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[tdpriya]

made some sloppy icons for my headcanons... they're sooo t4t ok?

[they-didnt-last]

anyone interested in talking about the iconic 2000's middle-grade-bordering-on-ya book series gallagher girls??

[ashenberry]

damn was replaying ieytd1 and Jared mason has gotten way more comfortable in the handler role it’s nice to hear

[icewindandboringhorror]

Various images of things

[blkkizzat]

YAKUZA!TOJI X MILF!READER —aka toji on some joe goldberg bullshit

⟢ rating: mdni.18+ each episode will have its own ratings but general warnings— lactation kink, face riding, drugs (weed, alcohol, cigs), infidelity, yuji is sukuna x reader child, size-kink, milf kink, breeding kink, voyeurism, masturbation, dubcon/noncon, squirting, pussy talk, biting, creampies, obsessive tendencies, heavy manipulation, yandere, Toji in daddy and dad mode. this will be fem black reader coded as reader is foreigner and uses some aave but no other descriptors. ⟢ total run time: 𝟏𝟑.𝟒𝐤 of ? ⟢ opening theme: Rich Baby Daddy - Drake

⟢ subscriber access: tag request in comments, previous tag list from the teasers are already accounted for. ⟢ director's note: this fic is to celebrate my year of having this account! literally this is the first fic i thought of and wanted to write and have been working on it since nov'23. so full circle moment fr! i hope you enjoy it. ⟢ executive producers: special thanks to @littlemochabunni, @ryomens-vixen, @yung-notorious and @buttercupblu143 for helping me beta this and bounce off ideas and listen to me be crazy for the past 9-10 months about this fic 🥹.

꒰ disclaimer: this is a plot-driven eventual smut fic and is told mostly in Toji POV through flashbacks until the end of episode 3. so if you stick with me i promise you a freak nasty pay off in episode 4 💕🤭. the build up makes it 100x better, trust~ ꒱

🎬 𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓—

🎞️ 𝐒𝟏 𝐄𝟏: ❝ I STILL GOT SOME LOVE DEEP INSIDE OF ME, PLEASE DRAG IT OUT OF ME ❞

⟢ Reflecting on the last 3 months of meeting you during a time of organizational unrest, how did casual desire turn into a sinister obsession for a deadly yakuza assassin like Toji Fushiguro? It's your fault though, as a new resident of the yakuza luxury high-rise, The Nursery—shoulda known better than to have smiled that brightly at a single-dad widower, mamas. episode run time: 𝟒.𝟕𝐤

🎞 ️𝐒𝟏 𝐄𝟐: ❝ POPPIN' MY SHIT COME WITH CONSEQUENCES, POST NUT CLARITY I CAME TO MY SENSES ❞

⟢ With tensions in the organization at an all-time high and a traitor still on the loose, everyone is on edge. Fortunately, Toji has been watching over you for weeks, especially since Sukuna has been even less attentive. But when Toji notices you making a new friend—a potential lifeline apart from him—can he keep his jealousy in check? Just how far will Toji go to have you all to himself? episode run time: 𝟖.𝟕𝐤

🎞 ️𝐒𝟏 𝐄𝟑: ❝ WE FROM TWO DIFFERENT WORLDS BUT IT'S A MATCH TO ME ❞

⟢ Forced to make difficult choices this past week, it's becoming increasingly clear Sukuna's loyalties lie more with the organization than you. But of course, as chance would have it, Toji is there to console you when you have no one. Who needs Sukuna, friends, or anyone else when you have Toji? Toji can see the cracks forming in your resolve—but when he pushes, will you still be able to resist his charms? Or will you crumble in his hands? episode run time: ⩇⩇:⩇⩇

🎞️ 𝐒𝟏 𝐄𝟒: ❝ JUST SAY GOODBYE TO HIM, THEN TAKE THE RIDE TO ME, RIDE TO ME ❞

⟢ Circumstances align and you're practically served on a platter to Toji, he takes this as the prime opportunity to finally claim you as his. Toji deserves you. You know this though, so he won't have to do a thing—you'll come to him all on your own like a good sexy lil' milf won't you, mamas? Nevermind about your world falling apart around you—Toji has already made all of the arrangements to see that you and Yuji are taken care of. episode run time: ⩇⩇:⩇⩇

🎬 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐔𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓—

🎞️ 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝟎 𝐄𝟏: ❝ WANNA STICK AROUND FOR THE RIDE? BABY HOLD ON TIGHT ❞ AKA "DON'T DROP THE PANCAKES"

Prequel/Standalone. Yakuza!Sukuna x Exchange Student!Reader. ⟢ Moving to a foreign country for school ain't all sunshine and rainbows—especially when your student status prevents you from acquiring legitimate employment. Good thing a friend of a friend has a connect for under-the-table work. Although, being a topless maid for a ruthless yakuza leader wasn't on your bingo card for your new life abroad—especially when you end up pregnant. episode run time: ⩇⩇:⩇⩇

©𝐛𝐥𝐤𝐤𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐚𝐭 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐠𝐟𝐱, 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞.

[ateliersss]

Predator Masterlist

⇨ Want to join the tag list?

-> The plots of the series as a whole and the individual oneshots are already in order regarding the timeline, but I would recommend to start with the series as that's where my journey with those characters started. Every work takes place in a mostly undetermined time apart as they are interconnected with each other.

Mi‘ytiar

⇨ Downtime and a Bath Summary: Your mate returns from a hunt, in desperate need of a bath.

⇨ Bandaids and Kisses Summary: One part of motherhood seemed to be patching up your reckless pup after another adventure in the wild against his parents' wishes.

Blooming Family Series (Finished) ⇨ Part 1 — He Will Come Summary: You were caught three days after you and your son's arrival on earth by an organization called Project Stargazer. Now you both were treated like guinea pigs. No wonder, considering said son was a hybrid of human and Yautja. ⇨ Part 2 — He Is Here Summary: After Akail freed himself and then you from your captors, you both had only one thing on your mind — to return home where his father and your mate was waiting for you. ⇨ Part 3 — He Shan't Lose Summary: Mere two months ago, you had returned home after the incident on Earth. Now you were back, ready to indulge yourself and go on the weekly "date night" with your mate. If only your unborn pup had better timing… ⇨ Part 4 — He Shall Prevail Summary: In your past life on earth, when someone would ask you how you managed your job as a nurse with the occasional death of a mother during birth, you told them that you never took it too personal because you would never find yourself in their position. Then why were you now so adamant on giving your life for your pup? Edited: 24.08.2024 (only a few details that contradicted each other in the course of the fanfic)

⇨ Don't worry, only You and Him Summary: Waking up from the week of bed rest after giving birth, you hadn't expected how your eldest seemed to resent the newest addition to your family.

⇨ The Huntress (in planning) Summary: It's the first time you and your mate go on a hunt after your pregnancy.

⇨ Oh, take me back to The Night we met Summary: 1936, eighty-eight years ago, you met him, the creature that changed your life in a way that goes beyond human imagination.

⇨ No Title Yet (in planning) Summary: Mi'ytiar's POV of Oh, take me back to The Night we met

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[sixhours]

One Day at a Time

Joel becomes a dad. Again.

Rating: Explicit, 18+, here be smut. Series tags: The Last of Us, The Last of Us (HBO), Joel Miller x f!OFC, Joel & Ellie, soft!Joel, no really super soft!Joel, Joel is bad at feelings and relationships, Joel is a sap, mostly follows canon, SMUT, gratuitous smut, dubious consent (drunk sex), unplanned pregnancy, fluff, references to past miscarriages, angst, hurt/comfort, romance, age gap (~21 years), childbirth, fluffy baby stuff, I've probably forgotten some so please let me know <3 Word count: ~25.7k

Notes: It’s a pregnancy/baby fic. Knocked Up, but make it **post-apocalypse**. Joel Miller’s sperm should be registered as a weapon of mass creation. I really just needed to imagine Pedro Pascal holding a baby. Sorry/not sorry.

