do this differently, but..."

He doesn't get a chance to finish the sentence because you're on him immediately, hands cupping his cheeks and holding him as close as possible as you seal your lips to his. "Yes," you whisper, just a breath away when you both come up for air.

"I haven't even asked yet," Frankie laughs.

"Doesn't matter," you return, because it's the easiest answer you've ever given even without the question to precede it. "You don't need to ask me if I want to spend the rest of my life with you because you know you make it impossible to hate you. Which means," you kiss him again, "the answer will always be yes."

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[hakka84]

I did see OP's post in the tag but I fail to make coherent post. Glad someone else did reply. :D

Interesting reading. My two cents.

I don't think I 100% on your reading of Silver Age Warren. I remember him quite sure of himself and never shy of his mutant power (wings). Actually, he was annoyed that he had to hide them and he did hide them because he knew he couldn't afford to show them - not because he was ashamed. There's a scene in the storyline where his father gets killed, in which he returns home by slipping through the window, and he monologues over why he needs to hide because he needs to appear "normal" to society, not because he feels uncomfortable. In Silver Age we're introduced to a very (over)confident teen, to the point of arrogance, and it's only through the series - and all the times he gets kidnapped/knockedout/needs-to-be-saved - that we see this side of him slowly peeled away to reveal the Warren inside. I'm barely awake at this hour, and my memory might be playing tricks on me, but I don't remember Warren ever been acting conflicted on his power. Again, as I said, he hid because he didn't trust society to be ready to be outed as a mutant, but he wasn't ashamed. I think only later material played on this (First Class- but also the time-displaced you mentioned. Also Season One I think) but not the original X-Men series.

"Another missed opportunity to me is Warren coming out publicly as a mutant. It's a throwaway line in Champions (1975)."

I always read the scene as him finally being free of coming out because he now doesn't have a family to protect anymore. To be fair, I got my hands on Champions only after Hidden Years so I knew that Warren was fully orphaned at that point and this knowledge has influenced the interpretation of the scene. (I do wonder what Marvel was smoking back then. Warren lost his father - in a very tragic way - but they have him cheer and celebrate because he inherited money? I mean, I lost my dad in June 2023 and today I've still haven't got the courage to go to the notary because I can't bear the thought of his/our house becoming officially mine, let alone celebrate over the inheritance!)

"While before he'd been afraid of him[Apocalypse] and worried about the mind control returning"

Warren has stopped being afraid of Apocalypse since he rebelled the first time (and I'm not even sure he has ever been afraid of Apocalypse even when he still was his loyal Death). X-cutioner's Song features a wonderful interaction between them (and the first time Apocalypse starts to refer to him as "son"* - other than the "The Apocalypse Manifesto" file in X-Factor #65), and Warren finally shows he's over him. Apocalypse's shadows stays with him, sure, but he's never really been afraid of the big guy.

*one day I'll collect my thoughts over the one-sided parental relationship between Apocalypse and Warren and how much damage the introduction of the Children/Original Horsemen narrative damaged this and, fundamentally, ruined the uniqueness of Warren's journey as Archangel as compared to the other X-people who were turned into Horsemen after him.

Can't excuse you that you didn't mention that jewel that is Giant- Size X-men: Angel. I think it's in there that he finally comes together and accepts what he is. Sure, perhaps Tini Howards had this growth planned for him in X-Corp but - sigh. (why weren't we given any insight on how he felt after his ordeal in Dark X-Men, why!! 🤬)

One point you didn't touch, @worthington-iii, and that I would love to hear your thoughts about is how Warren longs for stability and a family. Might be biased for the pair, but during the wedding of Brian Braddock, there's this scene in which - as the vows are read - we see Warren looking intensely at Betsy - hinting that he feels the same. And that tracks with how and why Warren suddenly breaks up with Betsy few months later. But other than a "married" family, he longs for a family of his own, he's so, so in need of that - and usually he searches for that feeling with the O5 (especially with Jean and Scott) and how much he's lost when he's put in a title where there's no O5er with him. Oh, yes, another point: how if you peel away his "playboy mask" you get a man who falls deep for a woman. (and the reason why I don't agree with Simmons throwing away the previously-established solid relationship with Candy with the "I tolerated your philandering" line - feels so OOC for him at this point)

Anyway. All in all, and different interpretations apart, I loved this analysis.

SOMEBODY GIVE ME YOUR CHARACTER BREAK DOWNS

I NEED TO LEARNNNN

SOMEONE GIVE ME THEIR ANALYSIS ON THE PSYCHOLOGY OF WARREN PLEASE

I WANNA LEARN HOW DEEP CHARACTERS GO

If you’ve been desperate to tell someone about a character you’ve dug into

TELL ME

as long as it’s a Marvel Character I’ll listen

And I’ll even take select DC characters but don’t push it.

[we-are-not-a-number]

Tldr; Biologists would be amused by Trump's executive order wording, if it wasn't in law erasure of trans and intersex people and the dangerous precedent that it sets, as it lacks a foundation of basic biology and legally declared every American as female.

