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jazziejax · 10 days ago

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𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - Dev-Em x Black!OC

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - In which the sudden crash into the backyard of a southern belle’s Louisiana bayous home leads to the unexpected meeting of an outer space alien and regular baker

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - Fluff, chile, idk superpowers maybe?

𝐉𝐚𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞’𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 - I think this might be my favorite story so far. I love superhero’s and lovey-dovey fluff and this is all that plus a fine ass man so…UNEDITED!!! Sorry for any spelling errors. I’m also working on my other works so you’ll be getting an update soon! Also, tagging never works for me so if the tag list is janky, I’m so sorry. Let me know if you want to be apart of it and what you guys think, LOVE YOU!!!<3

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 7,109+

Tonight was quiet, oddly enough. The air was still, with no sound of the soft chirping of crickets or a lighting bug in sight, save for the occasional breeze of the warm southern wind. The usually humid air now had a cool breeze to it, less sticky and sweeping the curly flyaways at the back of her neck, causing her to occasionally reach back to swat at the feeling of false flies. Her curly fro was in a bun at the top of her head, a silk scarf wrapped around the base and a pencil stuck in her hair rather than behind her ear since she was wearing her glasses. She was reading some physiological thriller about a woman and her husband’s mistress. She was almost done and was anticipating the crossword puzzles it had in the back.

She sat on her porch in a creaky rocking chair, a book resting on her lap and a glass of iced tea sweating on the small table beside her and her small orange, Mufasa, resting on the floor. She then sighed, tilting her head back to lean against the back of her chair. “I pray a marriage like this never finds me.” She said to herself after the woman caught her husband and the mistress again, the pair telling her their creed story to ruin her life and walk away scotch-free and with all the money. Her gaze was locked on the stars, able to see the twinkling rocks due to the small amount of artificial light available in the Bayou neighborhood.

This was how every night was for her. She ended the day on her porch, her fluffy robe covering whatever she decried to wear that night as she softly rocked back and forth in her old chair, reading whatever book she picked up next from the porch swing, that seat was filled with all the books she bought when she first moved into the large home. Then she’d end it all by giving the stars one last glance. Looking between the constellation patterns she could recognize and the occasional star-link that slowly moved across the sky. And the North Star shined big and bright in front of her, angled perfectly with the spot of her chair.

But the twinkling was different tonight. The stars seemed to shine brighter than usual. Everything about tonight was different.

That’s when she saw it. A streak of light tore across the sky, burning bright like a falling star. She stood up with a gasp, looking at the moving ball. “Oh my goodness, a shooting star.” She said softly. She started at it as it moved across the sky before quickly clasping her fists together. “Ohh! I gotta make a wish.” She held them up to her chest, tightly shutting her eyes. She then took in a beep breath.

I wish…for something new. Something fun and exciting. Anything……Anything to make my miserable life a little less lonely. She thought to herself, her thoughts dwindling within her mind once she realized how sad and pathetic she sounded. She let out a small sigh, opening her eyes and placing her hands on her hips. “Now this is just sad, Magnolia Etienne.” She shook her head at herself. She then crossed her arms, giving the sky one last look. It was empty now, with no moving stars in sight. Pushing her lips, she turned around and picked her book up from the soft pad placed on the seat of her rocking chair.

She tucked her book under her arms and squatted to scratch behind her cat’s ears. “Come on Mufasa, time for bed.” She said. The lazy cat perked up at the sound of her voice and her fingers in his fur. He meowed as he leaned into the touch, rising from his lounging position, the bell on his collar emitting a soft ding. She grabbed her glass of tea and began to make her way into her home, opening the screen door.

She held the door open, watching Mufasa waddle his way past her. She had a small smile on her face before closing both of her doors behind her and locking them. She watched as Mufasa trudged his way up the stairs to her right while she went to the left, right into the archway that led to the large kitchen. She poured the rest of her tea down the drain and placed the dark green glass in the sink. She then scurried out of the kitchen back through the same archway and began to make her way up the same stairs as Mufasa.

She was only halfway up before she heard what sounded like a large freight train coming near. She couldn’t pause to contemplate what the sound could be before a loud explosion sounded from outside. The entire house shook at the crash, the pictures on the wall jittering at the vibrations while Magnolia tried to keep her balance as she leaned against the wall next to her for stability. She heard Mufasa’s loud screech from her bedroom before she saw the orange ball bumbling down the steps towards her.

Magnolia’s heart pounded within her chest as she suck to the floor, scooping her cat into her arms as she waited for things to die down. Her home still vibrated after the lasting effects of the crash, which she could tell was close due to the sound and her still shaking home. And after that, for only a moment, everything was still. The only sound was her shallow breathing and Mufasa’s soft bell as he moved within her arms. She then slowly pushed herself up, her heart hammering in her chest.

“Lord have mercy,” Magnolia breathed, scrambling to her feet. She stumbled up the stairs, her cat still in her arms as she made her way down the hall and to her bedroom. She gave no regard to the clothes on the floor as hopped over them, quickly grabbing the shotgun from beside her bed. She didn’t wait another second before rushing down the stairs. She went to her left, leaving her into the living room, making her way over to the bay window tucked to the side, and looking out the large glass panels.

A glow white emitted from her backyard through the smoke of the explosion. She furrowed her brows as she blinked, wondering what could’ve possibly crashed landed on her property of all things.

She pushed herself from her knees on the cushion window seat to pull out the ball draw under it, pulling out a large flashlight. With Mufasa still in her arms, along with her gun and now her tool, she made her way to the back door of her home. She took slow steps from the living room to the dining room, the white glow dimming down before her eyes through the curtains of the home. Once she made it past the seating area and into the kitchen, she hit the screen door leading to the back porch. She paused, gulping as she looked through the mosquito net that stopped at her knees.

“Okay, Mufasa. This is probably really stupid.” She said to the cat in her arms. “So I’m bringing you out here in case I die.” She looked down at him, only to meet his disinterested expression, a consistent look of his. “I want you to run to Leroy’s house and tell him I’m gone. He’ll take care of you.” She gave him a sad smile. Mufasa just blinked.

“You don’t give a damn.” She sighed before leaning down a little to drop him from her hands. She stood straight with a small huff, calming her nerves and collecting herself before stepping out of the door. She wiped her palms on the side of her soft purple robe, switching the cold metal of the rifle between her hands. She then began to stretch her arms and shoulders, pulling one arm over her chest to the opposite side. Once done, she placed the gun in her hands, positioning it just right in case she needed to aim. She also held the flashlight.

Magnolia squinted as she pushed open the door, the smoke from the explosion seeping into the bottom of the door. Mufasa rushed out into the smog that had eased its way up the steps of her porch.

Her breath hitched as she pushed open the screen door and stepped onto the back porch, her sock-cladded feet pressing against the cool and damp wooden boards. She squinted out into the yard, trying to see past the smoke that was beginning to roll into the bayou waters not far from the grass.

She took a few more steps out, stepping down the first few creaky steps of the porch. She could hear the soft bell of Mufasa’s collar coming from the center of the explosion. Her heart was pounding within her chest as she stepped closer and closer, her flashlight finally giving her some justice of sight into the space of the crash. “Please let it be…oh, hell, I don’t know, nothing crashing into your backyard is good.” She said softly to herself. “Unless it’s money in a safe. That’ll be good if I could get the safe open.” She tried to calm herself down, her mind racing on something that could potentially kill her or have her making some sort of official report.

Her breath hitched at the sight before her, the fog dimming to reveal what lay in the middle of her garden. Right where her prized tomatoes used to grow, was a smoldering crater, smoke curling into the humid night air. She edged closer, the shotgun held tight to her chest and then froze when she saw it—someone, or something, lying in the wreckage.

“Well my, oh, my.” She whispered. There was a man in the crater. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and covered in soot. His clothes—or what was left of them—looked strange, like some sort of uniform or armor that had been ripped apart in the impact, the black suit shimmering in the moonlight. Blood streaked his face, and his breathing was shallow, which she could only tell that he was doing by the way the smoke cleared from his face. She stood there, shocked at what she was seeing. She glanced around the crater, looking for anything else that could indicate what happened or caused the crash, but there was nothing. No debris, shrapnel, scraps, nothing. Just him and the hole.

Mufasa sat himself next to his head after giving the man a quick sniff. He then reached out a placed a paw on the unconscious man’s head, turning his head to give the woman his same disinterested face. Magnolia hesitated, but only for a moment. She then dropped her arms, letting out a deep sigh. “Reckon I can’t just leave you out here,” she muttered to herself, setting the shotgun aside.

She placed her hands on her hips, observing the scene before her. She then let out another sigh before moving her way into the crater with the man and giving her cat a look. “You gon’ just sit there and stare or are you gonna help a sista out?” She asked, bending to the man. Mufasa just yawned, giving her the same look, causing her to let out a small scoff. “No help, as usual. You know, I don’t even know why I let you live with me, rent-free.” She snarked at him as she moved to grab the man’s upper body to drag him away. “You’re gonna have to start carrying your own weight.” She groaned as she took steps. Mufasa just sat next to him, watching as she struggled. “Of course not now.”

It took all of her strength to drag him into the house. She groaned all the way into the home with the weight of the man in her arms. Mufasa did nothing but follow her, at the heels of the unconscious man, stopping now and then when Magnolia dropped him to catch her breath. “Just give me a sec. This guy’s a bolder and you’re no help.” She’d puff out. Then she’d only receive the small ding of his bell as some sort of response. “I have gots to stop talking to my cat.” She sighed.

By the time she got him onto the couch, she was sweating and cursing under her breath. His weight was unreal, like trying to move a fallen redwood tree. Once he was settled, she went to the kitchen and gathered a large bowl with some warm water and a fresh sponge. She sat the materials on the small coffee table next to him, then focused on his clothing. “Dammit, you need clothes.” She sighed. She rushed up the stairs to her bedroom, grabbing her biggest items of clothing, which she usually slept in. Her joggers weren’t that baggy, at least not enough to fit him, so she went for the large basketball shorts she always wore for whatever reason.

After collecting those, she went back down to begin cleaning what she could.

Surprisingly to her, he had no wounds on his skin, even though dried blood littered his face and neck. She was a little glad that was all it was since that meant she didn’t have to run back upstairs and gather supplies to clean his wounds. But that also made her even more confused. She still wasn’t fully clear on what exactly had happened for him to end up in her backyard. But she cleaned the air and debris from his skin as best she could.

“Where in the world did you come from?” She murmured, her eyes lingering on his sharp jawline and high cheekbones. He was a beautiful man. His skin was smooth, the light brown color warm against the warm lighting of her home. His face was clean-shaven, not a hair in sight besides the ones in his head, which were cute and curly. She couldn’t help but notice his large features. They were attractive. His lips were strong and structured. His nose was perfect, symmetrical, and sculpted to his face. What she admired most was his ears. His large ears were…cute.

That’s all she could say about him.

He didn’t respond to her soft voice, just lying there unconscious, his chest rising and falling steadily. She worked quietly, her cleaning moving from his face to his chest after she struggled to remove the tattered uniform. The cleaning seemed to ease the racing heart and her wandering mind. Her nerves settled as she busied herself. Once he was cleaned up and changed, after trying her best to not admire his exquisite physique like some perv, she covered him with a quilt, sat in the armchair opposite him, and waited, her shotgun resting across her knees.

“Okay, Mufasa. Now we wait.” She said, leaning back in the shake, her gaze locked on the arms. She didn’t get to change his pants, not wanting to do anything past taking his combat boots off and making it extra creepy on her end, so she just settled for the shirt.

It didn’t take long before she was feeling the effects of sleep hitting her like a bolder. Her head was leaned back against the back of the chair while Mufasa was curled against her feet. And just as she was zoning off, suddenly remembered.

I wish…for something new. Something fun and exciting. Anything……Anything to make my miserable life a little less lonely.

𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

It was the smell of bacon that woke him. Not that he knew what that was. But it was a strange smell nonetheless. His eyes snapped open as he woke with a start, and for a moment, he panicked. His body jolted as though he’d been dropped from a great height. For a moment, disorientation flooded him. His heart dropped and his mind became alert. The room around him was unfamiliar—soft light filtering through the lace curtains and stained glass windows, casting patterns across the dark hardwood floor. The air smelled faintly of lavender and wood polish. The walls were lined with framed pictures of smiling strangers, and the faint hum of a ceiling fan on the ceiling. He pushed the thick and cold quilt off his chest and sat up too quickly, causing his head to swim.

That’s when he heard it—the soft clatter of ceramic plates and titanium pans clinging together. His senses seemed to sharpen as he zoned in on the sound, hearing the quiet hum of a tune being sung under someone’s breath. “I’ve been loving you, too long.” He heard the voice of a woman sing as the smell of meat filled his nose, along with a hint of something sweet. He could hear everything else as well, from the steady hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen, the faint creak of the house as it settled, and even the low rumble of a truck passing somewhere far in the distance. He rose to his feet cautiously, glancing down at himself. His torn armor was gone, replaced with a clean t-shirt that fit his frame a little tight.

