#this uhhhh got way longer than i meant it to

[lctibule]

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ ❝ You're pretty cute, you know that? ❞ 《 for minjoon, from xiao! 》

flirtingㅤㅤㅤ☾ㅤㅤㅤaccepting

ㅤflirting and someone's interest in him is not the sort of thing that minjoon has ever been good at picking up on — that's kind of the biggest reason he's only really been in two relationships in the past. but xiao, as he's come to learn, is extremely direct. it's the sort of thing joon would normally appreciate about someone, but here? right now, in this very moment? he's a little too startled to let much more than the word 'cute' register.

eyes flit to xiao's face only to quickly dart away again when they meet his gaze. his mouth opens and closes, but no sound comes out so he simply ends up looking like a fish out of water — which is actually rather fitting, seeing as that's exactly what he feels like he is right now. cute. him? a chiseled playboy like xiao thinks he's cute? oh, this is... this is a strange and overwhelming feeling that he has no idea how to handle.

ㅤㅤ" ...thank you. "ㅤit's the only halfway decent response his frazzled brain can come up with on the spot, but he regrets it the instant the words leave his tongue. thank you? that's the joke of a line that comes out of a bumbling protagonist in a rom-com who's never been flirted with before. if his cheeks weren't already flushed before, they sure are now.

racking his brain for something better to say, something more fitting and less ridiculous, minjoon shifts in place, swaying slightly as he shuffles his feet. nervous fingers pick at the skin around his nails, and he clears his throat to buy some time even as his mind remains hopelessly blank despite the whirlwind of thoughts rushing past.

but maybe— ...maybe he's overthinking this and it's best to just be honest here? to be just as direct in return?

ㅤㅤ" i... sorry. i'm not quite sure how else to respond. i wasn't... exactly expecting to hear that. "ㅤit's blunt, but it's the only way he can think of to explain himself and brush aside any concerns of disinterest. gaze remains fixed on the floor, on his hands, on the bookshelves around them — anywhere but on xiao, because if he looks at the other man's face again he simply won't be able to focus on putting thought into word.ㅤ" never been good at this sort of thing. flirting... usually involves a lot more subtext that i've never been able to read, but the alternative of something more direct like that is, uhm. alarming. not in a negative way, just... i have a hard time thinking when i'm put on the spot. "ㅤand now he's talking too much. he really can't win, can he?ㅤ" ...this probably isn't the reaction you were aiming for, is it? "

[moolah-moolah]

Silly and Insignificant | Luther Von Ivory

♡ Paring: Luther Von Ivory x fem!reader

CW(s): Nothing

Author's note: Okay, technically this is my second fic I've written but I'm not counting the other one for reasons. I could've written better but I kept worrying >:( Anways, I hope this is decent and yeah, I was cussing myself out while writting this. Everyone is probably OOC. I'm probably gonna have to make a part 2 because most of this was literally just exposition😭 I SWEAR it's gonna get to the Luther parts soon, TRUST. Also sorry if there are still grammar problems even after I proofread it. It's late and I'm tired.

Life's been fine. Everything was. Of course you struggled and had your triumphs as most do, but something wasn't right. No, perhaps "not right" weren't the right words but more like something missing. As corny as it sounded, it seemed like a part of you was out there, and as frustrating as it was... not with you. I mean of course you'd feel that way. You had a life but refused to live it.

Tragic.

Maybe that's why you left your home, your friends, your family... and your past. In favor of something more. Which for some reason, meant getting lost in the forest. Not that it really mattered though. If you were gonna die, let it be something memorable.

As you walked, picking up and examining things as you went. You notice a drowsiness washing over you. Did you drink water before you left? Use the bathroom?! Maybe you should've thought this through more. But you could've sworn it wasn't too late when you left, about 4 or 5 maybe? But taking a look at the sky made you realize you had been out here for longer than anticipated.

You decided to rest on a nearby tree. Your throat felt as dry as sandpaper and you feel your mind start to drift off as you begin to lose consciousness. However, not before catching a glimpse of some shiny brown shoes getting closer and closer to you.

When you came to, you realized you weren't in the forest anymore. Rather you were in a house. A rather strange and tacky house. "What.. the hell?" Were the only words that came from your throat. You felt like you had more to say but you couldn't find the words, it didn't matter though since your train of thought got interrupted by someone coming in.

"Oh, you woke up." A young man with curly red hair said. Which you only responded with a tilt of your head and a confused look. He seemed to take note of this as he got closer and handed a glass of water to you. "Here. You were dehydrated." The freckled boy said with a tired yet polite smile.

You took the glass and drank deeply. He just stood there and seemed like he wasn't sure if he should watch you or look somewhere else. So he just kind of kept shifting his gaze awkwardly and fidgeting with whatever he could get his hands on. After finishing the water, you couldn't help but strike of a conversation with him. If not to know where the hell you were, he could be a decent person to converse with. At least he seemed normal enough to not be the one to have kidnapped you. "Ahem, so uhm.... what's going on- I mean, why am I even here?"

He turned his attention back to you, as if not expecting to be talked to. But he spoke up after a second. He gave you a sort of awkward expression that seemed to be mixed with a bit of sympathy as he rubbed the back of his neck with his gloved hand. "Well... about that. It was gonna be a dinner situation again.. but uhhhh, we made sure to really check and... surprise!... you're still alive and um... homeless? So he decided to let you stay with us for a bit."

This made you quirk up a brow. 'He? Who the hell is he??' Sensing your confusion the redhead almost answered but the sound of the front door opening made him jolt a bit. "Fuck..." he muttered under his breath. He quickly took the now empty glass and speed walked to the door. He didn't leave without saying something though.

"Look I wasn't even supposed to be in here. Let's just keep this between us and hopefully... hopefully they don't get too attached." He then gestured to himself and gave you a smile but it seemed to be devoid of any real emotion. "Don't wanna end up like me in this stupid getup." he said with a dry, humorless chuckle and then left, shutting the door.

Weird. But not something to fret over... hopefully. So you laid back down on the bed and shut your eyelids. Maybe you could sleep the confusion off? Though you're not sure how that'd even work.

It only felt like a few seconds had past but the sounds of soft whispering and chattering woke you up. You opened your eyes and sat up instantly and to your surprise, there was people standing around the room you rested in. "What the f-" You get interrupted by a yell of a dorky looking boy with glasses and unruly hair.

"Big brother! She's awake!" he exclaimed while pointing a gloved hand at you. This made the tall man with a bob standing near the window snap his head to you. He walked over and crossed his arms. "Oh, I was wondering when you'd wake up." he tilts his head to an almost unnatural degree as he continues.

"I thought I miscalculated for a second." You must have been giving him a look because he then adds on to his words. "I found you in the woods," He then straightened his posture and smiled?... You weren't really sure what to call it but you knew it was unsettling. Though, maybe it was his way of seeming friendly?

"I couldn't just leave you there to die alone. That would be cruel." To this, you just nodded. "Uhm, right. So like.... ughm..." you cover your mouth with your hand, muffling what you were gonna say. Which was nothing. What the hell would you even say?

"In any case, dinner is almost ready. I'll call you down when it is." The tall man then leaves. Leaving only you and his brother. He just stared at you as if waiting for you to do something. Like some sort of animal. You clear your throat. "Uh, can I hel-" you get cut off by him suddenly pulling up a porcelain doll from god knows where and shoving it right in your face.

"HEY SO YOU WANNA LOOK AT MY DOLL COLLECTION WITH ME?" His sudden change in volume caught you off guard and made you fall back a bit. "Um, no-"

It didn't matter, because now you find yourself in his room looking at all 70,456 dolls. Though you doubt that was the number. There was probably more but you've looked at so many that their faces blended together. Meanwhile the boy kept going on and on. He seems really into it and you had to admit, it was a bit endearing. Though thankfully Luther called you both down for dinner.

When everyone was seated, you just sat there sticking out like a sore thumb. It was a little awkward and the "food" that was served was... questionable but edible. You weren't gonna complain.

After dinner, everyone kind of did their own thing but you decided to help him with the dishes. As you washed the dishes and he dried them, you couldn't help but be fascinated with him. So of course you speak up. "So uhm... you thought I was homeless?" This made Luther pause and look at you. "Are you not?"

"Well, not.... really? I mean, yes technically I did all the stuff so no I don't live in that place anymore and don't currently have a place to live because I was kinda betting I'd be a drifter... uhm, yeah." you feel yourself get a bit red from the explanation you gave. Damn you guess you're homeless.

You sigh and shake your head dismissively. "Agh, but that doesn't matter." you hand the last plate to him and for a brief moment, both your hands touch. It felt strange, but in a good way. Like a electric spark coursed through you both. So you couldn't help but get a little flushed.

"Ah, sorry-" The both of you say at the same time. But then you kinda just pause and stare at each other. His unblinking eyes that were previously unnerving seemed kind of charming now. You would get more into detail about your new forming thoughts about him but the sounds of water overflowing caught your attention as you frantically turned the sink off and dealt with the issue.

Meanwhile Luther just watched you. From what you could see from your peripheral, he was just standing there stiffly. As if lost in his own thoughts. Though as quickly as you took note he snapped out of it and helped you out.

Oh, you could just tell.... these coming days with this family would be long but never boring. How fun.

[the-fiction-witch]

The Best Way To Start The Day

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating SMUT

I woke, as I so often did these days now, my body naked swaddled in the cotton hospital sheets, the heat of the morning sun cascaded across my body,  The heat of skin against my own. The only sound was the click of the clock ticks, the gentle sound of my breaths, and his. Light threatened to force my eyes open but I ignored it. I laid my head against his peck, I listened to the sound of his heartbeats, of his breaths, they were slow and constant giving me comfort. My hand was on his stomach, and my fingers absentmindedly drew shapes on his skin with my fingertip. 

His body shifts and stirs under me, a gentle yawn. 

"Umm Good Morning," I cooed my voice barely louder than a whisper.

His callus hand found my hair, he stroked his hand down my head, his fingers knotted themselves around the loose strands of my hair, "Good mornin'" He whispered into my hair, 

"Morning. Ing." I corrected, 

"Shit- Yeah Morning." He sighed as he rubbed his eyes, 

"You are spendin' too much time with Fagin," I giggled purposely I mimicked him, 

"No I'm just tried Hun," He yawned, 

"Awww, Sleepy?"

"Mhm..." He nodded, 

"Ohh dear, you poor thing, you want to rest some more?"

"No, no I'll get up... eventually." 

"You can sleep a little longer if you want to Jack,"

"No, I need to wake up,"

"Alright," I smiled as I nuzzled closer into his chest and rubbed my nose on him,

"Umm I'm meant to be getting up, you cuddling me tighter doesn't help that hun."

"Five more minutes,"

"Five more," He cooed as he kissed the top of my head, 

I smiled and held him as close as I could as I tried to savour every second of our sweet snuggle, my fingers drew little pictures on his skin, 

"What are you drawing?" He asked,

I giggled and began to write him secret little messages, 'H. I.'

"Hummm Hi hun," He smiled as he kissed my head again, 

I smiled and drew a little heart across his chest, and he smiled back as he drew a heart across my arm, I blushed and wrote him another little message, 

'I.L.O.V.E.Y.O.U'

He smiled and stroked my jaw to tip my head to face him, he pulled me closer so our lips could gently touch, and as I pulled back he stroked across my cheek with his thumb, "I love you too." he whispered as if afraid if he spoke those words any louder the whole hospital would hear him, 

I giggled and wrote him a final secret message

'B.O.O.P'

"What does that mean?" 

I smiled and tapped the tip of his nose, "Boop."

"Boop" he laughed as he tapped my nose back, "Ohh god- I need to get up..."

"You still tried?"

"Very much so, Sorry hun I can't seem to wake up this morning,"

"Would you like some help?"

"Help?" he chuckled, 

"Well, would you like a hand?" I cooed as I moved my hand to draw little hearts on the bottom of his stomach, He gasped and held his breath as he felt where my hands were headed, He nodded quickly, I giggled and slipped my hand under the sheets until I met his erection. I gently stroked across his shaft. He bit his lip hard and was restricting himself, so I spoke up. "Don't limit yourself, Jack, I want you to relax, don't restrain yourself, let it all go and relax," I cooed as I firmly took his shaft in hand, 

"Uhhhh!" He groaned and threw his head against the pillow his mouth hung open, his body untensed as he fully gave into my hand and the pleasure I supplied him. "Uuughhhh! uuuhh!" 

I giggled and softly moved my hand making sure to make it as pleasurable for him as I could, and even this early he struggled to contain himself, his moans fell unhindered by his concerns of fears merely as they should be, an outlet for his pleasure, his hand gripped the sheets and other held me close to him, so if needed he could kiss my head and knot his fingers in my hair as I gradually got faster, and faster, and faster, I never gave him a second of mercy but I'm sure if I did he'd have begged me to continue. 

"UUuuughhhh! Uughhhh Y/n! Honey! Uughhhhh!" He whined his hips bucked up towards my hand in his desperate state "Please! Please..." He gasped, So I did as he asked and moved my hand hard, fast and tightly and that was enough to send him over his edge his jizz sputtered across the sheets, He let out a long and throaty moan before his whole body collapsed into the mattress, his mouth hung open as he desperately gasped for breath,

I giggled as I licked what little ended up on my hand and I smiled as I nuzzled closer and gently rubbed his stomach given all the tension that had built in his desperation I wanted to make sure he didn't get an upset tummy from such excitement "There we are, That better?"

