#she'll probably only be with us for a few more weeks

[gold-rhine]

A/N: This is Kaeya with the Disco Elysium skill system, because I miss him and I think it fits him really well. It's a scene from his hangout, the Liyue part, where—if you don't remember or criminally didn’t play it—Kaeya and the Traveler go to Liyue, meet a guy Kaeya saved from bandits a couple of times (but didn’t remember at first), and who is now being swindled by the local scammers. Kaeya already explained to him that he's being scammed, but didn't offer to help, instead advising him to reach out to local authorities. The Traveler then tries to convince Kaeya to help by telling him they think he's a good person, and he denies it, but agrees to help anyway. I always thought this would be fascinating to explore from his internal monologue POV, because his answers are so self-contradicting.

All dialogue is canon, I only wrote internal monologue.

Warnings: mentions of alcohol addiction and suicide ideation

Characters: Kaeya, Lumine

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YOU - You walk away, but the traveler doesn't follow. You stop a few paces away and watch the traveler talk to the idiot who got scammed and his friends.

Aunt Zhang: That con-artist is human scum!

Guangzhi: Don't worry, Wu. We'll come with you to the Ministry to report the case.

Captain Wu: Surely I'll be able to get my Mora back... probably... hopefully...

PERCEPTION: The Traveler stays silent—she’s never been one for unnecessary words, and with her chatty fairy absent today, the quiet feels heavier than usual. Yet the faint crease in her brow betrays her resolve, as she turns to walk up to you with a look of determination.

CHESSMASTER [Trivial: Success]: Authorities? A tedious solution. She’s already decided—you’re the better choice, and she won’t leave without your agreement.

LUMINE (THE GOLDEN TRAVELER): She stops before you, arms crossed, golden eyes sharp and unyielding. The silence stretches. Damn that absent pixie; at least Paimon’s whining would’ve given you an opening to deflect.

Crumble immediately.

2.[Composure - Legendary] Say nothing, stare her down.

3. [Chessmaster- Easy] Tell her there will be a price for your help, and she will be the one to owe you.

>4. Surely you can think up of ways to deflect even without the Celestia's baloon?

SILVER TONGUE - Use that 'martial arts hero' bit from earlier. Remind her how you teased her about secret vigilante work, play it off like she's taking this too seriously.

LOGIC - She IS a hero. Why pretend that it's a joke?

SILVER TONGUE - Precisely. By calling her a 'martial arts hero' — linking it to that dour Darknight persona, you make heroics sound absurd. Even she’d hesitate to embrace the comparison. Who willingly becomes another Diluc?"

ANGEL'S SHARE - She's friends with Diluc.

SILVER TONGUE - She's friends with everyone. She's friends with Paimon, but 'Emergency food' wasn’t coined for no reason.

Crumble immediately.

2.[Composure - Legendary] Say nothing, stare her down.

3. [Chessmaster- Easy] Tell her there will be a price for your help, and she will be the one to owe you.

>4. [Silver Tongue - Medium] Use that 'martial arts hero' jab again. Frame it as playful teasing - make her insistence on helping seem almost childish. The more she leans into heroics, the more ridiculous she'll sound.

SILVER TONGUE [Medium: Success] - "I am quite curious. How does our chivalrous martial arts hero intend to come to Captain Wu's rescue here?"

CHESSMASTER - What a delightfully naive question. She's not here with a plan - she's here to draft you as her personal strategist. Might as well invoice her for your help.

THE FOOL - I thought we agreed she's one of the people we will try to keep out of being transactional with? Also she did a lot for us in the past anyway.

THE LIST - Favors Count is 5 to 7 to her advantage, but she did try to screw us over with that hereditory sword.

YOU - The sword. That entire week you spent waiting for her to decide. The way she played along until the last moment. The way you almost believed she wouldn't do it.

She failed your test. That doesn't balance out. It outweighs everything.

ANGEL'S SHARE - This is exhausting, and you haven’t even had a drink today. Just walk away. Find a bottle. Forget this.

DRAMA - Just say that you don't know how to solve it anyway, so asking you is pointless.

KING IRMIN'S TRIAL [Trivial: Success] VERDICT: NOT A LIE.

The solution remains unconsidered, therefore unknown. No lie has been spoken. Your vision doesn't blur. The chains don't tighten. The old laws still shield you.

THE FOOL - But you could devise a plan if you tried. This technical truth might satisfy the law, but when did you start hiding behind loopholes with HER? She deserves better than that, try to reason with her...

CHESSMASTER - She deserves nothing. Reasoning with people is a luxury you can't afford. That scar above your eye burns at the memory. You reasoned with Diluc too. You remember how that ended.

1.Give up and crumble.

2.[Silver Tongue - Easy] Amplify the 'vigilante hero' mockery. If she wants to play champion, paint her as naive - a wide-eyed storybook hero chasing windmills. The more absurd you make altruism sound, the less she'll press.

3.[Chessmaster- Easy] State your terms coldly. She wants your skills? She buys them.

4.[Drama - Easy] Let your voice go hollow. 'I don't know how to help' isn't a lie if you refuse to consider solutions. The chains won't tighten.

>5.Try to reason with her.

6. Say fuck it and leave to get a drink.

YOU - "There are countless victims of injustice in the world. We can't try to help each and every one of them, can we?"

LUMINE (THE GOLDEN TRAVELER): She tilts her heard, as if she's heard something that doesn't quite make sense, and then says firmly, with no hesitation "But you're a good person, Kaeya."

SILVER TONGUE - What?

CHESSMASTER - WHAT???

LOGIC - She can't be serious. This *has* to be a joke.

DRAMA [Easy: Success]: She looks at your earnestly, no hint of sarcasm or dishonesty in her golden eyes. She means what she's said.

LOGIC [Legendary: Failure] - You've let her see the cracks in the mask. Even her little useless fairy caught on by now. You've manipulated *her* directly and admitted it on several occasions, why would she still be thinking of you as a good person?

CHESSMASTER [Impossible: Failure] Unless... unless this is her gambit. Not manipulation—absolution. The one move you can't counter. She was the bigger master liar all along!

THE FOOL - No, that's ridiculous, she's not. But she had traveled Teyvat. She's stood against the abyss and the archons. Seen through Signora's deceit, Childe's bravado, even Zhongli's contracts. And when she looks at you— Why does her voice sound like truth?

LOGIC - ....

CHESSMASTER - ...

ANGEL'S SHARE - No. You are a filthy sinner.

LOGIC - Yes. This correlates with the all known data.

ANGEL'S SHARE - Because you were always a dirty liar.

DRAMA - Even back then, under the rain, crying, you lied to Crepus.

ANGEL'S SHARE - You lied to them all. All that time. And for what? You failed to do anything.

ORDO FAVONIUS - You failed your duty.

KING IRMIN'S TRIAL - You failed your duty.

THE FOOL - But...

ANGEL'S SHARE - You failed everyone. The world would be better without you.

1. Say fuck it and leave to get a drink.

2.Say fuck it, leave to get a drink and kill yourself.

>3.DRAMA [Easy: Success] Don't do that in front of her, that would be horribly uncool.

YOU - What are you supposed to do then?

SILVER TONGUE - Play it cool. Pretend to be surprised, but condescendingly and sarcastically.

1. Say fuck it and leave to get a drink.

2.Say fuck it, leave to get a drink and kill yourself.

>3 [Silver Tongue - Medium] Cooly and sarcastically tell her you're surprised she thinks you're a good person.

SILVER TONGUE [Medium: Success] - "Oho, I'm surprised. I didn't know you thought of me as someone who helps other people unconditionally."

CHESSMASTER - Wait. Play along. Having the Descender believe in your goodness could be useful.

KING IRMIN'S TRIAL [Challenging: Failure] VERDICT: A LIE. It contradicts every known fact. Chains tremble at your throat.

DRAMA [Medium: Success]: You don't have to say it directly. Stay vague. Let her assumptions do the work.

KING IRMIN'S TRIAL [Challenging: Success]: Verdict shifts: NOT A LIE. You merely expressed surprise. The chains loosen.

THE FOOL - But she was the one who knew the bad parts and shady moves and still wanted to be your friend. If you don't contradict her now, wouldn't it be hollow after this?

CHESSMASTER - "Hollow". This is about the big picture, not your ridiculous feelings.

ANGEL'S SHARE - It's already hollow. Everything you touch rots. Why pretend otherwise?

1. Say fuck it and leave to get a drink.

2.Say fuck it, leave to get a drink and then kill yourself.

3 [Drama - Medium] Say something evasive. Let her believe what she wants. The chains won’t tighten if you never quite agree.

4.[Silver Tongue - Legendary] Map the exit before she speaks—flatter her righteousness, then pivot to how exhausting virtue must be.

5.Crumble.

>6. Tell her you're not a good person.

YOU - "I'm genuinely flattered, but we both know that I'm not that kind of person really."

LOGIC: A half-measure. You didn’t deny it outright—just implied she’s mistaken. Coward’s truth.

CHESSMASTER: Smart. Now she’ll argue for your goodness, listing your virtues like a defense attorney. Let her convince herself.

ANGEL’S SHARE: Lies taste better with honey. Too bad you’ll drown them in wine later anyway.

THE FOOL: We both know. But do you? Really?

LUMINE (THE GOLDEN TRAVELER): She rolls her eyes, but with a fond smirk. Then, she starts counting on her fingers.

LUMINE (THE GOLDEN TRAVELER): "You didn't want others to laugh at Captain Wu's woes." She bends down one finger. "You helped Captain Wu just because you were there, and you didn't even remember it." A second finger folds. "You even helped him think through where we can find the con-artist." Her third finger curls in.

LUMINE (THE GOLDEN TRAVELER): She smiles confidently, a sure truimph written all over her face. "And that's why I believe you'd be willing to help."

SILVER TONGUE: Clever. Turning your own actions into evidence against you. She’s learning.

LOGIC: Three points. All factual. No obvious counterarguments.

ANGEL’S SHARE: Or she’s just stating the obvious. Even a drunk could see you’re softer than you pretend.

DRAMA [Easy: Success]: Her smirk says she knows she’s won. The worst part? She’s right.

THE FOOL: …She’s counting your good deeds. When did anyone ever noti—

CHESSMASTER: She's wrong. You forgot Captain Wu's debt entirely. If you truly cared, it would've lingered in your mind like wine stains on ledgers. But it didn't. That's the truth she's missing—you're not kind. You're indifferent.

THE LIST: Captain Wu: No strategic value. No political ties. No outstanding skills. Of course he slipped your mind. Useless people don't get remembered.

SILVER TONGUE: You only suggested where to find that con artist so Wu would stop whining. Basic crowd control, not compassion.

ANGEL'S SHARE: Ah. So you're worse than even you thought. Not just a liar—a liar who abandons the weak. How very... you.

THE FOOL: But... wouldn't you want to be the person she sees? Even if she's wrong about you now... couldn't you become that?

1.Crumble.

2.[CHESSMASTER - Medium] - Bargain for price.

3.[Silver Tongue - Medium] Keep deflecting! Pivot to her "naive heroics" again. If she wants to play this game, make her justify every rule.

>4.[Composure - Challenging] Crumble with dignity. Sound amused, but not shaken—a king conceding a chess move, but not the match. Let the laugh in your voice mask how her words linger.

Composure[Challenging: Success] - "Your logic is very straightforward… and quite endearing in its simplicity."

LOGIC - Deny now and you'll have to explain why. Admitting this means exposing the ledger in your mind where every kindness has a price.

CHESSMASTER: Checkmate. At least barter for favorable terms. If you're going down, make sure she pays for the privilege.

ANGEL'S SHARE: Or just drink until this conversation blurs into something less... revealing. First round's already poured.

THE FOOL: She's smiling at you. Not the smug grin of victory, but something warmer. Like she's seeing something you've long since buried.

DRAMA [Easy: Success]: The chains don't tighten. That's the worst part. This isn't a lie.