He could feel the memories rushing back to him, but it all wasn’t clear. He could only remember being in the escape vessel before something happened and then it all cut the heat he felt from the speed of the ship and then the crash. He remembered home but he didn’t have a clue as to how anything led to now.

He then realized his body felt different when he stood. Stronger. Lighter. He looked down as he clenched a fist and felt the sense of power or energy, humming just beneath the surface, waiting. His gaze darted around the room, catching sight of a mirror on the wall near the fireplace. He moved over to it, looking at his clean and clear face. He looked as if nothing happened. He then turned back around, observing the place he was now in.

The house was large but cozy, every surface filled with framed photographs, antique knickknacks, and small vases of wildflowers. A knit blanket had been folded neatly and draped over the back of the green couch he rose from, his quilt discarded on the floor. He then saw some sort of gun leaning against a chair angled towards the couch—close but not threateningly so. He turned his head and then began his move toward where he heard the voice from, causing the wooden floor to groan softly beneath his weight. He flinched at the sound, but even as he moved, his senses adjusted. He could hear her still. Her voice. She was humming. The faint sound of a song he didn’t recognize on her lips.

Dev’s brow furrowed, and he tilted his head as though he could see through the walls. His senses then kicked in without permission. The faintest shift in his vision brought the world into sharp relief. He blinked, startled as the wall in front of him seemed to blur and fade, revealing a woman standing by the stove, her honey-roasted skin shining in the sun that seeped through the kitchen, and the reddish tint to her hair swept into a mess of curls at the top of her head, wrapped in a emerald green scarf as she stirred something in a skillet. He could see through the wall, clear as day.

He stumbled back, a rush of panic tightening his chest. What was happening to him?

The creak of the floorboards gave him away as he stepped toward the kitchen. “Good mornin’.” The soft voice called to him before he even reached the doorway. He hesitated, his muscles tensing as he stepped further into the room. And there she was—the woman he’d seen through the wall. She was a young woman with very curly hair and a lot of it. She was standing at the stove, her back to him as she poured batter mix into the small waffle machine next to the stove. She glanced over her shoulder, giving a view of her face. Her expression was kind but wary.

“Figured you’d wake up hungry.” She said, gesturing toward the small table near the window to their left, where a plate full of food was already waiting.

His gaze shifted to the plate, looking at the many varieties of food on it. They then darted around the kitchen, taking in every detail—the mismatched stool chairs at the island-style bar and the ones at the table, the vase of wildflowers in the center of the table, the open window letting in a soft breeze. He could hear the sound of water faintly moving from the open pane, ducks quacking and mosquitoes buzzing. He gulped, brows furrowed as he tried to take in everything that surrounded him, wondering if he could piece together where he could be from the environment and her weird clothing. His voice was hoarse when he finally spoke. “Where am I?”

She stopped what she was doing to slowly tune her head towards him, face contorted in confusion “Louisiana.” She said, blinking at him as if his question had an obvious answer. But then she realized that none of last night seemed to make sense and she wasn’t quite sure if she was still dreaming or not.

“You’re in Baton Rouge, Louisiana.” She added, turning back to what she was doing. There was a long silence between them, causing her to turn her head back around and see that the man was now just looking at her, his expression guarded but confused. She pursed her lips, giving him an awkward smile. She then quickly turned the heat down on the gas stove, just letting the bacon fry as she turned back to face him.

“You, uh,…kinda crash-landed in my backyard last night.” She began, her face still fringed in its uncomfortable expression. “Crazy, I know! I, uh, I thought you were dead for sure, but you were breathin’, so I just brought you on in.” She shrugged as she explained. The man just stood there, his face still stoic but confused. He frowned, thinking of it all since his memory was still fuzzy. The last thing he could still recall was the explosion... and then falling. He closed his eyes, fragments of his home flashing in his mind. Memories flooded his mind, his friends, and family. But none of it was clear. How he got here wasn’t clear.

“You’re not from around here, are you?” She questioned, breaking the silence. His eyes snapped open, and for a moment, he said nothing. He just stared at her, watching the wince she had on her face as she seemed to register just about all it meant with him being there. Finally, he shook his head. “No. I’m not.”

She nodded slowly, opening the waffle maker and then setting the hot cake on a plate on the island behind her. “Well, I figured as much, seein’ as you were wearin’ somethin’ that looked like it came out of one of those space movies and whatnot.” She grinned uncomfortably as she nodded her head. “And the fact that you…crashed into my backyard.” She added, letting out a slight wince. “But...you don’t seem like you’re here to hurt me, so...” She trailed off. She wasn’t normally such a nervous wreck when it came to speaking to people, and oddly enough especially strangers.

And she wasn’t even nervous that there was some stranger in her house. Well, not fully since she was the one that brought him into her home. She was just extremely confused over the whole occurrence of everything. The wish, the shooting star, him…crashing into her backyard and it all being real? She felt like she was losing her mind and the only thing keeping her sane was speaking. And the boatload of cooking she did.

“I’m not,” he said quickly, his tone firm with his eyes locked on her form. She gulped, her hands anxiously fiddling with each other on the counter as she faced him. “Good to know.” She said with a small smile, before grabbing the waffle plate and moving it to the small table next to the window. She placed it on the table with the rest of the food and then began untying her apron. She looked over at him, offering a soft smile as she brought the cloth over her head. “Have a seat.” She gestured to the wooden chair next to her.

Dev just stood there, his gaze unwavering from her face as she stared at him, her eyes jumping between his features. “Please.” She added softly before taking a seat in the bay window booth that circled the small table. Dev steadily moved to the table, pulling out one of the wooden chairs on the opposite end of the table, since the window provided a seat for the other side. He sat across from her, his eyes on the food before him while she watched his every move.

Once he was seated, she began again. “Name’s Magnolia, by the way. Most folks just call me..well, Magnolia. Never really had a nickname.” She grinned at him. Deb just nodded his head, looking at her. There was a pause between them, the pair staring at each other. Sitting there, she just realized the color of his eyes. The striking bright eyes stared into her soul. She couldn’t tell what coke they were, shades of all colors within them as they shined in the light coming through the window behind her.

He admired the way the sun seemed to shine around her like some sort of glow emitting from her skin. The glow made her hair seem as if it was on fire as it lightened it.

“Dev-Em.” He replied, though his voice was stiff, awkward. Magnolia’s brows spiked, his voice snapping her out of her thoughts. “That is my name.” He clarified.

“Well, Dev-Em.” She said, leaning back in her chair. “I might regret saying all of this but, you know, I think I kinda brought this onto myself.” She said, letting out a nervous laugh. “You’re welcome to stay here till you get back on your feet. As long as you don’t wreck my kitchen, we’ll get along just fine.” She grinned.

Dev hesitated, unsure of how to respond. His instincts told him not to trust so easily, but there was something about her—her calm demeanor but anxious jittering under his gaze, the way she didn’t press him for details of everything—that made him nod. “Thank you.” He said quietly.

Magnolia smiled, though there was a touch of nervousness in her eyes. “You’re welcome. Now eat before it gets cold.” She said, beating to the food. She quickly then began to dig into hers, pouring a little bit of syrup onto her waffle.

As he picked up his fork, the smell of the food under his nose made his stomach growl. “Thank you.” He said. Everything from bacon to eggs laid around, the option of grits and oatmeal offered with an assortment of toppings for their specific taste, for the oats and their small waffles. For the first time in days—maybe longer—he felt a small flicker of safety. Magnolia watched him from across the table, her gaze softening as she saw the guarded tension in his shoulders begin to ease. She stuffed her face with the food, watching as he did the same across from her. She wasn’t too sure of where he came from, her best and most logical bet was that he fell from a plane, even if that didn’t make any sense as to why he had no scars. Or broken bones. Or why he was alive.

All that to say, she wasn’t sure if he had the same food as she did, but he didn’t seem to care with the way he tore into it.

“Well,” She said, breaking the silence with a teasing tone. “You sure are polite for an alien.” She let it slip before she could even think of it, dropping her fork onto her place as she placed her head in her hands.

Dev looked up, his brow furrowing in confusion. “Alien?”

Magnolia let out a small huff before she shrugged, an unsure grin tugging at her lips. “I mean, you did fall from the sky.” She began, her face slowly morphing into one of uncertainty. “At least, I think so. I’m not too sure anymore, last night was sort of a blur and I’m just very confused.” She sighed, going back to her food with a dejected look on her face. “If I could ask Mufasa I would.” She mumbled before taking a chunk out of her bacon.

Deb only became more confused, still eating as he looked at her.

“Mufasa?” He repeated, his accent and not hearing her making him pronounce the name wrong. But it didn’t seem to matter anyway before the bundle of orange bound into the kitchen, his bell letting out a soft ding as he brushed his fur against Dev’s bare feet on his way to the bench with Magnolia. Dev’s eyes slightly widened at the sight of the animal that situated itself next to the woman, just staring at him with a bored look. A little too expressive for an animal, might he add. Magnolia just glanced over at the cat.

“That’s Mufasa.” She said in a monotone before looking back at the cat. “And what did I tell you about being in my kitchen? This is not some white folks home, get.” She said sternly, pointing out of the door he came. The orange cat let out a single meow before jumping from the booth and trudging his way out. Dev’s eyes just went back to her once the animal was gone, confused and a little concerned at everything he’s witnessed so far.

Seeing his confused look, Magnolia squinted her eyes at him. “Me talking to my pet is the least of your concerns right now.” She said, menacingly gesturing her fork at him before digging back into her food. Dev let out the faintest chortle at her words before digging back into the delicious meal.

After finishing most of the meal in silence, Dev suddenly spoke. “Do you know what happened to me?” He asked, his voice low and full of strained pain.

Magnolia paused, just about to place a strawberry into her mouth. She then blinked, it clicking within her mind that he might not remember much. She then let out a small sigh before sitting the fruit down. “Well sugar, to put it simply, I’m not all too sure.” She said, shrugging. Dev blinked at the nickname but didn’t look up from his plate as she continued, feeling her gaze on him. “One moment I’m on my porch, reading a book and enjoying the stars. Next, there’s a crash in my backyard and I go back there to see you on my precious tomatoes.” She explained. “Though they weren’t that precious, some animals’ been nipping at ‘em and I actually don’t like tomatoes.” She grinned.

Dev’s face stayed stoic, his gaze moving from his food for only a moment. He glanced at her before looking away from her soft gaze. He shook his head, his frown deepening as he thought of it all. “I just……everything is different. I feel different. Things are louder and brighter for some reason.” He began to explain. He didn’t know why he was confessing all of this to her, or even speaking on his feelings in the first place. But it just felt like the right thing to do. It was the only thing he had left to him.

Magnolia’s face sided even more, leaning her head down to gaze at his face more, seeing the internal conflict he was having. “Do you, remember what happened?” She questioned hesitatingly.

Dev gulped before shaking his head, finally raising his eyes to look back at her. “All I remember is…leaving. Leaving my home. Anything after that is fractured.” He stated, staring at her. Magnolia gave him a soft smile, looking him in the eye. Her heart hurt for him. He seemed so alone, and even though he was trying his best to hide it and stay strong, she could tell he was on the brink of breaking. This seemed to be the point to drive him over the edge.

“Well, I don’t really know what you’ve got goin’ on with all that, you know, this is a strange situation. But you were a mess when I found you.” She stated. “All bloodied, bruised, looking like you’d just been through hell. I cleaned you up as best as I could and let you rest. That’s all I could do.” She said.

Dev seemed to relax slightly, though the tension in his shoulders didn’t completely fade. He glanced down at his hands again, the memory of him looking through the wall and the power he felt at the end of his fingertips.

“Listen,” Magnolia said softly as she reached over to place her hand on his still one. Her voice alone caught his attention, but her gentle tone and her soft touch ignited something within him deep down that he couldn’t understand nor dwell on at the moment. “You’re safe here, okay? Whatever’s happenin’, we’ll figure it out. I’ll help you as best as I can.”She smiled at him. “I mean, I couldn’t imagine going through what you’re going through alone. I’d want the help.”

Her words surprised him. He’d expected suspicion, fear, even hostility. But there was none of that in her voice. Just... kindness. He nodded slowly, still wary but grateful nonetheless, subconsciously flexing his hand under her thumb that rubbed against the back of his hand. Magnolia smiled, a little nervous but genuine, and scooted her way off the bench.

“Good, because now we’ve got to get you settled.” She smiled before rising from her seat. Dev furrowed his brows, his eyes trailing her as she walked away with her plate. “You better hurry up and finish. First thing first, we gotta get you checked out to make sure everything is okay.” She said, not running to face him as she began cleaning her mess. Dev’s heart spiked at her words, concern texting his way into his chest as he thought of having to leave. And then interact with the people outside. And their environment.

