#thank you anon for sending this i enjoyed writing it!!

[kyu-piddy]

Ranking (some more) twst love triangles on how messy they are

(This was for an ask that sadly got eaten by tumblr! )

Anon asked: I just wanna say I love your love triangle headcanons, but it got me thinking. Instead of two boys in the same dorm, what about if it was different dorms. For example, like Trey x reader x Azul, the two glasses boys.

So I was wondering if I could get part two of love triangles but with Trey x reader x Azul and or Leona x reader x Malleus

Please take your time, don't rush and Thank you 🙏

An: Thank you for your request anon. I might have gotten a ton of brainworms and just had to write this asap! Leona and Malleus are so interesting imo. They tickle a funny part of my brain that likes making characters suffer. I’d say they can be pretty challenging to write since they're so layered but it’s also soooo rewarding. Hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. :)

Gn reader x Leona, Malleus, Trey, Azul

Trigger warnings: Swearing

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Leona vs Malleus

Ahaha, you’re in danger.

No, seriously, this love triangle is dangerous. You could quite literally start a war if this goes unchecked for long enough.

Here you have two princes that already have enough beef with each other to feed a small nation, now fighting over you.

Leona is, of course, emotionally constipated as usual. He’s not gonna try to seduce you with flowers or chocolates or anything of the sort. Instead, he’ll be strangely nice to you, like letting you nap on his usual spot in the greenhouse or offering you help in a specific subject he’s good at.

This is all done with a side dish of “Tsk. Don’t bother me, herbivore.”

But the man does want to be bothered by you. It will be a cold day in hell before he admits it though .

Malleus on the other hand, will be forthcoming about his intentions towards you.

“Isn’t it a lovely night, Tsunotarou? “

“I wish to court you, child of man.”

If Lilia hadn’t told him to slow down he’d just straight up confess to you at that moment.

From that point on you’re getting the whole Malleus attention package. He’s making flowers sprout from the ground when you pass by, making Sebek and Silver escort you everywhere, writing heartfelt letters that read as more terrifying than romantic (he’s trying, ok?).

Leona is not happy about this. He’s stomping those flowers, picking fights with Sebek and Silver and turning those letters into sand. It’s a declaration of war.

If you thought they were bitchy before, now they’re straight up assholes to each other.

All types of insults are on the table, from the bad to the ugly to the straight up vile.

They also have a tendency to physically get you away from the other. Your arms are gonna be so sore and bruised from all the yanking.

And they’re gonna blame the other for your bruises, and start a whole other fight about it.

Leona is getting Ruggie to take pictures of his moments with you to send to Malleus, but Malleus can't use a phone to save his life, so he isn’t really gonna be able to see it.

In the same vein, he does not know how to take pictures with his phone, so he’s going to write descriptive letters, full of flowery details of his encounters with you to send to Leona.

He might even hire someone to create an artistic rendition of the moment to accompany the letter.

Leona is just gonna tell Ruggie to throw it all in the garbage, but just the thought of what could possibly be in there is gonna irk him to high hell.

Everyone, and I mean everyone will know about this love triangle. Leona will frame it as more of a fight with Malleus, to prove he is better than the lizard, but anyone with eyes can see that it’s more than that.

Malleus on the other hand will tell everybody you’re the love of his life, his future spouse and that the date of the wedding is xx/xx/xxxx and everyone is invited.

Even their families will get involved. Neither of them is above inviting you to their homeland just to sightsee, and then you reach there and bam, everyone is calling you their partner, and saying how you make a great couple, while you’re trying to figure when did you even accept a relationship between you both.

You’re not getting a confession from Leona.

You’ll have to figure it out yourself and confront him about it. And the asshole, after all his mixed signals and talk of just doing it to piss off Malleus, will retort “Isn’t it obvious? I thought you’d be smarter than that, herbivore.”

Malleus isn’t too keen on a confession either, but it’s because he already considers you both a couple, and if you confront him about it he'll answer matter of factly “Are we not a couple soon to be wed, child of man?”.

Delulu is not the sululu, but for Malleus, it is.

Your decision is going to impact both of them really hard.

Choosing Malleus is more trauma for Leona’s always second best issues. He’s going to become extremely guarded around you, closing himself off to the world for a long while.

Choosing Leona is more trauma for Malleus’ always forgotten issues. Unlike Leona, who will immediately give up on you and fall into a depression pit, Malleus will get angry at the world and try so hard to bargain with you.

Choosing neither will still feed into these issues, creating more fuel to the cycles of self destruction that these two are stuck in.

If there was a rating higher than S tier, I’d put this love triangle there, but since there isn’t, I’ll give it an S.

Neither of these men should be getting into a relationship. They should be getting into therapy.

Trey vs Azul

Megane vs Megane

Now these two have a peculiar dynamic.

One is the dependable older brother of Heartslabyul while the other one is the scary loan man of Octavinelle with the two shady underlings.

You guess which one you’re more likely to feel safe around.

Azul thinks he is so slick, by finding out Trey's crush on you, but will be immensely taken aback once Trey makes it known that Azul’s crush isn’t exactly a secret either.

Zuzu will try so hard to find dirt on Trey, but Mr. Normal has the most boring secrets that not even an old lady would be scandalized by (at least that Azul can find).

Initially, he’d send Floyd and Jade to spy on Trey, but the eels are not to be trusted, especially with you around.

They’re the type to stop the spying just for funsies and start chatting with you, so Azul has to take matters into his own hands.

He’s peeking out from a window with binoculars if he has to, goddammit!

While Azul is making a fool of himself to woo you, Trey is quietly guiding you along the path to his heart.

He knows Azul will try to use his contracts to get a leg up on him, but neither you nor him are interested in owing something to Azul.

Even if one of the contracts captures your attention, Trey is throwing it out of the window so fast (metaphorically, ofc).

Seeing as contracts and spying on you doesn’t work, Azul is going to try to hit Trey where it hurts.

Feeding you, ofc.

Trey has his desserts, but Azul has the Mostro lounge and he did grow up in a restaurant, so he can cook decently.

He can’t offer you the food directly, so he leaves it to you as a secret admirer (he read about it in a book and though that it would add to his mystique and appeal as a suitor).

When Trey finds out about it, he’s going to start taking it away before you find it, feeding you with one of his pastries instead.

This basically leads to a cook-off, where Azul keeps leaving you more and more food while Trey also increasingly gives you more pastries to get you too full to eat anything else.

I see Azul confessing in a very romantic and by the book sort of way, that leaves you wondering if he followed some sort of guide to the T (he did).

Trey is not taking it lying down.

He is interrupting anything that Azul has planned and throwing hella shade his way, reminding you of how shady Azul can be.

Meanwhile Azul is about to call the twins to make Trey sleep with the fishes in the Lounge aquarium.

I put this love triangle in B tier.

Either way you choose, I don’t see either of them getting too mad.

Trey is pretty chill about it if you choose Azul or neither of them, while Azul might throw a small to medium tantrum if you choose Trey.

He has control issues he really needs to figure out, but seeing as the experience has made him respect Trey as more of an equal, it wouldn’t be as bad as if it was someone like your first year Heartslabyul friends.

[philistiniphagottini]

hiiii congrats on milestone!!! can i request aventurine + thigh riding for the event?

Thank you Anon. And don't worry, you don't need to specify for this event lol. I already stated I was only going to write just for fem chubby reader. Hope you enjoy :)

Aventurine + Thigh Riding

Nutvember

cw. smut, thigh riding, frottage, semi public/public sex, mentions of alcohol consumption, female reader, chubby reader, minors DO NOT interact

"Aventurine, are you sure we won’t get caught?"

Your voice sounded shy breathed against the shell of Aventurine’s ear, your warm breath tickling his skin and sending a pleasant tingle to run down his spine. He hummed in response to your question, although you can barely hear it over the blaring sound of the music blasting through the night club and the cheering sounds of the patrons moving on the dance floor. A small smile tilted the gambler’s lips as he toyed with the gambling chip in his hand, twirling the coin around his dexterous fingers as he held your plump body close in his lap. 

"What’s the bet that we won’t?" Aventurine replied, a soft coo of your name breezing past his lips as he free hand squeezed around your plump hip. 

You squirmed in his lap, the wet seam of your fat cunt pulsing against his thigh as his leg tensed beneath you, just to tease you and apply pressure to the damp spot soaking the fabric of your underwear. A small whimper bubbled up your throat and the sound made Aventurine’s grin turn fox-like. Tucked into this dark, small booth at the end of the bar where the lights were dim and the music was dulled to a pulse that reverberated deep in your bones, there was doubt that anyone would notice you. No one would be able to spot the flustered, tipsy expression you wore as you grind your chubby, needy little pussy into your boyfriend’s lap like the horny little gremlin you turned to when you had just a sip of alcohol. But you still hesitated, no matter how much your thick thigh trembled with need and the pulse in your core knotted in the pit of your stomach. Your tongue timidly flickered over your dry lips, throat already parched and burning with the aftertaste of the sweet, fruity alcoholic beverage you had been indulging in.

"What if someone notices?" you reiterated. 

Your heart stammered in your chest as Aventurine’s head turned in your direction, his piercing gaze peering up at you over the rim of his glasses. The coin he had been playing with was tucked back into the sleeve of jacket, freeing up both of his hands as he grabbed at you. You trembled like a wet leaf as his gloved hand slipped under your dress, the tips of his fingers trailing along your plush thigh as he drew you closer into his lap, until your knee was pressed against the twitching bulge in his pants and you could feel his hot breath dancing over your skin. 

"Then they can just cope and seethe that the most beautiful woman in the room is with me" Aventurine mused, curling a strand of your hair around his finger before bringing it to his lips.

Your face erupted with heat, your skin searing hot to the touch as your blood simmered hotly in your veins. You were really starting to feel lightheaded as your hips twitched forward, the wet fabric of your panties clinging to your creamy folds as it dragged across the aching nub of your clit. You quickly buried your face into the crook of Aventurine’s neck, muffling your sweet moans of pleasure as you grind your pussy into his thigh without a second thought. Aventurine purred like a contented cat, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and kissing your round, soft cheek as you rock into his lap. 

"That’s it, pretty girl" Aventurine praised, his voice tickling the shell of ear. 

You could hear him crystal clear, despite the incessant music booming through the night club speakers. You smeared your lipstick into Aventurine’s neck as you kissed him, the bright red bleeding into the collar of his shirt as you placed sloppy kisses to any available skin your mouth could attach to. You could feel Aventurine vibrating beneath you with sordid content, the hand that he had slipped under your dress now toying with the lace panties that you had decided to wear for the evening. Your pussy fluttered and clenched around nothing when you felt a warm coo tickle your ear, the hot coil in the pit of your stomach twisting tighter as the muscles in Aventurine’s legs flexed in just the right way to hit your pulsing clit. 

"Hmm, lace" Aventurine smiled into your skin. "My favourite."

