#mostly peaceful protests

[boomer-mythology-destroyer]

[sailorsally]

.

[rebel-girl-queen-of-my-world]

Members of a private WhatsApp group, including billionaires like the CEO of Dell and the former CEO of Starbucks, allegedly used the chat to discuss ways to pressure New York City Mayor Eric Adams to use police to crack down on Gaza solidarity protests at the city’s universities, according to The Washington Post. AJ+ has not seen the chat messages referenced in The Washington Post’s report directly. ⁣

⁣

NYPD officers raided encampments at schools like Columbia University and the City College of New York, arresting close to 200 protesters in just one day. The police raid at Columbia in late April was the first on-campus mass arrest in 50 years, with police using riot gear and military-grade weapons against mostly peaceful protesters. ⁣

⁣

While Gaza solidarity encampments have been frequently targeted with violence by police and pro-Israel agitators – and over 2,200 people have been arrested – a study found that out of over 550 Gaza protests at U.S. universities, 97% have been peaceful. ⁣

⁣

…⁣

Senior Producers: Kareem Yasin, Ben Angeloni⁣

⁣

[svgarseason]

𖹭 cw: suggestive, edgy, mdni

part one | two | three ‹soon›

Unfortunately for you, your big brother's friend sukuna can be surprisingly light on his feet for someone so large. It seems that startling the living hell out of you is his new favorite pasttime. And he's around all the time now. He shows up unannounced and lets himself in. When you ask Toji why he has a key, he just laughs and says, "He doesn't. He wants in. He gets in."

Okay? That's cryptic and annoying, but you'd rather feign indifference than ask questions. Why overcomplicate things?

Mostly, he just sneaks up behind you and shouts, "Hey, brat!" In his stupid, booming voice as he claps all four of his large hands down on your shoulders. You count it as a victory when you detect his smokey scent first and actually manage not to jump out of your skin. Although you still break out in goosebumps at his touch, he doesn't seem to notice, judging by the satisfying look of dissappointment on his face. Your satisfaction is short-lived, however.

The sound of the two men crashing through the front door in the wee hours of the next morning startles you awake. You flick the bedside lamp on just in time to see sukuna crash through your bedroom door. Of course, you scream and clutch the pink duvet to your bare chest. "Oops," he says, with a shit-eating grin. "Wrong room." Toji drags him out with some half-assed muttered apology about drinking too much. You're not so sure that's a pertinent excuse. The smug look he shoots you before the door slams shut seems pretty much par for the course, at this point.

Sadly, that was not the end of early morning encounters with the monster. Now he has you caged in against the counter, nearly breaking your back in an effort to lean away from him. Evidently, he had seen fit to creep up behind you and you between the kitchen counter and his mountain range of a body. And you wee only trying to steam milk for your latte. What the fuck is his problem, anyway? Can't a girl make her morning coffee in peace? Your protests remain lodged in your throat, however, along with your racing heart.

He's so large and so close you have no choice but to look at him, which, to your horror, still renders you temporarily speechless. Being so close to him reminds you a little of the first time you ever saw a tiger at the zoo. The animal was so unlike anything you had ever seen before, so deadly and beautiful, that you could hardly believe it was real. Could hardly believe that it was roaring and pacing close enough that you could reach out and sink your fingers into its thick coat if not for the bars. The bars kept you safe, then. What is keeping you safe, now?

It is unsettling, the way his upper set of eyes remain locked on yours while the lower set look down at the hand scalded by your spilt coffee. "What's the matter brat? Hurt yourself?" He mocks as you clutch the injured hand to your chest. You hardly notice that one of his hands has left the counter, but somehow you don't flinch when he lifts it to your cheek to tuck a lock of hair behind your ear. "Did I scare you?"

The gentle gesture alongside his mocking words is so disconcerting that you remain a quivering-lipped mute as seconds crawl by at a snails pace. You wonder if the action was subconscious on his part. Seems the only viable explanation.

You don't find your voice again until Toji's breaks whatever hypnosis the monster has you under. "Let's go," he says, and, just like that, Sukuna pulls away and you are finally able to pull air into your lungs again. "Gonna be gone for a couple of days-" Toji begins, addressing you.

"Please tell me you're taking it with you," you interject, stabbing an index finger in Sukuna's direction.

"Yeah," he says. And sukuna gives you one last smug, spider-eyed glare before he disappears through the door.

You're so relieved that it doesn't occur to you how quickly a couple of days can pass. Or that, when they do, your brother might not be the first to return. Relieved, not only to be free of Sukuna's bullying for a time, but also because what you feel is not truly fear. It's more like awe, if you really had to put a name to it. But you make a point not to think about it too much, or at all if you can help it.

taglist ‹ age in your bio to be added ›

@orikixx ; @scorpiosugar ; @just-lilita ; @shesabeeler

[intertexts-moving]

oh hey. nymag :-)

[aia-prima-raufton]

Perhaps it's about time that we realize that the outspoken Taylor Swift that we liked, the one we saw in Miss Americana, the one that talked about her sa, the feminist, LGBTQIA and BIPOC ally, and democrat one was, in fact, not Taylor Swift at all. Perhaps it was Joe Alwyn all along (sorry that credit goes to a man). Perhaps it was just that he influenced her when they were still together. Didn't she say:

Your integrity makes me seem small

You paint dreamscapes on the wall

I talk shit with my friends

It's like I'm wasting your honor

It didn't take long for her to fall back into her old ways of being silent about important issues after their breakup. Worst, swifties think that none of these matter at all for as long as mother is mothering.

[Insert paragraph about Taylor Swift as a Person when creating an album and Taylor Swift as a Brand after the album is released.]

Oh Tay-Tay, queen of carbon emissions and white feminism. Thanks for reminding us that there is no such thing as an ethical billionaire.

I honestly feel so sorry for them.

Alot of her fans are completely deranged and defend Taylor no matter what. But I think most are just disappointed in her atp.

And I'm not a fan of that woman, but I do respect people who do enjoy her music ( when they act normal about it).

Taylor Swift profits of that para social relationship she has created with her fans. From what I have seen it's not because she cares about her fans but it's about her sales. She didn't even mention the girls name dying at her concert to this day.

And what I noticed that her biggest haters tend to be people who used to be her fans.

[plethorawrites]

So we’ve seen all of the batbros as cats but what about the reader? What would happen if they were turned into a cat?

This took forever, sorry! But yes, I totally can!

Bruce: Weary and worried.

• Before all else, he's concerned with making sure you're alright. He calls Zatanna immediately to ensure it's not permanent and then after he knows it's not, he can relax enough to try to comfort you.

• He was never a cat person, only ever owning dogs, so he really has no clue how to take care of a cat. Let alone a cat who's really the love of his life. He tries, though. He gets Alfred to make you dinner, something that's fresh and not gross Tuna or Salmon from a can. He gives you your choice of every throw pillow in the manor to tear up when he sees you get antsy, your claws flicking in and out in stress. And of course, everything poisonous to cats like the peace lilies in the living room are moved far away.

• Bruce still has to go to work, unfortunately and with no idea how to keep you entertained, puts on those "Soothing cat videos" on the big TV in his bedroom for you to watch. A six hour loop of a fishtank is less than ideal but seems to work well enough.

• You're in the same place as when he left you, so he assumes you didn't mind too much. He notices you grooming yourself, not because you want to, but out of some strange instinct you've developed and he can tell you're grossed out by your own actions, so he does his best to clean your fur himself. You might be a cat, but you seem to like water so he puts you in the bathtub and scrubs your fur with your normal soap which makes you pur.

• Until he takes you out of the warm water and you're absolutely freezing, shivering from the cold. He wraps you in a towel and holds you to his chest until you're mostly dry, then, despite the dampness of your fur, let's you curl up under the covers since you're still a bit chilly. It makes his own skin wet, but he doesn't mind since at least you seem a bit happier.

---

Dick: Amused and empathetic.

• He tries not to laugh. He really does. It's just...so much harder than it should be. You look so small, so adorable, so fuzzy. You have a tail, for God's sake. How could it not be hilarious? He only stops chuckling when you swat your paw at him, catching him with sharp claws, cutting him. He doesn't get upset since he knows he deserved it.