"Mhm... Much better Hun."

"Good, I'm glad" I smiled as I squeezed him a little tightly and he squeezed me back "The best way to start the day."

"I have to agree," he chuckled, "I'd love for you to do that every morning,"

"Well, Maybe I will someday" I smiled as I kissed his lips "But come on, you need to get to work," I reminded before I climbed out the bed, and looked around his room for my dress, but I noticed his eyes as he watched my naked body, so I rested my hands on my hips and turned to face him "Yes Jack?" I glared playfully 

"Come back to bed hun," he smirked in his usual sly smile, 

"You have work, you have your rounds to do, and that amputation at ten and-" I began but, 

"Honey," He smirked authority to his voice, which made it less a request and more a demand. "Come back to bed, honey." He practically ordered as he curled his index finger slowly towards himself three times, in his little 'come hither' gesture,

I rolled my eyes a little and went back over as soon as I was within reach he tugged me into the bed to sit on his lap, "Jack!" I protested "You have to go to do your work."

"Work can wait," he smirked as he tugged me down to kiss him, 

[seraphmaws]

(feel free to help with flag id, I don’t feel well enough to make them rn)

Neoidyn

A alternative term for Xenoidenity, Neoidyn is the same concept of xenogender, but rather than something relating to your gender, it applies to your identity. It can apply to your whole identity or only parts of it (which can include gender). Neoidyn can be used along side of xenos and is NOT anti-xenogender. Any gender can double as a Neoidyn (Examples, Catgender can be Catneoid, Boything can be used as a Neoidyn, and so forth). Neoidyn can be used by anyone and can be altered to fit one’s experience.

This is not a replacement for xenogenders, but rather a counterpart. More information under cut

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Here it is!! Ive had a fascination with xenogenders for years now and i’ve connected with many of them. However, i never could connect to them on a gender level, but rather on an identity level. The term xenoidenity seemed like the perfect term for me, though unfortunately, everything i’ve read about it claims it is meant to be inherently anti-xenogender. I never felt comfortable going ahead with using the term as i am pro-xenogender and firmly believe that one should identify as whatever makes them comfortable with themselves (as long as it’s not harmful *coughcough*radqueers*coughcough*). But there was a lot of confusion with the term as i saw a lot of back and forth between pro-xeno people reclaiming the term and anti-xeno people trying to maintain its anti-xeno intention. I’ve had enough and decided to coin this so i have some peace of mind and no longer worry about using a term that is against what i’m am firmly for.

(Edit: So uhhhh, when I started making this I had no idea xeniden already existed. But this one is meant to be an add on to existing terms while xeniden looks like you have to coin a separate term. There are also not many xenidens from what I’ve seen. I’m coining this for my own personal comfort, I hope this isn’t too much of a recoin)

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How It’s Used

Neoidyn is essentially meant to be compatible with all genders. That meaning any gender can be a Neoidyn. For example, you can take Catgender, change “gender” to ���neoid” and boom, you’ve got Catneoid. For terms that don’t have gender in its name (Ex: Boything), you can leave it as is. Neoidyn is meant to be very open ended so it can fit any experience. Catneoid can mean:

- Identifying as a cat

- Identifying with cats

- Having a strong connection to cats

- Behaving like a cat

- Being cat kin/linked/hearted or a cat alterhuman

- Being catgender

- And anything having to due with cats that can be tied to identity

- As well as any of these examples combined

There is absolutely no wrong way to use Neoidyn. It’s essentially an add on to xeno/neogenders. Since Neoidyns are intended to use existing genders/terms as a base, there is no need to coin your own or make your own flags. You may, however, coin subterms for Neoidyn

This is not necessary, but if you’d like to indicate you use a xeno as a Neoidyn you can apply two dark bars in the corners of the flag like so:

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End note: I am NOT a mogai/liom blog, I’m just a silly lil editor and stimboard maker who wanted to fill a gap within his identity 😭 This is a one off thing and I won’t be coining anything else after this, my silly edits and stims will resume shortly. This also gave me extremely anxiety posting this and I don’t wanna go through that again lmao. I don’t wanna be too involved with this, I just wanna hand this to yall, let yall go wild with it, and be done. Like I said, I made this for my own personal comfort and at least if I have this out there other people may connect with this and I can have an easier time explaining my identity. Credit is absolutely not required, just go crazy

[rederiswrites]

Arden and Lucanis' budding relationship is a whole series of stumbles and learning, really. It's not especially smooth, although I don't think of it as being high-conflict, either. Just a lot of invisible hazards where they upset or misunderstand each other without ever meaning to.

Arden doesn't start with a positive attitude towards spirit possession--neither of them do, obviously. Spite actually isn't a huge stumbling block, though, because Lucanis is so obviously not the standard abomination that Arden's natural curiosity is piqued, and there's plenty to feed it. After seeing Emmrich interact with spirits generally and Spite in particular, he really wants to be bros with Spite. Which Emmrich thinks is frankly oversimplifying a creature of the Fade, but which Spite thinks is great.

Lucanis probably doesn't start with an especially high opinion of Tevinter military training, for that matter. But he realizes soon enough that comparing assassin training to military training when you've set up an assassin situation is hardly fair. Military training is meant for direct, sustained confrontation in numbers, and is, in fact, better for that than Crow training is. They have a lot to teach each other, and have a lot of fun teasing each other.

Trickier are the things where Arden thinks they're the same, and takes longer to realize that no. No, not really. He thinks they both grew up in well-to-do families, until he sees the Dellamorte compound and realizes that there's a huge fucking difference between "we have a town house and a country house" rich and "we have an opera house in our palatial compound and also more than one vineyard" rich.

Then there's the one every Rook faces. Arden doesn't know a damn thing about being ace and is like, "I thought he wanted me uargghgh what did I do?" total confuse allo noises. And then he goes to his oldest friend in the group, Lace, who is also very open and straightforward about attraction and is thus not really the help he needs, except to say, "No bro I'm pretty sure he's into you, so uhhhh I also have no idea but things suck real bad for him rn so probably it's that??"

And they both think that their childhood treatment was very similar, until Arden realizes that there's a chasm between the way his father treated him and growing up with a parental figure who will starve you to make a point and kill you if you refuse to be her tool. Yes, they both were trained harshly. Yes, they both got their share of bruises from their parent figures. Yes, they both faced very rigid expectations for their future. But ultimately Arden said no and walked away, and Lucanis can't even allow himself to think like that.

[rickytickychow]

Ok uhhhh initial thoughts cuz I'm SO dazed

FIRST OFF THE ANIMATION KICKED ABSOLUTE ASS WHAAAAAT the fight scenes the goofy little gags the goddamn FIGHT fight everything was so smooth and atmospheric whaaaaat

This got way longer than I anticipated lmao enjoy?

Okay so uh. As cool and awesome as the Cherub b plot was (AND SWEET AND ADORABLE THAT THE REST OF I.M.P. FOLLOWED BLITZ??? AAAAAWWWWW) I think we all Understand What's Going On there so imma dive into the MEAT of this one pun intended lol

Ummmmmm so first of Blitz VERY CLEARLY CARES AND IS ANXIOUS ABOUT SHOWING STOLAS A GOOD TIME???? But since their relationship has been technically "friends with benefits+" all he knows about Stolas is the sex stuff. He didn't even know how to describe the mood!! The MOOD!!! Alexithymic whore. He had NO idea Stolas wanted an emotional conversation because their full moon meetings were Always "hey sexy let's do this" bc they both enjoy each other's company. Blitz's problem is that he sincerely believes that anyone could truly enjoy just his company.

As for Stolas???? Goofy ass bird. Good god. Like he's outta meds he very clearly didn't mean to start their meeting with such a somber tone or make it about his book. While he was talking about Blitz being tied to him, in Blitz's view it very easily sounded like Stolas was the one who felt "tethered." Blitz outright denies this at first because of the routine they've built; he is SO attached to the idea that Stolas only wants sex because it keeps his feelings safe, so when Stolas sprung this on him and actually meant it OF COURSE he got confused.

Hot-and-cold out of meds repressed emo bird or not, Stolas should Not have started it off so emotionally without warning; he then misinterpreted what Blitz was trying to do with the gifts and attitude the imp brought. He cares about Blitz's business, but didn't make it clear that that's what he wanted to talk about. Like starting that off with "I need the book back permanently" when he REALLY should've led with anything else shows how easily a conversation can go south when two people aren't on the same page.

They both tried to do something nice for each other that the other wasn't prepared for. Blitz does care about Stolas but IMMEDIATELY assumed Stolas was getting "creative" with his advances, genuinely confused by the tone-shift compared to their previous meetings. Given the joke sinstagrams and what little full moon fuckery we see in the show, their meetings probably ALWAYS started playfully. Stolas IMMEDIATELY threw a curve ball that Blitz wasn't ready for and takes the imp's Very Inappropriate response as rejection.

It wasn't a rejection, but the way Stolas didn't think for a second WHY Blitz might not believe him to have feelings??? Or even ask???? Fucks me up but at the same time makes sense. Stolas got up and walked away because he was upset, leaving Blitz to be confused and alone in that room.

Who wouldn't get angry at that? Of course Blitz, thinking all his worst fears were being confirmed, finally lashes out about how he feels in his position. He took Stolas's initial words as "I don't want to be stuck with you anymore," found that Stolas really did want to talk about deeper feelings but never clearly expressed it, and Blitz got confused about their normal routine getting disrupted and his own efforts seemingly going unnoticed. And then Stolas leaves him alone. So fast, all of a sudden. Of course Blitz screamed after him, and Stolas doesn't know that this is how Blitz is when he's hurt and angry. It doesn't excuse the lashing out, but Stolas should not have made assumptions so quickly or turned his back on Blitz just like that. But he did, for understandable reasons:

All Stolas knows about Blitz is that his business is important to him.

All Blitz knows about Stolas is that he likes getting laid.

They do not know each other well enough for Stolas to have started that conversation immediately. There should've been a warning, a greeting, anything, but since he's off his meds and on his feels shit, Stolas doesn't get that.

Like AT LEAST SAY "Can we talk first?" Maybe call Blitz and say you have something important to discuss before springing it out of nowhere?????? But of course Stolas didn't think to do that, because he has no idea how Blitz sees himself. He has no idea that Blitz ignores his feelings in favor of actions to the point he can hardly even name them because they do not know each other.

Blitz had no idea that Stolas was being genuine. He had no idea that his push to get back into a normal routine would hurt Stolas because Blitz is not used to those honest conversations. He didn't know Stolas wasn't in the mood based on his posture because they do not know each other. Also Blitz, as we all know, can observe a room to death but cannot READ a room for shit. Autistic fucks both of them.

Stolas ran away because he felt rejected. Blitz screamed at him because he felt abandoned.

Idiots. Queer hypocritical emotionally stunted situationship of situationships I love this cartoon so much

wish my ex-relationship wasn't an early-twenties rendition of this shitshow but thats life lmao (yeah you'll never guess which half I am /sarc)

(Also so fucking cool how the crystal is attached to Blitz's glove).

[banyanas]

I saw your last ask about the pilot au, and it got me thinking, what if N's repair nanites infected Uzi when she stuck her hand in his mouth the reason the nanites haven't had a visible effect yet could be because something needs to activate the nanites, or they need to reach critical mass.

Unfortunately it wouldn’t work like that! It’s not possible for a Worker Drone to be infected by active DD nanites, or become something akin to a DD themselves- Pilot Au is more of uhhhh the scifi equivalent of low fantasy compared to canon’s middle-high fantasy equivalwnt, with its eldritch monstrosities and code magic.

Like, though not really the same in terms of actual structure and function, it’s a similar principle to keratin- once the repair nanites do their work, they’re no longer active and ‘alive’. Also! The spit nanites are notably weaker than the ones produced directly from a DD’s organic source since they’re more meant for acid/venom neutralization than repair.

But hey, at least this way Uzi can’t accidentally get Scifi Turbo Nanocancer lmao

[vinetae]

Vanilla and Jasmine - Part 2

Genre: Hybrid!AU, Mafia!AU, Smut, Angst, 18+

W.C: 7k

Pairings: Jimin x Reader, Jungkook x Reader

Warnings: Ohhh boy it's a lot. So first off starting with out appitizers is a little bit of angst. Followed by smut, smut, smut- uhhhh smut, and oh yeah more smut. Sex ed. talk, Jimin teaches Y/n the ropes, Jungkook gets a lil cray cray, Namjoon is the dominating daddy as always -how fucking considerate is he- we got some sad moments, and happy moments!! Jimin is literally so in love with Y/n like- guys it's almost too much for me. Jungkook and Y/n have a little flingy flingy thing going on until they don't 👀 Flashbacks, blowjobs, unknowing of sexual things!Reader, dom (like really really dom)!Jungkook, Soft Dom!Jimin (we'll see that later in the chapters 😉) uh Horny!Taehyung (same bro-) and eomma Jin because literally he is so precious. Sope being sope as always. Emotional reader and she's wishy washy on her decison because of 🌟 T R A U M A 🌟

A/n: Spent all day but literally guys it's so long -that's what she said- Like non-stop writing kind of long. Yeah. So, enjoy!!!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Fuck him

Fuck him

FUCK. HIM. 