As if she could sense his worry, she started again. “And done sweat it too much, I’m real close with a doctor down here named Leroy. He’s at work right now but we’re gonna go give him a little visit and then after that, we’ll get you all set.” She said. She then sat down the rag she had and turned to face him. Even though his face didn’t show it, she could see the questions flying within his mind. She held her hands out in caution, stepping back over to the table. “It’s okay. I trust Leroy with my entire life. He’s been there for me since I was a baby. Technically a step-grandpa but we were never raised in the same home and it’s just really complicated so I just call him Uncle Leroy.” She rambled.

Dev just started up at her, and she tried her best not to get lost in his large sea-green eyes. He then nodded before going back to consume the rest of the food on his plate. Magnolia stood there for a moment, watching him eat and caught up in her own thoughts. Thoughts about what she was going to do now that he was here, how long he’d be staying with her, how the hell any of this was even possible—she still wasn’t quite sure if she was losing her mind or not.

She then gulped and turned away, moving back to clean the kitchen. They coexisted in silence. Dev scarfed down the rest of the food that was available on the table while Magnolia cleaned the mess she made in the storm of her cooking. She’d then wait until a dish on the table was left barren by Dev, moving to collect it wot give it a nice clean.

It wasn’t long before Dev rose from his seat, gathering off of the empty dishes from the table that were left after Magnolia gathered the others from her hovering. She stepped to take the plates from his grasp with her usually content and joyous expression, only for Dev to hold out his hand.

“I can do it.” He explained, staring down at her. Magnolia looked back up at him, not standing closer to his frame and just now noticing how tall and muscular he really was. She blinked her big eyes up at him. “Okay.” She nodded before moving out of the way. Dev stepped around her, moving to the sink that faced more large windows that this home seemed to be full of.

He cleaned quietly, using the warm dishwater and a coarse sponge to scrub away at crumbs of food left. He could feel her eyes on him still, watching as he worked around the kitchen with no issue. He finished in no time, drying his hands in the cloth next to the stove and then turning to face her. Magnolia was quick to flash him a large smile. “Great! Now we can get going.” She said before moving to her front door, which wasn’t too far from the kitchen, and gathering all she needed. Her sweater, even though she didn’t need one, hung in the coat rack. Her shoes were on the floor next to the door and her keys hung in a hook above all. She glanced over her shoulder at the sound of Dev’s steps behind her.

“Your shoes are there.” She said, pointing to the boots he came in near hers, exceptionally larger.

Dev placed the boots on his feet at the same time as hers, her getting dressed much more hastily than him. She quickly grabbed her bag and a large jacket from another hook. She held the clothing item out to him. “Here, you can wear this if you want. It’s not exactly good out but you might want to cover up, you know? Not that you need to cover up, it’s totally cool if you don’t. But you can just take it just in case.” She rushed out, still holding the jacket. Dev paused, his brows twitching in confusion for only a moment before he took the item from her hands.

“It’s fine. I’ll take it.” He said. He didn’t really know what to say to her rambling but he seemed to just say anything if it got her to calm her verse just a tad. Magnolia gave him a smile before rushing out of the door with everything on her. Dev was close on her heel, only glancing back at the sound of a bell to see Mufasa sitting at the bottom of the steps, watching them leave. He didn’t know why, but he flashed the animal a small smile before closing the door, moving out of the way for Magnolia to lock it.

“Fasa will be fine, he’s smart and crazy. I’ve seen him scare a gator from my backyard once.” She said, catching the small look the man gave the mysterious cat before jumping off her steps and moving over to her blue Ford pickup truck. Not that he had a clue what the hell that even was. Dev stood on the porch, observing what he could. Her porch was sort of cluttered but pretty. Potted plants with pretty flowers hung from the banister of the house, some littering the wooden flora of the porch. To his right was a porch swing filled with books, old books tattered and well-loved. To his right was a rocking chair, tucked into the corner where the taking net the all of the house, guarding whoever sat in it from falling. It looked cozy, with a blanket and two pillows on it, and more flowers surrounded the light wooden chair with intricate engravings on it.

There was space for another chair next to it, closer to the steps of the porch, but it was empty save the small footstool decided to look like a little chair. He could assume it was only for Mufasa.

He couldn’t even observe the rest of the hard and surrounding homes before the sound of the door slamming on the truck startled him, although he didn’t show it. Magnolia had her arms stuck out of her window, her head angled to look at his form on the porch. “You can ogle later, pretty boy! Hop in!” She cheesed, before ducking back into the car and cranking it.

Dev frowned, slowly making his way to the loud machine she inserted herself into, stopping at the door she was directly next to. His face showed a look of almost concern as he gazed into the odd box and glanced around it. Magnolia looked at him in confusion as he stuck his head through the window. She leaned hers back, his face almost colliding with hers.

She let out a small laugh before she placed her hand on the side of his face, pushing his head back out of the window. “What are you doing?”

“What is this?” Dev asked, looking at the colored machine. Magnolia furrowed her brows, a small smile still on her face in amusement as she looked at him, watching as he ran his fingers across the side of the car. It slowly fell once she realized he was speaking of the car. He didn’t know what the car was. She closed her eyes, letting out a small sigh.

She snapped them back open. “Uh, never mind that right now, I’ll explain it on the way over. I want you to go around and get in on that side.” She said. Dev didn’t say anything before moving around the front of the car, Magnolia’s eyes not leaving him once as he made his way to the passenger side. He pulled the door open with no problem before only a tad caustically moving to take a seat. Once the door closed behind him, Magnolia locked the door and pulled out of the driveway.

“Put your seat belt on, please.” She said, glancing k we at him once the vehicle started dinging.

“Seatbelt?” Dev frowned over at her, his big eyes filled with confusion and a little wary at how fast she was riveting for just having pulled out of the driveway. Magnolia pursed her lips at him.

“This is going to be a long day, Sugar.”

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peachessndreamss · 8 months ago

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Thunderstruck

Summery : When a scorching hot summer a thunderstorm wakes you and Eddie and gets the two of you worked up

Characters : Eddie Munson x fem!reader. no use of y/n

Warnings : explicit sexual content including, oral (fem receiving), unprotected p in v sex, canon typical drug use

Word count : 3.2 k

A/N : Previously posted on my now deleted page. Honestly just re-sharing because I still love this idea and this character. And I'm willing the summer to start here.

Is there anything sweeter than a summer thunderstorm? The weather had been oppressively hot for two weeks now, the grass was dead and yellow with the lack of rain and the soil in every flower bed deeply cracked and dusty. The town pool was full to bursting every day of the week with children and adults alike trying to escape the heat.

Eddie's home often became so hot in the day it was physically impossible to stay inside for more than a few minutes without feeling like you were being cooked alive in an oversized tin can. You’d spend the hours of sunshine sitting outside on old and creaking sun loungers listening to music on Eddie’s stereo, reading or dozing. Eddie would strip down to his boxers and stretch out his slim, pale body in the shade but only after you’d smothered him in sunscreen and he was so greasy with it he looked like a professional wrestler.

At night the trailer was a little cooler, but still every window needed to be flung open wide to coax in the almost non-existent cool breeze that danced on the warm night air. You’d sleep under a thin, cotton sheet, as anything else would have been too uncomfortable and even then, with Eddie running hot, he often abandoned the sheet all together and just slept naked and uncovered.

It had been an easy Saturday, nothing to be achieved and nowhere for either of you to be. Band practice had been cried off due to the heat and D&D wasn’t until Tuesday so you and Eddie had spent the day on the sun loungers. Eddie was re-reading The Hobbit, his copy battered and bent at the spine from the many times it had been opened and poured over. He would read his favourite parts aloud to you, giving every character their own distinct voice, he’d read it so many times now he was reciting it from memory rather than reading.

After a dinner of take away pizza enjoyed outdoors with Uncle Wayne before he headed off for his shift , and a few joints to see the day home, you and Eddie had climbed into his bed, laying as far apart as possible as to not make each other warmer than necessary.

It was very early in the morning when you were woken up, the room was still dark, not even a hint of the dawn in the darkness so it was the sound that had disturbed you and after listening for a few seconds you heard it again, the deep, rolling roar of thunder. It lasted for as long as 10 seconds before fading into a heavy silence. Then the rain started, a gentle plink-plonk at first but within moments it was a downpour. Heavy rain drops slamming into the roof of the trailer and bouncing back up only to fall again. Then another rumble of thunder and a flash of bright white lightning.

“Eddie,” you whispered, grabbing at his arm and tugging gently, “Eddie, wake up,”.

Eddie snorted and shifted onto his back, turning his head and squinting at you.

“Was it?” he grunted, confused and upset by being woken up. His nose scrunched up and his eyes struggled to open.

“Listen,” you insisted quietly, grabbing hold of his forearm. His skin was hot to touch and clammy.

It took him a few seconds to realise what you were talking about, as he listened, his brows unfurrowed and his eyes eased open. He cocked his head to one side, the tangle of curls under his head crackling on the fabric of his pillow.

“It’s raining?” he asked, glancing at you.

“It’s a thunderstorm,” you replied with a grin.

“Awesome,” he said with a grin as he sat up and flung himself off the bed and across the small room to the window, yanking back the light curtain and taking in the scene.

The sky seemed to glow dark red and stormy grey, the clouds low and flat, hanging over the town like a wet blanket. The rain that was falling was fast and heavy and the clattering, pattering sounds it made caused a shiver to run up Eddie’s spine. Suddenly there was a deafening roll of thunder, so loud it felt like it was happening inside your head, it was followed only a second later by a fork of lightning that illuminated the whole sky as it raced toward the ground.

“Shit, that’s close,” Eddie said over the sound of the rain.

“It’s so cool,” you replied, standing next to him at the window.

The air outside was now much cooler and it whipped into the open window, bringing with it a smattering of rain. Eddie slipped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you close to him. The two of you watched three more lightning strikes, Eddie was certain that the last one must have hit his favourite picnic bench because the strike had been so close.

You were now a little bored with the weather and your attention turned to the man standing beside you. You turned your head and placed a gentle kiss on his jaw, then another soft kiss on his cheek before bringing one hand up his naked back and shifting his curls away from his ear so you could kiss the lobe of his ear. You felt Eddie shudder and watched his eyes close as you let your lips linger on such a sensitive spot for him.

"It's cooler now isn't it?" You said softly, turning your whole body so your front was now at his side, you placed one hand on his stomach, feeling the warmth and softness of his skin and the slight rasp of the hair that led down to his groin.

"Yeah, a bit," Eddie swallowed as your hand moved a little lower down his stomach.

You moved your head forward and snuggled into Eddie's neck, catching the smell of his sweat from his hair and his skin as you dragged your teeth against the soft skin.

"Let's go back to bed Eddie," you mewled, your hand slipping even lower on his stomach, feeling the distinct change in his body hair, from the loose curls of his happy trail to the tighter and coarser curls of his pubic hair.

Eddie swallowed hard, his cock already hardening and thickening at your touch. In less than an inch you'd be able to wrap your hand around the root of his dick and find him so ready to fuck. While the weather had been as hot and uncomfortable as it had been sex had been completely off the menu, neither of you liking the idea of any additional physical exercise than was strictly necessary.

Eddie grabbed hold of your wrist before you reached the apex of his thighs and brought your wrist up to his mouth, biting gently at the soft underside of your wrist where a few delicate veins rose up from under your skin, almost imperceptible to the eye but Eddie knew they were there and how it made you squirm when they were touched.

A thrill of pleasure ran around your naked body as his teeth caressed the delicate skin at your wrist before he kissed it softly.

"Bed please, my love," he whispered before letting your wrist go and giving you a little bump with his hip in the direction of the bed.

You smiled sweetly as you slipped out of his embrace and stepped back to the bed. Climbing on the end of the bed, glancing back over your shoulder while on all fours, finding Eddie watching you with his mouth open and a hungry look in his eyes.

"Like this?" You asked, wiggling your hips from side to side.

Eddie shook his head as he started to gather up his curls into an elastic he kept around his wrist.

"On your back baby," he replied as he tightened the bun at the back of his head.

You grinned, feeling your body’s Pavlovian response to seeing his hair tied back like that as you flipped over onto your back in the centre of the small bed, your head resting on the pillow as Eddie positioned himself comfortably between your thighs. He'd settled himself with his cock trapped between his stomach and the mattress so when the mood took him he could grind down on the mattress.

He ran his tongue over his lips as he looked up at your face, one of his forearms slipping around your thigh and lifted it onto his shoulder, your foot now resting on his back. His other hand pushed your other thigh aside, pushing your sex open for him. He made a sound of appreciation deep in his chest before he used two fingers to spread your slick lips open, exposing you even more intimately, giving him unlimited access to your clit, your entrance and with a tilt of your hips he'd have access to your tight asshole too. But right now, Eddie only had one thing on his mind.

