#what kind of fool would i have to be to care that much about numbers id leave the only other site im on

[angelltheninth]

Price of a Coverup

Pairing: Mizu x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, kissing for cover, grinding, neck kisses, mentioned sex work, teasing, as sfw as I could make it

Word count: 1.2k

Ao3

A/N: I can't, why is she so hot? Also I have a spicier version of this in mind so stay tuned!

The only thing that sucked more then having to sleep with men who don't care about you is waiting for them to approach you. You were able to count the number of men who actually cared about your pleasure as well on one hand, so you weren't exactly holding out hope for this night to be any different. To make it worse, it was damn cold out, with the only light and warmth coming from the houses inside, and most of the noise too, safe for a few shouts in the distance.

Said shouts got closer and closer with every couple of minutes and were then accompanied by the sound of running and cursing.

"Excuse me, can I ask-" You felt a hand wrap around your wrist before you could respond. You were met with the bluest eyes you've ever seen, but the face of the person it belong to was layered with pain, annoyance and slight fear. Looking down you saw a sword at the samurai's hip, with a fresh splash of blood. "I need your help."

"Help costs money, samurai." Mizu flinched at your tone and let go of your hand. Given that there was blood on the sword you knew this one would be some kind of trouble.

"I knew I should have killed them all." She mumbled under her breath, "I have some people chasing after me, luckily I don't think they saw most of my face in the dark, I only need you to cover for me until they pass through."

"Cover for you? How do you mean?" You watched as Mizu patted down her body, looking for something. "I'm not saying no, I'm only asking what you need."

Her head turned when the shouting grew closer, almost around the corner now, "I need you to follow me and play along. Is this enough?"

"Is that... how much do you have on you samurai?" The amount of money she was offering you was more then you made in the brothel for the whole month. Of course you pocketed it immediately. "Alright. What do you need me to do for you."

"Thank you. Uh..." She looked around frantically, her orange-tinted glasses almost flying off her face, "This way." Taking you by the hand she lead you in-between building's where the lighting was dimmer and obscuring your bodies and faces. You've been pinned down against walls many times for payment but Mizu was the first who looked so nervous and conflicted about it. "I... I have not done anything like this in a while."

She handled you with so much care when she cupped your cheeks. She was on the run, likely covered in blood many times over and this is where she stumbles? "Do you want me to take the lea-"

"I want to kiss you." Framed as a statement rather than a question was her clever way of not making a bigger fool of herself. The footsteps grew closer and closer and so did Mizu's handsome face. Her lips were softer than what you were used to, exploring your soft ones rather than just taking what she wanted. "You taste sweet."

"I am a prostitute. My job is to be and taste sweet." You husked against her lips as you pulled her closer, "Just like your job is fighting or hire, we use different tools but at the end of the day we do what we're payed for."

Mizu let out a barely audible chuckle, "I suppose so. Although your line of work is more pleasing to most people. Mine is... less so depending on the target." Her line of was also a whole lot messier, well yours was too, but there were more bodily fluids involved with her work at least.

She inched closer again, the kiss started out slow, only deepening when you wrapped her arms around her and pulled her in closer. Mizu sucked in a breath as she felt your tongue glide against her lips, asking for her to open them and have your own taste of her. There was a slight taste of copper in her mouth, probably left over from whatever fight she was just in. You can make her forget about that, even as the voices grew closer. Almost upon you.

"Can you hold me up?" You asked against her lips.

"What? I believe so?" Mizu didn't understand why you'd need her to but from what you could feel under her clothes she was fairly strong.

"Then hold my thighs. I promise you will enjoy this." You teased before you wrapped both legs around her hips, her sword digging into your thighs a little but you didn't fall. She was holding you, her rough warrior hands smoothing over your tie to find the best spot to hold you from. The rest of her strength came from her body, which was now fully pressed against yours.

Her lips pressed against yours, expressing a lot more passion then before, her tense muscles starting to relax against you the more you rolled your hips and arched into her. You were soft everywhere, while she was hardened by the battles and betrayals and years of running and training for her goal. When she pulled away she saw your smudged lipstick, the lipstick which was now on her own lips. "It tasted sweeter on you. Let me return it."

From sky to stormy blue her eyes darkened somewhere along the way from one kiss to the next. Instead of kissing your lips she went for your neck instead, nudging until your shoulder was bare and free for her lips.

"Moan for me." You heard those words many times before but not in that husky, sultry tone, usually really rough and aggressive. You had to fake it at those times, but when it was this handsome samurai saying it while starting to roll her hips like she was fucking you, well then there was no need to fake it.

"I heard a noise! This way!" Mizu cursed against your neck and spread your legs a little wider. Hopefully she couldn't tell feel you shiver at the action. Mizu hid her face closer to your shoulder when the lantern light shone on the two of you, she added a slow lick down your skin to make you moan again.

"If you want a turn you have to stand in line." You heard her chuckle against your shoulder. You were braver than she thought.

The men who saw you rolled their eyes in annoyance, "Fuckin whores... at least do it behind closed doors." They scurried away quickly but Mizu didn't stop kissing you, or biting you, or rolling her hips into yours.

"While I am happy you enjoy this, your enemies left and if you wish to take this further we really do need to go inside as they said." You felt her lips still on your skin, you knew she was considering it. She gulped, kisses your cheek fast and let you gently back down to the ground. "Is that a no?"

"I really cannot stay here. If they ran forward they will most likely circle back around. I need to get ahead of them before that happens." Her hand rested on the hilt of her sword, saying the words her mouth wouldn't. "Thank you for your help. It must have been scary for you."

You giggled at her concern, it was more than anyone has shown in since you started this line of work. "I have seen much scarier people than you." If only you knew who you were talking to in that moment. But it would be several months until you would learn that it was the Onryo.

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[headspace-hotel]

some times i see people talking about the Earth and climate change saying things like "now i know it is difficult to deal with utter hopelessness, terror, and visiting the thoughts of death"

and it's like wow I am so deeply sorry about the suffering. but...concern. Concern. Tell me, am I missing something important? Why do I feel a sense of hope for our planet? Am I a lonely fool? Have I been consumed by naïveté and misguided optimism?

That would be weird. It feels weird. It feels like I would be well suited to despair. My natural temperament is Mortal Terror making my body crushed for a thousand years at the bottom of the deepest trenches of the ocean. I've thought before "I can't live any more. This exceeds the tensile strength of the human spirit."

And then? After irreversible catastrophic failure of the soul, there is...what?

We try to imagine the future where we fight to save our home and it is very painful. The resistance feels so small and the machine of death feels so vast. But something's missing.

Everyone else is missing—the plants, trees, bugs, beasts, and creatures. Hello? Are the other humans seeing this? Nature wants you to know that she is not a princess in a tower. Look! Look at the chaos moving through every cell! Iterating! Adapting! Becoming! Thriving! Watch the pollinators tirelessly at work, observe the mycorrhizal network in the forest floor distributing the rich fruits of decay and photosynthesis for every inhabitant! Pay attention! We belong here too. They feed and shelter us, give us the very air we breathe, and in return we plant and propagate, cull, thin, and burn, shape, trample, till, shepherd and sprout seeds. Our species can look toward the future, to the world of our descendants. We can call every plant and animal by name and teach our children to use and care for them responsibly. We can feel this anger, pain, and grief on behalf of the family of Life, OUR family, and we can love the smallest beetle and the humblest moss.

Look at it! This thing is nothing like me, it does not benefit me, it has no use or purpose for me, but LOOK at it! Look at its intricate structure! Look at the marvelousness of its behaviors and biological functions! Look at its uniqueness throughout the whole universe! Look at it, and see its infinite value!

I saved a baby tree from the scorching hot gravel of a parking lot. I watched it grow and thrive in the hands of its caretaker. Many more followed, trees and herbs and flowers, rescued and carefully placed in cups and old tubs that once held yogurt and sour cream. This is so strange, I thought. They're everywhere, offering themselves for free, and no one thinks to take them. Everyone thinks transplanting a tree is hard and that nothing grows on the edge of the pavement but weeds. But it's so easy??? This is weird. Plant Nurseries Hate Her: Get Free Plants With This One Weird Trick.

I protected an old barren garden patch where nothing had thrived from being mowed and weed-whacked, and transplanted little plants that I found. I marveled at the bees that came. Chicory bloomed, then asters and goldenrod. I shed actual tears over a spicebush swallowtail. I ordered some milkweed from the internet, and the monarchs came for them. Less then twenty-five bucks for a divine experience like this. Wow, everyone else really needs to know!

I started volunteering at a nature center, and was allowed to transplant flowers where they sprouted in inopportune locations. I collected tons of seeds all fall and winter long.

There is much, much more, all of it bigger than I ever would have imagined. But this spring there were more birds, in number and in species, than I'd ever seen in my back yard before. Chickadees, swallows, finches, nuthatches, jays, cardinals, warblers, sparrows, woodpeckers of every kind...I remembered just a couple years prior when all I ever saw out there was a couple grackles or starlings or robins, with the occasional sparrow. Those birds come in flocks rather than couples now. And then the bumblebee arrived. An American bumblebee, endangered now, a queen. For a few days she was always out there, would fly out and buzz around me when I came out to tend to my now-innumerable plants. It's nesting time for them. She chose this place I was creating. She saw that this place would take care of her.

A week ago, I discovered wild strawberries growing in my Mamaw's driveway. I found lyreleaf sage growing beside a gravel road. I've become a master of transplanting; I took several of each home. Yesterday, I saw a tiny, metallic blue bee, an Osmia mason bee. Today, I saw an oriole and a strange, very fancy fly. I see something new almost every day. Every day I am being irreversibly changed as a person. How did I ever fail to see how much this matters?

I said I feel hope...do I feel it? I don't think it's a feeling, I think it's a practice. It's being part of our communities and our ecosystems. Nature's interconnectedness is both reality and example: to survive, we take care of one another. And when one member of the community helps another thrive, it creates a cascade that increases the thriving of all. Just by existing, you help us all survive.

You can only take care of so many plants before you have to give some away. You can only hold so much knowledge before you have to give it away. I gave seeds to a dozen different flowers to my next-door neighbor and she invited me inside and wouldn't let me leave without food, and we talked about plants and trees. A family friend lets me have goats' milk and heirloom vegetables in exchange for help around the farm, and I listen to him talk about trees, bugs, and soil and learn so much I feel like I'm about to explode from knowledge.

Being a caretaker is unavoidably a community-oriented, community-forming thing. You can't grow plants all by yourself. Your garden will make too many tomatoes. Share them. Your milkweed will make hundreds and hundreds of seeds. Spread them. Wild blackberries invite you to take and eat. Your lonely retired neighbor invites you to talk and keep her company. Once you grow delicious fruits or little oak trees, you always have a reason to greet someone and say, "Look, it is a gift!"

We're not alone. We are not separate. We take care of each other. Every species, every individual. A single action of caretaking creates a cascade effect of thriving. A single unapologetic love for a creature creates a blossom of curiosity and fascination in everyone surrounding. It's so powerful.

As my chemical romance says "I am not afraid to keep on living"

#nature #community #plants #gardening #you are not separate from every other thing #the wonders #caretaking #plantarchy

[daydreamabout]

3:15 (Oscar Diaz Imagine)

Summary: You're in a situationship with Oscar, not sure if you want to be official. Inspired by 3:15 by Russ. All I ever tried to do was help you understand and grow Light the way for truths that if not for me simply wouldn't show 'Less you get somebody else who's on my level, but you know That there's no one on my level, you gon' realize if you don't I wish you would own up to your flaws And just say that you're wrong when you're wrong Instead of actin' like you're right, then it turns into a fight Now you're stormin' out my house in the middle of the night “What's on your mind?” Oscar interrupted your few kisses. You were currently all over him in your bedroom, as usually. You pecked his soft lips one more time and sighed “I don't think you should do it tomorrow.” you spoke softly. Your lover's dark eyes looked at you for a few seconds before he frowned “Don't start this shit again.” The anger about the same situation started to boil within you, so you got off of Oscar and laid on your back. “What is your problem?” you spat at him. The sudden tension in the room was obvious. He suddenly sat on the edge of your bed and gave you an intimidating look over his right. “I don't think we're close enough to have this kind of conversation!” “Wow.” You didn't know how else to react. He was obviously refering to the fact that you weren't sure how to label your 'thing'. You cared, a lot. But he was part of a gang and you cared too much about other people's opinions too. “I think you should go home. ”you let out bluntly without thinking. He turned his head away from you and let out a dry laugh “You know.... I fucking might!” and stormed off. ***

How come when I love somebody, part of me don't wanna stay? Every time I get too close, I just start pushing them away I know, I know Maybe I just wanna leave before they try to leave me first Maybe I don't wanna need 'em 'til they say they need me first I know, I know (yeah, yeah, yeah) Damned if I do, damned if I don't Drank Tequila, I can't drive home Hard to play cool, heart belongs to you I know that if I show that I keep my walls up, if you want me then you better start to climb WoMen who love me aren't rare WoMen who mean it hard to find Somethin' tells me that I'm right about you Please, don't prove me wrong They say love's a song for fools We're wise enough to sing along  “Back off!” you raised your voice and pushed the guy to the side. You were frustraded, ended up at someone's houseparty, drank enough Tequila to not drive home by yourself, but not enough to forget about Os. The porch made an exceptable place to sit down for a bit and re-think your previous thoughts. You wanted him. All to yourself. So you took all your courage and dialed his number. Oscar picked up after a while, but did not say anything. You could just see the seconds of the phonecall on your screen. “Can you pick me up?” you asked carefully. You could hear him sigh into the phone. “Where are you?” *** It took about 20 minutes until you could see the familiar red car pull into the street. You slowly got up and neared yourself the sidewalk. The car came to stand right in front of you, but before you even had the chance to get in, your lover already got out. He stood right in front of you and looked deep into your eyes. “You're in my head.” you said while pointing to your temple. The alcohol was definitely kicking. His eyes softened and you felt like there was a slight smile on his lips. He took your hand in his and placed a soft kiss on it “Get in the car, Y/N. ” You continued to stare into his eyes. “I want everyone to know about us. ” His face seemed to light up a bit. He pulled you in and kissed your forehead before whispering in your ear “Get in babe, we'll talk about it tomorrow.”

But now it's hard to breathe I'm not in love, it's just a game we do I tell myself I'm not that into you But I don't wanna sleep, it's quarter after three And now it's hard to breathe I'm not in love, it's just a thing we make We're skin on skin, I need this spell to break, oh But I don't wanna go, and I know that you know You're in my head like

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[hqbaby]

three — yours

fuck ur instincts — suna x reader & atsumu x reader

you and suna are just fooling around—so why does he care so much when you start falling in love with someone else?

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word count. 1.9k content. fwb, swearing, car sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, use of pet names (pretty girl, babe, sweet girl)

“How do you know if you like someone?”

“If they have a buttload of cash.”

“How much is a buttload?”

“I dunno, like a hundred million yen?”

“And it has to be in cash?”

“You can probably count assets too.”

“Sounds sensible.”

You and Oikawa are on the floor of his dorm room busy folding pieces of origami paper into rings. Somehow, you had both convinced each other that, if you weren’t able to make a thousand, you’d be single forever and die on the toilet. Neither of you are willing to take that risk.

“Hold on,” he says, head shooting up to look at you.

“Don’t stop!” you scold, finishing the ring he had disregarded. “Think of the toilet death, Tooru.”

His lips spread out into a grin. “Why do you wanna know if you like someone?” he asks teasingly. “Is there something I should know about? Or, more importantly, someone?”

“What? No. Ew boys. Cooties.”

“It wouldn’t happen to be the boy you’ve been seeing, would it?” he presses, ignoring how you urge him to get back to the origami. “The one Iwa said you gave your number to?”

You groan, flopping onto the carpet and avoiding your best friend’s gaze. “It’s not like that, okay?”

He squeals, like actually squeals. “Y/N’s got a crush!” he proclaims in a sing-song voice before proceeding to make kissy faces. “Is that why you’ve been so busy this week?”

“I haven’t been busy.”

“You so have,” he says. “I don’t even know who the boy is! Iwa never told me, said I should hear it from you.”

You gulp. “Right, about that…”

Oikawa looks at you expectantly. “Yes?”

“He’s kinda… your teammate.”

Suddenly, his face turns dark, a scowl now taking over his features. “Y/N,” he says in a low voice, “What have I told you about dating volleyball players?”

“Don’t… do it?” you answer tentatively. 

“Exactly! Don’t do it!” he tells you. “We’re all assholes! You know that more than anyone.”

He’s right, of course, you know he is. You’ve been friends with him since you were in middle school, inseparable since highschool. You were there to witness all the broken hearts that he and the rest of his teammates left in their wake. They didn’t mean to do it most of the time, but they did it anyway. It’s why he never let you date any of them and made sure everyone knew you were off-limits. It’s also why he never introduced you to his college teammates. He didn’t even want you to know their names.

You wonder what your best friend would say if he knew that you were not only going out with one of his teammates but also sleeping with another. You guess you’ll cross that bridge when you get to it—and you hope you never do.

“Who?”

“What?”

“Who are you seeing?”

You offer him a guilty smile as you sit up. “Atsumu?”

His eye twitches. “He’s literally the other setter, Y/N!”

“But he’s nice!”

“That cocky asshole is not nice!”

“You’re just jealous,” you shoot back at him.

“Of course I’m jealous.” He frowns. “And I don’t want you to get hurt when the pain is clearly avoidable.”

The two of you are quiet. Oikawa picks up a piece of paper and folds it up into a ring, brows knitted together in worry. As much as he hates this, he doesn’t remember the last time you actually considered that you might like someone. You were never open to these kinds of things. You dated guys, sure, but they weren’t anything serious. He hates Atsumu, but he wonders if there might be more to him than meets the eye. You’ve clearly seen something he hasn’t.

