#getting them synced was painful /silly

[doctorsiren]

OLD ART but I found these walkcycles from an assignment last year (i was “”dying”” during that time of year [school stress 💀💀💀] so this was so rushed LMAOO but I had to get it in by the due date)

#doctorsiren #hermitcraft #hermitcraft au #mumbo jumbo #grian #dr clockwork #griandroid #art #digital art #my art #fanart #procreate #featherweight au #animation #walk cycle #I can’t get over how janky they look #but hey y’know what #free content to post :)) #getting them synced was painful /silly #don’t think about how they walk too much…

[luveline]

maybe miguel with shy spider girl who never holds eye contact with him and he calls her to is office alone for info and she’s just a mess? idk 😭😭

“Miguel wants to see you.” 

You smile at Peter B. Parker. It is not a natural nor authentic smile. “Sorry,” you say, “what?” 

“Miguel, the big guy! He wants to see you. You reported that weird bubble on 265, right?” Peter’s chewing on gum obnoxiously, seemingly unwise to your panic. Mayday giggles in his arms. “He wants your opinion.” 

“I've never spoken to him.” 

Peter laughs jovially as Mayday climbs up his front and almost topples down the back of him. “He's a nice guy, you'll like him. Hey, you want some gum?” 

You take a stick of gum but don't chew it, the strip of Juicy Fruit powdering your fingers as you ride the elevator up to Miguel's laboratory. You barely know where it is, only that it's in a general direction of which you've never walked in. You haunt the dorms and the library rather than the workshops, content in your quiet life (as quiet as it can be, considering). Every step you take down the red lit hall to his lab is brimming with the want to turn back. 

There's a platform set on the floor decorated by computers. You can't tell what's holographic and what's physical, but Miguel O'Hara is undeniably solid. His shoulders alone look thick as a tree trunk where he stands in the midst of it all. 

You know it will be less painful to just… say hello. You put your Juicy Fruit in your pocket and clear your throat quietly. 

“Mr. O'Hara?” 

He waves his hand at you without looking. “Miguel is better. Come here.” 

You struggle up onto his raised laboratory. Would it have hurt to build a step? 

“Spider-Girl from earth 1421. Yes?” 

“Y/N,” you say. “Yeah, that's me.” 

He looks up at that, like your name is a curse word, or a surprise. You meet his eyes for as long as you're able to before your gaze crawls to his chest. 

“And you saw the distension on 265?” 

“Distension… um, you mean when the air looked like it was bubbling?” 

“What were you doing when it started? Just give me a run down.” 

You clasp your hands together tightly. You feel silly in your suit because somebody convinced you that it was okay to wear stuff on top, so now you're in this big silly hoodie while Miguel stands waiting in his officials. You'd always thought it was nanotechnology, but closer it seems more like a fabric with chameleon technology, or—

“What were you doing when it started?” he asks again, softer now. “You're not in trouble, I just need to get a sense of what happened.”  

“I know, I– we were there to– to–” You wince. “To capture an anomaly, Doc Ock 83.” Your hands start to tremble, you're so nervous. “But we had a hard time finding him, he wasn't doing much, and the– bubble started not long after getting there.” 

“Was it a precursor to anything? Did something significant happen after it began?” 

“Um–” You can't think. What happened? You'd been standing on the street between the last reported sighting of the anomaly with your small team. You're a competent bunch but you only ever get called in for the weak guys, and you weren't sure what to do when things got weird. “I'm sorry, I don't know.” You peek at him, worried he's going to snap at you. 

“Just take some time to think about it.” 

He smiles —Miguel smiles at you, a juxtaposition to every rumour you've ever heard about him— and takes a step toward you, gesturing at your hoodie. You freeze up, worse when his fingertips point at the hem of it. 

“Do you have your drone?” 

You flush a hundred degrees hot and pull your hoodie up your chest to click the panel of your drone where it dents over your heart. It breaks free, flying up into the air above your head on automatic. Miguel grabs it out of the air and takes it over to his computer, where he syncs the sim and looks through your recordings. He isn't so cruel as to play them without permission, deferring back to you.

You raise your hand and tap the file. 

It starts with you talking to yourself. “There's no… what alley was he…” You scrub forward to the middle of the video, just before the distension begins. “Hey, do you see that?” you ask your teammates.

Miguel leans forward. He's standing very, very close to you, and he talks quietly so as not to overcloud the sound on screen, “Here. Does this jog your memory?” he asks. 

You look away from him again. But, now he's asked, and now you've seen it, there was something unfamiliar. “After it appeared, the anomaly changed. Doc Ock didn't look like himself. I thought I was seeing things, but here–” You rewind the video and point at the outline of Doc Ock against the bubble. “See? He's different. He looks paler.” 

Miguel glares at the screen in concentration. Your comparison must impress him, though it doesn't solve the problem. “Alright,” he says as he copies the file from your drone. You summon it back to your heart. “The next time one of these is reported, I want you to come with me.” 

“Oh. Why?” 

“Because six people went to that dimension and only one of them flagged this. You have a sharp eye. When you deign to use them.” 

You bring your gaze up in a rush, “I– I'm just nervous–” 

“I know.” He smiles at you again, not at all the prey versus predator grin you'd imagined, but a more private smile as though you're sharing a joke. He looks at once like a normal man. Is he flirting with you? “Keep your communicator on, hm? I'll call for you.” 

“Okay.” You don't know what to do, so you offer him a smile of your own. “See you then.” 

He chuckles into himself as though he knows something you don't. “See you, nerviosa.” 

You wouldn't need to know Spanish to know he's teasing you. 

#miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara x you #miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel o’hara x fem!reader #miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara fanfiction #miguel o’hara fanfic #miguel o’hara fic #miguel o’hara drabble #miguel o’hara scenario #miguel o’hara blurb #miguel o’hara oneshot #spider-man: across the spider-verse #spider-man: across the spider-verse fanfiction #miguel ohara x reader #miguel ohara x you #miguel ohara x y/n #miguel ohara x fem!reader #miguel ohara #miguel ohara fanfiction #miguel ohara fanfic #miguel ohara fic #miguel ohara drabble #miguel ohara scenario #miguel ohara blurb #miguel ohara oneshot

[sapphosclosefriend]

- Emotional -

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Pregnant! Fem! Reader

Genre: smut, fluff

Summary: Nat supports you through any of your moments of doubt caused by your pregnancy.

Word count: 1608

Warnings: bottom! Reader, top! Natasha Romanoff, Nat has a penis, kissing, SMUT, brief riding, clit stimulation, vaginal penetration, cumming inside, cum eating, brief mention of a blowjob, literally one slap on the ass

A/N: this story contains smut so anyone who isn’t 18+ DNI. I wrote this in a frenzy and it’s garbage, so I’ll probably go over it one day. (Of course I didn’t finish the milf wanda one so don’t be angry, I’m sorry!)

Masterlist

The creaking of the bed syncs perfectly with your movements as you try to gather the little strength you still have in your legs to keep moving up and down Nat’s cock buried deep in your pussy. You thought that taking breaks and catching your breath could help you out, but it only ended up making you feel more and more tired each time you started moving once again. The long pauses you take, sitting still with all of her inside of you only make Nat go crazy and closer to the edge, but of course she’d never let go before you’re done yourself, especially now that you need all of her support.

It pains her to see you struggling to do some of the most simple things and, despite it not being of any importance to her, she knows of your deep frustration for physically not being able to satisfy her like before all of this and despite her countless reassurances of you indeed being able to do so in any way, even more limited ones, you still feel so much guilt. She can see the slight tremble on your legs from your tiredness and when she gently takes your hands in hers and once again repeats, well, starts to repeat the same question she’s been asking almost as long as you’ve been going at it, you finally look at her for the first time since you’ve started taking your breaks

“Baby…”

Her soft raspy voice and green eyes hold so much love in that moment that you can’t help but pout as you feel (the now more than usual) tears welling up in your eyes, blinding you for a moment before falling loose down your cheeks

“I’m so sorry Natty, I can’t do it, I’m sorry, I’m sorry”

Your meek voice breaks her heart so much she’d hug you and squeeze you as tight as she can, but she knows it would be impossible to do, so she lifts herself up on her elbow to reach for your face with her other hand and wipe away another tiny tear that escapes your eye before caressing your cheek as softly as she can

“Don’t ever be sorry for any of this. This is bullshit compared to what you’re doing for us, for me too! That’s what really matters to me, that you two are ok”

She searches for your eyes and once you make eye contact she expectantly nods and waits for you to nod back, indicating that you understood. Your small answer helps comfort her a bit as she reaches for your hand once again to kiss your palm before holding it

“And don’t worry, my cock is definitely not suffering”

Her words take you off guard and once you look at her and see her stupid cheeky grin you can’t help but burst out laughing, she can be so silly, especially when you’re a bit down, but she always helps lift your mood. Once you stop laughing you squeeze her hand, still intertwined with hers, and lean as down as you can to connect your lips in a soft kiss before resting your forehead against hers and looking into her beautiful eyes and then her plump lips. She’s even more lost looking at every little detail of your face and only gets out of her trance once she feels you grinding on her very slowly, making her eyes get back on yours and finding them already looking back at her. The feeling of her hand moving to gently hold your hips makes you suck in a breath and your walls clench around her for a second, getting a small hiss out of her. It’s just then that you really notice how on edge she seems to be, her abs clenching hard, brows furrowed and slightly shaky breathing, could you really have gotten her close with your pathetic attempt at riding her?

“Lie down, let me take care of you, please baby”

Her whispered words succeed in getting you out of your own head once again and she doesn’t receive an answer before you’re fully lifting yourself off of her, letting her cock slap back against her lower abdomen (you’re sure you heard a small “shit” when you pulled her out of you but you don’t question it) and sitting next to her, giving her another deeper kiss to thank her for being so amazing as usual. You don’t even realize it when you start fully making out with each other, getting small whimpers out of you as your breathing quickens, even more so once her hand sneaks between your legs and lazily rubs your clit, making you moan out loud and break the kiss

“So wet and so close, fuck baby, you’re so needy”

The things she tells you while making you lie down next to her make you sob and clench hard around nothing, so you reach for her cock, still wet from being inside of you, and jerk it with your hand a couple times, savouring the way her head falls back and she moans loudly

“Please Natty, I need to cum so bad! Please make me cum!”

The way you practically cry out the words gets something going inside of her and she suddenly moves to kneel between your legs, aligning her cock to your entrance in a frenzy, finally pushing inside of you and caressing your belly all while looking at your expression of pure bliss and savouring the small whimpers you let out while she keeps pushing more of her cock inside, seemingly never ending, until you can feel her balls pressed against you, finally letting you take a deep breath and languidly moan at being full once again.

"Shit baby, you feel even tighter!"

She doesn’t waste any more time and immediately starts thrusting more and more quickly, finding a pace that pleases both of you. She knows you won’t be comfortable for long lying on your back, so she tries her best to make you get closer and closer to the edge, successfully doing so very easily and consequently feeling herself close too, thanks to the way your pussy repeatedly squeezes her cock so hard she feels like she could cum each time. Your breathless moans are certainly not helping her either and her frustrated grunts do nothing but turn you on more and make you even more wet for her

“Natty!”

