Just like that, the same nervous smile shot right back onto his face, a single unsettled groan from deep within his digestive system telling him all he needed to know. “Uh, Ramona?” he offered hesitantly, doing his best to look back while bracing himself against the floor in preparation. “You might wanna move…”

The look on her face, tainted by only the slightest blush, was so genuinely unassuming, so innocent, that it could’ve convinced anyone she was well and truly oblivious to what was coming, even as she’d settled each and every detail of this scene into place precisely because she knew what would happen next. “Hm?”



Well, to pair with my most recent story being a result of  Hoots getting me heavily into Hades as a setting, here's a story that resulted from me getting her into Scott Pilgrim Takes Off...and getting hit with such a delightful take on Scott as a pred that I just had to write something with him myself! Aaand...yes, I do realize that the result in both cases is basically me brainrotting hard enough to throw together a story about it. theillusionoffreechoice.png

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“I doubt you will be quick to make yourself useful,” she said evenly, adjusting herself against—no, atop Jinx, her thighs settled on her captive’s face, using her for the cushion she was. “But then, I had your bonds created with that fact in mind, of course. Perhaps in time, you may earn the freedom to be a somewhat more…active participant in the purpose I have found for you.” The rebel let out an involuntary squeal as Mel gently brought her legs together, squeezing her slightly in a gesture that could equally have meant reassurance or dominance.

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