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lurkingshan · 6 months
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Only Friends: Fight Night
Another excellent episode, this time with everyone at each other’s throats. So much happened, so let’s break down the big fights and shifting allegiances.
Round 1: Sand vs Top
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Phew, Sand really hates Top. I am dying for the backstory on the ex Top stole from him. I loved how this scene showcased Top’s two faces: the boyfriend mask he wears with Mew, and this nastiness that comes out with others. I think both faces are real to an extent, but it cannot be denied that he is lying and hiding parts of himself from Mew. I don’t think Mew would be happy to hear the way Top talks about him, flaunting him as a conquest he won. Sand’s disdain for Top and the way he operates could not be more clear, and his smug attitude in this scene gave Sand the push he needed to do something with the ammunition he has.
Winner: Sand, but Top doesn’t know it yet.
Round 2: Ray vs Boston
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Ray walked into this scene with the upperhand, and we saw a moment of real fear on Boston’s face when he realized Ray knew about him fucking Top. But he recovered quickly and turned it around on Ray easily, hitting on his insecurities about Mew and accusing him of only wanting Mew to know so he could break up his relationship and try to get with him again. He called him disgusting (Boston’s favorite insult), and clearly, that was a direct hit, because Ray teared up and disassembled immediately. 
Winner: Boston. Don’t fuck with a fucker, Ray.
Round 3: Cheum vs Boston and Ray
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Cheum got her passive aggressive on in this scene and made a bunch of passive aggressive digs at her “friends.” I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: everyone in this friend group is an asshole (run for your life, April!) and none of them seem to actually like each other much. After encouraging Boston to bring Nick and promising to be on her best behavior, she called him a “heartless slut” in front of the guy she claims she wants him to date, and then started picking on Ray for being single and condescended to him about finding someone, teeing up Boston to add insult to injury. Classic mean girl behavior.
Winner: Cheum, but not for long.
Round 4: Ray vs Everyone
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As soon as Ray started chugging his liquor after his friends were mean to him, I knew we were in for some chaos, and he did not disappoint. Shots fired at every one of them, except for his most beloved Mew. Unfortunately, his drunk and high ass couldn’t get it together to coherently explain what he was ranting about in front of the crowd, but in the end it didn’t matter because he had already delivered the important information to Mew in the bathroom. Boston deserved it and I didn’t even feel bad for Cheum, she brought that shit on herself. Insulting Sand and offering him money for sex in front of everyone, though? Fucking ouch.
Winner: Ray, but in his typical fashion, he also lost.
Round 5: Sand vs Ray
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Sand is the cause of this whole mess, but he seems distressed to see Ray in this state. I don’t know what he thought would happen when he gave Ray this ammunition, knowing how he feels about Mew and how little self-control he has, so I was rolling my eyes a little at his insistence that Ray stop thinking about Mew. You sewed this chaos, sir! Don’t light the match and then make a shocked Pikachu face when you start a fire! After having already hurt him in front of everyone in the bar, Ray rejected Sand and his help brutally, calling him a whore and throwing him to the ground, and then got in his car to wreak havoc on the road. Ray is focused on Mew and simply does not care about Sand’s feelings, and Sand can’t seem to stop trying to protect Ray from his own self-destruction no matter how many times he’s rejected.
Winner: No one, this is all around fucked.
Round 6: Mew vs Top
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Mew, my boy, I didn’t know you had it in you! Throughout that scene I was shaking my head, wondering how he could have possibly missed the implication of what Ray was saying and whether he just won’t believe anything Ray says, and then as the sex scene started and he was more bold and confident than usual, I was like what is going o—oh shit! Mew, that was brilliant. I loved seeing him catch Top off guard like that, and given that he already knew before he went home with him, he was clearly giving Top one last chance to come clean and stop lying. Top failed the test, Mew is righteously pissed and genuinely hurt, and for once, Top is out of his depth with no idea how to fix his mistake. 
Winner: Mew. 
And Mew isn’t done, because next week we finally get to see him set some things on fire and kick Boston into the pool. Friends, I can hardly wait.
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Something that's been on my mind (I haven't done one of these in a while, this is a botw one in preparation for totk)
Tagging alongside Link throughout his journey, figuring he could use some help after being asleep for 100 years, and when you reach the Zora's domain and meet Sidon you're instantly smitten. He's very charming after all.
So you help with defeating Vah Ruta and practically trip over yourself with the Zora Prince every step of the way because he's pretty and you can't handle it. Everytime he compliments your fighting or your smarts you short circuit, you luckily play it off well with a "yeah we're pretty awesome". Link sees this happening, he doesn't say anything but you have seen him hide a few chuckles with a cough.
After the battle with Waterblight Ganon, you two make your way back to the throne room to speak with the king, Sidon, and Muzu. Sidon who talks to his father about how awesome you and Link were. Sidon who completely misses the way your cheeks burn everytime he mentions you. After Sidon and Muzu leave the throne room, the king wants to ask about Mipha, you make the choice to leave Link to do that. It feels personal.
After you leave the room, trudging down the steps a big tired as the fight starts to weigh down on you, you see Sidon standing on a pedestal where he can look over the kingdom. You awkwardly sidle up next to him and stretch which leads to you groaning in pain, reaching for your neck with one hand and shoulder with the other. You'd taken a particularly strong hit from Waterblight's spear that left some bad cuts up your back and neck.
Sidon notes your groan and, thanks to his caring nature, turns to you almost instantly. You barely catch on to the fact that he's moving before his hands are on your jaw, claws avoiding poking you.
"Oh dear, are you injured?" He asks, tilting your head to one side and catching sight of a particularly nasty bruise forming.
You wonder if he can feel the way your face burns on his cool claws. He's so much taller than you that he has to hunch over quite a bit just to reach you. And the way he's holding you is so gentle. His eyes show you just how concerned he is.
"'M okay," you lie, "just a couple scratches I can handle it."
Sidon runs a finger down your jawline to the bruise and says, "this looks rather bad, come, I'll have you fixed up right away."
It's impossible to say no to that worried face. And the way he tugs at the collar of your tunic to look for more wounds. Cultural differences makes him completely unaware of the boundaries he might be crossing. Clothes aren't as significant to Zora unless it's armor. But you're not even worried about that, you're more focused on how close he is.
The prince of the Zora drags you to a healer, you have to pretend to not be effected when Sidon refers to you as 'his warrior', who bandages you up happily. And you have quite a bit of wounds seeing as you haven't had time to stop and get fixed since you set off with the Hylian champion. Sidon visibly cringes at the sight but his attitude switches up pretty fast and he gives you tons of praise for being so strong.
"Incredible, to take such injury and still be able to fight so valiantly!"
The Zora medic makes a comment about your temperature that makes you choke.
When Link eventually comes searching for you and finds you sitting on a table with a Zora medic on one side wrapping your shoulder up and Sidon on the other gently rubbing at a spot on your neck with a rag he doesn't say anything. He gives you a stupid thumbs up.
The medic makes a suggestion that you and Link remain in the domain until you're healed. Sidon agrees with the sentiment and you don't know how you're going to handle him doting on you for a whole week at the very least.
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zialltops · 4 months
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honeysuckle’s & huckleberry’s
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Cowboy!Joel (41) X F!Reader (25) | 4.7k | wip | explicit | 18+ minors dni | enemies to lovers | slow burn | au: no cordyceps outbreak
After four years away at collage, you’re finally home with the tools and knowledge to save your family ranch. That is, if their ranch hand would stay out of your way.
Or: Ranch hand Joel doesn’t know how to handle the return of his bosses prodigy daughter, her snarky little attitude, or her sinfully tight jeans.
a/n: phew this chapter was hard to write because all i want it for them to kiss already. these two are so at each others throats that i cant WAIT to write that in the form of the devils tango. please let me know what you guys think, comments fuel my desire to write🤍
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Masterlink
AO3 Link 🤍
Chapter 2: Northern Attitude
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Three days of bad weather pass before Joel is able to get the truck out of the snow to drag your car out of the embankment—but he chooses not to anyway. He’s spent the last three days working and avoiding you, because he can’t keep his head from spouting off about how much you piss him off and how good you look doing it.
And piss him off, you do. The morning after your first night home, Joel was shoveling off the steps and the front driveway when you came out of the house in a pair of pants that look like they have been in your closet for years because god damn, they are tight. He doesn’t miss the look on your face when you find your way into the snow where he’s working. “Like my stupid fucking shoes? I wore them so I’d look nice when I saw my parents—thought there was some delicious cowboy here to impress. But now they are all I have to wear because some bullheaded asshole left my car on the side of the road with all of my belongings in it.”
Him, being the bullheaded asshole instead of the delicious cowboy. He’s fuming, if he wasn’t already panting, he’s sure there would be steam rolling out of his ears right about now. He can't stand you. Cant stand your cocky attitude and the way you hold your hands on your hip’s—those sexy little fucking—Joel! “Should have known better than to show up in the middle of winter in those damn heels. You did that to yourself. You should know the only thing you’re findin’ here is cow shit and snow.” You cross your arms and look over his shoulder. “Yeah—nothing but bullshit here.” He turns to find Tommy, his eyes on your figure in your stupidly tight outfit, he’d always been the bolder of the two. “Nice shoes…y’know, they do seem practical, you’re a few inches above the cold, y’know? Don’t ya think, Joel?” You smile at him and Joel sees red, that trading asshole. “Y’know, I was still gonna pull you out, bullheaded asshole here was the one who insisted we leave you.”
If Joel was a better man, he’d tell his brother to fuck off—but he’s not, so he socks him in the mouth and gives him a nasty bruise and a split lip. Both of you hightail it away from the driveway and Joel gets back to his shoveling.
Since that day, it’s been a non-stop onslaught of demeaning remarks. You sneer at him when you pass him in the halls, so he sticks to the hunting cabin he and Tommy occupy for a whole day. When he comes in for supper, you sneer at him again. “What, do you just hide out all day, doing jack shit?” He started this, he knows that, and there isn’t much he can do since he left you for dead on the side of the road a few days ago. He huffs at you when he sits down across from you while everyone else gets their plates in the kitchen. His voice is somewhere between a whisper and an aggravated shout. “I’ve been taking care of the cattle, what the hell have you been doing all day, huh? With that big fancy degree? Hid in the house all day and do your nails?” The nails in question are a sharp blue color, a homage to the crisp skies as the sun sets amongst the gloomy clouds, radiating dark indigo across the plains. His stomach curls when his brain supplies the image of them wrapped around his cock—both your little hands, manicured and soft and—son of a—“Actually, I think I forgot to check the fences. Miss Lou, do you mind if I pack this up to go?” He did forget, and he should do that, but it could have waited another day. He really needs a reason to get away from your accusing eyes right now, away from the way you unwillingly make him feel ridged all over.
He checks all the fences on the half mile walk to the hunting cabin, eats his supper at the sad little table and tries (he fucking tries, okay?) to keep his hands off himself. It aches, aches when he gets hard, like a damn weight between his legs that makes him feel dizzy from lack of blood in his poor muddled brain. He gets crazy—can't stand the thought of another person having so much control over his senses that he can't control his own bodily functions. He hates that you’ve weaseled your way in to his weaknesses—pretty eyes, smarter than him, hard to get with an attitude. It pisses him off so bad that his body reacts before his mind can gain clarity enough to tell himself no. But how can he, when all he can think about is what this is doing to him.
He cant stop thinking about how much of a bitch you are, about the type of men you probably pulled while off in collage and how you expected some kind of Adonis and what you got was just Joel. Your disappointment in his mere existence does nothing to flag how hard he is when he finally gets his hands in his pants. It should be alarming how fast he’s got himself on the edge on the image of you glaring him down, blackmailing him just so he can be your own personal verbal punching bag.
What the fuck is wrong with him, that being treated like garbage gets him so worked up. Is it because he knows it's something he'll never have? Like nothing else in the world can, you’ve got him hot and stiff in his large hand, after three days of knowing you, his head tipped back against his pillow and his eternal gratefulness that Tommy is still eating supper at the main house. At least he wont have to witness the way Joel’s resolve goes down the drain when he thinks about those pretty eyes, those nimble fingers and that bratty little attitude. He cums when he thinks about your stupid fucking shoes and how angry you are at him that you’re stuck wearing them.
Tomorrow, he’ll tell you he still cant get your car out, even if all the fucking snow melts, just so he can watch you walk around in them for a little longer, so he can hate you a little bit more. Maybe his distaste will bleed out the want, but Joel has never been that lucky.
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It’s damn late by the time Tommy makes it home—or maybe it’s not, but Joel's guilty hand found the neck of a bottle a few moments after washing it clean, so he’s completely lost track of time. Drowning his troubles was the best thing he could come up with, so he tipped the bottle back until it was empty and his head felt like it was in a fish bowl.
The door throws open when he’s leaned all the way back in a chair at the little dining table, his bottle sitting empty in front of him and his mind reeling. “Close the damn door, it’s freezing!” He doesn’t open his eyes, because he’s got the spins and the last thing he wants to do right now is throw up.
“Aint me.” He hears Tommy’s voice somewhere in the living room and he finally peeks an eye open and glances towards the door.
“You really are a piece of work, aren’t you?” It’s you, standing in the doorway and letting in all the cold residing outside of these walls. Joel attempts to lean forward, but his weight wobbles and the chair falls backwards on the hardwood. “This is why this ranch doesn’t make any profit. You spend your days drunk off your ass, don’t you?” Her tone is so accusing and snappy, if Joel had half a mind he would pull himself off this floor and give her a piece of it.
“S’the end of the day, I’m not workin’, ‘n I can do whatever I want.” He pulls himself up using the table and he stand there for a moment, trying to let his head catch up with the rest of his body. “I came down here to tell you I want my car out tomorrow morning first thing. But, by the looks of it you wont be good for a damn thing in the morning.”
He groans and walks over to the door on wobbly legs, his vision is blurry but the drunk part of his brain supplies that you walked all the way here with Tommy just to bark orders at him. So, Tommy is definitely a fucking traitor, getting cozy with you when he knows how irritating Joel finds you to be. Even if you look damn good with those wind bitten red cheeks that would look so good hallowed out around his—c’mon, Joel. “I’ll be up before you, smartass. I have livestock to feed, ‘sides, I told you I'd pull it out when I could. Snow’s still too thick.” Joel uses the door frame to hold him up while you look him over from the porch. “I wasn’t asking you to pull it out, Im telling you.” Telling him? Like he’s not his own goddamned person, who makes decisions around here of his own? Hank asked him over a year ago to manage the ranch on his own—he’s been the one calling the shots here for some time, so what gives you the right to stand on his porch and tell him what he’s going to do?
“You might be the all reining princess in their eyes, but do not push me, Honey. I’m not the one to fuck with,” your eyes narrow and your arms cross over your chest like that might somehow make him second guess his boldness. You take a few steps closer and puff your chest out, point your nose up at him with a hard glare. “What are you going to do about it, huh? Not a damn thing.” Actually, one thing does come to mind and it takes everything in Joels power not to grab you by your hair and bend you over the back of the couch, show you exactly what he’s going to do about it.
Instead, he stands there in the frigid air, looking down at you like a pissed off little mouse staring down an alley cat, so fucking brave that he questions if he’s an alley cat at all. “When you can run this ranch by yourself, then you can look down your nose at me, but until then, you’re going to need some taller stupid fucking shoes.” He wouldn’t have the balls to say these things to you if not for the whiskey burning through his veins. Actually, he’s been pretty weary of telling you off, because the last thing he needs is you telling your parents, who obviously would believe you over him. But right now? Fresh off half a bottle and a mind numbing orgasm? He has all the courage in the world.
“I want my car out. I want my things and my clothes. You have until tomorrow night, or my parents can find new ranch hands.” He scoffs and his anxiety only bubbles up a little bit—he’ll pay for it tomorrow, but right now he’s pissed. “Well you better hurry back there and get on it. I’ll tell ya what—I’ll even help you hang up the flyers, hows that sound?” Your face is beat red in an attempt to contain your anger, your eyebrows are drawn together in the kind of pout that makes Joel chub up in his sleep pants. He’d rather sleep out in the snow than to have you see the way your attempt at aggravation works him up, so he starts to close the door on himself. “Better get to it, unless you want to be the one up at four thirty to feed.” He closes the door, turns his body and lets himself slump against the wood. His palm finds the front of his pants and he pushes, attempting to quell the sudden rush of blood that makes his head spin more than the alcohol in his system. “Damn…she’s gettin’ to you, huh?”
It’s Tommy’s obnoxious fucking voice in his head, standing near the hallway to the two small bedrooms. “Fuck off, Tommy, you know how it is for me.” The younger man laughs, crossing his arms over his chest. “I'm just sayin’, it’s kind of funny. Nobody gets under your skin like that. Does fightin’ really do it for you?” His voice is dripping with amusement and Joel wants to punch him again. “It ain’t the fightin’.” Tommy rolls his eyes when Joel reaches into his pants to adjust the discomfort. “Oh, thats right. Your shitty attitude comes sometime after she gets your big ol’—“ Joel growls at him, ”Tommy, if you don’t shut the fuck up right now, I’m going to drag you out in the snow and beat your ass.”
It does the trick, because Tommy knows Joel isn’t kidding, he’s always been the stronger of the two, the one who’s always put Tommy in his place and he’s never been afraid to sock him square in his mouth when he runs it like he is now. “You know it bothers me when I can't control it. I can’t hide it. And she just—she—she’s one of them girls you know? The one’s that you don’t stand a chance with but they rub it in your face anyways and I can’t fucking stand it. It’s embarrassin’.”
He leans away from the door and makes his way over to the couch. When he plops down, his head finds his hands and he drags his calloused fingers through his curly, wind whipped locks. “What if you did stand a chance? Been a really long time since you’ve let yourself have anything.” Tommy finds the seat beside him and their heated argument shifts into a tender conversation, one brother to another, one man to his best friend in the whole world. “Ain’t about what I can have, tom, she’s Hanks daughter and I’m double her age, at least. This,” he gestures to himself vaguely. “This is the last thing a girl like her wants to get themselves tied up in. Can’t—one and done it like you can. Takes some…workin’ up to.”
Tommy pushes his shoulder with a small snort. “Always wondered how you got that thing in anyone.” He hasn’t wondered—he’s asked for years, and Joel being the closed off man he is, never had the heart to spill his bed-mates secrets. But there hasn’t been anyone for years, certainly not someone like you who can get him going faster than anyone he’s ever met. “Just—lots of…stretching. Things I can't do during a tumble in the hay, alright? And not everyone wants to deal with that—fuck know’s I don’t.”
Deal with the rejection of someone seeing him naked and kindly (or not so kindly) telling him that they aren’t interested anymore, deal with the look of shock women give him when he’s pressed up against them—when they feel it. He’s tired of it—so he doesn’t try anymore. Having you at his doorstep, flooring that desire in him? He can't deal with that. “I always thought it would be kind of an appeal to women, don’t they like that? I mean, I didn’t get your genes but I’m not doin’ too bad, they seem to like it.” Not doing too bad? To be normal, lead a normal life where he doesn’t have to bring anxieties to a moment he should only bring pleasure? “It ain’t all puppies and rainbows, man…nine times out of ten were good and they’re into it until I get my pants off. Then they hightail it out of there before I even have a chance to explain myself.”