“Look, I get it,” you say, finally breaking the silence. “He’s not… perfect. He’s messy, he talks too loud, his car’s a mess—but he’s honest, you know? And I like spending time with him. I just wanna have some fun.”

He sighs and looks back up at you. “And it’s not serious?”

You nod. “Not serious at all.”

Your day is going horribly. With your summer semester still a week away, your coach has decided to take advantage of your extra time and make practice more gruesome than ever before. It doesn’t help that you’re more exhausted than usual, what with Atsumu suddenly taking up your days and Suna taking up your nights. And today, all your fatigue comes crashing down on you as you fall from the top of a pyramid.

“Y/N!” Yukie exclaims as the spotters catch you just in time. “Are you alright?”

You let yourself lie on the floor for a moment, staring up at the high ceiling of the gym. “I think I’m dying.”

Kaori holds her hand out for you to take and pulls you up. “Don’t be so dramatic,” she says with a fond smile. “Come on, we just gotta finish this last run.”

You turn to your coach and offer a bright smile and a thumbs-up before heading back to your starting position with an extra pep in your step. When you look back at your friends though, your face falls, practically wanting to weep from exhaustion. As the music starts playing and you go through the routine again, you wonder if the scholarship is even worth all this torture.

“You look rough,” Kaori tells you in the locker room afterwards. “Lip gloss?”

“Yes please,” you say, catching the tube she throws at you. You turn to the mirror and swipe the strawberry gloss on your lips, smacking them together before sighing. “I’m not even taking classes yet but I already feel so busy.”

Yukie snickers. “That’s what you get for going at two boys at once.”

“Yukie! Don’t be so loud!”

Your friends laugh at your panic. There’s no one else in the room and, even if there was, it’s not like they would even know what you were talking about.

“Relax,” Kaori says. “Why are you so worried about people finding out anyway?”

You shrug, putting the lip gloss back in her bag. “I don’t know. It’s just… weird. Rin doesn’t even want people knowing we’re friends and Atsumu’s still too new to mean anything.”

“Do they know about each other?” Yukie asks curiously.

“Kinda,” you say. “Atsumu knows we’re not exclusive and Rin knows I’m sorta seeing someone. It’s weird, I dunno.”

Kaori pats you on the back. “That’s college for you, baby.”

The three of you head out of the locker room, complaining about which muscles are sore today and being pleasantly surprised by which ones aren’t. You have the next day off though, which is rare and great and you’re all looking forward to it.

“You sure you don’t need a ride?” Kaori asks when you get to her car.

You nod. “I’m good.”

“If you say so,” she says, giving you a quick hug before getting in the driver’s seat. “See you on Monday!”

“See you on Monday!” you wave as the car pulls out of the parking lot and drives away. When they’re gone, you take your phone out of your pocket and sit down on one of the benches outside the gym.

rin: u done?

you: yep, r u near?

rin: look up pretty girl

Your eyes lift to see him walking towards you with a smirk. He isn’t wearing anything special, just a t-shirt and some jeans. You’re pretty sure he’s even wearing your pink Hello Kitty socks under those shoes of his (the ones he swears he didn’t steal). He seems completely normal to you—so why does he look so good?

You stand up and crash your lips into his, your fingers coming up to grab the fabric of his collar. He kisses you back immediately and holds your face in his hands. Everything about it is rough and hot and wet. If anyone saw you now, there’s definitely no way they wouldn’t know what the two of you are to each other.

You pull back from the kiss, forehead pressed against his. “I want you.”

His eyes pierce into yours. There’s something so intimate about the way he looks at you, something so raw and real. “You have me,” he growls. “Of course you do.”

The two of you manage to make it to his car before you’re on each other again. You’re lying in the back seat with Suna’s body hovering above yours, both your lips pressed together in fierce competition. His tongue slips into your mouth and you let out a moan as he moves closer to you.

He yanks both your gym shorts and underwear down in one motion, sliding his fingers between your legs. He snickers. “So wet for me, babe.” 

“Touch me, Rin,” you say breathlessly. “Please.”

He pulls away from your lips, ignoring your whines at the loss of contact as he moves down to bring his face to your cunt. “Only because you asked so nicely,” he tells you before eating you out like his life depends on it. “Tastes so good, sweet girl.”

You manage to lift your head to look at him, his head between your thighs. It’s depraved, the way he laps at you, the way he kisses your clit and licks at your folds. His hair is a mess and you can practically see your slick dripping down his chin. He puts one hand on your thigh to keep it from closing and uses the other hand to slide a finger inside of you.

“Fuck, baby. Don’t stop.”

“I don’t plan on it, babe,” he says against your heat, crooking his finger just right so it sends shockwaves through your body. “Always so good for me, aren’t you?”

A moan rips out of your throat. “Yes, Rin, yes!”

“This pussy is all for me, isn’t it?”

You nod, eyes closed as your back arches. You’re so close. So, so close. Practically seeing stars. “All yours. All yours,” you chant. He sucks at your clit. “Fuck!”

“Whose?”

“Yours, Rin!” you scream. “All for you, Rin!”

With one more stroke of his finger right against your sweet spot, your high comes crashing down on you, the orgasm wracking your entire body. You try to close your legs to find some relief, but Suna keeps them wide open as he continues to spear his finger into you, riding out your high. The fucked out look on your face is all he needs in that moment.

When you’ve settled down, he pulls his finger out and sticks it in his mouth, tasting you on his tongue. You groan at the sight.

“Not bad, babe,” he says, grabbing one of the wipes he keeps in his car and cleaning you up. He’s gentle about it, careful not to touch the sensitive spots and apologizing when he does. He knows how sore you can get. He knows your body more than anyone else does, even yourself.

You pull your shorts back up and the two of you lie together for a while, your head on his chest. Then, it hits you.

“Do you think anyone saw us?”

“That’s a weird way of thanking me for the greatest orgasm of your life.”

You push him away playfully. “Get over yourself,” you say. “Not even in the top 5.”

“Top 10?”

“More like 50.”

“Hey!”

You turn your head to look at him, both of you smiling. “That was nice,” you say. “Not great, but nice.”

He rolls his eyes at you and presses a kiss to your forehead. “Whatever. When we get home, I’m fucking my way to number 1.”

“Game on.”

notes. idk about you guys but i would totally let a guy like suna finger me in a parking lot. not like speaking from experience or anything but... yeah. anyway!! that was the first smutty chapter but there will be more hihihi :>

i'd love to hear what you think of the series so far!! looking forward to sharing more with you all ;)

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[xhoneygirlxx]

One Of The Girls

Modern King!Steve x Fem Reader

summary: Steve only hits you up when it’s convenient for him and you’ll always answer because it feels nice to be what he wants, even if it’s just for a night.

warnings: fboy!Steve, modern au! circa 2018. reader and Steve are both in their early 20's. reader is given the nickname 'trouble'. ooc steve, he's a big meanie and pretty much a douche bag. angst. Minors DNI smut: unprotected p in v (wrap it up kiddos), fingering, oral receiving (m), daddy kink, swearing, slight dom/sub, cream pie, insinuations to reader being on birth control, possessive steve, toxic steve! hair pulling. Steve's job is mentioned briefly, I like to think that this version of him works for his dad landscaping, so that's what i put lmao. this is named after The Weeknd's song from the idol and I also use his song 'Try Me' in this, awe well. if i miss anything please let me know! also bad writing and grammar mistakes, not proofread.

a/n: hi my loves! i was inspired to write something based off of this blurb. again, smut is so not my strong suit so i beg that you be nice to me :) i also want to mention that when i was looking for pics for this fic, i couldn't find one picture that gave me fboy vibes bc joe keery is simply bf coded lmao. thank you all for interacting with my posts and just being so lovely to me! i appreciate you all and i hope you enjoy this <3

divider by: @saradika

You knew from the moment you met Steve Harrington it would be trouble, that he'd have you locked down for as long as he wanted. The pretty boy with the nice smile, who said all the right things and made all the right moves. You were a fool from the get go and he knew, he knew it the moment you let him hit that you were his.

Everyone knew about 'king Steve', the boy with the puppy dog eyes but a closet filled with so many skeletons that the door refused to shut. From what you heard he wasn't a relationship kind of guy, that he collected bodies like he was paid for it, and then went on his merry way no matter what carnage he left behind.

He was bad news and you swore you would stay away, not get swept up in the honey like vortex of his eyes, but when he said your name it sounded so right and who were you to refuse someone as tempting as him.

The name satan isn't far off for him, both so beautiful and angelic but rotten to the core, so evil that you often wonder if they were ever created with a soul.

As much as you wanted to let him go, block him out of your life completely, you simply couldn't. All your friends thought you were stupid for playing such a dangerous game but they didn't know him like you did. They didn't know how he actually took care of you when he was done abusing your poor hole, how he'd buy you little gifts simply because it reminded him of you, and they certainly didn't know the boy who would make you laugh so hard your ribs bruised.

At least that's what you tell yourself, how you sugar coat the simple fact that Steve Harrington treats you like trash because let's face it, he does. For every thing he does 'right' he does a million other things wrong. He goes weeks without texting you and the only time he does is when he's desperate. He only takes you to secluded spots just so he can get a nut. And most importantly, he tells you everything you want to hear so that you stay.

You were connected to Steve by a string, no matter how far you pulled away he would pull you right back in. If you were a masochist then he was a sadist and you would take whatever torture he gave you with the biggest smile on your face because at the end of the day you were his and only his.

It's a Friday night and while you'd usually be out with friends, you opted to stay in tonight, too tired from the work week to physically get out of bed.

Under the warmth of your comforter, you scroll through Instagram blindly liking different post on your timeline. The white numbers in the corner of your screen read a little bit past midnight and as badly as your eyes wanted to shut, your brain simply couldn't resist the glow of your screen.

A notification pops up at the top of your screen and your ready to fling it away to dismiss it when your heart rate picks up at the name.

IMessage:

Harrington 🙄

Your finger moves faster than the speed of lightning, hitting on the bubble to open the messaging app.

Harrington 🙄: wyd?

It's a simple enough message but you sit and ponder how to respond. You don't want to come off too desperate but you also don't want to wait too long to respond knowing he has other options lined up. Without overthinking too much more, you move your thumbs across the keyboard and sending your message.

Harrington 🙄: wyd?

You: nm, why?

Waiting with bated breath, you watch the text bubble pop up to notify he's typing.

Harrington 🙄: wya? lemme scoop you

Bingo.

You: im at home. how long do i have before you get here?

Harrington 🙄: bet. gimme 15 mins.

Your heart shouldn't be beating as fast as it is and you shouldn't be hopping around with joy like Snow White when she's singing to the birds, but like always Steve says jump and you say how high.

It should make you sick how he hasn't texted you in two weeks, only now asking to come get you so he can fuck. It should make you sick when you put on your brand new panties, that you may or may not have bought for just him. It should make you sick when you spritz yourself in his favorite perfume, growing flustered at the memory of him complimenting you for it.

All of it should make you sick to your stomach but that's not a possibility when he chose you. He chose you to keep going back to, he chose you to continue seeing and not one and done your ass. A twisted part of your brain is so convinced that he has some sort of feelings for you, the way you do for him. It's like a kaleidoscope, no matter how you twist or turn it, the colors are always so beautiful.

And if everyone wanted to tell you any different, all you had to do was show them the sparkling diamond necklace that hung from your chest. A thoughtful gift from the man they all claimed didn't have any love in his heart, even though you and everyone else knew it was a way to show his claim on you.

The familiar sound of Steve's blacked out Jeep pulling in your drive way makes your heart jump with excitement. Wasting no time, you dash down the drive, not wanting to keep him waiting any longer.

Pulling the door open you're met with the all too familiar scent of him, Ralph Lauren Ultra Blue swirling in your nose and going straight to your head.

He looks so good in his grey joggers, hugging his thick thighs that he knows drive you crazy. The white Hanes tee he wears is crisp, like he ironed it before putting it on. The sleeves wrap about his toned chest oh so perfectly causing some of his wild chest hair to poke out. To add the icing on the cake he's wearing that gold chain, that damn gold chain you loved looking at when he had you on your back.

"Hey trouble." White teeth flash in the darkness of the car, like the moon that's hung in the sky.

"Hi Stevie," You internally cringe at how needy it sounds, "how was work?" He gives you a small chortle at your question, still smiling that damn smile that could cure deceases.

"It was fine, had to cut the college's lawns. Ya know, the fun stuff." You nod your head at his answer, too nervous to even give a spoken response.

"Anyway, I thought we could take a ride down to lover's." It's said like it wasn't common knowledge already. Giving him a small okay, he leans over and places a quick peck on your lips, before putting the car into drive.

The ride to lover's lake from your house was a short seven minute drive but for some reason it felt like the roads were getting longer and longer. You want to jump out of the car, bile rising in your throat knowing how this is going to end. The heartbreak, the sadness you were gonna feel the minute he pulls out was already hitting you and it hasn't even happened yet.

His radio plays at a louder volume, The Weeknd's 'Try Me' bumping through the speakers.

You're the best I ever had

Baby girl, remind me, mind me

Let me now if it's on

And you know where to find me, find me

Havin thoughts you never had, yeah

You want to roll your eyes at the words but then again maybe he put this on because this is how he felt about you. The logical part of your brain tells you to get real but when you feel the fuzziness in your cheeks, your logic is all but ignored.

Maybe this time will be different, you think.

When he pulls onto the dirt path, he pulls the car under the big oak tree he always does. You wonder if this is where he brings all of his hookups but decide to push that though in the back of your head, not wanting to ruin the night.

"I missed you, trouble." Steve leans his back on the driver side door, watching you with those eyes you feel for all those months ago.

"And I bet you say that to all your little girlfriends." You jest back, making him roll his eyes dramatically.

"You and I both know that's not true." The low husky tone in his voice makes the fact he didn't deny the accusation of having other girls around, go down that much sweeter.

"You're all talk Harrington," You say seductively, leaning over the center console, "Why don't you show me how much you missed me?"

Steve's smile is wicked, pulling the keys out of the ignition, pointing you to get into the back. When you're settled in, he maneuvers ungracefully over the center console, making both of you laugh.

Sitting his body in the middle seat, you swing your leg over his lap, immediately locking your lips with his. Steve's not as rough as he usually is, taking his time like he's trying to memorize the way your mouth felt and tasted.

When you try to speed it up, he wraps his hand in your hair, yanking you off of him.

"Slow and steady, baby. We have all the time in the world." With your hair wrapped around his fist and his hard cock digging into your thigh, his voice is all but calm and sweet.

Moving back in to meet his lips, you match his energy. Rolling your hips slowly, you relish in the way he groans into your mouth. When you drag your hips over his again, you shudder with the way his hard on catches on your throbbing clit. Wetness starts to fill your panties, tummy tightening with want.

Steve's hands move to your hips, guiding your movement. Spit soaked lips leave yours, moving along your jaw down to your neck. Leaning your head up to the roof of the car, he takes that as invitation to massacre the tender skin.

He sucks hard, right where your vein pumps frantically with lust, leaving another mark for you to carry around. One more tattoo right on your heart that beats for him.

Pulling away, a thick finger grabs onto the chain that hides under the collar of your sweatshirt. The small diamond glittering softly in the darkness of the night.

"Look at my baby, wearing her present so proudly. Isn't that right?" It's cocky and it should make you shiver with an ick but it doesn't. It only fuels your delusions.

You hum in response, too dumb off of his kiss to even open your mouth.

"Nuh uh, I asked you a question." Moving your sight down to him, he's already looking up at you. His lips are shining, cheeks puffed from the smile that glitters up at you.

"Yes, daddy." A deep growl comes from the back of his throat, a feral look painting over him.

You pretty much get whiplash from how fast he rips off your sweatshirt, revealing the pretty lace bra in the color he adores so much on you. His lips suck harshly on the skin of your chest, leaving reminds of him for only you to see.

"Can I suck you off, daddy?" It's breathy and so desperate leaving your mouth, all that talk about not wanting to look needy right out the window.

When his head moves away from the valley of your cupped breasts, he looks like a kid on Christmas. Eyes twinkling with excitement, like he's been waiting for all year round to hear those words.

"Don't need to beg me now, trouble. It's all yours." The smirk that paints Steve's lips is devilish and if you were in the right headspace you'd scoff at his condescending tone. But right now he was giving you exactly what you wanted and you weren't about to complain.

Clambering off of his lap, you move into the seat next to him, kneeling down. You could double as a dog who waits patiently for their owner to drop their treat, tail wagging and heavily panting.

Steve lifts his hips pushing down his joggers and underwear in one go, his heavy cock jumping up in excitement, bouncing off of his stomach.

The saliva in your mouth pools, almost escaping through your slightly parted lips. Your metaphorical dog bone waiting in front of you but you can't have it until he tells you to, so you wait for him to get get comfy again.

Looking over at you, he raises an eyebrow as if to say 'well?', and that's all you need to hear to move forward, making sure to arch your back when you do.

You decide to tease him a bit, kitten licking the head before sliding your tongue up the prominent vein that sat on the underside. The feeling of him shuttering spurs you one even more, bringing a hand up to his heavy ball sack and gently running a finger over it. You can feel your panties being drenched even more with wetness, just from the thought of how he tastes.

As weird as it might sound, you loved Steve's dick. It was a good seven inches, with the slightest curve that made him hit that special spot every time. He was thick too, so thick you that he always needed to prep you with his three of his fingers before hand.

Bringing your head back to the tip, you dripple spit onto it, smearing it with the precum that's already beaded out. Ever so slowly, you take your hand and begin you jerk him at the base of it. Looking up at him, you can see him eyes closed, brows furrowed together, as his chest moves rapidly up and down.

Deciding that you can't wait any further, you put him in your mouth and start bobbing up and down. Not even halfway down his shaft and you begin to gag around him. Using your hand to take whatever your mouth can't, you move faster. The raunchy sounds of you slurping him up fill the small space of the car.