Your big desperate eyes tell her everything she needs to know and she immediately moves a hand to press her thumb on your clit and rub it, seeing your eyes unconsciously close as your bliss approaches

“Cum for me baby”

As soon as she says those words you feel your overwhelmingly hard orgasm wash over you, fully knocking your breath away and making you grasp the pillow under your head so hard your knuckles turn white. Your loud moans echo through the otherwise quiet bedroom, if not for the sound of skin slapping and Nat’s laboured breathing, and your pussy squeezes Nat’s cock so hard she’s barely able to move in or out of you for a bit, effectively getting her even closer to her own peak and making her curse under her breath multiple times. Once you’ve been able to calm down a bit she stops rubbing your clit and grabs your waist, getting better leverage to go back to thrusting her cock deep inside of you and working herself to her orgasm, reaching it also thanks to the sight of your now bigger boobs jiggling in tandem with her thrusts, your tired eyes lovingly looking at her and the way you clench your pussy on purpose, making her hit her peak and cum deep inside of you, filling you up to the brim, how she cums so much has always been a mystery to you. Once her cock stops twitching and she’s mostly caught her breath she opens her eyes and sets her gaze back to you, feeling her heart warm up at the sight of your small smile and sweet eyes filled with pure love and adoration for her

“I love you Natty”

She can barely hear your small, tired voice, but understands you nonetheless

“I love you…my baby”

Her cheeky smile makes you let out a giggle, only to be interrupted by your own whimper when Nat pulls out of you, dragging her cock against your now extremely sensitive walls

“I know baby, I’m done. You’ve done such a good job for me”

Of course she finds herself entranced by the way her own cum starts slowly seeping out of you and can’t help but groan when you purposely push more out to scoop it up with your fingers and taste it with a languid moan, savouring her dumbfounded expression looking at the action

“Fuck, baby, aren’t you a naughty one”

“You’re the one who makes me act this way, Natty!”

“Oh it’s my fault, I see”

“Absolutely!…..maybe you can do something to be forgiven”

You’re now lying on your side, holding yourself up on your elbow, thanks to your back killing you, looking at Nat still kneeling on the bed

“Please tell me, baby”

The excitement makes you smile as she briefly kisses you after speaking

“Go get me a couple of pillows so I stay comfortable while I suck your cock to clean it up”

She fails to hold back a small grunt at your words and immediately jumps off the bed to run to the living room, slapping your ass when she passes by you, and eliciting a giggle from you, oh the way you love this woman!

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Tags: @fxckmiup @natashasilverfox

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha romanoff smut #black widow #black widow x reader #black widow x female reader #black widow smut #marvel #mcu

[i-t-guy-in-the-sky]

Tracy Log: 03/08/2066

RESCUE REPORT:

Call received at 13:26, reports of a rambler trapped in an abandoned missile silo some 8 meters below ground.

Call sent by companion (uninjured) stating that the victim had climbed to the apex of the hill- created after the covering of the shelter entrance- in order to film a segment for their YouTube channel.

Upon reaching the top they started filming but the ground they were standing on began to shift, having become unstable due to nearby building work causing heavy flooding in the area.

The platform upon which they were standing -which doubled as a the lid to the silo- crumbled and they fell straight down into the silo.

Thunderbirds 1 and 2 deployed with Scott, Virgil, and Gordon aboard.

Victim knocked unconscious on impact, and didn't regain consciousness until Scott reached the danger zone.

Scott used our jetpack technology to lower himself down in order to assess the victim and secure them for transport.

Unfortunately, due to the nature of the fall and the subsequent injuries, although victim regained consciousness briefly, they were in too much pain. Scott issued painkillers to make them more comfortable, but they succumbed to their injuries before Scott or the team on Thunderbird 2 were able to help.

Reports will be sent, along with our video footage, to the local police force for processing and our standard letter of condolence, as well as resources, has been sent to the bereaved.

END REPORT.

John leaned back, allowing the freedom of Zero-G to support his body as he pressed save on his screen and swiped it away.

He could still hear, could still see, the devastation on his brother's face as he reported that their mission had not been successful. Scott had tried to stay businesslike, to report the facts as they appeared, but John knew it was never that easy.

He watched every rescue as standard, ready to help in any way he could, and he had heard the laboured breathing of the victim, their pain filled crying and the wheezing, rattle in their chest.

They had asked Scott for help and he had promised them he would get them out of there. And he had, he'd helped the only way he could, by making them comfortable and holding their hand as their life had slipped away. And then he'd done his job and gotten them out as promised, just not in the way any of them would have wished.

Losses were inevitable, and they were lucky enough that they didn't have to deal with them that often, but that just made it all the harder when it did.

He wanted to be down there to support his brother, knowing he would be beating himself up about it even though there was nothing anyone could have done, but he still had to file the report with the local authorities and alert the bereavement counsellor they kept on retainer in case the victim's family were in need and couldn't provide their own.

Still, he had a secret weapon that he was merciless in deploying when a situation called for it, and this was definitely that situation.

He pulled up his screen again and touched the little symbol of a witch’s hat.

-x-

Scott’s eyes flew open as the first pounding notes of a song blasted through the speaker system of the lounge.

There went his peace and quiet. Couldn't a man brood alone in this house without some idiot feeling the need to disturb him?

“Why am I not surprised?” he bitched when his sister-in-law slid into the room and struck a dramatic pose. Please don't let her start to sing. He loved her but his temples were already throbbing and he didn't think his nerves could take it.

Thankfully -if you could count that- she stuck to lip syncing along as Tina Turner blasted out her most famous number.

“I call you when I need you, my heart's on fire,” Selene mimed, holding her hands over her heart as she rocked back and forth on the spot. “You come to me, come to me wild and wild.” She gestured to him to stand up and join her, but he folded his arms and resolutely refused, he wasn't in the mood for such silliness. A man had just died, did she not understand that?

“When you come to me, give me everything I need,” Selene continued as if he wasn't glaring a hole into her, she just gyrated on the spot, her head bobbing. “Give me a lifetime of promises and a world of dreams, speak a language of love like you know what it means.”

She settled into a power pose stance and prepared for the first big moment of the song.

“Mmm, and it can't be wrong, take my heart and make it strong, baby…” She paused in her bouncing sway to make sure he was paying attention before she belted out the words along with Tina.

“You're simply the best!” She pointed her finger directly in his face. “Better than all the rest.” Powerful head pumping. “Better than anyone.” Arms swaying above her head. “Anyone I've ever met.”

She clutched her hands to her heart as she swayed along to the words, miming along for all she was worth. She knew how to give a rousing performance and he deserved it.

“I'm stuck on your heart

I hang on every word you say.”

“No you don't,” Scott argued, but he was beginning to feel a little amused.

“Tear us apart,” Selene mimed then stuck her tongue out at him. “Baby, I would rather be dead.”

Scott's lips twitched, just a tiny bit, but she saw it and knew that she'd got him. He was hers now.

She moved closer until she was directly in front of him and carried on lip syncing along, pantoming the moves.

“In your heart, I see the star of every night and every day.”

She grabbed him by the hand and dragged him to his feet, ignoring his protests.

“In your eyes, I get lost, I get washed away.”

She kept hold of his hand, but stretched out their arms so that she could spin herself in against his chest in what she thought was the slickest move ever. He automatically grabbed on, holding her in case she fell.

“Just as long as I'm here in your arms, I could be in no better place…”

She wound up to the next line, tipped her head back onto his shoulder, eyes closed as she belted out the words like a woman possessed. “You're simply the best.”

She swayed from side to side, forcing him to move with her or lose his balance. “Better than all the rest. Better than anyone, anyone I've ever met.”

She felt the shaking of his shoulders as he started to laugh, but she couldn't hear much over the music. Not that that mattered, she knew her plan was working.

“Ooh, I'm stuck on your heart, I hang on every word you say.”

She wound her way out of his arms again in true ballroom dancing fashion but kept hold of his hand.

"Don't tear us apart,no, no, no. Baby, I would rather be dead!”

Scott span her again and she latched her arms around his neck, moving together now. This time he joined in, actually singing, which she now joined in with, uncaring as to how bad she sounded.

“Each time you leave me, I start losing control,

You're walking away with my heart and my soul.

I can feel you even when I'm alone, oh baby, don't let go!”

They danced a haphazard path around the coffee table and up the steps to a clear spot of floor just in time for the next part. They bounced around, Scott mimed playing a saxophone as Selene did her best Tina Turner gyrations -if the woman herself could move like that in her 70s Selene had no excuse to let the said down.

“Ooh, you're the best, ooh.”

Arms were waved as they sang. Selene had managed to grab Kayo's discarded hairbrush off a side table and was using it in her best teenage girl sleepover fashion.

“Better than all the rest. Better than anyone, anyone I've ever met.”

Scott took her outstretched hand and wound his fingers through hers, allowing her to swing his arm around as they sang the next lines.

“Ooh, I'm stuck on your heart, I hang on every word you say. Don't tear us apart, no, no, Baby, I would rather be dead!”

She let go of his hand and threw her head back to scream the next line.

“You're the best!”

They broke apart to dance on their own as the music pumped winding up for the finale. Scott was fully in the grove now, his face losing the haggard sadness she'd seen when she'd first entered the room. They were karaoke masters, they knew how to match actions to the words and they did it with style.

"Ooh, you're simply the best. Better than all the rest. Better than anyone, Anyone I've ever met!”

They bounced on the spot, singing at the top of their lungs, heads thrown back as they let the music and the fun of the moment wash away the disappointment and sadness of the day.

“I'm stuck on your heart, baby. I hang on every word you say.” Heads bobbed, fingers clicked, booties shimmied, hips gyrated as they let themselves go. “Don't tear us apart, no, no, no. Baby, I would rather be dead!”

Selene was very out of breath now, and why shouldn't she be, she been carrying this performance after all, but he was worth it. They bounced back together again, and she grabbed his hand, squeezing it tight to make sure he was fully understanding the reason behind her song choice.

“Oh, you're the best. You're better than all the rest

Better than anyone, anyone I've ever met.”

She locked eyes with him as the song wound down and spoke the last words directly to her very best friend in the entire world, and thankfully he was right there with her. “Ooh, you're the best.”

She was there to catch him in a huge hug as the music died away, leaving them panting for breath. The man could run the length of the island but make him dance and he'd be puffing like an old steam train in minutes.

“Beer?” she offered, kissing the top of his head where he'd faceplanted her shoulder.

It took him a moment, but finally he mumbled, “Yeah, that’d be good. Thanks.” That last word meant everything to her and told her that he appreciated her efforts more than he would probably admit.

She nodded and gave him another squeezy hug before she let him go, confident that she'd made her point. He was the best, the best brother, the best friend and the best rescuer out there. And whenever he doubted himself she'd be there to kick his arse until he realised the error of his ways.

-x-

John smiled to himself as he watched the live lounge feed. His wife was certainly unconventional in her approach but she got the job done.

And, until he could get home he knew his brother was in the best hands now. She'd make sure that he remembered that he was the best.

#thunderbirds are go #john tracy #thunderbirds 2015 #thunderbirdsarego #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #selene tempest #scott tracy #international rescue #bad day #you cant save everyone

[author-ssi]

Duality ~KNJ

➜Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader ➜Genre: Smut, Fluff, One-Shot Warnings: vaginal sex (kinda rough because Namjoon is part of the hulk line), slight breast and ass play [18+ MDNI] ➜Word Count: 1.2k ➜Summary: Hot, steamy nights and silly, lovey-dovey mornings... That’s what everyday life with Kim Namjoon as your boyfriend feels like!

His hands grip your thighs firmly.

His lips attack your mouth in vigorous kisses.

His body moulds against yours with every thrust.

His voice moans your name between groans and short breaths.

He’s usually the type to be gentle but tonight...

“Naekkeo, so beautiful”

“I want to feel every inch of your body”

“You’re all mine princess”

“I love you baby”

His tender, needy words are a contradiction to his rough, dominant actions - but you’d be lying if you said you don’t like this side of him; to you, he’s perfect in everything he does, either way. You clutch tightly onto his muscular arms trembling with pleasure as your breath hitches at the tingling sensation that’s spreading throughout your entire body. If it weren’t for the immense amount of pleasure clouding your mind and numbing the pain, maybe you would have halted his actions a while ago. “I-I’m close Joon-ah!”, you gasp out having almost forgotten how to breathe, your walls clenching around his pulsating cock. “Then let’s cum together baby, yeah?”, he asks glancing up at you to enjoy the fucked-up expression that has taken over on your face. The answer to his question is affirmative and it comes in the form of a whine, which urges him to pound against you at an even faster pace than before - entering so deep into you to the point it seems you become one.