Run. Now. Before her words sink in any deeper—before that fragile hope in her eyes becomes something you might actually want to protect.

2. [Chessmaster- Easy] Betray her cleanly. One sharp cut. Report her next illegal action to Jean, "accidentally" leak her plans to the Fatui, let the consequences teach her what you won’t. Better she learns now.

3.[Chessmaster- Challenging] Betray her slowly, with consequences actually harsh. Become exactly what she thinks you’re not. She deserves better than a man who prices every kindness.

>4.Agree to help, but drown it in enough sarcasm to poison the sincerity.

5. [Silver Tongue - Legendary] Deflect desperately. Deploy every weapon in your arsenal - flash that signarure smile, spin a joke about knights in shining delusions, offer to buy her a treat. Anything to shatter this moment before it cracks you open.

YOU - "But I like how you think. So I'll indulge your martial arts hero aspirations for now."

LUMINE (THE GOLDEN TRAVELER): Her smile widens, still confident, like she didn't doubt you even for a second.

THE FOOL: ...Isn't it worth it?

CHESSMASTER: Silence. The chessboard lies abandoned.

SILVER TONGUE: Silence. For once, your tongue turns to lead.

ANGEL'S SHARE: Silence. The old script whispers its tired line: Let them leave first. Yet your feet stay rooted.

LUMINE (THE GOLDEN TRAVELER): Of course she grabs you. Of course her hands are furnace-warm. Of course that infuriating smile never wavers as your traitorous pulse leaps before your brain can hiss "abort mission."

YOU: Damn her.

[ellierium]

‧₊˚🕷‧₊˚ 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫-𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧!𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ‧₊˚🕷‧₊˚

cw: nsfw and sfw themes ahead. mentions of a strap, sex, bondage, public sex, pussy eating, etc.

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𝐬𝐟𝐰:

✶ she developed her webs in joel's garage. he damn near had a heart attack when he caught her stuck to the ceiling of her room after her taking a "sick day" from school. very early stages of her spider-woman era, but joel still teases her about it. he tells you the story once ellie lets him know that you know.

✶ she has a bad habit of not pulling her punches. she can't quite help it — joel didn't raise her to play nice with others like that. especially others who like to prey on innocent people.

✶ she doesn't like calling herself a super-hero. she's not one, really. she'd say she's a vigilante more than anything else. she's very adamant about it. its endearing.

✶ she absolutely loves giving the cops a hard time and she takes credit for every bad guy that gets caught. she's known for making them go on wild goose chases and exhausting their "resources" too. she makes them work for the arrest. if she's busting her ass every night, they should be too. joel (captain miller...) is not very fond of it.

✶ speaking of captain joel, thats the only reason she really helps the cops. otherwise, she wouldn't be handing them these arrests. there's certain things the cops can't do that a vigilante can. and if captain joel turns a blind eye, so will everyone else.

✶ because she's got a healing factor, she smokes. she smokes more around the holidays. she’ll go through a pack a week if she doesn’t reel herself in. she usually doesn’t, honestly, but such is life.

✶ she loves seeing little kids dressed as her. she does her best to interact with them when she's making rounds.

✶ villains don't really like fighting her because she doesn't dodge. she'll take the hits because she just doesn't care. its a sight to see, really — this chick with her suit ripped up, hands relaxed at her sides, staring straight at whoever just threw the punch. make sure to clear the area if she starts laughing.

✶ she has perfectly curated playlists for her swinging sessions. only join her if you're prepared to invest in good headphones so she can share her playlist.

✶ she takes you around the city if you don't want to take the train, bus or a taxi. its just easier, honestly.

✶ super dork. loves comic books and she was ecstatic to design her first suit. she keeps it in the back of her closet to look at every now and then.

✶ she's a photographer for the local paper. guess who always gets the best angles of spider-woman?

𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰:

✶ she uses her webs for things she probably shouldn't. she likes tying you up and using you to her hearts content. she'll web your mouth shut if you don't quiet down.

✶ she's insanely strong so if she's out of webs, she'll just hold you down herself. she's got a bad habit of doing it anyway.

✶ she's also very flexible. it comes in handy when you want to have your way with her, too — knees pushed to her shoulders, your tongue lapping up every drop of slick that drips out of her cunt.

✶ she loves fucking you with the mask on. you don't admit to having fantasized about it, but she clocks you as soon as you guide her hands to your ass one night after she came back from patrol.

✶ she'll take you to the highest skyscraper just to fuck you over the edge. it takes a few times to get used to the swoop! in your stomach when she takes you up there the first few times, but now its just a part of the foreplay.

✶ she'll snatch you up when you least expect it and then eat you out in an alleyway if she's missing you that bad. she just can't help it.

✶ she really likes roleplaying, specifically when you pretend to be in trouble and she comes around to rescue you. how else do you expect to repay her if not by riding her strap?

✶ she's very possessive when she's a civilian with you. and she hates that she can't be loud and proud about it when she has the mask on. at the end of the day, though, its her tongue in your cunt as you whimper her name. such is life when your girlfriend is spider-woman.

✶ she's the worst at flirting but can't help dirty talk in bed. it just falls off the tongue.

[coldilikeit]

Yandere Batfam x Camp half-blood (Neglected reader)

Dc x Pjo

Part 5

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Diana is seething, she's filled with rage, the lies Bruce fed her?

"I'm very worried for their wellbeing..."

"I miss them very much"

"they're so young, I don't want anything bad to happen to them"

Asshole.

She kicked the door of the justice hall down, startling the kids who had gone back on patrol from trying to find (Name)

"hey what gives?" Flash asks

Superman raised his eyebrow "you left so suddenly, mind telling us where you've been?"

She looks at batman's sidekicks and then at him, while staring him straight in the eyes "the kid is dead" she says

"what?"

A silence washing over the entire room

"the lady who attacked your house, that wasn't an ordinary lady, in the eyes of mortals she may look normal, but in the eyes of divine beings... It's a monster, that monster was an empousa, a poisonous fire breathing monster who feeds on the blood of mortals and divine beings alike" Diana thinks about how she'll explain everything to J'onn later, but figure that he's probably reading her mind right now

Her suspicions are confirmed as J'onn nods at her

"your kid, (Name), they're a demigod, because of that they're a target for monsters, they're gone, eaten, sorry Bruce"

Crap Diana thinks, was she too harsh? She was just too angry

Ignoring the fact Diana just announced Bruce slept with a god, Superman placed his hand on Batman's shoulder "My condolences Bruce"

Everyone was giving their apologies to the bats

She didn't look at the widened eyes of batman's sidekicks, she noticed but chose to ignore the sound of Dick collapsing into a chair, she heard didn't pay attention to the footsteps of Damian who had to run out of the room

Cass stiffened up, she trembled as if resembling a cracking statue, Steph wants to cry, but she knows very well that she doesn't deserve to cry over you, Barbara just- it's like she just stopped working

As much as she feels so cruel right now, she knew it was the only thing that will keep you hidden, if not, they'll keep trying to find you

Green arrow crossed his arms, but it was clear he was disturbed by the death of a 12 year old kid "Diana, please elaborate"

"Bruce here, had intercourse with a god, that led to (Name) being born, monsters attack demigods, people who are half god half human such as myself, without proper protection monsters kill demigods easily, and (Name) suffered that fate, monsters attack demigods while they're young and tasty and leave them alone as they grow older, they don't feed usually on humans, just animals and demigods"

It seemed like Batman or more appropriately for this situation Bruce wasn't even listening, his mind still stuck at the announcement of your death

"If it'd make you feel better, you can take a break for a while... I know what it's like to lose family, we all do, let yourself grieve Batman, you might be a hardcore vigilante but you're still a father" (to everyone but name) Barry suggests

Starfire has been trying to calm Dick down, his breathing has become irregular and unstable, switching between deep and short breaths

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Jon runs after Damian, it looked like any second, the unbeatable demon spawn fell to his knees

"Damian! Are you okay!?" Jon asks

"I-i thought it'd only last a few days... Maybe a week if they're incompetent, or maybe months if we're unlucky" Damian started to cough

He took off his robin mask and took a deep breath "Since there was no body, I was fine, I thought they're okay, maybe a few injuries here and there, but they're alive so it's fine, but- the reason there was no body... Was because she was eaten- by stupid, how'd -" Jon didn't know what to do, between the both of them, Damian was the composed one

Then two of his siblings came, Jason and Tim

"what the fuck? Demon spawn?" Jason was surprised, and immediately glared at Jon, accusingly looking at him for making his brother this way

Jon put his up defensively "I didn't do anything, promise, I'm trying to comfort him!"

Tim knelt down with Damian "what happened?"

"(Name) is dead"

And suddenly it feels like nothing matters anymore

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"okay! And this'll be your bed!" Selina ended the tour of the cabin

Selena Beauregard, Daughter of Aphrodite, she was your sister, Gosh you have a sister! And she was nice! She wasn't like Cass who for some reason, closed her eyes everytime you tried to communicate with her

Barbara pretended to be busy, too busy, what do you mean you have to work? Didn't your workplace get burned down by two-face two days ago?

Steph- at least she was honest, she straight up told you she' didn't want anything to do with you

A guy with blonde hair and blue eyes walked out of the bathroom, a nice change from the black and blue eyes you're used to

"hey! You're our new sister! The one who was flirting with that Hephaestus kid-"

"Aster! (Name) Told me they were just friends and if they were flirting what's wrong with that? Love is love" Selena came to your rescue

Aster tilted his head confused with the way you're shifting "what's wrong?" He asked

"aren't people in Greek mythology who are named after flowers turn into them?" You nervously fiddle with your fingers

With that some of your siblings who are in their respective spaces burst out laughing and Aster is hugging you laughing whilst explaining that in Greek mythology "the people came first, not the flower"

That seemed to calm you down a bit, then another girl, whose name is Drew spoke up "so (Name) who's your mortal parent?"

You freeze up at this question but the other kids seemed normal about it

"don't worry (Name) it's some game we play, cause mom's standards are high, we compare mortal parents" Another one one your brothers said, his name is Castillo, he had a faded hair color of blue to purple that reminded you of Ramona flowers

(this is actually canon in Pjo, lmao)

He continued "my father was a famous k-pop idol" he bragged

A little girl then shouted "My dad was a model for Designer clothing!"

Selena rolled her eyes "So whose your dad (Name)?"

You didn't want to answer that, but at the same time- this is the first sibling playing you've ever been in, you're included here!

"my dad is Bruce Wayne... You can look me up on Google- but he, he really wasn't the best- umm dad"

"THE BRUCE WAYNE?" Someone gasps

"i thought his name was Brucie?"

You hear in the background

"I didn't know he was an asshole" Aster muttered

"come on bro, the guy parties all day and he's with children, how could you ever think that guy's a good father?" Castillo shrugs his shoulders

"that's okay (Name), a lot of mom's lovers are vain, taking it too seriously in their heads that they slept with the goddess of beauty, that's why mom stopped revealing herself, there are rare moments, but they're rare" another sister of yours says

You honestly feel so at home here...

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I'm now realizing that the "Neglected daughter" fandom is literally so small, I just saw like three of my readers in another fic I was reading XD

Let's support each other!!!! :3

Also the characters without description are canon characters, people who are actually in pjo

The one with descriptions are OC's!

So Drew and Selena are canon characters! :3

Callisto and Aster aren't

I hope you enjoy the chapter!

@wpdarlingpan @mountvesuvu @nathaly36 @delias-stuff @vanessa-boo @bat1212 @sadslasher13 @ellaprime7

[fisherrprince]

friends, countrymen. if you feel the urge to go to the chiropractor because your body aches, you do not want a chiropractor, you want a massage.

“but fish” you may say. “that sounds. scary” it’s not. if you really have an aversion to people touching you, at all, ever, maybe this isn’t for you. but a chiropractor isn’t for you either, because they also touch you a lot. In the case that you think you’d be chill with it for an hour, im going to describe in detail more or less what to expect at a massage appointment.

