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nctstar · 3 months

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poly! nct 127 ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ threesome ver.

hard dom members x sub reader

pairing: nct 127 x fem!reader

word count: 2.6k

genre: smut

warnings: sexual content so minors please dni! everything is consensual, hard dom members, heavy degradation and bsdm content (don't read if triggering), safeword discussed, oral (male and female receiving), rough penetrative sex (unprotected, please be safe irl), manhandling, hair pulling, painplay + impact play (whipping), face slapping + spanking, squirting, fingering, clitoral stimulation, double penetration (same hole), a lot of crying, begging, sexual punishment, daddy kink, kissing, anal (female receiving), multiple orgasms + overstimulation, intense orgasms, mentioning ex during sex, handjob, hand over mouth (female receiving), profanity, (everything is really messy idk how to write this so you hopefully get what i mean)

disclaimer: this is a fanfiction purely from my (filthy) imagination. I don't know the nct members and don't claim that they act like this in real life. I also do not condone any of the activity by any of the characters in this fic. everything is consensual and safewords/limits have been discussed prior to the scene - sex is only sex when it's fun for both parties, please keep this in mind <3

a/n: so um...here's this. I was running on matcha coffee 3 hours of sleep and 2 episodes of pretty little liars all before 9am yesterday when something in my body just felt COMPELLED to write this, so here it is :D also labyrinth ch 2 is COMINGG i just need time to write it in a good way, but i've planned the entire thing and am excited to see how it ends up. also, i've decided to make poly! nct a series, not quite sure if i'll keep the same pairings or how this will work but it won't only be smut, i plan to write lots of different types of scenarios for them. anyways, love you, bye for now xx

Mark & Taeyong ~ Thighs slipping against each other, water dripping down to your ankles as you stumbled towards Taeyong’s parted legs. “Bend over.” He commanded, but you felt the shove before you could, pushing you forward with a gasp. Mark’s open hand now pressing down on the shallow bend of your back, he toyed with the strings of your bikini bottom, chuckling darkly at your every whine. Taeyong grabbed your chin roughly, forcing your face inches away from his. You winched as his grip tightened, hard enough to leave bruises. “Fucking slut.” Your heart hammered as you felt the cold air hit your now bare core and ass, Mark squeezing the plush of your behind as he groaned in pleasure. “Fuck, she’s so sexy.” He drawled. The panic began to quicken, pouring down your veins like ice water when you felt the wood-hard bulb of his dick press against your exposed hole. Eyes watering, you begged, not quite sure what you were begging for. “Please, please, p-please…” Mark slapped your ass in response, the tears now rolling down your cheeks as you cried out. Your vision whitened, side of your face stinging as Taeyong slapped you, twice, the edges of his ring marking a spot underneath your cheekbones. “Bend the fuck over. All the way.” You nodded as you cried, shutting your eyes as you held your ankles and let your head hang down, the blood rush making you delirious.

The pain and pleasure made your legs tremble, losing control of your body, gripping until you felt the bony edges of your ankles, moans ripping themselves from your throat as Mark bottomed out. “So big, please…” You gasped, as if his cock choked you from the inside. You babbled apologies, shaking your head when you heard the sound of Taeyong’s zipper above Mark’s sloppy thrusts. “Please, n-no…no more, I can-nghh,” you trailed off, feeling your own release grease your inner thighs, shame pooling in the bottom of your stomach. “We’re not done here, slut. No safe word means you still want this. Stupid whore.” Taeyong groaned as he pumped himself to his full hardness, watching you shakily squat down to the cold tiles, listening for any signs of protest. You stayed quiet, heaving, a sudden urge to let go as your head throbbed from your last orgasm. You felt Mark wrap one arm around your lower stomach, pressing down hard and lifting you off the ground. You squealed, trying to push his arm away, the muscles bulging underneath his skin. “You’re too rough with m-me…” Your knees hit the cold tiles as Taeyong pushed his length into your mouth, another hand holding you in place and gripping your hair tight. “Can you cum like this? Hmm?” Your head spun, pussy throbbing from the humiliation, Mark’s legs now caging your body as you stared up at Taeyong, cock bruising the back of your throat. Your pleas were lost around his length as Mark began to press his fingertips into your scalp, making you sob. “What’s the matter? Too rough?” He teased, his laugh searing into your brain. You pressed your thighs together as something sent you over the edge, making you spray all over the tiles like a rabid animal. As you gasped for air, Taeyong kept thrusting in your mouth, groaning as he came, moonlight hitting the sheen on his skin as you swallowed every last drop.

