#even got the fucking reset button in there
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songs on my td playlist that make me feel emotions again aka a chance to rant about my intricate headcanons for their adult lives
bad idea from waitress
both Mal and Zoey because they're way more similar than they'd ever admit
more shippy than I personally headcanon
"I know what's right for me, it's the only thing (I've ever) (I've never) done."
Mal knowing that the system will be safe and happy with Zoey and Cam but pulling away anyways to satisfy his need to be in absolute control to feel safe
(he knows he's being selfish) (he doesn't care) (he's the protector, he's the hero) (he's the villain) (he'll keep them all safe) (he's hurting them for his own sake) (he can't stop) (he's got everything under absolute control) (he's terrible) (he's the best thing that ever happened to them) (like it or not)
*slaps roof* this bad boy can fit so much cognitive dissonance in him, I love him
she's not a person anymore, she's a ghost, a shape a piece of clay for everyone to shove in their gaps, she's a stand in and a crutch and nothing and nobody and she's only the praise everyone else gives her, she doesn't even exist, she's a ghost she can't leave she's a terrible person for being a person she's not a person and this isn't a problem no she's being good so good and everyone loves her she's a person she has a body (she's just a shell)
and then it just goes straight into:
"what if I never see myself ever be anything more than what I've already become"
hoo boy
they can grow so much (they will grow so much) but god they can't see it right now they don't even know where to look how can they ever get there if the future is just wind in their hands
jealousy jealousy
once again Mal and Zoey
she doesn't exist outside other people, of course she struggles with being jealous of everyone somehow
she's jealous of their personhood, but that's too abstract so it's just their looks and accomplishments and belongings and life
and him? why him? why did it have to be him what did he ever do to deserve this? look at them. they're happy why the hell do they get to be happy??
I think he's jealous of Mike (I have a whole nother ramble locked and loaded for that) so the bridge is all his
anyways I think they should bond over being jealous of everyone and everything and Zoey should get to be bitter and embrace being an outcast a little more, you don't have to be perfect girly
keep an eye on dan-- abba
haunting sorta song about parenting separately
and Vito and Anne Maria are already my designated abba bitches sooo
they get kids but Vito's part of the system and the others have their own things going on so he's really only out a day and a half or so a week
so Anne Maria is basically raising the kids by herself with him as unreliable back up
(she's got a good support system and she wanted kids regardless of whether she had a coparent or not so it works for them pretty well but like angst potential here)
(I'll post more details about the kids later)
Vito strikes me as the type of guy to want a couple kids running around but he's also terrified of having kids because look how they (the system) turned out, how can he break that huge of a chain?he cries a lot the first time he holds his daughter because he finally got his dream and it's so fragile in his hands
(he's a great parent, he does good. she's a great parent, she does good. they do good, they do it.)
they all get their happy endings. they fight tooth and nail for it and they get it.
#when you have so many headvanons you wonder if its just an au at that point#its mostly canon compliant#even got the fucking reset button in there#it is *not* permanent#my rambles#total drama#td mal#td zoey#td vito#td anne maria#please ask me about my headcanons i have so much more
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Hi there! Can I please request headcanons if the obey me demon brothers + side characters (except from Luke obviously) with a female MC with naturally big breasts? Like whenever she hugs the demon brothers her breasts are always in their face and the demon brothers and undateables start to feel a bit dirty and naughty?it's fine if you don't want to do an NSFW if you don't want to.
You sure can!! (Me uploading after literally 4 years????) I am no longer burnt out and I’m hyperfixating HARD on nightbringer so *cracks fingers* 🤭😌
** also didn’t notice till uploading this that it just slowly gets filthier and filthier😭
Part 1
Lucifer:
- your so real for this anon bc I got them anime titties and I would definitely use them for evil😈
- This man is filthy if anything! Like you see how he’s always ready to invite you back to his room??
- So when you pressing up against him he’s actively trying not to get hard
- The type to be super touchy like “fixing” your uniform saying you buttoned it wrong(you didn’t)
- LOVES when you hug him really tight bc he can feel the curves of your body pressing into him and now he’s imagining you doing the same thing naked
- I’m telling you this man is worse than asmo
- If you’re in his office and lean in to help him with paperwork his eyes are starring holes into your chest
- He wants nothing more than to hold them in his hands and squeeze
- If you tease him about it he will definitely use that as an excuse to do it
- “Hm? Getting shy now after teasing me so much?”
- Like he WILL have you sit in his lap at his desk as he fondles your chest to his hearts content
- As a demon he’s naturally insatiable so he isn’t above pulling you out of class to indulge in his urges
- Leaves bite marks all over your chest
Mammon:
- absolutely cannot hide how much he likes them
- He’s glad he’s taller than you so he can just look down at you and get a perfect view
- When you hug him it takes every cell in his body not to rip your shirt open
- Wants to shove his face in em and suffocate
- Loves when you ride him because then he can have them directly in his face
- Whole ass has spent full classes just daydreaming about them
- Probably hides your bras so you don’t wear them
- If you have nipple piercings or want some he offers to pick the jewelry
- “NOT BECAUSE I WANT TO SEE IT ON YOU OR ANYTHING!!”
- Fighting for his life not to squeeze em
- Will fake having a headache to lay on your lap to stare up at them
- Leaves bite marks on em too
Levi:
- hentai watcher loves huge boobs
- Fighting worse than mammon
- Bc he will watch you walk down the stairs with no shame and then get flustered about it
- If you cuddle with him in his bath tub he can’t help but get handsy
- Wants to hold you up with his tail and watch them bounce in his face when he fucks you
- Like he will koala hold you and have his face in your chest as he fucks into you nice n deep
- Completely immobilized
- Might even consider coming to class just to watch you in your uniform all day
- Glitches when you hug him like literally his brain factory resets and he’s going through 7 emotions at once
- Your like awww you cute being shy but he’s freaking out bc he wants to do filthy unspeakable things to you
- Like In his head he’s like “oh my god??? Why tf do I want to paint their face it’s just a hug???”
- Banned you from his room for a while and didn’t say why but he’s damn near in heat the way he’s fucking his fist for hours thinking about you
- Will pretend to be normal but asmo can SEE the gears turning in his head
- “Levi is so cute how he gets flustered holding my hand!”
- “Yeah because he wants his hands around your throat,dear”
Satan:
- yeah he’s literally just a cat
- Lays on them and paws at them
- Will go shopping with you and compliment them in any tight shirt
- Might even offer to wash your uniform JUST to shrink it a few sizes so it’s even tighter on you
- He’s shameless just like the eldest but he has that flirtatious charm that’s not TOO overbearing like Lucifer
- Cat lingerie
- Puts you in a mating press just to see them squish together
- “Mind warming my hands?”
- Will shove his cold as ice hands in your shirt under the guise of “you’re a warm human I’m cold blooded🥺”
- You know how you squeeze your chest for comfort or just play with them sometimes for no reason? He does that for you
- And it’s all cool and normal until he starts pinching your nipples and kissing your neck🙄
- Like it was normal and now you can feel him grinding against your backside
- “Mmm I can feel your heart starting to race kitten”
- Will brush his fangs up against your neck also
- Wants to keep toying with your body until you start begging
- “Maybe if you ask nicely I’ll fill you up Hm?”
- He’s a sadist at heart so he can’t make it too easy for you
Asmo:
- Hear me out but it starts out normal
- He’s gunna make comments but he’s more enthralled with how they would look in various outfits
- So you and him are shopping 24/7
- You tired from trying on multiple outfits and bras
- He’s picking up more clothes from the rack so you press against his back and hug him from behind tiredly asking if you can stop your exhausted
- And that’s when he’s like…. I actually want to squeeze them
- Stutters a bit as he comes to this realization
- Smiles a sweet saccharine smile and tells you that you guys can leave and he will make you feel better after overexerting your body
- Looking down at you out the corner of his eye and watching them move as you walk
- Watching how they move when you breathe
- Fr like a scorpion about to strike
- And you’re none the wiser
- Pulling out all his nipple clamps and vibrating ones
- Before he was looking at them from a aesthetic standpoint but now all he can think about is them wrapped around his cock and finishing on your face
- “Open wide dear~”
- Will even pull out to cover them in cum so you might have to beg if you want him to finish anywhere else
- Body worship KING
Beel:
- whew
- Didn’t notice until you go to work out with him and then he’s like they look really soft
- Good enough to eat
- Might bite down a little too hard when marking you because he wants to really see the marks
- Sucking them like his life depends on it
- Breeding kink activated bc if he knocks you up they’ll get even bigger
- You just KNOW when he looks at you w those eyes and says he’s hungry what he wants
- Better find a quiet corner and unbutton your shirt
- Will stick to you like glue in gym class good lord
- Offers to pick you up a lot
- Fav position is when he’s on his knees for you and looks up to see you breathing heavily
- Will massage them bc his hands are huge
- Buuuuut like Satan he will get “distracted”
- Loves reverse cowgirl but is impatient and will sit up to hold them from behind and fuck up into you
- “Mc you taste so good”
- Hickeys will be there for weeks
- Will literally tire your ass out QUICK
Belphie:
- a clown
- Circus king actually
- He’s been peeped how big your chest is and he’s not shy about it
- He’s literally as shameless as asmo it’s crazy😭
- Will lay on you claiming their the perfect pillows but will also feel you up and just act like it’s not a big deal
- “Mmm your really soft mc”
- Whole body a stress ball😐
- Does this in full view of the others and won’t care in the slightest
- Hard to talk to beel about homework when he’s sliding his hands under your shirt and groping you
- You end up in an attic club sandwich often bc of this😔✊🏿
- Will join in the convo and probably take it over like he’s NOT pinching your nipples in a regular conversation
- Going to sleep is his escape card
- Don’t believe him none of the shit he says are exhaustion induced he means that shit fr
- Will stare at you w half lidded eyes and mumble something about how your tits look like they’d be perfect to shove his cock in between
- “Wandering hands as he sleeps” ass mf
- Man sloth and sleepiness is his DOMAIN please don’t let any of the lies about how he’s just sleepy he can’t help it fool you!!
- He will literally enter your dreams and leave hickeys all over them
- Will give you the most raunchy vivid sex dreams ever until you come to him begging for him to touch you
- You wake up actually feeling his touch and he will lazily smile at you from across the table at breakfast as you fidget under his gaze
- Loose hold as he latches onto you but his hands brushing up against your chest is no mistake
- Will straight up say he wants to suck your tits if you ask him what’s w his behavior
- Has the same energy as satan but where he’s smooth and charming belphie is blunt and honest about his desires
- No flowery words or poetic phrases
- He will look you in the eyes w the most bored expression and tell you how he wants to cover you in his cum
- Probably barely looks up at you phone as he says it too😭
#obey me#obey me shall we date#obey me nightbringer#obey me x mc#obey me x reader#x black!reader#obey me x black reader#my writing#obey me swd#lucifer obey me#poly mc#bc duh#thsts always how I write#om! mammon#mammon smut#obey me smut#om! leviathan#obey me leviathan#obey me satan#satan om#asmodeus x reader#satan x reader#Levi x reader om#asmodeus avatar of lust#asmo obey me#beelzebub smut#obey me beelzebub#obey me beel x reader#om! belphegor#belphegor x reader
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my love, mine all mine — lucy gray baird
pairing(s): lucy gray baird x fem!reader, mentions of coriolanus snow x fem!reader.
warnings: slight tbosas spoilers, mentions of ptsd, trauma, angst, possessive!lucy, Y/N usage, slightly mean!lucy, standard ballad of songbirds and snakes warnings.
authors note: boom! another one. i am so happy you all love my writing! keep sending in these requests, y’alls ideas are so cool and i adore reading them. this fic is based off of this request, and i hope you all enjoy it! much love .