• Goes to the pet store with you, letting you sit in the cart and pick out your own things, which, he can tell you dislike but reluctantly comply—otherwise he'd buy you a rat themed toy instead of the feather one you wanted. You gurgle and growl repeatedly when he picks up those stupid cat costumes, but he still buys them anyway.

• And yes, he does force you to wear them. You resisted, at first, of course, but eventually gave up when he gave you those puppy dog eyes. If you thought being a cat was humiliating, you couldn't have prepared for being a cat wearing a sombrero and poncho. "Those are our Christmas cards this year," he tells you, kissing the top of your head while you meow in protest.

• Despite that, he's still sweet to you, apologizing for you having to go through this and swearing he'll fix it. In the meantime, just try to stay positive. He'll say you can rip up the drapes if it makes you feel better. You do and it does. You always hated them and he refused to get rid of them, but now there was a valid reason to.

• He sits on the floor with you, swinging the feather toy around as you chase it, gaining a good amount of height the longer you play. His arm gets tired but you're clearly not, so he sits there until you eventually get sick of it and he sets it down while you crawl into his lap for a nap. He was going to make something to eat, but he supposes he can wait.

---

Jason: Paranoid and terrified.

• His initial response is to reassure you that you'll be fine. He'll do whatever it takes you turn you back into a human, no matter what. His second response, is to freak out. He has no idea how to take care of a cat, let alone his partner who's a cat! What if he hurts you? What if he can't fix it?

• Being a cat, you, unbeknownst to him, sense him apprehension and almost immediately start rubbing against his legs until he hesitantly picks you up, cradling you in his arms as gently as possible. You rub your head against his jaw, trying to soothe him and he takes a few deep breaths, relaxing and nuzzling your fur.

• It takes him a while, and a lot of trial and error to figure out how to take care of you, be it buying food you don't like, to accidentally leaving the window open and panicking that you escaped (you were under the bed, because it was warm and safe) but he eventually calms down once the day is finally over.

• Cuddling with you on the couch, he can barely even feel your claws kneeding on his arms because there's so much scar tissue it's too hard to scratch and hurt. Your purring is what calms him down the most though, after an extremely long, stressful day. You sitting on his lap, his hand resting on your back as he slowly and accidentally falls asleep.

• When he wakes up, you're still a cat, still sleeping on him. He picks you up carefully, taking you to the bedroom so he can sleep in his bed and you aren't left alone in the living room. He has a feeling you'll be yourself soon enough, even if he doesn't know exactly when. He'll keep you safe until then.

---

Tim: Shocked and Frantic

• He immediately starts to panic. You're a cat. A freaking cat. How? Why? What does he need to do to fix it? He has a million questions and no answers. But his stress only adds to your own and he quickly tries to calm down before soothing you: "No, no, no. It's fine. You're gonna be fine. I swear."

• Still, the second he gets you out of the room, convincing you that you'd be more comfortable in the living room than in the batcave, he starts to pace and freak out again. It's actually Damian, of all people, who gets him to snap out of it, literally slapping him across the face and telling him to be there for you instead of worrying about the details.

• He listens, to an extent, going back upstairs to where you were chewing on the fern in the living room, ripping a leaf apart. Pulling you away from it as you meow in protest, he cradles you in his arms, apologizing for fretting and promising he won't leave again.

• And he doesn't. He does, however, keep working on a way to fix you. He tries to be annoyed when you start knocking things off his desk, pushing stuff into a water bowl, jumping into his bottom drawer, laying on his papers, but he can't do it. You're just acting too cute to genuinely be mad. Eventually, he takes a break, closing the drawer you were sitting in and hauling you to his bed.

• He'll admit, he threw you with a little less caution than he probably should have, but you didn't mind, crawling onto him the moment he laid down, eager to close your eyes after being awake for far too long. Aka 5 straight hours, which, for a cat, was a lot. He didn't quite realize that, but notices almost immediately how fast you fall asleep once you lay down, curling into a ball, tucking your nose under your tail to keep it warm.

---

Damian: Is both fascinated and prepared.

• He has over a dozen pets, so when you're turned into a cat, he already knows everything there is to know and gets you anything you could possibly need. A nice cat bed, toys to keep you entertained, a post to scratch so you don't ruin any furniture.

• His others pets want to play or chase you, but he scoops you up before any of them can get even close to you. And he insists you stay close to him and not wander off, because you could get lost, kidnapped, or hurt.

• You always knew his knowledge of animals was extensive but didn't realize how much so until he was petting you, explaining how the hair follicles on cats work, which is why they never like to be pet in certain areas.

• Despite having an extremely nice bed, you'd really rather prefer his and he allows it, reminding you not to scratch the pillows or the sheets. "They're Egyptian silk. Don't ruin them." Still, when he catches you clawing at them in your sleep, unaware you were doing it, he doesn't stop you.

• In the morning, he switches feeds you breakfast, in a human bowl so it's not so degrading and takes you with him while he works on a way to fix you. He quickly gets distracted, though, by how you're looking around at everything like it's the most interesting thing ever.

[tbaluver]

i loved the aftercared w/ them for the love&deepspace crew, but would love to see what aftercare the reader does for the boys in return. they deserve it & the world. <3 (p.s. pls ignore if you're not accepting requests)

When You Give Them AfterCare- The Love And DeepSpace Men

genre: overall fluff but contains suggestive content, MDNI

parings in order: Xavier x Reader, Zayne x Reader, Rafayel x Reader, Sylus x Reader

a/n: eeee i'm so happy to hear you loved that headcanon! (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡ you're so right they def deserve it and the world !! i hope you and everybody else enjoys this one as well! <3

any likes and reblogs are always appreciated! enjoy!

⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆

Xavier:

There would be times where he would be worn out after you both finished. He would be speechless, sweaty, and still would internally beg for more but his body would be screaming at him that he's tired and you noticed. He might not always have the energy to clean himself up so you'd gently clean him up.

You'd pull him up for a cuddle for a bit, his head rested on your chest. Your fingers would intertwine with his locks, giving his scalp a gentle massage, whispering how he did so well and he did so good.

If it were still early in the evening, you'd pull out your phone but keep it angled downward so he could see the options on what you both might want to order for delivery.

When you tell him that you both need to get up to shower, he'd be a little stubborn because he just does not want to be a second apart. You'd eventually convince him with your protest because you don't love being sticky and sweaty and he doesn't either.

He'll have somewhat of the energy to help you bathe but you insist on doing the work and his sleepy gazed eyes will you as you move around. You'd help pick out the comfiest clothes for him to wear afterwards.

Once your both settled back into bed, he would be super sleepy and he'll still be the big spoon. He would love when you run your hands through his hair to undo any tangles or massage his muscles afterwards or just a mix of all of that while giving him a ton of words of affirmation making him sleep so peacefully in your embrace.

Zayne:

He'll relax into the bed and sigh contently after reluctantly letting you clean him up. His hazy will watch you as you clean him up. You won't notice it but his ears would turn red. Once your done cleaning him up, you up and he's laid out on bed. He looks so good, built like a sculpted god.

You couldn't resist but you crawl towards him, guiding his head to rest against your chest and letting him listen to your heartbeat. He would let you do so as he relaxes against your body for a bit. You would grab his hand, kissing the backside of his knuckles as you tell him he did so well.

You would lead him to the bathroom, helping him wash, dry, and pick out comfy clothes for him. You would lead him back to your shared bed but not going in with him just yet. He would tug your wrist back in confusion, eyebrows furrowed. You would explain to him to give you a few minutes and you'll be right back.

You would come back with small healthy snacks and a cup of water and he would be melting at your small actions. You two would discuss small or deep conversations with your snacks before cleaning up and getting comfortable in bed.

Once you put away your snacks and your both cuddled in bed, your forehead rests against his. It would quiet now, just the steady sounds of both your breathing. Just the peacefulness and calmness made it feel like it was just only the two of you in your own world. You would trace the outline of his jaw before pulling him into a sweet passionate kiss as he would melt into your touched feeling oh so loved.

Rafayel:

He's always clingy even after sex and he always just wants to be within your reach and have you hold him afterwards. He loves when you play and brush tangled knots out of his messy hair as it would feel so calming.

He usually doesn't ask for it, mostly jokes about it, but he loves when you clean him up. He loves when you give him a lot of praise, reassurance, and kisses, or even just a mix of all of that. He loves hearing how you tell him how he did so well for you.

