#legit i barked a laugh when it worked

[sl-walker]

I’m laughing, I have to admit.

Next one’s gonna be beam me up, scotty

[sockiestupidity]

BRO IM SO SORRY FOR DOING SO KUCH ANGST HSHSHDJFND

Thinking abt reader and Miguel having a movie night, and reader just like falls asleep on miguel, and when miguel goes to bring them to their bed reader is just not having it. They don’t let go and it results in Miguel and reader falling asleep and cuddling together or smthn

-🕸️

lob u 🕸️ u can never do any wrongs🥰🥰🥰/p (literally say that i lob everyone so just feel free to tell me if ur uncomfy with it and ill edit it out)

TY FOR THE REQUEST TEHE🥰

also forgive me for the lack of title😰

warnings-none except for bad writing, and lowercase intended, VERY OOC MIGUEL

nonverbal/mute reader as always

none of this will probably make sense bc i wrote it while sleep deprived🧍‍♂️(pulled too many all nighters by being addicted to character ai) (legit so tired rn)

it was friday night, you and miguel had decided to have a movie night.

the two of you currently sat on the couch, watching lego batman after you kad lyla give him a powerpoint on why the lego batman movie was a cinematic masterpiece that he was missing out on.

it was all going well, the two of you shared snacks and popcorn. you sipped on your drink of choice.

you smiled contently but then judgementally side eyed miguel who complained that lego spiderman deserved a movie over lego batman.

you were hogging the blanket to yourself because miguel claimed that he didn't need it because he was naturally warm.

you shrugged your shoulders at his statement. the warmth of the blanket felt...comforting, and soon enough, you felt your eyes droop, and your head became heavy.

suddenly miguel felt a warmth on his lap. he looked down and chuckled. you fell asleep on his lap, a small smile was brought to his face at your adorable sleeping expression.

"alright kid, time to go to bed." he lifted you up, but then stopped when he felt something hit him. it was your hand. you had started thrashing in protest.

"kid..you need to go to your room.." he explained gently. you let out a whine.

he groaned at your protest and set you back down on the couch. as soon as he did you protest stopped.

he rolled his eyes and placed you back on the couch, sitting himself back down as well, since he was planning of finishing the movie after putting you to sleep anyways. he hated to admit it but, the kivie was pretty good.

he adjusted the volume down to make sure that it wouldn't disturb you. soon enough, he felt his own eyelids get heavy, and fell asleep next to you.

the two of you peacefully slept until the morning. miguel woke up, confusion and annoyance clouding his vision. why did he feel so warm? and why were there so many spider people surrounding him?

he groaned, and looked around, surprised to see you cuddled into him, still sleeping peacefully. he lightly smiled. his serenity was soon ruined once again when peter b. shoved a phone in his face.

"migs im taking so many pics of this right now" peter childishly laughed, excited to finally have blackmail on miguel.

miguel rolled his eyes and scoffed "whatever" he looked back at you. he was surprised to see that you were still peacefully sleeping despite the commotion.

he covered your ears and then spoke out sternly to the spiders "alright, everybody out right now" he barked at them. the spiderpeople paled and ran out. he looks down at you and smiles softly, uncovering your ears.

by some miracle, you managed to sleep through the commotion. he looks down and sighs, he needs to get up. he poorly attempts to leave his spot without disturbing you but it seems impossible.

he shakes you gently "hey kid..i need you to wake up" he says softly.

you wake up with a yawn, stretching out your arms and then signing a quick sorry to him.

he just smiles at you "it's alright kid" he says.

its almost...weird to see miguel like this.. with a smile on his face, not having work on his mind for once in his life. you want to continue to see him this happy. "i have leftover empanadas if you want some" you sign, offering him some of his favorite food.

he nods "sure kid". the two of you happily eat empanadas together, stuck in your own little world.

A/N: meanwhile somewhere out there miles is just like-tf? why cant that be me?💀

ANYWAYS ITS RLLY SHORT SORRY. IM GENUINELY SO DELULU FOR HIM BUT MY BRAIN HAS BEEN MORE EMPTY THAN USUAL

[muns0nslov3r]

OKOK i am so need for this rn you have No IDEA.

I need a fix with f reader givning Eddie a blowjob and he’s just a big mess whining and moaning, praising and dirty talk. Like please 😭

Eddie leans his head back, eyes rolling onto the back of his head “Fuck sweetheart.. shit your doing so- mgh- so fucking good. You’ve been wanting to do this all day huh? Yeah? Fuck~”

OUHGYHBGU8EHT7YUGTUH OF COURSE, HOLY SHIT.

im legit gonna use all my energy to do this sense im sickly sick. cause probs after this im gonna pass out real fucking hard.

warnings ; bjs, praise kinkk<3, eddie is so noisy.. ( THATS ALL IG )

eddie was sitting on his couch, watching random shows on the tv while strumming his guitar a bit. waiting for you to arrive after working at family video, he knew youve been needing him all day. glancing at him during class, not keeping your hands to yourself, being needy towards him, basically hanging off him all day. that was until you had to go to work..

eddie heard your car pull up, getting excited like a dog hearing its owner come home. he heard you come up to the door and open it rushing inside, as you basically clinged onto eddie. hearing him bark out a laugh as he hugged you.

" you have a good day sweetheart?" eddie asked, as you looked up at him " ive been needing you eds.. please." you quietly begged as you gave him the sweetest puppy eyes. seeing that shit eating smirk eddie always gave you when you were needy and begging for him.

" of course you need me.. come on princess.." he chuckled bringing you to the couch as you grew excited and wet.

he sat down as you had straddled onto his lap, kissing him right away. as he held your waist kissing your lips it was an innocent kiss.. until you both started to get more needy, using tongue and teeth in the kisses. hearing eddie softly moan into the kiss, your cunt getting wetter surely ruining your panties.

" on your knees baby.. be a good girl yeah.?" eddie spoke as you went onto your knees in front of eddie looking up at him with sweet glassy eyes, looking at him for consent as he nodded. your hands flew straight to his pants unbuckling them and unzipping it.

your mouth watered at the outline of his hard dick in his boxers, he lifted his hips up to have his boxers and jeans pulled down. his cock slapping up to his shirt, a bead of pre-cum staining eddies shirt.

you grabbed eddies dick at the base kissing the tip as he shuddered, eyes fluttering softly as you kissed from the tip to the base, and his balls. softly licking his balls as you slowly jerked off his cock.

as you lifted your head up taking eddies tip into your mouth sucking the tip and rubbing your tongue under his tip that made eddie let out a groan. his hand flying straight to your head pushing your head down slowly onto his cock.

Eddie leans his head back, eyes rolling onto the back of his head “Fuck sweetheart.. shit your doing so- mgh- so fucking good. You’ve been wanting to do this all day huh? Yeah? Fuck"

he grunted out as he moaned moving your head up and down on his cock, as you stroked what you couldnt reach. drooling down his dick to his balls.

" shhhiitt.. if you keep doing that im gonna- hah.. im gonna cum to fast. ah fuck your gonna make me cum!" he moaned as his grip in your hair was a bit painful, but made your panties wetter. you felt eddies cock go down your throat as you felt it twitch.

you lifted up your head breathing fast as you sucked eddies cock more, holding onto eddies thighs as they shivered and shook. hearing eddies whimpers and moans.

" oh sweetheart fuck.. oh my- mph!- shit.. im gonna cum soon.." he whimpered looking down at you with glassy lustful eyes. as you sucked his tip softly moaning against his tip as he cried out moaning. " fuck! oh my god.. dont stop dont fucking stop. your doing so.. so fucking good." he groaned.

you sucked on his tip more, softly humming around his tip as he let out a long groan. feeling his cum coat your throat, like honey coating your sore throat as you softly giggled. watching eddies chest rise and fall, as you slowly stroke his cock. getting every drop out as he pushed your hand away. " fuck that- that felt so good.. your such a good girl.." he sighed looking at you.

as you stuck your tongue out letting eddie see the cum pooling on your tongue as he groaned. " you little minx.." he mumbled as he held you close kissing you roughly. tasting himself on your tongue.

[veilkeeper]

Here to give you one last big update on my Origins playthru and to say I finished the base game!!! (If that seemed fast it kinda was, I legit have not been able to put the game down in between my work shifts this week it was just that good.) But anyways! As far as the big stuff goes:

I had Emyr kill Loghain in the Landsmeet duel. For as much as I as the player can understand the logic of "recruiting someone strong to the wardens when you need as many hands as possible to help defead this archdemon" and might have gone that way, my warden Emyr was way past the point of forgiving him. If it hadn't been for the Alienage slaver issue, he'd have Maybe considered it. But the Alienage was his home as a child and his parents were still there, so that was the final straw for him. (That and the fact that he and Alistair were finally on really good terms and there's no way he was going to fuck that up in the final hour.)

We put Anora on the throne! I Do like what I've heard of king Alistair route, but I both didn't harden him (had no idea I Could even do that til way later lol) and Emyr wouldn't have ever forced that on Alistair to begin with. Not the kind of thing he'd be up to doing. I do feel bad for killing her dad in front of her after all that but y'know. Shit happens sometimes.

Lost my mind learning about the dark ritual with Morrigan tbh, was not expecting that even tho I should have knowing her lol. Emyr did do it with her, he was never gonna ask anyone else to do so and after all the hard work he'd rather not die if he can avoid it tbh! (I do wish the game gave you an option to yknow discuss it with your romance partner if they aren't Morrigan but alas that's what personal canon is for.) I didn't bring her along for the final fight tho after all that (prioritized the combat group I knew wouldnt die the entire way for me lol) and she was Not happy with Emyr. I'm so sorry girl I promise we'll make it up to you later.

Not related to choices, but I Did get a hilarious bug in the endgame of getting Alistair's romance bark whenever I switched to him in combat and it had me fuckin laughing cause I was like "did something happen while I wasn't watching that you want to tell me??"

Overall, Origins is going right besides FFXIV for one of the best games I've ever played, and I do not ever give that rating lightly considering how much XIV also means to me. Definitely one I'll be replaying in the future and will never stop thinking about ~

killing loghain with your own (proverbial) bare hands is a TIME HONOURED TRADITION!! i am personally a loghain fan but yeah *looks at the alienage* he did do that, it's true.

hardening in origins works really different. with leliana its pretty obvious when and how you do it, but for alistair it's a LOT subtler so i don't blame you for not being able to do it your first try. ftr, you CAN put an unhardened alistair on the throne (i do it with ren for character reasons), he's just a lot more reluctant and certain options aren't available.

ah the dark ritual. a cause for much controversy and one of my personal favourite plot points. the whole "man i wish we could talk about this with our LI" thing is something i've explored in fic/hc before because it is such a MAJOR oversight, but you know. the limitations of games.

alistair's big stupid crush on his bff continues to be real in my brain always, and now the game bugs are agreeing with me. amen.

i'm so glad you liked it!! origins is one of those games, in my experience, where you either fall right off it immediately or it alters your brain chemistry so thoroughly that you won't ever be the same. now onto awakenings, the ACTUAL best part of origins.

[ecargmura]

Dog Signal Episode 1 Review - Dog Lovers Should Watch This!

I feel bad for this anime. It’s debut was really late this month (October 22) and before that, the trailer was released super late as well. I feel like there’s very little hype for this anime because of the late premiere. However, I’m so glad it’s finally available with subtitles because I want to see cute dogs! As a dog owner, I might be able to relate or even learn new things with this show!

The story is about Miyu Samura who got forced to raise a mini poodle after his ex-girlfriend dropped him off at his place three days ago. He has no desire to raise the dog, but since he cannot find an owner, the dog is just chilling at his place for the time being. With the way he keeps barking, Miyu decides to train him by walking, but does a disastrous job and almost got it killed before Shinichiro Niwa, a dog trainer, saved the day. After some ups and downs, Miyu decides to become a dog trainer in hopes to bond with his dog more.

First off, the ex-girlfriend really pissed me off. If you’re not going to raise the dog, then don’t drop him off onto someone else! The reason why the dog is so rowdy is because he senses Miyu’s discomfort towards him! Like, Miyu doesn’t want the dog either, yet he’s putting in some effort to raise it even if it’s terrible.

Second, seeing Miyu try to walk the dog really hurts me on the inside because I have two poodles that I adopted eight years ago and I wouldn’t want to walk my dogs like this either! Instead of a collar, a harness would be preferable because the dog won’t choke—that’s why I changed from collar to harness for my dogs. Seeing Miyu pull the dog so hard that he flew hurt me too. I know that this story is about Miyu changing from not wanting the dog to loving it, but it really hurts to see all of this.