Loud moans, in sync with the pounding of flesh, resonate through the bedroom, followed by a series of heavy pants upon the two of yours’ release. Namjoon’s tense body relaxes on top of your own as he buries his face in your heaving breasts. Soon after, his mouth starts to leave a trail of kisses on them while his hands wrap themselves around your waist; he just can’t seem to get enough. Your fingers find their way into his recently-cut short black hair, gently stroking them, and his eyes instantly lift up to gaze at the groggy state his previous actions have put you in. He smiles in satisfaction showing off his dimples before he lifts himself slightly off of you, supporting himself with his arms, as he marvels at the sight of each and every hickie and bruise he’s left on your body. “Damn baby... You look beautiful with my marks all over your body”, his husky voice arouses you, causing goosebumps to flood your skin. Honestly, if he hadn’t depleted all of your stamina already, you’d be on top of him by now, sinking into his cock and riding him like there’s no tomorrow.

Alas, all you can manage in your current state is to leave a wet peck on his lips, “I know you’re hinting at a possible round 2 but I’m really tired and we also have to go take a shower”. The minute the words leave your mouth combined with a dejected sigh, a large pout appears on his lips. How can the man who had you weak in the knees with his hotness just a second ago, now look so adorable? His arms tighten around your waist and his face disappears in your breasts again, “Alright, no worries... Forget about the shower though. Let’s just stay here and cuddle, hm?”. It would be a lie if you denied that you desperately want to agree with him but you know, for the sake of hygiene, you have to put your foot down. You lay a tender kiss on his head before rolling him off of you, secretly hating yourself for deliberately abandoning his warm embrace. Feeling his intense, lustful eyes glued on your body, you push yourself out of bed only for your wobbly legs to give up on you. When you fall back onto the bed and straight into his arms, he can’t help but grin victoriously as he chuckles against your ear teasing you. In a futile attempt to scold him, you turn your torso in order to face him hitting his hard bicep in the process. “Stop laughing, it’s your fault I can’t walk so take responsibility and also take me to the bathroom!”.

His laughter intensifies at your words but immediately dies down when your nipples -hardened by exposure to the cold air- accidentally rub against his sculpted chest with the way you’re pressed up against him now. Softly biting on his lip, his hands slide down your back, ultimately cupping your ass and giving it a small squeeze. A small moan escapes your lips before they’re instantly moulded against his own in a sensual kiss while his large hands continue to fondle your round ass. “Cuddle with me and I’ll make us a nice bubble bath tomorrow morning, okay?”, he mutters after pulling away from the kiss leaving you breathless. Let’s be real now, how could you refuse him? You concede in a murmur with your face already laid down on his muscled chest and your hands resting on his biceps, softly stroking them. His hands start doing the same to your long hair and waist, each of you slowly lulling the other to sleep.

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You wake up to the sound of clanking and by glancing at the empty space beside you, you put two and two together about your boyfriend’s whereabouts. Giggling slightly at the thought of him trying to make breakfast, you pull the covers off of your still-naked body about to get out of bed. Thankfully, your attempt is successful this time, so after putting on one of Namjoon’s hoodies, you start staggering in the direction of the kitchen. “Joon-ah, tell me you haven’t burnt anything. It’s too early for me to take out the fire extinguisher”, you tease him, still rubbing the sleep from your eyes - but the sight you’re met with leaves you amazed. He actually managed to prepare a decent breakfast! Oh wait... There’s a broken pan on the stove. “Everything was going so smoothly but when I tried to flip a pancake in the air, the handle of the pan came off somehow”, he hastily apologises and sulkily throws the pan in the bin as you approach him with a loving smile, getting on your tip-toes to softly peck his lips. Wrapping your arms around his tall frame in comfort, you grin up at him appreciatively. “It’s okay, you did wonderfully, Joonie. Thank you so much for making us breakfast!”.

The appearance of his dimpled smile melts your heart before he picks you up into his arms carrying you to the served table. He takes a seat still holding onto you, so you settle yourself on his lap leaning back against his chest. Having wrapped one strong arm around your waist, he pecks your cheek before you both start to enjoy your breakfast. “Oh and once we’ve eaten, I’ll prepare the bubble bath I promised you yesterday”, he states taking a sip of his coffee and then a bite of his pancake. How did I get so lucky? You think to yourself staring affectionately at your caring boyfriend. He turns to face you, having felt your eyes on him, and he grins gently ruffling your hair with his fingers. “I love you”, you both mutter at the same time. There’s a pause as you stare at each other -surprised expressions mirroring- taken aback by your synchronisation, before the two of you finally burst into a series of amused giggles which ultimately leads up to a series of sweet kisses.

#bts #bts x reader #kim namjoon #rm #bts smut #bts fluff #kim namjoon x reader #kim namjoon smut #kim namjoon fluff #duality #rm x y/n #rm smut fluff

[veraoli]

Synastry aspects I HATE

Moon square moon this one makes me shiver honestly. There’s no emotional understanding at all in this relationship because what you need is very different from each other. One out of many examples of how this might go down is that one of you might need a lot of alone time and the other one wants to hang out 24/7. You might express this and the other person won’t understand you no matter how hard you try. This could make you feel frustrated and make you distance yourself even more. Living together is even worse with this aspect. You will most likely argue about chores and routines. Like when will you do dishes or when do we wake up? You are going to annoy each other because the way you feel is just so out of sync with the other person. I had this aspect in two relationships that I no longer have in my life and they both pissed me off badly lol.

Moon in the 12th house ugh, this aspect gives me the ick. As the moon person, you will absorb the 12 th house persons subconscious which honestly in my opinion, gets overwhelming. The moon notices everything about the 12th house and can become hyperaware, trying to be there for the 12th house person and in return the 12th house can be selfish and not even worry or care about how the moon person feels. I feel like the 12th house person takes the moon person for granted and the moon never expresses what they really feel. This relationship can often feel one sided, unless you have great moon aspects between each other and both are mature. In this case, the relationship can be very spiritual and healing.

Sun square venus this relationship starts very exciting but ends sour. Venus tries to please the sun but it usually goes unnoticed and the venus person builds up resentment over time. The sun person might appreciate them but maybe doesn’t think that there was a lot of effort behind the actions. I had this with a friend and I felt like I did everything for her when she wanted me to but in the end I just felt used. This is typical for this aspect.

Uranus conjunct/square/opposition venus there’s a lot of attraction in the beginning with this aspect. It’s like ”love at first sight” type of vibe. But the uranus person isn’t consistent at all. One day they will text you and the next they will ghost you, or be very cold. The venus person will usually get tired of the inconsistency and dip lol. Unless the aspect is an opposition, then you might go back and forth, on and off.

Saturn square sun this relationship will usually start out very good but in the end you will start to notice that the goals of saturn and the suns personality and identity clashes. Saturn will criticize the sun persons choices and ways of expressing his identity. This will make the sun feel blocked and unappreciated. They will try to ignore the problem which will make it even worse. I hate this aspect, and would advice everyone to run if they see this in a synastry chart.

Saturn square moon this one is an aspect that will just hurt as hell, especially for the moon! The saturn person is the more ”mature” one and thinks that the moon person is silly, childish and want to teach them how to be more emotionally mature. This can manifest into the moon person feeling hurt, misunderstood, judged and lonely in this relationship. It’s not that the saturn person has ill-will, it’s more that the saturn wants to help the moon but it comes out in ways that are triggering for the moon. Just stay away from this if you don’t want pain😂👍🏼

#astrology #astro placements #astrology observations #astrology blog #synastry aspects #synastry #red flags #astrology observation #relationship astrology #saturn #moon square saturn #marriage astrology

[yourstrulyrika]

feeling a bit better now so!! i’m posting that

alcina smut is coming soon i just rlly wanted to finish this one before we get to the lady dimitrescu

anyway i was thinking of making a theme. i MIGHT make one. idk which character should i make my theme as though i have so many in mind ahdheifjsifbs

does anyone want to help me pick /hj okay now to the fic

what’s better than a gangbang for late valentine’s?

including; ethan winters x you x leon kennedy x chris redfield hehe ♡

fem!reader obviously, no warnings it’s just reader betting sandwiched between the three of my beloveds. sorry i’m late on valentine’s. ethan is single in this one, not specified what happened to mia or if she even exists here so its up to u!!

Valentine’s. a day where people are at each other’s throats all day, quite literally. but that’s not happening for any of you, at least not until you decided to invite the three to your place. you’re lonely as fuck, they’re lonely as fuck, why not spend it together, right?

yeah, spend it together, quite literally. with the three men all over you, you forgot about the loneliness. you don’t even remember how you ended up like this, but you certainly don’t complain.

what was supposed to be a silly hang out ended into this — with you on the bed, back against Ethan’s chest with his length stuffed deep in your ass, Leon’s cock deep inside your walls and Chris filling your mouth so well you drool around it. they all made sure you’re wet and prepared before all three of them slid into your holes — you never felt so full. never. Chris’s cock is making you gag a bit, but you love the feeling, love the feeling of his balls against your chin as he pushes his entire cock in your willing throat. Ethan’s more gentle, making sure you’re not in pain when he slid inside your tight rear, peppering your skin with kisses to soothe the initial discomfort away. Leon makes sure you’re alright, looking at your face to see how you feel. he’s inside you, so deep he’s almost filling you whole. you’re so wet around his cock, legs twitching at the intense feeling. they’re not even moving, and yet you already feel so damn much. you don’t know what you should focus on, it feels weird, but so good, you feel so heady, like you’re on cloud nine. Ethan’s holding your chin, making sure you won’t turn your head away from Chris’s dick.

“No need to think with that pretty head of yours,” Leon chuckles, pressing his head against your shoulder to push you deeper into Ethan, making him slide deeper into you. Ethan is sheathed fully in your rear, you mewl, eyes open wide as you stare at Chris, tears forming at your face. noticing this, Ethan kisses the back of your head.

“So pretty.” Chris adds, patting you on the head reassuringly, swiping your tears away with his thumbs. you look so sweet like this, filled to the brim, head growing empty.

when they start moving, they hit all your spots— Leon is playing with your clit as he slides in and out of you at a slow pace, teasing you while Chris goes a bit harsher on your throat. Ethan’s lifting his hips, sliding in and out, playing with one of your breasts as you take them all in at once. you’re quick to drunk like this, with those three fucking all your holes. Leon’s lazy thrusts are making you grow cockdrunk pretty quick, with Ethan following closely behind, both of them holding your legs to keep you spread. you squirm under them, hips bucking when both Ethan and Leon hit your sweet spots at the same time — both grinning to themselves. they keep it up, making you feel full. when Leon’s cock is at the entrance, teasingly pulling out, Ethan makes sure you don’t feel empty and hits the deepest spot he can. Leon does the same thing, when Ethan pulls out to the very base, he makes sure to slide deeper, their movements synced.

you keep swirling your tongue around Chris’s cock, making sure you’re not neglecting it. you wrap your lips around one of his balls, making Chris’s hips jerk forward to your mouth, pressing further and making you choke on his length. you don’t stop it though; you all made a clear promise to do a certain motion when it’s too much. Chris’s salty, leaking precum fills your mouth, the scent making your toes curl. none of you speak, too focused on each other. soft grunts, moans and heavy breathing are filling the room instead, mixed with skin slapping sounds.