Obviously loves to bathe with you. This time he'll sit pressed back against you while your hands rub his shoulders. "You should do this more often. I think I like being taken care of." He would joke around.

Does not let you leave his proximity so he'll follow you around while you hold his hand to the kitchen as you chop up his favorite fruits. You two would have some small chit-chat and joke around before going back to your shared bedroom.

When both of you are back in bed, you would rest your chin on the crown of his head, giving him a couple of kisses as he holds you close and his hands are pressed against your back. He would nuzzle into your chest as you both drift off to sleep.

Sylus:

Once you'd remove the handcuffs from his wrists, you'd massage them and kiss over the red marks and help clean him up before cuddling down into him.

If he let you be the dominant one and if it were a rough session, you would give him a massage or tend any bruises, marks, scratches, or aches he's received. You would find the ointment or creams that he would usually use on you to apply on him.

However if it was in general, he'd quirk a brow with a small smirk forming on his lips, realizing what you were doing. He'd let you continue anyway because lowkey he likes seeing you take care of him. He'll let you move or guide him around to help him get comfortable or clean up any scratches on his skin.

He'll murmur how much he loves you and thanks you as you do so. Sometimes you didn't need to verbalize your 'i love you's' because from the small actions he's received from you, he already knew.

Once you helped him wash and dry up, you both would be snuggled into your shared bed. Although he would never give up his role as the big spoon, one of his favorite positions is being intertwined with you. Your legs knitted together and holding you so close that he's practically melting into your warmth and love.

[on-the-clear-blue]

So yall know that the League of Assassin's are like, an eco terrorist thing right? Well I just had this idea.

Sam, coming into Danny's room and just face planting on his bed: Ugh...

Danny, who was sleeping, awoken as his friend who had gone missing 6 moths ago flopped onto of him: OH SWEET-NOCTURN IF THIS ISNT REAL I AM GONING TO SOUP YOY SO HARD...

Sam, reaching up and slapping her hand on his mouth:Shhh, less screaming, more sleeping, escaping murder cults takes more energy than I thought.

Sam produces to pass out and sleep for three days straight.

---

Tucker, lookingnup from his PDA: so...you joined what you thought was a peaceful protest and some how ended up in a eco terrorist death cult of assassins? I mean...shit now I have to do something interesting...

Danny, choking on his drink: Nuh uh, your the normal one Tuck, I died and now have a magical girl transformation and Sam got kidnapped by ninjas and somehow even more bad ass, you...you can still get out of this and just be a normal person.

Sam, nodding sadly: Yeah...don't conform to our standards Tucker, be your true, weak little boney self.

Tucker, sniffing:I am so going to not do that.

---

Just the idea that Sam not only got League training but also got out is hilarious to me, like yeah, that is the kinda bs that would happen.

Alsoni can just see her dropping random lore shit.

Sam, bored as the boys study: Did you know thst the Demon Head dunks himself in corrupted ecto? Yeah it's gnarly man, didn't taste good.

Danny, going to speak before pausing and thinking, before sighing:Yeah I would have licked it too.

Tucker, frowning as he finishes his "Evil invention-enator": You both have so many issues.

---

Sam, trying to teach Danny the basic league hand to hand:Come on dude! It's not that hard!

Danny, falling flat on his ass after not even touching Sam: Ow ow ow...fuck yeah it kinda is!

Sam, rolling her eyes: If not only the Demon Heads six year old grandson can learn but also Ellie? You can too.

Danny, mutterinf under his breath before pausing completely:ELLIE? What was she doing with a murder cult? I thought she learnt her lesson after the last one!

Sam, shrugging before putting kicking at Danny on the floor: I don't know she was following a guy around who was catatonic, said something about being angry at him for not answering her pen pal messages or whatever, I was more busy training to really care...like you should be doing!

---

Years later Sam is joining Danny and Tucker in Gotham, Tucker because he was scouted by both WE and Lexcorp, he wanted to choose the evil company because poorer work place regulations and the likely hood of him getting a powerbost was much higher, but was bullied by his friends/partners into choosing WE.

Sam, coming to the R&D labs late one night bringing Tucker dinner so he doesn't starve working a late shift, blinking as she sees a short boy sneaking out of the lab: Biraeam? (Sprout in Arabic) what are you doing here.

Damian, blinking right back, experimental tech Bruce has yet to clear for the field clutched under one arm and the blueprints for a new type of explosive batarang in the other: Manson...I-I could ask you the same.

Sam, raising an eyebrow and staring down Damian: bringing dinner to my husband...who works here...and I can only think that you do not. So I ask that you put those things you have down and tell your bastard of a grandfather not to step back in this place.

Damian, eyes squinting, he hadn't been around his grandfather for ages at this point but still felt offended at her tone: I don't think I will.

---

An epic fight produces where they both try not and spill/destroy the things that they are carrying until either Tucker or Tim find them and explain everything.

The everlasting Trio gets invited over for dinner (mostly because Bruce is a paranoid bastard and dislikes thst one of his employees is dateing/ is partners with an ex-LoA member) and it's a bit of just pointing at each other and shit

Sam, slamming her hands down on the table as she stands: Kindly Mr Wanye, Shut the fuck up, I know your batman, we all fucking know it so if you are going to try and interrogate us at least do it properly!

Danny, sipping his wine: I mean...I-I didn't know but I um...haven't been paying much attention to the bat dude...Rag man is cooler.

Sam, glaring:And you! Fucking Ragman? You can do so much better.

Danny, offended for his hero: Oi! He does good work!

Bruce, frowning as this night has gotten away from him: He kills people.

Sam, waving over at Bruce: Exactly!

Danny, rolling his eyes: Exactly she says, while having a kill count that's still growing, Exactly she says when she was the one that pushed that oil tycoon off the 50th floor.

Sam wincing,: Maybe not in front of batman babe?

Danny, looking over to Bruce that is looking ready to fight: Shit...imma call Tuck and tell him to start packing...

[void-my-warranty]

Ghost Gets You Ready to F**k Johnny (18+)

Service Dog Johnny Part 3 (full part list here)

Pairing: Simon Riley/Fem Reader/Johnny MacTavish Content Warnings: Nudity, light foreplay, she/her reader Word Count: 2.6k

“She’s just tired.”

Simon’s words vibrate against your ear, drawing you out of the half-doze you were floating towards. 

You crack your eyes open a little, convinced that you haven’t missed anything since cuddling into your boyfriend’s arms, but unable to remember what Johnny said last. It’s hard to see much of anything, now that it’s fully nighttime and the flames of the fire have died to mostly coals. 

“Thinkin’ I scared her off?” Johnny quietly asks from his patio chair nearby. In your peripheral vision you can see the toe of his boot bounce atop his knee. 

They must think you’re asleep. 

You really should make some indication that you’re awake, but being the incurable snoop that you are, you quickly shut your eyes again and make sure your breathing is steady. 

“Hardly,” your boyfriend says with a definite note of amusement. “She’s been shaving every fucking day since. Haven’t you, love?”

“Shut up,” you grumble, half heartedly smacking his squishy, relaxed pec. You have been shaving. Everything.

“They run her ragged at work,” Simon explains. “Poor thing’s too knackered to get it up.”

“I’m going to stab you in the neck,” you promise, peeling your face off his chest to glare at the faint smudge of his features in the darkness. 

Simon just flicks your nose, and you know he’s got that lazy smirk on his face. You figured out early on in the relationship that he loves affectionate threats of violence. 

The thing is, you’re not too tired to get it up. You’ve been slightly wet ever since you found out Johnny was coming over for dinner, and you’re pretty sure if you went to bed with him right now, you’d be quite taken care of without having to lift a finger. But when you finally fuck him, you want it to be actually good for him. Especially after his generosity last time. 

“I’m not too tired to do it,” you finally tell Johnny, thankful he can’t see your face in the darkness. “I’m just too… relaxed.” 

God, that came out wrong. The truth is that at the moment you’re feeling too happy and peaceful to be hyper vigilant about everything that could go wrong, all the ways you could mess it up. You know, the way you need to be, the first time you fuck Johnny. 

“Too relaxed? What sort of ideas has LT been feeding ya, lass?”

“That’s all this one,” Simon gruffs. “Thinks everything’s meant to be stressful.”