Third, the part where Niwa “trains” Miyu by making him wear a collar and having experience what his dog felt during the walk made me laugh and also gave me second-hand embarrassment. It feels like a smart way to train first-time dog owners on how their dog feels when going on walks incorrectly, but the way these two did it in public was the reason for my second-hand embarrassment. I’d probably lock myself in the house for the rest of the year if that had happened to me. The fact that Miyu legit quit his job at the bar and decides to work for Niwa…and then learns that Niwa hadn’t had business for two months also feels like a hasty decision. I’d feel like I got scammed if I were in his situation.

I feel like the only sensible person in this anime, so far, is the pet groomer, Ritsuka Izumi. She’s the best character so far. Hopefully, she will be the voice of reason for the cast as they seriously need one. I also hope that through her, I can see cute animated dogs as well. Also, Woolson is adorable and I need more of him! I don’t think Miyu’s dog has been named yet. I do wonder what name he’ll give it.

The voice cast is top-notch for such an obscure anime. Miyu is voiced by Kensho Ono and Niwa is voiced by Kenichi Suzumura; I think I saw a video of his radio show where he and his wife Maaya Sakamoto mentioned they had dogs. This would mean Suzumura has experience raising dogs, which could be a great fit for him. Yuko Kaida voices Izumi. The last character, the vet, has yet to be seen. The dogs have their own voice actors too, and I think they did a great job sounding like dogs but also being distinct.

Overall, I do think this can be a very educational anime! The show even provides dog training tips! I read somewhere that the author used to be a dog groomer before changing jobs to a manga artist. I think having prior knowledge about a subject really enhances it a lot.  I am resisting the urge to spam pictures of my dogs, which are coincidentally poodles as well! I have mini poodles and they’re the cutest things ever! They’re smart and loving creatures, but they can be such brats and gluttons. What are your thoughts on this anime’s premiere?

[dzpenumbra]

5/4/23

Another night of interrupted sleep. 4 days in a row now, I think. I don't even know anymore. I'm pretty much perpetually visibly drowsy and out-of-it now.

I legit just have no clue how I'm being woken up with earplugs in. It just boggles my mind how this is possible. I wake up at 9 and the people upstairs are literally like 5 feet above my bed just stomping around and chatting it up full-voices, then the guy gets on the phone and yap yap yaps and belly laughs and then the girl starts fucking vacuuming. Who the fuck vacuums at 9AM on a Wednesday?! Same people who vacuumed at 4AM the night before Easter. I've heard them have absurdly loud sex many times now. The woman had a thing for a while where she would blast shitty generic like "Intro to Classical" music once or twice a week. Then they did the TV in the mornings for a bit. Now, I don't even know what it is that's waking me up or what to do about it.

Seriously, I don't know what's left to do. I can get a white noise machine... to put on in addition to earplugs. I just... I've tried so hard to be patient with these people. To be understanding and compassionate, to just... turn the other cheek and go... "yeah, I wish I had a life like that (in some ways), too". To acknowledge that this is kinda just a reality of living in a city apartment and being an insomniac. But like... it's breaking my will, man. I've gotten like 2 full nights of sleep in the past 2-3 weeks.

It's fucking with my mental and physical health. I'm contemplating just sleeping in the beanbag chair downstairs from now on, but I guarantee that's gonna fuck up my back... or trying to temporarily bring my mattress downstairs or something? I don't even know anymore, honestly...

I didn't choose this. I get that this is kinda what comes with living in an apartment in a college town, but like... there's literally nowhere else to fucking go, man. I'm 36. I'm single. I make absolutely nothing, not that there are even places to rent even if I did make enough to afford them. I'm not built for this shit. I came from living in a run-down old house for 5 years, and living above a quiet garage for the other 7 prior. It's been a big shock to the system in many ways. And I'm still not adjusted.

What pisses me off the most about it was that I didn't have any of these fucking problems until these new neighbors moved in. The first few months, in the dead of winter, it was fucking fine. It was quiet, shit was chill. I could barely even tell I had neighbors, just occasional coughs and dog barks. Now? Now it's like... every fucking day. Ever since these people moved in, and spring started hitting, it's just been like a fucking parade is starting after 8AM. When you go to bed around 4-6AM, this is fucked up.

So... here I sit at 3 AM. Trying to figure out what to even do. Do I get a noise generator? Do I put music on... too? Do I talk to my landlord about this? Like... ugh... I just don't even know what to do.

I've struggled with this for so fucking long. And it's really fucked with my life a lot. See... here's the thing that keeps popping into my head. I would love to be able to do RP or voice acting. I'm ridiculously addicted to this new server, and even being able to play on a different server and just... RP a bit and scratch that itch... dust off Raymond Holmes and see how people react. That would be so refreshing. OR to record vocals. Or to sing in the shower, which I have been doing pretty much every shower since I was like 13. But I do not do those things anymore, and haven't for like 5-6 months now, because I have neighbors. And I'm trying to be respectful. So, my singing is really low-volume. My RP is watching, not participating. I wear headphones 24/7. I don't even feel comfortable streaming, honestly, especially at these hours.

I just don't know what to do anymore. The AirPod noise cancelling works really well, but the batteries only last 4 hours. Google led me to Reddit, which led me to noise cancelling earplugs. They're like $300. Like... dude, I don't know if I can do that right now! That's a lot. Ugh.

I can't explain to others how precious this time is for me. The late hours. I have no problem sacrificing mornings or even early afternoons in order to preserve the peace of night. The quiet. The stillness. I don't want to give it up. And, for years, I have struggled to give it up. But now, it really feels like either I adapt to going to bed at midnight, or I get sick. Like I literally have no choice. And I guess I have a problem with that because it's not on my terms, and rarely feels under my control.

I feel a huge pressure to get to bed right now. Not just the late-night sweats from sleep deprivation, or the 5 lb weights attached to my eyelids, or the persistent tension in my jaws. Like... if I don't go to bed right now? This is just going to happen again. For a 5th consecutive day. And what I don't fully process is... even if I go to sleep right now? Like crawl into bed and nod off? I will still only get 6 hours of sleep. If they're feeling generous.

I'm literally just staring off into the distance and being grumpy now.

I called the doctors about the test results. They literally just repeated everything the doctor told me. I tried really hard to communicate like... "hey, does this... change the diagnosis? does it change the treatment? am I going to get to see a specialist about this?" But, yeah... I didn't do the steroid cream thing he prescribed me so.. I guess i'm just gonna do that the next 2 weeks. I just wish they were a bit more thorough with it, especially considering they didn't call me with my test results for a month until I finally called them. Like... at least give me a little context on what that means and what's going on with my body, not just vague instructions.

I have been a wreck today. And today, for the first time this year, I didn't do yoga. I did get groceries. But I didn't do yoga. Everything was just completely fucked and... I was mad, and tired, and just fed up... and I just didn't show up. So... yeah. Just a bad day. Therapy tomorrow, I'll see what we can do about this there. I'm so tired of getting my ass beat by the world because I'm adapted to a circadian rhythm that doesn't mesh with them. It's been so many years, so many missed phone calls, so many people giving me shit and calling me lazy. All because I just... sleep at a different time than them. And I don't even know why.

I'm trying really hard to find the silver lining here to wrap this up. I got groceries. I took my recycling out, did dishes and picked up my grocery delivery. And I made comfort food. And I put up a poster that I got before christmas. That's actually a good one. I got this poster that's a branching diagram of the evolution and classification of life. I like it. I didn't hang it perfect but whatever. So yeah, even on a day when I just want to fucking storm upstairs and shit on my neighbors' doorstep... or... as I was googling in bed as it was happening... start playing sound frequencies that only younger people can hear really loud out of a speaker placed directly under their couch... Even on a day like that... Where I'm vividly coming up with intricate and devious psychological warfare tactics - like playing baby crying sounds really loud on my bluetooth speaker right up through the ceiling as they're having loud sex... Even on a day like that, and even when running on fumes, I managed to get stuff around the house done. And that's improvement, so I'm going to give myself credit for that.

[drurrito]

Sorry in Advance (If I Let You Down)

a/n: working on this fic in pieces, trying to flush it out.

other works in this universe

summary: team bonding isn’t your thing.

warnings: suggestive themes, cursing, drinking

—————————

Your hands travel over the muscles in Wanda’s back. She nips at your jaw and starts to suck. You hiss pleasantly, “try not to leave a mark, I don’t want to have to explain to Cap what a hickey is.”

“Touchy,” Wanda teases before moving on to another spot. She rolls her hips against your lap and you throw your head back with a light chuckle. Your hands slide down to grip her hips but you still them when you hear footsteps coming down the hall.

“What’s wrong?” Wanda asks when you stand up, taking her with you. She steps away from you, puzzled until she follows your gaze to the door. Natasha never knocks, she doesn’t have to.

“Uh, am I interrupting?” She quirks an eyebrow at you both.

“No,” you shrug, not looking over to Wanda.

“Come on, team bonding,” Natasha doesn’t give you anything, not even a muscle twitch. You don’t move and that’s when she turns back with a stern look, “mandatory team bonding.”

“We’re right behind you,” you joke, crossing your chest with a finger. Natasha doesn’t even roll her eyes or heave out a sigh when she leaves. You turn to Wanda, she looks amused.

“Better get going before she uses those bites on us.”

“Her bark is worse anyway,” you lead Wanda out of your room, staying side by side until you reach the common room where the rest of the team is. You move to the opposite end of the room, settling next to Bucky. Wanda doesn’t follow you, she knows better.

“Nice of you to join us,” Bucky whispers to you.

“How fast can that metal arm of yours crush my skull like a juice box?” He elbows you in the ribs and you hold in a pained wheeze. Cap shoots you a look, Natasha is too busy chatting with Tony to chastise you too. Steve clears his throat to talk.

“Alright, we’re gonna hang out-”

“And drink!” Tony interrupts. Steve shakes his head, “and drink. It’s been an exhausting few weeks.” Steve takes a look around the room, everyone agrees in some form except for you. It was tiring to be on such a short leash these past few weeks. Your last mission left you brutalized and worn out for a few days. Steve said you were benched, leading the chorus of teammates that have been breathing down your neck about reigning it in. You were recruited for your abilities and skill sets and you can’t even use them without getting criticized for doing too much.

The drinking makes the bonding activities bearable. You stick around the less-talkative teammates and try to run when Sam drags you into the circle for a game of truth or drink.

“Come on, y/n,” he sits you down on the couch next to him. You down the rest of your drink and reach for his, it’s only fair.

“Y/N, your turn,” Tony shifts in his chair to get a good look at you, “tell us a time when you were truly scared.”

“Right now,” you’re the only one who laughs.

“Give us a legit answer,” Tony rolls his eyes. You sink lower into the couch and take a long sip from Sam’s drink.

“I don’t get scared.”

“Bullshit,” Sam cuts in.

“I’m serious.”

It’s hard to get a read on you, even Natasha is having trouble. You don’t have a tell like Steve or Tony who shake their head every time they lie, or the slow blink Sam does when he’s bullshitting. You don’t show any cracks in your foundation and it makes the team nervous about the damage, or lack thereof, you might be hiding.

Tony swirls his glass around for a few beats, “everyone gets scared, y/n-”

“I don’t,” you shrug.

“Maybe we should lock you in a room with the big guy,” Tony nods to Bruce who doesn’t want any part of this.

“So you get to put me in excessively dangerous situations but I can’t?” There’s no attitude in you saying that, it throws Tony off and sends him into a micro-rage.

“Running into a base saturated with HYDRA agents and gods know what else is more stupid than it is dangerous,” Tony’s tone kills any chatter going on outside the circle. All eyes are on you two.

“If you have a death wish at least be honest about it,” Tony jabs at you with a shrug, your face is made of stone. You think it’s easier for the team to think you just don’t care, anyway.

“Tony, lay off,” Steve warns.

“No, I’m serious,” Tony leans forward, swirling his drink once more before downing it, “you doing dumb stunts affects the rest of us, the world, the universe even! And you’re sitting here with that dumb look on your face trying to act like there’s no harm done.”

Sam isn’t sure you’ve even blinked at this point. Everyone's watching to see if you’ll crack before Tony decides to lunge at you.

“Well, this is fun,” Bucky pretends to inspect his glass while Steve tries to send him a look that says ‘cut the commentary’.

“I know you’re a hero,” Tony keeps going, “but stop trying to be the hero--we’re a fucking team and this isn’t some soccer game alright? You’re not going to be MVP--you’re just going to be that asshole who died doing something stupid.”

“That’s enough! Tony!” Natasha steps in this time and her voice makes his body recoil so fast you quirk your brow in amusement. You’re not able to relish in the moment for much longer. Natasha yanks you out of your seat and drags you down the hall to your room. You drop down on your bed and watch her slam the door and pace a few steps.

“Sorry about that,” she sighs.

“For Tony or for manhandling me?” You ask with a smirk.

Natasha rolls her eyes, “Tony is an asshole.”

“I know.”

“So are you.”

“I know,” you laugh.

“He shouldn’t have yelled at you like that.”