Jaehyun & Johnny~ “Faster, sweetie.” His words dripped sticky like honey in the shell of your ear. Your legs wobbled, biting your lip so hard you tasted rusted metal. With Jaehyun’s semi-hard cock nestled inside of you, you tried to grind your hips quicker, earning a satisfied groan from Johnny. “Good girl.” You moaned in pleasure, shockwaves of euphoria running through your body, but moments later, Johnny gripped you around the waist, fingers digging harshly into the plush of your sides. “But not fast enough.” You whimpered, knowing what comes next. Jaehyun brought one arm up to wrap around your shoulders, pulling your face into the crook of his neck. As you shook your head, he shushed you quietly. “Wanna use your safe word?” You shook your head, and Jaehyun held you tighter against him, the fingers of his other hand travelling down to press down on your clit. “Such a nasty little doll for us to fuck.” You moaned when he sped up, tears flowing down your cheeks as you came. “So quick to cum too. Open.” You thought he meant open your eyes, so it took you by surprise when he pressed his fingers past your slightly parted lips, pressing down on your tongue until drool ran down your chin. “Silly girl.”

Your body jerked when you felt the thick tip of Johnny’s cock press against you. You gazed pleadingly at Jaehyun, as if to beg for mercy. “Can’t even use our cocks right. Gotta do all the work ourselves. Stupid girl.” You buried your face into Jaehyun as the heat of embarrassment blossomed across your face, but Johnny wasn’t having it. One quick wrap around his wrist and your head was yanked back, scalp burning from the impact, stray strands of hair falling limply across your face. “What do you say, hmm?” The stretch burned deliciously as he continued to push inside you, tucking himself right next to Jaehyun, so good you forgot how to breathe. “Mnghh, y-yes, s-so good, please, please, Daddy, l-love it, love being stuffed…” Your mouth slackened as an unexpected orgasm rendered you numb. When your senses returned, you felt Jaehyun grind his hips upwards in smooth, fluid, quick snaps, while Johnny pounded you from the back. You cried as you felt another orgasm be torn from you, piece by piece. “F-fuck, oh my god!” Johnny’s arms wrapped around your neck, your fingernails tearing at his biceps for air as you squirted hard over both of them. “Please, Daddy, can’t-“ As he released you, letting you fall onto Jaehyun’s toned torso, you cried, stuttering in between shaky breaths. “T-thank, you, thank you…”

Haechan & Taeil~ “It’s too big…” you whined, lube running down the crevices between your legs. Haechan shushed you, petting your hair. “You’re okay, kitty. Remember we use our words when we want to stop, hmm?” You nodded, remembering the safe word. You couldn’t lie – it felt equal parts weird and good. You felt Taeil lift you by your arms, letting you wrap your arms around him. “Mmm, Daddy…” you sighed as he sucked and nipped at your neck. The dildo continued to travel inside your ass, and Taeil whispered in your ear. “You’re gonna take it all, right? Like a good kitty.” You cried as the stretch started to make you force yourself off the dildo, but Taeil grabbed your thighs, pressing them against his so you couldn’t move. “Shhh…” he continued to kiss along the shell of your ear, while you protested. “Daddy, f-fuck, wait, it’s so b-big…” Haechan was relentless, and without warning, began to thrust it upwards. You felt like your entire world had been split into two, your stomach torn to shreds. “Oh my god!” you screamed. “H-Hyuckie!”