It’s an embarrassing conversation to have with your brother, but Joel is grateful that he at least has someone he can talk about this with, above all else. The years he’s struggled, the supposed highs that only led to disappointment. It's been one minuscule moment of rejection after another, and he’s not asking for a lot, just to feel what everyone else gets to feel—normal, wanted, less like a freak and more like something to be desired. All for something he can’t change about himself, because believe him he wants to.
“I’m sorry man…I can’t relate, but I know how hard it is for you. One day, some crazy bitch is going to love your…terrifying dick.” He snorts loudly and rolls his eyes at his little brother. “Today ain’t the day, but thanks, Tom…” his head is still spinning and if he doesn’t go to bed soon, he won't make it out to feed before the sun hits the horizon. Tommy heads to his room, but Joel finds a blanket and curls up on the couch with a trash can at his side—just incase he needs to throw up before morning comes and he sobers up.
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He does make it out to feed. It takes him an hour to get a hundred and fifty heads of cattle fed—he can’t wait till spring when they can be turned out to pasture, when half of them are sold off and the breeding season restarts. The cold, stand still winters drive him crazy on every ranch he’s ever worked, but this one more than most, because the cold is bone deep and there's you now, to drive him crazy in every possible direction.
When he’s done with the cattle, he takes inventory of the feed room, make’s a list to take with himself to town when the roads are cleared, then makes his way over to the stable. If there is one thing he can find solitude in, it’s snorting, fussing, grouchy ass horses early in the morning. They’ll kick at the stalls until he’s filled their feeders, snort cold air at him like they don’t want his company—he finds a lot of himself in the equine’s, misunderstood unless you get to know them like he has. He finds that his favorite place to be is in a saddle, pushing cattle through spring summer and fall, just him and them and all the trust in each other they have to offer.
Once they are fed, he finds his tack bucket and pulls open the stall to a young mare they’d bought last summer. She was ready to break this spring, but Hank had all but given up on the Morgan. So much so that he’d handed Joel her bridle one morning and told him “if you can get through to her, she’s all yours, son.”
She wasn’t a big horse, compared to others over her breed, but she had an untamable mane and tail that Joel has to keep braided or it becomes a rat's nest. She’s all over the place, spooky with a fear of water that Joel can't seem to help her get over. For such a pretty little Palomino, she sure has a lot of fight in her.
“Hey, pissy girl.” He hums when she flicks her tail at him, pulling her head out of her feeder just long enough to look back at him. He’s been the only person she lets in the stall since they got her, the only person who can give her a good brush down and stand behind her without getting a hoof to the chest. “Don’t look at me like that, okay? I had stuff to do before I could bring you guys breakfast. Besides, you’re gettin’ fat.” He pats her on her flank, watches dust come up under his hand. He starts brushing her down when he hears the stable doors come open. He knows it's not Tommy, because he’s in the north field checking on the heifers who are getting ready to calf. They still have a few more weeks, but it's good to keep track in the middle of the kind of storms they’ve been getting. The last thing they need is losing a calf to this kind of cold.
“Joel? You in here?” It’s Hanks booming voice in the desolate stable. “Yeah, I’m in here Hank!” He sets down the brush and steps out of the stall because he knows Hank won't come in it. “I was tryin’ to find you before my daughter did. She been through here yet?” His stomach drops and curls—did she tell him? About the argument they had on his porch last night? That he was drunk off his ass drowning his emotions like he always has? “I don’t know what she might have…told you, but it was at home—the cows were good, animals fed, I wasn’t—“ Hank makes a face and shakes his head. “Son, I ain’t mad at you for nothin’. I told her you’re allowed to have a few drinks when you’re done with your work. She can be very…aggravating, if anyone knows that it's me. I just wanted to apologize before she comes in a raging ball of fire because shes embarrassed about her shoes.”
Embarrassed? She’s embarrassed about walking around in those boots that make her ass look like it was sculpted by gods? Those damn shoes that can get him hard in an instant? “She’s embarrassed about them?”
Hank cracks a soft smile and puts his hands on his hips. “Most of that fire comes from a hurt place. She's all bark and no bite—“ Joel scoffs. “She just about bit my head off last night. I might have said some things I shouldn’t have.” Hank has always been understanding and kind the entire time Joel has known him. “I know, we talked about it. She said I need new ranch hands and I told her I don’t trust anyone to run this ranch but you. Don’t worry, I won't let her run you off. I really thought college would set her straight, but she’s still got that stubborn attitude of hers. Just—keep yourself busy and she’ll give up eventually. Don’t be afraid to defend yourself, either. I’m not going to get mad at you for standing up to her.”
Its more of a relief than he thought it would be to hear Hank stick up for him. You must have ran home to tattle on him, but knowing Hank has his back eases the anxiousness built up in him from the night before. “Anyways…when you see her, maybe Tommy can take her to get her things until we can get her car out, so she can get off of everyones back.” It’s going to have to be Tommy—there's no way in hell Joel can handle being in a car with her by himself with his current situation. “Absolutely, thank you Hank.” The man heads out the door with a genuine smile. “Don’t be too late for breakfast! Louise made fresh jam.”
Breakfast sounds like a dream to his empty stomach, so he gets back to the task at hand so he can spare himself a few minutes of downtime to eat before he gets back to work. He steps back into the stall, runs his hand across the top of his horse's back and sighs. “Maybe I should cut her some slack, huh Cersei? You’re kind of a bitch, but you’re still my favorite girl.” The horse nickers at him, flicks her tail and waits patiently for him to get back to brushing out her winter coat.
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It’s breakfast when he finally sets eyes on you again, but you aren’t in those damn shoes—you’re barefoot like that's somehow any better. You’re barefoot in what looks like an old pair of your pajamas, like you just rolled out of bed when it’s already eight in the morning. “Look what the cat dragged in.” You sneer at him a little when he sits down across from you with his plate. Tommy hasn’t made it inside yet and Hank and Louise are in the living-room after they’ve already finished eating.
“I’ve been up for hours, what were you doing? Cant learn to manage a ranch if you sleep until eight in the morning.” Joel feels like he has the upper hand, and based on the look on your face, you know it too. “That’s what I have you for, to do all the grunt shit I don’t want to. I slept like a baby.” Joel on the other hand tossed and turned all night, willing away his morning wood for hours until he finally gave in and wrapped his hand around himself in the dark of his room under his soft quilt, where your prying eyes couldn’t reach.
It’s the only damn thing keeping him from chubbing up in his jeans, looking at you across the table in a pair of sleep shorts that ride up and leave little to his imagination. He thinks about how easy it would be to pull them aside and slip his fingers through your lips—if he would be able to get you wet. It’s enough to get him excited, so he tries to find a way out before it becomes too big of a problem.
“Where are you going?” He looks down at his plate, devising a plan to leave with it, so he can at least finish his breakfast. “Uhm…I have a lot to do today, figured I would get back to it while the day is young.” You push your chair back and stand as well, Joel’s eyes must have a mind of their own because they track up your bare thighs to the bottom of your shorts that have ridden up so much the fabric is pulled tight along the outline of your center—goddamn he can fucking see your pussy. He makes a sharp sound, choking on the spit building up in his mouth as it waters.
“You aren’t doing anything until you get my car out, you hear me? I’m not walking around another second like this.” You gesture to yourself—Joel couldn’t agree more. You need to wear clothes that fit you if he wants to keep his dick to himself. “Tommy is going to take you, he’ll be in soon.” You shake your head at him with a huff. “No, I don’t want Tommy taking me, he’s not the one responsible for leaving my car in the snow. You are getting my car out.”
He wants to argue some more, but arguing with you makes him horny and the last thing he needs is to be that worked up in a car with you for an extended period of time.
“Fuck—alright, fine—give me fifteen minutes and I’ll meet you at the truck.”
It’s a shit ass excuse to run back to the cabin and spend ten minutes jacking off as fast as he can fucking manage so he can control himself in the truck. It’s a futile attempt to control the way Hanks spitfire of a daughter makes him hotter than the surface of the sun.
You are going to be the death of him.
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“There, you’re all taken care of little one,” Leatherhead’s announcement came with him unhooking the small curtain that had been hiding Lil Mikey’s arm from them.
“Heeyyy, you did it. Good job,” Raphael complimented, breaking off their conversation and getting up from the stool he was sitting on.
“Oh…,” Lil Mikey blinked, having lost track of time and not realizing Leatherhead might be done soon. It really hadn’t been that bad. He knew Leatherhead was doing something with his arm, but just like they had promised he hadn’t felt any pain after the few needle pricks. And when he lifted his head to look the other direction he saw only thick, soft white bandaging neatly wound around his upper arm and shoulder. As Raphael and Leatherhead undid the two medical restraints on him, Lil Mikey tried to push himself up, but only managed to jerk his arm awkwardly. “Ahhhhh I can’t move properly-” he wheezed, not sure if he wanted to laugh or give in to his growing anxiety.
Raphael made the choice for him, giving a soft chuckle. “Yeah, it’ll be numb for a few hours still. We’ll get you a sling. C’mere,” he explained, letting Leatherhead take care of locating a sling small enough while he helped Lil Mikey sit up. His mirth faded significantly when Lil Mikey was upright, and Raphael gently lifted the numb arm to relocate it to rest on Lil Mikey’s own lap. Leatherhead had taken off the black sleeve, and now Raphael’s thumb brushed lightly over the cracked network of scars running up the limb. “...These are some pretty nasty scars you and your brother have…”
Shifting to get comfortable while he waited, Lil Mikey was mildly surprised when Raphael brought attention to the scarring both of the teens had. “Hm?.... Yeah, I guess,” he shrugged, and Raphael could instantly tell he was trying to make light of it.
“...Is it too much to ask how you got them?” Raphael’s question left him before he could fully consider if he should ask it or not. He’d already learned that none of these other dimension brothers had been part of Battle Nexus fights, so he wasn’t sure where they could have gotten something so serious. All Lil Mikey had talked about so far were the Hidden City adventures they had had, which honestly hadn’t sounded all that dangerous to Raphael.
Lil Mikey looked to the ground in silent consideration, mentally questioning how much detail he wanted to give, if any at all. Eventually he looked up again with a tiny smile. “The one’s on Donnie’s back, yeah?” he asked, absently rubbing his hand up and down his arm. When Raphael nodded, Lil Mikey sighed slightly. “It was Shredder. This mystic demon possessed armor with a bad attitude. He clawed through Donnie’s battle shell, and Leo wasn’t around to treat it, and we still had to keep fighting. So even though Raph and April and I got it to stop bleeding, it ended up getting super infected,” he explained sullenly, still having residual remorse over it. “He says it doesn’t really bother him anymore. They’re a couple years old. But sometimes he can get sore, and hogs the heat pads with Leo.”
Even though the full explanation was appreciated, the first three words of what had caused Donnie’s scars was enough for Raphael to understand. That was right. They had dealt with Shredder when they were teenagers too. And he had been brutal, almost killing them a few times. “...So you had to deal with the Shredder too? Is he still around?”
“Oh? You have a Shredder here too? That’s funny,” Lil Mikey forced a chuckle, and started kicking his legs to ward off the discomfort, mildly distracted as well by Leatherhead bringing the sling over to help him into. “Ours isn’t around anymore, thankfully. Gram gram helped us take care of him-”
The conversation halted when one of the cautionary notification alarms echoed through the lair, a yellow light flickering on after the sound. Yet where Raphael expected an announcement to be made for what had triggered their alarm, the protocol abruptly shut off before doing so, returning the lair to the usual quiet state. Furrowing his brows, Raphael wondered if it was a false alarm, but didn’t comment yet since a glance at Don showed a similar reaction of confusion.
“...What was that?” Lil Mikey asked nervously, form slightly drawn in.
“A general notification for something we should be cautious about,” Raphael answered easily. “Usually it’s for if someone has gotten close to the lair, but not within the critical area around it. Or if one of our utilities is malfunctioning. Or someone almost discovered our network. That kind of stuff. Just things that aren’t urgent, but that we should still know about. Normally we get an explanation for why it triggered though-”
He cut off as the same alarm rang once more, repeating the same sequence of starting, but cutting off before making any announcement. This time Don was up and moving. “Let me check the systems. I wonder if the dimensional warps corrupted some of our data, or otherwise damaged our security.”
As Raphael watched Don leave he noted Leo returning to the infirmary with Splinter following along with him, hand resting in Leo’s elbow as usual. But he was more concerned about their security system than anything else, so looked back to Lil Mikey. “I’m going to go with Don. Is it okay if you stay with Leo and Master Splinter?” It was probably nothing, just a bug like Don mentioned. But he had a bad feeling gnawing at his gut that he didn’t want to ignore.
“Oh-.... Oh…. Yeah… Okay,” Lil Mikey voiced, blinking in surprise before realizing he shouldn’t be. Of course there would be another Splinter here. Just like there was one of each of his brothers, April, Casey… Why wouldn’t his dad also have another version of him there?
Giving Lil Mikey a pat on the head, Raphael stood and hurried to catch up with Don.
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An hour into his search and Leon was smothering down the urge to frantically call out to his brothers vocally. He was in the area that the tracker said his brothers were, but having the wrong map made it unexpectedly difficult to figure out exactly where they were. For one thing it seemed the elevation for this New York was slightly different, for it was placing Leo as being several hundred meters above ground level despite him being on the street level. So having Donnie and Lil Mikey’s icons being below his own wasn’t helping. His search was supplemented by his portals, but he’d already startled quite a few people by popping into their home unexpectedly. Apartments, rooftops, alleyways, small shops, Leon was scouring them all within a nine kilometer radius around the location his tracker was telling him his brothers were, just in case the horizontal coordinates were slightly off as well. They had stopped moving, but he hadn’t seen anything out of the apparent ordinary in this city. Yet it was also hard to properly search while staying out of sight.
Moments away from yelling at the next human he saw to just go to bed so he could openly search the area, Leo froze as he realized there was an entire section he was missing. He’d been looking everywhere above ground, even popping into the sky in a few places just in case they were somewhere floating or something. 
But he hadn’t looked below ground yet.
With renewed motivation, Leon darted to the nearest manhole, teleporting inside and catching the ladder rungs. It had been a while since his own family had lived in the sewers instead of the subway, but it could have been a liable place to hide if needed. He wasn’t going to drop his guard just yet though. Remaining in the shadows and not staying in the same place for more than a few seconds, Leon flitted through the winding tunnels at a blinding pace, looking for anything that was different from what was this dimension’s usual. For the first part of his current search Leon only found what he would expect from the sewers of a large city. Filthy water, small rats, trash, rain debris, and loads of pipes. But about a kilometer from returning to the point where his location would overlap with Donnie’s and Lil Mikey’s his eye caught sight of something out of place.
Ducking quickly into the deeper shadows with a slight gasp, Leon took a moment to analyze what had caught his sight. Anyone else wouldn’t have noticed it, but he was more than used to looking out for hidden cameras in the sewers. Donnie had many of them, and all of the siblings periodically helped him maintain them. And there was definitely one there, barely looking the other way from where he was.
Someone was down here.
Pressing his lips together, Leon tried to ignore the anticipation rising as he continued his course, heading towards his brother’s location once more, but randomizing his path. If they had cameras, who knew what else they had. So instead of taking a direct path he kept teleporting to an adjacent one, zigzagging his course in an apparently haphazard course around the end goal.
And eventually he reached a room that was obviously inhabited.
A bed in one corner, posters of wrestling on the walls, weights, armor, books. It looked like someone’s bedroom. Leon may have been curious any other time, but all he cared about now was that his brothers weren’t there. He knew he was close though. The facts he knew as well as the feeling of Donnie being nearby. So he moved to the next room. And then the next. And the next. Sticking to the shadows and rafters, remaining out of sight. This place was huge, but by the fourth change of location Leon had found someone, causing him to freeze where he was in the ceiling pipes for a moment to stare. Below him was another humanoid turtle, but he didn’t recognize anything about them. They were big. Not as big as Raph, but still bigger than the rest of them. Their shell and skin were also barren of any patterns, other than what was probably scars. And yet they still had an orange bandana tied over their head and eyes.
For a brief moment Leon wondered if the tracker he had was locating some other turtle beings that weren't actually his brothers. Tracking some other, dimensionally distorted version of them. But then he remembered the tracker wasn’t based on DNA, but a connection to an actual piece of technology each of them had implanted in them. Seeing this other turtle being felt like someone was pulling a trick, which only added to Leon’s scrambled, stressed emotions. He was not going to let this lead be a dead end. He needed to find his brothers and bring them back to everyone else. He didn’t think he could handle them not being here.
And then the other turtle looked up, and deep blue eyes locked onto his own.
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hhhhhhh this one ended up really long, but I didn't want to split it up 'cause I wanted to get to Leon again, but still wanted to include that first part |DDD
also side note since I realized I've brought it up once again in this, and there was a comment about it in the last one: Donnie being prone to infections is a headcanon I got after reading an article about softshell turtle care that mentioned they had to be kept in a super clean environment because injuries and infections were common for them. And that just made sense to me with how protective the bros are of Donnie.
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Yakuza!Yoru x Reader
Summary : You grew up in the Yakuza and can't escape. But maybe it's not a bad thing..
CW : SMUT, f!reader, sir kink, mean yoru, dumbification & degrading, creampie, praising, dirty nasty desk sex
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Your job wasn’t exactly a safe one. It wasn’t your choice in the first place to join, your mother had been poor and the Yakuza were the only ones who had offered to take her in. Under one condition - that she would work as their escort. 
You had respected all that she had done for you but now you faced the dilemma that she forced upon you. When she died they had come searching for you, offering you two options. Become their errand girl and work on organizing tasks or take up your mothers job. You were obviously smart enough to know there wasn’t room to negotiate with these people so you gave in. And that is how you were currently working under one of the strongest members of the Yakuza. 
Yoru.
He was a tough boss and you didn’t see him very often. You sat in his office as he took care of people and money. He was very picky about how his things were to be set up but once you got in the swing of things he was actually quite generous. You also didn’t have to worry about other men trying to feel up on you as Yoru’s reputation was quite well known. Or so you thought.
Today was a day that you got to see him. Which meant you also had to calm your heart. It was unfair having such a handsome face and body and being so unlikeable. 
“Y/N where did my report go for the recent mission?” Yoru’s voice piped up, your eyes meeting his as you dusted the shelves.
“It’s on the bottom container sir.” You watched as he rolled his eyes and yanked out the paper.
“When I’m here just leave it on the desk.” His voice was demanding and you could feel agitation rising within you.
“With all due respect sir I wasn’t expecting to see you today.” You mumbled out as you tried to hide your scowl. You could hear his annoyed grunt as he peered up at you.
“Don’t fucking give me attitude.” His words pierced through you and you turned around to continue dusting. Your anger only mounting up more as you felt hot tears prick your eyes. You wanted to walk out, to say you were done, but you knew better. And as much as he was an asshole, you didn’t think anywhere else would pay as well as he did.
“Y/N.” Yoru’s hand slapped the table, snapping you out of your thoughts.
“Sir.” You mumbled out, not bothering to turn around as you leaned over to continue cleaning.
“Has Haru talked to you?” He sounded almost mad, but you brushed it off as his usual personality.
