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starkeyssweetheart · 2 days ago

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chapter one: souvenir ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

summary: on the anniversary of you leaving town, you return for your parents vow renewal, only to be met with the reason you left.

warnings: seeing your ex after one year no contact, cheating accusations, miscommunication, implicit mention of drugs / rehab, a lot of angst

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the grave reality of your situation doesn’t settle in until your walking on the makeshift aisle, a path of rose petals on the sand of your favourite beach. the music swells as you walk to the beat of the wedding march, clutching your bouquet of peonies with more force than necessary.

your eyes remain frontward, never deviating off course and to the standing audience of familiar faces you’d ran away from a year ago. you still feel his eyes on you.

an invisible pull, forcibly dragging you back to him. don’t look, don’t look, you repeat the mantra in your head, reminding yourself of the danger of getting your heart broken again. instead your mind wonders. is this a sign from the universe? maybe it means something? or maybe it doesn’t and you just want it to because you miss him like you miss air when you hold your breath.

you don’t listen to your parents’ vow renewals, knowing you’d be mentally rolling your eyes at the fake display of love that you knew all too well wasn’t true. in reality, your father was never home and your mother was having an affair.

besides, you didn’t want to be within a ten foot radius of a couple, let alone one declaring their undying love for one another.

deep breaths, you remind yourself, and the next think you know, you’re sitting at the beach bar of the country club with an ocean view, sipping at a diet coke with a melancholy expression. you’d spent the last few hours making the rounds, of course, answering the obnoxious questions about where you’d been the past year. it wasn’t like you could spill all the gruesome details.

and then you feel it. even though nothing is physically touching you at all. you feel it in your soul. he leans against the bar and it takes every ounce of strength in your body to not look at him. working your hardest to steady your breathing without being too obvious, you see his smirk in the corner of your eye.

“hey, sweetheart,” he says, voice softer than you expected. your heart drops, or whatever bloody part of it he left behind when he ripped it out — his twisted version of souvenir. “‘s good to see you.”

his causal demeanour leaves you in shock and your head darts towards him. it hits you all at once. he looks so different, but exactly the same. his brown hair, resembling a golden halo in the evening sunset, cropped now. older now, but healthier. his eyes are no longer dark, his expression no longer troubles. clean shaven. his signet ring (the one you’d previously been wearing every day without fail) on his thumb.

you fight the old urge to stumble into his arms; he’d catch you without a second thought. you stare at his smirking lips before you meet his eyes. a million memories rush through your head and you worry you won’t make anymore again. just when you thought your heart couldn’t break anymore.

with your doe eyes staring up at him, he doesn’t know if he can hold back. he’d never missed a person like this before. he never had to until you left him.

“you’re avoiding me,” he states causally, taking your coke and gulping it down with his lips quirking up into an amused smirk at your glare. he knows your anger is short-lived for something small like this. however, your unresolved anger over the breakup had been festering for a year.

“i am,” you say quietly, unable to turn away from his face. he looks healthier than how you left him; you can’t help but remember the red rims under his dilated eyes when you dumped him.

you stick your nose in the air, remember the pep talk kiara gave you over the phone before returning to obx. she’d laughed when you told her you wouldn’t love him anymore; “just don’t let him see it,” she had responded.

he smirks, thoroughly amused by your defiance. your long lashes flutter against your cheeks as you shut them, taking another deep breath. “what do you want from me, rafe?” you ask, cutting to the chase, unable to keep the hurt from showing on your face and imagining kie scolding you for it.

your eyes hold, his eyes softening unimaginably, the way they only did for you. his jaw clenches and unclenches before he finally speaks gruffly. “we need to talk. you can’t keep running from this. from me.”

he was right; it was impossible to keep away. although you expected this conversation to happen eventually, you couldn’t help but let out a huff of air. “why can’t I?”

his lips tug up and you raise an eyebrow at his amusement. “you can’t run, bambi,” he teases, using the nickname sarah used to call you for your clumsiness. ever since you were a child, your uniquely long limbs meant you fell down a lot. luckily, you trained yourself to walk straight even in heels, saving yourself from a lot of embarrassment.

you glare at him, the look unusual on your typically kind features. he smirks and says “hah” and you can’t help but miss him. the year apart was supposed to have healed you, made you independent, but instead you feel emptier than ever. after all, he’d been a part of your life for the past fifteen years.

“what’s there to talk about, rafe?” you ask, standing now. you don’t miss how his blue eyes flicker over you figure, scrutinising you lilac dress that clings to your body like second skin. he meets your eyes again, his hand tapping the bar repeatedly. “you cheated on me,” you remind him, your own words cutting you deeply, a sharp reminder of your grief.

his face twists with an emotion you can no longer distinguish. anger? disappointment? remorse? discomfort? maybe none of them. you can’t help but tense, realising how disconnected you are now. the clench of his fists lets you settle on anger.

rafe moves closer, towering over you as he leans down to meet your doe eyed gaze. “i swear to you, princess. i did not fucking cheat on you.” his fists are clenched by his sides when you shake your head in disbelief, no longer wanting to look at him.

“stop lying to me!” you say, voice raising an octave with hurt. it was very rare that you were anything but graceful and collected in public and you quickly regain your composure. your eyes flicker to your surroundings, wondering if anyone was watching. the last thing you wanted was to be caught off guard at an event your family was hosting. your only met with the concerned gaze of sarah from the other side of the beach bar.

you shake your head again, not wanting to hear more of his lies. “please, i’m begging you, baby. just let me explain this. don’t ruin us over a misunderstanding.” his pinky finger grazes yours and you flinch at the spark, pulling your hand away before he could make contact.

“there is no us,” you tell him coldly, wrapping your arms around yourself for comfort as you remind yourself of the harsh reality.

it’s only then when sarah reaches your side, giving her brother a meaningful look. rafe lets it go, taking a step back and cursing under his breath. the hurt in his eyes is noticeable, even though he looks way healthier than a year ago.

you frown. his jaw clenches. sarah pulls you away, and you can’t help but wonder if there’s nothing left between the two of you. he’s your best friend - always has been and probably always will be - but his betrayal cut you deeper than anyone else’s could have.

“i meant what i said!” he calls after you. upon turning around one last time, you notice topper pulling a bottle of vodka from his grip as he stares after you. shaking your head, you turn your back on him again.

you excuse yourself from your best friend’s presence, ignoring the excessive stares you’re receiving as you slip to the bathroom. you hadn’t missed this, the fishbowl effect as pope once called it, but you’d rather face them than your ex.

after locking the door and letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, a terrible realisation dawns on you. one that you knew all this time. no time or distance apart could really stop it. you still love rafe.

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marvelandponder · 1 hour ago

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I'm gonna speak from my experience and it's probably going to be different than OP's and that's okay

I had super bad social anxiety from about 10th grade through most of university. I straight up believed that if I didn't have anything "worthwhile" to say, it was a burden to say anything at all, because then you'd be subjecting people to a painfully awkward social interaction they didn't want

So basically everything I had to say wasn't "worth it" and I felt like I was failing every social interaction, or cowarding out by hiding myself away when it became too exhausting

I think over the course of those years I had about 4 or 5 therapists?

Each was helpful for different reasons but the one that was the most helpful was a guy who had me write out what I believed about socializing. And we picked them apart until we got to the underlying truth

The one that really stuck out to me was we basically got to a point where he was like "so you believe human beings are inherently judgemental"

That didn't feel right. Like, yeah, we have automatic passing thoughts, but most people don't really care about what's weird with others for more than few seconds. Then they're focused on themselves again

So that stuck out to me as a belief I could revise. Where were examples of when people didn't care about me being awkward or not knowing how to socialize?

We devised a plan to test the new theory

I was in university at the time, and there were scheduled meet ups in our LGBTQA+ centre's on campus. That seemed like a pretty safe place to try things- I had even been there before

So I went. I went a few times. It was still tough sometimes but I started to feel more safe saying things, contributing to set discussion topics, or just being quiet when I didn't have anything to add (and not beating myself up for having nothing to add)

That built a little bit of confidence, then I had a few job experiences that helped too. At first those sucked - I would have panic attacks sometimes. But then around the time I was doing this therapy, I got one where I could tell my managers first thing, hey, I've got anxiety, this is what it might look like if I have a panic attack. And I didn't have a single one that term, or the term after.

I built up confidence just by reinforcing my new beliefs that people really weren't as hyperfocused as I was. I became more social - I had a cubicle of three other students around me, so I joined in on their discussions and even had a good time

Fast forward a few years, I'm now more comfortable and confident in any social situation than ever. I call with friends every week, I go out with my partner and do all sorts of stuff together, I have this huge community of people around me in all kinds of capacities!

I'm not you, and what worked for me isn't gonna be what works for you. Also? It's valid as fuck to not be in a place where you can at all comfortably socialize with any human beings at all, and to be there for so long that you just straight give up. Or maybe it's all you've ever known

That's fucking valid and you don't need to feel ashamed for it. And also, in my personal experience as someone who couldn't socialize without anxiety for several very formative years, people can become social

Doesn't mean you have to, or that one is better than the other. I'm just saying I was in a big doomer place before about my own ability to socialize and if I was talking to my past self, she'd be so fucking relieved to hear that things get better and she doesn't have panic attacks about talking to people anymore. She actually likes it

people are way way too generous in assuming that you can just “learn to be social” and everyone will welcome you with open arms and forgive you forever for all the years you spent not talking to people. sorry no. if you don’t start out social you never get the opportunity to become social. people assume that’s just how you are and treat you accordingly, and it becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy

#still an introvert tho lol

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dahlibae · 2 days ago

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hiii i really really love your writing and your blog!! it’s so so pretty <33. i also adore your mommy wanda :). some ideas! (as per your latest post)

I literally cannot stop thinking about coming home drunk to mommy wanda after being out with your friends, and being so so affectionate with her and wanting to kiss her all night. she wants to get you to bed because it’s late and you can be stubborn, and somewhere along the way you tell her you’re wet. just her undressing you and you sweetly showing her how wet you are and how badly you want her, even though you’re too drunk for sex. she tries to soothe you and cuddles you to sleep despite your whines and whimpers as you fight bedtime.

hii nonniee! ehh thank you, you’re so sweet hehehe. i love writing for mommy wanda so much, she’s just so kind and pwetty and lovin! :3

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yes! to follow from your idea… you’d literally be like bambi, stumbling over your feet as you make your way into the house. wanda would notice your arrival and make her way down the stairs when she finally catches sight of you, and to her, you look sooo adorable! your cheeks flushed and eyes glassy from both alcohol and the cold night, as you struggle with an ice cream container, mumbling under your breath about, “how stupid it is to put lids on ice cream.” actually, she should be reprimanding you for trying to eat ice cream at this night. it was one of mommy rules… you can have only one bowl of ice cream a day before bed, and you already had todays before you went out. but she can’t help but laugh at your antics and when you finally notice her, you’ve suddenly lost all interest in the ice cream, placing it against the countertop along the way to run into her already open arms. wanda’s nose would crinkle at the smell of alcohol lingering on you and yet she’d still bury her face into the top of your hair, inhaling your scent - her own shampoo and conditioner - deeply.

“did you enjoy hanging out with your friends?” she’d ask, and you’d pull away slightly, reaching on your tiptoes with a small pout on your face as you lean in… clearly you were feeling not all that talkative and very clingy. wanda ofc wouldn’t be able to resist, and so, she’d place a chaste kiss to your lips before attacking your cheeks, and your nose, and your chin… and you’d step out of her grasp, your girlish giggles quickly becoming little hiccups, so she’d take the initiative to grab your hands, “cmon baby, let’s get you to bed huh?”

the move from the kitchen to the bedroom would be a bit of a blur for you, considering you managed to walk into the walls a few times… and wanda - failing to hold her laughter back - had to carry you the rest of the way. safely in your room, she’d try to put you down on the bed but you wouldn’t have it, clinging even tighter to the tall woman as you whined your dislike into the crook of her neck. she’d try to steady you, her voice soft but firm, telling you that, “it’s time for bed,” but you’re stubborn, leaning into her warmth, murmuring about how much you love her, how much you need her right now. you’d shiver, heat instead of the earlier cold now spreading through your chest, and somewhere in your rambling, you begin to tug at the waistband of your skirt, tugging the material down your legs as far as you could.

wanda obviously knew you were wet. she could practically feel you, your drenched panties doing nothing to protect you, but she knew now wasn’t the time... her baby needed to rest! and so, she managed to set you down, fingers working quick to undress you, and your touches grew more insistent, lips brushing against her jaw, your voice a sweet but needy whisper, telling her how badly you want her, how you’ve wanted her all night and can’t wait any longer. she’d hush you, hands warm and soothing as she tucks you under the duvet and a mountain of blankets, promising that, “you’ll have all of tomorrow to play with mommy.”

and despite your whines and little protests, she’d manage to get you settled, holding you close as you snuggle into her, fingers occasionally wandering, your lips pressing sleepy kisses to her bare skin. she’d stroke your hair, her voice soft, as she murmurs for you to go to sleep, her patience endless as she calms you with gentle reassurances. eventually, the warmth of her embrace and the soothing rhythm of her voice would lull you into a deep sleep. your stubbornness melting away as you finally surrender to rest in her warm arms.

#dahlibae fics! ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡#mommy wanda vibes :3 #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x y/n

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volatilebrat4103 · 1 day ago

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2 birds, one stone - NSFW!

Caitlyn Kiramman x Butch f!reader

First time writing smut, hope it meets the standard

Here she is yet again cleaning up one of the numerous messes her daughter has created…again. “This is becoming ridiculous! She never listens, it’s as if she is purposefully being a disobedient little deviant” Cassandra Rambles on, her frustration growing with a crease of her brows. “She will rebel Cassandra, she is at that age, we have all been where she is-“ Tobius is cut off by a fuming Cassandra. “She is a Kiramman, we do not behave like Vagabonds!” Her voice raises before quickly regaining her composure with a deep breath.

Cassandra’s eyes narrow as her gaze drifts toward the window as if searching for a glimpse of her wayward daughter. “I swear, sometimes I think she takes after you more then me.” The hint of disappointment and irritation in her voice is unmistakable.

Tobius clears his throat, trying not to be offended by his wife’s words, however his expression is sympathetic. “Perhaps, it’s time to reconsider your approach? Caitlyn is growing older, and-“ Cassandra’s laughter cuts him off, the sound tinged with a hint of desperation. “Reconsider my approach? You think I haven’t tried everything? I’ve been patient, firm and understanding. Nothing seems to work with her, she isn’t a child anymore, yet she continues to act like one”

As she speaks, her frustration building, her words tumbling out in a rush. Tobius listened attentively, his expression a mask of calm concern for both his wife and daughter. But beneath the surface, a spark of understanding seems to flicker.

