#and then they just uh. never bring up again how horrifying and fucked up this is for another like 7 seasons

[quietwingsinthesky]

it ever hit you out of nowhere that castiel is living in a dead guy's body and the show just does not care. it does not care. jimmy novak might as well not exist the moment he or claire is out of sight. cas stole a guy's body and his face and his life, and we can't ever talk about it or discuss it in detail because of how fucking horrifying it is that sam and dean's best friend just walks around in a dead guy suit. there's not even a human soul in there anymore. it's just a corpse. stone-cold body snatcher indeed.

#castiel spn #spn #this is not like a Castiel Crime (tm) to be clear. this is more me being (un)surprised that the show is Like This. #castiel is a horror story he is so much a horror story in the rapture #and then they just uh. never bring up again how horrifying and fucked up this is for another like 7 seasons #and when they do its to briefly go :( claire lost her dad :) but its okay! she forgives cas for it! #which!! NO SHE SHOULD FUCKING NOT!!! #but we can't have that discussion. we can't talk about that. because to acknowledge that it's fucked up would mean making cas kind of. evil #in a way that would vastly improve his later character arcs btw. if we had to reckon with not only this massive transgression #but with the fact that cas himself STILL DOESN'T SEE IT AS ONE. #that on a lot of fundamental levels. he is still functioning as he did in s4. a lot of that base programming is still there. #something something how cas never changes out of his suit under his trenchcoat #but it's like. jimmy said yes. so it's fine. that's what it is to him. #anyway. i wish they hadn't been scared of making all three of the boys more fucked up in later seasons. #thank GOD for dean being interesting in how he becomes Worse <3 because they were not bringing that for castiel. #again. good version of spn where jimmy's bloodline is an off-shoot of the lucifer vessel bloodline. explaining a) how lucifer Got In There #and b) letting lucifer possess claire later so that the two of them can have daddy issues together. #something about cas being the monster-not monster that jimmy let in that destroyed his life. #something about lucifer being the monster-not monster that castiel lets in later. the cycles. they are cycling.

[mvltisstuff]

Hello! ✨ 🤗 🤗 Thank you for making the request. I loved it. I cried and screamed with emotion 🥺 ✨ thank you, thank you, thank you so much. ✨

And well I had an idea 🙈 you could make an Evan Buckley petition with the song Skyfall by Adele.

Reader is an actress, an actress recognized by Hollywood. Who she is linked to different actors of the moment. Which makes Buck uncomfortable and nervous. Because he believes that their relationship could affect Reader's career. However, he is also afraid to see the harassment reader receives from the press and photographers. So one day, reader unhesitatingly takes him to an award ceremony for one of his films. They both pose for the cameras. Buck wraps her in his arms and doesn't let go of her hand at any moment. He only lets go when she receives the award and the camera points at them both.

And the next day they both learn that they received the name "Hollywood's most powerful couple".

Chim, Maddie and Eddie jokingly name Buck "Hollywood's boyfriend". (well it's just a thought) 🙈

😅 Again, thanks for agreeing to BTR's request. 🤭 🤗✨

skyfall - e.b

summary: request

evan buckley x reader

gif from @catdadeddie

buck sat in his apartment, watching his girlfriend on the tv and the trailer for her new film. if she couldn’t be here with him, he may as well just watch her. it’s not the same, it never would be but it would have to do. he missed her in his arms and just naturally being next to him without a choreographed move or line.

y/n knew buck was at home doing all of this. he’s the only thing on her mind at red carpets. instead, she was miles away at a panel for her movie. she loved her job. she amount of opportunities and gateways to success put her on top. every movie has piled up and showcased her talent, and she loves it.

every job has its downfalls, though. the complete lack of privacy is overwhelming and you can never underestimate the scrutiny of the media. all sections of her life were on display at all times. she only wanted to do what she loved on the movie sets, not have every move dictated by the press.

so, she decided that she and buck would remain low profile. there was no lie that she was in a relationship. y/n didn’t need to hide that she loves someone, but she’s horrified of fucked up people getting involved in bucks life. buck has identical fears. if he and y/n came out with their relationship, people could ruin his life because they’re angry. y/n’s seen with a-list actors every day that people would kill to see a relationship. some of it isn’t just for himself, it’s for her. he first-hand views the harassment and cruelty she gets. he reads it on social media and in the news, reporting every last drop of it. it surfaces a new insecurity in buck, feeling less than the rest because he’s just a regular man.

y/n knows he’s more than that, so that’s enough for him. she honors him more than anyone and his personality and work ethic is admired. it doesn’t matter how much money he makes or what he wants to do with his life because y/n wants every last moment with him.

when the biggest award ceremony of y/n’s career comes up, she thinks it’s the perfect opportunity to bring buck into the light. she wants to brag about him being hers, and show off all of his riveting qualities. she knows there’s not a part of him that doesn’t deserve to be in the spotlight.

she pulled up the the firehouse one time in full disguise. she ripped it all off before running into bucks arms as he lifted her off the ground. he missed her beautiful face that was across the country. his coworkers watched in entertainment as he just beamed whenever he looked at her.

“i missed you so much,” y/n smiles.

“i know, i’m just happy you’re home now,” buck says, keeping his hands placed on her forearms. it’s like the entire world disappeared behind them. every person, every noise, every sense just vanished when looking into the others breathtaking eyes.

“i, uh, need to ask you something,” y/n starts, giving buck a small amount of anxiety, but he knows they can deal with whatever it is together.

“yeah,” he says quickly. “of course, come in here.”

he leads her into a private room and shuts the door. buck moves back over to grab her hand, entwining their fingers together and giving her the support to continue. “what’s going on, baby?”

“the oscars are coming up,” she spits out quickly, and buck doesn’t know if he should be relieved or not. “and i want you to come with me. i know you might think it’s a bad idea, but i’m sick of hiding from everyone and they have nothing against you and me.”

buck laughs softly, continuing to graze her hand with his fingers. she looks up at him with an expression of anticipation and maybe even a little timidity. when she sees the smile creep up on his face, she can’t tell whether it’s an excited one or a mocking one.

“you know i would never miss that for the world, right?” he tells her and she releases a breath, dropping her shoulders and the corners of her mouth pull up. “i don’t care if you’re nominated and win or lose, i’ll be there.”

the days went painfully slow for the rest of bucks team as floods of questions and concerns came their way. he was stalled on what he should wear, what time he should get there, should he get his hair done now or sooner to the date. everyone was ready to put in earplugs at his questions, but at the end of the day, they were more happy for him. they were excited to see him on their tv screens with his perfect match on his arm. they knew buck was made for y/n from the day he met her.

when buck was picked up in the pitch black limo with shaded windows, he felt like the most luxurious man in the world. he was bouncing his leg up and down in the seat, y/n having to put her hand on it to calm him down.

“alright, so,” he begins. “what do i do? do i just stand there or do i pose or-“

“buck!” y/n giggles. “relax, it’s all gonna be ok. you’ll know what to do, trust me. i’ll be there the whole time.”

“i’ve never been on a red carpet before,” he exhales, starting to see the crowd of people outside. “can i hold your hand in there?”

y/n looks at him with gentle eyes, putting out her hand and squeezing his. as she steps out of the car with the help of the guards, buck slips his hand out. when he gets out of the car, he adjusts the buttons on his tux and connects with y/n again.

the walk down the carpet was casual, but also had buck internally panicking. he had never been in a room with so many celebrities at one time. seeing all the hot actors and actresses of the moment was so overwhelming, and whenever they shook his hand he felt like floating. he almost cried when andrew garfield looked in his direction. he was completely mesmerized by the way y/n interacted gracefully with everyone. he knew he had the right girl.

the air became thicker in the venue until the best actress category was called up. each of the names swiped through the massive screens and the names started to echo off the walls. the two actors at the front had the envelope, ready to reveal the name of the winning actress. buck felt the shaking of y/n’s hand, trying to ease her worries of losing, or even winning. some part of him knew that she won even before they called her name.

when he hears the thrilling, “y/n y/l/n in f/n!” on the mics, he jumps out of his seat. he looks at his girl with his jaw to the floor, tears already forming in his eyes. she’s still processing that her name was even called, but just looking at buck brings her back down.

“oh my god,” she whispers once he pulls her in.

“you did it! you fucking did it!” he leans away, cradling her face and giving her a kiss before letting her go up. she almost wishes she could drag him up too, or stay down on the floor with him. “go get ‘em,” he winks.

y/n’s speech ran through her lips quickly, being unprepared as she told the world what she thought. “holy shit,” she breathlessly chuckles. “thank you to everyone who helped me get here today, my family, my parents, my coworkers on this movie. i’m so thankful i even get to be on this stage. the director, greta, you are absolute magic. this is one of the best projects i’ve ever been involved in and- oh my god, why is this timed? but anyway, also evan, i love you more than words and this is all for you!” she blew him a kiss before running of stage, picking up the layers of her dress to show off her new shiny award to him.

flashes of bucks face and y/n’s director came over the screen, making y/n and him the hot topic for the night. fans all over social media were buzzing with excitement, finally getting to see the man who painted the bliss onto y/n. news headlines and tweets were filled with, “y/n y/l/n and her new boyfriend - hollywoods new power couple?”

every time she saw one, y/n smiles brightly and sent it to buck who showed it off to his friends. now, when he sat around the table with y/n or just lay with her in bed, he knew she was more than just some girl. she was the one for him no matter what, and he didn’t need the internets approval to realize that. despite the few hateful people, buck chooses to ignore them completely. they’re not the one laying next to y/n right now.

he faces the teasing from his sister and his best friends about being the new hollywood boyfriend, but as long as he’s y/n’s, that’s all he needs.

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[manicplank]

The Color Pink (Part 14)

The Vigilante walked into the cafe and was greeted by the bell over the door. Hazel seemed frantic as she worked quickly behind the counter.

"Uhh..." He aired, "G'mornin', Hazel."

"Ah!" She jumped and turned around. "Oh, Vigi, it's you. Good morning!"

He slowly slithered up to the counter and climbed up the stool. "You alright? You seem a bit... stressed this morning."

"Oh, I'm great! I got another order for the NTV building. The Noise doesn't have the time to help me out today, so I'm doing everything solo. It's going to take me a bit of time."

"Oh, well, alright. I'll just take my usual."

Hazel had already prepared his coffee. She tossed the mug on the counter, and The Vigilante caught it before it slid off. He looked at her with wide eyes, but she paid no mind to him. She was so caught up in her work, powered by excitement but also a mild nervousness.

"So, uh..." The Vigilante cleared his throat. "How are things going with The Noise?"

"Great for the most part."

"For the most part?"

"Yeah. It's going nice and smoothly. The only problem we're having is the paparazzi."

"I know." He sipped his coffee smugly. "I saw the magazine."

"It really threw him off. It was like they were alerted the second we started dating-"

"DATING?!" The Vigilante interrupted. "Like, like boyfriend girlfriend dating?!"

"Yep!" Hazel looked at him and smiled. "He asked me to be his girlfriend. But you keep that to yourself! Nobody knows, yet. Actually, I don't think I was supposed to tell you..."

"Are you kiddin' me?! You're dating that psychopath?!"

"We are not DOING THIS AGAIN, VIGERT!"

The Vigilante put his hands up defensively. Did she just use his full first name? Yikes... He really made her upset. "I'm sorry, Hazel, I'm just-"

"Yes, yes, Vigi, I understand, you're lOoKiNg oUT fOr mE," she said mockingly. "Can it and keep it to yourself! I'm busy, and I'm sick of hearing it!"

"Alright, alright, I apologize."

"Accepted. Move on."

"Is he, uh... He's treating you well?"

"Yes, of course. If he wasn't, I would bribe you to cover up a crime." She gave him a crooked smile. "A murder, to be specific. Make it seem like an accident."

He gave her a horrified grimace. He had never heard her talk in such a manner. He sipped his coffee silently as she lined up to-go coffees on the counter next to him. She wanted to finish as soon as possible so she could make her way to the NTV tower while it was still early. The Noise had explained that it was an early day on set again, so she wanted to bring them all coffee to brighten the day.

Shortly after she finished making all the coffees and stacking them on the cart, The Vigilante paid and left. She was slightly glad to see him leave. He had been so negative and annoying ever since she started hanging out with The Noise. He wasn't acting the same.

Slowly but surely, Hazel scooted the cart of coffees down to the NTV building without spilling a drop. The receptionist Noisey saw her at the door and opened it for her. She gradually wheeled the cart in. The receptionist led her to the back where the set was. People cheered as they saw her walking in. She smiled and waved. A few people came over and grabbed their drinks. She scanned the room looking for Theodore. She saw him in the distance. He was already in costume, leaning on the wall and reading a script. She left the cart and jogged over to him. He didn't notice her coming towards him.

"Hi!" She stopped with a small bounce.

"AHH, FUCK!" He screamed and flailed his arms. Once he saw it was her, he grabbed his chest and laughed. "Holy shit, you scared the fuck out of me! I didn't even know you were here."

She pulled him in for a tight squeeze. "You didn't hear them cheer at me?"

"I heard them, but I just figured they were doing their own thing."

She giggled. "So, what's going on, today?"

"Ehhh," he looked at the thick packet of papers and leaned against the wall again. "I got a few scenes to do as well as a stunt or two. One of the scenes is gonna involve a fight."

"Oooh, sounds neat."

"Yeah, I do all my own stunts. They're always telling me to get a stunt double, but why the hell would I want to do that? I went through all the training."

"Really?"

"Yep."

"That's so cool!"

He rubbed the back of his head. "Ah, it's nothing. You wanna stick around?"

"Can I?"

"Yeah. As long as you don't interrupt anything, you can hang."

"Awesome! I've never been on a movie set before."

He chuckled. "Most people haven't."

"Well, come on, come get your coffee!"

She led him over to the cart where there were only a couple cups left. She already knew which coffee was his by heart. She grabbed it and handed it to him. The director Noisey walked up to him before he could take a sip.

"Noise," it yelled. "You're not supposed to eat or drink too much before your stunt!"

"Yeah, yeah, I know."

"Matter of fact, we're probably gonna be filming that first, get it out of the way." The director looked at the script and tapped its little foot. "You know what, yeah, let's do that. We'll go over that scene first. We'll do a few rehearsals before the actual stunt, okay?"

"Yeah, sure, whatever."

"Hey! Don't 'whatever' me! Don't think I'm gonna let you slack off just because your mystery girl is here!"

The Noise blushed. "Whoa, whoa, whoa-"

"Get-" The director stomped its foot on The Noise's toes.

"Ow!" Noise brought his foot up. It didn't actually hurt that bad.

"-your ass on set. Porky's waiting for you."

"Ugh," he grunted and rolled his eyes. He took a sip of his coffee before he set it down.

The Noise walked over to set. As he did, a couple of Noiseys quickly equipped him with a sombrero, a vest, and a holster belt. The set was ready; the balcony of a saloon with easily breakable railings, a crowd of shocked bystanders outside, and tension in the air. Porky and The Noise went over the script one more time.

"Alright," the director spoke through a small hollow megaphone, "everybody know where we are?"

The actors nodded.

"Good! We're not gonna spend all day on this scene. It's supposed to be short and simple. We have a couple other longer scenes to film.

Now, Noise, you're cornered on the balcony with Porky. Neither of you are armed and are settling it like real men. Only when defeated will Porky surrender and let you bring him in for bounty.

Aaaand, ACTION!"

"You have no where else to go," Porky said with a gruff, raspy voice. "I told you, I ain't going down."