“No? Was he supposed to?” You raised an eyebrow to him and he frowned.
“No. If he comes up to you, tell him to leave you alone.” He stood up quickly, taking his papers with him. “I am going into a meeting. I will be done in an hour. Be in here when I am done.” He sauntered out of the room, not leaving much option to say no.
What had he wanted you to stay for? And why was he suddenly so worried about some grunt who works the backrooms?
You waited for a while before the office door opened and Yoru came stomping in. By the look on his face the meeting did not go as planned and he threw the papers onto his desk. His eyes snapped to you, something dark running within them.
“Sir?” You whispered out as he leaned back and motioned you towards him.
“Don’t make me tell you what to do. Come here.” He pats the seat directly in front of him. You slowly sit down and look up at his form.
“I leave for a week and then all of a sudden I hear rumors about Haru and you fucking. Are you going around and being a whore? Do you know how that looks on me? Having my secretary fuck some nobody?” 
Your eyes widened at the accusations. Your heart felt like it was about to explode as you began to shake your head wildly. 
“That’s not true sir! I would never do that. I have only talked to him once.” Yoru’s hand comes to grip your jaw as he gets closer to you.
“And how would I know you’re telling the truth?” His voice was deep and you felt yourself grow hotter at his rough touch. 
“I am sir! I promise. I’ll do anything to prove it.” You whispered out, trying to come to terms if you were scared, horny, or both.
“And what if I gave you an opportunity to prove it? What if I made you my personal whore instead? Made everyone listen as I fucked you right now?” His hand pulled you to stand up as the other gripped at your hip. You let out a moan as his usual glare turned into a smirk. You couldn’t deny that he was attractive and maybe it wouldn’t be bad to just give in. After all it was your job to help him out. Right?
“Okay.” You whisper out and Yoru immediately gets into gear. His hands ripped at your shirt, throwing it across the floor, pushing you against his desk. He smacked your thighs apart as he slid in between.
“Good girl. You are stubborn but you know when to listen.” He gave you a sarcastic smile as he slid off your bra.
Your body twitched as his eyes roamed over you, suddenly feeling nervous. He didn’t leave much time for that though. His fingers moved to roll one of your nipples as his mouth sucked at the other. Your head fell back against the desk as he continued his ministrations. 
“Fuck. Look at you. I’ve wanted to do this since you joined. My little slut.” His words sent heat against your core as you all but moaned. You needed him.
“Yoru-” You started and he slapped your thigh. 
“It’s sir. And don’t worry princess, I’ll fuck you.” His hands moved down as he yanked away at your pants and underwear, his eyes taking in the sight of your wet cunt.
“You’re so wet. You love me bending you over this desk? Or is it the thought of everyone hearing you take my cock?” He grunts as his hands make haste with his zipper and underwear, pulling out his hard-on.
Your mouth watered at the sight. His tip was an angry red, pearls of precum beading up out of it. You wanted nothing more than to lean down and lick it off.
“Answer me when I talk to you. Do you like me fucking you over the desk?” Yoru smacked at your ass as he turned you around. You let out a strangled sounding ‘yes’ as his cock rubbed against your folds. 
“Beg for it then. If you like it so much.” He teased his tip against your wet hole and you felt your eyes water. 
“Please sir. I’ll be good! Just fuck me!” 
Yoru must’ve liked your answer because all at once he shoved himself into you, not giving you time to adjust. A scream ripped from your throat as you body tried to adjust to the intrusion. His hands caged you against the desk as he gave you a few tester thrusts.
“Fuck. You’ve got to stop squeezing me like that or I’ll cum in you.” 
The thought alone of his seed inside you made you clench harder. You could practically hear his smirk as he felt you.
“Dirty bitch. You’d like my cum dripping out of your slutty hole. I don’t know why I should be surprised.” He whispered into your ear as he began his harsh pace. It didn’t take long for you to feel the knot in your stomach building up. 
“Sir..” You moan out and your mouth is met with a sudden intrusion as he shoves his fingers into your mouth.
“I know, baby. I’m almost there too. Gonna fill you up and let everyone know who you belong to.” His hand ran down to your clit, his thumb nudging against it as your body shook.
“Sir!” Your voice screamed as you finally reached your high. You clenched against him hard, his hand slamming down next to your head as his thrusts faltered. His cum seeped into you, filling you full. His body deflated against yours as he rested for a moment. He slowly moved back and pulled out, watching as his seed dripped down your thighs.
“Fuck. I’m going to have to do this to you everytime I come back. Hear me?” Yoru swiped at the mess and plugged it back into your hole. Your head fell to the side with a moan from the overstimulation. 
“Yes sir.” You whisper out and he only hummed.
“Good girl.”
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izubabes · 2 years
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Aww thank ya for answering!!
Okay okay so, Rindou Haitani with friends to lovers, but he denies his feelings towards reader, and it's only when Ran jokingly flirts with you that he gets possessive and is "forced" to confess his feelings to reader.
Also if you don't mind gender neutral reader or male reader if that's easier! <33
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮 𝐱 𝐠𝐧!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟
𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝: 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝, 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲, 𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮.
𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫. 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞! 𝐈’𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧, 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩.
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Rindou hated the way Ran could always read him like a book, strengths and weaknesses on full display for his brother to poke fun at. His not-so-well hidden crush happened to be the topic of the day much to his dismay. Normally, Ran didn’t care for Rindou’s short lived flings but when he found out his newest infatuation was you, he would never let him find peace.
"Hey, when are you asking out, Y/N?”
“I see the way your mood changes when they come over.”
“Undressing them with your eyes, huh?”
“You're head over heels, dear brother."
Rindou's crush on you had started off a minor annoyance, mistaking his infatuation with the ability to tolerate you better than most. It took several months to realize the line between best friend and lover was becoming blurred. He secretly enjoyed the way you doted on him, reminding him to eat regularly, patching up his wounds after a nasty fight, venting to each other when you both had a particularly bad day. Rindou was eternally grateful for having someone other than Ran to share his burdens with.
Until he realized he wasn't the only with thought the same.
“I heard Y/N is coming over. Is it confession time?”
"I’m not into Y/N," Rindou scoffed at the suggestion, attempting to steer away from the sudden conversation. It was impossible to keep anything from his brother but he sure as hell could put up a decent front for a couple minutes. "We're just friends, nothing more, nothing less."
"I see," Ran smiled, a sigh of relief following soon after. Rindou’s curiosity piqued at his brother’s actions, easily bothered by the fact he seemed up to no good. "I assume there are no objections if I want them to be mine, huh? They're a real cutie, you know."
“What?” Rindou paused his movements, narrowing his violet eyes at his older brother, irritated with the amused grin he had plastered on his face. Ran let out a soft laugh, retreating to his own room before another argument could start.
Rindou knew that when Ran had his sights set out on someone, they were sure to be his in a matter of time.
“Rin-Rin!" You shouted, bursting through the front door and announcing your unexpected presence. He heard you briefly greet Ran right as the soft pads of your feet could be heard coming closer to his room. He hardly had any time to react before you pounced on his defenseless figure, straddling him under your weight. "I'm bored, let’s go for a ride.”
“Not now,” Rindou shoved you off, fighting back the heat creeping up his face. He always welcomed your affections with a snarky attitude to hide the fact he could barely keep a straight face anymore. "Will you ever learn how to knock? What if I was naked?"
"I walked in on you fucking once," You deadpanned, shuddering at the scarring memory as Ran choked back a fit of giggles in the background. "Nothing I haven't seen before."
“Get out,” He groaned, flicking your forehead as a warning to settle down.
“Ran,” You whined, leaning back on the older Haitani who was seated right behind you. When the hell did he walk in? “Tell Rin he should hang out with me.
"That won't do," Ran hummed, leaning in close enough to ghost over your lips. He titled your chin up, threatening to close the gap in between, Rindou could feel his hands curl into fists at the sight. “Come on, we can have fun together. You can ride me instead.”
“Really?” You groaned, pushing him away from your face. Rindou's temper flared up as he noticed you flush at his brother's words. Playful banter was an everyday thing with you and him but he never was able to pull a reaction like that before. “Is there ever a day you’re not horny?”
He chuckled, ruffling your hair as a means to tease you even further. “Just for you, babe.”
You rolled your eyes, visibly irritated with his constant flirting. “Drop the babe, we’re not together.”
“Not yet, right?” Ran smirked, wrapping an arm your shoulder, relishing in glee at the fact Rindou wanted to rip it off. He pushed it even further by placing a fleeting kiss on your head, running off before either of you could protest. “Love you!”
“God, he’s so irritating.” A tired yawn escaped your lips. You lifted yourself off of his bed, stretching out your aching body while Rindou practically drooled at the sight, fighting back the urge to kiss you.
He cleared his throat, banishing his sinful thoughts and replacing them with concern. “Sleepy?”
“Yes. Not all of us are Roppongi’s charismatic kings who get to lounge around all day." You replied as you began to rummage through Rindou's closet, searching for a clean shirt to steal from him to add to your growing collection. "Mind if I use your shower?"
"Only if I can join you!" Ran chimed from the living room, ignoring the death threats he received in return.
"You're fuckin' disgusting, bro!" Rindou shouted, patience thinning at his brother's expense.
"Oh?" The sound of Ran's footsteps grew louder as he sprinted into his brother's room. A steady stream of the shower could be heard in the background, signaling the freedom to speak without being overheard. He leaned against the doorframe; a curious brow raised as a shit-eating grin adorned his lips. "Is little Rin-Rin jealous?"
Rindou grit his teeth in annoyance, throwing a shoe in Ran's direction, who narrowly missed by a couple centimeters. He was absolutely right but there was no way in hell Rindou would ever acknowledge his own feelings. "In your fuckin' dreams, bro."
Ran’s meddling escalated even further once you had come back to join them. He let his touch linger longer than usual, babied you, and purposely messed up his hair so you would fix it. Rindou was raging in the sidelines, frustrated with the fact his best friend was too nice to his older brother. He wanted you to pay attention to him, spend time with him, not Ran.
"Oh Y/N,” Ran cooed, a sickly sweet tone lacing his words. “Will you do me the honor of braiding my hair again? The elastics broke.”
"Fine," You sighed, pointing to the free space on the floor, ushering Ran to take a seat. "This is the last time. Rin, you want me to do yours, too?"
The thought of sitting in your lap made his thoughts run wild and unable to formulate a proper response, choosing to blurt out the first thing that came to mind. "Why the hell would I want that?"
"Damn, sorry for asking." You huffed, picking up the hairbrush and beginning to run it along the older Haitani's dual-colored strands. Ran hummed at your touch, muttering sweet praises of how well you always take care of him. "You're such a child, Ran. Begging for my help all the time."
"I live for the day you beg for this dick—"
“Let’s go,” Rindou said, standing up and pulling you away from the couch.
You hesitated, snatching away your arm from his grip. "Where are we going?"
"You said you wanted to go for a ride.”
You paused, sending him a confused look as you pin pointed to the brush your hand. “I’m literally in the middle of fixing your brothers hair?”
Rindou rolled his eyes at your protests, too frustrated to hear any excuses. The knot of jealousy in his stomach became tighter with each sentence you both exchanged. “Fuck Ran, I don’t care.”
“Wish they would,” Ran mused, effectively crushing the final ounce of Rindou's patience.
“Will you shut the hell up?”
"Rindou!” You cut in, sending him a furious glare that churned his stomach. He had never received such a pissed off expression from you before. You crossed your arms, signaling your increasing displeasure. "Why are yelling at Ran?”
“Fuck off,” He was too humiliated to admit it was because he had wanted your undivided attention. He wanted you to look at him with the love you seemingly had for Ran. He wanted you to treat him with the never ending patience you always had for his brother. “I’m going to bed.”
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. You ruined it. You ruined it.
A light knock interrupted his thoughts, your worried voice could be heard in the near distance, carefully testing the waters. He heard the door creak as you walked a few steps closer, keeping a safe amount of space away from him. “Rin, it’s me. Did I do something?"
"Leave me the fuck alone," Rindou seethed, hiding under a pile of blankets, he was acting like a child who had received a scolding, indulging himself in a pity party. "Go bother Ran. Not in the mood.”
Liar. Liar. Liar. You wanted this. You wanted this.
"Fine then," You answered, stalking towards the door, leaving your best friend to sulk in his own misery. Fights with him were uncommon but they always ended with either one of you apologizing after having some space. You placed a hand on the doorknob, pausing to spare him a parting glance, "We'll be back later. Ran's buying me ramen."
Ramen? Only Rindou gets to buy you ramen, it was your special time together. It was your special thing ever since you both were kids.
Impulsive was the very definition of Rindou Haitani, he was impulsive with his opponents during fights, and he was especially impulsive when it came to the people he loved.
He launched himself from his bed at an inhuman speed, knocking you off your feet and tumbling to the ground.
"The hell!?" You gawked at up him from your position on the floor, still attempting to process what had just happened. The familiarity of his sudden movements was beginning to set in, reminding you of how he normally subdues his targets. “Did you… Did you just tackle me?”
"Sorry," Rindou avoided your piercing gaze, a scarlet blush beginning to tint the tips of his ears. He only tightened his grip on your body in response before gathering the courage to speak. “It was the only way I could stop you from leaving.”
Confused and terrified could hardly describe what you were currently feeling. Rindou had been off ever since you had arrived at their place earlier. “You literally just— Never mind, what's going on?"
"There are so many things I want to protect you from," He whispered, staring deep into your eyes as yours widened in response. His violet irises reflected truth mixed with a tinge of insecurity. His anxious hand reached up and caressed your face, relieved at the fact you hadn't pulled away. "I worry that you'll slip through my fingers. I like you, Y/N. No, that’s not right. I love you.”
"Rindou, stop it.” You snapped, voice wavering as the meaning of his words began to sink in. He was clearly toying with you, riling you up just for a second of amusement. It was petty revenge, right?
You always believed Rindou would never see as more than a best friend, at least that's what his actions reflected. Despite knowing he had claimed your heart years ago, you fought back your own overwhelming emotions, losing his friendship was too high of a price to pay in exchange for a chance to be lovers.
A stream of warm tears slid down your cheeks as you began to pound your fists into his chest, shaking your head in denial. "Stop playing with my feelings."
Why? Why was it so hard for you to accept his words for they're worth? This is what you had wished for.
"Y/N." Rindou caught your incoming fist, frustrated his confession was not going well at all. He hated seeing you cry, especially if he was the reason behind it. "Do you really think I would sit here and pour my heart out to you if I was joking!?”
"You're my best friend, Rindou.” He winced at your words, expecting a painful rejection to surely follow. He caught the way you began to crumble, becoming more and more anxious by the second. “I’m scared that if I cross the line, it’ll ruin everything.”
"I don't care," Rindou’s voice softened, coming out as an almost inaudible sound. "Please tell me you feel the same way."
“I do,” You mumbled, afraid to say any more.
"Can I kiss you?"
You nodded and Rindou leaned in, ready to finally enjoy feeling your against his. He had dreamed about it for ages now, picturing the day you would agree to be his. By placing his lips on yours, you would officially become lovers, he would never have to worry about losing to anyone else—
“Hey Rindou!” Ran’s voice called out, following a series of knocks hammering against his door. Rindou cursed under his breath, noting he would be beating his brother to death later tonight. You both pulled away, ignoring the embarrassment pooling in your bodies at the sudden interruption. “I really hope you’re not defiling my precious Y/N in there."
The door opened, Ran immediately noticed your puffy eyes and lingering tears. He had expected an argument to arise from the situation but he never expected to see you so distressed. He reached out to comfort you, setting off a ticking time bomb. "Did my stupid little brother do this?"
“Keep your hands off,” Rindou spat, pulling you into his protective embrace as you reciprocated his actions. A nervous smile lit up your face as your lover held you close, you had wanted to experience this type of affection for so long. Rindou crashed his lips in yours in a surprise kiss, orchid eyes focused steady on his brother the whole time, clearly warning him to back off. "They’re mine, got it?”
“Yeah, yeah.” Ran sighed, walking away from the new couple he had secretly been trying to get together. It was obvious you had both been pining for each other since day one but neither would confess without a little help. A satisfied grin creeped up his face, his work here was done.
“It was about time you grew up, Rindou.”
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venusjailer · 2 months
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Will I ever stop pathologising the AP main characters and creating incredibly detailed backgrounds riddled with childhood trauma? It’s unlikely!
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(INSANELY LONG) (LIKE INSANELY) (YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED) EXPLANATIONS BELOW
(And If you have hc’s feel free to share!)
Patrick: cmon. The entire plot of AP is literally him just begging to be noticed.
Bro is devoid of attention right until the very last scene (aka the one with his lawyer). Sorry to all the SiGmA mALe AMPS fans but this is not a “sigma 🥶”, this is a man who did not receive a MORSEL of affection during his formative years.
His obsession with ‘fitting in’ (ie being accepted and therefore cared about) through his clothes, his looks, his social circle; his outbursts of intense emotion and inability to regulate them (almost as if he was never taught how to do so); the way he views the women in his life in an almost maternal way (namely Evelyn and Jean) - he just needs a hug!!!
And some intense therapy. And heavy duty psych meds.
Paul: this one is partly canonical, partly not.
The way that his character is almost revered by the other guys at P&P is interesting; he comes over as this über cool, competent, successful finance bro almost to a greater extent than they think they are.
But then he gets drunk with Patrick away from the office and from the constraints of corporate professionalism and becomes this silly goofy little guy.
I don’t necessarily think his work ‘persona’ is an act: I think it’s the parts of himself that he has to accentuate in order to succeed.
Also - I took influence for this from the amazing Paul character studies written by my dear friend @leoblooms on AO3 - please check them out
Luis: this one is pretty self-explanatory.
He’s the only confirmed canonically queer character in AP (although, come on, Patrick’s canon closet is made of glass at this point). And yet - in a way that so many LGBT+ people have suffered with throughout history and sadly even to this day - he can never, ever show it. Being openly gay in his environment would make him a social pariah.
Instead, he has to fit in: he’s marrying a woman, he’s acting like ~one of the guys~, he’s hoping that he can suffocate that part of himself by burying it six feet underground. But as so many of us know all too well: you can’t hide who you are forever. The bathroom scene with Patrick just proves this.
I also wanted to make a note of this because it’s very interesting to me - I read the most AMAZING fic a couple of years ago that was written from Courtney’s perspective, and in it it was mentioned that Luis is Catholic. I’m a Christian as well (from a famously progressive denomination) and although a lot of attitudes are changing within the Catholic Church, particularly right now, the ‘gay = sin’ mentality does prevail for many.
So it makes sense that if Luis was raised Catholic he has been suppressing that part of himself for a very long time. I can see him lying to himself and having girlfriends in high school.
Courtney: my literal baby girl. I’ve written a whole 18k character study on her because I find her so canonically fascinating.
My headcanon is that her father was absent from her life from a young age - but this is rooted in how she actually acts in the source material.
In the boardroom scene, Luis thanks Patrick for “taking care of Courtney last night”. To me, it sounds like he’s taking on a role that’s almost paternal. She is also notably reliant, and almost clingy, on the men in her life: telling Patrick she can’t go out because she’s waiting for Luis to call, and practically begging Patrick to call her after they’ve slept together.
