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carnivorousyandeere · 4 months

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Group of 12 Zodiac being placed in a chastity cage or as a cock ring and being constantly teased by their darling. Who would last longer?

Zodiac Yans and Chastity

( MDNI, No Age in Bio DNI )

CW: chastity kink, bondage gear, orgasm denial, mentions of overstimulation, anal, teasing, crying, dehumanization, sadomasochism, bratting, fighting/combat kink, exhibitionism

Pffft sorry for taking so long to answer this, went a little more in depth than was… probably necessary... Anyway, thank you for the delightful question, and TL:DR; the one who would last the longest is, surprisingly, Chandler the Libra 🤭

Kosuke (Aries): “You’re out of your fuckin’ mind if you think I’m gonna wear that.” You’d literally have to beat them in a fight to put a chastity cage/belt on them, and even then they’d be so testy about it… you might as well add a muzzle and a shock collar if you want them to be anywhere near obedient. I suppose they’d last at least a few weeks in the cage, though, if only because their pride prevents them from begging to be released. A simple removable cock ring would be fun, though. They’d probably see that as a challenge for their endurance, seeing how many times they can make you cum on their cock before needing to take the ring off…

Olive (Taurus): Olive is honestly a little offended by the idea. They’re a hedonist, convinced that quality and quantity can and must coexist— and plentiful soothing orgasms are no exception. How could you ask them to forsake their lazy afternoon masturbation sessions on their days off? “Although…” their eyes twinkle with mischief where they peek up at you through their lashes, “maybe it would be rather cute to see you in one…” The use of the word “chastity” in reference to themself also offends and amuses them— are you implying you think they’d ever be unfaithful to you? Who do you think they are? Might try it just the once for your sake, but doesn’t enjoy it.

Tomi (Gemini): the first out of the bunch to truly enjoy being locked up… Tomi loves being unable to touch themself or get off while pleasuring you with that annoyingly clever tongue of theirs. Loves your teasing and dirty talk, your sly touches. Their pride actually ‘breaks’ pretty fast and they’ll beg you to unlock them— but the truth is they want you to tell them “no.” Tomi could last for at least a month, enjoying every bittersweet moment of blissful torture. They love being rewarded with a chance to pleasure you, even at their own expense. They love the discomfort they get from being turned on and unable to do anything about it.

Jules (Cancer): Jules shivers at the thought, pleasant tingles racing up and down their spine. Maybe for you, it’s purely kink— maybe it’s not. But to them, it’s a clear declaration of love, devotion, care, possession. You want them to be yours and only yours, unable to share their body with anyone else… not that they’d want to, but still. They have this idea that you’re going to be so kind and gentle with them, that you’ll care for them when they can’t take care of themself. They imagine a romantic scenario with candles and rose petals as you click the lock shut… and so they’re wholly unprepared if you’re unceremonious about it. If you tease them so cruelly and deny them for long periods of time. They look so pretty when they cry, it’s difficult not to tease them… but ultimately, they’d hit their limit at about two weeks.

Jett (Leo): “Huh?!” Jett flushes a deep red underneath their winter spray tan. Just ‘cause they like to make you jealous by dancing with other people at the club doesn’t mean they’d actually sleep with anyone else! Surely you’re not serious? The idea sounds kinda hot, but only for a day or two— it’s not so much a physical limit as a mental one. They could go for longer without getting off in normal circumstances, but knowing they don’t have the freedom to choose when they get off would really get under their skin. Most likely to use an emergency key for non-emergencies or steal your key to unlock themself.

Zuri (Virgo): they’re really more interested in you wearing one… the spells they’ve set up should alert them if you so much as think of cheating, but a physical barrier certainly wouldn’t hurt… Ironically, it would take a lot of begging and pleading on your end to convince Zuri to allow you to put them in a chastity cage/belt. You’d have to build up an immense amount of trust with them beforehand, too… difficult, but worth it. I think they’d find unexpected enjoyment in longer-term denial on one or both sides, even for months, but teasing them too much in that time is rather risky~! They’ll turn the tables back on you in a heartbeat.