When Steve jolts his hips forward you can't help but choke, throat closing around him, making him moan deeply.

"I know but you can take it, right?" You do your best to nod your head with him in your mouth. You look up at him with glassy eyes, drool coming out both sides of your mouth, and he chuckles at you.

"So fuckin' pretty." Steve says breathlessly and you beam at the praise, going back to taking him further in your mouth.

You push through the want to gag, putting more and more of him in your mouth. You want to prove something to him, prove that no one else can make him feel like this and it seems to be working when he whines so loud it rings in your ears.

Pulling your hand off of the base, you cup his balls in your hand, messaging the sack gently in your hair. The heavy weight of his hand lands on the top of your head, once again yanking you by the hair.

You whine at the loss of his heavy cock in his mouth, pouting childishly at him when your at eye level with him again. He's panting hard, cheeks fleshed pink, and his hair messy from him running his hand through it.

"It was so good, honey," he breathes, "but I really wanna finish inside of you."

The sentence makes your belly burn even harder than before. Trying to move around in the cramped backseat is challenging, both of you pausing to laugh when your pants get caught on your foot awkwardly.

Once your leggings and panties are discarded somewhere on the floor, Steve takes his time admiring you. His gaze burns you with every movement of his eyes. Here you are, clumsily sprawled out for him in the backseat of his beloved Jeep.

Bringing a hand to your thigh, he rubs it up and down the skin, causing the skin to raise in goosebumps every time his finger would catch on the lip of your heat.

You whimper at him, raising your hips trying to meet his touch where you need him most. Tisking down at you, he shakes his head.

"What's the magic word?" He teases and you pout even harder.

"Please, Stevie? Need you." You say wetly, the burn of tears coming back in your eyes. Steve leans over you, so close that if you brought your head up just an inch, your noses would touch.

"The right answer was, 'Steve is the coolest', but I'll let it slide since you sound so cute." He whispers to you, placing a quick kiss to the tip of your nose.

The tip of his finger runs along your slit and you mewl at the feeling.

"Do you always get this wet, trouble? Or is this just for him." The smile pulled on is one like the joker. Sick and twisted and yet all you see is an angel from above.

"S'for you. S'always for you, daddy." It comes out like a slur, so drunk off of one little touch.

"That's my girl." It's more like a whisper when it comes out of his mouth.

His finger diving into the sticky mess that's been made in between your legs. Swirling his finger around your hole, spreading the wetness up to your bundle of nerves, moving in slow figure eights around it.

Steve hasn't even put a finger inside you yet and the lewd squelching of your pussy can probably be heard for miles. The feeling of him putting more pressure on your clit makes you jolt with pleasure. When the first finger breaches your hole, your eyes close in euphoria.

Even with just one of his fingers inside of you, it feels way better than anything else. The thickness of it stretching you further than two of yours could.

Still using his thumb to circle your clit, he pushes another finger in. Starting off slow, he pumps both into you, curling them up in a 'come hither' motion.

You're high off of him, off of the way his hands feel, and how good he's making you feel. All of that waiting and wondering when he'd reach out to you paying off in this very moment.

"You can take another one, right? You gonna take three of daddy's fingers like the good girl you are?" His voice is intoxicating and you drink it right up.

You nod your head, babbling 'please daddy' and 'more, more, more". He's eating it right up, the way he's got you dumb and he hasn't even fucked you yet.

Without another word, another thick finger joins the other two. This time he decides to go faster, hitting that spot you struggle to reach on your own. With his thumb still swirling around and now three fingers deep, you can feel the tightness in your stomach building.

You can feel your slick dripping down your ass onto the leather seat beneath you. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, legs pulling up from where he's sat between them, toes curling in a death grip.

"I'm gonna, fuck, I'm cumming," The sentence gets cut off with the air that's trapped in your throat.

His movements don't stop, guiding you through your orgasm. When the waves of your orgasm washes over you, your legs relax like they're filled with jelly, slobber running down the side of your face, and your chest moving unsteady as you try to catch your breath.

You hiss when he removes his hand from you, mourning the loss of feeling full. Moving his fingers to his lips, he sucks your juices off of them one at a time, releasing them with a pop when he's done.

Using his other hand, he brushes some of the hair that's sticking to your face with sweat behind your ear. Placing delicate kisses to your cheeks and forehead, he glances down at you. The harsh black that once enveloped his irises are now softened with a look that you have yet to decipher.

"You did such a good job for me, sweetheart." He coos at you, running his thumb along your jaw. "You okay? Need a break?"

"No, I'm okay Stevie." Your smile is nothing but pure happiness. Blame it on the after glow of your orgasm all you want, but the happiness is purely due to his attentiveness to you.

Placing one more kiss to your deprived lips, he moves his attention to his aching cock. Spitting into the palm of his hand, he jerks himself a few times before lining himself up to your entrance.

Pushing in gently, his tip breaches your hole and all the air is punched out of your lungs. Even with his prepping, you never seem ready for the real thing.

Going inch by inch, stopping every so often for you to catch your breath, he finally pushes all the way in. After waiting for the okay, he doesn't hesitate to pound into you.

You swear you can feel him in your stomach, reworking each and everyone of your organs, but you could careless when it feels this good. You want this feeling forever, the feeling of his weight on top of you, him spreading you out so well.

The gold chain that hangs from his freckled neck dangles in front of you, hypnotizing you with the way it moves back and forth. With all the strength you have, you watch him trying to remember how he looks when he's inside of you so when he ultimately ghosts you, you can close you eyes and imagine it.

Steve looks so beautiful like this, eyes closed tightly, browns pulling together, pink puffy lip tucked behind his straight teeth. You want to take a picture, hang it in a museum for all of the world to see, but this is for only you to see. Your own little memento for you to keep to yourself.

"Fuck you're so wet, hmph, and warm. Jesus" Steve grits out, bringing you back to reality.

Skin slapping off of skin echoes out, loud moans and groans making a lovely soundtrack just for you two.

"Shit, right there!" You cry out when his cock hits just perfectly on your cervix.

"Bullseye," He whispers to himself before ramming into you even harder than before.

Your mouth curls into an O shape, no words or sounds coming out. The feeling of your finger nails raking down his back backs him grunt loudly.

"You and this pussy are mine. Tell me you're mine." He demands but you can't do it, too overwhelmed with the way your stomach has started to tighten.

Because you don't answer right away, he snakes his hand down to your abused clit, circling it again causing you to jolt from overstimulation.

"Don't make me tell you again, trouble." He spits out.

"I'm yours Steve. S'yours." You shout, your orgasms approaching faster and faster.

"S'always gonna be mine, right? No one else?" He question and it sends your head reeling.

"Always yours, always fuck, yours." You're babbling now, tippy toeing on the brink of your release.

"Come on baby, cum for daddy. Cum on my cock." He pants, going faster and faster as he does.

Without argument, you're hurdled over the the edge, gushing and pulsing around Steve. He continues to fuck into you, chasing his own high now.

"Cum in me, daddy. Wanna feel it so bad." You coax, wanting to feel the warmth of his seed filling you up.

"I love how you feel, baby. You got, motherfuck, no idea." His strokes are starting to lose rhythm, sloppily moving as he continues.

"I love this pussy s'much. Fuckin' love yo-" Before he can finish his statement, he cums with a guttural moan.

Your mind goes blank, eyes snapping open with confusion. Was he about to say he loved you? Is that what he was going to say? Every single question runs through your mind while the boy in question is collapsed on top of you, breath choppy and erratic as he comes down.

After what feels like the world's longest minute, he removes himself off of you, pulling his dick out from your cunt. You whimper at the feeling, missing him even more than before.

Wordlessly, Steve pulls open the center consul and takes out a couple of napkins. Returning his attention to you, he wipes down the mess of you and his release off of you, causing you to shudder. He repeats 'sorry' over and over again as he does.

After that, he uses what's let to clean himself off before getting redressed. You move from your position on your back, sitting upright to ungracefully put your clothes back on. In the darkness of his car, you can't find the panties you were once wearing, deciding to forget about them and pull your leggings back on.

The blissful after glow that was once there is now demolished, a big elephant taking up most of the space now. When he moves back to the driver seat, you follow right behind him, planting yourself in the passenger.

Steve doesn't turn the car on just set, he just sits looking straight ahead through the clouded windshield to the darkness of the woods that sit in front of you. You want to say something, break up the awkwardness that sits between you two but you don't know what to even say.

It smells like sweat and sex, every window is fogged up with both of your hot breath, and the only sound that can be heard is the breaking of your heart.

You know he won't be back in two weeks, you know that his texts will stop rolling in, and that he'll eventually find someone to fill your spot. The bloodshed that's now left, of whatever this was, now fills the backseat of his car. A crime scene that will haunt him every time he looks in the rearview mirror, a murder by his own hands.

This cat and mouse game isn't fun anymore for Steve, not when he's lost at his own game. You're the cause of his demise, the girl that's broken through all his barriers.

Unbeknownst to you, you're all that Steve thinks about. Every morning, noon, and night, it's you that is on his mind. The months of seeing you, feeling you, the taste of you, were killing him softly. Steve didn't buy gifts for other girls, yeah he fucked around, but he never kept one around the way he did with you and he surely didn’t fuck them raw the way he does with you.

Steve was falling for you, opening himself up in such a vulnerable way that it scared him. He stopped the late night drive going nowhere, switching it to strictly going to lover's lake. The talks that he had with you, all the times you made each other laugh, were now replaced with short answers. Meeting up with you almost all the time now became once every couple of weeks.

You were the one thing, the one person Steve wanted and needed in his life but he couldn't give into it. He was a bad person, an asshole who turned good people into shells of themselves, and out of everyone he couldn't ruin you. He wouldn't ruin you.

Putting the keys into the ignition, he turns the car on, headlights illuminating the trees around you. Cracking the windows, he lets the cool air sweep the scent of you out of his car. Putting the car in drive, he presses down on the gas as hard as he can, taking off of in a flash.

The car ride home is silent, only the hum of his music can be heard with the whooshing of the wind. Anxiety fills your body, picking and pulling the skin around your nails with your teeth.

The loud ding of his phone rings out, a notification popping up on the Apple radio screen. Your heart cracking when you see it.

IMessage:

Jess💦: Still coming over?

Taking his phone out of the cupholder, his eyes are still trained on the road. As he pulls up to the red light, he types out something quickly and then puts it back down.

Another ding is heard and another notification pulls up on the larger screen.

IMessage:

Jess💦: See you soon daddy

Tears fall quietly from your eyes, your heart now completely shattered in the front seat of his car. You should've know, you did know and you still did it. You let your naïve heart believe that maybe you could change him, and you ended up looking like the idiot everyone said you were.

You can't even be mad because they were right, you were a goddamn idiot to think Steve Harrington loved you, let alone liked you enough to change.

More tears fall onto your cheeks, the burning feeling of a choked sob sits in the back of your throat. It feels like everything that could've went wrong, did just that.

The cold nip of the night air can't compete with the way your veins have frozen over and your heart slowly turning into a lump of coal. When he pulls in front of your house, he puts it in park and looks over at you.

“So,” he hesitates, “do you need money for a plan b?”

Your mouth hangs low in shock and he’s looking at you cluelessly. Scoffing at him you pull the handle to the door open.

“Don’t worry Harrington, I’m on birth control.” Putting a foot onto the ground, you got to get out, pausing turning your head back to him.

“Not like the world needs another you in it.”

Getting out of the car, you slam the door so hard you're surprised the glass doesn't shatter.

This was the end of whatever you and Steve were, him being the one to cut that pesky string that kept you close to him. Steve Harrington has changed you, a hateful person now replacing the sweet girl he loved so much.

The girl that Steve Harrington loves was now dead and Steve Harrington was now dead to you.

Thank you all for reading. The ending is rushed but we won't speak on that lmao. Love you all <3

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Dogs United - Lucy Bronze

I'm not British, I've only been in England a few times and no, I don't play football. But here I am sitting in the stands of the stadium where the opening match between England and Haiti will be played, literally on the other side of the world. And how did I turn out to be here? On an evening in September last year I was on holiday in Manchester and with my friends we decided to go to a nearby park to relax and enjoy some good weather.

"Oi y/n what about to play football?" One of my friends said. "I'm not going to make a fool of myself eh, you guys play and I'll just watch from over here" I said amused. "Well your loss then" Brenton said. Out of nowhere comes a white dog full of mud and runs across my feet, luckily it didn't stain my clothes. The dog looked lost, so I decided to take it and wait for its owner to come and get it. Suddenly I hear the screams of a girl, well, a hot girl with a gorgeous body, "Narla, Narla, where are you? I let her come closer and when she is in my vision I say "Hey are you the owner of this dog?" I said a little serious. "Yes, who are you and what are you doing with my dog" she said between anger and agitation. "And you're getting angry mate? I could always let the dog run, eh? I said in my poor English, which I understood. "It's true, I'm sorry, it's just that it's as if she was my daughter," she said, calming down. "Don't worry, I'm like that with my dogs" I said in an amused tone. "You're not from here, are you? "said Lucy. "No, I'm from Barcelona and apparently you are from here" i said. "Yes, well not from Manchester properly but I have lived here for a long time". She said looking at Narla. "Well girl, I'm leaving, my friends are already calling me, nice to meet you..."? I said by way of goodbye. "Lucy, my name is Lucy" "well Lucy a pleasure and try not to lose your dog" I said in a joking tone. "bye bye, nice to meet you too" he said and walked away.

"So, what about you and that girl?" my best friend said. "Nothing, she had lost her dog and she turned out to be the one I was petting" I said relaxed waiting for the food to be brought. "And I see that you liked her eh" "she's pretty yes, but I don't know more, the only thing is that her name is Lucy and she's from around here apparently" I said "not even a phone number or instagram, daughter? I can see that you're kind of short girl" he says very funny. "No way. But what time does our flight leave?" I said. "Around 9 pm. So, in 4 hours" says my friend Martina. "Ok.

A week later in a park in Sant Joan Despí, Barcelona.

"Hey Claudio, bring the ball, we're leaving now" I say to my 3 year old Tibetan Mastiff. "This dog is going to drive me crazy, how can he have so much energy" I say to myself, tired of chasing him all over the park. When I take him by the leash he gives me a slight push and I see a girl who looks very familiar to me looking for something. "AHH I remembered, this is the girl from Manchester" I said to myself. "Hey Lucy, you've lost your dog again" I said between worried and amused. "Hey hi, yeah and I can't find her" looking so worried Claudio comes over and starts sniffing her. "Well look, it's your lucky day. Claudio likes to look for things, maybe he can help you to look for her" I say with optimism. "Buah would you do that for my boy?" He says to Claudio tickling his head. "Well, do you have something of your dog for Claudio to smell and look for? I say more seriously. "Yes look, the ball I was playing with" she gives it to Claudio and he soon finds Narla hiding behind the bushes.

"But look who we have here" I turn to look at Narla and find that her paw is in a funny shape and she looks scared. "Hey Lucy, be careful, apparently she has something in her paw" I say looking Lucy in the eyes. "No my baby, I guess the right thing to do is to take her to the vet" she says a little worried. "I was just going to suggest that, in case she has a broken paw or something" I say calmly. "Do you know a good vet to take her to? I haven't been in Barcelona for long and I don't know about this". She asks me. "Of course, girl, there is one in the centre, if you want I'll take you there, I have the car parked over there" I pointed to the car park. "Well come on, let's go".

In the car park...

"So, which is your car?" Lucy asked pointing to the pile of cars in the car park. "That one over there" I said pointing to the grey range rover. "Oi nice car y/n" said Lucy amused. "Well come on, let's go" I said as I attached Claudio's leash to the harness. "Do you mind if I drop Claudio off at home first and then we go to the vet?" "Yeah sure, whatever you want" we headed to my house. To be true my house is too big for me alone but the garden is for my dogs. "You live alone?" Lucy asks a bit incredulous at the size of the house. "Yes, and with my other boys" "You have a boyfriend then?" "What? No Lucy for goodness sake, my boys are my other dogs hahaha but no, I'm single. What about you? Do you have a partner" I say laughing "AHH I get it, no I don't have a PARTNER hahaha." She says amused. "I see you got the memo" I laugh. "So, tell me a little bit about yourself" Lucy asks me. "Well, I'm 28 years old, I've been living in Barcelona for about 15 years but I'm from San Sebastian. Single, 3 big dogs and a lot of free time" "What about you" I ask. "Well, you know, my name is Lucía Roberta but I like to be called Lucy. I'm 31 years old and I've been living in Barcelona for 6 months, I don't have a partner, and Narla is my only company together with my work mates" "well not so bad eh girl" "a bit boring my life too I tell you" says Lucy joking.

"Well we have arrived" I say parking the car in front of the vet's office. "Where are we going?" she says to me, "well, here we are, Hi Pedrito. Look, this dog got lost in the park a little while ago and when we found her she looked like she had a broken leg. Can you take a look at it please" I say seriously. "Sure boss, do you know anything about the owners?" He looks at me and looks at Lucy. "Yes, she is the owner.

Some time later...

"Well, this baby doesn't have a broken leg or anything, she's just a bit hurt, the x-rays have come out clean and I think that if you give her a painkiller and she can't run around the park too much for a few days then she'll be fine" says Pedrito looking at Lucy. "Thank you very much, really". Lucy says happily. "And you too y/n, I didn't know you were the boss" she says in a funny accusatory way. "Well we never talked about work baby" I said laughing. "Well that's true too" "put your location to drop you home" I said looking at Lucy and Narla who was sleeping in her arms.

Already at Lucy's door...

"Well, here we are" I say to Lucy and get out to open the car door for her. "Such a gentlewoman" she says flirtatiously. "For you my queen" "thank you for today y/n and Manchester". "No worries Lucy" I say smiling. "I was wondering if you wanted to go to dinner tomorrow as a thank you?" she says glaring at me. "Yes I want to come with you Lucy" her shinny eyes look at me. "well I'll pick you up at 7" "well Lucy" I go over to say goodbye with two kisses and at that moment she steals a kiss on my lips and leaves.

