#slight rant?? not like. serious anger but

[trashgoblincreature]

a LOT of side order spoilers below the cut.

SERIOUSLY, I WENT ON SEVERAL TANGENTS HERE THAT I DID NOT INTEND TO. SPOILERS AHEAD.

so. i beat a run in side order for the first time??? honestly i fucking LOVE this. certain story implications, pearlina confirmed, and actual. yknow, difficulty

however. while it has its charm. i feel like the repetitiveness actually harms it more than it helps it.

its SO difficult to get enough prlz to get to the point where you can actually beat the tower. and letting you die at the VERY end and that not even giving you enough prlz to upgrade your damage enough to make a difference? kinda ass ngl.

also, i wish there were more bosses. we have the octowhirl 2.0, the funnel, and if enemy octolings were less octo shaped and dipped in liquid metal. outside of the first and final bosses, those are the only bosses we have. and they STILL randomize which one you get each time. and make an upgrade to reveal which is which. said upgrade, thanks to how difficult it is to get enough prlz for other upgrades, is NOT worth it btw

lastly. part of me really wishes tartar and/or 4 wouldve made an actual appearance. 4 is underappreciated in the franchise, and i feel like they could've made a good boss fight [not counting the fake 4 because that is. straight up just the same as an enemy octoling]

and tartar. they couldve had him appear as a mini boss. it wouldnt have made NO sense, order WAS created from code in kamabo co's database. it likely KNOWS about tartar. it likely knows about the whole kamabo situation, it more than likely has some of tartar's code in it. and it makes me irritated that that specific possibility is never even hinted at. like??? come ON man i want him BACK. at least MENTION him???? especially if theyre gonna make order SO SIMILAR TO TARTAR

it reminds me of beta tartar. yknow, the horrifying meat grinder-blender combo monster with teeth and eyes in the blender cup from the art book. and the way its voice sounds??? i really thought, going into this, there was gonna be a twist at the end with nintendo just being like "oh this is what remains of tartar btw" but nope

again, i LOVE side order. i really am enjoying it so far. but. i just sorta wish there was a little more to the story and a little less repetitiveness to beat a run for the first time

tbh, might 'rewrite' it a little bit. just thanks to the tartar situation i mentioned. i feel like involving him in order's whole backstory could make things FAR more interesting tbh

[st4rpiece]

secret attraction

SFW

characters: eustass kid x fem! reader summary: to stop killer and heat from teasing you about your crush on kid, you deflect by telling them that he was like a "brother" to you. CW: fluff, mutual pining, usage of nicknames (flower and baby), hopeless romantic kid, other: lowercase intended, not proofread, and pictures from pinterest

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you were currently in the kitchen of the Victoria Punk watching killer prepare tonight's dinner, while simultaneously listening to heat retell another one of their failed situationship's.

"i'll say it since you won't," you said pointing at killer, who is ironically avoiding your eyes "no sane person would fall for those words," you say this time pointing to heat.

"still that was 1000x better than kid’s," killer said. triggering a memory loop of all of kidd's many failed attempts at courting you, with the worst one ending in a cold war that surprisingly lasted two days.

"why are you saying it like you're surprised?" you said jokingly earning a chuckle from heat. “that's cause we are.”

"on a more serious note, flower, what do you think of kid?," killer asked "casually." he was aware of you and kidd's mutual attraction for each other. after listening to yet another one of kidd's rants about how dense you were he decided to help his captain out.

"of the captain? what about him?" you managed to ask calmly as if the question didn’t cause your heart to skip a heartbeat.

"what killer means is, do you like the captain?" heat asked bluntly. him and killer both analyzing your face for any sort of reaction.

"i mean, yeah i-i like him," you said with a slight nervousness in your tone.

“not as a captain, flower” killer reiterates “do you like him romantically?”

“w-what? no. no,” you were lying and with the way they were both looking at you, you knew they thought so too.

"really?" they asked simultaneously.

"yes, really. kid is like the cool older brother to me." you instantly regretted those words as they left your mouth.

he’s like a cool brother?!? who the hell says shit that about their crush?!?

at the same time, kid was making his way to his workshop when he happened to catch killer's words as he passed by the kitchen. his heart pounding against his chest as he stood still waiting for your answer.

cool older brother?

those were words kid never thought he'd hear, especially not out your mouth. he stood right by the door, unable to move. a wave of anger and frustration washed over him, cracking his usual confident demeanor. kid was never one to hide his emotions, so with a clenched fist, and a flared-up temper, he entered the kitchen.

"like a cool older brother?” he scoffed, “fuck! are you serious, flower?" kid’s voice was laced with irritation as his sudden presence shocked everyone in the room. "do i look like the fucking brotherly type to you?"

you had the quickest reaction time to his sudden appearance as you subconsciously tried to appease his anger by explaining yourself. "i didn't mean it like that, captain, it's just...”

kid scoffed. "whatever. if that's how you see me, then fine." he said, cutting you off before leaving the room.

the once light and comfortable atmosphere in the kitchen turned to a silent and dense one.

the following days after that, kdd was not hiding the foul mood that he was in, as he made it everyone's problem. with killer even pointing out that his already short temper, shortened (if that was even possible). kid was even more reckless now, throwing himself into constant battles, purposefully as he was trying to drown out the confusion and hurt that he felt.

he couldn't understand why you would say something like that, especially when he had been nothing but clear (as clear as kid could be) about his feelings. and yet you saw him as a “brother?" the word alone was enough to get him riled up. making whoever on the receiving end of his anger wish they weren’t.

one the fourth day of his tantrum (as killer called it), you approached him as he was working in his shop. you were expecting him to tell you to leave but no matter how upset he was at you, kid didn’t have it in him to turn you away. sulking or not, he would fulfill any request you had.

"what do you want?" he asked gruffly.

"we need to talk," you said firmly as you made your way to his workbench. "about what i said the other day."

kid motions you to sit on the chair not far from his bench. "whenever you’re ready flower." he says giving you his undivided attention.

despite his words, he was in a guarded stance (arm crossed with limited expression) causing your confidence to falter a bit. so instead of making eye contact like you had planned, you ended up staring at his coat while you spoke.

"when i said you were like a "cool older brother" to me, i wanted you to know that i just said that to get the boys off my back.” hearing this kid’s defensive stance loosened a bit.

which you took as a positive sign to continue, “i was also scared that you didn't feel the same way i did."

kid’s eyes widened, his previous anger no longer present as he made sense of your words. "wait, what? you mean...?"

"yes," you interrupted, your voice trembling ever so slightly. "i like you, captain. a lot actually. i just didn't want to take any chances in case you saw me as nothing more than just another subordinate."

kid felt a mixture of relief and disbelief at your words.

"just another subordinate?? oh baby, you are much more than that," his voice was so uncharacteristically low you almost missed his words.

he took a deep breath, his intense eyes locking onto yours. "flower, you make me feel things i didn't think were possible. i can't even go a day without thinking about you, and fuck! it drives me crazy."

stepping closer, he reaches out to grab your hand, his grip firm yet tender. "baby, i want to be yours in the same way i want you to be mine," he confesses, letting go of your hand and instead reaching out for your face with the same tenderness.

"i want to be the one who puts that sweet smile on your face." his calloused thumb brushing over your lips, with a softness in his touch. "i know i can be hot-headed, loud, and reckless so i hope you'd bear with me as i learn to make you feel as special as you make me feel."

the unexpected gentleness in his voice, the sincerity in his eyes, and the tenderness from his hands. the rough, fierce exterior you had always known seemed to melt away, revealing a vulnerable side of kid that you had never seen before.

as his words sank in, you felt a wave of emotions crash over you. tears swelled up in your eyes as you felt an overwhelming sense of relief from hearing his heartfelt confession.

his hands, still on your face, wiped away your tears as they fell. "these are happy tears," you manage to tell him in between your sobbing, earning a light chuckle.

"i hope so," he says, wrapping his hands around your waist and pulling you in for a passionate kiss.

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kid named his ship after the girl he loved, taking a part of her along with him on his journey. you can't convince me that he isn't the "gentle but only to my partner" kind of person. you just can't.

with that being said i hope you guys, gals, and pals enjoyed!!

[nerves-nebula]

i scrolled through your Entire TM(N)T Tag and i simply adore it!!! as a kid i was a less intense version of leo (golden child) but i soon grew out of it and now i’m a lot more like mikey (craving violence) and it’s so interesting to see the two parts of myself coexist in separate people. if you wanna, could you expand on mikey and leo’s relationship and dynamics, both before and during the farmhouse arc? they just scratch my brain <3

(also sorry if the purple text is an issue tumblr won’t let me send it normally?? idk it’s [tumblr] lmao)

RIGHT SO!! buckle up cuz this gonna be a long one :P (part of the reason it took so long to answer sobbb. its too complicated so i kept putting it off)

before farm house:

Mikey found leo very frustrating, Leo got on his nerves with all his boasting and special treatment from Splinter. He also hated how Leo tended to boss them around after getting his Leader role. So Mikey tried to get on Leo's nerves as well (even if Leo wasn't doing anything to intentionally antagonize Mikey at that moment)

this means there's a lot of bad blood between the two, and they might be more antagonistic than is really warranted towards each other. this often ends up with Raph dealing with the brunt of Leo's frustration, cuz despite his anger, Leo wouldn't be able to justify attacking Mikey most of the time.

this is because Leo believes Splinter when Splinter rants to him about how disappointing his weaker siblings are. Leo doesn't think it would be fair of him to beat up on Mikey, even if he believes Mikey is lazy and rude and has no sense of self discipline. But Splinter always talks about how strong Raph is, so Raph is the one Leo feels ok with fighting. Leo fighting with Raph doesn't make Mikey like him any more, lol.

another aspect of their relationship is their competitiveness. Leo and Mikey are the most outgoing and competitive. A lot of raphs theoretical competitiveness has kind of been stripped from him in this iteration due to the sheer amount of stress and responsibility he's been given. it's kind of hard for him to have fun pretending a video game is super important when the slight stress of that makes him feel like he's in a life or death situation. Raph can have fun playing a game, but he'll drop it like a hot coal if it gets too stressful. And Donnie is just generally conflict avoidant, so competitive games aren't great for him.

So Mikey and Leo really only have each other to compete against, the others might tag along in whatever game they've devised but most of the time it's really just Mikey and Leo competing against each other. but since they also have a very REAL rivalry/grudge against each other, these competitions and games can get a bit out of hand or a bit too serious.

a third thing is that Mikey will often lose his temper and call Leo stupid. usually for believing in something Splinter told him. Leo finds this annoying because he sees it as Mikey lashing out because he's not as good as Leo. Cuz Leo's whole worldview is based around the hierarchy Splinter has built.

Meanwhile, Mikey is irritated that Leo can "fall for" Splinters abuse tactics so easily- mind you mikey is a bit more emotionally intelligent than his brothers, so it's not really their fault. but imagine how frustrating it is to see someone you love fall for textbook manipulation over and over. And then act horribly towards you because of something that YOU WARNED THEM AGAINST BELIEVING!!

like that's not really how manipulation works, and they're all kids so its not entirely Leo's fault, but it's hard not to resent someone when you see that the reason it works so well on them is because they benefit from it. it's hard not to feel like they value that privilege more than they value you.

shredder arc (leading into the farm house):

So by this point, Mikey's kind of tried more to be less outwardly cruel to Leo, since he's now gone through Leo's mind and knows Leo is so manipulated that he doesn't even realize Splinter is abusing him. They fight a lot less in the years leading up to/before the farm house, since fighting enemies as a team had kind of forced them to trust and understand each other a lot more.

still, the events leading up to the farm house have kind of brought up old wounds- specifically, the split between Leo and his brothers. Leo spent months trying to convince his brothers that Shredder was evil. Mostly for selfish reasons, and in doing so was incredibly insensitive to Donnie and his other brothers pain at the realization that Shredder was, in fact, up to some suspicious shit. His brothers felt more at home with the foot clan than with Splinter, so they're really hurting, and they hate the idea of going home and having Splinter and Leo rub it in even more.

Donnie in particular feels like he just lost another chance at a better family, like he just brought his brothers into another trap, like no one would ever actually genuinely want to be his family. like he's stuck with splinter. forever. so he's (not for the first time) seriously suicidal. Which Raph and Mikey are concerned about, and Leo doesn't really get the seriousness of at first.

farm arc:

SOOO after Leo begged to be allowed to come to the farm house, things are tense. Leo now understands that his relationships with his bros are worse than he realized, and he needs to be on his best behavior around his brothers. He ends up treating all of them with the same level of deference he would treat splinter, which is really weird.

BUT THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE ABOUT HIM AND MIKEY, SO TO GET BACK ON TRACK- Mikey kind of regresses back to being more childish, trying to get a rise out of Leo, which doesn't work at first. he does eventually end up provoking Leo into snapping at him, and Mikey gets even more aggressive in response (because none of them are in a good headspace at the moment) basically saying that Leo will always be like this if he doesn't stop faking being a better person.