After a beat of silence and failing attempts to calm herself down Cassandra huffs in annoyance, rising from her seat drawing Tobius’s attention. “I am having tea with Y/M/N Y/L/N today, I would hate to be late” she answers his unspoken question making her way out the door. Tobius can only watch her leave, his expression thoughtful. He knew the look in her eyes and her tone, she would need something stronger than tea to calm her down.

It doesn’t take long for her to reach the Y/L/N estate where she is warmly invited in by the butler who guides her to the back garden where Y/M/N is patiently waiting for her with a fresh cup of tea.

After some time, their cups are empty, “care for another?” Y/M/N gestures toward the teapot, Cassandra can only nod. Just as she reaches for the pot she is stopped by an elegantly dressed woman, “Good day Mrs Kiramman” she greets pour the women their tea, Cassandra stares in amazement and curiosity at the familiar woman. “Mother, I have some business to attend to” she speaks up once she places the teapot down. “Must you really? It is supposed to be your day off” Y/M/N says exasperatedly looking up to her towering daughter, “Mother” Y/N warns respectfully.

“Ensure you are home for dinner for once” she sternly says as her daughter nods in understanding, placing a kiss to her mother’s cheek then turning to Cassandra, “Mrs Kiramman” placing a kiss to her glove covered hand before taking her leave. Once she is gone Cassandra returns her attention to her friend, “Is that Y/N?” she asks curiously stirring her tea as the latter nods, “quiet the charmer now” she smiles remembering when Y/N was just a small girl.

“How do you do it?” Cassandra finally asks flabbergasted, “do what?” Y/M/N retorts confused, looking over the brim of her cup. “Your daughter is so respectful and truly…picture perfect” Cassandra explains. “Oh, she is far from perfect” Y/M/N shakes her head with a sign causing Cassandra to frown.

“Caitlyn refuses to listen to me, always scheming something” Cassandra huffs out in annoyance, “at least your daughter has a life” Y/M/N sighs stirring her tea confusing the other woman. “Y/N works non-stop, her father and I have tried countless times to get her out and enjoy life whilst she is still young” she explains, shaking her head in disappointment. “Surely her partner is able to pull her away from work” Cassandra asks knowing personally how Tobius has pulled her away for a much-needed break countless times.

“At this point I have very little faith she will even marry” Y/M/N says exasperatedly only confusing Cassandra more. “You expect me to believe she is single” She huffs out a chuckle. “She hasn’t brought home a girl since she was 14, she’s too engrossed in her work” Y/M/N squeezes the bridge of her nose, eyes screwed shut, the admission leaves Cassandra speechless.

“If only someone would just bed her perhaps, she will ease up” Y/M/N admits drawing yet another chuckle from Cassandra, “a testament I hold to Caitlyn too” she says over the brim of her cup. Just then both women’s eyes snap to each other, seemingly having the same thoughts.

“Say, is that daughter of yours seeing anyone?” Y/M/N curiously asks Cassandra, a sly smile etched on her face. “As a matter of fact she isn’t” she answers with a matching smile. “Perhaps they could…alleviate each other’s stress” she adds on innocently stirring her tea. “How does dinner sound? I’ll host” Y/M/N suggests with a smirk, “dinner sounds perfect” Cassandra agrees, both women smiling over the brims of their cups.

Once they conclude their tea, they bid farewell and part ways, Cassandra heading back to the Kiramman estate t inform her family of the plans for the evening.

“Hi, my love” Tobius greets taking her coat before leading her to the living room and preparing her some tea, as he finishes pouring them tea Caitlyn strolls in clad in her enforcer uniform taking a seat next to her father where Tobius offers her a cup which she gratefully accepts.

“We are joining the Y/L/N’s for dinner this evening” Cassandra announces, “enjoy your evening out” Caitlyn dismisses turning to speak to her father. “And you will be joining” her word’s leaving little room for argument, Caitlyn is about to protest but the stern look held by her mother told her otherwise.

Later that evening Caitlyn follows behind her parents as the approach the Y/L/N estate where Tobius knocks on the door only to have Y/D/N answer the door with a warm smile, greeting the family whilst ushering them inside. “It is lovely to see you again” he greets the couple who return the pleasantries, “and there she is” he turns to Caitlyn, “you have certainly grown since I last saw you” he jokes as she smiles politely.

“Come on, follow me, Y/M/N has been eagerly awaiting your arrival” he leads the family to the dining room where a large spread is being set on the table. “I’m so glad you guys could make it” she quickly greets the couple before looking Caitlyn up and down nodding her head in approval to Cassandra, confusing the bluenette.

“Do take a seat, my apologies my daughter is running late” she says as they all take place at the table, “is she still working?” Cassandra asks remembering their conversation earlier gaining Caitlyn’s attention having remembered the Y/L/N girl when they were younger. “Unfortunately, she’s always working too much, I cannot begin to count the number of dinners she has missed” Y/D/N sighs, placing a comforting hand on his wife’s shoulder.

As dinner continues the two couples fall into easy conversations leaving Caitlyn pushing her food around her plate in boredom. Just then the front door is hear followed by a husky voice, “sorry I’m late, I was caught up wit-“ her worsa fall short as she walks into the room only expecting to find her parents.

“My apologies, I didn’t realise we had guests” Y/N says nervously adjusting her dishevelled outfit, some grease smudged on her face and her short hair no longer neatly slicked back. Caitlyn’s jaw drops as she eyes Y/N, oh how she had aged like fine wine. “It’s alright sweetheart, come join us” Y/D/N gestures to the seat across from Caitlyn, however she walks past the seat greeting Tobius with a firm handshake, moving on to Cassandra where she places a kiss to her hand.

Finally, she walks over to Caitlyn whose eyes have yet to stray form her, “lovely to see you again Caitlyn” Y/N bows slightly placing a warm kiss to her hand, the action flustering the young Kiramman as a light pink dusts her cheeks. Y/N takes her seat opposite the flustered woman.

“Again, I apologise for my lateness and dishevelled attire, I tend to get aught up in my work” Y/N directs at her guests who nod in acceptance before continuing their previous conversations. Y/N turns her attention to Caitlyn who still has not stopped staring, “you’ve changed a lot” Caitlyn mutters out, “as have you, you’re looking even more beautiful then I remember” Y/N’s charming smile has her heart fluttering as they fall into easy conversation.

Once dinner is finished the families make their way to the living room where they all enjoy a drink in front of the fireplace. I do be your pardon, but I must get back to my work” Y/N stands from her seat earning everyone’s attention. “Must you really, we have guests” Y/D/N speaks up, his tone holding slight disappointment. “I do apologize for my tardiness, but I hope you understand that I unfortunately have to finish up my work” Y/N bows her head as an apology, the admission leaving Cassandra and Y/M/N disappointed for their plan.

Just as she is about to walk away she makes eye contact with Caitlyn before turning to her, “You are more than welcome to join me, I would hate for you to sit unentertained” she offers her hand, this catches the mothers ears as they perk up. Caitlyn takes her hand eagerly allowing the taller woman to guide her through the house to her bedroom.

“Sorry about the mess” Y/n says as they venture further into the room, walls covered in books and gadgets, one side of the room a large work space resembling that of a lab where half built inventions sit, a desk covered in equations and blue prints, then finally a bed adoring the furthest side of the room, black silk sheets decorating the space that seems untouched.

Caitlyn takes her time to explore the room curiously running her hands along the shelves and gadgets before stopping at the bed where she takes a seat, crossing her legs elegantly. “Is this the work that has you so occupied?” she asks watching as the taller woman runs a hand through her greasy hair, the action alone causing her to salivate. “Partially, yes. Most of these are experimental miniature models for my actual work” Y/N explains shedding her jacket and button up leaving her in a skin-tight vest that leaves little to the imagination and has Caitlyn rubbing her thighs together.

“Do you always work so much, or do you actually have a life?” she asks as Y/N begins fiddling with a gadget, swapping between it and the pages surrounding it. “Work is my life” Y/N shrugs her shoulders continuing her ministrations. Caitlyn takes a minute to rake her eyes over the woman, her muscles flexing with every movement, how her abs are clearly visible through the tight shirt, her wide shoulders moving with every breath she takes and how her full breasts complement her toned chest. Caitlyn is growing hungry and oh how she is determined to get what she wants.

“What no time for your girlfriend?” she asks desperately hoping she was single, “no girlfriend unless you consider my work that, then no” Y/N answers with a chuckle. “I find that hard to believe” Caitlyn mocks causing Y/N to look at her confused. “I’m sure you have woman falling at your feet, you’ve always been a charmer” she says leaning back on her hands. “I’m sorry?” Y/N asks cluelessly, turning to Caitlyn, sweat decorating her skin in all the right ways making Caitlyn’s mouth water.

“You can’t be the oblivious” Caitlyn scoffs as she stands up with her arms crossed raising a brow causing Y/N to tilt her head and furrow her brows. “Come on just look at you” Caitlyn gestures to Y/N who looks down at herself then back at Caitlyn with a shrug of her shoulders, Caitlyn’s annoyance only growing as she just turns on her heel with shake of her head.

Y/N shakes her head and continues her previous task annoying the Kiramman further. “You are something else” she comments to the muscular woman who continues working, “and why is that?” Y/N asks the frustrated woman however Caitlyn says nothing in response simply watching the Y/L/N woman.

After half an hour or boredom and yearning Caitlyn finally speaks up, “You work too much” she says into the silent room, “I beg to differ” Y/N answers still fixing the gadget, somehow another smudge of grease wound up on her face. Caitlyn gets up making her way to the woman from behind, “I know something else you could work on” her voice sultry as she runs her hands up Y/N’s arms causing the woman to freeze, her pulse quickening.

Caitlyn slowly leaves open mouth kisses against the exposed skin of Y/N’s shoulder, her hands trailing down to the hem of her pants causing Y/N’s breath to hitch. “I think you need a little break from all this work let me show you how to have a good time” Caitlyn slurs against her skin, taking control of the situation, using her experience to seduce and dominate the taller woman. Y/N’s breathing speeds up at the implications of her words and the light touches against her skin.

Without warning Y/N turns around slamming her lips against Caitlyn’s shocking her as she responds with an unexpected moan. Y/N is quick to take control of their endeavours shocking the Kiramman further, her being used to having her way having all the victims of seduction whimpering messes beneath her, she finds it strange but can’t help but submit to her. Their hands roam each other’s bodies, studying every curve and crevice leaving behind burning desire as they stumble to the bed.

“Mmm looks like someone’s eager” Caitlyn teases pulling away from the kiss, her hands reaching for Y/N’s top where it’s quickly discarded on the floor. “And I think you’d sound better screaming my name” Y/N makes quick work of tearing Caitlyn’s shirt in half, peeling the torn fabric from her exposing her voluptuous breasts making Y/N growl.

Y/N attaches her lips to Caitlyn’s neck, ensuring to mark the woman, claiming her like a prize, her mouth venturing further down her chest leaving a trail of bites and marks in her wake leaving the Kiramman a moaning and squirming mess. Eventually she reaches the soft flesh of her breasts dragging her teeth against the sensitive skin before taking her nipple in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the bud before sucking harshly causing her to throw her head back with deep moan.

Y/N keeps at it for a few minutes, occasionally switching between the mounds making sure to mark them up. “P-please” the words escape Caitlyn’s mouth shocking her, never in her life had she found herself in this position, never mind begging. Nevertheless Y/N listens, harshly throwing Caitlyn on her bed before climbing on top of her, claiming her lips with her own once more, her hands groping at Caitlyn’s breasts earning delicious sounds from the woman below her who can’t help but arch her back into her, wrapping her legs around her waist.

“P-please” Caitlyn stutters out again as Y/N once again moves down to her neck, “what is it princess?” Y/N teases against Caitlyn’s skin. “P-pl-please t-touch me” Caitlyn is falling apart so easily under her touch, something she has never experienced before, “I am touching you kitten” the nickname has Caitlyn moaning, bucking her hips for any sort of friction leaving Y/N to chuckle at her eagerness. She moves back up to Caitlyn’s ear, her voice low and husky, “tell me what you want me to do…kitten” she punctuates her sentence with a nip at her earlobe leaving Caitlyn shuddering.

“Please...a-anything just touch me” Caitlyn is a squabbling mess beneath her, her body shaking with desperation boosting Y/N’s ego. “Anything? Don’t say I didn’t warn you kitten” she whispers in her ear before making her way back down the bluenette’s body, traveling further to subtly toned stomach reaching closer to where she desperately needed her. Y/N moves her waistband down slightly placing wet, open mouth kisses to the spot before looking up to catch Caitlyn’s eyes.

“Can I?” Y/N asks with her hands patiently waiting on the waistband, Caitlyn desperately nods, “use your words kitten” Y/N demands, her nails scratching down the sides of Caitlyn’s waist. “Yes, yes please” with her word’s Y/N is quick to pull down both her pants and panties discarding them somewhere on the floor. “Fuck kitten look at this pretty little pussy” Y/N pulls back to admire the woman before her, bare and exposed all for her to use and devour.

She runs her hand over the porcelain skin of Caitlyn’s thighs, enjoying the reactions she is getting from her, “who’s eager now kitten?” she teases the whimpering woman beneath her. “Shut up” Caitlyn bites back embarrassed however she instantly regrets it when she sees Y/N’s reaction. “Oh, is that so?” the evil smirk on her face makes Caitlyn shudder whether in fear or excitement she doesn’t know.

“I think you need to be taught a lesson” Y/N grabs Caitlyn’s jaw forcing her to look into her eyes, “bad girls get punished” she teases turning Caitlyn over on her stomach before pulling her hips up leaving her ass on full display for her. “Be a good girl and stay still, don’t move a muscle” Y/N demands before getting off the bed and rummage in a cupboard, however Caitlyn doesn’t dare move a muscle battling her thoughts when she hears a belt followed by a zipper, oh she is desperate.

Y/N climbs back on the bed leaning over Caitlyn to cuff her hands to the bedframe causing her gasp at not only the restraints but the feeling of a slick hard member glide against her dripping folds, the leather strap cold against the bare skin of her ass. “Be a good girl and I just might let you cum” Y/N comments rutting her hips forward teasingly as Caitlyn moans at the friction against her aching core.

With that Y/N removes herself from Caitlyn’s body, settling behind her where without warning she brings her hand down harshly against her backside causing Caitlyn to jolt forward with a guttling moan, she can’t help but clench her thighs in a desperate attempt to get some relief. Then comes another followed by several more leaving Caitlyn a whimpering mess, her thighs coated in her own slick, the ache between her legs becoming painful.