“I do not!” You protest, then address Johnny with a quieter tone. “You just didn’t get anything for yourself the last time, and I want to make sure it’s good for you.”

“A nice, lazy pump is some of the best shit there is,” Johnny counters.

“You’d get a fuckin prize to get this one’s knickers untwisted,” Simon teases. “First time she ever showed me—“

You cut him off before he can ruin your image any more than it already is. “I’ve had boyfriends before, you know. I’m not new to this.”

“Knobs, the lot of them,” Simon supplies unhelpfully.

“They were… perfectly normal guys.”

Both men make noises of disgust. 

“You know what?” you announce, clambering off your boyfriend’s lap and pointing right at Johnny. “I’m awake now, and I will fuck you.”

You don’t stop to reconsider, you just storm back through the sliding glass door into the house. They aren’t laughing, at least. There are no voices behind your back as you close the door - humiliatingly gentle, unfortunately, as you have to be with those doors - and go shut yourself in the bedroom. 

The bed you share with Simon looms in front of you, with just the one lamp casting a warm glow over the corner. You might even flop yourself down on the mattress for a minute to pull yourself together, except the blanket is so flawless and smooth, it feels like vandalism. 

It’ll get roughed up when you get fucked, though. Those perfectly straight pillows might as well be Simon’s fingerprint, and you’re about to mess them up with your inability to be content with the best relationship you could ask for. 

You caused this. If you had just hidden away your unsatisfied body, maybe even faked some orgasms or something, none of this would have happened. You wouldn’t be fucking leaking into your underwear at the idea of someone else fucking you, and you definitely wouldn’t have two men sitting in the backyard right now, laughing about it.

The most torturous mix of arousal and guilt whirls through your gut, so you cross over to the bathroom and shut yourself in there, too. You flip the light on and your own stricken face stares back in the mirror, hair mussed and eyes wide. Dammit. You’re spiraling.

Simon forgets sometimes that you’re not one of the guys. You can’t take his little roasts like they can, especially in front of other people. It’s just because Johnny’s here, has to be. He’s used to joking around with his friends all day, and you’re being stupid for letting it affect you. 

Thoughtlessly you slump onto the sink counter, laying your forearms down on that cool surface and resting your face in the dark cradle of your arms. It’s nice here. Quiet. You can feel your pounding heart start to slow, can take in a deeper, steadying brea—

The distant sound of the bedroom door opening has your muscles immediately locking into place. You strain your ears for male voices, but hear nothing. No footsteps, either, though the carpet doesn’t allow much noise.

The bathroom door opens behind you. You stay there listening for the reprimand, but Simon doesn’t say anything. It’s definitely him standing in the doorway, watching your back rise and fall with the artificial cadence of your forced breathing. 

“I’m so embarrassed,” you finally confess into the dark void of your arms, “and so horny.”

There are a few seconds of silence where you desperately hope he’s not rolling his eyes at your dramatics. But Simon only mumbles, “I’m sorry, love. Force of habit, I shouldn’t have—”

His words cut off when you fling yourself around and bury your face in his chest, squeezing him around the middle like you can erase everything if you just lock your arms hard enough. He wraps you up just as tight, resting his chin on your head the way he likes to do. 

“Is Johnny still here?” you ask, all muffled in your boyfriend’s chest.

“He was just offered a shag, of course he is.”

Relaxing your hold, you peek your head under Simon’s arm, just to glimpse Johnny sitting right there on the edge of the bed a few feet away. As soon as he notices you, his eyes shoot to the ceiling, expression innocent as if he’s just here to study the drywall. 

You make a nervous noise in your throat and shift back into Simon’s chest, only to feel something completely unexpected pressing into your belly. 

Stiffening in surprise, you jerk your chin up to get a look at your boyfriend’s— sheepish— face. 

“Ahh, yeah,” he sighs. “Sorry.”

Wait. 

It’s not just you?

A wild surge of relief expands in your chest. You can feel it break out across your face in a slow, impish smile that you do nothing to hide. 

Simon’s lips twitch at the corners, eyes going lazy and lidded as they trace over your face. He’s going to enjoy this. It’s not just about you, because he’s actually going to get off on watching you getting fucked. This isn’t like a chore for him, this is where he actually wants to be.

“I don’t want to kiss,” you impulsively tell Johnny, craning your neck to look at him past Simon’s bicep. 

His beautiful, clear eyes abandon their study of his boots to meet your gaze. “Alright.”

“Pretty much anything else is fine. You can trust me to tell you no.”

Hesitantly he reaches down to his shoelace, beginning to untie it. “Alright.”

You blink, flashing through the sequence of events in your head and finding a snag. “Do you have a condom?” you ask uncertainly. 

“Aye.”

“Okay.” Shit. What now? How do you elegantly go from moping in the bathroom to riding Johnny?

“One moment,” Simon interjects, nudging the bathroom door shut with his foot.

You take a nervous step away from him, bumping into the sink thanks to the tiny bathroom. “What?”

Simon tilts his head, narrowing his eyes at you in that way that means he’s about to be right about something. 

“What?” you whisper again.

“You’re good. You know that, yeah? You’re a good person.”

“I know,” you lie, swallowing. Where is this coming from?

“You’re not listening.” He hooks his fingers into the belt loops of your jeans, tugging you a half-step closer. “You have nothing to be ashamed of.”

“I know.” You try to hold his eyes, but it’s difficult because you do have buckets and buckets of shame weighing you down. 

“I know you, darling.” His fingers give your jeans little tugs while he methodically works the button free, then unzips them. The tone of his voice is slow and warm now. Patient, like you don’t deserve him to be. “You’re good, and you’re considerate, and there’s no one’s word I would trust above yours.”

You can feel the pressure of his knuckle against your pubic bone, unnecessarily repeating the slide down it that he did with the zipper. It feels good. 

“Thanks,” you mutter, because really, what do you say to that? 

That gentle touch happens again, this time sending a wash of awareness though you, forcing you to look away from his eyes. You’re not allowed to feel like this when he’s touching you. This is forever off limits, that interested tingle between your legs. 

Stop it, he’s just being sweet.

Simon bends to pull your jeans down your thighs, and you try to block out the mental images which are suddenly assaulting you. Simon, getting on his knees and doing that thing again to the front of your underwear. Kissing that spot. Running a thick finger across the fabric, back and forth over your clit. 

Stop it, stop it, stop it. 

Your boyfriend straightens up, only to wrap his hands around your waist and effortlessly deposit your ass onto the cold bathroom counter. 

“Simon,” you warn, breathless, but he’s already releasing you. 

His warm, brown eyes flick up to your face. Cradling your foot in one hand, he slips your shoe off and says your name right back to you, so soft and deep that the texture of his voice sends a flood of goosebumps across your nape.

“You’re turning me on,” you whisper. It’s what you’ve always done, any time he’s inadvertently touched you in a way that your body perceived as sexual. You always let him know, let him cut it out before it makes him feel a certain type of way. The last thing you want to do is find secret, perverted enjoyment in moments that would trigger him if he knew.  

This is when he retreats. Every time you’ve ever told him that you’re getting worked up, he’s always taken a step back and let you get a grip on yourself. You don’t resent it, you never have.

“A stiff breeze would get you going right now, love.”

He merely removes your other shoe and drags your jeans the rest of the way off your legs. Smooth, moisturized legs, which you’ve prepped for consumption all the way to your pussy. You move to close your knees, but Simon steps in between them before you can. 

“Baby,” you plead, your pulse thrumming in your ears. 

“Do me a favor, just stay still.” He grabs the hem of your shirt and drags it up over your head. “It’s easier if I— if you don’t talk for a moment.”

This has never happened before. He’s never pushed himself this far, standing between your legs like this when you’re in your underwear. Why he’s doing it now, you can’t fathom, but this is his struggle. You have to trust that he won’t hold it against you if he gets too far past his limits.

Those hands which have held steady on countless missions shake as he works to unhook your bra. You obediently keep your mouth shut, resting your forehead on the crook of his neck while he reaches around you. He’s not great at maneuvering the clasps and it takes a few seconds to get it right.

Finally the straps slide down your shoulders and Simon takes a stuttered step back, like he wanted to retreat farther but stopped himself. Chewing nervously on your mouth, you lean back on your hands and watch his face, watch his eyes as they track over your bare breasts, your thighs. 