Additionally there’s the whole ‘fucking my best friend’s boyfriend’ thing - I’m getting WAY off topic here but I see so much of her in Cassie from Euphoria. Unless someone is purposefully malicious and nasty, I think there’s always a reason for that kind of thing, even if it is complex and unsavoury.
I hate to use the term “daddy issues” because it absolves absent/abusive fathers of all of their damage and unfairly places the blame on young women, but if I had to describe a reason for why she might act in this way - having seen it first-hand myself from many people - that would be it.
Evelyn: so I did take some influence from Reese Witherspoon’s character in Legally Blonde here - but I think Evelyn is actually one of the smartest characters in AP and so I feel it’s fitting.
She comes over as incredibly ditzy and shallow, but remember we’re seeing and reading all of this from Patrick’s perspective - of course he’s not going to have a high opinion of her, because…it’s Patrick Bateman were talking about here.
In reality, she’s probably one of the most socially clued-in characters. For example: she effortlessly hosts big gatherings with grace and decorum even if the majority of guests are, let’s be honest, fucking insufferable.
She’s also the only character who can actually handle Patrick and meets him on his own level. She absolutely refuses to take any of his bullshit (“what am I supposed to do with that? Floss with it?”).
Her actions and force prove her to be the strong willed and savvy and to me that suggests intellect, as much as it may be hidden - again, due to the environment she exists in.
Bryce: he’s so interesting.
I’ve not written as much about him in my fics as the others, but his actions in the source material suggest that underneath his finance bro Wall Street image, he’s someone who’s very disillusioned, and almost broken.
I really wish the scene of his…episode?…in the club hadn’t been cut from the film. I’d recommend anyone to watch it (and the rest of the deleted scenes because they’re class) if they’ve not seen it already.
There’s also The Informers, the book and film adaptation of another of of Bret Easton Ellis’ works, which features a young Tim Bryce (referred to as Price) and the complex relationship with his father. I’ve not read/watched it in full yet, but whilst they’re on holiday Bryce’s father gets drunk and acts lecherous and gross towards young women on the beach, and Bryce is disgusted by this (perhaps he’s not as much of a raging misogynist as his peers?), and then makes ‘joking’ comments about Bryce being the subject of attraction by other men, to which Bryce walks out on him (perhaps he’s less condemning of homophobia than the others? Or, possibly…maybe he has less than hetero feelings himself? Not to spoil any of Mergerizations but I headcanon him as bisexual tbh).
This behaviour suggests that, at least as a teen, Bryce was very assertive of what was and wasn’t okay and was happy to make these views known.
But due to bullying by his father and, again, the environment that he likely grew up in, he has to suppress this part of himself to be accepted.
WOWWWW that was a whole ass essay. If you’ve read to this part, 1) I’m sorry 2) THANK YOU 3) I love you!!!!
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cherryluvrx3 · 9 months
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Okita Sougo Not SFW Alphabet
Gender-neutral reader
CW: hard sadist/masochist dynamics. He’s gross and a freak, expect the extremes. Mentions of reader getting penetrated. Mentions of him having some nasty kinks.
Do people even care about Gintama anymore??? I just started getting into it and the lack of fics is heart breaking
I don’t even like hardcore sadism (on me) tbh idk why he’s my favorite but I love him soooo much my little Princess <3
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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
There’s different kinds of sex that you guys have, sometimes just regular or standard stuff you’d have with any other guy but other times full on BDSM fantasies that would make 50 Shades Of Grey look vanilla. With that being said, the aftercare would depend on what type of sex you’ve guys had. If it was something incredibly taxing and rough on your body, he’d show you a rarely sweet side to him. His hands would be the gentlest ever as he washed you and soothed any bruises he might’ve caused on your skin. He’d clean and tidy up before tucking you into bed. If you mention how nice he was the next day he’d flick your forehead and change the subject.
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
His favorite body part might have to be his face. He likes that his cute face hides his true nature well. But he’d also like his hands because they’re rough and calloused from all his training and hard work and they look so perfect wrapped around your throat.
On his partner he’d also like their face. He probably has a folder in his phone just filled with different expressions that he’s brought out of you. Faces of embarrassment, neediness, desperation, shyness, defiance, humiliation, and his favorites being ones where you look utterly fucked out of your mind and brainless.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)
He loves cumming both on you and in you. He sometimes has an inner battle on whether or not he should pull out.
Cumming inside gives him a hot, proud feeling knowing that he’s marked you in a way so intimately. He loves spreading you open and watching his cum leak out of you only to swipe it back up with his fingers and shove it back into you, reprimanding you for wasting the ‘gift’ he left you.
Cumming on you, your face specifically, gets him shivering in satisfaction. Nothing strokes his ego more than watching his beloved with his sticky cum dripping down their face. The fact it’s so borderline disrespectful is what really gets him off. The way you’re letting him do this to you. And the sinfulness of it all spreads to your everyday life. He can’t help but think about it while you’re talking to and treating others with a smile like those lips haven’t been coated and defiled with his cum.
He’s honestly a huge asshole and sometimes cums a bit on your hair on purpose because he knows it grosses you out and pisses you off.
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
It’s an undeniable fact that he’s the dominant one in your relationship. The thought of anyone trying to top him is honestly laughable and something he’d never allow.
But…
He has on occasion, let his mind wander to fantasies of what it would be like to submit to you. Especially if you’re someone he’s been with for a long time and genuinely trusts and loves. He has a hard time expressing his emotions without reverting back to his asshole ‘I don’t care about anything’ attitude. He wants to tell you he loves you so dearly and that he’d gladly give himself up to you entirely but he can never bring himself to admit it.
So force the words out of him. Force him to admit how much he belongs to you. How his body exists to be used to entertain and please you.
As fast as his mind conjures up these thoughts though, he throws them out the window even faster. He’s so wrapped up in his own pride he can’t even let himself fantasize in peace.
Another thing he enjoys about this scenario is the thought of revenge. After having his body ravaged and used by you, he’d imagine all the things he’d do to you to make sure you don’t forget your place under him. Giving out punishment when you actually deserve it tastes much sweeter and he'd be so excited to pay you back for everything you did to him and then some.
All hypothetical of course! He’d never tell you any of these fantasies. Only way this could happen is if you follow your own selfish desires to have him submit to you and really follow through. You can’t half ass it because even though it’s something he secretly wants, there’s no way he’s going down without a fight.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
Depends on how old he is at the time. At 18 he has an idea of what he wants and the things he likes but at 24, he’s pretty experienced and has been around. Not really any serious or meaningful relationships, just ones with masochistic sluts who let him do whatever he wanted
F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)
He has a lot of positions he likes and goes through but if he had to choose one… probably good ol’ missionary. Mainly because he’s on top and can see your face.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
He technically does joke but it’s more teasing and mocking you then actually trying to be funny
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
He���s well groomed, he doesn’t like it to be a mess but it’s not something he meticulously takes care of either.
His hair is slightly darker than the hair on his head.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
I guess it depends because like I said before there's different kinds of sex you guys have but usually, he’s not romantic. He’s just fulfilling his fucked up kinky desires.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
If he has a choice he’d prefer not to, he’d rather have you gagging and slobbering on him over his boring hand any day but if you’re not around or willing to, he’ll settle. He has pics of you to get him through it.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Ohhh boy…
Jeez I actually don’t want to like… expand on all of them cuz we’ll be here all day.. so I’ll just list them lol.
BDSM, leash & collaring, pet play, spanking, roleplay, choking, exhibitionism, public sex, oral, marking, recording, humiliation, desperation, orgasm denial, bondage, toys, rough sex, dirty talk, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, mind break, anal, face-fucking, cock worship, creampie, facials, saliva swallowing, spitting, corruption, degradation, discipline, objectification, crying, handcuffs, sensory deprivation, biting, breeding, wetting, piss drinking, watersports
I know some of these are gross but he’s a freak idk what to tell you I’m just being realistic 💀
I think it goes without saying but this is stuff he’s doing to you.
Also if you don’t like any of these that’s fine, he’s not gonna force it on you. I mean he’ll try to persuade you but if you seriously don’t want to then he won’t be seriously upset. It’s not like he needs all of these kinks to have sexual satisfaction, they’re just things he enjoys and gets off to.
Also.. remember his dirty secret? They’re things he wouldn’t mind you doing to him.
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)
Your apartment because it’s a space where you both could prep for some real crazy shit and clean up easily. Since he lives at the Shinsengumi headquarters, there’s not that much freedom or privacy you both could have there. He likes the thought of public sex but understands if you don’t. Plus he’s a cop so he shouldn’t really be doing scandalous things like that anyways.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
Lots of things to be honest. He enjoys arguing with and pissing you off so that he could ‘put you in your place’ but he’s also a fan of when you’re obedient. He has a love/hate relationship with bratty types because he likes being in control but the thought of breaking you or forced submission is something he loves. Being super sweet and kind to him makes him think ‘ohh I have to ruin them..’ a sweet s/o would really bring out his corruption kink. Acting clueless to his sexual innuendos and advances will get him hot and he’d be more than willing to give a private demonstration.
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
In early stages of your relationship, you dominating him is completely off the table, an absolute hard no. He has to build up his trust in you for you to be able to see such a vulnerable side of him.
Also, I’m kinda on the fence with this, I think he’d hate the thought of sharing you. He might like to show you off, like he’s done with walking that one girl on a leash down the street, but the thought of someone actually touching you would make him sick. He’s a very jealous person, he doesn’t mind people looking because he’s very proud to have you but he’s the only one allowed to use you. They can look, can’t touch.
Also scat and vomit stuff, that’s too nasty.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
He lovessss receiving. If he could keep you on his dick 24/7 he would. He loves seeing your mouth stretched open around him while a mix of drool and precum leaks past your lips. The messier it gets the better, he gets so hot and bothered at the thought of ruining your pretty face, having it slick with a crude mix of spit and cum.
He’d totally slap you with his dick too lol like he’d pull out, give a few wet slaps to your cheek and lips before plunging back down your throat.
Oh yeah he’s a big facefucking enjoyer.
If you let him, he’d grab the sides of your head and use you like a fleshlight. He’d lock his legs behind your head and forcefully hold you down, choking you because he’s an asshole. As you struggle and cry he’d just resist the urge not to cum then and there.
Also like I mentioned in C, he loves cumming in and out of you. Usually he doesn’t warn you, you’re just gonna have to guess based on his reactions because he likes giving you evil surprises. Like boom cum down the throat and now you’re choking or boom cum in your eye. If you complain about it enough then he’ll start to warn you because he does feel just a bit guilty of seeing you in genuine pain and peril. Just a bit though.
He’s pretty skilled at giving but he doesn’t do it often. He makes it his personal goal to learn every little weak spot to drive you crazy, he wants to know you better than you do. So eventually he’ll become a pro at making you cum with his mouth but he just doesn’t do it much. It’s mainly like,, an entree or teaser before the real show.
In a situation where you're dominant though… SIT ON HIS FACE! FUCK HIS FACE! USE HIM!! He might cum untouched just from the aggression and thought of being used as an object hehe.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
He’s a mix of it all and does whatever he feels like. Usually likes going fast and aggressive to overwhelm you but as soon as you’re about to cum he’ll slow down and mock your whines and begging for him to speed up. When you two are having a sweeter time together though, he’d go slow and deep, trying to enjoy and feel you as much as possible, kissing beneath your ear and neck and starting to speed up once he feels he’s about to cum.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
He’s fine with them, he doesn’t particularly love them but they get the job done when he wants you and there isn’t much time. But he’ll usually prefer to thoroughly enjoy you. Might see it as a personal challenge to get you to cum fast but sometimes if he’s feeling especially mean he’ll go, “I have to be in a meeting in 5 minutes, if you can’t cum that’s your own problem.” And he actually will leave you high and dry.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
There’s a lot of things he’s into and willing to try. He’ll practically say yes to anything unless it changes the power balance between you too. Things like that might take some extra convincing and persuasion but he could also see it as ‘I scratch your back, you scratch mine’, if you want something from him, you’ll have to give up something in return. Wanna peg him? Then let him walk you with a leash so he could “potty train” you. A lot of times the odds are unbalanced but he’s hard to persuade otherwise.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
He can probably cum twice, three if he’s really energetic. He has good stamina from training and personal experience but he’s still only human. Most of the time is spent making you cum anyways.
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
Absolutely. He has so much shit with him you’d think he has a premium membership with the local sex shop. You don’t even know where he keeps it because again he doesn’t have much privacy back at the Shinsengumi headquarters since they have routine inspections but whatever. They’re pretty much all stuff he uses on you, he’s never really bought anything for himself/own personal use (like a fleshlight) and doesn’t really see the need to. He thinks toys should be used on his partner.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
ABSOLUTELY!!! Being a massive asshole is his whole fetish. He on a daily basis thinks of shit he could do to piss you off or tease you. Seeing you in tears, whining and crying is like fuel to his existence.
If he ever managed to piss you off to the point of tears, part of him would feel guilty but the other part of him would show through the rock hard boner he has in his pants.
During sex, he’ll ignore his own needy cock if it means making you suffer more. Hell, he might even cum just from the teasing he does to you.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
He’s fairly vocal but it’s mostly degrading, mocking, teasing words or commands he’s barking at you. When he’s actually inside you he’ll try not to moan, mostly because he’s shy and a little embarrassed, thinking that moaning is a sign of being weak to how good you feel. He usually covers up his moans with more degrading words and dirty talk.
(If you ever managed to top him, he’d be a very bratty bottom. Talking nonstop shit to the point you gotta just gag him. Only take it off after successfully breaking him so that the only sounds he makes are fucked up babbles and whines of how much he wants to cum)
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
Under normal circumstances it would be pretty hard to get him in a subspace or submissive mood but being incredibly loving and doting on him makes it hard for him to tease you. (This is something that would only work if you had been together for a while and he really loved you)
Late at night, laying in bed with him, start placing kisses on his neck and caress his body. If he asks what you’re doing just say “I’m just trying to give you some love,” and go back to smothering him in affection. It’s hard for him to accept at first and his natural instinct is to take control of the situation but if you stay strong and confident through it, by the end you could be on top of him and maybe he’d end up in tears by the overall intensity and intimacy of it all.
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
He’s about an average size in length but is a bit on the thicker side. His tip is pretty well pronounced too. Not super veiny- actually he had pretty much only one thick vein you could easily see on the side. It’s a slightly tanner color than the rest of his skin and the tip gets reddish when he’s close to cumming.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
Pretty high, he’s a young active guy who (I think) is a bit hypersexual. A lot of the time he’s capable of control and restraint but sexual thoughts plague his mind often.
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
It depends on how long you guys had been going for but usually since he has good stamina, he has enough energy to stay awake to clean up you and the area before he goes to sleep but if you’re topping him, he’ll probably be really sleepy and drained.
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silent-raven13 · 15 days
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A cute little doe
(AU: Centaur world! Miles is a deertaur and Hobie is a centaur, Shire horse breed centaur to be in fact. No Spider-man in this magical world)
Hobie, a strong tall centaur had been hiding the bushes watching, his black tail flicks side to side as he watches with so much anticipation. His black hairs shines by the sun showing off its lovely coat. Gwen a horsetaur with beautiful blond coating being a Akhal take horse breed, she went over to check on her friend. Hobie being a much taller, more lean centaur has no shirt but only arm jewelry, he sticks his head in the bushes as he continues to watch.
Gwen crosses her arms with a head tilt at her friend, she wore a tank top with a silly face on it. Their town has been filled with new comers due to being Spring, a lot of centaurs form a community to watch each others back and stick together. Since she's almost the same age as Hobie, she had to make sure where he was going every morning.
Ever since, a new group of deertaurs came into the land, Hobie seems to wander off. It's not like he never done it before, but this time he seems to off. He stares into distant with a flustered look on his face, and often mutters, "Sunflower or cute lil doe."
It kinda freaked out their roommate, Pavtri seeing how he woke up to Hobie drawing a deer tail, too. Freaked him out for sure. "What are you doing, brother Hobie?"
"Eck! Huh!" Hobie quickly shot out of the bushes trying to pretend everything is fine, "What do you mean, sister Gwendy?" His eyes avoiding her own blue eyes, he's sweating bullets. "Ummm, ahh. Hmm, nothing particular."
This made her blue eyes slightly wide, noticing her friend's attitude completely changed into a shy nervous person. "Okay, something is really up then? Let me see." She pushes him back to look over the bushes.
"Ack, wait!" Hobie got nudge in the stomach making him wince back, while Gwen went over to peek.
To her surprise, she saw a little doe from afar, it's a deertaur sniffing at a bush filled with blueberries. His big Honey-brown eyes gleams at the sweet fruit, his deer ears lift up with joy. Then, he took a bite of blueberries being in love, his smiles is like a ball of sunshine that got Gwen squinting at how brightly he smiles. Not to mention he had pretty Sunflowers in his hair and wrapped in a vine around his lower half of his body.
"So, it's that little deertaur you been checking out. Why not talk to her?" Gwen grins widely, "She's cute."
"I think it's a boy... not that I care about their genders, but it seems like it." Hobie looks bashful, he had one hand on his move being shy. "I tried, but one time I went over and the moment he saw me, he freaked out and ran."
"Ohh, he looks a lot like a little doe! Hmm, what if I go over there with you?"
"What? No-no, it's fine. I don't want to scare him!" He quickly said with his voice sounding sad. "I terrified him last time."
Gwen rubs her chin, she watches the little stag munching on some blueberries, "Oh! I got it." Hobie listens to her plan.
The little deertaur was busy sniffing some blueberries to see if they weren't poisoned or rotten, he could smell the sweet ripe berries. His ears lifts up with joy, and his little deer tail wiggle a bit, his front hoof tapped the ground a sign he's joyful to eat some berries. "Ohh, mmm." He took a bite feeling the sweet tart of these berries, making him cup his own face by the delicious treat.
His kind have come a long way for safety from humans, they were in a nasty battle and many had decided it was best to move. Humans are foul, mean creatures that only care about themselves. They frighten him to the bones, his mind drifted off with purple stain on his lips from the ripe fruit.
"Hi-hi!" Then his daydream broke when a centaur with blond hair, pale skin and blue eyes jump in his sight.
The deertaur jumps being startled by the female centaur, "Yeep!" He quickly cover his face being scared, his whole body quivers in fear.
"Hey, don't be scared. I heard about your group and what ya'll went through. Sorry, to hear about moving away from your home. I am, Gwen! I wanna be your friend!" She places her hand on his shoulder, she got a look of him. This deertaur had more of deer features like his nose is black, his eyes are big and his fur goes pass his low abdominal. He is a little cutie.
"So-sorry," He speaks in a shy soft tone, this time showing his face looking bashful, "I'm... I'm Miles."
"We're gonna be great friends, hehe. Oh!" She turns to the side, "Hobie bring in the gift! Hurry up!"
Miles turns his head around he spotted the tall centaur before him. This one is so huge, he practically looms over him. He never felt so small, he quivers a bit having his first instinct to run away but seeing Gwen made him have a bit of courage. "Eep!" Came out of his mouth as he went behind the blond centaur being scared.
"It's okay. This is Hobie, he may look tall and scary but he's a cool guy!" Gwen said seeing the deertaur hiding behind her back, it's cute to see him being so afraid especially when his little tail perks up from any emotion. "Hobie, show him the gift."