Leon picks up the pace, tilting his pelvis just right to massage your sweet spot. you try closing your thighs on them, but both Ethan and Leon keep you still. your body is twitching, trembling. you never felt so full, it’s so hard to focus. your mind grows hazy, body on autopilot as you keep going down at Chris. all three of the men are playing with your tits and clit, your nipples sensitive, only pushing you closer to the edge. finally, at one point, Leon picks up a brutal pace, completely different to how he was just a second ago. you’re moaning, voice muffled by Chris’s cock, sending waves of pleasure to his length. Leon’s pace makes your insides clench, back arching. it doesn’t take long for you to cream all over Leon’s cock, eyes rolling back and pleasure tears fall from your eyes. Ethan’s getting close, he’s showing obvious signs with the way his pace grows desperate. both of them are desperate to cum, with Chris following close behind. Leon is the first to cum inside you, the thick spurts of cum filling you full. Ethan is the next to follow behind, cumming the same time as Chris. Chris pulls out of you to cum on your face, admiring his work. you look so fucking pretty like this, covered in sweat and cum.

when they all pull out, they take care of you, pepper you with kisses, bathe you and make sure you’re feeling okay, before you’re pulled between them again for a movie night

#leon kennedy #resident evil smut #leon kennedy smut #ethan winters #chris redfield #ethan winters smut #chris redfield smut

[makriiii]

Caught Ⅴ (Arthur Morgan × f!reader)

Word count: 3.5k

Author's notes: GUYS I GOT AO3 NOW! 🥳

Warnings: 18+, angst, gun violence, cursing.

Ao3! Or wattpad!

♡

Caught Ⅴ

There was no telling just how long you'd been out. Waking with a grunt, your cheek hard pressed to the filthy wood floor of a veranda.

When you regrettably rolled onto your back, your whole body tensed with pain, every inch, notably your punctured arm. A pained grimace paints your face as you pull your hands to shield your eyes from the sun.

Your head immediately started throbbing as soon as your body started kicking back into gear, though a very low gear at best.

The hustle bustle of the town around you rang through your head, slowly motivating you upright and adjusting to the environment you didn't know you had ended up in.

Arthur was a few feet away from you, just as conked out as you had been just a minute ago, seeing him made you realize you had even less recollection of the night before than you thought.

Carefully getting up, your whole head fought back with a hammering so sharp, it made you bare your teeth and suck a breath in through your them. If you were held upside down while sick, you reckoned this would be how it felt.

"Chrissakes..." You held your head in your palm, your feet stumbling under you as you found your balance.

Taking a moment to think on last night, you recalled arriving in town, immediately being drawn to Smithfield's, having heard it was a mighty fine saloon. And it was indeed mighty fine, considering how you ended up.

You remembered Arthur getting there, losing your hat, talking to some older men, dancing, but much beyond that, you couldn't recollect.

When you looked to Arthur, you saw a bowler's hat on the ground next to him, the one that man had been wearing.

Did you steal it? Stealing a hat didn't seem like something you'd do, but nevertheless you picked it up and put it back on, hoping you'd find your pal to return it back to him.

You looked over Arthur, contemplating on whether or not you should wake him or let him remain. But you didn't pick the latter, rather slapping two hands on his back and grabbing his garments in a tight fist before shaking him good.

He reacted faster than you thought a drunkard from the night before could, startling you when he yanked his pistol from his holster.

"Oh, put that away cupcake. I don't need another hole in me by the likes of you." You snide at his feeble attempt of self defense.

He relaxed back as soon as he saw it was just your nagging ass, leaning his head back with a groan, no doubt feeling the same effects of all the booze from the night before.

"Grab me like that again and it will be by the likes of me." He drawls angrily, rubbing his eyes. "Seeing your face as soon as I open my eyes is the most damning thing."

"Well clearly you didn't think that last night, otherwise you wouldn't have ended up right next to me here."

He jumps up at your words, his brow shooting up in perfect sync, a look that instantly prompts you to reiterate yourself. "Not like that you buffoon. Not even drunk would you catch me pulling your pants down."

Now he looked relieved again, as relieved as a man with an aching head and body from the night before could be. "Why are you wearing that stupid hat anyway?"

"Because I like it, why else?"

"Looks silly." He sits fixing himself to the best of his ability. "It suits you, I suppose."

You sighed, neither of your hangovers enough to calm your will to banter with each other.

"Cant you ever stop talking?" Typically, you'd like to wake up in a bed when you had drank yourself to high heaven. Far far away this man.

"What? I just love talkin' to you, y/n." The sarcasm so painfully evident with that man.

"Love talking to me, later." You plodded away from him, your head hurt too much for his bothersome words right now.

His spurs clicked from behind you, quickening in pace when he caught up to you.

You both traipse slowly down past three buildings before reaching Smithfield's again where your horses stood tied, half-asleep.

Giving your mare a few strokes before you drift past her and back up the stairs to the saloon doors.

A few men were sprawled on the floor and hung over tables, Their snores ignored by the bartender who placidly dried glasses and mugs.

You recognized two of them - the man with the overalls and the one who was missing his hat.

Returning his hat to him, you glanced around for yours, spotting it innocently lying on the piano. Happy to have your hat back on your head, you met back with Arthur outside.

"Y/n." His eyes dark and accusatory. "Did your drunken ass steal my shit?"

You gave him irked scoff, passing him as you sought out your horse. "Got enough of my own, though I suppose I can check if I did."

His presence behind you emanated pure anger, you felt your chest tighten with him looming over you as you begrudgingly checked your saddle bags.

You looked inside, none of his stuff was there. You started patting the insides desperately, your stomach sinking when you realized your belongings weren't there either.

Spinning around, you point your finger at him, poking his chest hard, his accusation now mirroring yours.

"You playing with me right now, Morgan?" You barked, stomping toward him as he took a step back.

"Are you still drunk? I would rather get shot than play games with you right now." He snapped back, you both had very little patience for each other, especially right now.

"Oh," you laugh menacingly, shaking your head up and down. "I can do that for you too, we can match, eh?"

"Jesus, 'least give me a day for you to start this up again." He rubs his forehead, not at all disturbed by your threat.

You patted yourself down, making sure you still retained the items you had on before this night. "We got robbed blind while we screwed off, clearly."

"Really? I didn't notice." He mounted his horse, half telling you to hurry with just his eyes. He was beyond infuriated, and you were happy for it.

"Shut the hell up, Arthur." You jeer, mounting up after him. Not even five minutes in to talking to him and you wanted him gone.

-

You were both as dehydrated as a dead frog on the side of the road. His eyes sunken in and his lips chapped, yours no doubt the same.

You held the horn of your saddle, slumped over and resting your head that pounded and throbbed viciously, parts of your body made their hurt known too. Every little noise overwhelmed you.

Damn near close to pulling off and just taking a fat nap, but town was still too close for comfort.

Arthur's horse clicked next to yours, his eyelids laid closed, both trusting enough to have your steeds walk you back with little direction.

This was damn near the most sober peace you had between the two of you, so inconceivable it was laughable and perhaps you would've snarked if you didn't feel so terrible.

The sun and heat beat against you, amplifying your massive headache. This made no better when a pair of men trotted up beside you, slowing Their horses enough to match your speed.

"Howdy y'all," Greets the man in the middle of you and Arthur. His voice orotund and uppity. "Y'all know where you're going?"

You shifted in your seat, your face twisted with dubiety. Making eye contact with Arthur, who mirrored your pessimism.

"I'm 'fraid not." Arthur calm as could be, his words misleading to an untrained ear.

Your hand locked on to your gun for comfort, your muscle memory already kicking in.

Your mare got hot underneath you, prancing as if she was a thoroughbred at a start gate with your sudden nervousness.

Holding your reins firm in one hand, you attempted to calm her more than you could yourself.

"Well..." he trails off. "Y'all are going through Lemoyne raider country."

"Y'all gotta pay a toll." His companion demands from the right of you.

Lemoyne raiders. Your gang had run into them before, your face fell in exasperation. They were more a nuisance than to be taken serious militia.

"A toll? Nah, don't feel like it." Arthur glimpsed at you, you would both have to agree on something silently if you wanted to avoid anything going haywire.

"You don't feel like it?" The man in the middle blurts angrily. He throws a look over to his partner, clearly signaling a reaction.

"That's too damn bad! Now y'all get off your horses." The man to the right of you yanked at your reins, your mare threw her head around wildly in response, instantly you snapped your gun's hammer back and sent off a loud pop at point blank.

Your reaction caused Arthur to do the same to the man left of you, blood spraying your side as he fell. You recoiled, a disgusted gasp in response.

"Careful, I reckon there's more." And more there were indeed, three coming from every which way.

He kicks his horse into a canter, your mare more than happy to do the same, she didn't want to be caught up in this just as much as you.

Your last bullet rang out, narrowly missing another flunky. Your eyes darted all over your gun belt, struggling to find more bullets.

Scrambling to reload another round as the man gained on you, you felt a lump in your throat as his bellowed obscenities made clearer with your narrowing distance.

Swinging around, you had only put a measly two bullets in. Positive you couldn't miss now, if you did, he wouldn't.

You aimed, shot and missed.

Cursing, you looked back to Arthur for a split second, he had his shotgun drawn, blasting the last one in front of you.

Your target shot at you again, he wasn't fast to reload his rifle to your delight. Hitting him square in the head with the last bullet you had loaded.

"Sons of bitches." Arthur scolds, spurring his horse further. "You fine?"

The adrenaline made you shaky, reholstering your revolver with a disappointed click of your tongue. You'd be sure to practice your aim when you were able to.

"Rather flirtatious asking me if I'm okay." Not even after narrowly getting looted for the second time today could you control yourself. Certainly did relieve your stress though.

Arthur swings his shotgun around and back onto his back aggressively, pursing his lips.

"Why do you make me regret being nice to you?"

"When else have you been nice to me, Morgan?"

He could ride away anytime he wanted, yet he chose to match your speed, perhaps he knew it was better to put up with you rather than deal with more raiders alone.

And you took advantage of it.

"See, I recall being shot by you, tied up for almost two weeks straight, and - oh!" You began, bringing it up as if it wasn't obvious. "Saved your life too."

"Goddamn O'Driscoll, just what do you want me to do for you?"

"An apology for starters." You look up, considering what else you could ask. "Maybe some money too."

"Save this for later, else I'll give you a worse headache once we stop."

All the bouncing in your saddle did anything but remedy your aching head and bones, and annoying Arthur didn't feel as good as normal. So you surrendered, for now.

"Alright, alright." You jest, huffing out the hot air that breezed past you with your quickened pace.

The rest of the ride remained silent, though tense with the possibility of more raiders. His presence wasn't one you often lobbied for, but right now Arthur kept you secure and no doubt you to him.

When you arrived, you were more relieved than you should've, the one place you thought of being free'd from all this time provided you with an odd sense of safety.

They didn't like you, not particularly yet, but they wouldn't hurt you.

That was enough for you to release your gun belt from your waist, fold up your jacket and find a near perfect place to rest your body that had endured much more than you should've allowed.

-

The empty glass bottles only lasted for so long, shattering with each and every trigger pull. Proud of yourself with your aim growing in accuracy faster than you'd thought.

Inhaling deeply, you fondled your guns, cleaning each one of them with much care. It wasn't all the time you had the time or the peace to do this.

The three days since you had gotten terribly drunk with Arthur passed slowly, and those three days you hardly saw him. You didn't linger around camp much, just visiting when you needed a nap or food. Sometimes bringing them measly amounts of money to gain favour.

You tried mingling with Arthurs group, and you felt you got somewhere, but three days wasn't profound by no means. It took time of course, as it did while you thought on what you were to do.

Run with them or find another gang of criminals like yourself, and so far the only thing that had the power to run you out of state was Arthur's nagging.

As you finished cleaning your guns, like the flick of a switch, you realized you hadn't even cleaned yourself for quite some time.

The sizable creek running not far from you, you hadn't paid much attention to, but now it seemed to call out to you.

The tree line empty, no very well ridden trails close to you, it all seemed fine for you to undress and that you did.

A small rock offered a fine surface to place your lazily folded clothes, your boots joining right next to it.

The muggy air felt instantly more bearable as the cool water trickled against your bare skin, the shadow of the trees keeping the scorching summer sun from beating down on you.