"Ey, take it easy," Noise spoke in a light Mexican accent.

"There ain't no takin' it easy. You've put me through hell. I'm an innocent man."

"If you're an innocent man," Noise took a step forward, "you'd have no problem provin' it."

"I was just doin' what a man has to do to fend for his family."

"A real man wouldn't go around shooting and looting."

"Yeah?" Porky took a few steps forward. "A real man doesn't go around huntin' other men."

Noise put his arms up tauntingly. "Talking about yourself, eh?"

"YOU'RE DEAD!" Porky ran charged at Noise with his shoulder forward.

"Wait, Porky, no-" the director tried to interrupt, but it was too late. Porky rammed into The Noise, causing him to break through the railing and launch off the balcony. There were gasps from the cast and crew, as well as Hazel. The Noise fell hard onto the hard plain floor and landed on his right shoulder.

"AH, FUCK!" He screamed out in pain.

"Porky," the director cried out, "we weren't filming the stunt, yet!"

"You didn't tell me that," Porky shouted.

"We didn't have any padding set up or anything! Noise," the director ran over to him, "are you okay?"

"NO, I'M NOT OKAY," he shouted in both pain and anger, "I JUST FELL THIRTY FUCKIN' FEET! FUCK!" He winced and rolled slowly onto his back as he grabbed his right arm.

Hazel was frozen in shock with her hands over her mouth.

"What's wrong? What hurts?" The director asked.

"Ugh, fuck... I can't move my shoulder."

"Shit, okay, Dougie!" The director looked around. "Where's Dougie?!"

Dougie walked out of the crowd and waved, "I'm right here!"

"Call an ambulance!"

Noise winced again and groaned out in pain. A few others came over to try and assist as Dougie called an ambulance.

"Oh, good lord," Mary gasped. "Darling, I think your shoulder's dislocated."

Noise sighed. "I don't wanna look..."

"Can you move your fingers? Make a fist."

Noise made a weak fist as his arm shook. "Agh, fuck!" He huffed. "It hurts to breathe."

"You probably have some broken ribs," Mary took off his mask and put it aside. "I'll grab some wipes so I can take off your makeup."

A security goblin came over to Hazel. "Alright, ma'am," he said, "you're gonna have to leave."

"Huh?!" She was shocked. "Wait, no, no, I'm with him-"

"Yeah, I'm sure you are, but because of the injury, we're closing the set. You need to take your cart and leave."

"No! Theodore!" She tried to go over to him, but the security guard hoisted her over his shoulder and began carrying her off set. "No! Please! I have to be with him!" She kicked and wriggled around, but the guard held on tight.

"Let me guess," the guard responded, "you're another crazed fan. We get it, coffee girl."

"Coffee girl?!" Her eye twitched. "Why, I oughta!" She bit the guard as hard as she could, and he threw her out the door. "Oof!" She landed flat on her butt. He brushed his hands off, locked the doors, and walked away. Shortly after, he came back, unlocked the door, tossed the cart out, and locked the doors again. Hazel started to cry into her hands.

Back on set, several Noiseys waited by the back doors for the ambulance to pull up. Mary gently wiped the makeup off The Noise's face. Noise took short sharp breaths.

"I'm getting lightheaded," he aired.

"Breathe, love," Mary responded.

"I'm trying." He huffed. "It hurts."

She rubbed his head. "Don't go into shock, now."

-

Hazel paced around her home, completely anxious. She was crying on and off ever since she left the building. Her eyes were red, and her face was chapped. She was incredibly worried. The scenario kept replaying over and over in her head. It was completely traumatic. She didn't even properly close up the cafe before fleeing to her house, she simply put the cart back and locked up for the night. She hadn't eaten all day, but she had no appetite. Her anxiety made her stomach turn. She looked at the clock and checked the time; 7 o'clock. She wondered if she should call Noise or just let him be, but before she could put any thought into it, she had already picked up the phone.

She dialed his number. The line beeped and beeped and beeped... until he picked up.

"Theodore?!" She didn't even give him a chance to speak.

"..."

"Theodore? Are you there?"

"Hello...?"

"Oh, my gosh! Theo! A-Are you okay?!"

"Hazel?"

"Yes, it's me!"

"Oh... Right. Sorry, I'm a bit hopped up on painkillers. They gave me a lot."

"What's going on?! Are you okay?!"

"Um," he took a deep breath. "Yeah. I mean, no. But yeah."

"What's wrong? Is anything broken?"

"Yeah. I got a couple broken ribs from how I landed."

"What about your shoulder?"

"It was dislocated. It's okay now. They put it back in socket."

Hazel sighed in relief. "Thank gosh, you're okay! I was horrified."

"I'm so embarrassed... That wasn't supposed to happen."

"I'm just so glad you're alright."

"Kind of. It's gonna be a while before I'm fully recovered. I'm right handed, and I can't really use my arm, now."

"Oh... That's... That's bad."

"Yeah... I don't know how I'm gonna function."

"Well... Maybe... I can help you?"

"I don't know."

"Please, Theodore. You can't take care of yourself! You need help!"

He sighed, "Fine, fine."

"Yay! Trust me, you won't regret it!"

"Alright..."

"Can... Can I come see you?"

"I'd like that."

She rushed to grab her purse. "Where are you?"

"I'm in the hospital."

"Yes, I know, but which hospital?"

"There's only one hospital in the tower..."

"Oh, yeah, right. What room are you in?"

"I don't know... Hold on, hey what room am I in? Room 135? Okay, thanks. Room 135 in the E.R."

"I'm on my way!"

"Oka-"

Hazel hung up and headed out to the hospital immediately. She ran into the waiting room in a huff. There were tons of people in there. She walked up to the counter.

"Please fill in the form," the receptionist spoke without looking away from her computer.

"I-I'm here to visit the person in room 135!"

The receptionist looked up at her. "Your name?"

"Hazel."

The receptionist picked up the phone and dialed a number. "Was room 135 expecting a visitor? He is? Alright, I'll send her in." The receptionist got up and scanned her badge to open the door. She led Hazel in and guided her to the room. Hazel knocked. She peeked her head in before she walked in the room. The Noise lay there with his eyes closed. His shoulder was in an immobilizer brace, and there was an IV in his arm. The monitor beeped with each beat of his heart. He was covered by a hospital gown and a few blankets.

"Theodore," Hazel spoke softly.

Theo opened his eyes and slowly picked his head up. "Hey," he aired under his breath.

"Theo!" She rushed over and hugged him.

"Owww!"

She drew back quickly. "Sorry!"

He chuckled faintly. "It's okay."

"How are you feeling?" She rubbed his left arm.

"Mmm... Not great... I mean, I'm on painkillers right now. They're nice." He laughed.

Hazel rolled her eyes with a smile. "Same old Theodore."

"It's not much. I'm not in pain, but I still feel some pressure in my shoulder. And I'm tired."

She pulled the chair over to beside the bed. She sat down and rested her head on his left arm.

"Thank you for coming," he smiled.

"I figured you would want some company. Hospitals suck."

"Yeah." He rested his head on hers. "I was lonely."

"I wanted to stay with you the whole time, but they kicked me out of the building."

"Yeah, that security guard is kind of an ass." Theodore picked his head up and looked at Hazel. "... You okay?"

"What? Oh, yeah, I'm fine!"

"Your face is red."

"It's fine, I just-"

"You've been crying, haven't you?"

Hazel's lip quivered as she nodded. "Yeah," her voice cracked. Tears started to fall down her face again.

"Oh, no, come here." Theodore wrapped his left arm around her. She leaned into him and started sobbing. He rubbed her shoulder then played with her hair in an attempt to comfort her. "I'm going to be okay."

"It was so scary!" Her words were muffled with her face in his chest.

"I know. I know. It's okay, now. Look at me."

She drew back and made eye contact with him.

"I'm okay. Everything will be okay. Maybe not now, but eventually. Okay?"

"Okay." She sniffled and wiped away her tears with her sleeve.

"They should be discharging me soon. They've working on the paperwork for a while now."

"I can take you home."

"I was hoping you'd say that. My wallet's still in my dressing room, so I couldn't call a cab. My next best option would be... Ugh, probably Dougie."

"What's so bad about Dougie?"

"You'll figure it out soon enough. He's a piece of work." He sat up. "You never got paid for the coffees, did you?"

"Oh... No, I totally forgot."

"I'll pay you once I get my wallet back."

"It's no big deal."

"Yes, it is. You worked hard, you deserve to be paid for it."

"Okay, okay."

-

Theodore had fallen asleep on the drive home. Hazel made sure to drive slowly and carefully as to not wake him, but she had pulled into his driveway. She gently nudged his left shoulder. "Theo," she whispered. He didn't respond. She nudged him a little harder. "Theo."

He jumped a small bit. "Wha? Huh?"

"We're here."

"Mmm..." He tried to take a deep breath but flinched in pain.

Hazel got out of the car and went to open his door. He unbuckled and went to stand, but his balance was a little off. She instinctively grabbed his shoulders to keep him from falling, but he groaned in pain. "Sorry," she spoke anxiously.

"It's fine, it's fine."

"Okay," she sighed, "let's get you in the house."

"We have to go through the back. My keys are still on set, but there's a spare hidden on the porch."

"Oh, okay." She led him through the back and up the stairs of the porch. "Where is it?"

"Under the mat."

Hazel looked down. There was a doormat that read Come Back With A Warrant. She rolled her eyes and picked up the mat. There was a small key under it that she grabbed. She stuck it into the doorknob and fussed with it a little until she got it to unlock. She grabbed Theo's left arm and led him in. She tried to bring him up the stairs, but he winced in pain when he took the first step. "Are you okay?" She looked very concerned.

"I'm fine. I'm just a little sore. I got it, though."

She held his hand as he took slow steps up the stairs. She was horrified that his leg would give out and he would fall. When he got to the last step, she grabbed his waist and hoisted him up. She kept her hands on his hips and guided him into his room. It was a bit messy; clothes were scattered here and there, the bed wasn't made, and there were quite a few half-empty water bottles on his nightstand. The ashtray was back with several cigarette butts in it. She made him get into bed from the right side. She scooted him away from the edge and propped him up with some pillows.

"You don't have to do all that," he said.

"Yes, I do. You're a side sleeper. I'm trying to prevent you from rolling onto your right."

He scoffed. "Good luck."

"Exactly why I'm propping you up with pillows." She giggled. "I know your right side is your favorite."

"How do you know that?"

"Remember when I spent the night? You laid on that side almost the entire night."

"Oh yeah. I spaced that out. I'm still a little woozy from the pain killers."

"Get some sleep."

"I need my meds."

"Oh, right! Um..." She pulled out the drawer of the nightstand and grabbed two pill bottles. "Okay, one each, right?"

"Yep."

"Okay... I'll grab you a water."

"I have some right he-"

"I'll grab you a fresh water." She raced down to the kitchen and grabbed a water bottle from the fridge. She hurried back upstairs and handed it to him. He sat up slowly, took a sip of water, and swallowed his meds with it. "Which of these water bottles is the newest?"

"I have no idea." He slowly laid back down and closed his eyes. "I'm too tired."

"Okay. I'm just gonna clean these up."

"No, no, you-"

"I know I don't have to. I want to. I want to help you. Let me help you. Cleaning your room a little bit is the least I could do."

"Mmm'kay..."

Theo quickly drifted off into sleep as Hazel began taking the old water bottles downstairs. She poured the old water down the sink and tossed the bottles out. Then she went back to the room to check on Theo. He was out cold. She started picking up the clothes and putting them in the hamper. There was another pile of clothes by the closet. They seemed to be clean. She laid them all out and organized them piece by piece, then she began to fold them. She wasn't too sure where to put them, so she snooped around in the dresser. Eventually, she found the place for everything, she even hung up clothes that looked like they went in the closet. It took her a few hours, but she didn't mind it at all. She was happy just to be there for him. By the end of everything, it was past midnight, and the weight of the day had caught up to her. She didn't have the energy to go home and grab pajamas, so she simply took her bra and shoes off and crawled into bed next to him. She laid her head on his left shoulder and completely zonked out.

#pizza tower #noise #the noise #noisette #the vigilante #pink fic

[sword-and-lance]

so I wound up having a whole Thought Process in replying to a fic comment and just

okay fair warning this probably leans heavily on my own interpretations of Cazador and also Astarion and a bunch of the Cazador backstory in particular is pure headcanon

also fair warning there's discussion of abuse and sexual assault in here

BUT

man these two actually have quite a bit in common--the "my Master is an abusive asshole" thing being the big obvious one

also neither of 'em seem to have a great relationship with their families: Astarion never even mentions his in the slightest, ever, so I remain unconvinced that there was anything good there, and Cazador uh

well

Amanita's notes imply that there were only a grand total of like four remaining living Szarrs despite having multiple estates and a huge fuckoff castle smack in the middle of the city and yeah I absolutely headcanon that Cazador had most of them merc'd because none of them did a damn thing while Vellioth--who only married in and who Donnela picked for vampire-ing over her own grandkid because she held Cazador responsible for his dad (her son) going AWOL as a vampire hunter, it's a whole Thing I should really write it down at some point--basically ran the family reputation into the ground with his insistence on indulging his own brutal assholery over anything else (instead of balancing it with blackmail/politics so they don't get Found Out)

so yeah he is fairly obsessed with his family but in the sense that it's his and belongs to him and he gets to own it and shape it and bring it back to how it was when he was a kid and they owned damn near the entire Upper City in one capacity or another

so really no he isn't fond of his family but more the idea of it and being able to control it which is. uh. quite different!

and that kinda leads into my next point that they are both fucking Obsessed with power, "over people" specifically to quote Astarion in-game

I mean after all on Cazador's side of things: that was how Vellioth got to be where he was, that was what Vellioth wielded over him and all the other spawn whenever he decided to torture/sexually assault/etc them as he pleased, and that was how Cazador himself finally got Vellioth killed, too, and turned himself into a full vampire finally--it wasn't dry politics it wasn't law it was just interpersonal trickery wielding Vellioth's personal desires against him, and Cazador not only wanted his own abuser dead but wanted to make damn sure that it never happened again, that no one would ever be able to hurt him like he did

even when it meant hurting other people--LOTS OF THEM in all sorts of horrifying new ways!--to do it

and that's why he really just is not fuckin redeemable by the time we see him: he's molded his entire fucking existence around that notion, he cannot will not trust anyone but himself, he tried over and over with that as a spawn and always got punished for it--his family was not kind, his lone friend died for his kindness, and considering that his general social circle was a bunch of rich people, I'm willing to fuckin wager he probably didn't get any notion of it outside, either, and in fact it probably made it even easier to just think of people in general like things--cattle, even

so all that's left for him is (what has to look to him) like stone-cold objective knowledge that everything sucks, the world is vicious and cruel and the only good things you can have you have to TAKE by force or trickery from someone else and they don't matter, they'll only take from you the second they get a chance

and yeah Astarion clearly had a bit of a similar problem over the past 200-something years, considering--he was also tortured quite extensively for years, despite Cazador genuinely thinking he's being nice about it in an I HAD IT WORSE SUCK IT UP sort of way; he got faced with an utterly impossible task to constantly hunt down prey for his Master while fuckin starving the whole time, and eventually in sheer desperation resorted to literal prostitution only to be met with a very blase okay that works I guess keep it up from Cazador since it wasn't like Cazador really thought Astarion had much in the way of other talents to lure people in and all he cared about was having people lured in

shit, Astarion's entire approval set damn near until the last act of the damn game are just reflecting that mindset--the world is vicious and cruel and the only good things you can have you have to TAKE by force or trickery from someone else