“It’s fine,” you say with an even tone. Natasha tenses, of course you’re still playing it cool. Your face hasn’t changed since Tony started yelling at you. Natasha thinks it might be a defense mechanism, a mask.

“You shouldn’t have wound him up, either.”

“You’re right. I was bored and decided to poke the bear,” you shrug, “I’ll try not to do it again.”

“Right,” Natasha shakes her head and moves to sit on the bed with you, “opening up isn’t going to kill you, you know?”

She waits for you to say something, but you don’t, “we’re not asking you to spill your darkest secrets, we just want you to give us something, anything to tell us you’re on the same page as us.”

“I’m here, aren’t I? I’m putting in the work and I go where I’m needed. Just because I don’t wear my heart on my sleeve doesn’t mean I’m not a good teammate.”

“You’re not being a good teammate when you don’t stick to the plan,” Natasha says with some bite.

“If I see an opportunity, I take it. None of you trust me to get the job done and I have proved you wrong every time.”

“We do trust you!” Natasha gets up from her spot on the bed, “that’s the problem, you put us in positions where we have no choice but to trust you when we should be right there with you! You don’t give us the chance--” Natasha straightens up and runs a frustrated hand through her hair, your face softens for a split second.

“You don’t have to do this alone, you never have to be alone,” she says so quietly, looking small standing in the middle of your room. Some soft, stupid, demon possesses you to get up and pull her into your arms.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble, trying to calm her nerves.

Sorry you have to deal with me.

You hold her like that for a few moments, rocking back and forth until you pull away with a small smile.

“I’m gonna call it a night, think I’ve done enough damage for today,” you step back and Natasha does the same. She knows she won’t be able to get you to change your mind, come back out. At least she was able to say her peace before you run away like you usually do.

“I’m sure the team would love for you to come out again, but I understand,” she moves towards the door, “don’t be late for training tomorrow.”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” you grin, Natasha pretends to sound annoyed as she leaves your room. She feels like she might have gained some ground with you until she sees Wanda walk past her, towards your room.

[erodasfishtacos]

has harry ever come before yn? and how did he react to it

warning: um this is straight up filth, sorry (not sorry)

CEO!H

-

“Baby, c’mon,” He huffs in frustration, his thumb slips once again because she’s just so wet for him.

“M’trying!” YN bites back, “You’re expecting me to come in two seconds all because you got yourself worked up by rubbing your dick on my tattoo.”

Harry can’t deny even after a few years of the ink being on his wife’s bum doesn’t make it any less hot to him.

It takes one more harsh pump of his hips before he’s groaning and coming, his fingers faltering on her bud once again.

YN is whining - these displeased, spoiled little noises that prickle the skin on the back of his neck and grit of his teeth.

“Y’sucha god damn brat,” Her husband spits out, not even enjoying his release because of his impatient, perfect wife.

“M’not,” YN retorts as she flips onto her back and lays down, not even disgusting her pout.

“Out of the hundreds and hundreds of times I’ve fucked you and made sure y’finished first - the one time y’dont you want to get all huffing and bent out of shape.”

YN squints at him, because he’s not wrong, she chooses to bite back with a bit of attitude, “Well you had some clumsy fingers tonight.”

Harry barks out a laugh, spreading her legs roughly, and muttering, “I’ll fuckin’ show clumsy fingers.”

Then continues on to make her come twice if his fingers along just because.

-

MLBrry

“Oh my god,” YN giggles loudly when Harry curses as he spills inside her - legitimately after only about three minutes of being in her.

“Shut up,” He whines, ego bruised a bit as he pulls out with a look of betrayal at his already softening cock, “Y’looked so good in m’jersey at the game tonight. Flauntin’ y’tits like tha’.”

YN smirks widely, turning around from where he had her bent over their bathroom counter, “I know, I saw how many times you had to ‘adjust’ yourself in your uniform.”

Harry hauls her up until her bum’s on the cold marble and her legs are spread to show him where she’s dripping from him.

“Can’t help it. It’s nearly impossible not to come the second I’m in you,” He pouts, it was the truth - usually he had amazing stamina but every once in a while his body was a traitor.

YN let’s out a quiet sigh when he tucks two fingers back inside her, twisting and curling in the way that make her toes crinkle.

“You amaze me. I’ve given you four babies and y’still as horny as ever,” YN giggles pleased and confident because of her husband’s constant want for her.

Harry pushes forward to lick into her warm, sweet mouth before he’s resting his forehead against hers and watching his fingers work into her perfect heat.

“Only horny f’you, mama. Course s���just for my wife, m’so fuckin’ in love with you. In love with your body, this beautiful thing has given us our babies - how could I not be obsessed?”

YN comes panting in his mouth and a smug smile on her face when he hardens back up against her thigh in the process.

—

Deaf!Harry

Harry’s lips are bright pink and swollen, his narrow hips pushed against the tiny counter in the frat bathroom as YN kneels in front of him.

“Baby, baby, want to fuck you. If you blow me I’ll come,” He signs in warning, attempting to coerce her into standing up but she doesn’t budge.

Her hands are quick on his belt and skinny jeans, letting his thick length rest towards his tummy as she leans forward to lick at the head.

He wasn’t joking, right as she suckles harshly on the head with her hand stroking the rest - he flexes and released with a loud loud moan.

“Didn’t know my mouth was that good,” YN gestures as she stands up with a teasing lift to her lips, thumbing a lose drop.

“You know when you grind on me it gets me going,” He accuses to justify his short span, “Don’t act like you don’t come in a second when I have my mouth on your clit and three fingers up in you.”

YN swallows harshly at the dirty talk, startling when someone bangs on the door, stating the need to use the toilet.

“I’m totally telling Niall you came in legit two minutes,” YN signs before swinging up the door and disappearing into the crowd - leaving behind her flabbergasted boyfriend.

—

Vamprry

“My leg is cramping, H,” YN complains noisily as he keeps her leg lifted a she fucks in from behind as they lay on the bed.

Harry is so so close.

His annoying little creature wasn’t going to find her end because of a god damn leg cramp.

“Bat, just let me - oh fuck,” Harry snarls loudly as he can’t control himself any longer, fucking harshly into her a few more time before he comes.

Ad soon as he’s lowering her leg, he’s met by her displeased, grumpy whimpers that make him want to bite her until she’s limp or kiss her sweetly - sometimes he can’t tell which.

He drops her leg, planning to finish her off but she pushes his hand away which has him baring his fangs and snarling fiercely at her.

“No, I’ll finish myself,” She grunts, rolling onto her back and propping up her legs, one hooked over Harry’s thigh.

Every time he tries to reach over to help as she rubs quickly and precisely at her bud with short puffs of air - she smacks him off which makes him hiss angrily as he watches on.

“You’re like a million years older and you can’t control yourself still?” YN teases breathlessly as she feels a ball of fire start to pool in her stomach.

Her grin gets wider when his eyes blacken and his lip curls completely back to reveal his glimmering white canines.

“Pest, you are not doing it correctly. Let me make you come,” Harry demands with agitation, his hands clenching to not just grab her.

“Shut up,” She snaps back, two fingers rubbing in languid circles that have her hips bucking - it really shouldn’t turn her on that her vamp boyfriend is threatening her with his fangs.

“I rarely ever come before you. Please little human, you are annoying me and I wish to make you come now,” Harry tries to use a more gentle tone.

YN finally gives in, letting him take over with his own fingers, two tucking inside and his thumb right on her nerves.

His fangs ascend back into in gums as he admires his squirmy mate who is restless until she tense and releases on his hand.

It’s only a matter of second before she is coaxing his fangs back out - because she loves to torment him, “Better luck next time champ.”

“Enough,” He growls at an ear-shattering volume before he’s biting at her mating mark to get her to submit.

Works everyday.

—

Influencer!H

Harry was getting himself overly worked up, as soon as YN pressed record for a little something that she could watch when she had to leave tour for two weeks.

“Honey bee, c’mon,” Harry rasps, voice as deep as it goes as he sits in the armchair in their hotel room - legs spread and feet planted on the floor.

“Hold on, just want a shot of this,” She replies, he was so fucking hot - couldn’t grasp that this man was her’s sometimes.

He had a firm, lazy grip on his cock - thumb circling his extremely sensitive tip every so often which made him shutter.

“Slower, tease yourself,” YN murmurs as she films him, watching raptly as he slows down his strokes but fucks up into his hand.

“Want t’be in you, bee,” Harry tells his with a wrinkle between his eyebrows as he twitches in his palm.

“Then listen to me,” She orders in a voice she rarely uses - a authorative voice that has Harry moaning as he squeezes himself.

“M’listenin’, I promise.”

“Stop,” YN replies, eyes following when he releases his grip and it sways before resting on his taut belly - pink and swollen.

She props the camera on the desk, shimmying down her underwear, and straddling him on the chair - letting herself sink down.

“Oh fuck - baby, m’gonna - bloody hell,” He moans as he comes within seconds, hand squeeze her plush hips.

His forehead is sweaty, lips puffy, and YN is so pleased with him, whispering that he’s so fucking good for her, she can’t wait to watch it when she’s away.

-

Cheating!H

“Y’takin’ it so good, darlin’,” Harry grunts out, teeth gritted and hand grasping her jaw to keep her mouth against his.

YN was in a mood tonight.

“C’mon, we don’t have much time before Anna comes looking, H,” YN goads coyly, her plush hips digging into the counter where her bum is pressed against.

“Hush up, pup,” Harry scolds, biting at her swollen bottom lip before hiking her up a bit more to hit her spot right on.

“She’s gonna be so bummed, y’can’t get it up for her tonight after fucking me,” YN doesn’t stop with the filth.

“Y’act like I have ever fucked ‘er. I’ve only been givin’ it t’you for the past ten years,” He mutters, tongue licking into her mouth to shut her up.

When someone knocks on the door, they don’t stop, Harry determined as he pounds into her with hard, meaningful strokes.

“Harry, are you in there? Are you feeling alright?” Anna asks from the other side of the door - it was super loud because of the party.

He comes right then on the spot.

“You’re sick,” YN giggles, pleased as he pumps in a few more times to fill her up - claiming her as he always did.

—

Gang!H

It started with the god damn fucking teasing.

Rival gang members, the police, literally nobody gets under his skin - just his bloody nuisance of a wife and she took full advantage.

She got in these moods were she would fuck with him, tease him, wind him up until he had her pinned down with a sore arse.

He loved her so fucking much.

It started at the bar, she had leaned over with way too much cleavage on display as she fluttered her eyes to get men to buy her a drink.

Harry who was currently in the middle of a lucrative deal couldn’t concentrate as a man offered to buy her a glass of wine.

He didn’t care who saw, he excused himself and pushed her harshly into the bar until it would bruise her hips.

“Cut it the fuck out now, m’busy,” He hisses menacingly in her ear, ignoring the men who were staring wide eyes at the exchange.

Her hand comes back to subtly palm at his crotch before humming, “All these nice men are willing to pay attention to me.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Harry rumbles, gripping her wrist and moving it away from his groin with force.

“Whoa, man! You can’t talk to a lady like that!” A brunette gentleman squawks after watching the interaction.

Harry steps back, a sly smile rising the corner of his lips, and he purposefully lifts his shirt just a bit to flash a shining gold desert eagle tucked in his waistband.

The man’s eyes widen in horror which makes Harry chuckle darkly, “Don’t tell me how to treat m’fuckin’ brat of a wife, she fuckin’ loves it anyways.”

With that, Harry storms back to continue his meeting and YN grins, a little flushed as she sips on a glass of water - aroused beyond belief.

After a bit, YN disappears down the hallway to the restroom, and sends Harry a text that has him excusing herself.

Please help me. Woman’s bathroom, hurry.

Harry’s reaching back for his gun, not hesitation as he rushes down the hallway - heart pounding at the thought of his love in trouble.

He slams open the single stall bathroom, gun drawn but all he sees is his beautiful wife, on her knees with lust obvious in her body language.

“Y’tha’ fuckin’ desperate?” Harry scoffs, locking the door and placing his gun on the counter - already reaching for his belt and zipper.

“Please sir.”

It sends a harsh, electric zip down his spine as he hisses when his wet tip hits the cold air, he bends down first - forces her mouth open and spits.

But his words are soft and loving after, “Brat, love you s’much. Y’the love of m’life.”

Her eyes twinkle but she can’t speak because he’s guiding himself in her mouth with a long push that has her breathing heavily through her nose.

Harry surprises himself when he ends up spilling right after she pulls off for a breath and jerks him, rasping out, “I love living life with you.”

Yeah he comes at words and he isn’t fucking ashamed.

It has him pushing her up against the wall and licking her out until she’s teary from sensitivity and legs quivering pathetically.