The day I realised who Lucy Bronze was, it was by chance. I already had my suspicions that Lucy could be an influential person in the world of sport but I had never realised that thought and as I was madly in love with her I didn't even care to know what she did for a living. I just thank existence for having such a goddess by my side. But well, the day I discovered that Lucy was Lucy was when my crazy lesbian friends found a tweet that said there were rumours that a women's team for the third time in the champions league was going to fill the camp nou. And yes, I am a crazy lesbian but I know as much about sports as I know about astrophysics, which is to say, nothing. When my friend Jade showed me the photos I recognised Lucy and of course, at that moment everything made sense.

I decided to surprise Lucy at her next match and go to see her "she will be happy" I thought. So I pulled my contacts and my friend Jade, who is dating a Barça guy, gave me some tickets for the match in the VIP area near the stadium. Having sorted that out, I decided to buy a t-shirt of my girl and wait for the day of the match.

When I arrived at my seats the first thing I thought was that this stadium is very big and that only the best can play there and I wasn't wrong. When the girls came out to warm up it was a show, everyone shouted, made noise, sang club songs and on two occasions they sang "un día de partit...". I had already learnt it. When I saw the last player leave I was in shock. My girl in shorts and playing sport is from another world, but seeing how perfect she looks in the blaugrana colour made me feel things. How good she looks doing sport and I was like a lost puppy watching her. I can't believe that it's been almost 6 months since we've been together and I've never seen her doing sport, if my girl is such a sweetheart.  When the game was over I saw the girls coming to give autographs and take pictures, so I went over and waited for Lucy to approach the group where I was. As she was heading this way I waited until I was the last person she was going for a photo and I said "Lucia Roberta, will you take a photo with me?" To which she turns around and looks at me and is shocked. I laugh "can you sign my t-shirt too?" She comes out of her trance and slyly takes the picture with me and signs my t-shirt.

Back at my house we have a few laughs while I tell her how I realised she was a footballer. "So you accidentally realised that I play football," she says to me with a laugh. "Yes love, and you know I don't know anything about football, so add to that the fact that I spent the whole game trying to figure out what was going on" "hahahahaha I imagine you looking like a lost puppy, oh baby" she comes closer and gives me a cuddle "I'm not laughing, now it's your responsibility to teach me the basics so I don't get bored" I tell her between kisses. "I'd love to, honey". "One thing love, it didn't bother you that I went like that without warning?" I say a little more seriously. "No babe, actually it was a nice surprise, the girls want to meet you."

Weeks before she left for camp....

"Baby I want to go on a weekend holiday to the beach, are you in?" I say to Lucy as I go looking at accommodation and flights. "A weekend you and me alone on a beach, where do I sign up?" she says super happy. "Come on, I'll book everything" I lean over and give her a little kiss. "Oh love, my parents have a yacht in Ibiza and they have told me that if we want to use it we should let them know so they can arrange everything" she says casually. "Your parents have what? Hey tell me the truth, are you and your family one of those posh ones or what?" I laugh and nod my head. "Yeah Lucia Roberta, my parents have money hahaha" I look at her playfully. "Now it makes sense that you are so stubborn and capricious" she tells me amused. "That's how you love me sweetheart" I blow her a kiss.

And that's how I turned out in Australia watching the love of my life participate in what will possibly be her last world cup (according to what she explained to me because I swear that what I know the most about football is the goal).

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Can you do a soft type thing where female y/n loses their virginity to Larissa weems and Larissa shows them what to do and is really gentle with them and looks after them afterwards

Your first 18+

*Authors note~ this is such an adorable prompt and one I love to write about. The first of everything is always remembered. Sometimes not for the right reasons but it helps to write the positives for this*

Trigger warning~ virgin R slightly dominant Larissa oral (r received) fingering (r received) if you squint corruption kink?

Prompt~ see ask^^

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You always had a thing for the older women. Well that's not strictly true. You'd been crushing on Larissa Weems since your Nevermore days. She was in the last year as you entered your first and you were star struck. The day she graduated, you cried your little heart out in the dorm for days. She didn't even know you existed but oh you knew of hers. Never would you find another you wish to give yourself or your heart too. Granted, the fact you wouldn't date or even kiss another made you rather unpopular. An outcast among outcasts. Rather fitting for you and your abilities. You didn't care tho, one day you'd find your way back to the infamous Larissa Weems.

And luckily for you that came just a few short years after you had graduated Nevermore and taken the teaching position that had opened up for music. That was what you were good at and it felt right, so for those years you buried yourself in work. Until the principal suddenly passed onto the next life, the new principal was appointed and that is how you came face to face with Principal Larissa Weems. Fate is a funny thing and this moment made all the comments you'd received about not dating anyone because you desired he faded away instantly.

Now you didn't really help yourself here and you know that, a shy introverted music teacher didn't really have much to offer the principal, however after months of building a friendship you finally admitted your feelings to the women. You stuttered and stumbled over your words, kicking yourself internally. This women was a literal angel and here you were making a fool of yourself. That's the number one way to make her see that you weren't worth the time of someone so goddess like. But to your surprise she found your ramblings adorable and admitted she also felt the same. And that was the birth of the romance you were in with your boss. Nothing spectacularly over the top but absolutely perfect to you.

Now considering your age most would assume you wouldn't be virgin, however the purity ring on your left ring finger screamed otherwise. Larissa had noticed it and asked you what it symbolised. You explained that it was your purity ring and it's only to be taken off after well self explanatory really? Right? Well, she was stumped for a solid few minutes before it dawned on her. You hadn't had sex before, of any kind. But why? And then you explained everything with a bright red flush adorning your cheeks, that Larissa found absolutely adorable. You fiddled with your fingers avoiding her gaze out of your embarrassment. You wanted to profusely apologise to the women, say you understand if she wishes to end things with you and that you should've told her sooner but you thought she saw the ring. Your ramblings were cut off in a sweet kiss. Your first. You were in shock and didn't really know what happened but you responded instinctively.

For months that's all that occurred, sweet kisses and gentle touches, most evenings you'd cuddle up together in front of her office fire place with a lovely glass of wine and a book. Those evenings just soaking in each other's embrace was becoming your favourite thing. And you began to wonder what the big fuss was over sex. Would it really be as others said? Would it hurt? You'd heard some horror stories over your time, but you knew with your Rissa you would be perfectly safe. And that's how you found yourself fiddling with the ring on your finger hoping to find the courage.

"Ris? I um I think no I know I want to um" you trailed off awkwardly. This didn't feel sexy or anywhere near what you thought you'd feel. "What do you want my love?" She hummed marking her page and placing the book to the side, giving you her undivided attention. "I want you to show me what it feels like to not wear this anymore" you mumbled pointing to the ring and avoiding her gaze. "Love? Are you sure? We don't have to rush darling I just want you to feel safe and ready" she reassured you reaching her hand out to gently grab at your chin, guiding you to look into her eyes. "I'm sure Ris. Show me" you murmured before she claimed your lips with hers in a kiss that you hadn't experienced yet, one that was becoming addictive. You wanted, no you needed more. So when you pulled away for some air you gasped out clutching onto the older women's shoulders,"take me to bed Rissa."

Once you had stumbled your way to her room, you immediately felt nerve's resurfacing. "Are you sure sweetheart?" She mumbled holding your back to her front in a hug she knew soothed you. "I'm sure I just I don't know what I am doing" you mumbled embarrassed by your admission. "Oh sweet girl I'll show you if you allow me to darling. I'll be gentle with you and if you ever want to stop tell me and we will instantly, no matter how far along we get okay?" Her words soothed those nerves and were met with a simple "please Larissa, show me."

Larissa made sure to worship all of your body, clothes being slowly stripped from your dorm as she placed kisses over the newly seen skin. Words of praise and love where whispered against the skin in between the kisses, just wanting you to feel good. Consent seemed to be a reoccurring thing in this act, Larissa asked again if you desired to continue. And you did, although you weren't quite sure what was happening or what you were asking for, all you knew is you needed something. And Larissa was more than willing to provide it for you.

She guided you through everything, explaining how she wanted you to be, what she would do, and reassuring you what you were feeling was normal and it was just because you needed her. Her last instruction was to relax and follow your instincts here. And when you felt her mouth at your dripping cunt you understood. The bucking of your hips was instinctual, her mouth exploring you ever so gently, the moans were tumbling freely, rather loudly. "Oh fuck I god I'm sorry that was loud" you half moaned and panted before another desperate cry tore through her. Larissa saw them as signs of encouragement to suck on your aching bundle of nerves. "Ris fuck what is happening my stomach?" You panted the panic slightly evident in your voice. She pulled away slightly to reassure you that it was all okay and normal, and mumbled "cum for me pretty girl" before continuing to suck and lap at your core.

When the feeling released in your stomach you came with a cry of her name. She made sure to bring you down gently before moving up to see your blissed out eyes as you struggled to catch your breath. She was about to offer a kiss but you grabbed her pulling her lips to yours moaning at the taste of yourself. "Is that uh?" You whimpered as she nodded at you. "Thank you Ris, I really enjoyed that but um can you show me more?" You whimpered shyly as she grinned down at you. "You want more love?" And you nodded eagerly. It was only when you felt slender fingers dancing across your soaked cunt that you gasped out again, no longer caring for the volume. "Are you sure love? This one may hurt a little, tell me if it does okay?" She whispered looking a little afraid at possibly hurting you. You reached a hand down to hold the one on the bed holding her up. With a gentle squeeze you pleaded with her to continue. The feeling was like no other, it stung a bit and you did as asked, she stilled her fingers and waited for the go ahead. In that time you were showered with love, praise and kisses. Soon enough the stinging dissolved into pleasure. Your lover once again brought you to the edge of your orgasm before leaning down to your chest to suck a pert bud into her mouth, teeth lightly grazing it causing you to see stars. Once again working you down gently before removing her fingers, noting the wince you did, no more would happen tonight.

With her mind made up she crawled back up the bed to gather you in her arms. "Sweetheart? Was that okay?" To which you replied with a blissed out sleepy moan, "perfect Rissa. Thank you. I'm glad you were the first." A smile adorned her lips as she kissed your head multiple times "I'm glad to be the first darling, I love you so much my darling, you did fabulously well" that one compliment caused a blush to spread across your cheeks and down your neck. You fiddled with your ring to slip it off your finger, "here this belongs to you now" you mumbled sleepily. "Thank you my darling, I'll cherish it now get some rest love" she whispered before cuddling you closer to her.

After that night Larissa found a chain to wear the ring on, that was the one necklace that would never leave her. When teachers would inquire about it, she would just smile and say it was the most precious gift she could've had the honour of being given which caused you to blush and smile at the ground. You may have been ridiculed as a teenager but you don't regret waiting for her.

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"Age doesn't matter" 4

Dad!Bakugou x F!Babysitter!Teacher!Reader

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After his shift, Eijirou headed towards his office and changed into his casual attire. It's an uneventful shift which Eijirou was glad about since it meant no one got hurt. But he couldn't stop thinking about Katsuki and his well-being.

Being a hero means helping as much as you can even if it costs you to offer up your life. So if it takes him eternally to find the person who caused this misery to his friend, he will.

Thinking about this made Eijirou's blood boil. It makes him think back to the day Katsuki introduced her to them. At first, he thought she was a fine woman who doesn't care about Katsuki's status, and wealth. But as the day goes by, he started noticing the changes in his friend. It even got to the point that Katsuki had to miss work just for him to buy her desires. Materialistic desires.

How dare she manipulate his best friend.

How dare she steal his wealth.

How dare she fool around while Katsuki's working his ass off.

How dare she leave him and their child behind.

Thinking about this made Eijirou desperate and arrest her right away. But that isn't logical thinking. He knew he needed to know her side first. He needed to know why she does that.

After Eijirou wrapped up, he put his suit where the agency will cleanse it. He bid everyone goodbye with a smile before departing the building. His smile suddenly slips as he fishes his phone from his pocket. Grasping it firmly, he doubled taps the screen seeing his phone lit up. His finger dances on the screen as he dials a familiar number before placing the phone near his ear and waiting for the other line to answer.

"Hello?"

"Ah hey! How are you doing?" Eijirou smiled as he began walking.

"Kirishima. I didn't expect you to call.”

"Haha, yeah. Today's uneventful so my shift ended quite early." Eijirou said scratching his head.

"So, what's up?"

Eijirou's smile disappears again, "I'll get frankly to the topic." He said with a serious voice, "I hope you have useful news."

The person at the other line raised an eyebrow before smiling. "Ah. Yes actually. You'll be shocked."

"What is it?" Eijirou asked making him stop walking.

"She's actually still in the city."

..

"Okay, class. It’s already 4 pm. That's all for today. You may only leave when your parents showed up to pick you up." Ms. Y/n smiled as she started assembling her items.

One by one, the parents show up greeting her before they took their child and leave. The only one left is Kazui who's busily sketching random stuff on a piece of paper.

The fact that Kazui knew someone would pick him up but probably late made Ms. Y/n feel sad. He’s too young to experience this kind of thing. That is also why she mentioned to Mr. Bakugou that she used to be a babysitter so that she can officially take care of Kazui.

Taking a huge breath, Ms. Y/n made her way to Kazui who hasn't noticed her yet. Once she reached his side, she knelt down and tap him on his shoulder trying to get his attention which worked.

“Ms. Y/n?” Kazuo looked at her curiously as he stopped doodling.

“Will anyone pick you up?” Ms. Y/n asked. She ought to know if someone will pick him up so that she’ll know if they had to wait or she’ll take him with her.

Kazuo looked down at his paper sadly. “Papa didn't mention he’ll pick me up, not grandma.” He mumbled.

His tone of voice causes Ms. Y/n’s heart to ache. So without further ado, she gathers her things, as well as Kazui’s, and motioned him to follow her.

“Ms. Y/n, where are we going?” Kazui asked as he watches his teacher locking their classroom door.

“I’ll take you to my apartment again. But I need to message your grandparents first, or your papa to let them know you’re with me.” Ms. Y/n smiled down at Kazui who smiled at her excitedly.

“Really!? Do I get to watch you cook again?!” Kazui beamed and followed Ms. Y/n way to the teacher’s office where she has her things.

“Of course.” Ms. Y/n giggled seeing Kazui's eyes sparkling.

Once Ms. Y/n finished packing the things she needed to work on her home and messaging Kazui’s guardian, she wave to her co-teachers, telling them she’ll take her leave.

Ms. Y/n felt Kazui’s hand grasp her skirt making her look down. This must be how Kazui is to Mr. Bakugou. So she took his hand and held it giving Kazui a gentle smile.

“What do you want for dinner, dear?” Ms. Y/n asked as they both headed to the exit door.

Kazui released a humming sound as if thinking, making Ms. Y/n chuckle as she watches him.

“Can we have Hamburger Steak?” Kazui looked up at her showing his beautiful velvet eyes as he waited for her to answer.

“Mhhmm.” Ms. Y/n pretended to think, placing her pointer finger on her pouting lips. “Alright.” She smiled.

“Yay!!”

..

It was now 6 pm in the evening and Katsuki just finished his shift. He's glad and pissed at the same time that today was slow. No villain attacks or what so ever.

As he made his way to his agency, Katsuki took this chance to check his phone. Seeing a lot of notifications from his old mentor, his parents, and Kazui’s school. Of course, he clicked the one concerning his child.

When the message showed on his screen, he reads it carefully. Although, the content of the message made him facepalm. He forgot to inform Kazui’s teacher he’ll pick him up late. Boy, he was glad Kazui’s teacher is considerate enough to look after Kazui while he was on duty.

She’s been taking care of his child for a while now since they both got closer and she even bring his child to her apartment, waiting for someone to pick him up. He was glad someone was giving him a helping hand.

When Katsuki reached his office, he kept reminding himself to bring a gift as a thank you to Ms. Y/n for taking care of his child.

..

After they both went to the supermarket to get the ingredients needed for their dinner, Ms. Y/n went to the beverage area and added a small bottle of sparkling grape juice for herself and a pair of orange juice boxes for Kazui. She paid everything to the cashier and walk their way to her apartment which isn't that far from the school.

When they entered her apartment, Kazui took the bags from Ms. Y/n, helping her to place them on the counter which he could barely reach.

Ms. Y/n giggled at this and thanked Kazui before going to her bedroom and changing into comfortable clothes. After changing, she made her way to her kitchen and started preparing.

“Ms. Y/n?” Kazuo called out while he sat on the counter top where he could watch Ms. Y/n cook. But of course, away from the stove.

“Yes, sweetie?” Ms. Y/n answered while she focuses on mixing the contents needed for the burger steak.

“Are you single?”

Ms. Y/n halt her movement, blinking confusedly before turning her head to look at Kazui. “Where did this come from?”

“Well, I don't see any other pictures in here. Only your picture and a family picture right there.” Kazui said raising his hand to point where he saw the picture.

Observant. The word that came up in Ms. Y/n's mind. She knew Kazui’s smart. She witnessed how he can effortlessly solve any problem written on the blackboard. Especially when it's a situational problem. No, she didn't teach these kinds of problems to her students. But when she saw Kazui’s ability, she decided to test it out. That's where she found out about Kazui’s sharp thinking. Maybe it was because he was the child of the number 2 hero? Was he teaching his child these things? She’ll never know.

“Haha. I am single. And why are you asking this, huh?” Ms. Y/n eyes Kazui suspiciously and is playful at the same time. “Are you going to ask me out?”

Kazui’s face turns red and seeing this reaction made Ms. Y/n laugh.

“I’m kidding.” Ms. Y/n said giggling and continue preparing their dinner.

“C-can I ask you a question?” Kazui was looking at his feet when he said this.