“Such a good little slut, look how wet you are” Y/N teases, dragging her long digits along Caitlyn’s dripping folds. “You’re being such a good girl, maybe you deserve a reward, what do you say kitten?” Y/N’s hands scratch down her back. “Yes, please please please” Caitlyn is almost in tears with desperation, never in her life has she ever been put in this position in her life and goddammit she is loving every second of it.

“Good little kitten” Y/N husks aligning her faux cock with Caitlyn’s dripping cunt, “You ready princess?” she husks again, the tip teasing her entrance. “Y-yes” Caitlyn gasps out followed by a pornographic moan she was sure everyone downstair heard as Y/N plunged all nine inches deep inside her, not giving her a chance to adjust before setting a brutal pace.

Y/N can’t help but admire the way Caitlyn’s pretty pussy swallows her cock so perfectly, watching the toy disappear and reappear covered in her slick, the squelching noises almost enough to get her off alone. She feels Caitlyn’s walls clenching around the toy, her moans becoming incoherent and louder, “You better not cum kitten or there will be consequences” Y/N warns with a hard thrust sending Caitlyn jolting forward.

Caitlyn however doesn’t listen, letting herself fall over the edge with moan, Y/N lets her ride out her high before whispering in her ear with a sadistic smirk, “oh kitten you just fucked up,” at her words Caitlyn gulps as she is turned onto her back, hands still cuffed to the bed, “you’ll be begging me to stop” the look in her eyes sends shivers down Caitlyn’s spine as she waits in anticipation…

Oh, how she regrets not listening to her, only 8 orgasms in she is a shaking mess whilst Y/N devours her red swollen pussy, her face slick with her juices as she eats her like Caitlyn’s her last meal. Y/N dips her tongue in her entrance, Caitlyn’s walls deliciously squeezing her in all the right ways, before she pulls out leaving Caitlyn whining at the loss only to be cut off with a loud moan as Y/N replaces her tongue with 3 of her digits. “That’s it kitten, you’re taking me so well, such a good girl” with that Y/N reattaches her mouth to her bundle of nerves, her teeth pulling at the sensitive skin.

She is quick to suck the bundle of nerves into her mouth harshly before laying quick, long licks, “come on kitten, you wanted this, cum for me” with her words and the fingers pumping harshly in and out of her overstimulated pussy sends her hurtling over the edge into her 9th orgasm. “That’s it princess, such a good girl” Y/N coos helping her ride out her high. Once Caitlyn comes back down from her high Y/N aligns her strap once more with her entrance, “I can’t” Caitlyn cries out, fucked out and overstimulated. “yes, you can, give me one more babygirl” Y/N says as she uncuffs Caitlyn’s hands which automatically attach themselves to her back, dragging them down at Y/N slowly inserts her strap.

“One more for me kitten, can you do that?” she asks, the pace slow and sensual as Caitlyn nods eagerly, her legs wrapping tightly around her waist, nails continuously dragging down Y/N’s back leaving welts and blood in their wake. “I want you to come with me kitten” Y/N husks against her lips before connecting them in a searing kiss.

Her pace is slower, strokes more sensual pouring emotion into every long thrust, this is something neither of them is used to. The pair are so lost in each other’s body, slowly drawing out their orgasm, none of them rushing or chasing it rather slowly building up to it. It doesn’t take long before Y/N can feel how close Caitlyn is, her walls clamping so hard on the toy she almost can’t move. “Hold it” its not rough and demanding, rather a whispered plea from Y/N as she feels her own high approaching.

With a final thrust and roll of her hips both of them are falling apart with loud moans of each other’s name. Feeling a gush of wetness coat their thighs it doesn’t take long for them to realise what happened as Caitlyn hides her face in Y/N’s neck, “don’t hide away now princess, that was hot” she comments lovingly caressing Caitlyn’s shaking thighs. “t-that’s never ha-appened before” she manages through ragged breaths boosting Y/N’s ego.

After a moment letting them both calm down, Caitlyn is ready to pass out as Y/N pulls out of her, gently caressing her cheek. “Let’s get you cleaned up” Y/N carries an exhausted Caitlyn to her attached bathroom placing her on the counter as she fills the tub with warm water and bubble bath before carefully lowering Caitlyn in, letting the woman relax in the water. As she gets up to leave Cait catches her wrist, “Join me” she mumbles out bringing a smile to Y/N’s lips. She simply places a kiss to her forehead, her lips lingering, “I’ll join you in a minute” with that she leave the bathroom to the bedroom where she makes quick work of changing the bedding before returning to a blissful Caitlyn almost asleep in the tub.

Carefully Y/N slips in behind Caitlyn pulling her flush to her chest before she gets to work washing the bluenette’s hair and body. By the time they finish Caitlyn is lights out, exhausted from their extravaganza. Not wanting to disturb her Y/N dries the both of them before heading back to the bed where she slips into bed with the woman, Caitlyn quick to snuggle into her warmth. With a smile both women let sleep overcome them knowing that this would lead to something special.

Bonus:

After some time once everything quietened down Cassandra and Y/M/N look at each other with curiosity, no longer hearing Caitlyn’s pornographic moans. “Should we go check on them?” Cassandra asks with a smile, nodding they make their way up to Y/N’s room stopping at the door, listening for any sound or movement. Hearing none they peek their heads into the room and the sight makes them smile, their daughters blissfully curled up together with a soft smiles adorning their faces. “Hopefully this fixes our situation” Cassandra comments with a smile, “Hopefully” Y/M/N agrees before the exit leaving the women be.

#arcane #arcane smut #caitlyn kiramman x reader #caitlyn kiramman #caitlyn kiramman smut #league of lesbians #butch reader #bottom caitlyn kiramman #lesbian #wlw nsft

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weirdgenetic-fuckup · 1 day ago

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You’re like the best writer of smut here ☺️☺️☺️

Please I’m begging 90s James (can be any era) taking reader’s virginity? But he didn’t know she’s innocent and she thinks after all the groupies he fucked he’d be disappointed in her? But he’s actually super turned on, cause no one touched her and now he gets to ruin her??? So I guess corruption kink, purity kink, dirty talk, size kink (he’s big, we all know that)???

A/n: I've had this conversation with a friend a few times, my idea is that -going off of the picture of James on the record, we all know the one- he's roughly 5-7 inches (8 being a generous amount) because he's holding himself in his hand and there's still some poking out, plus he looks flaccid SO by my calculations I've come up with said lengths, let me know if you want to hear more of my thoughts on sixty year old mens dicks🫠

Warnings: Smut, size kink, dirty talk, fingering (f receiving), idk about corruption and purity kinks but I tried lol, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

You straddled his lap, arms around his neck with your fingers laced in his hair. James's arms were around you, holding you close while he attacked your lips with your own, his tongue exploring your mouth.

You'd been dating for two months, getting closer to three, and you still hadn't told him he would be your first. You'd gone on a few dates, some highschool romances but those didn't mean anything really.

You were quiet and kept to yourself, you didn't go out, you didn't get dates, how you managed to get him was beyond you but here you were, in his bed, in his lap, in his arms with his hard on pressed firmly against your ass.

Honestly, you didn't think you'd make it this far with him. James was a rocker, the lead singer of a big band, he'd been with so many women it was hard to believe that he went cold turkey just because he met you.

"Sweetheart," he spoke, getting your attention, "what's wrong?" He asked, bringing a hand up to your face and thumbing your cheek in a soothing motion.

"What's wrong..?" You repeated softly, letting him move your face further away so he could look at you. "Nothing's wrong, why?"

"You were thinking about something." He said with a warm smile. "You stopped kissing me."

You gave a small nod, understanding why he was stopping now. "Right, sorry." You leaned closer to kiss him again but you only got a quick peck before he pushed you away again.

"What were you thinking about, sweetheart?" He asked, eyes flicking down to your red lips.

"Nothing." You assured.

James rolled his eyes. "It's not nothing, tell me." He said sternly, looking you in the eye. You chewed your cheek, he knew just what eyes to give to make your knees weak.

"I'm sorry." You finally said. "I know you're used to a lot of women, you're used to groupies, and I'm not them and I don't think it'll be good enough but I want to try, I just literally don't know how..?" You explained.

James blinked at you, expression blank. "Sweetheart, I mean this politely, what the fuck do you mean?" He couldn't hold back a small chuckle. "Are-are you saying you're scared you're not good enough at sex for me?"

Your mouth opened before the words came out. "Well, yeah but that's not exactly what I meant." You mumbled. "I mean... I-I might be lacking in the, um, sex...ual... intimacy? With, you know... others?"

James inhaled deeply, he gave a nod and rested his forehead on your shoulder. "Sweetheart, are you trying -and failing miserably, might I add- that you're a virgin?" You huffed at his comment but you had to nod.

"Yes." You mumbled, fingers curling in his hair to scratch his scalp. He gave a small hum and pulled away from you again, planting a soft kiss on your cheek as he did.

"Right, and I'd be upset because?" You thought for a while but whatever train of thought you were on was cutoff when you felt him twitching against your ass. "Sweetheart, we can take it slow, you just gotta talk to me."

You inhaled deeply, nodding along as he spoke. "Jamie," you started, "I-I want you to take me... my virginity..." Your voice fell to a mumble, embarrassed at actually saying it out loud, so bluntly as well. Straight to his face.

James smiled up at you. "Alright then." He said, hand going to undo your shorts.

Your face flushed as he did so. "What-what are you doing?" You asked, slight panic slipping into your voice.

"Don't worry, I told you we can take it slow." He assured, closing the gap between you for a moment as he helped you out of your shorts. "But that means I have to get you ready for me, sweetheart, it's not gonna be easy fitting me into you if you're not ready." While it made sense you didn't want to think too much about it.

James continued to pepper your face with kisses as he pushed your panties to the side. He ran a finger through your folds, giving a small hum of approval at how wet you were already. He pushed a finger into you, enjoying the soft gasp that left you when he did.

"Tell me, sweetheart, and be honest." He spoke. "You have touched yourself before, haven't you?" He asked, combing his free hand through your hair.

You hesitated before answering, cheeks already dusted a candy red colour. "Um, I-I have toys..." You mumbled, unable to look him in the eyes as you said it.

James's smile widened. "You do, do you?" He asked. "And when you use them, you think of me don't you?" He questioned further, started to pump his finger in and out of you.

Your breaths grew heavy, eyelids fluttering as his finger moved. "I think of you, Jamie." You said, but it wasn't enough, you were already going this far, you had more to get off your chest. "I-I think of you on top of me, I think of the faces you make and I think of what you sound like... I think of you naked, I think of-of what you'd look like with my-my hand around you... your cock... I think about what it-it looks like when you cum." Once you started you couldn't stop, all the filthy things you'd been thinking about coming out like dirty commandments.

James listened in slight shock, he hadn't known you to be so needy. "Filthy slut." He said with a smile, adding a second digit. "Keep talking." He urged. "I want to hear what else you think of when you're getting yourself off."

The addition of another finger made you whine but he slowed down to let you get used to the stretch. You swallowed thickly and nodded, mentally preparing yourself to continue.

You closed your eyes, letting his fingers resume the same motion, in and out, slow and curling to find what made you tick. "I think ah-about riding you, my-my hands on your chest while you tell me wh-ah- what to do, how-how good I'm doing."

"What kind of toys do you have, sweetheart?" He asked, pulling you from your thoughts. You bit your lip, he wasn't even supposed to know you touched yourself, now he was supposed to know what you're using to do it with? "C'mon, I won't judge." He said, kissing the tip of your nose as his fingers curled in you, making your eyes roll and he knew to hit that spot again.

"They-they're vibrators."

"They?" He repeated. "As in multiple?" Your eyes widened as the realization of what you'd admitted to. "Naughty girl." He curled his fingers again, bringing you closer to your already nearing release.

James added another finger, moving his hand faster now as he scissored your hole in an attempt to prep you for his cock. "When you're alone in bed with your toys, that's how you do it, isn't it?" He asked for confirmation.

You gave it willingly, nodding your head as more moans started falling from your lips.

"You're thinking about me." He continued. "What kind of vibrators?" He asked again. "You've never had anything inside you, sweetheart, right? I'll be the first?" You nodded, his fingers making it hard to focus on anything else. He chuckled as he saw how close you were. "That's it, that's my good girl, cum on my fingers."

Your gut tightened before bursting, your eyes rolled back. Your hands resting on his shoulder clutched his shirt in your fists as you came, a string of curses leaving you.

James groaned lowly at the sight, his fingers still moving in you and letting you ride out your high on them.

As you came down from it, though, he let you melt into him, slowly and carefully shifting you to lay on your back on the mattress. Your head fell back onto his pillow, his scent filling your nose, completely taking you over.

James hovered over you a moment, propping himself between your legs and holding himself up with his hands firmly planted on either side of your head. "Is this what you fantasize about, sweetheart?" You could only nod and let him undress you before following shortly after.

"I'll go slow, so just relax." He said, brushing some of your hair out of your face. "And if, for any reason, you want to stop, tell me. I want to know- I need to know if you're uncomfortable with anything for whatever reason, am I understood?" He asked firmly, cupping your cheek in the palm of his hand.

You nodded, staring right back at him as he used his other hand to line himself up with your cunt before pushing in. He did just what he said he would, moving slowly.

He stopped to pepper kisses all over your face and tell you how good you were doing. "That feels good, doesn't it? Feels good when I stretch you out like this." You nodded, arms wrapped around him, hands splayed out on his back.

"You-you're so big." You mumbled, looking down at him in hopes of catching a glimpse of where you both connected. Only, what you saw was a few more inches still needing to be pushed in.

James let out hearty laugh when he saw your eyes widen. "Only halfway, sweetheart, you'll know when I'm balls deep, don't worry."

You slowly relaxed back into the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, mind full. "You're gonna tear me in two." You muttered to no one in particular, James was the only one there to hear and it made him laugh.

"Damn right I am." He agreed. "I'm going to ruin you for anyone else, sweetheart, no ones gonna stretch you out like this, no ones gonna make you theirs." His eyes flickered over your face, taking in your expression of wide eyes and the small pout on your lips. "No one else gets to be your first."

In a quick motion he pushed the rest of himself into you, burying his cock deep in your cunt. Your eyes rolled back, hands clawing at his back and making him groan. He looked down, grin only getting bigger as he saw the bulge he made in your stomach.

"No one else gets to do that." He purred, reaching a hand down to press on your stomach. A whine left you as he did, your legs tried to close but he was in the way. "Not so fast, sweetheart, we haven't even gotten started yet."