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why not a chiropractor?

we’re not going to get into it, but a chiropractor tries to put your bones back in alignment. This is functionally useless if your tight muscles are pulling on your bones in the first place! They’ll just go back to being achy and out of alignment within the week. You need to be addressing the root of the problem. a massage may not fix it (sorry. it takes work on your part), but it may help your muscles relax so you can train them to chill out and sit in their correct spots. plus it feels nice. if you feel like you need something more intense, go for a deep pressure therapy massage. it digs into your sore muscles without the danger of a chiropractor.

what does the room look like?

in most cases, when a massage parlor has an official building, the massage room is a small dim-ish room with one massage table, maybe a chair, and some cubbies or cabinets either for the masseuse's tools or for your clothes. there may be decorations, candles, fake candles, little speakers, a mirror, or pillows. the massage table looks like a little twin mattress with a donut pillow sticking out the top and blankets covering the mattress. The table is also usually heated, and you can adjust the heat by asking for it.

what stuff is also there?

smells there are smells in there, usually woody, floral, or natural scents like cedar, eucalyptus, lavender, chamomile, or peppermint. sometimes you get to choose your smells. if there's a smell you don't like (eg lavender, which makes me sneeze), politely ask not to use that one. very few massage parlors have no smells at all, but I've found that most places aren't nearly as overwhelming as, say, a bath and body works, which sucks to be in.

music or nature sounds. think stereotypical soft spa music. I've never encountered a situation where the music bothered me, but you can also request to change it.

lotions and/or oils they go on your body, because rubbing your hands against your skin for a long time without a buffer irritates your skin! they are where most of the smells comes from, if there's not a diffuser in the room. again, if a smell is bad, politely request to not use that smell. the oils may also get in your hair or on your underclothes, if you keep them on.

warm things sometimes the masseuse will use warm things, like warm towels or warm rocks, on you. they're usually nice in the same way a hot tub is nice - a little hot at first, and then warm. if they use a warm towel, it's probably going on your feet or back or neck. warm rocks will usually go on your back. I've never encountered warm rocks but they're in the promo pictures so, i suppose you'd need to do something other than a deep pressure therapy massage to get warm rocks.

some talking at the beginning, the masseuse may instruct you to take some deep breaths and relax, like the beginning of a meditation. she will usually not keep talking the entire time unless you're talkative. I often fall asleep.

what am I expected to do?

you'll enter the room, the masseuse will ask you what you want her to focus on, and she'll leave for a few minutes to let you undress. You can undress to your comfort level, but I usually at least decide to go topless, because it helps them reach my back better and my upper back hurts. once you're as comfortable as you can be, slide in under the blankets (both blankets if there's two) on the table and leave only your head poking out. if she doesn't tell you to start on your back or stomach, pick one, doesn't often matter.

you are fully expected to let her know at the beginning if there are areas you don't want her touching, and you're expected to let her know if she's going too hard or too gentle on your muscles. her goal is your comfort and relief!

then what happens?

chillax for a while. the masseuse will move around the table, addressing your muscles bit by bit. usually, they'll start with a scalp massage, and then move down. aside from massaging you, she will often move your limbs around, tuck the blanket around you, or put things like rolled towels or pillows under you at times. you are just supposed to lay there, relax, and let her do so.

good massage feels like anywhere from a nice backrub to that good sore you feel poking a bruise or moving after working out real hard. it should not actively hurt -- let him know it hurts if it does.

what do I do after?

when she leaves the room to let you redress, do that, and then go meet her in the lobby to pay her (if you haven't already) or for a brief touch base. if this is like, a fancy resort massage, they'll have a whole dressing room you're supposed to go back to, so you won't see your masseuse again. he's probably washing up.

drink water! often they'll give you some water afterwards. It's because loosening your tight muscles opens them up to water your body wants to give them anyways, so you might get a little dehydrated.

eat a snack with vitamins in it, like nuts or fruit. if you had a massage that really beat you up (I asked for this a few times while recovering from an injury), take an advil too. Normally, you won't need pain reliever even a little bit.

if it was nice, leave a little tip.

miscellaneous tips

if this is your first time, go for the shortest option so you can see if you like it or not. often, they'll have a first time client discount.

don't be afraid to fall asleep or snore or anything. they don't care.

they also shouldn't care about your body type. To be polite, take a shower at least the night before going in, but I guarantee they couldn't care less about what you look like, only that your muscles are stiff.

don't be too annoyed if you asked for neck and shoulders and the masseuse is hanging out at your feet. remember to specify exactly what you want at the beginning, but your muscles are all connected, and your legs are probably tight too.

try to find an independent company. massage envy might be good for a first attempt if you're worried about them pushing too hard, but they aren't as good or personalized as some guy who's been doing this for 40 years.

when you lay on your stomach, stick your face in the donut pillow in a way that lets your face stick out the hole, but try not to line the middle of your neck up with the edge of the bed. it's a little uncomfy.

you are fully within your rights to wear a mask during your massage.

please tell them your allergies! especially if it's to coconut oil!

[tiredandsapphic]

DIRT? NO WAY

pairing ꩜ lottie matthews x fem!reader headcanons summary ꩜ where lottie's gf is an absolute wreck in the wilderness an ꩜ this totally hasn't been on my mind the past week... nooooo...

꩜ the minute you crashed you knew you were doomed. stuck in the woods, the woods had dirt... it had bugs... it had mud. somehow the actual crash was the least worrying thing.

꩜ you tried to act chill at first, but a few weeks in and you cracked the moment something crawled across your leg at night. lottie saw this coming. "im not built for this." which she replies with a soft, "you're doing amazing, sweet girl."

꩜ you're constantly avoiding dirtiness like the plague, which lottie knows, which she'll feed into. carrying your backpack? she's already on it. walking in the woods? she'll carry you if she has to or just take breaks to give you small kisses.

꩜ though most find your squeamishness a burden, it makes lottie laugh. you're constantly repeating "im too pretty to die out here" as you swat away flies. you go to the lengths of naming every bug something to cope, "oh god, bartholomew the centipede is back."

꩜ lottie makes you a nest from blankets (most likely stolen from the others), because sleeping on rocks or dirt is not negotiable. the others tease her but lottie always shuts it down with a "she's the only softness we have left."

꩜ its not unknown to wake lottie up at unholy hours because there's something on your blanket. you shake her awake, trembling like a leaf, definitely brink of tears, "lottie— lottie, I can't— there something crawling—". she's not even upset, she'll get up, lift the blanket and get rid of whatever it be, beetle or spider. she always proceeds to cradle your face and calm you down with soft words and kisses.

꩜ you're the most finicky thing to exist— you flinch every time something rustles and end up glued to lottie. the group is used to it, lottie doesn't bother to comment on it anymore. you squeal, jump and she's automatically there, 9 times out of 10 catching you. "it was just a leaf" she'll murmur and kiss your neck.

nsfw꩜ .ᐟ sometimes the dirt gets to you, she'll help you wash off. she sits you on a flat rock nearby the lake, washing away the dirt with gentle hands. its worship at this point. she likes to whisper "my poor girl, this place doesn't deserve you." it always usually evolves into something more, you're breathy and flushed and already in her lap. she helps you 'forget the bugs and dirt' in the best ways possible.

nsfw꩜ .ᐟ when you have a rare breakdown she's always soft and understanding. whether you trip, break a nail or get a cobweb in your hair— its just too much. you cry, and she's there to scoop you up, kissing your temples. she lets you know that "you don't have to be strong for anyone". that night she'll probably make you come undone so slowly, praising every whimper and telling you how brave you are that you made it another day.

nsfw꩜ .ᐟ honestly she low-key gets off on how much you need her. you can't light a fire, you can't prepare food, you cried for an hour when a moth flew in your mouth. but you trust her completely, and that does something to her. when you look up at her with tearful eyes and whisper her name as if its the only safe thing out there? yeah, she's down so bad. and then you whimper her name in bed the same way? she's gone, whispering "yeah? just like that, say it again."

[lanasheart]

LOV members and their love languages ~

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Shigaraki ~

DEFINITELY an Acts of Service man.

Do NOT expect this man to try and touch you.

If he really loves you, I doubt he'd dare touch you as he wouldn't wanna accidently decay you.

Plus, this man absolutely hates it anyway. The only person he wanted to touch was his mama.

He would totally kill anyone you ask him to, either if he's jealous or if he has the urge to kill.

Or, he'd just invite you to play League Of Legends or Fortnite with him and Spinner.

(which isn't bad because he could definitely carry you in fn)

He would try and learn everyday how to be a good boyfriend. (He pays way more attention to you than you notice.)

He enjoys receiving Physical Touch, but to an extent.

You could touch his face, or anywhere really, but definitely not his hands.

He just doesn't want to lose you.

Touya ~

Acts of Service and Words of Affirmation.

He'd probably be super surprised if you told him your feelings

But he'd be open to a relationship since he'd be down to try something new.

SECONDS into the relationship he's making up so many nicknames for you.

'Babe', 'Darling', 'Hottie', you name it, he's calling you it.

And, he'd definitely kill someone for you.

I think he'd be more down too than Shigaraki would be.

He'd probably be all of the other love languages too, because don't tell me this man won't steal you a thousand dollar ring.

If you were also a villain, he'd totally BEG Shigaraki to let you go on missions together.

He likes Quality Time the most, since Endeavour never gave him any.

So, if you watch this man shoe you his special moves, he's gonna fall 2x as much in love with you.

Toga ~

Himiko literally seeks acceptance through unconventional love.

So I'd think her love language is Physical Touch or Acts of Service.

Along with the others, she'd be more than happy to kill someone for you or more likely impersonate someone for you.

Plus, she'd definitely have to avoid the temptation of using her knives on you.

So, if you told her she could use them, she'd be the happiest girl in the world.

She would be turning into you everyday.

As a means to show her love for you.

She'd want to be you, and feel what your body feels like upon her own accord, like if she was you.

If not, she could find out every little detail about your body by Physical Touch.

She definitely cuddles. (no one can change my mind!)

She likes receiving Words of Affirmation the most, so if you call her beautiful or pretty, she'll go feral for you.

Jin/Twice ~

Quality Time man.

Even a few weeks into your relationship, he'd be down for you to move into his little apartment, if you wanted to.

This would literally be so big for him, he'd spend every single day next to you, even if you were just cooking or cleaning.

If you were showering, he'd literally comes in and sit on the sink to talk to you.

You would definitely have some deep chats about the state of society, or the people you both retrospectively spend your other time around.

I think this man would somewhat enjoy Physical Touch.

Even if it's holding your hand on a busy subway, or leaning your head on his shoulder as he smokes his cigarette.

He would go feral.

It would be difficult to keep his clones' voices under wraps, but if you love him for them too, he'd be happy enough.

Iguchi/Spinner ~

Gift-Giving, definitely.

Although this man spends probably all of his time playing League Of Legends with Tomura, he'd definitely put some time aside to get you presents.

Whether it's something expensive that he's stole, or something small that he's recently heard you talk about.

Such as a new plush, or figurine.

He probably thinks it's more romantic to actually buy the gift, instead of stealing it, so trust me when I say this man has multiple piggy banks in his room.

He would try and ask Tomura for help, but we all know this man wouldn't give good advice.

'buy her League' shut tf up Tomura.

He would buy you both games he'd think you'd like, and would help try to teach you to play.

If you already play games, he'd buy you everything in the game, like DLCs or extra skins.

He most likely enjoys receiving Words of Affirmation.

He didn't get complimented much growing up, so when you do it for the first time, he's super confused.

But, he relaxes more into it and loves when you call him pretty.

Mr Compress ~

ATSUHIRO MY BABY

He'd totally be into Gift-Giving.

I mean, this man comes from a bloodline of thieves, and you think he won't steal you everything you want?

He would literally go to every store in Japan to buy you the most perfect rings, or necklaces, or clothes to make you look even more stunning than you already are.