Chapter 1: Conception

Chapter 2: Implantation

Chapter 3: Embryo

Chapter 4: Gestation

Chapter 5: Labor

Chapter 6: Transition

Chapter 7: Birth

Chapter 8: Beginning

One-shots

Postpartum

Firsts - Bath

Firsts - Laugh

Firsts - Crawl

Firsts - Colic

[cowboywithacunt]

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This blog is an 18+ only kink/nsfw blog. I'm going to be posting explicit text and images. Please be aware that some of my kinks may be triggering to others! A full list of my kinks and limits are under the cut.

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🐎 I'm Harvey! 22, transgender (FtM), he/him, bisexual, country boy who's learned to embrace it as a thing people are into lol. Currently living on the west coast, originally from Georgia. I'm fat and hairy and masc, take it or leave it. 5'5". Deer boy tbh 🦌

🐄 I'm strictly masc, have been on T for about 4 years, and I got top surgery done last summer. I don't have bottom surgery, and probably never will.

🐎 I'm happy to be a dom or sub for any and all genders! I enjoy both roles equally. Same goes for topping and bottoming. I'm about as versatile as a guy can get!

🐄 Asks and dms are open to anyone who's interested!

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🐎 CNC; includes rape play, dubcon, somnophilia, intoxication, primal play, and kidnapping.

🐄 Fauxcest; may include some ageplay elements, such as MILFs/DILFs, cougars, etc.

🐎 Humiliation and degradation; includes exhibitionism, voyeurism, pet play, free use, force fem/masc, misgendering, and detrans.

🐄 Monster fucking; werewolves, vampires, tentacles, you get the picture. May include non-human genitalia references.

🐎 BDSM; mostly pertains to bondage, but some light impact play might also be present. Nothing beyond spanking or slapping!

🐄 Overstimulation and understimulation; too many orgasms and not enough orgasms. Edging included in this.

🐎 Breeding; including impregnation of others, not of myself.

🐄 Misc; wilderness sex, cowboys/rednecks, putting city assholes in their place, T4T, bears, butches, sex toys, fighting for dominance, light gun/knife play, medical settings, older men/women, trans supremacy, furries, leather. Open to trying new things!

🐎 I do not tag any of these on reblogs! If you genuinely cannot stomach one or more of these things, just do your mental health a favor and don't follow me. Keep yourself safe!

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🐎 Heavy blood, gore, death, necrophilia.

🐄 Scat, watersports, emetophilia. Very light omorashi stuff is fine.

🐄 Choking, beating.

🐎 Detrans/misgendering directed at me.

🐎 DDLG and similar kinks that focus on infantalization.

🐄 Race play; if someone wants to call me a stupid little white boy or something, that's fine, but anything even edging towards white supremacy isn't cool with me

🐎 It's okay if you're into the above things! I won't yuck somebody's yum. You can follow and interact. Just please don't send me asks or dms involving those kinks, and be aware that I may not follow back if you post a lot of one of these.

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🐎 Sir, mister, bitch, faggot, whore, slut, masc terms, sweetheart, darling, buck

🐄 Dick, cock, t-dick, clit, cunt, pussy, chest, hole(s)

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🐎 Daddy, puppy, fem terms

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If you're not sure about something, just ask! I don't bite!

[marrijaa]

"Heavenly spa" ❥

Finally done! Hello everyone, and welcome to this full relaxing area.. Heavenly spa is placed in Tartosa on a 50x40 lot.. It's tree floor build with outside and inside pool, two saunas, two drink bars, coffee bar, private room for lover couples, gym, yoga room, sumba studio, massage room and icecream station.. I had to use a bunch of CC, otherwise this build would not look this beautiful.. Mitigating circumstance is that these are the creators whose objects you all mostly use.. ❥ I will copy the links of the creators that I think you may not have in your mods folder and I will just list the others.

I hope you enjoy and I would like you let me know and tag me if you use it in your game play :)

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Felixandre : La petit Trianon | Grove 1, 2, 3, 4 | Bafroom | Florence 1, 2, 3 | Kyoto 3 | Colonial 1, 2, 3 | Ionic | Chateu | Kichen | Paris 1, 2 | Livin' Rum | Orjanic 2 | Berlin 3 | Baysic | Jardane | Shop the look 1, 2

Harrie : Brutalist | Kwatei 1 | Octave 2, 3 | Spoons 1, 2, 3 | Brownstone | Heritage 2 Country coll. |

Tuds : Wave | Vime set | Beam living

Pierisim : Domaine du clos 2, 3 | Mcm 1, 2, 3, 5 | Winter garden | Precious Promises | Auntie Vera's bathroom | Oak house 1, 2, 3, 4 | David's apartment

Peacemaker : Urban Kitchen | Munch | Miscellanea | Modish | Creta kitchen | Hudson bathroom | Hamptons Hideaway | Lighthouse collection | Jute rugs

Myshunosun : Garden stories | Serene bathroom | Lottie bedroom | Nora living | Gale dining

Leosims : Massage chair | New river set | Decor organizer

Novvvas : Wabi-sabi | Neon signs 1 | Neon signes 4 | Neon signs 6

Sixam : Hotel bedrom | Breeze of Greece

Syb : Sauna | Laundry set | Fitness | Crossfit | Serenity set | Jules set | Agnes bedroom

AnYe : Coffeeshop | Bridal shower Pralinesims : Wall decor-letters

Littledica : Rise and grind Dreamteamsims : Starbucks Coffee Shop

Katiesimspire : Charging stand Cepzid : Let's get fit Sooky : Magazines

RVSN : Oil diffuser King Falcon : Fuwara set 2 Clutter Cat : Mellow memo

ATS4 : december 5 - functional winw bottles Sundays : amed mirror | Canggu

Dominationkid : Neon sign - private room Nickname : curtain

Lilac creative : Essentials 1, 2 | Simley cup Descargassims : coffee cups

Sumba fitness mod Max20 : poolside lounge pack PTS : cottage garden

S-Imagination : oak and house Icemunmun : icecream machine

I COULDN'T FIND FLOWERING IVY THAT I USED IN CAFFEE, SO PLEASE PUT ANOTHER ONE, IF YOU WANT TO LOOK LIKE ON THE PICTURE!

Big thanks to the creators @felixandresims @harrie-cc @pierisim @peacemaker-ic @littledica @syboubou @ravasheencc @lilaccreative @sundays-sims

[thewidowsledger]

Secret Behind Our Dreams

Chapter 10: Everything's Personal | 2.4k

© thewidowsledger 2024 - DO NOT REPUBLISH AND PLAGIARISE

Summary: You are a club dancer; a stripper. Natasha is a respected notorious mob boss. What would happen if your paths happened to cross one night? The only thing you knew about each other was your dreams, and neither of you knew what the other was.

Pairing: Mob Boss Natasha Romanoff x Stripper Female Reader

Tags | Warnings: 18+, bad writing, slow burn, angst, details of drugging, mean Yelena

Author's Note: This is my first time posting again after a year of abandoning this fic. I promise to post every week and expect 4 to 6 more chapters for this series, happy reading everyone!

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"I took a urine sample, you're right about drink spiking," he confirmed, his voice carrying a hint of concern. This isn't new to him or something of a big problem, but Strange felt that there is more to this situation and he couldn't help but to feel slightly alarmed.

"Yeah, I found her almost unconscious in the club," Natasha sighed, her eyes never settling, "What drug? Maybe I could identify the dealer or even the manufacturer, is it a party drug? M&M? Eccy? Something illegal here or no—"

Strange interrupted her gently, "Rohypnol, it's illegal for medical use." Strange crossed his arms and gave Natasha a concerned look, "In my line of work if I have my license it's called Flunitrazepam but in your world, well…our without license, it is known as a date-rape drug."

"What?" Natasha's jaw tensed as she absorbed the information. “Well I found her in a bar, these drugs can be commonly found in clubs so it makes total sense.”