You squeaked loudly when you felt him pull the elastic band of your underwear, letting it snap back against your skin with a surprising sting as another blistering moan rumbled in your chest. You swallowed the budding saliva on your tongue, head feeling stuffed full of cotton as stars wavered in your vision. Your arms were loosely coiled around Aventurine’s neck, clawing at the back of his jacket as you were slowly ripped apart at the seams in his lap. Stars swirled in your vision as you pressed your nose into the hollow of his throat, the scent of his cologne further intoxicating you as you grind your needy cunt harder into his leg. Aventurine was hypnotised by the way your sumptuous body moved, your dress hugging your curves and straps falling off your shoulders as your perky tits threatened to spill out of the top made him feel feral. And the way you whined his name like he was the only thing that mattered as you clung onto him for dear life. Perfection. 

"Gonna cum already baby?" Aventurine cooed as he felt your body tense up, the pace of your hips stuttering as bliss boiled in your veins. 

You nodded dumbly along to his words, struggling to peel your tongue off the roof of your mouth. A constellation of tears shimmered on your soused lashes, toes curling into the soles of your feet as your high heels dropped to the floor in a clatter. No one heard and no one noticed. And you were thankful that the music and loud chatter was able to cover up the filthy moan that was wrenched from your bruised lips as your slick clit clapped against Aventurine’s thigh and your world shattered around you. Aventurine held you steady in his lap as you shivered, his cheeks flushed a rosy shade that was highlighted under the flickering neon lights of the bar as you crumbled to pieces. He watched with lidded eyes as you rocked yourself slowly along his leg, dragging out the last dregs of bliss that shocked you like a live wire as you shook with rapture. He could feel just how soaked your panties were as you pressed your dripping, aching pussy into his leg, the heat of your cunt pulsing against his thigh. He pet your leg as you calmed down from your blissful high, tangling a hand in your hair as he slowly brushed the frazzled strands out of your face.

"Good girl" Aventurine cooed as his lips brushed against your cheek. 

He believed you were both done for the night. You had your fair share of drinks between you two to relax and unwind and after your little performance, Aventurine reckoned it was time to retire for the evening. Only because he was eager to get you back to the hotel room so he could dip his tongue into the creamy mess you had made in your panties and indulge you further. 

"Does my pretty baby want me to take her home now?"

You nodded in response, a small smile tugging at your lips as Aventurine kissed you stupid again. 

[historical-fashion-polls]

Hi! I loved the halloween event so much thank you for making it! is there a possibility that we are going to have an event for the december holidays too?

hello dear anon! 💕

I'm so happy to hear that you enjoyed the halloween tournament so much! 🥰🥰

and I'm glad to hear that there's so much interest in me potentially doing another one! ☺️💕 I have additional answers here, here, and here on this topic, but the most immediate answer is that unfortunately it's just not going to be possible for me to do one this year 😔😔 however, given the interest I've seen, I can definitely start thinking about something for next year! ☺️☺️ (I'll also make a little interest poll hopefully within the next week to gauge general enthusiasm 💕💕)

in terms of timing for a potential winter tournament, I was thinking I might aim for mid-january through some time in february? (again, this probably would not be until next next year, jan-feb 2026) I have a few reasons for this:

as I mention in that last ask I've linked, I would do something more "seasonal" that's not directly linked to any holiday, so it would still be seasonably appropriate in jan-feb (for the northern hemisphere at least)

december tends to be a really busy month for me, as the whole first half is usually taken up by writing, presenting, and submitting course papers

and then my birthday is at the end of december! as much fun as running the tournament was, it was also a lot of work, which I would prefer not to worry about on my birthday, if that's okay!

but then there's another birthday on january 18th – the blog's first birthday! 🥳🥳 I could absolutely see that being the start date for a winter tournament, but I just don't see myself having the time to get something together by this jan 18th, which is why we could potentially aim for next year?

I thought I'd put this all out here to get y'all's tentative thoughts on this! let me know what you're thinking if this is something you have thoughts about! ☺️💕

so sorry to turn this very sweet ask into such a long post! ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹 but thank you such much for this lovely message, and I hope all my reasoning makes sense! ☺️☺️ if you have further thoughts, please feel free to send in another ask! ☺️💕

[fayes-fics]

Hello,

Not sure if you're doing the game for anons as well, but may I request 16 for the viscount? 😀

(Hope you and your muse can do this, thanks!)

In Dreams

Nov 2024 MicroFics Masterpost

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x fem!reader

Author’s note: Hi Nonny. As usual, went with first instinct & written in 15 mins. Not particularly explicit, but a sexual situation so under the cut. Enjoy! <3

“I see you…” Anthony murmurs, his lips trailing warm over your belly, “…in dreams.”

“What dreams?” You can’t help but ask, carding your fingers through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp under your nails.

He hums contented, curling into your touch like a cat, more soft kisses over your skin, his arms wrapped around your middle.

“All of them…. Always you….” He whispers into your belly button, the rasp of his nascent stubble causing a giggle to bubble up.

“Ticklish,” you explain idly, eyes fluttering closed.

“Mmm I know,” he chuckles, “and yet I can’t resist kissing… right… here….”

Your happy giggle turns into a gentle moan as his featherlight kisses turn more needy, sucking insistently on your delicate skin. A few moments and you are burning for him again.

“Again Anthony…” you appeal, hands moving to his shoulders to pull him back up for a kiss, your need for him always barely slaked.

And, wonder that he is, that’s precisely what he does: pulls you into a blistering kiss. Only a few minutes later, he pushes into your waiting, wanting body as you cling to him, his name tumbling breathily from your lips.

No taglist as these are microfics

Send me a number and I’ll write a micro-story using the word or phrase [not open to more]

[attic-club-sandwich]

Heya, 🌹 anon again :)

I'm just popping in to ask for some more comfort stuff if possible. Life's been hectic lately and I kind of fell back into a depressive state. It's one that'll pass, but sucks in the meantime.

Anyway, I was wondering if I could request a lil something something about the obey me cast finding an mc who was crying late at night? (Like 3am late). Maybe they wandered into a different room to look out at the stars/nature or went to the room/house of being in question for a hug? Idk, up to you

Thank you!

- 🌹

Hello my dear 🌹 anon, it's so nice to hear from you again! I am so sorry you've been feeling down lately. I really hope that this helps and i'm sending you good vibes and lots of hugs! Thank you for being patient as I worked on this too. I hope that you enjoy! Please feel free to send in a request anytime.

I am sticking with the main brothers for now, but if you (or anyone else) has any requests for the other characters i'd be glad to write for them as well 💜

Meetings in the Moonlight

Content Warnings: Just mild themes of anxiety and a mention of body image.

gn!MC x the brothers

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Lucifer:

You lay in bed one night after a particularly rough day at RAD.

Your dreams are full of failing grades painted in angry red, dancing across the yellowing pages of your most recent exam.

Tossing in turning eventually turns into frustrated signs.

Grabbing your blanket, you quietly tip toe down the hallway and find yourself in the music room of the House of Lamentation.

You flip through the many records Lucifer has collected over his time in the Devildom

Being very careful to avoid the cursed ones of course.

You settle on a classic, one of Lucifer's favorite non-cursed records friendly enough for human ears.

He always plays it for you when you are feeling down.

As you curl up on the chaise lounge, you find your eyes welling up with tears, and you try to blink them away.

Suddenly, you hear a voice.

"MC?"

You jump slightly. "L-Lucifer? What are you doing here?"

His brow furrows as he notices the tears that roll down your cheeks.

"I heard music playing, and I thought it might be you in here."

He glances at the record, smiling slightly.

"I must say, you have excellent taste. However, it's 3:00 a.m. Care to tell me why you are in here all alone?"

He pauses, waiting for your answer as he reaches out to wipe away a tear.

"...And in tears, no less?"

You glance down, swiftly wiping away the tears as if he hasn't already noticed.

"Its nothing, Luci. I just couldn't sleep."

Lucifer sighs, sitting down beside you and pulling you close to him.

His warmth is comforting, and you nuzzle your face into his chest.

His grip on you tightens, and you find yourself being gently laid down so your head positions itself comfortably in his lap.

"Then sleep, my darling. You can tell me all about it in the morning."

You sigh as your eyelids grow heavy. The feeling of Lucifer's gentle hands running through your hair allowing you to finally relax into a deep sleep.

Mammon

You find yourself awake in the middle of the night. Again.

It always seems to be something.

This time it's the dull throb of your head that has you awake.

You've been very stressed out lately balancing the chaos of the demon brothers as well as RAD.

You groan, rubbing your temples. You need some air.

You crawl out of bed, grabbing one of his hoodies and pulling it on.

It smells like him.

It brings comfort to you. But it's nothing like the real thing.

You crack open your door, squinting your eyes in the dim light of the hallway.

Making your way up the stairs, you begin to wonder if he'd be awake at this hour.

Finally, you find yourself standing outside his door. You can hear the faint sound of music playing.

He must be awake.

You knock, hoping he'll hear it over the music.

To your surprise, the door opens rather quickly.

"Oi, MC? Whaddya doin' up this late?"

At the sight of your silver haired demon, you begin to tear up, and you begin to tremble as the tears roll down your cheeks.

"M-Mams... i'm sorry to bother you... i just.."

Mammon's eyes widen, surprised by your sudden outburst.

"H-Hey now, don't go cryin' on me! Come here."

You feel yourself being pulled into the room and into the warm embrace of the Avatar of Greed.

You inhale a shuddering breath.

"S-Sorry... I just..needed this." you murmur, burying your face into his chest.

Mammon hums, rubbing circles on your back.

"s'okay. You can always come to your favorite demon any time ya need to."

You can't help but giggle through the tears.

"Let's go get ya comfy in bed. I'm gettin' kinda sleepy too now that you're here."

Leviathan

Your eyes are puffy as you wipe away what seems like an infinite amount of tears.

You've been up most of the night crying in your room.

The anxiety that plagues your mind on the daily has finally gotten the best of you.

Worries of if you're good enough, if you truly belong here in the Devildom.

Every little mistake you made that day coming back to haunt you.

It eats away at you, causing your stomach to hurt and a dull ache in your chest

You were just about to lay back down and try to sleep when you hear a soft knock on your door.

"MC? Are you awake? Do you want to come to my room and watch a movie with me? I can't sleep."

It's Levi's voice.

The anxiety in your stomach transforms into butterflies.

"Y-Yeah sure, be out in a second!" you call, your voice trembling.

Before you can make a move, you hear the click of your door opening.

"MC, are you okay? You sound..."

Levi peeks his head in, spotting you sitting in bed with puffy eyes and a runny nose.

"H-Hey, what's wrong?!"

He's at your side in a second, unsure if it's okay to touch you.

"I-I'm fine Levi..." you sniff, wiping away more tears.

Levi's amber eyes glow in the low light of your room.

"B-But you're crying?? It doesn't seem fine..."

You shake your head, reaching out to gently grasp his hand.