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When your eyes first laid upon Lucy Gray Baird, you were immediately enthralled by her presence. Everyone who had ever gotten the honor to meet her would say the same.
You had grown up in the very same district that her and her family, The Covey, were locked up in after being rounded up by the Peacekeepers. Most people around Twelve talked shit on them for being different, but the thing that drew you in the most to her was the fact that she didn’t give a shit.
She didn’t care what anyone thought, no one in her family did. They loved what they did, and that was singing. You saw this on full display at the Hob, where they performed every other night.
You already knew she was beautiful, but, God, when you saw her on that stage, beaming, you swore Aphrodite was standing before you. Her voice was just as beautiful as her, as she danced around stage, captivating the whole room.
At the end her performance, you snatched a daisy out of someone’s bouquet as you walked by, speed-walking to the corridor you were watching her walk into.
“Lucy Gray!” You called, the girl turning towards your call immediately, a smile still on her face. You held out the flower, a soft smile on your face. “You’re beautiful, as well as your singing.”
She blushed, her laugh coming out. “Why, thank you, darlin’.” She took the daisy, taking it up to her nose to smell. “What’s your name?”
“Y/N,” You beamed. “It’s a real pleasure to see you and your family around here. You really light it up ‘round here.” You complimented. “Twelve’s a normally dull place, but here.. it’s different.”
“Thank you, truly.” Her hand grabbed yours, squeezing. “I’ll see you around.”
And she kept her word, finding you after her next show to get to know you better.
And just like that, the pair of you were inseparable.
She introduced you to the Covey, and after they learned you had pipes, you were immediately brought into their group. You loved it, it felt as if you had found the people you’d been longing for your whole life.
But you found yourself staring at Lucy Gray for longer than normal, a dopey smile lazily draped across your sun kissed features. It wasn’t until some teasing from CeCe and Billy that you realized that you had feelings for the girl.
“Aye, Y/N, it seems like you got some drool right there…” CeCe teased, a playful smile on his face as they caught you staring at the girl for the 100th time.
Billy butted in from his side. “Yeah, you do. Someone’s fallin’ for the songbird,” He laughed. You rolled your eyes at them, before taking their words into consideration.
Holy fuck, you were falling for her.
I mean, how could you not? She was a beacon of light, her presence alone brighting up every room she walked into to, and she had treated you wonderfully, even going as far to include you with her family.
You were caught up in your love daze, not realizing the crushing realities that came with your feelings. But when you did, it left a sour taste in your mouth.
The butterflies swirling in your abdomen stopped in an instant, replaced with an oozing, grueling feeling of worry. Lucy Gray could find you repulsing— and the whole Covey would leave you as well.
It left you wishing you had a factory reset button to forget your feelings at once.
“Y/N, what’s with the frown?” Lucy Gray suddenly appeared in front of you, her signature smile on her cherry lips.
Your eyes snapped to hers, your nerves only growing. “Oh, nothin’. Just thinkin’.”
She sat down next to you. “Oh, really? Didn’t think you was capable.” She joked, making you lightly shove her with a smile.
Your breath caught in your throat when you realized how close you were to the girl. Her honey eyes stared up into yours, and you struggled to not look at her lips. All you wanted to do was close the space between the pair of you.
But you decided on that day that you would settle for this. After all— having her as a friend was better than nothing.
It wasn’t until the reaping of that year that you decided to throw caution to the wind.
It was the Covey’s first reaping, and it was for the annual 9th Hunger Games. Your nerves always got the best of you during this time of year, but it seemed that you weren’t the only one.
You sat in your room, Lucy Gray sitting at your desk in the corner. She said she was trying to write, but you could tell by the bouncing of her leg and her tense body that it wasn’t going well.
You licked your lips, putting your book aside. “You alright, Gray?”
She turned her head, her eyes meeting yours from over her shoulder. She sighed, turning back to the paper and rubbing her temple. “No,”
You stood up, coming to stand next to her, your hesitant hands rubbing her shoulders, the tense muscles deflating under your touch. “What’s wrong?”
“I.. I just really miss my mama.” She let out a sad breath. “And this reapin’ stuff is got my nerves wrecked.”
“I know the feelin’.” You bitterly chuckled. “You won’t get your name drawn, Lucy, none of you will. Your names are only in their once, your chances are slim. You should be okay. I miss my ma, too. I know it hurts.” You tried your best to calm her.
Her hand came up to grab yours that was resting on her shoulder, lacing your fingers together. “You know, you are about the only good thing in this District,” She smiled up at you, her worry lines faded.
At her words you felt those butterflies return, as your eyes flickered down to her lips, your teeth pulling in your bottom lip as you tried to talk yourself down.
Lucy Gray noticed this, however, and with a smile still plastered on her pretty face, she leaned up ever so slightly and captured your lips with her own. Your eyes widened in surprise, before they fluttered closed, your hands coming up to cup her face.
You let out a happy hum against her lips, the girl standing up to get a better grip on your hips, her lips never leaving yours. When you broke apart for air, a giggle left her slips at the sight of your lips stained with her lipstick.
“I’ve wanted you to do that for so long,” You admitted with a smile.
A smirk grew across her face. “I was waitin’ for you to grow the balls to do it first. Turns out you were too chicken.” She teased, her arms wrapping around your neck as she left small pecks on your lips.
You didn’t even pretend to be offended by her words, instead rolling your eyes playfully before kissing her again.
“Be my girlfriend,” She whispered against your lips. You pulled back slightly at her words, before jumping into her arms.
“Yes, yes.” You chuckled, as the girl hugged you back just as tightly.
That led you to now, where you smiled at the same brunette that was laid in your arms. She was different, anyone who had been what she went through would be, but she was also still your same Lucy Gray in all the best ways.
After you got her back from the games, you vowed to never let her go again. The turmoil you felt in the weeks that she was away from you, not knowing if you’d see her again or not— you never wanted to feel that again. And she felt the same way.
“You got a starin’ problem, girl?” Lucy Gray teased with that southern drawl you loved, seeing that you were lost in thought.
A warm smiled crossed your face at the sound of her voice, your hand going to play with her hair. “If it means I get to look at you, then yes, I do.”
She giggled, snuggling deeper into your arms. “Yeah, yeah, you sap.”
“You love it,”
She rolled her eyes, playfully. “I do,” She looked at you seriously now, leaning up to kiss you softly. You smiled against her lips, the feeling of her expressing her love for you in such an intimate way always making you smile.
You would proudly admit that you were head over heels in love with your girlfriend to anyone. But you knew you couldn’t— hell, the only people that even knew you were together was the Covey and her mentor, Coriolanus Snow. People didn’t seem expect, nor accept your type of love.
She had told him during her time there, during the nights they spent together talking through the cage bars. She talked his ear off about you, a love-sick smile on her face the whole time, the girl forgetting that some people weren’t accepting of your love.
But to her surprise, Coriolanus didn’t care if she was with a girl. In fact, he was thrilled, which confused her to no end. (She didn’t know this, but the only reason he was happy was because he now had something that would fuel her to win.)
You thanked every star above for the Snow boy for bringing your girl back to you, even if she was brought back with sharper edges. You didn’t care, you had her back in your arms. And you wanted to thank him.
But, Lucy Gray was a different girl than what she was when she left, even if she tried to pretend that wasn’t the case. She was more paranoid, more protective of the people she loved— especially you. More than you anticipated.
So the next morning when you set out to find the boy who was currently serving time as a Peacekeeper in your very district, the one goal in your mind was to thank him, the thought that this might be upsetting to your girlfriend not even crossing your temple.
You decided to bring him a rose— Lucy Gray mentioning to you that his Grandmother grew them, and you just happened to as well. It wasn’t like the pure ones his Grandmother grew in the Capitol, but you deemed it good enough.
You caught a glimpse of his platinum buzzcut, a smile growing over your ruby red lips. “Snow!” You called, jogging up to him in your cowboy boots. He turned at the call, his eyebrows furrowing when he saw it was you.
“Y/N?” He questioned.
“Hey, Coriolanus.” You smiled, holding out the rose for him. “Lucy Gray mentioned something about your Grandmother and roses, and just as a thanks for you bringin’ her back to me, I’d like to give you this,” You motioned to the rose.
To your delight, his hard face warped into that of a smile. “Thank you, Y/N. Truly.” His hand came out to squeeze your forearm affectionately. “I appreciate it, and you don’t have to thank me for that.”
“I do.” You assured him. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if I didn’t get her back. You saved her… so, truly, thank you, Coriolanus. I mean it.” You felt eyes on you, but you shook the feeling off.
He nodded sheepishly, not used to the type of compliment you were giving him. “Of course.. Thank you for the rose. Let me know if you need anything, I’ll see you around.” He smiled, giving your forearm one last squeeze before he turned.
“You’re welcome, Coryo.” You flashed him one last smile before you turned on your heel yourself. What you didn’t expect to see was to see those honey eyes you loved staring daggers at you.
You cocked your head to the side as she began to stomp her way towards you. Once she reached you, she grabbed your wrist with a hard grip, and without word dragged you back to your now shared home.
“Lucy, what’re you doing?” You asked, just as your neared the front lawn of your home.
She clicked her tongue, a sign she was mad, and shook her head, continuing to lead you to the house in silence. Once the pair of you got in, she threw her bag on your shared bed, crossing her arms.
“What the hell was that?” She asked, her tone hard.
“What are you talkin’ about, Lucy?” You asked, stepping closer to her. She only backed away, her head shaking once again, while you visibly shrank at her rejection.
“Don’t play dumb, Y/N. You know better,” She scoffed, rolling her eyes. “I been runnin’ around, lookin’ for you like some fool, while you were off with my mentor, lettin’ him touch you. Why were you with him, huh?” She pressed. “What, you think I’m stupid or somethin’?”
“Coriolanus?” Your eyebrows furrowed, still not quite catching on to what she was so angry about.
“Yes, damnit, him.” Her voice slightly raised as she walked up to you, her gaze lowered as she glared at you. “Why were you givin’ him a rose, huh? Why were his hands on you?”
You licked your lips as you took in her state. Her pupils were blown out, her jaw slack— God, she looked so hot when she was angry. You shook your head at your thoughts, trying to be serious.
“Aye!” Her fingers snapped in front of your face, angrily. “Answer me,”
“Lucy, I— I was goin’ to thank him..” You whispered, your voice dying in your throat as you submitted to her fiery gaze.
“Why?” Her voice was low and raspy, sending shivers down your spine.
“For bringin’ you back t’me.” You admitted, looking at the floor guiltily as it sunk in that how much you truly had upset her. “I never got the chance to properly thank him, and you said he liked roses. So I brought him one, I thought it would remind him of home. I didn’t mean anything by it, I swear,”
Her eyes softened. “Oh, baby, I’m sorry..” She whispered, one hand coming up to cup your jaw, rubbing softly. “I.. My mind went somewhere completely different when I saw him touchin’ you.. It just made me angry,”
A sly smirk came over your features. “I think you mean jealous, Lucy Gray.” You whispered teasingly.
“Only you could make me this crazy,” She smiled. “But, I am sorry.” She said, guilt swirling in her eyes.