“Go ahead, sweetie.” Ms. Y/n spoke out gently as she started shaping the burger steak.

“Can you be my mama?”

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🕷Awakening Your Femme Fatale — Timeless Pick A Card

Why would you allow undeserving asses to look down on you when you are a literal Goddess? Every woman has that Lilith sleeping deep inside; just waiting for the right temperature to unleash her HOT GIRL POISON🕷

SONG for all piles: Forgive Me by BoA

MOVIE for all piles: Death Becomes Her (1992)

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Reading guide 1: My readings are always unisex, but Lilith in astrology is a definitively fatalistic Female archetype. If you identify as operating more on the Feminine energy, this PAC could be about what's hidden or awakening inside of YOU~💄Or, if you resonate with being attracted to the Feminine energy, this reading might shed a light on the type of ‘dangerous woman’ you tend to recklessly fall for… or secretly fantasise about🙃

Reading guide 2: Some of you may be wondering why Death Becomes Her is a movie vibe for this PAC, due to the fact that our main characters do not end well at all😜It is a cautionary tale of when Lilith goes berserk beyond control. When Lilith has no self-control, her sense of rivalry towards women and disappointment in men cause her to become a reckless danger to herself as much as she is a menace to everyone else. With great power comes great responsibility. The characters in that movie were not responsible the slightest bit except that man (Bruce Willis kyah!) who eventually came to his senses🤷🏻‍♀️Remember, not all men are as idiotic as they appear to be🤭

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Pile 1 – Amorous Manipulator

VIBE: Kimi ni Muchuu (crazy about you) by Utada Hikaru

your hidden poison – 8 of Cups

Are you aware of the fact that people tend to run to you for comfort? Something about you draws people in; you seem trustworthy, protective, reliable and strong, and they feel cared for in your embrace. They feel understood. You provide a sense of camaraderie. Little do they know, you really don’t care that much. You’re just nice, kinda. You like to chit chat every now and then. But you’re usually crunching numbers in your head—thinking how best to use these people for later purposes.

You’re cool, detached, and calculating about your every single move. You never really show people what’s going on in your private life. People can’t figure you out as you seem flighty… more like, elusive. You’re like a bird or fish ready to escape anytime the temperatures around you get burdensome. Deep down, you feel like you’re the one who wants to run away from these clingy admirers. ‘I don’t understand why they keep following me!’

Thing is… you’re kinda hard not to notice, you know. No matter what type of beauty you are—and you might as well be cute as a rabbit—there’s an animal magnetism about you. People want to please you and gain your validation. In essence, you have the natural ability to attract a lot of simps! How you deal with that, entirely relies on your wit.

your potion of seduction – Ace of Pentacles Rx

Sometimes you feel suffocated about the way people view you. But everyone behaves irrationally nervously because you’re too blindingly hot for the average person. You break down people’s sensibility, rationality, and wit. You leave those you’ve kissed witless for days, weeks even. Because of your nonchalant hotness, some people fantasise about keeping you to themselves in the dark. People… fantasise about you a lot. Like, a lot. All kinds of things they would be embarrassed to let anybody know—unless they’re sinfully shameless—which tends to only increase their nervousness when they see you again.

Due to the degree of people’s endless fascination with you, you may not be inclined to entertain just about anybody. But sometimes, you see a few intriguing fools amongst your admirers and think to yourself, ‘Ugh, I need entertainment. Let me amuse myself with these fuckers and see what happens.’ The results are often devastatingly hilarious. Those who chase you end up looking pathetic in your eye.

Those of you who are more empathetic sometimes feel a bit sorry that people crave your attention—your company—that much when they should know better not to expect anything remotely sincere from you. But those of you who don’t remotely care, gosh dang, it’s all just a silly game of winners and losers. And you, will never end up the loser in this game of manipulation.

Realise to RELEASE! – Queen of Wands Rx

There’s something almost evil in the way you perceive a sense of rivalry with those whom you perceive as being on the same level of hotness as you. It pisses you off when your puppets are looking at someone else and praising them for whatever low-quality beauty/charm/behaviour you find distasteful to yourself. But hold on, I’m not saying you’re entirely the bad bitch for feeling this way every now and then, because… The truth is, some fucks really be doing you dirty by praising others in the presence of you!

There are those who feel dreadfully intimidated by your unmatched beauty and charisma that they—ever so stupidly sneakily—try to bring you down by elevating others in such a manner. Hoping they’d be able to witness your feeling uncomfortable because that would bring them the greatest sense of reclaiming their power from the grip of your hypnotising sensuality. Honey, you don’t even have to be the prettiest gal in your country, people still perceive your beauty as unmatchable because of your inimitable attitude!

Eh, if you’re totally in control of yourself, you don’t compete. You know there is no competition. How can there be? There can be only one you and nobody can emulate what you do. Like for real for realzz nobody can. Have you noticed that not even those close to you have any idea how to imitate your behaviours? You’re some kind of unreal hotness that’s on a whole of another level.

Lilith’s Revenge🔻💙

Scorpio’s secret transformation – Silver Magus (Merlin)

Pluto’s command for control – Priestess of Protection

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Pile 2 – Dangerous Temptress

VIBE: Run Devil Run by Girls’ Generation

your hidden poison – 4 of Pentacles Rx

At some point in life, an ass you would’ve trusted with your safety left you for dead when you needed shelter/protection/assistance the most. This kind of scenario might’ve been a recurrent pattern in your life. Constant abandonment and betrayals that have caused you to believe you’re very unlovable. People’s sharp knives of rejection made you realise you’ve never been anybody’s most important person. You’re never anybody’s top priority. That realisation hurt you so much but also gave birth to your almost dangerous courage now to face any kinds of hardships.

In this world, there is no challenge scary enough to stop you from getting what you want. You’ve survived the scariest chapters of your Life—you’ve dealt with periods of lack, cold and nothingness that would’ve killed most people; what could faze you now? You’re a motherfucker daredevil and people know that. People can see your nonchalant courage and they’re frightened as fuck. You notice nervousness in their eyes all the time. You know they think you’re reckless, but they don’t know your story. And you don’t care, obvi.

You’re fiercely independent. Through abandonment and neglect you’ve learnt to refine your manifestation skills. Now, there’s nothing you can’t have through your own efforts. You don’t need anybody and never will you need to rely on another only for them to let you down. You’ve got all your own bases covered and there’s still more to be hedonistic about. You’re royal, almost scary to the people who are way below you. They may worry that you’re being irresponsible with your resources. But you don’t care; you’re nonchalant AF. Easy come easy go, baby~ There’s always more to make.

your potion of seduction – Page of Cups Rx

Clearly, you’re a hard worker on top of being extremely intelligent. That’s how you managed to bring yourself to such safety after everything that’s happened in the past. There was simply so much lack and restriction it was literally embarrassing what the world had delivered to your doorstep. But now, the fact that so many pretty and expensive things come easily to you intimidates people and they might secretly feel envious of you. They will never say it out loud though, since they want to be on your good side—because they know they could benefit from your royal attitude when it comes to your spending.

Something about you spells CrAzY to a lot of people. Even the dullest dumbest ass can intuitively sense that you’re a daredevil for whom there’s quite literally nothing you’re too afraid to do/attempt. And you exude this dodgy aura that announces to everybody you’re not the bitch to mess with. Unless they wanna risk getting burnt by you. Your feelings run deep but you don’t let your emotions get in the way of your achieving your goals. To others, it almost looks like you’re a heartless temptress no man could hurt.

Your secret though, is that you treat practically everything in life as a Game. Whether you’re having fun, working hard, or dealing with tough situations; it’s all a Game you do not intend to lose. But all games require a loser, and you don’t even care if sometimes you lose a game or two; it doesn’t bother you. It’s all play and the world never runs out of Games anyway. There’s always the next thing to entertain yourself with. This do or die attitude of yours captivates everyone as much as they’re terrified of your fiery but cold intellect.

Realise to RELEASE! – 6 of Wands

A lot of people watch you and they form opinions around your public conducts. You know you command attention—both the bad and the good. Does it bother you though? Well… sometimes. When you’re not on your best day and you have a lot of sad thoughts, you get irritated, a little, that people only see the bad in your conducts. You want to burn every single one of them to ashes and never deal with people anymore. But you are so singular in your beingness, what can you do about it?

People talk about you because they know if they were to talk about themselves nobody would be interested. You’re the most interesting creature most people have ever known! Whatever you do, you’re on top of your game. And you always allow yourself to come first. To you, you’re your most favouritest person ever. Yeah, that’s a mouthful but say that again🤪You are your toppest top priority, and this is a hard skill to get because most people have never learnt how to survive on their own the way you have.

You’ve been to low places others wouldn’t survive in; they can’t understand why you are the way that you are. Who cares though. Live and let live. You’ve got your own abundance to take care of now.

Lilith’s Revenge🔻❤️

Scorpio’s secret transformation – Red Geographer (Marco Polo)

Pluto’s command for control – Priestess of Innocence

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Pile 3 – Glamorous Destroyer

VIBE: Monster by Red Velvet - IRENE & SEULGI

your hidden poison – 5 of Cups Rx

Are you some kind of god? Well yeah, you ARE a Goddess! I sense you’re so otherworldly in that you’re not typically one who dwells on the past or even regrets that much, if at all. The world is so vast and it keeps spinning, there’s always a new day for a positive mind for braving new territories. You’re already a master at spiritual/emotional healing, but maybe… it’s also because you’re not so feeling.

You’re a realist, to say the least. You look at the world glass half full and everything that’s run its course, you let go without a care. You move right on to the next entertaining endeavour. In fact, you devour all of life’s little and big pleasures. You’re jet set; you don’t even plan that carefully. Details in plans bore you, you would rather do the deed first, then see what the experience gets you. If it falls short, you leave on the spot to find the next interesting thing… or person. You leave people high and dry. You don’t even give a fuck how that makes them feel. You have other people lining up for you to fuck over.

You are the epitome of a cruel femme fatale. You’re this uniquely powerful individual who has like the strongest mentality ever. I’m sensing, either you’re a very young person who has the most advanced Soul wisdom/perspective ever, or you’re very advanced in Life (age wise) and have learnt a lot of lessons that have made you the indestructible Goddess that you are today.

your potion of seduction – Knight of Pentacles Rx

You are unpredictable to a lot of people. Like, they can’t really figure out what your next step would be. One minute they’re certain you’re this typa person who’d choose this typa action, only for you to choose that typa shit no one would’ve guessed you’re that type to do that. There’s always an element of surprise to you. Some love it, some hate it. You attract an equal balance of curious followers and cowards who want to quickly run away from your hot mess.

Those who can’t see through your web of exaggerated narratives are deep in your clutches, they can’t escape your poison—they want your poison—until you decide you’re bored with them and toss them aside without having given them the high they thought they’d get. A few who do get the high…you’ve kinda ruined them in that now you live in their minds forever. And you’re a bad dream for those poor souls.

Now they can’t stop thinking about you but no longer can they ever have access to you. You’ve taken them to that guilt trip and it lives with them for the rest of their lives. Not only in your story, but in their story, too, they’re the villains who have disappointed or hurt you and caused you to toss them away👏🏻

Realise to RELEASE! – Queen of Pentacles

You’re actually super capable of taking care of yourself. But something about the way you look or speak or tell a story is very unassuming. Maybe you’re tiny and cute; maybe you wear dainty accessories or adorn yourself with bunny or turtle plushies. Giving others the impression of a harmless fawn who’s in constant need of cuddles and support. Your admirers flock to help and serve you. They want to be strong and useful for you. They want to appear big in front of you. Help you get out of trouble’s way when YOU are the trouble.

People are usually slow to realise—if ever—that you’re a glamorous destroyer of people’s sanity. People easily melt at your soft, or high pitched, voice. Something about the way you express yourself is hypnotising and magnetic. People can’t get enough of you nor can they feel like they’ve proven themselves enough to you. People want your approval because you’re so beautiful and talented in a way they think they can never become.

People see that you are deep and knowledgeable. Flailing here and there, they find you mesmerising with the skillsets that you possess but lacking in places they think they can fill in. It’s like, they’re thinking to themselves, ‘She’s a 10, but…’ Those ‘buts’ are but lovely to them. And they’d be blind not to see how little fuck you give about any of their opinions.

Lilith’s Revenge🔻💛

Scorpio’s secret transformation – Gold Geographer (John Dee)

Pluto’s command for control – Priestess of Healing

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[danandphilplay]

im going to put my answers below bc i know some of these vids are likely not returning to dnp and i do agree with that i just wanted to do a fun poll abt if you could have another of these vids then which would you choose. ofc like ive said before we have no control over dnp uploads and i fully know some of these won’t come back lol

ok first of all i don’t think pinof is coming back and i think that’s been clear for ages anyways like ten is a nice number to leave it. HOWEVER i do think an april fools dapc pinof would be hilarious. answering crafties questions and whatever they send to craft universe dnp.

same with amazingdan BUT maybe there’s a slight chance of reacting to amazingdan. maybe not since so much time has already passed since pinof reactions (four months …..) honestly out of the options i’m not that bothered about pinof or amazingdan i feel like they’re classic dnp content that’s fine left as it is

ok for the pizza mukbang thing i don’t care for it to be a mukbang video lol like the actual thing was the nice sit down talk vibes pyjama pizza w friends maybe this is exactly what dan means abt being parasocial 😭 but that video is nice so i don’t think the actual mukbang part of it is that important it’s more the sit down talk style vid

i think i would do anything for another day in the life but i feel like it is prob peak parasocial content. would it count as phouse tour probably. do i think there will be a phouse tour no bc it sounds like it is still having a lot of work done 😭 and i honestly don’t really care abt it… i think the sims renovation was fun and an insight into their interior design opinions lol and that is enough for me

i put it takes two bc a lot of people want to see the next bit i like the game but not rly enough. idk it’s been awhile since that first vid and in terms of other games and things from dnp i don’t rly mind about it takes two being ignored 😭

i know baking is not a discontinued thing anymore bc HALLOWEEN but BUT i really believed easter baking would be a thing 💔 dapc had so much put into it that i kind of forgot about wanting a baking vid but 💔 i can’t lie i think i got set on the expectation for it. like the baking vids have always been absolute classic staple dnp content but definitely the cinnamon roll one was like the baking vids to the extreme… the full potential AND THE BAKE WAS GOOD TOO. the vid was also pretty popular. so my expectations for easter were a bit high. ok so if this poll is like magically summon a dnp vid 🪄 maybe id consider baking because i just love it so much like irl as a hobby but also then dnp doing one of my fav things too and it being so fun idk it’s some of the best dnp content imo. i would love them to try a series of making food from videogames but no offence to them i don’t get the vibe that they cook a lot…… so i think it might not happen. but dil is turning TEN in september so maybe dnp special dil birthday cake baking vid 💔 pleaese pleasemaybe

i think tumblr tag is totally plausible although ik the april fools tumblr tag thing 💔 bc the twitter vid happened i think they’ll do a tumblr one at some point. there’s so much amazing art on here not just fanart but written stuff video and photo edits so i’d want them to see all of that as well as the funny stuff. this isn’t like top of my list of things i’d want to see but it’s definitely one of the more plausible things

dapc behind the scenes content its either happening or it will never be spoken of

honestly idk if they would do reactions to the super amazing project. bc like what vids would they choose. maybe i can see them referencing it or discussing it if someone asked or in a live but idk about reaction vids.

ok draw my life would be fun and i’d watch them. i’d watch an updated dil draw my life too. they put so much effort into that dil draw my life. maybe an updated one for dil’s 10th birthday will happen? that would be pretty fun.

i think if i had to choose it would be a ditl vid. top 3 would be ditl, mukbang or literally just any sit down talk vid, and another baking video. ditl may literally just be bc of nostalgia i don’t really see it happening again but who knows. again just a poll about which vid you’d want to see if you could magic up a dnp vid i definitely know some of these aren’t coming back or very unlikely to

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[razorblade180]

Safe Bet

[Swarm Disaster V]

Qingque:I heard you like to gamble?

Aventurine:You could call it the spice of my life. Let me guess, you’re betting I will do well?

Qingque:Oh that’s way too simple. We will have no healer.

Aventurine:…What?

Qingque:I tend to try to take things easy but after numerous failures here it’s only natural to form plans. I’m not betting on you doing well, I’m wagering your ability to protect us long enough for us to gather blessing I need plus curios.

Aventurine:And how long to you typically last in here?

Silver Wolf: The first elite. Sometimes we make it.

Sparkle:If we get resonance. Though your fellow gambler over here has gotten much more reliable since our last attempt.

Aventurine:..Alright. Let’s do it. Should be fun. Let’s see what’s about curio option number one!

Nullify attacks

QASS: (Oh shit this might actually be the run…)

Floor 2

Aventurine:Little lady, is there any reason why you refuse to keep a shield?

Silver Wolf: It’s not my fault these enemies understand who the real threat is. I’m alive aren’t I? Good job, but I recommend investing in speed.

Aventurine:Learn to take a hit.

Qingque:Don’t sweat it guys. It’s time for the easier part. *presses downloader*

Acheron:Hey. Oh, it’s you.

Aventurine:I think that’s my line. To think I’d get your aid in a place like this.

Acheron:I’m just here to cut through the fodder and potentially give you a chance to win it big. Consider me your guide.

Aventurine:We’re bound to get lost then.

Acheron:Heh, then I guess you’ll be getting enough blessings. Stay close.

xxxxx

Knight of beauty appears

Aventurine:Well would you look at that!

Sparkle:Okay, so I typically don’t care how far these runs go, but if you somehow ruin this I’m actually going to be disappointed.

Aventurine:Oh you know a situation is dire if I have a Fool acting serious. I was already planning on proving my value anyway.

Floor 3

Silver Wolf: Well it’s be real everyone. Don’t really need me for that oversized bug. It’s got every weakness you need.

Sparkle:What an interesting way of saying “I am a liability.”