The dark skinned centaur was too busy loving the way the deertaur was being so cute, that little tail of his has such a charm to it. "Uhh, right." Hobie holds a basket with delicious treats like fresh cut grass, acorns, nuts, fruits and corn.
This made Miles' black nose wiggles at the delicious smell of corn and grass, his eyes closed as he follows the scent. Hobie stood like a statue seeing the deertaur being so damn cute, he wanted him to get near him. To be able to comfortable in his presence. Miles sniffs the basket smelling the grass, "Ohh." His eyes half opened being so innocent.
Gwen giggles seeing her friend being so flustered, he looks like he's about to fall over. "Mm, apples my favorite." Miles took a bite bites from the basket already munching on the treats. "Mmm." He holds some fresh green grass to eat.
Hobie and Gwen awed at the adorable deertaur, the way he eats is so cute. "How adorable!" They said together.
Once Miles finished eating his part, "Is it... is it, okay I take the rest to my family?" His Honey Brown eyes on Hobie with such purity.
"Yeah, it's fine."
"Thank you!" He smiles widely having this bright glow. Hobie and Gwen couldn't face just innocence. "Hm? What's wrong?" He asked.
"Nothing. it's just your so adorable." Gwen mutters feeling her heart pound at his cuteness.
Hobie nodded. Miles giggles before circling around them, mostly Hobie being curious. "You're so tall! My dad is chief of the herd and I thought he was the biggest."
"This buck right here!" Gwen smirks with her elbow jabbing in Hobie's side, "is one of the tallest among our age group! And he doesn't have a mate."
"Gwendy! Stop. I'm not the only large one. Our herd's leader is... quite massive." Hobie crosses his arms with a frown.
Miles' ears went down seeing how this is his shy personality, "Oh." His eyes droops with a glisten shine to it, it's like he's ready to cry any moment, but that's one of his features. Holding the basket as he circles Hobie again, this time sniffing him. "You don't have a mate, yet?"
"No, he's single."
Hobie sighs, "I don't believe in mating, or..." He stops himself when the deertaur came close to sniff his chest, "I mean... I don't necessary believe in most of our customs."
"Oh... that's too bad. I'm looking for a mate." Miles seems to already be attractive toward the dark skinned centaur, his eyes soften, "But after the battle against the humans, I don't think I'll be worthy being mated."
"Huh, why not?" Gwen gasps.
"I'm a bit smaller than most stags in my herd, and it's not really ideal!" Miles's lips quivers with big teary eyes, "Everyone mistake me for a doe, too!"
The two tries to calm him down. "It's because you're so cute!" Hobie added, "A lad like you being this adorable. They'll be stupid to not pick you as a mate..."
Gwen points out, "Miles, are you planning to be with a doe?"
"I wanna fall in love... I don't care who!" Miles nodded, then he turns his upper half to look at his tail, "I believe in being with someone by the heart," as he fluff his tail, "but most stags in my herd are all about getting the best. I hope with your herd I can find someone."
"You will! And it's this guy right here!" Gwen patted Hobie's back.
Hobie shouted, "GWEN!"
"What?" Gwen went over to Miles, "He's been eyeing on you ever since you got here."
"Gwendy! Don't tell him that." Hobie pitches his friend's cheeks.
"OWWW!"
Miles gasps out loud then look flustered, "Really? I'll be honest, when I first saw you, I thought you look so cool." That made the two centaurs stop playing around, they froze. The cute deertaur holds the basket while his shoulders lifts up being nervous as he talks, "I thought you were very handsome too. I thought no one wants to be my friend since I'm a deertaur and look like a doe."
Hobie quickly went over to Miles, his hands on his shoulders, "You shouldn't view so badly on yourself. So far, talking with you, you seem like a great person. Me and Gwendy would love to be your friend."
"That's very nice of you." He smiles at Hobie, "Do you guys wanna pick some berries with me? I'm planning to bring some to my mamí."
"Sure!" Gwen said, "Oh, you know there's sweeter berries over here by the river. It's so good."
"Oh, we can go there. My family love berries!" Miles end up holding Hobie's hand being more bold, "Is it fine if you show me the way?"
Hobie quickly nodded, he felt his whole body warm by the single touch of the deertaur, "YES! I will!" He own long black tail wags back and forth, somehow it went over Miles' little tail.
This made the small centaur smiles at him, only for him to lean on Hobie's chest, "Your very kind Hobie. I hope we can be great friends."
"Me too, Sunflower."
Gwen giggles seeing the two already close, "Mission complete." It won't be long till those two will become mates just in time for Spring festival, too!
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ripple-and-tide · 10 months
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So this morning a staffmate told me about the recent Miami Zoo Kiwi incident that’s come to light, and I’ve been fucking livid all day.
Just been reading through a bunch of articles (majority NZ news sources) and the Zoo’s official statement, and somehow it’s even worse than what my irate coworker was able to convey to me. Miami Zoo had the absolute fucking privilege of receiving a (North Isl. Brown (?)) kiwi egg to hatch and raise as a species you would never normally see outside our little island at the bottom of the world as part of a some global zoo wildlife initiative.
Brief brief summary: viral videos coming out of this kiwi (Paora) being put on a table and patted by paying customers under bright lights, having selfies taken, made to run around during the day, keeper pursuing him whenever he tried to hide in his box. All around blasé attitude from keeper talking about this bird while he’s being paraded about on display. There’s video footage but I could seriously only stomach watching it once. He’s been there for 4 years and in the wake of this outrage they’re claiming to be building him a ‘proper enclosure’ now. He’s been handled like this at least 4 times a week and his current enclosure has been 3x3m.
They had access to super fucking detailed information on how to take care of this very sensitive and specialized animal, and what the fuck do they do? Disregard ALL of it to sell cutesy, ~rare bird~, self-obsessed animal encounters.
Either you knowingly and intentionally went against SO. MUCH. vital animal husbandry or you are just such a fuckwit you legitimately think it was good animal handling, I don’t know which is worse honestly. If it’s the former, congratulations; American Capitalism continues to be the most nasty, disrespectful piece of shit I see regularly parading about in broad daylight. If it’s the latter, then are your staff for real just exotic pet-obsessed freaks who showed up one day in a uniform and you just went ‘yeah sure you can be a zookeeper good enough’. Shoutout to that ‘keeper’ who had Paora’s head pinned to the fucking table with his fist going ‘hohoh yeah he’s just like a dog he loves being pat on the head’ yeah sure thing idiot I bet your zookeeper degree taught you all animals and birds especially just love being slapped around and treated like dogs.
The thing that’s got me the most though, is how over the top and pitiful they are being in their apology; “we’ve offended a nation...”, “it should have never happened”, “we are so sorry this video has caused stress to people”, ok yeah but fuck what we think why is there exactly ZERO mention of the stress, harm and sheer exploitation you have put this animal through??? Like yes, Paora is a taonga species and that is certainly adding to the severity of this response, but in and of itself the fact that their official statement answers ONLY to humans’ responses and outrage and not the failure to care for this animal is telling as fuck to me.
I really liked reading iwi leader Paora Haitana’s response (who Paora the kiwi is named after), in much nicer words than me expressing deep concern over the harm to Paora, the disrespect it is to him as a taonga species and us as protectors of them, and also heavy, heavy emphasis on words holding no shape under the weight of everything that has happened; they need to follow through and follow through right now with adequate care.
Personally I’d like to see Paora moved to a zoo that actually cares about his needs and conservation education over selling clickbait. I feel the love and intention of bringing him home to Aotearoa, though I don’t know how realistic that is with the risk of introducing diseases from abroad into the NZ populations. I also would expect a thorough investigation of Zoo Miami’s husbandry for all their species and the credentials of their staff.
Thanks for coming along to rant o’ clock, I’ll be back to reblogging regular fandom shit now so please don’t follow me if you’re expecting more of my own content lol. Enjoy some great twitter banter from this mess
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Ice Cream for Dinner
Chicken pox sucks. Some Shu and Alex father-son caretaking with a shocking lack of angst. This is pure fluff folks. To the anons who requested stories with Shu and Ryo sick, they’re in progress! But this is Alex’s turn, lol. 2,275 words, no TWs, CW sick 13 year old.
It turns out that having a kid in school for the first time means getting sick with every nasty school kid disease they bring home, and it doesn't matter if that kid isn't in preschool - middle school works just as well. In the year since Alex has come to live with Shu, Shu's been sick enough to miss work at least five times and had the sniffles on and off for the rest of the year. 
He doesn't blame Alex, who seems to find Shu’s pathetic immune system somewhat amusing as long as Shu's relatively okay. Shu would rather Alex not worry about him anyways. However it definitely doesn't soften the blow that Alex stays healthy almost no matter what. He was sick once with that upper respiratory infection but that was it - otherwise the kid's been the picture of health and Shu wonders how such a skinny kid has such an immune system of steel. 
"What did your mother feed you?" Shu asked him after he was diagnosed with yet another round of strep throat that had left him absolutely miserable for the past several days, but had somehow completely missed Alex.
"Mostly cereal," Alex said dryly. It came with a heavy undertone of 'if at all.' Shu sighed and went back to blowing his nose miserably. It seemed there was no secret there other than youth and a big attitude. 
It was annoying to be sick all of the time, but Shu just kept telling himself that at least it wasn't Alex. Plus, on the bright side, he had pretty much infinite PTO to spend on sick days since he'd barely taken a vacation in the past ten years working for the same company. His most important job was to take care of Alex and as long as he could manage that while ill, he could avoid calling his mom to take over. That had only happened twice so far, which seemed like a win all things considered.
With all of this in mind, Shu was quite eager to enjoy the days when he was neither sick nor being called into the principal's office to discuss the behavior of his unruly charge. Both had been true this week and Shu told Alex that they were going to enjoy the Fall leaves with a walk on the Hudson. Alex rolled his eyes and told him he'd rather sit at home and watch paint dry.
"Well, too bad because there's no paint to watch dry," Shu said cheerfully. "Unless you'd like to change our activity to painting your bedroom together, those walls could use it." A fresh coat of paint would hide all the plastered-over holes Alex had punched through. But Alex seemed to think a walk was less painful (or at least significantly faster) than painting a room together, so chose the walk.
It was a bit cold out and Shu bundled up in a scarf and his warm peacoat. He encouraged Alex to wear his own warm coat and a hat, but of course that meant Alex did the exact opposite and wore his light Jean jacket, no hat, and what seemed like useless fingerless gloves. Shu didn't argue though, he was just glad they managed to get out the door. 
It was a pleasant walk on the river side, despite the cool breeze. Shu was happy about all the bright orange and red leaves, something Alex wasn't that used to given he'd spent most of his childhood in California. Shu did the vast majority of the talking, but that was to be expected. However after a while he noticed Alex shivering and subtly cut their walk short by crossing the closest bridge and turning towards the direction of the car to complete their loop.
"Want my scarf?" Shu asked casually. 
"Nah," Alex said. He looked distracted and kept scratching the back of his neck. 
Shu kept an eye on Alex as they walked back and noticed Alex seemed to be dragging his feet more and more the longer they walked. "You okay buddy?" Shu asked him.
"I'm fine," Alex responded predictably and picked up the pace. Shu went back to talking about Avatar the Last Airbender, hoping Alex would relate to Shu's fondness of it since it was known to be a popular cartoon. "Will you stop? I don't know that show," Alex snapped irritably. Well, that didn't work, Shu thought. They fell quiet until Shu caught Alex trailing behind again, this time itching his head.
Suddenly the thought of lice popped into Shu’s mind. He stopped and waited for Alex to bump into him. 
"What now?" Alex scowled. 
"Anyone at school have lice? Or scabies?" Shu asked cautiously. Alex made a disgusted face, though whether it was regarding the vermin or Shu himself was unclear. Possibly both.
"I don't have lice," Alex snapped. "Those don't feel like this."
"Then what does this feel like?" Shu asked, leaping on the fact that Alex had inadvertently admitted that some discomfort was present at all.
Alex growled and started jogging towards the car. Shu tried to keep up, but the kid was way too fast for his own good. At least, usually he was, except today by the time he reached the parking lot he was panting as hard as Shu was. He looked pale - well, paler than usual - and Shu frowned, moving his hand forward to check Alex for fever. Alex yelped and dodged him, glaring. "What are you doing?! Don't touch me!"
"I wanted to see if you had a fever. Bud, do you feel okay?" Shu asked.
"No, I feel like you just forced me on a stupid walk in the cold. Let's just go home already!" Alex snapped. Shu tried not to smile at the use of the word home as it most certainly would not earn him any points right now. He relented instead and got into the driver's seat, making sure Alex buckled up (once, this was another heated point of contention) before he pulled out of the gravel parking lot. 
The drive home was about thirty minutes. Alex leaned against the door and pulled his knees close to his chest, making him look ever more childish. He was thirteen and as gangly and tall as a mung bean sprout, Shu's mom said, but he still acted like a kid. He wasn't mature and given everything he'd been through, Shu expected it might take him longer than other kids to get a handle on his emotions. That didn't mean it was easy to get through all the fighting and outbursts, but Shu told himself it was just something they’d have to work through together. Alex was already doing so much better than when he'd first come to live with Shu, after all. Progress felt slow at times, but it was there. 
Progress was Alex admitting to Shu as they pulled into the driveway, "I don't feel good." 
Shu made himself not-smile at Alex trusting him to know that and said, "Let's get you inside and in bed then." Alex went straight to his room and changed into comfortable clothes, then dove under the blankets, shivering. Shu brought in the thermometer and Tylenol and sat on the edge of Alex's bed. Alex was scratching his chest and looked flushed.
"Can we take your temp?" Shu asked. Alex grumbled but obeyed. 100.8. Shu cringed - Alex really was sick. Shu felt bad he'd forced Alex to go out for a cold walk with a fever, but he hadn't known. "Sorry bud, you're definitely sick. Now what're you itching, can you show me?"
Alex reluctantly dropped his hand. Shu delicately peered at Alex's neck and down Alex's shirt. There were a handful of red marks that looked like pimples. Shu tried to think of what they would be and came to a quick conclusion: "Alex, have you had chickenpox before?"
Alex shook his head no. Shu grimaced. "Well I think you've got them now." Alex should have been vaccinated, but Shu suddenly remembered the long list of 'religious' waivers Alex's parents had signed to get him into school with the bare minimum of requirements. He'd been meaning to get those updated but they'd just been so busy that Shu must have forgotten to reschedule that vaccine clinic visit they'd missed. Crap. If Shu remembered correctly, there wasn't much to do for chicken pox other than stop Alex from itching and keep the fever down. "I think I'll call the pediatrician. Maybe we can avoid a trip to the office for you, okay?"
That seemed to earn Shu a few points and Alex nodded. Shu called the doctor's office from his spot on Alex's bed and managed to get a nurse on the phone who went over the list of symptoms, which Shu then relayed to Alex before confirming or denying. Headache? Check. Sore throat? Check. Itchy rash that looked like little red bumps? Definitely. 
"Sounds like chicken pox, and if he does have them it's better you keep him at home away from any other kids at the office," the nurse said. "No school until the blisters are gone, about a week. Keep him from scratching. You can do Tylenol and calamine lotion and Benedryl but as long as his fever stays under 102 after meds he should be fine. Good luck." 
Shu didn't know if he liked the sound of her good luck, because that meant she thought he'd need it. Shu sighed and hung up. "Well, guess you've got all of next week off school," Shu said. "Any requests? Books? Soup?"
"I wanna sleep," Alex said grouchily. Shu had expected that. He made sure Alex took his Tylenol and gave him a bottle of calamine lotion to dot onto the pox and then left him alone to stew in his teenage misery. He was sure Alex’s friend Ryo would be getting a slew of upset texts any second now. 
Shu mostly tried to let Alex be alone like he wanted, but the problem was that Alex got bored very quickly and soon wandered out to the rest of the house, scratching and whining about anything and everything. Shu tried to remind himself that Alex probably felt like crap and wasn’t purposefully being a pain - probably. After Alex’s third pass through the living room though Shu made him sit on the couch and insisted on putting calamine lotion on Alex’s back where he couldn’t reach. He supposed it was a testament to how uncomfortable Alex really was that it didn’t become an argument.
By the next morning Alex’s spots had turned into angry looking blisters and he got upset every time Shu told him not to scratch. Shu tried to tape oven mitts on Alex’s hands like his mom suggested but Alex was too old to put up with that and nearly decked him in the face. “Alex, don’t hit me,” Shu said sternly. Alex glared but didn’t try it again. 
The fever was worse. The headache was worse. Alex could barely talk because his throat hurt so much. When Shu took a look down Alex’s throat with his phone flashlight he could see how red it was; google said he probably had chicken pox in his throat and that liquid Benadryl could help. He set Alex up on the couch and took a quick trip to the pharmacy, purchasing basically everything he could think of to get Alex to settle down and came home with two bags full of supplies. Alex was napping with the TV on, and Shu didn’t think there was any point in waking the beast before he had to so just sat next to him and let him sleep.
Alex looked particularly young with chicken pox blisters all over his skin and limp, messy hair that was damp from a tenuous fever. Shu sighed fondly as he watched him and thought to himself that this week couldn’t go by fast enough. Eventually Alex woke up, predictably grumpy, and Shu pulled out all the stops. He made vanilla pudding on the stove because that always tasted better than the pre-packaged stuff. He served Alex tea and Gatorade with a curly straw, which Alex called stupid but didn’t remove. He slathered Alex’s entire body with calamine lotion and probably gave him a bit more Benadryl than was strictly the correct dose, but he felt terrible about how miserable Alex seemed. The fever stayed manageable though, so Shu was able to keep him at home at least.
Around dinner time, Shu made Alex soup and served it on the couch. “How’re you holding up, bud?” He asked, sitting next to his miserable, blanket-covered kid.
“This sucks,” Alex croaked. “I hate chicken pox.”
Shu couldn’t help but laugh a little, which earned him a glare from Alex. “I know, it sucks a lot. But this is the worst day, it’ll get better. In the meantime, let’s have some soup.”
“I don’t want soup,” Alex grumped. 
“So what do you want?” Shu asked patiently.
Alex looked away, pulling the blanket closer around himself. “...Ice cream?” He mumbled.
“Alright,” Shu said easily.
Alex looked at him in surprise. “Really?” He asked, his voice rising one tone in excitement, although he was clearly trying not to get his hopes up.
“Sure. Ice cream for dinner it is. You get special treats when you’re sick, you know?” Alex hadn’t known, it seemed. Shu served him a large bowl of vanilla ice cream with chocolate syrup and Alex ate the whole thing. Then he fell asleep next to Shu as Shu ate the now cold soup, a satisfied, sugary smile on the boy’s face.