Leo is frustrated to the point of tears because he's exhausted from walking on eggshells for weeks and he can't figure out why Mikey won't just let him act the way he was told to act !! Eventually, after a few rough confrontations, Mikey manages to explain that they don't want Leo's submission or anything- they just want him to be LESS MEAN ALL THE TIME. which includes un-learning what Splinter has told Leo about his brothers.

and, even more important than that, includes Leo talking about his own feelings. AND EVEN MORE IMPORTANT THAN THAT!! includes Leo accepting that Splinter isn't always right and has, in fact, REALLY HURT his brothers!!

and this is a lot, but it mostly only happens because Mikey is willing to try (in his own messy, imperfect way) to confront Leo. Donnie is too emotionally hurt to do anything but dissociate and run away, and Raph doesn't have the energy to try to facilitate change within the family this way. He can help the discussions progress, and help the turtles communicate with each other, but Raph doesn't have the emotional will to force Leo to take that first big emotional step.

after farm house:

funny enough, their competitive nature facilitates a lot of camaraderie with each other once they stop treating each other as ONLY adversaries. they can safely be aggressive in a joking way with each other, they can compete without any hurt feelings, it's pretty nice. Leo also feels comfortable asking Mikey for his opinion on stuff, cuz he knows Mikey won't sugar coat things too much.

there are a lot of small issues they gotta deal with every now and then though. for example, Mikey's habit of irritating Leo led to a bit of transphobia growing up. Not because Mikey had transphobic ideas of gender (he's agender himself, he never really understood gender and never will) but because he noticed it irritated Leo and he was a kid and didn't understand the rhetoric he was parroting.

so a lot of Leo's internalized transphobia doesn't just come from Splinter, but also from his brother, who he lives with. and that's rough.

and the way that Leo will still catch himself either implying, thinking, or straight up just saying that he thinks Mikey is dumb. even if he 's saying it in an offhanded way like "lol your so stupid" it's still really hurtful to Mikey, who was told his entire childhood that he was dumber and lazier than his siblings, and that's why he didn't matter. it bothers Mikey a lot more than most of them realize and takes Mikey a while to voice his discomfort, because he feels like even being insulted by it is, in and of itself, trivial and dumb.

but outside of those unfortunate issues, they get along really well! Mikey encourages Leo to indulge in silliness more.

SOOO thats the gist of things. i think.

[haitanisbug]

Yandere! Rindou Haitani x Reader

Cw: Yandere themes. Implied kidnapping. Violence. Mention of suggestive themes.

a/n: a repost bc I'm still rusty at writing and haven't finished anything new in a while. OOC rindou bc its sexy.

You step out of the shower onto the cold tile with a sigh of relief. It's not often that you get time to shower by yourself without Rindou’s suffocating presence with you. It's one of his special rituals, bathing with you like you’re some loving couple who live to take care of each other. But usually these shower sessions end up with you pressed up against the glass and Rindou ramming into you from behind. It's exhausting and you're thankful for this rare time by yourself. Rindou mentioned he was going to be out later than usual, and wouldn't be home in time for your nightly shower sex routine.

Deciding to take advantage of the peaceful penthouse, you plop on the couch and cuddle up with one of the very few books Rindou allows you to own. The exhaustion creeps in quickly, and you find yourself suddenly drifting to sleep.

The slam of the door is what jolts you awake. Rubbing the blurriness out of your eyes, you look over at Rindou walking in. He’s muttering something and you can't catch all of it, but you can make out a string of expletives and his brother's name somewhere in the mix.

His sharp eyes cut over to where you’re laying on the couch. Rindou strides over to you, ripping off his tie and unbuttoning his shirt at the same time. It’s aggressive, and his imposing figure looks even more intimidating with the dark lines of his tattoo peeking out from under his shirt. 

“Get the fuck up. How many times have I told you that I don't want you sleeping out here when I'm gone? I want you in the fucking bedroom where its safer.”

Your heart sinks in fear. Shit, you think. It's one of those nights. When Rindou comes home from a botched job, he acts more callus than usual. It’s best to accept his angry advances in cases like this, and play the demure agreeable darling.... but even when you comply, you never come out of it unscathed.

“Oh. Umm I didn’t mean to, Rin. It was an accident. I won't do it again.”

“I didnt ask if it was a fucking accident or not, princess.” He grabs your wrist and digs his nails into it as he pulls. You go flying from the couch straight into his chest and his other hand comes up to grip your face. You can feel his nails digging into your cheeks too, and you know the indents will linger tomorrow. The pain is unbearable and something clicks in your brain. After having some semblance of freedom tonight, you snap. You start struggling in his grasp, thrashing your body back and forth until you free your face from his grasp and then push him away from you.

You’re both staring each other down, Rindou’s eyebrows raised in slight surprise that you managed to shake him off.

“Get over here.” he says. His voice is low and serious.

“...no.” you whisper.

Rindou’s eyes widen in shock at your defiance. But he gets over it quickly and narrows his eyes at you. “What did you jus-”

“I said no!”  Deciding you’ve had enough of Rindou’s abuse night after night you steel yourself and speak the words that have been bottled up inside you for a long time now.

“You always take it out on me like you need to prove something! I’m sick of being your punching bag, Rindou!” You halt your ranting for a second, chest breathing hard. The words you want to say are on the tip of your tongue, and you know if you voice them you’ll be in big trouble. You’ve already said enough as is. But in your heated anger, you make a split second deciding to spit it out regardless.

“You’re weaker than Ran. You know you’ll never be as strong as him and it bothers you so much. Knowing that you’ll never live upto him. So you take it out on me! Like that’s anything to be proud of? Taking it out on a weak and defenseless girl really proves your strength Rindou.” Your chest heaves from your scathing words, and you try to catch your breath.

You see the change in his demeanor immediately. His aggravation turned into a fury so deep you freeze in your spot.

“i..- i didn't mean it, Rin. I swear, Rin im-”

“If you’re so fond of my brother I should have him come teach you a lesson then, huh?”

“No! Rindou, I’m sorry! Really, I didn’t mea-”

Rindou stalks over to you and his arm shoots out, grabbing you by the neck. Your apology is cut off as he begins to squeeze. All you can do is scramble at his hand on your throat. Your nails try to dig into his skin, but it’s useless as his grip tightens and you begin to lose air. You drop your arms in defeat, your throat tightens up and your lungs feel like they’re on the edge of an explosion. Rindou loosens his grip just as suddenly, and your body crumples to the floor. Through your choking and sobs, you don’t see him kneel down next to you.

“Look at me,” he murmurs. You still refuse to meet his gaze, heart thundering against your chest.

“I said fucking look at me.”

The tone grabs your attention and through your tears, you look up at Rindou. He looks calm. Unusually calm. His face is relaxed and composed as usual, but when your eyes meet his… you swallow hard. Sheer terror sinks into your skin. Rindou’s eyes are an inferno of blazing rage. His eyes are usually cold and barren. You know how to deal with coldness… it's easy enough to bring some warmth into him from his usual apathy. But taming a fire? It’s hopeless. You know you’ve pushed him too far this time and the regret of your actions lies in every hollow of your being. 

His hand comes up to grip your cheeks and he squeezes hard again. The pain floods your ears. You have to strain in order to catch his next whispered statement.

“Say something like that one more time and I’ll make sure you never speak again.”

Too terrified to even sob, a small whimper leaves your bruised throat and you give a small nod. Rindou stares at you deeply for a few more seconds before he straightens up. He whips out his phone and dials someone. Whoever is on the other side picks up quickly and Rindou doesn’t wait for the other person to speak before he starts talking. 

“Yea. I need you over here whenever you get the chance. I want you to tear the brattiness out of my girl.”

Your eyes widen at the words he spews into his phone, and your body trembles at your oncoming punishment. There’s only one other person he could be talking to. Only one other person was able to tame a brat when Rin couldn’t. Rindou has told you enough of the horror stories about him and your heart sinks at the realization. Not Ran. Anyone…anything but Ran Haitani.

He looks down on you after hanging up, all the fire gone from his eyes now. His gaze is freezing to the core. You know trying to bring any ounce of mercy out of him now has become a lost cause.

“You wanted to talk about Ran, so it’s Ran you’ll get. I hope it was worth it darling.”

[darkenedreaper]

Pairing: Ellen Ripley x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Slight angst, fluff

Summary: Headcannons that include arguing with Ellen but then making up with one another

A/N: We need more Ripley content. And imma give it to you. Oh and I’ve seen my inbox 😏

Masterlist

We’ll Fight But We Make Up

It’s very rare that you and Ripley argue, sure you’ll disagree but you’ll work on it so you can both agree or be satisfied with the situation at hand

You’re both very open and certainly honest with one another; which is why you rarely argue

When you do argue it has to be serious because as said before you never argue

But you always always manage to make up, that’s what makes you such a strong couple

The argument started between the both of you like this:

Tensions were already rising in the ship on the way back home as Hicks and Hudson were arguing… again

As now Team Captain for what was left of the Marines after the attack and ambush on LV-426, you tried to maintain some routine for them, after all they still had the mindset of Marines

But Hicks and Hudson kept bickering and bickering to the point where it was affecting everyone, even Bishop found it hard to control his temper

You were sat at your desk in the ship furiously scribbling and typing as you had work due for Weyland Yutani about the Xenomorph and you were running late on it

Ripley and Newt walked hand in hand up to your desk, Newt carrying her new teddy bear Ripley gave her

Ellen slowly walked up to your chair, not wanting to frighten you. She gently placed her hands on your back that was hunched over the desk and dragged her fingers up to your tense shoulder blades and lightly squeezed them

“Honey, they’re fighting again”, Ripley said with a soft and and soothing voice. You took a deep breath and choose not to respond, you really didn’t want to hear anything about the two of them again, and Ripley knew you were tense about it. She spoke up again, “I was wondering if you could sort them, they refuse to listen to anybody these days”.

She was still rubbing your shoulders but quickly withdrew her hands and clasped them together when you stood up with clear anger and stomped off to see to the ‘men’. Ripley looked down at Newt and shrugged her shoulders to Newts questioning face. They both followed you.

In the crew living quarters/room they were almost in each others face and you walked up to them, towering over the both of them. They were arguing over nothing; about who got to take charge of the control rooms. “Will the both of you step away before you bite each others heads off and shut up!?”

Both men stopped their bickering after you raising your voice to a tone they hadn’t heard before. Hicks went to open his mouth to speak but you were too quick, “Shut up! I don’t wanna hear it! Do you Marines realise the stress you’ve put ok everybody? You’ve even got Bishop feeling like he’s walking around on eggshells!” You shouted at the top of your voice. Making them both turn to face you and put their heads down.

As you had finally finished your rant you were still angry and unfortunately your anger had made you snap at someone you wouldn’t ever want to.

Newt lightly tugged your arm and called your name, “What do you want!?” As soon as the words and tone left your voice you immediately regretted it. Newt looked at you, shocked, and ran off to jump into Ripley arms.

Ripley was standing in one of the doorways and picked up Newt before turning to you with disappointment, hurt, and upset written all over her face. She shook her head at you and walked off, with a trembling Newt in her arms.

You sighed and put your head down, spotting Newts teddy that she had dropped. You turned back to Hicks and Hudson who wouldn’t dare look at you or anyone else who saw the show. You walked to pick up Newts teddy and went to ran to find them both but not before saying, “If I hear one more word from either one of you you’ll go back into hyper sleep before you can say sorry”. They both replied, “Yes ma’am”.

It was getting close to bedtime anyway and you finally found Ripley tucking an upset Newt into bed. Ellen was brushing her head with her fingers and kissing her cheek whispering to the girl. You watched the interaction between the two people that you loved most before knocking lightly on the doorway.

A huge wave of guilt came over you when Newts teary little eyes locked with yours before turning back to Ripley. And Ripley simply acknowledged you with a look before turning back to Newt to kiss her, then standing up to walk towards you.

You were in big trouble. You were still holding Newts teddy but as Ripley began to walk towards you you walked backwards. As you, Ellen, Newt and even Jonesy lived in the same sleeping quarters. As you and Ellen were together you slept in the same bed and had a shared simply decorated bedroom.

Ripley only closed Newts door over a little and backed you up over to the couch in the room you called the living room, “Ellen I-”, “How could you?” She cut in, still talking with the softest voice, but you knew she was disappointed. “I’m sorry, it was a mistake, I was caught up in the moment of trying to sort the two of them” you tried, “That isn’t an excuse y/n and you know that”. You lowered your arms in defeat and tried to peak into Newts room, but your eyes quickly landed back on Ripley began again who was stood, dressing gown tied, hair slightly messy and arms crossed; “I understand you’ve been stressed, even anxious but you can’t take it out on our little girl, it isn’t fair”

You felt even more guilty. Ripley always said the good in you and took your side no matter what. She made you feel valid as she knew you were stressed but she pointed out how it was wrong to take it out on your little girl, your little family. “I know. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for snapping at Newt, I would never and will never do it again. And I’m sorry for disappointing you, and causing upset to my two favourite girls”

She gave you a half smile and let you know that she accepted her apology. You knew you were just off the hook with Ellen but you needed and wanted to see Newt. “Go and see her”. Your face almost lit up as Ripley granted you permission to apologise to Newt, but before you could get to her room Ripley grabbed your arm, “I know you didn’t mean it. And I know how much you love us. And if you love us so much you’ll come to me when you feel stressed or angry”. You nodded your head and wrapped an arm around her waist to give her lips a quick kiss to which she relished in and she held your arm as you did

As you approached the girls room you knocked on the door before pushing it open, “Newt?” You said looking at the girl who was rolled on her side and had her back to you. “Newt honey, I’m sorry. I never meant to shout at you and I never would. I have no excuse or rational reason for my behaviour. And I’m sorry”

Ripley smirked as she leaned against the doorway, knowing Newt would be playing games

You looked at her, arms still crossed and on her side. You heard her mumble a little ‘Okay’. But that wasn’t enough. You walked a little closer to her and gently tapped her shoulder, “I think you dropped something”. She definitely took her time in turning around to face you and when she saw you were holding her teddy her face lit up and she sat up to take it from you

You took her smiling moment as an opportunity to sit yourself next to her and grab her attention, “I’m sorry Newt. It won’t ever happen again”. She looked up at you smiling, “I know y/n/n”. You turned around to look at Ripley smiling at the both of you and you had an idea. You turned back to Newt, “Let me and Mommy go get ready for bed and how about I come back in and read you your favourite bedtime story?”. She shook her head eagerly at your suggestion before laying back down all snug with her teddy, “I’ll be right back Newt”, you kissed her forehead.