"It's better now that you're here."

Levi blushes, "N-No way, all I did was creepily show up here at your door in the middle of the night!"

Suddely you feel yourself being pulled off the bed.

Levi is gripping your hand now, pulling you out the door and down the hallway.

You find yourself in his bathtub, nestled between his legs with your back resting against his torso.

"Now let's watch a movie until we're too tired, okay?"

Satan

It's 1:00 am and you somehow managed to end up in the House of Lamentation library again.

You've been having trouble sleeping again.

Your classes at RAD are difficult this semester, and you haven't found the best study method yet.

You sit at the desk, flipping through the pages of your text book,.

Frustration begins to build in your chest.

You have absolutely no idea how you are going to retain any of this.

The all too familiar lump forms in your throat.

The tell tale sign that you're about to cry.

You slam the book shut and rub your eyes with your palms.

They come back wet with tears.

You can't stop the tears from coming now that they've started.

As you cry, you think you hear the sound of footsteps coming down the hallway.

But maybe it was just your imagination.

You rest your head in your arms, your shoulders trembling.

You jump slightly as you feel a gentle hand on your shoulder.

"MC. Shh, now. It's just me."

You lift your head to see the Avatar of Wrath standing over you, his emerald eyes filled with concern.

"S-Satan... I-I'm sorry..."

He pulls a chair over next to you, shaking his head.

"What ever do you have to be sorry about?"

You glance down at your lap, nervously fidgeting with your hands.

"B-Because I promised I would do better on my next exam. But i can't understand any of this..."

Satan rests his chin in his hand, reaching out with the other to wipe your tears away.

"You're doing way better than you give yourself credit for. And 1:00 in the morning isn't the best time to be trying to study."

You sniff, glancing up at him. He's right.

He stands up, the sound of the wooden chair sliding across the floor disturbing the silence of the library.

"Come now, it's past your bedtime. Tomorrow I'll show you my secret to acing all of these damned exams."

You give him a small smile as you wipe away the remaining tears.

He grabs your hand, squeezing it as he leads you out of the room.

"Are you in the mood for a bedtime story? I've got the perfect one picked out."

Asmodeus

You rub your eyes, hoping to rid yourself of the overwhelming fatigue

Sleep refuses to come, and it's getting frustrating.

You were supposed to go out with Asmo to a club tonight, but you told him you weren't feeling well.

Which wasn't entirely a lie.

He had insisted to stay and take care of you, but you had also insisted that he go and have fun.

If you were being honest, you weren't in the mood to be perceived by anyone tonight.

You hated how you looked in any outfit you put on.

And you couldn't seem to fix that one hair that refuses to stay in place

Instead, you were now curled up in Asmo's bed, tears threatening to spill over.

As you inhale his scent on the blankets, you hit the wall.

Tears begin to leak down your cheeks, staining his satin pillow.

Your shoulders tremble, and your eyes squeeze shut.

You aren't sure how long you've been laying like this, but you hear footsteps approaching the bedroom door.

Oh no, did one of the brothers hear me?

You quickly sit up, trying to wipe away all evidence of you crying.

To your suprise, The Avatar of Lust himself is back early.

"A-Asmo!" you squeak, pulling the blankets up to your chin.

"MC, darling, are you okay?" he is by your side now, pulling you into him.

You sniff, shaking your head.

He frowns, stroking your hair. "I knew I made the right choice by coming home early."

You blink at him. "What do you mean?"

He gives you a small smile and winks. "I just had a feeling. I couldn't stand the idea of you here all by yourself feeling sick."

You begin to cry again, wrapping your arms around him. "T-Thank you..."

He hums, rubbing your back as you cry.

"There, there my sweet little MC. I'm here. Shall we go get a bath? I have the perfect scent of bubble bath that will relax you and put us both right to sleep."

You calm down a little at the suggestion, and he helps you up out of bed. He grabs a silky robe from his closet on the way.

Before heading into the bathroom, he pulls you in, planting a soft kiss to your lips.

"Ready, darling? I'll be sure you're feeling better by the end of our time together this evening ♡"

Beelzebub

At some point, you had fallen asleep on the couch in the living room of the House of Lamentation.

As you blink awake, you notice the fire has gone out in the fireplace.

You shiver, the heat now gone and the room darker than you'd like it to be.

You start to remember how you ended up here.

The brothers had called you down for dinner, but you weren't hungry.

The day you had at RAD kept your mind reeling with anxiety.

After everyone had went to bed, you wandered downstairs, needing a change of scenery since sleep didn't seem to be happening.

You had curled up on the couch... and that's the last thing you remember.

Now you sit, alone in the dark. Your eyes sting with tears.

You really didn't want to be alone right now.

Bringing your knees to your chest, you begin to weep.

I should just get up and go back to bed, you think.

But you can't bring yourself to move.

Suddenly, you hear footsteps.

You lift your head, trying to glance around in the darkness.

"MC? Are you in here?"

A voice.

"B-Beel?" you squeak.

He comes around the side of the couch, spotting you sitting all alone.

"Hey. Are you ok?"

You shiver again, nodding.

He frowns, walking over to the fireplace and muttering an incantation under his breath.

His hand holds out over the fireplace, and suddenly it sparks to life again, lighting up the room.

"There, that's better." he sits down beside you. "What's wrong MC? Are you hungry? You missed dinner..."

His own stomach growls, causing a laugh to bubble up in your chest.

"N-No... well maybe a little. But i'm glad you're here."

He smiles, reaching out to grab your hand.

"Are you up for a snack? I can go get something and bring it to you."

You give him small smile. "Y-Yeah. That sounds good."

When he comes back, he has snacks in hand, and hands you a warm cup of tea.

He curls up next to you on the couch, and you lean into him.

"Thank you, Beel."

He smiles, leaning in to give you a small peck to the forehead.

"You're welcome. I can't have you going hungry and sitting all alone in the dark."

After your snacks, your eyelids are feeling heavy again.

It's almost as if Beel can read your mind.

"Come on MC, let's go to my room and get some sleep. Maybe Belphie will join us too."

He gently scoops you into his arms and you close your eyes, allowing the gentle swaying lull you to sleep.

Belphegor

You wake from a particularly awful nightmare.

Sweat coats your skin, leaving you feeling damp while the fear still lingers in your chest.

You sit up, rubbing your eyes.

You need some air.

Trying to be quiet, you sneak out the door and find yourself in the courtyard.

The cool air hits your hot skin, and you breath out a sigh of relief.

You've always found it peaceful out here, especially at night.

Usually you find solace in the stars, they bring you comfort.

However, images of the nightmare still haunt you.

You sit, wrapping the blanket you had brought with you around your shoulders.

You stare off into the night, memories of your nightmare taking over your vision.

You begin to cry, fighting to will yourself to think of something else.

Fresh, hot tears roll down your cheeks, not doing anything to help your already burning skin.

You don't notice that somebody else has also joined you outside.

"MC, are you okay?"

Startled by the sudden voice, you turn around to see Belphegor.

He must have sensed you had a nightmare again.

"B-Belphie, you s-scared me." you stutter, trying to wipe away your tears.

"You had a nightmare again." he states, sitting down next to you in the grass.

You nod, turning your gaze from him.

"I was trying to find you, but you were already gone from your room. ButI 'm here now, it's okay." He soothes, bringing you into a tight hug.

You let out another sob as you wrap your arms around him.

He rubs circles on your back, allowing you to cry into his shoulder.

"Did you see the stars tonight? They are extra bright. I think they knew that you needed comfort."

You glance up at the sky, noticing that they do appear to be brighter than usual.

You smile, taking his hand and squeezing it.

"You and the stars are always here for me."

He chuckles, bringing your hand up to place a delicate kiss on the back.

"Of course. And my love for you is infinite, just like the stars."

After awhile, you begin to yawn.

Which causes Belphie to yawn too.

"I think that's our sign to go back to bed." you giggle.

Belphie smiles, helping you up off of the ground.

"Let's go cuddle and fall asleep together. It's way past my bedtime."

[sukirichi]

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BONTEN MEN MEETING THEIR WIVES FOR THE FIRST TIME !! (PART ONE)

☁️ mikey, haitani ran, haitani rindou

☁️ unedited. mild angst on mikey's part. ran is technically not a first meeting, but yeah! suggestive on ran's part. fluff. cursing. mikey is lowkey a stalker. (only putting the three of them first because it was getting too long 😭)

♡ — MIKEY

It’s just another day, another mission. There’s nothing new for Mikey. And even if there was, there’s hardly anything he looks forward to now. Whether it’s a mission accomplished or mission failed, he hardly notices. His executives will take care of it, anyway. So he walks aimlessly in the streets he calls his, unafraid of the night’s darkness and the dangers it might bring – quite frankly, because he is the danger that lurks. What is there to be afraid of when he’s the worst imaginable nightmare around?

So lost in his own thoughts, it takes him a second to register the collision of his body with someone else. “I’m sorry!” a sweet voice cuts through the night air. You sound adorable and apologetic enough Mikey’s eyes light up for just a brief moment. Dark, lifeless eyes come to life as he glances at you – bowing in apology while clutching your satchel to your chest. “I wasn’t looking where I was going and I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to–”

At any other day, Sanzu would’ve handled this for him. At any other day, Mikey would’ve let it slide and moved on because he just doesn’t care. You’re a civilian, anyway, and you knew better. No one bumps into him like this by accident. Curious, he tilts his gaze to you. There’s only one good conclusion of your unabashed expression that of guilt and genuine embarrassment – you must not have any idea who he is and treated him like you would anyone else.

He’s not the fearsome Manjiro Sano to you.

He’s just a stranger you inconvenienced, and for some reason, that soothes him. He’s not a killer in your eyes. He’s not a person who’s continuously done the wrong thing for the past few years. He’s just... him.

“It’s okay,” he replies after a moment, tucking his hands inside the pockets of his hoodie. “It’s late, though. You shouldn’t be out around this time of night. It’s dangerous.”

“Oh, I know,” you scrunch up your nose, “Gangs are running rampant and all. But this is the only time I can take a high-paying shift, and what’s the point of safety if I can’t pay my bills, right?”

He doesn’t know how to answer that. He hasn’t worried about bills in a long time – Kokonoi has that covered. Instead, he nods, finding it hard to look away from you. “Stay safe, then. And if you need help, then...” Then, what? The gangs would help? Bonten would keep you safe? No, that was ridiculous. Bonten was the one thing everyone wanted to be protected from.

It hits him, then, that he is the monster that makes everyone feel unsafe. And for once in his life since he’d established Bonten, Mikey feels sick.

He doesn’t want to be the cause of your worries.

— It doesn’t take much to find out everything about you – where you work, where you live, when your shifts happen, and even silly details like what your favourite flavour or cup ramen is. He tells himself he’s doing this for your safety, and in a way, he is. You weren’t kidding when you said you take graveyard shifts because it pays the best, so upon finding out you come home really late, and go to work just as, Mikey takes it upon himself to watch from afar. Never approaching, never striking a conversation – because he doesn’t know what to say, and how could he explain he knows your routine by now – but always watching. Guarding. Protecting. He must look ominous gazing upon you from buildings afar, but he’s content with it. He thinks he can do this for as long as he likes, simply watching you from afar.