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fineanddandy · 2 years
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The DILF Next Door — Three
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Summary: An incident at the kids’ school has you and Chris face to face after he stood you up the night before. And boy, does have plans to make amends…
Relationship: dilf!destroyer!Chris x black!reader
Warnings: infidelity/cheating, open relationship situations, graphic language, late night creep, smut, rough passionate sex, oral sex (fem receiving), 18+
A/N: wheeeew boy the plot thickens! Felt like this smut is long af but watch I’m gonna read it back and it’ll be nothing 😂 anyway, it’s a little cute, a little nasty and a little messy but hey you know how I do
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Toss and turn, get ready for work, drop Nev off at school, get to work, sit through two boring ass meetings and have lunch. Still no word from Chris. Your anger boils right beneath the surface but you try to remain…mature about this situation. You didn’t move to get entangled with a married man, no, your job and your daughter are your only priorities. So he didn’t text you, fine, that’s not a problem. The problem is…well…you thought he was different, but stupid of you to believe that. Disappointment comes with the territory of being interested in another person. So you do your best not to be mad at Chris and accept that it’s his first strike. And just because you’re damaged doesn’t mean every man is against you. He’s still a good man, a good dad, it’s just you’re a little butthurt and whole lot of horny. Staring out your office window running through all your thoughts, you check your attitude so you can move past it.
Besides, you did see Anne’s car unexpectedly in the driveway when you left the house this morning. She’d been gone for days what kind of mom could away from their kid that long? Oh that set your brows back to irritated. Anne…what’s her fuckin deal? You couldn’t help but wonder why was she like that. Why does she treat Chris like leftovers she no longer had an appetite for when he does so much for their family. Most wives don’t even get the pleasure of having such a present husband, a hands on dad. So, what, because he wasn’t the typical brief case toting, 401K managing, sit on my ass and scratch my balls piece of shit, she didn’t want him? All you can do is assume, and speculate and despise her since you don’t even know the whole story. Probably will never get it with the way Chris gets all weird when you bring it up. Maybe he’s hiding something terrible that happened so the maybe your hate for Anne is blind as fuck. Your cell ringing in your purse grabs your attention. Damn it’s the school calling. You never get a call from the school.
“Nev is fine, a little riled up but fine.” Her teacher spoke calmly since you’re already on ten from all your anxiety. “I’m calling because…she really socked Max’s bully in the nose after lunch and she’s in a bit of trouble for it. Is it possible for you to come down…”
You sigh, relax, almost laugh, as you hear the story of Nev poppin this kid fuckin with Max in her teacher’s classroom. Sitting in a little kid chair next to a peeved Nev, you hide your smirking lips behind your fingers rubbing across tip of your nose, listening to her teacher say,
“They were lined up in the hallway to return to class and according to Nev, Jeffrey kept pushing Max into the wall.”
“Mama Max kept saying stop!” Nev interrupts sitting up in her chair annoyed but you calmly push her back, and shush her so her teacher can talk.
“And when he didn’t stop, Nev here took action into her own hands.”
Her tiny fists more like it. None of this surprises you though you did raise her to defend herself and anyone she cared about and she really cares about Max. You glance down at your tiny boxer, pretend to be upset when really you’re nothin but a proud mama. But play like the mad mama so you can get out of here and treat her for doing what a good friend should.
“Jeffery…how bad?” Jeffery sounds like douche, a bully and you hope she really laid him out.
Her teacher waves her hand. “Just a little blood but okay. He’s having a conference with his parents and the principal about bullying.”
Good, little asshole. “And Max?”
“Sitting in the front office, waiting on his parents.”
Shit. So you might see Chris and Anne if you don’t get the hell on. “So is Nev in trouble here? Why aren’t we talking to the principal?” For the first time ever, you might add because Nev usually stays in her lane.
Sighing back into her seat, her teacher looks over your little girl and grins. “Nev’s a good kid, makes good grades, and I see that she and Max are becoming good friends. She was just protecting him.” Then she switches her sights back to you proudly smiling down on her. “Max needs a friend like her. So I thought I would talk to you and you can handle the situation yourself. Make this look official.”
Perfect. You both dodged a huge bullet and it was all due to her good behavior. Collecting your kid’s backpack, you thank her for her time, for being on your brainwave and head for the decorated door hoping you won’t catch Chris and Anne on the way out. Petting back her curly hair, you check on your little lightweight fighter.
“Are you okay little one? Does your hand hurt?”
“I’m fine mama. Can I go check on Max?”
She asks you with those big puppy dog eyes of hers. The exit is right there as you two approach the front office. You didn’t want to tell her no but you weren’t ready to see him and his shit wife as a unit after being so intimate with him. But Max was still sitting alone and waiting, you notice as you guys look through the glass windows of the office. He needed his best friend.
“Yeah…go ahead hun. I’ll be right outside ok?”
You usher her in, speaking to the secretary and little Max who’s still sniffling and teary eyed, traumatized from the incident earlier. Nev gives him a big hug and apologizes for what she did as you walk out even prouder of your little person. Looks like you’re doing something right as a single parent so yeah, you’re a little proud of yourself as well. Your girl did a good thing today, probably made some future asshole reconsider his lifestyle. Chin held high, chuckling and grinning softly to yourself, you push through the front doors of the school to meet the warm afternoon sun…aaaand the two individuals you necessarily didn’t want to see. Damn near bumped into them if Chris didn’t call out your name; you’re too busy picturing a tiny fist hitting a little nose with a comic strip BAM!
“Oh! Uh…” You dart an anxious glance between the pair of their wide nervous eyes, “hey guys…” You can hardly look at him without getting all flustered, fuck, you are so stuck. And he’s so close with his wife right there as if it’s not telling.
Together in a panic, they ask, “how are they?!”
You adjust Nev’s backpack on your shoulder with an uneasy smile, a worried breath. “Oh they’re fine. Well, they’re both upset but uh…in their own ways. Max is a bit shaken up but Nev’s with him.”
Anne doesn’t waste another second she pushes pass you to get to her son, leaving you two to face each other but at least there’s a distraction already set in place. Your fingers wring her strap, looking down at your pointed toed heels, unsure of what to say to him. Where he should be apologizing, there were no words because he doesn’t know what to say either. He was worried about you, the kids, Anne’s unexpected return; he knows he should say sorry but his mind races. No words race to his tongue though. Kids on the playground scream and shout. Cars slowly drive by the school. Chris just stares down at you with heavy breaths, ingesting how good you look a little professional but a little sexy, and how he just wants to rip your dress shirt open and suckle at your chest. His urges only make him feel dumber for not calling you sooner to explain what happened last night. You’re upset with him, he can see it in your grip on Nev’s backpack, and he feels even worse. He has to something say something to break the tension it’s starting to drive him crazy.
“Got a little fighter on your hands.”
If you laugh, even just a little, he’ll know he’s still good. And you do, because suddenly that Batman WHAM, all retro and loud, fills your mind’s eye. Her little fists. You have to wonder what she yelled as she swung.
“Mm yeah, looks like it.” You hum another snicker shaking your head. “Should put her in a boxing class huh.” That’s actually not a horrible idea. If she could make a six year old bleed…you still can’t meet his antsy stare beaming down on you.
He can tell you’re serious and you should be. A girl strong headed like Nev could benefit from training. “Coincidentally enough, I know a gym.”
You grin down at your feet. “Of course you do.” He’s so fuckin hot and cool it only makes sense that Chris has sparred before. Imagine him shirtless, sweaty, those chiseled muscles red and veiny, fists tight and knuckles raw. Maybe a cut on his lip or across his cheek. Menacing. Beastly. Suddenly you forgot what you were mad about. “Bet you could teach me a thing or two.”
Biting your lip you finally look up at him with a dangerous look in your eye that sends all the blood rushing straight to his cock. His nostrils flare with a muted growl. An indecent smirk creeps up his scruffy cheeks as he takes a step closer to smell you when really he wanted to kiss you.
“Sign up for my Masterclass.” Chris muses softly bracing your elbow drawing you in, so relieved to look into your beautiful eyes again. “I’m so sorry about last night sweetness please…please don’t be mad at me.” A slight tingle crawls up your arm as his thumb brushes over your warm skin, and he drops his chin closer to your ear. You try to get ahold of yourself but it’s useless you tremble anyway. Can hardly breathe. “Wanna make it up to you. Wanna show you how truly,” to put emphasis on his words he strengthens his hold, “and deeply sorry I am for standing you up. Hate to disappoint you YN…”
You steady your dizzy head with a slow meditative breath, allowing is enticing whispers to swim around your brain. That shit sounds so damn good and all but…when. If you have to wait another night, you were going to combust into a cloud of smoke. You can’t take living on the edge much longer it was really beginning to wear you down.
“Anne coming home threw me off,” Chris explains when he senses your hesitancy, “and I didn’t know how to tell you sweetness please.”
You hear him but you aren’t a fan of excuses. You’ve had your share. “You could have text me, Chris. Today. This morning.”
But he’s begging with those steel blue eyes. “I hear you. And you’re right I’m sorry…please…”
Your eyes fall down and around his pretty face, inspecting for a flicker of bullshit but nothing there. Just the handsome fucker you’re falling for. It’s his ticket to his second chance.
“Maybe.”
Your indecision falters his confidence a bit but he knows you, knows you like to play hard to get, so he accepts. Chris gives you some air with a crooked smirk, nodding as he reaches for the door handle with a flirty wink. That maybe will turn into a beautiful chorus of yes’s later.
“I’ll escort Max’s bodyguard out.”
Anne watched you two from the down the hall while Max gathered his things for the day. Nev in tow, keeping a protective arm around his shoulders. Looks like she’s right her husband is into the single mom next door. And you two have been intimate it seems she can tell by the way he looks at you. Chris used to look at her like that for a little while before she started to show him that she didn’t want him anymore. Anne wanted to make it work but she had to be honest with herself. If it wasn’t for Max, she’d probably have nothing to do with Chris. Yes he was a good dad and had changed his lifestyle to be that man for him but he still wasn’t the man she could fall in love with. He’ll never be. Hopefully he’s the man someone like you could fall in love with. From where she stood, you seemed to be. Anne grins at Chris as he jogs over to get Nev.
“Everything good?” He asks peeking his head into the classroom.
“Yeah he’s okay. Nev calmed him down.” She watches him observe them with this loving smile that speaks volumes. Chris keeps his focus on them like she isn’t even there. “Glad Max has a friend like her. They seem to spend a lot of time together.”
Anne’s baiting him again. “They do.” He cuts his eyes over at her, challenging her to shutup.
“They’re cute. Kinda like…brother and sister…don’t you think?” Anne nudges a nod at them walking over, stifling back an up to no good smirk as Chris’s nostrils flare.
“Anne, stop.”
“Ready?” She calmly asks Max and Nev, ignoring him killing her with his glare. Taking their hands to walk them out, she whispers over, “When you’re ready to be honest, let me know.”
Nev was so confused when you offered up to treat her to whatever she wanted. She knew she did right by standing up for Max but she also knew that hitting someone at school isn’t allowed, so why were you in such a good mood? Why weren’t you fussin? Why was she getting ice cream?
“Mama you sure I’m not in trouble?” She asks from across the kitchen table, bowl of strawberry ice cream untouched. What if it’s a trap.
Just to show her you’re not upset, you smile big and pinch her cheek. “Nah you’re good twin.” But she still won’t pick up her spoon, so you give it to her straight. “Understand, what you did for Max was right. Sometimes you’ve got to break the rules. I’m proud of you baby. Just don’t make it a habit okay?”
Nev hesitantly picks up her spoon, her grin growing the more she peers up at you.
“Yes ma’am.”
Chris didn’t tell Anne exactly where he was going. Out with some friends, that’s all he said as he headed out the door. And some friends he did go see for about an hour or so. Had a few drinks, some good laughs before he was taking his exit, pulling his phone out to call you like he promised. It’s getting late, but if he heads over now, Anne will think he’s still out with his friends. All the secrecy wasn’t necessary but he really wasn’t ready to have that talk with his wife yet. Everything is fresh, and he didn’t want to rush anything by announcing his split because ultimately, that’s what it would all boil down to. Then it’s conversations about custody and the house yada, yada. Too soon.
“Chris,” you answer with a yawn. You’d fallen asleep watching a show on Hulu. Realizing how late it is you worry. “What’s up? You ok?”
“Come let me in sweetness.”
You jump up in the bed. “Huh?!” And Chris just darkly chuckles at the surprise in your shout. You gun for your mirror, mentally going down your pre-sex checklist as you do something cute with your hair.
“Ssshhhh baby…come on. Come open the door for daddy...”
Thankfully you already had on something pretty enticing, a matching underwear set and your kimono that’s flying out behind you as you race to the door for your daddy. Sends a chill down your spine. You’d hope he would show and fuckin right he did. There he stood beneath your porch light, all alluring and fatal, leaning up against the frame.
“Mm good evening…” Chris can’t believe his eyes seeing you in stand there in your underwear, robe slippin down your shoulder. Can’t take his smoky eyes off your tits sitting perfectly in that push up bra he tastes his thin lips. “This is nice. Is this for me?” His thick fingertips pinch and soothe the silky hem of your robe as he takes a dominant step inside. And his abrasiveness takes your breath, ignites the flame that burns your cheeks. His fingers continue to slide on down until they reach your tingling hip dying for his calloused prints to grab ahold.
“I’m for you.” Bracing both sides of his soft fuzzy head you pull Chris into your whispering lips. He smells like orange bitters and weed. His goatee tickles your chin as you faintly graze your warm pants of breath. “I’m for you daddy.”
His palms are clammy but strong on the small of your back, guiding you directly to his narrow hips so you can feel how hard he gets when you call him daddy. Can’t hear it enough. Your burning midsections meet, and grind, and you guys whimper as your sloppy wet tongues intertwine.
“Mmmm yeah you are sweetness,” Chris hums into your lips locked, gripping your ass so hard you inhale sharply and claw his scalp. Your legs clamor up his pants legs as he helps you up, slipping his fingertips into the damp crotch of your panties. “Pussy made just for me,” you cry out his name as one of his fingers dip into your squishy hole, “can’t get her off my mind.”
Chris swirls his finger around inside you while he sucks up under your chin, carrying you trembling and whining over to the sofa. First stop on his make up tour. He sits you down, then falls to his knees, pulling your panties off with frenzied fingers. He isn’t lying he can’t stop thinking about how exquisite your juices taste, obsessed with how insanely wet his dick he makes her when he’s digging you out. He’s going to be inside you until you beg him to give you a break but even then he won’t stop because he’s fuckin addicted to your drive. Chris grabs ahold of the back of your knees and jerks your weak body further down into the seat with a carnivorous smile, reinserting his dancing fingers back inside your throbbing folds, and sits up on his knees to steal another erotic kiss. Y’all are trying to do your best to keep all your sounds on the low. Can’t wake Nev but then again it feels so goddamn good to be connected you almost don’t give a fuck. You’re left breathless as Chris kneels back down on the carpet, plucking your panties off the ground and stuffing them into your dry noisy mouth.
“Shh, shh sweetness. Gotta be quiet,” he whispers pressing two fingers covered with your creamy wetness into your parted lips, “no matter how fuckin good it gets.” Chris chuckles at your muffled tiny whimpers as he traces them leaving a trail of your essence on every wrinkle in your pink skin. God you wish you could lick them clean but he reads your mind and does it himself. “Understood sweetness?”
You nod and fist the cushion, barely mewling behind your panties drenched with your drool. Your gaze falls with Chris lowering his smirking lips towards your fluttering folds asking for a sweet, sweet kiss. He pulls them apart and slowly licks each one keeping his sights set on you hyperventilating and intently watching him french kiss your messy pussy. Watching him go to work only heightened the experience because it’s so damn beautiful the way he turns his neck from side to side, swirls and flickers his broad tongue around your swollen clit, fucks you with three fingers and falls into your loving gaze. And even with him slurping and smacking between your thighs, you keep all your wailing to a minimum. Only wanna please daddy who is doing his best to please you. Chris has got to make amends.
Tears stream down the sides of your face as you quietly keen and bow your back off the couch, fighting yourself to shutup the closer he beckons your orgasm with each curl of his tongue against your g-spot. You mildly grunt and wheeze, ride his chin that’s meeting your rolling hips, focus on the building rumble of your impending climax. No sound. You promised. But you wanna scream his name as you convulse attached to his vacuum sealed lips, squirting your cum over his tastebuds and down his guzzling throat that hums with absolute pleasure. And he doesn’t stop until you settle slouched with drunkish eyelids, image of him wiping his chin with the back of his hand fading in and out.
Chris takes you by your limp hands and pulls you up into his sturdy arms. “Not yet sweetness,” he whispers removing your ruined panties from your tired jaw then wipes away your drying tears and drool. “Still gotta prove myself to you.”
He doesn’t think he’s done enough? Your body was already so worn from him devouring a piece of your soul like an appetizer. How can you take his perfect dick after all of that? So tired all you can do is huff a pathetic sigh and drape you spaghetti noodle arms around his shoulders as he collects your exhausted legs.
“Oh daddy…it’s too much I can’t…” You shake your fatigued head but Chris believes in you, nodding with a lewd crooked smile, effortlessly picking you up as he stands.
“Yes, yes you can baby,” he coaches tenderly in your ear, carrying you to your bedroom, “it’s not enough…I can never get enough of you.”
You release a delicate hiss, “ssshiiiit…” when Chris fists your hair, stretching your neck to the side just so he can nibble his way down to your collarbone. But then right back up with big sloppy open mouth kisses, flat tongue lapping up to your earlobe, taking a bite with a menacing growl—fuckin hell—this man…this man is a monster. Holding you up by your feeble thighs, relentlessly rutting his stiff cock raging behind his zipper into your messy spread. He huffs and grunts hushed obscenities, all the nasty things he wants to do to you and as he spoke, his voice would crack behind his longing. With each hitch, your skin shudders…all the way down to your sensitive pussy. Only the third time you two have fucked around together and…Chris owned you.
Once he’s at the foot of your bed, he drops you on the mattress, and tears his shirt off over his head. Licking and biting his bottom lip that still smelled like you, his lust blown pupils eat you up all sprawled out over the vintage print of your robe. Your chest heaving so your tits are about to pour out of the cups of your bra. All you can do is stare, like really take him in and shake your head, whisper fuck as your eyes scale over his massive chest piece that you love…all the scars imprinted into his rippling muscles. Fuck.
He unbuckles his belt, and the tiny clinking of the metal makes your pussy quiver. “Take it off.” Your bra, he means, flicking his chin at it. “Wanna see every inch of your skin sweetness.”
As you reach around to unhook your bra, Chris unzips and drops his pants, revealing every inch of his twitching cock to the dimly lit room. You choke on a gasp, because witnessing it…him…as a full thick bodied unit is…a work of art. He loves how hard you gape, sights jumping from his delicious smirk down to his cock, back up to that chest piece but then back down to his toned legs when he slowly sinks a knee into the bed. Crawling up your soft brown legs, he grazes his goatee along your calf muscle and you can feel him grin at the way your breath gradually hitches. Can feel your skin burn the higher he travels. Looking into his dark eyes, you run your shaky fingers through his short auburn hair, crying out when his pouty wet lips trail over your knee. Chris hums a teasing chuckle abandoning the curve of your knee to fill in the space between your lips with a subtle moan.
You almost can’t believe he’s here, in your bed, in between your thighs, while everyone’s obliviously sleeping. His family. Your kid. You almost don’t care with the way he fucks into you, roughly grunting into the palm of your hand as you whine into his. Neither of you can take how amazing it feels, how connected you guys are not only physically but emotionally…it’s clear as day in your eyes, in his. He’s just a good fuck, you try to convince yourself but your focus on him never wavered as you guys so your best not to wake up Nev.