Stephen Strange, known for his extraordinary medical skills, had earned a reputation not only among the general public but also among certain secretive circles. While he mostly focused on healing and saving lives, he had occasionally and secretly found himself providing medical assistance to individuals involved in criminal activities, including members in darker organized crime syndicates.

"I was shock she remembers a tiny bits of what happened to her, people who gets drugged by roach doesn't remember anything at all. She remembered mostly herself getting dragged and being thrown in a dark room," Strange then finally sat on the couch of Natasha's office, "She also remembers her shoulder burning like hell. And about that, I already cleaned and applied dressing on it. You should've brought her to me earlier. It's a 3rd degree burn, she could've gotten infections from and if she did I might have to perform wound debridement on her."

"I-I never saw it, Yelena did. She was the one who told me." Natasha slightly moved in her office chair, not comfortable as she shared the information.

"Family reunion, I see." Strange cocked his brow and once again took a glance at her.

Natasha huffed, "I'm way past that." She finally stood and made her way to a small corner of her office where she kept a personal stash of beverages. She poured a small amount into a glass, "I know you're a doctor and it's so early in the morning but care for a drink?" She slid the glass on her desk and gestured Strange to sit in the chair across her office chair.

"What's on her skin, the mark…it is something." He finally stood and grabbed the glass of whiskey before settling himself in front of Natasha. "Have you identified it yet?"

"No."

"You know you're in—"

Knowing what he was going to say, Natasha replied instinctively and immediately not allowing him to finish. "You don't need to remind me that, Stephen."

"You should know what you're going into, Natalia." Strange said, now they're both playing the game of using their real name, a gesture that reflected the seriousness of conversation. The air in the room seemed to grow heavier as they exchanged sharp glances.

"And I do." Natasha held her gaze on him, masking her frustration growing. "I always do, Stephen."

Strange sighed, his eyes never leaving Natasha's. He leaned forward to her, "This…" he circled the glass he's holding onto the table, "Whatever this is you're entering, it's dangerous and the stakes are higher than ever. I know you've faced countless situations before, but this…this is different. This is personal." He warned, he then reclined in his seat, both of his elbows were positioned at the chair's armrest. "You have to be careful, Natalia."

"Everything's personal, Stephen." She didn't flinch under Strange's cautionary words. There are only a few things Natasha resents: Being reminded of her vulnerabilities, being told of the things she's supposed to do and not to do, and on the top of her list, men. Natasha just nodded acknowledging Strange's concern.

"I'm just looking out for you."

"I know." Natasha replied softly.

"Well I think I'm done here, if something happened you know where to find me," he paused and finished his drink. "Well I do know where to find you too."

Natasha chuckled and apologized, "I'm sorry for making you go here without notice." But Strange waved it off, "I'll walk you out, Stephen."

As they both reached the door, they were surprised to find Yelena lounging on the couch.

"Family reunion, I see." Strange teasingly muttered against his breath. And his comment didn't go unnoticed by Natasha, who tried to maintain her composure despite her growing frustration for her sister once again.

"Hey, Doc." Yelena greeted lazily.

"Hi." He glanced at Natasha, noticing her stifled groans and huffs. "Don't kill her, I don't wanna overstay here." Strange jokes as he quickly puts on his suit.

"I'll try not to."

He couldn't help but chuckle at her response, he immediately shifted the topic not wanting to frustrate her more. "Clean and change the bandages every 4 hours, I already gave her some antibiotics and a pack of fine mesh gauze. It'll heal probably in 2 weeks or so."

As soon as the elevator closed, she quickly marched to the living room. "What the hell are you doing here?!"

"I said I will come in here whether you like it or not." Yelena replied groggily as she shifted herself in a more comfortable position on the couch.

Natasha immediately grabbed Yelena's tank top by the neck. Natasha glared angrily at her sister before focusing on the jacket she was donning. "Is that my jacket?" she questioned even more angrily.

"Well you didn't get most of your stuff when you left home." Yelena replied her shoulders slumped trying to move away from Natasha's hold. She raised both of her hands to her ears.

"Still doesn't explain the jacket." Natasha groaned.

"Woah!" Yelena mockingly exclaimed as soon as she saw you peeking, "She still here huh?" She glanced back at her sister. "Hiiiii!" Yelena looked behind Natasha's thighs and greeted you mockingly.

Once more groaning, Natasha roughly pulled her sister deeply in the couch before hesitantly letting go of her. Her piercing glare stopped Yelena from reacting as she was about to whimper in pain over her sister's harshness.

"This girl is always coming to my rescue." Yelena smirked as she muttered to herself. She threw a pillow on her sister's back testing her because she knows that she won't do anything now that you're there.

"You okay?" Natasha asks.

"Yeah, my wound feels so cold though. But yeah, I'm fine physically but not entirely fine…" You awkwardly chuckle as you get frustrated again because the whole situation hasn't dawned on you really.

"I ordered some food, do you eat Italian?" Natasha softly asks and you sheepishly nod, you look at Yelena sitting behind Natasha's standing figure; she gives you an uneasy smile before averting her eyes from you.

Natasha walked past you and went to the kitchen, you immediately followed her leaving Yelena alone in the living room. You sat in one of the chairs of the kitchen table as Natasha set up the food for you. "Here, krasivaya." She muttered under her breath as she handed you a fork and gently placed a plate of pasta in front of you. Of course you heard it, you never missed it.

"What else did you remember the other night?" She asked, "If you don't mind me asking. If you're not comfortable it's totally okay but at some point you have to tell me so I could help you."

"What does that mean?" You finally spoke but awkwardly.

"What?" Natasha blinked, momentarily caught off guard by your question.

"You called me something…I don't understand it." You murmured as you tried to avoid her eyes while you played with the fork in your hand.

"Beautiful." Yelena appeared from behind, Natasha scowled at Yelena who was slowly heading towards the kitchen. "Why?"

"Nothing." Your voice was so small that you were not comfortable with Yelena's presence. You looked down to your plate trying to hide the fear and discomfort forming in your face as you remembered what happened the other night.

Natasha sensed your discomfort as Yelena continued to linger around the room. She shot her sister a glare, hoping she'd take the hint and give some space. Yelena, though mischievous, could be sensitive to such cues when she wanted to be.

Yelena huffed, turning to look at her sister with a sinister smile, "Don't be flattered by it, Natasha calls every girl that."

Natasha's scowl intensified as Yelena continued to intrude on the conversation. She clenched her jaw and shot her sister a stern look once again, but Yelena continued to give her a playful smirk. She inhaled trying to calm herself and remembered Strange's joke-ish reminder not to kill her sister and right now she thinks she couldn't handle the urge not to.

You looked down at your plate, almost slamming your face on it. You felt a sudden jealousy and insecurity swirling in you, you gave her an awkward and sad chuckle. "Well I uhh, uhm t-the Maximoff lady…the Maximoff lady called me that." You managed to say before taking a bite of your pasta.

"Maximoff lady?" Natasha slightly clenched her jaw, she couldn't help but immediately ask.

"Oooh…" Yelena tilted her head as she eyed her sister with a smug in her face, "Wanda... that's interesting." She murmured something that you couldn't quite make out—was it because she spoke in such a feeble voice or was it because she spoke in a different language? "What else did she say to you, huh?"

"Yelena." Natasha warned. And you started to panic, tears welling up in your eyes.

"Or things you let her do to you?" Yelena methodically sifted through the pantry shelves, all aware of your growing unease but she still continued. She put her elbows on the table across you, she looked at you in the eyes and smirked, "I bet you let her fuck you."

"Enough!" Natasha glared at her sister and walked towards her, "Why is she still here Natasha?" Yelena asked angrily.

“I want you to fucking leave Yelena. And don't worry she's not gonna be here anymore because we're moving to the manor. And I want you gone.” Natasha's demand cut through the tense air. She looked at her straight in the eye with anger evident in hers.

Yelena nodded and backed down with a sad smile on her face. “Thank you for telling me that you're moving to that pretty property of yours. A new place to barge in.” She looked again at Natasha, the before sad smile turning into a grin before walking out.