— But then he realizes he wants more.

— And he doesn’t know what ‘more’ means exactly. More time with you? You don’t even know who he is. More conversations? He’d probably stumble over his words, or make the worst jokes. Fuck. He hasn’t joked in a while. Would you even find him funny? He thinks about all day long, all night long, until you’re the only one running into his mind and he’s been so mentally checked out of his own meetings that his executives have – politely – asked him to just take a while for himself.

— So he does, and because he was never good at controlling his urges, he goes to you. He dresses a little nicer than usual; a newly ironed shirt, a good pair of jeans, and even asked Rindou to fix his hair up for him. “Going on a date?” he’d teased, but even Mikey doesn’t know how to answer that. It’s not a date, but he’d be damned if he let another day go by that you didn’t know his name.

— He introduced himself, rather awkwardly, and pretends like he didn’t come to your work on purpose. “I didn’t know you worked here,” he says, and it couldn’t be a bigger lie. But you just smile up at him like you’re happy to see him, like you’ve been hoping to meet again, and for a moment, Mikey lets himself believe that it could be true. Maybe he deserves that smile. Maybe someone actually wants to see him. He lingers on that delusion long enough that he’s matched his routine with yours – walking you back home, letting you talk about how much you hate your boss, and hate your sleazy customers even more. It’s not easy being a waitress, especially when you’re forced to wear tight-fitting clothes with the intention of attracting customers. And it gets to him. The darkness and rage he’s been letting quietly simmer beneath his veins as to not scare you off finally resurfaces.

— He hates it all – hates how you’re in such an unfortunate situation, and there’s only so little he could do. Until he realizes he’s the Manjiro Sano. After sending in Sanzu to deal with your boss, who may or may not have been gently blackmailed into treating you better and giving you higher pay or else, Mikey notices the weight being lifted off your shoulder. You’ve started smiling more and even invite him to your place one time to celebrate your ‘fortunes.’

“Are you sure?” he asks rather warily, “I mean, it’s late at night.”

“Yeah, it’s fine,” you reassure him, and lead him inside your home. He almost feels bad for you for being so unaware. You don’t have the slightest idea you’re bringing a killer in the safety of your home, but he doesn’t get the chance to dwell on it when you turn on the lights. He’s greeted by your homey apartment, a little cluttered, a little messy, and it’s a little small for you that he can’t imagine would be comfortable – but it’s yours, and you’re proud of it. Pulling out a mat, you tell him to make himself at home while you prepare some celebratory snacks. They’re nothing fancy – mostly chips, cheap wine, and a few hardened candies.

It’s probably the worst timing to realize he’s falling in love.

First of all, there’s nothing romantic about watching you lean against the counter, humming to yourself as you pop open the wine. Second of all, you don’t look enticing or seductive. Not in your mismatched pyjamas and even more hilariously mismatched socks. But you are enticing – from the way your throat vibrates at your humming, to your quick, swift movements preparing the snacks. You look so at home, so content, that he can’t help but want that for himself. Want you for himself. He wants you at his place and to decorate it as you wish. He wants you to liven it up and scatter knick-knacks all over his room. He wants your toothbrush next to his in the bathroom. He wants you – wants all of you – from your crumpled shirt, to your aching shoulders after a long day at work, wants to kiss it all better for you.

He wants you.

And when the Bonten Head wants something, he will get it.

— If someone told him that a few years from now that his silly musings at three in the morning would finally come true, he’d have scoffed at them. But this is his reality is now, and how he’ll spend the rest of his life.

You’re standing next to him in his bathroom, brushing your teeth while simultaneously humming to yourself. He’s heard the melody enough to have memorized it. And when he’s having a hard day, he sings it to himself, although it never sounds as good like when you do it. The tune is comforting, a reminder you’re in his life now, that everything’s worked out. You married him, and he couldn’t be a happier man.

“Something wrong, Manjiro?” you ask after rinsing your mouth, turning to him with a hand on your hips. Stern, yet unbelievably gentle. Cupping his cheeks with your hands, he melts. “Tell me. How can I make it better?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” he says, and it’s the truth. The moment is all too perfect. You’re here with him, you’re safe, and you’ve loved him after everything he’s done. “Just wanna hold you.”

You break him to it. Lunging into his arms, you giggle and bury yourself around his neck, knowing full well he’ll catch you. Mikey laughs, too, but it’s quieter, more reserved, the sound nearly muted because your skin is pressing against his so hard that it becomes hard to fathom there was ever a time he felt he wasn’t worth of love. And maybe he still isn’t. He still has Bonten, he still has horrible urges, he still gets the demanding itch to kill and hurt – but you’re there, in his arms, and he feels the darkness slowly simmer into tamed shadows.

♡ — HAITANI RAN

Ran is not subtle with his feelings. He believes in the beauty and art of flirting, of holding one’s gazes for just a second longer than what was considered polite, the fleeting, yet burning touches one could pass off as innocent. He’s had enough experience in his life to have mastered it. He’s handsome, he’s irresistible, and he knows it. Beauty and charm is a weapon he wasn’t ashamed of wielding, especially not around his current flavour of the month – or more like months, now. He’s played this game of tic tac toe with you, this push and pull, for so long that he feels he’ll lose his mind.

Like everyone else in Bonten, he usually gets what he wants. But you’re different. You’re attracted to him – that much he knows – but you’re the one responsible for all of Bonten’s uniform and suits that your attraction borders just on the edge of professionalism. But he knows. Oh, he knows. You aren’t so subtle yourself.

Each time he comes around for a fitting, your lips twitch as if you’re fighting back a smile. He also doesn’t fail to notice how you’re gesturing around to your staff in the shop to give you two ‘privacy.’ Bonten executive or not, Ran isn’t foolish – he knows he’s the only one receiving this special treatment. Knows you don’t touch your other clients like this – with a perfectly manicured nail grazing down his arm, your eyes lidded with lust, your blood-red lips caught between your teeth.

It makes Ran yearn.

He wants those same claws to run down scratches behind his back. He wants to take those lips into his mouth, instead, to have you ruin his suits by staining it with your lipstick on his collar, his neck, his tie, his pants. It’d give him more of a reason to come back, anyway. But you just had to be so professional that he always leaves the shop with his pants feeling tighter than ever, his lungs constricted because it becomes hard to breathe around you, yet feeling so addicted to the high of having you so close, yet so far away.

“You should come back for another fitting,” you call out to him just as he swings the door open. He freezes. He’s always the one scheduling a fitting. Unable to help it, he shuts the door and locks it, smirking to himself when he hears the vague hitching of your breath behind the counter.

“And why is that?”

“Oh, you know,” you manage to tease, but ah. He can see right through you. Even with your nonchalant facade, he can tell he’s getting under your veins with every step he takes to close the distance between you. Damn the counter. Damn any customers who might be waiting outside. For now, there’s only him and you, and he thinks he may damn well truly ruin his pants when you look up at him with eyes blown wide with want. With need.

He wishes you could just let go and give in.

“I, in fact, don’t know. But do care to enlighten me,” leaning down, he rests his arms against the counter, glad to finally be at your eye level. You’re prettier in this angle, which baffles him, because you’re already so pretty enough it hurts. And he can’t help but wonder if you’d look a hundred times better in... different angles. An angle under him, perhaps, where you’re helpless and forced to clutch his biceps while you hold on for dear life. Because Ran guarantees once he gets his hands on you, he’s never letting go.

“I just think,” with narrowed eyes, he feels your heated gaze travel from his face that’s inches away from yours down to his chest, and to the bulge constricted around his pants. You let out a breathy sound at the sight of it, his body responding by growing even harder. “Your pants are too tight for you now. Perhaps we should make you a better one?”

“I have other ways in mind in which we could resolve this problem. Preferably one that doesn’t consist of measuring tapes,” he raises his brow, watches as you slowly unfold and unravel right at his palms. It’s almost satisfying. Almost. He’s wanted you for so long that frustration is more what he feels right now, and impatience. “Although I’m not entirely against using ropes.”

♡ — HAITANI RINDOU

Rindou doesn’t concern himself with civilians. He has better things to do, and after a long day, he’s more than ready to just plop himself into bed and wake up only when the world is ending. Or, he could just let it end, too. He couldn’t care any less. Unfortunately for him, though, the universe has different plans for him that night. He just wanted to get a damned drink, for fuck’s sake, until he hears screaming and the shuffling of feet as soon as he steps out of the convenience store.

“Stop him!” someone squeals, the cry helpless and desperate. From where he stood, wine bottle on one hand, he could see the figure of a man running with what seemed like a bag clutched to his chest. “Someone help, please!”

Rindou sighs. There’s nothing more that he hates more than petty crimes that are more inconveniences than impactful. Before he could register what he’s doing, Rindou’s arm extended out in front of himself, and within the blink of an eye, the thief whizzing past him had been caught by the collar. The thief struggles against his hold, whining and thrashing with curses thrown his way.

“Let me fucking go, you oaf!”

“I don’t think so,” Rindou tips his head to the side just as a figure appeared behind the thief. You stand there, wheezing to catch your breath with your hands on your knees. At the sight of him effortlessly restraining the thief, you break out into a relieved sigh and snatch back your bag, holding it more possessively. And oh, aren’t you just pretty? With your skin layered with a sheen of sweat from all that running, cheeks damp with tears, your frown now replaced with a grateful smile – Rindou feels like you’re the thief. “Whoa. Careful with that smile, sweetheart.”

Your brows furrow, and he nearly groans. It should be a crime for someone to look so adorably confused. “What?”

“Okay, that’s enough, they got their bag back, now let me go!”

Right. He still had a lame excuse of a criminal on his hand. With a roll of his eyes, Rindou throws the man against to the ground until he’s coughing out blood from when he hit the pavement. He hears you gasp, and it makes him wince. He hadn’t meant to be so harsh. You’re probably afraid of him now.

“Run along,” he warns the petty thief, and he didn’t need to be told twice. As soon as the man disappears, Rindou turns to you, a lazy smile making its way into his face. “You know, I usually hate being troubled, but this might be the first time I don’t mind as much.”

Your jaw drops. You look around frantically in your bag for a moment, and just when he thinks you can’t get anymore interesting, you pull out a wad of cash and shove it to him. Rindou cocks a brow. “And what is that for, sweetheart?”

“To-to thank you for saving me! And it’s also an apology because I troubled you...”

Rindou fights the urge to scoff. “I feel like I should be offended,” he says in a sing-song manner, only because you don’t take the teasing well, and the sight of you stumbling over your words is already making his night. He wants to reassure you it’s no trouble at all, that he’ll easily catch all your thieves for you, or that you can steal his heart and never give it back to him. But he doesn’t, because he’s just met you, and maybe, just maybe, he’s curious how this will go.