You waded all the way in, just enough to reach your shoulders. The water undoubtedly soothed your arms wound. Arguably, this was the most relaxing activity you'd partaken for some time.

Gently dunking your head under the surface of the water, you brushed your fingers through your wet hair, finding a sunken boulder to sit on whilst you did.

Chirping birds and the sound of rippling water resonated like music all around you in the would be silence. Your horse startled you every so often for the first few times she snorted or shuffled, but it passed.

Until you heard crunching leaves under hoof that weren't by her, her face jerking up to see what was coming behind you.

You whipped your head around, your heart jumping right out of your chest.

"Just what the hell?" Arthur clearly not too pleased by your presence, no doubt you mirrored his same disappointment. Your fear canceled out by anger when you realized it was just Arthur.

"Do you enjoy following me around like a dog, Morgan?" You sunk deeper away from him, just enough for only your head to peek out, the water not quite glassy enough to be see through - thankfully.

"Yeah, its not as if I nearly forgot you were still weaseling around after having all these days of peace." He played into your accusation irony, though it only peeved you off more.

A sneer split his cheeks when he noticed your discontent.

You stare at him, he never stopped or turned back, instead he found the nearest tree to tie his mount to and hopped off.

"I'm indecent, you know, at least turn around would you?" Your ask came out more sheepish than you had meant when you realized he was intending to join you.

"You didn't seem to mind when I was fixing up your arm before."

Clenching your jaw at his words, words that rang true- but the amount small.

"Hardly undressed and completely ass naked are very different." You narrowed your eyes at him, feeling like a caged animal in the water that barely provided you any cover.

"I aint stoppin' ya, you can leave whenever, O'Driscoll."

His fingers unclasped his belt and shirt buttons, his chest on full display as he worked his way down. His muscles were well defined, which lined up with what you had clung onto when you rode with him.

Your gaze lingered much too long, his pants not long before whatever was under them also became discovered by your eyes.

You turned 180, your cheeks burned. The memory of holding him so tightly chiseled its way into your immediate thoughts.

"Was wondering when you'd stop staring." Arthur chimed from behind you, cocky as ever.

More shy than you'd like to admit, you blew small bubbles in the water to prevent you from turning back around.

"Just slightly shocked you'd want to show any of that off." You did your utmost to sound put off by him, applauding yourself when it came out properly.

The sound of him joining you in the water sends a small jolt up your back, made no better by the feel of his eyes burning holes through you.

"I don't think you'd've stared so long if that much were the case." His voice sounded much too near to you.

"I remember when you said I was full of myself." Your brows furrow, you could see his shadow nearly covering you from behind. "You're no better than me."

"And I aint claiming to be."

"Why are you staying anyway? I thought you hated my company."

"Cuz this is my spot. How else would I randomly stumble upon a naked O'Driscoll? I don't actively search those out."

That was the kind of talk that would run you out of state. He was just as stubborn as you.

"Well, I was here first. Not my fault i found your secret little spot, or whatever it is." You turn around to give him a dirty look, preferably also leave, but as you did, you found yourself looking up at him from your mostly submerged position.

His entire upper body was out of the water, the rest of him barely graced by the cover of the safely murky water. Your face near perfect eye level to his manhood.

"Christ, why are you so close to me?" Keeping your eyes well away from anything below his face, as hard as it was.

He starts backing up, and to your horror, the water around his lower area was being parted.

"Okay, okay! Stay right there." You started splashing him as both a distraction for him and yourself. The loose sand beneath you only slowed your attempt at escape.

When you seized your efforts, you realized you'd have to run to the nearest tree before he caught a glimpse of you.

"Goddamnit, woman," he sputters out some water, wiping away the artificial tears in his eyes. "Sorry for my scarce injustice against you."

You crossed your arms to cover yourself better. "Good, now look away."

He grumbles something under his breath, reluctantly doing as you say.

Springing out of the water, you wasted no time to put on your shirt, that most delightfully covered the half of you.

Once you crouch down to grab your boots and gun belt, you heard a splash for only a second before water hit your back. Gasping out in shock, your whole body lurching up to face the threat.

You retreated up the bank when you saw he had no intention of stopping.

"Arthur!" You screech, a stray garment facing fierce downpour. "Stop splashing me! You'll get my shit wet, you overgrown rat!"

You tried maneuvering to collect your socks, but to no avail. He simply wouldn't let up. Which gave you an idea.

You look over to his horse who had his clothes laid out over the saddle. He saw where you were looking.

"Don't you dare." Now the man was still, complying with your demands. Unfortunately he was much too late.

You step over carefully to avoid small rocks that would slow your efforts.

"I swear-" A smirk oh-so-big met ear to ear on your face, you turned to face him as you stepped back and grabbed his clothes.

"I'd choose my next words very carefully, cowboy." Having such power over him never felt so good. "You gonna say 'please, y/n?' Give me a little pouty face too?"

His fists were clenched and his lip hard pressed between his teeth. He was under your mercy now, and you couldn't ask for anything more.

You traipsed down stream superciliously, far enough from his firing area. Eyeing him all the way, his face not carrying a trace of arrogance anymore.

"Say it." You hiss, holding out his clothes over the watery depths.

"Please." He forces, it took everything he had not to throw out insults and hold back his defiance.

"Well, since you asked so nicely," you feigned pulling his clothes back to safety, just for a moment before throwing his shirt off to the side. "Now, I want an apology for my arm."

You held his pants with just two fingers, waving them over their certain date with destiny. With your other hand you yanked up your pants.

"Put them down, y/n. Right now." He grimaces, he wasn't so pleased with himself now. But you sure as hell were.

"Ah, ah. That's not what should be coming out of your mouth."

He steps closer, every inch of his muscle tense with anger.

You snap out your finger, waving it in the air as to deny him further.

"Five... four... three-" You released them, he instantly started moving for them once they slowly started downstream.

As soon as he started splashing toward you, you jumped back and turned for your soggy socks. Never did you put on your boots so fast and run for your mare.

"Don't you dare run O'Driscoll!" He shouts from behind you, the water splashing like mad before it stopped. He was out of the water.

Refusing to look back, you jumped on your mare, and immediately clicked her into a lope. This all felt like the day of the train robbery, just this time you weren't running for your life.

#arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan x you #lemon fanfic #rdr2 fanfic #red dead fanfic #red dead redemption arthur #red dead redemption two #enemies to lovers #rdr2 #arthur morgan x female reader #arthur morgan fanfiction

[minteyeddevil]

Poems: The Brothers

(These are rather short and cheesy poems, each based on one of the brothers. Not the best but I enjoyed going over them. ^^)

Lucifer: Never Ending Story

Just because something

comes to an end,

does not make it

permanently gone.

A memory will always

live on with you,

so don't give up hope,

that we will always

remember you.

A part of your being

is now part of us,

as we grew with you

and came to know you so well.

We will be there

in the ups and the downs;

and even if you leave us,

our love for you

will always be constant.

There is no darkness

in the reality we share,

even if just a memory

holds us to you;

None of us here

will ever forget you.

Love from us

is unconditional

and forever a constant reminder

that you won't be alone.

Keep us in your mind;

let us live

in your own thoughts.

Our stories will never end

as long as you remember them.

Mammon: Fallen

Drifting constantly, unable to focus,

my heart is pounding

rattling deep within my rib-cage.

My face is on fire,

these things

I have never experienced before

with anyone.

Sweaty palms, constantly day dreaming;

what kind of magic is this?

Loneliness abides

when I hear not a word;

but pure bliss rings

when I hear your call.

Things I swore I'd never do

I do now as if possessed

and that my life depends on them.

A fool with a silly grin.

Love-struck.

Dumb-founded.

Watching the world go by in a blur.

They’ve gotten me stuck,

and falling like a rock

but light as a feather as I fall.

There's no way out now.

I've fallen for them and I don't think...

I want to get up now.

Leviathan: Player Two

How could someone

fit so well into his bubble,

that they could just smile

and make his entire being

melt into a puddle?

Their smirk makes his heart

skip every other beat,

as they take up the controller

and out shine his star;

but winning doesn't matter,

since in his world

he now has the best

prize of them all.

They go on adventures,

always at his side there,

both in and out

of their realities.

A person he never thought

would be real

outside

of his 3D realm.

Their hand first perfectly

in his own,

and they promise

to never stray from his side,

as they build their characters.

Forever there

as his Player Two.

Satan: Heartbeat

This is something

I honestly never expected

to be allowed to feel.

I really didn't think

my heart could still work,

after all the times

it had been torn.

You took all my pieces

and put them together,

like a puzzle

that seemed impossible

to truly solve.

In all my deepest dreams

and tightly hidden secrets,

you were something

I never thought

would be mine.

All I ever felt

that I deserved

was pain and punishment;

my existence a mistake,

til you taught me to love.

I thought humans like you,

only existed in the books I read.

My life is yours,

my mind and my soul;

my being only holds you,

as my heartbeat

syncs along with yours.

Asmodeus: Our Connection

When you touch my cheek,

a sense of calm

seems to grace my being,

and for that time

everything seems all right.

The bond between us

not many understand;

but I know deep inside,

that you are the one

who cares for me most.

You are always

at my side

the moment I am at

my worst.

You hold my hands

and all I can do

is smile at you.

Your smile shines bright

just only for me,

and I am so thankful

for the companionship

that you have blessed me with.

I have so much love

in my heart just for you,

and that is a feeling

I do not care

that others will never

seem to understand.

Beelzebub: Ice Cream

The heat will always

make it melt,

just like your warmth

does so for only him.

You hold him close to you,

and all of his being

just sinks into your arms.

A safe space he cherishes,

that he can call his own.

It’s a comfort for him;

like a memory to embed in his mind,

a soothing for the ache

deep down inside.

Warm days with you

and a cold ice cream in hand,

a sweet time in his life

he never thought he could deserve.

Belphegor: The Star

In our special place,

just the two of sit;

we share this moment alone.

With bright, wide eyes shining,

you smile up at the sky

as you hold my hand and point it out.

.A bright light shines

as your finger tips touch mine.

"I swear it’s true,"

your voice ringing in my ears,

"This holds me to you."

The star; our star,

that we now share.

A blessing to us from that star,

our love that we cherish.

Part of you, and part of me,

a gift of the happiness

we dreamed of.

Who know that actual dreams

could come true for such

a demon like me.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #lucifer #mammon #leviathan #satan #asmodeus #beelzebub #belphegor #poems #these kinda suck but i tried lol

[uncleclam]

Gn!reader x trans!Dan / piss / somna

Rating: nsfw

Word count: 672

Meow.

Dan’s gray cat blinks slowly in your direction, tail swinging. Dave is a good kitty, body covered with tabby, greenish colored fur, healthily weighted and well behaved. He is surprisingly not stinky too. You liked it very much, he reminds you of Dan with his lazy nature, the way they nap in the same position on the sofa, under the afternoon sun, or even the way they yawn.

Though, the only difference between the two of them is one being well groomed and taken care of while one does not.

You looked at his owner, which is right beneath you, snoring softly and sleeping peacefully on his frameless mattress. Ignore the deformed face and the drooling, he is pretty handsome, in a nerdy way.

Dave lifts its paws, walks silently towards you, you thought he wanted some pets but he just sniffed you and turned away. Today is saturday, both of you, with Dan, not the cat, are free from work, but you woke up early with your internal clock anyway. The sun peek through the curtains, dust reflecting the light like its shiny stars in the air, the warm sun casts on the man's bare chest, leading your vision to his vulnerable, exposed belly.

The striped cat stretches its back, then curls into Dan’s neck, purring. Aw, such a cutie. You thought. Not wanting to disturb the peace, you sneaked into the thin blanket and slid between Dan’s legs.

You are going to like it, teach. You thought, carefully spread open his thighs a little wider. You pet on the fluffy happy trail under the belly button, his pubes are dark like his hair, curly. It���s fun to play with actually, but not now. You move further down, push a little to reveal the pink vulva of his.