“Sorry I neglected you sweetness.” Chris pants into your sweaty face, bracing the small of your back with his swole arm. Picking up the pace he frenches back your high pitched moans, smacking his red hips off the back of your thighs. Feels like he’s been fuckin you for hours he probably should get home soon but he didn’t want to stop making you squirt all over his dick and balls like that. Between that and the way he can still hear you call out his name with his tongue down your throat…it’s enough to make him fuckin bust.
“So sorry I let you down.” He hisses into the back of his hand that’s returned to muffle back your blissful sighs. “I’ll do better sweetness daddy promises.”
You relinquish a dirty groan and whine into his salty palm, feeling his promises and your oncoming orgasm, plush walls choking out his veiny shaft. Chris doesn’t stop, really bucking his hips now, doesn’t care what time it is or who can hear he’s determined to make you feel him in your sleep. While you act like everything’s normal in your office tomorrow. Like you didn’t get fucked into by your hot as fuck neighbor. He huffs a breathless chuckle as he watches your eyes roll back into your skull. Your voice gone silent, hell, maybe you even stopped breathing but didn’t matter. You’re right there…he’s right there…he’s blowing your back and your mind ho-oooly shit…holy shit!
“You accept me sweetness? Accept my apology?”
Chris rehabilitates you with loving kisses up and down the bridge of your nose, holding you so close as you gasp for air. How are you even conscious enough to nod yes to that stupid ass question. Fuck yeah you forgive him. Right now, Chris can do no wrong for a really, really long time. Yeah you accept him just as he is. You ground yourself in his scent, run your weak fingertips over the softness of his buzzcut. You wish he didn’t have to go. You could lay naked with him like this for days and days and days…
“Stay a little longer…” you plead as he gets dressed even though you knew he would turn you down. But Chris wishes he could. Just look at that pout.
“I’ll see you in a few hours.” He sinks his teeth into your bottom lip then kisses you goodbye, cupping your cheek, getting one last look at you glowing. “Get some sleep. I’ll lock the door.”
He always leaves you with a little hop in his step, feeling so calm and giddy, relishing in the smell of your immaculate pussy, grabbing his dick still tingling. Damn he wanted to stay, love up on you as you peacefully slept then woke you up with breakfast. Chris wanted a life with you. He hated to be without you, and he missed you so much already. The only way to remedy this ache, to get what he really wants, was to do the one thing he wasn’t ready for. Talk to his shit wife.
The house is dark. Still. Good, he can avoid Anne’s probing and insinuating comments. When he’s ready, feels absolutely sure you, he’ll present the full situation. Until then it’s none of her business. It’s just Anne wasn’t willing to let it die. A living room lamp clicks on, busting Chris who heaves a hard irritated sigh. He sharply turns to his right. Anne sits on the couch, patting the seat next to her.
“Let’s talk.”
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thisgirlnamedblusy · 10 months
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Hi, I've been reading and rereading all of your works, I love then so much.
I was wondering if I might be able to request a work? If you don't want to that's totally cool too, no pressure.
Could I perhaps request one where the reader is a student and Marilyn lures her in with like a motherly comfort, but it's dark. Maybe some smut? She kinda manipulates her into helping her with her plan.
If not that's totally fine, thank you so much.
Yesss! Here it is!! I hope you like it. Maybe it's too long, I'm sorry, I was inspired :) Sorry about the language mistakes too.
I hate them, just like you
Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill/Laurel Gates x Fem Student! Reader
Warnings: Smut, mentions of bullying, angst, dark suggested themes
Word count: 4,113
Summary: You’re not happy at Nevermore. Some of your classmates are behaving badly with you for no reason. But Marilyn is there to support you, maybe in a way you can even imagine.
N/A: Requests are open. I write them in order, be patient :) Sorry about language mistakes.
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"On guard!" the fencing teacher said.
You were shaking. Of all the rivals you could have had, it had to be the "fabulous Bianca." No one seemed to care that she had knocked you down three times.
Your parents told you that studying at Nevermore would be the best for you, that going to an unknown place on the other side of the country could be good for you. It was the complete opposite. Your weirdo status only changed the location. Your telekinetic powers were something out of the ordinary, but it seems that being surrounded by people stranger than you was not a solution. You were shy, but you were not afraid of contact with people. It was the people who seemed scared of you. There were some nice people at the academy, no doubt, boys and girls who treated you like one of them. But most of them were just as indifferent to you as your former San Diego classmates.
You were a good student, an extraordinary one, in fact. Thanks to that, you began to earn the envy of your classmates, and, especially, “the dance queen Barclay’s.” You never did anything to her, but she seemed to hate you.
You tried to defend yourself, but she was too good. After a few moves, the siren made you fall to the ground again. You hurt your wrist, but as much as you looked around for help, no one seemed to care about you.
“It seems that you are not a danger for me, (Y/N),” Bianca told you, with a superb and petulant tone. You glared at her, but you were more worried about your wrist.
“Are you alright, (Y/N)?” The teacher asked you, approaching passively.
“I, I think I hurt my wrist, sir,” you said, embarrassed and hurt. He probably tried to hide it, but you managed to see how the one who was supposed to take care of you rolled his eyes and, listlessly, helped you get up.
“Go to the infirmary, let the nurse to take a look at that wrist,” he said, after which he turned his back on you. You nodded and left the class. You noticed Barclay's satisfied look on your nape.
The nurse moved your wrist in every possible way, causing you a horrible pain.
“It's just a sprain, nothing serious,” she told you, taking some bandages. “You should be more careful next time, this material is not free.”
You were used to the indifference and contempt of most of your classmates, and even some teachers. But everything has its limit, and you were about to reach yours. You stormed out of the infirmary, trying not to overthink the nasty attitude of the woman who was supposed to help you.
You went down the stairs until you reached the ground floor. Fortunately, there is always a ray of hope for you. And that hope had a name and surname. Marilyn Thornhill, your botany teacher was there, talking to one of your classmates. She was different from the rest of the people who lived in Nevermore. She was good, kind. She never treated you badly, she always congratulated you for your good work and she always had a smile for you. Maybe it was because she was the only normi on the staff, but you felt that somehow, a person like her shouldn't be there. You couldn't deny that admiration you felt for her wasn't just platonic.
Going downstairs, you caught her eye and she walked towards you, looking down at your bandaged wrist.
“(Y/ N), are you okay?” She asked you, concerned, gently taking your arm to look at your wrist more closely. Your cheeks blushed when you felt her touch on your body, it was impossible for you to hide it.
“I, I hurt myself during the fencing class,” you said, stuttering. She looked at you with a tender smile and let go your arm.
“Poor thing,” she said, putting a hand to your cheek. You don't know how it didn't burn her hand. Your skin burned and your legs began to shake. Before you could enjoy her comfort from, someone tapped you on the shoulder and laughed mischievously. Bianca.
“How clumsy you are, (Y/N),” she told you, stopping and crossing her arms. Your shame turned to anger.
“Barclay…” Marilyn said, with a warning tone.
The mermaid ignored the redhead and continued to laugh mockingly.
“Look, guys, the baby has hurt herself…” She said, causing laughter from her companions. You couldn't take it anymore.
“Shut up, Bianca,” you hissed, beginning to quicken your breath.
“What have you said? I thought you were telling me to shut up. Do you think you're smarter than me, (Y/N)? You're pathetic. No wonder no one loves you.”
“That’s Enough!” Marilyn yelled, trying to bring some order to the impending chaos. “Barclay, get out of here before I call Principal Weems,” she told the siren, placing a hand on your shoulder. Bianca continued with her mood.
“That’s it, (Y/N), go crying to Miss Thornhill, so she can protect you…” Bianca said, mockingly.
That was the straw that broke the camel's back. You took two steps forward and extended your hand towards the girl. She mysteriously slipped and fell backwards to the ground. You smiled when you saw her fall, and she looked at you scared.
“What the hell are you doing?” She asked, sitting up.
“You bastard!” you yelled, lunging at her. You fell hard on top of her and grabbed her jacket, your eyes bloodshot.
“Shut up! Shut up, shut up! Shut the fuck up!” You yelled, shaking the young woman. That scene caught the attention of everyone who passed by, but you didn't think, the anger that you had been accumulating for weeks exploded, and you thought there was no way to stop it.
“(Y/N), let her go!” Marilyn said, grabbing you and pulling you back. You cried with rage, but you decided to obey. Bianca looked at you stunned and terrified, at least you had managed to scare her.
“Calm down, darling, calm down…” The redhead told you, dragging you away from the siren's reach.
That incident did not go unnoticed. Soon you were called to the principal's office. Luckily, Marilyn accompanied you, as a witness to what happened.
“(Y/N), I am deeply disappointed with you. You have assaulted a classmate,” Larissa scolded you. You were standing there, head down. “Of course I'm going to have to tell your parents.”
“No, please, please…” You begged.
“This is a serious fact, (Y/N). Although you are the best student here, I can't turn a blind eye to this.”
“Excuse me, Principal Weems,” the redhead intervened. “I was present. That girl, Bianca Barclay, was teasing (Y/N).”
You looked at her hopefully. No one had ever bothered to defend you in any way.
“What do you mean, Miss Thornhill?” Larissa asked, interested in her words.
“That girl has been making life impossible for (Y/N) for weeks, just take a look,” Marilyn said, pointing to your wrist. “It has even caused her an injury to her wrist. Maybe if someone had done something to prevent it, the poor girl wouldn't have reached the limit of her patience.”
Larissa sighed, staring at you. You were somehow excited to hear how the woman you admired came to your defense. It definitely wasn't all bad at that academy.
“(Y/N), this time I won't call your parents. But if you have a problem with Barclay, tell it to me or to Miss Thornhill if you prefer so,” Weems said, being understanding for once. "Anyway I think the fair thing to do would be to punish you too. We cannot afford to reward violence.”
“I, I'll take care of that, Principal Weems, she will stay with me to help me at the conservatory after class. If it seems fine to you, of course,” Marilyn said.
That was anything but a punishment. Marilyn and you, alone. Larissa said that violence should not be rewarded, but that punishment was the greatest reward for you.
“Okay then.”
You left the office looking at the ground. You were nervous, angry and helpless, but also deeply grateful. You walked in quietly next to Marilyn. Now you just wanted to go to your room and cry all you needed to.
“Thank you, Ms. Thornhill,” you whispered, unable to meet her eyes, as you felt a tear fall down your cheek.
“You’re welcome, honey. Call me Marilyn, by the way,” she told you.
You got to your room and opened the door. You wanted to be alone but at the same time, you needed her company, but logically, you wouldn't dare to ask her.
“Do you want me to be stay with you for a while, honey?” She asked, as if she had somehow read your mind.
You nodded sobbing.
The two of you entered your lonely room. You hadn't even been lucky enough to have a shared room. There you were alone, like most of the time at Nevermore.
You sat on the bed and she next to you.
“(Y/N), I know you've had a bad time, but you have to know how to get over it,” she told you, putting a hand on your leg.
“I've never known how to do it, Miss Thorn… Marilyn. I've always been the weirdo, the outcast. My parents thought that coming here things would be easier. But the only thing I have achieved has been to be marginalized within a school of marginalized people,” you confessed, while the sobs became more and more frequent.
The redhead looked at you tenderly, and she wiped away your tears. Her gestures of consolation were for you like a dose of joy, in your world of sadness.
“Maybe they're right, and I'm a weirdo, someone to avoid…” You sobbed, shedding more tears than she could wipe away.
“Don't say that kind of things honey. It's not true,” she whispered to you with a voice that almost hypnotized you. “You are a wonderful girl. Smart, pretty...”
That made you smile. No one had bothered to say similar words to you. Not even your parents. They were always so worried about their work that surely you were nothing more than a burden, a burden to be rid of by sending her away from them.
“I know what do you feel. I don't fit in here too well either. I feel isolated and ignored, simply for being normi, how curious, right? The outcasts have always considered themselves victims of discrimination, but when someone different enters their world they behave the same way.” Her words took on a slightly dark tone, in your opinion. You had no idea that she had been experiencing something similar.
“That, that's not fair,” you said, calming your crying.
“I know, but that's life, honey,” she whispered.
You nodded, watching your feet dangle off the bed. Words have long since ceased to have an effect on your state of mind. You needed more, something more.
“Ma, Marilyn… Can I… Can I hug you? Please,” you said with a small voice. You didn't even know why you asked that. You immediately regretted it.
“Of course, come here,” she answered you unexpectedly. Your heart began to pound and your hands began to sweat. You moved a bit, but she did the rest, hugging you gently, burying your face in her shoulder.
Your arms at first stayed at your sides, but as the tears began to flow again, your arms went around her back.
Marilyn gently stroked your hair. You had never felt anything like this. To say that it was pure admiration was just a filthy lie. What you felt was love, and that made you cry more intensely, to hug that woman, knowing that you could never be loved the same way. It was an impossible, unrequited love.
“Shh. Don't cry, my love... I am here with you... and I will never leave you alone. I will always be by your side,” she told you while her caresses made the hair on your skin stand on end.
After holding each other for a while, Marilyn moved, grabbing your face with her hands. You looked into her eyes and you felt even worse. With nothing to make you suspect it, Marilyn approached you, giving you a small but slow kiss on the lips.
You thought you were dreaming. Nothing you were worried about existed in your head during those seconds. The redhead moved away a bit and she smiled tenderly at you, now kissing your forehead.
“Do you feel better now, (Y/N)?” She asked you.
You were in shock. She had kissed you, and she didn't seem to give it the slightest bit of importance. Your disorientation and the fear that it had been a mistake, made you to shut up. You nodded slightly, and she got up, but not before kissing your hand, gently leaving it on the bed.
“See you tomorrow after class, (Y/N).”
That night you did not stop thinking about what had just happened. And Bianca, not even your solitude mattered to you. As if fate had been kind to you for once. Maybe it was a mistake, maybe she wanted to kiss you on the cheek and by a reflex act you moved your head. But you only tortured yourself. It had happened, and that was the important thing.
“Well, that's all, you can leave,” Marilyn said. You remained seated, although the temptation to run away was very great. Your whole body trembled, while your companions left the greenhouse. Bianca walked past you, giving you a dirty look, which you returned to her.
When everyone had left, the redhead came over to your desk, smiling.
“Well, (Y/N), we're already alone,” she told you. Definitely, the kiss from the day before seemed to have never existed. “Oh, my God,” she sighed, reaching for something that was attached to your back.
It was a sheet of paper, on which there were written the words "Stupid nutcase." There was no doubt that the siren was the culprit.
You blushed, feeling embarrassed and humiliated.
“I hate them,” you hissed, trying to mask your anger with your words. For someone with your powers, it wasn't easy to hide your emotions. A crystal glass, which was on top of her desk, exploded, causing the redhead to jump. “I hate them!” You yelled.
Marilyn took you by the shoulders and crouched down, trying to reassure you.
“Calm down, darling, calm down. Come on, take a deep breath.”
You nodded and did what she told you, noticing how little by little the anger you felt faded.
“That's it honey…” She said as her hands caressed you gently. “They don't even deserve you to hate them. They're just miserable rats, having fun of taking advantage of nice people like you. They don't even deserve to breathe the same air as you. You're much better than them, (Y/N), don't forget it.” The dark tone that had been noticeable the day before returned, this time more evident, although you couldn't really deny that she was right.
“Come, come, and help me to water the plants, so you can relax a bit.”
You nodded and with her help you got up from the chair.
It was a relaxing and funny afternoon. The two of you got along perfectly. It was like an oasis in the desert, like a ray of sunshine on a stormy day. Thinking about that kiss while she looked at you smiling, made your heart want to jump out of your chest. Time passed too quickly and the punishment was too short.
“You can go to dinner now, (Y/N), it's already late,” Marilyn commented to you, leaving the watering can on her desk.
You automatically shook your head, not wanting to part with her, and perhaps expecting something similar to what happened the day before.
“I want, I want to stay with you…” You said, looking down at the ground, as usual.
“Oh, dear,” she said, approaching you. “You have to eat something.”
“I'm not hungry,” you said, maybe too fast.
The redhead laughed and grabbed your waist. Your legs trembled again, anticipating what was going to happen.
Marilyn reached out and kissed you again. This time it wasn't a simple kiss, it was deeper. You didn't understand anything, but you closed your eyes and kissed her back, enthusiastically. The kiss was lasting, until a brief laugh took you away from her.
“Now go, honey. I'll pass by your room tonight, we could do something together. Do you feel like it?” She asked you. You couldn't do anything but nod. She never told you why she did it, and she seemed to don’t want to. She just did it, and you didn't complain.
After dinner, you went up to your room, starting to get nervous. You didn't know what she wanted to do, but it meant being with her, and probably more of her kisses.
You waited impatiently for someone to knock on the door, and as time passed and the night darkened, you grew increasingly restless. A soft knock on the door brought you out of your thoughts and you could hear your own heartbeat. You opened the door. She was there, with her usual innocent smile. Without saying a word, Marilyn walked in and closed the door.
“He, hello,” you said, stammering.
She didn't answer. She just approached you and kissed you passionately. Your body trembled nervous and restless. There were already too many things not to ask.
“Why?” You asked as you broke the kiss. She pulled back and looked at you, as if she was thinking of an answer.
“Because you deserve it, (Y N), you deserve to be loved…” She whispered, approaching your ear. It was a very vague explanation, but it was worth it. “I think we're a lot alike. We are two lost souls in a world that does not love us. We must love each other, and laugh at all those who despise us.”
You nodded excitedly. Her plot was simple, but you were already in love enough to not care.
Marilyn took your hand and sat on your bed.
“Get naked, (Y/N), I want to see your precious body,” she told you, without taking her eyes off yours.
You felt some fear. You knew what her intentions were, but you were inexperienced. You had never gone beyond kissing and it seemed too hasty.
“I…I…” You stammered, looking away to hide your embarrassment.
“Don't be afraid, I just want to make you feel good, to love you, to love each other,” she told you softly, caressing your hands.
You nodded doubtfully and began to undo the buttons of your shirt. You were very nervous, and you could barely unbutton them properly. Marilyn watched you, doing nothing but devouring you with her gaze.
With a smooth movement, the shirt fell to the floor, and the redhead wrapped her arms around you, kissing your now bare belly.
“You're beautiful… So beautiful…” She said between kisses. Her hands moved up from your waist to the clasp of your bra, which came loose with a loud “click.” You automatically brought your hands to your breasts, covering them. The redhead laughed in amusement at your reaction, and she grabbed your hands, lowering them slightly.
“You have nothing to be ashamed of, honey. Not with me,” she said with a calm tone. You swallowed and let your hands drop, thus revealing your bare chest.
Her arms returned to your waist, pulling you up between her legs. The kisses for your body continued, and her hands caressed your newly discovered breasts. Your body moved involuntarily, shaking more obviously.
Now it was the turn of your pants. Without letting you think too much, the item of clothing soon slid down your legs. She laughed victoriously and her hands went to your underwear. You jumped when she began to caress that place through the cloth. It was pleasant, relaxing, but at the same time you couldn't stop thinking about what you were doing, or rather letting yourself do it. You were not a nun, but you never experienced another person's touch between your legs.