Chandler (Libra): Chandler agrees breathlessly without a moment’s hesitation, cheeks dusted as pink as their hair. They’d do anything for you. And they’d be lying if they said the thought of having to wear a chastity belt/cage, and even a vaginal or butt plug during a photoshoot wasn’t incredibly exciting. Especially if it was really obvious, like a near-naked photo shoot… their fellow models, their clothing director, MUA, and manager, all biting their tongues out of fear of upsetting Chandler by pointing it out makes them squirm with mischievous glee. They’re yours, they’re yours, and they’re so proud of it. “Do you want me to wear a matching collar? Matching lingerie?” Chandler grabs your hand and rubs it against their cheek, looking up at you from their place on their knees reverently. It might be strange to say for an air sign, but Chandler could probably go for years… they’re the most likely to throw away their emergency key… 😬

Tasi (Scorpio): Tasi crosses their arms and raises an eyebrow. “No.” They aren’t gonna wear a chastity belt/cage no matter what you say or do. They might make you wear one, although they’re somewhat less interested in orgasm denial than they are forced/painful orgasms and overstimulation…

Blake (Sagittarius): they’re caught off guard by the idea, but intrigued. Blake usually takes the lead in their trysts, so letting you take control is an especially vulnerable venture for them. Poor Blake lives in discomfort from that moment on between their high libido and the rush of adrenaline and serotonin that renders them lightheaded every time they remember just what they’ve got on underneath their clothes. Blake gets a little shyer and more prone to blushing as they ease in to their submissive side more for you. It’s very cute to see their embarrassed expressions across their instagram when you take pictures of them after teasing them— not that their audience knows anything about the context~! Blake could honestly go for two months, maybe, but the whole time they’d be utterly insatiable when it comes to tasting and pleasuring you… but that’s what you wanted, wasn’t it?

Cypress (Capricorn): Cypress frowns, tapping their meticulously neat nails against the marble countertop between you and them. Their mind trails off to the vagaries of work. Biting their tongue when dealing with sensitive subordinates, placating investors, dealing with unexpected crises every other month… just as much lies outside their control as lies within it. They’re not willing to give up any of the control they have with you in the bedroom. Much less their access to their own body. But maybe they can negotiate with you a little, so you don’t feel rejected. “Is there anything else you would like to try?” They’d probably consent to trying out a cock ring, but they’d still be in control of when it comes off— not you.

Indigo (Aquarius): Indigo pops the gum bubble they’d been blowing. “Sure, why not?” They think it over some more, grin spreading across their face. “Can I get a glittery one? Or maybe one that glows in the dark?!” They get bored and tired of wearing it extremely quickly, and can really only handle a day or so in it, but they love having you lock them up before the two of you go out and about— especially to parties. And whatever color and style you pick, they love picking out other accessories that match it, like their underwear and jewelry. Another yan who’d enjoy mutual locking… although they still wouldn’t last long.

Minnow (Pisces): Minnow is practically drooling at the idea, especially if you emphasize the “chastity” aspect… sprinkle in some of their virginity kink, corruption kink, and blasphemy/religious imagery kink. Minnow wishes they could be your good little angel and wear the chastity belt/cage forever, but their tolerance is actually pretty low… they’ll be genuinely begging you for relief after only a few days, a week tops. They like it when you’re a little mean about it, too… teasing them, seducing them, making them beg for forgiveness when they cum after you unlock them. They’d cry so prettily if you teased them for days, weeks, as they wear the chastity device, only for you to tell them they’re still not allowed to touch themselves when you take it off again. Watch them struggle so hard to be good for you… and fail.

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sushisartblog · 2 years

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SQUIDKIDS

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iron-actualwarlock · 1 year

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My last sim created in CAS ❤ Olive ❤

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nikkywrites · 1 year

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Haunting Instinct

Summary: Olive ran from her past, years ago. Spent every minute trying to forget it. But it threatens her when a friend admits to giving an old enemy her name, warning that they’re still looking for her.

Warnings: childhood abuse if you squint hard enough, a bit of a mental breakdown/panic attack.

*****

Braden is complimenting her hair, calling her pretty like that undoes the last minute of her life, like that will earn him back the trust he's just crushed in his hands.

He just—

Her ears are roaring with the racing pound of her heart, drowning out his empty, pointless rambling compliments — a nervous habit, like the tick he does with his left hand. He's doing it now, she notes, as she struggles to breathe past the heated clench and frozen tremble of her throat. Her mind buzzes with his earlier words, echoing without diminishing. And beyond the nervousness sitting plain on his face, there's a flickering hope in his eyes. That the paper mache compliments will mend the chasm he's just dug between them.

Olive is harder to impress than that, harder to distract.

Though it doesn't stop her from noting it, from noticing. Trained instinct has her taking in everything and filing it away. She tastes old copper in the back of her mouth. She doesn't want that instinct anymore. Doesn't want to be her mother's daughter. Doesn't want to accept that Braden's given her up.

And the audacity of him to try to sweet talk his way out of this. How dare — sure he doesn't understand the full gravity of this, but — how dare he? This isn't a simple mistake. This isn't something he can talk his way out of.