...thing is, Cazador was basically surrounded by enablers and even outside of that is also hellishly stubborn and molded his entire existence around the pursuit of power because he thought that was literally all there was to anything, even to the point of making deals with not just a devil but one of THE devils, one of the Big Boys and one who's pretty damn tricky at that

he was not and is not going to give up on any of his plans, even if someone SOMEHOW gave him a chance to, and if we ignore the whole VAMPIRES EVIL LOL thing for a sec--far as Cazador's concerned, the kind are weak and murdered and tortured by the strong, and that is just how it is. that was how it always was and always would be and he's been surrounded by it literally all his life, personal and political, with basically no evidence to the contrary that doesn't immediately get ruined, whether at his hand or someone else's

if this isn't what he should do in life, then what else is there? just being a horribly broken person for literally eternity or until someone up and stakes him? he can't afford to let this go because it would obliterate his whole fucking identity in the process

...Astarion though at least has the benefit of running around with people who do not in fact enable his FUCK EVERYONE ELSE BUT ME! bullshit, and in fact (can be, anyway) relentlessly kind to him and show him that yes, actually, there is a life beyond what happened to him

there's a whole lotta life beyond it, actually! even while he's trying to "just" be manipulative, because the kind are weak and he can't afford to be weak when his Master HAS to be hunting for him by now, he fuckin fails at that and actually gets attached to the people trying to get him to knock off his assholery--they treat him like an actual person and he actually gets pretty into that despite himself, even though it clearly scares the hell out of him to have to make his own identity over again beyond just...being the flirty vampire

but thing is

he's at least brave enough to try doing it (presuming the non-ascended route--the ascended route he just refuses and falls right into Cazador's own neuroses), and when he's given the chance he takes it despite being terrified of it

he's seen more, he wants more and he's willing to risk himself to get it because it was worth it

Cazador though

lol nah

ultimately he's a coward about doing that exact thing

he's petrified of having nothing left of him if he gives up on what he's doing so he just never even tries and would pretty violently refuse any attempt to make him, for that matter--to him, it can't possibly be worth it

Astarion at least believes a small selection of people would be worth trying for

but Cazador's got none of that because he gave the fuck up on ever finding that and split the world into people he owned and people he would eventually own when he got what he deserved in Ascending after so many years of pure shit--and after his existence had turned into a meaningless morass of violence and horror that he inflicted on literally everyone around him like the walking nuclear fallout of a man that he is

part of being better is wanting to BE better, and (non-ascended) Astarion at least eventually wants to

but Cazador would very literally rather die instead

tl;dr yeah one of these two is a "small pathetic little boy who never amounted to anything"

but it ain't Astarion

#; musing #bg3 #cazador szarr #astarion #cazadorposting #astarionposting #long post #jesus that went on for way too long and probably is HELLA disorganized but #that ain't stopped me before and it ain't gonna stop me now #thank you elysiians on AO3 for prompting this meandering train of thought it was hella fun to do

[d4t-webserial]

D4T: Page 5 (Lu POV)

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On one of the rare instances that Lu told Alice about his life he mentioned the school he was going to, to which she excitedly told him she lives in the same city. This is awful, no matter how much he’s become a man, part of him will always be that transbian who wants to uhaul after the first date (and even more so fall hopelessly in love with your friend who’ll never like you back ;-;). Even the moment after this information came about she suggested they hang out, he brushed it off with a simple “hehe maybe later” but knew he couldn’t resist for long, he was under no circumstance going to being to able to deny his only close friend (and an upsettingly pretty one too) the opportunity to hang. 

Looking up at his ceiling he thinks about how over it is, when they meet she’s gonna realize how lame he is, and even if she’s fine with that he’ll be completely unable to hide his infatuation with her (he’s surprised he was even able to so far), and then she’ll be grossed out and not want anything to do with him. Life is hell. After a lot of pestering he agreed to hangout, at first she wanted to do it at her house (which is horrifying! what if he was a murderer, or a rapist!) but he convinced her to instead hang at a small restaurant near where she lived. He unfortunately couldn’t get her to untell him her address, but what can you do? 

After around 15 minutes of waiting for her, Alice finally arrived. Lu, waiting for her outside asked… 

Lu: “do you always come this late?” 

Alice: “well i had to walk here”

she looks at him pointedly

Alice: “if you picked me up it would have been easier.”

he doesn’t make eye contact

Lu: “u-um yea i g-guess… i just,, it uh,, would’ve seemed a bit strange no?”

Alice: “whatever you say”

They walk in and order their food. Lu can’t help but notice that her outfit tho masc enough to throw off her parents, is still incredibly attractive (and also that it compliments… nothing, absolutely nothing,... he’s normal). She looks up at him with a small smirk as she drinks, her eyes are stunningly b- no no nonononono. Taking a deep breath in, Lu decides to engage in conversation, because tho he isn’t good at talking, it is something to keep his mind… where it needs to be. They talk about the food they had and what they liked or disliked about it, they talked about the things that they usually do, friendship, hobbies, life and so on. And in that Lu had a brilliant idea.

Lu: “so have you been talking to any guys”

she picks at her napkins

Alice: “...umm there’s one i’m kinda talking to”

(jackpot)

Lu: “that’s sick! are you into him?”

she sits more upright and looks intently at her food

Alice: “ye, but it’s complicated…”

(fuck)

Lu: “how so?”

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Alice: “i don’t think i wanna talk about this, with you”

Lu: “me?”

she goes wide eyed like she misspoke and quickly tries to correct herself

Alice: “or like, right now”

Alice: “right now i just wanna chill”

Lu: “o-oh o-o-of course, s-s-ssorry for uhh,, bringing it up”

Maybe his idea wasn’t so brilliant. He wanted to hear her talk about some guy she was obsessed with, so that his “supportive friend” drive would beat out his “god i love women” drive, but instead he touched on a sore spot… “with him” why him? did she still think he liked her (well he did but he thought was doing a good job hiding it), is it just like a guy thing, like this is something you talk about with the girlfriends not your dude friends? It was probably that. They sit in silent awkwardness for a while since he is completely unable to navigate social situations like this. Eventually the conversation picks up again, and it’s like nothing happened. After an hour or so hanging out Alice asks if he wanted to come hang at hers, he again insisted they didn’t know each other well enough but…

Alice: “cmon! we can even watch your stupid shows together!”

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Lu: “f-ffine… for a bit…”

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#d4t #webnovel #web fiction #webfiction #web serial #webserial #romance #queer #trans #transgender #detrans #lu #lu d4t #lu d4twebnovel #d4t-webserial

[thatswhatsushesaid]

Hi! So I did a fair amount of rereading in this specific area for a fic I'm writing but fuck if I know where I've been. I would rather die than try and find it all again so I am humbly requesting that someone else do it for me your help. I feel Pretty Damn Sure that Jgy never touched Qin Su after he knew that they were siblings. However, my friend pulled up a passage from the ExR tl: “Jin GuangYao hugged his head, his voice bitter, “… I never touched A-Su again after our marriage. A-Song… we had him before we married. Back then, I was afraid of further delay and additional issues…” (bold added)

...and I can only remember, aside from this, Qin Su saying something like "no wonder you never...ever since...ever since then", in ryukiseth's translation of the webnovel. Given only those two sources, it seems ambiguous as to whether he never touched her again after he knew OR after their wedding night. What do you think?

hey!! i am always happy to go digging around in the text for literally any reason at all, but for this one i feel pretty confident that i don’t need to, because i agree that it is left ambiguous at least insofar as whether or not jgy was intimate with qin su again before their wedding. however, my personal read is that i do think he had no choice but to consummate the marriage on their wedding night.

which is just. fucking awful—for jgy, of course, because He Knows (and is horrified), and awful for qin su precisely because she doesn’t know. but i imagine she can tell something is wrong, if the way zzj plays it in cql is any indication. like… look at his face.

he looks like he’s going to be physically ill.

the reason i think they likely were intimate on their wedding night is because i don’t see how he could have avoided it without bringing a lot of undue criticism and scrutiny down upon himself and qin su both. i don’t know if it would have been customary for the marriage bed to be, uh, inspected the morning after, but even if something that invasive weren’t expected, i suspect there were other risks factors to consider. what if qin su fretted to her maids or friends about her new husband treating her coldly? what if those rumours made it back to qin su’s father? (jgs isn’t her dad, he’s just the shitty sperm donor ok) given how hard jgy had to fight to get the marriage approved in the first place, it seems likely that qin su’s father might seize on an opportunity to annul his daughter’s marriage to jgs’s most ambitious bastard, in hopes of securing a different match for her. which might have been the best scenario for everyone involved—if qin su weren’t, you know, already pregnant. and jgy knows firsthand what happens to women who are pregnant out of wedlock.

so, yes, those are my thoughts on the matter. tl;dr i do think jgy consummated his marriage to qin su, and then proceeded to never touch her ever again. that much i definitely believe is indisputable truth, not just because jgy says so himself, but because as you pointed out, qin su makes it clear that jgy never touched her again, too. and she has no reason to ‘perform’ this narrative for anyone else, since as far as she knows, she is only speaking to jgy in the jinlintai treasure room.

#asks answered #mdzs meta #jin guangyao #qin su #it’s greek tragedy levels of misery all the way down tbh #cw incest

[oohnotvery]

The Coldest Night of the Year (Chapter 2)

Scully blanches. She hasn’t seen Diana Fowley in weeks. Now that the woman is prowling around downstairs in their basement office, Scully sticks primarily to the bullpen in hopes of never running into her.  She’s stayed politely disinterested in knowing whether Mulder keeps in touch with her; she knows they are friends and she knows he’s still crazy for those files.

Of course, she’s always suspected it was far more personal for him than that. The Gunmen gave it all away when they shared that Diana used to be his chickadee, a piece of information Mulder still hasn’t ever bothered to share with her.

But seeing Diana here in his apartment, on a Saturday night, during a winter storm, fairly cements it for her. Mulder is fucking Diana.

Helplessly, she glances at her discarded coat and boots and briefly considers putting them back on. Surely she can find a hotel out this way that isn’t fully booked up. She opens her mouth to make an excuse and a quick exit when Mulder steps forward.

“So, it looks like we’re having an impromptu FBI sleepover tonight, yeah ladies?” He chuckles to himself and Diana’s lips lift slightly into a grim smile. Scully just stares at him, horrified.

His eyes pinball between her and Diana. “Uh, Scully, you said something about a shower? Let me get you all set up.”

She shakes her head instantly. “No, Mulder,” she interrupts as he crosses to his bathroom. “I—I was actually on my way out.”

She regrets the lie as soon as she says it, because both heads twist to stare at her like she has twelve eyes. Mulder huffs an awkward laugh.

“You looking to set some sort of urban snowshoeing record?” he jokes, shifting uncomfortably on the balls of his feet.

She feels the tips of her ears burning as Diana’s lips curl into a grin. “I just—” she hesitates. “Let me call my cab driver. He gave me his number,” she fibs again.

Mulder perks up, and Scully immediately hates herself for giving him fodder for another joke. “Ooh, I like it Scully, picking up an eligible gentleman in the city.”

Scully can’t withhold her scowl his direction. But before she can move towards his phone, he’s jogging over to her and taking her elbow in his hand. He dips his head low, creating an illusion of privacy between them.

“Scully, stop,” he says quietly, his expression turning serious. “No chance in hell I’m letting you back out in that storm. Your clothes are wet and your cheeks look like they’ve been permafrosted. Jump in the shower and I’ll bring you something to change into.”

She refuses to meet his eyes and her face burns as he squeezes her elbow meaningfully. She knows the grim reality of her situation: she cannot leave, no matter how desperate she feels to get out. The roads are far too dangerous to make the trek back out. She is quite literally trapped in her own personal version of hell. She will simply have to play third wheel to Mulder and Diana tonight and hope that in the morning, the roads will be passable enough for her to make a break for it.

With a tight nod, Scully extracts herself from Mulder’s grip and heads towards the bathroom.

“It’s a good thing you made it safely in this weather, Agent Scully,” Diana’s voice calls out as she passes by. Scully realizes they haven’t even acknowledged each other yet. She pauses and lifts her head, meeting Diana’s eyes.

The woman’s expression is neutral, her gaze calm and steady, her lips slightly pursed. Scully can’t read anything into it, but suspects there is something nefarious behind the façade. She studies Diana for a long moment before nodding, then proceeds onto the bathroom. 

As she’s opening the door and slipping inside, she hears Diana call out, loud enough for everyone to hear.

“Fox, when you’re done, join me in the bedroom?”

Scully slams the door shut before she can hear Mulder’s answer.

#mulder x scully #dana scully #the x files #fox mulder #msr #msr fanfic #txf #x files #x files fanfic #xfiles fanfic

[bultaoreunheyyy]

"But if you stay, you'll get sick too" (Sicktember, Jimin)

Sicktember Prompt: #21 "But if you stay, you'll get sick too" 

Word Count: 1152

Sickie: Jimin (cold/flu)

Caregiver: Yoongi

Notes: a lil yoonmin college au situation idk

Three days into the worst case of the flu he’s ever experienced, Jimin is over it.

So. Fucking. Over it. 

He’s over puking his brains out. He’s over breathing exclusively though his mouth while his nose is both runny and congested at the same time. He’s over burning up with a fever so high and miserable it has him sweating buckets while he shivers, unable to determine if he’s hot or cold. He’s both. He’s neither. He’s everything. He’s nothing. 

He’s just over it. 

“I’m so fucking over this!” He groans as loudly as his hoarse voice allows, and then winces as the motion and the sound makes his head pound. 

It feels nice, though, to just kind of…let it all out like that. It’s not something he’d usually do. But he’s also never felt this miserable before, and he’s all alone in his dorm room, and he just needs the universe to hear his complaints and then maybe take pity on him.

A sudden knock on the door makes him jump and then swear under his breath, and he nearly falls off his bed when he tries to turn to look at the door and his legs get tangled up in the blankets that are wrapped around one of his legs and half of his torso.

“Hello?” A soft voice calls, and then there’s a key turning in the lock and the door opens just a crack, squeaking loudly on its hinge.

“Who…who’s there?” Jimin croaks. Only he and his roommate Taehyung have keys to their room, and that’s definitely not Taehyung’s voice. Taehyung is staying with a friend while Jimin recovers so he doesn’t get sick. 

The door opens a little further, and a head pokes into the room.

“Uh, hey, it’s me.” The ‘me’ in question clears his throat and then takes a half step inside the room while Jimin sits up and pulls the blankets around himself like a protective barrier, sluggish and a little dizzy now that he’s sitting up. 

Jimin’s face is suddenly burning with something more than the fever when he realizes that it’s Yoongi, his very cute, very mysterious next door neighbor who lives just on the other side of the wall from him.

“Um, I’m Yoongi,” he says, fully entering the room now before he shuts the door behind him. “I live next door and I heard you…I mean, I heard that you were sick.”

Jimin doesn’t miss the phrasing. He knows how thin these walls are. He knows he’s been hacking up a lung for hours on end for the past three days and fuck, his cute neighbor has definitely heard it all and is now here to ask him to shut the fuck up.

Fuck fuck fuck.

“I brought you some stuff,” Yoongi continues, rubbing the back of his neck. “I wasn’t sure what you already had…”

Jimin wonders if he’s in some kind of fever dream. If not, he wonders how he’s going to survive the embarrassment of the situation. But before he can dwell too much on it, Yoongi is striding over to his desk and unloading his bag of stuff, and Jimin can see that he brought tissues and medicine and soup and gatorade and throat lozenges and holy shit, his neighbor is rich.