“Hey, it’s alright.” You reassured her, seeing that she was beating herself up. “Even I get a little jealous seein’ Billy drape hisself on you when he’s shitfaced, it’s normal, baby, I ain’t mad.” Your goofy smile mixed with your southern accent making her smile come back.
But just as it returned, it was replaced with a serious look. “Just.. stay away from him, alright? I don’t fully trust ‘em.”
“I won’t go near him again, I promise. I just wanted him to know I was thankful for bringin’ my best girl back t’me,” You tried to cheer her up, your lips ghosting over hers.
“Good. ‘Cause your mine,” She smirked, closing the space between the two of you as her lips kissed you hard, her teeth nipping your bottom lip as you let out a gasp, granting her access to your mouth as she deepened the kiss.
You smiled against her lips, thanking the stars above that you had the pleasure of being hers.
#anon asks#lucy gray my beloved#lucy gray baird x fem reader#lucy gray x reader#lucy gray baird x reader#lucy gray#lucy gray baird#lucy gray fan fiction#tbosas#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#coriolanus x lucy gray#lucy gray x coriolanus
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Hello! Maybe one where Nate kisses the reader like he did Keeley but they’re dating Jamie and he gets very upset but then they call him down and it’s sweet at the end ❤️
This one got real intense, real fast. Deals with some trauma after an unwanted kiss, so be discerning when deciding if you want to read this. Jamie’s really sweet, but this mostly ends up as a look at how it feels when someone does something you have a hard time laughing off.
i can’t breathe without you
It all happens so fast, really. One minute you’re alone in the boot room, talking to Nate about his day, and the next his lips are pressed against yours. Your entire mind freezes and all you can think is Jamie, and you must say something to that effect because Nate is bumbling through an apology, something about misreading signals and being an idiot, but what you’re really hearing is that he thinks any girl who is nice to him, is attracted to him.
You’re not.
He should have known, your mind reasons. He should have known you were with Jamie.
All rational thought is overshadowed by tears threatening to fall. You say, ��I have to go,” and then flee the boot room, leaving Nate standing there all alone.
You’re not really sure where you’re going, but you’re running, pushing past people in an effort to just get out and get away from the feeling of his lips on yours.
I didn’t want it, you tell yourself. Didn’t want, didn’t want, didn’t want.
You knock into Ted in your rush. “Hey there, darling, you alright?” he asks, all fatherly concern. You nod your head once and then are gone, pushing through the door and out into the parking lot. You’re running, running fast. Anything to have control over the way your body feels, to hit the reset button, to forget.
Jamie will understand, he loves you, he’ll understand, your mind tells you.
You push it away, because now is not a time for hope. Jamie is a man, and they are all the same. Your ex, Connor, broke up with you when a boy kissed you at a frat party. Never mind that you were shoving him off you before his lips even made contact. Never mind that you had been trying to turn your head away. Never mind that he had seen the whole fucking thing and still decided that you were, in his words, “too easy.”
You’re so distracted by your thoughts and your desperate escape that you barely register Sam’s voice and sprint to catch you until his hand has reached for your arm and you violently shake it away, saying, “don’t touch me,” voice hoarse.
He instantly lets go and backs up, hands in the air.
You must look feral, eyes wide, hair flying. Face white.
Sam’s face has concern written all over it as he asks, softer, “Are you alright?”
“Yes,” you say, just a bit too forcefully. “I’m fine, I just, his lips and I didn’t want it, I swear I didn’t, I didn’t even do anything, but I feel them, and I didn’t do anything I promise, please, please don’t tell Jamie.”
You don’t realize you’re crying until tears fall onto your shoe. Sam’s previous concern has nothing on how he is now. He is downright worried.
“Do you need me to call someone?” he asks.
“No!” you reply. “No. I’m fine. It’s just- Nate kissed me, and I promise I didn’t want him to, he just did, and it’s probably my fault but I love Jamie, not Nate, and I need him to know that, ok? I can’t, how am I supposed to keep going, I can’t-” You’re beginning to hyperventilate now. Sam’s hands are up, like he’s calming a wild animal.
“Hey. Hey now. Why don’t you sit down. It’s alright, it’s just you and me. Take a deep breath for me, alright? Follow my lead.”
You follow Sam’s directives and sit with your head between your legs. Sam takes a moment to type out a message to Coach Beard, while you’re distracted. It says, Find Nate before Jamie does, because who else would it be, and Sam knows Beard will be able to assess and handle the situation properly. Meanwhile, he’s got to calm you down.
—
Inside the locker room, Beard’s phone dings. He looks away from where Ted is talking to Jamie and then frowns. What are the odds this text is related to you bumping into Ted? Beard, betting man that he is, is sure they’re good. He goes to find Nate.
Nate is still in the boot room, acting as if nothing’s wrong.
He looks up in surprise when Beard walks in.
“Oh, um, hello,” he says. “Is everything alright?”
So he’s clocked Beard’s angry face. At least he’s not a complete imbecile.
“I don’t know, you tell me,” Beard replies, arms crossed and face stony as ever. “What happened to Jamie’s girlfriend?”
One stammer from Nate is all Beard needs to hear.
—
Ted tells Jamie, and Jamie is livid. Ted’s phone dings with a help please text from Sam because he has no idea how to help you, and Jamie’s anger reaches a whole new level.
Beard thinks they should let Jamie have a go at Nate. Roy agrees, and thinks maybe Jamie could use some help. Nate isn’t present, Beard says something about being stuck in the boot room with the handle broken off. Ted knows Beard well enough to know exactly what happened, but now isn’t the time to comment. Beard has both punished and protected Nate, and there are more pressing things at hand. You, for starters. And Jamie, with murder on his mind.
“Jamie,” Ted says, “I’m gonna need you to listen real good. I don’t know your girl very well, but I do know she has a sweet spirit. You go out there guns blazing, and it’s just going to validate every crushing thought she has about herself.”
Jamie opens his mouth to speak but Ted puts up a hand. “Doesn’t matter that you’re not mad at her, she’ll take it that way. Things like this are tricky. You want her to know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that you are 100% on her team.” Ted stops. “You are on her team, ain’t you?”
Jamie stares at him. “You think I fucking blame her for that prick mistaking her bein’ nice for flirting?”
Ted shrugs. “She ever told you ‘bout her last boyfriend? Matter of fact, she ever tell you about any of her other relationships? You might be surprised what kinda boys are out there pretending to be men. Now, I gotta go make sure she’s gonna be ok. You,” he points to Roy, “don’t let Jamie out till he’s calmed down. You,” he points to Beard, “go figure out a way to get Nate unstuck from the boot room.”
Beard says, “consider it done, Coach,” and Roy just grunts.
Ted is gone, and it’s just the three of them and their separate manifestations of their anger.
—
Your head is still on your knees when you hear footsteps approaching. Sam has been sitting on his haunches, two feet away from you. Close enough so you’re not alone, far enough to give you some space.
The footsteps make your head jerk up. The fear in your eyes is enough to break Ted’s heart. He’s never had a daughter, but he’ll be damned if this isn’t how a father must feel.
“Hey, sweetheart,” he says, crouching down, voice soft. “What can I do you for?”
His voice is just reminiscent enough of your own father’s that you launch yourself into his arms, crying.
“Sh, sh, it’s alright, I’ve got you,” Ted says. You have a death grip on him. “Just let it out.”
You’ve almost completely cried yourself out when Ted says, “What do you want to say?”
You pull away and sit back on the curb, hand covering half your face. You shake your head.
“It’s alright, darlin’. I’m not gonna hurt you. Just want to know what’s wrong so I can help.”
You choke out “Jamie,” and both Ted and Sam are surprised enough that neither of them know what to say. They wait for you to continue.
A few more tears fall before you say, “I just love him so much. I don’t want to lose him. I need him to know that I didn’t mean to. I didn’t want it. I wasn’t flirting, I swear. He just kissed me out of nowhere and I can’t get rid of the feeling, I just can’t-” You start wiping your lips violently with the back of your hand.
“Hey, hey listen- listen to me,” Ted says. You lower your trembling hand. You’re vaguely aware of the fact that your whole body is shaking.
“None of this, and believe me when I do say ‘none,’ is your fault. Jamie ain’t like those other boys you were with. He knows who you are. You did nothing wrong. He’s hopping mad, sure, but not at you. His hearts in the right place. He loves you, and I’m pretty sure if you gave him half a chance, he’d love you forever. There’s nothing that’s going to change that.”
You’re beginning to register Ted’s words. You’re glad he and Sam are out here, and that you’re not alone. Vaguely, you hear the building door open from across the parking lot. There’s a different set of footsteps now, running ones, that come to a crashing halt in front of you.
You flinch.
You hear Jamie inhale jerkily and dare to look upward.
He looks a mess, eyes red and hair mussed. He kneels down slowly to where you’re curled up.
He doesn’t even know where to begin with you flinching, but by god every breath Nathan Shelley draws is just one closer to his reckoning.
Jamie breathes out your name, and finally, finally, you make solid eye contact. He reaches for you, and you take his hand, letting him draw you into his lap.
He holds you and rocks back and forth, whispering into your hair while the others quietly get up and back away.
“I’ve got you. I’ve got you. It’s just you and me. I love you and I’ve got you.”
He’s got you, you tell your mind.
Yes, your brain agrees, he’s got you and he loves you.
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this morning we are plagued by thoughts of free-use Izzy, of the flavour where the Trauma Crew are all supremely stressed during the Kraken era, and Izzy started off as being an absolute fucking monster in the aftermath of The First Toe.
Jim, still spitting furious over the marooning of the rest of the crew and the loss of Oluwande, eventually snapped. They tried to go for Ed, but Izzy got in the way. So, Jim got in a huge bloody fight with Izzy that wound up with Izzy pinned beneath them, panting and bucking for leverage with his legs wrapped around Jim's waist but unable to roll them. They leant in to hiss threats in his ear, Izzy accidentally whimpered and went limp, and things... escalated from there.
(Adults only under the cut!)
Anyway, that first time was rough and brutal and more about Jim being angry than anything else (as much as Izzy thoroughly enjoyed it). But the nasty, humiliating shit they did to him earns the whole crew a reprieve from Izzy's nitpicking and yelling at least (though they're all still fucking terrified of Blackbeard, who has gone batshit, and even though he's taking out most of it on Izzy, still isn't afraid to let any crewmate who interferes become collateral).
At first, Jim was ever-so-slightly guilty, thinking they took things to far. But Izzy's kinda... not flinching away from them, or anything. Not like he does from Ed (though he tries so very fucking hard to hide it). He seems dazy and happy and calm, and actually runs the ship well in Blackbeard's absence. But it only lasts a few hours before Izzy gets called to Blackbeard's cabin and comes out worried and tight-faced and with bruises around his throat that Jim didn't put there, and immediately starts screaming himself hoarse at the crew again.
Jim hums. Considers the evidence. Then gathers the rest of the Trauma crew for a little confab...
Which is to say: the Trauma crew figure out that nothing calms Izzy down more than having his choices (consensually) stripped away and roughfucked for a bit, followed by lots of aftercare to make the effect last. Man has a hard reset button and it is up his ass/cunt. And the trauma crew all just swap nods like. Yeah, we can work with this.
Anyway, the Revenge crew gets back together, Ed stops blatantly abusing Izzy and the rest of them, and everything's sunshine and daisies. Until the first time Izzy snaps at Lucius or Pete or whoever.
Next moment, Frenchie and Jim are there, grabbing Izzy and shoving him face-first over a barrel and wrestling down his trousers while Lucius is frozen like. What is happening?? What the fuck is happening right now?????