#metallica rp #metallica fanfiction #80s metal #metallica #metal #metallica smut #metallica imagines #metallica x reader #james hetfield smut #james hetfield x reader #james hetfield fanfiction #james hetfield #james hetfield x you

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xxsinisterbunniexx · 2 days ago

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Reckless Indulgence - Jeff the Killer & Ticci Toby x Female reader NSFW

Warnings: Dubcon

Tags: Threesome, double vaginal penetration, fingering, oral sex, creampie, German dirty talk

Words: 5.1k

I posted this on AO3 a while back but I’m cross posting it here now :3

As always, all canon will be flexible to make way for sexy

if you speak German I’m sorry LMAO (and if you don’t just hold down to highlight the text and hit translate)

Trees blurred past as you drove down an old back road, music blaring through your speakers. You had curated the perfect playlist for the long drive ahead of you. There was nothing on these roads for miles and miles.

The sun was setting along the rows of trees, dipping down to disappear below them. Despite the night winding down your energy was all the way up.

You were on your way back home from a visit with one of your closest friends. It had been months since you had gotten to see her, so even with the distance the trip was definitely worth it. Ever since she moved away for college a couple of years ago, you only got to see her whenever there were breaks in both of your college’s schedules.

Now that it was summer you finally had the opportunity to go down and see her. You had an amazing time all weekend, it was hard to leave.

That’s why you ended up leaving a little later than you had intended. It made you a little nervous to be driving so far at night by yourself, but you tried to remind yourself you had nothing to worry about. You made sure to fill up your gas tank before you left, you didn’t need to pee, and you’d chosen only bangers for the music to accompany your trip.

You took a sip of your monster and got back to belting the lyrics to Yeah Boy and Doll Face.

“DO YOU WANT MEEEEEE? DO YOU WANT TO LET ME KNOW THAT YOU’RE OKAYYYYYYY?”

There was a slight rumbling sound coming from your car but you decided to ignore it.

“A DIAMOND GOLD RINGGGGG, CUSTOMIZED TO CUT YOUR CIRCULATION.”

The rumbling started to get louder.

That can’t be good.

“I COULDN’T LET YOU GO. I NEVER LET YOU GO MY DEAR!” You continued screaming.

The rumbling started to overtake even your loud vocals.

Maybe I should pull over?

Before you had the chance to weigh the pros and cons of pulling over on the side of the highway as a woman alone at night, your car had started decelerating.

“Fuck!” You managed to pull over in time for your car to completely stop running.

For a brief moment you just sat there, thinking about how absolutely fucked you were.

I don’t fucking know shit about cars. What the fuck am I gonna do?

You decided it would be best to at least try to take a look at it. You reached down and pulled the lever to pop the hood. After doing a little unceremonious walk to the front of the car you pulled the hood open and propped it up with the hook.

Your phone flashlight didn’t offer the best lighting, but after propping it up at a good angle you felt like you could actually take a look. You put your hands on your hips as your eyes scanned over the engine.

“Yep.” You said to yourself, taking a pause. “I don’t know shit about cars.”

You grabbed your phone and closed the hood. Who were you kidding?

You got back in the car and dialed your dad’s number.

The phone didn’t even ring. There was just the immediate ended-call beep. You pulled the phone away from your ear to glare at it for not working properly. The screen read “call failed.”

Great. You didn’t have reception now either.

What the hell? It was working a few minutes ago.

A deep sigh escaped your lips as you rested your head on the steering wheel. You were definitely well and thoroughly fucked in this situation.

You lifted your head, resting your chin on the steering wheel. A previously unnoticed light ahead caught your eye.

Perhaps that is a gas station or some other source of respite.

So you got out of your car and started your sorry little trek to the gas station, shivering every time the wind blew just a little too hard.

Should’ve brought a damn jacket.

In your defense, it was summertime, so your crop top and shorts made a lot of sense for daytime weather. You just hadn’t anticipated having to walk half a mile at night. Clothing aside, you were being incredibly vigilant as you walked. Tonight just didn’t feel like the right night to get murdered.

As you got closer to the gas station, you could see it was dead as hell. Not surprising given you were in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of the night.

Two dudes standing on the corner of the building caught your eye. One was wearing black ripped skinny jeans and a white hoodie, pulled up over his head. You could see his messy long black hair coming down out of the hood. The rest of his face was obscured by a mask.

Maybe he’s worried about getting sick?

The other one was a bit taller, also wearing a hoodie, but his had stripes on the sleeves and he didn’t have it pulled up, which left his shaggy brown hair and a pair of goofy looking goggles on top of his head completely visible. There was also one other super notable feature about him, which was that he was wearing a huge bandage on the left side of his face.

These guys look kinda sketchy.

Other than your quick glance at them, you tried to keep your head down and walk into the gas station quickly. Once inside, you walked straight up to the counter, only to see it was empty.

There’s no one working here?

You waited for a bit, thinking maybe they had just walked to the back or were on break or something. A peruse of the aisles didn’t seem like a bad idea, but even after finding a monster and some candy, no one had come to the counter.

“Hello?” You called into the store, only to get silence back.

You waited for about 5 more minutes, your stomach starting to churn. Your original plan was to come in here and beg to use the phone, but there was no person behind the counter to beg to, and no phone in sight for you to just take matters into your own hands.

After another ten minutes of waiting you weren’t only anxious, but now you were feeling pretty pissed too. What kind of gas station doesn’t even keep staff on at night?

I’m fucking stealing this shit.

You walked out of the gas station, fuming, only to find that those two guys were still standing there.

Can’t hurt to ask.

You swallowed your fear and walked up to them, both of them turning to look at you as you walked up.

“Hi, um, sorry to bother you guys, but do either of you have a phone I could use?” When the pair just stared at you for just a beat too long you decided to keep going. “I promise I’m not trying to steal it! It’s just my car broke down and I’m not getting any reception out here.”

The tall one chuckled and you could tell the other guy was smiling a bit beneath his mask, they exchanged a glance before looking back at you. The pale one in the white hoodie was the first to speak up. “Nah, we’re not getting any reception out here either, sweetheart.” His voice was gruff and a bit raspy.

Despite the bad feeling in your gut from the way they had glanced at each other and the fact that you felt like that was a lie, you pushed further. “Well… You two wouldn’t happen to know anything about cars would you?”

—

“So what are you -fuck- doing out here in the middle of the night anyways?” The tall one, who had introduced himself to you as Toby asked. You noticed he jerked his head to the side in tandem with the swear, but you decided not to ask, it was probably some kind of medical condition or something.

“I was just passing through on my way home from visiting a friend. I hadn’t really anticipated my car totally malfunctioning.” You were walking in between them, Toby on your right and the other one, Jeff, on your left. You hadn’t really thought much about the way the three of you had fallen into stride, but now as you walked with them you felt a little nervous about being alone with them.

You cast a glance at Jeff, who had been a lot quieter than Toby. He glanced at you at the same moment and you immediately averted your eyes.

That shouldn’t have made my heart flutter like that. That’s just pathetic.

“You’re not go- -cough- gonna ask what we’re doing out here this late? You must be pretty carefree.” Toby had leaned in to say to you, causing you to jump just a little, especially since his jerking caused him to lean his head even closer to you than you assumed he intended.

You immediately realized how rude you were being. “I’m sorry!” You clasped your hands together. “I totally just asked you guys for help and I haven’t even asked anything about you guys.”

“That’s what you’re worried about?” Jeff finally spoke up. “Not the smartest, are you?”

You cocked your head to the side. “What do you mean?”

“A girl alone asking two random guys for help when she has no way to escape? Pretty fucking stupid.”

Your brain short circuited, thrown off by the fact that he would say something like that so directly. You didn’t know what to say. Wanting to lighten the mood you just blurted out, “I mean at least you guys are hot.”

You immediately regretted it once it had come out.

What the fuck did I just say?

“Oh?” Toby had leaned in towards you again. “You’d just -fuck- say something like that so directly? Are you trying to ask us for something?”

“No, no!” You immediately tried to cover your ass. “I was just trying to make a joke or something. It was stupid.”

Jeff was looking at you now too, a dark look in his eyes. You could tell he was smiling under the mask, too.

“Are you a -fuck- sicko?” Toby asked, jerking a little more as you could feel his excitement rise. “Huh? Do you fantasize -fuck- about getting kidnap- -fuck- kidnapped by guys in the woods?” There was a clear fascination in his eyes, like he was dying to know the answer.

“I’m not!” You attested, holding your hands up in front of you trying to create a little bit of space between you and Toby. “I swear I was just-”

“This thing yours?”

You turned to see Jeff standing in front of your car. Thank god you were back to the car, it’s a worthy distraction.

“Yeah!” You said a little too eagerly. “I’ll go pop the hood.”

You circled the car and hopped into the driver's seat, pulling the handle under the steering wheel. The hood instantly jumped up with a little pop sound. You got out as Toby was pulling up the hood, propping it up with the hood rod.

You walked around the front of it, leaning over the car to point. “So it was making like a rumbling noise and it kinda sounded like it was coming from over here.”

You were completely bent over the car, painfully oblivious to the way your shorts hugged your ass.

They were on either side of you now, Toby a little closer than Jeff.

Jeez he really doesn’t know personal space…

“Yeah? It was over -fuck- here?” Toby jerked some more, pointing in the opposite direction you had shown them.

“No, it was more towards the back. Like-” You bent over even further to point in the direction of the noise. “Here.”

You made the mistake of looking over your shoulder right after you said that. Toby was way too close to you. Even worse, he looked like he was jittering with excitement.

Before you could even process that, his arms snaked around you. One around your hip to harshly press you against him and the other roughly squeezing your chest. He leaned in close to your neck, nose pressed against your hair before he inhaled deeply. You yelped in surprise, both from Toby and from the sudden sound of the hood closing.

“You always rush the fun parts.” Your eyes whipped next to you where Jeff was, pulling off his face mask which revealed two large gashes on his face, gruesomely exaggerating his smile.

“Yeah, but she smells so good.” Toby sniffed you again, then squeezed the places he was holding you even harder causing you to yelp again. “And I knew she’d make cute noises.”

“You’re scaring her. She’d like this better.” Jeff said, lifting your chin and pulling you into a kiss that slowly became sloppier as it went on. Electricity shot down to your cunt.

Your head was spinning, your body growing hotter as this went on. How did this even happen?

“Hey, that’s not fair -fuck-. I wanted -fuck- to kiss her first.” Toby seemed to jerk even more the more excited he got.

Jeff seemed to ignore Toby’s complaining, only pushing his tongue deeper into your mouth. You felt the wetness collecting in your panties, especially when Toby pressed himself even harder against you. You could feel how hard he was already, and that knowledge only served to send more electricity down to your cunt.

“Y’know you’re not really struggling at all.” Toby whispered to you. “I was right about you wasn’t I? You’re sick, aren’t you?”

You couldn’t answer, Jeff still occupying your mouth. Toby started kissing your neck, landing on the perfect spot to suck hard and leave a mark. His hand snaked down from your hip, dipping under your waistband and into your panties. His fingers slid between your folds, immediately getting coated in all your wetness. He groaned in your ear. “You really do like this don’t you? You’re so fucking wet.”

Jeff pulled away from your mouth, looking you in the eyes. “You’re fucking wet already? That’s pathetic.”

Toby bit into your neck, causing you to moan. Jeff grabbed your face, squeezing it as he forced you to look him in the eyes. He looked completely fascinated with you. “She really is a good one.”

Toby started to run his fingers in between your folds, deliberately slowing down each time his fingers ran over your clit. You bit your lip to stifle the moan that rose up. “See? Good thing I killed that stupid fuck at the gas station.” Toby said, sounding pretty proud of himself.

You froze, your face twisting into a horrified expression.

“Oh, what’s the matter, sweetheart?” Jeff teased, a sick grin on his face. “Don’t tell me you’re scared of us now?”

“Let me go!” You sounded panicked, starting to struggle out of Toby’s hold. Toby giggled at your attempts, they had no effect on his grip. He was much much stronger than he looked.

In some sick twist of fate, the fear was only making you more aroused, but there was absolutely no way you could let them know that. That would undoubtedly be disastrous.

“That’s the expression I love to see.” Jeff smiled wide, loving the way the fear was etched into your features. Toby bit you again, harder this time, causing a half scream, half moan sound to come out of you.

“You know that you’re only getting wetter?” Toby said, just to taunt you. He dipped a finger into you. “Fuck, you’re tight. You’re gonna feel so good wrapped around my cock, pretty girl.”

Jeff leaned down to your neck, biting down on the side opposite of the one Toby bit earlier. The pain caused you to cry out, only turning into choked moans as Toby slid another finger in and curled them forward.

Jeff had one hand on your waist and the other started unbuttoning your shorts as he sucked a dark purple mark onto your neck. Toby only continued to grind his fingers against your g-spot, his thumb rubbing circles around your clit.

Jeff pulled back to admire his work, biting back a smirk quickly before practically ripping your shorts down to the ground. “She even wore cute panties. Those for us, sweetheart?”

You whined in response. You were only getting wetter and wetter, your cunt making gushing sounds as Toby continued to pound your g-spot with his fingers. “I think she really likes being treated like a slut.” Toby said. “She��s not even fighting it.” He leaned closer to your ear. “You like it when we’re rough with you, don’t you, pretty girl? Makes your cunt feel good?”

Your eyes started to flutter back, and Jeff gripped your face once again. “Hey. Eyes on me, sweetheart.” He simultaneously wrapped his other hand around your throat. “Gonna come already?”

Toby let go of your chest, only momentarily though, so he could slip his hand under your crop top and bra and tease your nipples. The combination of everything was too much, you felt hazy and your brain was turning to TV static. The tension in your stomach was coiling and coiling until it finally snapped.

“That’s it. Good girl. Come like the pathetic fucking slut you are.” Toby taunted you as you came hard around his fingers, your cunt convulsing around them.

“Fuckkk…” you moaned out, your eyes rolling back in your head. “Don’t stop…” you just barely whispered, but it was loud enough for Toby to hear. He giggled in your ear. “God, you’re sick.”

Jeff was getting annoyed watching you two. Albeit watching you come was entertaining, he was a little pissed he wasn’t the one to make you come first. “Alright, my turn. Get her up on the car.”

Toby swiveled around with you in his arms, sitting back on the hood of the car with you on his lap, your back pressed to his chest. He hooked an arm under each of your legs, hauling them up and completely putting you on display for Jeff. “That good enough for you?” Toby asked, a little smug. He was clearly still feeling cocky from making you come first.

Jeff just rolled his eyes, sinking down to his knees. His face was just inches away from your cunt. He gripped your thigh with one hand, using the other one to spread you open even further with his thumb.

“Aww~, your pretty little pussy is trembling.” He snickered, looking right at your most intimate area.

You trembled in Toby’s hold. “What? You’re embarrassed now?” Toby asked, mockingly.

Jeff watched you tremble for just a second longer before licking a thick stripe up your cunt. A long moan tore out of your throat, your head falling back onto Toby’s shoulder.

More moans followed as Jeff started lapping at your clit, each stroke of his tongue sending waves of electricity through your body.