“I’m not rich,” Yoongi says with a weird smile, and Jimin is horrified to learn that he had said that out loud.

“I do work at the student store, though, so I get a discount. The NyQuil prices are no joke, though.”

Jimin looks at Yoongi. He looks at the bottle of cold medicine that Yoongi is holding up. And, for some reason, he blurts out, “Why?”

Yoongi doesn’t miss a beat. “I assume it’s because they know they can take advantage of sick college students– it’s not like there are many other stores close to campus, y’know?”

“No, I mean–” Jimin breaks off to cough, because his body hates him. When he recovers, Yoongi is standing next to him, one hand hovering over his back, his eyebrows furrowed. Jimin swallows thickly and feels his face flushing again. “I mean, why did you bring me all of this stuff?”

There’s a moment of silence, and then Yoongi laughs. The sound is so different from what Jimin was expecting that he sucks in a startled breath, which makes him cough again. 

“Oh– here.” Yoongi passes him a bottle of water, and then opens the medicine, carefully pouring out a dose before handing it over. 

Jimin’s hands are shaking when he takes the cup. He swallows it down, then grimaces and hurries to take a sip of water to wash the awful taste down. Yoongi grabs the cup back from him, setting it on the desk before pulling out a bottle of hand sanitizer from the bag and applying a generous amount to his hands. 

“Taehyungie said you probably wouldn’t take the medicine,” Yoongi says as he rubs his hands together. “Guess he was wrong.”

“You’re friends with Tae?” 

Yoongi fixes him with a strange look. “Well, yeah, we’re neighbors.”

“Oh,” is all Jimin can say. He looks down at his lap, sheepish. “Sorry, I…” He trails off, unsure of what exactly to say. He’s not the best at talking to new people like Taehyung is. In fact, Taehyung is the only friend he’s made so far and they’re already halfway through the first term. 

“Taehyung told me about how shy you are,” Yoongi says, and Jimin can’t even deny that he’s right, even though his face is burning again.

“Here, scoot over,” Yoongi says, and then barely waits for Jimin to move before sitting down on the bed next to him. “I brought my laptop so we can watch a movie or something.”

“You’re staying?” 

Yoongi blinks at him. “I can leave, if you want? It just didn’t sound like you were getting much sleep over here.” 

Jimin closes his eyes and briefly wishes for the universe to create a hole to suddenly swallow him up, because he’s not sure he can handle any more embarrassment. When he opens his eyes and looks over at Yoongi, the other man is watching him carefully, an almost hopeful expression on his face. 

"But if you stay, you'll get sick too," Jimin whispers. “I don’t wanna get you sick…I already feel guilty that I’ve been keeping you up.”

Yoongi shrugs. “I don’t really sleep much anyway,” he replies softly. 

Jimin scoots a little farther down the bed so Yoongi has more room, and then leans up against the wall, drawing his knees up to his chest.

“Okay,” he says.

“Okay,” Yoongi echoes with a smile, grinning even wider when Jimin rearranges his blanket so it’s over both of their laps, and that’s how they spend the next four hours, watching movies until Jimin falls asleep sitting up, head resting on the shoulder of his cute next door neighbor. 

#bts sickfic #sickfic #sick bts #drabble #sicktember 2023 #caretaker yoongi #sick jimin

[who-is-shades]

raz dnd 35

teya got blinked out so she uses hidden step lol. senna still fails banishment (fucker raz) and then heals herself a bit. (we spend several minutes yelling at raz to learn how to balance) some bots miss parsley. 2 of them hit! death saves, thanks raz. hes dead great. senna messages android to hurry since parsleys dead. iris can easily find invisible teya! blasted! zen avoids an attack easily. zen glows with fey magic and compels iris into a duel! punches a-go!

wheatley is still blissfully unaware. android is trying to figure out how to destroy the generator. he tells wheatley to get himself into the generator room. he grabs a multi-meter and other tools and tells android to come get him and bring him into the room. android goes and does that but the portal starts working! then stops working again cause of wheatleys espionage xD the guards still stop wheatley DX he messages android to ask what powers the generator. that corrupt red god juice probably. wheatley raises the box of tools. android just tries to drag him in. the bots let him go in!

iris is informed of unusual behavior uh oh. wheatley is looking for a good place to grasp and shock the hell out of! wheatley finds a panel and starts unscrewing and looking for wires. watch out wheatley the machine is angry! the electricity is red! shocking grasp! the glass explodes and he gets feedback! he screams while android watches horrified! the generator drops and the field fizzles and goes to emergency power. the bots have dropped but we have to still deal with iris. wheatleys gotten fried! androids not doing great. gotta call dad! he picks up wheatley and runs outside!

android rushes out looking worried and a fucking smoking wheatley and he sees parsley dead, senna is bloody, and teya is gone? iris tries to teleport away but she cant get fucked. she wants to negotiate, fuck you.

teya uses gentle repose on parsley so he stops rotting. senna revives parsley and heals him a bit. iris smashes zen with her arms then lazers him! parsley chugs a healing potion. he sees the forcefield is on reserves hmmm. tells her to get off zen and they can negotiate. android puts down wheatley, no negotiating. parsley sees wheatley and goes oh. android throws his rapier at her and it stabs her!

she recognizes android! he starts climbing her arm and slashes her! then he starts blasting her! zen resumes punching. teya used wipe and did big damage! senna uses magic missle then heals herself and parsley more. iris uses her face eye to blast android but misses both times! parsley is just sitting with wheatley and is holding him ;-; he rages and yeets his axe at iris! misses the other one tho. zen punches and leaves some dents and knocks out some eyes! the ejected eyes are gonna explode goddamn. android keeps swiping and shooting but misses most shots.

teyas spell fails. senna uses magic missle and heals parsley. iris's arms collapses and she falls to the ground! "zorbolt, i never got to see-" then she dies and the bombs blow up one of the arms. the forcefield goes down and the trees rush in! senna scoops wheatley up. the trees take iris away and begin tearing apart the building. parsley pats a tree and it gently wraps a root around him in solidarity.

the computer is still intact and theres something on it? parsley goes to investigate it. he randomly pushes a button xD he hears zorbolt! "no but she was dealt with." "who is this?!" "wouldnt you like to know?" parsley holy fuck dude. he keeps trying to get parsleys name my guy hes not telling. but he will gladly have his ;) damn he doesnt give it. "we were already enemies, zorbolt." "ah you must be working with him." "who?" he says he has something in the works and hangs up lol.

the trees have cleared a path for us. senna yells they can deal with this LATER and down the path they go. parsley tries to pick up iris's arm. zen takes out one of the eyes and puts it in the token. SP is making loud screaming noises. sunnie is holding him freaking out. parsley picks up SP poor kid. "dads. not. ok." sunnie asks senna if wheatleys dead and she snaps 'not now.' (senna is holding wheatley like a baby his head is on her shoulder.)

we get to the portal and some guards stop us cause they need to inform the queen parsleys alive. she wants to see him right now. parsley is pissed. he flies off quick. he storms in asking what she wants. it DID void the contract ahd she needs to make a new one. he just turns and leaves xD "eat my ass, lavender!" lots of back and forth bickering.

meanwhile senna has kneeled down so SP can see its dad and has her forehead against wheatleys. parsley can see us from the window. teya is just hanging with sunnie. parsley sighs in defeat and signs the contract. there IS a new detail tho. if he dies and is revived the contract is restored. dying wont get you out the contract this time. "had to make sure this time!"

SP picks up a stick and puts it in wheatleys lap. "fetch?" oh honey! the guards back off so lets get tf out of here! parsleys sibs show up to say goodbye. parsley leads us to the portal and theres his sibs! he gets hugged aww. their glad hes not dead anymore lol.

back to the mortal plane!

#senna #dnd #dnd adventures

[fand0mfever]

I'm making a little filet thing for John and Eddie because the scene where John kills future Eddie is fucking relationship goals.

(BREAKDOWN AS TO WHY IT'S RELATIONSHIP GOALS:

Eddie is immortal, so, he basically cannot die, and because of that, he got turned into a fucking roach parasite host to have more roach babies and that happened for God damn 82 years.

It's goals because John immediately saw his bro suffering and said fuck it, I'm mercy killing him, there's no way I can stop this otherwise. And he had a full on breakdown over it for the next chapter and a half. Joanna noticed and hasn't known him for longer than like... a half day. She spoke up about it too. Like this stranger noticed how haunted and bad he felt for doing that.)

(Anyway the little ficlet.)

[John]

I went into Strangefellows. I needed a damn beer.

I had been forced into a timeslip, took a break, although not nearly long enough, because right after I was almost eaten alive by an alien. A woman I thought was human was really just part of the fucking alien. I liked her too, really.

I looked at Alex as I approached the bar, and without words, he set a full glass down. It was one of the cleanest ones, so he could tell that I wasn't really doing well at this point.

"Eddie is in the corner again, if you want to talk to him," He offered in a whisper.

God. Eddie.

That gaunt, horrified face came into mind's eye, and I almost cringed.

I felt so bad, still. Maybe I could tell Eddie. He was better with guilt than Suzie was.

So I found him, no drink on the table, this time. I set mine down, and he straightened up a little. He could tell, too.

"John, what happened to you?"

"...A lot," I sighed as I sat down. "More than I bargained for."

"So you came for a beer?"

"Yep. I sure did... You know you're... immortal, right...?" I whispered the last part, and he raised his brows in slight surprise, but, eventually nodded.

Could I even bring myself to say this to him?

"Well, I uh... I stumbled into a timeslip, 82 or so years in the future..."

"You of all people stumbled into a timeslip?"

"Yeah, well, it was a trap to kill me. No one else knew it was there... but, the point is, Eddie... I saw some... fucked up shit," I managed as I started to tear up again.

He gave me a soft look, glanced around at who was watching, before setting his jaw as he got up, and moved me over to wit next to me.

This was... new.

"What kind of stuff did you see, John?"

"The whole world was gone," I took a deep breath, "You were the last person left... and you were a... host for... creepy-crawlies. I couldn't... I couldn't stand to see you like that, Eddie... and I had to do something..." I trailed off, and he relaxed his jaw as he figured it out. He sighed, and swung an arm over my shoulders. I didn't care about the smell at this point.

"Well, John, the future is fickle. It'll change. I'm sure of it. That's not going to happen."

"I'll make damn sure of that, Eddie. I was the one that caused it. I... I don't know what I did, or, what I was going to do to cause that, other than what the future you told me. I went looking for my mother. You told me to never do it. I swear, Eddie, I will never look for her. I can't stand the thought of you ending up like that again..." And then I couldn't hold myself together anymore.

He held me as I tried to quietly hold back the tears and sobs, and he even comforted me in the most Eddie way. He sat there, not saying anything. It did help.

God, I could never let his reality become that. I would rather kill a thousand more Eddie's than to let him become like that.

#something from the nightside #something from the nightside fanfiction #john taylor nightside #razor eddie #john/eddie #they get emotional together

[shadeedee]

KEEP IT GAY, KEEP IT GAY, KEEP IT- FIGHT!? Carmen and Roger get into a huge fight that starts it all. *Some adult language*

Roger Debris stormed around his lavish townhouse in his dress, heels and wig, his face red with anger. Carmen Ghia was standing by the door, clenching his fists. The production team nervously watched from the stairs. “Don’t you dare come down here!” Roger shouted. They were shocked. Roger had never yelled at them before. “Carmen, i’ve been nothing but loyal to you! How dare you accuse me of something so stupid! You’re a moron!” he roared. “Loyal!? Bullshit! You’ve been mucking around with Leo Bloom since day one! You’re a player and a breeder!” Carmen shouted. Roger felt like a volcano. The production team were sure that the house would turn into a WWE arena soon. “Carmen, i’m about to put you through that window so help me god!” Roger shouted. “Oh yeah!? Bring it on, tranny!” Carmen yelled. The production team gasped. Roger turned to Carmen, ready to explode. “What did you just call me?” he asked. Carmen was terrified now. He instantly regretted what he just said. “Uh, i, nothing,” he replied. But it was too late. “I really ought to dig these heels right into your face and massacre it! How fucking dare you!” Roger roared. Carmen backed into the corner. “That’s right, you get into that corner and cower there! I swear i’ll dig this shoe right into your face!” Roger roared. Then he threw one of his heels and just missed him, hitting a vase of flowers instead. He stormed upstairs and slammed the bedroom door.

Later, Carmen went upstairs and slowly entered the bedroom. Roger was sitting on the bed, weeping. He had thrown his wig and other heel across the room and only had his dress on. Carmen felt terrible now. “Roger? Darling?” he said, and went to kiss him. Roger lay down weeping and kicking his legs like a child having a tantrum. “Oh Roger, i’m so sorry. I never meant to accuse you like that,” Carmen said. Roger looked at him, his eyeshadow smudged from the tears. “Carmen, i’m sobbing because you’re right. That’s why i got defensive. I have been flirting with Leo Bloom. I’m so sorry,” he replied. Carmen was horrified. He fell silent. “You what?” he asked, angrily. Roger whimpered. “But it doesn’t mean anything. I truly love you. I do,” he said. Carmen felt sick. “Oh my fucking god! I had no idea you did it for real! What the hell, Roger!?” he yelled. Roger began caressing and kissing him. “Oh Carmen darling. I know i’ve been unfaithful. There’s no denying that. Please know that i’m truly sorry. I feel nothing for Leo Bloom. Trust me. I love you Carmen,” he said, lovingly. Carmen stood up. “You know what i think? I think you’re disgusting. I’m your partner and there you are flirting with another man behind my back. A man who isn’t even gay. You’re treating me like your boy toy,” he replied. Roger began weeping again and grabbed onto Carmen. “Oh Carmen please! Please forgive me! I love you! I no longer have any interest in Leo Bloom trust me!” he cried. “Trust you!? How can i ever trust anything you say ever again!?” Carmen yelled, and stormed out of the room, leaving Roger weeping on the bed.

That night, Roger came into the bedroom and lay beside Carmen. “Go away,” Carmen said. Roger began caressing him tenderly and kissing him. “Please Carmen. I’m deeply sorry. I swear I don’t have any feelings for Leo Bloom at all. Only you. You are the one i love. Forever. When i flirted with Leo i simply did it as a joke, I didn’t think how much it would affect you. Perhaps i’m too festive and wild sometimes with our guests. I’ll try and tone it down from now on. Trust me. And if i start up again, i give you permission to kick me up my ass,” he said, chuckling a bit. Carmen looked at him. “You really mean it?” he asked. Roger kissed him. “Absolutely,” he replied. Carmen smiled and wrapped his arms around him. “Let’s never fight like that again darling,” Roger said. Carmen kissed him.