He'd make sure you had matching things too, like jewellery or clothes, or even small little trinkets to remind yourselves of eachother.

Your room would literally be filled to the brim of everything he's gifted you, also because you would never throw it away.

He'd swear he doesn't need anything in return, but he'd be more into receiving Acts of Service.

Even if this is making him food or coming to see him if he lives a long way away, he'll appreciate every little thing you do for him, no matter how important it is to yourself.

Muscular ~

Muscular would probably just be into Physical Touch.

This man is 6"6, so if your any shorter he would be making fun of you everyday, by ruffling your hair or leaning his arms or head down on your shoulder or head.

Even though he is huge, he'd love to hold hands, if you even can.

He'd LOVE showing off to you, by picking you up or throwing you over his shoulder with ease.

He might have a small feeling that you dislike his muscles or eye, but if you disregard that, he will be all over you again.

Just make sure that you don't get smushed underneath him and his muscles.

Because we all know he would not be careful at all.

He'd be into Physical Touch too, as he would definitely like having his muscles appreciated by your hands.

If you ask him to flex or show his muscles, he will be down within a millisecond and will show you them in every position possible.

hey guyss this is my first proper post to give you a taste of what I wanna do [even if this is not a lot or very detailed so far], so pleasee give me some feedback, and help me so that I can grow my account. feel free to ♡ !!

[braintamer]

How to reprogram a feminist:

This is a very important job, and it should only be done by well trained females because feminists will try to resist male authority, but other women can gain their trust. It won't be easy. Your little brain has to know the right thing to say in order to manipulate them into accepting their place, but you also have to resist their lies about equality. It would be best to bring at least one other trained slut with you, this will make her feel outnumbered, and more likely to question her feminist brainwashing, and it if doesn't go well, you have someone to keep you on the right track if you find yourself starting to believe her lies.

Show them that life is better when they submit. Talk about how you have so much more "freedom" staying home, keeping your man happy. Tell them how "empowering" it is to show off your body.

After just a few weeks of this, you should see her dressing more slutty, putting more effort into her appearance, and behaving more feminine, but she'll probably still call herself a feminist for a while, give it some time.

Another good strategy is to replace her birth control with sugar pills and poke holes in any condoms she uses. Getting knocked up will flood her body with hormones that will remind her of her natural state.

If all else fails, just try to get her drunk and bring her to a trusted man, and he'll take it from there. Once she feels herself being completely overpowered, it's only a matter of time before she stops resisting.

[archangeldyke-all]

ANGEEEEEEL DO A LITTLE FUCKER AND ISHA FIC AND MY LIFE IS YOURS 🫵🫵🫵

okay okay okay long awaited but let's do it finally ehheehehe

as always with these fics, don't ask me the logistics of how the pregnancy happened. it's yuri magic. have some fun.

men and minors dni

jinx is twenty when she decides to go to college. after a few years of taking care of herself-- through therapy, moving in with you and sevika, isha's good influence, and vi and ekko's support-- jinx finally felt ready to look to her future.

she got into a good school in piltover; full scholarship, because she's a fucking genius.

you don't worry about the workload overwhelming her, though she's decided to enroll in a dual degree program, studying chemistry and engineering at the same time.

you don't worry that her demons will catch up to her; she'll be living with cait and vi, and she'll be within walking distance of her therapist. plus, she's done a lot of good work for herself.

the only thing you worry about is isha.

though the girl is older now, around eight years old and much more used to you and sevika than she was when you first met, isha's favorite person in the entire world is still jinx. and the feeling is mutual. so, while jinx will spend her weeks with cait and vi up top, on weekends she'll come back to zaun to catch up with isha.

it's still a rough adjustment.

isha's just... lonely. you miss the giggles that used to fill your home-- isha entertained endlessly by her older sister's shenanigans. and despite all you and sevika have done to keep her occupied-- buying her new games and pets and books-- you can tell that isha's bored all alone.

"what if we had a baby?" sevika asks one night after you've turned off the lights and cuddled into her arms.

"another cat?" you mumble. sevika laughs.

"i was thinking a human baby, but we could get another cat if you want."

you sit up in bed, reaching out to flick a light on and stare down at your wife. "where the fuck is this coming from!?" you squeal.

sevika shrugs. "isha's lonely! we should give her a little sibling."

"wh-- like our own baby?! like one of us gets pregnant!?"

"well unless isha drags home a stray kid i don't see how else we'll get one." sevika chuckles.

you gawk at her. sevika smiles up at you. "s-sevika, we already have two to five children, depending on the day." you say.

sevika snorts. "ekko, cait and vi are ours only in spirit, love, they won't ever need us in the way jinx and isha do." she says. you pout. sevika snorts. "and jinx is all grown up, now." she reminds you.

tears well up in your eyes. "no she's not." you say, your pout worsening. sevika giggles and swipes your tears away.

"look; i know we said no kids when we started dating. but we said a lot of shit back then. remember when we thought we'd go hiking every saturday? we were crazy." sevika says. you giggle. "shit happened between then and now baby. life happened. deaths and marriage and adoptions and moves-- that kinda shit changes people. you changed me. and... we bought this big ass house for our family. might as well fill it up."

"well fuck, sevika, how many babies are you planning on giving me!?" you ask through a sob of happy tears. sevika laughs.

"as many as you'll let me." she says with a shrug.

you go to the doctor to talk about pregnancy the next week, only to find out that you're already a month into your first trimester.

"wh-- i'm-- but--" you sputter.

"she's already pregnant!?" sevika squeals.

the doctor laughs. "it would seem so. good timing."

sevika bursts into laughter and scoops you out of the doctor's paper covered seat, spinning you around her office and sobbing into your shoulder as you blink in shock.

"what the fuck?" you ask. sevika cackles.

on your drive home, you look over at your wife with a suspicious glare. "did you plan this?"

sevika laughs. "you think i'm that diabolical?"

"no, i just-- you decide you want a baby and boom, i'm magically already pregnant?!"

"i can probably smell it on you or somethin'-- my instincts could sense it. like how i can smell when you're ovulating."

you giggle. "that's probably how you knocked me up in the first place."

sevika grins. "fuck yeah it is. i did the math. i think it was the weekend we sent isha up to spend with the girls."

at the mention of your girls it hits you. you're about to have a baby. another one. your own-- one that you know from the first shit it takes.

you burst into tears, and sevika laughs. "there you go, i was waiting for that to happen."

"we're having a baby." you cry, scrambling to grab the hand she reaches across the console. "oh, janna, sev-- i don't know how to change diapers! all our other kids came to us potty trained!"

"i'll change all the diapers in the world, for you, love." sevika promises, kissing your knuckles. you laugh.

"you're such a liar."

isha's one smart little shit. you and sevika decide not to tell her until the second trimester, when it's less likely that you'll miscarry.

she figures it out within a week of you and sevika getting the news.

it could be the way sevika keeps touching your stomach, or the giddy kisses the pair of you keep exchanging when you think isha's not looking-- but something tips her off.

she sits you and sevika down one evening with a frown and her arms folded in front of her chest.

is there a baby in your belly? she signs. you sputter. sevika gasps. isha's suspicious glare melts into an excited smile. is there!? she asks with a gasp.

you burst into laughter and sevika shrugs. "we thought you might wanna be a big sister." isha grins, tears welling up in her eyes as she launches herself at you and sevika, laughing and crying.

i do. isha signs. i'm gonna be the best big sister ever. don't tell jinx. or violet.

you spend your pregnancy being waited on hand and foot by all your girls. vi, cait, and jinx all come to visit once or twice a week-- all three of them enchanted with your swollen stomach and always bringing baby supplies in tow.

isha makes a count-down to your due-date, bedazzles it and hangs it on the fridge so she can keep perfect track of how much longer she has to wait before meeting the baby.

isha's also started to call the baby her baby.

how many more doctors visits do you have before you have my baby? isha signs to you one afternoon as you wait in your doctor's office. you burst into laughter.

"your baby, huh?"

isha nods. i'm her sister! she signs, before gently reaching out and rubbing your stomach.

"what makes you think it's a girl?"

isha shrugs. most of your other babies are girls.

you cackle.

isha must be psychic, because your little girl comes into the world kicking and screaming in the middle of a family potluck.

it's horrible. violet passes out. surprisingly, ekko is the most helpful, giving everyone instructions and calling an ambulance for you while you wail on the living room floor.

isha's watching with a disgusted fascination the entire time, her lips curled in horror and shock, her eyes big and sparkling as she witnesses the miracle of birth.

powder and cait help keep you propped up-- both of them toweling up all your... fluids... while sevika holds your hand and kisses your head.

one baby, a ruined rug, and an ambulance ride to the hospital later, and your family finally gets to see you in better condition, and they get to meet your little girl under better circumstances.

"aweee." your four grown kids coo as they shove into the hospital room.

"hey, no shoving around the baby!" sevika whisper scolds.

isha pushes her way through all her older siblings, crawling up in sevika's lap to look down at her little sister.

she gasps in wonder. she looks like big mama. isha signs.

cait chuckles. "she does."

"what a little fucker, comin' out lookin' like the parent that did nothin..." vi teases. sevika scoffs and you giggle in agreement.

"she really is a little fucker. ruined our dinner." jinx huffs. "i was looking forward to that potroast, y'know."

isha giggles, pinching her fingers together, then flipping off the baby and pointing at her. little fucker.

you all burst into laughter. little fucker's silver eyes pop open, and she bursts into tears.

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[meo-eiru]

I kinda like the small yet big detail in the game, like I'm sure myself and some other people were expecting a wholesome dating sim that would also get quite spicy (FROM HOW WE KNOW MERU)

And we all just kinda got kicked in the butt, like Starling being too hot to be true yet so terrifying at the same time, but not the terrifying kind that we know, like Micah or Silas etc

More like the type that makes you forget that he still is more a siren than a merman, like he successfully managed to lure in the whole community with his hot ass😭😭and then we get backstabbed by him munching our fingers off as if they're some carrots, like as a simple lunch snack-💀💀

Or in the other ending where it's basically simply Mae dying and getting turned into a possession and probably just another body to fill up with tongues

From my interpretation, Starling doesn't really have that kind of romantic interest in Mae, but she kinda thought it could go into that direction, but then got stabbed in the back like that😭😭(probs everyone who played it, thought like Mae there too kinda💀so we all got the betrayal🙁)

And you guys did a really good job in simply catching us all off guard in most scenes, it's it's beautifully written and drawn, I love that game so much!!!

Spoilers for the game

Honestly maybe Sel would give a different answer but I do think Starling likes Maelyn. Due to his past and what he has now become his way of showing it is probably different, but for Starling I don't think Maelyn is just another body for storing tongues. If that was the case he wouldn't have went out of his way to clean her body up, find a wedding dress and "marry" her in his own makeshift way.

He probably didn't even view it as a betrayal. Because until the very end Starling was making sure the no longer breathing Maelyn could be comfortable in her pearl necklace.

For the writing style, probably Sel writing the story played a big part in this.

Sel and I have very similar tastes in a lot of things, on levels I myself can't believe sometimes. But we do have a different style at how we depict similar concepts.

I love presenting dark stories on a silver platter. Prettied up with the most delicious icings and shiniest sprinkles. I like my stories and characters to look beautiful. Enjoy them while thinking you're just having whimsy adventures only to realize you're done for once you truly look. Like Silas. It's easy to make fun of him, forget the things he is capable of doing as you're too busy enjoying his silliness. He feels safe, a gentle giant who loves and takes care of you.

But he's still a man who has forced himself on you not only physically but also mentally. Trapped and limited you beyond belief. No electricity, no internet, no contact with anyone other than him. Only talking to him, only feeling him, only knowing him, only consuming him. A beautiful and sweet man no human mind can handle for more than a few weeks.

But Sel, from what I've seen, is a bit different. She doesn't shy away from showing the darkness and scariness of the stories she makes. Before you even know it you'll be facing concepts you didn't think could be possible.