You were still so sensitive from coming a few minutes ago, so it wouldn’t take much to push you over the edge again.

Toby pushed one of your legs to the side, leaving you to hold it open yourself as he occupied his hand by pushing up your shirt, taking the bra up with it and exposing your chest to the cool night air.

He used the hand that was still holding your other leg to start kneading your chest and the other one to turn your chin towards him, tipping it upwards to claim your mouth.

You moaned into Toby’s mouth as Jeff’s tongue started to tease your entrance, dipping inside. He used his thumb to put pressure on your clit as he fucked you with his tongue.

Toby bit your lip a little bit before releasing your mouth. “You that close already?”

“Fuck…!” You moaned out, gripping Toby’s pant legs below you to ground yourself.

Toby roughly turned your chin towards him again, “You gonna come all over his tongue, pretty girl? Huh? Answer me.”

“I’m… coming…!” You whimpered, almost breathlessly.

Your climax seemed to never end, dragging on and on as Jeff continued to rub circles on your clit while he tongue fucked you. Finally, he relented and you were able to come down.

Jeff got up, already unbuttoning his pants. “Keep her up like that.”

Toby immediately refused. “What? No way. I want to fuck her first.” He let go of your legs and stood up, hauling you up with him. He turned you towards him, sitting back down onto the hood of the car and pulling you into his lap.

“You already got to make her come first.” Jeff argued.

“So?” Toby looked unaffected, already unbuttoning his jeans and pulling his cock out. “She’s already in my lap.” He looked up at you. “Besides, you wanna fuck me first anyways, right?”

You could barely focus on what they were saying, focusing more on Toby’s cock pressed against the entrance of your cunt. You were dripping onto him. The need to have him inside you was dire, and if you were honest you didn’t have time to wait for this argument to play out.

You rocked yourself against his cock, signaling how desperate you were. “Such a cockslut.” Toby muttered under his breath, biting his lip as he helped guide you onto his length. You both let out a groan as you sunk down slowly, taking him all the way to the hilt.

“Fuck… I knew you’d be tight.” Toby breathed out, gripping your hips with bruising force. You winced, and he looked up at you with eyes full of morbid fascination. “Does it hurt?”

His hold on you didn’t loosen as he lifted your hips and slammed you back down onto him, watching the way your face changed from pain to pleasure. “But you like it? It feels good?” He kept moving your hips up and down on his lap.

“Slow… down…!” You moaned uncontrollably. The more times you came, the more sensitive you had become.

“Really? You want me to? You’re creaming all over my cock right now.” He bit his lip.

It was then that your ears started picking up on the horribly lewd squelching noise made by your movements. You were creaming all over him. Tears were brimming in your eyes as you got closer and closer to coming again.

Toby slammed into your g-spot just a few more times just right until you finally broke, coming around his cock. You were almost crying out, letting out choked moans until he bit down hard on your shoulder. He let out a low groan and kept his face buried in your shoulder. “Du fühlst dich so gut an.” He mumbled.

You were too out of it to even process that he wasn’t even speaking English.

“He acts like we can even understand what the fuck he’s saying.” Jeff scoffed, his fingers prodding at your cunt.

“Jeff!” You whipped around, surprised that he had gotten so close without you even noticing.

“Hey what are you doing?” Toby narrowed his eyes at Jeff. “Wait your turn.”

Jeff had coated his fingers in the substance created by you and Toby and was slowly edging his finger into your cunt.

“She can take it. Relax, Toby.” Jeff rolled his eyes. You felt yourself stretch wider as Jeff got his finger in, pushing it as deep as possible.

“Oh my god…” you breathed out, gripping onto Toby even tighter.

“You can take it, can’t you?” Jeff whispered in your ear. “I know you can.”

Jeff added a second finger, stretching you even wider with Toby still inside you. The increase in pressure from behind was pushing Toby’s cock against your g-spot hard, causing you to tighten around him and Jeff’s fingers.

You leaned forward, burying your face in Toby’s shoulder so you could let out a guttural moan without having to feel so embarrassed about it. You lifted your hips as much as you could with Toby inside you, giving Jeff the perfect angle to slip into your cunt.

You felt the head of his cock push at your entrance as soon as he retracted his fingers. “Such a perfect little slut. You want to take both our cocks, sweetheart?”

You whined, hoping he would just fuck you already.

Jeff gripped around your throat, his voice coming out in a low growl. “I want an answer. Tell me you want both our cocks in you, fucking slut.”

Toby lifted your chin. “Look at me while you say it.”

It was absolutely humiliating having to admit that you were this greedy for both of them, but it only made you want it more. “I want… both… inside.”

Toby’s eyes went almost hazy, dazed with lust. “Gott, du bist so verdammt süß, wenn du auf meinem Schoß sitzt.” He whispered against your lips before hungrily kissing you as Jeff slowly started to push himself into your cunt.

It was unlike anything you had felt before, the feeling was so overwhelming you felt like coming just from having them both inside.

“See? I knew you could take both, just like a good fucking slut.” Jeff groaned into your ear, holding onto your waist and slowly pulling back before pushing into you again.

Your mind had gone offline, only able to focus on the overwhelming sensation in your cunt and the hands all over your body.

Toby’s hands gripped around your hips again, holding you tightly as he started to rock you in time with Jeff’s thrusts. You couldn’t even hold yourself up anymore, leaning into Toby as he slowly laid back on the hood of the car, pulling you down with him.

You could easily see on his face how good it felt for him, his cheeks flushed and his eyes were completely dazed as he stared at you. The intensity of the eye contact combined with the sensory overload was enough to make you climax again, not even able to really squeeze around their cocks with how much you were stretched, but it still had you shaking and whining.

“God… you’re taking us so well, sweetheart.” Jeff was pulling you down onto his cock even harder. “Gonna fill your pretty pussy up with so much cum.”

You were so pliable in their hands, allowing them to move you in anyway they wanted. The pleasure wracked through your whole body, making your muscles go limp.

Toby’s brain seemed to have come back online, finally adjusting to the tightness of having both of them inside. He got a sick grin on his face when he saw just how fucked out you looked. “I’m gonna break you.” He said breathlessly, before moving a hand off your hip to press on your clit.

It was then that you swore you could see your life flash before your eyes. You were going to die, death by orgasm. You collapsed fully on to Toby’s chest, giving Jeff an even better angle to fuck you. You came so hard you swore you could actually see stars.

“Fuck.” You heard Jeff curse, his thrusts getting more sporadic before feeling the warmth fill your cunt.

For just a moment, everything was still. The only sound was the overlapping panting of you three. You squeaked as Jeff slowly pulled out of you. Despite the loss, you still felt so full with Toby inside.

“Fuck you’re still so tight.” Toby almost growled in your ear. He gripped your hips and lifted you up off of him. You whined at the loss of him before you even registered how embarrassed you should be for whining at such a thing.

He quickly flipped you over on your back, like you were weightless. “C’mon, don’t whine. I just want a better angle now that I don’t have to share.” He harshly thrusted into you without warning, with an obscene gushing sound from Jeff’s cum still in your cunt. You gasped sharply from just how harsh and sudden it was.

“That was mean wasn’t it?” Toby asked you, cruelly. He was mumbling more to himself, “Ich kann dir nicht widerstehen, wenn du so wehrlos für mich bist.”

You finally noticed that Jeff had sat down next to you on the hood when he turned your chin towards him. “Be a good girl and clean me off?”

You opened your mouth, licking his half-hard cock clean of his cum and your juices. You moaned over his cock as Toby gripped your hips hard, drilling into your g-spot.

“Does it feel good when he fucks my cum into you?” Jeff taunted you, looking right into your eyes as you continued to lick his cock as best you could while you were completely fucked out.

Toby was getting more breathless, a series of groans coming from him. “Du bist so verdammt süß, wenn du so wehrlos unter mir liegst.”

Feeling satisfied with your job, Jeff pulled back, allowing Toby to fully focus on filling you with a second load. He pushed one of your legs back to your chest and leaned forward, fucking deep into you. “You want me to come? Huh? You want me to fill you up again?”

“Fuck…! Please…!” You were so close, desperate for just a little bit more.

Toby bit your neck hard, a half groan half growl ripping out of his throat as he came deep inside. The pain was just enough to send you over the edge, your cunt milking every last drop from him.

He kept his head buried in your neck and muttered something. “Ich kann dich nicht einfach davonkommen lassen.”

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It was cold, your breath puffed out in front of you as you walked along the sidewalk, the streetlights barely enough to illuminate your path. You shoved your hands into your hoodie pockets, they had started to get red from the cold.

One of the flyers on the telephone pole caught your eye, strangely illuminated in the sea of papers stapled to the pole.

Your own smiling face stared back at you. The word “missing” written in big letters at the top, with a physical description of you written right under. The text at the bottom listed where you were last seen and where your car was found.

You stared at it for what felt like forever.

“Getting distracted, sweetheart?” Jeff asked, tilting your chin towards him.

Toby grabbed your arm, pulling you closer to him and away from Jeff. “C’mon -fuck- pretty girl. We got places to be.” He jerked his head to the side.

“Pfft. You two are always the same.” You smiled, walking along with them.

Okay so btw, back when I wrote another Toby fic (which I will post later) I did some research to make my characterization more accurate. So according to the users of reddit, for the most part tics will subside during sex, so I wrote it that way here. Just wanted to clarify that I didn’t just forget to write his tics halfway through.

Hope you enjoyed~

#crp fandom #creepypasta #jeff the killer #ticci toby #ticci toby x reader #jeff the killer x reader #toby rogers #jeffrey woods

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renn-aissance · 3 days ago

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Mom Plays BG3: Ep.2 - “Look at Him, He Wants It”

She’s getting better at moving around. It’s hard to explain but she doesn’t turn the camera to look around before she starts clicking around to move 😀

Mom: “I’m trying to go behind me.”

Me: “You should turn the camera so you can look behind you.”

Mom: “I’m worried I’ll get lost.”

Me: “I know a way to help you from getting lost.”

Both of us: *Silence.*

Me: “The map-“

Mom: “The map.”

Mom: *Slowly turns the camera - Not because she doesn’t know how, she just turns it very slowly for some reason.*

Mom: “I think… I need to walk that way…”

Mom: *Immediately starts clicking the opposite way she wants to go.*

Me: “You can… check the map.”

Mom: *Keeps clicking for a bit then stops.*

Mom: *Checks map.*

Mom: “Oh I’m way off.”

Me (softly): “yeah.”

*Both of us laugh.*

She’s definitely getting the hang of things. She successfully got to Zevlor’s office by herself using the map 🥲 They grow up so fast.

Rundown of what she has done this time:

While we were starting the game up she said “I kept thinking about what happened. It kept me up, I couldn’t sleep just thinking about him (Gale) getting mad. He really rubbed me the wrong way. I don’t know about this guy.”

Saved the kid from the Harpies. Actually, she did that yesterday, but I forgot to add it.

Saved Arabella but after failing two persuasion checks. She was stressed throughout that whole interaction. Before that, she had talked to Arabella’s parents but didn’t know what was going on and told them “thieves deserve to be punished.”

“I didn’t know what they were talking about! To be honest I have no idea what’s going on. Or what any of this means.”

Her first reload. Luckily I had her save before that. She then told them they had their work cut out for them lol.

She took the wyvern toxin from Nettie. (Afterwards I told her “Oh, she tried to kill me when I wouldn’t take it. We fought to the death.” My mom was just like “…Well. Doesn’t mean I have to drink it. I’ll just keep it. I wasn’t gonna take it, are you crazy?”)

We long rested and she talked to all of the companions. I think she really likes Wyll.

Told Zevlor she’d kill Kagha.

She stopped the Tieflings from killing Sazza, but failed a couple of persuasion checks. Left Sazza in the cage.

Sazza: “I don’t need you.”

Mom: “Well… that’s enough of that.”

Also accidentally clicked to search the body of that first Tiefling who died at the gate when the Goblins attacked, and right in front of the one mourning over his body 😬 Gets scolded.

Mom: “I didn’t mean it! Let me see if the other one wants to talk…”

Mom: *clicks on other mourning Tiefling.*

Tiefling: “Can’t you see we’re mourning!”

Mom: “I just came over to say sorry.” (Booked it after lol)

Killed the Bugbear assassin and saved the tiefling by the telescope.

Talked to the Tiefling and learned about soul coins.

When her TAV had the coin in her hand and was looking at it, Gale was in the background smiling.

Mom: *Points at Gale.*

Mom: “Hm. Look at him, he wants it. Uh-uh. This guy’s trouble.”

My mom is not afraid to use the illithid powers. If there’s an option to probe minds, she does it immediately lol.

She went to that area with the spider egg pouch and Raphael showed up there which confused me. (I’ve just always had him show up at the bridge. I had her save). Here’s the thing about my mom - she’s pretty religious and doesn’t like ‘devil’ stuff lol I collect tarot cards and she HATES it lol. It creeps her out. So Raphael shows up and transports her to the House of Hope with the feast on the table and the fireplace. My mom knows nothing about this guy. Her immediate reaction:

Mom: “Now this is more like it.”

I’m sitting behind her so she can’t see my reactions to what she’s doing and I’m losing my shit, wondering if she’ll make the deal or not. She’s been so unpredictable so far so I genuinely don’t know what she’s gonna choose.

Raphael: “What’s better than a devil you don’t know… A devil you do.”

Mom: *Silent.*

Raphael: *blah blah blah wants your soul.*

She doesn’t make the deal. Chooses the options that are like “I would never make a deal with a devil.”

Talks to the companions after and succeeds a check to probe Sharty Bae’s mind.

Talks to Gale last about Raphael.

Mom: “Okay now THIS guy.”

Gale: “Do you feel as flattered as I do? Invited to dine with the devil…”

Mom: “Of course you do.”

Mom: *Turns to me.*

Mom: “This guy.”

Gale made some valid points that she didn’t disagree with. I don’t think that Gale can say ANYTHING without her thinking he’s up to something. He did not make a great first impression lol She did slap his hand before she pulled him out of the portal.

Said he was addicted to magic but still agreed to give him magical items to consume, but she’s not thrilled about the whole thing.

OH YEAH SHE TOLD ROLAN AND THEM TO LEAVE THE GROVE. I’ve done two playthroughs and didn’t do that, so idk if that’s gonna change what happens to the tieflings at all 😬

She also takes time to read whatever notes or books I point out to her. I told her she didn’t have to, but she ignores me to read.

My mom @ Gale:

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miraculouslbcnreactions · 2 days ago

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"Another theoretical path for Zoe would be to let Chloe redeem Zoe. We know that Zoe was a massive liar in the past."