#the producers #fanfic #loveislove #forgive and forget

[haikyuu-boys-headcanons]

𝙷𝙰𝙸𝙺𝚈𝚄𝚄 𝙱𝙾𝚈𝚂 - 𝙴𝙼𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚂𝙴𝚇 𝙼𝙾𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚂

hehe, i’m back at it again with one of these long ass posts but this idea’s literally been in my head all day long so here you go !! obvious nsfw warning :)

tw: this whole post is just nsfw and embarrassing to read so read at your own risk >:)

𝙳𝙰𝙸𝙲𝙷𝙸 » during a super intense and loud session, his voice cracked as he asked you “does that feel goOD- good baby?” to this day, he still prays that you couldn’t hear him over the sound of your own moans

𝚂𝚄𝙶𝙰𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙰 » you were riding him and he went to slap your ass, but something went wrong either because you were riding too quickly or he was shaking too much, boy ended up slapping himself in the balls. you’ve never heard that boy scream that loud in your life

𝙰𝚂𝙰𝙷𝙸 » literally pulled out in the middle of sex to get up and rush to the corner of his room to flip around his childhood teddy bears. your just laying there with your tiddies and coochie out waiting for asahi to shield the eyes of mr. wiggles

𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙰𝙺𝙰 » you two were having pretty intense shower sex until tanaka did the number one thing your not supposed to do during shower sex; this muthafucker slipped while holding you. long story short, y’all were okay but just ended up having nasty shower floor sex??

𝙽𝙸𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙾𝚈𝙰 » this tiny ass 5′2 man was unconsciously humping your leg while you were both asleep?? his presumably pleasurable wet dream had turned into a sudden nightmare when you literally had to KICK him off you to stop the humping. bad nishinoya, bad!

𝙺𝙰𝙶𝙴𝚈𝙰𝙼𝙰 » came WAYYY too early inside you, but he was too embarrassed to say anything so he just... kept going. sadly, no one had warned kageyama of the intense effects of overstimulation. he was shaking and whimpering so badly behind you to the point where you had to ask him to pull out and bring him a glass of water to calm down

𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙰𝚃𝙰 » the first time you squirted on him, he just blatantly asked you these exact few words that left you feeling mortified: “did you just piss on me?” nuh uh hinata, this water fountain ain’t yours to drown in anymore >:( 

𝚃𝚂𝚄𝙺𝙸𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙼𝙰 » kei was hitting it from the back pretty hard this time, so hard that you were suddenly... on an angle? suddenly, now you two were much closer to the floor than before. the bed ended up collapsing, yes literally collapsing due to kei’s powerful thrusts. worst part is, nobody got to finish since kei dragged you to ikea to grumpily buy a new bedframe. but hey, he bought you ikea meatballs; that shit hits so different

𝚈𝙰𝙼𝙰𝙶𝚄𝙲𝙷𝙸 » one super duper intense night, he passed out the SECOND he came. no matter how much you flicked the temple of his forehead, yamaguchi was dead asleep. you had to literally slap him awake to get him to clean up, you ain’t risking a ranky stanky UTI puthy in the morning

𝙾𝙸𝙺𝙰𝚆𝙰 » kept calling himself a sex machine during the act. i don’t know if it was due to the 6 tequila shots he had beforehand or just his inner ego revealing, whatever it was it was about to make your pussy close

𝙸𝚆𝙰𝚉𝚄𝙼𝙸 » this one time, he kept going in at a weird angle which caused you to repeatedly queef for 7 minutes straight. every time you told him to pull out and go in properly, he laughed and kept going in at that one weird angle!! was your embarrassment a turn on for him?? maybe!! but were you mortified? absolutely!!

𝙼𝙰𝚃𝚃𝚂𝚄𝙽 » i’m sorry to have to be the one to announce this, but this man had the worst case of full blown bush you’ve ever seen. like, he didn’t even try to manscape or anything at all. you ended up begging him to trim just a tiny bit because you weren’t gonna risk choking on a pube whilst your going down on him

𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙸 » rubbed your left labia thinking it was your clit. and he kept doing that. the whole. fucking. time. even when you subtly moved his fingers towards your clit, he just kept going back to the left lip.

𝙺𝚄𝙽𝙸𝙼𝙸 » had the most dry and dull dirty talk you’ve ever heard. like, it’s not even dirty talk at this point; it’s just clean talk. there’s no passion when he talks! he uses the same tone he would use for anyone else at any other moment. to paint the picture, imagine riding kunimi and he’s just there with a furrowed expression like “yup, that feels really good”

𝙺𝚈𝙾𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙸 » tried to pull one of those unexpected anal scenes that he saw from a porno, without telling you beforehand. life lesson here; if you party at shit's house, don't be surprised if shit's at the party

𝙺𝚄𝚁𝙾𝙾 » you two were looking to get a little more kinky in terms of BDSM, so kuroo watched like 30 tutorials on youtube on how to safely tie you up so you won’t fall or anything. this bitch ended up tying rope knots that were practically impossible to undo, which resulted in you hanging from the ceiling for approximately 2 hours pussy-ass naked while kuroo tried to cut you down with a kitchen knife

𝙺𝙴𝙽𝙼𝙰 » wanted to spice things up with some dirty talk, like the real nasty talk they use in pornos but not the normal pornos; the shitty company ones with horrific acting. he really ended up announcing that he was going to “fuck your fucking fanny off, you twat”

𝙻𝙴𝚅 » got super excited while he was opening the lube since he hadn’t gotten to fuck you in a WHILE, which resulted the lube leaked everywhere and a giant 6′5 man slipping and hitting his head on the bed frame. worst part is; he had to go to the ER with a hard on that refused to go away

𝙱𝙾𝙺𝚄𝚃𝙾 » speaking of boners that wouldn’t go away, let’s not forget that one time bokuto took two viagras when you texted him to come over for a special occasion. he horribly misinterpreted the ‘special occasion’ text, because he showed up to your house with a huge buldge in his pants as your parents stand before him holding anniversary cards, completely horrified

𝙰𝙺𝙰𝙰𝚂𝙷𝙸 » wanted to make valentines day sex as romantic as he could, so he did the classic lighting candles and giving roses. everything was beautiful, until he accidently knocked one of the bigger candles over during missionary. this not only caused a huge ass fire in your bedroom, but he came right as the fire began to spread. boy was debating on whether his orgasm was to die for or not

𝙺𝙾𝙽𝙾𝙷𝙰 » had a nose bleed when he was going down on you and you both were immediately horrified, you thinking it was your period and him thinking he just ate coochie blood. yet as you went to go clean up, you realized his face had much more blood on it than your coochie did. to this day, he still blames it on your period 

𝚄𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙹𝙸𝙼𝙰 » threw you onto the bed and your head went through the wall. he didn’t even bother to ask you if you were okay, he just sighed and went “well, now i have to make a call to the construction guy. excuse me” and he left you and your concussed ass head sit there once again, pussy ass naked

𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙾𝚄 » during a blowjob, he held your head down right as he was coming causing the cum to shoot up your throat and somehow pour out of your nose. by the time he pulled out, he could barely breath from laughing at you. sure, the classic ‘milk shooting out of nose’ thing was funny at first until you got a sinus infection and had to breath out of your mouth for the next three days

𝚂𝙴𝙼𝙸 » always insists having sex in the most inconvenient places?? like he would pull you to side while grocery shopping and start grinding up against you as you pick which brand of cheese would be better??

𝙶𝙾𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙺𝙸 » he kept getting frustrated that his bangs were clouding his field of vision, so he irritably grabbed a hair tie and frantically tied up the sides of his bangs while he was fucking you. you immediately burst out laughing since he looked exactly like boo from monsters inc. 

𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚄𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙼𝙰 » got so drunk that he ended up fucking the couch. like he was just there on top of you, and his dick was just sliding between the folds of the leather couch. you decided to let him finish like that

𝚂𝙰𝙺𝚄𝚂𝙰 » had a really bad reaction to one of the products he used while shaving and ended up getting super irritated down there so he kept having to pull out in-between thrusts to itch his crotch. to make things worse, you joking suggested that he looked like he had syphilis and he got so disgusted at the idea of that thought that he literally had to pull out and take a breather 

𝙾𝚂𝙰𝙼𝚄 » drizzled ‘warm’ chocolate down your chest and was about to seductively lick it off until you screamed in pain and horror as the chocolate was literally burning your skin off. osamu panicked, obviously not knowing what to do if chocolate was burning his partners skin off so he just... frantically licked it off. you still had to go to the ER afterwards to get treated for mild burns

𝙰𝚂𝚃𝚄𝙼𝚄 » didn’t know what a hymen was until the first time he tried to have sex with you. no matter how much he tried to shove his schlong in, it really just wasn’t working + “yer puss is broken”

𝚂𝚄𝙽𝙰 » pinched your nipples so fucking hard to the point where you started crying. he thoughts these were tears of pleasure until you literally had to kick him off you. but hey, he gave you ice for your sore nipples and mcdonalds! what more could a girl possibly want :)

uh the end lol

also, this idea was inspired by the first haikyuu headcanon i ever read, “awkward sex moments” by @bbytetsu <3

#haikyuu hcs #haikyuu #tsukishima x reader #oikawa x reader #sugawara x reader #atsumu x rea #suna x reader #tendou x reader #ushijima x reader #haikyuu smut #kuroo x reader #kenma x reader #semi x reader #yamaguchi x reader #daichi x reader #iwazumi x reader #terushima x reader #sakusa x reader #kageyama x reader #sakusa smut #bokuto x reader #akaashi x reader #mattsun x reader #nishinoya x reader

[dmc-tings]

The Lord's with an S/O (who just found out about their powers)

Alcina Dimitrescu

Noice 👌🏾

But what did you do for this woman to spare you?

She's like... the biggest man hater anywhere

So... if your a guy, you are lucky boi (or if you identify as a guy)

Or perhaps your a lucky lady?

I feel like she won't discriminate if she feels like your important to her

But for whatever reason she CHOSE YOU

So take that as a win

Sure, she's a vampire and has to eat people

Which was something you didn't know

But she doesn't eat in front of you

Even lying to the point of telling you she's drinking wine

You get curious, of course

So when she leaves to "take care of business", you look onto her glass or cup

You see red

"Ok... but it dont smell like wine..."

You take a sip, only to spit it out right away

Retching with disgust, you tasted blood

Your not an idiot, at least not fully anyways

Alcina rushed back, hearing you gag, thinking one of her daughters were bothering you

Only to see the sight in front of her

You looked at her in fear

Which hurt the tall woman's non beating (?) heart

You backed into a corner, thinking the worst

Looking for a makeshift weapon, you grabbed a spoon

To which made the Lady shake her head

"Love, you know I wouldn't-"

"Your a damned liar!!" You barked weakly, "W-what the fuck are you!?"

She sat calmly in the chair in front of you, gesturing for you to take a seat as well

You hesitated, but did comply, not letting go of your weapon (the spoon)

She huffed sadly, normally this behavior would have sent her into a rageful fit

But this is YOU we're talking about

Her little muse, the only mortal that makes her truly happy

"My Love, please calm down."

When you showed no sign of relaxing, Alcina took her glass in her hand, swirling the blood

Then takes a small sip, and lighting a cigarette

She offers you one

You cringe, and with that she pulls back again

After taking a puff, she begins to explain

Mother Miranda, the other Lord's, the creation of her daughter's, the Village, and everything else, prior to your showing up

After she finishes, you lower your loyal spoon

Drinking in all of the information

You looked up at her

"So that's why your so keen in keeping the girls away from me..."

The large woman nodded, looking at you

You bit your lip, but let go of your spoon, placing it back into the table

Alcina looked at you, watching you relax

You nodded a calm understanding

"Well seeing as I know what's going on now... is Mother Miranda going to-"

The Lady Dimitrescu, shook her head

"She has allowed for me to keep you. As long as you only stay in the castle... seeing as that the village is too dangerous. And I don't want you mixed up with the rif-raf."

You smiled and sat in her lap, (cause you can do that) and planted a kiss on her cold cheek

She let out a pleased humm, and returned the kiss

"Just... next time, if you choose a weapon, Love, make sure it has a SHARP end."

Salvatore Moreau

You had known Moreau since before Mother Miranda made an impact on his life

You saw less and less of your significant other

He would disappear and cut your alone time short, whenever the woman called

You were saddened when he finally told you that you couldn't see him anymore

But that's didn't stop him from speaking to you through whatever door, that separated you both

He didn't keep you locked up, but he would lock whatever door was between you

So you couldn't see the monstrous transformation, causing him pain

All you knew is that his voice was becoming more and more disgruntled

As said, you knew Salvatore before this

He was a handsome and intelligent man (despite what's written in Miranda's notes)

And to hear your man become... so in thralled by this other woman, made you suspicious

One day, you both were speaking, with a door between you, as usual

Unbeknownst to Salvatore, you were picking the lock

Eagar to see him

He never noticed the change in your tone, when you got it unlocked, nor the click of the lock

Shoving the door open, and pushing Salvatore back

The male let out a yelp, trying to rush in to the nearby darkness

You stepped through the threshold, eyes blazing and searching

You scanned the room and finally landed on a heap of a shivering... beast?

"Moreau? Is... is that you?" You crept closer, and gently put a hand on his back

"D-dont look at m-me...." he shivered, trying to hide himself

Horrified, you took his face on your hands

"I-is this... the work o-of-"

He cut you off, "Do-dont. Mother loves me... she does... I know she does..."

You felt tears pour down your face

You couldn't bring yourself to speak

That vile woman, had destroyed your dear Moreau

The man you knew and loved was beaten and broken into this sobing heap before you

He looked at you, and reached up to wipe your tears

"Oh... please don't cry... thi-this is her will..."

You shook your head, "what kind of will is this, Salvatore? To turn you-"

He pulled away from you, snarling, "I KNEW YOU WOULDN'T UNDERSTAND!!! Mother loves me, and i-"

You slapped him, your tears stopping, "What kind of man have you become?!"

Disgusted, not with his appearance, but his sniveling attitude

You left

But... not unaffected by what happened to the man you cared about

You left... everything behind, the Village, your family...

Salvatore Moreau never left your thoughts and you never left his

It was a bittersweet life, but you were glad to leave what was happening behind

Angie and Donna Beneviento

These two kept you in their estate

Though Donna hid Angie from you, worried that you wouldn't understand the need for her doll

She also kept the pollen from her plants away from you

You were the first person Donna could talk to, without her illness bothering her

No need for Angie!? And this person don't care!?

Fucking Jackpot!!!

Though Angie does get a bit upset that she don't get to see you

That's about to change

You and Donna where sitting in the backroom, overlooking the waterfall

Enjoying an afternoon tea

"Dear? How are you feeling today?"

Donna looked at you, taking your hand in her's giving you a smile

"I am well." She reassured you, giving your hand a squeeze

Then you sneezed, surprised cause your allergies hadn't started up, due to the lack of pollen

And the abundance of snow and cold

Donna gasped, looking over her shoulder

"Angie, n-"

Angie revealed herself, giggling and plopping herself in your lap

You froze, "A-a doll? Donna... is this a gift?"

You never really liked or disliked dolls

Angie gave another giggle, "No, stupid! I'm Angie. Donna's most favorite doll. And a friend."

Your eyes widened at the living doll, "Uh... im-"

"I know who you are!!" She floated infront of you now

"And we like you!"

Donna was quiet, not surprisingly, but you reached out for her

She gently took your hand in her's

"Donna. Tell me whats going on. Please."

Donna nodded, quietly starting to explain.

The gifts from Mother Miranda, the plants, the pollen and finally Angie

You looked at the floating doll, who was nodding her head along, with Donna's words

Then finally, you pulled Donna closer to your side

"You don't ever have to hide things from me. I never had a problem with the other ways that you cope, Donna."

Your encouraging words sent the woman into tears of joy

She buried her face in your chest

You smiled at Angie, who patted you on the forehead

Karl Heisenberg

You sat in the smaller, (safer) part of his factory

It was a part he had built to keep you safe

From what?

You had asked Karl several times, on different occasions, what was he building

"Its none of your concern." He waved a hand dismissively, "Whats for dinner?"