Your body felt absent while laying flat out on Jimin's soft comforter. He'd been tucked in the corner, invested in some little self-help book he'd started a while back. Your limbs stretch out, high-pitched whines exhale past your lips in agony. 

"Jimin-" you moan out, feeling the numbing of your pills finally searing off. It had been a few hours, that you just laid here in silence. Planning all of their funerals, might you add. Your heat had decided to wait a little longer until you'd finally build up some good connections with the guys. Learned a bit more of their native tongue, without the reliance of Jungkook's horrible translations to aid. 

You admire how the soft glow from Sun's last drops of rays beam down into the room, illuminating his heavenly figure. Light, sandy blonde hair gets brushed back as he flips to another page. The agonizing sight leaves a burning ache between your thighs. Want nothing more than to just throw that book to the pits of hell and mark him all the way up his neck. You want his hands soothing the pained mumble of silent suffering below your stomach. The thought of just having his entire body to yours forced a large moan past your lips. His head quirks to the side to check on you. 

His heart truly did break at the sight. Your wrists tied at the joints to his chrome headboard, while the roll of your ankles bound to his footboard. The sweat drips down the sides of your forehead. Your pink tinted lips part, desperately staring at him to try and coerce a move. The flush in your cheeks, heavy and smeared. 

He also knew that what you wanted hadn't been from your own consciousness. You hadn't mentioned one thing to him about any of the things you've been begging aloud for, for the past 3 hours. Especially not 'Alpha's cock'. Whatever that meant. 

His eyes scan over the little words pressed in paper, as he flips to the other side. Trying to block out the strings of plea echoing in his room. 

"J-Jimin please-" desperation is clear in your tone. "I-I was so good!" Tears sliding down your cheeks faster than a slip-and-slide. Your emotions had fluctuated back and forth for the past three hours. Going from highs, to lows, usually cussing him out or begging him to fuck you against the window. No inbetween with this one. 

His heart hurt over this, truly. He didn’t know how much pain this would actually cause, Jungkook’s heats usually are pretty chill. 

But maybe that’s because Namjoon has had him on suppressants for almost half a decade now..

Your back arches off the bed, arms stretching out to pleasingly grip onto something to release from this demon. It had felt like a thousand ropes coiled around your neck, snagging you towards his way, just for even the tiniest bit of comfort. You just wanted his touch. Your body felt like it had been set on fire, the ache in your stomach now boiling to its highest level. 

You felt like dying. 

Not an ounce of embarrassment shines through as you cry out for him. The excruciating torture he heard taint your voice made a knock at the door abrupt. 

"Jimin! Let me in!" Jungkook's voice sounded urgent, laced with panic. Your body recoils at the thought of Jungkook going anywhere near Jimin, but something inside had led you to another thought. 

"Jimin isn't our Alpha."

"N-No.. I l-love him-" 

"You don't love him. You're just so pathetic,  wanting someone's cock." The voices' harsh words collide with your groggy senses. Lips parting to deny the thoughts with a slight whine, but somewhere deep down,

You knew it was true. 

All of a sudden you're met with Jungkook's body towering over yours. His palm placed against your forehead, pinching his nose from the prominent stench. 

"Did you try giving her an ice bath?" Jungkook twists his attention to Jimin, who'd shaken his head. 

"You told me to wait it out." Jimin replies, eyeing the empty pill bottle on his side table. Jungkook's eyes follow in horror. 

"Did you give them all to her!?!" Jungkook's voice toiled with anger, which made your pussy clench around nothing. The same voice so desperately trying to get you out of these chains. 

'He can be our alpha. Just imagine, having his little pups. Being his little breeding bitch, only useful for giving him the babies he deserves.'

"N-No..!" You cry out, trying to rid yourself of the thought all while repeating;

Jimin

Jimin

Jimin 

Jungkook.

..

Jimin's calm exterior quickly diminished when he noticed Jungkook's panicked tone. "Well she had been complaining of some pain so I gave her another dose." Jimin didn't really get the big deal. It didn't have any type of hormone altering additives to them, he read the back panel himself. 

"Her heat is trying to fight off the pills. The stronger dosage you give her, the more she's gonna fight them back. Her body is in overload!" Jungkook's quick to untie the knots around your limbs, as you quickly jump up to sit on your knees, knuckles digging deep into the comforter to try and control yourself. Your head hangs low, as deep breaths exhale your chest in agony. 

You couldn't let this win. 

Jungkook's expression scrunched when the scent of your heat hit his nostrils. He could already feel the stir in his cock, his own needs begging to tower this situation. Jungkook backs away, chest heaving while his hand grips the doorknob for support. 

"G-Get her in the tub. I-It'll help with the te- fuck.." Your head lifts, knowing damn well what Jungkook had been struggling with. Instead, you put all your might into Jimin's soft features. Focusing on that instead. 

Jimin snakes his arm under your side, lifting you from the bed to help you to the bathroom. Your body halts itself, eyes glancing at Jungkook's pained frame. A silent word comes to mind. 

The next thing you know you watch as Jungkook's fist slam back into the door, busting a hole wide open for everyone's viewing glory. His body trembles, eyes burning into yours as they melt away from chocolate brown, to a deep amber. He reaches out towards the door, calling for his owner weakly. 

"N-Namjoon!" His voice is hoarse and raw. A low growl slipping through, churning the fire in your stomach even more. Jimin's quick in stripping you of the green set pajamas Jin had bought for you a few days ago. His head tilting away, as he guides you into the ice cold tub. Your body pushes against his, fighting weakly for the right to not get in that Alaska bath. 

"Come on, Y/n you have to get in-" your fingers grip into the tightness of his skin, nails leaving deep imprints in their path. 

"Jimin please- please!" Your begs aid in no victory. He lowers you to the edge of the tub, tugging on the clasp of his belt. 

"We'll get in together, come on" he's soon stripped of all his items, left in only navy blue boxer briefs, coiled tightly around his thighs, meeting in the center for what was your rightful gift. Hands quick to fly up to tug the material down, he stops your actions. "No- I meant in the bath. I'll get in with you, okay?" Your voice pleads out in high pitched whines. 

"I don't want you in the bath, I want you in me!" His eyes widen, as you hear the low growl coming from outside the door. An idea tugs your thoughts. You stand, quickly making your way down the stairs before Jimin has any time to catch you. Completely bare, your voice calls out in sing-songy tones. 

"Jungkook!~"

"Fuck.." You hear him grumble. Eyes scanning over the room, ignoring the rest of the guys. 

Or.. maybe you don't have to. 

Hands raised in the air as a sort of invitation, for all the men to see your bare self. You could already smell their delicious pre-cum soaking through all of the underwear at the sight. 

"Who wants to fuck me!"

..

"Y/N GET BACK HERE-" Jimin's voice is rasp and harsh as he runs after your quick, and quite nude self with a towel to try and keep you decent. 

"No! You refused, so I go!" Your eyes set on Jungkook's figure who'd been sat on the couch's edge, nursing the tip of his beer in cope. A smirk plasters your lips. Your body sways itself over to his side, as you wrap your arms around his neck. His Adam's Apple bobs up then down from your proximity. "Kookiee~" you whine, straddling his lap with ease. His lips part, hands hesitant to hold your hips as he feels the warmth of your pussy side across his clothed cock that'd been begging to attention. 

"What… in the fuck is going on.." Yoongi quietly remarks, watching the pornographic scene unfold, chugging down a glass of Jungkook's stashed Banana Milk. 

"Jimin, why doesn't she have any clothes on?" Namjoon questions, head craning away out of respect for you. Some of the boys do the same. Others enjoy the free show. 

Jimin groans, trying to pry your body from Jungkook's,shielding your bare form with his own proportions. "Jungkook told me to give her an ice bath, but she didn't want to get in so I said I'd get in with her but now she's really fucking horny." He was displeased in this behavior, but mainly in himself. Had he just let his pride go and given you what you needed, you wouldn’t be straddling his friend’s lap, begging for his cock. Jimin’s hands clenched in anger. 

Hoseok lets out a chuckle, glancing up from the screen of his IPhone. "Makes sense why she'd go for Jungkook first." Their heads crane over to his comment, as your hands are halfway down Kook's jeans, taking his hard cock in your hand. Jungkook's head lulls back, hands kneading at your hips in agony. It was taking his everything he possibly could as to not flip you over and fuck you on this couch for everyone to watch. 

"What do you mean makes sense!?" Jimin's hands are no use for tugging you off. The mind of a mid-heat dog hybrid was much more determined than a simple human. 

"S-Someone please h-help!" Jungkook's whine pushes Namjoon from his spot on the couch, grabbing your hips to aid Jimin's struggles. The two men groan in frustration, Namjoon silently cursing under his breath. 

"Holy fuck, she's strong." He comments, trying another round. Jungkook's hips involuntarily grind up against yours, nearly chasing his own selfish high. 

"Hot damn, they're really gonna fuck right here." Jin chuckles, resting his chin against his palm to enjoy the show. His legs spread wide, his finger caught between plump lips. 

Taehyung turns around, eyes widening at the sight. "Holy shit that's hot." Hand unconsciously running along the outside of his jeans, toying with the zipper. 

"Tae are you gonna jack off to this?" Hoseok butts in, scoffing at the younger man's shameless actions. He smirks, unbuttoning his jeans to slide them down his thighs, watching as they circle his ankles. 

"Fuck yeah I am. Who needs shitty porn plots when you got these two." His fingertips dance along the seams closing around his cock, running a shutter through his body at the touch. Taehyung breaths out, palming his hand to his cock in a slow, teasing manner. “Slap her ass, Koo” He calls out. 

“Tae!” Jimin’s voice strung with annoyance towards his so-called ‘friend’. Taehyung’s shoulders lift to shrug. 

“We were all thinking it.” His tone, laced nonchalantly. 

“Actually I was thinking more of Kook bending her over.” Yoongi’s voice cuts in, which makes all the heads -except for yours and Jungkook’s, which had been so desperate to get two different things-. Yoongi’s glass lifts, cupping his lips around to gulp down a few sips. His body leaned against the side table’s edge now, peaked with curiosity towards the scandal unfolding in their living space. “You know? Give her the ol’ ‘doggy’.” He chuckles at the joke. 

All’d been quiet -except for yours and Jungkook’s struggling moans-.

“Tough crowd.” After a few beats of silence, he plops back down into the couch. Legs unconsciously spread, signaling his interest in the scene. Jin’s lips part slightly, adding in his own two cents. 

“Why not just stuff ‘em in the basement for a while ‘til they calm down.” 

“No.” Jimin’s quick to retort, sending his hyung a bold glare. Jin’s body shifts to the side, uncomfortable with the energy Jimin exceeded.

“

Namjoon's eyes roll. "Number one, Jungkook would refuse a condom. When Jiyeon comes over, she makes sure to always stay on birth control. With Y/n’s body, she’s already too far gone to try, plus it takes days to start working." He stands, pulling at your nape gently. Your head whips around, staring down the tall blonde. His voice lowers, rolling a wave of need through your lower body just like before. 

“Y/n, if you get off I’ll give you a surprise.” Your ears perk at the word, twisting around on Jungkook’s lap to face the brooding man. A smile tugs the corner of his lips, as he continues. “That means all the way off.” Your legs are hesitant, but with the look he’d been giving you, you’re quick to hop off, eager for the gift. His hand reaches behind your ear to scratch. 

“Good girl.”

..

This.. was the surprise?

Namjoon slides a little box towards your feet, crossing his arms in sync. “Well, don’t just stand there. Open it.” You bend at the knees, curious to see what you’d been promised for being good. Even though you knew you hadn’t. 

This-

Was not what you were expecting. 

His eyebrow quirks up, tilting his head in curiosity. “Do you like it?” 

Your hands poke at the little box tucked into the corner, buried underneath a few newspaper folders. He sighs, lowering himself to the ground to meet your level, helping unbox the item. In just a few seconds, he’s holding a strangely shaped object, almost like the bananas you saw using to make ice cream sundaes for movie night. Only, this had been a lot more… plastic-ey?

“Know how to use it?” His question pulls you from your train of thought. Head lifting, slow to nod. Whatever it is, you’re sure you could figure out how to use it. 

..

Five hours. 

Five fucking hours it took you, trying to figure out how to use Namjoon’s gift. In the shower, in the sink, hell, you even tried using it to clean the blinds with. Nothing had been working. You’d thought it might be just something like a puzzle. Something the care center used to let you and the other pups play with in your young years. But this - had been something new for sure. 

At first you thought it had been food. Yeah no, you were quick to rule that one out. 

Next, it might’ve been a vase of some sort. Nope, no flowers would fit either. Actually, there’d been no hole to even make it a vase. Don’t know how you got that idea..

Finally, you’d try using it as a hair curler. Seeing Taehyung using something similar. Only, this hadn’t gotten hot. So, maybe you had to use heat. Then, it kinda started to melt like ice cream. 

So after many tries and fails, and a big glob of Namjoon’s gift sitting on the floor, you’d decided to give up. 

Just as you were about to pack up what little glob you could back into the box, a knock sounded outside the door. Ears perking in curiosity, taking a sniff of the air. Who was this?

“Come in.” You call out, while trying to use a little page from Jimin’s books as a scooper-kinda-thing to put the melted pile into its box. Hadn’t worked very well either. 