“Sumasshedshaya malen'kaya suchka.” (Crazy little bitch) Natasha whispered to herself before turning to you. You saw her closing her eyes, inhaling as she tried to calm herself.

The tension didn't vanish when you heard the elevator ding, a sign that Yelena is already gone. As the tension thickened in the air, your appetite vanished, your stomach churning with unease. The clinking of cutlery against plates echoed in the silent room.

“The Maximoff twin...the Maximoff lady didn't do anything to…to me.” You broke the silence, but you felt that you just made everything worse. “I just served some drinks to them that night before—”

“You don't need to talk about it if it's not comfortable for you.” Natasha interrupted. Your heart sank. You knew you couldn't avoid asking any longer. "Natasha," your voice wavered slightly as she turned to face you. "Why—why are you doing this? I know we talked about it already but, why? Your sister’s right, why are you doing this?"

Natasha's gaze faltered for a moment, a shadow passing over her features before she quickly masked it with a composed facade. She opened her mouth to respond, but her words seemed to catch in her throat.

“I…” Natasha avoided your innocent gaze, she knows how much it will ruin her looking at those eyes of yours. “We're gonna leave now," She finally said, her tone clipped as she rose from her seat. The abrupt change in topic caught you off guard, leaving your question unanswered and your heart heavy.

Secret Behind Our Dreams: Masterlist

[dr-rarepair-week-blog]

Welcome to Danganronpa Rarepair Week 2024!

This event begins on June 16th and ends on June 22nd!

Day One (June 16th): dreaming/soulmates

Day Two (June 17th): summer outing/school dance

Day Three (June 18th): self care/caring for the other

Day Four (June 19th): killing game life/mastermind au

Day Five (June 20th): gift giving/peace

Day Six (June 21st): found footage/local mystery

Day Seven (June 22nd): fashion/decorations

More information on the event under the cut!

The rules are the same as they usually are, but I'll reiterate them!

1. For organization, use the tag [#danganronpa rarepair week 2024] and [#dr rarepair week 2024]! Tagging me is optional, but it's the best chance of me seeing your content. Please also tag the characters involved in the ship and a ship name!

2. All forms of media are allowed! This includes digital/traditional art, stories, edits, and cosplays! However, using others' content is prohibited, and I will block you.

3. Incest and Warrior of Hope ships are prohibited, as well as anything involving Haji Towa. This is mostly for personal comfort. Any entries of these sorts will not be interacted with.

4. NSFW (heavy gore and/or pornography) is allowed, but it will not be reblogged here. Mild gore/implied NSFW will be reblogged. And please tag these things appropriately!

5. Please keep in mind that this is for rarepair content! Don't get me wrong, many mainstream ships are great, but I think that many rare ships also deserve a week to shine. And instead of making tons of individual weeks, I made one collective week for them.

And remember to have fun!!! I'm glad that so many people enjoyed the event, and I can't wait to see what people come up with!

6. There is no deadline for this ship week! Please feel free to do the prompts even if you miss the days!

QNA:

Are cross-game ships allowed? Yes!

What counts as a popular/disallowed ship? I made a list, which can be found here and will also be reblogged at some point as a reminder.

Do I have to stick to one ship for the whole week? No! You can if you want to, or you can submit multiple ships, as long as they're rarepairs.

Is implied NSFW/a fade to black scene okay? Yes! As long it's not explicit, you're good.

Are any characters besides the WoH/Haji Towa banned? No! The main game characters and manga/anime exclusive characters are welcome.

[sweeneydino]

Welcome to my humble abode.

🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈 lgbtq+ safe space.

Surprise.

Ignore the soda cans and crumbled pieces of paper, never really got the chance to clean that up.

I am proud to announce a master post that I will likely never use!

Yes, I know, very useful.

It will collect dust just like all of my other projects and dreams.

Please note that this is my escape from life (ง˙∇˙)ว

Archive of Our Own (AO3) Fanfics

Lime meets emerald[HIATUS]

Spikeangelo

The Good Father

Comics

Weapons of Hamato [1]

Alternate Universe Shenanigans

Spikeangelo AU!

Au idea | Titan

Spikeangelo Asks!

Transporters don't act like they do in Space Heroes Leo! (TSHL) [CW: BODY HORROR]

Au Idea

Mold

Weapons of Hamato

Au Idea

New Friend [Part 1]

Weapons of Hamato

The Good Father

Au Idea | Rat Dads in New York

Grown Up Don

Future Menace

Past Remembrance / PT.2

Paper Scales/ Little Dragons [CW: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH]

LITTLE DRAGONS

Au idea | Explored

Splintering | Father's Day | Forgive me

Little Dragons | Dragons | Twin Disasters | Eldest and Youngest |Oh Fuck THEY ARE GROWING UP | Awakened Dads | Mood Ring

Himbo | Uncle Mike

New Years | January 1st

DANGER | Forms of a Monster | Trouble

Strange occurrences | Prey drive | Clear Picture | Mimicking | Stronk | Friends | Moody | Omen | Mystic Bab | Holy Shit | Honey | Buddy | Travel

Tot adventures

Actual fucking dragons | Dai | Mura & Aoi | Akai | COLORS

Fanart: 🧡 🧡 💜

A FANFIC BY @/SHYADRI ON TUMBLR AGAIN THANK YOU SMH CHECK THEM OUT PLEASE 🙏 IDK IF I SHOULD @ THEM HERE SO PLEASE LOOK THEM UP THANK YOU

Collection of other Free-to-use AUS [CW:BLOOD/GORE]

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5

Honestly, a lot of my stuff is free to use. Just credit me is all I ask 😌

Animations

Shelldon's Daisy

Where is the pizza, Casey?

Give Splinter a break man

TAP

Sunrise Duo, but with a little red

Mystic Bab

Posers

Side Blogs

Mostly Sanic stuff with gay hedgehogs @lintandsteal

Stuff I scraped out of the bottom of my toilet (18+ ONLY because I have 0 clue what I'll pop out on there) @trashinyourpockets

A fair warning that although I draw A LOT fluff and baby turtles, I also draw(and sometimes write) whump, a lot of angst and gore/extremly violent art(those will be properly tagged in their own post).

I am very easily overwhelmed, so don't take my silence as me ignoring you! Usually, I just need a break before I can respond I can't promise that I'd respond in messages either cause I'm severely anxious, lol. Feel free to comment or message anyway! One day, I might answer--

My joy in drawing cute stuff must be counterbalanced.

[gooeseyleo]

Gooseyleo Masterpost

Welcome to Gooseyleo~

Leo awakens to a post-apocalyptic New York following the Krang invasion. To his horror, he seems to be the only survivor. For years, he lives alone, until he runs into a strangely intelligent goose that befriends him on the spot. Antics and mysteries ensue as what happened to Leo's family, and the city in general, are revealed. But mostly silly goose antics.

Warning: This AU contains a LOT of angst as well as comfort and silliness. Each angst post will be tagged accordingly

Bear with me as I work thru getting everything organized! ^^' I'm going to update this as I post more!

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Before Goosey

Childhood memories

Afterman

Soup (angst)

Leaves from the Vine (angst)

Kendra and Donnie (angst)

Need Some Sleep || Don't Make Promises

We Need You

Donnie and Goosey

Prologue (heavy angst; grief, familial death, blood, thoughts of suicide, funeral, survior guilt)

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7||Part 8||END

Leo remembers Splinter (mild angst)

Food: step one (mild suicidal ideation, grief)

Gooseyleo

And so it begins...(first Gooseyleo ever!)

Bread and a Box

Petting the Goose

silly goose

Staying Warm

Best Buddies

Habaneros

Passing on the Mask

Leo finds a motorcycle

Leo tries to find clothes that fit him

Watching TV late at night isn't good for your brain

Peepaw having a moment

Goosey ESA

Fabuloso

New Rule

Leo's birthday

Valentine's Day

Fear of water

Goosey's Nightmare (angst) Another nightmare (angst) And another nightmare (tw flashing, glitching)

Survivor's Guilt (mild angst)

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

The Next Morning...