“I notice how you want it, (Y/N),” she whispered to you lustfully. “Let me make you feel good, let me love you like no one has ever done before.”
Her fingers reached the edge of your underwear and slowly lowered it. You moved and did not want to look, you were terribly embarrassed. Feeling her fingers run over your exposed center, you gasped, causing Marilyn to laugh again.
“Your whole body is beautiful, (Y/N). None of the stupid rats in this school will ever be able to realize it,” she hissed, slowly kissing the lower part of your belly.
You nodded, very embarrassed and insecure. What happened next wasn't in your plans, but it wasn't an unpleasant surprise. Her kisses went down little by little, until they reached your clit, sucking it gently. You gasped at that sensation, so unfamiliar and so pleasurable. You noticed how her tongue ran through your sex, which caused you a chill, not a terror one, but quite the opposite.
After a moment, she pulled away from her and looked at you.
“You're delicious, (Y/N)…” She whispered, with a slightly darker voice. “I want to make love to you, but I want you to tell me if you want it too… I need to hear it from your lips.”
You had no choice but to look into her eyes. The words didn't come out, and you saw that you had to make a superhuman effort to get something to say.
“Yes, Yes. It's what I want…” You whispered.
That served as a signal to the redhead, who, kissing briefly that area brought one of her fingers to your entrance. With the other hand, she parted your legs.
“Please, tell me if you're uncomfortable,” she said to you, while she inserted her finger. You widened your eyes at the sensation and moved a little. Her movement was soft, delicate, as if you were something fragile that could break at any moment.
“Does it hurt, honey?” She asked. You shook your head as your hips began to move involuntarily.
It wasn't long before she inserted another finger, making the pleasure you were feeling multiply tenfold. You exploded with pleasure, feeling how your body was carried away. When you relaxed, you felt capable of doing anything, and you knew exactly what.
“I want, I want to make you feel the same… Please,” you begged.
Marilyn sighed and caressed your chest. She finally nodded, taking off her glasses and starting to undress. You were more nervous than before. You had no idea what to do and you didn't want to appear awkward. Your nervousness did not go unnoticed by her.
“You're trembling…” She told you, looking at you from below without stopping caressing you. You didn't want it to stop. You wanted her very much, you had been dreaming of something like this for too long, and fear was not going to make you stop.
“I'm, I'm cold,” you lied. She moved away a little and looked at you tenderly, nodding. You didn't know if she believed you, she probably didn't, but she pretended to.
“Come, let's get into bed, so you'll be more comfortable,” she told you, guiding you into the sheets. The sight of her naked body appearing in front of you made you tremble even more and you were unable to suppress the curious gaze of your eyes at all corners of her anatomy.
She got next to you, without giving you time to think, kissing you hungrily and passionately. Your bodies came together and the hands of both of you wandered over your skin. Giving you a series of tips, you managed to make her moan with pleasure too. That made you proud of yourself, since you were scared that you weren't good enough.
Early morning came to that room, where the two of you hugged each other in silence, as if words were no longer needed.
“(Y/N),” Marilyn said, interrupting the silence. “We are going to do great things together.”
“What kind of things?” You asked, burying your head on her chest.
“We are going to make justice. Those assholes will pay for everything they've done to us, I promise you.”
You were a bit surprised, but then you remembered the bad times you had at that school. Your dark side was dangerously seduced by that proposal and you nodded, narrowing your eyes.
“I love you…” You whispered.
“Me too, (Y/N). No one will ever lay a hand on you again, I swear.”
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xmimiteh · 9 months
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This was just too nice, so took it from @mimble-sparklepudding and wanted to spread it to those people below. I hope that was okay!
Here is the inspiration for Mimi - though I do not see her as WoL. The MSQ happens to me completely out of touch with her as a character. So it is more an "OC inspiration" than an "WoL inspiration".
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And I probably have to explain some of that. We will go from top left to down left, then we will go from top right to down right:
Top Left: Taiga Aisaka (Toradora!) - Let's face the elephant in the room right away: Taiga is probably one of the most famous tsundere and I might be a little bit (just teeny-tiny bit!) influenced by that, because "Toradora!" is my favorite anime. In my defense, when I saw the anime for the first time it was after I created Mimi. Also there are several things that are completely different between Taiga and Mimi. Mimi is not cute, nor a rich daughter and not a high school student, of course. So they are different characters. But the grumpy "I have to glare my way through life" attitude and also the fighting style matches, as well as the grumpy outside and soft even caring inside. The parallels are there and it would be an absolute lie if I said Taiga would not inspire some of Mimi's traits. Because Taiga is exactly how I like my characters to be: complex and layered.
Middle Left: Agent Sameen Shaw (Person of Interest) - And we continue with another angry and tough woman! Agent Shaw might be a spy, a skilled assassin and a sociopath - three things Mimi is not. But she is blunt and direct, has a "no shit" attitude and does not back down from a fight. She cares more than it seems to be, she is simply hiding it. Also she has some really strong glare available as her weapons. Posture, stature and even her face - that's really close to how I imagine Mimi to be. By the way, "Person of Interest" is an amazing and totally underrated show.
Down Left: Astrid Hofferson (How to Train Your Dragon) - Continuing with angry women! I mean, you probably already noticed it. My tumblr blog is called "How to Tame Your Chocobo". It is not that big of a leap, right? Astrid is competitive, angry, but also has a soft and caring side. Also the dragon riding stuff inspires me again and again for the chocobo racing.
Top Right: Ardeth Bay (The Mummy) - Maybe less his character in way of inspiration, but his clothing and aesthetics. Especially when I created Mimi's armor glamor I tried to go into the Medjai direction and Ardeth helped a lot with that. Also the horse riding combat from "Mummy Returns" is exactly how I imagine Mimi would fight on her chocobo - or back in the Sagolii. It might not be the most authentic aesthetic, but Thanalan aesthetics is fictional anyway, so I simply take this now and again for aesthetic inspiration.
Middle Right: Lara Croft (Tomb Raider) - Mimi is definitely not a scholar or a tomb raider. But she is a survivor. And that is what I loved so much about the Tomb Raider remakes. Lara Croft stumbles and falls, but always gets up. She is tough. She is a fighter. She does not give up. That's Mimi. Right there! Even with a bow as a former Sagolii huntress. Mimi is like a nasty and annoying weed you want to pull out of the ground, but you cannot. Because as soon as you pull it out, it will simply grow back. And that's because Mimi is a rebellious and defiant little survivor, never really giving up.
Down Right: G'kar (Babylon 5) - Some of you probably will ask: Who the f*** is that? And I will answer: One of the best written characters in any tv show. Babylon 5 is still to this day one of my favorite tv shows and G'kar has such an amazing character development through all the seasons. It is simply an amazing journey leading up to such amazing moments. This character is inspiring in different ways: First, I love well-written character developments. Not retcons, but really a chain of events affecting the character and making them grow or fall. G'kar is in my opinion the best example for such a thing. Second, G'kar has some deep anger, is highly emotional and empathetic. I highly doubt Mimi will ever get to the point of G'kar, where she has conquered her anger and will be at ease with herself - finding peace. But, who knows? I am a sucker for character's developing over time. Mimi from several years ago is certainly different to Mimi nowadays.
So, that's it!
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I have seen some of those templates with inspiration references for theme and motifs and quotes. Sadly, they are not as easy to use as this other templates and I am really bad at graphics. So I cannot really expand on that template. If you have a good template for that, let me know and I might explore those inspirations later on as well. But so far these character inspirations should be enough.
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Tagged by: I selftagged myself from @mimble-sparklepudding and stole it from there. Thank you so much for the link!
Tagging: @mischiefandmystics @fair-fae​ @avwalya​ @mirkemenagerie​ @punchelf @lady-lissette @ysandrethedreamer, @kich-rp @candlelethe​ @ink-dreams-ffxiv @limitsbroke @captainkurosolaire​ @zhauric @miqojak @antlers-and-omens @vulpes-ferus @starforger @miqoquest @gatheredfates @arbiterofthedead @archaiclumina @airis-ray @ahlis-xiv @luck-and-larceny @uldahstreetrat @blackbirdffxiv @riftdancing @arasnealashandr @little-birdseeker @azure-seadragon @thorstyr and - as always - everyone who wants to do it, but has not been tagged. Show me your inspirations! I'm a big movie and tv show fan, so I want to see your references! Show them to me!
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haraways · 1 year
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Big Bad Wolf
This is for the prompt Wolf from @jonsaprompts its later then I anticipated but I’ve been tired after work. I truly don't think this was what was in mind when the prompt was issued. Also it turned out longer then expected as well.
Pure fluff with some trauma sprinkled in there for spice.
Happy Halloween!
It was ruined.
She'd worked so hard on it too. After school and her homework was done, she'd hid in her room, working away at it, not wanting her family's constant input and teasing. This was going to be her last Samhain, where she could go trick or treating without adults getting all weird about it. (One adult last year made her cry because she was already taller than her peers. Arya took great offence to this and kicked the middle-aged man in the shin before telling them all to run.)
But now her hard work was ruined.
"I'm so sorry, Sansa," Rickon's little voice wobbled as he covered his mouth with both hands and made a beeline for the washroom. An afternoon of eating chocolate non-stop had upset the little boy's stomach and brought it back up all over Sansa's sparkly white princess dress.
Sansa did her best to repress the urge to cry as her bottom lip trembled and tears threatened to fall.
It was ruined, and there was nothing to be done. She didn't have a backup, and none of her old costumes fit anymore. She had the little red riding hood costume from the play last year, but the hood was the only thing that still might fit.
Sansa ignored her mother calling after her as she raced up the stairs to go hide in her room. On the first landing, she collided with another person. 
"Careful." her brother's friend Jon said. She had forgotten Robbs' friends were over playing D&D, of all things. They did it every Saturday, and Samhain was no exception. Most boys their age would have been at one of those awkward teen parties, but according to Robb, Jon, Sam, Theon and Edd, they were "boring, and it's only delinquents who go to those." They were such nerds; when Sansa finally got to high school the following year, she was NOT hanging out with them. 
Jon garbed her arm gently to prevent her from tumbling down the stair. Jon had always been a gentle boy. He roughed it with the best of them most days, but sometimes he would be sullen and quiet, needing to remove himself from others and just sit for a while. Sansa had seen him more than once disappear into the backwood with that great big dog of his only to come back hours later. For this reason, Sansa didn't like Jon all too much growing up but her attitude changed toward him quickly this past year when Ramsey Bolton decided to grab her in a nasty way. It was Jon who defended her; he let out a furious cry as his fist met with Ramsey's face repeatedly. It was how Jon became the Wolf in the school's fairytale play instead of Ramsey, whose face was too messed up to do much performing.
Sansa knew it would have been an even worse fight if they had been adults. And if they were adults, Sansa knew the Ramsey might have tried to do more than cup-a-feel.  
Jon had cried after, along with Sansa. Regretting letting his anger become too hot. It was something he had been working on for years. A trauma response, he explained, using an explanation that sounds a lot like how an adult would explain something. After that, Sansa went out of her way to be nicer to Jon, pleasing both Robb and Arya with her efforts. 
So it was not completely unordinary for Jon's face to shift from bewilderment to alarm at the tear-stricken face of Sansa.  
"What happened?" He asked, eyes wide as he took in the chocolate vomit that covered the front of the dress.
Sansa's chin wobbled again as embarrassment made her face and ears hot. The perpetual fear of being laughed at gnawed at her for only a moment when she remembered that this was Jon.
"It's spoiled." She sniffed.
"Oh." He said a little dumbly. They stood there awkwardly as Sansa sniffled, and Jon didn't know how to comfort a girl. The gross scent of vomit and chocolate became stronger as it dried.
"I'm going to go shower," Sansa muttered, wanting to run away before her night got any worse. Jon nodded and finally let go of her arm. His fingers flexed at his side awkwardly as he seemed to realize just how long he had been holding her, despite the danger of falling having passed.
"Is there anything you need?" Jon asked earnestly.
"Not unless you can pull a costume out of thin air." Her jaw began to ache, and her throat had a lump as she made her way up the stairs, not bothering to hear Jon's answer. She just wanted to be alone now and wallow in a bit of self-pity.
The sparkly makeup washed away, and the smell of vomit was replaced with Fresh Dornish Citrus™️ . Sansa felt better.
She felt better but was still a little sad that her last Trick or Treating opportunity had passed her by. She couldn't bring her siblings out as a chaperone either. Rickon was obviously staying home, and Arya and Bran had left with their friends already.
After changing into one of her comfy nightdresses, the one that reminded her of a grandmother with thick fills around the arms and neck and was meant for cold northern nights. Sansa flopped onto the bed with the intent to wallow.
Sansa must have fallen asleep because the next thing she knew, there was a knock on her door. 
"Sansa?" the voice called.
She let out a hum of acknowledgement before she felt like drifting back to sleep, but the knocking persisted. 
"Sansa?" the voice called again, it was Jon's voice, and Sansa popped up from the bed quickly, wiping her cheek from the small amount of droll that had gathered on her cheek. She got up from the bed and pulled the door open.
"Here." A piece of fabric was thrust at her, along with fur-cuffed gloves that had little claws at the end. She recognized these. it was the sleeping cap with ears on it and the gloves that matched from the play last year. The ones she made for Jon after he got the Big Bad Wolf role. She'd been so proud because it only took her one try to get it right. 
She hadn't known he kept these. Why would he still have them? 
She looked up at the red-faced Jon, who was huffing and putting from sprinting down the road and back again. 
"What?" she tried to ask, truly confused. 
"You're in your night dress already," he said, a grin growing on his face. "Do you still have the red hood?" he asked.
"Yes?" she answered, sounding like a question. It would have been cute to dress Rickon in the hood and have her be the Wolf, but he was not going out anymore. 
"I'll go with you; there's still plenty of time." He went to step into her room, but his face turned redder before thinking better of it. 
"I'll be downstairs." And with that, Jon abruptly turned and set off. 
Sansa stood in the doorway for only a moment before a warm bobbly sensation began growing in her chest. Jon was going with her! Her Samhain wasn't over yet! Despite her happiness, that nagging self-doubt voice grew as she remembered that he was here to play D&D with his friends, not to take her trick or treating; she would just have to go on her own. She shoved the hat with ears on her head and slid the too-big gloves on. She would give Jon the out when she got downstairs because that sweet boy didn't have to go out of his way for her. She found the hood hanging in her closet where her mother had placed it. She would take it to him just in case, though. Treasure found she headed downstairs. 
There was a lot of chatter coming from the living room as she turned the corner as was surprised to see all of Robb's friends waiting for her; in costumes! All the boys (except Jon) had either cape or chainmail, with swords or staffs as accessories. Edd even had a whole braided, blond wig on with a stuffed dragon. 
Sansa stared in bewilderment.
"Oh good, you found the cape." Jon walked over and took the hanger from her hands. She was too stunned to offer up a way out to Jon. Jon handed the hanger back as he flung the cape over his shoulders like he's been doing it his whole life. 
"I don't understand," Sansa muttered. 
"Of, this is how we always play D&D," Jon said, shrugging. "It's Samhain, so it's a special D&D night." 
"Yeah!" Edd called, "We're to escort a Druid girl who got cursed as a halfway transformed wolf and help her collect the items she needs to break her curse." 
Sam nodded proudly; he obviously came up with this side quest for the adventures. Robb walked over, placed his hand on Jon's shoulder, and smiled too wickedly for a Paladin.
"and Jon here, as the Ranger, is the only one who can understand you fully; lost as you are between animal and person." 
Jon shot Robb a look Sansa didn't have time to understand, and her brain was catching up to the excitement. She wanted to say a million things, thank them, question them, and accuse them of making fun of her, but only one thing came to mind. Sansa turned to Robb, who was now suggestively wigging his bows at Jon? 
"Is this why you had me make the cloak?" she gasped out, "I thought it was because you were getting up to the wired things with your girlfriend." 
The boys roared with laughter as Robbs' face grew to a red as bright as his hair. They started fileing out of the house, happy to be trick or treating and joshing Robb as boys often did. 
Sansa felt a hand take hers, and she looked up at the gently smiling face of Jon, nearly hidden by the red hood.
"Let's go trick or treating." He muttered, pulling her slightly towards the door. She looked down to where their hand were clasped, strong enough to pull her slightly but loose enough that she could pull away if she wished. A big smile broke across her face, her cheeks turned pink to match Jon's own, and she nodded.
"Okay."
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loominggaia · 8 months
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Also how is disability treatedin evangeline
Evangeline Kingdom is a heavy-handed theocracy that's been stuck in the middle ages for thousands of years. Their grasp of medical knowledge is…lacking, to say the least. Likewise, Evangelite medical treatments remain primitive or even counter-productive, and this extends to mental health conditions as well. Although medical technology is not very advanced, medical care is at least free for all citizens. It's definitely a case of "you get what you pay for" here…
As you can imagine, life can be pretty rough for disabled people in this kingdom. It isn't so bad in urban areas where education is higher and resources are more plentiful, but it can get really nasty in the rural parts.
Evangeline's government offers welfare to disabled commoner citizens. This may come in the form of food vouchers, social housing, or a monthly cash stipend. That said, the housing offered is basically slum shacks, and the vouchers and stipend are a pittance, so citizens who are too disabled to work may find themselves living rough unless they have family to support them. All commoners are eligible for this welfare, but humans are eligible for more of it. Other commoner species don't get as much help and are more likely to end up homeless. Fae and gaians, of course, cannot be legal citizens in this kingdom so they are not eligible at all.
Evangeline Kingdom has government-run institutions for the severely disabled, but the quality of these institutions varies greatly depending on what province they're in. Rich provinces like Evangeline Capital or Queenswater have better services, while poor ones like Greenhearst have glorified prisons. Families who can't care for their disabled relative may send them to one of these institutions, either temporarily or permanently, for specialized care.
Your average Evangelite citizen is quite ignorant in matters of physical or mental health. This is because of the cultural stigma around these things. This is a highly religious and reserved culture where no one likes to air their "dirty laundry", so to speak. Evangelites prefer to put their best foot forward in public, and that means hiding any dysfunction in their lives from others.
Many Evangelites feel ashamed of their disabled relatives because they believe these disabilities are evidence of sin in the family, as if their gods are punishing them for some transgression. Disabled Evangelites themselves may also feel this way, believing they were perhaps sinful in a past life, or that they are paying for the sins of their ancestors. So, in this culture, disabled people are most often hidden away in their homes or institutions. Because they aren't seen in public much, other Evangelites aren't used to their presence and remain ignorant about their conditions. Ignorance often leads to bullying and other cruel behavior.
In the story "Monster by Moonlight", an Evangelite man named Foster is ashamed of his disabled son, Evan, and treats him quite badly because he believes Evan's condition is the result of his ancestors' sins. He doesn't like to bring Evan in public for this reason, and he pushes Evan very hard in hopes that he'll somehow "get over" his disabilities one day and be "normal".
But Evan's mother, Sofia, tries to make up for Foster's cruelty by coddling the boy and having no expectations of him at all. She also doesn't like to bring Evan in public; not because she's ashamed of him, but because she's worried about him getting bullied by people who don't understand his condition (which is a real problem in this kingdom and does happen to him in the story...) These are all common attitudes towards the disabled in Evangeline Kingdom.
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