“Can you take your those off?”

He says it so quietly that you almost wonder if he didn’t want you to hear it, if he was hoping you wouldn’t. 

Carefully you lean forward and drag your underwear down your ass, wiggling your weight back and forth to remove them without falling off the counter. Simon doesn’t help this time, just watches with his hands tucked behind his back while you use your foot to flick the panties onto the floor. 

He’s got that desperate look on his face that you recognize as him slipping out of control. He’ll occasionally come home from a mission looking like this, needing to exhaust himself for a few hours in the garage with the human-shaped punching bag. 

“Can I see?” he asks in a hoarse whisper. 

Fully naked, you let your back hit the mirror and silently open your knees, showing him the damp, soft little area that he’s too wounded to touch. Suddenly the little bathroom feels minuscule with your giant in it, with all of his heavy air between you. You’re trying not to cry, you really are, but emotion is clawing at the back of your throat. 

Your man leans forward, and his giant hands grab onto the lip of the counter, right outside each of your legs. The space is cramped enough that one of your knees rests against the scarred knuckle of his thumb. He reaches for you with his lips, softly kissing your cheek, and says, “You look like heaven.”

Your stomach dips so hard that you make a quiet, pained noise. The man you love tilts his head to kiss you, keeping his hands where they are, but reaching that thumb out to run it along the outside of your knee. It’s a movement he’s done a hundred times before, but never with you naked. Never with you so turned on that your clit hurts, and you have to force yourself not to squeeze your thighs together for relief. 

All he manages are a handful of slow, delicate kisses, but it’s enough. It pumps dopamine through you, curling fingers of desire in your belly and turning you into some submissive, soft thing. You'll stay here and let him kiss you as long as he wants, keep your pussy on display because he said so. The need to please this man is so deeply ingrained, it seems like the cruelest thing in the world that you're not allowed to help him cum. He's earned that pleasure, through months of care and tenderness. If only it was possible.

When Simon pulls away, your heart feels broken and your head feels light.

“I love you,” you mumble, not daring to chase his mouth the way you want to. 

“I love you, my good, good girl. You’re a keeper, aren’t you?”

You make a happy little noise and shiver in place, willing to sacrifice your ass to the cold counter if it means he continues looking at you like this. 

“Gonna let me keep you?” he asks, stroking your knee again. 

“Yes.” 

“Gonna let Johnny help you feel good?”

“Mhmm.” He’s been waiting out there a while now, poor guy. 

“Go show him how pretty you are.”

Next Part

Dividers by @the-aesthetics-shop

Chronological Read-Through Path

[fishnapple]

🔞 Channelled message:

The first time that they feel desire for you & their fantasies

(lover/partner/future spouse)

This is an old reading, I actually have this type of readings stashed away in my draft from months ago but could never find the right time to post them. So here is one of them. Enjoy.

Disclaimer : Contain mature contents. Minors (under 18y/o) do not interact.

This is a general reading meant for multiple people. Take only what resonates and leave out the rest.

Your feedback is much appreciated. If you find the reading resonated with you, leave a comment, I’d love to know 🎐

About me | Masterpost

Book a reading with me - KO-FI (→ personal reading)

AGATE

Are you generally this flirty and aggressive with other people or only with me? I'm worried. Other people shouldn't be able to witness this side of yours. Am I a possessive person by nature or I'm only like that towards you? I don't know anymore.

I was perfectly contented with my daily life, structure and routine bring peace to my mind. I could be a very repetitive person, don't find me boring, I won't be like that with you. Do you know why? You jolted me out of this safety shell and plunged me into a strange land by that playful and straightforward way of yours.

The moment you came closer to me with that broad smile and that heat, oh, that heat, I could feel it in my skin even when you were not touching me at all. Thanks to you, I've discovered that I have the hot for aggressive people, or it's just you. I imagined you grabbing me and bestowed me with a passionate kiss, then whispered into my ears how much you wanted me. It sent a shiver down my spine. I'm not gonna lie, I felt instantly aroused, I hope that I didn't make a fool of myself in front of you. Just know this, I will have no problem getting aroused whenever you initiate it.

You protested that it wasn't how you behave? Well, it's true, you weren't exactly that sexually aggressive towards me like that, not yet, not in the beginning. You probably were just having some fun, playing some games, tackling some creative projects, or recounting some fun stories while I looked at you and wished that passion of yours would be directed at me instead.

You were so brilliant, a walking flame. You awaken my desire like lightning striking down a tree. My mind went into fantasy land and imagined what it would be like, holding you in my arms, naked, both of us, our chests pressed against each other, touching that soft skin, both outside and inside. What we could discover about each other, what we could experience together. I wanted to be risky, to pour all of my desires on you, to taste you everywhere, to do it until we're both overwhelmed, to see where the limit is, and push through it.

Another thing that I have to confess is that at that time, that feeling was pure lust. I hadn't developed romantic feelings for you yet. But my desire for you will haunt me, I won't be able to decipher the reason. Until someday, when I finally looked deep into my feelings, after questioning it thoroughly, I will arrive at the conclusion, the inevitable, that you are the one for me.

Note: this person will develop sexual desire for you when they see you putting effort into something creative, when you were having fun, showing jest and passion for life, being assertive in a playful, flirty way. It may be a random moment, not a big event. That attitude will be a contrast to their usual way in life, so they will find it exhilarating and freeing. That will also affect their fantasies about you, wanting to be free, having no limit, indulging in each other, touching your deepest place. There could also be some exhibitionistic desire, somewhere a little open with the risk of being seen. Other than that, they don't really have any specific kink or particular fantasy. They are mostly go with the flow style.

FLOURITE

Does me saying I love your tears turns you off? Don't worry, I will never be the one that makes you cry, or at least I will try not to be one. We can cry together, you can cry in front of me. The sight of your tears will tear my heart open and let out this feeling that I myself wasn't aware of before.

I was really grateful that you chose to be open with me, telling me your pains that no one else had ever known. It's my honour. At that moment, I felt as if our hearts had been bridged, your emotions flowed into mine, I won't even know what was yours, what was mine. I will feel this rage inside, toward life, maybe? How could life give you so many pains like that. You were just yourself, yet people couldn't have the bravery to face that realness. Please don't ever dim your light for other people or for anything.

But that rage will be accompanied by desire. My desires are tied to my emotions. The more intense the emotion, the more intense my desire will be. I will feel this instinctive urge to protect you. Destruction and protection go hand in hand. I wanted to force all those painful memories out of you and burn them, to replace them with memories of me.

I felt a war inside me. I wanted to touch you softly, caressing every part of you, to tell every inch of you that it's okay, to wrap you with pleasure so much that those tears will be tears of pleasure (oh no, will that make me the one that makes you cry? I'm willing to be the offender then). But I also wanted to grab and take you into me, to push you so hard that we would become one, whatever I do, you still feel so distant to me. I got impatient.

But I won't act on that desire. I will be gentle, I will be the comfy bathtub that you drown yourself in after a long day. To be the warm water in the tub, lapping over you. Can you feel my heat? You don't need to do anything. Let me take care of you.

Note: This person will feel an intense desire to protect you and to soothe you. To them, emotions go hand in hand with sexual desire. So the moment that their emotions and yours are heightened will be the point where they feel sexual desire for you. At that time, you could be telling them about past pains of yours, likely from childhood, it related to being an individual, isolation, not fitting in, of loss. You will be crying, the tears will be the trigger.

This person has the ability to connect emotionally with other people. The connection of emotions will lead to the connection of bodies. They are gentle but have a more aggressive side to them, a little extreme. I feel like the moment they feel desire for you will lead to your first time with each other. The fantasies will stay in their head, but they won't act on them completely. It could also come as a surprise for you. You may not be fully aware of the extent that is their desire for you.

They have a liking for water and wetness, be it the water around you when you are having sex or the water coming from you. So they might like to give you oral, shower sex, licking, dripping, spilling. They will also like to talk to you to instil their own fantasies into your mind so that you will share the same fantasies for each other. They want to achieve oneness.