He could say anything. Call the shit in the sewers beautiful. It would be as relevant, as important, as true as what he’s saying now — something about her coat. It was pointless. His opinion, subjective and changeable and voiced in the worst wrong moment.

That’s not where her focus really is though. All of her that isn’t half-stuck in a memory (sixteen and cold and guilty) is honed on him. What he said. What he did.

To think she thought him a friend — a brother.

She’s hyper vigilant. Noting the tiny details of his mannerisms in case there’s something important hidden there. A deeper, larger betrayal. A trap.

She cocks her hip out, hand gravitating to rest there, knuckles tight against the flight instinct she’s holding back. She swallows around the fear coated in her mouth. And, drawing on years of repression and pretending, composes her vocal cords enough that she can speak without her voice shaking. Confrontations, after all, are pitiful if one (she) breaks down during.

“What?”

She doesn’t have the time anyways. The clock is ticking, whatever answer he holds. She’s been found.

He chokes, mouth stumbling over what sounds like three different sentences as he processes her question. A flash of fear, briefly overtaking the nervousness. "You are!" he insists, not noticing the panic flared in her eyes, pressing on his stupid disjointed point like she was doubting his admiration. Like she has an insecurity issue, like she doesn't believe him. Like calling her pretty is the only thing he's said.

Like that's the only thing she could possibly be questioning.

He's ignoring the truth, she knows. Avoiding the worst, trying to see the mundane in this. Yet not seeing her mindless cast off to his words that she's projecting to cower behind. He should know better, on many counts. To ignore what he admitted, not seeing the truth of her posture, be it in the projected or the real. (Because how can he not see the panic? Her heart is beating in the base of her throat, pounding through her skin, beating at her collarbones, how the fuck can't he see that?). She doesn't care what he thinks. Especially now.

When he's daring to ignore it. What he's done -- given her name to those guard dogs. Fucking ignoring it. Does he think it doesn't matter?

His body language is screaming fear, too, his brown eyes focusing on hers and flying around like the man he spoke of will come back and clobber him. His fear is reassuring.

They're not coming. For the moment, she is safe. Safe to confront him. Safe to efficiently burn the bridge he's trying to rebuild between them.

She falls back into her head, into control. (It's dangerous to get distracted when you're scared, a voice hisses, familiar in ways she's tried to forget).

"What" —she clears her throat, staggering a step forwards to enter his personal space. "Repeat what you said," she strains, voice low, so wary of prying ears.

She needs to hear him say it again.

Ensure that her mind is not playing tricks, hearing betrayal where there was just an innocent compliment (not that she needs it. She doesn’t care what anyone thinks about her appearance. It held no value). She needs to hear that confession clearly, when the drumbeat of her heart doesn’t fuzz out the end of it.

Maybe she’s losing her mind. Let that be the case. Let her be overreacting to a compliment.

She needs to know if he’s really turned her in. If their friendship is truly lost.

If she really has to leave.

Braden sputters.

Olive would laugh if she wasn’t so fucking scared. This was absurd. This was important, how can he just — talk around it like it’s not there? Be able to even pretend to think that complimenting her makes up for shoving a knife in her back? Betraying her. Ruining the life she’s finally settled into.

She stifles it easily, thanks to the crawling feeling trailing up and down her spine.

His shoulders hunch in and forwards. “Olive, I— I didn’t mean to,” he chokes out, almost too breathy for her to decipher but relieving in that he’s finally acknowledging it.

A snort threatens to bubble up her throat at that, harder to bite back than the laugh. Does he really think that’s enough for her to forgive and forget? A wordier oopsie? This is her livelihood on the line. Her life. Her voice strains with the effort of holding in the mistimed amusement.

As if she could forgive or forget this.

(It’s what she gets for making a real friend).

"No," she spits out, low and stony in hopes that the message will beat itself into his skull so he’ll give her a moment to think without the backdrop of his fearful rambling. She just needs a moment. God, what was she going to do? Was he even after forgiveness? He has not asked for it or apologized properly. Is he not sorry? He’d hardly been able to admit his fault in the first place.

Was it no accident? Was he willing?

“How is that a fucking mistake?”

Her tone makes him flinch. It hurts and gives her some sick pleasure. A sinking guilt. She doesn't want to enjoy his fear, even if he should be feeling it.

There's a part of her, though, a part that has always longed to be comfortable that wishes he said nothing. It would damn her, but. She wouldn’t have to deal with this, if he hadn’t. She’d be stuck with demons she’s far more familiar with than him, in this context.

His throat bobs. There’s a bruise, green-blue, poking up out of his collar. Olive had noticed it when he walked up, of course, had been on the cusp of asking about it when– when he admitted what he did.