“Hey, Y/n if you’re having trouble I can - what the fuck happened in here?” His eyes widen like saucer plates at the messed up room. The curtains ripped from i’s hooks out of their hooks, courtesy of your anger fit. Bed sheets all junked up from your little tantrum, and finally, the pink glob of goo sitting in front of you. His eyebrows knit together in confusion, bending down to meet your level, his voice is soft and sweet. 

“Uh= what.. Were you trying to do?” You huff, slapping your palm face down onto the floor in frustration. 

“Stupid thing is not good.” His head tilts to the side, hand reaching up to stroke your cheek gently, making your anger simmer just a bit. 

“Was it too.. Big?” You raise an eyebrow. 

“What?”

“Uh.. you know. Did it hurt too much?” 

“Well yeah, I burned my finger for this stupid thing.” 

“You.. what?” 

Now you both were confused. 

Just then, a set of footsteps march into the room, mouth dropping at the sight. 

“Y/n?” Your head lifts, body scooting away from Namjoon’s tall figure in cowardice. Was he mad? Were you not supposed to heat it up? 

Your body’s quick to tuck itself further behind Jimin’s using his as a shield. Hands trembling, as your voice begins to break. A flow of tears pricks your eyes in fear. “Pl-please- don’t send me back- I’m sorry! I’ll fix it!” 

Namjoon lowers his body until the three of you are sitting on the floor. Jimin’s hand reaches back, pulling you to his chest instead. You yell out, not wanting to get closer to Namjoon, but Jimin’s embrace keeps you planted. “Y/n-” His voice is soft and nurturing. Your cheeks burned with red, as more streams of tears stained your face. 

You could barely croak out; “Pl-please.. I don’t wanna go back..” 

Both the men’s hearts break at the words. How could they ever send you back to such a place? Anger burned in Namjoon’s chest at the thought. His hand reaches down, placing itself upon your knee to sooth you. “You’re not going back, Y/n. I promise.” You could feel Jimin’s palms rubbing circles into your back, which made you calm down just a bit for Namjoon to add on. “You’re here to stay, no matter what the boys say, okay?” You nod, making the two smile. 

“Now,” His head quirks over to the melted pile of goop you’d somehow created. “What happened here?” 

..

They both had been too stunned to speak. 

“So.. you’re telling me that.. You somehow managed to melt a dildo..” Namjoon’s strange sentence made your head tilt. “And you used it to curl your hair?” 

“Tried to, mister squidward. Tried to.” Jimin chuckles at your words, explaining them to his hyung. 

“I let her watch a few episodes of spongebob.” The two laugh in unison. 

“What is so funny?” Your arms cross, huffing. You’re hurt on how they couldn’t let you into such an.. What’s the word.. It’s something to do with being inside. And it’s funny…

“It’s just-” He could barely speak, laughing so hard at the thought of you using Taehyung’s flat iron to melt the sex toy. 

“It’s unheard of. That’s all.” Jimin cuts off Namjoon, speaking in his place. Once he’s calmed down, he asks once more. 

“So.. you DIDN’T know how to use it, huh.”

You shake your head. “You looked uncomfortable giving it to me.” 

“Because it was to help with your heat.” Your eyebrow lifts in confusion. 

“How?” They both exchange an awkward look, before Namjoon stands up. 

“Wow, would you look at the time- uh Jimin you’ve got this, right?” He’s quick to make it to the door before Jimin gets a say in his exit. 

“Wait hyung!-” 

Slam.

..

“Oh so I-”

“Mhm.”

“And that’s why Namjoon-”

“Mhm.” 

“And it goes in my-” 

“Yes, yes. Right on the money.” You glance down, lifting your butt to look up under you before giving him a confused expression. 

“I’m not sitting on money.” 

“I- … that’s an expression.” 

“Huh.” You think, sighing. “You humans talk weird.” He chuckles, nodding. 

“Indeed we do.” A few moments of silence pass by before you comment. 

“So why did I need it?” 

“Well, Namjoon needed something to get you off Jungkook. And because it would’ve helped with your heat.” 

“Hmm, that doesn’t answer my question.” His eyebrow quirks, not fully understanding the assignment. You crawl over to his side of the floor, meeting at face level. “Why did I need it? It’s not like I’ll die without using it.” 

“Well, it feels good.” Your head tilts to the side.

“How so?” 

“Jesus, Y/n-” He lets out a frustrated breath, making you back away. Ears turning downwards. Hands coming to rest in your lap, as you back down from the question. 

“Nevermind.” 

He glances to your side, sighing. “No, sweetie that’s not what I meant-” 

“You know, why don't people teach me here? It’s like you think I’m stupid.” His hands come to catch your cheeks, thumbing over your skin lightly, bringing your face to his. 

“You’re not stupid, Y/n. Don’t even think that either. It’s just-” He pauses for a second, before continuing. “It’s an awkward conversation.” 

“How so?” 

“Because it talks about stuff humans are afraid to show.” 

You think for a second. “Like.. feelings?” 

He pauses. “Well.. I mean it does have something to do with feelings..”

Your back sits up, posture straightening out of curiosity. “Tell me.. Please?” 

Fuck, he couldn’t resist those puppy eyes. 

“Okay, okay it’s just-” He sighs, chuckling to himself. “Can’t believe I’m having to have this talk right now..” 

Your hand reaches out to hold his, pleading to know the answer. “It’s okay. It’s just you and me. No.. awkward stuff.” His lips roll off a chuckle, hand coming to stroke your hair, admiring your cuteness. 

“You’re adorable, you know that?” 

“I’m not a door- oh. Is that an expassion?”

 He nods. “Expression, yes.”

“Jiminnn” You whine. 

“Right, right.. So uhm-” He lets a breath pass by, before pulling out his phone. “You know what? Maybe YouTube will explain it bette-” Your hand grips his, restricting him from pulling out his phone the rest of the way. 

“No. You teach me.”

A thought comes to mind, pressing a miniature smoke to his lips. 

“Teach.. Or show?”

..

“Wait- she really had never heard of a dildo before?” Jin chuckles out, draining the rice for the fourth time. 

Namjoon nods, snatching a bite of his apple. “Makes sense. I mean who’d just be having toys laying around in that facility anyways?” 

“Wait- Y/n used a dildo and you guys didn’t tell me!?” Taehyung faints a pained expression, clutching to his chest while entering the room. Namjoon’s eyes roll at his drama. 

“Number one, why would we tell you if she used it or not? Number two, aren’t you supposed to be down there with Kook right now?” Taehyung shrugs, peeling back the skin of his banana for a bite. 

“He sounded fine. Told me to leave. Think he just wanted to jerk it in peace.” Namjoon pinches the skin on his nose bridge, sighing at the younger male’s decision. 

“Did you at least chain his leg?” Taehyung’s eyebrow quirks. 

“We have chains?” 

The two older males share a horrified look. 

..

Fuck. 

Fucking. 

“Fuck!” Jungkook’s voice echoes the empty room, groaning in frustration at the stench. His head bangs back against the wall, as silent, pained tears roll down his cheeks. 

Your stench to be exact. 

Your heat had been like a steak taunting a lion. Especially with your little behavior earlier had the tip of his cock more red than Santa’s sleigh. He’d tried everything to get rid of it. After about the seventh jerk session, he’d given up. Learning to just bear with the pain for the next couple of days. 

It’d all been Jimin’s fault really. If he would’ve gotten you on those fucking pills like Namjoon told him to, he wouldn’t be the one down here suffering with a raging hard on and sweating bullets. 

It should be him down here, not Jungkook. 

He’d done nothing wrong. In fact, Jungkook tried helping by staying away from you! For days on end, he did everything he could to stay away. Going to mind-numbing basketball games with Yoongi, helping Hoseok go out and shop for some new knives for his collection, hell! He even took up knitting! 

Fucking KNITTING.

Now here he is, being treated like the bad guy. The one who fucked up YOUR heat schedule. Yeah sure. 

His hand comes to squeeze his abdomen as soft whines roll from his lips. He was paying the price for something he never bought in the first place. 

..

“When you sais show I thought you were gonna-” 

“I am. This is showing you.” Your eyebrow raises, questioning his ways of teaching this. His hands gripped the two barbies tightly, explaining the process as he went along. “So then the sperm- are you even listening?” You shake your head, pulling yourself from the train of thought. 

“W-Where’d you get these Barbies anyways?” 

He sighs, setting the plastic dolls on the floor. “My little cousin comes over here sometimes. She left two here for me to keep.” 

A smile creeps your lips. “Cute.” 

He chuckles, picking the dolls back up once more. “Okay, so as I was saying the sperm-” 

“Do we have that?” 

He stops for a second. “You mean hybrids?” You nod. “Yeah, I mean that’s how a baby is made so-” Your hand placed on top of his, stopping the little show. 

“So where do you keep it?” 

“Uh.. in the testes, like I said.” You nod, humming. Finger placed against your lip, pondering the images. His head tilts, catching your eyes. “Ready?” 

“For?” 

“Me to keep going.” You hum in question, pulling the plump of your bottom lip between your teeth. 

“I think I got it now.” He smiles, silently thanking the universe for this being over. 

“Alright so you-” 

“But what about hybrid heats?” 

“What?” 

You stand, placing your hands on your hips. “I’m a hybrid, Jimin. I know your body now, but what about mine?” 

He’s silent for a second, before responding. “Uh.. you could ask Jungkook.” 

You huff, arms throwing up into the air. “I thought I could ask my mate instead! You’re supposed to know everything about me!” His eyes widened in shock. 

“Y-Y/n.. I’m not-” 

“Ugh, forget it.” You quickly walk out the door, slamming it behind you in the process. 

..

Jungkook’s body reeked of sweat and grime. His heat, for some reason, felt as if it was ten times worse this month. Eyelids flutter to stay open, as his chest heaves with might, as if fighting himself. As he laid there on the hard mattress, his ears perked at the sound of a door opening. Feet trotting down the stairs, before your voice groans with disgust. 

“Ew, it smells.” His fists clench at the sight. 

“Nice to see you too.” He bites back with gritted teeth. Your eyes scanned across his sprawled out body, laid flat against the mattress which hadn’t looked the least bit comfortable. A slight pang in your heart rang at the sight. His body looked exhausted and worn out. The charcoal, natural bangs stuck to his forehead made a frown tug on your lips. You lower your body to meet his level, hand unconsciously coming to brush the sweaty locks from his face. A low growl rumbled in his chest. 

He turns over, facing the wall instead of you. “What do you want.” His voice is harsh and cold, unlike his body. 

Your butt lands on the floor, sitting next to the mattress. “Jimin told me about babies.” 

That made Jungkook’s stomach churn with want. Fuck, why did it have to be you of all people to come down and tell him this? Saying it like that made him want to-

He shoos the thoughts away. “So why are you telling me?” 

Your body rolls over his, sitting in front of his face to make him pay attention. “He used barbie dolls.” That made Jungkook chuckle. He sits up, leaning against the wall. Talking as if he’d just run a marathon. 

“Dolls?” 

“Mhm.” 

“So why tell me this again?” Your eyes soften to meet his, a pouty expression lowering your lips in plea. 

“He only taught me his way of doing stuff.” Jungkook’s eyebrow quirks. 

“Sex.” He comments, making you nod. 

“And when I tried asking about the hybrid part he-” 

“Listen Y/n,” He twists to the side to meet your eyes. Trying his hardest to fight the urge of not just taking you right on this dusty, greasy mattress, breeding you for his own, making you cry out his name as he pounds into you like a-

He shakes the thoughts away once more. This time, being even more of a pain to get rid of. “Even though I live here, other than Namjoon, none of the other guys really know how it works for hybrids.” Your head lowers, nodding.

“I should’ve guessed that..” A few moments of silence pass before you continue. Grabbing onto the sleeve of his oversized white tee, you give him the most puppy-like begging eyes you could muster. “Can you pleeeease with cherries on, teach me??” He chuckles. 

“First off, it’s ‘pretty please with cherries on top’. And secondly, why me?” 

“Because you’re a hybrid, dummy.” 

“Mmm, well Namjoon knows the same as I do. Maybe a little more.” Your hand lowers to grip onto his, guiding his palm to your heart. -Which just happened to be under your breast-

“I want you to teach me.” A low growl echoes through the room, making the same fire burn in the pit of your stomach. His fingers lightly clench onto your breast, earning himself a little whine from you. 

“Say it again.” His voice seemed like it changed in an instant. Your eyebrow raises, but obeys. 

“I want you-” 

“There. Keep saying it.” His hand takes control over yours, guiding your palm to press into his crotch. You both let out similar moans at the touch. His lips lower to meet yours, grazing over the plump goodness, with the protruding of his teeth. Breath toys on the edges as he whispers in a lowered tone. “I’ll do you one better, baby girl. Forget teaching, I’ll show you. But I want you to do one thing for me.” 

His tongue pokes out to graze across your bottom lip, making a whine slip from your end. Bodies both now share the same fiery heat and touch, as your hands reach out to grip at his neck. “A-Anything..” 

A smirk presses his lips, as he pulls you to straddle his lap. 

“I want you to scream so loud that everyone in this damn city knows my name.” 

..

The clock ticks against the wall like a death bomb. Any minute, you’d be back up with a smile on your face from getting the explanation you deserved. Jimin lets out a sigh, plopping back against the bed, wondering if what he’s been doing really was the best thing for you. He absolutely adores you and all, but something felt off about it. Like, you’d be much better off with your own people. He practically forced you into learning his language, etiquettes, manners, and biology, without even asking if you’d wanted to. Being forced to do something you didn’t want..