Part 1 || Part 2

The Barrier

The Wilds

Prosthesis (angst)

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7 || Part 8 || Part 9 || Part 10 ||

Casey Junior

Goosey and Mikey (mild angst)

Yuichi has entered the chat

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Miscellaneous (outside of timeline)

Robots FTW

You Got the Goods (although they do have fashion shows every friday, these are non-specific in the timeline)

Gooseyleo Requests

Ref sheets

Retconned:

Seeking shelter in a sandstorm (angst, blood, trauma) (SCRAPPED)

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7 || Part 8

[sunnie-angel]

Part 3: The Invitation

part 2 | part 4 | series masterlist | ao3 link

jason todd x f!reader

summary: an invitation to jason doesn’t go as planned, but you find other ways to spend time together

tags: mostly fluff, some minor angst

rated explicit (mdni) | wc: 2.3k

a/n: this update is still fairly fluffy for this fic, but fair warning it is going to get darker in tone and content as the story continues. my chapter count just keeps increasing from my original outline (💀) so it’s taking longer to reach the darker elements but they will be coming.

The first week of term passes, and life resolves into a series of patterns. Jason slots neatly into your social circles with the confused grace of a man that’s not quite sure how he managed to find himself in his position but is grateful for it anyway. Walking to classes together turns into hanging out with your friends after. Invitations to grab a meal with the group get accepted more often than not. He’s only gone out with the group once, a Friday night that had started out in Danika’s apartment and ended with takeout shawarma from your favourite shop on Gilman Avenue. Snapshots of the evening remain in your memory, the casualties of letting Rei make the drinks.

Between your classes and internship picking up, there hasn’t been any time for going out since. Your days revolve around campus and promises to yourself to visit art exhibitions, to pick up groceries from the farmers’ market, to take advantage of the public library’s programs dissipate unfulfilled. It’s easier somehow, to let those promises to yourself slip away than it is to break a promise to your friends. Monday lunches and Wednesday study afternoons, the occasional movie night organized spontaneously. These commitments are easier to keep because they’re with someone else.

It becomes a weekly thing, then, sharing Jason’s lunch on Mondays. Went a bit overboard meal prepping on the weekends, he always offers, a sheepish hand running through his curls. You notice you’re the only recipient of his overzealousness though, and quietly you wonder. There’s a kind of warmth under your skin every time he pulls out a too large Tupperware container and turns to you, asking for your assistance. You’re not totally altruistic — the food’s too good for you to turn down — but the kind gesture makes you chafe a little bit after a while. All that kindness directed at you, nothing asked for in return, it doesn’t sit right, not with the way you were raised. Kindness was a commodity in the Alley, respected and well-received, but always returned. So you start returning the gesture. Snacks between classes and during study sessions appear out of your bag, pressed into Jason’s hands but never mentioned outright. Your grocery list gets the slightest bit longer but it’s worth it. The gesture soothes that itch in the back of your brain and every time you discover what makes the corners of his eyes crinkle up with pleasure you take careful note of it.

You’d thought, first, about returning his gesture in kind. A first text message with a pasta recipe you’ve never been able to replicate quite so perfectly never really materializes into the connection you’d hoped it would.

You: Dr Okafor said the quiz’s only on week 1-3 right?

You: sidenote I can’t quite get the pasta sauce right, you sure there’s nothing missing from the recipe you sent me?

Jason: weeks 1-4

Jason: shouldn’t be

Jason: you’re only adding the fresh herbs after you deglaze the pan right?

You: Yeah every time

Biting your bottom lip, you hesitate before finally pressing send. The cold light of your screen stares back up at you, unfeeling.

You: You could show me?

You: I’ve been meaning to host more at my place, maybe you can teach me and then I could feed you for once?

A typing bubble pops up on his end, then disappears just as abruptly. Nerves have you still chewing at your lip, the pit of your stomach tight with anticipation as it reappears.

Jason: maybe not this time, yeah?

Jason: my bad, it’s on weeks 1-3, week 4’s the next quiz

Taking a deep breath, you scrunch your eyes up. You want to kick yourself for getting your hopes up. The invitation was too personal, too much. It’s one thing to hangout in an apartment in the nicer side of town with friends and a completely different thing to invite him over to your apartment in the notorious Crime Alley to spend time alone. Even if the area is seeing better days under its new management, reputations don’t get shed as easily as snake skin.

You: Sure! No worries :)

You: oh you had me so stressed for a minute there

And it’s true, though you weren’t so much worried about the quiz as you were his response. But he’ll take what he wants from your answer, and you’ll get away with the truth. The truth is, you’ve become unreasonably greedy when it comes to Jason.

Spending time with Jason is easy. He’s got a sharp sense of humour, one that matches your own enough that you joke it’s the only gift Crime Alley gives to all her former residents. He doesn’t laugh often but when he does, you’re the cause of it more often than not.

“I can’t believe you think Nightwing’s best look was Discowing.”

“Wait— so hear me out Jason. Assuming Nightwing’s not, you know, immortal, he’s gonna get old. And when he’s old and in a nursing home he’s gonna tell his grandkids, “well back in my day” and then he’s gonna be able to whip out the Discowing photos. I’m talking intergenerational trauma when the kids realize “Oh no, grandad was hot AND insane.” It’s probably not your best work, but it turns his snorts into full belly laughter. Quite possibly it’s one of the most beautiful things you’ve seen.

So it might not be the immediate close connection you were hoping for on that first day of class, but it’s a friendship. One that’s all the more precious for the ways it's been unexpected. The anticipation of seeing him next carries you through the knowing looks you get from your friends. You’re a little more careful now, extending invitations only to places you’re sure won’t make him uncomfortable.

It’s a little hard to describe what exactly it is about Jason that draws you in, besides the obvious. He’s a deeply attractive person, all broad shoulders and sharp angles, though most of the time he seems uncomfortable with the effect his looks have on others. No matter how many times Lina calls him ‘pretty’, the answering red tinge of his ear tips never goes away. Probably, you decide, it has something to do with the enigma of him. The air of loneliness you’d noticed about him on that first day never quite dissipates. Even in the midst of a crowd there’s a sense that he’s still separate somehow. Despite the distance wrapped around him like his leather jacket, he never stops being kind.

Being around Jason is different than being around your other friends. You’ve known Danika since high school and her first cheerful insistence that we’re going to be best friends, I just know it. Lina, Rei, and Will had followed over the span of university, over long hours in the library and pulling out your hair over last minute assignments. They were good friends, good people, but you never lose the feeling that they expect a specific version of you. The version that got out of the Alley and made something of herself, with the uncertainties of where her next meal would come from or if the lights would still be on next week far behind her. Jason doesn’t have that same weight of expectation built on experience. There’s a sense that he’ll accept whatever version you present to him, even the one that still has a complicated relationship to the past and present. It’s been a scarce handful of weeks and yet he’s already seen you at your highs and lows.

The first time you’d shown up to one of your hangouts, just the two of you, bags the size of coins under your eyes hastily covered with concealer and caffeine jitters making your hands twitch like a marionette’s, he’d gently uncurled your fingers from where they’d clutched at your travel mug and simply listened.

“Sorry, sorry,” you’d tried to explain. “I didn’t mean to be late but I slept through my first two alarms and missed the bus I was going to take. Duvall’s midterm is later this week and that class has been killing me. It’s like he’s forgotten what it’s like being a student, and, you know, having more than one class to worry about.”

“D’you need to be off studying then?” He offers the out mildly, like he doesn’t know just how badly your sanity has been hanging on to the thin hope of seeing him before your exam. He doesn’t, so you can’t really fault him for it.

“No! No, it’s fine. I probably need a break from studying before my brain starts melting out of my ears. Or at least that’s what Will tells me.” You purse your lips together in remembered frustration at your friend’s thoughtless comment.

