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JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader(kinda implied kook)
Warnings: Smut, Dry Humping, Thigh Riding, Edging, lil bit of Daddy Kink, d/s Dynamics, Creampie, Papa Jay. Kinda Proofread.
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JJ hadnât even considered how difficult NNN would be, when the idea came up between him, John B, and Pope he thought it would be the easiest 40 bucks he had ever made. He didnât need to finish to have fun, he could make you come undone with two fingers, easy. However, he gravely underestimated how much you needed him to be inside you, no matter how many times he had you cumming on his fingers and tongue in a day, he would still have to hold back through all of your begging that night.
JJ hadnât noticed how much he spoiled you until now, he would have you underneath him or between him and a wall every day, sometimes twice if he could. And you had gotten used to that treatment. âBut what about me Jay?â You pouted, looking up to him with those big, sad eyes when you came to the Chateau that night, and he knew he messed up. There was no way he was gonna make it because he didnât realize he had you addicted to his cock until you were already fiending for it. All on account of his stupid bet.
And it just got harder from there.
Your lips grazed against the back of his neck, your hands feeling the tense muscles in his lower back as they danced across his skin, âPlease Jay, I canât wait, I want you now,â JJ held back a groan, his eyes fluttering shut when your hands made there way around to his front, hidden under his shirt where your fingers traced down his happy trail, testing him and pushing him further. He felt himself twitch in his cargo shorts, hardening almost immediately as your scent surrounded him, the feeling of your soft fingers almost sending him over the edge.
âItâs only day one Gorgeous, donât test me.â He stated, his hands stopping yours when your fingers began playing with the button on his shorts as if they had a mind of their own. You groan behind him, retracting your arms and the warmth that came with them from around him, crossing them over your chest teasingly.
âYou know I wonât tell them if you crack Jay, they would never know.â He sighed, head falling back before turning to watch you walk away from him, the sassy little swing in your hips almost making him jump at the offer. Almost.
But, his rejection sure as hell didnât stop you from trying, if anything it egged you on further.
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âWhat if I just sit on it Jay, Iâll warm you and when youâre about to cum Iâll get off Baby, I promise.â JJ chuckled at the desperate tone in your voice from below you, his head leant against the back of the couch displaying his Adamâs apple that bounced up and down every time your hips moved against him again. âPlease Jay, I wanna feel you.â
âNuh uh Princess, I know you canât control yourself,â He laughed through a groan, the desperation of his voice making you speed up, proving him right. The friction building between you two becoming too much for him, your hips speeding up even more to chase the high he canât have. He watches your chest rise and fall quicker as you drop your head into his shoulder, whining in his ear the closer you get to your release. You can feel him twitching against your clothed cunt every time you clench against nothing.
âCan you feel how wet I am for you through my underwear Jay?â His teeth dig into his bottom lip so hard he tastes blood, heâs testing himself now seeing how close he can get to the edge before he stops himself. Part of him just wants to let it happened, but he canât lose in the first week, he would never hear the end of it, âFuck Baby I am so sorry.â He groaned into your neck, tugging you up by your hips, moving to the side and aggressively pushing you down to reconnect with his thigh.
His large hands keep your rhythm when you falter, pushing you and tugging you against his thigh, pulling whines from your throat and making you twitch in his lap. Your fingers tangle into his hair, tugging on it uncontrollably while the band in your abdomen tightens. Your slick coats his leg forcing him to bite into your shoulder to control himself, whining into your flesh every time your knee brushes his tip, edging himself even further. You stutter and gasp, twitching against his thigh and soaking his shorts, his hands slow with your hips speed. Your watery eyes looked to him and his dick strained against his zipper further.
âYouâre taking this so seriously, if I wasnât so pissed at you Iâd actually be kind of proud,â Your voice was breathy and came out strained, your glossy eyes held onto his, the little pout you had making him twitch and groan.
âIâm pissed at myself too,â He sighed, letting his head fall back into the crook of your neck, âIâll tell yaâ what, if JB breaks soon, Iâll let Pope win and then you can ride me all you want Mama.â
âReally?! For me?â You squeak, so excited you would be embarrassed if you werenât with JJ, âFuck youâre amazing you know that?â You squealed, wrapping your arms around his neck, letting your fingers tangle into his hair again. Your soaked panties rubbing against his still hard cock, mixed with the sting your nails left at the base of skull forcing a whimper from his throat, and you know right then there is no way he is lasting the whole month.
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âCleo just texted me and Sarah, she broke Pope,â You giggled, typing away on your phone, his blue eyes watching you more intently than usual, just as they had been for the last ten days, âI kinda thought he would beat you both honestly.â You stated, tossing your phone beside you on the bed he made his before crawling over his thighs, his semi-hard cock already pressing against your entrance when you settle. He was so used to fucking you every night before you both slept in each otherâs arms, that his body seemed to be prepared for it. Every time he looked at you recently he felt like he was about to bust, he was never doing this again. He decided he wouldnât even be taking a trip without you ever again.
âDo you wanna fuck me now Jay?â Your breath fans across his ear and JJ bangs his head against the bed frame with a groan, your lips trail down the warm, salty skin on his neck stopping at the spot he loved the most and licking a stripe back up to his ear. You were desperate he could tell, and he absolutely loved it, and hated not being able to take care of it.
âBaby, you know I said if JB breaksâŠ.â He sighs into your skin, âNow I gotta win Princess, especially now that I know you thought I would lose.â
âNooo, Jay, you can not imagine how horny I have been without you inside me,â you whined against the shell of his ear, exaggerating your neediness only a bit to try and get him to crack, âI wonât tell, not even Sarah.â
âOh but Baby, thatâs not winninâ,â He tsked, grabbing your cheeks, tugging your pouting face away and forcing eye contact, âIf you wait Iâll use the bet money on anything you want.â
âI jusâ want you Daddy please.â You gripped his shoulders, thinking you knew exactly what the nickname would get you. Your teeth bit into your bottom lip as you began to rock your hips slightly, wanting him to finally give you what you want.
âOh so thatâs what youâre gonâ do huh?â His head tilted, slipping into his more dominant personality on instinct, his jaw twitching, his large hand gripping your hair in a flash, tugging it back and exposing your neck to him, âYou canât play that card and win Princess you know Iâm in charge here.â He whispered into the flesh of your neck before his lips began their assault, sending a shiver down your spine and heating your abdomen even more than it had been.
âDo you want me to make it even worse for you Gorgeous,â he teased, âYou can join me in this bet if thatâs what you really want? Iâll bring you right up to the edge,â he whispered, his free hand slowly falling into your shorts to tease the hem of your underwear, âAnd then pull you right back with me.â He finished with a chuckle, snapping his hand out of your shorts, leaving you whining and wiggling against him.
âThatâs no fair, you always make me cum, even when youâre mad.â You lean away from him and he lets you, resting you on his thighs before crossing your arms across your chest in the teasing way you know he likes. Shoving your breasts together right in his face, playing up the bratty attitude to get what you want.
âI make you cum when youâre good, and since you chose to pull out the Daddy card when you know damn well I canât slip out of control until I finish,â He sighed between his words, eyes bouncing between your eyes and cleavage, controlling himself before he just fucks you right now, âNow you need to deal with his consequences.â
Your smile grows on your face, giggling at his words before you speak, âOkay, okay, I did do it on purpose but only because I need you so much.â
âAh ah ah,â The teasing tone of his voice knocks your smile right off your face and you know you messed up, âI am dead serious, youâre stuck now Sweetness, you fucked up and now Papa Jay is gonna get what he wants. If you donât act right I am gonna watch you beg for release every singe time I wanna fuckinâ cum until I can, do you understand me?â
Your eyebrows squeeze together, watching his face for a sign of hesitation, but the dominance stays. You whine as you wiggle your way off his legs to lat beside him, scowling at him before turning your back to him and laying down for bed. âIf you change your mind in the middle of the night donât hesitate toâŠ.wake me up, but only if you wanna fuck me awake.â You tease, wiggling your hips to poke out your pantie clad ass cheeks his direction.
âYouâre gonna wish you hadnât said that in the morning Gorgeous,â He laughed, slotting himself behind you in the dark, his arm pulling you into him and moaning in your ear at the feeling of your ass against his tightening boxers. You wiggled against him, pushing into him as he pushes back, his large hand splayed out on your lower abdomen tugging you impossibly closer. In one quick motion his leg locks against yours and his arms tighten around you, halting your movements as he speaks into your ear.
âGoodnight Baby, I love you so fucking much,â He growls into your ear, halting for a second to nip at your flesh before continuing, âand when I win this bet I am gonna give you the best dick of your life I promise you.â You whine again, desperately trying to run your thighs together for some type of friction.
âI love you too Jay, but I still want it now.â You huff, stopping your feeble attempts at movement at his soft, sleepy laugh behind you.
âYouâre so fuckinâ perfect,â He says with a yawn before youâre both slipping into a restless, sweaty sleep tangled together.
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Your phone lights up beside you on your bedside table, prompting you to grab it and read Sarahâs message in the group chat made for your fellow victims of NNN. âFuck yes.â You whispered under your breath as you typed out your response, letting them both know your man was the winner. The smile grew bigger on your face when your eyes met JJâs as he entered your bedroom, his shirt was discarded, allowing your eyes to trace the drops of water left behind after he brushed his teeth as they make a pathway through his chiseled abs.
"See somethin' ya like?" He asks with a teasing smirk that widens into a grin when you toss your phone aside for him, sticking your arms out silently begging him to join you on the bed, wanting to finally feel his skin against yours again. He stalks towards your bed, eyes on you intently as you wiggle in excitement at his proximity,
"Who were you texting?" He asks, his voice deep and demanding, as though he would throw the bet away if you answered wrong.