Was exactly what the center had done to you. 

He groans out, using his forearm as a shield against the brightly lit fireplace lights. Soon, a few footsteps echo through the room with a large slam of the door against his wall.

“Jimin, where’s Y/n?” Namjoon’s quick to ask, frantically searching around the room for you. Jimin lets out a sigh, leaning back down onto his wallow bed. 

“She’s talking with Jungkook. Check his room.” He replies, turning over to face his fireplace. Watching as the embers crackle. 

“Jungkook’s in heat!” 

..

“Fuck- Oh God, Y/n..” His head throws back, basking in the way her lips wrap around his cock so delicately. The swirl of your tongue doing a number on his mental state. Your lips part, popping off just a bit to see how he was doing. 

“Is this good?” His chest heaves of a deep groan, watching as your eyes twinkle with innocence, admiring the way you’d been sucking on his cock for the last two minutes. His tattooed hand lowers, tightening his grip of your roots sternly. 

“You’re doing great baby, keep it up.” he praises, which sends a wave of arousal coursing through your body. Eyes screwed shut, lips falling apart at the pleasure of your lips. You choke back a few times, before finally popping off for the last time. 

“What’s that white stuff?” You ask, as his lead lowers, chest heaving a light chuckle. 

“Cum.” 

“Where are we going?” 

This just makes him laugh harder. “No, baby girl. This,” He lifts the tip of his finger, swiping a little off the slit before pressing it to your lips. 

“Open.” He commands. Your lips part, as he presses the salty liquid against your tastebuds. “Is cum.” 

Your face scrunches, processing the flavor. “It tastes like Namjoon’s cooking..” He laughs, nodding. 

“Salty, right?” You nod. His fingers grip the tip of your chin, meeting your lips in the middle for a sloppy, yet arousing kiss. His hands come to lift your knees, sliding down the little pajamas shorts Jimin had bought you. 

Jimin…

“So fucking sexy.” He groans out, slipping your panties and shorts off his one go. His hands are quick to guide you to hover you over his lap, rubbing the length of his cock between your soaked folds. Hands gripping onto his shoulders for support, as his finger comes to press between your legs, activating some kind of button. You thrust your head back, mouth drawing out a loud and whiny moan. Fingernails digging into the buff of his shoulders.  

“Yeah, you like that?” His free hand comes to rip away your satin pajama shirt that Jimin had also bought for you. 

Fuck..

Jimin.

Your lips part, chest pressing into his as you felt the tip of his cock line up with your entrance. His mouth presses hot kisses along the side of your neck, paying extra attention to the little sweet spot hidden on your shoulder blade. His teeth, baring and pleading to sink down. To claim you as his own, to where no other fucking man would ever touch his little baby aga-

“Alright you two, party’s over!” Namjoon’s voice calls out, as the four men rush down the stairs. All except Namjoon’s eyes widen from the men, as they take in this pornographic sight. 

“Holy shit.. They actually did it..” Taehyung comments in awe. 

Namjoon’s eyes roll at the younger’s comment. “Time to put the genitals away, kids.” 

“Speak for yourself.” Taehyung adds, already moving to peel off his button down tan shirt. “Hey, Kook, got room for one more?” Jungkook’s chest heaves a low growl, pulling you body closer to his -as if that was even possible-. Then, his eyes stop on Jimin’s form. The man wore anger as cold as ice, and red as blood. If this were a cartoon, his ears would be blowing out steam. 

A smirk presses Jungkook’s lips. “What’s the matter, Jiminie? I’m just doing what you were afraid to.” Your head turns to the side, throat mewling out a whine towards him. 

Jimin. 

‘No. He hurt you too much. He drugged you.. Tricked you.. Teased you, just to leave you high and dry. He doesn’t deserve us.’

As if the little voice in your head turned your head, your eyes meet Jungkook’s. Full of lust and intensity. 

‘See? He’s the one that loves us. Jimin doesn’t want you. He just wants someone to fix… to him, you’re just a project. You’re broken. 

But… even after everything he’s done, you still-

“Y/n, please.” His arm is reaching out to yours. Eyes full of warmth, and kindness, almost as if it hadn’t been fixed, but.. nurturing. 

Jungkook shields your body away, using a blanket to cover up your indecency. “Don’t you fucking learn how to knock?” 

“Come on, Jungkook, just give us Y/n and we’ll be out of your hair.” Hoseok answers, slowly bending down to try and carefully pull you away. 

“I’ll even call Jiyeon for you if you want-” 

Jungkook spits out. “I don’t want that whore. She always smelled like that fucking birth control anyways. But this,” His finger drags along your cheek, as if like a knife’s edge. “So fragile, so full of life..” You flinch from his touch, trying to pull away from his body, but the grip he held over you had been three times as strong. 

Your voice is so weak. It’s like something has been draining you of energy by each passing second. “J-Jungkook..?” His eyes meet yours. The chocolate irises once so fluffy and doe-like had been replaced by something much darker. More dangerous. 

He smirks, tugging at your cheek to coo at you. “Yes, my love?” 

Gag. 

No- you were about to-

“Ohhh shit!” Taehyung exclaims, backing away from the puke pile that landed right to the side of you and Jungkook. Where Jimin stood. He cringes, scooting away from the pile but still manages to hold out his hand for you. 

Jungkook groans, pushing you from his lap in disgust. “Fucking bitch!” He yells, pulling up the hem of his boxer shorts before towering over your barely decent figure. His hand raises, as a wave of memories flood back. 

‘Little piece of shit!’ He calls out, as you fall backwards to the floor. His large body stood as tall as a mountain you’d read about in  one of your books. 

Your hands fall behind, propping yourself up as you try and scoot away from his shadowy and menacing figure. “I-I s-s-sor-” 

He lets out a deep chuckle. “Aw, is little doggy gunna say her sorry?” His hand reaches down, lifting you from the collar of your dress. Hand coming to muffle your screams. 

“It’s gonna take more than a sorry to fix it, you little fucker.” One of the other guards chuckle, as a swarm of large men cage your entire body. 

One of the men comments, as he reaches down to unzip his uniform’s pants, panic tearing your eyes. 

“Down, bitch.” 

“FUCK!” Jungkook curses, hunching over to cough up a small pile of blood. His nose, now oozed with a red liquid, as it drips to his hand. Someone pulls you to the side before scooping you into their arms. Soft whispers and coos breath against your ear, as his arms wrap around your figure to keep you from being exposed. Tears stream down your cheeks like Niagara Falls. You watched as Jungkook takes a few more hits, before throwing his own towards Namjoon. He’s quick to dodge, putting the younger man in his place. 

“Alright you little mut, let’s get you a cold shower.” Jungkook growls, head craning to you as he spits some blood to the cement floor. A smirk presses his lips. 

“You see this, pup? This is what we do.” He chuckles, before Taehyung and Namjoon both escort him firmly up the stairs. Soon, you’re just left with someone’s familiar embrace holding you tight. A soft lullaby sung in your ears, as he rocks your back and forth gently. Then, you let it loose. 

..

“I-I did w-what?” His voice had been laced with anxiety. The cold shower obviously helped Jungkook tremendously, and Nmajoon had been able to give him a larger dose than before to combat the hellion that came out of him. 

“Fucked up, bad.” Yoongi comments, scoffing at the younger male’s actions. Namjoon grumbles, shooing him out. Now it’s just him and Jungkook. Namjoon plops down next to the tub’s edge, letting out a sigh. 

“Well.. I mean you kinda did fuck up pretty badly.” Namjoon scratches the younger’s ears with worry. 

“I-I didn’t mean to- I didn’t want to hurt her- she came down to me, hyung!” Tears soaked his cheeks. Namjoon pulls the poor boy into a tight embrace, soothing his cries. 

“I know, Kook. You’d never do anything like that, we all know it.” Jungkook pulls away, sniffling. 

“B-But I did it, hyung.. I couldn’t control myself.. This has never happened before!” 

“I know, I know. It's because she’s new, and her breed is so close to yours. Jiyeon’s is what?” 

Jungkook sighs, pulling his knees to his chest, quietly answering. “She’s a minx hybrid.” Namjoon claps once. 

“See? There we go! Y/n’s papers said that she’s a Kilatski hybrid. So she'll be totally more attractive to you than Jiyeon.” Jungkook nods slowly, turning his head to the side to face the tub’s wall. 

“I guess.” 

..

Silence. Shame. Guilt. Embarrassment. 

Not long ago, these four things lived together in Y/n’s heart. 

Still do. 

“Come on, sweetie. You’ve gotta eat something.” 

You felt sick. Like you didn’t deserve to eat his food. You didn’t deserve these clothes, the shelter he provides, the love he’s giving. 

He holds out a bite of oatmeal to your lips, making a little theme song up as he goes. 

‘Come on Y/n. 

Please eat the oatmeal. 

I worked really hard. 

Don’t let it go to wa-’

“That doesn’t rhyme.” He chuckles, pushing the spoon to your lips. Your head lowers, not being able to even look him in the eye. 

You’re going back. 

He hates your guts, and he’s sending you back. He’ll take away all of the clothes, maybe even make you puke up the food you’ve eaten today. 

Actually, you haven’t. 

He flashes a bright smile, making a little strange sound. “Chuga-chuga-chuga-chuga-choo~” He sighs, setting the spoon down on the counter. Pushing the bowl away, he comes to pull you into his arms. He tucks your head underneath his chin, as your tears stain his shirt for the seventh time today. 

“It’s alright, baby. You’re okay, see? Nobody’s gonna hurt you. You’re safe.”

Safe. 

You’ve never been safe before. 

When you weren’t fearing for your life from the workers of the facility, you’d been busy being terrified of the other pups in your circle. Some had been quite mean. Pouring their leftover milk into the kid's hair, yanking down their skirts. (that’s why the facility made us switch to the dresses instead.)

But to be honest, they were all just scared too. 

His hand rubs soothing circles into your back, allowing you to sit up when needed. Your face flushes red at the love in his eyes. 

“W-why are you..” You could barely get the words out. “D-Do you still love me?” 

He pouts, pulling you closer to his chest. “Sweetheart, nothing could ever make me not love you.” 

You sit back up, wanting some answers. “Then wh-why didn’t you want to-” His hands gently take yours, tilting your head to catch his soft gaze. 

“I know what they did to you in that center, Y/n. I didn’t want to be the cause of you remembering any of it..” He straightens his back, letting go of a sigh. “But.. I know that I also should’ve helped you when you were in pain.. I’m sorry I wasn’t there for that, baby.” He thumbs a few tears away as you keep choking up from it all. 

“I-I’m s-sorry..” You croak out before letting your head fall into his lap. Tears now claiming his dark-wash jeans as well. His hands rub all around your back, like a mini massage. 

“I was the dick in this, Y/n.” You lean up, sniffling. 

“B-But you’re not a penis.” He chuckles, pressing his forehead to your own before lightly peppering a kiss to the tip of your nose. 

“There’s my sweet girl.”

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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I SIMP FOR THIS AND I CREATED IT KANSLNALSDN LMFAO

[sapphire-weapon]

a few days ago you mentioned that you headcanon that remake Leon lost his virginity to Claire.

Do you think this is something he would regret or would he still have some lingering feelings there?

Like, I love Ashley but I also really love Claire too and since you mentioned this I've been kinda torn lol!

So basically, care to elaborate?

So, in OG canon, RE2 ends with Leon being all amped up to go after Umbrella. This apparently ends up with him and Claire in an argument about the next steps to take, and he all but shoves her to go in the opposite direction of him and Sherry so that she can find Chris -- and then Leon and Sherry get picked up by the CIA just a few hours later.

Like, that whole thing happens really fucking fast in OG. Leon has not had a chance to sleep in the time between driving into Raccoon City and being kidnapped into CIA custody.

And yet, somehow, despite this, Claire is able to keep in contact with Leon to the point of being able to email him during the events of Code Veronica??? Like, it makes absolutely no fucking sense at all, and Capcom never bothered to try to explain it specifically because it's complete plot convenience nonsense lmao

So I feel like this is one of the changes that Remake is making -- because RE2make did not end with the same tone as OG RE2. RE2make ends with Leon looking at Claire and Sherry as his immediate priority, and if any Umbrella shit pops up, they'll deal with it then.

Leon's wording during the intro of RE4make is suspect, too -- that he was "later asked" by the CIA to join up. That makes me think that this didn't happen right away -- that there was at least a handful of days, or even maybe a full week, in between him escaping Raccoon City and the CIA getting a hold of him. And this is sort of backed up by the lingering nerve damage in his left shoulder in RE4make -- he probably carried that open gunshot wound around for a bit longer in Remake than he did in OG canon.

(side note: I know that the photo of Leon that Krauser has been very uhhhh attached to, let's say, looks like Leon was literally just taken off the streets like he was in OG canon, but like. Capcom wasn't going to make a whole new, cleaned up version of his RE2make character model just for Krauser's jerk off fantasies LMAO it was just easier to put in his endgame RE2make model there)

So this meant that there was a not-insignificant amount of time in Remake canon where Leon, Claire, and Sherry were basically playing house, so to speak, while Leon and Claire tried to figure out what to do next.

I imagine this is when it happened.