Then she knew.

He got it from whatever Hero captured and interrogated him. And he just — told him everything about her.

And, well, the part of her brain that’s scrambling to exonerate him thought that he was reluctant, that he had no choice. That it hadn’t been something he chose and there was still something to salvage. Except he hasn’t apologized and she doesn’t see any signs of guilt crushing him to the floor. He looks spooked and beaten but otherwise fine. He’s shaking in his fear but he’s able to look at her. If he felt anything about what he did-- he wouldn’t be able to look at her so easily. The guilt would be too much.

He’s not guilty and her pursuers know more about her than they did before they found him.

Braden made his choice.

“How could you?” she breathes, hurt lingering in the lightness of the question.

Olive backs up, retreating from the shuddering feeling of realization that’s beginning to flutter down around her. She calls it disgust, trying to be rational. To think she’d thought him a friend. Family, even. A tremor slams against her shoulders. She starts to turn, spin a 180 on her toe and get the hell out before her past catches her, but she stops midway, clicking her heel down.

“I can’t forgive that,” she says, unsure if she’s saying it to him or herself. This is no time to be forgiving, she tells herself, the words echoed in her voice and a much harsher one. Forgiveness is weakness. Weakness is getting yourself killed or worse.

She peers at him through narrow-lidded eyes, jaw tight against the hope plummeting down her throat. He does not look guilty, or sorry. Just afraid. Afraid of her and… not of her. If he was that scared to face her, a text would have delivered the message the same. Yet he insisted on doing it personally.

Why is she staying? She should be gone. Not hesitating. Hesitation was a fool’s game.

“Olive…” he stares at her with big, wet eyes.

He came seeking comfort, she realizes, for his fear of her to be unfounded. But he blocked out that chance by saying the one thing that would make her run. Her self-preservation was too strong to risk everything by staying so she could keep him from breaking. He wounded her freedom and came to her to— what? Make amends and pretend he did nothing at all?

“You should,” she says, “never speak of me again. Forget we were ever friends.” She has to look after herself — the first rule. The most important. If he’s a traitor, he’s a traitor.

Nothing to salvage from that.

(Everything to salvage, if she just learns the details. She should. Was it just her name, innocent enough or does he know, somehow? Know everything she’s been running from?)

She’s not one to hold a grudge (liar), but she’s not one to sweep away the past without proper rectification either. If he doesn’t fix the bridge he’s started burning, if he doesn’t convince her that he wasn’t eager to throw down the match, she’ll watch it crumble into the river.

This can become water under the bridge or there can be no bridge for the water to race beneath.

It’s his choice.

It shouldn’t be. He shouldn’t get any more chances. She should leave, but. Aren’t the details important?

“Twenty minutes,” she sighs, with a grumble. She’s gotten too soft. “Come on.”

She completes her turn and lifts her foot to take her first step towards a nearby bench. This is necessary. She needs the details, the who and the why and the what. And if he happens to explain himself, fix things. Well. That’s his matter. It’ll be hopeless if he tries but it’ll speak volumes to his motive whether he does or not.

It’s not a surprise, though, really, that he hasn’t tried yet. She knows him (that’s why this is stinging so much) but it still hurts that he’s not trying to smooth it all over immediately like she might have hoped. They’ve argued before but only over petty matters and misunderstandings they were able to talk out. There are no words, she reminds herself sternly, to make what he did right.

He sold her out.

He didn’t assist in a ploy to capture her (thank god. If he was in on it and smooth enough, she might have fallen for it), but he gave them her name which is a secret she’s kept for years. It was a starting point, them gaining headway on their fucking investigation that had nothing to do with her.

Or, well, it did. Had everything to do with her, in a sense. Not in how they think, though, potentially. Are they looking because of Wisconsin or because of that last job? She has skeletons to hide and some do lie where they are looking but she refuses to be buried for her family. The skeletons buried back then weren’t buried alone and she won’t suffocate for things her family forced her to do, the only thing she knew how to, won’t fall alone to mask their sins. She’s shrugged off everything she can from them, skeletons and memories and a name she does not respond to (but not, her brain snarls, the instincts. She knows better. She’s failing. It’s a miracle she isn’t caged or dead).

She hasn’t associated with them for years (since she was able to escape), longer than she’s been keeping her name private from the people who are desperately searching for a weak link in her family’s bloodline, for a chance to tear them all down. She has what they want. Names and addresses and aliases. But turning them in means doing the same for herself. Meant facing her demons. She won’t go down for her family and she’ll drag Braden down if he tries. She’ll ruin him if he even attempts to ruin her.