"Hey sweetheart," he cooed softly, dipping his head forward and placing a soft, closed lip kiss just above your clit.

"I've missed you," he continued in a soft, lilting voice, placing another kiss just below your clit.

You made a soft purring sound, lifting your hips up a little, urging him to get to the main event. Eddie chuckled and gave you a very gentle slap on the thigh.

“Don't rush me," he insisted, lifting his head to speak to you, "we need to get reacquainted and she's shy," he added before touching the pad of his thumb to your clit, the sudden direct contact making you jerk your hips off the bed and your hands claw at the bedsheet.

"See?" He said with a grin as he cocked his eyebrow at you, "she's skittish,".

Eddie returned his attention to your pussy and continued his slow torture, kissing around your clit, occasionally giving a small lick either side but never touching it directly. In what felt like hours to you, but was only 2 minutes in reality Eddie had you rocking and twisting your hips, trying to force him to give you the contact you wanted.

"Eddie please, please please," you moaned as your hands fisted at the bedsheet.

Eddie chuckled softly, rubbing his chin against the thigh he had hooked over his shoulder.

"Needy, needy girl," he whispered sweetly before finally kissing your clit.

The bud was tight and thumping in time with your heartbeat and Eddie's wet mouth created an explosion of pleasure and pain as the thousands of nerve endings were stimulated in unison. You gave a strangled cry, bucking your hips up and bringing one of your hands down on the back of Eddie's head, holding him in place, rocking your hips against his open mouth, feeling the hot, wetness of his tongue as he danced it over and around your clit. There was no consistency to his movements yet so while pleasure rolled around your body you knew he wasn't trying to make you come yet. He was still holding back.

You moaned and bucked again, pushing Eddie's head down harder, feeling the press of his nose into your pubic mound.

"Eddie, fuck, Eddie," you groaned as you noticed for the first time the slow, undulating movements of his lower body.

You lifted your head up and watched his hips pressing and grinding down against the mattress, the muscles in his bare ass popping as he rolled his hips and clenched his glutes and thighs. The sight of him fucking at the mattress sent your body and mind spiraling as you dropped back onto the pillow and moaned loudly, your whole body suddenly more alive than ever.

Eddie's tongue was now constantly licking at your clit, his lips fixed around it creating a hot, wet seal around the bud. Eddie let you buck and grind and hold his face down all you needed until you finally reached your peak. Your voice disappeared for a few seconds as you felt nothing but hot pleasure rushing around your body.

As your muscles clenched and stars exploded behind your eyes a streak of lightning raced across the sky, turning the room as bright as your body felt for a few seconds. Your hand released Eddie's head and he moved a little, not enough to break contact but to ease up on your clit, stopping the intense licking and changing back to soft kisses to draw out your climax until you were shaking and writhing, nothing but soft mewling noises coming from your mouth.

"Oh god," you moaned softly as Eddie moved his kisses to the inside of your thighs, his eyes travelling up your body to your face.

"That was so cool baby," he whispered, "you came so hard there was lightning,".

You gave a soft laugh, lifting your head to look at the sweet man between your legs, he was looking up at you, his big brown eyes looking soft and loving.

"Get up here and fuck me," you said, twisting a curl of his hair that had fallen loose around your finger.

"Fuck yeah baby," Eddie replied as he clambered up, crawling up your body, pushing your thighs apart and bringing his hard cock right to your waiting entrance.

You were both beyond ready so Eddie sank into you easily, placing his hands on your thighs and drawing them up his body so you cradled him either side of his chest. He rested with his forearms either side of your head and kissed you deeply and he pressed his hips forward, filling your body with his, making you whole and creating a passionate fusion of your two bodies and your two souls.

You broke away from his mouth and moaned his name, your hands clutching at his back, your nails digging deep and leaving red marks in his alabaster skin. Eddie hissed at the burn of your nails in his flesh but the hiss quickly turned to a laugh as he dipped his head and licked up the column of your neck to your chin before kissing you again, his tongue pushing into your mouth as he drew his hips back before driving forward again.

You broke away from his lips, taking a deep gasping breath as the head of Eddie's cock hit right against your g-spot. As the lights burst behind your closed eyes the sky seemed to shake with a huge rumble of thunder, it was so loud and so close it felt like it might have made the trailer shake but it was hard to tell if the shaking was the weather, or Eddie as he picked up his pace.

He moves from drawing out and pushing forward to grinding, keeping his cock buried deeply inside you and rocking his hips back and forth, meaning he was able to constantly stimulate you internally as well as externally, your clit now being rubbed by the muscles of Eddie's pelvis. You clawed at Eddie's back, crying out as you felt your second climax starting to build deep inside your belly.

"Eddie, oh God, Eddie," you breathed.

You moved your hands from his back to his face. Catching his cheeks between your hands and bringing his face close to yours, pressing your foreheads together. His face was sweaty and so was yours, your two sweats mingling on your skin.

You felt so completely connected to him it was overwhelming, Eddie was everywhere and, in that moment, he was everything as well. The intimacy of it all aided in pushing you over the edge very quickly, your orgasm burst outward with the power of an exploding star. Your legs gripping Eddie's chest and your arms dragging his upper body closer to yours so it was impossible to tell who skin was who's.

With a stuttering and guttural cry, taken by surprise by your suddenly gripping, milking pussy Eddie came, hard and deep. Filling you up as another rumble of thunder and flash of lightning split the sky.

The two of you seem to float, for a while, suspended in space and time, your bodies both corporeal and ethereal, human and divine. You come back to the sound of the pattering rain and the tickle of Eddie's curls, the weight of his body feels safe and the heat of his skin feels comforting.

"Eddie baby?" You said softly, stroking your fingers down his spine.

"Yeah?" He mumbled, his face pressed deep into the space beside your neck.

"You okay?".

"Baby," Eddie sighed, lifting himself up to look at your face, "that was the best," he grinned.

You giggled, more of the physical sensations of post sex coming back to you. An ache in your hips, a stretch between your thighs, and warm wetness on your thighs.

"It was good," you agreed.

"I think we should always have sex when there's a thunderstorm," he said sleepily as he moved, withdrawing his softening cock from you and flopping down beside, patting a spot on his chest where he wanted you to put your head.

You wriggled toward him and placed your head on his chest, his arm wrapped around your body and the two of you kissed deeply.

"I feel like we just conceived the anti-Christ or something," you said with a giggle.

Eddie scoffed and shook his head.

"Don't even joke," he replied, kissing the top of your head tenderly.

The rain seemed to be slowing and the rumbles of thunder sounded further away, the storm seemed to be rolling on, maybe waking up other young lovers as it went.

Eddie dropped off to sleep after a few minutes, his body and mind completely relaxed and satisfied. You stayed awake a little longer, the day was getting lighter by the second and Eddie's features were being revealed to you in glorious golden morning hues. You were contemplating how much he looked like an angel from a painting when you dropped off to sleep yourself.

The two of you woke up a second time when Wayne came home from his shift with paper bags of hot and greasy breakfast food. The three of you sat around the small table and ate. Wayne was tired from his shift and you and Eddie were dozy from being up half the night enjoying each other's bodies. The day after the storm was cooler, the air fresher. The plants seemed to be greener and the sky bluer and even the people seemed more friendly, Eddie's usually sullen neighbour greeting you when you stepped out of the trailer to find your rain soaked sneakers.

Eddie brought his guitar out that day and he sat beside you on the same sun lounger and strummed chords, humming tunes and making up nonsense songs. Songs about his D&D campaign, songs about summer, songs about love, and one about passionate nights while lightning splits the sky.

Hearing him recount the night before in his deep, rich singing voice sent shivers down your spine.

"You're not sharing that one with the band are you?" You asked as he came up with a lyric about how the sound of the thunder was second to the sounds you make when he’s inside you.

Eddie chuckled and shook his head.

"This one's just for you and me baby,".

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totheblood · 2 years ago

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jealous!ellie headcanons

a/n: these are modern headcanons sooooo... and this isn't jealous gf ellie, this is pining loser lesbian ellie... lol also super inspired by the talented @rxllingstones and @whore-era after reading their amazing fics tonight... pls go read them.. and for u fiends... there is ai audios at the bottom... more uploaded on sc bc tumblr hates me

ellie is incredibly hard to read

or at least that's what she tells herself

it's almost written all over her face how much she hates the people you date when she's in a five-foot radius of them

she tells herself she doesn't care (she's lying) but she can't ignore how her grip tightens when she sees you lip-locking some loser you met at a party

but she always finds herself at your side, pulling you away from them and back into the corner with her

"hey there, pretty girl. having fun?"

"i was until you cock-blocked me."

"there wasn't much to block... i heard his dick's small."

but the curse of having feelings for you was that you were always dating someone

it always comes up when the group goes out to dinner and the topic of who you're dating comes up

like it does every week...

"i actually really like him for you" dina shares, a genuine smile on her face

"yeah, dude's cool" jesse agrees, slinging his arm around dina in the booth

and then all the attention is on ellie as you stare at her with your wide eyes waiting for her approval

"what? you know you're not going to like what i have to say." she says taking a sip of her dr. pepper

yes ellie drinks dr. pepper

"cause you hate everyone i date!" you reply, your bottom lip jutting out in a pout

it was clear you were slightly tipsy but your face still made ellie smile

"yeah, cause you only date fucking losers." she would say smile on her face but anger blooming inside

ellie tries to be mature but she can't help herself

what makes it worse is that you really do date literally everyone except for her

so she doesn't really make an effort to be nice to the people you introduce her to

one time the same guy came around twice and all ellie could say was "oh it's this fucking guy again! hey man, glad to see you made it to a second date."

you scolded her after

but in her defense, you really are with someone new each week

until it's been three weeks and you're still dating the same girl

and ellie is a fucking mess

you started inviting her out to group hang outs and smoke sessions so ellie just stops showing up

she doesn't like the way it feels when her stomach flips upside down at the sight of you sitting on her lap, a beer in your hands

so she decides to opt-out, get high alone and avoid seeing you as much as possible

but it's short lived because your drunk ass is banging on her door

"ellie, let me in!" you yell over the tv playing from inside her dorm room. "i hear you watching shark tank!"

reluctantly, she gets up and opens the door for you

"can i help you?"

"yeah you can fucking help me. you can help me by telling me why you've been MIA for the last few parties. i miss you." you don't miss a beat and are already storming past her and sitting on her unmade bed

"you miss me? does arcadia know about that? you missing me?"

"is this seriously about you not liking another partner of mine? seriously ellie? grow up. you're supposed to be my friend and support me but you have done any of that?" it was obvious you had been hanging onto that for a while

she'd laugh but upon seeing your stone cold face her anger would rise

"oh, you're fucking serious. are you really that blind? you really think i want to be your fucking friend? i mean, my god i couldn't have made it clearer for you. i like you! like actually like you, like i want it to be my lap that you sit in. not hers. every person you have ever dated i have wished was me! but nooo, you just don't seem to notice."

she doesn't even realize it but she's shaking

she's actually just confessed her three year crush on you without even thinking about it

"ellie..." you begin, a worried look all over your face

"no, i don't really have it in me to get rejected by you tonight so please just go." she cuts you off, unable to meet your eyes

but then you're there next to her holding her shaking hand

"i'm not rejecting you, ellie." you whisper

"you're not? what about your little girlfriend."

"this might be absolutely toxic of me to say but... she's not you." you giggle

"you're absolutely right it's fucking toxic to say that…. but it's also EXTREMELY fucking hot."

ai audios:

extra ai audios:

there wasn't much to block..

oh, it's this fucking guy again!

oh you miss me?

you're not? what about your little girlfriend

you're right it's toxic to say that...

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mara-xx217 · 1 month ago

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Man, I’d kill for some Pyramid Head x Male reader content, maybe with some aphrodisiacs affecting the reader. Any chance we could get this? Thank youuuu

I can never say no to more PH lol

Warnings: Aphrodisiacs, Nonconsensual Drug Use, Dubious Consent, Monster Biology, Size Difference Where it Counts, Tentacle, Rimming, Rough Anal Sex, Creampie

Oh, you fucked up bad. You knew better than to go wandering around Silent Hill alone, yet you did anyway. And at the hospital, no less... You were basically asking for something fucked up to happen to you, and of course it did.

You didn't hear a nurse following you around, nor did you notice when she started to shuffle dangerously close behind you. It was only when you felt a sharp prick in your neck did you realize that you were in danger and by then, it was far too late for you to do anything other than jerk away from the sensation. The nurse held a now empty syringe in her hand, wheezing and violently jerking her head to the side as you scampered away in a blind panic.

Oh fuck! Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck-!

FUCK!!!

Your body heated up the instant you felt that prick, and it only grew worse and worse as you rushed back to the apartment you had taken residence in. By the time you had reached your door, you were a panting, trembling mess with a hard on that was so sensitive you felt like it was being worn down to a stub by merely rubbing against the inside of your underwear.