The scruffy man moans in discomfort, swifting his waist unconsciously. You paused, not wanting to wake him up, until he fell into deep sleep again. You wet your index with your tongue, touching and rubbing the folds with gentle measures, ignoring the clit on spot, sliding up and down with your thumb like how you pet a kitty.

A few raspy moans escaped from Dan's throat, you keep your patience and pace, decide to keep this going.

You spread open his slit with two fingers. It’s leaking.

Your heart pounds a little faster as you see the murky fluid flowing from his hole. You licked your lips, it didn't take you long to send your mouth into him, eager to taste him. The man above wiggles, trying to shake off the weird feeling in his dream, but you ignored. Your tongue circles on his peehole, as sensitive as the clit, Dan’s thighs clenches out of reflection, hips jogs up, almost making you bite your own tongue.

You wonder if he’s dreaming of all this, you hoped so, that’ll be so hot for him to go soaking wet for you even in his sleep, can’t even rest without you giving him the pleasure no one can offer. His eyelashes twitch, eyeballs moving slightly under the lids. He is definitely getting eaten out in his silly brain.

Your go back focus on his poor peehole, pink and shimmering from your touch. You decide to give it some more attention, some more stimulation, just to see what will happen.

‘Mmmpth…ugh…’ the man moans, almost awake. His anus and opening clutches in sync, pleasure and pain sending in waves, his brows squeeze together, head sweating like having a nightmare.

It didn’t stop you from sucking him off until you felt a hint of saltines in your tongue. It’s piss.

Mattress soaked, your lower face covered in his slick and human waste. You had a glimpse of how the muscles around the pee hole contracts, then losing its control. Feeling extremely proud to make the teacher pissed himself, you flipped open the blanket, can’t wait to see the man’s expression.

‘Fuck…’ he gasped, exhausted. Eyes half lidded and finally, awakened.

#n/s/f/w #dan dunne #half nelson #ryan gosling #fanfiction #transgender

[sunspira]

tbh the whole "i can't focus cause i'm too SMART for this and i'm BORED" is SOO annoying and i hate it cjebfjen that's the most repulsive shit but i realized it's KIND of true tho. it just doesn't feel like OH HO HUM THESE SIMPLETONS PUH i should be doing CALCULUS on david LYNCH Films. something IMPORTANT not sitting in Classe ! it's more like an overall feeling of anxiety and restlessness and sometimes dread or malaise and you don't really know why, sometimes you do find the topic interesting or see inherent value in it but can't get yourself content and engaged with it. usually because your adhd stimulation and novelty demands are out of wack

like when you're adhd some parts of your brain overdevelop to compensate for parts that are underdeveloped for neurotypical society, it's how the brain compensates when a person is blind the brain literally overcompensates other sensory processes and literally grows them while vision areas atrophy, when a person is timeblind it overcompensates other cognitive processes which is silly sounding but TRUE. resource management goes towards often used and prioritized replacement skills, meanwhile time perception and management regions in the frontal lobe that were already underdeveloped stagnate developmentally or atrophy. these replacement skills go way beyond this but part of it is relying on visual, social (tho often hypervigilence or social anxiety) and verbal cues, skills and diagrams, reading comprehension, vocabulary etc. and soon their visual or language processing skills may be very advanced for their age. and subsequently those language and visual parts of the brain struggle to find stimulation in an environment curated to earlier visual and language stages while the same environment overwhelms their underdeveloped skills

the brain is having a hard time trying to adapt to a neurotypical environment and trying to survive and working with what it's got. so one skill or skill area that develops more or faster due to just how your brain is inherently, the brain may latch onto and OVER develop a bit to the point that it is past the point of what the environment demands for and that skill is past the point of most peers. adhd craves stimulation and novelty especially when not medicated, so when major part of your brain is not finding stimulation and novelty that's hard enough as it is. but can be even less manageable when the most powerful and stimulation hungry part of your brain is overcompensated for your age and overdeveloped to an extreme degree. the stimulation input thats coming in as directed to your peer group in that class may be way below your fave brain lobe's scary bulging popeye arm level of overdevelopment and is truly feeling the effects of low dopamine which can be physical sensations of pain sadness and legarthy. you might not consciously feel bored let alone above it but your out of sync development does add to this difficulty in being "under stimulated".

and unfortunately teachers rarely understand that giving that "understimulated" kid more work to do is not the answer as adhd people have underdeveloped executive function skills and tend to thrive at a smaller work load than their peers that is appropriate to their developmental milestone with organizing and planning and breaking work into chunks and goals. so the kid gets overwhelmed and more upset. like definitely start by giving them stimulant medication and access to stim time and sensory breaks even some special interest breaks to resupply dopamine that will uh. go a long way lmao

[jadeazora]

Message from the Masters Team!

You can now instantly restart a battle with the same team from the pause menu.

You can now put multiples of a character on the same team. They also finally fixed the weird bug they've had forever where you couldn't have the Masked Royal and Professor Kukui on the same team. (Jk, jk.)

Several new tabs have been added to the Item Exchange, with some stuff shuffled around.

Nov30 will add Serena to the Trainer Lodge, but Marnie will be the featured monthly scout.

Also starting Nov30 is the Neo Champion event!

Sync Pair overviews for Serena and Calem. They can both bounce between Water and Dark typings from the sound of it, with their Passives changing too.

A Dec5 event where you can have special battles with them in their Champ outfits will reward Champion Spirit. (Hopefully, it's not a too much of pain to get such a good reward... I have a big backlog of Pairs I should really get around to EXing.)

A Normal and Water Egg event and rerun for the Johto Villain Arc events are announced, and this year's Winter Holiday event will be held towards the middle of the month.

Next months update will add a feature where you can view other players teams they used to complete battles/view the battles themselves, as well as Sync Grid suggestions. That's genuinely useful, like there's times where I have a hard time figuring out what tiles I want to add.

Also, CHARACTER CUSTOMIZATION IS COMING. They really mainly mention the hair, which is nice since I always thought Bettie's base hairstyle looked silly. Hopefully we get some outfit options too. 🤞

Edit, events schedule:

#pokemon masters #trainer calem #trainer serena #pokemon xy #pokemon x and y #greninja #pokemas

[ikesenwritings]

Hello! Since your HCs are open, can I perhaps request some SFW HCs for Mitsuhide Akechi when MC is on her period? I tend to have pretty painful cramps, and I just don't like moving from place to place, and I generally rub circles on my abdomen to calm me down. I would really like to know how Mitsu will handle all this. Thanks in advance!💕💫

A/N: Hello! My period just finished and it was the worst it’s ever been :(( how I would’ve loved someone attentive like Mitsuhide to take care of me…

-

[HC] When MC is on her period

Content Warnings: Mentions of food

Mitsuhide really counts himself lucky when he’s able to take care of MC when she’s on her period

Usually he’s called away on important business and the look on MC’s face before the symptoms kick in is the only reason why he’s able to leave his manor at all

But when he is available… ohhhh, he will be at MC’s beck and call

If MC’s period symptoms are generally in the morning:

Mitsuhide will be sure to wake up before his little mouse

He’ll have breakfast prepared by one grumpy Masamune

“Tell me this is food for the lass. I’m not cooking this early for someone who doesn’t even appreciate eating.”

“Rest assured, Masamune. MC won’t be feeling too well this week. Surely, she’ll welcome your cooking.”

But the days where MC wakes up with little to no appetite… well, Masa doesn’t need to know

Mitsuhide may be discreet but Masamune isn’t dumb—imagine MC’s shocked expression once she realized that the only people aware of her cycle was herself, her partner, and the One-Eyed Dragon

Mitsuhide will also have warm towels ready—a nice substitute for the usual compress MC has back in her own time

He’ll also have Ieyasu make a special salve when he massages MC’s lower back, so make that four people aware of her cycle

And when MC is finally awake and the cramps are creeping in, Mitsuhide will be sure to respect her wishes—whether that’s not laying a single finger on her person or cuddling all day

Sometimes MC will even request that Mitsuhide just put his entire body weight on top of her to help keep a nice, warm pressure on her stomach

The first time she asked that, Mitsuhide was truly surprised

But once his body engulfed hers, his head buried in the crook of her neck, MC’s fingers playing with his hair, hearts gradually syncing to the same beat…

“Mmm, this is quite a soothing position, little mouse.”

And if MC’s symptoms are generally in the afternoon or evening, it’s the same ordeal but you best believe that despite MC’s protests, Mitsuhide will be refraining her from doing any work whatsoever

“Silly mouse, did you forget? I’m a kitsune. I know everything. And I know that while you may be feeling fine now, you won’t be later this evening. You should rest. Come on now.”

Mitsuhide may be overprotective at times, but MC knows he means well and will let him dote on her, even if it means doing nothing all day (though it also means she gets to spend time with her love uninterrupted)

Sometimes, the cramps are so bad that MC would prefer to lay on the tatami mat for hours just for Mitsuhide to carry her to the futon

He’d fold all the blankets and position them on one side of her body while he laid on the other, creating two walls of warmth

With one hand propping his head up and the other rubbing circles on MC’s lower belly, Mitsuhide would then tell stories in the softest voice

“Mitsuhide! Stop teasing, I know that the princess doesn’t die in this one. And there’s no doubt the soldier is in love with her…”

#cybird ikemen #ikemen sengoku #ikesen #mitsuhide akechi #akechi mitsuhide #ikemen mitsuhide #ikesen mitsuhide #ikesen headcanons #ikesen hcs

[revvywevvy]

I’m not gonna stop you from your Cheerful Chip fan fiction

Matter in fact To be honest I’m always wonder what kind of wonderful improved artful art than the last art will be with you and Chip will be

It’s just that I’m think there is a certain sad wet cat waiting on the porch metaphorically saying

But beside that, Your Art has improved over the time and I am glad to have witnessed it

-H/B Anon

P.s. I don’t know if the wording color is for you ,for me it’s Black

P.p.s. How bout role swap, our beloved Himbo and Bimbo as Toons and their beloved Chelly as a Cog (a tall Chelly is something )

hiiiiiiii nonny~ hehe thank you very much for all of the encouraging words, I appreciate it so much!!!! <3 don't worry, misty will get the braincell soon. however. for now we have more pressing things to discuss. the role swap au.

You got me going again SOOOO much lmao- Here they are!!!! The poly roleswapped!!! Unfortunately Chelly. does not get much taller lol She's just a bit taller than the tallest possible toon species'. Chelly is based on those cute little vacuums with the little faces on them. You've seen those before, right? If not please look them up they're so cute.

I'LL WRITE ALL THE INFO UNDER THE CUT BC THIS GETS VERY LONG <3

Chip is a wolf toon, and Misty is a sheep toon! Both ideas were by my lovely friend @photon-crest-art whose input I appreciate sooo much!!! her ideas got me going foaming at the mouth crazy over this role swap even more than I already was SDHGDSGHDSHS also tagging @frostbite-the-bat bc they also hyped me up a lot while I was in the process of making all these!!! <3

When it comes to the whole override thing, Chip just. Goes absolutely wild at night sometimes. He's a werewolf!!! But. literally since he's already a wolf. this was also photon's idea thank you photooooon heehee <3

Misty has her weather powers still! So she can still change weather phases and essentially smite people with lightning if they make her really mad lol

Unfortunately both toons are outcast because of their respective 'quirks'. However, to their surprise, one person does support them through it all! They weren't expecting it to be this absolute nervous wreck of a cog who is, surprisingly, very very silly and toon-like! She clings to them like glue, but they appreciate it so much!! I feel like toon Chip and toon Misty would both be very sad very lonely toons, perhaps becoming more prone to bouts of low laff and poor health as such from such a poor mental state. However, they've got each other now and Chelly too!! Just like how the normal toon Chelly's health was pretty shit due to her mental state but improved having Chip and Misty around, she's now able to pay that love back ten-fold in this au!! Hehe it always comes back to 'love heals' with me <3

OH YES AND I WROTE CHELLY'S COG STATS!!!! a. and potential bossfight cutscenes. um. yeah. I went a little overboard haha. these cutscenes are uh. I think they're longer than the ones in-game??? I. don't know. I think they are. sorry not sorry >u<

Manager Chelly

The Mechanician

Location: “Pain, Pain, Go Away” Mechanical Clinic, Sunflower Street [Daffodil Gardens]

Cog Overview

Department | Bossbot

Position | Regional Manager

HP | 4800

Defense | 65

Lvl | 26.mgr

Lowest Damage | 25

Highest Damage | 31

Real Name | Eureka Numa “Chelly” Honeywell

Honorifics | Dr. / Ms. / Mx.