You smile even wider at his question, "Sarah and Cleo." You state matter of factly, crawling towards JJ where he stands at the foot of the bed. His eyes follow your movements closely, taking notice of the fact that you had already shed your pants for bed. Your hips rocked teasingly the closer you got to him, your cleavage free of if it's usually confines was visible entirely from his angle above you. You stood on your knees proudly when you finally reacher him, drifting your hand across his chest, letting it slowly fall lower while he groans at the contact.
"If you stop right now I promise I will fuck you tomorrow whether John B breaks or not." He growls, dropping his head as though he was ashamed, gripping your hand to stop it's decent. He knew if he let it fall any further he would lose control. You only giggled in response, leaning your head up to reach his ear, leaving a trail of kisses and bites behind as you did so.
"You know JB already broke right?" You whisper even though you knew he didn't, giggling when JJâs head shoots back into place immediately. His ears excitedly perked up at your words like a golden retriever, eyebrows furrowed as if to ask if you were lying to him.
"Really?" His voice comes out forced, loosening his grip on your hand and letting it continue it's pursuit past the hem of his boxers. Sighing at the contact of your cold fingers against the steaming temperature of his skin when he lets you wrap your fingers around his base.
"Yup, Sarah just texted me and Cleo, she got him, you won Baby," Your sultry voice in his ear sends tingles all over his body, "Do you want your prize Daddy?"
âOh, fuck yes I do.â JJ was on you in seconds, shoving you hard down against your soft bed, maneuvering your body around so he could slot himself between your thighs where he belongs. His hand fell between your bodies, carelessly tugging the hem of his boxers down just enough to let himself spring free, not caring to grab a condom in his haste. He quickly uses two fingers to tug your underwear aside before sinking into fully in one thrust, a broken, strangled sigh escaping his lips as he immediately sets a slow pace. His gorgeous blue eyes flutter shut above you causing a wide, triumphant smile to to grow across your face.
âYeah I am not gonâ last long, fuck.â He whines, dropping his head to groan against the flesh of your neck. Your hands find hold on his shoulders as you dig your nails into his back, marking him and holding on to your release as it builds for the first time in days. His lips latch onto your skin forcing you to moan his name, his pace picks up while he pushes himself up on one hand beside your head wanting to watch your face when you come undone for him. His free hand runs itâs way down your side to grip your hip and hold you steady while he thrusts into you. You can feel him against you as you clench around him, earning a strangled mix between a moan and a groan from JJâs throat, his thrusts stuttering slightly before he regains his composure. You can feel how close he is, his tip hitting just the right spot every time but becoming frantic while his mumbled words become slightly incoherent.
âIf you let me cum inside Iâll buy you Plan B.â JJ huffed out above you, his eyebrows crinkling in concentration, trying to hold himself back, his blue eyes getting lost in yours again. He didnât want to pull out, he had edged himself too much and he didnât want to risk doing it again. His eyes fell to where you connected, watching the way his dick thrusted in and out of you making a mess on the sheets below. You sucked him in so perfectly that he wanted to stay inside forever.
âNo shit, I know you will.â Your fingers melt into his hair, tugging his eyes back up to yours while you speak, âYou can cum in me whenever you want Jay.â Your moan mingles with your words, accentuated by his final, hardest thrust before he stutters and twitches inside of you, collapsing on top pf you while his warm cum fills you and leaks past him onto the bed.
Your nails tickle against his back, your other hand playing with his hair, content while you stay connected as your breathing comes back to normal. JJâs face rests in your neck, his breath fanning your skin as he wraps his arms around you fully. âI may have only lasted 12 days Mama, but I won us 40 bucks.â
âOkayyy but 12 days is still impressive for us,â You respond with a chuckle, tugging his hair to force eye contact with you, âIt could have been day one Jay yaâ know.â He groans, his eyes fluttering shut again as his hands begin to run their way up his shirt you so often wear to bed, pinching at your hardening nipples and watching your eyebrows furrow in response.
âRound two?â JJ asks, biting at his lip and staring up at you with desperate eyes. You can feel his cock beginning to harden inside of you, your walls tightening around him at the feeling.
âWell you did say I could ride you Daddy.â Your voice comes out in a beg and you watch JJâs face as it changes into a dominant scowl despite your growing smile. His jaw ticks and his tongue pushes his cheek out slightly at your words. JJ shoves himself off of you leaving you feeling empty while he settles on his knees. His dick bounces proudly in front of him as he tugs your panties down your legs before ridding himself of his own. You waste no time in removing your shirt and watching his mouth water at the sight of your bare chest as you tug yourself impatiently onto his lap.
You sink onto him, filling yourself up again with a sigh as his cock hits every spot perfectly. You bounce on him, setting a steady pace that your thighs can handle. JJ however, knows how much of a pillow princess you are, preemptively dragging his hands down your sides and to your hips, squeezing them lightly to let you know he can take over whenever you want. Your lips crash into JJâs in a messy kiss, your tongues battle as your breath mixes. Moaning in each otherâs mouths while your hands find perch on his shoulders.
JJâs lips fall to your jaw, groaning into his kisses, nipping at your neck every time you speed up or slow down. You whine in his ear, your fingers finding his hair and tugging at it as you slow, telling him to take control of you completely. JJâs wicked smirk widens, his hands tightening on your hips, his lips falling to suck your nipple into his mouth and swirl his tongue against it. His finger nails dig into your flesh as he starts to bounce you against his thighs, making you whine and grind into him further. âFaster Jay please.â
âYou like that Princess?â JJ teases, his hands on your hips guiding you up and down his cock at a faster pace, âDo you like ridinâ Papa Jay Sweetheart?â He coos, tilting his head to watch you bounce on him, matching the pace he set as he thrusts up into you.
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I think JJ is definitely the typa guy who talks ab himself in the 3rd person during sexđ
Idk how yall feel about Papa Jay butđźâđšđźâđš
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this piece is based off this post, which you can find here. I had heard it as an audio at first actually and fell in love with it. it's kind of essential for this read. it's basically talking about how before their loved one guessed their favorite color was yellow, they didn't have one. after that, yellow was special! sooo cute and i though luci fit in perfectly as the speaker!!! if you were tuned yesterday for my solomon birthmarks fic, this is two out of my four ideas! i had one more in my drafts that i decided to throw in for fun
so so excited to write this. so fluffy!!!
the color of happiness
"Don't forget about your coffee, Mc." Lucifer nudged the cup towards you, acting as a gentle reminder of it's existance.
"Right, right. Just let me finish this thought." You were laser focused on the paper you were in the middle of planning. You were desperate to get all the thoughts out before you inevitable got distracted and forgot everything.
"I don't mean to dissuade you from your schoolwork, but it's getting cold." He chuckled at your half assed attempt to wave him off.
"You can just reheat it with magic." You stuck out your tongue ever so slightly as you scribbled.
"And what if I can't?" Lucifer was practically enchanted with your little mannerisms.
"You can and would. I know you. You'd find a way to make it happen for me." Despite how smug you sounded, he knew you were right. He'd jump through however many hoops as he had to for you.
There was no coming back from your words, so he went back to his own work. By the time he'd restarted, you'd stopped for a break, and were ready to bug him.
"On that note, I feel like I know so much about you, yet so little at the same time." You held the mug in one hand, the other underneath your chin as you gazed up at him.
"What prompted this?" Lucifer set down his pen despite just having gotten back to work. He'd felt like the two of you knew each other quite well. You'd been through thick and thin together, even defied death at each others side.
"Let's play twenty-one questions!" You ignored his question. Perhaps you just wanted an excuse to hear his voice.
"Alright. I can't say I've played before, but I know of it." He found himself smiling again, as he often did around you.
"It's easy! We just ask each other questions to get to know each other better."
"Which one of your brothers is your favorite?" You asked. He hadn't been expecting such a hard hitter of a question at first
"Must I answer?" He joked.
"Come on! Alright, then which do you hate the least?" You suppressed laughter.
"Do not shout this from the rooftops, but, Mammon." He already knew how'd you'd react, but he still found himself amused when you inevitably did.
"I knew it!" You celebrated, throwing your arms in the air. "Alright, your turn."
He absentmindedly messed with his gloves. "What is your favorite part of human world?" Lucifer had thought hard about that question. You seemed too enthusiastic about the entire thing, and he couldn't help but cave.
"That's an easy one! The sunrise. I would almost never wake up in time for it, but it's so beautiful." Your eyes sparkled. He made a mental note to plan a surprise trip to the human world for you. "I've actually been dying to know the answer to this next question for a while now."
"Oh? Ask away then." Lucifer was curious. There was a lot a human could want to ask the Lucifer Morningstar. You already knew his story, but there was a lot to be asked about what the Celestial Realm was like, or what having his power was like. But instead you asked him,
"What's your favorite color?"
The question hit him like a shot to the heart. He should've known you weren't interested in anything but him, for who he was. For once, he didn't know the answer a question as simple as that. He'd never really given it though. Maybe it was red? It was the color of his eyes, and the color of Diavolo. Maybe it was blue? That was the color of his sin. Maybe it was black? Everything he bought seemed to be in that color. Or, just maybe, it was that he didn't have one.
He floundered, his thoughts much more chaotic than what he let on. "Oh, wait! Let me guess!" He nodded, despite not knowing how he'd respond. You pursed your lips, deep in thought, when you burst out with what you thought was the answer.
"Yellow! It's yellow!" You placed a hand on his arm, eagerly awaiting his answer. You looked so full of joy, that somehow, made the answer seem correct to him.
"You're right." Lucifer nodded his head in confirmation.