Silver Wolf:It’s simple strategy. We didn’t come all this way to gain nothing. I’ll just cheer from the bench. Qingque, don’t miss your crits. *

Qingque:I literally can’t.

Silver Wolf:And don’t eat too many points. *leaves*

Qingque:…No promise. *hits downloader*

Ruan Mei: Shall we begin?

Aventurine:All this talent and you needed my help?

Ruan Mei:Have you ever felt the wind shear of a Swarm Disaster? Some people say it’s like a personal hurricane on your body.

Qingque:I’m “some people”

xxxxxx

20+ Propagation blessings. Various Curios, interplays achieved, and additional blessings gained. Danger level Eight

Swarm buzzing violently

Qingque:I’m gonna be honest guys, I don’t know if I’m trembling because I’m nervous, or because this is about to be pretty spectacular. Aventurine, if you would? *holds out tiles*

Aventurine:Heh, you really want all the luck possible huh? Alright then, strut yourself.

He leans over to his left and gently blows on the pieces.

“Let’s play a game!” Qingque tosses them into the air and twirls as metamorphosis begins; catching the pieces as they fell. Without stopping, she throws out a four of kind then immediately flicks her wrist like a slite of hand trick to reveal another set of tiles to throw.

The experienced gambler watches the girl pass the tiles between her hands twice before throwing another eight, killing a bug and keeping the pace by tossing a new set once before suddenly slamming down a tile that shakes everything and hands her another four of a kind she quickly turned into eight. It’s still her turn. Gambling is partly a numbers game, and Qingque has clearly crunched them.

Aventurine:(Oh shit…)

Sparkle:Wooooo! Don’t stop the fireworks!

Three more tosses before another hit! No worries! Qingque happily took a single tile and beamed it another insect before slamming down another that caused it to explode. She tossed her set to a corner bug as she took another break turn to eat up all four points before hearing Sparkle laughing as she topped off the difference.

Qingque: Can’t stop won’t stop!

Another eight tiles exploded and knocked the main bug down briefly. Aventurine was thinking he didn’t need to be here, until it got back up and tore through the shield like paper. Without hesitation he let his wealth pour down like rain and redeployed a shield. He confidently scoffed, but Ruan Mei could see his hand twitch in his pocket.

Ruan Mei:Fear is a healthy way of understanding your current situation as well providing alertness. Are you alert?

Aventurine: Vividly. *stacks shield*

Ruan Mei:Welcome to the Swarm Disaster.

Qingque:You get a front row seat to VICTORY!

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[guide-to-world-domination]

I can’t stop imagining spider becoming an absolute badass, like the amount of ideas literally keep me up at night. For example, imagine that one day, Neytiri just goes off on Spider and says the most foul things to him - stuff that was so horrendous, even people who equally hated Spider being around had to try and calm her down, because what she was saying was completely out of line. To spider, he’s heard this all from the People, the Scientists, the McCoskers - but Neytiri always strikes a cord that can’t be fixed or shrugged off easily. The only thing that snaps him from his thoughts, was what Neytiri said next while she was being pulled away from the situation.

“You will never be One of the People. Your father is a Demon, and your mother is worse for ever loving him and producing such Spawn”

There it is the breaking point. Spider has always turned the other cheek when it comes to people that insult him or insult him by comparing him to his father. He always found that retaliation and tantrums only proved his accusers assumptions correct. But nobody. Nobody insults his mother. Spider could have screamed back and shouted bloody murder at her, but at this point, he just doesn’t care. She isn’t worth trying to prove himself to. His siblings know who he is, that’s enough.

From that day on, he doesn’t go to High Camp again and doesn’t wear his loincloth. He starts wearing cargo pants and tank tops, but he keeps his armbands, knife and jewellery. He wants to come into his own identity, but he can’t shed what remains of his past life (trying to be part of the Omaticaya). Personally, I don’t think that Norm and the other Scientists wouldn’t care too much about what spider does until he crosses a line or breaks a rule that they haven’t outright told him (that kind of behaviour is traumatising, I would know 🙂). So when figures out to give himself piercings and tattoos, they are livid. They are shocked at the transformation - where painted blue stripes used to be, there were inky black stripes that passed over every limb and even on his face; where dirty brown locs used to be, golden blond hair was fashioned into a Viking braid reaching down his back (similar to a kuru).

The only person that understands and doesn’t overreact is Max. Personally, that man was a dark horse in his family before he came to Pandora, I know it in my soul (Headcanon coming soon or after this post). He takes it on himself to support Spider and nurture his clear talents. He wishes he could have raised spider as his own, but knew that he would be shunned by his colleagues for raising his son - he couldn’t be seen as a disgrace after his time as a child.

Spider had a number of talents and skills, including Engineering, Chemistry, Languages, Marksmanship and martial arts. Max helped to nurture each and everyone. Some days, he would have Spider build and repair weapons and tech. Other days, Spider would learn chemical reactions or a new language. Every evening, Max would instruct Spider in combat and would exercise and lift with him to encourage him. Over the course of a month or two, Spider was unrecognisable. He took in information like a sponge and soon Max was running out of things to teach him. Piloting Samsons and Scorpions - took a few tries, but Spider was truly a born pilot like Paz. Stealth and parkour - He was already a natural, but he was fooling Na’vi warriors more often than not after a week of practice.

Eventually, when Jake started performing raids on RDA Trains, Spider knew it was time to put this all into practice. You see, deep down, he still wanted to prove himself to the People, but not so he could be one of them. He wanted to prove himself, to show them what he forged himself into despite them. However, he knew Jake would never approve him going along - he was still a child. The thought to Spider was ludicrous; Spider never believed he was a child, because no child goes through what he did and remains a child. So he decides to go anyway and doesn’t bother with permission. Though, he does ask Max, who understandably forbids this from happening. After reasoning that he would be safer if he got support to complete this venture, Max relented after hours of back and forth.

And thus, Araña was born. Imagine Winter Soldier getup (Hydra-controlled Bucky, not White Wolf armour) where the half mask acts as his rebreather so he doesn’t risk glass from a regular mask entering his eyes. All manners of weapons are strapped to his body including an Assault Rifle, a revolver (nobody knows that it was actually Quaritch’s revolver that delivered the fatal shot to Grace), A bow and quiver, a LOT of knives and a grenade or two. He looks terrifying but despite this Max feels proud - not about his boy going to fight in a war that has devastated everything he loves, but because this kid, his son, has stepped into his role as a defender and Max is proud of how far Spider has come to reach his goals.

Queue Spider being the biggest menace to RDA society that has ever existed. There was no reason for the Na’vi Ground forces to blow up the rail line, because Spider had already hijacked the train and pulled the breaks. The look of an anonymous Sky Person swing around the train killing and disarming grown men confused everyone in the raiding party, especially the Sully’s. There was something familiar about the acrobatics of this mysterious warrior, the answer on the tips of their tongues. It was only after Spider saved Lo’ak and Neteyam from the missile strike, that everyone realised who this person was. Nobody believed it until Spider spoke and then all he’ll broke loose.

I apologise if this too long or weird, I just needed to get this out of my head. I’ll definitely be adding to this given time, regardless of whether or not people like it, and the only thing that can stop me is my undiagnosed AuDHD.

Farewell to all, Yours sincerely,

Your Favourite Evil Overlord

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[gizmo-writes]

The Witch | Siren!Wilbur Soot

This is a sorta au from the fanfic Tommyinnit's Clinic for Supervillains. I read this fanfic and absolutely fell in love. So I like wanted to make my own character and she is called 'The Witch' she is based off scarlet witch because i love her. But yeah. Tommyinnit's Clinic for Supervillains was created by @bonesandthebees i highly suggest you read it!

The Witch was a well known supervillain even if she was new. No one knew exactly who or what she was. She was able to control people's minds, was able to make them see things that weren't there and was able to make them do things they didn't exactly want to do.

After getting into a fight with Dream, everyone knew she was bad news. She hadn't exactly defeated Dream, no one had ever defeated Dream. But she was able to make him freak out thinking he was surrounded by a swarm of wasps before getting away. She had made Dream look like a complete fool, he had become the newest meme on the internet. And because of that, she was now Dreams number one target.

She didn't work with the syndicate and as much as they wanted to get in contact with her, they were unable to. She would just disappear into a cloud of red before anyone got the chance to even look at her. And no one knew if that cloud of red was some sort of mind manipulation or if she had some other powers people didn't know about. She was a complete mystery.

That was until The Witch had run into Siren, Zephyrus and Nemesis. They had gotten into a fight with Dream and 404, of course. After everything that happened between Flame and Nemesis, Nemesis had a pretty big target on her back. The Witch wouldn't have stepped in if she hadn't felt the need to. Knife after Knife had been thrown at Siren and even though he wasn't too bad at dodging, he still cut cut right in the arm. Nemesis and Zephyrus had been focused on Dream but it wasn't going to well. As Nemesis was about to use her powers, she was tackled to the ground by Dream. And as Zephyrus had gone to pick Dream up, a knife had gone right into his wing, sending him to the ground. The Witch wouldn't have stepped in, but she felt like she needed too.

As Dream got up, ready to destroy Zephyrus with all of his strength, The Witch stood right in front of him. Dream was about to punch, but his hand was stuck in the air and wasn't moving. He stared at her with anger but The Witch only smirked, "I heard you weren't a big fan of the wasps, how about something different?" She said. And as she stepped back, her magic flowing through her hands in a bright red light. Dream began to panic. "What the fuck! What the fuck!" He began to scream, it looked like he was trying to get things off of him. Once again he looked like a fool.

As she was about to turn away, and disappear right into her cloud of red, a knife was thrown. "Watch out!" Siren had yelled but it was too late. The knife had gone right into her neck. She was sure she was a goner. She fell to her knees. She was angry, pissed. She didn't care if she was about to lose the last of her energy, she was going to make 404 pay. With all of her energy, she summed up what looked like a ball of red light before sending it right at 404. One the ball hit him, he was sent into the wall of the nearest building. Siren, Zephyrus and Nemesis stood in silence. She didn't hear anything else before she passed out.

"Come on, Tommy, you can fix this." Siren said, pacing around as he watched Tommy's hands go to The Witches neck. "I'm aware I can fix this but with you hovering over me like a goddamned fly is not helping," Tommy said through gritted teeth. "Siren, calm down." Zephyrus said. "Calm down? Did you see what she was able to do? She's powerful, we could use her on our side." Siren said, looking at Zephyrus. "She did kind of save all of our lives.. the least we could do is save hers even if she doesn't want to work with us." Nemesis said.

Tommy's hands were on The Witches neck. He closed his eyes, focusing his energy on healing the wound. After a few minutes, he stumbled back. His head pounded and his neck hurt like a bitch. It burned like someone had scratched it. "I'll get you water," Nemesis said before walking off. "Thanks," Tommy muttered before leaning back against the counter. "She's not waking up," Siren said. "Give it a few minutes, she was just stabbed in the neck, im not even sure if she can talk." Tommy mumbled. Nemesis came back, handing him a glass of water which he downed within seconds.

"How long should we wait? It's been like 5 minutes," Siren said, growing anxious. "If you're so scared, use your powers. That woke Niki- Nemesis up pretty fast." Tommy said. Siren nodded, "Wake up," Siren said. Immediately her eyes flew open. "Jesus fucking- JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!" She yelled, her voice was gravely. She quickly moved back away from the group, her hands started to grow red. "I swear to god if you touch me- I-I will end you," she said, jaw clenched. She was prepared to fight. "No, no, we don't want to fight. We just saved you," Siren said. "Saved me? You saved me?" She asked. Tommy held up his bloody hands, "I got magic fingers." He said. She looked at him, confused but they couldn't see her face. "Did you see my face?" She asked, her hands still glowing red. "No, no absolutely not. We would never do that." Siren said. She stared between all four of them. "Why the hell did you save my life?" She asked. "Well, you saved our lives. If you hadn't shown up, I'm sure Dream would've beaten me to a pulp," Nemesis said. She spoke softly. It confused The Witch, how can a girl with such a soft voice almost have killed someone.

"Okay... can I leave now?" The Witch asked, her hands now turning back to their normal color. "Uh, not quite.. we would like to talk to you," Zephyrus said. "And you probably don't wanna stand up to quickly, you might pass out again." Tommy added. "If you're going to ask me to join The Syndicate.. I'll kindly decline. I don't work well with others." She stated. "You don't work well with others?" Siren asked. "No, I do not. So I will ask again, can i leave?" She asked once more.

In reality.. she worked greatly with others.. she just grew attached to easily. She had learned the hard way to not get attached to people, especially not other supervillains.. because 9 times out of 10 they end up dead. She didn't want to go through that again. "You're free to go.. but before you leave, let me give you our number." Zephyrus said. "Your number? Why?" She asked. "Because, we owe you one. So if you're ever in trouble, give us a call." Zephyrus said. "You owe me one? I think we can call it even. I saved your lives and the child saved my life." She said. "I'm not a child!" Tommy groaned. "Sorry, teenager," she corrected herself with a giggle. Tommy threw his hands up in defeat, "whatever." He said. "Then, we can call it even. But still, we aren't one to turn down a fight." Zephyrus said. "Okay... I guess it could be useful if i need the teenager again." She said. Tommy groaned at that. She stood up slowly, using the wall for support. "Uh, I'll see you guys around," she said awkwardly. "Be safe out there." Zephyrus said. "What? Do you think I plan on being dangerous?" She joked. "We don't exactly know what you plan on doing," Siren chuckled. "Good, the more mysterious, the better," She said. Then once again she disappeared into a cloud of red smoke.

"I'm confused," Tommy said, after The Witch had left. "About?" Wilbur asked as he took off his mask. The coast was clear so he wasn't exactly worried about being himself again. "So.. you said she made Dream see things.. then you said she threw 404 into a wall.. and now she just like teleported out of here.. how many powers does she have?" Tommy asked. The group went silent. That was a great question. "Well.. so far it seems like she has Mind Manipulation, Telekinesis and teleportation.." Phil said. "So.. she's like some super supervillain.." Tommy said. "Or she's a mutant?" Wilbur asked. "A mutant?" Tommy asked. "Mutants don't exist, they're like some fable created by Hero's to scare people about supervillains." Niki said. "So.. maybe she just has some power that includes all of those other powers?" Tommy asked. "Maybe.. but I'm not sure exactly what that could be." Phil said. "Me neither.. I've just never seen someone as powerful as her.." Wilbur said. "Ooo sounds like someone has a crush!" Tommy said, with a laugh. "What? No I don't! I don't even know her!" Wilbur defended himself. "But you want to know her don't you? You wanna take her on a date and kiss her and hug her-" Tommy said. Wilbur cut him off by kicking his leg. "Boys," Phil said sternly making the boys stop. Niki giggled at this. "Sorry, I just don't have a crush on her." Wilbur said, slightly pouting. Tommy continued to make kissy faces at him. The rest of the ride home was filled with Tommy bugging him about his supposed crush on The Witch.

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[lavender-romancer]

Fools

Part One Tommy Shelby x male reader CW: internalised homophobia, sexual themes

There was a secret you had always kept about yourself, only giving yourself to strangers and being yourself in the shadows. You were a fool to think that anything but hurt feelings and betrayal would be the result.

AN: Tommy is not married to Lizzie and Ruby does not exist

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The chance meeting of Thomas Shelby took the wind out of your chest. A man who was so unencumbered by guilt, that he did as he pleased and didn't care what other thought of him.

As you sat in a gentlemen's club in London, you were taken by a stranger that looked like he could, and would charm any person. He looked so familiar but you couldn't place him. His eyes looked so full of something, it wasn't life or even sadness but something behind his eyes made it hard to look away. You hadn't noticed how much you were staring until he began walking to you.

"Can I get you a whisky?" He asked and you paused, choosing your words.

"Yes, thank you." You turned back to the bar and looked down at your drink.

"Now you find it hard to reach my gaze?" He asked and you sensed a hint of humor.

"I'm sorry, I was just admiring," you paused. "Your tie. Chosen by your wife, I assume?" You asked.

"I have no wife," he said before finishing his own whisky.

"Ah, me neither," you said quietly. "What business are you in?"

"Betting and alcohol, I'm also an MP ." As he said it you realised that was why you thought you knew him.

"Mr Shelby? I think I remember now." You nodded and took a swig of whisky.

"Thomas, please. And you are?" Thomas asked.

"Y/n," you have him a small smile.

"What brings you to London?" He asked with the hint of a smile.

"Business, I'm looking for some new suppliers and wanting to see the competition down here." You leant your elbow on the bar.

"Hmm, what business are you in?" Tommy asked, lighting a cigarette and holding the case out to you from which you took one.

"Gun manufacturing. It's a family business from before the war but in my control now." Tommy's eyes seemed to perk up at the mention of that.

"I'm looking into buying a gun manufacturing warehouse or shares in an existing company." His eyes felt like they were staring into your soul, a constant and never ending pressure to say the right thing.

"I could always advise you, if you're interested." You said staring into his eyes. He took out his cigarette and in one movement drank the rest of his whisky with his eyes never leaving yours. The fact you found his scent of alcohol and cigarettes so enticing worried you slightly. You wanted to be near him.

"I'll take you up on that offer." You said quietly, he took out a business card and wrote down something on it before handing it to you.

"Use that word and I'll know it's you." Tommy stood up and straightened his coat, you could only stare up at him in awe of his beauty.

"I intend to, Mr Shelby." You let a small smile tug at your lip before he turned and left.

Everyday it seemed harder to resist calling the number Tommy gave you. Not that you didn't want to, but what did it mean? What would be the end result of all of this without hurting the both of you? Regardless, the sexual tension brought up even in that brief interaction with the Brummie had made you incapable to stop thinking about his form: his strong shoulders, his overpowering demeanor, beautiful eyes and… fuck. You'd given yourself a boner at the mere mental conception of him.