You followed Ripley into your shared room and as she started getting the bed ready for the both of you she said, “if it wasn’t for your heroic apology you’d be sleeping on the couch tonight”. After you’d changed into your sleepwear you walked round to the bed and helped your girlfriend into bed, handing her her book, a glass of water and anything else she needed. “I guess I’m just lucky” you said back. She put her hand around your neck and cupped your face bringing you down for a kiss before letting you go back to Newt. Before you left the room you turned round to her, “I’m sorry Ellen”.

She knew how guilty you felt but assured you it was all old news and was settled now. You didn’t actually believe her until she pulled the bedsheet covers down slightly, rubbing her thighs seductively, “Oh and hurry back, I’ll be waiting”

Kind of love this

[codenameredkrystalmatrix]

Colours (Savage Opress X Reader)

Their colours change as he spends more time with you. He changes as he spends more time with you. (Cross-posted on AO3)

Red

When you found him at a wreckage site on Phu, his burning eyes and scowl told you he wasn’t the friendliest being. While he was passed out, you tried going through what was left of his flight log. The only pattern was that there was no pattern…

“Listen. Either you come with me, or whoever you’re avoiding catches up. And between and me, you don’t look ready for what they could be packing.”

A nod.

You’d bluffed well, and for your reward, were now the caretaker of a raging Zabrak male. His name (which you found out when he just about screamed it at you during a rant) made sense. Savage Opress. Any conversation you tried to have was shut down either with silence or a snarl.

He would stare daggers into your back while you worked. You couldn’t help the way your palms broke out into sweats. Things were getting out of control when you realized you could barely even pilot your own ship with him nearby. It was just…overwhelming. You’d thought it over and had decided that it would really be better if you both went your separate ways. At least, that was the original plan.

A bone-chilling scream echoed through the rooms. You jumped out of your cot, knocking your head against the wall in your wild twisting. Swearing, you doubled over and stayed put until you could stop seeing stars. But the screams weren’t letting up. Every urge in your body was telling you to get back to bed, huddle up and forget you heard anything. This was too much for you- how could you help? His health was none of your concern. Nothing would save him from whatever demons were-

“Hey! Wake up!”

You didn’t quite know how you’d gotten there so quickly, but you dismissed it. His eyes snapped open, and immediately the pupils narrowed. Sitting up from the floor where he’d been thrashing, he slumped. You realized your hands had found their way to his shoulders.

“Bad dream?”

He rose and silently sat cross-legged in another corner. Whatever he was running from, it haunted him. In such a state, you didn’t have the heart to leave him alone.

“I can’t afford any parts for this ship, got that? So, you better stop denting my floors.”

Still nothing. You huffed, returning to your room. Cargo deliveries  had just gotten a little more complicated.

Black

If there was one thing that was certain about your fellow traveller- he knew his way around combat. He’d slash his way through opponents with speed and brutality that made you shiver. The problem of running into a couple of goons was often resolved in seven seconds- maximum. But for the bigger fights (like intercepts by rivals of your clients), he’d put himself in serious danger, and sometimes narrowly miss death.

In the dim light of the medical room, his eyes were flat and dark after times like those. Half-closed, and drifting in and out of awareness, they seemed almost lifeless. Only the slight rise and fall of his chest showed he lived. You tried to be gentler with him, asking how he felt after he’d fully awakened.

“I live.”

“How about I help out a bit? I know a couple older tricks.”

“I will tend myself.”

“You pass out halfway through it.”

Another stare, so you continued. “That won’t help. I’ll do it, so you get back into fighting form quicker.”

He didn’t object- either to you patching him up, or to you rubbing some cream in so slightly older injuries healed better. After one such session, you saw him looking at you.

“You cannot feel the Force.”

“Nope. Why?”

He couldn’t answer that. There was just…he wasn’t sure what to call it. The Dark Side only offered anger to suppress the pain for a while. There would be no true healing for him. But this...what he felt around you... was not unfavourable.

His skin was soothed with the creams. He slept more deeply with the scent of herbal oils lingering in the room. Savage found himself stretching his limits, battering his body to be melded together again under your touch. Something prevented him from drawing on the full depth of his anger. So, he avoided meditation altogether. It had always been a waste of time better spent in combat.

“I swear- it’s like you want to get killed.” You griped, working some ointment into his lower back after a more serious run-in.

“It would not be something I avoided.”

He regretted speaking, as his words caused your hands to still.

“Savage? You…”

“I am tired.”

“You…I…Savage. You’re…”

The Force within you reached out to him, begging in ways words could not articulate to not say that. It stretched to someplace within his hearts, hurting for him. What…was this? Turning to look at you, he tried deciphering your intent, but found nothing that the Force had not revealed. A little tremulously, you laid a hand on his chest.

“I’m really sorry.”

And, if he were almost any other being, Savage Opress would have broken down into tears. As it was, he simply closed his eyes.

Brown

Once he noticed, it was impossible to ignore it. He liked that little path in the Force that bent around the shape of your being. It reached out to him- like what he’d imagine a loth-cat’s tail would be like wrapped around his soul. Not the insidious coaxing of Mother Talzin, or the durasteel-cold of Count Dookoo. And not the white-hot mass of rage that had pulsed from his brother. It was quieter. He could feel the fear that most beings did around him, but something just under that drew him in. He stayed with you more to sense it.

You noticed his thoughtful silence. Maybe some air would do him good. “Would you like to come to the markets with me?”

A silent stare. Not pointed, but not exactly welcoming either. He did, however, nod after a bit. After that first trip, he made it a habit- standing as soon as he saw you with your bags. He’d lift things too heavy for you and offer protection. Well, “offer” wasn’t quite the word. It was more that he’d stay at your side and chillingly glare at anyone who stared at you for more than 3 seconds. During one such trip, you saw a parent walking with their child. 

“Ever thought about it?” You cocked your head in their direction. He looked up at the sky, eyes less harsh than they used to be, but distant. Something…heavy came over him.

“I kill.”

“You killed. You can stop.”

His head darted down to you, expression asking.

I can?

He seemed surprised that he could be anything besides a monster. That left you with food for thought once you re-boarded.

After another unsuccessful meditation upon leaving your side, Savage stood. He looked to the corner of his area, where you’d left a costly lotion. What little rage he had mustered faded away, bringing clarity. It wasn’t that he’d been prevented from using his anger. It was that there was less anger in him to be used. Should he be worried about that?

He'd ignore it. He’d only wanted to be strong enough to fight alongside his brother. Dark power meant nothing if it could not bring him back. In any case, he felt too tired to tread that path any longer. There was another he wanted to wander down.

You worked around and with each other, settling into a routine over time. Savage served as your very-effective bodyguard and co-pilot, working the guns as needed. Your financial situation stabilized, and improved. So, it was time for a little treat.

“Ta-da!” You walked in with two boxes. “Gotcha some stuffed puffer pig.”

You sat in the opposite seat of the cockpit, passing him his food. If you hadn’t been so busy enjoying your algae crisps, you may have caught the surprise on his face, that melted into satisfaction as he ate with you.

As you took his box from him to throw it away, your shoulder brushed against his. A pleasant thrill caught him off-guard. He must have reacted outwardly, because you glanced at him.

“Everything ok?”

Catching your free hand, he guided it to his chest. Another floaty feeling. He leaned in and manoeuvred himself until you were nestled against his chest the way he’d seen others do. Unease, worry that you would break away. But despite that, every cell within him sang.  

“You could have just asked, Savage.”

And when you tightened the embrace, he became convinced there was power in you that the Jedi and Sith could only dream of. Something that somehow both weakened him and eased the tension from his body. You couldn’t respond to any of his questions when he asked, and he could tell you were being truthful about your lack of Force-sensitivity. He let it drop, content to experience the effect you had on him.

Yellow

Sometimes you’d brush fingertips. Other times, his hand fit itself in the small of your back. Others, he’d simply stand behind you, fascinated by the soft curves of your body against himself. You’d glance back, and…was that a smile on his face when you teased him? Even the way he moved was shifting. His predator’s stalk was slowing- stretching into a smooth, easy stride that often directed towards you. Something fond peeked through his once-impassive stare.

Once, as you sat in the cabin, he took one of your hands to the base of one of his horns. Under his guidance, your fingertips rubbed the flesh at the point where they started to jut out. His torso relaxed, and carefully- making a choice and surrendering to a wish- he laid on your thighs. You continued slowly, in awe of what this gesture was doing to him. When he looked at you, his eyes seemed to hold the beginnings of peace. You beamed.

He…could cause happiness? Savage could not for the life of him believe that he was the reason for those looks. He wanted to see them all the time. Was there more he could do? After cycles of deliberation, he approached. He reached forward, forward, but then stopped. Was this a mistake? What if you frowned or glared at him? His hearts squeezed. He couldn’t remember if, before this, his hands had ever trembled.

You took them halfway. Thumbs slid along bruised and cybernetic knuckles alike. Then, with all the gentleness in the galaxy, you stretched up and kissed his cheek. A gasp, and his eyes widened.

“I’ll take it slow.”

Over time, many more caressed his cheeks, forehead, nose and, eventually, his lips. Every time, he’d close his eyes, letting relief flow through his jaded body. His meditation sessions grew once more, but with the addition of this beautiful creature sound asleep in his lap. He felt himself smile when you were like that. It was no longer the Dark Side that fuelled him.

Days were spent stealing embraces while you worked. Fingers always lingered more than what was strictly necessary. During lazier times, you’d set the ship to autopilot while you relaxed in the cockpit. He’d have you snuggled against him, planting the occasional forehead kiss. And as you responded gently along his neck and shoulders, he’d hold you just a little closer.

Nights were spent on his bed, where scented oils were massaged into his aching muscles. Contented rumbles would fill the ship, and, with either tenderness or near-unbridled passion, he’d kiss every inch of you in gratitude. Instead of nightmares, peaceful blackness waited on him as he closed his eyes.

…o0o…

If there was anything you loved about him, it was how close he kept you. Be it the way his hand always found yours as you walked together, or the way his arms steadied you in your weakest moments. In your current position, his organic arm was wrapped around your torso as you laid on his chest. The cybernetic one had been taken off- something he did only when he was sure he could have a long, peaceful moment with you. And that he’d had- being able to rest after a successful delivery.

Harsh lines made up his face, but with a relaxed expression that softened you. Reaching out, you traced the path of the bridge of his nose, then across to his cheekbones, along his jaw…

His chest vibrated with a hum. You giggled at that, and the corner of his mouth turned up. Savage rolled over to straddle you. The pads of his fingers skimmed your wrist, and he left a tender kiss to your neck. As he pulled back, those eyes finally opened to the colour you saw most in recent times. The colour of the flowers you’d decorated his horns with after you’d raced through a field. That of the bracelets he’d given you as a declaration and a promise. That of the new sunrise of hope in your lives.

Beautiful, burning, heart-melting…

Gold

[bilightningwhumper]

Mangst 2024- Day 9

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Forever Prey (Red Riding Hood) Masterlist

“I kept imagining you’d come back, but you never did.”

Summary:

Sienna's ex-girlfriend from high school finds her unexpectedly at her father's bakery cafe. Potential spoiler excerpt from "Forever Prey"

Notes:

Not really any warnings for this one. Angst to hurt/comfort fluff. Characters: Rae- Huntsman Sienna- Red Riding Hood Director Wolf (mentioned)- Big Bad Wolf

Rae’s POV

“Sienna? Sienna Wood?”

Rae looked up to see a young woman around their age at the counter. Sienna seemed uneasy, but had her customer service smile intact.

“Hi, Jenny, it’s nice to see you again.”

Even from her table by the window Rae could hear the slight tremble in her partner’s voice.

“ ‘It’s nice to see you again?’ Really? You up and leave, no goodbye, nothing. Ghost me for the last ten years, break my heart in the process, and all you have to say is ‘nice to see you again’?”

This woman really had some nerve. They were in a cafe, for god’s sake. Sienna couldn’t leave the counter and just had to take this? Rae started to get up from her seat, fully ready to intervene. But she saw Sienna subtly raise her hand in her direction.

‘I can handle this.’

Reluctantly, she sat back down, keeping an eye on the two. She wasn’t the only one either. Rae spotted Sarah and Ron glancing at the two as Jenny ranted.

“Jenny, I know you’re upset. But can we talk about this later?”

“What, so you can just blow me off again?”

“No, because I’m at work and this is a conversation best left for more privacy than the counter of my father’s bakery.” Sienna looked at her watch. “I’m going to be on break in an hour if you have time to hang around. Or we can exchange numbers to talk when I’m off the clock.”

Jenny huffed, but thankfully stalked off to one of the free tables near Rae’s.

Sienna gave Rae a small smile before turning back to the next customer.

It was really nice to watch as Sienna continued about her day after that. Even with that woman staring daggers over her phone across the cafe. Rae made a mental note to plan something special for dinner. They wouldn’t be having their planned lunch date because of this. Plus, she was just really proud of Sienna for handling this so well. And it wasn’t going to be an easy conversation for her to have either.

And as expected, as soon as Sarah tagged Sienna off the register, Jenny got up, too.

Rae tilted her head at Sienna, but she just got a soft smile in return. She watched as Sienna motioned for Jenny to sit back down.

“This should be fine enough for privacy, if that’s aright with you.” she said, sitting in the opposite chair.

Jenny sat down again, crossing her arms and leaning back, still glaring. “So what excuse do you have for not even having the guts to dump me before disappearing?”

Sighing, Sienna fiddled with the sleeves of her sweater. “Are you familiar with the New Eden Institution?”