"Knew it!" You threw your arms around him, pulling him into a side hug. After the inital shock, he hugged you back. "Yellow was already the best color, but now it's even better since it's your favorite too." The rest of your game, and break flew by.
But he couldn't stop thinking about what had happened. How could he had been so blind to a color he saw everyday? After that, the color held a special meaning to him. Not only was it the color of his favorite brother, and the color of your favorite thing about the human world, it was also the color of you to him.
Yellow was never the same after that.
The runny yellow yolk of the sunny side up eggs tasted that little bit better. He wasn't upset when he saw a yellow ball of yarn roll out from Satan's room. The yellow umbrella you carried around always caught his eyes, and so did yellow devildom equivalent of roses he passed every day on his way to RAD in a way they hadn't before. He promptly bought them and presented them to you when you arrived after him. The smile you gave him and the way you buried your face in the flowers meant the world to him.
Yellow suited you.
#gn reader#drabble#obey me#obey me!#obey me x reader#obey me lucifer#omswd#obey me! shall we date#obey me! shall we date?
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The Boys in the Band
AN: I got carried away with this one, but here is the second part to the band au
word count: 2.8k
cw: language? there is nothing really bad about this one.
Since your first show, you had been quite busy. You had opened for a couple bands at The Common Room, you booked a few nights at the popular club, The Hogâs Head, and managed to snag a spot in another festival. You had become popular very quickly amongst the girls, gays, theys, and young people in the city. Each gig you noted more and more fans, crowds growing, singing so loud and dancing so hard.Â
This is what you always dreamed of, performing and making people happy. You lived for the drama and theatrics of it all, dressing up on stage and singing your heart out. The girls felt the same electricity, the same passion as you. That made your bond as a group that much stronger.
Not to mention, you were all good friends. Lily had mentioned to you that she and Mary had been messing around and found out they actually sounded really good together. Then they asked Marlene if she would play drums, which she said yes to in a heartbeat. And then Lily realized they needed a front woman, someone who could sing and bring the most energy. She thought of you, your bold and fierce attitude, your flirty and fun personality. And that is how you started.
The four of you wrote all the music you performed; the fun and girly songs by Mary, the campy over-the-top songs about women by Marlene, the sad and slow ballads by yourself, and the thought provoking and experimental ones by Lily.
Mary had the upbeat, girly, pop songs down. Her personality just flowed with inspiration for them, so those were the types of songs that you mostly sang and performed. You werenât complaining, her songs were half the fun.
Marlene was full of something you all liked to tease her about; lesbian angst. But all that angst made for great songs to perform and were usually the crowd favorites.
Lily was slightly different, she was full of thoughts and ideas about the world, and her medium to get them out of her brain and into the world, was through music and lyrics. She wrote a lot of songs for women, for rights for all and for political change. If you had to pick, you would say hers were by far your favorites. She didnât write often, but when she did, she had a message, something to say. You loved that about her.
Your songs were all ballads and sad. The girls teased you about that too, saying you shouldnât let a man make you cry. It wasnât exactly your fault, you had just gotten out of a long term relationship, and were drawing inspiration from all the confusing, mixed feelings that came with that.Â
You had been dating this boy, Matthew, for about a year and a half, but everything seemed to take a turn for the worse a couple months ago. Your once sweet and charming boyfriend had turned into this cold, vacant man right in front of you. You two argued all the time, about small things as well as very important, serious things. He started accusing you of sneaking around, hiding things from him, cheating on him. None of it was true, and you tried to tell him that, but he wouldnât listen to reason.
So you had enough. You told him that if you two couldnât work things out, you didnât know if you could continue on. He said nothing, just agreed with you. He didnât try to mend the broken relationship, didn't try to fight either for you or with you. You wouldâve taken either, but he just walked away.
As much as you tell yourself youâre doing so much better, that you have moved on and donât care about him anymore, that isnât exactly true.
You leaned into the band to distract yourself, putting everything you had in it so that you wouldnât be left with those feelings. Youâre just glad you had your friends, your girls who not only could help you through it, but also help you see this band through. They ignited you.
You felt that way even just sitting on the floor of Maryâs apartment. The space was cute and cozy. You girls were sprawled out over fluffy rugs, a plush couch, and two oversized bean bags.Â
Mary was nodding her head along to a beat that only she could hear, writing down what you could only guess were new lyrics. Lily was strumming a tune she had been working on for over a week. You and Marlene were talking about what to wear for your upcoming show.Â
âI think you'd look good in that pink leotard with the matching cowgirl boots.â Marlene recommended.
âThe pink tassels or the pink heart?â you asked.
She thought for a moment, then her eyes lit up. âThe tassels, that way you can wear the boots and maybe a cowboy hat,â she paused looking at the other two, âmaybe we can try out Pink Pony?â
Excited, you clapped your hands together. You had been dying to perform this new song in front of a crowd and this was the perfect opportunity. You were playing at The Common Room again, but this time it was only you. Unlike every other performance you had, this time there were no openers, and no one else after you. You got a whole set for yourselves and the whole night to perform and party with fans.
The night was going to be nothing short of magical.
⊠. ăâș ă . ⊠. ăâș ă . âŠ
James followed Remus and Sirius into the stage door of The Common Room.
All three boys wanted to come and see the performance that The Pixies were giving tonight. They had gained a lot of traction recently, seemingly overnight.
James didnât feel at all jealous or threatened, they were doing just as well themselves, and they made entirely different music. He was more curious as to the fact that this band came out of nowhere.
The Marauders were used to competition revolving around the music world. They had been doing this for a while now, they understood the fight to fill spots and book sets. This band was just another contender now.
James was more frequently used to The Snakes stealing their gigs or spots in festivals, but now even they were pushed aside for this new band. The Snakes was led by Siriusâs little brother Regulus, another person on the list James hadnât spoken to in a while. James knew that Regulus was a grudge holder, hell, he was related to Sirius, so he shouldnât be surprised that Regulus cut all contact.
He fucked up, he knew he did. But he still wasnât ready to think about it.
Slipping through the crowd and continuing to follow as best he could, all three boys ended up in the back of the already packed room.Â
âHoly shit,â Sirius began, âthere are so many people. How much were tickets?â He asked Remus.
Remus answered with a head shake. âDonât know, Lily told me to come in through the back door so we wouldnât have to pay.â
Jamesâs stomach sunk, maybe he shouldnât have come. Lily didnât even invite him, he just tagged along with Remus. But, she had to have known that would happen, right? The boys didnât do anything or go anywhere without each other.
âOh my god! Hi,â came a voice from a girl to his right. âYouâre The Marauders right? I love you guys. Iâve been to, like, a bunch of shows.â James recognized this girl. She was always front row or close enough, always giving Sirius a look that showed she wanted to fuck him, or at least become a groupie. âCould I get a pic?â she asked.
Sirius smirked. âCourse you can sweetheart.â he said while she handed her phone to someone she was with. She stood between Remus and Sirius for the photo, then thanked the boys, obviously wanting the interaction to continue.Â
James did not. He would look like such an asshole taking pictures with fans at Lilyâs show.
The thought was cut short when the house lights dimmed and the stage turned a hazy pink color. James lost every thought in his head when you came out on stage.
⊠. ăâș ă . ⊠. ăâș ă . âŠ
Walking out onto the stage, you were met by a wall of sound, cheers and screams. Your nerves and butterflies instantly fluttered away. This is where you were meant to be, up here on this stage, in front of a crowd, making music. You had dreamed of this since you were a little girl.
You pranced yourself out in a cowboy hat and high heel boots, a matching sparkly and intricately tasseled leotard to top it all off. Your ass may be out, but that was the fun of it, the aesthetic. Especially for the new song you had prepared for the night.Â
âHello my friends.â you said, the cheers and screams somehow getting even louder. âWe are The Pixies,â you introduced, âand we are here to give you the night of your life.â
You looked around the crowd to see so many faces enhanced with intricate and beautiful makeup looks, so many fans copying looks from your previous performances, so many bodies in bright colors. So many people who felt confident in what they were wearing and how they looked.Â
âWeâre gonna start off with a new one if thatâs ok with you.â You announced you got an astounding amount of cheers, noting many phones launch into the air to record this new one. âThis song is a fun one but more importantly,â you paused, the whole crowd hanging on your breath, âit is about what my mother thinks I am doing with my life. Here is Pink Pony Club!â
The girls started playing the intro and you walked to the front of the stage, sitting down, legs dangling off.
I know you wanted me to stay
But I can't ignore the crazy visions of me in LA
And I heard that there's a special place
Where boys and girls can all be queens every single day
You stood, walking back to center stage.
I'm having wicked dreams of leaving Tennessee
Hear Santa Monica, I swear it's calling me
Won't make my mama proud, it's gonna cause a scene
She sees her baby girl, I know she's gonna scream
You whipped around to the audience
God, what have you done?
You're a pink pony girl
And you dance at the club
Oh mama, I'm just having fun
On the stage in my heels
It's where I belong down at the
You started dancing and jumping around stage, Lily and Mary joining you, smiles plastered on their faces
Pink Pony Club
I'm gonna keep on dancing at the
Pink Pony Club
I'm gonna keep on dancing down in
West Hollywood
I'm gonna keep on dancing at the
Pink Pony Club, Pink Pony Club
The audience had settled into the performance, had gotten into the groove of the song, and joined in the dancing and the fun.
I'm up and jaws are on the floor
Lovers in the bathroom and a line outside the door
Blacklights and a mirrored disco ball
Every night's another reason why I left it all
I thank my wicked dreams a year from Tennessee
Oh, Santa Monica, you've been too good to me
Won't make my mama proud, it's gonna cause a scene
She sees her baby girl, I know she's gonna scream
God, what have you done?