You always had huffed out whatever meal you made for the pair of you

Karl was always one of three places: meeting his "family", in the factory, or right next to you

The "family" was always thrown into air quotes

You knew he disliked his "family"

He announced his leaving out again, not telling you where

But leaving nonetheless, as usual you waved him off

But today was different, you WERE going to see what the hell was in that factory

Not paying attention to the warnings he gave you, you made your way down

Once at an elevator, you pressed the button

It came up and you were met with a large, large portly man

"Why if it isn't Heisenberg's little kitten."

Shocked you jumped back a bit, but then inched your way inside

"Its alright. I mean you no harm. Come, come."

You stood next to him, "Uh... who are you?"

"You may call me The Duke." He hummed, "But what are you doing here? Don't you know it's dangerous to play here?"

You lifted your chin, "I can handle myself. Thank you."

The Duke gave a small laugh, as you pulled the switch, but didn't speak again

Hitting the bottom floor, you disembarked, waving goodbye

You noticed a door and pushed through

Only to be met with a metal drill nearly splitting your face in two

With a strangled yelp, you lept backwards

"HOLY SHIT!!! WHAT THE HELL-"

"Who's in my damned- KITTEN!?"

You heard Heisenberg's voice above you and looked around frantic

"Karl! What-"

You didn't get to finish, the same monster came at you again

Dodging to the side, only barely missing getting drilled

Running in to the labyrinth, you were soon cornered

You shook with fear, hearing more monsters come after you

Closing your eyes, waiting for the blows to take you to the Great beyond

Your waiting was cut shirt hearing a series of clang's

You moved your hands and opened your eyes

Seeing Karl, standing in front of you shoving all the monsters back...

But he wasn't touching them....

"What... how-"

"Dont just sit on your ass, get up!" He barked, grabbing your arm and pulling you behind him

Once back in the safe zone, you slapped him, breathing heavily

He took it, it was a well deserved slap

"E-explain yourself!"

He sat heavily down, telling you everything.

The reason for the factory, the monsters in it, his powers, Miranda's plan, even pouring out his emotions about it all

You finally understood and took his hands in yours, kneeling down infront of him

"You idiot. All you had to do was talk to me. Not be a "big tough guy" about it."

You kissed his rough hands

And he chuckled at you

"Always understanding. Thanks Kitten."

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[spilledkauffie]

Bucky x Pregnant Reader

Just some funny & fluffy HCs (they’re kind of long, sorry!!)

*xFemale!Reader || Part 2 !

He’s super cautious about everything, if you want soup for dinner he makes sure it’s not too hot, if you want ice cream he lets it thaw just a little so it’s not too cold. When you asked him why he was sticking a thermometer in your coffee he simple said, “too much heat isn’t good for the baby, it could burn it,” as he stared at the meter, “uh-huh, and you do know we’re not in the 1940s anymore, right? We have a much better understanding of mom-baby connections,” you tilted your head, “Look I’m just being cautious, for you, okay?” It’s old fashioned, but it’s sweet.

He nearly has a heart attack when he sees you on a ladder, a step, the counter, or anything with heights. He will literally man handle you, grabbing you carefully by the waist or under your arms (yes, like a child in trouble) to bring you down from where you were, even if it isn’t actually that high. “It wasn’t even that high, babe,” you sigh, waiting for him to get your chips off the top of the fridge, “it’s not like I was climbing Mount Everest.” / “Close enough,” he shake his head at you with a sassy tone, still distraught over you just heaving yourself up onto the countertop.

Sam is always over! Though he doesn’t have kids, he has nephews he’s close with and thus has had some experience with babies and children. Often Bucky just rolls his eyes when Sam’s giving advice, but Sam comes back with “Oh, I’m sorry, who should she believe, a 106 year old who took vintage sex ed in 1900, or someone who was at the hospital with his sister, like eight years ago?” you had to laugh at the comment, but Bucky just ducked his head, “it was 1939…” / Sam is actually a big help for you, he said he’d try to get his sister up to visit with you and talk baby stuff next time the boys are on a mission so you’re not alone.

Sleeping, Bucky’s made it a habit of always going to sleep with his hand somewhere on your stomach, it’s mainly a protective thing, since before the baby he just had to have an arm around you, holding you. But now it has to be skin on skin contact, which means you’ll feel him slowly and softly slip his hand under your shirt when he comes to bed later than you. You’ve come to love it, often placing your hand on top of his.

↳ “lazy days” have become much more of a thing as you entered your third trimester, some days you just don’t want to get out of bed, and Bucky is completely fine with that, he’ll cook, he’ll bring you whatever you want, he’ll lie in bed with you.

You’ve gotten really concerned about the pregnancy and being a mom on a few occasions. Usually this results in some bouts of depression. In times like those, Bucky makes sure he is there physically and mentally for you. If you don’t want to talk about you, he lets you snuggle up as close and as tightly to him as you want. He understand silent suffering and how much just a physical person being there means. When you do want to talk about it, he’s always there and ready to listen.

One minor wince or groan or mumble from you and he’s on it with the “what’s wrong?” / “what is it?” / “how can I help? Is the baby coming?!” He’s mildly paranoid that he’s going to miss something vital or important if he isn’t 100% paying attention to every detail. This is why no you’ve never teased him about anything regarding the baby, because he’s so concerned and invested that it might just give him a heart attack… He is 106.

He was beyond panicked when you called him over, desperately reaching a hand out for him as he sat down next to you. Taking his hand, you press it to your side, and tell him to wait. Super confused if this is a good or bad moment he waits with an anxious look until- “did you feel that?” you smiled up at him; his jaw drops and spreads into a smile as he shifts closer to you in awe silence you both feel another kick, “wh- how did you do that?” he asks, stroking his free hand through your hair, as he bites the corner of his lip. Finding it precious you’re nearly crying from the happiness when he kisses your forehead.

He’s that guy that gets a book on “pregnancy for dummies,” so he can attempt to better understand what you’re going through that he can’t necessarily see. Needless to say part of the book horrified him, “oh my g- do you know what’s happening inside you?!” You just shake your head finding 10/10 entertainment in just watching his face whilst he reads it. The actual “how birth happens” chapter might’ve been one of the best.

He’s actually a little scared, or worried, about touching your baby bump (with a certain hand). You’ve told him you don’t mind that it’s cold, but he’s still avoidant. When asking him why, he didn’t want to say because he thought you might laugh, promising you wouldn’t he confessed, “what if the vibranium… magnetises the baby?” You managed to keep a straight face for approximately two seconds before breaking into laughter.

Your random (and very intense) moods are the biggest handful for him. He’s trying his very best to know what to do, but he never wants to make you feel like it’s not normal to feel a certain way.

↳ The Crying: one time he was telling you about this past mission he was on. It was like casual conversation for him to talk to you about it, but when he got to the part of “so they had these big dogs-” he looked over at you to find you in absolute tears, he stopped in his tracks, biting in his bottom lip as you stared at him, “and? then what?” you asked, voice breaking, he shook his head slowly, keeping eye contact, attempting to think of something, “then-” / “then you became best friends with the dogs and they were on your side in the fight?” he nodded dramatically to you response “yes, that’s exactly what- what happened… yep, nothing more to that story.” 

↳ constant State of Annoyed: at times you’re just purely annoyed for no reason, typically more passive aggressively, but sometimes you’re just straight up honest about it. When he tells you good morning and reminds you how beautiful and glowing you are, you’ve said “I love you, but your voice sounds like a duck today,” or “I am not glowing, be honest, I look and feel like a blimp.” He still tries his best to compliment you, other times he just hides for the day. Until you become super needy at night.

↳ MamaBear Instinct already kicking in: you’ve become extra protective / defensive. One time you were at the store, around one A.M. (because cravings!) and you were picking out cereals together. Bucky was surprised to see some brands he knew still around: “wow, Chex?” he picked up a box, “I didn’t know they were still making these-“ he trialed off about the cereal, but you noticed some kids snickering a few feet down the aisle. “Then again, the last time I had these they tasted like cardboard,” Bucky winced, “probably cause they were made out of it back then-“ / the kids laughed again, despite the soft Hello Kitty pj pants you had on, you were far from soft. “HEY!” You called out, “are you laughing at him?!” Bucky turned to see who you were talking to, but before he had time to address them himself, he was reaching to stop you from lunging over the cart at them, “I will fucking fight you if you are!” / “Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!” Bucky completely stepped to block you, lifting his hands to meet yours gently, but you just tried to push them out of the way still flustered.

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[wallflowerimagines]

Hi! I looove your posts! Thank you so much for sharing your writing!

I was wondering… could you maybe write about the Four Lords with a shy S/O that gets bold and defensive when someone insults the lords? or calls them names? And the Lord’s reaction to the S/O acting different? Dk if im explaining myself >.<

Again! Love your work! Have a great day!

We stan protective partners on this blog!!

Warnings: uh...insults? They're pretty over the top😅 Also swearing.

Alcina Dimitrescu

Honestly, Alcina is more than able to defend herself.

She's got a tongue like a viper, and the thickest skin imaginable. If you really want to hurt her feelings, you have to be someone whom she already respects to a certain degree, or she won't even be phased.

Still, when she leaves a room, there's always some idiot that thinks it's a smart idea to talk shit.

Maybe it's a maid, maybe it's a guest in the Castle, but either way you're not having it.

"God, you're annoying." There was a pause before they opened their mouth again, and you rolled your eyes. "No please, by all means, continue to share your lack of taste with the rest of us."

You disassemble this dumbass, starting small with comments about their personality (trying to keep it classy), but escalating the more they choose to double down on the comments.

Alcina comes back into the room to find you practically screaming at this asshole.

"Look, all you have accomplished here today is revealing that you are a fundamental disappointment on every possible level. My life is worse now that I've heard you open your mouth, you disrespectful, shit licking worm fucker."

Alcina is stunned. You do not give off "aggressive guard dog" vibes at all, yet here you are defending her tooth and nail. While she had seen brief moments of your inner strength and protective streak (mostly towards her daughters) she just...never thought you would do the same for her.

It's not because she doesn't trust you or love you! But nobody has ever done something like this for her before? Ever? She's never had anyone try to protect her--not physically, and not even verbally. She's been so independent for so long that it's... Strange to see you support her so openly.

She doesn't need you to do this for her, she doesn't even expect it, but you do it anyway for no other reason than the fact that you love her. You want people to give her the respect she deserves.

I'm going to be real here: Alcina has never been closer to swooning before in her life. You're overcoming your shyness because you believe in her so much-- it's not a gesture meant to be romantic, but Alcina can't help but see this as a massive statement of your commitment to her.

Seriously. This is such a massive thing for her that if proposals weren't already on her mind, she is mentally picking out a ring for you the minute this happens.

Then, of course, she glides into the room, kisses you until you're breathless and babbling, and smirks at the unfortunate peon who thought they could get away with insulting House Dimitrescu.

She's in such a good mood that she's considering going easy on the idiot. Maybe removing their tongue would be enough of a warning?

Donna Dimitrescu

You don't really know how it's possible but apparently some people don't like Donna Beneviento? Some people think she's scary and unpleasant????

Wild. Can't imagine what that's like.

The two of you are honestly the sweetest, most toothrottingly adorable couple-- blushing when you hold each other's hands, sneaking glances at each other across rooms, giving each other kisses and forgetting whatever was on your mind...

Honestly, anybody who's critical of your relationship with your girlfriend is just a hater. Fuckers can pound sand😤

Still, you are pretty shy, so it takes a lot for you to defend yourself if someone comments about you. It can take a lot of courage to stand up against rude remarks, and sometimes it's easier to walk away.

Defending Donna, on the other hand?

The minute someone even thinks about dismissing her, you are ready to throw hands.

"My lovely girlfriend already said no, meaning you're either deaf or too stupid to pick up on simple social cues," you purse your lips and give the rude and pushy Villager a patronizing once over. "You and your opinion are equally useless. Get the fuck away from us."

Donna blinks.

She... Was not expecting this??? At all?? You're so nice! You always tell her about your attempts to avoid confrontation! What's going on??? How did you get the guts to say what she's always wanted to say?

Meanwhile, Angie is LIVING.

The little doll chimes in to assist you with the verbal homicide, working as a tag team to absolutely murder this moron. She's half partner, half hype man, and is so excited to do this with you. Normally, she has to protect Donna all by herself, but she's relieved and reassured that you stepped in first.

'USELESS IS TOO NICE, THOUGH! THAT IMPLIES THEY AREN'T A POINTLESS, RANCID, LONELY FREAK. THEY LOOK LIKE THEY CRY WHEN THEY MASTURBATE.'

You high five Angie, still glaring daggers at the unfortunate villager.

The two of you continue to ream into the villager, while Donna hovers nearby.

As surprised as she is, she's also grateful. She's only really ever had Angie to help shield her from insults and disrespect (and occasionally inducing horrifying hallucinations that make people claw off their own skin), but having you in her corner makes her feel safe.

Not to get totally sappy, but you're like her knight in shining armor in a lot of ways. And the fact you two are so similar is really motivating-- She wants to one day be confident enough to return the favor. Until then, she's happy to watch her two favorite people have fun insulting some stranger ❤️

Salvatore Moreau

With you being so shy, Salvatore is surprised how often he takes the lead in your relationship.

He's not normally all that outgoing, but you seem to bring out a side of him that's very protective. Whenever you have a bad day he wants to bundle you up and keep you safe from the world.

If he so much as holds your hand you start stuttering and avert your gaze. It creates a feedback loop where you both get flustered, but Moreau has never felt steadier. Despite your shyness, you make sure he knows how much you love him.

You're sweet as pie and twice as kind--Salvatore is the luckiest man in the world, nobody can convince him otherwise 💕💕

So it comes as a total shock that when a passing fisherman spits in your path and calls him a freak, your entire demeanor does a 180.

Your posture straightens and you look the villager dead in the eye, "I don't believe anyone asked your opinion."

Salvatore: 😳

This is not the time, and he totally knows it, but, uh, something about your tone??? Really does it for him???

While he's attempting to process why exactly he's starting to short circuit, you proceed to verbally shred this person to bits with clinical efficiency-- nothing is off limits.

They might try to defend themselves, but it's useless. You do not let up.

"Ugly? Monster? Bitch your teeth are throwing gang signs, don't throw stones from your shining glass house."

You insult their appearance, what they're holding, their smell-- you get so fucking mean that you might even make them cry.

Moreau is just lost right now, trying hard to figure out how exactly you were able to gain all of this confidence so quickly.

He's not upset! In fact he's very flattered! But, he also doesn't want you to get into a fight with some unimportant stranger. (After all, if they so much as throw a punch, they're straight up dead. Moreau is a patient man, but he's not that patient. You do not hurt his partner and live to tell the tale.)

He may a healer but...

Eventually he steps between you and the fisherman in an attempt to deescalate the situation, but you just kiss him on the cheek and step around him, determined to make your point.

Blushing hard, Moreau lets you do what you want. What can he say? Fish man likes himself a protective partner 💞

Karl Heisenberg

Magnet Man is not the most social guy to begin with, so any opportunities you have to stick up for him are already pretty slim.

He mostly knows you as the shy, sweet, easily flustered partner that lets out a cute squeak every time he sneaks up to hug you from behind.

Karl's honestly happy just to spend time with you all alone in the Factory. It's not the best or healthiest mindset, but he'd be perfectly content to only ever see you for the rest of his life. Spending time with anybody else feels like a boring waste in comparison.

But occasionally, you do head out into town with him. Heisenberg wants you to be safe so he doesn't do it often, but running errands with you is a weakness of his. It's domestic in a way that he's never experienced before.