And not only that, she hides so much under every word she uses. Often times the things she places in front of you are not even the scariest parts. The more you read and the more you decipher they get deeper.

I'm frankly a big fan of the things she writes. They often leave me flabbergasted (and mortified, she knows what I mean) but they are also so so fun. So scary yet beautifully poetic.

I know she doesn't like being under the spotlight that much. But ever since I met her and saw her stories I wanted more people to get the chance to see and appreciate them the way they deserved. I think they are truly special, and they make me want to do my best to illustrate them in the perfect way possible.

Honestly I'm not sure if I'm good enough at it, but if it helps the stories reach more people I'm happy with it.

I don't know if she'll read this post so that's why I'm being sappy like this but I genuinely hope you guys like her stories like I do. And I hope both you and I can see more and more of it.

[pyro-les]

Bad omen - Rio Vidal X Reader

2.7k words - Warnings: mentions of death

Taglist: @thesharkwhalewhoohooooo @thecavalrywife @hannah-0730 @believe-in-magic13 @jenniferjareauwife @wandasreallover

"Be careful around her, kid." The woman whispered to the curios teen.

"Who is she?" The boy asked

"A bad omen that's what she is." The lady responds in a hushed tone. When he looked up at her inquisitively she adds on "Anyone who gets near to her dies. You see Betsy across the street died in a freak accident just a few weeks after Y/N had told her something bad would happen to her. She's not the only one who that happened too either, dozens of people have died after meeting her since she moved to town just a few months ago."

Looking up at the woman shocked the teen gasps "That's so sad! What an awful coincidence."

Tutting at him she replies "Oh its no coincidence boy. You see she's a witch. Anyone who meets her is destined to die. It's truly awful, what a wicked woman."

It wasn't new to Y/N to hear people say these sort of things about her, for years people thought of her as a bad omen, a sign of only horrible things to come. But it still didn't hurt any less, hearing everyone speak of her so horrendously so publicly. It wasn't her fault she only saw how people would die, she couldn't control it she simply looked at someone and saw their end. It was as if as soon as the universe had decided when they would leave she was the first to know. Sometimes she could know someone for years before suddenly seeing their end only weeks before their deaths and sometimes she knew years in advance.

When it had first happened she didn't know what to do so she simply blurted it aloud, she was only a kid. The woman hadn't taken her seriously, a young child telling them they wouldn't get to meet their baby when they were only a few months from their due date didn't make much sense so dismissed it. Their husband however had not, so in a few months when his wife inevitably died during child birth he blamed Y/N. He told the whole town that she was an evil witch and had cursed his poor wife and should consequently been burnt at the stake.

She would've died then had it not been for her mother, defending her child until her very end, hastily untying the ropes that bound her as the flames trailed up her skirt. She had managed to save her child but not herself.

Ever since then she had been on the run, more than three centuries had passed and she could never stay anywhere for more than half a year before having to flee or being chased out with pitchforks and torches blazing. She could never rest nor let her guard down, all the while blaming herself for her mothers death. If only she hadn't dismissed the flames she saw engulf her mothers body the night before, if she hadn't put it down to just a bad thought, her fears taking over her sight as she got ready to go to bed. It was her fault for not being able to stop it, that's what she told herself.

"Aren't all people destined to die? That's kinda how being living works." The teen says snapping Y/N out of her spiral of thoughts taking her through some of her most tragic memories.

Tutting at the boy yet again the woman speaks "Not for her so it seems. Legend had it she's centuries old yet still seems to look like she's only in her 20s. The way these witches get to live so long when they do such horrible things is ridiculous. It's just like that Wanda woman, she seemed so nice working for the avengers and all but bam one day she takes a whole town hostage. And worst of all she'll probably end up out living us all too."

Having enough of hearing the conversation Y/N turns to leave the town market, what had started as a nice shopping trip having taken a turn for the worse yet again. Just once she'd like to have a normal day out without being reminded how much everyone hated her.

Seemingly having spotted Y/N's attempt to leave the boy jogged towards her, yelling at her to wait up. She turned towards him a stern questioning look on her face. "Hi, um I'm guessing you heard what she said right?" He started, earning an obvious look from Y/N, wordlessly answering his question. "Yeah, yeah I figured." He really seemed like he wad struggling for words. "Well, um, I just wanted to say she's wrong. About it being your fault. Everyone dies eventually that's just how it works. I'm sorry she was so mean to you."

Shrugging off his apology Y/N replied "It's fine kid, it's mot like it's your fault. It's not like it's anything I haven't heard before."

He looked at her empathetically, "that doesn't make it any better." He said solemnly.

"I don't get why people are so mean about witches, you guys seem really cool. I'd love to have powers like you." He added on excitedly.

It was sweet, she thought. It wasn't often people said things like that in any way over than malicious envy. He was a really nice boy, it was a shame he was destined to leave the world so soon. Seeing what she saw was never easy but this kid couldn't have been more than what, 13? She would've liked to have helped him, if he truly wanted to learn magic she could've even mentored him if he'd let her.

"You're a good kid. Make sure you take care okay, spend time with the people you love alright." It was all she could say. She couldn't tell a kid so young, so happy he would die in just a few short weeks, it wasn't fair. He would be better off not knowing.

The teen looked at her with a small smile, a curious glint behind his eyes yet he said nothing. If he had realised the reasoning behind her words he hadn't said anything, perhaps he realised it was better off not knowing. Most people didn't like to know when they were going to die, it meant they spent the last of their time living in fear, constantly on edge instead of actually enjoying life while they could.

And like that they parted ways, she knew it would be the last time she saw the boy. It wasn't likely she would be coming back to the town soon, if the woman's warnings to the kid about her was anything to go by she wouldn't be safe here much longer and even if she did stay it's not like he had lonhg left anyway.

It had definitely put a dampener on her mood, knowing someone with so much potential would never get to use it was always sad. But the way a man called out to her in the street saying she had killed his daughter really didn't help. She remembered his daughter too, she was young, just married to a man from the neighbouring town and had moved their with him not long after she had seen her. She told the woman not to go their, that something bad would happen in that place but she hadn't listened and now according to her father it was once again Y/N's fault.

It hurt, having so many people hate you. She knew it wasn't her fault, she knew deep down death was inescapable and her powers were not what was securing that fate. She knew it was something much more divine that made the decision, that she could simply see when it had been made. Yet some days it still got to her. All the hatred and blame being sent towards her had effected her. Somehow at times like these all logic and reason were thrown to the side as unwarranted guilt flooded her brain. As she stepped into her home she lost all composure. Everything that she had been putting away to the side for years suddenly weighing her down, a colossal weight being unmovable as she sunk to the floor of her home.

She had started to weep, she had no way of stopping it now as everything people had said to her had started to ring in her ears incessantly. It hurt, it hurt her so much as all she could think of was how she should've helped. How if she could think of a way to use her powers for the greater good maybe she could save just one life. Maybe she could save the kid she had seen earlier? But she couldn't. She tries countless times before. She had tried stopping people from going where they were doomed to die, from leaving somewhere they should've stayed or meeting the person who would bring their demise to them. But it never worked, even single time they still died at the exact same time. Once their course had been decided it was a must. No one could stop people from meeting their end, not even death herself.

And that's something she had had to deal with for years. Being the embodiment of death hadn't left her numb to all of the guilt. Just like this girl Rio had felt it all too. She had blamed herself time and time again, searching for a way to avoid the inevitable, to get out of doing her job. But there was always a pull, an inevitable force pulling her to the souls, giving her no choice bit to lead them to the other side. She didn't ask to do this job, she was chosen by who knows what or who. The world had a strange way of working, some unknown fates leading people to places they never would have expected, giving them something they must do with no way out or even a guide to help them cope with ehat job they had been given. She would've done anything to get out of this role just as Y/N would have done anything to escape seeing people's fates or at the very least help even just one person escape them.

She knew what the girl was going through, she had seen her go through it countless times before. She had always wanted to help hut not known how, always having the excuse to stay hidden even when she was somehow bound to the girl, always watching as she discovered who was next on Rio's list of souls to collect. It was as if they were destined to meet, to work together but Rio had been postponing it for years, centuries even. But she couldn't any longer, the part of her that longed to comfort the witch finally taking over as she watched her struggle with her inner turmoil, a battle she was tremendously loosing.

So she finally did it, finally stepped out of the shadows, taking slow, tentative steps out of the shadows towards the witch. She didn't know what to say, how to introduce herself or to explain her job. How would she even begin to tell her that she has been linked to the witch for centuries, that she knew how she felt but she had always been too afraid to reveal herself until now. What if she was mad? Rio was after all the source of all her problems. Without death she would've never had to blame herself, to hate herself for powers she had no control over.

As Rio's own thoughts had started to spiral into more of self doubt she heard Y/N's voice interrupt the silence. "Hello?" It sounded both calm and scared, like she didn't know who was there yet felt safe with them still. Her voice was a tad rough from crying and yet she still sounded as angelic as ever.

Rio didn't know what to reply, she had been imaging what it would be like to finally reveal herself to Y/N for years. She had planned out what to say a billion times and yet now she came up empty, at a loss for words as she stared deeply into Y/N's eyes. Her glance telling a billion words as her voice failed her, not yet able to muster even a sentence.

"I feel like I know you." Y/N started, she sounded curious, like she knew something but was unsure how.

"In a way you do." Rio finally responding, the first words she could speak since she had revealed herself.

Curiosity clear in her voice she spoke again "Who are you?" She really should've been more scared or confused that someone she didn't know was in her house but she wasn't, she knew her she just didn't know how. She needed to know.

Unsure on how to respond Rio just stood still for a moment longer watching as Y/N slowly walked towards her as if just getting closer she could work out who she was. Just as she was finally about to speak Y/N paused, her eyes widening as she stared blankly forward. Rio had seen this before, she had watched from the shadows as Y/N had her visions.

As she came back from her vision she slowly blinked before locking eyes with Rio once again. Her vision hadn't made sense, she hadn't seen her death, she had seen her take other people, people Y/N had met, had seen die. There was no way what she had seen was real but her visions had never been wrong before.

Seemingly sensing the question Y/N was going to ask Rio finally spoke up "I take souls, everyone you've ever sensed were going to die and so so many more." She was sure there was a better way to word it, hell she had written introductions for herself so many times, trying to make what she does seem nicer, attempting to sugar coat something that was so hard to swallow. Yet now that she was actually here, talking to the witch she had waited so long to meet she felt out of her depth.

What if she blamed Rio? After all death was the cause for all of her problems, shy wouldn't she blame the root of all her problems? It didn't make sense for her not to, it's why she had waited so long to introduce herself in the first place. And oh how she suddenly wished she had waited even longer.

"Is it hard?" Y/N asked earning a confused look from Rio. "Taking everyone to the other side? Knowing everything they could've been, everything they're missing"

"Sometimes." She replied, pausing a moment before continuing "It's just nature, everyone dies eventually. But yes, sometimes it hurts still and when it does its one of the worst feelings in the world." It was clear there was a story there, that she had taken someone she didn't want to. Y/N wanted to ask, to know what had happened but she didn't. It was clearly a harsh subject and she knew how much it hurt to reopen old wounds. So she wouldn't ask, no matter how much she wanted to. She just nodded, not sure how else to reply but Rio didn't mind, she knew she understood.

They stood there for a moment, tension lingering in the air, the result of the roller coaster of emotions that both had felt. Until finally Y/N asked "Do they blame you the way they blame me?"

Rio hadn't been expecting that question, she didn't know why, it was a logical question. "Alot of the time. Some people accept their fate quite easily but most fight it. They try to blame me, beg me to let them go back and argue it's not their time."

"But it is" Y/N replies, she understood how it felt to have everyone blame her. "They never understand it's not my fault either."

There was an understanding between them, that even if they had never met before they knew each other. They understood each other on such a deep level, no one else faced the guilt and blame they had at such a level. They were in such unique positions that the likeliness of someone understanding what it felt like was practically non-existent and yet here they were. Two sides of the same coin. It was like they were made for each other.