-

👁👄👁

[machinegunkissu]

Can I ask for Nishitani Homare, Ishioda Reiji, and Majima Goro to do unholy things to their smol innocent s/o? 🥺🙏💕😩 (All consensual, but their s/o is just soooo curious and willing) 😭😭Your cockwarming hcs and brat taming Nishitani legit made me a mess in public.🤣🥵🥵🥵🥰

catch me moving everything aside for this one cause im a whore im so sorry. I tried my best to make sure there’s no specified sex / gendered terms. Lemme know if i missed one.

Obvi. Minors dni 18+

i’m on my hands and knees barking for this man please god

Nishitani tries to be nice, or at least nicer than usual

he’s nice in the extent that he’ll start out slow and keep it vanilla to begin the first few times

the way you tighten around him and gasp out for air sends him feral though and he can only keep it together for so long, have mercy on him

he is constantly teasing you over how you’re so small and that you dropped the ball on this one, being trapped by an animal like himself

Nishitani felt the sting of your nails against his chest and only laughed, relishing in the sharp sensation. You were struggling to ride him as he laid on his back, smugly watching. It’d been quite a display, truly. But, he was done being the sadist for the time being.

Planting his feet on the ground, Nishitani gripped your hips and began to fuck up into you. The way you clenched around him, a surprised squeal leaving your lips, had Homare nearing his release already. You were so tight and every thing you did was so fucking cute, he was reeling from it.

“H-Homaaare!” you whine. You felt so exposed to him in this position. You could see everything you were unable to hide from him. Even when you lifted your hands to hide behind, he’d grab your wrists, chiding you.

“Settle down, doll. We got a wholllee night ahead of us.~”

Reiji. Ishi. Fucking. Oda. A sadist. A freak. A monster.

call him daddy and he goes 🥜nuts🥜

man is not as nice as Nishitani y’all’s first time unfortunately

“Get used to it, sweetheart.”

your legs are up in the air, and he is a relentless machine

“Re-Reiji!” you cried out, nails biting into the skin of his back. You felt the tears stream down your cheeks as you clung to your sanity. Or at least the little bit that was still there.

His fat balls smacked against your ass, echoing off the walls of the small office. Reiji had you pressed into his office’s couch with your back sinking deeper into the leather each thrust. His grunts in unison with your whimpers were a clear indicator of your activities behind his locked door, should someone approach.

One of Reiji’s hands left its vice grip on your thigh, tugging at your chin. He forced you to look up at him as he ruthlessly continued on. “You want my cum?”

“Pl…Please,” you whimpered, tongue lolling out.

“Such a pathetic plea…tch. Louder.”

“Pl-Please daddy!”

A sadistic grin spread across his lips, knowing that the office of his men knew just who you belonged to. “That’s more like it.”

nothing quite like a pliant whore with a mouth eager for his cock and cum

he goes pretty easy on you and always makes sure that he eventually pays you back for the favor

and Majima is a man of his word, giving the best oral known to man

but the build up is relentless and always twists that coil in your tummy tighter and tighter

“You did a good job today,” Majima mused as he pulled you into his lap, facing him. You straddled him as he began to grind up, eager to repay you. Seeing you twitch at the contact only made him smirk, leaning back as his hips got to work.

“Look at you. All antsy already? Haha! Well, tell me. What’ll it be today?” Majima’s tongue peeked out to swirl little circles, tempting you. “My tongue?” Then he pressed you down by your hips into his cock, rocking into you harder than before. “Or my cock?”

A shiver went down your spine, causing you to jolt in his lap. You could feel yourself leaking already just from this. This was never a fair fight. Fuck…why was he always like this, you wondered. “C…cock…please…”

“Speak up, babes. Daddy can’t hear you.~”

“Y-Your cock..”

“Mm..I see. I’m sure we could arrange that.”

[adelindschade]

A Thousand Embraces (A Thousand Cuts, part 4 - mini Gwynriel Fic)

Because why not? 

“You’re not hurt, are you?” Gwyn asked, oversaw by Azriel. She dabbed at Nesta’s face, scraping it free of dried dirt with a warm rag.

Nesta shook her head. Emerie presented herself after a bath, scrubbed clean of mud and other things, while both their apparel dried from the clothes’ line outside.

“I’m sorry about that,” Azriel mustered after an unnerving silence. “The mating bond is… powerful. We tried our best to deflect him.”

“He didn’t even let me finish my sentence,” Emerie barked, drying her braid. “I was going to tell him she was ready to see him but not to rush conversation, and before I could say the second part, he flies off, and you – you left me stranded, so I had to climb up that hill all over again!” she pointed at Azriel.

“I’m sorry – you were a forethought,” he winced.

“Asshole,” Emerie cursed, scowling. “You make me work when we’re not even training anymore.”

“Officially,” Gwyn corrected. “Unofficially…”

“Oh, we know what you two do on your spare time,” Emerie curled her nose in disgust.

“Huh?” Nesta asked, confused.

“You don’t smell it?” Emerie posed, taking a chair. “They reek of each other.”

“I like to play with his dagger,” Gwyn innocently replied. Emerie wheezed, as did Nesta. Azriel pinched the bridge of his nose. “That wasn’t dirty! That’s the truth!”

“Funny word to describe his-” Nesta couldn’t finish as she slumped forward, hugging her belly as she whistled in airy laughter.

“Enough, ladies,” he commanded.

“Just like old time – remember how he barked orders in the ring?”

“Sadist,” Emerie reminisced, grinning. “Is there an improper conduct to engage in outside relations between student and master?”

“Oh, I bet he loves being called Master,” Nesta joined, smirking.

“Only if he behaves,” Gwyn preened, knowing damn well she was feeding into their shenanigans. If Azriel could become a vegetable, he’d be a beet, because he was red.

“I bet it’s a workout. Does he kick your ass in shape like he did in the arena?” Nesta teased, leaning forward.

She didn’t know why she didn’t notice before how the shadows all but abandoned Azriel, swirling around her obsessively. In fact, as of late, the shadows were sparse to be seen in his presence – likely checking on her, as obsessively he would himself.

“No, he slaps it,” the redhead replied matter-of-factly. Emerie howled in her seat with Nesta squawking alongside her, not expecting the straight answer. Azriel groaned, giving up on life, and resigned himself to another chair. “Kidding! C’mon! I can make a joke now and then,” Gwyn insisted, smiling. “What’s not a joke is the mating bond. That’s legit. Complain all you want but it comes with the territory. Why do you think Azriel enjoys that I spend my day in the library, and avoids bringing me anywhere other than here?”

“Wait – hold up – pause for a second, what?” Nesta shrilled, eyes wide with wonder. “You – him – mates – what? When did this happen?”

How much time had passed that she didn’t notice the change in her friends? What happened under her nose? She felt clueless and out of the loop.

“I haven’t fed him food yet, so the whole mating bond thing isn’t quite fulfilled but he has moments where I question if I want to commit to it. If Cassian is territorial, try this one,” she thumbed to the winged Illyrian.

“Don’t joke about that,” Azriel shouted, seemingly pouting.

“As if I could get rid of him now,” Gwyn remarked humorously.

“You’re okay with it? The whole possessiveness?” Nesta questioned seriously.

“So long he’s okay with the possibility of Eris Vanserra being his father-in-law. An entirely different discovery for another day,” she chirped, dabbing Nesta’s nose playfully. Azriel mocked a gag. “We’re still testing the theory. Beyond the whole primal instinct, he can be a bit much but he’s easy to distract.”

“Ha-ha,” Azriel sarcastically pitched.

“Laugh now but you’ll be the one tapping out for a break when that frenzy hits,” Gwyn sang.

“Says the nymph,” Azriel smirked. “Prepare to eat your words tonight.”

“The only thing you’re eating tonight is – okay – forgot we had an audience, so I won’t finish that sentence,” she squeaked, mindful of her friends nearby. Her cheeks blossomed into the same shade as her radiant hair. Shadows tangled in her hair, concealing her face like a make-shift mask. Azriel boomed in laughter, an unusual noise Nesta did not expect from the otherwise pensive man.

“But you will finish tonight,” Emerie chortled. Gwyn couldn’t resist flashing a grin, though her cheeks were stained red with embarrassment.

“Disgusting,” Azriel gagged, thoroughly repulsed with their vulgarity.

“Just offer yourself as dessert and use that to complete the deal,” Nesta joined along.

“He has to chew and swallow the food to make it count,” Gwyn rolled her eyes in exasperation.

“Sounds painful,” Emerie cringed.

“Swallow?” Nesta smirked.

“Enough,” Azriel roared, rubbing his temples. “Please – spare me. I’ve been punished enough. I ask that you refrain from further jokes. It’s juvenile.”

“Says the cradle robber,” Emerie remarked, upbeat. Nesta snorted at the extensive age difference.

“And that’s why you’re not invited to the mating ceremony,” Azriel gleamed.

“What? No!” all three rioted, throwing various objects at him. He did little to defend himself besides lift his arms. “Jerk!”

“When did this happen?” Nesta interrogated.

“It was… an arrangement.” Gwyn spun her fingers.

“She initiated it, and I liked it,” Azriel supplied, gloating as he recalled the events.

“’It’?” Emerie asked, encircling her hands in a way to imply she needed more context.

“A kiss – and then it led to other things,” Gwyn vaguely elaborated, ending in a shrug. “I was curious!”

“You had an infatuation!” Azriel whispered, coming from behind.

“A schoolgirl crush – and you were shirtless! That was dirty!”

“What was dirty was the thing we did on the desk-” he murmured against her neck.

“Yuck!” Nesta belched. “I don’t need to know that. Please. I got what I needed to know. Wait – no – was it a one-night stand or a friends-with-benefits?”

“Obviously it wasn’t a one-night thing,” Azriel deadpanned, glaring down. He gestured to the couple. He enveloped her from behind and rested his chin atop her crown, demonstrating his full height proudly.

“It didn’t start as fling either. We worked our way up it. Started with a kiss, and then a few more, and then marked it off as we went until I was fully comfortable doing the – the thing,” she stammered.

“Can you not say sex?” Emerie chuckled.

“Sex is so… dull. What we participated was… a life altering experience,” Gwyn dramatized. The shadows were excited, flurrying around them. Azriel bit back his bottom lip, holding back his own snicker.  

“Okay – I’m calling it quits,” Nesta sighed in exasperation. Gwyn let out a melodic giggle.

“Yep, Gwyn wins. Biggest wingspan, huh?” Emerie rolled her eyes.

“Kinky son of a bitch,” Nesta rolled her eyes, glancing suspiciously at an unmoved Azriel.  

“Way to corrupt her,” Emerie seconded.

“Congrats on the sex! I’m going to bed!” Nesta declared, roughly coming to a stand. “If you’re staying the night, keep it down, would you?”

“Uh, I do not have enough rooms to host these two love birds, or enough patching to fix a wall if they get out of hand. Nope, you two get going, and desecrate somewhere else with your pheromones!” Emerie shooed out.

“You act like he’s replacing you,” Gwyn pouted.

“We cannot compete with that,” Nesta loosely gestured to a beaming Azriel.

“Oh, don’t look so proud!” Emerie stuck her tongue out when she spied his gloating.  

“I have no idea what you mean,” Azriel mocked ignorance before lacing has fingers through Gwyn’s hair and using his remaining hand to nudge her back until her back pressed against his chest. He mumbled something in the nook of her neck, prompting Gwyn’s cheeks to burst red, and a smile to grow.

“We’re going to have to deal with this for an eternity,” Emerie groaned, turning on her heel to walk away.

“I’d still trade you in for a Pegasus,” Gwyn happily jested.

“Good thing you won’t be able to get your hands on one, so I’m the best thing you got around here.” Azriel kissed her cheek – and then down her neck – and nipped her shoulder. She squeaked.

“I could always seduce Helion,” Gwyn played along, a twinkle in her eyes as she gauged his reaction.

Predictably, a growl reverberated.

“You’re such an overprotective, paranoid bat,” she sighed. She tipped her head back, into his shoulder, and pouted. “Your wings aren’t that big, and they aren’t soft like a Pegasi.”

“Are you trying to make me jealous over an animal?” he remarked, pressing a chaste kiss to her brow.

“I just want the real thing. I expect one for my mating gift. Can you bribe Helion to spare at least one?”

He rolled his eyes but couldn’t help a grin as they swayed.

“I suppose for now, mine will have to do. You can touch them anytime you want. I heard they are very soft but careful, they are sensitive,” he said fondly, angling her face to press a proper kiss to her lips – and then another. Said wings curled around them, encasing her in a wall of protection.

“Out! I don’t want my shop smelling like sex!” Emerie shouted from the second story.

[seasonofthewicth]

Rowaelin Month - Day 5

prompt: I accidentally hit you with my car

extras: “You didn’t think you’d be able to get rid of me just yet did you?”

cw: language?

word count: 1.6k

--

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Aelin is aware she’s yelling.