“But you don’t think so?” He prods.

“No, well— I don’t exactly disagree? Just that everyone else already finished their midterms and they don’t exactly have the same pressure of maintaining a scholarship like I do.”

“‘Kay then, let’s study. What’s Duvall got you doing?”

And you’re torn, really you are. This wasn’t supposed to be how your morning went. There was supposed to be coffee, maybe a shared lunch out on the quad in the last of the good (for Gotham) weather and some shared bitching about how truly terrible midterms are. Maybe a meandering discussion of how the pop culture status of the Justice League was diluting their mission, a point of contention you’d found Jason had surprisingly articulate opinions on. But you really need to do well on this exam, the lurking pressures of tight finances and the fear of failure of proving them right a constant soundtrack to your thoughts.

“I— are you sure? This was supposed to be us celebrating you finishing your exams, not studying for mine.”

“Look, you go grab a refill — something not caffeinated — and I’ll find us a spot to sit. We’ll do some practice questions, you’ll feel better about it, and then I won’t have to be mad at Will for bein’ an unthinkin’ ass. Really, you’d be helpin’ me out.” He grins, then stands up from the bench and dusts specks of imaginary dirt off his pants. “Go get your drink, I’ll be waitin’ on you.”

Jason’s pulled a blanket out of some infinite pocket of the universe and settled it right at the base of the big oak in the middle of the quad by the time you return, apple cider in hand. He looks over your course materials as you lean against the tree and sip on your drink, the stress that’s consumed you for the last two weeks starting to ebb. He’s got one knee propped up so he can balance a book on it and the other stretched out, the full length of it only a hair’s breadth from yours. You could swear you could feel the phantom heat of it anyway even through the morning chill. He nudges you with an elbow to get your attention, shows you the cover of the one short story that you’d struggled with the most but Duvall seemed to have the biggest love affair with. You groan, then start trying to break down the text.

“—so if we aren’t meant to be interpreting the main theme as ‘love of beauty’ then it’s got to be ‘love of life’ right?” You think out loud, frustrated with how the meaning of this text has eluded you.

“I don’t think it’s gotta be that specific. If we just assume the narrator’s motivations all start with love, the big capital L kind, then even all the crazy shit at the end makes sense too. Subject doesn’t matter ‘cause it's just there as the object of love.” And Jason’s good, really good at this. Breaking things down and seeing things from just left of centre. Makes you revisit your own ideas, trying to see that grey area where both of your ideas intersect.

“No but she clearly doesn’t love the woman in the first chapter. The narrator admires her and calls her beautiful, but she never interacts with the woman like she does with anyone or anything else in the rest of the text. If she doesn’t love the first woman doesn’t it disprove the idea of generalized love?”

“Maybe,” he breathes out consideringly. “Maybe it's not a generalized love, but I think the narrator does love the first woman. The narrator knows she’s descending into madness — maybe for her, the love was in the absence. ‘Cause if the narrator didn’t let on, then her most loved one wouldn’t be infected with the same rot. And all the other people an’ things were collateral damage, the scales balancin’ themselves with the narrator’s most unselfish act.”

“Okay, but isn’t that the most selfish part though? The narrator makes sure that there’s no one else around to hold her accountable for her own mistakes. And part of it’s madness, I’ll buy that, but I don’t think it’s really love if the narrator can bear to force the woman to a distance. The narrator is fully aware as she gives in to her paranoia and forces the woman into the distance between them. ”

Jason hums thoughtfully, but you can tell by the tone that he doesn’t fully agree with you. “I don’t think we’re gonna agree on this, but if you lay out all your thoughts just like that on paper you’ll ace the exam. Why don’t we do this one too?” He pulls out another short story from the pile on the blanket, and you grin, because this one, this one you could talk about for hours.

Being with Jason is easy. When you’re close enough to reach out and run your fingers through his curls if only you were brave enough. When you’re close enough to get a whisper of his cologne as he reaches past you for something and you can hear the creak of leather as it stretches over his bicep. Yes, being with Jason is easy. Just as long as it’s on his terms and by his invitation.

Part 4

[candycandy00]

The Doll House - A Choso x Reader Fanfic Part 2

When your younger sister is tricked into selling herself to the Doll House, you rush there to help her, only to find her being led away by her trainer, Choso. Moved by your desire to save your sister, he convinces the owner to let you take her place.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Read Geto’s Part Here!

Read Toji’s Part Here!

Read Nanami’s Part Here!

Read Sukuna’s Part Here!

Read Gojo’s Part Here!

Note: Please remember that these stories don’t take place at the same time, or even one after the other! Consider each one its own timeline. So if you see Geto and Toji with other dolls, don’t be alarmed lol. I had to do it this way because if I don’t, by the time I get to the last trainer, there won’t be any other trainers left to interact with!

AU! Each trainer will get their own story! This is Choso’s. I’m keeping the tag list from previous parts. If you’d like to be tagged in future parts, let me know! You must be an adult to be tagged! Any feedback whatsoever is adored!

Smut. 18+. Fem Reader. FemDom. Sub Choso. Oral sex. Woman on top. Bondage. Divider by @benkeibear!

Choso is so fucking cute. That’s the main thought in your head as you look down at him. He’s sitting in a chair in his room, his hands gripping the armrests, exactly where you told him to keep them. His shirt is gone, and his pants are open, his thick, pretty cock standing at attention, already glistening at the tip. 

When you pressed him to tell you what sorts of activities he enjoys most, he finally admitted that he loves to be teased. So you read up about it online to get some ideas. If he won’t teach you, the internet surely will. 

So today you instructed him to sit in the chair like this and watch while you strip, forbidden from touching you or himself.

It was a little embarrassing at first, even though he’s seen you mostly naked already. But now that you’re fully nude, and you can watch the effect it has on his body as his cock twitches and drips, you’re starting to enjoy it. 

You move closer to him, so close that your legs brush against his knees. He looks up at you with such a needy expression, desperate to touch or be touched. He’s gripping the armrests so tightly, you can see the veins in his forearms. 

Finally, you show mercy. You reach down with one hand and place one finger on the tip of his cock, using it to move the hot, leaky organ side to side. His breath hitches as you play with him, moving your finger up and down, watching the precum stretch between your finger and his tip. 

Suddenly you grip his shaft with your hand, then slide it up and down. Choso groans and jerks, his fingers digging into the wood of the armrests. 

“Don’t cum until I tell you to,” you say, increasing your speed as you lean over him, your tits practically in his face. 

“Y-yes, Mistress,” he answers, sweat beading on his forehead. 

With your other hand, you rub down from his shoulder to his chest, your fingers ghosting over his nipple. He’s so taut! Meanwhile, your thumb circles his tip gently, spreading his fluid around. 

He whimpers, closing his eyes for a moment when you move your hand down his torso and then into his open pants, softly squeezing his balls. His cock is twitching so much in your other hand, you can practically feel his heart beating through it. 

You keep stroking him, loving the cute sounds he’s making, the dazed look in his pretty eyes as he stares up at you. 

“Mistress… please…”

“Not yet,” you tell him, alternating between fast strokes and slow, gentle ones. He’s breathing hard, his eyes wide. He’s just about reached his limit. 

“You’re being such a good boy for me,” you say, “so I’ll give you a reward.” Then you lean your face down and lick his wet tip with quick, feathery motions before wrapping your lips around it. 

His whole body goes rigid. “Ahh… Mistress… your tongue…”

You swirl it around him, then press it into his tip, as if you’re trying to dig out his cum manually. Finally, you pull away, licking your lips. Your hand, still gripping his cock, presses it upwards so that it’s angled toward his torso. 

“Cum for me,” you say, and he does. His hot gooey load lands on his stomach and chest, then begins sliding down as he pants. You lean forward and begin licking it up, your tongue running over his smooth skin and tight muscles. 

When finished, you stand back and look at him. His face is slightly pink, his hair disheveled, his body covered in a sheen of sweat. He looks beautiful. 