“What, the big facility that got shut down last year?” Jenny rolled her eyes. “Are you seriously trying to say that that’s where you’ve been all this time? You’re going to come up with some better bullshit excuse than that. The news said it was young adults, eighteen and older. We were fifteen, dumb-ass.”

Rae could tell Sienna was getting uncomfortable. She was biting her thumb, wincing at Jenny’s harsh language. But she wasn’t indicating she needed help, not yet.

Folding her hands and leaning forward, she spoke, “I was there.” Sienna’s voice was quiet, but clear. “After my nana died, my mother sent me to Hallow High. After I didn’t graduate there, they sent me to the Institution next.”

Jenny actually paused then. She seemed to consider Sienna’s words, a crack in the anger. “Wait… you’re serious?”

Slowly, Sienna rolled up her sleeve, showing her wrist to Jenny. Even from this short distance, the sight of her damaged soul-mark still pierced Rae’s heart like a knife.

It shocked Jenny too. Her face went pale, eyes darting from Sienna’s wrist to her face. “Fucking hell…” she whispered, barely audible. “Sienna, I… I’m sorry. After all these years… And I just… God.” She put her head in her hands, elbows leaning on the table.

Sienna laughed slightly, sadness in her eyes. “I don’t blame you for getting mad. Shoe on the other foot, I’d probably have been pissed too. If it was up to me, I would have said goodbye, if not in person, then at least over the phone. But my mother and stepdad didn’t even give me a chance before just shipping me away.”

The other woman didn’t say anything, didn’t move her hands from her face for a while.

Rae caught Sienna’s eyes, tilting her head again. She got a shrug in return this time, smile somewhat wobbly.

Then Jenny spoke again. “And you didn’t reach out afterword because I’d been so long?” she asked, moving her hands down to cross her arms on the table, still leaned forward instead of back.

Sienna nodded. “That and I had a lot of medical issues. The director, Adam Wolf, he’d, uh, he’d taken… special interest in me. He wasn’t a kind man, to say the least.”

“Ah,” It was understandable, seeing Jenny struggle with words. Anyone getting this information all at once would have a lot to take in. “But, you’re okay now?”

“I’m getting there. Knowing Director Wolf is behind bars with no chance of release helps. And having friends and my dad taking care of me since does too.”

Jenny nodded, rubbing her arm, running her hand through her hair. She didn’t seem to know what to do with herself, the anger gone. “ Your mark… You can’t find your soulmate anymore? I know even when we were together, that’s still something you wanted.”

Sienna let out a real laugh then, smiling brighter . “Yeah, turns out even with a broken bond, they couldn’t stop soulmates from finding each other. Mine was part of the investigation and the sister of one of my best friends I’d made at the Institution. Of course once we’d figured out about her personal connection to everything , they had to dismiss her from the case, but she stuck around to help in other ways. Volunteer work instead. Which is how we found each other. We together officially a couple months ago. ”

“Good.” Jenny relaxed, smiling softly. “I’m glad. Maybe we can, uh, get together sometime? Have a double date? I met someone in college and I think you’d get along. And I’d love to meet whoever makes you smile like that.”

Snorting, Sienna giggled, nodding her head towards Rae. “Well, she’s right over there if you want to meet her now.”

Rae couldn’t hold back a bemused smile as Jenny turned away, her face first pale then turning red as Rae gave her a small wave.

“Ah, uh,” She rubbed the back of her neck, wincing. “I take it you’ve been here this whole time?”

“Mhm.” Rae stood, walking over to stand beside Sienna, taking her hand. “This one didn’t want me interfering, and I trust her when she says she can handle herself.”

Jenny looked between them, eyebrows furrowed. “But you never said a word. If you’ve been here the whole time, how did you know?”

“Body language, subtle indicators. We figured out how to communicate without speaking a long time ago.” Rae said, rubbing Sienna’s back softly.

Sienna rested her head against Rae’s side, looking up at her while kissing her other hand.

Rae flushed slightly, feeling warm around her ears. Clearing her throat, she said, “Anyway, I’m alright with a double date, as long as everyone else is too. I’d love to hear any embarrassing stories you’d have to tell.”

Laughing as Sienna elbowed Rae, Jenny said, “ Yeah, I think I have a few.” She stood, holding out her hand to Rae. “It was nice to meet you, even briefly. I should probably go. My partner, Chloe, she, uh,” She coughed, turning red again. “I told her I was here and what I was doing. My phone is probably still getting her texts scolding me.”

“Good to know someone’s there to keep you in line.” Sienna teased as Rae shook Jenny’s hand.

“Ha ha,” Jenny said, then rubbed at her neck again. “It was good to see you again. Even if it was a rocky reunion on my part.”

Sienna got up, pulling Jenny into a hug, much to the other two’s surprise.

Hesitantly, after getting Rae’s small nod of approval, Jenny returned the hug.

“Leave your number with Rae. I’ll text you after work.” Sienna said, pulling away. “I promise you not to ghost you again.” Then she walked off back to the counter.

Watching her go, Jenny said, “Be honest,” She looked at Rae. “How bad was it? I saw other scars…”

Rae didn’t really know how to answer that. She’d left it to Sienna to talk about it in her own time. If she was honest, she knew she’d still only scratched the surface of what happened to Sienna, her brother, and everyone else. She ended up settling on, “It wasn’t good. Sienna doesn’t like to talk about it. Neither does my brother. And I don’t blame them.”

Jenny nodded. “I’m glad you found each other.” she said softly. “Even before all that, before Sienna disappeared… I’ve never seen her so happy.”

At a loss for a response again, Rae stayed silent as Jenny left the cafe. Seeing Sienna laugh at something Ron said, she knew even with everything, knowing this whole thing probably triggered some memories Sienna would struggle with later, she knew they’d be okay.

[ambrosiarose418]

honestly my friends are actually the most delusional people ever.

i love my friends but sometimes I just question their logic. One of my friends is a classic delulu girl who has crushes on literally everyone. she likes actors and actresses (she's pan), fictional characters (but like, THOSE fictional characters that EVERY delusional girl lusts after), and those huge jerks at school that she only likes because they look kind of conventionally attractive. she's unnecessarily flirty to everybody, turns everything into a pickup line in the most inappropriate of situations, has the dirtiest mind ever, and is constantly ranting about how hot these random book characters are. I love her--she's a distinct personality and an amazing and smart person, but being around her when she's in this state is frankly annoying. i dont like spending my time with someone whose logic can be so flawed. I'm fine with all the other stuff, usually, but the terrible timing of her jokes and crushes on people who have LITERALLY BULLIED ME...to say the least, it makes me uncomfortable.

she can be extremely insensitive at times. she doesn't mean to, she just can't read when something is sensitive. i suffer from mental health breakdowns/burnouts sometimes, and I just want a place in my group chat to rant, but she ALWAYS turns it into a joke.

Me: guys i'm just really tired of life and school and whatnot. scheduling and work is literally so hard and I'm SO DONE. i just want to die.

Her: lol same dude take me with you

an almost DIRECT QUOTE from a conversation we once had. i don't know if it's just her using humor as a coping mech and she has the same problems too--like maybe she's serious whenever she says "i want to die with you"--but I'd rather she just be upfront about it if thats the case. I know that's hard...but also, it makes it harder for me to express that i'm trying to be serious. that i actually need help. She can use humor as a way to cope, but does she really have to make it so it's harder for me to make help?

for the romance thing, it might just be because I'm demisexual that I don't understand the whole liking-someone-without-substance idea. it doesn't make sense in my eyes, but maybe that's just how allo people think? maybe people are actually just like that? from MY pov it looks lame, but obviously I could just have a really skewed perspective on romance-related matters, especially considering I spent most of my life believing I was straight and that everyone was just like me. we love ace panic! all jokes aside, though, i'd love for someone to please tell me if i'm the one seeing this weird or if everybody, or most allo people at least, have these kinds of nonsensical crushes and delusions.

sorry for the harsh words, by the way. as a disclaimer, I truly do love this friend. I think she's brilliant and smart, but some of these flaws just bother me when I'm around her. I have slight anger issues too, and I can't help but get annoyed by her often. I haven't had the heart or courage to tell her any of this, though I did tell one of my closer friends who has started to develop similar behaviors.

please feel free to give me advice, though its okay if you don't have anything. honestly this is mostly just a dump of things i'm too ashamed to put my group chat. :)

-ambrosia <3

[onyourhyuck]

Childish. | L.DH (M)

prologue- “Don’t tell me what to do!—” + “Make out with me.” + “Tell me what to do…”

tw- established relationship. Boyfriend!haechan. fluff. Romance. Bickering (but all in love and healthy) domestic haechan! Newly moved in couple. Haechan’s just a horny sunshine ball. He’s also annoying but wbk.

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There’s something all couples do and that is bicker, bickering could be bad and good, useless or useful. Perhaps even entertaining to some people.

To you and Donghyuck, bickering is a way for you showing your love to each other. Though not all the time, when he wants to banter out a small annoying sentences to rile you up, it’s mostly when you’re being silly.

But now you’re trying to be serious and Donghyuck is in such a silly goofy mood to really push on your buttons, just to get the reaction he wants; to see your knitting brows together, your eyes widen in anger and to watch your mouth rant at him. It physically makes him fall in love with you even more. And when you decide to cuss him out, it’s where he’s on his knees for you.

He has a thing for girls scolding him. He has a thing for you doing this.

“Donghyuck I’m being serious. Take the damn trash out.” You cross your hands together as you watch him standing there with a smirking gaze and pouty eyes watching you with absolute tease. “Don’t tell me what to do!” He spat and you roll your eyes.

To resolve into actually tricking him, you move forward and spoke back. There could be only one way to beat him at this game. Reverse psychology.

“Makeout with me. Right now.” You raise your eyebrows, demandingly telling in which Donghyuck’s eyes rose back from the dead, growing roses in his eyes with prickling thorns. God, he shall oblige. He shall delivery. He shall do as you say.

He’s down bad for you. It’s obvious, he loves showing it off too. He pauses pulling closer to you as his hands land on your waist. He softly leans you forward on his body. Your stomachs touching, as did your legs too.

“— tell me what to do..” He quickly responds. He changed his mind right away, you can’t help but think he’s such a little boy on the inside. Easily naive and deceived by you.

He hovers over your lips awaiting to kiss you. “Y’know we should take this to the bedroom.” He suddenly tells with an opening line. “Or perhaps here in the kitchen..?”

You squirm your eyes as you pull away with a slight scoff. “Yah, that would be unhygienic.”

“I mean…you are my favourite meal.. i think you deserve to be done in the kitchen.” He slurs following your body silhouette, like a predator. Now you’ve done it, he wants you. The way he looks at you, giving you those lustful eyes/- you can tell what he wants.

You reach over for the trash when Donghyuck was supposedly leaning in to kiss you. The wrenching smell of the trash made him back away as you pushed it in his chest.

The boy catches the trash and gags forward. “Y/n you tricked me!” He exclaims and you giggle.

“Get to work love, you’re on trash duty this week!”

Seriously when he moved in with you he wasn’t expecting to stick to chores— he’s already as messy at home when he lived with his parents. But it is what it is, he loves you and unfortunately for him he would do anything for you. Even the most disgusting things like taking the trash.

He is so childish, you thought to yourself. But your love for him is unbearable.

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@onyourhyuck please refer from translating copyrighting and plagiarising my work thank you. Reblog the fanfic and follow me for more updates it helps a girl out. <3

[xyaehir]

“I DON’T THINK MY BF LIKES YOU..” — D!CKZ

Pairing(s) : Diluc x Reader - Itto x Reader - Childe x Reader - Kaeya x Reader - Zhongli x Reader

Gen. : Fluff — Jealousy? Pft, no..

TW. : Possessive tendencies, slight yandere implications, swearing

W.C. : ..

[ Mast. List. ] -> Please don’t flop I tried

DILUC, who’s been glaring daggers at not only you but to the person sitting next to you as well, watches both of you chatting innocently. He doesn’t notice how hard nor long he’s been observing his movements. Neither does he notice how hard he’d been gripping the glass he’s supposed to be cleaning. If anybody was close enough, they could hear the faint cracking of the glass under DILUC’s vice grip. He listens attentively to every single syllable you utter as you carefully choose your words, especially while attempting to shoo this unknown man away gently. In the current situation with DILUC’s gaze flickering to you then the guy over again, you could only manage to whisper a few words in the guy’s ears to make him stumble out of the tavern.

“ I don’t think the bartender here enjoys your presence, ” You hushed into the guy’s ear. He, upon noticing DILUC’s unrelenting glare, mutters a short apology before rushing out of the tavern with no hesitation. It was best of said guy to think that was his first and only warning.

With a sour smile, ITTO reluctantly introduces you to one of his old ‘friends’. Upon hearing his friends’ name, you pursed your lips into a small smile however, it looked unnatural. This must be the guy your boyfriend couldn’t stand, huh? Countless times had ITTO ranted to you about this guy. He was mischievous in every horrible way possible. You probably guessed that very few people like him, a no brainer really. How would anyone like this guy if even your boyfriend, the most friendliest and welcoming guy you’ve ever met, doesn’t? In an instant, this guy’s lips curved into a scheming little smirk as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and talked to you casually. A very bad move to make on someone you’d just met. No manners?

It unfortunately and obviously made you uncomfortable however you just kept forcing a nervous grin. The longer this guy talked, the more ITTO felt annoyed and ignored. His bright, fake or not, expression turned into a tired deadpan as he trailed behind both of you. You could feel his intense gaze on your back, making the situation worse. Naturally, you decided to stop this guys’ nonsense. You leaned to his ear and whispered softly, “ I hope you know I’m taken ‘cause my boyfriend seems to dislike you. ” You shrug his arm off of your shoulder. The guy merely shrugs and walks away. ITTO’s serious expression and hard eyes following his every move as he snatches your hand away and drags you somewhere else.