“What the fuck is wrong with me?” The guy is definitely yelling back so at least there’s that. “What the fuck is wrong with you? You just hit me with your car!”

Okay, so the attractive man yelling in the middle of the road might have a point.

“That was an accident,” she yells right back as she clambers out of her car. She rests her hand on the top of the bonnet, satisfied when there doesn’t appear to be any damage. That scratch across her front bumper was there way before today.

The man’s hands waver around his sides as he gapes at her. “And yet you still haven’t apologised.”

He sounds incredulous, which to be fair, is probably understandable.

“Oh yeah,” she says distractedly, running her eyes along the rest of her car just in case. “Sorry about that.”

The man barks out a surprisingly sexy, dark burst of laughter and it’s what finally drags her eyes over to him.

He’s tall, standing way above her as he watches her with a slightly shocked expression on his face. His hair is a shade of silver she’s never seen before, it’s not grey, definitely silver and she’s intrigued. He’s also built as fuck, his inked biceps bulging in his t-shirt as he brushes off his jeans. Jeans that cling to deliciously muscular legs. Aelin could certainly have run over someone less interesting.

He’s shaking his head as she reaches him, having sauntered over with a hand on her hip, and she’s delighted to find she has to tip her head fully back to look up at him. His eyes are very green this close up.

“You’re sorry?” he says, his tone full of complete bewilderment.

“I’m getting less sorry by the second,” she says with a shrug.

She doesn’t expect that to be what does it, but the bewilderment drops and a reluctant smile begins to crawl onto his pink lips. Aelin can work with this.

He shakes his head, but the smile stays. “You’d better watch it,” he says and his tone has changed too. The whisper of a threat has her pulse beginning to speed up.

Aelin puts her hand on her hip. “Or what?”

He runs his tongue over his bottom lip and Aelin is very aware of the motion even though this whole thing is fucking ludicrous. “You’re a bit of a firecracker then, hm?” he asks.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

Aelin is insane, she decides and it seems this guy is over it. The smile she’d been enjoying so far is gone, wiped clean and replaced with an angry scowl. He’s still hot.

“No,” he states simply, and oof. “What I’d like is for you to not have run me over with your car.”

Aelin doesn’t speak for a few seconds as she reassesses her strategy. Somehow she really thought she’d turn this whole thing around.

“Think it’s a bit too late for that,” is what she settles on.

He looks to the sky, the motion highlighting the length of his throat and the thick muscles of his shoulders. It’s a pity really that this started how it did, she can think of a whole list of things she’d do to this man if he gave her the time of day.

Then he mutters something that sounds suspiciously like fucking childish and that train of thought has crashed and burned.

She raises an eyebrow because she knows what this expression normally does to men. He doesn’t back down, which is kind of getting the train back on the tracks. But no.

Bastard, she says with a flick of her brows.

He narrows his eyes. Brat.

Neither of them speak, and Aelin pours her efforts into the stand off instead of getting lost in the deep, forest green of his eyes. She can’t ignore the thrill running through her at the challenge this guy presents, her blood heats and a smile creeps up of its own accord.

Then he shakes his head and turns to leave.

“Do you not want my details to press charges? I can give you my number,” she calls as he begins to walk away.

He turns and hits her with a look of pure bewilderment that has her flipping the bird and storming back to her car.

Whatever. Next time she hits someone with her car she won’t be so polite.

She hasn’t been to this bar before, it’s on the other side of town to where they usually go out, but it’s closer to Elide’s new office so she suspects they’ll become regulars soon enough. Her friend’s text had come through only an hour before but it takes Aelin time to perfect her look. She’s almost there when another text comes through from Lysandra.

Are you coming or what?

Almost there, she types back as she thanks her Uber driver.

Lysandra’s reply pings almost immediately. Well hurry up there’s fit lads here and they’ve actually got good chat one of them legit got hit by a car today lol.

If Aelin wasn’t Aelin she’d have probably stumbled. Instead she lets out an almost silent groan and debates immediately ordering another Uber home. How many people do you think get hit by cars everyday? She’s hoping the number is high. In the least bad way possible.

She’s not sure what she did to deserve this—apart from hitting that guy with her car—but she’s a grown up she can face it and she pushes her way into the bar. She spots Elide and Lysandra easily and yep, that’s some silver hair and broad shoulders squashed against a dark haired guy and another blond.

This could be fun.

“Excuse me,” she says as she slides into the booth next to him. It’s a tight squeeze and his hand comes to her waist to settle her, the warmth of his fingers sinking into her bare skin. “Hi, great to meet you guys. I’m Aelin,” she says with a grin, daring this guy to kick off.

His gaze flashes to hers and his fingers tighten at her waist as his brow raises. “You,” is all he says.

“You didn’t think you’d be able to get rid of me just yet did you?” The corner of his lips quirk and she’s totally winning him over. She nods at his friends before turning to Elide and Lysandra. “Sorry I��m late, was really busy hitting this guy with my car.”

Lysandra and Elide blink as her announcement drops until his blond friend lets out a cackle.

“That was you?” he asks.

“The one and only,” she grins, holding out a hand for him to shake. “Aelin.”

“Fenrys.” He shakes her hand, a mischievous smile dawning on his handsome face and she likes him already. “I don’t know how or why it happened but thank you. I don’t think you understand how much it has made my life that you hit Rowan with your car.”

She laughs and feels the hot guy’s—Rowan’s—fingers tighten again at her waist. She glances at him and he realises his hand is still there at the same time she does and he pulls it back, resting it on his thigh. Right next to hers. She can get that hand to her thigh by the end of the night.

Aelin shrugs. “I think when you wander around in the middle of the road there’s always a chance. Look.” She turns to Rowan ignoring the soft laughter from the group.

“I wasn’t wandering around,” he says, his tone softer than she’s heard it so far. She likes the way his voice sounds when he’s trying not to laugh too. “There was a bird in the road I was trying to save. I’d much rather you hit me than the bird.”

Certain parts of her pulse at his revelation. Animal activist does it for her apparently.

“Okay,” she says, flicking her eyes across his truly handsome face. His green eyes are intense and they’re flicking across her face too. “I really am sorry I hit you with my car.” Another snort from Lysandra and Rowan’s dark-haired friend. “I would love it if we could move past this, it seems my friends are keen on you and your friends chilling with us tonight. Let me buy you a drink, make it up to you?”

She fixes him with a genuine smile, none of the flirty front she’s put up so far. Her offer is genuine.

The corner of his lips curl, like he wants to smile and Aelin sees it, her own grin breaking into something bright. He breaks, a low laugh tumbling over his lips as he shakes his head and Aelin giggles. She likes that sound.

He looks softer when he smiles too, the harsh line of his brow transforming into the crinkles by his eyes. “Okay,” he says and his accent curves around the word. “You can buy me a drink to apologise.”

“That I can do,” she says with a pat to his thigh. She can feel the thick muscle hidden beneath the denim and she may or may not run her hand down the length of his thigh as she slides out of the booth.

“Aelin,” he says, catching her hand in his as she turns away. He stands too, still delightfully taller than her. “I’ll get you a drink too.”

“What for?” she laughs. “You didn’t hit me with your car.”

He smiles, a confident curl of his lips, and squeezes her hand before he leads the way to the bar. “I’m hoping it will get me your number.”

[imonthinice]

The Criminal Psychology Majors, Jason Todd x Fem!Reader Part 2/?

Word Count: 2k

Author’s Note: Y/N - your name, A/N - any name (your best friend’s name)

Warnings: Swearing, no beta bitch we die like Jason Todd

Welcome Back! I have, once again, written more of Jason Todd because he’s a fucking teddy bear and I love him.

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9) (Part 10) (Part 11) (Part 12) (Part 13) (Part 14) (Part 15) (Part 16) (Part 17) (Part 18) (Part 19) (Part 20)

Y/N and Jason both returned from that date feeling all giddy about each other, but trying their dammed-est to not let their hopes get too high about the other. However, that was extremely, extremely hard for Jason to do with family like Dick in his life. It’s like coming home to a hopeless romantic of a shipper as a nosey bitch. Lovingly, of course. No one’s like Dick.

“So, Y/N?” Dick asked Jason immediately as he entered the Manor.

“Yeah, what about her?”

“So, many questions: Was that a date? If no, will there be a date? Is there going to be a second date? Do you like her? Do you think we’ll like her? Does she know you’re Bruce Wayne’s son?” Dick rambled at his little brother.

“Okay hold on god damn, yes it was a date, yes there will be a second, yeah I think she’s cool and I like her, slow your roll Circus Boy, I don’t know when she’ll meet you lot, I don’t think she knows who I am, she’s from Metropolis, so I don’t think she knows the Waynes well.” Jason answered Dick with confidence.

“So you like her!” Steph mocked as she entered the hallway, probably heard her brothers talking about Y/N, so she wanted in on it. Somehow she had evaded Jason’s gaze though, so she startled him immensely.

“Jeez, how many of you will scare me today? And yeah, dumbass, I like her. But I’m doing this magical thing called ‘Not getting my god damn hopes up about her since it’s only the first date’ you hopeless romantic fucks.” Jason barked at them.

“Yeah, but you love us.” Dick said.

“That might be true, but your meddling is only going to cause chaos, Dick and Steph.”

“What about my meddling, Jay?” Bruce asked. Once again, he had heard the talking about Jason’s new crush and decided he’d parent the boy on his girl. Jason jumped out of his skin, because, he had once again, not seen Bruce enter the hallway despite his best efforts to not get startled again.

“You, are going to give me a heart attack.”

“Looks like this girl let your guard down.”

“Can we just go on patrol and stop badgering me?” Jason muttered under his breath.

“Nope!” Barbara exclaimed. Clearly, there’s a pattern with Waynes escaping Jason’s attempts to not get startled today, “We’re still going to badger you, Jay,” Barbara finished.

---------------------------------------

When Y/N made her way back to A/N, she couldn’t help but turn her radio as loud as she could and try to take the longer journey back home. Pieces of quiet and tranquility always surprised and drew her in. Like a good book on a Sunday morning before the rest of the bustling city of Gotham or Metropolis awoke itself. If New York never sleeps, she thought, then what the hell do Gotham and Metropolis call themselves. She laughed.

There were a few good things about Gotham, like the people you’d meet on the street at 4am were some of the weirdest but kindest people you’d ever know. It’s like the city radiated off of the energy of the people in it, and in spite of the villains constantly hitting the city with their worst, somehow everyone never let it get to them. It was admirable. Metropolis was the same in that avenue, but it didn’t feel like the cold Gotham streets.

Y/N thought Jason was one of the kinder people she had met in her travels and classes. And she never thought that she’d meet someone she liked this much in her criminal psychology class of all places, but hey, the universe had different pen strokes for her.

She went and parked her car in the driveway of the rental house she and A/N shared. Only the two of them shared it, but if either of them lost their jobs, they’d be looking for another roommate immediately. Pulling out her bag which was full of notes written by Jason, the original notes written by her, and binders upon binders of criminal cases she was looking into at the time, she would get out of her car and begin walking to her door.

Of course, like most people, she would kick off her heels the minute she walked through the doors of the house, to which, A/N paused her music and went to go question Y/N about Jason.

“So, you know how this works, babes, lay it on me, how’s hottie? Is he kind?” A/N pondered.

“He’s so kind, he paid the printing fees for my notes and rewrote all of them, I guess it’s a system for us now. I write the notes in class while he tries to take it all in, we meet up, and he rewrites them all and pays the printing fee.”

“He paid the fee?! At that college?” A/N said, completely shocked.

“Is that shocking?”

“Well, the printing fees are so fucking expensive, hun. Mans must have daddy’s money to do that.”

“Really? Well regardless money doesn’t matter, he’s kind and I can make a name for myself if I graduate at the top of my class.” She said, fully believing this. Smart woman. She knew she could do it.

“I believe in you, do you have homework tonight? I can make dinner for you so you can study.” A/N offered.

“Nah, I’m just going to go file my notes and shower, I’ll come join you and help after.”

“Well, don’t drown.” A/N joked.

“Do you know how much effort that would take?” She laughed as she walked towards her room, once she got there she pulled out her papers and began the slow filing process of them into her desk.

About 2 minutes into this, she got a text:

Hey stranger.

If someone had a heart monitor hooked up to her, they could have bet their last penny on her heart skipping a beat. 

Hey Jason. She sent back.

I had a fun time today with you, do you want to do the same thing tomorrow, I could use your fast writing skills to get by in classes. And I just like talking to you. What do you say?

She thought. Maybe something legit is here, hopefully I’m not just used for notes. She worried about that, since she was just a tad insecure about him. He was pretty. She knew she was a looker, sure. But he was something more.

I would love to go on another budget date with you.

Budget? Actually yeah, I guess it is budget lol. Maybe next time I’ll actually take you out to lunch like I said I would.

I, honestly, completely forgot you said you’d take me to lunch, I was just having fun as we were talking.