“Naughty kitty…you thought I hadn’t noticed that you were flirting with Mark today?” You cried, shaking your head as he continued his pace. Your heart pounded at the thought of him going faster, even though you knew you could stop him at any point. “Bad kitty.” He tutted. Taeil’s bulge grew underneath your pussy, and you made the mistake of glancing down. “Nasty kitty.” Haechan’s breath tickled the side of your neck, and your body started to shake in pleasure. “Hnghh…” Taeil laughed. “You’re soaking me, kitty. You’re really gonna cum from your punishment?” His teasing tone made you moan incessantly, and he grabbed your hand, shoving it under the waistband of his shorts. “Daddy first.” You nodded, stroking him under his pants as Haechan continued to fuck your ass with the dildo, groaning at your pornographic sounds. “What do you say, kitty?” You felt Taeil coat your hands with cum, and your legs shook. “H-Hyuckie, please, can I cum?” He stayed quiet, pressing the dildo fully inside you. You continued to beg as he pushed his cock inside you, sliding down Taeil’s body agonisingly. “Can’t, c-can’t hold it in, p-please…” Taeil pressed your face on his crotch while he chuckled. “What about me, honey?” With tears running down your face, you begged, “C-can I cum, Daddy…please – oh!” the breath left your lungs as Haechan yanked the dildo out, sheathing himself inside your ass. “Cum, kitty.” You stammered words of relief as you came the hardest you ever had, Haechan finishing all over the curves of your ass and lower back.

Jungwoo & Yuta~ You couldn’t see anything, but you knew it was him. You’d recognise his lips anywhere, tongue slithering up inside you like snakes. “J-Jungwoo.”

You heard the whip crack before you felt it, a diagonal line on your back, white-hot pain seeping into your body. You fought a sob as Jungwoo kissed your neck, the lips on your core still sucking and kissing your sensitive folds. “Wrong.”

He waited for you to give you the all-clear, to nod, letting him know you were still good to continue before he left your side, and it was silent again.

You yelped in surprise as you felt someone nip at your chest, one hand pressing your back to keep you still. You whimpered, the sudden jolts of pain making your body writhe under his arms. “Y-yuta.”

You were released immediately, but your breathing remained laboured. For a second you thought you were wrong again, and you held your breath, squeezing your eyes even though you were blindfolded. “Correct. Last one.” You felt your head be yanked back by your hair, making you yelp. “A-ah, it hurts…” You feel something rub against your lips, the shape and texture making you quickly realise it was a cock. You whimpered involuntarily, knowing this one would make or break this game. You swirled your tongue around the end, sucking on the tip, kissing blindly around the shaft, your lips meeting the softer skin of the balls as you did. “Jungwoo.” You continued kissing, sucking, bringing your hands up to cup his balls, and that’s when you heard him groan. “Fuck. So filthy, isn’t she, Yuta?”

He laughed, and you felt the air between your legs. He sucked your clit, making you moan onto Jungwoo’s length. “A-ah, feels good…” Yuta hummed into your core. “Filthy sluts like you…” he kissed you, “…deserve…” he swirled his tongue inside you, holding your knees down when they rebounded upwards to move away from his mouth, “to cum over, and over…” You came with a cry as he sucked relentlessly, but you were cut off by Jungwoo pushing his cock inside you, making you gag noisily. “If you like my cock so much, let me give it to you.” Dizzy with relief, Jungwoo lay you on your back, the sheets slipping against your bare skin as you slid your body upwards. Yuta held you down, pressing your stomach into the mattress, watching as your back arched off the sheets rhythmically, tits rolling with each movement. “S-so good, fuck, f-fuck…” Your legs felt like jelly as Jungwoo held your face in place, the new angle over you allowing him to thrust in your mouth, the weight of gravity making his cock heavier than usual. Balls slapping against your chin, you felt it bulge in your throat, wrapping your fingers around yourself to feel it slip in and out of you. He pulled out slowly, a slurry of coughs and moans filling the air as you felt yourself cum onto Yuta’s face, his fingers rubbing the inside of your knees to ground you. You babbled incoherently, not knowing whether you wanted Yuta to stop, for Jungwoo to leave. The tip of Jungwoo’s cock on your lips brought to back to Earth. “Give me a kiss.” You kissed him diligently. “Y-yes sir, love this c-cock so much…” He came all over your ruined face to finish the job, just as you felt Yuta press himself inside you, sensitive clit screaming from the stretch.