She won’t enjoy it. She never has. But she is capable of it, even without the shadow of her family as a threat lurking at her back. She learned from the best and those lessons linger.

“What?” he calls, too loud on the sidewalk.

She can feel his presence behind her, hear him scrambling to chase her. Her nails dig into her palm. She stops to glare at him over her shoulder. Was it not obvious? “You have twenty minutes,” she repeats. “I want everything you’ve said. Cooperate and I’ll call us even. I’ll let you go, just this once.”

She’s gone soft.

Why is she giving him the chance? He betrayed her, gave her name. Names can be traced to places traced to her. Does he not understand that? Does he not understand why she’s doing this? Why she’s threatening him with things she’s not sure she can carry out? Why she’s pulling back from their friendship?

She settles on the bench, the cold biting through her jeans.

His loyalty has a price.

A scuffle and some questions and he spit up everything they wanted to know. Someone like her can’t be close to people whose loyalty can be tarnished. Whose loyalty can be bought. She has secrets and a life she has to struggle to keep. Civilian life was hard. He was a threat to that.

Maybe she’s being a little irrational. Overreacting like her family is known to do because he didn’t tell them anything important, just an alias she can throw out and use to guide them on a wild goose chase, but he was put under pressure and he caved.

If he was willing to give her name over a little scuffle, a few bruises, what would he give over a broken bone? His life?

So no. She wasn’t overreacting. He settles beside her, clumsy and hesitant. He was a threat to her. She was going to leave, for good. Had no choice. It was run or be caught.

Too soft, she mourns. Civilian life is getting you killed. She can’t have friends that know who cave. He can’t– betray her, even if it was minimal, and expect her to welcome him back. She’s forgiving, she knows, with his mistakes but he’s never messed up like this before, putting her in danger.

He’s had the chance (a simple phone call to a hotline available at all times). This is the first time he’s taken it.

“Olive, please,” he begs, fingers twitching to grab at hers. She keeps her face smooth and thanks herself for telling him another alias as her real name even if that is the name she likes best for herself, one she’s particularly fond of. If she’s being honest… she doesn’t have a ‘real name’. But the one her family gave her isn’t the one he knows. If it was, she’d already be behind bars. “They had a gun on me, I didn’t know what else to do!”

Olive’s blood runs cold.

A gun? That– no. That was wrong. Extreme, out of place. There shouldn’t have been a gun, not if…

Heroes don’t threaten lives like that. Not directly, at least. Lord knows they were responsible for their share of injuries and worse but those were always a byproduct of Super Battles, of subduing Villains — easily explained and pardoned. She could see them scuffing Braden up a bit and threatening him, but a gun? That was horribly out of character.

That means—

“Did you see them? Notice anything that stood out?”

She has a sinking feeling.

She knows the culprit behind this, now, and it’s not the one she originally assumed. But it can’t be. But it could and if she’s right, she can’t blame him. She can’t say he’s a liability or a threat if she’s right.

It would change everything. But she prays it isn’t. Let it be that the Heroes or agents are too eager, that someone stepped out of line and Braden betrayed her. That’s easy. She can cope with that. It hurts but the alternative is so much worse.

Please let her not be right.

“I… it’s fuzzy,” he says, frowning at his knees. “My head felt weird. I didn’t… their voice was odd, too.” His brows pinch together. “Echo-y. I don’t know, it was… weird.”

Oh.

Oh, no.

“Were you told to lead me somewhere?” she asks.

He looks at her, eyes damp. “No.” He shakes his head.

Olive pulls the corner of her lip in her teeth. “Did… did he tell you to tell someone something?” She’d say that name, the one he would have said, but. She doesn’t want to out herself unnecessarily. She doesn’t want to wrap her tongue around the acid in those syllables.

She’d die before someone calls her that again.

“Yes.” He hesitates, eyeing her in a new way, pupils blown wide and whites stark. “...how did you know that?”

“Because.” It’s her turn to hesitate now. She glances subtly at her surroundings, at anyone who may be listening, pairing memory and guesswork against the people milling about. What if he’s here? “That was… I know who that was,” she explains, in the vaguest way she can. Then, because the truth is already confirmed and she owes Braden for doubting him. “That was my uncle,” she whispers, like the dark secret it is. It only makes sense.

The fogginess, the voice… She always hated Uncle Felix’s power.

But how did he find her? How did he find him? She ran alone, no one to pull her plans from. She was careful to keep her current self from her past, from the people she shares blood with. Paper trails were easy to follow and hers leads to the east coast, to Florida.

She’s not on the east coast. Not in Florida.