Once he catches his breath, he looks up at you with the cutest, hungry expression. 

“Do you want something?” you ask teasingly. 

His eyes shift to your pussy. It’s soaking wet after all this. 

“May I pleasure you, Mistress?”

Ahhh! He’s so perfect! You keep a straight face while your heart pounds furiously. “Yes, you may,” you reply, moving to sit on the edge of his bed and opening your legs. 

You’ve had him eat you out several times now, and it never gets old. The things he can do with his mouth… you’re starting to wonder if you robbed your sister instead of saved her. 

But all those thoughts leave you when he crawls over to you, burying his face in your pussy. 

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Choso can’t help stealing glances at his doll as she moves around the room, helping clean up after their session. He can’t remember another doll who actually helped with this, at least so early in the training. She also practices at least a basic level of aftercare, asking Choso how he feels after they’re done and being affectionate. 

All this without being explicitly taught to do so. Is it because she’s an older sibling, like him? Perhaps that instilled a more nurturing and responsible mindset. 

He’s also pleased that she picked up on one of the most important aspects of this type of relationship so early on: asking what your partner wants. She has continuously asked Choso what he likes and what he wants to do, and has incorporated that into the their sessions. It usually takes several weeks for a doll to start doing that regularly. Most either command Choso to do humiliating things just because they get caught up in the power fantasy, or just outright refuse to give him any orders without a ton of prodding and coaching. 

Maybe this doll is simply a natural dom. 

She sits down on his bed and pulls out her phone. Most trainers limit their dolls’ use of their phones, as it can be a distraction from the training, but Choso has never done that. Like his current doll, many of them look online for ideas to use in their sessions, and he appreciates their effort. 

But this one also uses her phone for other things. Her face lights up so prettily when she’s texting her sister. She’s smiling so brightly, she must have read some good news. 

“She’s signed up to start college classes next semester!” she announces, looking proud. 

Choso walks over to sit beside her. “That’s great,” he says, smiling with her. “It sounds like she’s getting her life back on track.”

“I hope so. Maybe this was the push she needed. If it takes giving up ten years of my life to get hers straightened out, it’s worth it.”

He looks at her admiringly. “You’re a wonderful sister.”

She grins, but looks a little bashful. “Thanks. That means a lot.” Then her face turns serious. “Can I ask you something?”

He nods. “Of course.”

“If, when Yuji’s grown up, he started dating someone who was dangerous, who was clearly making his life worse, what would you do?”

Choso considers the question for a moment, then says, “If that person was a real, legitimate threat to Yuji’s safety, I think I would want to kill them.”

Her eyes widen, as if caught off guard by that response. But Choso quickly goes on. “However, doing so would hurt Yuji as well if he were in love with them. So even if I wanted to, I wouldn’t. I think I would just try to watch over him, encourage him to separate from them, and just be there when he needs me.”

There’s a warmth to her expression when she says, “That’s what I’ve been doing. At times I was scared I wasn’t doing enough. Maybe I should have called the cops and reported some of the stuff I knew her boyfriend was involved in. But getting him arrested would have made her cry. And sometimes I felt like I should just butt out and let her live her life how she chooses. In the end, I did neither.”

“In my opinion, you did the right thing,” Choso tells her. 

“Thanks,” she says. “I’m really glad you’re my trainer. I don’t think I could have talked about this with the others.”

Choso laughs. “That’s probably true. I get along with all of them, but they can be a little… eccentric.”

Not long after, the two of them go to the dining hall for dinner. The doll insists Choso sits at the table with her, and she has forbidden him from calling her “Mistress” outside of their sessions. 

“That stuff is fun in bed,” she told him a couple of days ago, “but otherwise, can’t we just be two people getting to know each other? I’d like for us to be friends at the end of this.”

It’s a very unusual attitude to take in this situation, but Choso doesn’t mind it. In fact, Choso is beginning to enjoy the normal conversations they share almost as much as their training sessions. 

She sits down with a plate and begins picking at her food. He finds it charming how she cuts up her meat before starting, probably a habit from taking care of her sister. She doesn’t seem to notice him watching, instead looking out over the room. 

“You know, when I first got here, I assumed all the trainers were depraved perverts,” she says. “Now, I still think they’re pretty depraved, but they also seem nice. I guess I shouldn’t judge people so quickly.”

Then she catches Choso staring at her and adds, “I’m sorry I made assumptions about you.”

He shakes his head. “It’s understandable, considering what I do for a living.”

She smiles at him. “You really are a nice guy, aren’t you?”

He smiles back. “I try.”

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After discovering Choso’s stash of toys and tools, neatly arranged in a bottom dresser drawer of all places, you spent an afternoon looking through them and coming up with ideas. When you spotted a pair of shiny metal handcuffs, you couldn’t resist. 

So today, Choso is lying on his back in his bed, naked, his arms above his head. He’s handcuffed to the headboard, his toned chest rising and falling with his breaths. You’ve already stroked his cock until it’s hard, stopping when you thought he was getting a little too close to the edge. You want to draw this out. 

You’re wearing nothing but a cropped white T-shirt, so short your tits almost hang out beneath it. You can see it in Choso’s eyes - if his hands were free he’d be sliding them under that shirt. But he enjoys being teased, and you intend to make the most of it. 

You climb onto the bed, straddling his legs, your body tantalizingly close to his cock. You haven’t actually fucked him yet, having enough fun with other activities, but you’ve decided you can’t wait any longer. So you scoot closer, until your soft wet pussy presses against the underside of his cock, standing straight up from his body. 

He draws in a sharp breath, his head rising from the pillow to look down as you slide yourself up and down, smearing your juices over his shaft. Even just rubbing your slit against him like this feels amazing. He apparently agrees, as his tip begins leaking and his breaths come faster. 

“Mistress, please…” he moans, looking up at your eyes. 

You keep rubbing as you smile down at him. “Please what?”

He groans as you slide yourself across his tip, getting so close. “Please, let me be inside you…”

When you pause, hovering with your entrance directly above his cock, then lower yourself barely an inch, Choso’s hands jerk at the cuffs, his body bucking off the bed, trying to enter you. But you’re quick to rise up, denying him the pleasure. 

“Bad boy!” you say, pulling away from him. He groans as his head falls back onto the pillow. 

You wait for a moment, watching his cock twitch, before resuming your position just above him. “Can you be good for me?” you ask. 

“Yes, Mistress! I’ll be so good for you!” he says, looking so needy and cute. 

“Then I’ll treat you like a good boy,” you say, finally sinking down onto him, his rock hard cock plunging into you from below. 

“Ah, fuck…” you mutter, realizing perhaps a bit too late that he’s bigger than he looks, more girth than you expected. He’s definitely bigger than any of your previous lovers, and even with him remaining still, letting you control the depth and force, it’s a bit of a challenge to take him all the way in. 

But you do, sliding down until your bottom hits his torso. Choso groans, his head tossed back, his lips parted. “You feel so good, Mistress,” he says. 

You begin riding him, lifting yourself up and down, moving your hips in circular patterns. Your own breaths are hitching now as you keep one hand pressed into his chest and the other snakes up your body, slightly lifting your shirt. Choso jerks against the cuffs again, his eyes glued to your body, clearly desperate to touch you. 

He lifts his hips from the bed each time you sink down, thrusting into you. It’s the only thing he can do, but it’s hitting your sweet spot so perfectly. You moan and move both hands to his shoulders, leaning forward and bracing yourself with your arms. 

“Mistress,” he says, his voice nearly breaking, “can I please… cum inside you?”

“Not yet,” you answer, your face close to his now as your hips keep moving. Leaning forward this way puts pressure on your clit, creating such delicious friction. Only a few minutes of this pushes you over the edge, and you cum on his cock as you say, “Do it, now!”

Choso must have been ready to burst, as he immediately fills your clenching pussy with his cum while looking up into your eyes. You drop down onto him, as deeply as possible, your body trembling. 