The moment you crossed the threshold, you collapsed into a heap, gasping as you flopped around on the floor. You at least managed to close the door with a clumsy kick, but doing anything more wasn't even a speck in your mind.

Fuck, it hurts-! Your cock is going to fucking EXPLODE if you don't-!

Ripping your pants and underwear down to your knees did nothing to lessen your pain. The cool air was agony on your throbbing cock. A sob leaves your mouth as you try to wrap your hand around it, screaming and cumming the instant your fingers rub against your soft, feverish skin.

Oh, this is hell...

Cumming felt fucking good, but everything else hurt. It almost burned, hot and aroused, but in a way that you couldn't quell with your hands alone. You were on your knees and curled in on yourself, stroking yourself with a fervor that you haven't experienced since you were a teenager who had figured out just how good jerking off feels for the first time.

It was pouring out of your hand, you had cummed so much. Yet you're still hard... A deep ache in your core told you what you really needed, and you bit your lip and whined as you slid your cum-covered fingers against the soft, puckered skin of your ass and slowly rubbed circles around it as you slowly- agonizingly slow- pushed your fingers inside of your self.

"H-HAAANNGHH-!!!~"

Your eyes are wide as two of your fingers sink to the hilt inside of you with startling ease. You're almost... wet, or at the very least so relaxed that your body acted as though as it has already been prepared for penetration. Was it really an aphrodisiac that was injected into you...? Your eyes narrow and you bite your lip as your cock twitches hard, a feeling somewhere in your perineum causing your eyes to flutter and roll back into your head as you cummed yet again.

This isn't enough... You need to be fucked! Where is he when you need him?! The thought of his massive cock breaking you in half was enough to make you climax without any extra effort on your part. Your hands, pants, shirt and the floor underneath you were all stained and slick with your cum. Tears were streaming down your face as you prayed this would end soon. Wasn't there a thing that if you're hard after a few hours, that you need to seek medical attention...?! You didn't think you were going to die from this but... No, maybe you would...

You groan and whimper as you continue to finger yourself. If something doesn't change and fast, you're going to lose your fucking mind-!

BAM!!!

The sudden slamming open of your door had you screaming in terror and cumming at the same time. You're practially face down, ass up, with your fingers in your ass and more or less presenting yourself to whatever just threw your door open. But really, you knew full well who it was, given the heavy, echoing breathing and the thumping and scraping of a giant weapon being dropped against the wall as heavy footsteps stagger towards your presenting ass.

"Oh my Goooood-! W-Where have you been?! N-NGGHH-!~ I- I can't-! U-UH- GUH-?!~"

The red Pyramid Head creature had taken a liking to you from the moment it watched you stumble around blindly through the fog. He made that apparent when he molded the shape of your guts into the shape of his monstrous cock. Not that you ever dared to complain, of course. You get protection as long as he fucks you whenver and however he wants to, and it's not like you could ever stop him if he wanted to do something and you didn't.

But fuck, you wanted it this time, and you squeaked like a bitch in heat when he picked you up by your hips and folded you in half so you were forced to face your raging erection. Your arms and legs dangled uselessly at your sides, unable to grip onto anything other than your contorted body as your bare ass was lifted up until it was shoved underneath Pyramid Head's large helmet.

"GUH-! B-BREATHE- C-CAN'T-!~ O-OUUUGH!!!~"

You could hardly breathe in the position you were held in, but it hardly mattered when you felt a thick, slimy, tongue-like appendage slap in between the cleft of your slippery ass. Your cum was quite literally coating the entirety of your nethers, and you felt a puff of hot, humid air hit your rear as Pyramid Head shuddered in approval.

"O-OHH-!~ P-PLEASE- PUH-LEASE-!!!~"

Your voice rapidly shifts from a low groan to a high pitched squeal as you feel Pyramid Head's thick, black tongue penetrating your asshole. Every muscle in your body tensed, any air left in your lungs forced out of your gaping mouth as you feel so wonderfully full. Fuck, you already feel it all the way to your stomach...! Another squeak leaves your mouth as he rapidly slides the length of his tongue in and out of your body, his hands twitching on your hips and a low, metallic groan leaving his chest as Pyramid Head feels how slick and loose you already are for him.

"C-CAAAHHHH-!!!~ H-HUUUHHH YEEEAAHH-!!!~ FUCK ME-! FUCK-!!!!~" Your limbs twitch and your chest convulses as your feel Pyramid Head bow his tongue into your prostate, flicking it hard enough to made you cum on the spot. Your ears throbbed and your eyes rolled into the back of your head as black specks invaded your vision. A thick, hot rope splattered across your face as a deep set ache pulsates through your genitals. It's enough to make you forget about everything and anything else, and you couldn't even feel him pulling his tongue out of your asshole with a wet squelch and pop, nor that he lowered you enough so the very tips of your toes could reach the ground if you stretched your legs and feet out to their maximum length.

"A-AHHNN-!!~ O-OUUGHH-! URKGH FUSHGUK-!!!"

Spittle flies from your mouth and you flail helplessly as you feel your body slowly being speared onto something thick enough to fucking kill you. Pyramid wasn't going to wait any longer. You were already on the cusp of taking in his massive tip, something almost as large as your fist connected to something almost as long and thick as your forearm. Instinctually, you fought against him, panicking and hyperventilating as you felt the sensitive but stretchy ring of flesh of your anus expand past the limits of what was considered either safe or sane.

"-godohgodohFUCK-! H-HAAAA NNGH- G-GONNADIE'NFUUUUU-!"

You shook your head and wailed as you felt something break. Was it your body or your mind? You genuinely weren't sure. Between the insane pressure splitting you in half and the fact that you are still fucking cumming nonstop, you don't think you'll be normal after this. It's not possible, not after this. You felt like you were dying, yet at the same time, you think that if he stopped, you'd die all the same.

So... Fuck it.

You tried to balance on your toes but your feet just uselessly scrapped against the floor. Your pants were now twisted around your ankles, totally soaked in your own cum. Everything was blurry from your tears and from the cock that seemed to press behind your eyes with every deep thrust it took. Saliva poured out of your mouth freely, staining your shirt and the floor underneath you. Or was that just cum? You floundered your hands around until you grabbed Pyramid Head's wrists, gripping onto them as though your life depended on it as he bent your body at a near ninety-degree angle.

"U-UUUHHNNN-!~ YEAHYEAHYEAHYEAHYEAHYEAH-! FUCKING BREAK ME- FUCK ME UP-! U-UGHHH!~"

The incessant aching heat that has blinded you since you were attacked at the hospital melted away as you felt Pyramid forcibly slam you against the base of his cock. Hot, gooey cum fills the deepest part of your gut, your eyes open wide and fluttering as you stared at the distended bulge protruding from your lower abdomen. You felt him pulsing inside of you, your eyes unfocusing as you whine and keen softly to yourself. A pathetic spurt of cum dribbled out of the tip of your pinkish-red dick, it still rock hard but your balls quivering as there just wasn't much of anything left to pump out.

"O-Ohh... Fuck y-yeah, baby... God, I love how you fill me up like a slut- GUH-?!"

Your eyes snap wide as Pyramid Head suddenly resumes his fast, deep thrusts into your now ruined and leaking asshole.

Oh- Oh FUCK-!

You might actually fucking die tonight-!

@prettycutebunny, @infinitewhore, @kennbb, @cherrysodalite, @space-arsonist, @pink-soft-shadow, @sinlessdesire, @hoemine, @memoryofheather @horny-3

#silent hill 2 #pyramid head #silent hill 2 pyramid head #pyramid head x reader #ask response #male reader #established relationship

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burningcheese-merchant · 2 months ago

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Xcuse me but I forgot very important questions about BS parenthood.

Does he teach the kids more things besides fighting? Is he a cool dad, stoic dad, protective dad or "over-the-moon" dad? Does he gives romantic advises to his son? Does he let his little beast princess play with boys her age? Does he dreads the day when she falls in love? (I have the headcannon over my own BurningCheese fankid that whatever girl/boyfriend she gets they need to AT LEAST be able to put up with him in battle)

Yay, more questions from my buddy Almellow 🗣️🔥🙌

Spice is 100% "over-the-moon dad" when they're babies. It's a pleasant surprise to many to see him so genuinely bubbly and smiley (not to Golden, though, she knows his soft side by now and is just happy to see him enjoying being a father). It's really cute. (I like the concept of hyper-masculine men being soft and loving towards their families ok)

As they grow up, he becomes a mix of all those dad modes, really. Mostly Cool Dad, because having your kids look at you like you're larger than life is just the best. (He's also not the best at disciplining them a lot of the time tbh. He wants to indulge their foolishness, it's more fun. He ends up acting like a child himself, wanting to have fun with his children. And then they all get chastised by Golden together after they break something lol)

He's less protective than you'd imagine him to be; not because he doesn't care, but because he really does have that much faith in their strength right from the get-go. It's actually Golden that's the overprotective one, at least when they're little; he had to coax her into letting them start their warrior training because she kept wanting to push it back and making excuses to do so. (She just can't bear the thought of her little ones getting hurt. She's lost so much already. If anything happened to her children, her little gems... Spice is the one to convince her to have faith in the kids and let them do things. Of course they'll get hurt, she and him get hurt all the time still and they're adults. But they'll be fine. They're tough. They have to nurture that toughness, not stifle it. They can't protect them forever... But they don't need to. The kids can stand on their own two feet. He's never doubted either of them for a second, for any reason. She shouldn't, either.) But make no mistake, Papa Bear is alive and well, just dormant. Only coming out when necessary. You want to see the old Burning Spice? You want to see the Beast of Destruction again? Hurt those kids. Harm a single hair on their heads. Make them cry, make them bleed. Knock on that devil's door enough and Burning Spice will answer it, and he will greet you with that axe of his and that fiery, seething hatred that once consumed his soul and helped burn away countless others'.

Burning Spice trying to talk to his son about love is a really amusing thought lol. I don't think he'd go out of his way to do it until he actually notices his son expressing some form of interest in someone, then it's honestly 50% Lighthearted Dad Mockery™️ and 50% Actually Trying to Teach My Son How to Be Smooth™️. Pepper Jack is having less than none of it, this is all embarrassing as hell, he doesn't want to hear a damn word from his father's mouth (he's a teenager by this point, what teen wants their dad to try to coach them on how to flirt lol). He tries to shut Spice down with sarcasm (Jack is the KING of backtalk and smartassery when he's a teenager, he's a damn menace) or just questioning his wisdom in general. He likes to bring up how annoying and gross Spice and Golden always are (unapologetic PDA constantly lol). He's already forced to witness what "love" and flirting look like, he doesn't need his father pouring salt in his wounds

(Jack once made the mistake of going "didn't you used to be weird and creepy towards Mother" once, as a sort of "gotcha". It made Spice genuinely upset and angry and he tore Jack a new one that lol. Jack felt bad (and kind of scared. Spice never really gets truly angry with the kids, but Jack has seen him get angry with others, and... Oh Lord) and apologized, promising he wouldn't say anything like that again. Things were cold and awkward between them for, like, a week. And then Spice got over it and went back to annoying his son like usual lol)

As for Matar Paneer... She's his princess. His little girl. His little flower. (He has nicknames for both of them lol. He really does love them very much.) She can play with who she wants, so long as she's happy and no harm comes to her (but again, he believes in her strength wholeheartedly and expects her to kick ass if trouble comes by). But... Oh. When she's old enough to date... Poor Spice, he's so miserable lol. He would unironically own and wear this shirt:

If Burning Spice is saying he'd gladly go back to prison for something, you best believe he's being sincere lol

It's Golden that has to step in here. Before, he was the one soothing her worries; now the roles are reversed. She needs Spice to understand that Paneer is a becoming a young woman and she has the right to pursue and be pursued if she wishes. It's ok to care and worry, but he has to let her live and grow. (She's her mother and has always been a girl's girl, she knows what's up and will always be 100% in Paneer's corner in this regard.) Spice once asked her to have more faith in them, now she's asking him to do the same. (And, of course, he can brutally murder whoever hurts Paneer, if that really does happen. But he'll have to wait his turn, because Golden already plans to do the same ☺️)

And yeah, of course Spice teaches them stuff besides fighting. He's happy to do so. He teaches them how to meditate (he gets back into that after he reforms. Jack picks it up a lot faster than Paneer does lol). He teaches them to make the traditional Wild Spice dishes he still remembers how to do himself (he lets the other spices teach them the rest). He... teaches them about history. About the Wild Spices' history, and about history in general. He sounds so... somber when he talks about things like that. It's strange to them. They're used to seeing him act lively and wear that sharp-toothed grin he's always got. But it must mean that what he's saying is really important, right? He wouldn't look and sound like that if he wasn't being serious, right?