“What?” His eyes, comically, widen further. “Your Uncle?”

She nods. “Probably.” There’s a chance it was his son – they were still waiting to see if he picked up powers and there was a chance he inherited them from his father. She swallows, breath catching. “What were you told to say?”

Braden dips his chin. “I, uh, was told to tell– um.”

Olive’s hands shake. Don’t say it, she pleads. Aloud, she fills in his hesitation. “A Villain?”

“...yes.” He nods.

“And you were told…” she trails off, for him to complete her sentence.

He tugs at his left thumb, his nervous tick popping up again. “To tell… them,” his eyes lower to the concrete, “that they will not be able to stay hidden.”

Olive’s breath shudders out.

She thought they wrote her off. A lost cause.

“And,” he continues, “that they will not stop looking.”

“Oh,” she practically mouths, the word dissolving like medicine tablets in water around her. Her family was still looking. Time has not freed her as much as she hoped it would, has not watered her from their memory or lagged their search. “Oh.”

“That’s not” —Braden clears his throat. “What does it matter?”

She shifts her feet under her, pressing the balls of her feet against the floor. Adjusting her weight as assurance that despite how it feels, the world has not fallen out from under her. “That’s a long story,” she says. Pulls air into her lungs and pushes it out. As long as she is still drawing breath, she can salvage things. Herself. “You should go. It’s…” she stands, shoving her hands into her coat pockets. “I have to leave and… it’s dangerous for you.”

“I–” his hand brushes near her elbow. Ghostly. She is unsure if the touch is meant to be soothing for him or her. “I already know,” he says, an odd sadness to his tone. “Let me help you.”

“We’d have to leave for good,” she tells him. “It wouldn’t be… entirely legal. I don’t know that we’d ever stop.”

He shifts to the edge of the bench, clasping her arm tighter. “But I won’t be left alone,” he says slowly, like a realization, “will I?”

“I’m sorry.”

He shakes his head, stares up at her. “We’re friends, right?” he asks, and she knows that her answer is important. He’s pieced it together. He’s not tossing her aside. She still has a reputation and he can’t ignore it. But he’s not running.

She nods, after a heavy moment. “Yeah. We are.”

“Then let me come with you.”

“You won’t be able to take that back,” she warns.

“I know. You’re family.”

Her breath catches. She holds his gaze. She should leave him behind. It was easier to find a pair than a lone person. But he knows too much. Fragments of the bigger picture, a past she swore when leaving that she’d never share. He was a friend and she trusted him, despite all the reasons she shouldn’t. “Okay,” she whispers. “If you’re sure.”

He grins. It’s lopsided, imperfect, but genuine. “I said I’d follow you anywhere, didn’t I?” He stands. “Us against the world, remember?”

She huffs, half poking-punching him in the side. “I was giving you an out, asshole. This isn’t a joke.”

“On brand, though.” He tips his head back. “Always knew you had a shady past.”

“Too soon,” she says. It was more than shady. Was awful. And they were on a time crunch. She was prepared to disappear, but she wasn’t prepared for him. She had to adapt. “I have a safe space,” she tells him. “It should be okay while I get you figured out.”

“Okay,” he agrees.

She sees how this overwhelms him, how out of his depth he is. It’s to be expected. He’s normal, from a normal family, he grew up living a normal life. He didn’t grow up in a family of Super Villains.

“I’ll keep you safe,” she promises, the words slipping out without her agreement.

It’s something she wants to promise. That means it will be hard for her to have. She’ll have to fight for it to be true. That’s fine. She’s fought before. She can hold her own. She can keep him safe, too, since that’s what he wants and she’s weak not to do what’s best for him. She’s been hungry for a friend like him since she was a little girl, shaking from her mother’s harsh tone.

“Don’t worry,” she tells him.

He clings to her arm, probably bruising her, but she doesn’t care. She’s had far worse. “Okay,” he says. “I trust you.”

Her chest constricts. What did she do to earn him? This fathomless trust?

She’s a criminal. And yes, she’s seen him like a brother, but. Family-like ties have never been sturdier than any other. But Braden… she bonded to him so deeply. Cared so damn much. Her mother would have opinions on that. Bonds are means of destruction, dearest. You must not have any. They’ll ruin you.

Looking at Braden, the person who’s never questioned her, who has become her piece of normal, who has always welcomed her, she amends her mother’s warning into a hope. They can save you, too.

And if she has to run forever to keep that, the normalcy he brings her, so be it.

She’ll do what she has to.

*****

Olive and Braden will be coming back, eventually. How do you like them?