(Izzy does freak out and safeword because these 18th century dolts have minimal BDSM knowledge, and never thought to establish new boundaries when they met up with the other crew. But after a lot of profuse apologies from Frenchie and Jim, Lucius (slapping a hand over Pete's mouth to keep him from saying whatever unthought-through-thing was about to come out) is like 'OH WE'D BE VERY OKAY WITH WATCHING. WOULDN'T THINK LESS OF YOU AT ALL. VERY HARD KINK POSITIVE, WE ARE', all while Pete's nodding enthusiastically. Izzy looks a tiny bit nervous, but he's been getting on with Lucius way better after the shark thing and the Calypso singalong, so he straightens up, raises his chin, glares at Jim and Frenchie, and snaps 'get back to it then')
(and THAT'S how he becomes the unicorn of the entire crew polycule sfhgldfksds. Just one more ship's duty. You swab the decks, you reef the sails, you scruff the first mate and fuck him when he gets mad.)
#ofmd jim#ofmd izzy#izzy hands#ofmd frenchie#our flag means death#ofmd fanfic#ofmd ficlet#ofmd lucius#ofmd black pete#ofmd blackbeard#IT'S WHAT WE DESERVE!!! IT'S WHAT HE DESERVES!!!
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"You Work So Hard..."
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Characters: Lucifer X GN!Reader
CW: Oral (Receiving,) Penetration (Receiving.) A little rough, a little romantic. Reader's gender is not mentioned.
A/N: More Luci :) Noticing that Lucifer is stressed, MC helps him vent his frustrations. ~1400 Words
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Lucifer, like always, had been working too hard. Day after day, he was pulling overtime doing petty administrative work, crunching numbers, and of course managing his unruly relatives. You could tell he was hanging by a thread, desperate for a break, or even just a way to blow off some steam.
Of course, it wasn’t the first time you’d seen him like this. He had a habit of overworking himself, or perhaps it was that other people had a habit of overworking him. Either way, he was in a rut again, but naturally, you had just the right idea to get him out of it.
You convinced him to let you use his shower while he was working in his study. He told you that he really didn't care, blowing you off in the way an overworked, severely stressed person might. But you knew just what to do when you got out.
Your hair still dripping wet, you put on one of his button-down shirts, leaving it open. Nothing else, just the shirt. Stepping through the door, you feel a twinge of nervousness, even though you know he'll appreciate the gesture.
You aren't trying to be quiet as you enter his study, but still he doesn't look up so you walk over to his desk, your bare feet cold on the wooden floor. He's writing feverishly, his pen flying across the page in frustrated scribbles, and he doesn't even notice when you reach his desk.
Placing a finger on it, you run it across the desk, up his arm and to his chin, tilting it up to look at you. He does good to hide the flash of emotions that fly across his face, but not good enough. He goes from annoyance to shock to excitement in a very short span before resetting to his default cool, collected demeanor.
"You work so hard Luci," You say, caressing his cheek. "Why don't you take a break?"
He looks at you for a moment, calculating his response, as well as whether or not he can even afford to take a break. "I think that can be arranged," He says, standing from his chair. He removes his cape, draping it over the chair before wrapping his arms around you and kissing you with his signature intensity. You clutch his vest tightly in your fists as he smiles against your lips.
As he pulls away, he pushes his shirt off of your arms and says, "You knew that would get me, huh?" There's a desire burning in his eyes like you’ve never seen before. Perhaps it's the excitement of breaking up his work with something so naughty, or perhaps it's just gratitude for you trying to help him. Whatever it is, it's brought out a sort of feral intensity you haven't seen in a long time, if ever.
He picks you up, and puts you on his desk. You giggle softly as he sets you down. He wastes little time unbuckling his belt and dropping his pants. His cock is rock hard already. With you sitting at waist height, he steps in front of you and pushes his cock right up against your entrance. You pull your feet up and wrap your arms around his neck as he asks, "Are you ready?"
"Please," you say. "I need you."
He pushes the tip of his cock in and you whimper a little. He continues to shove it in as you clutch tightly to him. He groans in your ear as his legs press up against yours, the base of his cock embedded within you now.
"Don't hold back," You say. You want him to blow off all of his steam. You want him to take his frustrations out on you. You want him to fuck you like he hasn't before. And he does. Pulling out, he thrusts back into you with a force that causes you to slide slightly on his desk, flinging papers aside. Wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, you have to hold on with all your strength to keep from being pushed off altogether.
Your voice is punctuated with each thrust as you moan, “Fuck. Luci. You. Feel. So. Good.”
You clutch tighter to him, burying your face in his warm neck while he thrusts into you and growls in your ear. The feeling of his breath whishing into your ear adds another sensation that’s nearly too much to handle on top of the intense pleasure of his cock repeatedly thrusting into you.
He starts to pull away somewhat unexpectedly. With your shaky legs wrapped around his waist, it takes him a second to break free. You’re quivering as he pulls out, that excitement suddenly guillotined, leaving you in a state of dazed and clingy impatience.
He sees the way you’re looking at him and sets one finger on your lips to preemptively hush you, trailing the other down your neck, then your chest, and on to your stomach, stopping just above your groin. He begins to crouch, getting onto the floor in front of you, running his hands down your body as he does so. He holds your legs as he buries his head between them. You shriek out in pleasure, the bliss that was building up before crashing suddenly back onto you.
He works his tongue expertly, swirling it and running it over every inch of you, watching you and feeling your movements to serve you the best he can. With the way he was fucking you before, it doesn’t take you long to cum on his tongue, warm pleasure flooding your body as you shake, convulse, and squeeze his head between your thighs. Characteristically, he had to make sure you came at least once before him. Even if he’s supposed to be blowing off steam.
He stands, ignoring the pain he no doubt feels in his knees and pulls you off the desk, turning you over. With his rough and strong hands, he pushes you over so that you’re bent over his desk. Your head on its side you look back at him and smile as he takes your arms and thrusts his cock back into you.
Your legs are weak from cumming already, so the desk is doing most of the work holding you up while he fucks you. Each thrust hits you hard, with your body held in place. With him holding your arms back, you're completely at his mercy, not that you'd have it any other way.
"You're doing so good," He purrs from behind you, his length repeatedly finding your deepest points. "I'm so proud of you," He continues. You want to reply, but all that escapes your mouth is whiny little moans. You don't feel like you're doing good, you feel like you're going to collapse, and it's amazing.
It surprises you that he's lasted this long already, but while your walls clench down around him, you can sense that he's getting close. His moans are getting louder and rougher as he rails you and when he can't take it anymore he moans your name, saying, "I'm getting close."
"Please Luci," You moan. "Please I need your cum. Please please cum inside me."
He pulls back on your arms bringing you onto his cock, even harder than before. Three hard thrusts then he stops and you can feel his hard length throb inside of you. It's your greatest pleasure to let him pour out his frustrations into you. "Luci can I cum?" You ask.
"Cum for me," He replies with a soft growl. You convulse and clench down on his pulsing cock as an intense orgasm floods through your body. You feel like your legs could give at any second, but you have to hold on while he pumps his hot cum into you.
When he's done, and you're nice and full of his cum, he lets go of your arms, letting them fall to your side as he pulls out. Your shaky legs give way without him to hold you, and you fall to the ground.
"Oh my god Luci," you say, feeling his cum start to slowly spill out of you, "That was so good."
"You'd better not be wasting my cum," He says.
"I'm sorry Luci," you whine. "I couldn't hold myself up anymore.
"Come on," He says, picking you up, "Let's get you to bed."
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Snippet following Silverstone 2023 from the current pr fic wip!
Carlos calls Lando on Monday when he’s back in Maranello, if only to hear his voice. Collapsed into the sofa, fresh from the shower after his run.
Lando answers on the third ring, a warm, “Hey,” reaching Carlos’ ears.
It’s the single sweetest syllable Carlos has heard in the last forty-eight hours.
“Hey. I didn’t tell you yesterday, but congrats on the podium. You deserved it. You looked so good up there.”
Lando hums, an evident smile in his voice despite how hard he’s trying to fight it. “Thanks. It was pretty cool, not to rub it in.”
“It’s quite the view. I remember from last year.”
“Maybe next year I’ll be up on that top spot.”
“Maybe I’ll join you.” It’s quite the thought, one that has Carlos feeling more wistful than he was prepared for. They’re overdue a podium together— yet to fulfill their 1-2 wish from back at McLaren.
“You promise?” Lando asks.
It’s Carlos’ turn to hum, letting the conversation fall into a lull. He scratches at a spot on his neck he’d nicked while shaving and mentally curses when his fingernail catches against it.
“What are you doing right now?” Lando asks. Carlos would tease him about the suggestive nature of his question if he felt like they were at a place where they could.
As it is, Carlos feels like he’s walking across shards of glass.
“Just got in from a run and showered— in Maranello for now. What about you?”
“Spending a couple of days with my family before going back to Monaco. It’s nice to kind of just decompress for a bit. Log off social media.”
“Stay off the algorithm,” Carlos adds.
Lando sighs. “Suppose I should apologize for the last few weeks. My head’s not been great, and I’m trying to deal with it.”
“Lando, you don’t have to apologize.”
“No, I do because Max has already told me off about it. I’ve just been avoiding you without telling you why, and that’s not fair to either of us. I just kept thinking about what you said about the European leg and how she was just gonna be around all the time, and it's made me sick to my stomach. Fuck, it makes me sick just saying it again. But I don’t want this to ruin us.”
“Shit…” is all Carlos can say. He’s had a sneaking suspicion, but to hear it confirmed is something else. “I should’ve been more demanding about her not coming golfing.”
“It’s not just the golfing, Carlos—”
“No, but I should’ve been more demanding. I should have said I wasn’t going and done something else with you. This has already taken so much.” Carlos knew it was doing damage, but now it's different.
Their promises to each other are coming unraveled in real time despite how much they try.
“What are you doing this week?” Lando asks, an edge of hope palpable in his voice. “I could come to you or you could come to me, and we could kind of just reset? More than Canada. Just exist a few days and forget about the world.”
The proposition sounds like one of the best ideas Carlos has ever heard. He can practically picture Lando in his bed, sitting on the kitchen counter, pressed up against the glass door in the shower.
He thinks about Monaco back in May and the utter bliss those handful of days were when it was just them. They shut the rest of the world out. It would be so easy to say yes now. It would be so easy to buy Lando’s plane ticket for him with a couple button clicks.
Carlos’ brain slams on the brakes.
“I don’t think this week will be good. I think the plan is to let everything settle before the summer break. Either of us being spotted where the other lives will only raise Caco and Guzman’s hackles.” Getting them to agree to let him have this break in the first place was a lot. The last thing he wants to do is laugh in their faces and tempt them into something.
“Yeah, sure. That’s fine.” Lando’s tone is clipped— the opposite of fine, Carlos knows.
“Lando,” Carlos begs. “We can do things together on Facetime maybe. We can make dinner together tonight? Maybe watch something together even though you will fall asleep halfway through. It’s not that I don’t miss you, cariño. It’s that I am trying to finish this as quickly as possible.”
Lando sighs. “I know. I think I’d really like to do those things. I’ll be back in Monaco tomorrow night. We can cook dinner then?”
Something inside Carlos settles. “Yeah, that sounds good. I will figure us out a recipe. I can keep talking for now though if you are okay to.”
“I know I’ve been avoiding you, but I could still talk to you forever, you know.”
Carlos smiles to himself. “That’s good because so can I.”