Employee ID | 01899

Likes | Tinkering, Cute and Soft Things, Comfortable Silence, Singing

Dislikes | Unwarranted Judgement, Violence (Most of the Time), Social Overstimulation

Content Sync

100 Laff Soft Cap (107 Max)

All Gags Permitted

Pink Slips restricted

Opening Cutscene 

The Toons enter the doors at the far back of the building, leading them to the real cog clinic inside. The Mechanician is seen speaking to a Flunky. Neither cog seems to notice their approach, as they are focused on their consultation while the Toons get closer.

“...and that should do it then, little sprout!”

 “Are you sure this is alright, Ms. Honeywell? Wouldn’t the Chairman get angry over that?”

At the Flunky’s concerns, the Mechanician fiddles with her hands. She shakes her head before re-addressing the Flunky.

“...R-Right. He may see it as ‘slacking’, but… well. You know how I feel about that. Just… try to heed my instructions to the best of your ability.” 

“Whatever you have the room to do, okay, bud? Remember, your health comes first.”

“Yes, ma’am! Thank you again.”

The Flunky begins to fly away, and with a nod, she sees him off.

“Of course. Come back any time!”

The Mechanician sighs, shaking her head.

“Ugh. You’d think that man-baby would realize sooner… without us all, he’s…-”

She trails off, turning upon noticing the Toons. She startles, letting out a squeak at their presence, but tries to relax herself to make conversation with them.

“Ah! T-Toons?! Uh- Ahem.” 

“Um… hello there! Are you… perhaps here for a check-up? I apologize, but… um, ahaha.. I-I only know how to treat cogs.”

“Unless you… have an appliance in need of fixing? I can do that too…”

The Toons get angry. The Mechanician pulls her hands up to her chest, taking a few steps back, clearly nervous.

“Eep! O-Okay, message received… U-Um… oh, look! Is that, um, a doodle pup?”

The Mechanician gestures behind the toons. The Toons turn around to look, all confused when they see nothing. The Mechanician begins tip-toeing away while they’re distracted. One toon looks back at her and exclaims as they see her try to sneak away. She yelps and breaks into a panicked sprint, running off into another, much larger room room further in the building. The Toons make chase.

She runs into a storage room and to an emergency escape door. However, before she reaches it, a stick of TNT thrown by a toon lands in front of the door. She startles and stumbles away from it before it explodes. The exit is now unusable. She turns, and the toons have caught up to her.

“Oh no… wait, h-hold on..! Surely we can talk things out civilly, r-right?! I… I really don’t want to fight you!”

The Toons refuse and begin to approach, the Mechanician backing up towards the wall as they close in.

“N-No, please!! I don’t want to hurt anyone… please don’t make me! I… someone, help!!”

The Mechanician reaches into her pocket, pulling out a panic button and pressing it with shaking hands. Once she does, two cogs promptly fly into the room, landing at the Mechanician’s sides. The battle begins.

Ending Cutscene (Mercy)

The Mechanician reaches to her power core, hand hovering over it shakily. She is clearly in immense pain, her panic now reaching a boiling point as she realizes how injured she really is. Suddenly, her hands clench into fists and she quakes through the pain, knocking the toons off their feet. The quake doesn’t damage the toons, however.

“STOP!!!! THAT.. IS QUITE.. ENOUGH!!!”

She shakes her head, pulling her hands to her chest protectively and looking at the Toons as they rise to their feet.

“Why…?! I’ve been clear from the beginning that I didn’t want to fight! But… B-But you just won’t LISTEN!”

Her hands rise, holding her head in distress.

“Wh-What do you even get from this… from hurting me?!”

The Toons do nothing.

“I… I get it. This war. It… must be so stressful on you. On all of you.”

“B-But… I’ve been careful… so, so careful!”

The Mechanician turns her head, looking away from the toons for a moment before turning back to them.

“I… I know we’re *supposed* to fight toons, but… I’ve never seen the point. All of this violence is ridiculous to me.”

“All I’ve ever wanted was to stay on the sidelines, and to help those who were hurt.”

“I mean… I’ve never even gone out and fought toons before, anyhow! ...So… why? W-Why me?”

The Toons do nothing.

“...Ah. So that’s why. You see me as a threat… because of what I do for my fellow suits?”

The Mechanician shakes her head in disappointment.

“Have you Toons ever put yourselves in a Suit’s shoes? A-At least… just for a moment?”

“If you did, you’d understand. I… I understand the plight you Toons go through.”

“However, you’re not the only ones suffering. Whether they fall low or high on the chain of command… we all hurt, just the same.”

She pauses, wincing in pain herself. She’s visibly twitching and glitching out.

“Wh-What, do you think we deserve for our pain to stick forever? That no-obody should help us when we’re hurt?”

“......”

“Could you i-i-imagine it yourself? Feeling like gravity’s about to crush you… i-into small, mushy, toony bits?” 

“Where… where all yo-o-ou can do is panic, and hope? Because, at th-that point, there’s nothing you can do? No way to mov-ve, or call out… or anything.”

“...You’d want your fe-ellow toons to help you when you’re hur-ur-hurt and scared, wouldn’t you?”

The Toons do nothing.

“...Right. I’d h-hope so. At the mo-oment it may be all f-fun and games… and I wish it st-stayed that way. B-B-But we.. all know that isn’t the case.”

The Mechanician sighs, twitching more heavily than before.

“...”

“W-Well… perhaps this experience has.. given you some food for thought.”

The Mechanician pauses, seeing an opening in the roof from the battle. She looks at the Toons one last time, expression saddened.

“Now… i-if… if you’ll ex-excuse me. Seems… this repairwoman… n-needs some repairing, herself. Please… if you can help it… d-don’t come back.”

The Mechanician moves to fly away, but one of the toons walks ahead of the group, pausing near her. She pauses, watching the toon for a moment, before nodding.

“It’s okay, I understand. I-I-IIIIIIIIIII-”

“..I forgive you.”

The Mechanician flies away.

Ending Cutscene (Defeat)

The Mechanician reaches to her power core, hand hovering over it shakily. She is clearly in immense pain, her panic now reaching a boiling point as she realizes how injured she really is. Suddenly, her hands clench into fists and she quakes through the pain, knocking the toons off their feet.

“STOP!!!! THAT.. IS QUITE.. ENOUGH!!!”

She shakes her head, pulling her hands to her chest protectively and looking at the Toons as they rise to their feet.

“Why…?! I’ve been clear from the beginning that I didn’t want to fight! But… B-But you just won’t LISTEN!”

Her hands rise, holding her head in distress.

“Wh-What do you even get from this… from hurting me?!”

The Toons attack.

“Gh-!! ……Heartless… y-you’re all heartless!”

The Mechanician pauses, seeing an opening in the roof from the battle. She looks at the Toons one last time, expression disgusted.

“I see now… w-why the Chairman insists we fight you T-T-Toons. You’re just as cr-cruel as some of those suits can be.”

The Mechanician flies away.

Notes

[Sorry no specific Cheats past the usual ‘Cog Capacity’ and ‘Lure Resistance’ ones because my brain is kind of melting right now lol. Also no specific damages listed with each attack besides what I already said above about the minimum and maximum for the same reason.]

Another note about cheats, I know for certain she’d have a sort of healing cheat. Knowing her personality she’d end up healing herself, her allies AND the toons. She just wanna be frens :(

Attacks

Guilt Trip

Water Cooler

Brain Storm

Rolodex

Her employee ID is based on the approximate year the first motorized vacuum was invented.

Excluding her nickname "Chelly", her first, middle and last name are all based on various companies that produce vacuums.

I was initially going to have it that all rewards could be used, but with how cog Chelly is, she'd do anything to ensure that pink slips wouldn't be used. She thinks the canons would hurt the cogs, or that someone, toon or cog, might get hit in the crossfire.

also that 3rd drawing, the transparent one. sticker :)))))))))))

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hi i sent the original jaxjim theory anon and im keefed and i didnt realize that yoru discord usernames were usernames and i thought you were saying "dick game baptismal they fuck like crazy KILL YORUSELF they fuck like crazy dick game baptismal" and so on and so forth. can u guys elaborate on all the insano car crash metaphors in jaxjim divorce saga.

KATZ: before meeting Jim, Jax already has a relationship with car crashes. his mother was killed in a car crash and so even though he was never in it, it's become this thing that looms hugely over his whole life. like he and Erin were so close and he sees the crash not just as something that killed her but something that Took Her Away From Him and so since he feels so alienated from and by the crash and he's spent years and years trying to understand it/get closer to it. like when he was a teenager he dug up fucking police reports because he was obsessed with the idea that by understanding everything about her death he could sync up with her again somehow and maybe fill this hole that opened up inside him when she died. like. Jax didn't get Erin's birth date tattooed on his arm, he got her death date. so even before Jax ever meets him he has this whole thing going on where he's obsessed with the crash from his own past and. feels left behind by not having been in the car crash and so he tries to map out other violence onto his body to make up for it.

but in addition to having his weird like desire to manifest car crash stigmata to honor his dead mother, he also is deeply affected not only by the violence of her death but the isolation of it. she died alone and scared and in pain. and that breaks his heart. and it's that whole thing more than the violence aspect that first drives him towards Jim, actually. because he sees Jim as alone. and his brain sort of makes the connection between Jim the car crash victim and Erin the car crash victim, but ALSO between Jim as a literal car crash survivor and Jax as a more metaphorical car crash survivor (he wasn't in it, but it ruined his life regardless). and it was that sort of empathy of being like. so you went through this horrible traumatic pain and now there is no one to help you carry it. and subconsciously at least Jax wanted to shoulder that. just a little. he wanted Jim to not be so sad on a summer's evening. so he said do you wanna get out of here.

so that's the background. and although it's lovely that car crash related trauma brought them together it's also absolutely part of the reason it drove them apart. after Erin died, Jax sort of lost the ability to see her as a person. to an extent I think most people do that with their mothers but since she was dead too Jax heaped all of his misery into the same pile and really developed this belief that if only she had lived, his entire life would be perfect. which is of course silly. some things would undoubtedly be better, but some things are unavoidable. and although Erin can't really be affected by this on account of being dead, I think that the whole "let me sanctify you" thing freaked the fuck out of Jim. because well Jim is just some guy but Jax treats him like he's holy. lot of pressure there.

FEO: <- has nothing to add to this

[2-the-moon-and-2-saturn]

when sunlight wanes

(also on ao3 if u wanna go there :)

There are many benefits to having watched The Wizard of Oz as many times as Kara did growing up, but at the moment she would say that the absolute best thing about it is her consequential ability to run the dialogue and soundtrack in her mind instead of disturbing the peacefulness that comes with being awake at three in the morning – when the noises she has to worry about are so relatively insignificant, it takes almost no effort to hear her own thoughts.

Even so, in the quiet stillness of the night, it’s not long before whispers of ruffling curtains and lazy yawning tickle her ears as half-awake steps emerge from their bedroom, trailing towards the couch. It’s not much of a surprise, either – neither her nor Lena do very well sleeping without one another.