He likes it ❤️

What he does not like is the shopkeeper starting to give their opinions on the quality of your relationship with him.

Most insults Karl will let slide because he doesn't particularly care. However if anyone makes a comment on how scared (shy) you look around him, how you must be being threatened into being with him, how poorly Lord Heisenberg is treating you...he won't stand for it.

But before his fingers can even twitch towards his hammer, you snap.

"You're clearly the blindest cocksucker I've ever met--so wipe the cum out of eyes and mind your own fucking business."

Karl does a double take.

He's heard you curse before, but quietly. The words coming out of your mouth are WILD right now, he has NEVER seen you so angry. You're defending him with the aggression of a wild animal, and it's simultaneously HILARIOUS, but for some reason he's also getting a warm fuzzy feeling in his chest?

He doesn't need you to protect him like this, but seeing you blatantly argue how much you love and cherish him in public reassures him in a way he didn't know he needed.

Still, hearing you call the shopkeeper "shit for brains" is the funniest thing that's happened in years.

Heisenberg starts laughing, and the more you shout at the idiot, the harder he laughs. Is it weird how hard he wants to kiss you right now?

Eventually, he just has to drag you away, cackling as you continue to shout insults at the unfortunate shopkeep. There's got to be an alley around here for some good old fashioned privacy 💕

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[beccascuck]

Becca Makes Her Cuck

I had been thinking about this for some time but never thought I would have the courage to actually bring the subject up with Becca. I had jokingly, in the past, made comments about her being with other men but never in my wildest dream thought we would discuss the subject seriously. While kind of teasing each other one afternoon, I said, “I want to watch you get fucked by a guy with a bigger cock than mine.” I don’t know where it came from, it kind of just popped out of my mouth. 

Her response was not what I expected. She replied, “I wouldn’t want someone much larger than you”. A knot twisted in my stomach as my dick strained to full hardness. "Wow." I looked at her, stunned. "I really didn’t think that you would even consider the idea?” I managed, blood pressure rising - simultaneously horrified and aroused that she might actually consider fucking someone else. A million thoughts began racing through my mind.

I thought, well, I have gone this far so, “What about Colby’s friend Tyler. I bet with him being someone small in stature, his cock is not too large.” She kinda seemed taken aback at first and said she didn’t know if she would be comfortable with someone so young. I told her that I would be less concerned about her becoming emotionally involved with someone that young and she seemed to warm to the idea a little then.

I asked her if she wanted me to make a call and see if I could set something up, but she said “let’s slow down a little there fella and let me think about this some.”

The rest of the evening was a long tease session with her sitting on the couch with her pussy exposed and me rubbing, kissing, and licking her feet. My cock was hard as a rock knowing that she was turned on and would make bedtime an extremely fun affair.

When the time came, Becca said, “why don’t we put a movie on and relax a minute. I said sure and told her I was going to take a shower and for her to pick the movie. When I came back in the bedroom, I noticed that the movie was a woman getting fucked while a man sat on the edge of the bed watching.

“So what caused you to pick a movie about a woman cuckolding her husband,” I asked. She said she just picked the movie out of the blue and didn’t realize it was about cuckolding. I did not believe her and continued to tease her, "Uh huh. Sure you did babe."

She had been rubbing her pussy when I came out of the shower but now blushed, temporarily closing her legs momentarily in embarrassment. "I'm serious..." she whined as she began to rub her clit again.

I said nothing, but approached her on the bed.

Becca’s pussy looked divine, damp and plump as her delicate fingers massaged her clit. I instinctively crawled towards her pussy face first. She saw my intent and closed her legs tightly, removing her hand. “Not so fast,” she said, jumping off the bed and heading for the closet. She returned shortly with a wooden paddle and told me to bend over the footboard and to spread my legs. The next thing I knew, she was slapping my ass with the paddle a good bit harder than she had ever done before.  She told me that since I was going to make fun of her, I was going to pay for it. “I am going to spank your little ass until it’s bright red,” she said, “and just so you know, I sometimes do think about what it would be like to fuck someone with a cock bigger than that as she gave my dick a few gentle tugs. She snickered and opened her hand, now grabbing my cock and saying “It might be better suited for your little buddy if I just used my thumb, index and middle finger.” She smiled devilishly as she started jerking me off.

My cock immediately hardened as she really knew how to push my buttons, though I suspected she wasn't entirely kidding about the size of my cock.

She snickered and then looked me in the eye and said, “Well, why don’t you fuck me with that giant cock of yours.”

She kept teasing me about how little it was, and that the thinness made it so she couldn't feel anything. I felt stings of humiliated pleasure course through me with every wicked jab she made at my size. I kept thrusting inside her pussy, although it didn't feel very tight around my slender cock. She complained that even my finger felt better than my dick.

The sight of her beautiful face making those bitchy remarks at me while her tits flopped about in front of me was getting to be too much to bear. I started humping faster, my breath getting shallow and my balls tightening. She smiled as she picked up on what was happening. I started grabbing at her tits, squeezing and molesting them with my hands.

I grunted as I drove my hips as far forward as I could, my balls clenching and relaxing several times as I spilled every last drop of semen I had as deep as my little cock could inside her.

She threw her head back and faked an orgasm. "You really fucked me good with that little guy, didn’t you? Well, if you want me to treat you like a cuckold then act like one and make sure you take care of that mess in my pussy,” she commanded.

I bent down to her soaked pussy. There wasn't much indication she'd been fucked, besides the white streams of my cum. She grabbed the back of my head and pushed my face into her crotch. I couldn't help but notice how incredibly wet she was. She moaned immediately in response.

I licked, kissed and suckled on her beautiful pussy, cleaning up my mess and making sure her cunt was in pristine condition, if only rather wet. She made me swallow down every drop of my salty cum out of her pussy, the thought of her being pleasured by someone else went through my mind.

I glanced up to see her eyes fixated on the television, the moans of the the woman in the movie echoing from behind me. I removed my mouth to catch a breath, "Well? Do you like the movie?" I asked, somehow knowing she did.

She nodded, and bit her lip, speaking in her sexy voice, "It's crazy, but I do. I've never watched someone get fucked so good before."

Her admission sent my blood pressure through the roof, and I couldn't help but further spur her arousal.

"I bet you Tyler's even better than that." I don't know why I said it.

She clutched into my hair, moaning deeply.

I kissed her clit again, continuing "You can admit you find him attractive, it doesn't bother me."

"Mike, stop..." she whined, but clearly liked the direction I was going with this dirty Tyler talk.

She began moaning, louder than I had heard her in many years. In a moment of total arousal, I admitted it to her - again. "You know that I fantasize about you with a bigger man, right?"

Becca clawed into my shoulders as I licked, sucked and kissed her clit, "Oh god Mike! Keep sucking me!"

My newfound arousal combined with her moaning had removed my typical filter.

"Oh I will baby, and when I'm done I'm gonna call Tyler over here for his turn."

Her eyes began to glaze, and I could sense a powerful orgasm brewing in her. I pushed her over the edge with my words, "I'll sit right there on that chair, and watch as he pounds you with that beautiful young cock of his. I know you want it Becca!"

Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as her body began to convulse, I had only seen her cum like this once or twice in our many years together. She bucked hard, moaning in pleasure. My cock was straining to get hard again. The lust, her beauty, and the admission of my cuckold fantasy was almost too much to bear. 

We clutched at each other as her body shook in post-orgasm relaxation. I looked at her, and her at me - we kissed passionately, and soon she fell into a deep slumber. As for me, I slept little as I tossed and turned unable to think of anything except the possibility of Becca being pleasured by another man.  

Well, life continued as usual for a few days and I came to believe that the other night was just a fantasy that we would probably not visit again.  

However, when lying in bed one night, out of the blue, Becca asked me, “were you serious about what you said the other night?"

I was immediately excited to revisit the admission, and I spoke honestly to my wife, despite some embarrassment. "Yeah... I mean it's not something I think about all the time, but the thought of it does turn me on."

She blushed, speaking quietly so as I could hardly hear. "You're all I need Mike. I can't believe you're such a perv." She said it jokingly, and she smiled more - still blushing. She spoke those words, but the look on her face indicated that at least the thought of it aroused her as well, and that did nothing but inspire me.

I matched her hushed tone, "I know I am babe, but it's just a kinky fantasy." I paused, "I guess thinking about Tyler fucking you. I don't know, it breathed some life into it."

Her face turned flush, and I pressed her. "Would you fuck him?"

She stared down at her phone, "Mike..."

"Judgement free zone Becca, I know you find him attractive. You even said so.”

"Yes, he's attractive - but we are married Mike - so no, of course I wouldn't fuck him."

"Of course we're married, and we're always going to be married."

I paused, and decided to paint an erotic picture to gauge her reaction.

I spoke in a lighthearted, matter of fact tone.

"We are at the house one night, Tyler's there. We have a few drinks, maybe smoke a joint. You flirt with him a bit like you did me the other night. We end up going to the bedroom, the three of us. We strip you down, and he fucks you with that tight little ass and big cock of his. I watch - probably jerk off because I'll be so insanely turned on. Then he leaves, we go to sleep, probably never do it again, and wake up knowing we had some kinky fun one time."

She almost dropped her phone and Becca's face was flush and her eyes wide. "Okay Mike, that's enough." she spoke in a stern tone - and I decided it best be left alone for the rest of the night .

We had never had a conversation like we did that night , and I desperately wanted to revisit it. The next day came and out of the blue, Becca says, ”Mike, are you serious about Tyler fucking me, “I cannot get the vision of him fucking me out of my head. The thought of him pounding my pussy with his cock is really getting to me. I think I really want to try it.” 

She had never been so blunt about sex before so I was pretty sure the thought was much more than a fantasy. I looked her in the eyes and said, “Darling, if that will make you happy, you know I will be overjoyed for it to happen. Let me think about how is the best way to approach Tyler about it.”

Well, as luck would have it, we received a call that same day from our friends saying they were having a get together at their house that Sunday afternoon and wanted us to come. Of course, we accepted as I was almost certain Tyler would be there also.

The day of the get together came and we arrived at the party shortly after the appointed time. After saying hello and visiting for a time, Becca and I found ourselves sitting alone. I looked at Becca and said, “Okay, an opportunity may come to approach Tyler and gauge his interest in participating in our little game. What do you think?” She looked at me and nodded yes slowly and I could see her flush as embarrassment but a little excitement also came across her face.

It wasn’t long before Tyler walked across the patio and we found ourselves with just him and us. As he approached, I stopped him and asked, “Hey Tyler, do you still have a hookup for some weed?” He stopped, looked a little surprised, but replied that he did and as a matter of fact had some now. I asked him if he’d be willing to share and again he said he would. I asked if he was free next Saturday night? He said, “I sure am, what do you have in mind?” I replied, “Why don’t you come by our house about eight o’clock Saturday night and we’ll hang out and smoke a joint?” He said, “That sounds great, we will see y’all then.”

I looked at Becca, wondering just how much embarrassment she might be feeling right now. I almost felt bad for her, but I realized it ultimately wasn't a big deal. "Babe? We didn't have any plans. And if it doesn’t play out in a way that makes you comfortable, then we just smoke a little weed with him and send him on his way. Okay?“

She nodded slowly, coming to her senses but probably not even hearing my question, "Sure." she said. We’ll see how things go.

Well, that week seemed to drag by with no mention of what was in store for us come Saturday. When Saturday afternoon finally arrived, it came time for her to get ready for the evening, we both found our way to the bedroom. She walked up to me, kissing me deeply, but then she quickly made a move into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

I stood there dumbfounded, wanting to hear her thoughts on the evening to come. But the only sound I heard was the bathtub turning on. Just as I was about to go take a seat on the bed the door re-opened. I saw Becca's head pop out.

"Babe... Why don't you head down to the store and buy some more wine. A magnum please. I'm gonna start getting ready for tonight." She closed the door behind her again.

My mind exploded, and I stood still for a moment. When her words registered with my brain I rushed to the bathroom door pushed it open. Becca was naked, her one leg on the side of the tub, shaving her legs.

"You're going to fuck him?" I asked, breathing heavily, panicked, stunned, aroused.

She glanced over at me, calmly. “Probably not silly, but I want to make sure I have plenty of wine in-case something stupid happens tonight. I might need it to help me calm down afterwards“

I was confused, lost in a maze of perverted arousal. I continued to be at a loss, asking again. "I don't understand. If you're not going to fuck him... Why do you think something stupid could happen?"

She pulled her leg down from the side of the tub and staring at  me. She pulled me to the tub, kissing me sexily, breasts mashing against my chest. She reached for my pants, massaging my hardening dick beneath the fabric.

"I just want to have plenty on hand, just in case." She kissed me again, this time tantalizingly on my neck.

"In case what?" I managed.

She was toying with me. I hated it, and I loved it. She spoke again, looking at me with sex in her eyes, "Are you going to get the wine?” was all she said.

In a trance, I nodded.

A couple hours later my wife and I were sitting in our den. Becca looked absolutely divine in a tightly fitted blue dress, high heels that showed her sexy toes, and her brown hair cascading down to her shoulders. She was glowing with sexual energy. As for myself, I was filled with a more nervous energy. I was enamored with Becca’s teasing earlier in the afternoon. There were a thousand butterflies in my stomach as I wondered where the night might lead us. 

I poured us a couple glasses of wine and sat, simply regarding one another. Few words were spoken. I would graze her ear and fix an earring, and she would rest her hand on my knee, smiling sexily. We would lean in and steal the occasional kiss, and my eyes would linger on her cleavage, lightly glittered from moisturizer. It wasn't long before he arrived.

Tyler was wearing beige slacks and a snug dress shirt, he immediately sat down on the couch as that was the only seat not taken.

"Evening." He greeted us with a smile.

"Good evening." Becca spoke sweetly. “Can I get you a beer or something else to drink?” “Beer will be perfect.” Tyler replied.

The conversation flowed naturally, Tyler opened another beer and I disposed of his empty. It wasn't long before we were all a bit tipsy. Tyler pulled a joint from a pouch he had brought in and he and I shared the smoke. An hour passed and the three of us were laughing and having a good time. 

Becca was nearly shaking with nervous excitement. Next thing I knew she went to refill her wine glass. When she returned she sat on the couch next to Tyler. A few minutes passed and I saw her place her hand on Tyler’s thigh. Becca's face turned a light crimson as she began to rub up and down on his thigh and lightly kissed him on the lips. He looked a little surprised and looked across at me, excitement in his eyes as he realized what was happening. “Are you okay with what she is doing, Mike?"

I glanced at Becca, who's face was bright red and eyes wide. I didn't know how to reply, so I took a deep breath, and a long sip of wine, really searching for the right words.

"In theory." I managed. Y’all just keep going and you or her can stop at any time this isn’t working for any of us.

"Here." He adjusted his seated position, moving slightly to face more towards Becca. As I looked on in aroused horror she moved her hand to his upper thigh. I then noticed the bulge running down his pant leg. Becca’s hand was on his cock!

Becca reached up to cover her mouth with her free hand, seemingly in shock. After years of fantasizing about such a perverted scene, to finally see it - it wreaked havoc on my mind. But I was immediately aroused. "My gosh.” My wife let the words out in a whisper. "I can't believe I'm doing this."

"No harm at all." I managed, somehow. I continued to look as my wife's small hand slowly moved up and down the length of his concealed cock, gently grasping at his thickness through his thin pants.

We all sat in a totally delirious trance of lust and heightened arousal as my wife explored his manhood.