You've got these two college-aged kids trapped in a domestic situation together after escaping from an actual literal waking nightmare together. They're hurting not just physically, but emotionally. They've been isolated from the rest of the world and have only each other to trust and confide in and try to figure out a way of coping with any of it and moving forward.

Yeah, that's going to boil over at some point very quickly. Any number of things could have been the trigger point for it.

It could have been Claire helping Leon keep his wound clean and feeling like she's actually helping in a way that matters while he's a little overwhelmed by someone taking care of him.

Or it could have been a melancholic moment where they're both lost and directionless and feeling helpless, and they both end up looking for some comfort in each other, because that's all they have.

Or it could have been a tense moment when one or both of them can't make sense of why they're still alive -- or if they're still alive, and they just need to feel something to remind themselves they're still human.

Or it could have been a quiet moment in the middle of the night, where neither one of them says anything at all, and neither one of them is quite sure just how Claire ended up on Leon's lap while he kisses her as though he's afraid she'll disappear if he stops.

It doesn't really matter what it was. No matter what happened, it happened.

And I don't think that Leon would have told her up front that only the first two fingers on his right hand know what the inside of a vagina feels like. She probably suspected it when she noticed how nervous he was, and she definitely figured it out after the third time he went too far and accidentally pulled out of her completely mid-thrust instead of just pulling back -- but I don't think that this was information that he volunteered.

But Claire was probably the awakening of Leon's praise kink, because I'm sure that once she did figure it out, she literally took him by the hands and walked him through it. And after a few comments along the lines of "You're a fast learner" and "That's it, you've got it" and "Keep going, just like that" and "You're doing so fucking good" -- Leon learned something about himself that he did not know previously.

I don't think he regrets it, and I don't think that he ever will.

Well, I mean, I'm sure he regrets it a little whenever she decides to hold it over his head later in life, because she's Claire Redfield and there's absolutely zero chance that she's going to let him forget that she was the one who taught him how to please a woman.

And he probably regretted it a little bit the first time that he ever had to look Chris in the face.

And then also one other time way later down the line when it hit him that he was now much closer to Chris than he was to Claire, and that weird "oh my god I fucked your sister, and now I'm also kind of attracted to you oh god no why is my life like this" realization came over him.

But. You know.

I don't think he regrets it in a serious way. It was an important moment in both of their lives -- it meant something; it wasn't like he slept with her just for the sake of losing his virginity. It helped both of them get through the worst parts of the darkest time either of them had had to face or endure. Going through Raccoon City itself was the easy part -- fighting was simple, and it kept both of them focused. But it was the aftermath, when the enormity of all that had happened settled down on them -- that was the true nightmare of it all. And they got through it together.

Do I think either of them caught feelings because of it? No, I don't -- so, there was no heartbreak attached to this at any point, either. But it was still emotional and poignant and it mattered, and I think both of them are really glad they did it.

[unmerrymagdalene]

Trying to write? Fic snippet? Pretty please with a cherry on top?

Oh! Uhhhh…shuffles Google docs

Here’s a snippet/first scene from a chapter I was writing for Lene/Sydney’s story. Still really early into their relationship/them interacting:

“…um…are you busy today…?”

You stand in front of Sydney’s counter. While your eyes glance shyly at him, your hands stay behind your back. Hands wrap around the other, wringing them tightly.

You truly meant what you said, despite the incident. Being around Sydney made you…well, feel. Your heart racing inside your chest, flushed skin. It still caught you off guard, but…you didn’t mind? 

You wanted to fuel this feeling. To keep chasing it in every way you could. 

Hanging with Sydney wasn’t a lot to ask for. And no one needed to know why.

Especially him. 

Sydney briefly glances back at you and away from his work. He smiles politely, betrayed by a furrowed brow. “I’m sorry, did you say something?” 

This was how it worked. Girls expressed interest in guys. Guys rambled on while girls nodded and smiled along. 

So why was this so hard? Why couldn’t you get past the first step? +Stress

You squeeze your hands again. “No…I guess not…”

He takes another second to watch you carefully. You take him in, ignoring the warmth trickling along your skin. 

“Listen...” He sighs and shuts the book he’s holding. “I…appreciate what you did for me. And I’m sorry it happened in the first place, but…”

You realize you’re holding in a breath. Nails dig into the palms of your hands. ++Stress

His lips immediately dip into a frown, scrunching his face. “I just…d-don’t know…or u-uh, I don’t quite understand…”

Please. Please no. +++Stress

“What I m-mean is, this isn’t necessary!” Sydney smiles nervously and waves his hands in front of him. “S-surely you have better places to-”

“Sydney!”

He looks past you and freezes. Your head turns.

It’s Sirris. She walks in with the scuffed up, leather satchel hanging off her shoulder. It matches her dark brown loafers, paired with light brown pants and a white button up. 

She looks over to you and smiles. “Oh, hi Lene! I didn’t know you’d be here.”

You focus on her, blinking a few times. You’re so caught off guard you don’t even notice Sydney’s annoyed glare at her. 

“Hi, Ms. Sirris…”

“Just wanted to check up on Sydney while on break.” She leaned over the counter and ruffled his hair. “But I’m glad he’s got someone looking out for him already!”

“Mom!” He pulls away with a pout. “I’m fine. I can take care of myself!”

Your eyes widen a bit. Mom?

She hums to herself, before directing her attention to you. “What do you think, Lene?”

You blink again. “…about…?”

Sirris laughs lightly. “Asking for help. We can’t do it by ourselves all the time! It sounds pretty lonely, right?”

You pause and look between Sirris and Sydney. Sirris stays cool and collected, ignorant to Sydney’s crimson face and continued annoyed glances.

“I guess so…” You bring your hands in front of you, pinching at your skirt. “I’m usually on my own…but Robin helps me sometimes-”

“See? You get it, Lene!” Sirris pats your shoulder. She grins wider, smile lines forming at the corners of her mouth. “No wonder you’re passing my class.” +Sirris’ Love

Sydney looks off, shuffling some of his papers. -Sydney’s Love 

“I better go before my next class starts.” She waves at both of you. “Bye!”

You give a small wave as Sirris leaves. You focus back on Sydney.

He looks at you again, even longer than before. He squints, furrowing his eyebrows. Sydney stands up and sighs. “I’ll be shelving the books back.” He says flatly. 

“Oh…” You shift in place, bawling your skirt with your hands. You simply watch as he gathers his cart. “S-see you…”

Sydney breezes past you. The rattling of the cart travels deeper into the library. 

“...Later…”

You lower your eyes, examining the brown carpet floor. Your grip tightens alongside your chest, quickening your breath. Your hands tremble, making it difficult to keep holding your skirt. +++Stress

You take a few deep breaths, resting your arms at your sides. After a couple minutes, you feel your chest relaxing. -Stress

You think for a moment. You didn’t feel like leaving yet…you could always study. You’d be…busy this weekend, so doing it now would be smart. 

You start setting up at a nearby desk.

[m-o-o-n-s-g-o-o-n-s]

I’ve written another chronicle

Shorter than the last, but I’ve had this one in my head for a week now and was writing it throughout the week, and uhhhh

Yeah hope you all enjoy :)

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Word Count: 677 words

Warnings: mentions of nightmares, mentions of trauma (not detailed, but mentioned), mixed angst and comfort (dashing of fluff)

Genre: Angst, comfort

Notes: This chronicle relates to snippet #7, so if you want more context, you can read that snippet first. Not required, but it’ll allow for more understanding of what’s going on in this chronicle :)

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chronicle II - savior

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That night, he saved her from whatever monster was surely coming to get her.

“You keep working late, and you’ll start losing sleep.”

It was worth it.

That’s what Bucky had told himself when V had shown up at his door.

Mere hours before the sun would rise, cresting the horizon with its warmth.

It couldn’t come fast enough.

She was running, running from monsters and people and things that weren’t even real, yet her mind was clouded with what was real and what was fake.

A fuzzy line that split reality in two. Halves of a whole, broken and misused.

Bucky hadn’t ever seen her like this, but he didn’t need to.

He saw it in himself.

Nights upon nights of cold sweats and screaming and sobbing so hard that sheets and pillow cases were damp for days after. Mirrors that held another of yourself, somehow you and another of yourself at the same time. Gazes held in glass that you couldn’t hold for long before turning back to shaking hands no longer your own.

It was 3 am now, a head sprawled across his lap as he sat on his bed.

Soft breaths, no longer shudders of her breath in the wind, tears spilling out of troubled eyes.

She didn’t tell him what she saw.

He didn’t expect her to.

The fear of another shadowy snake with fangs and poison and eventual demise far outweighed the voice lodged in her throat.

Her hair had grown.

Long, almost all the way down her back, loose frizz of waves and curls a heap in Bucky’s lap.

Stark white bangs, contrasting red.

The white hadn’t been there before-

“Buck?”

He hadn’t even heard him.

“You okay? I, uh, heard screaming from…”

Steve didn’t have so many nightmares anymore.

They both knew he wasn’t a stranger though.

“She had a nightmare.”

It was a knowing between the three of them. Of knowing there needed to be someone to turn to when the nights got rough, when the nightmares were no longer nightmares, but reality.

The halves of the whole.

“Bucky.”

Steve was a half in this whole.

“You can’t keep saving her like this. You heard what Banner said. It would have to be a miracle if she even remembers-”

“I wanted to save her.”

Simmers of anger, bleeding into Bucky’s veins.

“I know, Buck-”

“No, you don’t. You have no idea what it’s like. Stop trying to pretend you know what it’s like.”

The anger died on the tip of Bucky’s tongue.

Steve was just a half of the whole, trying to find his best friend, desperate to make things right.

Deep down, the truth had been twisted by the short outburst.

Bucky was still adjusting to having someone who cared, not a figment or dream, but real.

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

Soft padding of feet, the weight of another joining Bucky next to him.

“You’ve always been the savior, Buck.”

In truth, he was.

Bucky had been the one to save the damsel in distress, to fight for a lady in the bar behind the movie theater, laying his life down, even if it meant coming back home with a black eye.

Home.

“I love her.”

“I know. I was there.”

He was a savior to his home. His person.

To V.

“I vowed to protect her, Steve.”

The stillness kept the words Steve wanted to say at bay, tides going back out to sea, retreating.

Steve knew the lengths Bucky would go to.

Even if she didn’t remember.

“She always said you’d lose sleep staying up this late.”

Stillness stopped, the warmth of the joke spreading.

Steve caught the crack of the smile on Bucky’s face.

“She did.”

Steve was a half in the whole, comforting, and Bucky’s best friend.

Even if Bucky was still grasping to remember everything about his best friend.

In the warmth of his friend and the soft sage green lamp, he wondered if V would ever remember his vow to be her savior.

“I promise to protect you, and love you till…”

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[agonycrossbow]

Remake Claire took Remake Leon's virginity headcanon

So, in OG canon, RE2 ends with Leon being all amped up to go after Umbrella. This apparently ends up with him and Claire in an argument about the next steps to take, and he all but shoves her to go in the opposite direction of him and Sherry so that she can find Chris -- and then Leon and Sherry get picked up by the CIA just a few hours later.

Like, that whole thing happens really fucking fast in OG. Leon has not had a chance to sleep in the time between driving into Raccoon City and being kidnapped into CIA custody.

And yet, somehow, despite this, Claire is able to keep in contact with Leon to the point of being able to email him during the events of Code Veronica??? Like, it makes absolutely no fucking sense at all, and Capcom never bothered to try to explain it specifically because it's complete plot convenience nonsense lmao

So I feel like this is one of the changes that Remake is making -- because RE2make did not end with the same tone as OG RE2. RE2make ends with Leon looking at Claire and Sherry as his immediate priority, and if any Umbrella shit pops up, they'll deal with it then.

Leon's wording during the intro of RE4make is suspect, too -- that he was "later asked" by the CIA to join up. That makes me think that this didn't happen right away -- that there was at least a handful of days, or even maybe a full week, in between him escaping Raccoon City and the CIA getting a hold of him. And this is sort of backed up by the lingering nerve damage in his left shoulder in RE4make -- he probably carried that open gunshot wound around for a bit longer in Remake than he did in OG canon.

(side note: I know that the photo of Leon that Krauser has been very uhhhh attached to, let's say, looks like Leon was literally just taken off the streets like he was in OG canon, but like. Capcom wasn't going to make a whole new, cleaned up version of his RE2make character model just for Krauser's jerk off fantasies LMAO it was just easier to put in his endgame RE2make model there)

So this meant that there was a not-insignificant amount of time in Remake canon where Leon, Claire, and Sherry were basically playing house, so to speak, while Leon and Claire tried to figure out what to do next.

I imagine this is when it happened.

You've got these two college-aged kids trapped in a domestic situation together after escaping from an actual literal waking nightmare together. They're hurting not just physically, but emotionally. They've been isolated from the rest of the world and have only each other to trust and confide in and try to figure out a way of coping with any of it and moving forward.

Yeah, that's going to boil over at some point very quickly. Any number of things could have been the trigger point for it.

It could have been Claire helping Leon keep his wound clean and feeling like she's actually helping in a way that matters while he's a little overwhelmed by someone taking care of him.

Or it could have been a melancholic moment where they're both lost and directionless and feeling helpless, and they both end up looking for some comfort in each other, because that's all they have.