“Oh, I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to–”

“Say, if you really want to thank me, why don’t we share this?” he lifts his wine bottle, and you eye it for a moment before nodding eagerly. His heart drops. He lowers the bottle, his voice growing darker – yet make no mistake. Behind his scowl and hardened eyes, his heart is beating a mile a minute, and his skin is burning impossibly hot. “Don’t you think you say yes a little too easily?”

“Uhm, but you saved me. You helped me, and this is how you want to be thanked.”

Rindou thinks his brain might short-circuit. You are definitely trouble.

“I could be more dangerous than him, you know,” he leans toward you menacingly to prove a point, but you don’t cower. Your breath hitches, and you clutch your bag tighter. But you don’t move away, and neither can he. Now that he’s closer, he can smell your strawberry scented perfume and he shuts his eyes, greedily inhaling the scent. Shit. He hasn’t even drunk anything, and he already feels intoxicated. Taking a step back for his own sanity, Rindou levels you a warning glare. “You really should be more careful, sweet. Perhaps it’ll lower the chances of you running into trouble.”

“Oh,” you look dejected, though he could just be imagining it. “Yeah, okay, uh... I’ll be more careful. Thank you again...?”

“Rindou.”

“Rindou,” you repeat, and he realizes his name sounds sweeter when you say. With a scrunch of your nose, you eye the wine in his hands again. “Will I see you again? I really want to thank you for your help.”

With such a sweet offer, how can he resist? He’d be stupid to say no – even if you were trouble, it’s fine. He wasn’t notorious for being a troublemaker for no reason anyway.

[sillygoofyqueer]

Silly fic idea for you:

SVSSS AU where Shen Yuan transmigrates as a half-human half-crow-demon Phantom thief character.

He doesn’t want to steal from Bing-ge, but his System makes him, and naturally Bing-ge ends up obsessed. Bing-ge keeps luring him into traps with shiny things he just can’t help but want!!! Stupid crow impulses. (That he kinda wants to see Binghe again is irrelevant, obviously).

This is SUPER silly. Anon, this is so funny, I feel like I simply have to write this now oh my god. The idea that Bing-ge is confused at first, and he then sees this super handsome half bird-half human-demon thing and is like "man I need to get me more shiny things, I want to keep this fucker". ALSO, (I've heard that) crows are quite intelligent and start leaving presents as a response to getting fed or being given shiny things, so it could also be something where Shen Yuan starts having the urge to give Bing-ge things back after receiving all these shiny things (better if he doesn't recognise most of the traps as traps, mistaking Bing-ge for being a generous demon who doesn't need all of the shiny stuff he takes) and starts giving him shit like rocks and plants and the cool parts of beasts he fights... It also can be silly no matter when in the timeline this happens - it could be during the QJ peak arc where Shen Yuan sneaks around because he wants to see the awesome protagonist up close! The first time he steals something from Bing-ge, it's something super dumb like a particularly shiny rock or a coin that the boy left lying around, and Bing-ge's quickly like "??? The fuck just happened?" so he sets up a trap with the axe he uses for chopping wood (kind of rusty but still useable and particularly shiny). After that, it's chaos of trying to keep Shen Yuan the demon hidden while also stopping him from stealing other shiny things (cultivator's swords and such). Liu Qingge finds Shen Yuan trying to steal one of the swords he was gifted after saving a village and is also like "??? Kill?" It can also be after the Endless Abyss, when Bing-ge is like a demon lord and just has shiny stuff lying around. He throws it out occasionally and one day, while doing this, he notices a certain person swooping in and grabbing one of the shiny things. More antics ensue but I don't want to crash my laptop lmao (Which one would you rather me do, anon? Before the Endless Abyss, or after? Or both??) {part one! Part two, part three, part four, part five, part six, part seven!} [This gorgeous fanart from @slurmdog that's making me go insane here] [More awe inducing fanart from @moonlightobsessions that has made me pass out here]

[blindmagdalena]

can plz I request homelander waking up reader in the middle of the night bcuz he’s hôrnyyy !!

18+, f!reader, somnophilia. Homelander doesn't need much sleep. Vought always chalked it up to being simply unnecessary, given the sheer amount of Compound V in his system. Whether he sleeps for two hours or eight, his powers function just the same. That was all that ever mattered to them. It was better that way. Fewer nightmares. And then you came along, and that began to change. The nightmares lessened. Nowadays, he generally sleeps however long you do, but old habits die hard. Tonight, Homelander finds himself wide awake at about three in the morning, cuddled up against your back.

Homelander sighs, nuzzling at the back of your neck, then your bare shoulder. The weight of you in his arms is a constant, warm comfort, the smell of you intoxicating. He's not even sure if he could sleep at all without you anymore. Even the way you snore endears him. Absently, he begins to run his hand along your naked side, tracing the slopes of your body from your ribs to your outer thigh, then back up. He's always run warmer than you. He can feel little goosebumps prickling along your skin where he touches you, featherlight and perhaps a little ticklish. He can't believe how soft you are. At times he feels like every curve of you was made for him. Given the chance, he can't help but explore you. You make a soft sound in your sleep, giving him pause. The corner of his mouth quirks slightly. Hmm... Homelander kisses the junction between your neck and your shoulder, ghosting his hand back down your body. On the slide back up, he cups your breast. He thumbs gently at your nipple, coaxing it hard. His cock gives an answering throb at the feel of it, of your body responding to him involuntarily, even in your sleep. "Babe," he whispers against your skin. No response. He licks his lips, his own heart rate picking up. It's beginning to feel like an exciting game of sorts. He moves his hand a touch more firmly down your body, over your stomach, and down further until his fingertips brush your clit. He begins rubbing slow, gentle circles while kissing a line from your shoulder to your throat. And then you moan so very sweetly, a breathy sound pulled from you, even as you sleep. Homelander bites down hard on his tongue, holding you against him as he grinds against the curve of your ass. He's achingly hard now, riled up by his little game far more than he expected to be. "Babe," he murmurs, louder now. "Honey... Wake up," he says, breath tickling the shell of your ear. He rubs a little firmer between your thighs, coaxing you in more ways than one. With a sharp inhale, you finally wake, bleary and confused. "Mmm, wha—Nnnngh..." you moan, reflexively grabbing him by the wrist. You feel hot all over, coming out of sleep with a feverish need already in full gear. Your mind practically runs a gauntlet to catch up. Homelander exhales a heated sigh along your neck. He uses the arm crooked under you to catch hold of your jaw and turn your head to face him, leaning over to kiss you fervently. "Need you," he murmurs between kisses. "Body so goddamn perfect, you know that? Fuck, couldn't help myself," he says, the words tumbling out in an urgent stream of hunger.

Still half asleep, you reach between your legs, beyond his hand, and grasp blindly at his cock, surprising a breathless little moan out of him. Parting your thighs, you guide his cock between them, and then tighten them back together. You press your hand overtop his. "Don't stop," you tell him, voice wrung with sleep and arousal in equal parts. Immediately, Homelander resumes massaging circles over your clit, stopping only briefly to bring his hand up to his lips, sucking them into his mouth to wet them before he puts them right back to work. Simultaneously, he starts thrusting against you, fucking the plush, warm space between your thighs, your cunt wet and perfectly soft along the top of his cock. "Uuhhnn, fuck, fuck," he moans, moving his hand from your jaw to your throat, holding you firm against him as his pace quickens, thrusts turning jagged the closer he climbs to his release. He's bringing you to the edge with him, fingering your clit with such deft precision that you're starting to feel lightheaded— though that could also be from the divine grip he has on your throat. "John," you whimper, clinging to both of his wrists, your skin pricking, pressure building. You're fully awake now, but helpless to the onslaught of pleasure. "Oh, god, John. That feels so f-fucking good, gonna make me— make me—" Homelander doesn't get to hear the rest of it, but he feels it. He feels your whole body lock up like a vice, your hold on his wrists tightening, your nails biting ineffective crescents into his invulnerable skin. He feels your clit throb wildly, but it's your pussy soaking and convulsing along the top of his cock that hurls him over the precipice of his own release. He comes messily into the space between your thighs, load after load spilling out from between them, dripping down your skin. He forgets to breathe for a solid minute, the orgasm shaking him to his core. Finally, he sucks in a shaky breath, exhaling roughly as he gently rocks his hips into the wet mess he's made of your thighs, relinquishing his hold on your throat, burying his face into your neck. The two of you spend a few moments just breathing, gradually floating down from the high of it, peaceful silence falling over you both. Homelander nuzzles you, smiling dreamily in the aftermath of his pleasure. "Good morning," he murmurs, kissing your neck. You lift your head just enough to catch a look at the clock. "Absolutely not," you respond, words half slurred. "It's barely 4AM. Get me a towel, I'm going back to sleep," you inform him, putting your head right back down on the pillow. Homelander laughs, adjusting his arms around you to embrace you, squeezing you briefly against him. "Pretty good way to wake up if you ask me." "Try it again in four hours," you respond, jelly-limbed in his arms. Homelander grins, broad and predatory. "Is that permission?" "Mmmhm," you hum, already forgetting about the mess between your legs as you fade back into sleep, walloped by one of the most intense orgasms of your life. "Perfect," Homelander purrs, kissing your cheek. "Sleep tight." Now he's really got something to look forward to.

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gncrezan get behind me the girlies CANNOT be normal about this poll 🤺🤺

LMFAOOOO i don't think i made clear enough that this poll is genuinely low stakes, i enjoy talking about it !!! and i like to see what others also think of the situation!! it's obviously a very complicated one which is why people are defending their takes in the tags (thanks everyone the 200 word tag thinkpiece is literally exactly what i wanted from this you've fallen into my trap)

if anything the poll has shown that sevenmancers are stronger than me. schrodinger's cat of a RO like you don't know if you've bagged them or not until you check the metaphorical bag

[the-eclectic-wonderer]

is there anything golden girls you have Lots of Thoughts on that you haven't got to talk about fully or been asked about yet? consider this a free space to share those thoughts.

Anon, this question is essentially a declaration of love to me. You couldn't have made me happier. I am kissing you on the lips (or going to buy the best cheesecake in the world for you, your pick).

After some deliberation, I ended up choosing a subject I've been thinking about (and mentioning on here) ever since my first watch-through of the series, i.e. why a queer reading of Dorothy, Blanche and Rose doesn't only make sense because of their interactions with each other, but is actually in line with their journey as characters, the challenges they face, and the overall tune of the show. It seems like I ended up writing a short essay about it, so I'm putting it all under a cut. Hope you enjoy!

Ok, so, I'd like to make a little premise first. I love the platonic view of the show. I'm always always fond of stories that celebrate the importance of platonic bonds. If anything I'm sort of annoyed that they sometimes use familial language (they're ‘sisters’, Sophia loves them 'as her own') to symbolize their love for one another, but I understand why they chose to use it -- it's a quick way to communicate profound affection to the audience, and especially to the audience at the time.