Me too. You’re a hoot.

A hoot? That’s a book nerd statement if I’ve ever heard one. She joked. She didn’t actually know if he was a book nerd at this time, but they had been joking the entire time when she was filing her notes. She was no where near done filing her notes, Jason was a distraction from that, it wasn’t that important, she would end up finishing it later. She just liked some semblance of organization so she didn’t have to put it off.

I’ll have you know I’ve probably read more books than you.

Well book nerds are cute.

Eventually the messages from Jason and Y/N started slowing, Y/N assumed he was tired or working so she took her chance to file her notes and start running her shower.

Sorry Y/N, this has been fun but I’m going to get really sparse with replies, I got work to do.

That’s fine! Where do you work, by the way?

And she got into the shower. Halfway through her shower her phone pinged, she assumed Jason was texting back, so when she finished her shower, before she even got her towel on, she decided to answer him:

I work at Wayne Enterprises with my dad. It’s quite fun.  He had said.

Oh! I’ve heard the owner of Wayne Enterprises is a lovely man, have you met him? She asked him back.

And within an instant, he answered.

He’s my dad, so yeah.

You’re the Jason Todd? Heir to the Wayne Manor and Wayne Enterprises? She started thinking back on what A/N had said. Yep, she thought, Daddy’s money indeed. She started to slip into her pajamas, which were literally a mess and not put together, because this is the real world, not every girl has matching sets, when he answered:

I hope that doesn’t change much, Y/N.

Explains the camera I saw but didn’t mention, and that’s about it.

You saw the cameras? Damn it. I tried to shield you, they may have pictured us together, sorry.

Worth it for a lovely date. I’ve seen worse, my mum works with Clark Kent, who I guess you probably know since he’s Bruce’s best friend, and the paparazzi loves to take Clark’s picture.

Oh yeah, Uncle Clark. Yeah, the pap love him. You get used to it. I guess you somewhat know my family lol.

Nah, that’s about all I know. Wasn’t really interested in drama about you lot because it’s just not my business. Probably not a shared ideal with the general public.

She finished getting dressed and went to go cook with A/N, and share the news.

----------------------------------

“Girl! You were right about daddy’s money oh my god,” Y/N said when she entered the kitchen.

“Go on,” A/N urged.

“You know Jason Todd? Guess what. That’s hottie from Crim Psych 101.”

“Are you serious? That’s insane. You’re probably plastered across the internet right now for that date,” A/N laughed, “are you scared to date a famous man?” She asked.

“No, he’s really sweet and if this gets serious, I can just block out the flashes.”

The two of them laughed and started cooking. A/N was Latina, so, of course, she was in charge to cook most nights. But Y/N made killer desserts and pizza. Tonight was fajitas, so Y/N kind of sat bat and let A/N do her thing. Trying to know more so one day A/N wouldn’t have to do all the work, Y/N went onto the internet and the first thing she saw?

Globally Revered Son of a Millionaire, Jason Todd, out on a DATE with a Mystery Girl?

Like clockwork, Jason answered:

I guess I have a lot to teach you, and I hope you haven’t been on the internet recently.

I have. Globally Revered Son of a Millionaire. She texted back.

Fuck those damn tabloids. He said, she couldn’t help but agree, the paparazzi seem like they’re very invested in stories that aren’t theirs to tell.

Can’t agree with you more. We should put on a show for them tomorrow, actually give them something to write about.

I like your thinking.

You’ve opened up a lot today.

Is it your turn now?

What do you want to know? You asked him before turning to A/N.

“Tabloids talk too much,” you sneered at her.

“Cat should get their tongue and choke on it,” she finished, “did you at least look cute in their pics?” she asked.

“Somehow. Wasn’t even posing,” Y/N finished.

“Well, food’s done, are you still hungry?”

“Always.”

--------------------------------------

Jason turned to his brother, Dick, Nightwing, and said, 

“She knows now.”

“That you’re rich?” he asked.

“Yeah, I guess I have to be more wary of her now,” he sighed, “I hope she’s not in it for the Wayne fortune.”

“Doubt she is if she agreed the tabloids can suck it, Red Hood.”

“I pray you’re right.”

He then drew his guns and fired at the ground underneath their laest venture into crime-fighting. This was gonna be one hell of a ride Y/N embarked on, not even knowing what she was getting into.

[kaijurakunsobs]

After all the fights and stuff and now that the heisenberg family is working for their freedom this gives themore opportunities to do stuff.

So I present: pyro kid going to the aquarium ( supervised by agents) and is legit so amazed by the colorful fish. The only fish he ever saw where the ones moreau caught and showed him. He misses his uncle and wishes he could see these fish...

Like " how do they even make fish in these colors!!" " those are tropical fish they are born like that" " that squiggly one at the bottom is weird" " that's an octopus " " its weird and squiggly and I like the cut of its jib!!"

[previously]

[insert that one pic of an old man with a hand over his heart and suffering] I think...something broke in my chest

you can see your dad from the door of his new lab, barking orders at all the engineers and technicians under his orders, he says he hates working for the BSAA but he seems more lively, happy and busting with new found passion

he sees you before his assistant has the chance to announce your presence

Karl: what is it kid?

Y/N: Chris said I can go out on my "own" and...I wanted to know if you are ok with it?

Karl: how come you get to roam and break havoc outside and I'm trapped here?

Y/N: well you see...I'm adorable and I get away with anything I want!

your father laughs, making his staff look at him a bit taken aback by the sound, but he nods anyway, casting a glance at the 2 agents waiting for you

he bids you goodbye and reminds you to take pictures of everything

you had chosen the aquarium weeks ago, the memory of your uncle still heavy on you, of the days you spent fishing in the river with him, his books about the terrible sea dragons...you wish he was here to go with you

the ride is quiet and uneventful, Lisa, one of the agents keeps giggling when you poke your head between the seats and ask about something you saw, asking them to show you how to use some feature on your phone

Melvin? that prick...hes the other agent and he laughs when you loudly gasp at the entrance of the aquarium, the bright colors and the speakers announcing something about a...penguin show?

you have to pull him and wildly point at the ticket booth, attracting the attention of many people, but making the agents chuckle and make you wait while they buy the tickets, waving at you to follow

Melvin as to grab the back of your jacket and remind you of the rules, stay close where they can see you if they lose track of you and call you, you answer. more importantly...no talking with suspicious individuals

he wants for you to nod and then, you are free, almost bolting to the exhibitions, looking at everything with a awestruck face

Y/N: Lis...LIS...what in the heck is that...

Lisa: oooh! that's an otter, see? there's a plaque with all the information about them

Y/N: sea otter...so there's other kinds?

Melvin: the river ones, both are cute but I think these guys are bigger

for a moment Lisa worries you might end up running out of battery or memory by how many pictures you take

she's all but happy to take you to the otter show, sneakily taking a picture of you getting a kiss from an otter and send it to Heisenberg

for Melvin is too taxing having to grab your hand and let you pull him everywhere, excitedly babbling about your favorite exhibitions so far, how scary the deep sea creatures look...

then you stop, blankly staring at a river fish tank, Lisa is the one who sees your eyes fill with tears

Lisa: is something wrong Y/N?

Y/N:...those carps...uncle Moreau and I...i was six when he took me to fish for the first time, he was so proud of me when I showed him what caught...it was a young carp nothing big...but he was so proud

Melvin is there in a second, giving you a slight pat on your head and asking "Which area of the aquarium would have been your uncle's favorite"

and the babbling resumes, pointing at the possibility of him LOVING the tropical fish or the penguins...he would have been so happy to see everything!

when the time to leave comes, you are so tired, firmly clutching an otter and shark plush, and a bag with so many trinkets Lisa can't help but shake her head on what kind of stuff you used your allowance

the ride back is only interrupted by the need to buy something to eat, both agents see you tiredly munch on some fries, battling to stay awake

all your energy seems to come back when you are back with your dad, quickly rambling about everything you say, all the things you learned, how he has to go with you next time!

the man laughs when you see the picture of your "first kiss" with the other placed on the fridge

he promises to go next time with you, and maybe, try to hit the local zoo too, he wants to see some land animals he heard or saw only in books

[shorkbrian]

Mirrors

Prelude - Haha Hi I've never done anything quite like this or this long (like 5k bich) but I am THORSTy and I’ve been sitting on these asks for so long I’m so sorry. ALSO to the ppl sending me the sweet gentle asks about my blog guess what??? I would D I E for you legit I read one of them this morning I almost teared up. I haven’t cried (Except for like (TW) s*ui*ide cry lol those don’t count) since like??? last year?? no joke. 

ANYWHO idk how to write a praise kink so I went with like, insecurity? but then Kiribaku likes makes the reader just melt cause they keep praising her and they bring it out during nasty times and she's GONE yeeted off the earth it makes her so hot and wet lol.

Pairing - Kiribaku X Reader

Prompt - 

Warnings - NSFW!!!! Dirty talk, my best effort at a praise kink, mirror stuff, ummmm mentions of kidnapping. DUB-CON big time, maybe technically even noncon cause reader DOES NOT want it but has just. resigned herself to being a plaything.

Music - https://youtu.be/STO4-8vkG0U 

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“What the fuck did you just say?”

You couldn’t meet Bakugou’s eyes. HIs gaze was so intense, eyes so passionate and fierce. You were so embarrassed, aware of Kirishima’s gaze fixed on your form from where he was seated in the armchair.  

“I-I…….. don’t like it…. when you talk like that….”

“Fuckin’ what?” Bakugou barked, his brows knitting in confusion.  

“What do you mean, baby?” Kiri stood, moving to sit next to Bakugou on the couch so he could see your face.

You wiggled around uncomfortably in your spot on the floor,  where you were kneeling between Bakugou’s feet.  Kirishima had made some comment, something about how pretty you looked being so sweet for Bakugou. You were literally just sitting there, but Kiri thought you worthy of praise

“It’s not true…… I’m not-my body doesn’t look nice and I just….. every time you guys say stuff about me, all I can think of is how bad I look.”  It was hard to choke out the words, your face flushing red as your eyes filled with tears. You were so embarrassed, having to explain your insecurities to your kidnappers. It was bad enough that they dressed you up in slinky outfits, booty shorts and thin shirts that were almost see-through. You hated it, hated the way it made you feel, hated the way it made you look. It was humiliating.

“Well that’s a bunch of bullshit. I don’t go around saying shit unless it’s true.” Bakugou glared down at you. He seemed angry that you would even have that view of yourself, the foot resting on the floor by your hip beginning to tap in agitation. 

Kirishima scooted closer so he could reach you, his hand coming up to stroke your hair. “We mean what we say. You’re beautiful, such a good, obedient little girl for us.”

“No, no - please don’t say that kind of stuff!”  You were getting worked up now, tears falling freely as you hugged your arms around your body. Kirishima shared a look with Bakugou, the two men quickly deciding to drop the conversation and move on to something else.

“Tch, whatever. C’mere”  Bakugou patted his leg, prompting you to shuffle out of your kneeling position and onto his lap. You would rather not, but you knew what resistance would result in, and you’d prefer not having to nurse a sore bottom and mild burns for the next few days. Bakugou wrapped an arm loosely around your waist, tugging you closer to him on his lap. Kiri still petted your hair, pressed up against the blond man’s side as he smiled at you.

“It’s fine baby, calm down. Maybe one day you’ll see what we see.” Without leaving any room for you to argue, Kirishima planted a quick smooch on your forehead before rising from the couch. “Do you two have any preferences for dinner? I was thinking we could order something from that yakisoba place, remember Bakugou? The one Mina recommended.”

“Yeah, go for it. They have any spicy shit?”

Tuning them out, you swiped at your tears, trying to reel yourself back into a steady emotional state. You feel so weak these days, both physically and emotionally. Being held captive by the two men had worn you down, made you prone to teary outbursts. You held no control - your daily routine dictated by the men from the first day they had snatched you from your home. You were reluctant to obey, had even fought them at first, but you quickly realized it was easier (and less painful) to just do what they wanted.  

Fighting was useless.

——

Weeks had passed since your little outburst. Unfortunately, Bakugou and Kirishima weren’t willing to give up praising you every chance they got.  You had an inkling suspicion that they had upped the amount of comments they made about you ever since that day, enjoying watching you squirm and your face go bright red. It made you blush, yes. Made your heart beat a little faster, made you flounder for words if you were in the middle of speaking. But you just felt….. shame when they praised you. 

They lauded you for your obedience, how compliant you were for them. Kiri would ask you to sit down and wait at the table while he answered the door (“don’t make a sound baby.”), and you did. Bakugou would have you sit in his lap while playing video games, and you tried you’re best not to squirm. It made you almost feel sick inside, how quickly you had adjusted to being their “good girl”. You just wanted to please, didn’t want them angry at you.