Authors note:

I'm debating making this a short series so let me know if you'd like a part 2 at all. I hope you guys all like it and if you're new to my blog go check out my other Agatha All Along fics on my master list.

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dom sakura catching you masturbate even though she told you not to😔🫸🏼🫷🏼

mommy kkura??? 😳

perhaps... i would be able to finish this fic in a week... 😫

i feel like it turned out a bit like the first part is narration and then its just dialogue idk 😭

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“Disobedience”

dom Sakura Miyawaki x sub female reader

Smut

Dirty talk

Making out

Masturbation

Fingering

Scissoring

Pussy humping? i think thats what its called...

Pet names

aiaiai im ur little butterfly

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"I told you I'd be back in a few hours, you really couldn't wait, mm?"

"You decided to leave... I couldn't wait..."

"Well, princess, don't you want to be my good girl and behave? From what I've seen, you probably don't. It rather seems like you'd like to be punished instead."

A whine escaped your lips as Sakura fully takes off your underwear and she hovers above you, planting a kiss on your nose.

"So you think that your fingers can pleasure you more than mine? How about we do a little competition, mm?"

"What are you talking about..."

"Y/N, Y/N, Y/N... Always so ‘innocent’..."

She guides your hand to your soaked pussy, curling your fingers to enter yourself. You whine at the familiar feeling, instinctively fingering yourself without needing to be told.

"Let's see how hard you can make yourself cum."

Sakura leaves your ear, kissing the lower part of your jawline to your neck, already nipping on the soft skin. Her teeth graze your dough-like flesh, the sweetness of it makes her tongue addicted to your taste. She doesn't leave marks however.

On your side, you were only breathing heavily, your head melting in the pillow behind you with your shirt already stained in sweat. Your fingers stretched you further and further as you fucked yourself slowly, your eyes closed and your other hand pulling up Sakura's shirt, roaming on her bare back. The wetness and tightness of your cunt could have never been so inviting and warm, and it made you feel like you could finger yourself forever.

Sakura was satisfied with how soaked your neck was and now, she felt the need to soak something else. Feeling your pace starting to quicken, she smirks, leaning down to kiss your lips. She was craving them the whole day, barely thinking about anything else but kissing them and holding them between her teeth, licking them with her tongue.

Speaking of tongues, she quickly found yours, sucking on it and swirling her tongue around it as her hand held the side of your head, pulling you up. It was your favorite kiss from Sakura; fast, rough, purely filthy. You could tell she was enjoying it by the way her body was twitching and how she was trying to rub her thighs together.

Kiss after kiss even wetter than the last, your cheeks grew red at how dirty both of you were being. She ran her hand on your stomach, all the way down to your clit, pressing down on it before rolling it between her fingers. Her mouth was filled and echoed with your muffled moans, her fingers doing an excellent job making your nipples harden and your cunt tighten.

Sakura gently pushes your hand a bit to the side, making space for hers as she slides a third finger inside your cunt; her middle finger, leaving you speechless and breathless.

"Ugh, too much... Fuck..."

"Mm... Shhh..."

She keeps her mouth locked to yours, chuckling as you pull your fingers out and smear your slick on her abs. She doesn't say anything, nor you, but you both smile against each other's lips for a moan to slip off your tongue as Sakura uses this opportunity to shove two of her fingers inside you, pumping in and out of you with neverending kisses.

She smiles wider when you spread your legs further, implicitly begging her to fuck you deeper. Being the caring girlfriend she was, of course she'll know what you want and of course she'll give it to you. Her slender fingers slam deeper and faster inside you and you literally couldn't keep your mouth shut. She stops trying to kiss you because your mouth was widely opened, moans and curses coming out of it every single second.

She crawls back slightly to take a look at your pussy, her free hand holding your ass up as she fingers you mercilessly. In, out, in, out, over and over again nonstop, and finally, you cum, soaking her fingers completely, and when you were ready, she pulled out.

"My, my, looks like you didn't want to see how big the difference between you trying to make yourself cum and how easily and hard I can make you cum is, am I right, baby~?"

You smile lazily, catching your breath as you could feel your cunt clench around nothing at that statement.

"Maybe..."

By the time you open your eyes, Sakura is already half naked; wiggling her ass as she sits before you, grabbing both your thighs and pulling you towards her in one go, your pussy slamming against hers in a loud, wet slap.

"Wow, you really weren't lying when you said you were that wet, right, love? I bet you love it too."

Not waiting for an answer, she already starts grinding against your pussy, wet squelching sounds filling your ears. You arch your back, holding the pillows behind you with all your might as you grind back against your girlfriend's pussy, your head spinning with delicious desire.

She groans, annoyed, holding the hem of your shirt and throwing it up, getting it out of the way as the fabric was tickling her thigh. She runs her soaked fingers from earlier on your stomach, holding your thigh with her other hand. The coldness of your cum on your stomach makes you whine and tug harder on the pillows.

"You're so wet, baby. I don't even need to cum to soak my pussy."

Her ass cheeks were squeezing yours with every grind, your slick sticking everywhere in the area where both your bodies were connected. She uses her fingers to separate her and your pussy lips, leaving enough space for your clits to rub against one another freely.

"Fuck... Fuck..."

"Mm~? What's wrong, baby? Want to say something?"

Your legs twitch and tremble and she could only giggle at the effect she had on you. Without warning, you cum with a loud moan, making her moves stutter for a moment before she very swiftly changes positions, hovering above you again and humping your pussy through your orgasm.

"Ah! Ah! Sakura! I-I'm- Aah~!"

"Come on, sweetheart, you're not the only one who gets to cum~"

Your cunt keeps flooding out cum like a waterfall, emptying itself completely. Sakura lays down on you, and by peeking over her shoulder, you could see how desperate she was for release by how hard she was humping you, her ass bouncing up and down and always jiggling.

"I'm... I'm gonna cum..."

"Again, huh~? Cum with me..."

Your hands fly to her ass, squeezing her ass cheeks as you grind her forcefully against your pussy, feeling your cunt readying itself for another launch of rivers of cum.

"Fuck- I'm g-gonna cum! I'm cumming!"

"Sakura... Oh my goodness...!"

Your mind goes blank for a minute and all you could feel was cum dripping down your pussy lips and ass, and a trembling woman on top of you.

"Mm..."

Hums and giggles of satisfaction leave your girlfriend while you pass out on the bed, completely boneless.

"Sleep well, love."

In the end, it was true; only Sakura can make you gush out endless floods of cum.

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and here i am gushing floods of cum SAKURA WHERE ARE YOU

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Hi, can I request a Regina x Reader where they go on their first date. Aaron had never taken Regina on a nice date before, so she’s appreciative of the effort the reader put into it (and that she’s finally treated how she deserves to be treated)

I'll Give You Everything...

|| Regina George x fem!reader

|| Warnings; swearing, fluff, hints of a hookup if you look really closely

|| Summary; reader takes Regina on a first date, spoiling her as much as she could. The date ends with milkshakes and movies at Regina's.

Requests open!

Started; october 7th

Finished; october 8th

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You'd recently started dating Regina George and had wanted to give her everything. Okay, everything might be a bit extreme but she deserved it after her crappy past relationships. If you could give her the world, you would have. In your eyes she was the definition of perfect. Angelic, even. Although you definitely knew about her nightmare side, for the most part you chose to ignore that. Focusing more on the positives.

Today was going to be amazing; you were going to make sure of it. You'd spent the last week spending many hours planning out the perfect first date with Regina, even getting some of Gretchen's input. The girl knew Regina pretty well, so you figured she would be the best one to go to for this.

As the hours ticked by till your date time, you kept checking the clock. Which seemed to only make it take even longer but you were buzzing with excitement. So who could blame you? Soon enough though, you were driving to Regina's place with some flowers and chocolates; the types recommended by Gretchen, so you could only hope that Regina would approve.

When you got there, you fixed your hair a bit in the mirror and made some finale adjustments to your outfit before getting out. You walked up to her front door, admiring the mansion. This was your first time actually being over at her place so her house had completely caught you off guard. You knew the girl was rich but damn. It was certainly modern.

Taking a breath, you knocked on the door. Which was then answered by Ms George who gave you a smile and hug.

"Hi sweetheart! She's just in her room getting ready, she'll be down in a minute." She gave you a wink and you awkwardly smiled back," Regina!! Your date's here!"

"I'm coming, mom! God!" Regina yelled back.

A few moments later, she made her way down the stairs and smiled at you. Walking over and giving you a kiss," hey, baby. I'm sorry about my mom. She can be a real pain in the ass."

"It's alright, I got these for you." You handed her the flowers and chocolates which she took, looking them over.

"How'd you know what to get?" She seemed a little surprised, you just shrugged and gave her a sheepish look.

"I may have had a little help."

"Gretchen." She sighed, though she didn't seem upset. If anything she was amused.

"Maybe." You nodded then lead her out to your car after she set the stuff down, opening the passenger door for her with a smile." After you."

"Cheesy," Regina replied, making you laugh a little as she got in. You went over to your side and started up the car, opening your Spotify playlist.

"Any preference?" You asked.

"Anything pop." Regina replied, you nodded and pulled up your pop playlist.

Heading to your first destination of the night, dinner at a nice restaurant. You couldn't afford to the crazy stuff Regina was probably used to, but you tried your best with what you had saved up and she seemed to appreciate it.

The dinner went smoothly, both of you ordering your favourites off the menu and chatting with each other about anything and everything. You'd offered to play a game of 21 questions to get to know each other better.

"Favourite colour?" Regina asked, taking a bite from her food.

"Probably..." You told her your favourite and she nodded, making a mental note to remember that.

When you were done with your meals and desserts, you paid for the food which surprised Regina a little. She hadn't expected you to pay when she was basically endless money.

"You payed?" She asked.

"Tonight's about you. Of course I did." You gave her hand a squeeze and she seemed to blush, or it was just the lighting. You weren't entirely sure.

Afterwards, the two of you walked downtown. Continuing to just talk about everything you could.

"Wanna get some milkshakes?" You asked, noticing a milkshake shop that was coming up on the corner.

Regina shrugged," sure, why not."

The two of you headed in, deciding to order for the other person's rather than yourselves to try some new flavours. For Regina, you got her the cotton candy mix while she got you a caramel swirl.

She then brought you over to the booth she'd picked out and took a seat, each of you taking some pictures with each other and your milkshakes for social media before giving them a try.

"This is fucking delicious," You murmured, drinking more of your milkshake.

Regina smirked at you," you have some on your lip, dork."

"What? Where?" You went to wipe it off but she stopped you and kissed you, getting it off in the process.

"There." She said casually, taking a sip from her own drink after breaking the kiss. A certain glint in her eyes.

Your cheeks flushed bright pink. Did she really just do that?

She laughed when she noticed how flustered you were and grinned at you," what? Never had someone do that?"

You shook your head," I've not had a lot of dating experience." You admitted, which peaked her interest. She'd definitely have fun with you.

Before you knew it, your date was over and you were dropping Regina off at her place. She was about to head inside when she stopped and looked at you," hey. How about you come in and watch some movies? Maybe stay the night?"

You found yourself blushing again but you absolutely weren't about to say no to an offer like that.

So you spent the night at Regina George's and woke up in her bed the next morning. You could definitely get used to this.

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Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 146 (Rafa Confronts His Sister)

Conrad made his way to Brindleton Prison after work, smiling when he found Rafa waiting in one of the interrogation rooms. "Don't take this the wrong way, but you look great for someone who's spent the last few months in prison."

"Thanks for being here while I face her." Rafa forced a smile. "I know I asked for this meeting, but I've been dreading it. Can't call Mel because we still don't have a phone. Other than you and my lawyer, there's not many people I want to talk to, especially in prison."

"Speaking of Felix, he'll be down soon. Lilith called to say she finally found a copy of Theoretical Electronics by Nikolai Volt, or something. It's about time travel."

"They're really going to do it? Jump through time just like Marco."