You weren’t really sure how you got into this situation. The Balladeer, Scaramouche, flirting with you. You got suspicious of his intentions. Why would he, a high ranking harbringer, flirt with the 11th’s s/o? Unless, he’s doing this on purpose to anger the ginger. Indeed he was, but both you and CHILDE weren’t aware. And so here Scaramouche is, shamelessly hitting on you. He laughs to himself when he manages to get a reaction from you from one of his corny pick-up lines. CHILDE, pouting originally, watched with a grimace. If he could, he would definitely challenge the short man to a battle despite the fact that he was undeniably weaker.

“ Perhaps you should quit this. He doesn’t seem to like you, ” You mumble loud enough for only Scaramouche to hear. He spares a gaze at CHILDE’s slumped over figure before his eyes flickered to your nervous face. He smirks slightly but it fades into mock surprise. He apologises and backs away. When out of both persons line of sight, he smirks, celebrating internally at how his plan worked. Meanwhile, CHILDE cages you in his arms and chats avidly, pretending nothing had just happened.

KAEYA holds his wine glass in his hands and watches the dark liquid swirl in his hold. He mentally sighs at the feeling of boredom overtaking his mood. How he wished he could go over to your guy friend and tell him that you’re his and his alone. Though that impulsive decision would make your relationship public and he doesn’t want to risk your privacy and safety. Little did he know, you’d already told your guy friend and reminded him not to get too friendly. Yet here he is, hugging your arm close to his chest and his flushed face mere inches away from yours. KAEYA could only watch from afar reluctantly, yet curious to see what you’d do. He’d help if he could but in public, you two barely interacted with each other. And to see the Calvary Captain defending you from nowhere would certainly leave some curious and speculating.

Diluc watches his brother from behind the counter with an unamused expression. KAEYA think he’s telling him how pathetic he is with that sassy gaze. You clicked your tongue, annoyed by your friends’ obnoxious antics. “ Listen, its pretty obvious to anyone but you that my boyfriend doesn’t really enjoy me or him being around you, ” You spat. You could practically hear his heart cracking from your bluntness. Though you didn’t care, head pounding at his screechy voice. You could tell the brothers, a few feet away, were getting annoyed of his voice too. KAEYA watches Diluc, whose right eye twitches, throw that bitch out while snickering with your arms wrapped around his torso.

The usually patient ZHONGLI would handle situations with utmost maturity. Especially when someone would go up to either of you and flirt. However, today was different. There was this girl who had walked up to you and started shamelessly flirting and asking you out. You shook your head and shot her a nervous smile but she persisted. At this point ZHONGLI was getting impatient and annoyed. He had tried three times to confront her and kindly tell her that you were taken yet she’d brushed him off as if he was nothing but a mere dust particle riding on the breeze.

He heaves an exasperated yet quiet sigh and gives you a pitiful look, to which you returned. ZHONGLI’s icy glare was so hard you felt sorry for the girl who it was targeted at while she tried to ignore a gaze boring holes through her head. You gulped, catching his amber eyes glinting in annoyance. “ I don’t think my partner here likes you. Why don’t we talk about this some other time? ” You dryly chuckled. The girl nodded and side-eyed ZHONGLI, scoffing and finally walking away. Attitude much?

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Hi love :) if your requests are open, i would like to ask for an eddie smut. maybe reader is riding him in an empty classroom and she's being too loud so eddie puts his fingers in her mouth?

Ooo this seems fun! Thank you for sending in a request! I hope this is what you had in mind :)

Mine- [eddie munson]

warnings: eddie x f!reader smut, jealousy, rough sex, talks of objectification, possessiveness, riding, slight choking/gagging (per request), unprotected sex, slight exhibitionism.

If Eddie was universally known for two things, it was his impatience and his quickness to anger. No matter what social group he had standing in and no matter who you asked, they knew how easy it was to rile Eddie up. The freshman in Hellfire were terrified of setting him off, and always came to you nearly in tears if they needed to postpone a DnD night or if they think they pushed his buttons too hard when rebelling against a campaign and were seeking some mercy.

Those who didn’t like Eddie, like the basketball and football teams, used these traits to their advantage. The use of certain words, phrases, even looks, could get him going. Today it was “freak”. That word always dug under Eddie’s skin, and you were always the one to hear about it.

“Stupid fucking meatheads,” he ranted, pulling you along the mostly empty 3rd floor hallways by your wrist.

“Eds,” you always treaded lightly when he was like this, which was pretty often these days. Nobody was taking it easy on him as graduation approached and Eddie’s likelihood of finalizing his time at Hawkins was teetering on one last grade.

“They’re only doing this to get a reaction out of you,” you lightly explained. “I don’t know why you give them what they want.”

“Hard not to when they go after you.” Today Patrick’s exact words had been “It’s like beauty and the freak” directed at the both of you. It was so simple and tbh a pretty juvenile comment. It wasn’t that creative, or in your opinion, even as hurtful as what he was used to.

Perhaps it had been the fact that they had mentioned you in their taunts this time that he was so riled up. Normally, he just responded by making a big scene or embarrassing them back.

“They have no right to even look in your fucking direction,” he seethed, answering your previous thoughts as he pulled you into an empty classroom and slammed the door shut.

In an instant, his lips were on your neck and his hands were everywhere. They went from your tits to your ass, your stomach to your thighs, your neck to your hair, your arms to your back.

“They stare at you like you’re a fucking piece of meat,” Eddie grunted into your neck, roughly kissing every spot he knew of. “Like you belong to them and not me. Like they’d ever have a chance with you.”

Your hands found solace in his hair and you succumbed to his force. knowing that this was just him being jealous and protective over you- two things you typically would never complain about.

“Eddie,” you moaned, wrapping your body around his and letting him take his frustrations out on you. “M’ all yours.”

You knew that was what he needed to hear as a moan left his lips, his hands becoming less aggressive and more needy.

“All fucking mine.” He quickly bit your neck, illiciting a squeal from you, before going to tear off your shirt.

“Eddie!” you protested, wrapping your arms across your chest as if it preserved some modesty and looking behind you at the locked door. “What if someone comes in?”

“No bra.” He didn’t bother to answer your concerns. “It’s like you fucking wanted me to fuck you here today.”

“Eddieee,” you whined again, pulling his head back from its attack on your breasts. “I’m serious! We can’t get caught! You’re so close to graduating.”

“Nobody comes up here,” he pleaded, groping your bra-covered breasts in each of his hands. “Just be quiet for me, princess.”

The pleading look in his eyes told you that he needed this. He needed to feel you, to know that you were only his.

“God, Eddie, you’re gonna be the death of me someday,” was your way of telling him that this was okay and you wanted it too.

“You love it,” he smashed his lips against yours and flipped up your skirt, kneading your ass in his ring-covered fingers.

“We need to make it quick,” you hurried out, pushing him back against one of the desks and returning your hands to his hair and your lips to his.

The kiss was all tongue and spit and teeth, both of you craving all of each other and knowing there wasn’t much time for you to do so.

“I fucking love you,” he panted, undoing his belt and pulling his jeans and boxers down to just his lower thighs.

This was going to be a quick, hard fuck, and you could tell by the way he skipped his favorite steps (which included teasing you until you cried).

He helped you shimmy your panties down your legs, letting you step out of them and quickly pocketing them with a wink. You made a mental note to call him a perv later.

“Get on top of me baby, please.” You obeyed and put your thighs on either side of his, straddling him. His arms wrapped around your waist and back, holding you close to him and supporting you on the minuscule surface you were working with.

Although you would have loved to take your time with him and really show him that you were his and he was yours, you knew you had to make do with the ~10 minutes or so that you had until 7th period started and this classroom would start to fill with sophomores and their Shakespeare textbooks.

You reached down between the two of you and lined up his dick with your entrance, not bothering to prepare yourself for the stretch of his cock.

You sank down on him with a hiss, digging your nails into his shoulders for support and letting out a slight whimper as you felt his cock begin to stretch open your walls.

Eddie was particularly big, the biggest you’d ever been with, and normally he compensates by working you up, making you come a few times, and stretching you out with his fingers or toys a bit before he dared to attempt to fuck you.

“Shhh,” he whispered against your ear, rubbing his fingers through your hair and up and down your upper back, trying his best to soothe you through the initial pain and also control himself from fucking you silly.

“I know love,” his voice was gentle but strained as he stopped himself from thrusting up into you. “You gotta be quiet for me baby.”

You nodded meekly against his neck and slowly rose up his length, working yourself through the stretch. You bounced ever so slightly, and Eddie’s fingertips pressed hard into your hips at the agonizing pace. No doubt there would be bruises in the morning.

Your whimpers of pain quickly subsided and transformed into gasps and moans, livening your pace as you began to get used to his size.

“Baby,” he scolded you, his voice barely above a whisper. “I told you to be quiet. You want people walking in on you bouncing on my cock?”

You shook your head and pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, hoping that would suffice to keep your noises of pleasure inside.

Eddie’s hands roughly gripped your ass and began to fuck you against him hard in an act of possessiveness.

“You wouldn’t want people seeing the beauty fucking the freak in a classroom, would you?” He taunted you with the same words that Patrick taunted him with earlier, a moan escaping from your attempts to silence it at his words.

“Shh,” he reminded you, a knowing smirk on his face. He knew what his dirty talk did to you in bed, this wasn’t fair.

“If you can’t manage to be quiet on your own, I’ll figure something out myself.” He continued to fuck you at a rough pace, and your fingers left crescents in his shoulder blades as you hung on for dear life, your forehead inches from his own.

“I love the way my pussy feels,” he remarked as he continued to stretch you out, the pain and pleasure combining into a feeling that was close to nirvana. “You’re mine.”

You nodded and he grabbed a hold of your jaw, making you face him and look him in the eye. “Say it,” he pleaded, hints of insecurity under his dominance.

“M’ yours,” you gasped out, trying to keep up with brutal pace he had set for you. “All yours Eddie. Nobody else- fuck! - Nobody else gets to see me like this.”

That seemed to satisfy him mentally, although physically he just picked up the pace of his thrusts. He was slamming you against him at this point, and you all but screamed as the tip of his cock brushed the bottom of your cervix.

“What’d I tell you about being quiet,” he growled, removing one of his hands from its iron grip on your ass.

“Just shut you up myself,” he muttered, shoving two of his fingers into your mouth without warning.

You gagged around the sudden intrusion, feeling your high begin to build at his roughness. It was rare that you got to see him this dominant. Usually he was in charge, but he was all sweet kisses and “is this okay?”s with you.

It was only when someone suggested that you were anything but completely and utterly his that he showed this jealous, possessive, animalistic side. You loved it.

“Mmmph,” you moaned around his fingers, sucking them into his mouth and accepting his version of a gag as he chased his high.

“Good fucking girl, taking my fingers so well. That’ll shut you up.” The wavering in his voice told you he was close, but the clock still said you had 4 more minutes left. If you knew Eddie, he’d hold his orgasm off and fuck you like this as long as he could.

“Fuck baby, this pussy is so tight for me. Fits me like a glove. You were made for me.”

You nodded in agreement, humming around his fingers and sucking them further into the back of your throat.

He was fucking you at an almost cruel pace, just barely missing your cervix with each thrust.

The hand not in your mouth worked it’s way up to your throat and slightly squeezed, reminding you of his dominance and frustration.

“So good for me,” he tsked as you accepted his hand around your neck with ease, closing your eyes in sheer pleasure as your breath was almost cut off completely. “My dirty fucking girl. Come on my cock baby. You own it, come on it.”

His words sent you over the edge and you bit his fingers harshly to keep your scream from finding its way out, your body shaking and thrashing as he continued his brutal thrusts.

“Right behind you baby,” he rushed out, losing his tempo and becoming sloppy in rhythm, the feeling of your pussy clenching around his cock driving him insane.

“Fuck,” he bit your shoulder as his own orgasm rushed out, holding on to your throat tightly and painting your insides white with his cum.

He loosened his grip from your neck and pulled his fingers from your mouth, shooting you a meek ‘i’m sorry’ smile.

“Sorry about your neck baby,” he gently rubbed the slightly red marks he left around your throat apologetically. You would tell your peers you had an allergic reaction to the new laundry detergent you washed your shirt with if anybody asked.

“It’s okay,” you smiled up at him, taking in the moment for just a moment while you still could.

You reached for your shirt and slipped it back on, tucking it neatly back into your skirt and smoothing down your hair, trying your best to look like you hadn’t just been fucked dumb moments ago.

Eddie didn’t bother-in fact, he hoped someone would notice that he looked absolutely sex-crazed and would connect that you two fucked. Maybe that would show people to not include you in their tauntings of him anymore.

The bell rang, signalling that the room you two fucked in would soon flood with students and you made your way to the door.

“Hey,” Eddie stopped you, gently grabbing your wrist. “I love you.”

Your insides melted to goo and a dopey smile made its way across your face. You’d never get tired of hearing that.

“I love you too, Eddie.”

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Distraction

Pairing: Johnny Silverhand x female!V

Summary: Johnny distracts V the best way he knows how.

Words: 3.1k

Warnings: language, smut (oral + rough sex, choking)

A/N: Please don’t mind the weak plot, this was just an excuse to write p*rn featuring the only character I want to romance in the game but can’t. Also, for the sake of this fic, let’s just say he can touch V and vice versa :)) Hope you enjoy!

V was pissed.

No, she was beyond pissed.

And when V’s beyond pissed, she’s sure to let the whole fucking world know.

“Tone it down, princess,” Johnny cuts in once he’s heard enough of her long-winded rant.

V stops her relentless pacing around the apartment and shoots a menacing glare towards the rocker.