Clearly, this order is not fully informed by current biological science,” said Dr. Richard Bribiescas, president of the Human Biology Association.“It is the policy of the United States to recognize two sexes, male and female,” reads the order. “These sexes are not changeable and are grounded in fundamental and incontrovertible reality. Under my direction, the Executive Branch will enforce all sex-protective laws to promote this reality.” Trump’s action is part of the GOP’s yearslong efforts to stoke fears about transgender people and push them out of public spaces. In effect, the order means the U.S. government will no longer provide any money or contracts to groups or people that it considers to be “promoting gender ideology.” Federal agencies will now only issue passports and visas that offer “female” or “male” sex markers, and these will be based on the person’s assigned sex at birth. The order also bans taxpayer money from being used for gender-affirming care.

The executive order punches down a particularly vulnerable community; trans people only make up about 1.6% of adults in the U.S. But on a more technical level, the way it’s been written is so embarrassingly ignorant of basic human biology that it would be laughable if its effects weren’t so harmful.

In its strangely constructed definitions of “female” and “male,” the order states that a person’s gender is defined by the size of a “reproductive cell” at the moment of conception, a stage when all embryos are phenotypically female. In other words, it appears that Trump just declared all Americans are femaleThis language, which is the basis for interpreting the entire executive order, is so sloppily written that it could end up being grounds for legal challenges. “There are many reasons why this Executive Order is legally vulnerable, and the definitions themselves are just one part,” Karen Loewy, senior counsel and director of constitutional law practice at Lambda Legal, a legal group focused on LGBTQ+ rights, said in an email.So how badly did Trump officials butcher their attempt to lump everyone into two sexes? Did the president really just make us all women? HuffPost reached out to seasoned biologists around the country to help make sense of Trump’s definitions of sex, gender and “reproductive cells.” They don’t know what he’s talking about, either.

“Lots of folks are wondering the same thing!” Dr. Francisco Diaz, director of the Center for Reproductive Health and Biology at Pennsylvania State University, said of the Trump White House’s understanding of how biology works.Embryos are “neither male nor female” by Trump’s definition, Diaz said, since there are no germ cells present at conception. Germ cells are reproductive cells that later become eggs and sperm, and that are set aside early in embryonic development. “How about men after vasectomies? No germ cells there, are they still male?” asked Diaz, who is also an associate professor of reproductive biology at the university. ”Are postmenopausal women still female?”

“Not a super tight definition!” he concluded. “The ‘at conception’ wording seems forced to define personhood as beginning at conception and not really to define sex.”

Republicans for years have tried to legislate their personal beliefs about life beginning at conception. They’ve introduced versions of a bill called the Life at Conception Act 13 times since 2011. These efforts have almost certainly influenced the “conception” language in Trump’s latest executive action.

Dr. Richard Bribiescas, an anthropology professor at Yale University and the president of the Human Biology Association, said the order’s definitions of “sex” and “gender” ignore all kinds of variations that take place in human development. “Woman/man, boy/girl are gender identities that do not necessarily align with biological characteristics of sex,” he said in an email. “Genders are components of human variation that are influenced by culture, identity, and many other non-biological factors. To illustrate the difference between sex and gender, we can talk about male/female chimpanzees (our closest evolutionary relative) but it would be non-sensical to discuss chimpanzee women, men, boys or girls.”

Trump’s definitions of “female” and “male” are also flawed, said Bribiescas, because he is tying them to something called “anisogamy” in biology, or the observation that females of some species, including humans, tend to produce larger gametes (the reproductive cells that come from germ cells) compared to males.Anisogamy is not a universal rule in biology, he said. But Trump’s executive order defines females as people belonging to the sex that produces “the large reproductive cell” and males belonging to the sex that produces “the small reproductive cell.”The size of a person’s gametes is “just one characteristic among many (ie., genetic, hormonal, developmental, physical) that is used to describe sex,” Bribiescas said. “Clearly, this order is not fully informed by current biological science.”

This executive order “is highly problematic from a biological standpoint because it overly simplifies what we know to be an incredibly complicated developmental process,” said Dr. Josh Snodgrass, a professor of anthropology and global health at the University of Oregon. “It’s just not that simple from a genetic standpoint, and then becomes even more complicated with time under the influence of hormones, environmental exposures, and social experiences.”

Snodgrass, the past president of the Human Biology Association, noted that Trump’s order also doesn’t account for people who are intersex, which means they are born with genitals, chromosomes or reproductive organs that don’t fit into the typical male/female sex binary.“This reads to me as coming from people who desperately want the world to be simple — for sex to be a simple binary and for us to return to some imagined time when this was more broadly accepted,” he said. “The problem is that it’s not only science that shows us that human biological variation is more complicated, but other cultures do and have also appreciated this for thousands of years.”

Snodgrass added that there is one more thing missing from the executive order that belongs in all conversations about sex and gender: empathy. “The authors of this executive order seem like they are trying to twist science to fit their worldview, but that this worldview is painfully out of step with reality,” he said.