For a while, the two of you simply stay like this, him buried inside you, until you both catch your breath. Then you ease off him, cum dripping out of you, and reach for the key to the handcuffs lying on the nightstand. You unlock the cuffs and Choso lowers his arms as you collapse onto him, lying on top of his body. His arms encircle you, and you think you could stay like this forever. 

Later, the two of you are cleaning up when Choso’s phone chimes. He pulls it from his pocket and looks at the screen for a moment before a smile crosses his face. He looks up at you, beaming. 

“Yuji is coming to spend the day with me tomorrow!”

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I hate you more! Part 4

Pairing: Rodrick Heffley x fem!reader

Word count: 1,601

Warnings: angst, drugs, alcoholism, substance abuse

Summary: A classic enemies to lovers! Y/N decided to go to that college party, saw her ex at the party, then Rodrick showed up. Ofc, nothing bad will happen, right? ;)

Author’s note: I've been busy, not much to say, but here's part 4! I'm thinking of ending this series by part 5 and will prolly make it smut :>

Tags: @tomhockstetter7-111 @quadraticmandela @bubbl14 @iliterallydontexistlol @avihtoria

Rodrick agreed to your offer that you'll split the $100 a week with him if he cooperates and takes it seriously. This also means that your session for that day can end early so you can go to said college party. You quickly said your goodbyes to the Heffleys and went home to get ready. This was your first time sneaking out to a party in an entirely new town so you were kind of nervous, mostly because you're worried someone might recognize you at the party, which is why you chose one that's quite far (sort of). This also means taking the bus at night to a part of town you've never been to. It was all so scary but exciting for you, and you just longed to be surrounded by strangers. You were so deep in thought while waiting for the bus that you failed to notice Bill, Loded Diper's lead vocals. You've seen him a couple of times when you were at the Heffleys, and you've also confirmed with Rodrick that Bill is around 35 years old.

Shoot! You begged and hoped he did not see or recognize you. Luckily enough, you saw the bus rounding the corner just before Bill eyed you curiously. When he finally recognized you and was in the process of calling out to you, you had already boarded the bus. There weren't a lot of people riding the bus or even waiting for the bus so you breathe a sigh of relief as the bus drove away before Bill could catch up to you. You immediately slouched back to one of the seats and relaxed a bit.

You were nearing the party when your phone rang. It was a common friend between you and your ex, they were the one who initially told you about the party. Your heart sank when you saw the words on your screen, "I'm so sorry Y/N, I know you wanna go to this party to escape but I heard that he might be there!"

Great! You said to yourself. Your ex is gonna be at the party. Your mind goes to the worst case scenario where your ex is already hanging out with some hot new girl, making out at some corner or whatever, and you'll be there, not knowing anyone and being awkward and all. You're typically confident in your social skills but you can't seem to shake this nervousness and inferiority complex whenever you're around your ex. Your ex is 5 years older than you, and you had always thought he was so cool, that is until he started bringing girls to his college dorm. He assured you that nothing had happened, and maybe nothing did, but you knew that that was not how you wanted to be treated.

The bus stopped at a screeching halt and you walked out to greet the cold evening air. You wore a slightly oversized leather jacket over a plain white shirt and a black mini skirt. You wanted to appear cool but not trying too hard but with all this nervousness, you decided that your first agenda for the night is to get some alcohol in you. From the bus stop, it was only a 3-minute walk to the house. It was already getting late so no one was checking who was coming in and out of the house, which makes it easy for you to sneak in.

As soon as you stepped in, the music was blaring, college kids were drinking and dancing and groping each other, and making out. It was utter chaos, and for someone who likes to be organized, it was funny finding peace amidst the chaos. You went into the kitchen and found a couple of hard liquor, you went in for the kill. After just a few drinks, you found yourself walking to where people were dancing and started swaying your hips. One of your hands holding a cup while the other one freely roamed and caressed the rest of your body. You weren't sure how long you danced but you've noticed that another hand was also exploring your body. You turned to see that it was your ex.

"What are you doing here, Y/N?" He asked.

"I could ask you the same thing," you slurred which gave away the fact that you were already slightly intoxicated.

"Well, I for one am a college student, this is a college party." He said.

"In that case, why don't you go find some college girls to invite back to your dorm huh?" You said as you pushed his hands away. You tried walking away from him but he quickly yanked your arm which made you yelped. The music was loud to begin with but he yanked it so abruptly and out of nowhere that you were sure your voice pierced through the loud noise.

"Hey man, let her go."

Wait a minute. You know that voice. No no no, it can't be. Your ex was blocking the person who just spoke but as soon as he turned to see who it was, you kew your suspicions were right. It was Rodrick. Of course, Bill would tell him he saw you at the bus stop. Your mind ran frantically at all the possible situations that could unravel.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Rodrick. Let her go, I mean, don't bother Y/N."

You can tell he was nervous. Your ex was more muscular than Rodrick, and you don't know Rodrick well enough, but you can tell he has never been in a fight before. Your ex, on the other hand, has been in plenty. Although, he has been in reasonable fights and not petty ones, you try to convince yourself that as long as Rodrick doesn't do anything stupid, you can easily walk out of here in one piece.

"You don't want me bothering Y/N?" Your ex asked slowly, almost mockingly.

"Yeah, that's what I said, butt breathe!"

Butt breathe? Where in the hell did he learned that insult? You decided to step in.

"Come on, Rodrick, let's go." You walked past your ex and grabbed Rodrick by the arm.

"Yeah, you're lucky, Y/N is here to stop me because if not, I would've showed you what it's like to get your teeth punched, I mean like knocked out...get your teeth knocked out from punching."

You hear your ex scoffed at Rodrick's attempt to scare him. And with you grabbing Rodrick's arm and rushing to get out of that house, the last thing you heard was your ex calling out to you, "I'll see you soon, Y/N".

~

Rodrick had drove all the way to the house party when Bill texted him he saw you at the bus stop. And so, with the events that had just happened, you weren't surprised that the ride back was just pure silence.

You can tell Rodrick would look at you every now and then, trying to come up with something to say, but you were blankly staring at the road. The truth is that the breakup had left you feeling hurt and unwanted. Seeing your ex at the party and feeling his hands on you made you yearn for something, well, physical. You were embarassed at this fact but what can you do?

Rodrick coughed, probably in an attempt for you to look at him. You slowly looked at him, and he smiled. His smile was all teeth but his brows were wrinkled like the top part of his face was worried yet he was attempting a smile. It was the most ludicrous smile you had ever seen that you couldn't help but let out a small giggle.

"What?" He asked smiling back.

"Nothing. It's just that you have an ugly smile." You said as you let out a heartily laugh.

"Don't knock it 'til you try it."

"What? Try smiling like that?"

"Yeah." He said slowly, smiling.

You didn't realized it immediately but did he mean something else entirely? You looked back at him, he was focused on the road. You were probably 20 minutes away from home at that point.

"Thank you."

"What for?"

"Hmmm," you thought, "for protecting my honor."

Rodrick seemed proud when you said it that you saw him made his usual grin. You were grateful but at the same time, you just love teasing him.

"Although, you really need to work on your insults."

"What's wrong with them?" He genuinely asked as he turned a corner to where your houses are at.

"A lot!" You said and giggled as he slowly pulled to the front of your house so as not to wake your parents. You quickly said thank you again as you opened the passenger door to his Loded Diper van.

"Maybe.." he said. You paused just as you were stepping out of the van.

"Yeah?" You asked, as if you were hoping for something, the tone evident in your voice. Rodrick looked at you, and you thought that for the first time, he held your gaze.

"Maybe you can teach me how to properly insult someone, next time?"

You smiled, "Of course!" You replied, and before you know it, your entire body was moving on its own as you leaned in and planted a soft kiss on his check. He was surprised as you are as you both stared at each other for a few more seconds before you said goodnight and hopped out of his van. As you walked to your front door, you turned to wave goodbye to him and he waved back, smiling.

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