They stay on the phone with each other for another hour and a half until Lando’s father evidently tells him dinner is ready. Carlos is morose to eventually let him go— he'd much rather choose to stay on the phone and talk about everything and nothing.
Carlos wants to hear more about the stack of old sketchbooks Lando found in the desk drawer in his room full of sticker designs. He wants to hear more about how when this is all over, Lando wants to bring Carlos home as his boyfriend and show him around.
Likewise, Carlos wants to keep telling Lando about the neighbors in his building and the people around town. He wants to talk about what color he should paint the living room because it’s too yellow as-is. He’s been spending more time there and has discovered he hates it.
Lando tells Carlos he’ll help paint it.
When they do hang up, Carlos feels better than he has in a while. It feels like something has shifted between them the tiniest bit. Not good or bad, but just different. It’s like they’ve taken a step back for a moment to something safer, and Carlos is oddly grateful for it even if he still wishes with every fiber of his being that he could have Lando here with him.
The next few days only reinforce the shift. Like taking a hit off an inhaler, suddenly Carlos feels like he can breathe again.
Sure, making dinner in parallel with each other feels silly, especially when Lando can’t get the peel off the garlic clove and he refuses to smash it with the knife because the instructions stated he has to slice the clove, and he can’t slice it if it’s crushed. If they were together, Carlos could help. Now, he just groans.
He feels less silly when they’re both lying in their respective beds the next night, the only light coming from each of their bedside lamps. Lando looks swamped in his hoodie, the hood pulled up and pushing some of his hair down onto his forehead.
“I want to kiss you so bad it makes my chest hurt,” Carlos murmurs. It feels like he’s shouting.
Lando gives him a sleepy smile. “I want to kiss you until my lips are so bruised it hurts. And then I want to keep going.”
“I want your name to be the first one I say when I wake up and the last one I say when I go to bed.”
“I want everyone to look at you and know I’m your other half.”
“I think the grid already does if I am being honest.”
“But I mean everyone. I want some random fan to think: Carlos Sainz? Oh yeah, he’s Lando Norris’.”
Just the idea sends a shiver up Carlos’ spine.
They go back and forth for an embarrassingly long time. Carlos doesn’t wish Lando was there any less. He wants to trace the dimples in Lando’s cheeks and on his chin. He wants to kiss each and every freckle and mole and memorize the pattern of color in Lando’s eyes.
Lando falls asleep on the call, his bedside lamp still on. If Carlos was there, he could turn it off for him. Instead, he just watches Lando sleep until his own eyes grow too heavy to keep open.
#carlando#writing tag#the pr fic is 32k so have a snippet#hell chaos summer 2023#in which vibes are getting weird but they're trying really hard not to make them because they're together and they love each other#(even if they haven't said it yet)#they are each other's though and this ends very happily
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chapter 147 review
you all know the superstition of walking under a ladder right? well the other day I walked under a ladder and I think all that bad luck has been relegated to this manga specifically. lets get into it shall we?
anyways to quote samejima abiko: you turned my babies into idiots. how in the name of hoshino ai did ruby not recognise Kamiki Hikaru, known to look a lot like Her Brother of Eighteen Years Hoshino Aqua, to the point he is Literally Cosplaying His Own Father in the movie. YOU ARE TWINS. HOW DID YOU NOT SEE YOUR OWN FEATURES. the only explanation is that they both received face blindness from ai. the reason why aqua couldnt find kamiki for years despite looking a lot like him. he just did not recognise the fucker.
honestly this chapter really just framed exactly how badly ruby has been done as a character by this arc. the movie arc is from chapters 108-147. that spans 39 chapters making it officially the longest arc in oshi no ko. In chapter 108, she is in double black hoshigan mode, angry at everyone, and especially at aqua for revealing their secret and wanting to get revenge on the guy who killed both ai and goro. we progress through till the interpersonal audition mini arc where ruby is confronted with her past life as sarina tendouji, forced to face her issues with abandonment and her previous toxic mother and the story was setting up to give her an understanding with ai and have actually deal with her past life issues…and then aqua had to go and be a good brother. im kidding, but really, the reveal hit a reset button on ruby’s behaviour but in a way that somehow also did a 180 even on her previous arc self.
@all-of-her-light has a really good post on rubys character arc so i won’t go much into detail but, the arc has a lot of contradictions with her; when ruby says she’s been acting all her life, but that recontextualizes her actions in a way that feels utterly wrong to who her character was established as, someone desiring to be an honest idol and going very far to emulate that. every single one of these threads are dropped in favour of ruby emulating a 2010s little sister, leaving very little room for any introspection about ruby with kana, aqua and even ai (despite 134).
like in 134 she sees the suffering ai had to go through and decides she won’t be an idol like her mother and in this chapter she? wants to be an idol just like ai? I thought she already got past this! And since this arc is ending wow has there been no resolution for the aqrb. incredible. this is like the rbkn conflict again, with no proper resolution aside from them being friends again, because none of the actual issues have been addresses, such as ruby intentionally shoving kana and mem out in the cold and bringing herself into focus in public eye (which was handled by management in the same way ai and first gen bkom was and well. we saw how that turned out.).
anyway. in the end ruby apparently has returned back to square one on understanding ai, with no resolution for either of her relationships with aqua and kana and we’re only left with the tiniest glimpse into how she feels about her father but nothing about yknow. ACTING AS HER MOTHER’S CORPSE FUCKING HELL—
despite ruby’s parallels with yura katayose before her untimely death via kamiki (back with the milk) i dont…really think he was going to kill ruby here. His expressions in this chapter are nowhere near murderous, and look rather concerned actually. Even when looking at his hand, it doesn’t look like he was trying to push her down the stairs, but instead reaching out to hold her shoulder or something. also
WHITE HOSHIGAN???????? WHITE HOSHIGAN HIKARU?????????
important lives, lives of value, the weight of life…these things do keep cropping up with kamiki huh?
ALSO NINO IS BACK SHES HERE SHES BACK EVERYONE THIS IS NOT A DRILL
so. i had theorized that the reason akane was so absent was because she was off doing detective stuff on kamiki and the actual reason is infinitely funnier. my darling girl. akane. were you perhaps by any chance stalking him to try and catch him in the act of literally killing someone. did you not fear for your life at all. i'm just imagining she gives the same glare everytime kamiki catches her in the act of stalking, like this is somehow exactly where shes supposed to be. good for her. its even funnier that both nino AND kamiki are aware of this and have just. done nothing. i need a montage of akane stalking kamiki stat.
I DIDNT THINK YOU MEANT LITERALLY AKANE
finally. some kamiki pov. this is enrichment for me. interesting he says "pay my dues" regarding what? ai? the twins? something else? also that kaburagi mention,,,, implying that he was the one to push for kamiki to be anonymous and not kamiki himself. the secret villain kaburagi agenda grows…
side note: it always strikes me how much ruby with double black hoshigan looks like a horror movie porcelain doll.
girl you are terrifying
anyway wow we're really. we're really skipping past the rest huh. so no introspection on how ruby feels playing the corpse of her mama and finally knowing exactly how everything went down that day huh. okay. thats really just par for the course atp.
and now again. the timeline, especially for hkai is…are we even filming in order? i thought we finished filming melt already…
here it looks like the actual breakup and this takes place post concert where hikaru brings the flowers (with kindaichi the tokyo blade director…shrimptresting) in panelling but we're shown theyre still on good terms during murder suicide. so the timeline we have for us in the movie is apparently:
hkai meet and go on a date -> ai confronts airi and hkai actually begin dating -> hkai are still on good terms a year before dome concert when murder suicide occurs -> breakup occurs sometime after that (making it quite recent before ai's death, which would make the conversation they have on phone make sense, with hikaru asking if ai wants to get back together)
the issue with that is how did ai hide this from everyone, incl. her kids? while i do think hikaru wanted it hidden because he goes off the grid from 16-25 im still??? how??? this is so confusing (they might've filmed out of order but then its still ????)
and we didn't get two major things: The I Cant Love You scene and whatever the forgiveness was about despite it being mentioned earlier this chapter. also kamiki has not been shown to be connected in anyway to the murders other than the movie becoming The Kamiki Movie halfway through so…aqua's plans that he came up with as a toddler sure are confusing huh.
and again. we were utterly robbed of any introspection ruby could've gotten on, once again finally knowing what happened that day considering no one told her anything and she only saw the blood on the frosted glass. speaking of people who know what happened, if we're talking about aqua, who has a panic attack every time he remembers this and was not shown to be present, im concluding gotanda kicked him off set for that moment. hes grounded. forceful self care by your mentor making sure you don't make yourself have a horrific panic attack again.
god. ending this review on a good note that i enjoyed hikaru's pov and nino being back but it really served as a highlight to why this arc annoyed me so much and especially rubys character assassination
sigh. break next week on account of golden week in japan and then finale or pre finale arc. lets see what that brings us, shall we?
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Ever Unlocked
Part 5: Broken Mug
Part 4: A Uneventful Shift
pairing: Officer!Leon Kennedy x Coroner’s Assistant!Reader
warnings: Thoughts of sex, creepy actions such as sniffing underwear, violence, breaking and entering (let me know if i missed any!)
It was still fucking raining. Raccoon City was like Seattle. It rained more often than not near the end of the year, half the year they were dry, people taking walks through the beautiful plant nurseries. The wild life here was beautiful once you got out of the major city area. Then, the other half, you'd be lucky if you got any sunshine. Clouds and rain drowning out the sun and hustle and bustle. Leon preferred the sun, he loved the rain too, but feeling those rays of the big flaming ball of gas in the sky made him feel alive, it hit a reset button on his mentality. Without it, sometimes he felt a bit fuzzed. At least today, Leon was one of the officers that was sent home early. It was still so slow, Chief Irons didn't see any reason to have so many officers stay. It was dark out as the persistent droplets beat against his windshield, blurring his vision. They all mixed into a waterfall of obscurity.
He shouldn't be here. He knew that. The two-toned apartment building barely visible through the rain that pelted his Jeep. She had to stay back, since only her and Rebecca worked in the Coroner's Office. She was no doubt still slightly leaning over that desk, typing away with her foot tucked tightly under her. No doubt her eyes blinking back exhaustion as she stared at the bright screen and blinking text bar, as she has been when he finally pushed himself out of that ugly ass red chair. He'd gone back to the large area; he and his fellow officers used as a shared office space, opening up the McGrath file, before a hand broke his consciousness, Chief Irons informing him he was sending a few officers home for the night as it seemed it would be dead all night, but that if anything changed, he'd be the first to know.
A strike of lightening lit up Leon's face, causing him to cover his eyes. As his eyes opened back up slowly, he looked to his dash, 6:45pm. Had he really sat here 15 minutes? He took a deep breath, his nostrils flaring slightly. He rocked his jaw as he contemplated, he could just go up to her door and try the handle. Just to see if she truly did leave it unlocked every day. This girl had to be wanting this, who was she to tell a man, a stranger, something so sensitive? He couldn't wrap his head around the heedless decision. He wanted to just see if she was honest, surely, she was, he just needed a reason that seemed less creepy to him, a worried coworker, and a soon to be friend- then lover. He had to make sure his girl- his naive, stupid little bunny- was safe. He couldn't let any other wolves get to his pretty little bunny.