After a few minutes of heavy breathing and high blood pressure Becca spoke to Tyler, “Are you enjoying this." Of course his reply was yes.

Becca looked at me with worried, lustful eyes.

"Tyler, why don't you give us one minute to talk." I spoke.

"Certainly." He stood, seemingly unconcerned with the massive tent in his pants as he headed to the restroom.

"Do you want to continue this in the bedroom?" I asked my wife, anxious, panicked, hopeful.

"Oh god Mike what are we doing?" was her reply.

I leaned in and kissed her. "We have been married for years Becca. We love each other and we are just spicing things up a little - it's completely normal, and incredibly exciting."

"Aren't you worried, embarrassed?" She asked, concerned.

"No, I'm excited. I can't explain it but I'm completely fucking excited."

I decided to see just how excited she was, and I reached into the bottom of her dress, rummaging for her panties. She gasped, eyes bolting wide. They were absolutely soaked.

"I think we should go to the bedroom." I said, smiling.

"...Okay." she whispered.

We both stood in a sexual trance. I looked around in a fog of impending sexual doom. Tyler returned and saw us both.

I spoke, "I think we should move this party to the bedroom."

He smiled, excited. "Great."

I was delirious with arousal, feeling like I was in another dimension with how fast things had progressed. The looming reality of my cuckolding was both sending my mind into a spiral, and turning my dick into steel.

When we reached the bedroom Becca gently grabbed Tyler by the hand, ushering him to the bed.

I left to go to the kitchen and get us each another drink. When I returned I saw my wife kissing another man for the first time in my life.

The moment would be burned into my mind for all time. My heart began pounding as their lips met, my stomach tied in knots, my dick stood rigid. One of her legs was draped over his as she continued to play with the erection beneath his tenting slacks. I stood frozen as one of his hands cupped her breast, seemingly tickling at her nipples beneath the fabric.

Becca paused and glanced up at me, eyes wild and blushing in deep embarrassment. “Are we still okay with this Mike." “Yes, so far,” I replied.

As I slowly walked over and sat, Tyler leaned back onto the bed. I looked on in terror as Becca slowly began unbuckling his belt, it wasn't long before he was sliding his slacks down. He wasn't wearing any underwear and his cock sprung immediately upwards, incredibly aroused, and about what I would say just bigger than average in length, but easily 2 to 3 inches bigger than mine. Its’ girth also was easily double mine and Becca was staring at it somewhat mesmerized. Tyler is about my height and in much better shape so the size of his cock was surprising. He shuffled the pants to the floor, tossing them to the side along with his loafers. His cock was now the center of attention in the room, his balls rested on the mattress, and he leaned back looking at Becca.

My wife's expression was wide eyed, fixated on his manhood. For the second time tonight she gently grabbed his cock. I watched awestruck as her small hand encircled his erect cock.  She slowly began pumping his cock, completely entranced by it. Tyler reached out and groped her tits as she jacked him off, leaning his head back in pleasure.

My dick began straining hard against my own pants, but I didn't move to adjust it - I was frozen. My mind couldn't process the scene occurring before me.

"It's so nice.” I heard my wife say through a haze of lust.

Tyler slowly removed his shirt, exposing his taunt youthful torso. He moved to stand, and my wife stood up off of the bed in the process. In one swift motion she unzipped the back of her dress, peeling it upwards and exposing her sopping panties, and bursting bra. He wasted no time, Becca under his spell, he deftly unclasped her bra - allowing her lovely breasts to spill out, pale nipples as erect as I had ever seen them. His hand cupped them both, raising them, jiggling them - and then he buried his mouth onto her tit. It caused her head to tilt back and the first moan of undoubtedly many to escape her mouth.

My mouth went dry, it was the most erotic scene I had ever seen, my entire body was frozen, gripped to the chair - as I watched this young, well hung man suckle my wife.

She gently sat Tyler back down on to the bed and dropping to her knees she grabbed his cock once again. He leaned back, allowing her to feast her eyes and her hands on his manhood. “I want your cock in my mouth.”

Tyler shook his head and Becca immediately took his hard cock into her mouth. I noticed her rubbing her pussy with her free hand as her arousal dominated her body. Her tits were jiggling sexily as she sucked his erect cock. She began moving faster as she reached out her other hand to massage his balls as well. Tyler tilted his head back again in pleasure, now letting out his own reserved moan.

"God." He looked right at her. "I can't wait to fuck you Ms. Becca.”

Becca froze, seemingly remembering something important. She removed her mouth from his cock and glanced at me for a moment, eyes lost in her own desire, and then she reached for her handbag now plopped on the dresser. She immediately pulled out a condom she must have purchased earlier.

She glanced at him, and then his cock, and broke the seal on one of the packages. She began giggling as the latex condom split in two as she tried to slide it over the girth of his cock head. "Don't worry Becca." He kissed her gently. "I'm gonna cum all over these nice titties anyway." Becca leaned back onto the bed stunned and aroused by the lewdness of his comment. Tyler then leaned in for another passionate kiss, massaging again at her breasts. Her legs instinctively splayed open, and he grabbed her panties, peeling them down around her perfect ass. She lifted her legs, allowing him access to do so, and I watched in perversion as my wife’s panties slipped off her feet. Tyler tossed them to the side.

Her pussy was inflamed and ready. They regarded each other with impossible lust, and Tyler slowly lowered onto my wife on the bed, shifting his knees in between her legs in the process. He leaned atop her, looking down, and began to align his swollen member above her pussy - eventually resting it down against her folds. She squirmed in anticipation, momentarily covering her eyes in disbelief.

I swallowed hard, clearing the lump in my throat.

She looked over at me awaiting the impending collision. Tyler jostled his shaft against her folds which caused Becca to squeal in delight. I leaned in, unable to grasp the gravity of what was occurring. Slowly his cock head began bumping at the entrance to her womanhood. She spread her legs more, inviting him inside of her. She tilted her head back with a loud moan as his head entered her for the first time. She reached down and placed a hand against his leg to prevent him from entering too fast. "Go slow Tyler, you're so big." She whispered it.

"I will sugar." He leaned down and kissed her on the lips as he began another thrust - pushing another couple inches of his manhood inside of my wife. Her next moan was louder. "Oh god!" Every time he reversed you could see more and more of his organ covered in my wife's wetness, until eventually more than half of his cock had entered her.

I knew he was already deeper than I had been in quite some time, and I wondered how she was feeling having that much dick inside of her.

"Oh my god, Tylerrrr!” Her cry was loud, her pleasure obvious.

"Almost home” He replied, and thrust back into her once again. It took several attempts, but I looked on in shock as my wife's delicate pussy lips clung to his cock. She was stretched as she finally took all that he had to offer. His chiseled body was mushed against her plump lily rear - his young cock completely inside of her.

"Do you like this dick, Becca?" Tyler asked, already knowing her answer.

"Yes." Was her reply. She bit her lip, continuing, "I've never felt so full. Mike is no where near this big.”

"I'm gonna fuck this pussy good baby." He said to her, she moaned, and he followed up on his promise.

He began to churn into my wife, shaft pumping in and out of her pussy - a white lathering developing on his length as she creamed all over him in delight. Her legs spread wide, and then around his lower back as she latched on for his ride. Her moaning ramped up slowly, but quickly turned feverish. I had never heard her react to sex in such a manner. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Tyler! Tylerrrr!” She would grunt in between her words, clawing into his shoulders as he ravished her. I began to hear his nut sack flopping against my wife's ass as he drove his hard manhood into her pussy. Juices squirting out all over the bed as their organs collided with one another.

"Oh god! Oh god! Oh my goddd!" Another groan, another moan. I could hear it building rapidly.

It was too much to bear, I had to unzip. I exposed my dick which was about to explode from delirious arousal. However I relented from touching myself for fear of premature release.

"Ohhh! Ohhh! Tyler don't stoppp! I'm gonna...! Ohhh!"

Tyler grunted, sweat developing on his brow as he took my wife to a place I had not taken her in years - a hard vaginal orgasm.

He spoke, "That's it baby. Let it go! I'm gonna make that pussy cum!"

Her body convulsed, legs flailing as the orgasm surged through her body. She clawed hard into his back, screaming as loud as I had ever heard her. I looked on in disbelief as her eyes rolled back into her head. "Ohhh!! Myyy!! Fuckkk...!!" Her pussy was bucking on his hard cock as she unloaded her essence all over his shaft. Tyler held onto her as the waves of pleasure took control of her nervous system. My wife gave herself to him as she achieved the highest sexual peak in years, maybe ever.

He leaned down and kissed her as the orgasm finally subsided. I blinked for the first time in what felt like hours.

“Fuck yeah.” Was all she could manage.

"You're fucking hot Becca." was Tyler’s reply. He pulled her up off the bed, smacking her ass as he began to position her back down on all fours. "Look at this ass too." My wife was still recovering from his first onslaught, blinking heavily as she steadied herself for him. He smacked his erect member against her plump rear a few times, causing some of their sticky sexual essence to cling to her skin. Then he lowered himself and smacked upwards into her clit from her underside. She shuddered as more pleasure returned to her body. That's when she noticed me again, staring at her slack jawed and lust filled.

She smiled, blushing, impossibly embarrassed but as womanly as I had ever seen her. "You were right Mike, this was a good idea." She chuckled absurdly, which caused a smile from both Tyler and I.

"Mike's having almost as good a time as you, I think.” Tyler said to her. Somehow, against all societal norms, he was entirely right. I had never, not since my developing years as a teen first exploring the female body, been as sexually excited as I was here tonight. It was such an absolute mind fuck cocktail of primal emotions that caused the most intense kind of arousal from me.

Tyler slapped her ass again, causing it to jiggle. She looked back at him sexily. "Fuck me." Becca said.

I almost came without physical provocation. Tyler smiled, and stuffed himself in her from behind. Her eyes closed as she took him inside of her again. She loved it.

He began fucking her with passion, gripping tightly into her hips as he claimed her. Her tits began swaying in the most erotic fashion. They bounced back and forth responding to his thrusts, the slapping noise and sexes meeting once again filled the air. Her moans and compliments weren't far behind.

"Oh goddd. It's so good." She looked back at him, "You fuck me so good Tyler."

That's when she looked in my direction, locking into my eyes. I instinctively began pumping my dick.

"Oh god baby he's really fucking me!" She squealed it in a sexy high pitched voice that nearly caused me to cum on the spot.

"I know baby." I replied, throatily.

"Do you really like watching me?"

I drew her attention down to my throbbing dick, "What do you think?"

She moaned, "Oh my god this is so fucking naughty!" she buried her face into the mattress as Tyler continued to pummel her.

Tyler's groans started to grow more frequent, and I had to figure he wouldn’t last much longer.

Becca looked back at me, "Come here Mike."

I stepped out of my pants, and approached her, dick absurdly sticking straight out. She balanced herself and pulled me to her mouth, kissing me as passionately as she had ever before.

She kissed me for a few moments, eyes connecting with mine as Tyler dominated her sex from behind. It was too much, as I pumped my cock I was moments from cumming. Suddenly Tyler groaned, pulling his cock out and twirling Becca onto her back, tits flopping wildly as she hit the bed. He unloaded, rope after rope of his heavy seed erupted from his engorged head, splashing against my wife's breasts and face. The sight of it caused my own eruption, and I came all over her face also. She looked on completely in disbelief as her husband and a man she had only let in her bedroom for the first time came all over her body. Although Tyler's load was much more substantial than mine it made no difference to me - it was an insane sexual high for all three of us.

After the ejaculation had subsided the three of us were silent for a moment, and then Becca smiled. Suddenly we broke into a relaxed, relieved, satisfied laugh. 

After a few panting breaths, my wife spoke. "I need to clean up." Becca said, absurdly - standing. Cum was coating seemingly her entire body. Tyler shuffled his pants on and moved to the kitchen for another beer. I strapped my own trousers back around my waist, and collapsed back onto the bed.

"Good shit. Right Mike?" Tyler offered, somehow casual.

I could only nod, still rather delirious. "I can't believe how hot that was, it doesn't make sense."

"Hah, I know it."

Before I could continue the discussion I found myself fast asleep, or rather, awoken to a darker room some hours later. I was groggy, and I realized that the sexual release, the drinking, the weed, the excitement - had all combined to sap my energy.

I glanced around to an empty room, but before long the noises made themselves apparent.

My wife was moaning, distant, but near. I soon saw a light shining through the cracked bedroom door. I stood, stomach once again in that now familiar knot, dick once again standing at attention. I slowly paced, barefoot, across the living room carpet.

Her groans grew louder, and the noises of their bodies mating began to make an appearance. I glanced into the door and saw them, naked, fucking on the den floor.

This was the site of my true cuckolding, where their honest admissions made an appearance. They were fucking freely, enraptured by one another's sexuality. They had experienced that initial explosion of sexual exploration, and now they were aimed at something deeper.

He had Becca doggy style on the floor. I looked on as my wife's tits bounced violently as he took her from behind. Her ass jiggled as she received his assault. It was similar to the scene from earlier, but their words were more inciting.

"God I love this tight pussy." Tyler gritted his teeth and smacked my wife's ass, pumping his organ in and out of her as he spoke.

"Oh fuckkk..." Becca's moans were passionate and unshackled, she looked back into his eyes. "I love that beautiful cock."

Their words were hushed, seemingly to avoid waking me. She moaned back at him as she spoke.

He grabbed some of her hair, picking up speed, his nuts were smacking into her clit as he fucked her. He was in total control.

"Who's pussy is this?" He pulled harder on her hair as he asked. I had never been so assertive with her.

Her eyes glazed over as she searched for the words. A lump formed in my throat as I began to fidget with my dick as I watched. Becca moaned low, "Oh! Goddd…It’s been so long since anyone fucked me like you Tyler!"

He smacked her ass again, this time harder. Her cheeks rippled in response. I looked on as her toes began to curl. It was, absurdly, the first time I noticed her nail polish all evening. "Who own's this pussy Becca?" He repeated it.

She groaned again, closing her eyes as an orgasm brewed deep within her loins. He smacked her ass yet again, causing her to shake. "Tell me I own it Ms. Becca. This is my pussy."

She moaned again, his pace quickening, her tits bouncing as his cock reached depths of her womanhood that I had never been.

She looked back at him one last time, eyes fully distant, lost in the purest form of lust. "It's your pussy Tyler. Take it baby."

They both moaned deeply, lowly, truly. Becca squealed as her ass bucked back into his crotch, milking him as he released his seed deep into her womb. Her hands clutched into the carpet, her toes curled violently. He roared, "Oh fuck yeah baby! I'm cumming in this married pussy!" His scrotum pulled up into his shaft as it pulsed, unleashing rope after rope of potent seed deep into my wife. She screamed in complete pleasure as this man claimed her in every primal sense of the word.

Becca looked over and saw me watching them. She was lying there with a look of contentment on her face. She smiled and said, “you want to taste it don’t you?” I just swallowed and didn’t know what to say. She stuck 2 fingers in her pussy and fingered herself. She then pulled her fingers out, covered in his cum and held them out toward my mouth and said, “clean my fingers cuck.”  

I immediately took Becca’s cum covered fingers in my mouth and began to clean them. “You like it when I call you my little cuck don’t you baby. Now I want you between my legs cleaning Tyler’s cum from my pussy. I want you to be my little cum eating cuckold from now on, Becca said.”

I did not know it at the time, but my little cock would never penetrate Becca’s magnificent pussy again. She told me after experiencing a real cock, my dick could never measure up. And so my life as a real life cuckold began.