That being said, I feel like a queer romantic view of the bond between Dorothy, Rose, and Blanche is equally poignant -- and of course it's especially dear to me, as a queer woman. For one thing, it’s still in tune with the core message of the show: whatever kind of affection they feel for one another, they’re still an unusual unit by societal standards, and yet there's no doubt that they’re the most important people in each other’s life (in fact, one could argue that they are, in canon, what today we'd call a QPR, but I digress). They love each other, they're committed to each other, they share their lives, in a way that doesn't conform to societal standards.

Dorothy sums it up very well in her speech in S7E4 That’s For Me To Know: they’re not a conventional family, but theirs is a real, honest love. This is a message that feels very in tune with the queer experience: how many of us have been told that our loves, our identities, our relationships and our (chosen) families aren’t real? Not to mention some of the problems they face: how many queer people have been kept apart from their loved ones in the hospital because they weren't related? How many have gone through the anxiety of an HIV test? I'm not surprised the show resonated so much with queer people in the 80s/90s, and I'm not surprised it still does.

Dorothy

What about the characters themselves? Let's start with Dorothy, since I've already spoken a bit about her in the past. Dorothy's character journey is, in essence, a journey towards self-discovery, self-acceptance, and self-love. She begins the show as a recently divorced woman who has been with the same horrid man for her entire adult life, a man she married in a hurry because he got her pregnant at 17; her self-esteem is on the floor. She doesn't know what being loved in a romantic sense means. Through living with the Girls she learns how to take back what she's lost; how to feel secure in her sexuality and attractiveness, how to love herself more, and (as a consequence of this self-love) how to open herself up to the world and other people. She even states so in the series finale:

We've all learned a lot from each other. I mean, Ma taught me life does not end because you've reached a certain age. And I've become much more comfortable with my sexuality because of Blanche. And Rose has taught me… Rose has taught me... [...] Anyway, because of them I feel that I'm ready to love you. (S7E25 One Flew Out Of The Cuckoo's Nest)

This is a queer-aligned narrative already!! Years and years of sacrifice and repression followed by a journey towards self-discovery thanks to love, support, and a sense of community? That's queer, baby! I particularly like the interpretation of Dorothy as a repressed lesbian because I feel like it fits very well with her character traits, but honestly, any queer reading of her fits as well. Having her realize that she is queer and eventually choose to act on it would have been a great way to reinforce her character journey.

It also would have added some amazing layers to her whole backstory, both as pertains to her marriage (doesn't it all feel more tragic, if you think of her as a repressed lesbian?) and, for example, to her friendship with Jean (how would she have felt seeing her friend be openly gay while she denied the same truth about herself?). I just think there's lots and lots that could be explored when we consider Dorothy in this lens.

Blanche

On to Blanche. A lot of Blanche's character traits (her vanity, her self-centeredness, her need to be the center of attention in a positive way) stem, I feel, from the way she was treated in her childhood and from two pivotal episodes in her life: the 'disappearance' of her Mammy and George's death. Her stories about her childhood (especially the ones she tells when her sisters are involved in an episode) make it seem as if her parents, while affectionate (Big Daddy especially), weren't exactly involved; she had to fight for their attention in constant competition with her siblings, particularly her sisters. There were only two people in her life whose love didn't feel dependent on her performance, her Mammy and George, and they both disappeared from her life abruptly and without any warning.

What does this teach a person? That they have to be the most attractive version of themselves at all times; that they need to be very careful with how they present themselves in society, so that they may always appear as the best within the bunch; that even the people who seem to love them unconditionally can leave them at any minute. The end result is Blanche, the woman in the mask. She seems very open in her attitude, especially towards the sexual sphere of life, but she's open in the same way the titular character of Fleabag is open:

Yeah, I think she’s using a certain type of honesty as a weapon of distraction. She talks very openly and honestly about sex so you feel like she’s being open with you when, actually, she’s completely hiding by doing that. She’s distracting you from a completely different side of her, which is the side that’s traumatized and in pain. (from this interview to Phoebe Waller-Bridge)

In truth, she's always very attentive to the way she presents herself to others, because she's afraid that people will turn away from her if she steps out of her persona. Look at what she says to her Mammy in S6E5 Wham, Bam, Thank You, Mammy:

You didn't even say goodbye. I woke up one morning, and you were gone. I loved you. I spent the next few years wondering what I'd done, what I'd said to make you leave me.

She's convinced (until this episode, at least) that she was abandoned by someone she loved so dearly because of something she'd done. And, well, George's death is a bit of a different thing, but also... do you think she hasn't spent long, sleepless nights wondering what would have happened if she'd convinced him not to go wherever he was going? If she'd gone with him? If she'd made different choices, if she'd said different things, if she'd been better?

What does all this have to do with queerness? Well... we know that some of Blanche's issues manifest in her constant concern with how society perceives her. This ranges from her search for rich and sophisticated men to parade around to her struggle to accept Rebecca's decision to undergo artificial insemination -- not to mention how she reacts to Clayton's coming out and especially to his decision to marry Doug. If that was how she reacted to a member of her family proudly coming out as gay, how would she react to the realization that she might also be queer in some way?

I figure the steps would be her usual ones -- denial denial denial, fear of judgement, bargaining with herself, eventual acceptance and even pride -- but with the added complexity of having to deal with something that concerns her and her desires. Not her daughter, not her brother, her. If she comes out and/or acts on her attraction, any eventual consequence from a societal standpoint would be due to her actions, not a reflection of someone close to her, and I feel like that would be interesting to explore. We already know she can get over her fear and prejudices when it comes to the people she loves; can she do the same for herself? I like to think she would, eventually, overcome her need for societal approval, just like she (sort of) does in the show, and the journey there would be fascinating from a character standpoint.

Rose

What about Rose? There's a minor thread in her character journey that's about fear of intimacy due to Charlie's death, but it gets resolved pretty early on (apart from an episode in S7, but I feel like that's more of a momentary setback than anything major). Apart from this, I think her character growth is about becoming bolder: more sure of herself, better at advocating for herself and her loved ones, better at asking people to respect her needs and wants.

This is a very minor spoiler for The Golden Palace, so thread with a pinch of caution, but -- in it, Dorothy is shocked that Rose became strong, and while I understand her surprise, I don't think that's necessarily the right word to use. Rose is meek, and gentle, and she certainly wasn't at her best at the beginning of the show (S1E9 Break In and S1E22 Job Hunting are proof enough), but I think we forget that she's overcome a lot throughout her life. It takes a strong person to recognize that her home is too filled with grief to keep living there, and uproot her whole life (leaving behind her whole community and support system) to begin to heal:

The winters are rough, here in Minnesota, and this place is too filled with memories to let me get on with my life. I need to start over without you, Charlie, and I think this is the best way. (from S2E25 A Piece Of Cake)

I think she's always been a tough cookie, and remarkably in touch with her emotions, even if her grief for Charlie momentarily weakened her. Living with the Girls helps her get her conviction back and gain the newfound boldness she needs to know she has a spine of steel and use it when the moment calls for it.

Realizing that she might be queer would encourage her in this journey towards boldness, I feel. I don't think she'd have any internal hang-ups like Dorothy and Blanche would (her sort of reticence towards homosexuality in the show seems like it comes from a place of ignorance, rather than repression), but we know she can be sensitive to societal perception, even if not at Blanche's level (see S1E13 A Little Romance), and a queer relationship is the sort of thing that, unfortunately, invites a lot of societal scrutiny. The need to be there and ensure the safety and happiness of her partner(s) would embolden her to show her strength and aid her journey as a character.

Sophia

As an addendum: what would a coming out from any of her three Girls (Dorothy especially) mean for Sophia? In the show she's always supportive of homosexuality:

Jean is a nice person; she just likes girls instead of guys. Some people like cats instead of dogs. Frankly, I'd rather live with a lesbian than a cat. Unless a lesbian sheds, that I don't know. I'll tell you the truth, Dorothy. If one of my kids was gay, I wouldn't love him one bit less. I would wish him all the happiness in the world. (S2E5 Isn't It Romantic?)

That's what Doug and Clayton want, too. Everyone wants someone to grow old with. And shouldn't everyone have that chance? (S6E14 Sisters Of The Bride)

However, she's also shown to have some hang-ups when it comes to this sort of thing. Her issues with Phil's cross-dressing are the best example, but I'd count her attitude towards Rose while they're waiting for her AIDS test results in the mix, too. I wonder if a coming out from (one of) her Girls would prove more difficult to handle? I have no doubts that she'd come around in the end, of course -- I just wonder if she might have to work at it a bit first (and if her reaction to Dorothy coming out would be any different from her reaction to Blanche and/or Rose coming out).

Sophia's journey in the show is subtle, and the one I find harder to pinpoint. My personal opinion is that she gradually becomes softer around the edges, more open and openly vulnerable with the Girls; she gets more playful, more relaxed, more in her element as the show progresses. I think it's possible that a coming out from (one of) her Girls would encourage this progression towards openness; having her loved ones confide in her about something so personal would invite more confidence from her part too.

Whew, that was a long answer! It's a mess and I'm sure there's lots more that could be explored -- these are just some of my thoughts finally put on paper. If anyone has anything to add (or any contrasting opinion too!!) I'd love to read what you think!! In the meantime, anon, thank you so much for this ask. You seriously made my week!

[wispscribbles]

hi i hope this isn’t annoying and i am taking all my bravery just to do this off anon, however i just stumbled across your account this morning and read all of NRFTW in one sitting and this is the first time in so long ive read a whole fanfic, LET ALONE one that made me gasp out loud and giggle to myself and ALL THAT CRAZY SHIT!! your writing is what i aspire to reach (as one writer to another)! all the callbacks and flashbacks were so perfectly placed and written. reading that was truly a fuckin MAGICAL experience dude. keep it up man :3

Aaaah thank you so much!!! No need to be nervous writing me, I love receiving asks (but also, I get it, I’m the same) - and asks about NRFTW??? My bread and butter, I am so so happy that people are continually finding and enjoying that fic. I put my sweat, tears and half a year into that thing, and while I keep finding more and more flaws if I read through it, I still think it makes up for it with… soul?? Idk, I’m just happy that it’s a good read for so many folks. To hear I can inspire you and your writing is genuinely all I could hope for. I’m still learning and working to improve - we’re out here together !! Thanks again, and good luck writing 🫡❤️❤️

I hope it’s ok that I answer these asks in a single post - they have a bit of a theme, so it feels right

That’s dedicated reading! It’s fun to see ppl reading it in a few hours - makes me think of the poor souls who waited from chapter to chapter. ANYWAY, thank you so much for reading!! I kinda hope I’m struck by inspiration to write more for that universe some day, but everything was wrapped up fairly neatly, so it’d almost be a shame. We’ll see! (I think the characters would prefer if I let them be, given my tendency to… blow stuff up) (in fics!) Thank you for sending an ask my way ❤️

@maraskywalkers hiii!! Thank youuuu !!!! I’m so happy you enjoyed it 🥰 It’s nice not being alone in enjoying something a little more soft for ghoap, despite the nature of canon. Thanks for reading !!