You're a pink pony girl
And you dance at the club
Oh mama, I'm just having fun
On the stage in my heels
It's where I belong down at the
Pink Pony Club
I'm gonna keep on dancing at the
Pink Pony Club
I'm gonna keep on dancing down in
West Hollywood
I'm gonna keep on dancing at the
Pink Pony Club, Pink Pony Club
The crowd was going crazy, right along with you, until you slowed down and the girls played quieter for the bridge.
Don't think I've left you all behind
Still love you and Tennessee
You're always on my mind
And mama, every Saturday
I can hear your southern drawl a thousand miles away, saying
God, what have you done?
You're a pink pony girl
And you dance at the club
Oh mama, I'm just having fun
On the stage in my heels
It's where I belong down at the
You jumped up and danced like crazy, the crowd joining in, loving this new song. Some picked up on the lyrics and were singing them back to you, the feeling indescribable.
Pink Pony Club
I'm gonna keep on dancing at the
Pink Pony Club
I'm gonna keep on dancing down in
West Hollywood
I'm gonna keep on dancing at the
Pink Pony Club, Pink Pony Club
I'm gonna keep on dancing
I'm gonna keep on dancing
You kept dancing as Lily and Mary played the outro, out of breath and so happy. Once the song was finished, the whole building was filled with cheering. You looked to Mary, then over to Lily, they looked just as ecstatic, you could imagine Marlene felt the same.Â
âThank you, thank you!â you said into the mic. âWell, if you like that Common Room, weâre just getting started.â
⊠. ăâș ă . ⊠. ăâș ă . âŠ
James had never seen a concert, a band like yours. There was no way to describe it, you were just, stars already.Â
The rest of the concert was filled with just as much fun, joy as the first song. The dancing and singing and laughing was indescribable.Â
The boys waited after the concert, waited until the last of the fans trickled out, then they made their way backstage. Walking down the halls and to the dressing room that had a piece of paper with the word âPixiesâ in bold letters, Remus knocked on the door.Â
The giggling and sounds of excitement were radiating from the room, loudly even with the door shut.
They waited for a moment before the door pulled open, revealing Mary. The smile dropped from her face for a moment before she put another one in its place, this one though, was more of an uncomfortable grimace more than anything. âHey! I didnât know you guys were here.â Mary said, opening the door to let the boys slide through. She hugged each of them on their way in.
James made eye contact with Lily who was on the couch with Marlene. She didnât break away. He quickly looked over to Marlene and smiled. âWe wanted to come and say great show!â he said, directed at them all, but not being able to look away from Marlene, who just smirked, knowing the situation and that James was incredibly uncomfortable right now.
âThanks.â Marlene replied smoothly.Â
Sirius noted the tension and decided to break it. âWhere is she?â he asked.
All eyes went to him as Mary asked âY/N?â
He looked at her and rolled his eyes, âNo, the queen.â he said sarcastically.
âAre you going to try to sleep with her?â Mary asked, not holding back.
âWhat, no!â Sirius denied as if it wasnât exactly something Sirius would do. âI just want to meet her. âKnow thy enemyâ and all that.â
Lily scoffed. âSheâll be out in a minute, I think she's taking off her makeup.â
And as if right on que, you waltzed right out of the connected bathroom and into the dressing room. Smiling, you looked at the boys standing across from the couch.Â
âHere she is!â Mary ushered you over, chipper and still energized from the performance. âThis is Y/N, Y/N these are the boys in The Marauders.â
Your smile grew. âThe Marauders? You guys were amazing at the festival.â
Sirius smiled back at you, charming as ever. ââI'm Sirius.â you looked to the next boy, who was glancing at a fuming Lily.
âUh, Iâm James.â He smiled, seeming to come back to reality and out of whatever thought he was lost in.Â
You looked at the final boy, tall and leaning against the wall. âAnd youâre Remus, right?â you asked.
He nodded. âYeah we met a while back, lovely to see you again.â
âLovely to see you! And it is lovely to finally meet you two.â you said to the newly acquainted Sirius and James, they nodded and smiled politely. There was a noticeable tension between everyone in the room, was there really that much of a rivalry?
âI think the boys were just heading out,â Mary said to the three boys standing in front of her. âIsn't that right?â
Sirius huffed and led the other two out throwing a âSee you all soon.â over his shoulder as Mary escorted and followed them out into the hallway, shutting the door beyond her.
âThat was⊠strange.â you said to Lily and Marlene. They just looked at each other and laughed, rolling their eyes. You didnât understand.
âThey're idiots.â Marlene supplied.
âThey're boys.â Lily corrected.
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Miscommunication
Rodimus x Human Reader, Drift x Ratchet x Human Reader
Summary: After Rodimus tried looping you into something you really weren't into, you sought out your other partners to complain about his reveal of character.
Word Count: 1,128
AN: NSFW suggestive talk, no outright smut. Also hi this is my first tf writing soooo lmk what your thoughts are, i love comments. I'm already working on a reader insert series and wanted to start with a few one off bits. Enjoy! tagging valveplug just in case.
Drift looked up when you entered the medbay, his greeting dying on his glossa as his field just PINGED with the waves of displeasure coming off you.
âJeez⊠what's got you all wound up, huh?â He straightened his backstuts as he stood up more from the desk he leaned over, messing with Ratchet temporarily set aside.
You hissed a rush of words under your breath as you strutted in, something that he couldn't TELL what was said but he understood it wasn't very polite. Even the older medic bot lifted his head to address you.
âI only managed to make out Rodimus in all that. What did our oh so brilliant captain do to piss you off?â
 âI thought this whole time we were leading up to something⊠fun. But it turns out I misread every step. He thinks he's BETTER than me.â
âHe's the captain, he is better than you.â
You whipped your head around to glare at Ratchet. âBetter enough that I deserve to clean the dirt off his kibble with my tongue?? Because I feel that's pretty fucking degrading.â
Both bots stilled, and the medic's âWait, what-â was interrupted by Drift stalling briefly and talking over him. âThat doesn't sound at ALL like something Roddy would say.â
âI thought so, too.â You huffed before your attitude melted into something a bit sadder. âI mean⊠I've been flirting with him for so long, and he's been receptive towards it. You even told me he said he likes me. So I don't know where this came fromâŠâÂ
Groaning, you put your face in your hands, and idly Ratchet patted your back while working (and half listening).Â
âI didn't even think that would be a thing with you guys, making someone tongue-polish your like, plating and stuff.â
âThat sounds like something Megatron would have had Starscream do back in the day,â Ratchet groused, making Drift mock gagging.
âI'm going to purge my tank, don't make me think about those two like that.â A shudder wracked the ex âcon's frame. âEugh. No it's not really a thing with us. IsâŠis it a human thing?â
âAhâŠâ The question made you pause to think. âNot⊠really? I mean, kind of. It's usually an extremely exaggerated form of punishment from someone who wants to uh⊠show superiority while demeaning the other. Though it's shoes or boots for us, not armor spikes. The idea is to polish the dirtiest article of clothing with their tongue - or glossa - so they feel... sub-human. Though there's always exceptions, and some people are into that kinda thing as like, a kink? But it's really notâŠwhat I'm looking for.â You wince.
âŠ.Ratchet paused his comforting as he listened, before turning to look you over. âHold on, back up. Armor spikes⊠kid, what did Rodimus say to you?â
Drift leaned over the autobot's shoulder, studying you closely. The samurai looked both confusedâŠand disbelieving.
Alright, fine then.
âHe said âYâknow⊠Maybe you can put that glossa of yours to use and⊠clean my spikes with it.ââ They let out a grumble. âI didn't peg him for the degrading typeâŠâ
The two mechs went oddly quiet and still.
âSpikes⊠plural?â Drift pressed.
You thought back more, mulling the memory over, of the captain of the Lost Light leering down at you with that heated smirk and his thumb on your cheekâŠand shook your head.
âNo, sorry. Just spike.â
âPFFT-â
You looked up to see Drift looking away, one of his servos clamped over his intake as he cackled. His limbs shook and he held onto Ratchet to steady himself. The medic was looking away, face buried in his hands. His shoulders shook.
He was also laughing at you.
âWhat. WHAT! HEY?? HELLO!!â
âKidâŠKid, Sp..spike is another term we have for plug.â Ratchet mumbled out. Still laughing. Very much laughing at you. His words caused Drift to wheeze and bend over, his vents stuttering as he cackled.
âHe was asking you to interface finally and you totally missed it..!! Oh Primus help me, what did you say? What did you say, tell me. Please, it has to be good.â
Your face got warm as you thought of the fact that you had finally gotten Rodimus interested enough he would make a bold pass. Your face was hot when you realized you had totally missed his signals. Your face was practically on fire when it clicked just how badly you fumbled the whole interaction.
âI⊠I said Ew, no thanks. And came here-â
âTHAAAAHAHAATS THE WORST THING YOU C-COOOHOULD HAVE SAID!!! AAAHAHAGHA OH PRIMUS-â
âFrag me, kid you did not-â
There was no saving you. Both mechs were now openly laughing at your misery. Your face buried in your hands you mumbled out a weak âHow was I supposed to know!â that only made Drift start losing it all over again.
After some time (Ten. Minutes.) the two much larger beings had settled, Ratchet returning to his work and chuckling on occasion while DriftâŠpestered you over your absolute dropping of the ball.
âI can't believe this. I'm almost scared to flirt with you now because you may not get it!â
âDriiiiiftâŠ!â You whined, the cheeky samurai squeezing your hips. âLet me go, I want to jettison myself out of the airlock.â
âNot a chance!! I mean I want to make sure if I tell you I wanna have you eat my valve from the back that you aren't going to mistake it for me, say, threatening to mug you or something.â
Your face was bright red. âDrift!!â
âOr, oh man, if I tell you I want to slot my plug between your thighs, maybe you'll think I'm wanting you to-â
âRATCHET! DRIFT IS BULLYING ME AGAIN!â Complaining loudly, you squirmed in Drift's hold while eyeing his Conjux, displeased and humiliated and hoping the medic would scold him or something.