#and of course he teaches Jack: “Remember son... dying is gay”#also I love that headcanon of yours. That is Peak Spice behavior. More please #you should tell us about your fankid too. I wanna know them :)#cookie run kingdom #burning spice cookie #golden cheese cookie #burningcheese #goldenspice #cookie run oc #cookie run fankid #pepper jack cookie #matar paneer cookie

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rockalillygirl · 1 year ago

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Mamma mia here we go again…

So I have more thoughts because apparently there’s no bottom to the murderbot mindhole I’ve fallen down.

(Spoiler warning- minor stuff from several of the books, pls check tags etc.)

I’ve been reading a lot of things recently exploring Murderbot as an unreliable narrator, which I think is a cool result of System Collapse (because we all know our beloved MB is going through it in this one). There’s also been some interesting related discussion of MB’s distrust of and sometimes biased assessment/treatment of other constructs and bots.

And I’ve been reading a lot about CombatUnits! And I want to talk about them!!

Main thoughts can be summarized as follows:

We don’t see a lot about CombatUnits in the books, and I think what we do see from MB’s pov encourages the reader to view them as less sympathetic than other constructs.

I’m very skeptical of this portrayal for reasons.

The existence of CombatUnits makes me fucking sad and I have a lot of feelings about them!

I got introduced to the idea of MB as an unreliable narrator in a post by onironic It analyzes how in SC, MB seems to distrust Three to a somewhat unreasonable degree, and how it sometimes infantilizes Three or treats it the way human clients have treated it in the past. The post is Amazing and goes into way more detail, so pls go read it (link below):

https://www.tumblr.com/onironic/736245031246135296?source=share

So these ideas were floating around in my brain when I read an article Martha Wells recently published in f(r)iction magazine titled “Bodily Autonomy in the Murderbot Diaries”. I’ll link the article here:

(Rn the only way to access the article is to subscribe to the magazine or buy an e-copy of the specific issue which is $12)

In the article, Wells states that MB displaced its fear of being forced to have sex with humans onto the ComfortUnit in Artificial Condition. I think it’s reasonable to assume that MB also does this with other constructs. With Three, I think it’s more that MB is afraid if what it knows Three is capable of, or (as onironic suggests in their post and I agree with) some jealousy that Three seems more like what humans want/expect a rogue SecUnit to be.

But I want to explore how this can be applied to CombatUnits, specifically.

We don’t learn a lot about them in the books. One appears for a single scene in Exit Strategy, and that’s it. What little else we know comes from MB’s thoughts on them sprinkled throughout the series. To my knowledge, no other character even mentions them (which raises interesting questions about how widely-known their existence is outside of high-level corporate military circles).

When MB does talk about CombatUnits in the early books, it’s as a kind of boogeyman figure (the real “murderbots” that even Murderbot is afraid of). And then when one does show up in ES, it’s fucking terrifying! There’s a collective “oh shit” moment as both MB and the reader realize what it’s up against. Very quickly what we expect to be a normal battle turns into MB running for its life, desperately throwing up hacks as the CombatUnit slices through them just as fast. We and MB know that it wouldn’t have survived the encounter if its humans hadn’t helped it escape. So the CombatUnit really feels like a cut above the other enemies in the series.

And what struck me reading that scene was how the CombatUnit acts like the caricature of an “evil robot” that MB has taught us to question. It seems single-mindedly focused on violence and achieving its objective, and it speaks in what I’d call a “Terminator-esque” manner: telling MB to “Surrender” (like that’s ever worked) and responds to MB’s offer to hack its governor module with “I want to kill you” (ES, pp 99-100).

(Big tangent: Am I the only one who sees parallels between this and how Tlacey forces the ComfortUnit to speak to MB in AC? She makes it suggest they “kill all the humans” because that’s how she thinks constructs talk to each other (AC, pp 132-4). And MB picks up on it immediately. So why is that kind of talk inherently less suspicious coming from a CombatUnit than a ComfortUnit? My headcanon is that I’m not convinced the CombatUnit was speaking for itself. What if a human controller was making it say things they thought would be intimidating? Idk maybe I’ve been reading too many fics where CombatUnits are usually deployed with a human handler. There could be plenty of reasons why the CombatUnit would’ve talked like that. I’m just suspicious.)

(Also, disclaimer: I want to clarify before I go on that I firmly believe that even though MB seems to be afraid of CombatUnits and thinks they’re assholes, it would still advocate for them to have autonomy. I’m not trying to say that either MB or Wells sees CombatUnits as less worthy of personhood or freedom- because I feel the concept that “everything deserves autonomy” is very much at the heart of the series.)

So it’s clear from all of this that MB is scared of CombatUnits and distrusts them for a lot of reasons. I read another breathtaking post by @grammarpedant that gives a ton of examples of this throughout the books and has some great theories on why MB might feel this way. I’ll summarize the ones here that inspired me the most, but pls go read the original post for the full context:

https://www.tumblr.com/grammarpedant/703920247856562177?source=share

OP explains that SecUnits and CombatUnits are pretty much diametrically opposed because of their conflicting functions: Security safeguards humans, while Combat kills them. Of course these functions aren’t rigid- MB has implied that it’s been forced to be violent towards humans before, and I’m sure that extracting/guarding important assets could be a part of a CombatUnit's function. But it makes sense that MB would try to distance itself from being considered a CombatUnit, using its ideas about them to validate the parts of its own function that it likes (protecting people). OP gives what I think is the clearest example of this, which is the moment in Fugitive Telemetry when MB contrasts its plan to sneak aboard a hostile ship and rescue some refugees with what it calls a “CombatUnit” plan, which would presumably involve a lot more murder (FT, p 92).

This reminds me again of what Wells said in the f(r)iction article, that on some level MB is frightened by the idea that it could have been made a ComfortUnit (friction, p 44). I think the idea that it could’ve been a CombatUnit scares it too, and that’s why it keeps distinguishing itself and its function from them. But I think it’s important to point out, that in the above example from FT, even MB admits that the murder-y plan it contrasts with its own would be one made by humans for CombatUnits. So again we see that we just can’t know much about the authentic nature of CombatUnits, or any constructs with intact governor modules, because they don’t have freedom of expression. MB does suggest that CombatUnits may have some more autonomy when it comes to things like hacking and combat which are a part of their normal function. But how free can those choices be when the threat of the governor module still hangs over them?

I think it could be easy to fall into the trap of seeing CombatUnits as somehow more complicit in the systems of violence in the mbd universe. But I think that’s because we often make a false association between violence and empowerment, when even in our world that’s not always the case. But, critically, this can’t be the case for CombatUnits because they’re enslaved in the same way SecUnits and ComfortUnits are (though the intricacies are different).

There was another moment in the f(r)iction article that I found really chilling. Wells states that there’s a correlation between SecUnits that are forced to kill humans and ones that go rogue (friction, p 45). It’s a disturbing thought on its own, but I couldn’t help wondering then how many CombatUnits try to hack their governor modules? And what horrible lengths would humans go to to stop them? I refuse to believe that a CombatUnit’s core programming would make it less effected by the harm its forced to perpetrate. That might be because I’m very anti-deterministic on all fronts, but I just don’t buy it.

I’m not entirely sure why I feel so strongly about this. Of course, I find the situation of all constructs in mbd deeply upsetting. But the more I think about CombatUnits, the more heartbreaking their existence seems to me. There’s a very poignant moment in AC when MB compares ART’s function to its own to explain why there are things it doesn’t like about being a SecUnit (AC, p 33). In that scene, MB is able to identify some parts of its function that it does like, but I have a hard time believing a CombatUnit would be able to do the same. I’m not trying to say that SecUnits have it better (they don’t) (the situation of each type of construct is horrible in it’s own unique way). It’s just that I find the idea of construct made only for violence and killing really fucking depressing. I can’t even begin to imagine the horror of their day-to-day existence.

@grammarpedant made another point in their post that I think raises a TON of important questions not only about CombatUnits, but about how to approach the idea of “function” when it comes to machine intelligence in general. They explain that, in a perfect version of the mbd universe, there wouldn’t be an obvious place for CombatUnits the way there could be for SecUnits and ComfortUnits who wanted to retain their original functions. A better world would inherently be a less violent one, so where does that leave CombatUnits? Would they abandon their function entirely, or would they find a way to change it into something new?

I’ve been having a lot of fun imagining what a free CombatUnit would be like. But in some ways it’s been more difficult than I expected. I’ve heard Wells say in multiple interviews that one of her goals in writing Murderbot was to challenge people to empathize with someone they normally wouldn’t, and I find CombatUnits challenging in exactly that way. Sometimes I wonder if I would’ve felt differently about these books if MB had been a CombatUnit instead of a SecUnit. Would I have felt such an immediate connection to MB if its primary function before hacking its governor module had been killing humans, or if it didn’t have relatable hobbies like watching media? Or if it didn’t have a human face for the explicit purpose of making people like me more comfortable? I’m not sure that I would have.

Reading SC has got me interested in exploring the types of people that humans (or even MB itself) would struggle to accept. So CombatUnits are one of these and possible alien-intelligences are another. All this is merely a small sampling of the thoughts that have been swirling around in my brain-soup! So if anyone is interested in watching me fumble my way through these concepts in more detail, I may be posting “something” in the very near future!

Would really appreciate anyone else’s thoughts about all of THIS^^^^ It’s been my obsession over the holidays and helping me cope with family stress and flying anxiety.

#murderbot diaries #murderbot meta #artificial condition #exit strategy #fugitive telemetry #system collapse #murderbot spoilers #combat unit #FEELINGS #i blink and then it's 2000 words later #jesus christ

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veryblushyswitch · 7 months ago

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What Makes You Helpless?

Summary: While hanging out, Ramona learns something adorable about her dorky boyfriend. Unfortunately for him, she takes the opportunity to explore this discovery all she can. ☆

Lee: Scott

Ler: Ramona

As the door opened, Scott and Ramona stumbled into Ramona’s apartment. Scott was still getting used to this head subway thing. It was convenient don’t get him wrong, but landing smoothly was still a bit of a struggle.

A cool breeze filled the walkway as the door closed. Gideon, having heard the commotion, scurried down the stairs and went to rub against Ramona’s legs. Scott bent down and put put his hand out to which Gideon sniffed then allowed Scott to pet him. Gideon licked Scott’s wrist before running off to who knows where.

“He seems to be getting more comfortable with you.” Ramona smiled at her boyfriend. Scott returned the smile and nodded. “He really is. It’s nice.” He took off his jacket and hung it on a hook against the wall. Ramona did the same along with her bag. They went into the kitchen and had some tea. Scott sipped his herbal mixture Ramona has recently bought while Ramona went with a classic chamomile. The hot drink warmed them up against the cold weather. Even with living in Canada for so long, Scott could never seem to get used to the constant snowy conditions.

“You wanna go to my room? We could cuddle and maybe watch a movie on my laptop?” Ramona asked, taking her last sip of tea. Scott agreed and brought his mug with him. Scott was the sipper between the two. Once up the stairs and into her room, Scott and Ramona changed into their pajamas. Scott sported an oversized band t-shirt and some blue pajama pants. Ramona had on a loose fitting tank top and some fuzzy pajama pants that had matching fuzzy socks. Scott stared at his girlfriend as if in a trance. She always looked so adorable in her sleepwear. He walked towards her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

“You look so cute.” Scott complimented, taking not at how Ramona’s cheeks became slightly pink. “Aww~ Thanks.” Ramona kissed Scott’s nose. Scott blushed and returned the gesture. Ramona yelped when Scott went further to pick her up bridal style and carry her over to the bed. She giggled at the affection, Scott laying her down gently. Not before jumping on top of her and peppering her face with kisses.

“You’re suhuch aha dohork!” She lightly pushed at Scott’s shoulders as he continued. He moved to her neck to which she melted. She forgot sometimes that Scott knew her weaknesses. Her eyes closed, Scott taking her hand in his and rubbing his thumb across the soft skin. A few minutes later and the two laid next to each other under the blankets. Their eyes locked onto each others and a small hint of pink spread across both of their faces.

“It’s not fair that you know all my weaknesses.” Ramona complained. However, a small smile managed to find its way to her face through her sentence. Scott chuckled and brushed some hair out of her face to tuck behind her ear. “It’s not my fault you absolutely melt when I kiss your neck.” She blushed even more so at that.

“Really though. I should be able to know something about you that makes you helpless.” A smirk spread scores Scott’s face. “Are you saying I make you feel helpless?” Scott teased. Ramona’s jaw dropped before she lightly shoved at Scott’s shoulder.

“I’ll find something that makes you helpless Scott Pilgrim. And if I don’t on my own, I could always go to Wallace for help~” Ramona teased, chuckling when Scott’s eyes widened in fear. Wallace would spill every little secret to Ramona if she so much as mentioned Scott and weakness in the same sentence. He could always come clean now about something small. Lord only knows the things Wallace was willing to remember and reveal.