If I understood your pov about a Chloe redemption and how Lilia neither has reason to be on the show: if you had to use a character for Chloe to redeem, and kinda serve both as a foil for her and a lesson for Adrien's character growth, it wouldn't be Zoe, but Lila?

*sighs* You bring so many good points on the characters' writing that I can't beleive how many "repeated" characters the show has! Would you consider Socqueline another innecessary character?

(Post this was in reference to for Zoe and for Lila)

It's not shocking that the show has "repeated" characters. It's a school drama with 21 teen heroes in the canon cast (24 if we count the special characters). It's damn near impossible to give that many characters a unique role in the story unless you're dealing with extremely complex plots a la Game of Thrones where it's less one large cast in a single story and more smaller casts in mini stories that all intermingle. If you look at something like GoT, you'll notice that, while the overall cast is massive, each mini story has a more normal sized cast and those smaller groups only come together after they're extremely well established. Miraculous could have done something like that with each member of the class getting a mini arc that focused on them, but it didn't, so the cast is basically a uniform blob.

Zoe, Chloe, & Lila

Before we talk about Socqueline, I wanted to quickly make some comments on Zoe and Lila. If I had to have Chloe redeem someone to show off her new skills post redemption, then I'd have it be Sabrina. If Sabrina is off the table, then I'd pick Zoe. If Zoe is off the table, only then would I look to Lila because why use Lila when you have Chloe's best friend and sister as options? That's far more compelling than some random girl no one knew before this year and who no one is connected to. Even the Zoe route is questionable since she's so underdeveloped right now. Both her and Lila would need major work to be fully functional characters and I personally have no interest in doing that work since I don't feel like it adds enough value to canon.

I will note that Lila and Zoe actually had potential to be an interesting contrast to each other since they're both liars. Redeeming one and damning the other works far better than doing the same narrative with Lila and Chloe since Lila and Zoe have the same core problem while Lila and Chloe have nothing in common to the point where canon has to retcon in Chloe having a Marinette obsession so that the Chloe and Lila team up made sense.

Similarly, if you damn Chloe, redeeming Zoe could have been interesting. You could even redeem her and then, though her, save Chloe since Zoe hasn't suffered from Chloe anywhere near as much as the rest of the cast. That and their sibling status makes Zoe a decent choice for the person who changes Chloe's heart just like the Zoe's backstory feels like a good contrast to Chloe's canon story.

Zoe is introduced right after Chloe supposedly proved she didn't want to change (for this post, we're pretending people actually tried to help Chloe and failed). That should mean that everyone is really freaking wary of the new girl who shows manipulative tendencies while also claiming that she wants to change. That could have led to an arc showing how you know when someone does want to change and how to navigate that.

I don't think Zoe is a great candidate for that since she's a total stranger who no one but Chloe has any reason to care about, but it would have done something to make the people in canon actually learn the supposed redemption lesson we're currently missing. As-is, Marinette just randomly believes in Zoe right from the start and Zoe is good basically right from the start, showing that Chloe's betrayal meant nothing to the cast and driving home that Marinette's first impressions of people are basically always right. Adrien seems to be the only exception.

Socqueline

Socqueline is a totally pointless character who I would never have included. It's not that she's bad in and of herself, it's that she once again adds nothing to the cast that wasn't already there. She is Origins Alya on steroids. She's here to protect Marinette from Chloe and inspire Marinette to be brave and that's about it. Why she needed to do that when Alya is supposed to have that role is anyone's guess.

If anything, Socqueline undermines Alya since we now know that Marinette had an amazing best friend before Alya came around! Socqueline was willing to fight Chloe even before Chloe randomly mellowed out into a nicer person because seasons one-to-three Chloe has nothing on Derision Chloe. Even seasons four and five Chloe aren't as bad as Derision Chloe. This show has no idea what it's doing.

#ml writing critical #ml writing salt #anon ask #ml's wacky morals

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Do you think Benedict and Sophie is like the most influential relationship within the Bridgerton family? Cause I realized that their story influenced the actions of Eloise, Colin and to an extend Gregory and Hyacinth. Eloise refused 6 proposals cause she wanted something dramatic like Benedict. Colin thought that love would hit you like a lightning bolt and failed to see Penelope right in front of him cause Benedict’s love-at-first-sight experience. Gregory searched for love cause of Benedict and everyone other siblings found love matches. Meanwhile Hyacinth, lord knows how she would have reacted to Gareth’s concerns regarding his illegitimacy if Sophie hadn’t been in the pictures for 8+ years.

I've said it before, but in the Bridgerton family, Benedict is actually the only one who gave up his status and comfortable lifestyle for love. In his siblings eyes, that is something huge. You notice that none of the Bridgertons risked shunning by the ton with their choice of partner, except Benedict, because he married the bastard daughter of an Earl. And yeah I 100% agree with you, his love story influenced his family so much, because it stuck in their minds that Benedict was willing to sacrifice it all in order to be with Sophie. His status and his comfortable life as the brother of a Viscount, who was welcome in the highest circles of society, that didn't matter once he found Sophie, he fell inlove so deeply, that there was nothing he wouldn't have dropped for her, including his family if they didn't accept her.

I think the rest of his siblings always wanted to find a love like that, a love so moving that it would alter their perception of life forever. And Colin, Eloise, Francesca, Hyacinth and Gregory thought that this is what love was supposed to look like. But in a way, Benedict had a love story like this with Sophie exactly because he didn't have the right perception of life until he met her, she was his missing piece. The rest of his siblings had to find their missing piece in a different way than him.

It helps that Sophie as an inlaw is so easy to love, a relationship with someone as kind and fundamentally good hearted as Sophie is something the siblings could see themselves aspiring to. I think we do see how this colors how the siblings approach love later in life, even to the point of creating a few misunderstandings.

I can't wait to see Benophie on screen, it will be so great.

and that's the tea

#benophie #sophie baek #sophie beckett #benedict bridgerton

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dragonridernoobie · 1 day ago

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Hi👋

Can you pls do TFP(Bumblebee, Ratchet, Smokescreen, Knockout, Breakdown and Megatron) how would they react to thare cybertronian gn s/o snuezed(english isn't my first language, sorry if i wrote it wrong😭) VERYYYY adorably

It can be headcanons or scenario, but headcanons pls🥺, and have an good day/night💜💗🌌

Cute, and I'm so, so, so, sorry this took so long, I've been busy irl. I hope you love it! I really do! I have been on writer block as well, so, hopefully, I did well!

TFP transformers X Cybertronian Reader

Info: You sneezed, and the other reacted.

TFP Bumblebee

You and Bumblebee came back from a mission to find energon

While returning, you and Bumblebee were stuck in a slight cave in which caused dust to get in eachothers joints.

When you returner to base, you're fans were having trouble getting the dirt out. So as a last resort, it pushed the dirt out forcefully.

Which caused you to sneeze like a little panda(if you know the video).

When you look at Bumblebee, he looked at you with massive optics before beeping in rapid motion, saying "how cute" and "how did you do it"

You wished the ground will swallow you up.

Ratchet

You just returned from a fight with decpticons when you went out scouting.

You were dented up badly and ratchet was looking you over. While he looked you over, he starts to use a smoother to buff out you're armor.

While he was smoothing out you're body, some dry paint flies off and hits you on you're face. You're fans trying to get it out of you're body forces you to sneeze it out.

When you sneezed and looked at ratchet, he looked at you wide optics.

He starts to fuss over to ask if yiunwere ok and cybertronian arnt suppose to make that noise.

While fussing over, you explained what happened but he ain't gonna take that as an awnser.

Looks like you are trapped.

(Art not mine, it's @snowiiarts <----

Knockout&Breakdown

Breakdown and Knockout were both doing new resurch in human biology.

They found it wierd as fuck but they were forced into it, since Megatron wanted them to figure out ways to hurt primes humans pets.

While reasurching, (Y/N) was with them. They decided that to figure out human biology, they should upload deta into themselves that makes them experience a little bit of human biology.

(Y/N) was the first tester (she volunteered), and she uploaded the deta.

Breakdown and knockout watch closely to see if anything changes but nothing happens.

When they were about to call it a failed experiment, (Y/N) suddenly made a wierd noise.

When they turn to her, they see her jerk forward while her eyes close.

Immediately they think she is having a spark attack. Cut to (Y/N) on a slab with breakdown and knockdown running around in fear if they arnt fast enough, their friend will die.

Smokescreen

It was a normal day in the base.

The kids are playing games, the bots are doing their own thing, and smokescreen and (Y/N) are daring eachother.

They were in smokescreens berthroom and they were daring eachother to do random things.

Smokescreen soon dared (Y/N) to make a random noise that the humans have made at one point, and choose her to make a noise that the humans called a "sneeze"

(Y/n) not backing down, choose to do it, so she tried....and tried....and tried....and tried....

After multiple attempts, she was about to give up when she glitched her own system and made her fans force all the air out of her body.

She made a sneeze noise that dident sound Exactly like a human sneezing but close enough.

Smokescreen laughs extremely hard by seeing her face, since it sounded so funny.

Just yiu wait, you.will make him do somthing called a fart.

Megatron

Megatron currently was walking with (Y/N) down the halls of the nemisis.

He was explaining to her about his new plans of deafening the autobots.

While he explained his new plan, they walked around the corner, they come across some autobots on bored.

Megatron wasted no time to open fire, (Y/N) joining him.

While they fought, (Y/N) noticed the kids hidding behind a dead soldier.

She attempts to reach them but miko suddenly throws sand she has in her pocket (pocket sand 😆😆😆)

(Y/n) roars in pain and the humans run to the autobots before leaving through a ground bridge.

When megatron turns to (y/n) and stomps to her, ready to yell at her for letting them escape, (Y/N) suddenly makes a noise that stops him in his tracks.

He stears at (Y/n) who makes the noise again and apologize for her not capturing the humans.

After a quite few seconds, megatron excuses her and says "don't let it happen again."

He leaves to go find soundwave. He wants a recording of that noise...it was cute.

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glossykissies · 2 hours ago

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i think this was like one of the first scott fics u posted but reader was in college for like fashion design? i think 😭 but anyways reader got a bad grade in one of her classes and scott says she cant touch him cos u cant reward bad behavior!!!

it’s funny because scott thinks he’s handling it the right way.

it’s how he was raised — it’s why he ended up in the working environment he did. his mother was a sweet woman, but his father was hard, never impressed, always pushing scott to achieve more. of course there were times he resented him for being so cold and unyielding, but he supposed he had him to thank for everything. now as a grown adult, scott saw himself in his old man, rearing his ugly head when least expected.

you’d come home to scott, all wired up and manic looking for a distraction. the project you thought you’d been slaving over ended up bringing you your worst grade yet. it wasn’t failable, and you knew you’d be able to pull yourself back — but it was certainly a wake up call. you felt ashamed.

you’d mentioned it in passing to scott as you were toeing your shoes off, thinking that if you treated it as a casual thing, it would be less damning. you were known to work hard, and you’d hate if scott thought any less of you. if there was anyone who’s opinion mattered to you over your professor, it was him.

“— and i’m gonna have to retake that class because i flopped so hard, anyway i had icecream for lunch—”

“hold on.” scott frowns, arms folded over his chest as he leans a shoulder against the wall, narrowing his eyes at you. “retake the class? explain.”

he makes note of the way you swallow and avoid his eyes as you gather up an excuse. “its fine, i failed the class. its fine.” you shrug a shoulder, and scott stares before shaking his head with a sigh.

“look — i told you, if you’re gonna be here all the time you can’t let it interfere with your projects. i think — i think it’s best if you start spending some weekends from home so you can get back on top of—”

“no!” you bark, eyes wide and desperate, which actually silences him in surprise. you are incredibly quick to adjust yourself, releasing a tense chuckle to let it be known that you were on your best behaviour, smile straining your cheeks and not quite meeting your eyes. “scott it’s not that serious, i swear. i’m passing all my other classes, this happens to everyone atleast once.” you figure your tone is reassuring enough, especially as he doesn’t follow you into the kitchen to make your daily green tea.

you spend a little longer than usual in the kitchen as you sip away at your drink, giving your boyfriend time to hopefully forget about the bad grade you received so you could potentially start the evening over, feeling things were a little chaotic. the hot liquid seems to soothe your nerves momentarily too, aiming to leave the day behind as you eventually slink out into the living room, eeking out your distraction as you join scott on the couch.

he’s watching some kind of documentary, naturally manspreading with that concentrated frown like a man much older than he was. you let a mischievous smile slip as you wriggle up to his side, stroking at his arm. this was nothing unusual from your usual behaviour, so scott doesn’t react — continuing on with his show.

“scotty.” you breathe in his ear, beginning to dot kisses gently along his jawline.

“hm?”

“missed you. needed daddy all day.” you pout as a manicured hand rises to rest on his broad chest before sliding slowly down his stomach toward his belt. you nearly jump out of your skin when he grabs your wrist and moves it away.

“no.” he hums, voice low. you blink your wide eyes at him in confusion — maybe you were just spoilt, because it wasn’t often you heard that word so firmly.

“huh?”

it’s only then scott looks at you, raising his eyebrows. “you think i’m gonna reward you for failing a class? you know, if i had been you — i’d already be at the desk with my laptop out, getting to work so i don’t fail my class again.” he’s stern, and whilst you’re used to his blunt ways you’re stunned by how cruel he was being. to him, he wanted the best for you and this was how he showed it in the moment, but to you it was the ultimate rejection.

it’s unnoticeable to the human eye, but he softens when you’re so quick to submit without argument despite his words, bashfully climbing off the couch to silently grab your bag and head to the bedroom where scott’s desk was. he watches you go, arms crossed — before he sighs, closing his eyes. that wasn’t him, it was his father. you didn’t deserve that.

he thinks up what to say to you, standing up to retrieve you approximately seven minutes later. he finds you at the desk where he suggested, laptop open on an empty document, crying quietly into your hands. scott closes his eyes for a moment, taking a breath before starting towards you.

“hey. hey.” his voice is quiet as he scoops you off the chair, replacing you with himself as he cradles you on his lap. “c’mon.” he whispers, feeling you wrack with another silent sob into your hands.

“i’m sorry.” you squeak.

“you don’t have to be sorr—”

“you’re disappointed in me. i’m disappointed in me too i just wanted to forget for a few hours.” you cry like a baby, stripped down to your most vulnerable self and his jaw clenches, mad that he was the one to upset you like this. this relationship shit was harder than it looked.

“hey i’m not, okay? i’m not. i was… hard on you because i think you can be great. okay? i think you are great. most talented girl i know. i don’t wanna get in the way of that, you know?” his large hand slides up your back to pull you closer and he feels you nod.

“i know. i’m sorry i get so upset about stupid stuff. i tried to be a big girl about it. i tried to… start—” you pull away to gesture to the empty document and he breathes out a chuckle, pulling you back to his chest.