Ratchet barely spared you a glance with his optics as he continued his inventory count. He was literally busy and not paying attention to you two.
âBetween words from attractive mechs, manhandling, and something almost too big to go in, you enjoy being bullied, and all of us here are very aware of it,â drawled the grouch's response.
You stared at him, mouth dropped open in shock and WORSE embarrassment at how he called your bullshit out. All while Drift began cackling all over again.
â
You stared up at the habisuite door, staring at the imposing metal barrier of captain Rodimus Prime's personal chambers. Your stomach twisted in knots nervously, your palms somewhat sweaty as you raised a fist and knocked hard, twice. Mentally, you prepared your apology as you heard shuffling and the soft clank of pedes across a metal floor.
God, you hoped the mech thought stupid was hot.
#transformers x human#transformers x reader#drift x reader#ratchet x reader#rodimus x reader#valveplug#tf x human#tf x reader#reader insert
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.đ„ Ę Ë Glimpse of us .đ„ Ę Ë
âïž genre: fluff
âïž pairings: fiancĂ©!bakugou x fem!reader
‿ a glimpse of bakugou and yn before haruto and akira <đ
It was a sunny Saturday morning when YN and Bakugou found themselves lounging on their couch, the afternoon light filtering through the curtains. The peace of the moment was a welcome break from their busy lives as pro heroes. YN had been scrolling through social media, watching various couples document their lives together, and an idea struck her.
âHey, Katsuki,â she said, looking up from her phone with a bright smile. âWhat if we did a vlog? Just a little glimpse of our life before we start our own family?â
Bakugou raised an eyebrow, intrigued but skeptical. âVlog? You mean like those losers online?â
âExactly! But it could be fun! We could capture these moments together, and when we have our little familyââ YN paused for effect, a teasing glint in her eyes, âwe can show them how awesome their parents were before they came along.â
He smirked, crossing his arms. âFine, but Iâm not doing any of that cheesy stuff.â
áŻâ
vlog one: the proposal
With the camera rolling, YN kicked off their first vlog. âWelcome to our first vlog! Iâm YN, and this is my fiancĂ©, Katsuki!â Bakugou grunted a response, looking slightly annoyed at being on camera.
YNâs enthusiasm shone through as she shared the story of their engagementâhow Bakugou had turned an ordinary night into a spectacular moment with an explosive proposal, complete with fireworks. âIt was perfect, even if he made me jump a little!â she laughed, nudging him playfully.
áŻâ
vlog two: a day in the life of a pro hero
In this vlog, Bakugou took the lead, showing off his morning routine as a pro hero. âThis is what itâs like to be Dynamight,â he said, the camera capturing his gruff demeanor as he prepared for the day. YN followed him around, playfully commenting on his preparations and asking for tips, trying to keep him in a good mood.
âDonât mess with my routine, YN,â he warned, but there was a fondness in his eyes. They ended up filming him rushing out the door, barely managing to grab a toast as he yelled, âIâll be back later!â
áŻâ
vlog three: grocery shopping
The next vlog featured a fun grocery shopping challenge. âToday, weâre going to buy everything on our list without blowing the budget!â YN announced, grinning at the camera. Bakugou rolled his eyes but eventually joined in, throwing items into the cart as they bantered back and forth.
âDo we really need five packs of instant ramen?â he asked, shaking his head.
âAbsolutely! Itâs quick and easy for busy nights!â YN shot back, her laughter filling the store as they captured their antics.
áŻâ
vlog four: date night
âTonight, weâre having a date night at home!â YN declared, and Bakugou begrudgingly set up the camera in their living room. They cooked dinner together, with Bakugou trying his best not to burn the food. âWhy do you always choose the recipes with the most steps?â he complained.
âBecause itâs fun! And I love cooking with you,â YN said, smiling brightly. As they prepared the meal, they reminisced about their early days, laughing over the mishaps theyâd had in the kitchen.
áŻâ
vlog five: planning the future
In a more serious tone, YN brought up the topic of their future. âSo, weâve talked about having kids. How many do you want, Katsuki?â she asked, her gaze softening.
âTwo,â he replied without hesitation. âA boy and a girl.â
âWhat names do you like?â she prodded, a twinkle in her eye.
âHaruto for a boy and Akira for a girl,â he said, sounding more thoughtful than usual.
âThose are perfect!â YN exclaimed, her heart swelling at the thought of their future family.
áŻâ
vlog six: a day in the park
One sunny weekend, they decided to visit the park. âWeâre going to show you how we spend our weekends!â YN said, holding the camera while Bakugou pushed her on the swings, much to his own surprise. âSee, Katsuki? You can have fun!â
âIâm not having fun,â he grumbled, but a smirk was evident on his face as he continued to push her. They recorded their antics, capturing candid moments of laughter and love.
áŻâ
vlog seven: pet adoption day
âToday is a big day! Weâre adopting a puppy!â YN announced excitedly. They visited a local shelter, and Bakugou was surprisingly gentle as he picked up a rambunctious puppy. âWelcome to the family, little guy,â he said, a soft expression on his face that melted YNâs heart.
áŻâ
vlog eight: home renovation
Their next project was turning one of the rooms into a nursery. YN filmed their progress as they painted the walls. âThis is happening! Weâre really doing this!â she exclaimed, as Bakugou helped, albeit reluctantly. âYouâre getting paint everywhere!â he complained, but he couldnât hide his smile.
áŻâ
vlog nine: a day with the kids
Fast forward a few years, and the couple had two kids: Haruto and Akira. âWelcome to our chaotic family day!â YN laughed, trying to wrangle the energetic children. Bakugou, surprisingly patient, helped them build a fort, showing off his softer side as he played with them.
âAlright, you little brats, letâs see who can build the best fort!â he challenged, a competitive glint in his eye.
áŻâ
vlog ten: reflection on family
In their final vlog of the series, YN and Bakugou sat together, the kids playing in the background. âThese past few years have been incredible,â YN said, her voice filled with emotion. âWeâve built a beautiful family, and I wouldnât trade it for anything.â
Bakugou nodded, his demeanor softer as he gazed at their children. âYeah, we did good. And we still have a lot more to do.â
They shared their hopes for the future, knowing that no matter what challenges came their way, they would face them togetherâone vlog at a time, filled with laughter, love, and memories to cherish forever.
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the CS allegiances in that preview are a fucking mess timeline-wise.
All of the kittens of the previous arc are warriors all of a sudden, Floatshimmer is even IN THE NURSERY, WITH KITS while Sunbeam's kittens have just now become apprentices.
This book takes place around 7-8 months after Star, how THE FUCK is Float already in the nursery????? (Additionally. Float is said to be black here while in Star she was tawny. What's going on?) (also, from Heronkit's description I assume Graysky is the kits' father. Which, whoops. Related)
And who THE FUCK are Fluffypaw, Silkypaw, Sprucepaw and Redpaw? For these apprentices to spawn out of thin air you NEED more than the timeskip given here. They have fun names and I hope they did appear out of thin air, but I worry they didn't. Fluffy and Silky should be ex-kittypets, WindClan needs fresh blood and these guys look NOTHING like other WindClan cats. Please let these two be ex-kittypets. PLEASE
I'm pretty sure they didn't intend for this timeline wreck, but it sure happened now. Congratulations Floatshine on speedrunning the kit-to-mother challenge in warrior cats.
As for the other unexpected mothers.
Lightleap and Blazefire had their kittens. Tawnypelt is now a great-grandmother and she's aware of it.
Myrtlebloom's litter is also absolutely useless and I don't know why they needed a whole other litter when they already have the Night sun kits and Moonpaw running around, and I cannot for the life of me guess who the father is, unless he's not from ThunderClan.
Appleshine had kits too. Guess the father is Flutterfoot if the brown both kits have is an indication.
Needleclaw's kittens are not my favorite idea, and fucking Kitescratch is 1. Related to her and 2. Close in age yeah, but again. Very random. He was bullying her brother,
there's really nothing going on with the mate choices in these books. They barely even use the new Crossclan gimmick. We have at least two (probably three with Myrtlebloom's unknown partner) couples that are related and none of them have Crossclan partners (or obviously I guessed wrong with the potential partners, maybe I'm very wrong with this assessment) and after ASC we're just going to go back to the usual cousin pairings as we've also seen with Bayshine and Thriftear.
#morningtalks#warrior cats#Warrior cats spoilers#Changing Skies spoilers#Changins skies#Cs spoilers#And I'm not even talking about those chapters#Leafstar's was pretty nice and Moonpaw is preparing for a whole debauchery of nonsense#But Tawnypelt's did annoy me a bit#Once Again ShadowClan Has A. Problem With Its Youth#And Once Again Tawnypelt Has To Deal With It#Also skystar sucks ass even in death
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Too much to handle
micah bell x reader
summary: you find micah sitting alone during jack's return party and decide to mess around with him
wc: 1.4k
warnings: suggestive content
âĄthe pic in the middle belongs to @missusarthurmorgan and this fanfic was in general inspired by this postâĄ
pics on the right and on the left are taken from pinterest
The gang had been in a gloomy mood when Jack got kidnapped, and they did everything they could to get him back. Dutch, as crazy and erratic as he is, took the kidnapping very seriously, and a few days later Jack was safe and sound in Abigail's arms. It seemed even as if John started to care, finally taking up the role of the father.