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Olive? 🐭💦

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Some Valentines wishes with my OCs

Darla, Phoenix, Olive and Tony are ready for the day of love. Are you?

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Do I dare ask for possessive headcanons for the zodiacs, need to keep my brand but also... 12 different yans... maybe each element group a zodiac is at ince? Idk

NEVER BACK DOWN NEVER WHAT?? 🗣️

Made a group of 12 and I’ll write that group 😤

I appreciate your consideration though, it’s sweet of you to be like “maybe that’s too much” 🫶

Did notice some themes with the element groups:

The water signs are the most likely to blame their Darling/manipulate them over feeling jealous

The earth signs are the most likely to kidnap their Darling

The fire signs have a hard time balancing showing their Darling off and wanting to keep them to themselves

The air signs all try to downplay their jealousy in their own ways

Kosuke (Aries): openly possessive and jealous of their partner. Hardly lets them go anywhere alone, and when together always has some form of touch going— holding hands, sliding their hand in their Darling’s back pocket, slinging their arm around their shoulder, pulling their Darling into their lap when they sit, etc. Glares daggers at anyone who gets too close and reads way too much into even the most polite and basic interaction with them or their Darling. If they’re getting flirted with, they’re very cold and rude about it. If they’re Darling’s the one getting flirted with, well… they’re liable to get violent. Lots of cussing and posturing backed up by the fact they’re a giant, strong football player. They’ll beat someone’s ass and win like 98 times out of 100, the 2/100 being professional boxers or something.

Olive (Taurus): also very clingy and touchy; loves standing with their head on their Darling’s shoulder (or against their arm if Darling is that much taller), and wrapping an arm around their waist. When people flirt with their Darling, Olive tends to stew on it and not say much in the moment— maybe asserting their presence by coming up and pressing a kiss to their Darling’s cheek while glaring at the offending individual. Depending on the circumstance, they may fuss at their Darling for entertaining another’s attention. If they notice their Darling’s attention straying from them too much, Olive’s going to be pretty gentle but firm about getting it back. Leaning in to tuck a stray but of hair behind your ear or stroke your cheek so you’ll look their way, big brown eyes imploring you to stare deeply into them, Olive softly murmurs that they love you. If gently redirecting your attention back to them over and over isn’t enough to keep your eyes from wandering, Olive is the kind to kidnap their Darling~

Tomi (Gemini): in the early stages of their obsession, when Tomi can’t accept their romantic feelings for you, they unintentionally take on the role of “overprotective friend,” and/or “cockblock.” They have an immediate simmering hatred towards anyone else that takes up your attention and affection, and works damn near overtime to retroactively find reasons to justify that hatred and convince you to stay away from them. Tomi’s really convincing, and can find (or make) receipts to show you too. “See? Told you they were shitty.” Later on, when things become openly romantic, Tomi only gets more manipulative and selfish with your attention, clinging to you whenever they need affection and still making you stay in the room with them even when they don’t.

Jules (Cancer): most likely to cry and guilt their Darling in private (Minnow and Tasi are more likely to make public scenes— whereas Jules knows deep down what they’re doing is wrong and has enough self-awareness to see how doing anything too public could backfire). All-around the most manipulative, working to make their Darling isolate themself so they don’t have to worry about their Darling interacting with others much at all anymore. Pouts a lot when they’re jealous, but rarely (if ever) has the guts to say or do much about it in the moment. Again, they’re likely to turn things on their Darling when alone. “Were you trying to hurt me back there?”

Jett (Leo): no shame, no remorse, Jett will walk up and grab your face to make out anywhere and any time. If that’s not enough to scare off or gross out any potential rivals, Jett’s also got no problem flipping them off and telling them to get lost. Not the biggest and strongest person around, but they fight dirty and stand a good chance of winning if things get physical. Jett tends to be straightforward and confident in these matters, not generally feeling too bad about it unless their Darling starts flirting with someone else. Then there’s a few ways it could play out. Jealous sex to remind you who you belong to being the better option. The more embarrassing option is definitely Jett drowning their sorrows and then drunkenly serenading you to try and win back your affection, or just wailing about how you’re breaking their heart in front of everybody at the bar.

Zuri (Virgo): very dry and forthright with their feelings on things once you get into a relationship with them, Zuri is the most likely to be honest about their jealousy and their expectation for you to tiptoe around it. “You’re mine and I’m yours. You don’t need to be playing around with anyone else.” They have a series of spells and curses attached to you, so that if you cheat or break their trust Zuri will know immediately. These curses also cause great pain and misfortune for others who try to harm you. Zuri debates the ethics of using love spells on you to ensure your devotion, and eventually decides they’d rather be sure your feelings are real and not magically-induced. If you try to distance yourself or keep breaking their trust, Zuri has no ethical problems kidnapping you, though.