“i know. i see… and it’s not stupid. i was mean. you should have kicked my ass.” he shakes his head but hears you giggle against his shirt, likely staining it with tears and mascara.

“next time.” comes out muffled.

“great.” he sarks before pulling you back to mop up your face, trying not to grimace at any snot or drool as he swipes it away with his thumb. “look. get started on… all this tomorrow. i’ll help in any way i can. what do you need right now? hm?” he jogs you on his lap with his knee once to signify that he wants a verbal and decisive answer. you press your lips together, glancing down at his belt once more. “oh yeah?” he confirms in that deep voice that makes between your legs ooze. “still after that?”

you nod, and he squeezes you hip. “alright. i think i can provide.”

#nonnies ୭ 🧁 ✧ ˚. 🎀#s.m ♡#twisters ✮#scott miller prompt

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rhyrhy · 2 days ago

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Backstage heat

MDNI - Rockstar Chloe - short oneshot 🦋

Cw: another sneak off with you and your bandmate, situationship, fingering, and more smut.

To say that you and chole were flirts was beyond an understatement. The tension on stage that fans picked up on was just as prevalent off-stage.

And you loved it

Packing up after a particularly tiring show, you felt her familiar arms loop around your torso, head buried into your shoulder, a small "hi" being tiredly uttered. You always found yourself with a goofy smile when she got all handsy after subtly flirting on stage all night. “Hey” you greeted trying to help pack up but your movement was slowed with her clinging onto you. Chloe hummed in response, head resting against your shoulder, and her arms glued around your waist.

"So.. You wanna get outta here?" She asked, voice low and tired in your ear.

“Yes please” you basically dropped what you were doing, feeling giddy to be back in her arms even if it was only for a bit. She practically dragged you on the now empty tour bus, like a woman on a mission. She lazily flopped down onto her bunk, tugging you down on top of her. Chloe let out a soft, breathless laugh watching you plop down with no protest. Once you were settled, burying her face into your neck.

"Tired." She stated, a hand gently tracing up and down your side, the other pulling the two of you closer. Feeling along the lines and dips of your body. "I don't think I can play tomorrow either, I'm so tired… and sore." She added the last part on with a huff, and she lifted her head up, looking around for something.

“You say that after every show, you know that?” You say rubbing her cheek, seeing her slightly wore expression. Chloe closed her eyes and leaned into your hand, her lips spreading into a smirk at your words. Knowing she’d complain until her mouth fell off.

"Well, I am sore after every show, so…." She spoke back, before she opened her eyes and looked you over. Turning her head to get a better view of your body resting on hers. A smile lip bite scanning over you.

"So." Chloe repeated, before she suddenly grabbed you, pulling on your hips in an upwards direction sl you had no choice but to sit on her lap. Despite a weight difference or not, she loved the slight of you perched on her lap. You laughed at her actions and gave her a skeptical “oh?” Even though you knew what her plans were. it’s still fun to play along. Chloe placed her chin on your shoulder, and her arms slid up and wrapped around you, her legs falling on either side of your thighs. Her hands trails never failed to leave fire on your skin.

"Mhm…" She hummed, nuzzling her face against your neck once again. "You're so damn pretty." Chloe mumbled, a hand slipping up and into your hair, slowly letting her wonder slowly. You always returned her compliments…and wondering hands.

Chloe puffed out a laugh, and kissed the side of your neck. “Yeah? You're cuter, though." She countered, her hands moving to rest on your waist, a thumb gently rubbing back and forth. She dropped her gave over your shoulder to get a good look at your ass planted on her lap. Her teeth tugged on her bottom lip, already feeling her body tired but growing warmer. She let out a small moan when you traced over her collarbone with your own pecks. Yup, she needed nothing more than you crying out her name. Right here. Right now.

"know what you look best in?.." She mumbled suddenly, her fingers tracing along the collar of your shirt. Giving it a small small tug.

You pretend to think, tapping your chin. Then asked “What?”

"No shirt." She whispered, pulling on the collar of your shirt, her eyes locked on yours. "Just underwear." She added, tracing her fingers along the fabric layered on your shoulder.

You bit your inner cheek to not laugh at her bluntness. “oh really?, you look good like that too. We should wear that more often” Chloe nodded, and she tugged gently on your shirt again. She wanted it— no, needed it off, no doubt.

"Hell yeah I do. I’ll go change if you want me to~" She replied, pulling back to look you over. "But then-" She added, a smirk growing on her lips. "I want you to change too." “Like…now” You were about to mention the others coming back and interrupting but before you could finish that thought she rolled her eyes.

"They won't."

She replied quickly, and her hands slipped under your shirt again, gently pulling it off and throwing it on the floor. Her Hands immediately exploring the newly exposed skin.

"And even if they do, who cares?" She added, trailing her fingers down your sides. Chloe was always reckless like that, but it always excited you when you participated in her ‘fuck the world’ activities. A small flutter in your lower belly when she officially titled you her ‘Bonnie’ to her clyde of course.

And that’s how you ended up tangled up with her, lips hungrily crashed into each others. When her lips trailed down to your jaw alll the way down to pressing to your collarbone, right next to your neck. She nipped and sucked at the skin for a second, before moving down towards your chest

"Mm Turn around." She mumbled against the skin, her breath hot, and her hands gently guiding your shoulders to turn.

She hummed once more, her hands moving to your waist, gently rubbing up and down. "Hands on the bed, pretty please?" She asked, and placed her chin on your shoulder. You raised an eyebrow and asked her what she was up to with a smile on your face.

Her lips curved in a slight smirk, and she lifted her head to place a kiss behind your ear, before she spoke. "Nothing." She replied with a soft sigh.

"Just… want good a view." She whispered, and gently guided your hands towards the edge of the bed, pressing your palms into the bed sheets.

Her hands went to your legs, and she very slowly, gently, spread them, and she settled herself between them. "Much better." She mumbled, and she left a string of small kisses down the back of your neck, her voice low against your shoulder.

"Now..hm, I… think we've got too much on though, yeah?" She mumbled against the back of your neck, and she began to tug on your pants. One-by-one, Kyra pulled your pants and underwear, discarding them on the floor with your shirt. she leaned forward and started to unbutton her own jeans, pulling her shirt over her face and tossing it on the floor.

She placed another soft kiss on your shoulder, and her hands gently pushed on your shoulders, guiding your body until you were fully bent over onto the bunk. She cursed under her breath at the slight of you displayed out for her. “You are so hot, you know that?”

She kissed her way down to the back of your parted thighs and wasted no time placing both hands on either thigh and burying herself into lapping at the sensitive skin of your cunt. Oh, she was hungry, you were the best meal she’d had since the last time you two snuck off.

you gasped out, steadying yourself on your arms. Her tongue licked up into your folds, focusing on your clit.

She continued lapping at your clit, hands rubbing down your thighs while holding you against her mouth. Locked in place and she wasn’t going to let up until you were breathless and blissed out

The buss filled with slurping lewd sounds mixed with your own pleas for her to not stop. Her tongue zigzaged a few times over your entrance before following through with Her fingers slid between your parted thighs, to rub circles against your clit adding a little more pressure than her tongue could give.

“Shiiiitt chlo-“ you whined. Head dropped, trying to keep yourself steady on the bunk like she asked but she was making it damn hard. Eating you out like she’d never have you again after this. You rutted your ass backwards into her mouth, wanting more, more.

You heard a moan come from behind you as you pressed your ass deeper into her face. The vibration of her hum causing another needy moan to rip from the back of your throat.

After a few more moments, she let out a strangled, low sound, like a whimper, and her body tensed against yours, her arms and hands still clenched to you, holding onto you.

"Nngh..oh, god chloe—" you whimpered out loudly, the sound barely stifled as you felt the new sensation of her fingers teasing your entrance. You pleaded for her to finger-fuck you until you saw nothing but white …and who is Chloe to say no?

She rubbed a few more messy circles on your clit with her free thumb and finger dipped the pad of her middle finger into you. “mmmn” Chloe grined against your sopping skin not that you could see. She pulled back from your cunt for a moment to enjoy the sight of her finger disappearing and reappearing as she curled it towards your spongy walls.

“Think you can take another?” She asked already knowing the answer but it got her so hot to hear you ask, or beg even for it.

You noddded frantically between mewed moans, choking out many ‘pleases’ and ‘yes’s. music to her ears, she slowly pushed her ring finger inside you, to join her middle, Curling them inside to hit that spot she’d found earlier, causing your head to fall back down. “Thereee we go, fuck yes” chloe cooed, as your Eyes squeezed shut as much louder moans escape your mouth.

‘Fuck’ ‘right there- yes’ ‘please..please’ you were honestly just babbling at this point, feeling your climax creep closer with each pump of her fingers.

Closer , Closer , Closer

Until oh god you couldn’t take it anymore, “Yes, yes yes!” You cried out as your legs turned into pure jelly. Clenching down on her fingers as you rode out your high.

She slid back behind you to not let you fall over. Arms around your waist, whispering praises about how much she enjoyed that. rubbing soothing circles on your waist. Letting you catch your breath

because she was farrr from done with you.

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I mostly post abt Abby so this is just a little testerrrr

#lis fanfic #chloe price #life is strange #x reader #wlw smut #lgbtq #chloe price smut #smut #chloe price x reader #rhysoneshots

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alicefromwhichplanet · 2 days ago

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(For the kids)How do you feel being your parents’ child? What kind of person is your carrier/sire?

Skystrophe:

Oh, these questions are… unusual. (Look around anxiously) So am I allowed to say anything..? Will they watch this show…? Ok…

I wanna say that many bots say it’s lucky for me to have Optimus and Megatron as my parents… but the truth is, having them as parents really brings me a lot of pressure. It’s… not so easy to be the only child of two extraordinary people, and you know you’re not so extraordinary yourself. I mean, I am only “just ok” at many things they can easily do great. It’s just… I’m still trying to figure out.

My carrier is a very strong bot. By that, I mean he’s powerful, not only in battles and strategies, but in the will. I think there’s nothing in the world that can defeat him, or make him feel defeated. When he’s with us, he’s always happy, confident, full of energy. When sire feels unsure, he is there to boost his spirits. When I feel insecure, knowing that he is there for me, always makes me feel better.

My sire, on the other hand, is umm, stricter. I know he means well. He told me all about those stories of heroes and primes, and responsibility comes with strength. He’s a lovable bot, of course. And he’s gentle with me. It’s just, I don’t know. Maybe it’s the way he talks. He makes me feel… nervous.

Jinglestorm:

Being my parents’ child, it’s a lot of fun! They both like to play, so I’ve got plenty of time playing with them. We go racing on the plains, have a picnic in the woods, or play chess and other board games at home. Oh! And they love video games too! We also play video games.

And my sire, he’s a wonderful bot. He’s fun, energetic. He talks a lot, which is sometimes a little bit annoying. Hmm. But he’s actually the decision maker in our house, kind of? Him and my carrier take turns being the brain. But because of my carrier’s “unstable” issue, sire did play the brain most of the time, though he sometimes came up with bad ideas and I had to stop him from dragging us all in.

My carrier is— very well known among us kids. The cool triple changer, the only one alive by now.* He is also not very stable, and we know that. Besides that, my carrier went through a lot in past wars. Sometimes he’s still haunted by his past ghosts. But he doesn’t need to worry, because I am always there for him.

*It’s my headcanon and part of the plots of Heroic Nonsense, where Blitzwing’s triple changer form came from a secret experiment project carried out by autobots. The project failed because most of the subjects suffered serious complications— they developed split personality disorders and became overly aggressive and easier to get killed in the battlefield. Blitzwing is the only survivor.

Clobber:

Hmm, I don’t know. I guess I’m lucky to be my parents’ child. I’m happy and comfortable living with them. My parents knew each other for very long before I was born. They have a tacit understanding that made everything simple. We three are quite alike as well.

My carrier is the brain of our family. It’s easy to tell. Sire even calls her “General” as a loving nickname. And also, she’s really my role model. Her talents go beyond military strategies. She has wisdom and courage to deal with a lot of trivial stuff as well. As for my sire, he’s more of a kind-hearted, good tempered bot. He cooks really well and takes all the gardening work. By that I mean, work like making a fishpond in our backyard. More delicate job like planting is done by me. I heard that they were notorious decepticon war machines in the past. I always imagine how badass they can be! But I don’t have the luck to witness that. All I got are two big bots fond of their own hobbies and get along well with the neighbors.

Just for the reminder:

Skystrophe— Megatron and Optimus’s son, Megatron is the carrier

Jinglestorm— Blitzwing and Bumblebee’s daughter, Blitzwing is the carrier

Clobber— Strika and Lugnut’s daughter, Strika is the carrier

More worldbuilding see my fanfic Old World, New World

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cautiouscrab2eletricboogaloo · 17 hours ago

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I might get hunted for sport but I gotta speak my truth

Phoenix loves Mia.

No, not romantic love. To say Phoenix loves Mia romantically would be doing a disservice to their friendship. He loves her like a friend, but it was a deep, unrelenting love. He would trade the whole world if it meant keeping her happy and safe. Yes, Phoenix Wright loves Mia Fey.

She saved his life, truly. In a time where his judgement was so clouded, his mind so misconstrued by a woman whom he thought cared for him, she fought for justice. She saved him and was there for him. A good friend, a good lawyer.

But Phoenix…he latches onto people who give him the time of day. He falls hard, and he falls fast. Hell, he chose a career because of what a friend did for him in grade school. Thus, Phoenix joins her law office. Every day he discovers new quirks about her; the way her bangs fall into her eye, the name she gave her plant. And every day, he loves her more and more. Like a dog to its owner, she beckons, and he follows. He loves Mia.

But, as we know, Mia dies, quite brutally might I add. How did Phoenix truly feel, stumbling upon the dead body of his boss, his best friend? Did he fall onto his knees, sobs escaping his lips as he tried, and failed, to look away from the terrible scene? Did he restrain himself from brushing her bangs out her eyes one last time? What was he thinking when he felt the last bit of warmth leave her body forever? Because, damn it, Phoenix loves Mia.

No. He loved Mia.

And was that love part of what drove him to save her surviving half- her sister? Did he see the young child sobbing, a girl who he didn’t recognize by sight or by name, and knew she was to be protected? Even before all the blackmailing, did he knew he had to save her? He had to, for Mia…for himself.

Because we know guilt had to have eaten him alive through it all. How often, I wonder, would Phoenix stay up at night, thinking about how if he had just done things differently, Mia would still be here now? So maybe out of guilt, but most definitely out of love, he saved Maya. And he kept saving her, because the girl had a knack for trouble.