Or it could have been a tense moment when one or both of them can't make sense of why they're still alive -- or if they're still alive, and they just need to feel something to remind themselves they're still human.

Or it could have been a quiet moment in the middle of the night, where neither one of them says anything at all, and neither one of them is quite sure just how Claire ended up on Leon's lap while he kisses her as though he's afraid she'll disappear if he stops.

It doesn't really matter what it was. No matter what happened, it happened.

And I don't think that Leon would have told her up front that only the first two fingers on his right hand know what the inside of a vagina feels like. She probably suspected it when she noticed how nervous he was, and she definitely figured it out after the third time he went too far and accidentally pulled out of her completely mid-thrust instead of just pulling back -- but I don't think that this was information that he volunteered.

But Claire was probably the awakening of Leon's praise kink, because I'm sure that once she did figure it out, she literally took him by the hands and walked him through it. And after a few comments along the lines of "You're a fast learner" and "That's it, you've got it" and "Keep going, just like that" and "You're doing so fucking good" -- Leon learned something about himself that he did not know previously.

I don't think he regrets it, and I don't think that he ever will.

Well, I mean, I'm sure he regrets it a little whenever she decides to hold it over his head later in life, because she's Claire Redfield and there's absolutely zero chance that she's going to let him forget that she was the one who taught him how to please a woman.

And he probably regretted it a little bit the first time that he ever had to look Chris in the face.

And then also one other time way later down the line when it hit him that he was now much closer to Chris than he was to Claire, and that weird "oh my god I fucked your sister, and now I'm also kind of attracted to you oh god no why is my life like this" realization came over him.

But. You know.

I don't think he regrets it in a serious way. It was an important moment in both of their lives -- it meant something; it wasn't like he slept with her just for the sake of losing his virginity. It helped both of them get through the worst parts of the darkest time either of them had had to face or endure. Going through Raccoon City itself was the easy part -- fighting was simple, and it kept both of them focused. But it was the aftermath, when the enormity of all that had happened settled down on them -- that was the true nightmare of it all. And they got through it together.

Do I think either of them caught feelings because of it? No, I don't -- so, there was no heartbreak attached to this at any point, either. But it was still emotional and poignant and it mattered, and I think both of them are really glad they did it.

[birbfeeder2artisticboogaloo]

TWO TOWERS THOUGHTS!!!!

there are more of these bc the two towers is probably my favourite of the trilogy, despite the distinct LACK of boromir 😔

BUT i did notice a few things that baby birb totally ignored or forgot about!!! find out what they are........below 😈

one of baby birb's fav shots of aragorn was when he's lying across a rock tracking merry and pippin bc it reminded me of that one episode spongebob squarepants where the lads end up riding a rock to the customer's house 🤣 'it's not a boulder, it's a rock! a big, beautiful ROCK!!' lmao

baby birb ALSO loved all the shots of everyone running. as a smol individual, i had to run EVERYWHERE to keep up with the Tall Folk 😒 sure it was nice seeing THOSE feckers sprinting for a change!!

am still very confused about why anyone listened to grima what's his name, ur man's half the way to gollum u know 👀

tangential to the running scenes: i love aragorn's doofy run where he's flinging his one arm about like a silly. reminds me of my OWN unhinged run 🤣 (it is possible that these films are more deeply imprinted upon me than i thought 😅)

'LOOKS LIKE MEAT'S BACK ON THE MENU, BOYS!!!'

legolas's FACE every time he has an emotion. delightful

knowing that viggo mortensen broke his toe made me laugh at the helmet kicking scene tbh, i know it's meant to be poignant but that EXTREMELY REALISTIC scream of pain got me going like 🤣

shout out to treebeard holding merry and pippin in his tree hands. i kept thinking 'what if he just. smashes them together like barbie dolls 🤣'

ORCSES. HOBBITSES. i actually love gollum-smeagol, he's too pathetic for me to hate. HE'S LITERALLY SAT THERE SINGING HIS LIL SONG AND EATING A RAW FISH. LEAVE HIM GO HE'S NOT BOTHERING ANYONE ;A;

that gifset ruined everything for me. 'this forest is old......very old....' old as balls. that's just the line now. i no longer acknowledge the original. 😔

cheeky gandalf!! 'u wouldn't part an old man from his walking stick!! 🥺😳😘🤭🙄' (<- this is how birb thought using emojis worked a scant five years ago. be GRATEFUL i was not on tumblr back then, for the carnage would have been GREAT AND TERRIBLE!!!)

i love love LOVE the scene of the trio beating the shite out of the bg guys while gandalf walked slowly toward the king. u just see legolas punching a dude in the face, aragorn ZOOMING round in front of gandalf and off to the side, it's hilarious 🤣

whEN THEY TOSS GRIMA DOWN THE STAIRS LIKE JGY 👀

so many ICONIC lines!!! 'boil em, mash em, stick em in a stew!!'

'it's the beards 👀'

U DROP ARAGORN OFF A CLIFF???? OH! OH! JAIL FOR ORCS!! JAIL FOR ORCS FOR 1000 YEARS!!!!

rip eowyn, she's so lonely and sad that the slightest validation from a hot guy she's known for five minutes was enough to make her fall stupid in love with him 😔

(i am also stupid in love with him, but it's different when i do it bc. um. uhhhh. 👀😳)

god he IS great tho, isn't he??? he's so dirty and greasy and wet and soggy, i love him and his dirty face and his dirty clothes and his dirty hands i love him i love him i lo

legolas got SO ANGRY about the orc telling them aragorn went over the cliff, he took it SO PERSONALLY. this makes birb want them to kiss each other 😊

they can kiss gimli as well, i don't mind!!

also the king awkwardly patting legolas on the shoulder like he's a slightly homophobic dad trying to comfort his gay son after a break-up, 'i still care about u but im super uncomfortable so im just not gonna say anything ok?? ok. manly head nod. im out 😐'

OPEN MOUTH KISSING??? BEFORE MARRIAGE????!!!!!!! OBSCENE!!!!!! LEAVE ROOM FOR THE HOLY GHOST!!!

side note: poor elrond, here he is trying to make sure his daughter has a good life and all she wants is to marry the dirty ranger like

'u think u know a girl, u raise her for 2000 or whatever years, organise her birthday parties and buy her a pony and teach her how to control the river, and then in the end she leaves u behind and marries a guy with a fraction of her lifespan, dooming herself to future suffering and despair smh 😔'

also arwen's face when aragorn is breaking up with her,,,,,'what did daddy say to u?? this is bc of what he said, isn't it?! i can't believe he's still interfering with my love life!!!!' ;A;

that lil ~half caress~ aragorn does to legolas's hand when he's returning arwen's necklace to him????? it's like??? idk super romantic??? it made my stomach go SWOOP?? if i stare at a gif of this scene i feel a bit dizzy??? is that weird. am i. weird 👀

i want them to make out with each other, sorry lads 😔

the annoying thing in all these medieval fantasy type stories, when there's not enough men for the war, they're always conscripting 10 year old boys, while the teenage girls and young women without any kids are hiding with the elders and children. LIKE. HOW can u justify sending little 8 yo haleth son of hama to the front lines?? LOOK AT HIM!! HE'S TINY!!! surely a 15 - 21 year old young woman would have a better chance of NOT DYING than a wee lad!!! they're peasants, they're used to hard labour!! do directors/writers etc think it's more ~realistic~ or sth?? do ppl think NO WOMAN ever took up a sword in a crisis??? even if certain things are Not Done (and in some places, even under penalty of DEATH), the Rules tend to fly out the feckin window once there's an emergency!!! I THINK 10,000 ORCS MARCHING ON HELM'S DEEP COUNTS FOR AN EMERGENCY???????

all im saying. is if we're all going to die anyway, then EVERYONE should get a sword. even the kids. ESPECIALLY the kids. it went really well in the walking dead when the lil girls each had a pistol. i promise i can be trusted with weapons i p romi s

the best thing in medieval-style warfare is when the two armies stand across from each other and shout insults back and forth for a bit, like 'you're ugly!' or 'you're smelly!' or 'i slept with your sister, and it weren't anything to write home about!!'

please could somebody fetch gimli a ladder, ur mans can't see above the fecking wall like nnO NO NOT THAT KIND OF LADDER

legolas and gimli counting their kills will never NOT be funny to me

MY KING A BEAST!! LOOK AT HIM GO!!! HE RODE A FUCKING LADDER AND CRASHED INTO A BUNCH OF ORCS LIKE A KILLER WHALE GOING AFTER SEALS!!! ;A;

god when he shoves open those doors and ARRIVEs it's so so so fucking hot. god he is sso hot. he's so hot i love him i love him i

lol they sneak out the side door like 'hee hee hoo hoo, no one shall see us~' 🤣

'TOSS ME!!!!!' *yeets the dwarf*

legolas SHIELD SURFING!!! HANG TEN, BRO!!! GNARLY WIPE OUT!!! 🤙

im sorry

imagine being such an asshole that u make the fucking TREES angry??? like, u make the trees hate u SO FUCKING MUCH. that they literally come MARCHING OUT OF THE FOREST to commit mass property damage???? 👀

when i watched the scene i shouted 'TILL BIRNAM WOOD DO COME TO HIGH DUNSINANE!!!!' out loud but nobody laughed ._.

come onnnn it's funny right??? esp since we know that 'no man of woman born' can kill the guy in the next film!!! iT'S FUNNY, RIGHT??? ;A;

sam and frodo tumbling down the stairs also made me laugh but i paid for it immediately after when sam goes 'it's your sam. don't you know your sam?' fucknig KILL MEEEEE PLS

the most iconic, most beautiful, most painful line of the film-----the one that always makes me cry, the one i couldn't forget if i wanted to, the words that stand between me and DEATH------

'That there's some good in this world, Mr Frodo. And it's worth fighting for.'

GOD. IM FUCKING DEAD 😭😭😭😭 beautiful delivery as well, shout out to samwise gamgee for being the best man to walk middle earth, i will now lie in a puddle of my own tears _(:3」∠)

[the-fiction-witch]

Bedroom P3

Media Doctor Who

Character Doctor (The 11th)

Couple Doctor X Lyla Ashwood (Reader Companion)

Rating Smut

"you did?" She blushed

The Doctor nodded his head up and down while smiling at her. Her blushing was so charming to him and he couldn't help but feel a little bit proud of himself for having caused this.

"I definitely did..."

She giggled her face red with blush her thighs clenched together and tucked into her stomach "I uhhh... I uhh... Did uhh did you like doing it?"

The Doctor loved this reaction from her and it only made him even more giddy with excitement.

"I liked it very much..."

"oohh... Okay" she blushed hard "I uhh I admit... I didn't know time lords uhh... Got uhh... Well...excited…"

The Doctor laughed again but this time he laughed out loud, his laugh filling the room with its amusement. "We certainly can get excited and there are a lot of things that can excite a Time Lord… And I have to say, you're definitely one of those things that excite me..."

she gulped clearly overexcited "uhhhh this is going to sound unbelievably stupid! But... For the sake of ... Physicality. I am a human you are ... Technically an alien... Is this... Uhhh even possible? Like physically? Like this isn't gonna be like trying to shove a car key into a door lock right?"

The Doctor laughed again. he couldn't help but smile even more when he heard it.

"No, it's definitely possible... We're not that different biologically speaking... So no, this is not like shoving a car key into a door lock, it's much easier and much more fun than that..."

"good... And it's not like... Uhh dangerous? Like... Some kinda alien acid isn't gonna come out right? Or like glow blue?"

"No, I'll be honest with you, it's no different than being with another human except for the few differences that exist." He chuckled in between his words,

"such as?" she asked sheepish

"Well first of all, Time Lords are longer lived than humans and we've certainly seen more than humans have ever thought about. We're more intelligent, faster, and are able to handle more physical pain and endurance. On top of that, we have two hearts which makes us more resilient and able to keep going longer. And… don’t need to rest as long after, And that's just a few physical differences…Overall, humans and Time Lords are similar in many ways and you won't have to worry about anything strange, but if you do encounter weird things that happen let me know... So yeah, we're very similar in many ways and don't worry, I'm gonna be gentle with you…”

"you will?"

"... I swear I will..." He said with a playful but serious demeanor. It was still hard to determine whether or not this was all still a big tease for him or not but he meant every word he was saying now, he was going to be gentle with her. Because it was his first time doing this with a human, he wanted to make sure that she was totally comfortable and taken care of. The Time Lord did not want to risk anything bad happening to this precious little human.

"would uhh... You want to?"

"Oh absolutely..." The Doctor grinned widely, he wanted her so bad now and it was becoming quite evident. His eyes couldn't help but wander up and down her body as he glanced at the position she was in now. He was getting ready to claim what he wanted.

"uuughhhh.... Okay" she giggled excitedly

The Doctor couldn’t believe how easy this was for him, he had expected a bit of resistance from her but she was being so submissive and compliant, it was almost too easy but he should not complain. The Doctor’s eyes stayed on her body as he watched her giggle and be excited, her body was so responsive and he just couldn’t seem to get enough of how cute she was now.

"could uhh could I have a kiss first?" She blushed embarrassed she was even asking

The Doctor's face lit up in surprise as he could not believe she had really just asked to kiss him, it was adorable. His playful and cheeky attitude came out once more.

"A kiss?" He teased.