You found yourself at an underground nightclub prolific for its police raids and promotion of 'solicitation and sodomy' as the papers put it. But your options were limited to intense unhappiness with a woman, repression or risking being arrested to feel some kind of affection. The more you drank the more you were willing to forget the man next to you wasn't Thomas Shelby. You began to imagine him here, in a dark room surrounded by cigarette smoke, walking over to you and pushing you into a wall before doing whatever he wanted.

Regardless of what Tommy really thought of you, he had awakened something in you that couldn't be denied. He was in your every thought and simultaneously the focus point of your dreams. It was almost ridiculous.

Your unconscious thoughts wouldn't let you forget him, every time you saw a man in a peaked cap that night you'd make a b-line for him. Kissing every man you could find with any possible aesthetic connection to Thomas. You even drank more whisky than usual that night, to remind you of his unmistakable scent of spirits and smoke.

As you walked through to another room of the club holding a cigarette in your mouth you were amazed to see what was in front of you. The unmistakable form of Thomas Shelby was sitting in a booth, whisky in hand as he kissed a smaller man sitting on his lap. You honestly had to open and close your eyes a few times before believing it. Going back to the bar you had two small vodkas before grimacing and walking back into the next room, seeing Tommy sitting alone in the booth you sat across the room, facing him. Lighting a cigarette you stared at him, in an alcohol infused confidence, with a goal of gaining his attention.

It didn't take long for Thomas to feel your eyes on him, he slightly turned his head and saw you. Tie hanging loose around your neck, three buttons undone on your shirt as you almost seductively sat smoking a cigarette directly staring at him. Tommy didn't know if this was some type of power play but either way he was aroused. The dark lighting and alcohol fuelled excitement of the wordless interaction made him want to pull you close.

Tommy stood up and your heartbeat quickened as your chest got tighter, heat rising to your chest the closer he got. He leant down and got close to your ear.

"Come with me." Tommy whispered before turning around and walking away, you quickly got up and followed him. He walked out through a back office and you couldn't help but think he was about to kill you but, the erection in your trousers still persisted regardless of the danger. Tommy sat down in the large green leather desk chair as you stood awkwardly in front of the desk not knowing where to go from here. You instead walked to the small drinks trolley near the desk with your back to Thomas, pouring the two of you a glass of whisky. You'd just finished pouring the second glass when you felt Thomas' presence close behind you. Placing down the bottle of whisky you lent your hands on the trolley, your knees feeling as if they might fail if he touched you.

Tommy's hands began moving up your back and along your shoulders, you could only hear him breathing as you focussed on his touch. His touch only served to excite you more as his hands moved around your waist and up your chest till you could feel his touch on the bare skin of your chest. Tommy moved closer and leant his cheek on your back, arms enclosed around you as his hands rubbed up and down your torso. You slowly moved your hands up to his and began to stroke his arms, attempting to soothe the concerns he had silently laid out for you.

Tommy was gripping you tightly and moved closer until his body was pressed against your back, your hand crossed over your body and began to run through his hair. Comforting the supposedly imposing leader felt almost proper, without a word spoken he had allowed you to be close to him, allowing you into an understanding of trust that only men like you could have.

You slowly began to turn around, Tommy's grip loosening as you turned. His head was bowed, perhaps unable to meet your gaze or consumed by the same shame you felt about yourself. Either way you ran your hand around his body and slowly began kissing his neck. With your other hand you gently pushed his head to the side and kissed up his neck before licking his ear, eliciting a moan from his lips.

There was suddenly a loud noise from outside and the two of you turned your heads towards the door. You both knew that it could be anything but a raid was the most likely so you ran out of the backdoor together. No words were spoken as you walked away from the club but there was an understanding. That you now knew something about the other that wasn't conceivable to others. A secret that was unutterable to another.

"Do you want to come back-" you began and Tommy turned to you before abruptly saying-

"No." He lit a cigarette and began walking off another direction leaving you confused with tears in your eyes.

"Mr Shelby," you called and he turned, looking similarly emotional in his eyes but you doubted he would ever admit it.

"Yes?" He asked in a curt tone that completely juxtaposed the tenderness he had shown you before.

"Shall I call your office, when I return to Birmingham?" You asked hopefully, Thomas took a moment- silently pondering on how much he wanted to see you again accompanied by the everlasting shame- before nodding.

He turned and continued walking away from you. You pulled your tie off your neck and folded it, watching Tommy's figure grow smaller before walking back to your flat.

The events of that night a few weeks ago played over in your mind more than you care to admit. No longer dreamed up intimacy or fantasies about how his touch felt. You could feel his hands on your body, hear his breath and smell his cologne. Everytime you indulged yourself with 'self-satisfaction', you would feel him on your body and be kissing his neck all over again. Tommy existed in your thoughts through every meeting, every phone call, every intoxicated night. It felt so real that you could have been told it was all a dream itself. Maybe it hadn't been him, maybe someone who looked like him. But all you could think about was kissing his neck once more.

It had been around a month before you had the courage to phone his office. The word he had given you was violet. How you were supposed to work that into conversation you didn't know but you had to see him again, even if only for business.

"Shelby company limited, Lizzie speaking, how can I direct you?" The receptionist asked from the other end of the line.

"Good afternoon, I met Mr Shelby in London and we wanted me to set up a meeting to discuss stocks in my gun manufacturing company. I wondered if I could speak to him?" You gripped your elbow with your hand.

"Were you given a business card?" She asked.

"Yes, it was…" you paused. "Violet?" You were so unsure of whether this was the right way to say the word that it almost sounded like a question, after a moment she replied.

"I'll connect you now sir, thank you." You let out a sigh of relief and sat back in your chair.

"Thomas Shelby," his voice said down the line and your lips parted. Hearing his voice elicited a reaction you had never experienced, a complete and immediate tension in your chest at the need to impress him.

"Thomas, it's me." You said quietly and heard silence from the other end.

"We can set up a meeting as soon as you're available," he responded and you worried that what fleeting intimacy transpired between you was just that, fleeting.

"Yes," you paused, feeling as if you might choke up. '"I can have my secretary clear my week to discuss anything of merit. I can be in Birmingham tomorrow if that's too your convenience"

"That sounds appropriate, is two o'clock convenient?" He asked and you audibly sighed before agreeing and putting down the phone.

It felt that once again you had got involved with a man who may be the same way you were but married to a woman, not willing to accept what he was. You had been with so many men that marry women, so many that make you feel like it might be different but, less and less you opened up to the possibility of anything but sex or just ignoring one another outside of being alone. Tommy sounded like the latter, at least it seemed outside of genuine business he would ignore you and what transpired between the two of you.

The following day you were standing at Euston station with your case, frustrated with yourself at this wild fucking goose chase for a man you had met twice. A man who had shown you nothing but contempt outside of wanting comfort. The journey was filled with you reading and trying to not think about the way he touched you. The way his touch made you feel at home.

The pervasiveness of this alienating feeling could have made you consider jumping in front of the very train you were to catch but, it wouldn't be proper. This feeling of eventual rejection was not new and by this point it should have been predicted by you or at least anticipated. At least when you slept with women they didn't make you feel like a mistake or a bad decision made off the cuff. You may not have loved women but you thought you could be close to one and possibly retain a semblance of happiness.

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[wolven91]

A Heated Bed - Chapter 2

[Trigger Warnings - Dubious Consent]

Matt awoke warm.

An odd twist of life amongst the stars was that the various species liked it cold. Ignoring that excess heat was always an important worry from a mechanical point of view in space, most of the races had the benefit of some sort of pelt or fur that protected them. The rest, the endothermic races with scales, had their own method of storing heat and particularly avoided overheating themselves. What this meant was that the internal temperature of the stations and most ships used by the various races of aliens, were several degrees colder than what a human would find comfortable.

To humans, or, at least to Matt's perspective, it was always freezing cold. He hadn't been able to speak to another human in a month or so, so had no idea what the rest of his kind thought about the matter. Maybe he was alone in his opinion?

With all that said, Matt, was blissfully warm this morning. His mind didn't review the information. It didn't query or question it, just in case it was a dream and to consider it would shatter the illusion. All he knew was that he was on his front, and he was comfortable for the first time in months. The human made a half-asleep throat vocalisation and unconsciously rubbed his face into the silky soft bedding to get himself comfortable again. His unconsciously dragged his fingers into the pelt whilst the deep, steady heartbeat lulled him back into slumber.

Matt didn't notice the mild rising and falling of his bed. Nor did he immediately register the dinnerplate sized hand or rather paw that rested at the base of his spine. It was only when the other occupants of the room were talking in low, hushed tones that his mind began to question why someone was in his room? Everyone on the station avoided him out of fear of getting into trouble so for someone to sneak in was odd.

"-slept?" The human's bleary mind tuned into a somewhat familiar female voice, only really catching the end of the sentence.

"Mm, very well, I sense he needed this." Replied his bed, the deep rumbling baritone voice rising up, through the human. A quiet chuckle replied off to one side.

"They had no clue of the treasure they had. Fools." Declared the female voice, was it Ruby's?

A suppressed laugh gently spasmed through his bed while it admonished the distinctly female voice to one side. The dinnerplate sized hand extended and began trailing a set of claws up and down the exposed flesh of Matt's back. As the claws crawled up his spine, Matt could feel that he was under a thin material of some kind, protecting him from the air, but moving as the stranger's hand moved up, then back down lazily.

"Stop it, if you make me laugh, I'll wake him! Of course they're fools. When have any of them, ever focused on what's important?" A contemptive huff. "They care only for lines on a map or numbers on a screen. Look at him; starved. It's unforgivable."

Matt cracked an eye open, barely enough to make out Ruby's prone form. She was laying on her side, bunched up against whoever it was that Matt was apparently laying on. If he was more awake, he may have panicked at that fact. She was looking up at them with eyes that held only a burning desire and-... and then she looked at Matt.

If he admitted it to himself, he would say that he was jealous of the specific attention her bedpartner was receiving from her. Anyone with at least one working eye could have seen how she gazed at them. How content she was, but also how much she wanted them. But when her face turned and looked at Matt, her face completely softened. From fierce desire to a protective care, her gaze switched in an instant. Matt wasn't good at reading the alien's expressions yet, none of them had spoken to him for long enough for him to learn the subtle changes in their expression and micro expressions. But Ruby's emotions towards him were as obvious as night and day. Either she was the universe's finest actor, and he had no hope of outwitting her manipulation or she genuinely saw him as something to be protected, cared for, supported, and loved. She nodded, before looking back up, above Matt's head.

"Starved for attention, yes, but have you noticed..?" The familiar snow leopard asked.

"That's he's very thin too?" The chest Matt lay on sighed; the trailing hand briefly diverted and ran a leather padded thumb down the ribs of Matt's chest, seemingly checking how much they protruded. "They abused him, consciously or not, in more than one way. One cannot survive on just food and water." It replied and Ruby made a noise of agreement.

That was when Matt's eyes blinked, he'd been holding them mostly closed until now. Immediately the green jewels of Ruby's eyes glanced down and made eye contact with his, once more her face softening.

"Well, well... Look who's awake?" Asked Ruby with a beautiful, warm smile that reached her eyes. She reached out an arm, and gently caressed his face, running her soft pads down past his temple, dragging the smooth crescent of her claws along his cheek, before finishing by running her pads along his jawline towards him chin.

"Did you sleep well our Matt?" She asked whilst he breathed in and looked around, getting his bearings. Looking down at his bed, it was a torso of silky, black fur. Raising his head, the torso was attached to a set of arms that were looped together around his back. On top of the shoulders where all the parts met, was a large head of what seemed to be a panther. It's golden eyes practically glowed as it grinned down at him with a jaw of sharp looking teeth.

"Sleep well?" The deep voice asked. The concept that Matt was currently laying on top of someone finally took shape and the panic of offending took hold.

"Oh. Oh! Sorry! I'll get off you." He babbled as he attempted to disengage.

As Matt tried to move however, both the jet-black Amazonian cat that he was laying on, and the similarly oversized bipedal, long furred snow leopard moved to stop him from 'escaping'. The jet back giant laid back and held Matt's torso to him while Ruby threw her legs over the pair of them, pinning Matt's legs and preventing him from escaping.

"Calm! Ssh! It's okay, calm. Calm our dear." The pair of them cooed together, until Matt's confused mind took a moment, unsure as to what he was supposed to do. They... didn't want him off? Once more, the pair of aliens completely destroyed his expectations of correct procedure or social norms.

"But-" A large grey and white digit came forward and pushed against his mouth, silencing his protests.

"Onyx does not mind that you are laying there." Ruby's face dominated Matt's vision, her face was still one of care, but now held a mix of worry and the firm gaze of a teacher.

"Quite the opposite, I am most honoured to experience this." They replied from above and below Matt's head, rumbling him all over once more. The hands still held him, one on his back, one against the side of his head. Their finger's curled against him, trailing both sets of claws over his flesh. Goosebumps rolled outwards from these spots and Matt suppressed a shiver.

"You can roll off them, if you and you alone want to. But only if you're uncomfortable, but not because you think it's what Onyx wants. To assume what Onyx wants, now you are aware they do not mind, would be rude. Do you understand?" Ruby asked and Matt nodded against the still firmly placed finger against his lips.

Ruby smiled in return and removed her digit, but not before gently tapping Matt on the nose during her retreat.

"I... I don't know what to do." Matt admitted honestly after a moment, he was so, so lost.

Matt's upbringing was not one of trauma, not until everything happened all at once, but he had once, a loving family. His mother brought him up to be good, to be polite, his father instilled a need to act appropriately. But now, all the social lessons that had been taught to the human now left him confused and bewildered as to what action was the correct one. He thought his actions would be appreciated! Not considered rude! The last thing he wanted was to upset someone. But the aliens were completely... alien! He didn't want to offend them, he had believed briefly that they couldn't be offended, but now they apparently could!?

Ruby leaned forwards and Matt could feel Onyx move too, sitting up. The broad, wet, and rough tongue of Ruby lapped against the human's forehead and a somewhat similar sensation brushed over his hair, Matt assuming that was Onyx's. The human had to close his eyes as Ruby pushed her face against his, wiping her fluffy cheeks against his exposed face, while a similar action was performed against the top of his head. He was eventually released, blinking, but just as confused as before, if not more so.

"That's okay, we're here for you either way. Take your time and we will gently coax you forward as and when." Onyx promised above him.

"I think some food might be in order?" Ruby announced, changing the subject, and glancing at Matt, who didn't know what to say, then to Onyx, who Matt felt nod curtly. With the grace of a cat, Ruby rolled away and stood next to the bed in one fluid movement, the duvet barely being disturbed during her leave.

From where Matt lay, he could see all but below Ruby's thighs. He was once more reminded that he was at least two foot shorter than her and suspected he'd be at a similar height disadvantage to Onyx. Her fur was, for lack of a better word; beautiful. The grey dominated the pelt, but the whites and blacks made spots and streaks through it. It was so long that when she held out her arms, it draped down like natural tassels off a jacket.

As a human, Matt hadn't really considered the attractiveness of other species. In all honestly, he was definitely sheltered back home, not really exploring much of what or who he found attractive. Being a chronic introvert, he remembered even felling mild guilt when safely ogling images online in the privacy of his own space back when there was an internet, let alone trying to chat someone up in a bar.

So, when he considered the wide hips, the hourglass shape, the thick thighs, and the fact that when she stretched up towards the ceiling in a joint cracking, bone lengthening morning stretch; he got to watch all of this. It felt like watching art. Like a perfect marble statue had come to life and was now tiptoeing out of the room with a graceful bounce. Matt would feel guilt for objectifying her later, but he couldn't take his eyes off her form until she had completely left the room and was out of all sight. There was a beat of silence.

"I'm glad you find her as beautiful as I do." Rumbled Onyx, snapping Matt back to the reality that was his bed. Now Matt had to deal with the concept that he was laying on top of an unknown alien which he was mildly certain was a male, if the voice and form was anything to assume.

"I'm going to get off you now." The human explained carefully and steadily, aware of their stance on him reacting to his perception of their wants and desires.

"That's okay, need a claw?" Onyx offered helpfully.

"No, I got it." Matt replied as he used his knee to put his weight on the mattress for the first time in hours and tumbled off the alien sideways and into the bed proper. He had exactly zero of the same grace as Ruby or Onyx, Matt suspected. Scooting backwards he made his way up and away to the top of the bed where the alien was laying. Matt was now where Ruby was only moments ago, only he wasn't pressed to the alien's side as their lover had been.

An awkward silence, at least to Matt's perception, fell over the room. 'I'm laying next to an unknown alien male. A guy I have just used as a fucking mattress for god knows how long.' The human thought to himself, trying to organise his mind.

Matt wasn't gay, at least... he didn't think he was. He'd never experimented nor ever tried anything back on Earth. 'Never had the chance.' His mind helpfully offered to which he shut down with a mental scramble. No, he knew who he was... right? Women were neat! He loved everything about them, guys were... him? He wasn't 'sexy' or attractive, at least not to him, so that applied to all guys.

Right? That's how that worked. He'd never considered whether he found other attractive as he assumed he was straight. He didn't need to muddy the water for himself; trying to find a girlfriend had been hard enough.

Matt glanced to the side. The dark furred alien was laying there. There were no pillows, there were never any damn pillows in space it seemed, so the pair of them were laying there flat against the mattress. The felinoid had a small, almost knowing, smirk. Ruby was beautiful, she undoubtedly had sexy appear. Just the silohette was enough to entice Matt. But what of Onyx? The felinoid had his own... charm? No! why was he thinking like this? Onyx is a guy, they're just touchy-feely.

Why is he smiling? Does he know? Were they telepaths? The serpents could hypnotise you with just a glance, that was part of his orientation, so who knew what other abilities the rest of the aliens could-

Onyx rolled over towards Matt and rested his head against his fist, holding himself up, looking down at the human with a calm, cool gaze.