“Okay. Okay fine.” Scott huffed, debating again for a moment to make sure he was making the right decision. Ramona eagerly but patiently waited for his answer. “The truth is… ugh it’s hard to say out loud.” Scott hid his face in his hands. Ramona gently took Scott’s hands in hers. “Hey, I’m sure it’s not that bad. And don’t worry, I won’t actually use anything against you if you don’t want me to. I won’t force you to tell me.” Ramona’s soft voice helped relax Scott. He took a deep breath and prepared to say that word.

“Okay. I… I’m uh… reallyreallyticklish.” Scott scrambled to say that last part. Ramona looked confused. Of all the things that ran through her mind, Scott was afraid to say he was ticklish? “But that’s not all.” Scott began again. “I kind of… don’t really mind it either… when it happens to me.” Scott’s eyes averted her gaze, desperately telling his hands to not rip away from her hold and hide his red face. Ramona’s confusion turned into that of sincerity.

“Scott… I think that’s the cutest thing I’ve ever heard.” Ramona lightly squeezed Scott’s hands with further reassurance. Scott was at a loss for words as he turned to hide his face against his pillow. Blush noticeably rising to his ears. Ramona giggled and rubbed his hand. “C’mon, don’t hide that cute face from me now.” Scott whined before turning slightly so one side of his face was visible. His eye sparkled and his lips slightly twitched as if trying their hardest not to smile.

“How did I not find this out sooner? I would’ve tickled you all the time if I’d known.” Ramona lightened her touch against his hands, rubbing small circles against the back of his hand. His hand slightly twitched at the softened touch. Why did he have to be more ticklish when he was flustered?! “Oho my gosh stohop saying it!”

“Stop saying what? Tickle~“ Ramona walked a set of fingers up Scott’s arm so they were resting on his inner shoulder. His legs kicked lightly at the anticipation. The giggles in his chest begging to be released. Small chortles managed to sneak past his lips.

“Yehes!” Scott tried not to focus on the tingling feelings Ramona’s fingers were sending through his shoulder. Perfect, Ramona thought. He walked right into it. “Well that just makes me wanna say it more.” She quickly dove her fingers into the crook of Scott’s neck causing high pitched shrieks of laughter to fly from Scott’s lips. He scrunched his shoulder and lightly twisted back and forth, not trying too hard to get away from the tickly touch.

“Rahamohonahaha! Hehehehaha!” Scott squealed when her other hand joined in. This time she targeted along Scott’s stomach. He giggled his heart out at the gentle tickles, pushing his face into his pillow once again to muffle the high pitched sounds.

Ramona couldn’t stop the softening of her smirk into a smile. She truly had the most adorable boyfriend in the world. Not to mention probably the dorkiest too, but she wasn’t complaining about that either.

She moved the hand that was at his neck down and starting pinching at his hip. She didn’t know that she had struck gold.

“NAHAHAHA! RAHAHAMOHONAHAHA! AHAHAHA!” Scott about screamed and his squirming became more desperate. His legs kicked out at the covers and his hand tried to shove at his girlfriend’s pinching hand.

“NAHAHAT THEHEHERE!! PLEHEHEHEHEASE! NAHAHAHA!” Scott was too weak to push her hand away, instead settling for holding onto her wrist.

“Not there? Why? Does it tickle or something?” Ramona asked before quickly yet gently pushing Scott onto his back and straddling his thighs. Her tickling stopping for a moment. Scott quickly wrapped his arms around his waist, preparing himself for the inevitable.

“Yehes it dohoes. Aha lohot.” Scott wanted to cover his face, but didn’t dare risk Ramona going back to his hips if he moved his arms. Ramona giggled leaned down and gave him a kiss on the cheek. She admired the way his eyes sparkled and how his ears burned red with embarrassment.

“Would you care if I continued?“ Ramona set her hands onto Scott’s hands, slowly and gently moving them away from his waist. Making a mental note to tease him later on how he didn’t put up much resistance to the action.

Scott’s smile wobbled. Desperately trying not to show just how much he wouldn’t care if she continued. In fact, he’d love it if she did. He’d never felt more loved than when he was with her, and moments like this made his feelings for her bloom into new light. He tried to maintain eye contact, but ultimately failed at the sight of Ramona’s smirk and the feeling of her fingers twitching with eager.

“Scott~” Ramona gave him a small poke to the side, making him jump with a squeal. Scott giggled out of anticipation, shakily grabbing into Ramona’s hands that were now gently resting on Scott’s sides.

“Yehes?” Scott asked, already forgetting her question from mere moments ago. It clicked when Ramona’s fingers immediately began to poke and scribble at his hips.

Oh shit-

That really tickled-

“GAHAHAHAHA! RAHAHAMOHONAHAHA! SHIT! SHIT! SHIHHIHIT!!” Scott almost screamed with how much it tickled. Of course Ramona would go right back to the spot that made him freak out a second ago.

“You’re really ticklish here aren’t you?” Ramona snickered, letting her fingers dig into each little nerve on Scott’s hips and sides. Even poking at his stomach and ribs to make Scott twitch and squirm with each ticklish tase. Scott’s hands couldn’t keep up with Ramona constantly switching spots. He eventually settled on trying his best to hug his waist and cover as much of his ticklish spots as he could.

Just then, Ramona grabbed onto Scott’s arm and yanked it above his head. Her other hand quick to dig underneath his arm. An honest to god snort surprised both of them before Scott went back to laughing his head off.

“AHAHAHAHA! *snort* STAHAHAHAP! PLEHEHEHEASE!” Scott’s back arched against the bed as his free hand scrambled to grab at Ramona’s. The tickling must’ve been messing up his coordination because he seemed to always just miss her hand whenever she goes for a new spot on his ribs or his neck then back to his underarm.

Ramona made sure to remember which spots made Scott twitch a little harder or laugh a bit more.

“You’re saying stop, but do you really mean that Scott?” Ramona teased, grabbing both of Scott’s hands and pinning them beside his head. She then leaned down, giving his neck some tickly kisses and small raspberries.

“Nohoho! Rahamonaha plehehease!” Scott’s legs kicked his legs. His hands interlocking with Ramona’s, holding them and using what little strength he had left to try and escape. He could defeat her seven evil exes, but couldn’t fight back when tickled a little??

“No? I knew it.” In a flash of light her hands went back down to his hips and kneaded them like dough. Scott’s eyes went wide as the loudest shriek, in probably his whole life, left his lips before he dissolved into loud laughter.

“THAHAHAHAT’S NAHAT WHAT I MEHEHEANT!!” Scott tried to lean up and squirm as much as he could, but it was pretty hard with Ramona still kissing his neck between her own giggles at her boyfriend’s contagious cackles. Her thumbs continued to dig into his hips, her fingers scribbling along the back of his sides. Raspberry and tickly kisses made sure his neck never got used to the tingly feeling.

“Maybe if you admit you love it I’ll stop.” Ramona finally leaned up from his neck, but her attack on his hips didn’t let up. He shook his head and pushed at her hands. The red on his cheeks had now spread to his ears.

“NAHAHAHAHA! IHI CAHAHAHAHAN’T! RAHAMOHONAHAHA! AHA! PLEHEHEASE! STAHAHAHAHAP!” She used his weakness from the tickling as a chance to quickly pin his arms under her knees and go right back to his hips. This new position left him completely helpless. And he knew she wouldn’t stop until he said it even if his face went purple.

“AHAHAHAHA! OKAY! OKAHAHAHAHAY! IHI LOHOHOVE IT! PLEHEHEHEASE!” Scott went into silent laughter. The only sound being from his legs kicking in defeat. Ramona pulled away, giving him a kiss to the forehead before falling to the side and laying back beside him.

Scott’s arms quickly wrapped around himself. His chest rose and fell with each breath. He still giggled from the leftover tingling sensation. No one has ever tickled him like that… Well- maybe other than Wallace. Oh fuck- Romana and Wallace were gonna bond over this weren’t they?

“You’re really cute when you laugh like that you know.” Ramona interrupted his thoughts. Scott rolled over and looked into her eyes. He forgot for a second what he had just said through his laughter. But maybe he didn’t mind that he said it. Not to Ramona at least.

“I lohove you Ramona.” Scott said without thinking. It’s not that he hadn’t said it before, it just kinda came out of nowhere considering the situation. Ramona smiled.

“I love you too Scott Pilgrim.”

#Scott Pilgrim tickle #Scott Pilgrim tickle fic #Scott Pilgrim takes off tickle #Scott Pilgrim takes off tickle fic #Scott pilgrim vs the world tickle #Scott pilgrim vs the world tickle fic #scott pilgrim #lee scott #ticklish Scott #Ramona #Ramona flowers #ler Ramona #anime tickle #anime tickle fic

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montanamp3 · 1 year ago

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You never told me what really happened over those few blistering months in 2008, but I guess I wasn’t alone in that. Even when the newspapers shoved a mic in your face, even when the lawyers grilled you for hours, even when you were standing on that trap door, waiting for the drop– what really happened was a secret you’d bring to the grave.

happy grad day!! now that they can't expel me for besmirching the school name... i can finally publish the thing that's consumed my waking hours and my grades for the past half a year </3 it's a retelling of child ballad 16 set in a mid-tier singaporean junior college ft. teen angst, secrets, sex, reddit, extravagant misuse of bible verses, really specific injokes, the miserable state of the school infrastructure, purple prose, taylor swift, secrets, and did i mention teen angst??

read it here! <3

#I am so tired rn I'll format this in the morning but HERE YOU GO!!!#omg #making sc cool again

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crystalflygeo · 2 years ago

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That's one way to alleviate cramps ft. dragon!Zhongli + fem!reader

cw/tags: Period sex. That's... that's it, pls do not perceive me. Zhongli is a tiny dragon on this one. Chonkli. And he has a long dragon tongue bc of course. Oral sex (reader receiving) Blood I guess it's a given??? An attempt at fluff/cuteness and humor was made.

notes: @moraxsthrone Kel I want everyone to know this is 300% YOUR FAULT (this is a link ehe). Imma just post this before I think twice and then go hit my pillow I'm hungry and TIRED and delirious. Obviously.

“Hng- f-fuck… Zhongliiiii” You groan, squirming on the sheets.

You curl into a tight ball and your arms snake around your midsection, biting your lip hard as another wave of pain washes over your body. It’s sharp, muscles spasming, it leaves you sweaty and tense and whining.

“Archons why…” You mumble, letting out a rather strained sigh.

Your body relaxes a little, melting on the bed once the cramps are over, but your body still feels sore, and it’s hot, too hot, even when you’re down to your undergarments.

A very small and rather adorable dragon shifts frantically all around you, looking very much like a distressed puppy wanting to help but not knowing very well how to.

He noses at your cheek, scales cool against the heated skin, and then laps there trying to comfort you. “I apologize for not being able to help more, dearest.” The deep voice practically echoes in your head, reassuring, and definitely not matching his current cutesy appearance.

You smile softly and run your hand along his back, the scales shivering at your touch. “I-It’s okay Li… comes and goes…”

You’ve rarely ever seen Zhongli in this form, maybe two or three times actually. A miniature and… ‘chonky’… version of his regal Exuvia, with blunt horns and claws, and the size of your torso. He almost looks like a plushie, albeit a scaled one.

He’d said it was for your comfort, and honestly, you really enjoyed cuddling him on this form, playing with his tail fluff or let him ‘make biscuits’ over your skin.

And speaking of…

Once he sees you rolled over your back again, the overgrown lizard makes his way to your belly and starts pressing his small paws over your tummy, massaging. You can’t help the laugh that bubbles from your throat as it tickles a little.

“That’s better. I much prefer hearing your laugh, baobei.”

“Y-yeah… thank you Li.”

It goes on for a few minutes, the cramps seemingly dissipated for now as he purrs content and your body relaxes at his ministrations. It’s soothing.

But now another problem presents itself…

You groan again and slightly grimace. Your body is all sensitive, hot and sore, and he keeps insistently pressing and kneading at your pelvis, skirting the edge of your panties and so close… so close…

Archons how can you be thinking on that now? You were in pain merely moments ago! And now’s not the time to…

“Darling?” You see the small dragon sniff at the air. “Are you… aroused?”

Oh, damn his freaky dragon senses.

He has no right to sound that amused when he looks so cute either!

“N-No?! I’m- How could I-” You sputter.

His hearty chuckle invades your mind. “No need to be embarrassed, my dear. It’s quite understandable.” The dragon coos and nuzzles at your lower belly making you shiver. “In this stage of your cycle, you’re quite vulnerable and your hormones-”

“Stop. Stop talking biology to me I don’t- I don’t want to hear it!” You exclaim, face flushing. And yet you feel yourself getting needier.

And you know he knows.

“Very well.” His little paws and snout skim at your thighs and you feel the mattress shift as he settles between your legs curling there as if it was the most normal course of action. “Then, will you allow me to tend to you?” His head rests over your inner tight, staring up at you with bright rounded golden eyes.