"yes please"

He moved his head to hers and leaned in, taking her into a slow and gentle kiss. He didn't want to push too much too fast but he wanted to keep the teasing going before he got too excited. His hands also moved, one to her hair and the other to her waist, but the contact was barely there as he just kissed her.

Lyla happily melted into the sheets letting him move fully on top of her her hands stroked up his shirt and one held him by his suspender the other cradled his neck her fingers trialing into his hair

. He took a bit of pleasure in just how eager she was for him to have his way with her, and her hands moving up his body only made him all the more turned on. He kept kissing her, although he soon broke the kiss to glance down at her for a second. his eyes staring into hers as he took his other hand off her waist and moved it down to her breasts, sliding his fingers underneath her cotton top and starting to caress them. She was already so sensitive from his touch and after what he had done to her in her sleep, her nipples reacted instantly to him touching her again. The Doctor was in heaven now, he couldn't believe how good this was going.

she moaned loudly but tugged him back to kiss her as she touched her moaning until his mouth as their kisses become a heavy make out full of lust and passion

The Time Lord would not let her deny him the satisfaction of taking control of her once again. He pushed her back underneath him, letting his weight sit heavily upon her lower body as he continued to kiss her forcefully. He was getting more and more turned on with each and every second, he couldn't resist the desire that he was feeling for her. He was not going to let her keep control for long, he was going to do everything he wanted with her.

she happily gave him control breaking the kiss breifly to let him pull of her shirt leaving her completely exposed to him

The Doctor wasted no time in taking advantage of this opportunity that was being presented to him. His eyes quickly scanned her exposed body with desire, he was so excited at the sight of her now. His lips found hers once more as he began exploring her body, he couldn't keep his hands off of her. At this point, he was going to let his urges take over and take her in whatever way he desired.

The Doctor loved this reaction from her more than anything else, he could feel his excitement growing and growing with every moan and every noise that she made. Her body was so responsive and it was almost too much for him. The Time Lord was so turned on now that this was turning into something more than just a tease, it was turning into real pleasure now and she was just so much more fun than he had anticipated she would be.

she whined slightly and her hands began to push on his suspenders trying to plead without actually taking control

The Doctor was enjoying this little act of power play she was trying to play without him knowing, he could be in total control and she wouldn't be able to stop him unless he let her. He smiled as he noticed her hands pushing against his suspenders and he pushed back to keep her pinned down.

The Doctor had her exactly where he wanted her now, completely helpless and pinned beneath him. He began to kiss her neck and her collarbone as his hands started to move all over her body. His fingers moved across her belly and then down to her hips, he couldn't help but touch her everywhere and this was just making her body more eager and sensitive, it was so much fun for him and he didn't want to stop.

she began moaning and screaming her body squirming against his grip in pleasure all that fell from her lips where moans, his name and pleads for what she wanted

The Doctor could not believe how good this was looking from his perspective, it was almost too perfect. The Time Lord kept touching her body and kissing her all over, she was so sensitive and so turned on by him that it wasn't even funny anymore, he was in heaven now. She was so hot and so ready for him and he couldn't keep his hands from exploring her body and touching her everywhere. Her begging now only made him want her more

His finally moved his hands to her thighs before starting to move them upwards to her hips, he had to touch every inch of her body and he was only getting more turned on by the second. The Time Lord had a bit of a devious smile on his face now as he wondered just what he should do to her first. He was not going to take his time with this at all, she was his and he was going to take her.

His hands slid up her thighs and started to move slowly along her hips before finally making their way towards the small of her back. His fingers began to explore up and down her body and the more he touched her the more turned on he got. That was exactly how he was going to finish her now, make her sweat and make her orgasm over and over again...

The Time Lord kept moving his hands from one spot to another, touching her body all over. His fingers now explored her, until he began to use more pressure. His fingers moved up her back and down her skin And with every moment he wanted her more and more, his hands were becoming more insistent of touching her, rubbing and touching without mercy on her until she squealed loudly and orgasmed for a second time her body trembling against his sheets as she did

He couldn't believe how much pleasure he was finding from her satisfaction. She was already getting so turned on and satisfied and she was only just getting even more turned on from him. So much so, that she had already orgasmed twice from just his attentive playing. That just made him feel even more turned on, he wanted to hear her make noises of pleasure all night now. And judging by the way she was still moaning and squishing her body against his sheets, he had not finished yet… His fingers began to brush up against her sensitive spots and this was getting her so hot, she was moaning and squiggling against him with every stroke. His hands were becoming more insistent of exploring all of her while he was still on top of her, he wanted to make her keep feeling good.

her moans became more throaty more lustful as she was already overstimulated and overwhelmed so much so she began being for mercy on the edge of her third orgasm

his hands moved more quickly, she was so sensitive now he had already taken her to the edge of a third orgasm she would soon have enough. Her begging for him to stop just made him feel all the more confident, he knew that she was so much more than he originally anticipated and he wasn't going to stop until he was fully satisfied in his own right. Her body was so responsive now, the smallest touch was enough for her to moan and gasp and squirm.

she hit her third quickly screaming his name and her body reacting with shaking, arching, and liquid flooding the bed before she laid collapsed and exhausted trying desperately to gasp for breath "s-stop... Stop please..."

The Doctor was impressed, she hit her orgasm so fast this time that it nearly took him by surprise, but now he was feeling satisfied in a different way. For her last orgasm he stopped and just let her get her breath back and for the rest of the night he planned to let her rest to recover from everything they had just done.

"Are you okay?"

He asked while running a hand through her hair.

"yeah... I uh... Whoa.... Uhh... You do know human girls like... Rarely get one right? Three is kinda a bit much"

"I was gonna keep going but I think I'll let you rest... We wouldn't wanna tire you out now, would we?"

"keep go- uhhh until what?"

The Time Lord joked slightly as he watched her try to catch her breath. “I guess human girls need to be taken a little slower and gentler? I was going to keep going until we got high tens atleast.”

"ohh my... I uhh I think three is about all I can handle for now..."

"... Maybe I could try and give you one more... If that's all you think you can handle..."

The Doctor teased, seeing as he was in a playful mood he wanted to have a little more fun with her before the night was over...

"..what about you?"

"What about me?" a slight smirk forming on his lips. He was ready to tease her further but before he could speak further he was interrupted by the way she suddenly looked at him and her questioning look.

"it's hardly fair I get three possibly four and you don't get anything"

The Doctor smiled as he saw that she had a sympathetic side towards him as well, that was unexpected but a welcome change in attitude. He didn't mind her questioning him now that he knew what was behind it.

"I can easily give myself one or two later when you're asleep."

"... Yourself or... Using me while I slept?" She smirked a little

This remark and her smirk certainly caught the Time Lord off guard. He had never thought about doing that before but it was a tempting thought. He took a second to consider it before finally deciding what to say in response.

"Is that something you want me to do? I suppose I could always use you while you're exhausted and barely conscious..."

she blushed hard at the meer idea "well... I've had three and you want me to have more ... You haven't had any. How about you just... Use me until it's all fair?" She smiled stroking his shirt and playing with the clasp on his trousers

The Time Lord's smirk widened into a full-on smile when she started to play with his shirt and his pants, he could not turn down that offer even if he was trying. He was suddenly starting to feel even more turned on than before and he hoped that he was not going to get himself too carried away now that she was going to let him use her for as long as he wanted.

"Hmm... That sounds like a lovely offer... I will take you up on that then."

The Doctor had a mischievous sparkle in his eyes now that he knew what was on the table. He was going to have fun with this for sure. He reached down to his pants in response to her playing with the clasp and started to undo his belt.

[2dkapsddr]

December 21st, 2024 (1/3) - maimai BUDDiES PLUS, Arcaea, Phigros

yeah so... i don't think i even need to start writing the post to know this one's gonna be a massive two-parter LOL . as far as i knew, today would be the last day i'd get to play this games for the year (and for quite a while after, too . not sure when i'll get the chance again...) . it was tragic, but i knew this was on the coming up for quite a while now and had already planned out what i wanted to do in advance or this special occasion. so, ignoring the impending conclusion to this arc and deciding to make the most of it instead, let's uhhhh do just that!!! a massive session full of scores across maimai, chunithm, and the other games available here, starting of course with the maimai!!!

it's near impossible to comment on every single score of this session (also given they're all kinda bad in their own ways w, you can just look at em each individually and tell), but if i had to comment on them overall? despite how bad they are objectively, they're way better scores than i could've dreamt of getting way earlier in my time playing maimai. of course, i've barely really played maimai at all (my first time playing was earlier this year at a con, after all), but even back then the best i could manage was an A on a 10... but now i'm getting those types of scores on super complex 13s? and it feels like i'm only getting better and better at reading and understanding patterns with each session... it's a beautiful thing to witness imo, and it makes my efforts to improve in this game (which is nothing like what i've played before) feel all the more meaningful . when maimai officially comes to the US, i hope to keep that streak going and to stand tall with the greats or the most dedicated of maimai players in the near future... it's a long road ahead, but i'm building my way up piece by piece... oh right, also 10K Rating Get!!!

whew...! that was a ton of maimai, but my arms and palms are screaming for a break... i still stayed in the queue, of course, but it was getting longer and longer... which meant i could get through some of my dailies for games like arcaea and proseka!!! mainly on the arcaea side though, i did get a shocker of a score without any headphones or real audio cues... a PM on Hypnotize (ETR-9+, MAX-55) as ETR PM #13!!! ...yeahyeah, i know, not my best shiny acc at all, but i have no real way to improve it in the current setting unless i try playing with my bluetooth headphones... and because shortly after, i got this . WILD ASS SCORE on Ikazuchi [FTR-10], that being... an upscore to 1 lost??? out of nowhere??? lord almighty the GCM buff is real... but again, can't close it out in my current setting :[ maybe sometime later...

oh right, i got chuni penguin through world mode just now too!!! but i need to use as few images as possible due to the image limit, so can't include it unfortunately. just know that i got it !!!! okay!!! i'm not lying!!! i would never lie!!! totally!!!

...wellll, it was my turn in maimai once again, so let's get this show back on the road and set some (debatably) cool new records!!! once again, it's nothing to really note -- it's all just AAAs and AAs on 12+s and 13s, but even that's impressive to me!! after all, i couldn't even clear any of these at one point... but to summarize, that means progress and improvement is coming along smoothly, and that's quite a good thing!!!

phigros break!!! had to show off this chart to a friend who was obsessed with TECHNOPOLIS 2085 in ongeki and chunithm, as its phigros chart was basically a recreation of the chuni chart (sorta). ...alas, i still can't really score well on this chart, but hey!!! i managed to walk away with a 911k on this chart in the end!!! not that bad for a lap play!!

aaaand wouldya look at that, i've already hit the image limit LMFAO . alright then, last two maimai scores i can share before i hit the image limit, and they're the shockingly good ones of this session!!! both were master 11+s, sure, but one was in the form of an incredible new FC on INTERNET YAMERO [Master Lv. 11+], and the other was an upscore to an S on Seishun Complex [Master Lv. 11+]!!!

aaaand that's all for this post!!! i went through the images again to make sure they were all even able to fit in one more post and No, they weren't, i was still a good 10 images over the limit LMFAO . thus, i must correct myself in saying this was going to be a two-parter, as it was now set to be a three-parter... i apologize for the inconvenience and the feed spam, but i promise that my future posts after this weekend's posts (yes, the 22nd will be a two-parter, sorry for the inconvenience wwww)

[discountdyke]

finished mouthwashing yesterday and overall its a neat little game and i think it handled the story well but i cant help being irritated at it. its yet another horror story about the rape of a woman who does not get to tell her story directly. in a cast of 5 characters there is only one woman, who is portrayed mostly as crying, helpless, and useless for the majority of the game. we see her story through the eyes of the men who wronged her, which seems kind of cool except its actually extremely boring.

i dont care that men feel bad after raping women, or that they might be afraid of the potential consequences. my biggest beef is that i'm honestly supposed to believe that a woman having her rapists baby is enough proof to get a rapist punished. like how far in the future is this? is this a future where rapists actually go to jail? or where they go to jail longer than 6 months or so? a future where the consequences of being a rapist are actually bad enough to kill yourself and everyone around you?

and really, in horror, the consequences of raping a woman are really experiences with the supernatural, which are spooky and thematic but like.........not revolutionary? i find it irritating as well that curly faces the brunt of the punishment for jimmy's actions. like i understand the idea of "the buddy that covers it up is just as bad!" but he didn't get 'just as bad' punishment, he got it worse. which inevitably plays into ppl thinking that curly is somehow an innocent victim in this situation because he was "trying to do the right thing"

and finally, jimmy never does take responsibility. he never looks anya in the eyes and says "what i did was horrible and wrong and i will never ever hurt someone like that ever again." he never even says "uhhhh sorry about what happened. between us." i think we're meant to see jimmy's suicide as the cowards way out but narratively, why are you saying "take responsibility" over and over again and following it up with that? would someone really be wrong to read this as him taking that responsibility? that killing himself is as much justice as a genuine apology and a slap on the wrist?

why, in the end, is jimmy's responsibility to curly instead of anya? is it because men see other men as their equals and worthy of apology? or is it because he should have trusted that curly would have his back? why the fuck is this the way a story about raping a woman and that woman's subsequent pregnancy is being told? why is curly the one repeatedly violated with pills being shoved down his throat? why is anya a prop instead of a character? when will women get to tell their own stories? when will horror stop mythologizing rape and sexual violence?