“I warned you not to take that job from the start. Now, look at you, bruised up from head to toe, and cheated out of your eddies.”

“That son of a bitch promised me half the cut,” V recalls bitterly, her chest heaving from the fierce anger spreading all throughout. “I’m gonna make sure Cruz regrets asking me for help.”

The merc stalks off to her stash, muttering low under her breath how she plans on raising hell the next time she crosses paths with him. As V polishes her guns (something she typically does to calm herself), Johnny approaches the small room to the side with the same cocky attitude that would surely piss her off even more.

He can’t help himself at times; he sure does love pushing V’s buttons.

“You done whining or what?”

Rolling her eyes, V turns her head to see Johnny standing there as he takes a drag on his cigarette. Normally, she doesn’t mind him smoking around her, but after an exhausting night where things didn’t work out in her favor, she was quickly reaching her boiling point. “You better clean up all that ash on the floor when you’re done.”

“Since when did you start caring about this shithole of an apartment being neat?” Johnny comments, more so as a tease, and this earns him another scowl. “Don’t waste your energy on Cruz. He’ll get what’s coming to him.”

“Didn’t know you believed in karma,” V adds, narrowing her eyes.

Devilishly, he smirks at her, tossing the cigarette butt to the floor then crushing it with his shoe. “Hon, there’s a lot of things you still don’t know about me.”

“Yeah,” she agrees before brushing past Johnny. “I’m heading out.”

His figure glitches momentarily, reminding V that he was nothing but a ghost residing in her mind, despite how real he feels. Even if she wants to leave this “shithole of an apartment” for some semblance of peace and quiet, she knows Johnny will only follow. He’s tethered to her for what could possibly be the rest of her life.

And yet, no matter how big of an asshole Silverhand was, she’s grown fond of his presence.

Not that she would mention it out loud. Ever.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Out,” V simply states, wondering what the point in Johnny asking her that question when he could easily find it out for himself was.

It’s truly unfair how he can read her thoughts, but she can’t read any of his.

He chuckles low. “Gon’ pay a joy toy to fuck tonight?”

“No, I’m going out for a drive, distract myself from that shitshow earlier. You better leave me alone.”

“Well, I’m a little insulted,” Johnny snorts, feigning offense. “I thought you liked my company.”

“I’m tired of your company. You never shut that mouth of yours.”

Before V could head to the door, she feels a metal hand encircling her wrist, holding her in place. She glances behind her, meeting Johnny’s deep, dark eyes, which hid a multitude of secrets. It’s been a while since she has felt a touch that wasn’t full of malice. Though his palm is cold from the material it’s made out of, a distinct heat spreads through her body—

It was a familiar warmth, one that radiates from V at his mere touch.

And when Johnny’s lips curl into a shit-eating grin, she knows that he has sensed it too.

“Shut my mouth? I think I can do something else much better than that.”

Johnny’s gravelly voice fuels the desire burning deep within V as he pulls her closer, her feet moving at their own accord. “God, I wish you came with an off-switch.”

“Don’t pretend you’re not enjoying this little game we’ve been playing.”

V doesn’t respond, her pulse quickening with anticipation. She lets out a shuddering moan when Johnny leans in, his hot breath grazing her silky skin before his lips crash against hers, possessively. He floods V’s senses all at once as he hungrily kisses her, letting him take the reins.

It would be a lie for V to say she’s never pictured a moment like this. A moment where she finally succumbs to Johnny’s charm and allows him to lay claim on her. It’s always been a constant dance between the two, a chemistry disguised as indifference, a craving left unspoken. Amidst the degrading insults and the snarky attitudes, deep down, they have always wanted the same thing—

To fuck each other’s brains out.

“Still tired of my company, V?”

“Just shut the fuck up for once and take off your pants.”

The grin on his face hasn’t disappeared. It only grows broader. “Ask, and you shall receive.”

Johnny roughly grabs V at the waist, his fingers curling underneath the hem of her shirt as he pushes her towards the bed. His mouth latches onto her neck, no doubt marking her for all of Night City to see.

They fell onto the mattress without finesse, similar to how V kisses Johnny feverishly, all tongue and teeth. Void of tenderness and only driven by the urgency of lust. She was too distracted by her want to care for the taste of tobacco from his last smoke. The hands traveling every inch of V’s frame lights up a fire in her, bringing a high that no drug on the black market could ever do.

Surprisingly, Johnny allows her to take the lead for a bit when she straddles him, his hardening cock pressing up against her aching cunt. She gages his reaction as she grinds on his clothed erection, a wicked smile forming to the sight of him being teased.

“You like that, huh? Fuck, I can’t wait to have you inside of me.” She feels herself growing wetter and wetter, losing patience just as swiftly as the man under her.

Without warning, Johnny flips them both over, the length of his body now pressed against hers from above. He wastes no time peeling V’s shirt and bra off, pausing for the briefest of seconds to admire her bare breasts. His cybernetic hand squeezes one soft mound as his lips descend on the other. She moans, and they were pure music to his ears, sounds that were so beautiful he could write endless songs about them.

“J-Johnny,” V stutters out his name, unable to contain herself anymore. She doesn’t remember the last time someone has quickly reduced her into a mess, and desperately she wanted, needed more.

The way his name trembles from her mouth drives Johnny into a frenzy, simpering at the fact he really hasn’t done much yet, but it was enough to leave V quivering. She looks too sinful beneath Johnny, too delectable. He’s well-aware of how long she’s gone without sex, and he’s now bent on ending that sad streak of hers.

Hastily, Johnny removes V’s pants and underwear in one quick go, his gaze devouring her beauty like a starved man staring at his meal. “Wow, you’re fucking drenched down there.”

“Fuck,” she gasps, one hand reaching forward to grip at his lengthy locks as soon as he delves in to taste her dripping nectar for the first time.

“You enjoying yourself there, baby?” Johnny’s inquiry needs no response. He could already tell she is solely by the way her eyes flutter shut, her head lolling to the side.

One lick. Two licks. Three. He surely knew how to work that deft tongue of his.

Johnny’s cock continues to throb in the confines of his trousers as his lips encircle V’s swollen bud, but he doesn’t end there. She wants more, and he’s willing to give her just that.

More.

V squirms when two chrome fingers enter her heat, stretching out her walls to prepare her for the serious pounding coming up. She’s lost in the sensations, unable to form a coherent thought or word. Johnny’s tempo was slow at first; tantalizing, nearly torturous. But once he starts moving faster, pumping even harder and reaching that sweet, sweet spot of hers, she begins to pant wildly as she fucks herself on his hand to get more friction.

“Holy shit, you’re a goddess,” he croaks after pulling back to study the needy woman looking back at him through half-lidded eyes. V is tight around his fingers, and he could only imagine how it would be like with his cock buried deep inside her instead.

Each rough stroke of Johnny’s digits against her wet walls brought V closer and closer to the brink of orgasm, her moans increasing in both volume and frequency. He urges her to let go, whispering into her ear how he wants to see and feel her coming. The gruffness in his tone turned her on even more, and V soon finds herself falling over the precipice, flushing hot with euphoria as Johnny watches, awestruck.

Satisfied, he beams at his work, which was only half of what he intends to do this evening. Being gracious, Johnny gives V an ample minute to recover, using the downtime to wipe the glistening wetness coating his beard before tasting the juices he’s collected.

Delicious, he thinks. She tastes as good as she looks.

V eventually comes back to her senses, propping herself up on her elbows as she gazes at Johnny with an almost dazed expression. “Perhaps the rumors are actually true.”

“Which one?” Silverhand asks, ridding himself of his clothes at the foot of her bed.

V pauses prior to answering, the sound of metal clinking filling the air as he unbuckles his belt, stripping off his leather pants afterwards.

“That you’re the best pussy eater in town,” she then reveals, glancing up briefly to see the smug look on his face before her gaze falls to his groin again.

Of course, Johnny chooses to go commando, and no, she wasn’t shocked at all.  

Silently, she marvels at the dick nestled in a thick bush of dark hair. Girthy and long with a slight curve upwards, the thought of it being inside her, barely fitting, made her mouth water. He wasn’t lying when he casually mentioned having an impressive cock.

It definitely did not disappoint.

“Oh sweetheart, that was nothing,” Johnny declares before climbing back on top of V, settling in between her legs. “The main act is just beginning.”

She doesn’t wait for Johnny to kiss her. In an instant, V’s lips were on his, her tongue pushing into his mouth, faintly tasting herself at the same time. Meanwhile, Johnny grips the base of his leaking cock, rubbing its engorged head against her slick folds that had her breathing heavily. V cants her hips impatiently, and through their kiss, he chuckles at her eagerness.

“So desperate for my cock, aren’t you?” Johnny husks mockingly. “How badly do you want me, slut? I wanna hear you say it.”

A moan escapes her throat at his words as he rubs his tip against her clit. V wants him so, so bad that she’s begging incessantly, something she never does in any of her past fucks. Usually, she was in complete control, never the one to relinquish her power.

Maybe that was the reason why V was utterly drunk with pleasure from this steamy session with Johnny. It’s good not to be in control for once.

“Shit, Johnny. Please, just fuck me already. Fill me up,” V pleads, now helpless at this point. She has to come again, this time around his cock. She repeats her keening over and over again, hoping that it was enough to feed into Johnny’s ego and finally show her mercy.

“Well, since you asked so nicely…”

Tugging at his cock, Johnny forces V’s legs to spread wider as she waits for him, mesmerized. Her pussy was soaked from his ministrations, but when he starts pushing into V, the burning stretch of her walls trying to accommodate his thick length leaves her in tears.

Those tears, however, weren’t entirely from the pain. V was also shedding tears because of how full Johnny makes her feel.

“Fucking hell, V,” he groans as she clamps down on him. “You’re so fucking tight. Damn, why didn’t we do this sooner?”

“We were too busy pretending to hate each other,” V replies, digging her nails into Johnny’s back when he begins to move.

His thrusts are slow but rough— as if he’s getting accustomed to the wondrous feeling of being inside of V. It doesn’t last long, though. Johnny has always been a hard and fast kind of guy, the one that does two or three more rounds before passing out. He’s bragged about his amazing stamina as well, and despite V believing she could match it, she probably won’t be able to tonight.

Not when he’s fucking her into the mattress like this for their very first time together.

Johnny’s brutal pace doesn’t falter. He pounds into V harder, faster, rougher; as if his life depends on it, the obscene sounds of flesh slapping against flesh bouncing off every corner of the room. His slick pre-come mixes with her honeyed essence, allowing him to seamlessly reach the depths of her center. Sweat drips down the side of his face as he maneuvers his mechanical hand to wrap around V’s delicate neck, adding pressure when she doesn’t resist.

“That’s it, baby,” Johnny growls next to her ear, rolling his hips as he squeezes her throat tighter. “You’re making me feel so good. I’ve always known you were a dirty whore.”

V’s gasping and thrashing, but she doesn’t want him to stop. She loves the rush of blood through her head far too much, especially with Johnny slamming harshly into her. It gives her a thrill she has never experienced with anyone else. Pretty sure he’s ruining her for others.

But whether this was part of his intentions or not, V doesn’t know. Nor she cares enough to figure it out.

“Fuck, you’re such a good girl for me, V. Look at you, taking all of my cock like the fucking slut you are. You’ve wanted this for a while, haven’t you? You practically dream about me every night, and don’t you deny it.”

She doesn’t. Johnny was right, though it doesn’t really matter at this very second. His hold on V loosens for her to speak, and she inhales as much air her lungs could possibly take. She could feel it again, the ultimate high she’s been chasing once more. Johnny’s shaft dragging against her pulsing walls brings her even closer to it, building up the pleasure rising in the pit of her stomach.

“I-I’m close,” V warns, the pressure inside her threatening to break free. “Shit, Johnny, I’m gonna come soon.”

Johnny’s hips jerked harder, causing V to cry out. “Yeah? You’re gonna come? Don’t worry, I’m gonna make sure you come on my cock.”

Halting, he drapes her left leg over his shoulder, allowing him to slide in deeper than he has before. Johnny then pushes his metallic thumb into V’s mouth, and without prompt, she swirls her tongue around it, coating it with her saliva. Not missing a beat, his movement resumes, all bruising and all punishing. He brings his wetted finger on her sensitive pearl, stroking it as if he’s playing his guitar on stage.

The change in angle proves to be the final straw for V, who’s litany of high-pitch moans spurs Johnny to fuck her even more forcefully. Again and again, she takes everything he gives her, and in turn, she encourages him to follow her into the abyss. Her pussy caresses his cock with every frantic push and pull, and she notices how he’s gradually picking up speed, losing his rhythm in the process.

“Your cunt belongs to mine now,” Johnny mutters, gritting his teeth, and it’s becoming clear to V that he’s holding back just for her. “Come on, V. Let go, let go for me.”

Lust-blown eyes lock with V’s own, wordlessly urging her one last time to come undone. Several sharp thrusts later, she finds herself clenching around Johnny’s cock, her orgasm shooting through her like a rain of bullets. Unabashedly, V shouts as her vision whitens, intense waves of ecstasy washing over her shaking body. She’s too absorbed in bliss to realize right away that Johnny was still in her, dick hard and ready for a similar release.

Once she finds her bearings, V grinds her hips against Johnny’s, and immediately, his nails dig into her as he begins to move inside her yet again.

“Don’t stop, Johnny,” she purrs, watching him fuck her with both fast and long strokes. “I want you to cum deep inside me, baby. Shit, I want it so badly. Please, give it to me. Please…”

With a strained moan, Johnny suddenly climaxes, snarling as he shoots searing ropes of his thick, creamy cum into V, painting her inner walls with white. His features contort with pleasure as he throws his head back, his breathing shallow and ragged. When his heart rate returns somewhat back to normal, he slowly pulls his softening cock out, smirking at the sight of his load dripping out of her.