“Li. I’m bleeding. It’s disgusting…” You mumble deadpanning.

The dragon only blinks at you “Oh, I assure you it’s not. It doesn’t bother me. And even so, beneath metallic smell of blood the scent of your arousal is rather tantalizing…”

Celestia’s sake.

You cover your face with your hands. “You perverted old lizard…f-fine…”

He only chuckles again and next thing you know you let out a shameful squeak as you feel the small dragon press his nose against your clothed core, hot and dampness mixing up together and causing funny feelings to swirl inside you.

Even in this form, Zhongli is nothing but thorough and attentive with his love as he nips and licks at your skin in smooth and carefully considered paths for a moment before starting to pull off your underwear on blunt teeth and clumsy paws.

Still a bit mortified but much hornier than you’d care to admit, you help out on the task, taking out the last piece of clothing you had on and laying back down fully naked. Well. Good thing the mattress was already protected in your paranoia to avoid stains…

The slow thoughtful drag of that thick dragon tongue over your folds has you immediately keening. You cover your face still embarrassed as he laps up the residual taste of blood and shed lining, dutifully cleaning you up.

The tang of copper and iron on his tongue makes him a bit feral and he enthusiastically dives deeper, rewarded with your moans that only spur him on. His little dragon snout rubbing against your clit as the long serpentine tongue enters you. Not as thick as usual but certainly just as skilled.

“Hah… T-That feels so good…”

“I’m glad.” The dragon hums proudly. “Pleasure and orgasms are certainly good ways to mitigate pain and allow the body to unwind.”

“A-Ah! Y-You can certainly… hng… multitask, hm? Lord of Geo?”

You feel that sinful tongue slide out of you wetly, and then lick insistently at the little bundle of nerves, pulling a high-pitched mewl out of you.

“I’d say, the fact that you’re still able to talk means I’m not doing my job properly. Allow me, dearest.”

Pleasure builds steadily as Zhongli’s forked tongue works inside you, massaging and trusting in all the right spots, as outside, carefully blunted fangs toy with your sensitive swollen clit. He drags your climax out of you languidly and reverent and you come with a broken cry, dissolving into soft whimpers as your pussy gushes weakly. A heady mix of your juices and blood which the dragon happily cleans up with more swipes of that little tongue.

Once the job is done, the little dragon sighs and climbs up to nuzzle his head against your heaving chest and you drowsily start petting along the serpentine body, his tail curling around you, either possessive, protective or simply loving and you kiss at his snout. You stay like that for a while, both soaking up the other's presence in the sweet afterglow. Until Zhongli’s soft rumble appears back in your head.

“Not so bad after all, I take it?”

“Mm… I suppose not.” You reply, groggy and already half asleep. “Wouldn’t be opposed to… do that again…” You yawn.

“Of course, darling. Glad to help in any way I can.”

#zhongli smut #zhongli x reader #zhongli x you #genshin imagines #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #genshin impact imagines #genshin x reader #genshin x you #crys writes #fem reader #in which kel and I continuously influence each other and toss around crazy ideas #oh god bye I have no words I'm leaving b y e #I'm on my period and it HURTS OK I want comfort //cries

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twistedwonderlandimaginesblog · 2 years ago

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Ive just recently discovered your blog and i love it so much omg 😍 I also saw ur post in u said we should send in parent sc rqs 👁👁 so can i pls req scs for the dorm leaders when they accidentally hurt the child? and how they would react? its up to u on how you want the dorl leads to find the child tho! ✨💖

Idia Shroud:

Idia felt dread, so heavy that it’s like the entire world was just dropped on his shoulders. Is it happening again? A repeat of the Ortho incident as some sort of cosmic karma? He’s already a constant homebody but he’s even more likely to lock himself away, like a princess in those fairy tales who’s always guarded by a vicious dragon. He doesn’t know how to articulate his pain or grief at hurting someone he loved dearly but you can be assured that he won’t take a chance like that again.

Kalim Al-Asim:

Kalim is completely heartbroken as he had started off only wanting to show his child a cool trick he could do with his magic. He regretted it immediately, admitting to fault and learning another valuable life lesson: money really couldn’t make everything okay. He attended to them himself during their recovery, wanting them to feel how truly sorry he was. Not that he was a strict parent before, but he showered them in gifts, afraid of them potentially harboring hatred in their heart for him (something he could definitely never recover from).

Leona Kingscholar:

Leona is agitated with himself for accidentally hurting his own child but he doesn’t offer words of apology, instead handing them off to you and closing himself off the rest of the day. You think it’s selfish of him to do so but you know that he’s always had a hard time dealing with his feelings, especially when it came to admitting he was in the wrong, so you did your best to let your child know it wasn’t their fault (while taking care of any leftover wounds incident). When Leona finally interacts with them again you’re proud to hear a very quiet apology slip out of his mouth, a hand placed on your child’s head as he stated they would both have to be more careful from that point on.

Malleus Draconia:

Accidents happen, and Malleus himself had been put into many dangerous situation when he was a baby. It was just a thing that fae children happened to be attracted to and he wasn’t the least bit surprised when the same happened to your child. He’s not happy that it was at his hands but he knew he had been holding back anyway, the damage could be far worse than what it was. He’s more afraid of dealing with you in the aftermath as he was sure he’d hear an earful but you just seemed relieved that your child wasn’t seriously injured, holding them close while they told you about all the cool things Malleus could do with magic.

Riddle Rosehearts:

Riddle gets the haunting feeling that he’s just like his mother. Her abuse was more verbal than physical but he couldn’t help but hear ‘the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree’ out of the mouths of everyone who learned of the accident. He felt sick to his stomach despite his constant apologies and overbearing doting over his injured child. He handled them like a fragile antique, no magic allowed in the house unless they were a safe distance away. He still had a specific set of rules in place to prevent something like that

#Idia Shroud #Kalim Al-Asim #Leona Kingscholar #Malleus Draconia #Riddle Rosehearts #Twisted Wonderland #TWST #TWST Imagines #Twisted Wonderland Imagines #TWST x Reader #Twisted Wonderland x Reader #Idia Shroud x Reader #Kalim Al Asim x Reader #Leona Kingscholar x Reader #Malleus Draconia x Reader #Riddle Rosehearts x Reader

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shinning-whammy · 3 months ago

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What does the smiling critters do in the paradise?

Before Catnap and Dogday entered, then during the Never Alone plot, and finally after Catnap's redemption and Dogday's acceptance?

Everyone wanted to know what was happening after each of them left the place and at the same time know what was the cause of their deaths in order to be able to help themselves.

Hoppy and Kickin were the first to arrive at the site with a difference of a few hours in the real world but in heaven it was a few days apart

Hoppy is in charge of sports and fun, so when she needs a team to play basketball or soccer, some kids come to join his team.

Children? That is, if one of the SC needs more company, the souls of children who have died around the world appear and join their activities, whether for games or learning.

Kikin tries to look cool and support his friends in their ideas, as well as he really likes adventure, so he usually gets along very well with Hoppy and her crazy ideas.

The next to arrive at the site after several years is Bubba, he arrived scared and at the same time worried that Catnap was out of his mind, he was the one who discovered 1006's intentions and knew that Catnap obeyed him, he did not like the idea of eliminating others by his orders and that is why he was eliminated.

He was too worried about his friends, especially Dogday, because he found out about the therapy that Catnap was using on him and he knew that sooner or later it would affect him. But by trying to make Dogday discover the truth for himself, he only caused them to fight and Catnap to eliminate him. He knew too much to be there.

He regrets having insulted Dogday but he didn't really know what Catnap was doing to him until it was too late Later after recovering he likes to read psychology books, he is in charge of a library that has information from all over the world and in the same language that he can read even several children or other souls give him those books that are usually or that were written on earth

He is determined to know the therapy well because he knows that when Dogday gets there he will need something real and not a fake one that Catnap does to him.

Several years later Bobby arrives, she arrived sad but very angry, so Hoppy and Bubba helped her control her anger because she felt helpless seeing everything Catnap did to Dogday and not being able to help him, as well as seeing how her friend was falling into madness.

She explains how the place is becoming difficult to control and that Catnap no longer trusts anyone but the prototype and Dogday who has not long since woken up from the coma that Catnap and his excessive use of the red smoke caused him.

She wanted to escape with Crafty but the plan failed and well Catnap got rid of her and she is worried about Dogday but more with Crafty because she hurt the dog and it is something that the cat discovered

When Bobby recovers from her own anger management, she is a sweetheart and is in charge of the activities in her group of friends. She likes to knit and make clothes or hats for her friends, even though they no longer feel temperature changes in that place, but they think it's nice to wear it.

Several days later Crafty arrived but she was in very bad shape, she was shaking with fear and crying a lot, so it took some time to calm her down since she had panic attacks and nightmares.

Crafty explains that after the failure to escape from Bobby the cat, she was more angry with her and ordered the minis to eat her arms, and days later she could notice a terrible appearance in Dogday, which Catnap ordered to eliminate it. She explains that Dogday looked very different and scared her a lot.

It took her some time to recover from her nightmares but she started drawing again and she liked having girls' sleepovers with Hoppy and Bobby to avoid panic attacks. She has all the materials she needs to make art at her disposal but she still doesn't like the color red. She's tired of everything being that color in that place.

When Crafty arrived she was the SC with the worst mental trauma before Picky and Dogday arrived.

then appear picky she was quite and a little surprise to see his friends there looking her but they no were so mad because she cook them when they were already dead

A few years later Picky arrived, she was in shock and quiet, especially because she felt she didn't deserve to be there with them. After all, she cooked them all and didn't say anything to Dogday after the fear she had with what Bubba or Bobby did, but she was always hungry and everything was scarce, so she accidentally attacked Dogday and he responded in a way that scared Picky.

They both ended up hurt, but Picky was more hurt, so when she saw that Dogday had fainted, she wanted to take advantage of it and eat him and put together a thousand recipes, but the cat arrived and it all ended for her.

1006 and Catnap decided that because of her hunger she was unnecessary so her body was used to feed other toys

but despite being condemned for it and being dying, Dogday found her and was worried so she was no longer afraid to tell the truth and told him everything that Cat had hidden from him when Dogday left angry Picky then died so when she got there with the other SC she said she regretted what she did and blamed herself because she condemned Dogday so she thinks they are possibly fighting and if Catnap or 1006 labels Dogday as a heretic they will make him suffer

It took Picky a while to get back into cooking because she was afraid of meat and had hallucinations of seeing the bodies of dolls, so she ended up becoming a vegetarian.

When she has a hallucination or the trance returns, she remains silent, seeing nothing and her wound in her chest bleeds while she cries silently, so her friends must hug her to get her out of that trance and eat the food that made her go into that trance.

Over time she overcomes her trauma and when she sees that Dogday has not arrived she believes that Catnap has finally made him forget everything she told him. Picky is in charge of the crops and has a greenhouse for his vegetables or herbs for food.

She becomes good at farming and looking for spices in the forest. Sometimes she asks for help from Bbba or Kikin to find these spices.

The other SCs forgave her quickly because even though she cooked them all, they were no longer alive to see how she did it, so they did not suffer at her hands.

Years passed in that place and as they did not see Dogday arrive after what Picky did, everyone assumed that Dogday had again forgotten everything they told him or had finally joined the madness of Catnap and his false god.

when see the poor puppy so broken and crying as was apologize to everyone, they were very angry and disappointed in Catnap because of his obsession to protect Dogday they believed that the cat had an obsessive love for him and that because of that he wouldn't let him go and that he would never hurt him like he did with them but here was a very broken Dogday, shaking in pain while he cried and apologized to everyone for not having listened to them when they warned him about Catnap being dangerous.

They didn't know if Catnap would end up in the same place as them and they didn't want that to happen but if that happens they all promised each other that they would never let the cat get close to Dogday ever again to hurt him again.

after acceptance

After many years it took a lot of effort for Catnap to regain his friends' trust. Some just ignored him, but if he dared to approach Dogday, especially if he had his trauma episodes, he was forced to leave and never get close. However, everyone was worried that Dogday's wounds and traumas didn't stop unless Catnap was near, so they reluctantly allowed Catnap to be by their side.

After Dogday regained his memories of what happened at Playcare and everything he did and Catnap made him do, he used to stay away from the Cat and didn't trust him. It took a long time for them to talk again, and this time it was Dogday who set limits, he wanted to avoid making the same mistake again at all costs.

Over time it was a broken friendship, with Catnap regretting what he did and Dogday being afraid of him. Later they became friends again but Catnap respected the time Dogday spent with his friends while he just watched from a distance or stayed overnight at their houses.

So I spent time with them as a friend and avoiding at all costs that the other personality of Dogday, which is Red Dogday, hurt Catnap savagely and that is because that part does not forgive him.

but this will take so much time to catnap be forgiven for the other SC and specially from Dogday who no trust him anymore

#never alone au #reply

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