His thumb wrapped around the top of her doorknob, his other fingers under it as he stood in the 1st floor hallway. "Oh, hello.", he heard a fragile voice call out to him, a woman, clearly in her fifties to sixties stood across from him. "I don't think I've seen you around before.", she squinted up at Leon, the glasses on her nose very thick and even had the chains handing down and around her neck. He realized she was waiting on him to speak, his fingers leaving the cold knob, then disappearing into the hair at the nape of his neck, rubbing anxiously at the short blond locks. "I'm her boyfriend, she told me about her heater not kicking on. I came to take a look at it before she got here.", his anxiety causing a pink flush to cover his cheeks. "Oh, what a sweet thing to do! She hasn't mentioned you before. Did you two recently start dating?", her words were innocent and a bit shocked. Her little dachshund sitting at her feet. His mouth felt dry as he licked at his chapped lips, hand falling limp by his side. "Yeah, actually. Last week I asked her.", he knew his looks gave him an upper hand. "You seem like a very sweet boy. I'm glad she met someone as thoughtful as you. She's a sweet girl.", her lips curling back to smile, showing off crow's feet.
"Well, I'll get out of your hair. It was nice to meet you, Mr.?", she trailed off, looking up at the blonde man. "Leon, Leon Kenndy and likewise Mrs. Jones.", perfect. Show her you are familiar with those in her life, that way there's even less suspicion. Leon felt proud of how he handled that. He had created a good basis that if she saw him around again, he was just her neighbor's boyfriend. He smirked as he reached for the doorknob once more, his wrist turning as the latch retracted. Silly, silly, stupid bunny. His eyes squinted as he smiled, he was going to get a taste of her, an intimately close taste of her haven. He nearly shook from joy, pushing the door open as he stepped in, that smell. Oh, that sickly sweet smell that engulfed his senses as he looked over the dark apartment. It was just as he remembered it. So welcoming, despite his motives. His hands slowly pressed the door closed, making the latch silently and slowly slide back into place, he didn't want it to make a sound. He feared that a small noise would break this air he filled the apartment with.
His feet slowly crept further into the darkness that permeated the rooms. It was so... her. The kitchen was small, even smaller than he remembered. He felt his jacket snag on one of her island chairs. The chair squeaking against the floor. He lifted his pocket from the snagged piece of wood, pushing it back as he looked down at the island. She had a few bills, some with a "LATE" stamp across them. Did she not get paid well at RPD? He almost let himself forget his intrusion as he lifted one up. Checking over her name and address, yep, it was hers. He felt a pain in his chest, was she struggling? A soft breath left his lips as he places the envelope back down. He would do something about that soon. He lifted his phone from his jacket pocket, snapping a photo of the name of her bills, making sure he could read the name of the companies. He didn't like the idea of his bunny struggling to pay for anything. He made decent money, decent enough anyway. He'd call them Friday after he got off work. He placed his phone next to the bills; he'd grab it on his way out. He was too enamored by the feeling that being in her home was giving him.
Before he could think much more that memory of her purple bedspread came to the forefront of his mind. He wanted to see it again, see her room for himself. He turned down the black hallway, the soft rain and thunder serenading him and his eerie actions. The door was shut. It never stopped him before as he prepared himself to invade her privacy even more. Pushing the door with his left hand, breath hitching as the first thing he saw being her underwear on the floor next to a pair of sleep pants. He stared, mesmerized by the cloth as he bent down to pick it up. His fingers tightening around the lace. It felt so delicate in his hands, bringing them up to his nose. Sickly sweet, just like her.
He early dropped them as the lights from a car shone into the room, he quickly peeked from the window, seeing her 2002 Nissan Maxima pull up. "I told her to text me and I'd take her home again.", he growled as he slipped the panties into his pocket. He'd save them for later. He couldn't wait to see that black lace wrapped around his cock, pumping back and forth into them as he imagined her. Her back arched as he rocked his hips into her, breasts bouncing with every thrust. His cock wept at the mental image. He let out a harsh breath as he felt his cock twitch. The sound of steps jolting him from his daydreams as he turned his head to face the hallway. He looked back at the window, reaching into his pocket to grab his phone for a light before his breath hitched, his phone, he snarled. His fucking phone. He pushed into her kitchen as he heard the latch of the door click. He snatched his phone as he rushed to the sink, her refrigerator stuck out just far enough for him to remain hidden in the dark.
Her lips parted into a yawn, her hands stretching over her head. She was so tired, her eyes nearly closing. Exhaustion was clear on her barely lit face as she pulled out her phone. Leon prayed, silently, that she wasn't texting him. Her face, now more visible from the small light from the device's screen. She looked so beautiful. So peaceful. He wanted to share this moment with her, watching her arrive home and because he got off earlier, he'd have dinner ready for her. He would make them a plate while she changed, wait for her on the couch while he picked out a movie, or if she preferred to eat at the table, he'd gladly sit there and listen to her rant about how Rebecca prattled on all day. He'd listen to her talk about anything, including the bodies that came into her morgue. He just wanted her, he thought about her belly large with his child. He thought about how after a long day of work, he'd come home to see her, waddling to him with a baby on her hip. Leon always wanted a family, something he, himself, lacked after his parents' untimely demise.
He hadn't realized in his daydreaming state, he'd taken a step closer to her. His boot stepping onto her grey wooden floors, as his heel met the flooring, a soft squeak sounded out, breaking the near perfect silence. He watched her, his heart rapidly beating against his chest. Her irises moved, her head still as she looked from the corner of her eyes towards the sound, she was frozen, head still tilted towards her phone as she bent her wrist, moving the phone to light up some of her kitchen. She looked like a cartoon, her lips parting as her eyes grew in size. Her brows raising as she looked up at Leon. He could almost predict her next movement as his hand clasped over her lips, pulling her into his chest. "Shh...", he muffled her scream, the sound not nearly as shrill as it could've been. Her phone falling to the floor, lighting up down her hallway. Fingers digging into his arm as she tried to pry him off of her. "I- I'm not trying to hurt you-", he tried to coo her, brushing her hair back with his one hand, his chin near her temple. "It's okay. I was just-", he felt her foot come down on toes. He yelped, his hold on her loosening as her hands forcefully pushed against his ribs. "What-", she turned, swiping her phone from the floor as she ran down her hallway. Leon still could feel the wetness on the palm of his hand from her tears.
He searched the small island, feeling around until he felt a coffee mug she must've left out, probably one from last night, the night they had spent together. She couldn't call 911, he'd lose his job. He would be ruined if they knew he had entered into her home uninvited. He lifted the mug by the handle, taking the lunges across her kitchen to slam the mug down on the back of her head. She let out a whimper of pain as the mug shattered against her skull. Her body dropping as he heard the thud of her body hit the wooden floor, her phone sliding away until it hit the white wall. He almost felt bad, he did, he did feel bad as he heard the soft groan from her lips. She made him do this, if she had just listened to him. He said he didn't want to hurt her and yet, she still tried to hurt him. He felt pained, she'd tried to hurt him.
His eyes softened as he looked down at her crumpled form, her skirt rose slightly as her one knee was lifted. "I didn't want to hurt you, bunny.", he whispered, crouching down to he could lift her into his arms. Her blouse thin against his hand as his other arm wrapped around her bare thighs, carrying her bridal style into her bedroom. He laid her down, pulling the messy blanket and sheet over her. He brushed her hair back from her eyes, her eyelids flickering as she slept. He didn't mean to cause her any harm. He just- he understood his acts could've been taken a wrong way. She wanted this, though, right?
Leon swept up the broken mug, tossing it into her trash can, the cup of Honey Hollow coffee still sitting atop the rest of her garbage. He dumped the dust pan, closing the trash and placed the broom carefully back where he had found it. His breath heavy as he walked back to the hallway, picking up her phone and spinning the metallic and glass device in his hand, no cracks. Nothing for her to notice. He made the short pathway to her bedside table, plugging her phone in. He hoped she'd think it was a nightmare, that she passed out as soon as she got home and dreamed the entire thing.
He sat on the edge of her bed once more, his hand finding hers as he rubbed his thumb over the back of her hand, the thin skin soft under his rough finger pad. "I'm sorry, bunny. You'll understand one day that this is all for you.", he whispered, leaning over her. His lips brushing past the hair on the crown of her head, pressing a lingering kiss into her hair. "My beautiful, naive little bunny. I'll always protect and watch you.", and with a final brush of his finger pad onto her hand. Leon made his way back to his 1997 Jeep. He could still feel the way her hair felt against his lips, his azure eyes going back to her bedroom window, he watched her curtain blow in the breeze, knowing she was unconscious behind it as his hands slid into his pocket. He toyed the lacy fabric between his fingers. "I'll see you tomorrow, bunny.", his words lost in that same breeze.
#leon kennedy x reader#leon scott kennedy x reader#resident evil#resident evil 2#yandere leon#yandere leon kennedy#albert wesker x you#puppy leon#puppy!leon kennedy#resident evil x reader#residential#resident evil x you#resident evil 4#resident evil 6#multi fandoms posts#multifandom rp#rpd leon#leon x reader#re2 leon kennedy#leon kennedy fanfic#resident evil leon#hybrid leon kennedy#yandere re6 leon#vendetta leon x#re2 leon#re4 leon#leon kennedy#leon vendetta#rookie leon kennedy#biohazard
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Shifting
Under the hands of rogue WRU handlers - and her best friend - Angel falls apart.
Written with @wildfaewhump, and part of the very fun (for us) AU where rogue handles Fin and Piers make themselves at home in Angel's house to teach the runaways their place. Lourdes and Fin are their characters. This complements this piece from Lourdes' pov, written by Vic; the AU is kicked of by this and this piece.
Cw BBU, recapture scenario, (re)conditioning, dubcon, referenced past and implied future noncon, past beating, dissociation home invasion, pet whump. Whumper POV in the beginning (whumpee POV later).
"Alright, Piers. I’ll bite." His boss has been rummaging through Freckles' freezer. When he turns around to face Piers, there's a bag of frozen edamame in his hand, pressed firmly to his bloody chin.
Piers smirks. Fin looks like an idiot. Getting himself punched by that pet, as she was almost getting away - there’s not much more humiliating for a seasoned handler like him.
Fin grimaces. "Ten bucks says Freckles is just as much of a bitch when your Doe-eyes is done with her. She almost broke my skull with that fucking bolt cutter. She would've pulled through, if we hadn't fucked that dumb stubborn strength right out of her."
Shrugging, Piers reaches for his beer and takes a swig. "She looked hot doing it though. And you got all your punches in in return. Trust me. Her body is worn down. Some... softer persuasion now, and her mind will follow suit."
"Bitch was about to sacrifice herself for Doe-Eyes."
"And Doe-Eyes is about to sacrifice her to us." Piers grins, remembering the little talk with his own pet before. Oh, they were devoted. They wanted to be a good pet - and they wanted Freckles to be a good pet with an adorable, naive despair. As if it'd do any of them any good. "Who's suited better to wipe out all the idiot beliefs she clings to, than the sweet little pet she claims to love?" He points at the dossiers on the pets' training they've gotten from the WRU servers. "All she needs to be is hardwired in her stupid head already. Let Doe-Eyes push her buttons, and Freckles will be as good as a factory reset."
Fin clicks his tongue. "And just how are they going to do this?"
"Sharing a bath." Piers points upstairs. "Freckles is pretty much out of it, but Doe-Eyes is pulling all the stops. It's fucking hot. You might want to go watch, I'll hold the fort. My gift to you."
Fin scoffs. "It needs to be a lot more than a sexy bath to earn you those ten bucks. I want my pet sweet, stupid and docile; and if she ever gets her hands on a fucking bolt cutter again I want her dumb little brain to know that the only way she's going to use it is to fuck herself with it, while I watch."