"That's their plan, but I don't think their plan includes trying to get themselves killed."

Rafa frowned. "I don't regret what I had to do, but I knew Marco, you know? I never thought I'd end up killing him."

"You didn't get him killed. He was working for Ximena, doing what she wanted him to do."

He nodded slowly. "But we changed things, right? Now she'll be in prison for forty years and won't get out to chase time travellers?"

"Chase who?"

Their stomachs dropped as the door to the interrogation room opened. Ximena had always moved quietly, which helped her get away with so much for so long. Conrad pushed his shoulders back. "No one. It's a joke. You've probably watched the news since you've been in here."

Ximena shrugged. "Why watch what's going on in a world I'm locked away from?"

"You deserve to be in here just as much as I deserve to be behind bars in San Myshuno," said Rafa sternly.

Ximena glanced at the brother she raised from the time he was small, but a coldness burned from her amber eyes unlike any look she'd ever given him. "Aren't you looking for a plea deal?"

Rafa turned to Conrad with a frown. "Could you leave us? I know the room is recording us, but what I want to say, I need to focus on her."

"On me?" Ximena scoffed. "You betrayed me!"

"You betrayed him, Ximena."

With the last word, Conrad left them in the room, greeting Felix next door in the observation room. They watched as Rafa and Ximena took seats across from one another at the small table, listening to the speakers pouring their conversation through the walls.

"Why did you have Jimmy killed?"

"That's not even what I'm in here for. You told them about the BriteU job that got those freshmen killed. And the cartel won't be happy when they learn you gave up half their weapons stockpile in San Myshuno."

"They can get more guns. And what do you know about the cartel these days? They dropped you, Ximena. They left you in here with no one to rescue you this time. Because you killed Jimmy."

"He was no one. He only meant something to me, and I got what I needed before he talked to the cops. He was a liability. I did what the cartel does with liabilities."

"I followed you for years even as you got more and more erratic. I was too young to say no to you and you knew it. You took advantage of me."

"I was protecting you," she insisted. "If you weren't in with the cartel, as close as you were to me? They would have killed you."

"I just wanted to live a normal life and be a normal kid."

Her stare bared no obvious emotion. "We both wanted that, Rafa."

"I'm sorry I kept you in here, but I'm not sorry. I hope you understand that."

Her eyes narrowed into slits and she glared at him with vengeance. "I'll never understand you, Rafa. I'd curse you myself, if I ever believed any of that old witch magic from Selva."

Inside the observation room, Felix and Conrad were growing uncomfortable as the Bonillas confrontation escalated, interrupted when the San Myshuno detective who'd escorted Rafa to Brindleton Prison walked in with his phone out.

"I just got off the phone with the judge," he announced. "She accepted Rafa's plea and he'll be released as soon as next week."

Rafa scoffed in the next room. "Fine. Curse me. But you lost me, Ximena. Remember that."

Ximena jumped up and raised her hands to her face in anger. "I didn't lose you, Rafa. I know exactly where you stand. You chose to stand against your own flesh and blood, who raised you when the world would have let you die, and as long as I live I'll make you regret it."

"I only regret everything I did because you encouraged me."

"I regret saving you from Selva. I should have left you there and run away on my own."

Conrad walked back inside the room followed by Felix, breaking up Ximena and Rafa once and for all. "I think you've both said more than enough."

Guards took Ximena back to her cell, leaving Rafa to cool down with his attorney and Conrad, the man who cared for him like a brother. "Are you alright?"

"I'll be fine." Rafa pushed back his shoulders. "Tell the detective I want to go back now."

"No problem," said Conrad. "But Felix and I want to talk to you first."

"The judge called while Ximena was in here," said Felix. "She accepted your plea. It'll take the paperwork less than a week to be processed because I'm the one who's going to do it, but once the county rubberstamps everything, you'll be a free man!"

"Are you serious?"

"As serious as death from a laughing fit!"

Rafa glanced between them in disbelief as weight lifted from Conrad's shoulders. He looked away, composing himself. Ximena was behind bars and Rafa was a free man; the saga of the Bonillas was supposed to end this way. Ximena was out of his life for decades, at least, but he wouldn't let reconnecting with Rafa go to waste.

"Promise me you and Melissa will move into a real place and get out of the abandoned ship. You don't need to hide anymore."

"Ximena's right that the cartel might still try to find me," admitted Rafa. "But I can take care of myself. Melissa, too."

Felix nodded plainly. "I'm quite sure that's true. But let's hope you'll never get the chance to show how good you are. For their sake."

The attorney sensed Rafa wanted a minute alone with Conrad, excusing himself with a smile. "I think I'll get started on that paperwork now!"

When the men were alone, Rafa looked ominously at Conrad. "Can you turn the mics off?"

Conrad nodded, flipping a switch on the desk lamp as he waited for Rafa to speak.

"I didn't tell you everything Marco told me before he died. I didn't know how to say this in front of everyone, but he told me Ash... In the future, people feared and followed him. He said, 'You don't know what he's capable of.'"

"Ash will barely be twenty in a little over a decade," shot back Conrad. "You met him. He loves homework and his sisters - how dangerous could he be?"

Rafa shrugged. "He didn't say how before we got back to the shack. But we can hope we changed enough that he won't be dangerous now. Right?"

Conrad nodded, refusing to believe anything different about the boy he loved as a son. But he went home that night wondering how to tell Heather, while Rafa was soon released from prison in San Myshuno.

With his newfound freedom, he returned to Melissa in Sulani. Elated and in love they made up for time apart, finally free to build a life together. ->

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WCIF Poses: Ximena and Rafa posed in conversation at the table using @herecirmsims' Desk Conversations. Dimensions not quite right but I'm pretending Ximena sat backwards in her chair because I wanted the positioning and expressions, and Rafa fit! Rafa and Melissa are posed on the beach with @simmerberlin's The Kiss posepack, looking adorably carefree before their waterfall romp!

[capricornlevi]

no surprises - toji x reader

wc 1.6k - hitman!toji x mobwife!reader, fem!reader, strangers to lovers -dark elements (but not really related to sex -- toji breaks into reader's house to assassinate mob husband), cheating (technically -- reader's husband is a piece of shit lol)

nsfw, mdni

Toji hates it when his hits have wives or girlfriends.

As cruel a bastard as he may be, the thought of unnecessary collateral makes him uneasy to say the least. It's messy, too, unnecessary and uncomfortable. When one of his targets has a wife there's a sure guarantee she'll be by his side more often than not. It increases the risk for all parties, whether they know of their involvement or not.

He wonders why these men never have the decency to get a divorce before involving themselves in shit like this.

And so, as he carefully picks the lock to your kitchen window, he hopes that tonight's job is clean. That you'll stay out of his way.

Kill the guy, clean up, and ideally, get out without even waking you.

So imagine his surprise when he makes his way inside as planned, turns down the hallway to get to the bedroom he's so carefully mapped this past week, only to find you standing pyjama-clad in the hallway with arms crossed, looking at him with an expression one could only describe as inconvenienced.

"He's not here," you mumble, the words laced with sleep but still pointed.

Toji prides himself on being quick on his feet, but in this rare instance, he's lost for words. He doesn't even draw his weapon.

"Uh ... hm ... what?" he finally decides, though the words leave him without much active decision-making on his part, spilling out into the cold night air.

"He's not here," you repeat, enunciating each word slowly. "Did you not hear me? Though that would explain why you made such a fucking racket breaking in."

"What the fuck-"

"And you're replacing that lock, by the way," you spit, eyes heated with frustration as you give him a once over. "I heard you give up and break it."

Toji's head could explode right here and now. How has this ... this cannot be happening ... he's carried out hits numbering in the three digits, and not one target has ever seen him coming, much less the wife of some low-ranking gangster who stole the wrong amount of money from the wrong people.

Still, you don't shy away from him, keeping your gaze fixed on his increasingly confused face.

"What do ya mean he isn't here?" Toji huffs then, finally realising the futility of this situation. Standing there stupidly isn't going to improve his image, he needs to cut to the chase. "Is he out?"

You huff a laugh. "You could say that."

He arches a scarred brow. "He's dead?"

"May as well be," you answer plainly, devoid of any sympathy or grief. "Kicked him out on Sunday. Tried to steal my engagement ring and then went after my parents, mumbling some shit about collecting their life insurance policy even though the idiot isn't even named on it. So I made a call and the name of his hotel is with your bosses now."

"Then why didn't they--"

You roll your eyes, exasperated. "How should I know? They probably sent some other guys to the hotel and kept you here in case that worm came wriggling back."

Toji's not sure why, but he believes you -- probably because of the unafraid, unemotional manner in which you're delivering this information. As though you're a teacher scolding him for a failed assignment.

He releases his grip on the weapon tucked at his hip -- he doesn't even remember at which point he went to grab it -- silently swearing at a wasted evening.

Sure, he'll still get the flat rate for a call-out like this one, but if he has proof of death he gets triple pay. He could really use that this month; he likes having his lights stay on for longer than forty-eight hours at a time, and figured tonight would've been an easy job, particularly with how stupidly your husband has been acting these last few months.

"Uh ... okay. Sorry for inconveniencin' ya," he mumbles, figuring it best to leave now without wasting either of your time any further.

He could stay here and argue more, but he's not in the mood. He needs to get back. Plus, he's already disrupted your night enough -- as curtly as you've addressed him these past few minutes, he can't say he doesn't see where your frustration is coming from.

In this short interaction, he's developed a sort of begrudging respect for this woman who views an assassination attempt in the same way most would view a parking ticket.

"Wait!" you call out just as he turns around. He hesitates -- though you don't seem like the type to call the police given your knowledge of your husband's business.

Maybe you're not finished giving him shit for this embarrassment of a botched assignment?

"Yeah?" he answers dutifully, brushing his hair from his eyes with a tired swipe of his hand, turning back to face you.

"Want to have a drink with me?" you ask straight-forwardly, arms still crossed and expression unmoving. "He left his 20-year whiskey behind, and I haven't had new company since he weaselled his way into my life."

"I-"

"If you've nothing better to do, anyway."

This woman ...

He has never had as difficult a time reading someone in his entire lie.

"Well?" you press, a hint of impatience growing in that beautiful voice. "What do you want to do?"

Surprise once against takes precedence over any other emotion in Toji's body.

Tonight couldn't get any weirder. He's sure of it.

Except it definitely can, as he discovers just thirty minutes later, with you sitting atop him as he's spread out on your bed, riding him so hard the bed rattles against the wall.

This is a little fucked up. You both know it. He came here to kill your husband, but it's so hard for him to care about minor details like that when he sees how your tits bounce with every thrust upwards, how your face looks when it's torn in pleasure.

Your husband is a bigger idiot than he thought.

You haven't been touched like this in a long time, haven't had someone's hands on you like you deserve, and that thought enrages him for some reason.

His focus for tonight has shifted entirely. He's no longer out to kill, to hurt, his one responsibility is to make you cry out on his cock, on his tongue, on his fingers, until both of your voices are worn out and hoarse.

You're so pretty like this, so responsive to every twirl of his thumb and jerk of his hips.

Though -- and he hates to admit it -- you're exerting some control over him as well. His well-worn self-discipline is being tested like never before. On your couch just a few minutes ago, with his mouth spread against you and your leg tossed over his shoulder, you had managed to then manoeuvre yourself until your fist was wrapped around his cock, your pretty fingers stroking him until his breaths sounded choked and desperate, until a flush spread up his chest to his neck and jawline.

He had to still your wrist to keep from coming all over his own chest. That would lose him any shred of credibility he had left.

He's obsessed with the way you kiss him, too, so hungry and desperate with no sign of that earlier unshakability you possessed. He's sure you still have yourself in some semblance of control -- though he barely knows you, he knows you wouldn't relent that quickly -- but you release yourself a little, sinking into it with a quiet moan that sends ripples up his spine.

And now, with your hips sitting flush against his own, it's hard to imagine caring about a single other thing than the sight of his cock disappearing inside you.