@sir-boggy-himself (GREAT name, Sir Boggy) Thank you for reading! In one sitting, too?? There’s something so fun in knowing some folks experienced that whole thing in one go, that’s gotta give some emotional whiplash along the way 😭 I’m happy you enjoy both the art and the fics. I hope I can keep making good stuff 🥹 Thanks again !!!

[eeblouissant]

[Femme!Dorothy anon, this is a long mess and I wish I could articulate myself better because your thiughts are so interesting] yes exactly. Dorothy doesn't want to be associated with anything masculine, and she genuinely is not masculine. She wears the occasional tie and is straightforward and that's it. She is in no way masc in style or behaviour other than being tall with a deep voice. In fact she's very feminine, her style is entirely conventionally on trend femme as a younger woman and as an older woman she is still clearly feminine just not trendily so (her silhouettes are from older decades and her overall style is very unique for the time yet today looks almost proto Boho in certain respects- imagine a modern substitute arts teacher in a getup of hers.). Why it changed is something you nailed, the divorce hit her self esteem hard and I think facing the reality of that plus how she's treated in general drove her from her ideal style, she gets actively laughed at and mocked when she dresses up. So she's retreated to a compromise, a safe style that she feels comfortable in. I can't articulate my thoughts on the change in her whenever she feels nice in a glitzy gown but I know you'll see where I'm trying to go and how important those glimpses are. And to go back to behaviour, this is why I was actually thinking exactly of the scenario you brought up with the strap. She's a feminine woman who has spent most of her life not being seen as either of those things (and then having both tied to a teenaged pregnancy and marriage which is another depressing complication, her femininity and womanhood are by association denigrated as bad choices, moral failings to be redeemed by being a good mother and wife. what does it mean when Stan cheated on her, in this context?). Dorothy wants to be treated as a desirable woman, a lady, and that goes further than wanting to be seen as pretty in a dress. It's also why I think Rose would understand her far easier than Blanche, why I think Blanche would actually trigger her at some point, because Blanche blatantly sees Dorothy as a masculine figure. She puts Dorothy in a protector role, at times almost desexualizes her because of how she's masculinized her. I don't say this as hate, I love Blanche, but Blanche comes from such a specific and different world to the others and its not out of hate that she does it either, it's simply how Dorothy currently fits into her understanding of the world with the tools she's been given. That's really a whole other topic and I don't want to just shove a whole thesis at you that you might not agree with so back to the original point. Yeah, Dorothy wouldn't in a million years want to wear a strap or have a partner assume she wants to lead/top/penetrate. It would be so deeply, deeply humiliating to her in that context and the opposite of healing. You portrayed the exact opposite of this perfectly in your recent fic, you get what her fantasy would be. And I've vomited so many half formed thoughts at you I'm going to stop talking now. The only thing I want to bring up before I shut up is when they're in the Rusty Anchor bathroom because it kills me everytime on so many levels, seeing Blanche wrestle with actually seeing Dorothy as a beautiful feminine woman, how Dorothy clearly understands how Blanche usually sees her, and Dorothy saying she's jealous of Blanche every day of her life because God, that scene is practically this conversation we're having distilled with how the world sees Dorothy and how much pain that causes her. [This message is all over the place and so long. Please feel free to delete it or only quote little parts. It boils down to me thinking you're so right with your headcanons and meta.]

oh anon 🥹🥹🥹 hand in marriage asap because you just get me - oh my god, how could I ever delete or ignore an ask like this !!!!! I absolutely live for your thoughts always (I am in love, seriously, where do I even begin?)

Honestly - and this might be insane so hear me out - would it be too crazy to say that I think those few times when Dorothy does wear elements of a “masculine” outfit, it could possibly be tied back to her own internal struggle with how she presents herself & how she’s perceived? Like, she thinks that maybe the bullying will quit if she gives in and embraces it, if she takes it back and tries to make it something she’s in control of, to try and enjoy something she feels so deeply uncomfortable with (story of her life tbh) because maybe she’ll be able to drown it out then???? are we seeing the vision … just a little thought that came up after reading that first bit, I like angst a normal amount. I feel like there’s definitely a shift away from that “masc energy” as the show goes on but maybe I’m nuts - of course it could have been for many different reasons !!! But I do think it’s mostly a show of growth & shedding those insecurities / stereotypes / etc.

YES !!!!!!!!!! oh my god dorothy fits the 1920s silhouette sooooo soso well & I think that’s what she would say she gravitates toward if asked (on the surface of course. We know by now that the layers & hiding herself is a result of her past and the constant bullying - I do believe that she may also just genuinely find comfort in dressing this way on some level, I don’t think it’s all negative, but it is definitely rooted in insecurity. The fact that she isn’t the bitter type, going on and on about the body she used to have & how she used to look, is kind of shocking to me ? But also a very good example of her gentle nature!!!!! she’s a lot more sensitive and “submissive” than she lets on imo. Very very gentle soul, she is not what she makes people think she is and it’s so devastating to watch her never let that go in canon because we all know she never will.)

Oh my god exactly exactly exactly — like a lady !!!! I’m so glad you brought up Blanche here (and to the blanche enthusiasts, I’m sorry in advance, look away…) because, listen. I have and will always have a problem with the way blanche literally bully’s her constantly & also ropes rose into it a lot ??? like, does dorothy fire back at her just as harshly, yes. Is it (playfully) deserved on both sides sometimes, yes. But holy hell - it seems like every time blanche fires an insult at Dorothy it gets her right in that delicate place because she always puts up her walls so quickly, like she’s genuinely being attacked. And especially having comments like those come from someone like Blanche - the absolute opposite of everything Dorothy has ever been told is wrong with her. Can you even begin to imagine? This has been talked about a few times in the fandom but it’s a subject that makes me especially upset. Blanche is just so unreasonably harsh. I don’t blame Dorothy for some of the things she says to her sometimes I’m sorry 😭🤚🏻. That ep where they were sitting a the table talking about what they’d say at each others eulogy’s , after Blanche said she always felt safe with Dorothy in the house? Yeah, I dont blame her for throwing out that last comment, I would’ve too. Like wow, okay… ( for the record dorothy is not like exempt from also being nasty sometimes, she’s made some insane comments as well 😭)

Blanche most definitely triggers her, many many times we see it!!! It’s so heartbreaking and I could write an essay on the whole subject. And she HAS to be aware of how severe Dorothy’s insecurities are, Blanche is far from oblivious. She’s not stupid, the whole thing is kind of sick. Petition to stop beating Dorothy into the ground please ??????????? Holy hell ???? I absolutely 100% agree with you anon and feel very strongly about the subject. Of the four of them Dorothy gets it the worst idc - it’s sooooooo heartbreaking because she’s the last of them that can handle it, deep down. Yet another topic I could talk about for hours!!!!

I have manyyyyyyyyyyy many things to say on Dorothy’s insecurities playing a massive role in how she views & feels about sex but I’ll save them for my side account, for now know that you are SO correct anon - it absolutely would be humiliating for her (incredible choice of words btw - holy that was so spot on) and would most definitely end in tears. I’ve brought it up five million times now & I promise I’ll shut up until it’s actually published but this is expanded on in the second chapter of that same fic !! Promise to actually post it soon and stop teasing it every other post haha

[ssreeder]

rereading one of the best pieces of literature ever made (liab) and godddddd it's so good like I remembered it being great but really it's so so good. also your writing has improved so so much your style your everything oh chefs kiss !!

AWWWWWW SHUCKS YOURE SO NICE THIS IS SUCH A NICE ASK AWWWWW IM BLUSHING :):):):)

(& omg thank you for the compliment on my writing! I am so sure it has improved over the years,,, I had no idea what I was doing in the beginning ahhh and I still don’t know what I’m doing but at least I have grasped the basic concept after a million words haha)

[saltymongoose]

wuh ohs!! sum of task force 141 is now in nevada!! and with player!! whatever will happen??

this iz an exxcuse to talk about Ghost Soap and Price abouts their reaction to nevada and our token nevadeans™

( this is about call of duty if ur unsure just wanted to place thiz lil note )

Oo, I was wondering if I was gonna get an ask about these guys. :)

To start off with, I think a large part of the 141's reaction to this whole situation depends on if they're also self-aware to some extent. You only play as Gaz and Soap within the MWII remake's campaign, so they're the best contenders for this since you'd have direct control over them. However, you're also in close proximity with Price and Ghost when you play as them, so given the whole "being near the Player's vessel = feeling some warmth" rule, they'd have to be aware that something's up. Plus, who knows if they'd be self-aware themselves from the multiplayer (as everyone in the 141 is an operator).

(More Under the Cut - this got extremely long. Basically fic length lol. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

If they were, then you'd be met with less skepticism when you explain who you are, and they would probably grow to trust you within a shorter period of time. It's less of a shock because they know you've always been there, fighting by their sides.

However, we're not gonna go too far into that (for now anyway lol) as this is very unlikely; the only reason the grunts became aware of you was that the Auditor decided to strengthen your connection to Nevada, and the world of CoD doesn't have that. The Employers' growing need to be closer to you motivated the Auditor and the others to tether your realities together in a stronger way, while I can't think of any reason for that to be the case with Task Force 141's universe.

In any case, you're definitely going to be questioned by them when they find you because they know damn well this isn't normally what Nevada looks like - or any place on earth, for that matter. And as the only human being they've seen in this wasteland so far, you might have something to do with them being there.

That's the line of logic they're coming from, and while it's completely understandable, it's also false to some degree. (Yes, you know who they are. No, you don't know why they're here. No, you don't know how they got here either, etc, etc.) This is where you have to basically give them a summary of who you are and what your role technically is in games. While this definitely gives them something of an existential crisis (nothing like being told your reality is nothing but a short game made for another human's entertainment), it definitely clears the air. You even talk about how you have positively zero experience with combat (before now, anyway), and reveal all of your more supernatural abilities with little hesitancy. You're laying all your cards out on the table for Price and his men to pick through as they please, and your being an open book is enough to get them to steer the conversation away from the interrogation-like territory it began with.

This opens the door to actually forming bonds with the 141, and although it will take quite a while for all of them to trust you like they would one of their own (Ghost especially), it'll happen. However, the closer you get with the Task Force, the less your own grunts feel the need to be amicable with them.

Even beginning their interactions, I don't think the boys would like them at all. Disdain would be a more fitting word; not only do these armored, dangerous people just decide to interrogate you (who's perfectly innocent), but they have the nerve to stick around afterward and get all buddy-buddy with you. It's annoying at best, and rage-inducing at worst.

To get to how they'd react to the Taskforce and vise-versa, we'll start with 2BDamned.