Chandler (Libra): seemingly forgiving of people flirting with their Darling. They understand— their Darling is utterly captivating, ravishing. Even if their Darling flirts with other people, Chandler is much the same; watching them do their thing with heart eyes. Rather than being too jealous, they try to take pride in the fact that people try to steal their Darling from them. Of course, they can’t allow that to really happen. At the end of the day, you’ll always go home with Chandler. They’ll make sure of it. However, if they lose track of their Darling, they do panic and become increasingly agitated. When they finally find you again, they might just slit the throat of whoever they find you with and then slide right back into their sweet, concerned side, gathering you into their arms and whispering about how worried they were, how glad they are you’re safe.

Tasi (Scorpio): about on-par with Kosuke for how often they’d get into fights over their Darling. Unlike Kosuke, though, who can usually pull away before actually killing somebody, Tasi could beat or stab somebody to death and then keep going before their rage is satiated. They easily become jealous, quickly becoming increasingly prickly and agitated, and it takes a long time for them to cool down afterwards. Also prone to getting into arguments with and manipulating their Darling when jealous, big and passionate arguments that usually lead to make-up sex. Or they just have jealous sex in the first place. For somebody who comes across as reserved, Tasi uses sex to deal with things a lot.

Blake (Sagittarius): loves to post pictures and videos of their Darling and the two of them together on their YouTube, Pinterest, and written travel blog, showing off their Darling and how happy they are together. Deletes any comments focusing too much on their Darling and their attractiveness, any comments joking about them cheating or about Darling “being held hostage,” and blocks and reports a lot of those users. They really only enjoy comments about how cute you two are as a couple, or how happy you look in videos. Blake never posts anything where you look sad or frustrated. In person, Blake’s not afraid to tell people to step off their girl/guy/babe. Physically affectionate, especially big fan of keeping their hand in their Darling’s back pocket. Not as likely to get into a physical fight as the other fire signs (their angry stare and tall stature usually scares people off anyway), but wouldn’t back down from one either.

Cypress (Capricorn): Cypress usually doesn’t have to worry about people stealing their Darling from them. They’re rich, tall, and their icy stare has scared off countless potential suitors and friends. Still, they can’t help becoming increasingly paranoid about the possibility as time wears on. They get more and more possessive of their Darling, and their house staff turnover increases exponentially as they begin firing people just for looking at their Darling a moment too long (although for legal reasons, they’d never admit that was behind the firings). They always keep a close eye on their Darling, constantly buying them clothes and food as reminders for them and the people around them who Darling belongs to. There’s a chance that Cypress will get worked up enough to threaten somebody who’s consistently gotten too close to you, grabbing by them by the collar and all, but they quickly regain their cool and walk away. Although, they will follow through with the threat if their competition isn’t intimidated enough by their last encounter.

Indigo (Aquarius): “Oh, imagine seeing you here!” Is a phrase you’ll hear from Indigo a lot. They’re the type to follow you around and “coincidentally” be in the area to hang out with you. Like Tomi, they lean more towards cloaking their interest and possessiveness in a veneer of “friendship.” Has a tendency to embarrass you or the people trying to flirt with you— will roll up behind you, drape their arms over your shoulders and rest their chin on your head and go, “Haha, who’s this loser?” No matter what you say they’ll probably go “boooooring,” and drag you away somewhere “more fun,” like the dance floor or their place where they’ll keep an eye on you. Indigo has a talent for diffusing situations just enough to avoid actual fights, even with the blunt words and sharp tongue they use to humiliate their competition. They’re so effortless and nonchalant with it too.

Minnow (Pisces): Minnow is clingy and prone to using their tears in public. They get jealous somewhat easily, though not quite as easily as some of the other water signs (a consequence of spending much time in daydreams rather than constantly scrutinizing their Darling’s interactions with others). Very manipulative with their Darling, although how much of it is intentional is debatable. Most of the town loves and adores Minnow to pieces, so aside from some of the other yans it would be difficult to find anybody who’d try to flirt with you when they know Minnow’s got their eye on you. Their sweet, beloved music teacher has finally found somebody to share their life with! That’s a beautiful thing that people are willing to protect on Minnow’s behalf— so if you make them cry all the time by “flirting” with others (aka speaking to almost anyone at all), you’ll actually end up being “the bad guy.” All Minnow has to do, really, is wobble their lip and tear up, and people are side-eyeing you wondering how you could live with yourself treating sweet, innocent Minnow so carelessly as to make them cry.

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