CARNELIAN

I suppose that I wasn't being honest with you. Hiding all my problems and weakness, my insecurities were many, you know, they weighted heavily on my mind. Every night, they would come in, haunting my sleep. Life is heavy to me, I'm a fearful person. I've never felt safe in this world. My foundation is lacking. It felt like I was living in a castle made from cardboard, ready to collapse at any moment. And how can I welcome another human being into this shabby castle of mine? That was how I thought about our relationship. I wasn't courageous enough, I let my demons whisper in my ears while you were there, caring, with the gentlest love that I've got.

It was until we had our first serious argument with the possibility of you leaving that I was awakened. It felt like hearing something exploded. I was disoriented, the first thought that sprang to my mind was to hold you, firmly, to drag you into my cardboard castle, to let you see it all, without care how it could collapse with both of us inside.

I thought that if I prepared enough, I would be confident, I would be able to show you our bright future together. But when will be enough? I'm ashamed that it had to take an argument for me to realise it, that my desire for you would be ignited in such a negative situation, human sure are weird creatures, don't you think?

No, I didn't act out that first thought, I just grabbed your hand and apologised, like a good and polite human. My heart was awakened, but that doesn't mean my mind would just quietly follow suit.

After that incident, I found myself thinking about it again and again. I would relive the argument but put an erotic twist to it. (TW: dubious consent) I imagine me being rough and acting all assertive. Without a second word, I would pull your turning back close to me and kiss your neck and shoulder from behind, arms caging you so tight, you would feel a little suffocated. Then, as I feel you getting softer, I would let my hands trace every inch of your body, with you still a little miffed but can't resist my touch. I imagined you being pleasured until you let out a soft moan, shaking in my arms.

Then I would turn your head around to face me and kiss you with my all, without being afraid that you would find out all my insecurities and all that unsightly parts of me.

Note: This person could be quite emotionally distant, afraid to commit because of their insecurities. They are restrained and tend to overthink everything, to the extent of being paranoid. They are in their head more than their heart, their heart is a dangerous place for them.

There will be a point where you are tired of the uncertainty and distance in this relationship. The situation would be when you go on a date with them, something not quiet right will happen, something small, but you will argue and the argument leads to a bigger issue. You will want to walk away. This is when they realise the possibility of losing you, like a Tower moment. They don't want that to happen, so they will grab your hand and apologise, explaining their problems. Some kind of commitments will be formed. And also the desire for you.

They have a more aggressive and earthy side to them that is hidden and only comes out in their fantasies. They would want to pleasure you from behind, making you feel their feelings for you through physical touch. The focus is on you. They imagine themselves to be more brave, to open their heart for you to see without a care in the world.

AMETHYST

Ah, our first kiss, our sweet, sweet, first kiss. I can still recall the taste of you exactly, just like being on that day again.

Do you remember it too? We even took a picture of us kissing, to solidify our memory together, a celebration for our love. I felt so warm, like a sun has found refugee inside me. The kiss transported me into a magical land, into our future together, our journey has started.

I will be thinking way far ahead, about how our wedding will be, where will our honeymoon be spent, how our first night as a married couple will be, how our kids would look like, how we would be worried about their future and finally have some rest together in the old age. I didn't know that I was such a planner, or was I a dreamer? No, I'm a magician, I will make our dreams come true. Yes, brace yourself and start looking forward to it.

I have a commitment kink. There, I've said it, loud and clear. The moment we solidify our commitment to each other (I like the word 'solidify', like heavy concrete that we could sit on) will be the moment all my passion broke free and come running to you.

Do you think our lifetime plan in my head is just some innocent planning? No, I'm a sucker for details. No detail of our life will escape my mind. Including our sex life. What kind of domestic life could be without the pleasure.

Just like when we were dating, we will continue on being smitten with each other well into our trembling-hands-and-hair-whitening era. You and I will make sure that passion is never lacking in our relationship.

We will talk about it a lot, seriously and flirtatiously, teasing each other, then sit down and discuss it, like a research project. We will try many different things, getting feedback from each other, then calibrating the system until it reaches perfection. We will also tell each other about our deepest fears and painful memories, then we will kiss each other better every time.

Let's grow together. Let's run our naked bodies along the seashore like little kids, collecting seashells, giggling then colliding into each other.

Let's have our late night debate about the metaphysical then tearing out clothes in the process.

Let's grow trees together in our garden, let's get dirty (literally) as we embrace each other (I can't help using 'each other', I also like this word) on the soft, damp earth. Then, many years later, we will embrace each other under the shade of our grown-up trees.

Note: There's this warm and bubbly, exited energy to this person. The moment you first kissed will be when they start imagining your life together. They get turned on by commitment and the future prospects of your relationship. When they're dating, they definitely have long-term commitment and marriage in mind.

They are quite cerebral, love to think, and plan ahead. But those thoughts don't just stay in their head. They got put into reality. They like to think about the relationship as a project to build and to perfect with their partner. But they are not rigid. They like spontaneity. They want to feel the pleasurable aspect of the relationship with their partner everywhere, to make memories, to celebrate the love. Everything can lead to sex. They seem to have a preference for the outdoor and nature.

ROSE QUARTZ

Hmm, do you have some kind of superpower? The kind that can lower other people's intelligence? I felt like a toddler learning to speak for the first time when I'm around you. And this mind of mine did not feel too well about that. I'm usually the one that people look up to. I can say with some confidence that I'm an intelligent person, but being in front of you? My intelligence seemed to take a strike and went for an infinite vacation. I don't think you've noticed this dilemma in me. Thanks goodness, at least I could still appear as a good enough debate opponent for you. What's with all this talk about intelligence anyway? Because I want to know the cause and effect of things. I want to know the cause of my desire for you and the effect of it.

To put it plain and simple, you challenged me mentally. Who would have thought that I could get turned on by debating about the present school system with you? Talking about vehicles turned me on, talking about religious matters turned me on (wait, that doesn't sound right). I know you didn't do it to rile me up. You simply share your view and ideas with me, innocently. But I also know, our debates turn you on too, you can't hide that twinkle in your eyes whenever I say something controversial or go against you view. We flirt by words, our words, they clash then kiss each other. Is 'arguing' in public considered a type of PDA?

I thought I was the absolute ruler of my own mind, sitting smugly on the pile of gold, getting praised by commoners, confident that no one can match me (I'm a vain and arrogant human being okay). Then the gate was blasted open. There stood you, alone, with that bazooka for a mouth and an equally smug face. I thought that you came to steal my gold, no, that wasn't the true horror, you came to tell me that my gold was fake. Ah, how I slipped and fell, face kissing the ground. How dare you? I had to bravely stand up and charge at you, to kiss you? (Eh, I didn't expect that twist. Is this some kind of cheesy romance web novel?). Don't take it the wrong way, it's not like I'm worshiping you or anything, I just want to get close to you to study you, to pull out all of your secrets, and then? To sit at your feet and admire them, maybe? While we are in the mood, may as well dress the parts. Let's turn ourselves into characters of our own novel. Let me regain some of my dignity in my fantasies. Let me be the teacher, and you be the student, nodding admiringly at my every word. Then, while I'm drunk in your adoration, you would turn all bratty and tease me, strip me of my dignity again.

Note: I don't have much to say about this person other than you may want to save up to buy lots of costumes later on.

This person is quite arrogant and used to being admired and put on pedestal by other people. But you won't be like that to them. You challenge their world view, kick them down the pedestal, and they like that. There could be a masochistic streak in them. Wanting to be put down, to be humbled. They will want to be lured into a trap by their partner and be tricked into submission (willingly, with consent, of course). They like you to act bratty while they pretend to be frustrated and have to give in to you.

They have fantasies about role-playing, could be related to medieval themes. I don't see any particular actions, just them liking the mental stimulation and talking back and forth. To them, pleasure comes from the mind.

OBSIDIAN

Do you know about the ducklings imprinting? About how in the early period of a duckling, they capture the image and sound of a moving being into their mind, permanently solidifying this being as the object for the duckling to follow? I was like that with you.

You came into my life during my most transforming period. I felt like I was born again, leaving behind all the bad memories and disappointments. I felt weak and lonely, lost in this new world, literally, I had to move to a new place, getting used to the new environment from the start. And you were there, gently walking side by side with me. It's bittersweet how I had to go through the darkest moment in my life to meet you, but it's all worth it. You made the pains feel like distant memories.