Of course the safe return had to be celebrated. Any reason was a good reason to get at least a little tipsy on whiskey, so no one complained about the idea. At first, all of you gathered around the fire, Jack in his mother's lap, everyone singing while Javier played a cheerful melody on his guitar.
Eventually it got really late, and Abigail decided it was the time for Jack to sleep, against the little boy's protests that he wasn't tired at all. And as the two of them disappeared inside Shady Belle, the rest of the gang continued opening new bottles of whiskey, and the songs got more and more inappropriate, one worse than the other.
You were never the one to shy away from this type of activities. With a bottle in your hand, you shamelessly sang the lyrics, "The ring dang doo, now what is that? It's soft and round like a pussycat. Got a hole in the middle and it's split in two and that's what you call the ring dang doo!"
Javier sat by the table, strumming the melody, and other seats were occupied by Uncle, Karen, and miss Grimshaw. You had to stand, holding Karen's shoulder for balance support, but you didn't mind.
"A dollar for each, and three for two to take a crack at my ring dang doo!" Because there was nothing that could stop you from belting out those dirty lyrics in your not-the-most-sober state.
But as you looked away, your gaze landed on Micah sitting alone by the campfire. He seemed relaxed, leaning back against one hand, a cigarette in the other, and his hat tipped slightly to the side as he smoked.
Ever since Micah became a part of the gang, you never really saw him make any effort to socialize. Even as a gang member, he was a lone wolf. Partly because he chose to, and partly because his aura was so... unpleasant that others just didn't desire to become his friends. And now, even though the campfire was usually the place where a bunch of gang members would sit and talk, Micah was sitting there alone.
Maybe it was the alcohol in your system, or maybe it was the thrill of getting on his nerves, but you decided to abandon the singing group at the table and wander over to Micah.
"Is the lone wolf too good for our little sing along?" You asked, your voice playfully teasing. "You're missing out on all the fun, but I guess it ain't nothing new."
"Not the kinda fun I'd like to have," he scoffed, "you seem to be enjoying it for the both of us, though."
You couldn't help but sigh as you plopped down next to Micah. "Quit being so grumpy, old man."
"I just don't find amusement in singing about... pussycats and ring dang doos."
You watched as he brought the cigarette to his lips, taking a drag. He didn't let the smoke leave his mouth before he spoke again.
"Like, really? Ring dang doo?" He coughed. "Who comes up with these names?"
He was annoyed by your presence. Every time you talked to him, it was too much to handle. In a way you were a tease, whether consciously or not. The tone of your voice alone was enough to get Micah's imagination working. And the fact that you very often chose the dresses that were rather revealing on top only made it worse.
Even in that moment, he found it hard to focus on your face. Not like your pretty face with slightly smudged makeup did any help at all with distracting Micah from his imagination.
"It's just a silly song!" You giggled drunkenly. "Don't tell me you're too high and mighty for the good ol' ring dang doo."
The song didn't speak to Micah's soul. Even if it did, he wouldn't admit it. However, the thing the song talked about was something he could say he had an interest in.
"Doesn't take much to be too high and mighty for a song about how a girl became a whore. Seems to be your personal favorite, I wonder why."
"I just like having fun!"
You took him by surprise when you took the cigarette from between his fingers and brought it up to your own lips. And he took you by surprise when he didn't say anything about it. Instead, he just watched you taking a long drag. And you made sure to keep eye contact with Micah, even if your gaze was a little hazed with alcohol.
And then he was sure. You were doing it on purpose, every time. You were a tease, always giving him enough to keep him wanting more. Like in this moment, when he wished you'd look up at him like that with something way bigger between your lips than that cigarette.
"Having fun, huh?" Micah's voice was laced with slight frustration. He didn't want to take care of it on his own again, or having to pay for a cheap whore just to tell her to shut up so that he can visualize you in her spot. "Does having fun also mean playing with men like they're your little toys?"
You exhaled a cloud of smoke, it lingered lazily between the two of you. "And what if I do?" You asked, smiling mischievously as you tilted your head to the side. "Maybe I just like the attention."
That earned a chuckle from him. Of course you liked the attention, this was obvious.
"Can't say I blame you. But see, that's the thing about playing games... eventually someone has to call the bluff. Keep that up, and one day you'll find yourself in trouble."
"That so?" You teased him further, liking the reaction. "Let's hope one day I'll find a man who can keep up with my games."
That struck a nerve in Micah. He wanted to grab you, and show you how easily he could be that man. "I could keep up with you just fine, but the problem is you're too damn scared to follow through with any of that teasing, ain't ya?"
It wasn't a question you were simply supposed to answer, it was a challenge you were supposed to take up. And maybe alcohol made it just a little easier. "I ain't too scared."
"I'll believe it when I see it." He leaned in closer, enough to make your pulse race.
There was a heat in his gaze you haven't seen before, and everything that was happening outside of that little bubble you and Micah were in didn't really matter anymore.
"And I've been waiting too long already." He whispered, his hand finding your chin, and his thumb brushing over your lower lip.
You wanted to believe it was the alcohol that made you take his thumb in your mouth, tasting the lingering flavor of nicotine on his skin. You looked at Micah through your eyelashes, and he had to shift in spot to hide a certain emotion you woke in him that was easily visible in the sudden tightness of his pants.
He looked at you entirely captivated, letting his thumb linger in your mouth as you softly sucked on it, using your tongue in barely visible movements.
He spoke, "I think you're ready to stop playing games with me."
You pulled away, your mouth making a quiet pop sound. "Maybe I am, or maybe I like to lead you on."
It was infuriating and electrifying, the way he looked at you as if he already knew he could easily have you in seconds. But before any of you could say anything else, laughter coming from the table you had left shattered the tenstion, and you heard Karen calling out your name.
"Come on!" The girl waved at you from the table. "You ditchin' us for Micah?"
You smirked, standing up. "Guess we gotta leave it for another day." You stated, turning around to return to the table. Micah's gaze lingered on you for a long time, even when you were out of reach, his eyes remained locked on you.
#rdr2#rdr2 x reader#rdr2 community#red dead redemption 2#rdr2 fanfic#red dead redemption 2 x reader#micah bell#rdr2 micah#micah bell x reader#micah bell fanfiction
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Ooo I have another fun idea! How about a friends with benefits relationship with Beetlejuice which ends up turning into genuine romance?
Like they literally met because Beetlejuice tried marrying them to get free, which doesn't work, and he ends up continuing to seek the reader out because they interest him and they go along with his shenanigans
During all those years they've known each other they've ended up being very close friends and roommates of sorts (who have absolutely slept with each other multiple times and will continue to do so) but they also unconsciously tend to act like an actual, loving couple
Anyone mistakes them for being a couple? Neither or them correct or deny that claim and just go along with it
Then Beetlejuice ends up realizing that he's deeply in love with them and he genuinely wants to marry them, not just to be free anymore
Sorry for rambling, this is how I write my oc's relationship with him and it's so much fun to write :3
dead serious
WARNING: None
PAIRING: Beetlejuice x Reader
NOTE: I love this idea SO much! Thank you for sending this request, and I hope you enjoy! Please feel free to drop more ideas like this anytimeâI'd love to bring them to life. <3
SUMMARY: Beetlejuice thought it was just a bit of funâuntil one day, he realizes heâs dead serious about you.
It all started with Beetlejuice trying to marry you.
The memory was a bit of a haze, him in that ridiculous striped tux, a minister whoâd looked like heâd stepped out of a Halloween party, and a whole lot of confusion. Of course, the whole âmarriage for freedomâ thing didnât work out, and somewhere between you foiling his plan and that wicked glint in his eye, Beetlejuice decided you were worth sticking around for.
Over the years, you two had⊠an arrangement. It was strange, fun, sometimes loud, and weirdly comfortable. You became roommates of sorts, though he tended to crash wherever suited his moodâon the couch, on the floor, in random places all over your home. Youâd gone from reluctantly amused by him to genuinely fond of him. The playful insults, the late nights, the times you both ended up in each otherâs armsâit all somehow just worked.
And despite both of you calling it âfriends with benefitsâ, anyone who saw you two together assumed you were a couple. You two acted the part without even realizing it: hanging off each other, teasing, little gestures that were oddly affectionate. Beetlejuiceâs arm often found its way around your shoulders, or youâd catch him leaning into your space with that wolfish grin of his, not minding any extra closeness.
Every time someone would go, âOh, so you two are together?â Beetlejuice would just flash his sharp grin and shrug, âThey just canât get enough of me.â And you? Youâd just roll your eyes and play along, half-laughing, âSomeoneâs gotta put up with him, right?â
But then one day, Beetlejuice started realizing that his feelings were a little too real. Maybe it was the time you calmed him down after heâd picked a fight with some Neitherworld spirits, gently telling him to stop being such an idiot as he just grinned at you, too close for comfort. Or maybe it was the time he woke up, half-sprawled across your lap, and youâd fallen asleep right beside him, looking peaceful in a way that made something in his long-dead heart flicker.
But the moment that hit him hardest was the time a stranger came up and assumed you were married.
âOh, how long have you two been together?â they asked, clearly mistaking the two of you as something much more than a casual fling. Beetlejuice looked at you, wondering if youâd laugh it off as usual, but instead, you just shrugged with a grin, âFeels like forever, doesnât it, Beej?â
âYeah,â he murmured, caught off guard by the sudden warmth he felt in his chest. âForever and then some.â
That was the beginning of the endâhe couldnât deny it anymore. He didnât just want to mess around, have his fun, or even just be free from the Neitherworld. He wanted you. He wanted to be the one who could make you laugh, who youâd come home to, who youâd stick around for.
You two were in your usual rhythm when it happened. You were in the kitchen, cooking up something simple, and he was leaning against the counter, watching you with a smirk.