"You've not moved a muscle in over a minute, and I do mean that you've been perfectly still. Honestly it's impressive." Onyx said with a grin, briefly raising the ridge over their eyes as Matt glanced over up at them. His whiskers caught the light like fishing wires, glinting. He was handsome, Matt could objectively agree that.

"I'm fine." Matt lied.

"I didn't ask that and that's still a lie." Onyx pointed out before sighing and completed their roll until they were holding themselves up with their elbows, right next to Matt.

"Is it that you're scared? True Freedom is not as easy as one might think. Now that Ruby isn't here, you're left with your own thoughts?"

The human hadn't even considered that, he'd had more pressing issues this morning, but the realisation that the ship he was on could be accelerating towards anywhere! He blinked up at the ceiling, his heartrate sped up. They'd processed his transit out of there really quickly. Did they know where this ship was going? Could Matt be tracked so he could be rescued? Onyx again, interrupted the human's runaway thoughts.

"Ah, not that then. Then is it me? Am I too much?"

"No! No, I mean, this is your place, more than mine. Ruby wouldn't... Maybe I should-" Matt leant up to leave, but a wide and strong paw reached up, and simply pushed him back down.

"Ah! A wrong thought and not one worth wasting time on. Even you know that." The dark felinoid 'hummed' contemplatively for a moment, before opening their eyes and watching Matt carefully. It was only now the human noticed that the alien's face was in a slight shadow that their eyes were actually glowing.

"Are... are your eyes, glowing?" Matt squinted, the alien chuckled in response.

"Why yes! Yes, they are!" The alien smiled broadly and genuinely. "I liked my original colour, but I wanted something with a bit more flair. I'm all for subtly, but you need something to help you stand out."

"Ruby mentioned her 'original colour' too, what do you mean?" The man asked, glancing from one glowing orb to the other.

"Ah, when we say 'Freedom', we do mean freedom of the body too. Our skill at body modifications are quite extrensive. Most felinoids will adjust themselves at some point. Some a new pattern of fur, others a change of eye colour. I'm aware of some that have opted for far more drastic modifications."

"Like what?"

"I'm aware of at least one planet who have mostly become six limbed. They appear like any other, until you get to the hips, then they have a whole other body with four limbs for locomotion like quadrupeds, instead of bipeds."

"Like a centaur? You can do that?"

"I feel we have only scratched the surface of what you think is possible. But rather than worry you with what my whole race can do, shall we find out what you can do?"

"uh... sure?"

Matt was answering offhandedly if he was honest with himself. He was still observing the glowing orbs and wondering how the hell they did that when the alien suddenly surged forward and with a single fluid and confident movement, straddled the smaller human. Their giant paws were either side of the human's head, while their knees caged in Matt's hips. The alien was grinning down at the human, who had unconsciously brought his hands up against his own chest, palms open and up to push against the alien if they descended suddenly.

From this position, the gentle golden glow was far more obvious. It toed the line of intimidating and mysterious and yet... Again, Matt was hit by the idea that it was not a predatory gaze or one of disregard, but one of sincere care and perhaps more than a smidge of mischief. Onyx on the other hand was in full control of the situation and spoke with confidence as if they did this every day.

"Ah! There we go, now we can get to the heart of the matter. We cannot merely lay next to one another in pure frozen silence like before, can we?"

"Can't we?!" Squeaked Matt.

"Ah, calm. You're not in danger here. But, I need to hear your answer; why do I intimidate you?" Asked the looming, far larger, far more dangerous creature that was currently, all but pinning the human. It didn't matter the alien wasn't technically touching Matt; the implications and utter obliteration of his personal space were still present.

"You're a guy!" Matt blurted without thinking. It wasn't everything he could have said or even one he'd repeat if he thought about it. His emotions were a fused, tangled knot of confused and mixed signals. If he had actually thought about it, he honestly wouldn't have been able to give an answer, not that this one was a 'good' answer by any measure. All that had happened was that he panicked and his mind had fallen back onto old prejudices that had been developed by his upbringing.

However, his answer caused the creature's brow to furrow, before a rapturous grin broke out across its muzzle.

"Oh! Oh, I understand now! You do not like males?" Asked Onyx with near glee in their voice.

"That's not- I'm sure you're lovely! I'm just not, I don't think I could..." Matt was rambling, but he wanted to quickly reassure and not wanting to offend the alien. Although the human did notice that he had avoided outright saying he didn't 'like' men for some strange reason. He'd worry about that later. Now was not the time to have an awakening, that was for late night insomnia.

"Oh, I am lovely, but the good news is..." The alien said, leaning down until they were barely inches away from the human's face. "I'm not male."

"You're female?" Matt again, blurting out a knee jerk reaction, more surprised, than shocked. The rumbling baritone voice of the creature had cemented in Matt's mind of the alien's gender long before now completely unconsciously. But frustratingly, the alien continued their grin and shook their head again.

"Nope! Not female either." They seemed to relish in the human's uncertainty and leaned even closer, now mere millimetres away. Matt could feel their breath against his face, but they still weren't quite touching the human. Matt had to respond, to react!

"I-I-I don't... I don't understand then." The human admitted again, thoroughly confused and unsure how he should be reacting. He did what was safe to him; remaining still with his palms still up, but not shoving the alien away. A small part of his mind offered that as a solution, but his hands refused to push outwards, shouted down by another previously silent part of his psyche.

What was the correct path?!

"I'm neither Matt. That's all. Nice and easy." Explained the alien cryptically.

"Our Matt... Your nerves are from an unspoken concern for an unfulfilled action. Expectations versus reality. We've have physically slept together, next to and on top of one another only hours ago." The alien tilted their head, still smiling like the Cheshire cat.

"You're not denying this, even now. There is a part of you that is willing to be open. A felinoid trait and a good one to have."

"But you're not... Not female?" Matt's mind, a product of a restrained society was grasping at straws, desperate for a reason for him to deny what he may actually want, what he unconsciously felt he should feel guilty for.

"No. My dear, we can lay here and ask a hundred questions, or we can take one action and see how you feel afterwards?"

"What's that?"

The felinoid leant forwards through the final fraction of space and Matt's hands finally touched against the alien's furred chest while Onyx's black shiny lips that surrounded their waiting muzzle pressed against Matt's own lips, capturing them completely. At first Matt flinched, unsure as to whether he should resist or not.

They weren't the gender he had grown up expecting to kiss, but that felt like such a small concern next to the fact they weren't even human.

'What does that matter?' asked a voice in the back of Matt's mind, as the felinoid's lips pressed into the kiss with more force, meeting no resistance. 'They are just as sentient as you.' The voice admonished. A tongue briefly made itself known to Matt's mouth, which he hadn't closed yet in protest, it tasted and probed the human with growing confidence.

'But he... but she... they aren't...' the unintentionally prejudiced but collapsing part of his mind desperately attempted to counter but found no purchase whilst being subjecting to the dissonance of expecting to hate the kiss yet actually loving every second.

'You're enjoying this...' and with that fact, the concept of who he 'was' shattered. All knowns and unknowns he thought he knew slipped away as their foundations of sand collapsed beneath the weight of the alien's kiss. Regardless of whether they were either gender, neither of them or something entirely new, Matt could no longer deny that he was limited to one and only one option. His all-encompassing loneliness from the multiple months without some much as a conversation or comfort had left him starved of this attention. He needed it more than air at this point.

As Matt laid there, he realised that he was kissing back, pushing into Onyx to keep the pleasure going. It was passionate but unskilled from his side. On the contrary, Onyx had full control. They would press into Matt, then retreat, Matt unconsciously followed, raising his head to chase after the pleasure that he was experiencing, not wanting it to end, only for Onyx to slip one of their clawed paws under his head to support the human before renewing their assault on the poor, unsuspecting human who was now completely at the larger alien's mercy and push him back down into the mattress.

It was only when Ruby's voice announced that she was in the room, that reality came crashing back down. She was placing three bowls of something on the side table next to the giant bed, that Matt flinched again, now pushing with his hands against the alien's chest. Onyx merely grinned against Matt's mouth, aware that it was more that the human had been caught with his proverbial paw in the cookie jar than not wanting the black felinoid's attention.

"Well! It's good to see you two getting on well."

Onyx merely collapsed on top of the human while holding his face into the felinoids neck. Matt would have tried to squirm away, to disengage from what his panicked mind assumed was something akin infidelity or something to be ashamed of despite having no real defined relationship with these creatures.

"Aw, you spoilt it! He was getting into that!" Admonished Onyx, pouting at the now giggling Ruby.

"I left you for no more than five minutes and I come back to this? I thought if I was quick enough, I wouldn't miss it. Honestly I'm just jealous."

Matt had nothing to add, he went from scrambling to disengage, to burying his face into the felinoid's neck fur and mumbling how he'd like to be put out of his misery now. His embarrassment was complete, and his face had gone a deep scarlet.

=== 0 ===

The scuttle back to Matt's room was one of embarrassment for the human. He wasn't ashamed that he had kissed Onyx, he had... well honestly, he'd enjoyed it, that much was obvious and far more than he thought he physically could. His orientation was not his concern right now though, at least now that he'd calmed down. When Onyx had first moved to release Matt, the human had tried his best to hide his excitement for it all. He'd failed miserably, but Onyx merely looked down, looked back to Matt's reddening face and given him a wink, otherwise ignoring the issued that had popped up.

Nothing more was said, but still! Matt was mortified! Even if he had just had his tongue wrestled into submission by the alien that wasn't the point!

But now, he needed clothes and there were felinoids walking around in the hallway. The pair of aliens had offered the thin silky duvet to wrap around him, but it would have been less conspicuous, and it was only a few strides to his quarters. He could do this, so Matt politely declined.

In the end, he'd stood near the door, far enough away to not trigger it's opening, but close enough to listen. All the while, Ruby and Onyx watched the human with barely hidden amusement.

When Matt thought the coast was clear, he stepped from the pair's room and retraced his steps to his quarters right into the presence of a new felinoid. This one was a significant difference to Ruby and Onyx. Whilst they exuded calm, collected suaveness, this creature reminded him of a punk rocker in both their stance and attire. A bright white mohawk stuck out from between their ears, which had countless piercings and loops through them, at the top of their head and followed down into a mass of unkept stark white hair that hung down their back like a cloak. Greens and purple highlights streaked the rest of their fur in random places. They wore clothes, a jean and leather outfit with shiny spikes sticking out in rows and lines. It wasn't to the same degree of coverage as a human, but the open sleeveless jacket revealed that their interest in piercings continued to beyond their ears. Mercifully, the alien wore a set of matching trunks that hid their lower parts.

When the punk alien turned around, like the random streaks, their eyes were different colours too. One green, one purple.

"Ah, I thought you were just ignoring me." They said, gesturing to the closed door of his quarters. Matt dubiously guessed that the newcomer was a female based off the barely hidden chest of their open jacket, but once more hesitated lest he fall into another pit of assumptions. "I was wanting to ask when you're starting your lesson?"

Matt blinked, still acutely aware he was still dressed in just loose sleeping shorts and stood in the middle of a carpet hallway like he was committing a 'walk of shame'.

"My... lesson?"

"Yeah, the politeness lesson? They said you were doing courses 'cos we're gonna' scare off your kind?" The felinoid reminded him whilst leaning back into a relaxed, almost bored stance, crossing their arms.

"I... I've only just arrived; I didn't really get that far I'm sorry to say..." The human admitted to the arms crossed punk. They tilted their head dramatically downwards, hair cascading everywhere and gave him an obvious look up and down, smirking widely the whole time.

"Yeah, I can see we're helping you get real comfy. Alright, well I want in. If it means I get in then you can just swing by my place later."

"Wait! No! That's not what this is."

"Look, the rumours are all over the place, we know your kind are like... really really uptight, but I'm not judgin'. If you want me to come to yours, I'm fine with that too."

"No! I couldn't sleep, Ruby was... it wasn't... I don't know how to describe it, but nothing happened."

The punk leant back as she emphasised her words, seemingly getting a moment of epiphany.

"Oooh, right! You're a softy! Oh well, I know how to sort you out. Gotcha', well... I'll make sure you get a real good night's sleep. Deal?"

"W-what!? I'm not-!"

Matt's words were lost as there was a commotion and a yell behind him. Turning round, any further words died on his lips, as he saw a pair of what could only be described as bipedal lions, golden fur with flaming red manes and all, rushing towards both he and the punk. They were both stark naked and unless they were choosing to identify as anything else, the twins had to be male based on the fact they were hiding absolutely nothing. They waved as they approached at speed, seemingly not caring that they were exposed to the world.

"Oh hey! Can we join in!?" the twin lions called out in perfect unison, both glancing from the punk to the human expectantly.

Driven by an ancient desire of not being eaten by lions, Matt practically dove for his room and closed the door behind him, offering a half-baked excuse that he'd sort out a lesson as soon as possible. There was a set of scratches at the door, but that too stopped after a quiet discussion that he could barely make out through the bulkhead door. It sounded like the punk was explaining, but realistically he couldn't tell what had been said.

Matt held his hand to his mouth and stared wide eyed ahead of him. He wasn't seeing anything, he was just trying to comprehend what the hell just happened.

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So The Amazing Digital Circus has latched onto my brain like a particularly stubborn tick so now I gotta share a theory of mine from the Pilot.

Considering it's all, indeed, digital and the mental health of its occupants ties to their stability, I bet their avatars are near direct reflections of themselves and their issues/flaws, albeit with a filter to fit the Fun, Child Friendly Aesthetic of the Circus.

Pomni is a classic rendition of a Jester. A Court Fool. Her eyes are incredibly expressive and even change to scribbles, hollow circles, or pure black depending on her mental state.

She likely views her life as a joke, or views herself as the punchline of a joke. She's a Fool. Whether this is due to perceived incompetence, an inability to "grow up", or simply considers herself to be lesser than her peers.

I do however use the above picture on purpose. She's an absolute nervous wreck 99% of the time, but stops while being chased by a monster and is stunned by her own reflection. That isn't a look of fear or confusion, it's awe. Something about her avatar struck a cord with her and seemed right. I personally subscribe to the theory of her being transgender and experiencing a small bout of gender euphoria amidst the horrors thanks to a post made by one demilypyro.

Jax is a Cartoon Rabbit. Not really terribly much to say about the design itself other than it being very rubber-hose animation in its proportions and the seeming default smug expression.

Jax is an asshole. He plays pranks in bad faith, is incredibly snarky and dry even to someone in distress, and doesn't seem to overly care about the others well being.

"I'm fine with doing whatever, as long as I get to see funny things happen to people." It makes sense his avatar would take a similar look to another wise-cracking cartoon rabbit we all know. He also seems the most content to actually be in the Circus itself. Considering it can let him do all manner of things to others, from the lethal to the physically impossible, he might consider it better than reality.

Ragatha is literally just raggedy ann. A patchwork doll.

She seems to be the most outwardly kind of the individuals in the circus, showing patience and understanding with Pomni even when in distress, though she clearly has a limit to said patience.

I think it's safe to assume Ragatha has been through a lot of shit for her avatar to make her seem patchwork. Which is to say, damaged multiple times and repaired each time, leaving clear marks of the repairs like scars.

Zooble is a mess of individual parts slammed together in an approximation of a humanoid shape. Like someone took dozens of pieces from all sorts of toys and put them together into an amalgam.

Gooseworx has stated they have no idea what they're even suppose to be. This can and likely does include gender, but probably includes their entire identity as a whole. Or rather, their lack of one.

For whatever reason, be it alienation, isolation, or any number of potential causes; Zooble doesn't know who they are or what they want to be. No ambitions, no dreams, no real self identity. This makes their avatar manifest as a mess that also doesn't know what it wants to be, so is a little bit of everything.

Gangle is most insubstantial, their body almost entirely a ribbon. The key part of their avatar is the mask: Comedy and Tragedy. And it seems in the few instances it's not broken, they always try to wear the comedy mask over top the tragedy mask.

Gangle's behavior makes me think she's the youngest of the individuals, at least mentally. As for the masks, something about her circumstances in life made her feel the need to put on a facade of joy. Maybe to live up to expectations, or to hide her true feelings to avoid worrying others. As an avatar, this seems to have become literal: She seems to only be happy with the mask on and discontent at best with it off/broken.

Kinger is a White King Chess Piece.

He's a forgetful paranoiac who, according to the characters, has been present in the Circus for the longest amount of time. He seems to forget where people are and what he's doing quite a bit.

In a moment of lucidity near the end, he goes in depth about how the food they eat is just simulated, and how they provide the sensation of eating despite not being real. It's also worth mentioning the ground floor of the circus is a Chess Board.

I believe Kinger is/was at least partially in charge of creating the Circus. His avatar is a walking symbol of authority, a reflection on his standing within the digital space rather than his current mental state. Perhaps the avatar was more fitting when he first entered the Circus, aware of its intricacies and rules, but has long since forgotten such things.

We don't see Kaufmo while he's uh. Normal. But we do see pictures of what he did look like: A Clown.

From the dialogue of other characters like Ragatha and Gangle, he seemed to actually try and play the role of clown during his time in the Circus, even if he wasn't terribly funny.

Kaufmo likely found himself to be a clown in reality. Maybe he was a clown in the literal sense. Or maybe he just saw himself as a funny, quirky guy to be around even if he was none of those things.

Finally, we have what happens when someone goes completely plum insane.

The Avatars are based on mental scans of the individual made to fit the aesthetic of the circus. an Abstraction is what happens when said software tries to read a mind that has no logic or reasoning left. There's nothing to find, no basis of personality, no base to work with. So in confusion the avatar becomes a glitched mess, trying and failing to find a shape within the madness to settle into.

Kinger seems to be insane, yet they're stable, because there is still an individual underneath the neurosis. There's nothing left of Kaufmo at this point: Just a cyclone of emotions inside a broken human mind.

That's the theory, anyway. It's a fucking pilot I could be entirely wrong.

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