I still remember that moment perfectly. You came to me, asking if I had eaten. I said no, and you proceeded to cook a speedy warm meal for me. I wanted to cry, honestly. Never in my life had I ever thought that food could be such a multipurpose thing, a miraculous balm, a pouring melody, a comfy blanket, a word of love. I felt full and nourished, by you.

Let me put you on the pedestal a bit, let me see you through a rose coloured glasses, let me dream about you every time sleep comes to me, temporarily or eternally. Let me return the love equal to that you've given me, or even more than that. I want to give you my all, at the same time, I want to be all that you have, as you are mine.

Sometimes, I wished that there's only the two of us in this world. How I wanted to muffle all other noises, smear all other colours, air out all the scents so that the only remaining things are your voice, your colours, and your scent. Let me paint you. Though I can't be confident that there exists a kind of paint that can convey the brilliant of your skin, your eyes, your hair. It's frustrating how I can see you crystal clear in my mind yet unable to translate the image into the canvas. In this case, could you be my canvas and let me paint myself onto you?

Note: This person has a sensitive and artistic soul. They will meet you when they've just come out of a dark tunnel, starting a new life, moved to a new place. They will get attached to your kindness and warmth. I feel like the situation when they develop desire for you for the first time will be when you are comfortable with each other already. You could come to their place, cooked for them. They could see your care, which will trigger their emotional desire for you. Their physical desire is tied to their emotional desire.

They will want to serve you, to put you on pedestal and cater to your every desire. They could be a little possessive, wanting you for themselves. They want to have sex in somewhere secluded, private and quiet, with a sparse surrounding or even empty. All of their focus will be on you. They will want to stay silent to hear your moans, eyes fixing on you all the time, and breathing in your scents everywhere. Then after the sex, they want to paint you, on canvas, you could be their muse, or paint on you with their marks. It's like your existence in their mind and in front of their eyes are still not enough.

[revelboo]

OK WOW I WAS IN LOVE WITH STAR AND TC ALREADY BUT YOU MADE ME FALL FOR SKY TOO. I NEED THEM OMG 🫶 Cant wait for the next Trine update

Why choose when you can have all three? 18+ Mass displaced mech 🌶️

True Romance Pt 17

Trine x Reader

• Shivering and sensitive as Starscream’s mouth moves lazily against your jaw, your head turns at the feel of Thundercracker’s servos brushing your hair from your face. And his touch lingers, a servo tracing over your cheek. Your eyes closing when Star lazily rocks himself against you before slipping free, wings flaring slightly as Skywarp leans over you to make Thundercracker growl. And the purple and black Seeker grins down at you.

• Venting as he shifts to sit near Thundercracker as Skywarp cages you under his frame, Starscream glances at his stoic brother. Mostly surprised at Thundercracker’s restraint. Letting Skywarp have his way without a protest just to keep the peace as always. Never making demands. Hears you laugh and looks to see Skywarp’s flipped you onto your belly, play biting your neck and shoulder. “I know what you’re doing,” Starscream murmurs to Thundercracker, while watching Skywarp. “You’re allowed to want things. To ask for things.” Instead of worrying over everyone else, trying to take care of them and not himself.

• Wings down, he watches Skywarp hook an arm under your hips to get them up where he wants before mounting you. Venting when you moan. “What makes you think this isn’t what I wanted?” Because if you belong to all three of them, you’re safe. Under all of their protection not just his. Denta working when you yelp as Sky nips at you. Leaving marks on your soft skin. And maybe he wants to leave his own mark, his own claim on you. Because he’d wanted you first. Wanted to keep you.

• Primus, you’re even tighter than he’d imagined and so slick as he ruts against you. Using a hand to brace as he thrusts. Those little gasping sounds as you rock back to meet him spurring him on to move faster. And then you’re tightening on his spike, milking him as you tremble under him. “Wait. Not yet,” he groans, wings twitching as he snaps his hips against you. “Primus, wait.” Denta finding your shoulder as he buries himself deep and releases inside you.

• Whimpering as that bite trips another full body shudder from you, feeling Skywarp rock himself against you, spike stroking before he pulls out with a whine and you slump on your belly. Thighs trembling and glaring when Sky bends and leaves another stinging nip on your hip, servos smoothing down your spine. And you’re not sure you can handle another round as Thundercracker moves closer and stretches out partially on his side facing you and gently pulls you against him.

• Servos cupping your chin, he tips your face up and brushes his mouth against yours. Feels your body relax against his. Breaking away from the kiss to nudge his face against yours, feeling your breath on him. “You okay?” He asks, lifting a wing to block his Trine from your view. Pretending it’s just the two of you and watching you stroke your fingers over his jaw and lips. Delving his servos through your hair, he wants you, but doesn’t want to push you. Those eyes look up at him, snaring him as he cups the back of your neck, a servo rubbing your cheek.

• Head tipping back and venting to cool himself off, Starscream listens to Thundercracker murmuring to you. Not yet claiming you, just holding you to him. And it feels almost like trespassing to hear your voices whispering intimately together. And then Skywarp is nudging him with a shoulder, grinning as his glossa slides over his denta. “We’re keeping the human, right?” Skywarp growls, the words more demand than question. “That’s our human.” Hearing Thundercracker laugh at something you say, seeing your fingers touch his helm, Starscream nods.

Previous

Next

[sasahuaa]

Four times omega!Leona tried to hint that he wanted a relationship (and one time he succeeded)

gn!reader; this is pure fluff and sfw; wc: 1796; no warnings just almost accurate lion behavior regarding mating in some parts

1

As much as Leona prided himself in his ability to read people and their intentions, it seems that his intended mate does not thrive in this subject. Leona is pretty sure that he is being obvious right now, but you do not grasp his desires at all.

After school hours weren't always Leona's favourite, he was bothered by students rustling around and being noisy, some of his sleeping spots getting too busy for comfort, and mostly the time that he was forced to retreat to his room if he didn't want to deal with his peace being disturbed.

But recently, Leona became fond of this moment of the day, because that is the time when he can snatch you up to himself. Sending some Savanaclaw underclassman to ask for you and demanding for your companion is now a routine since he decided to pursue a courtship.

And as much as he would like to initiate it quickly, he guesses that he couldn't expect a human from another world to know beastmen's ways of courtship, especially when it's so vast according to each kind of beast. The thing is, although Leona wants to be reassured of his place beside you, he is not entirely willing to court in a way that he doesn't feel in a courtship.

It's not as burdensome as he would expect, though. He can be patient when the moment asks for it, besides, the hunt is always entertaining.

“Hmm” you squinted your eyes, copying the omega's movement and leaning your head to the side, rendering your neck exposed.

Foolish herbivore.

Leona advanced forward, his lips enclosed the juncture between your neck and shoulders, he bit and pulled the skin in the middle of his teeth, it didn't break, for he would never give a mating mark without consent.

“Ah, Leona!” you startled and pushed him by his shoulders, laughing while you forced him to lay on his back, hovering over him. For a second, he thought you understood him, his pupils dilated as he leaned his head back, expecting a bite in return to evidence that both of you are on the same page.

But it never came, he looked up to assess the situation. being met with your confused expression which he growled at, disappointment filled his chest before he delivered another bite to your shoulder.

2

Perhaps Leona needed more forward tactics, that's what the Savanaclaw dorm leader put in his head to proceed with his courtship.

A show of strength, to prove that he is able to protect. It's a rather antiquated courting method, but still practiced by the nobility in Sunset Savanna. His brother did the same thing before marrying his wife, and they have been a happy couple since then.

“Enlighten me, Leona, what are you doing?” you hissed under him, showing teeth in defiance, his legs encasing yours while one of his hands rendered your arms useless, his other hand holding your chest down.

“I am stronger than you” Leona purred, his tail flicked in excitement, finding rest while encircling your ankle. You simply huffed in protest, though there was no fighting to try to take him off of you.

The omega's scent overpowered the flowers from the botanical garden. He was in his deserved place, all around you and so close, his heart palpitated and warmed, fluffy thoughts steering him to cuddle with the acquiescent alpha under him.

“Yield” the omega commanded, he lowered his body until your noses touched, bringing his face down to nuzzle your cheek and jaw. Leona delighted in the smell of your skin, purring louder and scenting you back, the mix of your scents feeling just right.

Your mischievous laugh sent chills down his spine, and before he knew it, you took advantage of his oversight and freed your hands, attacking his sides with tickles.