âYa know,â he said, âyouâre real cute when youâre domestic.â
You raised an eyebrow, flipping something in the pan. âThanks, I guess? Youâve seen me make breakfast, like, a hundred times.â
âYeah, but itâs still cute,â he said, brushing it off like it was no big deal. He got that look in his eye, thoughâthe one that said he was winding up for something.
As you turned to grab something from the fridge, you felt him sidle up behind you. His hands rested on either side of you, and he dipped his head down, voice going surprisingly soft.
âI think Iâm in love with you.â
You froze. For a moment, you thought maybe he was joking, this was so random, but something in his tone was different, almost⊠vulnerable.
âUh,â you said, turning around to face him, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips, âare you serious?â
He gave a sheepish grin, scratching the back of his head. âAs serious as I get, babe! Which, yâknow, is pretty serious.â There was a nervous glint in his eye, something real.
You stared at him, feeling a rush of emotions you hadnât fully let yourself consider before. He was looking at you like heâd just discovered something precious.
âYou mean it?â you asked, still not entirely believing it.
He groaned, rolling his eyes. âYeah, yeah, mushy stuff. I mean it, alright? Iâm not saying it just to, yâknowâŠâ He shrugged, looking off to the side, âget outta the Neitherworld or whatever. I just⊠want to.â
A warmth spread in your chest. âWell, I⊠I love you too.â
His eyes lit up, and his grin widened until it looked like it would split his face. âSee? Weâre a match made inâwell, not heaven, but close enough!â
You chuckled, rolling your eyes. âHow romantic.â
âOh, you love it,â he said, pulling you into a kiss that was surprisingly soft, lingering in a way that felt different from all the other times. When you broke apart, he looked at you with a glimmer of something new, something genuine. But still... ew.
âSay, what dâyou think about actually making it official?â he asked, voice a little gruffer than usual. âI know the whole marriage thing didnât pan out last time, but what if we tried again? For real.â
You blinked, taking a moment to process. âYouâre not just doing this to get out ofââ
âNah,â he interrupted, waving a hand dismissively. âI mean, yeah, Iâd love to get free of the Neitherworld for good, but thatâs not why Iâm asking now. Iâm askinâ âcause⊠well, itâs you.â
A lump formed in your throat, and you nodded. âAlright. Letâs do it.â
#beetlejuice#keatlejuice#beetlejuice movie#beetlejuice beetlejuice#beetlejuice x reader#keatlejuice x reader#tim burton#tim burton x reader#x reader#ask#request#fanfic#oneshot
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Oooo headcannonâsâŠIf possible can we get Ace with a reader whoâs fire resistant due to a devil fruit?
Hello!!! I love love love receiving your asks! i'm so sorry this took so long, i finished writing it at the start of november but it got deleted when i went to post itđ
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He is a silly goose at heart, and if you're his friend, you'll need to be ready for a few pranks once he finds out about your fire-resistance. For example, setting you ablaze when meeting strangers because their reactions are priceless, or annoying you with little fire-punches that have flames licking at your cheeks when sat next to each other at dinner (his fist never actually came in contact with your skinâ he's not that stupid), or anything else he can come up with.
Also, expect a lot of testing. Like, constantly bothering you and begging you to be a guinea pig for the new move he's been wanting to try, or seeing how hot he can make his flames by slowly trying to burn your palm, things like that. Of course he'd be careful if you were unsure of it, but he would trust you enough to be 100% confident that you'd be fine if you told him that there was no way he could burn you.
If he had a crush on you though, he's a little bit more careful. Yes, he knows that you won't get burned no matter what, but with the added complexity of having feelings for you, he doesn't really want to risk anything. That doesn't mean he won't show off though, because trust me, he loves to do that.
He'll create firework shows just for you, or come up with excuses to use his powers whenever he canâ including warming you up by making himself a human bonfire.
Now, if you're his lover, the whole game changes.
If you were a badass, cool, tough kinda babe, he has little issue with creating small flames in the palm of his hand and letting you play around with them, but that's about where he draws the line before he gets too worried. If you were the sweet, kind, shy type however, I don't think he'd be able to bring his flames anywhere near your skin.
He'd be WAYYYYY too paranoid to set his sweetheart on fireâ what if he burned you?? What if your devil fruit powers worked differently then you thought???? WHAT IF YOU HATED HIM AFTERWARDS????
"Ace, come on, stop being a party pooper!" You whine, wanting to test out your abilities. And what better way to do so then with your fire-fist boyfriend? "Babydoll, I'm not gonna set you on fire..." He murmured uneasily, as if the thought made his skin crawl. "Fun haterđ" "Love you too, angel-face!đ"
For afab readers, he most definitely works as your full-time heating pad when you're on your period.
It wasn't even your ideaâ he just asked Marco how to ease your cramps (tearfully, might I add, mans was terrified for you), and he just about jumped with joy when he found out that heat makes it better, skipping back to your cabin to fulfill his God-given duty, which was cradling you like a baby to his chest and heating your back and stomach.
NSFW HEADCANONS BELOW! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!
While on the topic of periods, hear me out: heated period sex.
My man loves him so good period sex, especially if you let him act as an internal heating pad by warming his cock. He'll keep his large hand on your stomach to feel the bulge of his cock and heat up his palm to ease your cramps, whispering sweet praises into your ears while he keeps himself to the hilt, letting you adjust to his large size while he himself tried not to cry out in bliss.
Mess? What mess? You think the Fire Fist Ace is afraid of some blood? Honey, we have towels for a reason, don't even worry about it.
100% into temperature play, but again, only uses real fire if you're the tougher type or you beg. Though you'll never forget that one time he teased your nipples with a flame on the tip of his tongue...
In summery: Ace is a complicated guy, so your personality and role definitely change his opinions a lot (sorry if the way i'm writing it is annoying tho).
#one piece#one piece x reader#portgas d ace#portgas ace x reader#portgas ace x you#portgas d ace x reader#portgas d ace fluff#portgas d ace x you#portgas d ace x y/n#portgas d. ace x reader#portgas d. ace#ace x reader#ace x you#headcanon#ace headcanons
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Logan had the doubts that pooled around in his head when it came to commitment the idea of only being with one girl. Logan was a mess up, a fuck up. He didnât trust himself not to hurt her; and he never predicted himself developing such large feelings for Rory, she was his Ace, the girl who went with the adventurous flow, who made him laugh. Didnât care if a night out ended at an outranged party in stupid writers costumes. Not that Logan was that guy; the point was Rory was prepared to go with the flow. But Logan made the move, he showed up here to help distract her from the injury at bay. To get forgiveness for not being capable of more prior to the now. But the thought of Rory moving on with another guy he made him nervous; Logan was the type of guy to know what he wanted.Â
But Marriage, commitment, man he swore he felt the wetness, the sweat that dared to take over his handsome face. But he knew Rory, she had to realize him sneaking in through her window, using his spare time to come chasing after her meant he liked her. Meant Rory didnât compare to anyone else. But Logan wasnât ready for the commitment, labels discussion, besides who knows if this worked for himself. He was stepping out of his comfort zone now, with her. A relaxed expression displayed on his features now. As he eased into the talk, fingers slowly soothingly traced along her arm with ease, to bring a sense of comfort, of safety as he personally was navigating how he wanted to approach the relationship aspect. Fun, we had fun together, a reassured smile traced along his lips now. â We take it one step at a time.â It felt like a promise, a compromise for where Loganâs head was at. A ride, now it was meaning to be intriguing, he wanted to entice Rory; throw out excitement into the wind. A wiggle of his brows towards the female, as he aired out the words in a reply. â Stay by me and I promise itâll be a ride.â A flirter is what Logan was; it came natural to him, As he shifted closer to the female Angling his head enough to let his hues meet her own. The town loved Rory, she was joy and their girl, and I suddenly felt like I was going to be watched while I attempted to give Rory it all.Â
â Sounds like Iâd be under quite the microscope, I think I might have to cut my loses now..â Skip town hung at the edge of his words. In that teasing tone, a wicked expression now; not that Logan was serious; no backing down now..
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I never felt more relieved to hear a ringing of a phone until the moment I waited outside Roryâs window. I knew the chances of her mother allowing me inside if she caught sight of me lurking around the porch. I was nothing if not sleuth; I had to owe it to all the years of sneaking out of windows in the mansion, or the pipes Iâve managed to climb down unsnatched. But this time I knew what I wanted to do; I wanted Rory to hear me out. I had no idea what words would come out of my mouth seeing as I felt the nerves coursing through my body. But I also knew i had to see her.Â
The town was small; but with the address I had managed to squeeze out of Paris it felt easy going. The big hurdle was escaping her mother. I felt the rage her mother might exhibit if she had seen me. Itâs why I held my hand right above the glass until I watched her frame leave my view and the wood door had closed. Exhaling a sigh of relief; I had let my fist knock gentle against her glass window. Did I think Rory had gotten wind I was coming? No because I could tell Paris had been begging me to not go after her; and I couldnât figure out why. Yeah I had hurt the brunette; I had broken her hopes for us. But I had no intentions. For the first time I wasnât being selfish, I wasnât focused on myself. I believed I wasnât enough; that Ace would get bored of me, that she would realize she was wrong about me. I was a waste of space as a boyfriend; along the way of friends with benefits; I saw who I wanted to be. For her.Â
It scared the living shit out of me. I felt my hands sweating; which is why the second I offered a gentle at ease smile to the female when she spotted me, I had pulled my palms to my shirt and tried to will the sweat to go away. But I had stopped worrying about my sweating palms, or the nerves I felt when I saw her. On crutches? Was Rory in an accident? Brows pushed together confused. Logan had tilted his head to the side attempting to grasp onto what happened? It had only been a few days since Rory stomped out of my dorm room; a few days since I felt that ache in my chest. I was worried for her, I was feeling the ache in my heart why? Because Rory was hurt; and now it clicked; maybe Paris was giving a warning sign, because she didnât want me to hear about Rory being hurt? The thoughts kept spinning in my head; as she inched closer.Â
Lock hatched up, I had heard her voice quipped up with question probably dying to know. Considering she never told me where she lived, or the exact address the last thing I wanted was for her to believe I was stalking her out; definitely not my style please I had class, well sometimes. Placing my hands on the edges of the window I had used my upper body to pull myself through the window, once my feet had landed on the boards of her bedroom; I took a second to admire the shelf of books, the big tv, which was probably all her grandmotherâs doing. Eyes slowly moved until they landed on her; the knots now forming.Â
â Paris told me, I wanted to talk to you, and I kinda made her, Donât get mad.â A plead because honestly this encounter could go one of two ways; awfully wrong, or Rory could be willing to hear me out. Arms falling to my sides; the male had waiting a second; hoping she would show if this was a good idea or not.