"Mhhh." Piers just smiles, as he raises his beer. "Bet."
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"Please," Angel whimpers in the bathtub, as Lourdes’ expert fingers wander between her legs. Her friend’s touch is soft on her torn body. Gentle. Loving.
Relentless.
They don’t hear her. They just go on. Kissing her. Touching her. Soothing, promising, arguing.
She’s loved them, she thinks. They’ve loved her, too, differently.
Do they, still?
Does she, still?
Does it matter?
"It doesn’t matter," Lourdes whispers, as their fingers circle her clit. "You can keep making it hard, and keep hating it, and it's still going to happen. Why not let it be good? You know it could be so good."
Angel lets her head sink back against the side of the bathtub. There’s a bath cushion mounted there, softening the edge. She’s bought it, for them both, after they moved in, when they established their tradition of bath day, entire evenings spend in the warm bathroom and each other’s company, talking, drinking, listening.
Bath days are over.
It was an interlude.
Lourdes’ lips are on hers, tender and unrelenting. Their fingers slip into her, just as their tongue slips into her mouth.
Why not let it be good?
It’s up to her.
She can make it good. She knows. She’s been made to be good. Just as they have.
She just has to let go. Of the past, of the pain, of the lie she’s lived. Let go of Angel Harris. Let go.
Just be good.
Angel lets go.
The pet kisses back.
She still kisses back, when the face in front of her is pulled away, pressed down, replaced by someone else, a man, a handler with a deep gash on his chin and a cruel smile. The pet - 238, Freckles, Angel, it doesn't really matter, as long as she's being good, as long as she's feeling good - doesn’t even flinch.
She's still good.
Good pets don't remember.
They don't, they shouldn't remember being in this very same room, being a person, being assaulted by that same man in their own bathroom. Good pets don’t remember the dread, the struggle, the resistance.
Good pets don't care about anything but their owner's pleasure. Good pets don't care about other pets. Good pets don't have friends, who they need to worry about, drowning or hurting or dying. Friends are for people. Pets only have owners.
Handler Fin is the centre of her world, and he's kissing her, he's making her feel good, and she's kissing him back, with desperate passion.
Her hips shift as she spreads her legs wider for the attention of the other pet, a tool in her owner's hand, she doesn't know how to worry. She knows how to fuck and to kiss and to be good.
The other pet, the one kept under water, the one she doesn't worry about, is keeping their mouth over her clit, gently sucking at it.
"Good girl" he whispers in her ear. "But Freckles may only come if she persuades me that she wants it. Tell me how badly Freckles needs this."
Underwater, the other pet twitches, the handler’s hand pressing keeps them down.
The pet kisses him like she's she one drowning, desperate, needy, letting the warmth in her lower body simmer, wait, hold back for him. "Sir," she whispers, voice husky, just as she's learned. "I... I want this, I need this, but... I need you more. I... My pleasure is yours, Sir, please, allow me be good, let me finish, please."
Let the pet finish, please, let them go, let me stop caring, please, let me be good.
His free hand rests on her throat, squeezes lightly, almost loving. "Freckles has forgotten that I and me are no longer terms for her," he says mildly. "Freckles is not being very good. Why should a bad pet be allowed any pleasure?"
Under the surface, a hand digs into her thigh painfully.
The pet closes her eyes. She doesn't care. Please.
That's what pets are for.
That’s what the one under the water is for. The one whose mouth has lost its former expertise, whose tongue is just twitching desperately. Who still sends ripples of pleasure through her body, because she's made for pleasure, for giving and receiving, always, whenever.
That's what she's for. Her. Freckles.
"Freckles," she breathes. "Freckles is sorry, Freckles' learned other words for herself in training. Freckles mind is slow, because she's so confused, she has to learn so much, but... But she... She'll be better, she... Freckles is yours, Sir."
"Yes, Freckles is slow," he says. He tilts her head back against the tub, pulls her body by the neck until her back arches. "But Freckles will learn eventually. She has the rest of her life to learn."
She feels him shove the other pet’s head firmly against her cunt. "Come, Freckles," he commands.
The sound of his voice almost tips her over the edge almost as much as the pet's mouth, desperately sucking at her clit.
Waves of pleasure wash over her, make her forget the ache lingering deep in her body, as she lets her back arch even further, gives him everything she has to offer.
She's his. She knows. She's always been.
Her owner hauls the other pet out of the water by their hair, choking and fighting for breath, but Freckles has only eyes for him, and the affection she sees in his eyes. She is still trembling in the afterglow of her orgasm, the smile on her face all perfect, natural instinct.
"Good girl, Freckles," he praises. "Freckles is beautiful when she comes for me."
There's blood on her owner's chin, still. He's been hurt, by someone who didn't understand. Her fr-, Lou-, the other pet, they had always known.
It's stupid to fight. Pets are meant to lose. Made to lose. But if they accept that, if they do lose in just the right way, if they do what pets do and they are pretty and desirable and fuckable, they can be rewarded still. And she wants to. She wants to be good and loved, and safe, she wants his hands on her like just now, not like - not like on the previous her. The before. The bad pet.
He reaches into the water, lifting her out with ease. It's a short shock, when he lets go of his hold. She finds footing, but the muscles in her legs aren't prepared, are too weak to hold her upright. Her legs give in, and she yelps, as she collapses on the tiles at his feet, almost forgotten aches flaring up again all over her, echoes of him, her resistance, his anger. "I'm sorry," she whispers, gaze cast down in instant submission, "Sir, Freckles is so sorry, she's... You've had to punish her, and she's still hurting, still learning. It’s her fault."
"It’s alright." He smiles and strokes her head. "Freckles can crawl, if she can't stand." The affection in his touch makes the pet feel warm, in a way she hasn't felt warm for a long time. She nods, grateful for his guidance. Pets should always be grateful.
"Yes, Sir."
She can crawl, she can be on her knees, or on all fours, like a good pet.
"Dry yourself first," he commands, settling himself on the side of the bathtub.
She smiles at him, as she gets on her knees and lifts the towel to dry herself, careful and sensual, making sure the movements of the towel emphasizes every part of her body. She knows he likes her breasts, she's seen him leer at them so often, and thus she starts there, working through the pain when the towel runs over welts and bruises.
She knows he likes her pain, too. She’s known before, she knows now, as he palms himself lazily through his pants, watching her.
By her side, she knows the other pet is drying themself as well. She doesn’t look over. She doesn't care about them, because it would only hurt them. Which doesn't make sense, because not wanting them to get hurt is caring, and she does not care. She bites her lips. It's okay to not understand. Pets are stupid. And she's nothing more than a pet.
"Let's go to your room," her owner orders. "Get you ready."
She tries to push herself up to her feet once again. Her legs still can't make it. And he's leaving, steps out on the corridor expecting her to follow. She lets herself sink down on all fours and crawls after him, fighting through the burning sting of the soft carpet on her chafed knees.
"Gonna find you something cute and fuckable to wear, sweetheart."
Sweetheart. The pet name soothes her pain, and she lets the warmth of her own affection for him wash over the strange feeling of wrongness. This is not his house, but she is his - and so it's natural for him to move around like he's a ruler, and for her to follow.
He stops in front of the bedrooms, as if waiting for her to show him which door to open, and she glances at the one he's looking for, crawls into the room when he opens it.
The bedroom is large, all oriented towards the big windows, decorated with soft colours and light wood. The pet remembers being happy about this room, about it catching the vibes of the sky on a spring day. A bouquet of fresh flowers stands on a desk in the corner, next to a computer and headphones and a half finished glass of water. The bed isn't made, the blue duvet crumpled next to a stripped off set of clothes. The person who lived here has just left to take a shower.
The pet knows she won't come back.
#bbu#pet whump#nsfwhump#lourdes the romantic#angel the romantic#handler piers scott#handler fin somers#noncon cw#dubcon cw#conditioning#bye angel#lourdes did it#shes gone
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obsessed with time travelling Ahsoka, girl is playing with them like dolls 😂 I can imagine her screwing up her courage and deciding she must try and seduce Obi-Wan before Anakin even though its awful
Obi-Wan, gently letting her down: I'm sorry but I could never feel that way about someone so much younger than me/my padawan
Ahsoka: you're a fucking liar
this but in an iteration where anakin is apprenticed to qui-gon and ahsoka becomes obi-wan’s apprentice but she’s idk so good at messing with time she makes herself anakin’s age or something lmao and she is hypersensitive to any sign that anakin is getting weird about obi-wan or vice versa….when anakin says something about how his master’s old padawan is probably the BEST at saber training and also the prettiest maybe in the order, Ahsoka screws up her courage to seduce her master even if it’ll ruin her relationship with both of them….only to be summarily rejected because of the age difference that stupid fucking liar!!!!
salt in the fucking wound when she comes back early from a mission after she’s Knighted to find obi-wan and anakin (still a padawan!!!!) canoodling on obi-wan’s sofa!!!!
obi-wan’s all shame facedly “I’m sorry Ahsoka….anakin is just the exception” (anakin has not stopped preening on the sofa like a very satisfied cat who got the canary)
and Ahsoka’s like fucking get another exception!!! any other exception!!!!
Fucking!!! Reset button!!!!!
#asks#obikin#time traveler ahsoka au#leaning into the idea that for some reason Ahsoka can just play around with them like they’re dolls#or like a complex math problem she can try different solutions for#she’s like well what if I flip their ages would that help if it’s master anakin instead of master obi-wan?#anakin can be a good master I know it first hand !! he could be great for pada-wan and set boundaries and he won’t be weird#he was a normal master for me I think I’ve found the solution#cut scene to Ahsoka showing up again with ash everywhere and montrals blown sideways like in a cartoon where someone’s holding a bomb#when it goes off#big wide traumatized eyes and holding her reset button#(master Skywalker could not be normal abojt padawan obi-wan)
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So y'all know how my laptop constantly disconnects from our wifi and how it's the only device in the house to be doing that?
Well today it completely gave out. That's right, gone.
Now, there's a small tab on the taskbar that lets me connect to wifi. Guess what? THE WIFI TAB IS GONE!!! It's not even there!!!
I panic! Run straight to settings, maybe I can boot it up from there AND IT'S NOT THERE?!
I had to got to computer help system.
I find a way to turn it on, so, I clicked the button. There's a small loading circle. And then. NOTHING!!! LITERALLY NOTHING HAPPENS!!! MY WIFI DOESN'T COME BACK BUT THE BUTTON DOES!!
I go, reset the laptop in hopes that it'll work! 5 minutes later, STILL NOTHING!!!
I go to the advanced settings, pray tell, a network reset. I click it. Dear reader, I'll give you three guesses what happened next.
CORRECT!
NOTHING :D
I swear to christ WHAT THE FUCK
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It occurred to me just yesterday that I still only have a sad ending with Flint & Rinzler & still haven't conceived of how they could have a happily ever after.
A lot of it came from how most people want Rinzler to revert fully back to Tron post-Legacy & like, that's fine and all, but because Rinz has always been my fave guy, I got all sore at it & decided to say FUCK IT, WE ALL HAVE A BAD TIME HERE THEN!!
[long exhausted ramble... otherwise Flint's life sucks, nothing new here lol. feel free to ignore]
Anyways, the not very happy ending I've had in place for ages is that, just like how Tron helped Flint escape the Grid before Clu took over.... in the very last seconds of the human world before rolling over into the new millenia, Rinzler holds up the Grid from caving in as Flint is eked out just before y2k drops & the Grid undergoes a hard reset.