And maybe along the way, he found love for Maya too, but never as hard and as strong as he had felt for her sister. Nothing could compare. Mia was this unwavering figure in his life; the unstoppable force to his immovable object if you will. Maybe, a better way to put it, he liked Maya, but he loved Mia.

And is he truly awful for coming to that realization? Maya was hurt just as hard, if not more by Mia’s death. That was her sister, after all. But I digress, Phoenix loved Mia, and he liked Maya, and he hates that Maya is too small to ever fill the hole her sister left in his heart.

Would Phoenix catch himself walking to his office in the morning, expecting her presence? Would he forget to water Charlie, thinking Mia had done so earlier in the day? How often is it that he receives good news and she’s the first person he wants to tell?

Or perhaps, on the long stretches where one of the Feys didn’t channel her spirit, would he, in the dead of night, stare at Mayas sleeping form and try to pretend it was Mia? Maybe for a moment he could fool himself into thinking that her darker hair was a trick of the light; that her too short stature was just him remembering her wrong?

Because, by god, Phoenix loved Mia Fey, and perhaps he always will. But Mia is gone, no matter what spirit medium channels her that day.

#phoenix wright #mia fey #maya fey #ace attorney #character study #phoenix wright ace attorney #i cried while writing this #they make me so ill

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lynnieverse · 3 days ago

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undertow // ripples

✰ third chapter!

✰ 2.7k words

✰ chapter song -> bubbly by colbie callait

✰ tags: morally grey, one-sided rivalry, mystery, mutual pining, tension, redemption

✰ a/n: Thanks for all the love so far! Enjoy!

Lennox was huddled over her desk, combing through all the notes and outlines from the site visit. She tugged on her hair in frustration, not because of the project—no, that was fine—but the man behind the project.

Rafe was…difficult, but she had to admit his ideas were good. He was serious about this, and that was something she hadn’t been prepared for. It was her first project, and she expected something much simpler. This was a lot more pressure.

A knock at the door interrupted her thoughts.

“Everything okay in here?” her dad asked, leaning against the doorframe.

“Yeah, everything’s great, just working out some kinks for budgeting and stuff.” She leaned back in her chair, giving him her full attention.

“You’re doing great, Len, I know you’ve got this.”

“You haven’t even seen anything yet.”

“I don’t have to, I know you won’t let this family down.” He left her with that, not helping her anxiety at all. She let her eyes close and let out a deep breath.

It was fine, everything was fine.

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She met with Rafe the next day at the site, wanting to discuss and finalize the timeline for the project.

That’s when shit hit the fan.

“You are so fucking irritating! This is ridiculous Rafe!” Lennox snapped, waving her clipboard wildly. “You want this project done by next summer, but don’t have the basic infrastructure in place. The permits aren’t filed, the environmental reports are nonexistent, and the marina’s foundation isn’t even structurally sound!”

Rafe leaned casually against the side of his Jeep, a smug smirk on his face that only pissed her off more.

“That’s what you’re here for, Princess, to figure it all out. You’re the logistics person, right? So…logistically handle it.” He inflected his voice a bit at the end, trying to be cute. Instead it made her eye twitch.

“Logistics don’t just magically solve themselves! There’s actual laws we have to follow! If we rush into this it’ll be over before it even begins!” Rafe pushed off the car and stepped closer, his voice sharpening.

“It’s not rushing, Lennox, it’s moving efficiently. You’re just too scared to take a risk, like always.” His blue eyes blazed, daring her to challenge him.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“You know exactly what it means. You’ve always been a little rule follower, terrified to do anything except what Daddy tells you. Too scared then, too scared now.” He was taunting her, and she knew it, but damn it if it didn’t work. Lennox jabbed a finger into his chest, jaw clenching in anger.

“You know nothing about me. It’s not fear, Rafe, it’s called being realistic. You’re so desperate to prove you can do something on your own that you’re blind to how much work this actually takes. I’ve got the degree, and I’ve got more experience than you!” His smirk dropped and the tension crackled between them. All that could be heard was their labored breaths as they glared at each other.

The construction crew had stopped to watch them, but she didn’t care. She was too angry, too fired up at his little entitled attitude.

“You don’t get it,” he said finally, tone laced with frustration. “This is my chance to prove I’m not just a screw up.” His face was scrunched up, like he was fighting to keep his emotions from showing.

“And you think the way to do that is by cutting corners and taking the easy way? If this fails, Rafe, it’s not just your name on the line. My reputation is tied to this too.” His eyes narrowed.

“So that’s what this is about? Your perfect princess reputation?”

“No. It’s about doing things the right way. Don’t be like your dad, be someone better.” This made his jaw clench and he looked away, clearly not enjoying that comparison.

“Fine. Do what you have to do.” He stepped out of her space, and hopped in his car, speeding away without another word. Lennox knew she’d won, but something didn’t sit right in her chest.

There was that damn pity again. She probably shouldn’t have thrown his dad in his face, but knew she was right. Cutting corners and being an asshole was what got Ward killed in the first place, and if he wanted to separate himself from that he had to be different. She had to tell him that.

Still, she didn’t like the regret that echoed afterwards.

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Topper broke into her room later that night to invite her to yet another party.

“Topper! Door plus locked equals don’t come in!” He just shrugged and flopped beside her on her bed.

“So you’re coming right?” he said, poking her shoulder relentlessly.

“Where is it?”

“Kelce’s hosting this time, and no Rafe I swear.” He made a large “X” on his chest, pleading at her with his eyes. She dropped her head to the bed and groaned.

“Fine, I’ll go.” Topper whooped and ran away, shouting something about getting shitfaced. She shook her head at her little brother, but couldn’t blame him. She wanted to get shitfaced too, especially after the day she’d had.

She quickly got to work on her makeup, hair, and outfit, opting for some cutoff shorts and a blue tank top this time. Strapping on her sandals, she grabbed her phone and skipped downstairs. Her parents were both at work, but she wrote a note anyway, just in case they ended up crashing there.

Topper joined her a minute later, ushering her to the car so they could get going.

“Come on! We’re already late.” Lennox rolled her eyes but listened, turning up the air conditioning and leaning her head back. When they arrived at Kelce's house, the party was in full swing. Lights were flickering, music was thumping, and there were so many people they spilled out onto the lawn.

Lennox followed Topper up the driveway, her pulse racing in excitement. She loved parties once she got to them, convincing her to go was the hard part. As she stepped in the door she felt the energy pulsating around her. The faint smell of beer and sweat clogged up the dance floor. She needed a drink.

“Come on Len, loosen up!” Topper called over his shoulder, already weaving through the crowd towards the makeshift bar in the kitchen. Lennox opted to hang back, letting her eyes drift over the crowd of familiar faces. Kelce spotted her from across the room, sauntering over with a solo cup in his hand.

“Lennox Thornton,” he drawled with a grin. “Long time no see! Topper drag you out?” She smiled politely and chuckled a bit.

“Yeah, but I like a good party every now and again.”

“Well, welcome back to Figure Eight chaos; grab a drink, make yourself at home.”

“Thanks, I might,” she nodded once as he disappeared back into the crowd. She found herself drifting around from group to group, joking around with people she hadn’t seen in years. She ended up with a drink in her hand from Topper’s friend Grace, a nice looking girl with red hair and glasses.

She felt the rush of being a Thornton for the first time in a long time—the status, the stares…it was intoxicating, but also exhausting. Eventually she did end up alone, silently nursing her fourth, or maybe it was fifth, drink. She let the music and chatter wash over her, completely embracing the buzz.

Topper had disappeared once again, no doubt in the middle of some drinking game she didn’t understand, but she didn’t mind. One thing she learned being away at college was how to be content on the sidelines, and making your own fun. She stumbled into the kitchen, and braced against the counter. Maybe she could just chill there a minute.

As she was idly scrolling on her phone, she felt a presence behind her.

“Lost in thought or just bored out of your mind?” a smooth voice broke through the noise. She glanced up, startled, and found herself face-to-face with someone she didn’t recognize. He was tall, with sun-streaked blonde hair and a charming, easygoing grin. His basic outfit gave away his Kook-status, but he seemed to lack the pretentiousness she usually felt from them.

“Maybe both,” she raised an eyebrow. “You know how it is.” He chuckled and leaned against the counter next to her.

“Yeah, I do. All these parties are the same…can get brain numbing after a while.”

“Exactly,” she laughed. “And you are?”

“Elliot,” he said, offering his hand. “And you’re Topper’s sister, right? Lennox?”

“Guilty,” she smiled, shaking his hand. “I take it, you know my brother?”

“Everyone here knows Top,” he gestured to the crowd. “Hard to miss the guy yelling about tequila shots at two in the morning.” She snorted.

“Yeah, sounds about right.”

“What brings you out tonight? I haven’t seen you around much.”

“I just moved back home from New York; I graduated college this past semester.”

“Oh nice! I go to Charleston—senior—and I’m home for the summer.”

“Do you like it there?”

“Yeah, it’s great. No girls as pretty as you, though,” he nudged her with his elbow. Lennox felt a small flush rise to her cheeks and broke eye contact, taking a sip of her drink.

“I’m sure,” she managed.

“It’s true, plus you’re the most entertaining thing at this party.”

“Oh so that’s what this is? Entertainment?” she teased.

“Not just entertainment,” he leaned closer, “I’d like to think I’m better company than the guy currently puking in the bushes.” Lennox laughed, the sound catching her off guard.

“I’ll give you that,” she raised her cup at him.

“See? I’m already winning,” Elliot said, his grin widening.

They settled into an easy conversation, the awkwardness of being strangers quickly fading. He had a natural charm that didn’t feel forced, and she found herself genuinely enjoying his company. They talked about the weirdness of coming back home, her family business, and even little things like surfing.

As the night wore on she never left Elliot’s side, not even when some girls came over to recruit her for karaoke. She hadn’t felt this relaxed in weeks, and the way he looked at her—like she was the only person in the room—was impossible to ignore.

“You know,” his voice dropped low, like it was some sort of secret. “I’m really glad I came tonight.” His face was hovering close to hers, and she felt his breath fan against her cheek.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” he said, reaching up to tuck a flyaway hair behind her ear.

“Careful, Elliot, you’re starting to sound like a flirt.”

“Starting to?” he joked. “I must be doing something wrong if you’re just now noticing.” She laughed slightly, eyes dropping to his lips. There was something disarming about him, a quiet confidence. She felt the tension melt off her shoulders the longer she spoke to him.

Their faces inched closer and closer until their noses were touching. Lennox decided to mess with him a little, pulling back and looking him in the eye.

“Hi,” she smiled sweetly. He snickered, shaking his head.

“Tease.” She smiled and bit her lip, waiting for his next move while playing with the bottom of his shirt.

“Hey, you want to get out of here? Maybe take a walk?” She raised her eyebrows in surprise, definitely not expecting that.

“You’re asking me to leave a party with you after knowing me for all of…what? An hour?”

“Technically, it’s been two,” he said, checking an imaginary watch. Lennox rolled her eyes playfully. “And yeah, I am. Unless you’re down to hear Kelce butcher another Taylor Swift song.” She glanced towards the living room, where a bunch of boys were already screeching into a microphone.

“You know what? Why not? Lead the way.”

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He led her outside, the cool night air hitting her skin immediately. The noise from the party faded behind them as they strolled down the private dock Elliot found in the back. The moon reflected off the water, and the gentle sound of waves lapping against the wooden posts made the night feel quieter.

“Better?” Elliot asked her.

“Much. I needed a breather.”

“Me too,” he leaned against the railing of the dock, looking out over the water. “Figure Eight is great, but it always feels like everyone’s trying too hard to prove something, you know?” Lennox nodded, moving to stand beside him. Her elbows rested against the wooden railing, wind blowing her hair out of her face.

“I know exactly what you mean.”

Elliot turned his head, studying her. “You don’t seem like that though, you’re different.”

Lennox chuckled softly, gazing at the dark water below. “Different how?”

“I don’t know…you just seem indifferent to it all–the image, the competition. You’re just you, unapologetically.” Lennox looked at him curiously, feeling as if he was picking apart her soul.

“That’s one way to put it.”

“Am I wrong?” he pressed, catching her eye and making her smile.

“No, not exactly,” she admitted. “I just don’t see the point, you know? The fake smiles and blanket of superiority some of these people wear…it’s not real. None of it is.” Elliot was completely focused on her, looking deep in thought. “Outside of this place, nobody cares. You’re just like everyone else. I think that’s what I liked about the city, the anonymity.” She pursed her lips, shrugging her shoulders.

“It’s like a game, and if you don’t play you’re invisible,” Elliot murmured, a far-away look in his eyes.

“Maybe being invisible wouldn’t be the worst thing,” she mused.

He turned to face her fully, resting his side against the railing. “Not for someone like you. People notice you even if you aren’t trying.”

She raised her eyebrows, a small smile dancing on her lips. “Is that supposed to be a compliment?”

“I guess so, but don’t let it go to your head.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it,” she teased, nudging him slightly with her shoulder. For a moment they stood in companionable silence, just listening to the sounds of nature around them.

Lennox shivered, and Elliot immediately shed his button down, leaving him in a tight white t-shirt. He turned Lennox to face him, wrapped the shirt around her, and put her arms through the sleeves. Lennox blushed, watching him with wonder. He smiled at her, gripping the fabric, and using it to pull her into him.

“Hi,” he teased, the corner of his mouth curling up.

“Hi,” she smiled. Then he kissed her.

Their lips met gently, as if they were asking each other’s permission. Lennox’s hand travelled to his neck, playing with the ends of his hair as she deepened the kiss. Both Elliot’s hands were on her cheeks, thumbs moving back and forth slowly.

She moaned as he bit her lip, earning her a groan from him. Eventually they broke apart, breathless.

“Wow,” he said, staring down at her in awe. She laughed, looking down, unsure of how to respond. It was a good kiss, not Earth-shattering, but very good. Her phone lit up before she could.

“It’s my brother,” she said, unlocking it immediately. “He says he’s ready to go and the Uber’s almost here.” She found herself disappointed, not wanting the night to end just yet.

“Well, we better get you back then.” Elliot offered his hand and she took it, letting them swing back and forth as they made their way back down the dock.

As they approached the house, Elliot stopped.

“So, any chance I could take you out to dinner sometime?” She hesitated, but pulled her phone out of her pocket, opening up a new contact.

“Here, put your number in.” Elliot chuckled, typing in his information and sending himself a text before handing it back.

“Done. I’m holding you to that dinner, Thornton.”

“Good luck, I’m not an easy person to keep up with,” she smiled.

“Me neither,” he shot back. She left him standing there, hands in his pockets with a dopey look on his face.

Topper met her outside, slightly swaying, but overall not too bad.

“Have fun, Top?” she laughed.

“Oh yeah, Len, great. You?”

“It was alright,” she smiled, keeping Elliot to herself.

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