Afterwards, he flops down beside V with a huff, joining her as she stares blankly up at the ceiling. Johnny clears his throat as he shifts closer to V, who instinctively rests her head on his chest. His cyber arm curls around her, and she sighs deeply, seemingly content.

“How about that for a fucking distraction?” He says, recalling how the two of them got here in the place. “Don’t even have to go on a ride to clear your mind. Feel free to ride me instead.”

V laughs at his jest. “It was a great fuck, the best one I’ve ever had if I’m honest. But I’m still going after Cruz.”

Johnny hums in response, seeing V’s weary eyes growing heavier. “Fine, but just to let you know, what happened between us isn’t a one-time thing.”

“Fuck, I hope not. You’re stuck with me till the end of the world, buddy.”

“It’s a good thing you have an amazing pussy then.”

V smacks him lightly as exhaustion begins to take over. Sure, she was still pissed she didn’t get her eddies, but at least now she knows the prick named Johnny Silverhand was surprisingly a cuddler.

And that piece of information was worth gold.

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[thefanficmonster]

Rumors

Corpse Husband x Bimbo!Reader (Female)

Warnings: Mentions of Slut Shaming, Swearing

Genre: Fluff, Tiniest bit of Angst, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: When some rumors start floating around, every content creator does their best to either ignore them or defuse the situation. However, sometimes, the fans attempt to do the defusing themselves which only leads to a worse disaster. That’s the case for Corpse whose fans were quick to jump to his protection of some ‘false’ rumors.

Requested by Anon. Hi dear! Thank you so much for your request, it was a joy to write. I’m sorry for how long it has taken me to complete and post the fic but here it finally is and I hope you enjoy reading it at least half as much as I enjoyed writing it! Love, Vy ❤

Corpse cracks his knuckles, then his shoulders, then his collarbone, then the his neck. He clenches his jaw as he breathes steadily and rhythmically, trying to control an overwhelming wave of anger that he has never felt before. This is a situation he’s never had to deal with nor did he ever think he’d have to deal with and address on a fucking livestream on top of all, but here he is now, doing his best to count to ten and not go on a Twitter responding spree, calling people out on their bullshit. He wanted to do so, he still wants to, but he was stopped in his intentions and brought to a calm mindset where he was swayed into dealing with this the civil way and not by roasting the fuck out of any and every foul-mouthed person he’s seen on his Twitter timeline.

He can’t really guarantee and civility during the stream either, he’s aware his tolerance is as thin as a stretched out, old rubber band and is a slight tug away from snapping and allowing him to unleash hell on these people because of who he’s been seeing red these past few days. 

Let’s not risk a misunderstanding here - Corpse absolutely loves and adores his fans, but seeing this behavior from them is quite upsetting and disappointing. When he uses the terms like ‘assholes’, ‘jerks’ and ‘rude motherfuckers’ he isn’t referring to them. He knows they are good people, but are using the completely wrong tactic of defending him, not to mention he doesn’t even need defending. Even if he did, he’s more than capable of doing it on his own and not getting other people involved.

“Hello everyone, hope you’re doing well.“ He finally settles on saying, officially kicking off the stream. If there’s any indicator of the serious nature of this stream, it’s probably the lack of lo-fi and the lack of even attempted playfulness and cheeriness in his voice. That’s how you know shit isn’t to be messed around about. “I just realized I didn’t specify what I’ll be doing in the Tweet, but I’ll tell you now, so those who aren’t interested in the subject or want to steer clear of the drama can leave. However, I wouldn’t advise clicking off considering this will be an overall, how do I say this, rant, of sorts? It’s meant to knock some sense in the people who have been spreading hate for a specific person on all social media platforms she’s active on.“

The majority of the viewers are already familiar with the subject, some even guilty of spreading the hate Corpse mentioned, but there are a few that are completely clueless - the ones actually not interested in online drama, not just saying they ‘hate drama’. With those people in mind, Corpse takes to addressing the issue from its very beginning.

“So, for a month now, me and this streamer, who’s also a TikTok star, by the name of Y/N have been interacting a lot on social media. She’s an incredibly sweet girl that a lot of people have prejudice towards. She’s very misjudged and misunderstood because people see he solely as her content, if that makes sense. They only know she’s that streamer who wears revealing clothes on her streams and posts risqué pictures on her Instagram. Like, no.“ Corpse cannot even fully believe he has to address this and that slut-shaming people is still a thing in the twenty-first century. He closes his eyes for a moment, fist tightening and his knuckles turning white, “I don’t understand how so many people can be so shallow and just plain jerks towards her in general, but then again - this is especially for my fans, the members of my fandom - I don’t understand the need you guys feel to put Y/N down to defend me from some ridiculous rumors as if it’s the first time I’ve had to deal with people talking shit for attention or to get someone canceled.“ He sighs, reminding himself to slow his roll as to not confuse any viewers who still don’t know the full story, “Anyway, back to the timeline of events. So, considering we’ve never interacted before, all the replying to comments, retweeting, liking posts and whatever sparked some dating rumors. Isn’t that just fucking hilarious - you see two people interacting on social media and the first thing that comes to mind is that they’re in a romantic relationship. Where did the friendship go? Does no one value or consider friendships to be a valid type of human relation anymore?“ He runs a hand through his hair, making another pause to clear his mind and prevent his frustration from overflowing. He promised he wouldn’t lose his cool and would remain calm and collected, but the more he talks about it the tighter he clenches his fist and the faster his heartrate is. His neck and ears are red from the tension he feels all over, almost like he’s physically restraining a raging wild animal and not just his own thoughts and emotions.

There’s layers to his anger, the lower ones - aka the ones he’s yet to get to - will be a nightmarish test of his self-control, he already knows it. Judging by how much of a toll this rant has already taken on him, his patience and control growing thinner and thinner, he’s not sure how he’ll power through the last layers without his voice raising awfully high in volume and his fists searching for some object to punch. To an ignorant eye, his reaction would seem exaggerated and overboard, but little does that ignorant eye know...

“When some of my fans saw those rumors, they reacted very badly. It was quite disappointing to see. Guys, I appreciate you standing up for me even though you shouldn’t do that - I can defend myself, not that this was a matter I needed defending from to begin with. But just the way some of you went about it was horrifically wrong and quite upsetting, to me but especially to Y/N herself.“ He can feel it, the aggravation growing, bubbling up in his chest, “What I saw disgusted me, I’m not gonna sugarcoat it. The things some of you were saying...I couldn’t believe you are in fact the same people who are my fans, my lovely fans who I’ve always thought so highly of. Never did I think you could be able of slut-shaming so vulgarly and grossly, I couldn’t believe what I was reading.“

He has every right to be upset - the things being said about Y/N were truly awful and a lot of things being said were meant to defend Corpse and defuse the rumors, doing so while stomping all over Y/N and her content. Rightfully so, many of her fans were outraged and quick to jump to her defense but were unfortunately outnumbered, leading Corpse to believe not many of her fans are actually real or as dedicated as his which only fueled his fury further.

Anyway, let’s take a look at Y/N’s point of view. Being a content creator for as long as she has, refusing to change her style no matter how many people disagreed and insulted her about it, she’s grown quite used to people spitting insults at her on every social media possible. It’s sad how throughout the majority of her content creating career she’s only had haters, creeps and fake fans watching her videos and streams. Rare are those in her fandom who’d actually stick up for her and defend her in ‘scandals’ such as this one. However, no amount of experience with dealing with hate could have prepared her for this outpour of some of the meanest shit she’s ever heard and been called in her life.

Y/N likes the content she makes, she’s comfortable in her skin and loves her body. She loves showing it off too and nor she nor anyone who wants that deserves to be shamed for who they are and what they do, especially when they aren’t hurting anyone and their content is still appropriate. People have always bashed her for all elements of who she is: her appearance, her clothing style, her streams, her gaming skills, her voice on occasion. She can count the instances when she’s received positive feedback on the fingers of her hands which would depress anyone else but not her. She’s always created content for her own amusement and entertainment so people’s opinions never really bothered her. Until now, until this very drama that has hit a specific nerve, an insecurity of hers she’s never talked about. The comments such as:

(Vy Speaking: Comments containing slut-shaming ahead, go to ### if you want to skip)

“Corpse would never date a slut like her“

“Corpse dating this thot? Please internet stop being ridiculous“

“Corpse ain’t a pimp, y’all need to chill“

“Even if they datin they gon break up soon - whore stays a whore“

###

bothered her far more than she’d like to admit. She has no one to open up about it either, she knows what she’ll get in response if she does - she’ll be told it’s her fault. Her fault because of the way she dresses, the way she talks and acts, because she chose this career to begin with. All her fault. The only person she can turn to she refuses to because she doesn’t want to be a bother - not after so many people confirmed her worries that she’s not good enough for him already anyway, the least she can do is avoid bothering him the best she can.

And that is exactly why this has upset Corpse so much.

“Here’s a little message specifically meant for those who claimed I’d never date someone like Y/N or specifically Y/N. You better listen carefully: Don’t you ever, and I mean EVER slut-shame my girlfriend or any other person ever. I cannot believe I have to explicitly remind you that your behavior isn’t ok. You should fucking know that your behavior isn’t right and that you’re a massive piece of shit for saying those awful things about others you judge solely on appearance and clothing. Does it surprise you that I am, in fact, dating Y/N? If you say yes for the reason you think she’s not good enough for me or that I deserve better, please get the fuck out of my fandom. No one disrespects my girl and gets away with it. That’s final!“

Though still under the influence of a flurry of negative emotions, overhearing Corpse literally telling people to exclude themselves from his fandom for being mean to her, Y/N’s taking a step towards emotional recovery knowing her boyfriend will always have her back. He’ll always be there to prove people wrong, defend her and stand by her. He’ll be there to catch her when the hate knocks her off her feet.

But most importantly: he’ll never ask her to change. Not her style, not her clothes, not her personality, nothing. He fell for her the way she is and for who she is, and he will never allow anyone to try to change her either. For someone who’s never had much support all her life, a single speck of support overpowers all the hate within the blink of an eye. Corpse will always be her knight in shining armor, the knight who defeated all the hateful demons by just entering her life. And though she’s still struggling with the ‘Am I good enough for someone so wonderful?’ and ‘He deserves better, doesn’t he?’ questions, with his hand holding hers, she’ll never let those doubts and insecurities overpower her.

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[freedfromthegalactichivemind]

I am wondering if I am not alone.  Warning: serious topic ahead.  I am really hating the media coverage of Ye.  It’s not just his horrible words and beliefs, it’s the focus on his mental illness.  On one hand, I am glad that people are taking that into account instead of treating it, in and of itself as a moral failing, that he’s “just a crazy,” and, instead, are focusing on the actual moral failings and differentiating that mental illness does not make one praise Nazis, one has to have those beliefs to begin with for a mental health episode to take off the filter.   At the same time, I am finding it all triggering. I have bipolar disorder.  I had a bad manic episode last year.  I think it was inevitable in coming, even with my faithfully-medicated ass and the support that I have.  I had five really bad personal years in terms of physical health problems with me and my family and lots of financial hits - I’m talking things like me and loved ones literally almost dying, loved one going through emergency surgery while uninsured in America, all before 2020 hit, and being underpaid essential workers in 2020-2021 and all those years entailed and I’ve come to the conclusion that it was INEVITABLE that I’d have my “once in a decade” periods of completely losing my mind.   Stress, stress, stress, stress, stress building up to a breaking point.   And, unfortunately, the break happened with me unleashing it all over a subset of a fandom.  She-Ra fandom is contentious as it is, but the subset of a subset of a fandom I was in... I guess it didn’t really matter that I was one of the first entrapdaks in the fanworks game and was, in one person’s words, “a vital part of the fandom for two years,” some misunderstandings happened between me and some “friends” of mine - and I say “friends” in quotes because, in hindsight, I don’t think they were really good friends to me. Those who remain my friends know who they are and will go unnamed.  I got triggered up to some irrational behavior and did unleash some unwarranted anger on people who really didn’t deserve it and got into “I feel like these people have slighted me, so I just want to hurt them!” mode and other people who never should have been involved got involved and they all pretty much sided against me because I was lost in my own madness at that point.  However, people claiming that my suicidal talk was just me “crying wolf” and trying to get attention were wrong - dead wrong.  I try not to feel too much of it because when I came back from the hospital and saw former “friends” dismissing me and treating me like I never existed, I really did come to the conclusion that some of my former “friends” were disappointed that I didn’t die.  You might not want me dead per se, but it’s obviously that you do not care and it probably would have been easier for you to never have seen my name again online and have the benefit of the doubt that I’d “probably just fucked off from the fandom.”      For those of you who think I’m “causing drama,” please notice that I am not naming any names.  It’s been over a year.  No one remembers this shit who was not involved.  There’s not going to be any drama with new fans unless you out yourself.  I’m pretty sure everyone who was involved has me blocked anyway, or vice versa, so I’m pretty sure we aren’t even seeing each other and I can rant to my heart’s content on my own little blog.  Also, in fact, I am confessing (see above) that I know I was a complete ass when I was driving off the rails on my crazy train.   And that’s what a mania is like.  By my experiences with the condition, one is locked into a mode where, if one feels hurt, one wants to hurt others.  One’s perception is warped and you are likely to hit innocent bystanders and do other things that are unnecessary.  One also gets into a mode where one knows that one is in trouble, but there’s this drive, this utter DRIVE to dig oneself deeper.  “How worse can I make it to test limits, where is the breaking point - I hate myself and those suicidal voices in my head need an excuse to act.”  Something like that.   And it is TERRIFYING.   When you come down from it, after you’re getting help, get a med-adjustment, get therapy and whatever else you need to re-calibrate, it remains TERRIFYING.   It’s just knowing that you have an ingrained, incurable brain-disease that means that when you’re sufficiently stressed (and it may take a while to build up, like years of rotten luck that you manage to soldier through), something or a series of somethings will set you off, and it can be as unpredictable as some misunderstandings among your “fandom-buddies” in a stupid-ass fandom.  You know that, even with the most careful treatment, it is inevitable that you’ll go off the rails again sometime, even if your intervals are “about a decade,”  it’s still... yeah, you treat yourself, you try to stave it off...  And then you see some celebrity on the news all the time for the very thing of “going off the rails,” and “out of control, digging himself deeper,” and you recognize that DRIVE, you know it intimately because you’ve been through it before and you’ve just been through it!  And you start to think “Is this who I am?  Are we all like this?  Maybe all of us with this disorder should be rounded up and shot for the good and peace of Mankind.”  And you stave that off because that’s the kind of immoral thinking that the object of the news is trapped in for whatever reason.  You also realize that you are not going off the rails most of the time and other bipolar people manage their illness well, and maybe you are, too, for the moment, because you don’t feel like dying anymore - instead you feel just too stubborn because the “I’m going to beat this” switch has been flipped in your head, but your self-esteem suffers because you’re getting a VERY PUBLIC REMINDER of where you were not long ago and where you can easily be again if you aren’t careful.   Again, I’ve never been a Nazi.  I’ve never thought “slavery was a choice” because that goes against the very definition of the word.  I’ve never been rich enough to ever feel insulated from my own poor actions (I do think wealth makes it worse for celebrities).  I don’t have the bigotries / deeply-ingrained moral problems nor whatever religion I suspect might be an underlying source of them for Ye. (I have some ex-evangelical baggage, but it’s not...that.  I suspect there’s a fringe-religion thing going on that’s becoming sadly mainstream).  But it’s just... all of the other stuff surrounding his case...  It’s hurting me, messing with my self-esteem, making me wondering if I’m just evil in general because I share a disease with him and see a lot of manifestation of that disease that I’ve experienced out front. He is definitely reminding the world why it just does not like bipolar people and it makes me worry about others who haven’t been diagnosed being reluctant to get help (when I was first diagnosed, it felt like the end of the world for me because it’s what my brother had and my brother is/was an abusive asshole, so I literally thought “Great, I have the asshole-disease”).  I worry about further discrimination and barriers to us.  And it is all making me wonder if we even have the right to exist.   Again, too stubborn right now to feel suicidal.  I’m not in that phase.  If you hear me talking about suicide / actually wanting to die, that’s the time to worry, right now, I’m kind of holding on out of spite, but I’m worried about others who aren’t as spiteful as I am right now, seeing this kind of trigger all over the news all over the place.   And bringing it back to this fandom, it makes me wonder if the world - any world, Etheria or Earth, is a better place for people having the freedom to go off the rails and “be like Catra” for a while, or if all defects need to be found, rooted out and culled / exiled like with the Galactic Horde.  In either case, I relate to Hordak - I know I’m a defect, and sometimes I want to go into the Pool and just erase myself, but most of the time, I am stubborn.   Just a random rant, trying to sort my thoughts.  