What really made you blush was when they would strip you down, bend you over the nearest surface. They’d be fucking into you, fondling your body while whispering compliments in-between kisses. You never felt “beautiful” nor “delicious”, no matter how many times they told you otherwise. It was especially humiliating when one of them would take you on the bed, the other watching. You always wanted to hide, shield away your body from their prying eyes, but they never let you.

You just didn’t get it, didn’t understand what they saw when they looked at you. Staring into the bathroom mirror, all you saw were your imperfections, your insecurities.  It was shameful, pathetic. You felt entirely unworthy of the attention and love you were being showered with.

——

The boys had seemed more… energetic today, Kirishima almost seeming to bounce with each step, Bakugou smiling gently at you. It made you nervous. It made you even more nervous when Bakugou took his leave, giving both you and Kirishima a quick peck on the lips before going out the door. It was a weekend, and you knew that both men didn’t have work today. You tried asking Kirishima where Bakugou was going, but all you got out of him was a laugh and “Don’t worry about it! He’s gonna do a little bit of shopping.”

Well, at least that eased your mind a tiny bit.

You didn’t have much time to dwell on it though, Kirishima herding you into the basement.  It was the their home gym, filled with weights and machines that kept the two men strong and fit, and you weren’t usually allowed down there. If you were, it was because both of the men were present, and they could watch you while they worked out (you knew that they liked showing off for you, even if they didn’t admit it.).

But today Kiri wasn’t going down there to work out. Once the two of you made it down the steps, Kiri was pulling an exercise bench over, instructing you to lay down on it, belly up.  You did what he said.

“‘Kay, I’m gonna go upstairs to get some stuff. I want your shorts off by the time I get back, alright baby?”

You nodded.

Sighing, you shimmied your shorts down as he left. You never had to worry about underwear - they never let you wear it unless you were on your period. You knew vaguely what direction this was going in, and had already resigned yourself to getting fucked silly by the redhead. It was practically useless trying to resist.

When he came back, you were surprised. He had rope and…… a Hitachi. That was new. In the short time you’d been living with them, you had gotten used to their habits when they fucked you. Neither man was too interested in toys,  preferring to stimulate you manually, so this was an unwelcome surprise.

“Mmhm, you look so sexy baby.” Kiri kneeled down next to you, before peeling apart your thighs. He grinned at you, shark teeth flashing, before snatching up the Hitachi wand, pressing it directly against your pussy. You didn’t like where this is going. 

He didn’t turn it on, instead reaching for the rope that he had brought down. The redhead began wrapping it around your thighs, lifting your legs to encircle them with the rope. It took a few minutes, which were tense, silent as you watched him work.  He made sure to also circle the rope around your hands and torso, anchoring your arms by your side. When Kiri was finished, you were trapped, unable to move your legs, to even simply part them an inch. The Hitachi wand was still directly on your pussy, snug and unmoving. It rubbed against your clit, making you bite your lip at the delicious friction.  Kirishima gave you a flashy smile, turning to ruffle your hair. Distantly you noticed he didn’t have a shirt on.

“Alright babe, we’re gonna have some fun while we wait for Katsuki. You know what this is?” He tapped the wand nestled between your legs.

“It’s…. It’s a vibrator.” You managed, throat suddenly dry.

Kirishima seemed to beam even brighter. “Yeah! I’m gonna turn it on, let you have your fun. But you gotta tell me before you cum, okay? Think you can do that?”

A quick nod from you and the vibrator buzzed to life between your legs, Kirishima not in the mood to dawdle. Your back arched off the bench at the sensation, the pleasure quick and intense. Kirishima stayed kneeling beside you, watching you writhe as he changed the speed of the wand. 

It didn’t take long for you to cry out, “Kirishima, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!”, a thin sheen of sweat covering your body. It made your shirt stick to your chest, accentuate the heaving of your breasts as panted. Right before you orgasmed though, Kiri flipped the off switch, the vibrations cutting off and leaving you hanging. Your eyes shot open, confusion furrowing you’re brow.

“Wha-Kiri? What?”

The redhead smirked, pressing a hand to your tummy to prevent you from moving against the wand, desperate for more stimulation, desperate to orgasm.

“Not yet baby, not yet.”

He patted your stomach soothingly as you stared up at him in confusion. You had been so close! Why have you tell him when you’re going to cum, only to rip that away from you??

A minute passed, then two, Kirishima still rubbing his big hand across your tummy. It was meant to be soothing, a soft gesture, but it only heated your skin, made pleasure thrum in your veins. When you had sufficiently calmed down, chest no longer heaving, Kiri reached down and flicked the wand back on, chuckling at the way you desperately ground against the rounded head of the toy.

“Mm, desperate little baby, aren’t you?” He was kissing your neck, letting his tongue slip out to lick at the skin there.  It set you on fire. Reaching the high of orgasm came even quicker this time, spurred on by your movements and determination to cum. If you didn’t tell Kirishima when you were about to, he wouldn’t be able to stop you. So you stayed silent, circling your hips as best you could, leaning into the hot kisses being pressed to your throat.

All of a sudden, the vibrator clicked off, Kirishima’s hand on your tummy once again.

“Thought you could get away with that one? You’re so cute.”

You felt like screaming, yelling out your frustration. He knew your body too well, could feel the hitch in your breath as you prepared to orgasm, felt your fingers tighten, clenching around nothing. He had stopped the vibrator right as you were beginning to feel it, the wave of pleasure. It was frustrating.

You could hardly believe you were thinking this, but you couldn’t wait for Bakugou to get back.

——

It was torture, having your orgasm slip away from you time after time. Kirishima was having fun, groping your chest, leaving sloppy kisses along your neck and collarbone. He liked seeing you struggle, almost at the point of begging and pleading with him in your need to cum.

He had been edging you for a while now, you didn’t even know how many orgasms he had yanked you away from. Kiri had just stopped you once more, turning the vibrator off and holding you still /right/ as you felt yourself letting go. You wanted to scream, on the verge of tears. But then Kirishima was glancing at his phone, stuffing it in his pocket before standing so he could untie you from the bench.

“Bakugou’s back, we’re gonna go see what he brought home for us!”

You could barely think straight, wincing when Kiri removed the vibrator pressing up against your pussy. You were drenched, pussy wet and red and puffy, your own slick covering your thighs. Kirishima helped you to your feet, guiding you into your shorts. You were too out of it to do much, simply letting the man guide and push and lift your body as he pleased. When he pressed up against you to pull your shorts snug over your hips, you felt his bulge through his shorts, poking you in the stomach.  You suppose he’d been waiting for relief too, just the same as you.

Kirishima helped you totter up the basement stairs, then guided you towards the bedroom, hand on your waist. You stumbled through the door, eyes immediately focusing on the giant mirror leaned up against the wall. How had Bakugou even gotten it through the door?  

“Damn Kiri, you’re really worked up.”

Bakugou was sitting on the bed, unlacing his shoes. Kirishima chuckled, hand leaving your waist so he could go sit beside the blonde.

“Me and her both man. Had to hold myself back, she was making such raunchy sounds.”

Their attention turned to you, both men smirking as they eyed you, Kirishima still with a prominent tent in his shorts.

“Yeah, I fuckin’ bet.”  Bakugou smirked. 

Kirishima stood, stepping languidly around you until he was at your back, broad chest pressing up against you.

“I mean, look at this -“ a hand cupped your mound, making you jump. You were still sensitive from being denied so many times, even the slightest touch had you twitching. “ - she’s fucking dripping.”

It was true, the crotch of your shorts soaked with your juices. Kiri rubbed his index finger against the seam, pressing it up and against your clit. You shuddered, hand flying up at grasp onto his arm. It felt so good, you hated his touch, didn’t want his hands on you, but oh, your body liked it.

Kirishima pushed you forward, fingers still teasing you through your wet shorts.  You gasped when you were pushed face first into the bed, bent at the waist.  A hot, blunt hardness rubbed up against you, Kiri’s hand still cupping your mound.

“You’re being such a good little bitch, letting us do whatever the fuck we want to your stupid little cunt.” 

You lifted your eyes, saw Bakugou smirking down at you as you were rocked gently by the force of Kiri’s humping. The blond was palming himself over his jeans, but your attention was quickly shifted when you felt your shorts getting ripped down, off your body.

“Step out.” You obeyed. Kirishima was hungry, lustful - voice deeper and serious now - no trace of his signature lightheartedness. He always got like this this when he was excited.  Your head was wrenched to the side, cheek mashed against the bedspread, large hand pressing and holding you in place. Belatedly, you recognized you were facing the mirror leaned against the wall, could see Kirishima’s bulk behind you, his shorts already pulled down to reveal his hard cock. If you hadn’t taken it before, you would be scared. He was thick, blunt and girthy - not to mention a considerable length. The tip was flushed red, almost purple, shiny with leaked precum and almost swollen. 

“Look at yourself in the mirror baby, you see that? How nice you look, all obedient and ready to take my cock? Such a good, sweet little girl.”

You looked so tiny compared to the redhead, the man having to bend his knees slightly to rub the head of his cock against your pussy. You tried not to moan when he focused it on your clit, rubbing it rapidly over the nub.  “Kiri - please……Aah! Let me - lemme cum..” You whined.

“God, you’re so perfect, you know that?” He breathed out a laugh, still rubbing the head of his blunt cock over your clit, hand still forcing your head to the side, making you watch his movements. You almost wanted to cry - being teased and denied for so long. You just wanted to cum, wanted to get this over quickly so you could go shower. 

Normally seeing yourself in a mirror was something you’d try to avoid, not favoring the way you looked. But now, you were mesmerized, watching through the reflection the way Kirishima’s red cock pulsed as he finally, finally slipped it into your opening. You choked on a moan as he slowly stretched you out, feeding inch after inch of his wide cock into you. In the mirror, you saw him tip his head back, groaning low in his throat when he finally bottomed out, fat balls pressed flush against you.

 “Fuck, oh god, feels so good. You’re so good, can feel your pretty little pussy trying to milk me.” He leaned down, warm chest plastered across your back as he whispered in your ear. 

“You really want this, don’t you? Such a gorgeous baby, so sexy and hot and  perfect.”

The man didn’t start out slowly, he never did. He was aggressive, unrelenting as he thrust his fat cock into you over and over. Your legs were shaking, the pleasure making you weak-kneed, your tongue lolling out of your open mouth, unable to quiet your moans. Kirishima’s pace was frenzied, excited, animalistic as he chased his own pleasure, the sound of his skin slapping against your own filling the room. It was incredible.

His dick hit all the right spots, pressing you closer and closer to your orgasm. If he didn’t let you cum this time you were going to cry.  Your could hear the lecherous, sinful sounds of your pussy squelching, milky juices getting everywhere. It coated his dick, was covering your thighs. You could feel drops of wetness being flicked everywhere on every thrust, the wet, fast slaps of his thighs against you making your stomach clench even harder.  The hand in your hair pulled up slightly, wrenching your head back in order for Kiri to give your a quick, desperate kiss - full of teeth and spit. He had hardly detached from your lips before he was mouthing at your back, spitting out filth as he did so.

“Shit, I love you so much. Wish I could be inside you all time - see how easily your body takes me? You were made for this, such a filthy little baby. Always look so tempting, always wanna fuck you, fill you up, make you squirt.” 

His words were getting to you, as you were forced to watch him pounding into you, hips snapping and tensing in an animalistic fashion. It was too much - the pleasure, his crude words, the visual of seeing yourself getting fucked, worshipped. Your eyes closed, clenching shut as you moaned over a particularly satisfying thrust. Kiri didn’t like that. The hand not holding your head against the bed slipped underneath you, immediately finding your clit, pinching at it viciously.

“Open your eyes, keep watching or else I stop.”

You wailed, eyes flying open. Kirishima was smiling, still kissing sloppily at your back as he began playing with your clit.

“You always look so tasty, can’t tell you - Fuck! - how many times I think about fucking your brains out during the day - shit, you’re so good for me.”

HIs hips stuttered as he rammed forward, signaling he was close. He wasn’t the only one - your hands clawing at the bedspread, your hips moving and twitching as you tried to grind yourself against his hand, his cock slamming into you.  His big hand rubbed you just right, and it sent a pang of sizzling pleasure trough your body.  A broken cry left you as you finally orgasmed, hot, shaking, senseless. Thank god.

The wild twitching of your pussy as you rode out your high triggered Kirishima’s own orgasm, the man burying his face between your shoulder blades as his own hips twitched wildly, humping his cock into you as he released his seed.  He was cursing, saying something, but it was muffled by the skin he caught between his teeth, making you squeal as you felt hot cum shoot into you. It took a minute for the man to slow down, thrusting through his orgasm and into the aftershocks, milking and prolonging both of your pleasure. It felt so good, so right. You were so high from the endorphins that you couldn’t even think to remember how wrong this was, how you didn’t want any of it.