Doc is the leader of the four grunts you're with, and you're his superior in every way he believes possible. He's the first to praise your strategic expertise to the 141 in a way that's professional (he's sure you warranted more than the excited gloating of Deimos or Sanford), and will subtly brag about how much you've helped them. Yet, he finds himself getting unreasonably angry when the Captain of the 141, Price, does the same. And now that Price knows that you're the reason Gaz and Soap have managed to stay alive as long as they have (one of the reasons ofc - they're skilled, but he still likes ribbing on them), he's immensely grateful towards you, which translates into explicit trust and praise on his part. Not too much of the latter, but it's enough to convey how much he appreciates your help.

But Doc subconsciously takes Price's sort of mirroring of his own actions as something of a threat. Price has almost the same exact role in his group as Doc does with your group, so his doing all of this must be an attempt to sway you towards the 141 and himself. Plus, it's just not the same. Price's comments do not truly reflect how grateful he should be towards you, or how much value you have. So the fact that you take notice, even looking away bashfully before saying thank you whenever you're hit with a short compliment from the man, is enough to boil his blood. Even worse is that he knows what he's thinking is very slightly irrational, but the jealousy (and possessiveness) is enough to override any real rationality here.

Honestly, what makes it funnier is that Price actually respects 2B in his own way. It's obvious that you're the boss here, but he knows better than anyone how difficult it is to wrangle a group of very different people to get them to work together. So, both the Captain and 2BDamned view each other as similar, but for very different reasons. Where in one it inspires a sense of relatability, or even empathy, in the other it just fills them with jealousy.

As for Soap and Gaz, Doc finds them strikingly similar to Deimos and Sanford in how they'll joke around and be very open with you (Soap more so than Gaz). It's annoying because now he has to deal with two more outgoing people trying to get your attention all the time, and succeeding most of the time. While he's trying to find a way to peel them (and his own squad, to be frank) away from your side so you can get some time away with him to decompress, they're just content with trying to get to know you both better. It's not like Doc wants to make himself appear impolite, but he has zero patience for their antics. With Sanford and Deimos, he kind of has to have a good relationship with them for work, but the last thing 2B needs is two other people who have no consequence on his mission trying to impede it. Or at least, that's the justification he uses for being obtuse around them in response to their lackadaisical attitudes.

Although, it's not like Soap really cares about what opinion Doc has of him. In his eyes, their main priority is to (a) find a way to get home and (b) protect you (since you're not only their one ticket home but a really nice civilian who he wants to be friends with). So he'll just ignore whatever the tall grunt does, unless it comes out as a threat of course. Gaz feels a bit more threatened, probably because of all those parallels Doc has with his Captain, but he follows the lead of the others in his group by acting politely and disregarding any words and such against him. Plus, given how he's seen you chide Doc for being impolite (and the man give a rushed apology at that - which is really funny), he doubts anything more will come of it. Things are a bit tense, but that's alright.

With Ghost, I feel like the Lieutenant would instantly realize that there's some underlying reason why 2B has some restrained hostility towards the 141, and that it likely has to do with you. After being through what Ghost has in his history, he's got a pretty good "bullshit detector", so of course he'd notice how the grunt tenses up whenever you're mentioned, or how his grip tightens on whatever he's holding whenever you laugh with one of Soap's jokes. He thinks it's kind of weird, but it's obvious all of your grunts have a thing for you, so it makes enough sense. And he can put up with that. But what he can't deal with is any threats made to the 141. So he'll always be there watching, keeping an eye on things in case 2B or any of your little squad tries to do anything threatening. The 141's members can take care of themselves, but he's unwilling to let anything happen to them without his defense being there.

I think that in this case, Ghost is an even more menacing figure than Hank because at least Hank has a reason to keep Doc alive. This makes 2B a bit more hesitant to do anything rude, and I honestly think he kind of knows that Ghost is aware of what he feels for you. Perhaps not the complete depth of his affection, but enough to get an inkling as to why he acts the way he does. Which he can't tell is more or less threatening, since it just means they can be used for leverage. Although, it's not like he could do anything about the Task Force since it's obvious you like them and want to keep them around for now. So he'll continue being cordial and formal in all his interactions. It's what he does best, after all.

Moving on to Deimos and Sanford, they're more conflicted about this, because if this were any other circumstance, they might've even gotten along with the Task Force. They'd never admit it, but the Task Force is actually really easy to work with, and they can admire their skills. (And hey, at least Ghost bothers remembering which one of them is which, unlike a certain someone.)

However, like Doc, they feel like the Task Force is somehow threatening their own positions in your life, which sours their attitudes toward them. Deimos is kind of the unofficial "Funny Guy™️" in your life, so seeing Soap make you laugh and smile just makes it feel like something sharp is poking at his chest. God forbid if you laugh at Ghost's jokes too; once the masked man grows comfortable enough to tell his little quips it's over. You just find it so hilarious (especially with Soap's groaning about how bad they are), and you even follow up with your own. To Deimos, there's a sort of chemistry between you and the 141, and he doesn't like it. He isn't a very insecure person, but the fact that this whole situation is making him feel more uncertain about his future with you is something he hates.

With Sanford, he just disapproves of how close the 141 is getting to you. He respects Price, sure, and he can somewhat appreciate how the other three members of the 141 look out for you, but that's the thing; that is his job. It's Sanford's role to make your food, coffee, tea, whatever - not Gaz's or Ghost, or whoever else encroaches on his time with you. Protecting you from harm is something that he and Deimos do quite well, and they don't need anyone else trying to take their spotlight with that. Lord knows they have to deal with enough of that from Hank. Plus, there are some things regarding your friendship with the 141 that he (or any other grunt) can't compete with. You're all human. The 141 knows you better on a fundamental level because you come from a similar reality, and you are the same species. They probably are better at reading you and knowing what you like, and it pains him and Deimos whenever you make a reference to pop culture or something in your world and only the 141 understands. It makes him wonder how much he really knows you, and if he'd even be able to get everything about you. Because he really wants to; Sanford (and again, every other grunt in your entourage) seek to know you better than themselves, they want to have intimate knowledge about everything you are or want to be. And the fact that you're so different makes it difficult. The business with the 141 only makes it more painfully obvious.

Another issue for them is that it is generally hard to put a barrier between them and the 141. Sanford and Deimos are the more outgoing of your group, and as such, they're probably the first grunts that the Task Force feels comfortable trying to reach out to. Kind of like brothers in arms, except they're tall, grey Nevadans and not humans. (Hey, still better than Graves, right?) Soap and Gaz will be friendly with them, even Price in a more restrained way (professional, if you will), and Dei and San can't help themselves from responding in kind. Sure, they might kick themselves later when they find themselves getting really friendly, but it's hard to stop it from happening. Or they could convince themselves that becoming friends with the Task Force is a way to keep an eye on you when you're with the other team.

Either way, this won't prevent the lurking feelings of discomfort and envy they feel when they see you enjoying the company of the 141. But their hesitancy doesn't stop Soap and Gaz from treating them as they would any other combat team they work with, nor Price from including them in his strategies (that he works up with you, no doubt). This doesn't prevent Ghost from being more lax around them than with the other members of your group either, because he knows that Sanford and Deimos are the least likely to try anything. Not only because they want to do right by you, but because they're growing closer to the Task Force, albeit with great conflict. (He can relate; he felt much the same way when he had to work with Soap at first.)

For Soap and Gaz, they see San and Dei as sort of comrades (like the Los Vaqueros in a way), while Price kind of sees them as the sort of soldiers he'd worked with before. Perhaps not the types of people he'd hire for his own Task Force, but they remind him of those he interacted with in his time in the military. It's nostalgic, in a weird way. Especially since they're very far from human.

Now we have Hank. To put it shortly, compared to everyone else in your main group, Hank's approach is the direct opposite. He doesn't play nice with his own squad most of the time, why would he bother doing that with another group?

He doesn't see any benefit to having the 141 around and treats them as direct competition because that's what they are to him. To Hank, he can protect you and provide for you just fine on his own; you don't need anyone else, so he'll be there to whisk you away whenever they get too close. It doesn't matter if it's either of the Sergeants, Ghost, or Price, none of them should be spending large amounts time with you. There's no need. It's not like they have the same close bond that you share with him, nor do they have any deeper interest in you, so he doesn't see them as having any justifiable reason to be so buddy-buddy with you. It's a waste of your time for the benefit of theirs.

His behavior is centered around proving that he's better than them in nearly every conceivable way: more reliable than Price, more considerate and sweet than Gaz, better with combat than Soap and Ghost. He's obviously superior to them, so only pay attention to him, okay?

His mentality is very obvious, and it's insulting that the 141 find it more entertaining than anything. Soap will poke fun at you for having a guard dog, while Price will mention something about keeping him on a short leash. Gaz is more unsettled yet again, but confident that he won't do anything. He can't, not when you reprimand him every time he brings a knife or gun just too close to them. Ghost is significantly less amused, and the most likely to challenge his threats. In a rather smart move, he'll also point to you to show how much you disapprove of the tall grunt's actions, shaking his head at how Hank visibly wilts once he sees your disappointed stare.

You'd think that if he knew about how you wanted things to be nice with the 141, he'd care to put in more effort. But he won't, it's not in his nature. Instead, he'll just see to it that the threats happen behind closed doors. But Ghost will be there every step of the way, as a protector of his own squad and a helpful informant to you. Nobody likes a snitch, but seeing Hank try to make apologies to you is too good to pass up. A worthy punishment for threatening his squad, he'd say.

Besides, you're like the Captain of your grunts in a weird way, with how they listen to you. You might even deserve the title, with all your strategic expertise (which he knows he's seen now), and Soap has even taken to calling you that in jest a few times. And good Lieutenants always report to their superiors, right? So he's just acting according to the rules of the chain of command.

At the end of the day, for you, you have another group of individuals to help out, and ones that you've made friends with. Despite how much your grunts might dislike them, you've always been fond of Task Force 141, so getting to meet them is something you're excited about. Luckily for you, they quite like you as well. It's just those guard dogs of yours that seem to present a challenge, but they'd say you keep them trained well enough not to try anything too drastic. For now.

[Also, some general Nevada things regarding the 141 and their reaction:

They wouldn't like it there, it's too violent and they get enough of that at home. The landscape is fascinating but all of this stuff with the Nexus Core and the Employers is too complicated for them to want to deal with. Having you there makes it so much easier, so they appreciate you a lot (and want to protect you, since you're just an innocent civilian), but they would honestly much rather be home.

They're also somewhat horrified at the way grunts live. The only TV show that plays is Slaughter Time, and the predisposition to violence that all grunts seem to have is really concerning. It makes them more protective of you too, even throwing a few suspicious glances at your boys whenever they do something really harsh in combat. For once, they feel lucky that they're basically allies. Especially since Wimbleton can't die permanently, according to you. (Though Ghost is sure he can find a way to make that happen, if necessary lol.)]

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