Anyways. When Flint finally leaps back the next day into the digital fantasy world to find even the smallest trace of Rinzler & yo ensure everything is ok & that the Grid survived smashing into the year 2000... Flint quickly runs into Clu & Tron & quite a few other familiar faces who are all in cheery good moods, happy to celebrate the new user year & see Flint too but... no one has any memory whatsoever of anything that took place from far before Clu's regime ever took over, all looking at the user all wild-eyed & in a panic with definite concern.
Considering Flint had started to feel like this world was the closest to home he'd ever known, & now not a single part of the adventure he'd been on, the bonds he'd formed & the times he'd shared were remembered by a single other soul... it's like the rug was completely yanked out from under his feet & Flint finds himself in some unknown Twlight Zone-esque version of the Grid that he had once called home... basically standing around strangers with familiar faces.
So like. Flint tries to spur on some memories with Tron, with no success of recalling anything of his time as Rinzler, & Flint has to come to grips with the fact that YEAH, he really did lose Tron once & now Rinzler too &... it hurts too much to realize that the Tron Flint's left standing in front of is neither parts of the program he'd loved. As is, they're just pals at this point again & Flint feels like he can't run the risk of going through this all once more, just to lose Tron again.
So Flint quickly wraps up everything by wishing his fellow programs a happy new year before dipping out... & a bunch of Flint's digital pals all wondering worriedly if the user is alright, but like that's it.
Flint goes back to the real world & hopes to find some archived Rinzler data hidden elsewhere, but the y2k bs messed everything up & kinda. It's just done. Flint leaves the programming & computer based world behind. He becomes a photographer since he'd always been interested in environmental storytelling & then like. Otherwise he feels the need to make sure he has full proof of what he's seen & done after feeling like years of his life were dumped down the drains in the Grid 😬
Anyways, I feel like it'd be easy enough to have Flint wind up with one of Rinzler's identity discs before he escapes the Grid during it's y2k refresh, but would it even work to restore memories on Tron? Would it even sort of be the same? I feel like that's a jerk move, letting a messed up copy of Rinz parasite onto this poor unsuspecting Tron & it's just. Pretty sucky.
Would Flint just hold onto it as the last memory of the greatest bond he ever had in his life?? Hard to say.
If nothing else, may need to rethink the full ending? Maybe it's possible Rinzler gets dragged out with Flint before the y2k restart? But otherwise, Flint having all the memories & no one to share them with... he could try to rekindle things with Tron from the start button that point, there's no guarantee anything would even happen, I guess. I dunno.
Either way, the only version of Flint & Tron/Rinzler that actually has a happy ending is with evil Flint & Rinz, since they get digitally bonded for life & lock themselves up in the Grid forever & live happily for eternity in their little digital paradise bit otherwise like.
Most every version of Flint & Rinz but one does not end on a happy note... usually with Flint lying face down on his bed, praying to disintegrate & stop existing & all because he gave his whole heart to the same guy TWICE & ruined his life BOTH times & feels like he himself is the one who's ruined Tron/Rinzler's life. It's confusing & awful & dreadful, but. There it is.
Sorry about that, buddy...
[In which Flint ends up sad & alone because he's too tired to give his heart to anyone else after losing his first loves... & at least Flynn gets out of the Grid way earlier than 2010 but still, all sorts of things suck here... I'd like if somehow rinzler could remember but hOWWW]
#twizzler & front♡#so what if i told you#flint's life sucked & hegives a part of his soul to a program who gets deleted before the end of the story#everything just sucks♡
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So... I may have the ability to just turn off the wifi for my entire apartment complex?
My wifi was cutting out last night so I just went to bed and it was fixed when I got up because like it was midnjght. Did it again today and so I went for a walk because it does usually fix itself pretty quickly. But it was still out when i got back and so I decided to try and figure out how to reset the router to see if that would fix things.
It was one where I had to stick an earring inside a little hole. Turned the flashing blue light white. So I go great.
Check my laptop and the wifi is still out, no network to connect to. Then I notice none of the other dozens of networks that are usually visible are on the list either.
Little bit later: the email saying internet is out in the building the company is aware and working on it it should be fixed in a couple hours etc etc.
Ok not just my wifi nothing problem with my router i go to do the dishes and make rice and what not
Get back to my laptop. Find all the other networks are back online... and mine is still not even visible.
So I go ok. Maybe something is funky with my router. Let's press the button and see if it makes things work now that I know the rest of the internet is working too.
All the other networks disappear from the radar.
Like. I'm pretty sure it wasn't a button I was meant to press considering it's on the bottom of the little thing attached to the wall and I had to lay down on the floor to even see it and then use an earring to stick in there to reset it. But like. This seems like a really really bad design if pressing that button for one person fucks up other networks too. And it could just be coincidence since they were having troubles earlier. But like...
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what if
& hear me out
tsp headcannons since i am obsessed
no reader lol just general hcs
(edited because i wanted to add stuff :*3)
Stanley
() pookie fr
() he/him
() tbh i can't decide if he's twink cismale or transmasc, so either.
() pansexual
() has asd & is nonverbal
() but instead of sign, he uses communication cards.
() that's right
() not enough card hcs anywhere, so im making one fuck you >:*)
() he's more sensitive to visual sensory than others, but still hates loudness.
() he uses sign only when he has no cards or when he's with narrator because he's the only one that understands
() mainly uses bsl, but knows basic asl (brit*sh /hj)
() spare headphones, ofc
Norman
aka the narrator
(please note that i'm just gonna call him Narrator/Narry, Norman is for Post!ParableAU, Human!AU or just outside of the Parable :*) )
() norman is his human name.
() uses any pronouns, but refers to himself as he/him, they/them, it/its.
() GAYYYYYYYYY
() his real name is a language too complex for the feeble human mind to understand,
() he's god basically.
() but in post!parable or in a human!au, he's a human.
() a lil chubby & silly :*3
() the adventure line has been reduced to narrys tie :*C it's still pretty much sentient though.
() will make stanley go through things, but also will not try & overstimulate him.
() "stanley you gotta remember: i'm a VILLAIN, not a MONSTER."
() sometimes he'll even spawn in a bowl of ice cream for him as a symbol of love!! <333
() as a god, he doesn't really need to eat or sleep or do really any mortal necessities, though he enjoys it.
() also yeah, he can spawn in stuff.
() Narry did the writing, Narrating,(no shit sherlock)& he did the choices & coding for the parable.
() he scripted his lines for most of the endings.
() keyword: most.
() the ones he didn't script are: real person/not stanley ending(w/o bucket), zending(w/o bucket), escape pod ending(w/ & w/o bucket), confusion ending(w/ & w/o bucket), & skip button ending.
() him & the curator haven't interacted in over five years.
() not a word was uttered.
() (they got into a bad arguement)
() Narrator created Stanley, but he forgot he ever did
() he genuinely thinks Stanley is his own person.
() finds out he isn't in the Not Stanley/Real Person ending.
() Curator felt bad so she took the player away from stanley & reset the parable so he'd forget.
The Curator
() I haven't really decided on her human name...
() she/her
() bipoc. i like to think that at least... :'*)
() AroAce. Bitchless & proud.
() The Narrators older stepsister.
() Curator skimmed over the code & script for the Parable
() she wears glasses but she doesn't actually need them.
() in fact,
() they're just "es" because there's no glass.
() Narrator has a Love-Hate with Stanley; Whereas Curator is a teeny obsessive.
() as seen in the museum ending.
() Curator & Narrator used to be normal
() they used to be human, but they died & (somehow) reincarnated.
() their forms were kind of the same as their human ones, but things change.
() oh & their dad died.
if you want my designs for the goobers lmk <3
#tsp#the stanley parable#tsp narrator#tsp stanley#stannarrator#tsp stanarrator#tsp adventure line#adventure line#hey look the shithead got motivation to do something (art/writing tag)#tsp the curator#tsp curator
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TW: Mentioned past torture. Mentioned past self harm. Mentioned death. Just Killer really not being in a good headspace.
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This is just me exploring that need for something new.
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It’s easy for Killer, while in Stage 2, to get very, very, bored. The type of boredom that’s dangerous for himself and others.
Killer does purposefully cause conflict and chaos for Nightmare, even outside the battlefield or missions. Often heckling or saying/doing some pretty fucked up shit to his ‘coworkers,’ sometimes he literally can’t resist doing it.
Because he wants to see how people will react. Sometimes he just does or says these things without even thinking about it, it’s instinct for him. He has to do it. He can’t explain why, he just knows he does.
Because whenever he doesn’t, the world gets darker and colder and blurry. He gets weird, cold and unresponsive and unmoving. He wouldn’t move or eat or sleep or drink or do anything if he doesn’t follow his..instincts.
All that comes after the reckless, self destructive, almost manic behavior. He gets twitchy and itchy and he just..needs something new.
He could never say where his mind went during those times. It reminds him of how he was during a period of time with Chara, before he killed them. In his mind, he’s dubbed them “the Dark Days.”
Cliche. But that’s how it was for him. “The Dark Days” lasted for about…200, maybe 400, Resets. He couldn’t measure it in time, days or weeks or years didn’t exist to him unless Chara decided they did. Time was a luxury the human gifted him. Resets were all he was allowed.
His world was always an empty and uninteresting place, but it got worse when he was like that. Things became predictable, routine, he could recite everything by memory. He knew what Grillby was going to say if Killer did this, he knew how loud Monster Kid would scream and cry if Killer did that.
Nothing felt real. Just a video game running its script, NPCs following their programming.
And his partner wouldn’t allow him to do anything else. The world bent to Chara’s will with a simple click of a button and yet they decided to see how long he would fare without a Reset. Disappeared because they got bored of him.
He didn’t know long it was like that. Just him, the Stages, dust and voices in his head. There wasn’t even anything or anyone to kill. Food and magic hit an all time low, and that was the only time he was certain that he would die and stay dead.
He would’ve accepted that. Parts of him wanted to die, parts of him thought at least it’d be something different, parts of him accepted Chara’s design of his fate.
A part of him was too scared to die. The animal didn’t want to roll over and submit.
He didn’t understand why, he didn’t think he would ever understand that part of himself. Especially not then. There was nothing left to do, nothing left to see, nothing left to experience or feel. Nothing left to live for.
Death would be kinder to them than any living being ever could. And that was one thing he hadn’t experienced. Kindness. It’d be.. something new.
Regardless, that part did what it always did best. Survive.
Somehow, someway, that part redeemed them — redeemed him — in Chara’s eyes. Enough to come back to retrieve him, release him from his Hell. Heal all his self inflicted injuries with a simple, glorious push of that beautiful button.
But he didn’t forget that. Didn’t forgive that. He let a lot of things slide, but for some reason, that was what he couldn’t let go.
He never wanted to experience that again.
He needed control, he needed freedom. He couldn’t allow anyone to ever reduce him to that state again.
He needed Chara gone. Or at least weakened.
He needed power.
He needed strength.
He needed the ability to Reset.
He needed..
…DETERMINATION.
#undertale#sans au#sans aus#bad sans gang#killertale#bad sanses#killer sans#nightmares gang#underverse#killer!sans#chara dreemurr#nightmare sans#horror sans#cross sans#xchara#murder sans#dust sans#monster kid#grillby#something new sans#undertale something new#killertale sans#utmv headcanons#utmv sans#utmv fanfic#one shot#tw: death#tw: abuse#tw: torture#tw: mental health
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