Leona is not ticklish, but he is too astonished by the childness of the situation to keep going.

3

By his third attempt, Leona guessed that more… leaning human courting habits was the most efficient method. Don't get him wrong, though, he still will continue with beastmen practices, however maybe being lenient and adaptive will bring results sooner.

Admittedly, the omega is starting to become a little impatient.

This time, Leona decided that he would present himself as a provider. He called you to Savanaclaw in the afternoon, with Ruggie's help, he lent the hyena money to buy food for dishes common in Sunset Savanna, and when Ruggie was back, he was tasked to cook.

It was supposed to be a simple dinner, first for appetizers was a couple of fruits, grapes, mangoes, papayas and pineapples covered the table, Leona is not a big fan of fruits, but he supposes that they can set a romantic mood for couples.

And he can't deny he is enjoying himself, you picked a piece of mango with a toothpick, moving it close to his mouth. And indeed, even if the taste was underappreciated by him, the setting made his heart flutter.

You smiled softly as he swallowed, choosing another fruit and stabbing it with the same toothpick, bringing to your own mouth this time. He released a sounding purr at the action, satisfied with the intimacy, he headbutted your jaw gently to show his appreciation.

And next, jollof rice, a popular dish of his land, he could only hope that you would like it, because if things went smoothly between you two, it was expected that you would be eating it more oft-

“Oh!” your surprised tone cut through his thoughts “I… this…” you wagged in the direction of the food, which was moving strangely, he moved closer to inspect it, speaking a resounding growl when he found the culprit.

“Prefect, this food is so good! Why didn't you tell me that you were having dinner? You left me all alone!” Grim appeared in front of both of you, swallowing a mouthful of rice. Leona advanced forward, catching the weasel by the collar. “Hey! You dare to touch the Great Grim? If my henchman can eat, so can I!”

“From what I remember from my invitation, you were not includ-”

“It's okay, Leona.” you patted his shoulder, giving him a soft smile while guiding him back to his seat “There is space for more, besides, Grim gets huffy when he is left empty stomached”

The omega huffed but sat back, it's just one thing that he needs to be aware of, the thinks to himself, you becoming part of his family and culture from Sunset Savanna, means that he also becomes part of yours.

4

Since accepting his feelings, Leona puts effort in attending his classes, he is still as uninterested as before, already knowing the subjects by heart. His motivation is you, if he gets out of the bed, if he walks through the correct halls, then the omega can see you more.

It's also a good way to mark his territory, he can't drench you in his scent yet, not with you unaware of his courting, but it will linger on your sleeves when he touches you, on your pants as his tails flicks and curls around your legs. Besides that, letting other omegas see him on your side is a clear sign for them to stay away.

“Ah!” you gasped when you almost slipped “Ace, Deuce and Grim were sent to detention, something about destroying a toilet stall, and Crowley requested them to cleaning duties, I think it's this corridor is one of the places, can't believe they forgot to put the wet floor signs up” you murmured, slowing your pace.

And although Leona was also being careful, the trio was uncareful, leaving soap soaking the floor. You both slipped, holding onto each other to prevent collapsing, your hands snaked around him, and Leona pulled you until his back hit the wall for support.

You were laughing in disbelief, and Leona couldn't help but want to carve the scene in his brain. The sunlight shining behind you made you look ethereal, and your faces were so close, just a bit closer and your lips would touch.

Leona reasoned, you didn't look uncomfortable, you were still hugging him, you had a delighted expression. An ideal hunter always bides their time, to catch their prey at the most opportunistic moment, but maybe risking now wouldn't be so bad, for you never had a negative reaction towards him.

The omega threw his arms around your shoulders, getting his face closer slowly to gather your response before making a move he couldn't take back. You paused your laugh, focusing solely on him, Leona grinned as he received your attention, knowing that lately it's the thing he desires the most.

“Prefect!” a sharp wailing tone made Leona's ears twitch in pain “I was looking for you everywhere!”

"Grim! You need to learn how to wipe the floors correctly” and just like that, your attention diverted from him, but Leona comforted himself by the fact that you maintained your arm around his waist, your bodies touching side by side.

+1

Ever since getting used to your company, Leona permitted your presence in his room more frequently. Honestly he is indulging himself, from the point that you and Grim had to stay in his room during the Octavinelle repercussion, he became obsessed with your smell mixed with his, especially in his territory.

When the sun is going down and you are relaxing with him is the perfect ending of the day, and he mourns that you never spend the night. Sometimes you both play together, or just talk, or are in a situation like now, when he is laying in bed and you are sitting next to him, rubbing his tummy.

Leona purred and leaned his head back, affection warming his body. To have all his vulnerable parts exposed is an immense sign of trust, and he did, so much that it burns.

“You know, since the rice incident I started to research your culture a bit more” you whispered, your hand touching the skin of his stomach and tracing circles, the beastman closed his eyes with the soft feeling “I am quite fascinated”

“Are you? What were you interested in?”

You chuckled with mischief, fingers pinching his sides.

“I could show you”

You lowered your face to his neck, kissing his collarbone before delivering a bite in the junction of his neck and shoulder, nuzzling your cheek with his after releasing his skin. Your eyes met his when you finished scenting the scent glands by the side of his face.

“Biting the neck, shoulders and back, without leaving a mark, is a form to show desire in courtship in beastmen culture, right?” you muttered “Would you be willing to accept me?”

“Idiot” the omega bit you back in retaliation “I did that weeks ago, can't believe you just noticed now”

Leona couldn't hold himself back from scenting his alpha now, the courtship being established in his nation's culture made him all fuzzy. He would hold the alpha responsible for it for as long as he could.

[probablyasocialecologist]

Leading barristers have defied bar rules by signing a declaration saying they will not prosecute peaceful climate protesters or act for companies pursuing fossil fuel projects.

They are among more than 120 mostly English lawyers who have signed a declaration vowing to “withhold [their] services in respect of supporting new fossil fuel projects and action against climate protesters exercising their right of peaceful protest”.

Noting that climate breakdown represents “a serious risk to the rule of law”, the so-called “declaration of conscience” calls on legal professionals “to act urgently to do whatever they can to address the causes and consequences of the climate and ecological crises and to advance a just transition”.

[...]

One junior lawyer, who wished to remain anonymous, said: “Young lawyers are being placed in an impossible position. We’re being told by our firms and regulators it’s a professional obligation to act for fossil fuel projects, knowing that doing so will poison our own future and all of life on Earth. That’s wrong on every level. It’s indefensible. If the profession doesn’t look out for my generation, how does it expect to survive?”

[captjprice]

Simon who isn't really that big on pda but still wants to make sure everybody knows you're his, wants to make you feel loved even if he isn't the best at expressing it :(

Always a sneaky hand in your back pocket, or a firm grip on your waist. He'll be sure to give it a squeeze if he thinks someone's too friendly with you— Your sign to end the conversation and press a kiss to his forehead while you whisper a "Love you."

Simon who, when on leave together always carries all of your bags despite your protests. He's sure you can do it yourself, but why have his pretty thing suffer if he could do it for you?

Simon who is an absolute sucker for the brief kisses in-between moments, always tilting his head so perfectly so you can stand on your tiptoes and kiss his forehead, or maybe let your lips ghost across his temple.

Simon who gets (in his opinion) embarrassingly emotional over seeing you interact with children, because even though you two haven't been dating long he'd love to have a family.

He's scared to ask— mostly because he's not sure if he's even qualified to be a father. But you see right through him, like an open book and you tell him he'd be a great dad to your future kids.

Simon who would do practically anything if you just asked him to. Hungry? He'll make you something. Oh, you don't have it at home? He'll run to the store for you. Cold? He's probably already got an electric blanket ready for you. Not feeling well? That's alright. He'll call you off for work.

Simon who loves lazy mornings despite his new years resolutions being to get up at 6 everyday to go for a morning run. He just can't do it, not when you're so peaceful, huddled up next to him. He'll take you into his arms, peppering kisses on your face and dozing off again.

Simon who enjoys the aftercare almost as much (if not more) as the sex. Getting to take care of you, especially after something so vulnerable makes him feel warm. Brushing your hair out of the way, kissing the tip of your nose as he runs the two of you a bath. Cleaning you up after, making sure you're comfy enough to crawl back in bed with him and have a good long nap.