[twisted-tales-of-all]

Better Than FWBs

Today we venture into the Stray Kids universe once again, recounting the start of an interesting tale between roommates. As Han Jisung and his roommate (gender-ambiguous!reader) participate in their friendly prank war, Jisung accidentally overhears far more than he should have. However, this deepens the relationship between them. Be wary of the reader using empty death threats against Jisung, mention of masturbation and fantasization, being caught in the act, implicit discussion of kinks (no kinks explicitly mentioned), and teasing. There is no sex between them in this short 1.5k word piece, but feel free to request that the storyteller recount more of this particular tale if you’d like to see how the story progresses.

After your last prank scared him in front of his friends, your roommate swore up and down to get you back. This prank war has been quiet for a week now, so you expect something to happen each time you come home. Today, however, the apartment is unexpectedly quiet, so you seize the opportunity to call up your friend to continue the text rant over the phone.

"No, Alex, listen. I know you're convinced I like him, but it's not the way you're thinking." You defend as you drop your bag and lock your bedroom door, continuing, "I think Jisung is physically attractive, but that's it. I wouldn't date him like you think I would. No! Jeez, Alex, won't you listen?!"

As the conversation progresses, you get steadily more and more comfortable, removing accessories and articles of clothing one by one until you're fully comfy. You flop backwards into bed as you continue defending yourself. At some point, you mindlessly switch the call into speakerphone mode to avoid holding it up to your ear.

"Y/N, tell me this much: Would you have sex with your roommate?" Alex asks through the speaker, their tone more serious than before.

"Mmm... If he wanted to, sure. I don't think I'd bring it up, though. Don't wanna make things awkward, y'know?"

Alex goes on to explain how amazing it would be to have a roommate who can also give you benefits - "a step above friend with benefits" are their exact words. You laugh at the idea, calling it unattainable. In your mind, though, scenes of you with Jisung play back-to-back. You hadn't considered him in this way before; he's your roomie, so you automatically put him in an off-limits category. Thanks to your best friend, these previously-unthinkable thoughts fill your mind now. You excuse yourself from the call by claiming you want to relax, then you reach into the drawer of your bedside table. 

Grabbing your favorite toy, you use your thoughts to help you masturbate. Imagining Jisung in front of you feels different now. Although you've seen him walk around in just underwear plenty of times, all the details feel so much more vivid while you picture him standing at the foot of your bed. His muscles so much more appealing, the slight bulge in the tight boxer briefs becoming more sensual than normal. As you use the toy, the sensations make your fantasy feel far more realistic. You lose yourself in the feelings, finding yourself calling for him and begging for him to replace the toy.

"Sungie, please~ just this once." 

The words leave your lips before you can even register them in your head, but they're followed by a quiet curse from someone else. Instantly, you freeze, setting the toy on the bed next to you.

"Jisung, I swear on everything, you're dead if I have to search this room for you. Come out now or lose your life." You demand, threatening him over the situation, your voice deeper than before due to your anger.

The warmth from the excitement turns into heat from rage as you hear him crawl out from under your bed, apologies falling from his lips as he stands.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to pry! I was gonna prank you, but you came in on the phone, and I didn't know what to do! I'm sorry, Y/N, really, I am." His panic can be heard in his voice and seen as he fidgets with his hands, desperately hoping you won't hate him for it.

The room grows quiet after he runs out of ways to reword the apology. You sit there, contemplating all the thoughts, sifting through all your emotions, in pure silence. You don't hate him - that much you know - but you don't know how to feel about the situation. He must've heard everything, so you backtrack through everything that was said - you find him attractive but don't want to date him; you laughed at the concept of becoming friends with benefits, but you also ended the call just to masturbate to sexual thoughts of him. It's all confusing to you, so it must be just as confusing to him.

After all the thinking, you can only think of one thing to break the awkward silence, "How do you feel about everything you heard?"

"I- uh- I wasn't expecting it. I don't know what to think. Do you like me or not? The conversation was confusing me."

You pat the bed, allowing the anxious boy to stop fidgetting around the room. As he sits, he makes sure there's enough space between you. You can't tell whether he's uncomfortable or he thinks you are, but you take the time to explain rather than question it.

"I think you're attractive physically, but I'm pretty sure I don't have any feelings for you - except maybe sexual, I guess." You quiet yourself as you add on the last point.

"So, would you want to pursue a sexual relationship with me, then? Or would you rather we both act like this never happened?" He stares at you, not letting his thoughts show.

You debate for a bit, weighing all possible pros and cons. You worry about the change in the friendship and consider what might happen if the sexual relationship doesn't work out. Will you both still be comfortable living together if you have sex and learn the secrets roommates don't usually know about one another?

"You don't have to decide right now. I know it's a lot to consider. Just know that I'm fine with either choice, even if we try and find out that we aren't compatible that way."

As he stands up again, you grab the hem of his shirt, "Can we talk about what we like? I wanna see if we have similar interests first."

He plops back down with a bright smile, "Mhm. Ask me anything. I'm an open book."

"Really? Anything? Hm okay... What is the kink nobody expects you to have but you actually love?"

You discuss kinks, limits, and favorites for over an hour before realizing how late it's gotten. You ask whether Jisung has anything tomorrow, but he claims work doesn't start until late afternoon, so he can sleep in if you stay up late. You pout, saying you have work in the morning, so you should probably sleep soon.

"Do you want me to help tire you out?" Jisung jokes, lifting his eyebrows mischievously.

You laugh and tell him to get out because the joke was so lame. He stands up and walks towards the door but stops to leave one last comment.

"If you need something other than your toy, you know where to find me." He nods his head at the toy still sitting in clear view on the other side of the bed.

After he leaves, you fight the smile on your face, trying to deny that this might lead to a nice arrangement.

When you wake up the next morning, you find your roommate relaxing half-naked on the couch. Although this is a regular occurrence, it feels different after last night. You stand there, watching him for a second. He must feel your eyes on him, though, because he looks up from the couch and meets your eyes. He smiles at you, greeting you by asking whether you slept well. You ask him the same question in return, trying to keep the tone natural.

"I won't lie, it was a bit hard to sleep after having those talks with you."

You stumble trying to respond, which makes the boy burst out in laughter. He teases you, claiming that the prank war will have even more fuel now.

"Don't you dare use anything from last night around anyone." You give him a look that could kill as you force him into a promise to keep everything a secret.

After pinky-swearing that he'll take the secrets to his grave, he admits that it doesn't have to work both ways, "I'm pretty open about everything, so feel free to talk to whoever about it."

The statement shocks you for multiple reasons, but especially since you would never think to talk about it with anyone. If you admit to knowing sexual things about Jisung, people will question why you know - at least that's how it works in your head. However, this also intrigues you more, as he must be confident in himself if he doesn't care about keeping his sex life and habits secret.

"Hey, Jisung, can we try it? I work right now, but if we aren't too tired when we both get home tonight, do you think we can help each other out?"

"Yeah, for sure. After all, we're roommates, we have all the time in the world. I'm excited to see what we can do." He sends you off with a wink, and you can't help but grin ear to ear, the energy surging through you in anticipation of tonight's events.

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"Raph, hold up!" Leo's quick to grab the hothead's arm, hoping to stop him from getting any further. "Donnie's still our brother! We haven't lost him, remember? I'm asking you to THINK more about what you're about to do." ( for 2k3 dramamama ofc x3 )

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Raph had gone into blind rage before, unable to fully tell what he was doing, who he was around even, or where he was. Nearly taking his lash outs too far like nearly beating Mikey with a pipe. Everything went white, all he saw was red and left him nothing more than a blind seething creature of anger. This time though? Oh this time was worse. He was blinded by his anger but it wasn’t fuled by his rage it was the feeling of betrayal eatting away at him. Don was his brother! Fuck they may all fight or razz each other time to time but Raphael liked to think he showed he was there for them. But finding out Donnie had some truce? And even relationship with that lunatic Bishop? well maybe he wasn't sure sort of jumping to conclusions on his own end there. In the least aware they liked the guy in that way. But the real meat on the bone he need to pick with them was the simple fact Donnie didn’t tell him them about it. Fine sure that be hard to bring up to the family but he was going behind their backs this whole time! Raph was on a rampage through out the lair, kick down anything and everything that managed to get in his way. No room was off limits as he started to look around for Donnie, even busting into Leo’s bedroom. He didn’t give a tiny rats ass having gone about tearing Leo’s room apart in case Don was hiding in there somewhere, somehow. Ranting about what he just found out to the eldest. When he found no trace of Donnie though he huffed and hissed under his breath turning away ready to move on to the next room.

“Raph, hold up!”

Raph paused as Leo grabbed on to his arm, didn’t do much to clam him but it was enough to get him to stop moving at least. Letting his shoulders lift up and down as he was breathing heavily. Willing to listen to his brother..well maybe he was seeking out attetion for a reason. After all he knew well enough that Donnie wasn't likely going to be in Leo's room. It was a bit of an excuse to bring this to Leo's attetion. Raph couldn't wrap his head around the idea in the slightest. Donnie made a truce fine he could understand that part and a truce with that freak Bishop would be good for them especially but he was in love with the guy? He did say anything g about any of this to no one? Especially him? That hurt. If he were honest least to himself. Maybe towards Leo?

"Donnie's still our brother! We haven't lost him, remember? I'm asking you to THINK more about what you're about to do."

Lost him? That idea hadn't once crossed Raphs mind till Leo worded it themself. Was that what was happening? Were they losing Donnie to that looney? He slightly jerks her shoulder out from under Leo's hand. Arms crossing over his plastron as he turned to look at Leo a bit "brothers don't lie, and sneak behind each other's back not about this sort of thing Leo!" Raph voiced, maybe Leo would catch what he was trying to get at trying to say. Raph wasn't excstly going to out right word what he was feeling no he would let the temper speak instead. Eyeing Leo's face lookong for anything. Something, that showed how they were feeling or taking this. But fuck they were hard to read and it was passing him off hiw hard it could be to see what Leo was thinking or feeling je was good at the poker face when he had to be serious.

"what did you know?!" Raph accused suddenly, his voice raised as he did. "Ain't you possess? Worried even?! Did you head what I said? Don's out there making goo goo eyes with the fucking enemy Leo!" He repeated as he threw his hands up into the air now. "And yet you wanna worry about what I might do to him? What if he's getting tricked? Being played? What if we find out brother dead!?" There's a slight crack well he speaks. He clicks his tounge against his teeth and turns to look off to the side finding a spot on tje floor to focus on. Arms falling at his sides as he stand there still seething in rage.

"What dose he not trust us?" Dose he not trust me? He wanted to voice, but he didn't need to feel excluded in this mess.