You take him so well, every inch of him, knowing exactly what to say to drive him insane. In turn, he learns what he can from your reactions, each microexpression showing him how you like to be touched.

You toss your head back, that beautiful throat gulping down gasps of air in between cries of Toji's name, shoulders tight with the tension of keeping yourself seated on him.

He gives you more when you ask for it, pumping up into you and relishing the answering groans and mewls of pleasure.

(Honestly, he'd give you anything you wanted from him. He'd give you the shirt off his back if you requested it with those pretty doe eyes and your lips curled into that sly little smile.)

A familiar heat curls in his stomach but in a way he's entirely unfamiliar with; usually, it builds slowly and reliably, bit by bit, but this time it rises erratically and without any sign of when he's approaching the edge.

This is dangerous. You're dangerous for him, you have him in the palm of your hand and hold the ability to crush him into tiny pieces if you so wish. It scares him while also sending pulses of pleasure straight to his cock, coupled with the feeling of your throbbing clit as he circles it with his thumb --

Thankfully, you fall apart at the same time, spasms of pleasure overtaking every single thought in either of your heads.

As you settle into the afterglow, Toji is in no rush to move you or shift himself. He runs a roughened hand over your thigh, the skin smooth as silk, marvelling at how you shiver under the touch.

He just looks up at you, that hint of confusion from earlier still present but accompanied by something else.

Strange, he thinks to himself. Not a wasted evening after all.

[hobiebrownbrowser]

Constant Arguments

I know there is a lot of angst like this going on but for some odd reason it just feels right to make. I feel as if 42 Miles won't be as affectionate then others make him appear to be. NO HATE ON THEM. I love reading them.

I feel like he'll still have a somewhat cold demeanor. I haven't seen many where Y/N doesn't really care that Miles is The Prowler. Just needing him by her side more than anything was a blessing in her honor.

Earth 42 Miles Morales x FEM!Reader

Context: Angst, fluff, sadness, Mild cussing, happy ending

Translations: 'blame google if they aren't correct' 💀

"¿Por qué no puedes decírmelo? = "Why can't you tell me?"

Necesitamos hablar mami. = We need to talk mommy.

"Quítate de mi camino Miles." = Get out of my way Miles.

summary: Y/N doesn't give a shit if Miles is The Prowler.

"¿Por qué no puedes decírmelo? You avoid my calls, my texts, everytime I try to talk to you! You act like I'm not even 'ere!" It felt like a train hit her when Miles didn't respond, Breaking the eye contact they held for so long. Y/N just rolled her eyes, fed up with a relationship that clearly wasn't working.

"When you wanna talk, hit me up Hombre, other than that you can leave." Y/N shook her head, grabbing her book bag off the floor and walking towards their shared room.

She was acting like this because he wanted to disappear for more than a whole ass week. Ignoring her, leaving his own girlfriend on read when she was worried sick for him. Only think he had to say was "he was busy." Apparently it was more important than she'll ever be.

Slamming the door once she got inside just to feel tears swell in her eyes. Everything was frustrating her, constant arguments, school. The girl was overstimulated to say the least. Her back pushed up against the wall as she attempts to calm herself down with shallow deep breaths.

It felt like everything she worked for was against her. The man she loves not giving her the care she needs to pull through with all of this shit. Her family pressuring her to do a good job in school.

She just wanted to settle down on a peaceful path, but that seemed to redeem to much in her life. Having to work two jobs day and night was a struggle and Miles knew that. Yet he still did what he said he wasn't going to do.

Leaving her when she was the most vulnerable. She felt as if she wasn't valuable in his life at all. Wanting to cut off the one thing that used to make her life better.

But oh how she loves Miles. At the same time she wanted to apologize, pull him in a strong embrace. But she knew in the end he'd do the same thing. Disappear on her for decades on end.

The last string she held onto snapping just from his cold words. The silence was preposterous yet it kept her in a safe haven, able to run away from her problems just like now.

Taking a few more deep breaths and finally getting up off the dirty floor. She needed something to occupy her mind with, scrolling through her phone just to look at good memories.

She needed to wind down, Wanting to just drop out of school and cut off anyone she thought she knew well. She needed to breathe in this already suffocating air. The man on the other side probably long gone and out the door.

She was right, his figure not on the couch any longer than it should be. She wiped her face before stepping out. Going into the kitchen and grabbing a tub of ice cream before heading back into her confined space.

"Princesa." She cursed under her breath. Hearing his soft genuine sweet voice call her by her nickname. The real question was why was he still here. Turning around to be met with dead eyes. It was funny. They'd been together for a year, yet he looks at her the same way he looked at others.

She simply ignored him. Grabbing a spoon from a drawer and trying to push past the firm man.

"quítate de mi camino Miles." He didn't budge, doing the complete opposite infact. Blocking the exit with his body, She threatened to climb over the table if he didn't.

"Necesitamos hablar mami." He simply just tilted his head, A serious look plastered on his face.

"Oh now you wanna talk, ain't your job more important than me?" She got him right there. Miles eyes avoiding her's before looking back up, his chest withhelding big sigh. He wasn't gonna lie because he knew it was. She wasn't in his shoes. She wasn't constantly having to kill people for money.

No. He wanted her to sit still and be the most cherishing thing he had left besides his madre and his uncle. He was in a stressful predicament. How the hell was he supposed to tell his future wife that he was 'The Prowler'?

Miles was stomped, Looking the love of his life in her eyes before wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close. The look of confusion on her face as he told her.

Miles watched as she rubbed her temples, her eyes narrowing down to nothing but disappointment. It all made sense now. Why she'd wake up to an empty bed in the middle of the night. The window sometimes left open on countless nights.

He'd even shown her the exact suit he'd killed in, leading her to a small hidden room she didn't even know they had in the first place. She poked her head in which Miles found a bit cute, Taking it out and putting it on like it was nothing but clothing.

You let out a deep sigh before saying what was on your own mind.

"Miles I don't give a shit that you're The Prowler. I just wanted you to tell me." A sigh of relief left Mile's throat. Apologizing to his chica before pulling her into a tight hug and kissing her soft plump lips.

"I'm sorry for not tellin' you sooner Hermosa."

Part 2 here 💜

[redr0sewrites]

threesome with nesta + cassian from acotar during the frenzy? i love both characters sm and saw u were taking reqs :>

hhhhh yes they are soooo fine

🥀Cw: SMUT!!!, threesome/poly, gn!reader, dirty talk, mating frenzy

🥀minors dni

cassian and nesta are wonderful partners, but when it comes to the mating frenzy??? they are literally SO overprotective and horny i just know it

from the minute the frenzy starts to the minute it ends the three of you are all over eachother. they both definitely enjoy spit roasting, with Cassian fucking you senseless while Nesta rides your face. they will absolutely make out while on top of you, and if she's feeling especially cruel, Nesta would absolute play with your clit/cock while Cassian fucks you

Nesta would be sooo mean!!! she definitely uses your sensitivity and horniness against you, even though she's just as insatiable. Nesta and Cassian are pure opposites when it comes to dirty talk, and they'll switch up on you until your fuzzy with pleasure. one minute Nesta could be spitting out the cruelest words and condescending remarks while Cassian praises you with no end in sight, and the next minute Nesta could be pampering you and praising you while Cassian whispers the filthiest shit in your ear and calls you his little slut. they are genuinely so versatile in bed, and that's only amplified during the frenzy

if you are more of a dominant person, you and Nesta DEFINITELYYYYY team up on Cassian at least a fee times, until he's all overstimulated and subby :( if you have a dick he woukd absolutely adore being pegged, but he would deny it to no end. if you don't thats ok too, you can still use a strap which will lead to the same effect- a wrecked and needy Cassian

USE HIS SENSITIVE WINGS AGAINST HIM. you and Nesta on either side of him while he's restrained, gently caressing his wings and teasing his thighs, but not touching his painfully hard cock. he'll be whimpering in minutes, he just needs you so much!

Nesta is a bit harder to team up on, but it can be managed. you'd have to start off slow, praise her and feed her ego. she loooves being pampered when she's subbing and is def a bratty pillow princess. she'll be very pliant and down for whatever, but COMPLAINS the entire time about how she can't feel a thing. so, in response, you and Cassian work together to fuck her SENSELESS. the easiest way to break her down is with incessant praise, she absolutely meltsssss

your all big fans of marking, like your all walking out of your 3 week frenzy with claw marks, hickies, and bruises on every available inch of your bodies'. your definitely gonna be wearing turtlenecks for a few weeks lmao.

you guys definitely prioritize aftercare a lot though. you always pause between sessions to get food and water, and y'all definitely bathe together. it's not always spicy either, sometimes bathing during the frenzy was intimate but not in a sexual way. lots of massages over sore muscles and praise were shared, and bathing together is one of your favorite memories of the frenzy (besides the filthy, steamy sex 💀)

honestly yall probably spend a week after the frenzy just SLEEPING and snuggling together after like barely sleeping for so long 💀

"fuuuck Nes," Cassian groaned between sloppy kisses above you, aligning his cock with your aching hole. Nesta shudders as you moan, sending vibrations against her clit. she was sitting on your face, muscular thighs framing your head as she grinded down against your tongue. Cassian was sliding his aching cock against your hole, grinding down between your folds/ass. you were already wet with preparation from your previous rounds, but the sloppy sounds of Nesta and Cassian making out above you only turned you on more.

Slowly, Cassian thrusted inward, watching in admiration as his cock sinks into your hole. "fuck, baby, takin' me so well," he murmurs, and pulls Nesta back into a breathy kiss. you whine, the fullness of his dick inside you making your clit/cock twitch with need. Nesta's hand travels lower and lower down your sternum, reaching for your pulsing sex. nimble fingers toy with your clit/dick as Nesta's thighs tremble with need.

your tongue works wonders against her aching cunt as Cassian sets a brutal pace. teeth and tongue clash together above you as your two mates make out, and the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room. you can tell Nesta is getting close from her breathy whines, and the way her thighs tremble with each roll of her hips against your face. Cassian's cock twitches inside you as Nesta lets out an especially wanton moan, and your back arches in response.

Cassian's dick hits a sweet spot inside you that you barely knew existed, and you moan against Nesta's clit. her hips buck against your face as her orgasm washes over her, and you can feel the coil in your abdomen tightening as well. a string of curses leaves Nesta's lips as you grip onto her thighs, pulling her through her high as you continue to eat her out. Cassian nearly comes at the sight, his two perfect mates deep in their own pleasure.

Nesta's swift fingers keep working at your clit/cock until your clenched tight around Cassian, your hole practically sucking him in with each thrust. "shit, 'm gonna-" Cassians voice cracks into a moan as his orgasm tears through him. you mewl and buck your hips as he fucks you through your own high, Nesta's thighs squeezing your head as your mind glazes with pleasure.

"don't suffocate them Nes," Cassian murmurs, pulling out as you both come down from your post-orgasmic high. "oh please, they can take it. can't you, doll?" Nesta coos, and you struggle to nod from beneath her thighs. Cassian shoots her a look, and she crawls off of you. the mattress dips as she lays down besides your panting form, and she gently runs her fingers over your stomach, tracing upwards to cup your cheek.

"we weren't too rough, were we?" the question is spoken softly and genuinely, and you shake your head. "don't worry, 'm fine, Nes. just a little tired", you chuckle, and Cassian lays down on your other side. he pulls you both close, his wings enveloping you all and dousing the soft light from a nearby lantern. "lets all get some rest then, shall we?" you and Nesta both nod, worn out from hours of passionate lovemaking. as you begin to drift off to sleep, you can't help but think about how blessed you are to have such wonderful mates.

help the smut is so mid but i'm too tired to edit IM SORRRRRYYYY- I LOVED THIS REQUEST SOOO MUCH THOOOOOO I NEEEEED TO WRITE FOR ACOTAR MORE CASSIAN AND NESTA R SOOO FINEEEE LMAO