Pulling out, Kirishima watched his cum begin dripping out of your cunt, pushing himself away from your back as he stood, chest heaving, body glistening with sweat. You were barely able to keep yourself up, still bent over the bed, legs wobbly and arms jelly. A separate set of hands pulled you to the side, and you let yourself be manhandled, pulled and situated in Bakugou’s lap, his chest to your back.

You had forgotten about Bakugou.

His jeans were off, along with his boxers. His shirt was gone too, thrown somewhere on the floor. The blond ripped at the shirt still plastered to your chest, the fabric giving in easily to his strength. You couldn’t bring yourself to care as it shredded right through the middle, freeing your tits. It’s not like it hid anything anyways.

“Jesus, that was so fuckin’ hot, watching Kiri pound into you like that. Look at yourself, leaking everywhere like a damn hose. You like having Kiri’s cum sliding out of your soggy little cunt?” 

His chin hooked over your shoulder and he directed your gaze forward. 

There was another mirror.

It was leaned up against the far wall, allowing you a perfect view of your sweaty, debauched body as Bakugou spread you legs, hooking your knees over his own so he could force your thighs even further apart. Oh god.

He was hard as a rock, moving your body around on his lap so his dick pressed up against the outside of your pussy, cum still escaping from your hole. You were exhausted, body limp and pliant - you didn’t know if you could go another round.

Bakugou didn’t care.

A harsh slap had you crying out, a sharp “Ah!”  Filling the room. Bakugou slapped your slit again, and you tried to curl in on yourself, protect yourself from the abuse on your sensitive pussy. The blond slithered a hand around your chest, reaching up to grip your throat lightly.

“Stop that. Fucking look at this shit. See how sloppy your pussy is? Everytime I do this - “ He delivered another quick slap, and you writhed on his lap, which caused you to push against the hard cock nestled between your thighs. “ - You let more cream out.”

Without saying anything more, Bakugou shoved the hand not around your throat under your thigh, lifting you up just enough so he could slip his dick into you. HIs cock was less girth than Kirishima’s - it was  about the same length but a more manageable size. He had been jacking off while watching Kiri fuck you, so his length was already coated in a layer of his spit and precum. That, combined with the cum already drenching your insides,  meant he met virtually no resistance as he thrust up slowly.

You writhed, the hand at your throat and at your thigh keeping you steady in his lap. Kirishima was on the floor, leaning his back against the bed as he watched the two of you in the mirror, still panting and calming down from his intense orgasm. 

There wasn’t any time to adjust, to ask Bakugou to wait, you’re too sensitive to go again! He was more relaxed than Kirishima, more controlled and languid in his thrusting. He rolled his hips, bouncing you gently in his lap as he forced you to keep your head straight, despite your efforts to turn away from the mirror showing your own reflection. You looked absolutely filthy - face flushed, tits bouncing, Bakugou’s hard cock drilling into you. You couldn’t help but moan, the sight stirring up something, some heated feeling inside your tummy.You liked watching them fuck you.

“Goddamn, every single time feels so fucking good. Shit, shit shit shit - it’s like you were made for us!”

He sounded so gleeful, so truthful. You unconsciously clenched around his length, feeling tingly as his thrusts ground deep, hit every single spot that made a sweet zing of  bliss race through your body.

“Ah, ah fuck, you finally get it? You see what we’re fuckin’ on about when we say you look so damn delicious? Shit, I wanna take a bite outta you, so juicy and ripe and fucking perfect.”

Bakugou was out of breath, his voice deep as he growled at you.  You grabbed at the arm around your chest, his thighs, his hair - anything to anchor yourself as his balls papped against you. You could hear someone moaning, whining and sobbing, was that you?

Kirishima had recovered, moving to kneel between Bakugou’s and your own spread legs. “Bakugou, you two look so good together.” That seemed to spur the blond on, his thrusts speeding up as he grunted. You screamed when you felt  a wet muscle swip at your clit, looking down to see Kirishima grinning up at you, his tongue hanging out. On each thrust, he was licking at Bakugou’s cock, and then at your clit right above him, making you wiggle and spasm as you tried to escape the intense sensation.

“Kiri, Kir- stop! Stop, please I can’t! Stop, stop stop stop!”

You were pushing at his head, albeit weakly, but you were trying to move him away, becoming frantic as the combined efforts of the two men overwhelmed you, had you throwing your head back against Bakugou’s shoulder and gasping. Bakugou snickered, before plunging his tongue into your open mouth, stealing a kiss. You whined, scrabbling at his arms, Kirishima’s hair, trying to get away but simultaneously trying to bring the two of them closer. It felt so /good/, you didn’t even have the words to describe how heavenly and lascivious and filthy you were feeling. 

“Hah, you’re so wet, you hear yourself? Sloppy girl. Taking me so well, shit, so goddamn good.”

You could indeed, hear yourself. On every thrust of Bakugou’s, your pussy squelched, greedily sucking him in. It was absolutely filthy, hearing your juices and Kiri’s cum sloshing together as Bakugou shoved his cock into you, again and again. You could hear Kirishima slurping at your cunt with fervor, could tell by the slick sounds and rhythmic movement of his arm that he was frantically jerking himself off as he lapped at the point where Bakugou’s hot flesh met your own.  It was hot, not only in temperature. 

“C’mon baby, let it out, let me taste you. Wanna see you clenching around Katsuki’s cock like the good, sweet little girl you are.”

Kirishima’s words hand you reeling, and the second his lips went back to attacking your clit, you were gone. It almost hurt, how tense your muscles became, squeezing an agonizingly delicious orgasm out of you. Bakugou felt you release, his thrusts speeding up as Kirishima kept his tongue out, laving at Bakuguo’s cock as he hammered into your clenching cunt. You were crying, twisting In Bakugou’s hold as you were quickly overstimulated, shrieking as you were left with no respite.

It didn’t take long for Bakugou to cum, spurred on by your writhing and tears, the way you were begging and pleading and sobbing, imploring the men to stop. With a guttural moan, the blond gave on last thrust, shooting his seed into you, hot ropes of cum filling you up. Kirishima was still licking around Bakugou’s cock, catching the cum and slick that squeezed it’s way past the cock plugging you up.

You shivered, relaxing against the hard chest behind you as Kirishima eventually stopped lapping at you, his own arm still. He had cum again at some point, pumping his cock into his own fist. Bakugou pressed a gentle kiss behind your ear, panting hotly against the shell.

“Fuuuuuck-“ he whined out “- that was amazing.”

“Mhmm.” Kiri hummed his agreement, slowly standing. The redhead flopped down on the bed, crawling up to sprawl out on one side, head resting against a pillow. Bakugou slipped out of you with no warning, your sudden gasp as you felt wet drip out of you making him chuckle. He maneuvered your lax body onto the bed, next to Kirishima, before pressing himself up behind you, trapping your body between the two men. You were too tired to feel gross, to mind the wet slide of your thighs as you shifted into a more comfortable position. Kirishima threw an arm around your waist, leaning up on his elbow to hover over and across you, stealing a kiss from Bakugou. Then he was stealing one from you, wet mouth connected to your own. 

You didn’t fight.

When he flopped back down, you breathed a sigh of relief, feeling like you could finally relax as the two men stayed silent, all three of you exhausted, fucked out. 

This was only the tip of the ice berg. 

If you knew how often and intensely the men intended to fuck you near the mirrors, you would probably pass out. They just wanted to show you what they saw in you. It had been two of the strongest orgasms you had experienced in a while, but there was no way you’d admit it was because of their praising and insistence  on making you watch yourself getting railed by them.

For now, you let yourself drift into a comfortable doze, let the heat of the two bodies caging you in keep you warm, keep you trapped.

Why bother fighting? 

There was no escape.

[astrodances]

Dose the food replicator understand what Donald is saying 

This question legit made me laugh for like five minutes straight when I first read it, so thank you for that. XD This feels like the most quintessential question you could get from crossing these two universes over haha! XD

But for real, this is a good question. The food replicator, I'm sure, is tied into the universal translator, so you would think its matrix could decipher even Donald's voice, given all the other alien languages it's encountered. And I mean, I might just go with this being the easy answer and call it a day. The universal translator is pretty sophisticated technology, after all.

But...depending on my previous notes and answers, and the timeline of all the things, one of two things could be the case:

When young Donald and Della first arrive on the Klondike (and have presumably come from a household that didn't rely on replicators, or Della's usually there to interpret for him, and/or there's still touchscreens?), maybe the ship's replicator either only sometimes understands Donald and gives him the wrong things ("I said 'juice', not 'books'!"), or just doesn't understand him at all. So he takes it upon himself to finally do something about it, and he starts to tinker with the replicator in his and Della's quarters. There's probably some shenanigans involved, but eventually he makes the replicator and the UT understand him, and that becomes his first taste of engineering!

This was actually my initial idea, but given the timeline and the whole B.O.Y.D.-colony thing, it might not work, but...I was thinking that maybe at the Academy (or, if I can really make it work, when they're kids!), a young Gyro Gearloose sees Donald having trouble with the replicator, and he takes it upon himself to find a solution. There's more shenanigans, misunderstandings, and some bonding involved here, too, but in the end, Gyro comes through, and the two of them become friends to some degree. (Though this might be where the Della-Gyro teasing begins?)

Either way, by the end of these situations, we're left with a new invention: an "external" Barksian Modulator. It's a device for the UT that allows the replicator, and all computer/ship systems, to understand Donald's voice - basically, the computers hear what we heard in "Shadow War!"

Now this does come with an important question or two: does this mean that everyone else will also hear Donald's smooth voice through the UT (since the listener hears things in their own language through the UT, and the Modulator might consider Donald's unique voice a different language, in a technical sense)? That could have some emotional storylines, or maybe it is just a modulation for the computer, and everyone else still hears Donald's normal voice.

The other important smaller question is, will this be a device/software that Donald has to bring around with him from ship to ship, at least at first? Gonna go with probably not, or at least not for long: the UT is built into combadges and computers, so it probably should be easy enough to submit it to whomever oversees the UT and have them integrate it into the software on a Federation/Fleet-wide level. The UT is learning new languages and adapting them all the time, and this would just be another for the books.

And last thought: I think I will be able to use Barksian Modulator as the name here still. I'm sure there was some inventor/linguist/scientist/engineer by the name of Carl Barks well before Donald and Gyro's time who probably had a hand in creating the UT, and his work specifically influenced their ideas for the Modulator. ;)

[dweetwise]

Idk if you're still doing the rare pair thing but could I perhaps get a few hcs for Laurie and Jill? Angst and fluff....or even better: somehow both in one. 🥺

a very old request that i only got around to now. i hope this works for you anon!

Jill X Laurie headcanons

At first, Jill and Laurie merely formed a friendly bond. Even though the rest of the survivors are also familiar with running from killers, nobody except Jill and Laurie truly understand what it’s like to be prey for something stronger than a force of nature.

Jill thought she got closure and finally killed the thing, only for the Nemesis to appear right back in the Entity's realm to continue its pursuit. Neither her nor Laurie ever feel truly safe even at the campfire, but it helps to be able to share the trauma with someone who understands.

Once they start dating, they find that they're finally able to relax at least a little bit, if only in each other's company. Even though they often take turns keeping watch while the other sleeps, just being able to breathe out and sink into each other's arms is a much needed break from the horrors they have to face. Even while asleep, they trust the other to protect them.

Physical contact is extremely important to Jill. Having watched way too many people die right before her eyes, Jill needs to hold Laurie or even just rest a hand on her shoulder; anything to be reassured that Laurie is there and alive.

Laurie was pretty jumpy to Jill's casual touches at the start, easily startling from the contact and causing some awkward moments between them when Jill nearly got punched in the face on reflex. Now, Jill has learned to make her presence known and Laurie has discovered that she actually loves cuddling even more than Jill.

Jill was only a child when the Halloween massacre took place in 1978, but she recognizes a lot of the cultural references Laurie makes, at least more so than their friends from the 2000’s. Laurie likes listening to Jill talk about how technology and society evolved after her disappearance, but sometimes they just like to geek out over a movie they’ve both watched or some candy they remember from their childhoods.

Even though Jill is the one with actual combat training, Laurie is just as determined to protect her girlfriend. Jill has seen heroic civilians in her time, but Laurie is on another level entirely, more capable than many trained experts she’s known.

Laurie is intrigued by Jill’s background in law enforcement. Even if she’d never considered something like that for herself, it’s interesting to hear about how her girlfriend made a name for herself despite the prejudices she faced as a young woman.

They are very no-nonsense in trials, a legit battle couple in the way they bark instructions to their teammates and can hold their own against any killer better than most.

The other survivors sometimes get a little annoyed at the constant babysitting, teasing the women about lightening up. While it's true that neither Laurie nor Jill are known to laugh often, when they're alone they exchange those rare smiles that nobody else gets to see.