So, when her girlfriend sits down directly behind her – arms snaked around the blonde’s middle as her chin finds its home in the crook of her neck, – there are no words needed. Kara just sinks into the contact, takes in the scent of home, and lets their breathing sync together. Runs her hands across sleep-warm forearms before interlacing fingers with ever-chilly ones, and bringjng a pale hand up to her lips – a kiss on its palm in form of greeting.

She lets herself think of soulmates, of feeling whole, and of all the other things she would believe Lena thinks its bullshit were it not for the way her eyes glow when Kara talks about it, and talks about them, as if the two were synonyms that could be used interchangeably in the most beautiful of poems.

Anyways, she’s rambling now.

The point is: it’s nearly morning, Dorothy and Toto are following the Yellow Brick Road, and Lena and Kara are lost in bliss and the perfect balance between holding and being held. And for a while, that’s all they need.

But she’s not surprised, either, when Lena’s lips meet her shoulder in the gentlest of kisses before her girlfriend settles back into her previous position and exhales softly, arms tightening nearly imperceptibly around the Kryptonian.

“We were getting better at this,” she murmurs eventually; not hesitant or scared to bring it up – not after everything they’ve been through, – but calm. Calm in her concern, calm in her love, calm even in the slight disappointment Kara knows she must feel at not having been reached out to.

“I’m sorry,” the blonde sighs, straightening her spine and thumbing over knuckles that lay under her own. “It was just- it wasn’t that bad, and you’ve had such a tiring week, and-and we have so much to do in the next few days, it just seemed kind of silly-“

“Darling,” Lena pauses the movie, then rearranges her position on the couch until she can find her girlfriend’s eyes without breaking off their embrace. The green of them is piercing in its inquisition. Safe, but almost painful to look at. Like Kara knows it’s determined to break down too many walls on its quest to heal the wounds in her soul. As though healing is possible, but it will bring her so much pain, she finds herself wondering if it’s even worth it. “Do you want me here?”

But the green of those eyes is also the color she loves most, and to be untruthful before such beauty is a crime Kara has vowed never to commit again. So, maybe she can’t bear the weight of Lena’s gaze as she admits vulnerability, but Kara nods in confirmation anyway. Even if she needs to look away in order to do so.

“Then I don’t care,” the youngest Luthor points out, tucking a strand of golden hair behind Kara’s left ear, then cupping her cheek as her thumb draws featherlight patterns on the skin there. “This isn’t a one-way street.” Kara leans into it. “You look after me, I look after you. That’s the deal.”

“I know,” she deflates, eyes downcast. Because those are the rules. Unspoken, but present long before confessions of love and promises of forever, then officially set in place when they both realized just how inexperienced they were at this whole permanence thing.

Still, though.

That doesn’t mean they’re easy to follow.

“I’m trying,” she looks up apologetically.

And Lena… Lena comes impossibly closer, then plants a kiss on her forehead. “I know you are,” she breathes out the soft words, before kissing her again and retreating with an even softer smile, like it doesn’t matter that Kara is invulnerable.

Though of course, after that, Kara isn’t.

Her eyes fill up with tears that are promptly wiped away, two pale hands now cradling the superhero’s face as Kara’s fiddle with the ends of Lena’s sweater.

“It’s so stupid,” her voice makes its way through the knot in her throat, and she wants to scream at the uselessness of it all. Agitation gradually takes over as the anger she’s been quelling finds its way back up to the surface, so the Kryptonian disentangles herself from the very accidentally-breakable human she loves.

It feels wrong. And lonely. And typical.

“It happened, there’s nothing I can do about it,” she gets off the couch and starts pacing almost on default. “Besides, not all of Krypton is gone anyways, so I just don’t see why I can’t move on and stop dreaming about it. They were there, I wasn’t. I don’t get to-“

“Don’t say that,“ Lena’s tone is protective. She never did stand down when anyone was unfair to Kara. “This isn’t a trauma competition. You know that’s not how it works.”

“They’re happy, Lena,” Kara exclaims, big, pleading eyes. “And not like we’re happy. They’re…” she scoffs, “carefree. They felt the ground shake apart as the rest of the world blew to pieces, and it’s like it left no mark whatsoever on them.”

“Maybe,” her girlfriend gathers her hands on top of her knees and leans forward ever so slightly. In the past, especially before, Kara’s been on the receiving end of a gaze similar to this – when Lena will stop at nothing to make herself heard, – but there’s more to it, too. There’s that gentleness that’s reserved only for Kara, that unconditional understanding that never fails to ground her. “Or maybe they have nightmares about it that might never really go away.”

The thing about that gaze, though, is that in moments like this, it’s also very efficient at bringing tears to the Kryptonian’s eyes. Kara turns around, brings the back of her hand up to her face in an attempt to wipe off the flow of emotions that keeps coming.

She hates it.

Two hands settle on her shoulder, thumbs stroking the skin there, but make no move other than that. It’s Lena, Kara reminds herself. She doesn’t have to be strong with Lena. She gets to fall apart.

When the Girl of Steel turns around, crumbling under shimmering green, she leans into it.

One hand snakes around her waist to pull her close, while the other comes up to cradle the back of her head. With her face buried into the crook of Lena’s neck and her hands clinging on to the woman who shelters her heart, she lets it bleed.

You will do extraordinary things, her mother had said. Of course, she never got to tell her that she would have done anything to be mediocre.

I won’t fail Kal-El, or you, and then the shockwave from Krypton’s demise hit her pod, and she broke her promise for the first time.

Sound doesn’t travel in space, which means the crack she heard as her world crumbled to pieces must have come from herself. And as Kara watches it play out from her pod’s rearview mirror for the nth time, she crumbles down as well. Only, this time, Lena is there to catch her.

Lena, who keeps whispering I’m right here, and It’s okay, I’ve got you, and countless other reassurances that prove to Kara that her story may be one of devastating loss, but it has also gifted her with treasures beyond her comprehension.

She doesn’t know how long she spends crumpled up into Lena on the floor of their apartment, its once-silent atmosphere now filled with body-wracking sobs and trembling hands that grab onto her girlfriend’s sweatshirt probably way more tightly than its fabric was made to withstand, as well as paradoxal pleas that Lena get back so she won’t hurt her, which only get those arms to pull her impossibly closer.

And she needs it.

Kara knows she needs moments like this, but it’s dangerous. It’s terrifying, because for all her abilities, the one thing she seems to do best at is losing people. And she doesn’t know what she will do if she loses this.

If she loses Lena.

“You won’t,” the woman’s hands are cradling her face now, desperate green eyes piercing into hers, and that’s when Kara realizes she’s been repeating I can’t lose you, over and over again. “Kara, I need you to listen to me, alright? You won’t lose me. I’m here with you. I’m staying.”

The woman who was once believed to be the Last Daughter of Krypton doesn’t have the heart to tell her there is no way she could possibly control that. The youngest Luthor leans closer, forehead resting against her own as two pairs of eyes let go of desolate tears, together.

“Darling, I will never leave your side,” Lena whispers her reassurance, bittersweet against the knowledge of how flimsily a promise like this holds when faced with the wrong circumstances. Of course they know – how could they not?

They choose to bask in it, anyway.

Because they can, for a little while.

And how absolutely extraordinary is that?

Her emotions settle down a bit after that. They watch the rest of the movie – Kara sitting between Lena’s legs, cuddled into her chest as she lets the sound of her girlfriend’s heartbeat lull her into a serene sort of heartache. When the credits roll, Lena tightens the grip of her left arm which has been wrapped protectively around the blonde’s middle, and pauses the movement of her left hand, which has been languidly stroking Kara’s hair.

She lets out a disgruntled noise at that, but Lena’s thumb brushes against her cheek, so delicate Kara almost thinks she’s imagining it, then soft whispers follow.

“Darling, are you still awake?”

In response, Kara mumbles incoherently and burrows deeper into the safety of her girlfriend’s embrace. A moment after Lena chuckles softly at the blonde’s sleepy indignance, her fingers go back to slowly untangling the mess that Kara’s hair has become.

“Are you aware of how astounding you are?” Lena continues, voice low and musing, almost as if she doesn’t really mind whether Kara is listening or not, wants to say it all the same. “Sometimes I feel like I don’t tell you enough,” she confesses. “It’s no secret that I’m not very good at saying how I feel.” A wet chuckle. If Kara opened her eyes, she’d find her face being inspected by adoring green eyes. It’s okay that she doesn’t, though, because everything about Lena exhales unabashed love right now.

“But you are so, so precious, my love. You are strong, and kind, and you have this beaming grin – oh, I wish you could see it.” Featherlight, her fingers trace Kara’s features as she speaks; the outline of her eyebrow, the dry tear tracks ok her cheek, the outside of her bottom lip. “D’you know, the smile itself isn’t even the best part? It’s your eyes. There’s a glow to them that makes it seem like, for a moment, all of that yellow sun energy that courses through you is shared with the outside world, and everything feels brighter, and whatever one hopes for feels closer to the realm of possibility. It’s… ethereal. I can’t imagine anyone being immune to that. And I’m pretty sure it’s what first roped me in – having had the privilege to experience that.”

By now, Kara’s tear ducts have made an excellent job of welling up the space behind her closed eyelids, but she doesn’t dare move – the way her fist reflexively tightens around the NCU sweatshirt that’s been long claimed by her girlfriend, the only indication that she’s conscious at all.

Lena lets out an adoring breath, the one that seems to be reserved for Kara and Kara alone, then adjusts her arms so the blonde will be cradled even more closely into her middle, if that’s possible.

“Now, you should listen closely, because this is the most important part: you’re like our own piece of the Sun, everyone can see that. But that’s not what made me fall in love with you. You, Kara Zor-El, stole my heart with the contrast you hold between light and darkness. That complexity in your story – the fact that you have such frightening demons, yet you persevere? That gave me strength to believe I could do the same.

“So, I know you feel the need to be strong in face of the world and the people you love – I know it’s one of the ways you try to protect us – but you don’t have to be strong with me. I love your heart in its entirety, and whatever it goes through, I want to be here. If it breaks, I want to help you mend it. If it’s clad in scars, I want to kiss them. And if old wounds reopen in the face of adverse conditions, I want to be here to nurse it back to health. I want to be by your side through it all.”

Kara finally opens her glistening eyes and looks up at her girlfriend, finding that Lena’s aren’t much better off. The Kryptonian moves to tuck a stray lock of raven hair behind the youngest Luthor’s ear, smirks affectionately, and then-

“I thought the heart was ‘merely a blood-pumping muscle, wholly unrelated to emotional matters’,” she quotes the discussion from a few movie nights ago.

Lena laughs, a delicate, yet indignant thing.

“I cannot believe you just destroyed the mood by bringing up a point that I wasn’t even the one to make!”

“You agreed with him, that was enough,” Kara giggles, grinning wide, and she wonders if what Lena described is happening right now.

Maybe it’s their way of dealing with the emotionally charged past few hours that cause the couple to find themselves in a fit of laughter which ends up tightening the knot that’s been lodged in Kara’s throat just enough. When tears roll down her cheeks again, Lena tenderly wipes them, and when glossy green eyes set free tears of their own, Kara is the one to wipe those.

“I love you so much,” is all she’s able to say – the pressure in her temples and exhaustion finally hitting full force, – but given her girlfriend’s tight-lipped smile, hurried nod, and kiss to Kara’s forehead as she tries not to cry any further, it’s enough.

They don’t go back to bed that night, too comfortable in their arrangement to move even an inch. Instead, Kara settles back into the crook of her girlfriend’s neck, Lena’s fingers resume stroking golden hair, and for a few minutes, tears flow freely, quietly.

As the Sun rises behind the living room window, their hearts beat in unison, and their slowing breathing aligns. It’s safe to say neither Catco’s Editor-in-Chief, nor the Foundation’s CEO will be able to work more than a half-day this Tuesday.

Nodding off to tranquility seeping through her bones and peace surrounding her in a warm hug, Kara can’t find it in herself to care.

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