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Epic Mickey but some of the old concepts were kept. Not sure what to call this? Epic Mickey: Tale of Two Brothers?
Oswald is Wasteland's kind ruler who aims to give whatever he can to himself and his people, and he is willing to do anything it takes. With the help of the Blot and the Mad Doctor, the heart of a certain mouse may be the answer. Mickey finds himself in a world filled with toons from his past and must adventure across this land to get back home. The king here seems kind, but his eyes wreak with hate despite the kindness of his smile. Both brothers mean well in their goals, but how they go about it determines how this story will end.
#my art#sketch#epic mickey#oswald the lucky rabbit#mickey mouse#epic Mickey au#ortensia the cat#gus gremlin#im not sure how this could play out#this is more of a fun idea to mess around with#epic mickey: tale of two brothers au
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A little animation I made of Dream and Nightmare for fun, it's pretty short and simple but not bad for my second go at animation I think ^^
The music is from here, I highly recommend listening to the full thing cause it's so beautiful!
Quick explanation for the song and a gif version under the cut
So when I was first dipping my toes into utmv stuff like a year ago, I made a slideshow for my sister with a bunch of au Sanses, let her guess what kinda vibe she thought they had and then gave her a list of names/ aus to see if she could figure out who was who (she did surprisingly well and I'm proud of her).
Well, when I first showed her pictures of Dream her immediate reaction was "this guy looks like he's from zelda" and it's just always stuck with me. Somewhere along the way I started headcanoning Dream playing some kind of instrument when they were kids and when I heard the pan flute version of zelda's lullaby everything kind of fell into place.
So here they are, having a little moment of peace finally, brothers together again c:
#UTDR#UTMV#Dream Sans#Nightmare Sans#My Art#Collapses into a pile of bones this took soooo long#Sandee if you're reading this you're SO much stronger than me I don't understand how you've made multiple whole videos#This was like 8 frames long and it sucked the life outta me -A-#But!!! I had fun#And I'm happy with it#It's pretty basic and a lil choppy but it's finished and it's mine c:#I had big grand ideas about having it fade between them as kids and adults#And also leaves falling and clouds moving in the background#But I don't have the patience for that lol#This is a good first project though ^^ I might mess around with animations more in the future#But I think I'm ready to go back to flat drawings that don't move for a bit#And I've got more kitties to draw for the future!!#And werewolves and vampires now too!! :D
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The sillies ever, theyâre everything to me <3
#I think they look kind of weird#Itâs cause I was messing around with my artsyle#And how I draw them#I just had to get this silly little idea out of my brain#It was so much fun to do#I LOVE THEM MY BLORBOS#be more chill#michael mell#jeremy heere#bmc#boyf riends#my art#MILO ART
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some studies as of late :]
#cal draws#first cal draws post that isn't fanart? oh hey!#messed with halftone brushes on the second one#first drawing was done in july#second in august!#having a lot of fun with realism studies. when i'm in the mood for it#also playing around w/ the idea of ocs that look like this... more coming soon maybe :3#each took around an hour?
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random omegaverse thought:
There must be people who experience specific instinct things with indifference or boredom.
Procreative cycle coming up? "Crap, I've got plans this weekend...stupid skip weeks."
Caught an intriguing scent while walking? "But I need to get to work! Shut up brain."
Had a snap response to a distressed sound? "Who was it?! ...right, it's my day off, I can go back to sleep."
Somebody growled at them? "Kid, I'm not a rival, that's my sibling."
Super cozy cuddle session happening nearby? "I'm gonna pass tonight guys, no social battery left, maybe next time."
Group of friends heading out to flirt and check out other singles? "I'm coming with you but only to make sure you all get home safe."
Setting where fated mates or soul bonds or permanent marks are a thing? "Meh. I don't really want one or care if I ever get one."
People in the actual omegaverse would get as bored of their stuff, as we do of ours, you know? It could be interesting to see that kind of vibe in fics. Biological demands faced with all the excitement of paying bills or doing laundry or tying your shoes.
Even if that kind of energy might not drive a plot, it could be interesting to have as a contrast to the people who do have big feelings about them - good or bad.
There's the friends who can't wait til they have a pack of their own, and the one friend who isn't against it but couldn't care less. There's the group in the office who are all about scent compatibility tests and figuring out one's best match and what sprays most highlight it, and the coworker who has no intentions on putting that much effort in. There are parents who hover and protect their offspring by scenting them multiple times a day, and others who don't see what the fuss is as long as it's done in the morning.
...also: packs with introverts who show care by giving each other space. So often, closeness is depicted through physical touch and tactile affection, but comfortable silence is meaningful too. Knowing people are near, but not having to interact until you're ready. Sitting in the same room doing different things, knowing that all it takes is a "hey, look at this" to share what you're up to. People understanding and accepting each other's differing or fluctuating needs for how and when to recharge. Seeing somebody reaching out or sharing space, beyond what's their norm, as a signal of the fact that they care.
#omegaverse worldbuilding#a/b/o worldbuilding#a/b/o dynamics#kinda#not gonna tag sfw though it mostly is#heat/rut mention#twovvie chatters#hi its me im introverts#a version of me in omegaverse would love to live in a pack house#as long as i could have a space to myself#people nearby? good! people around all the time? uhhhh#even my family knows that after so many hours of fun family party#i'm gonna disappear to whatever room has the fewest people in it#or find a random corner and start reading#âoh! i didnt know you were hereâ yes that was the plan#also i just find the idea of someone#who couldnt care less about pairing up#to be funniest in a setting where that's a big deal#âtoo bad you havent found a mate yetâ âno i already know who it isâ#âcongrats! when do we meet them?â âoh i didnt mean that i'm going to date them. i just know who it is.â#âbut i thought you were single?â âyup.â âdon't you want a mate?â ânah too annoying.â#cycle day? nice i get a free day off work#cycle day? ugh not this again#the duality of man (a/b/o edition)#granted i hc heats/ruts as heightened libido and greater fertility#because i dislike elements of heats/ruts that (imo) mess with people's ability to freely consent#if the only non-sexual options are pain or solitude and the species needs compaionship as much or more as regular humans#then not being able to or being unwilling to is like a punishment for those people#sure stress or other needs can short circuit it (irl) but theres plenty of reasons to not be interested that arent âyou have a problemâ#surely i'm not the only person who reacts to various body requests with âlater i'm busyâ right?
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Sabezra in a fantasy au for the ask game?
I have no idea if this was what you were looking for but it's what my brain invented, so ta-da!
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Mother had forbidden---Forbidden, actually with a capital F---Sabine from leaving the Seelie realm to look for trouble.
So the next time she got restless, she made sure she'd already found trouble before she left.
Today, trouble looked like a grungy teenage boy, in ratty jeans and a faded orange sweatshirt, stomping through the woods. He seemed like the type she could mess with. Bored with life, discontent, easily fooled. Maybe she could even trick him into following her home for a while and see how he fared there.
(She'd ask him for his name, first, of course. She always did. It was an old trick, and rather overdone, but that was why she did it. If a human was stupid enough to ignore all the old stories and warnings and just tell her that right off the bat, she didn't feel bad about causing them further trouble. They earned it.)
She waited, unseen, until he had passed her by. Then, with a last glance over her shoulder to make sure no one of her mother's Court had noticed her, Sabine slipped through the dark mists that parted one world from the other.
"Hey, there!" Sabine called out at his back. He stopped in his tracks and turned around, looking at her in curiosity, but with far too little suspicion.
Sabine smiled.
This boy may not know what she was---not yet---but if Sabine had her way, he would find out.
Oh, he would find out.
#(spoiler alert Ezra is already aware of the existence of the Seelie and is wandering around specifically because he wants to meet one.)#I got this idea because of Ezra's habit of not telling people his name!#(and then I didn't even get to the part where he tells her he's jabba the hutt lando calrissian brom titus the emperor's nephew etc.)#i don't think i've ever actually read anything with fey in it so this was the product of a lot of quick googling lol#ficlet#sabezra#fantasy au#modern fantasy#AU ask game#I ended the ficlet there because tbh I wasn't sure if I wanted Ezra to be a normal human kid who finds a Seelie#and then tries to mess with her by trapping her in a promise and he SUCCEEDS and she's Very Irritated but also Slightly Impressed#...except he kinda trapped himself with that promise too so basically they're stuck at each other's side until he tells her his actual name#OR if I wanted Ezra to be a bored Unseelie who has also been Forbidden from looking for trouble#so he's just wandering around hoping that trouble finds him. and it does.#edit: NEVER MIND I CAME UP WITH A 3RD AND MORE FUN IDEA
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