Doyoung & Jaehyun~ “Stop, s-stop…” Jaehyun halted his fingers as you shuffled your bare body on his satin pants, pressing your legs together to centre yourself in the midst of your post-orgasmic haze. “Already came.” Jaehyun leant his head over your shoulder, bringing your naked body closer to his. “I know, sweetie. Wanna see you make another mess…” He brought his hands closer to your core, watching and waiting for you to protest. You didn’t. You were watching Doyoung, watching the way his shirt hung off him desperately, inches of his body peeking out from under the fabric. “Like what you see?” You moaned unexpectedly when Jaehyun dug his fingers inside you, running his fingers across your spongy walls. “A-ah…” Your mouth hung open, the pleasure more intense than before. Doyoung walked across to tilt your chin upwards, wrapping his fingers around your jaw while his thumb ran across your swollen bottom lip. “What was that you said about your ex? How he made you finish so hard you had to throw away your sheets?” The implications of his words somehow made that knot in your stomach tighten, every stroke of Jaehyun’s fingers now bringing you to the edge of euphoria. “Answer me.” He squeezed your cheeks as you made guttural noises, your orgasm hitting you at once. Jaehyun sped up his fingers, not caring when he felt your insides grip him like a vice, as it begging him to slow down. The slap of his palm against your clit was brutal, and Doyoung pressed his open palm against your mouth. “If you’re not gonna answer me, then you don’t deserve to speak, whore.” Tears sprung to your eyes as you grabbed at Doyoung’s wrist, pleading. He watched you carefully. “Nod if you remember the signal that replaces the safeword.” You nodded eagerly, and he stepped closer to you, his other hand now pushing the back of your head into his palm, holding your head in place.

“Finish me off. Hurry up.” You grabbed at his pants, the silky fabric slipping away as you wrapped your hands around his length. He groaned, bringing your head to his stomach as he let go of your mouth, letting you breathe into his stomach. “Good girl. Stay quiet now.” You whimpered, losing count of the times you had already came. Jaehyun pulled his fingers out, pressing onto your clit now. You lifted your head off Doyoung. “Nghh, wait, not there…” Doyoung smacked your head in warning, making tears spring to your eyes. “This is why you haven’t squirted yet. We’re too nice to you. Always listening to you, treating you like a princess. When all you are is a dirty whore.” His words made the tears run down your face, but you were turned on more than ever. Jaehyun sucked at your neck aggressively, his voice deep and sonorous. “We’re not finished until you’ve squirted hard enough to ruin these pants. Then once again around my cock. And then around his.” You wailed, feeling your orgasm approach you in towering phases. “Ah, ah, feels w-weird, fuck, wait, I think I’m gon-“ You were cut off by Doyoung’s fingers, pressing inside you while Jaehyun drew circles on your clit. “Don’t fucking stop jerking me off. Don’t care if you’re cumming.” You threw your head back, quickening each flick of your wrist as you felt yourself reach your high, each cry more intense than the last. Legs shaking, you felt the wetness come out of you in quick bursts, fingers spreading it all over the three of you, through clothes and onto skin.

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writing-for-marvel · 8 months

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Quarantine

[He’s Hazardous To My Health Series]

Paramedic!Bucky Barnes x Resident!Fem!Reader

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Summary: When you get sick at work, Bucky ensures you’re well taken care of.

Warnings: strictly 18+ due to the AU, reader gets sick at work and collapses, Bucky being worried and an absolute sweetheart while taking care of her

Word count: 1.3k (I know this is just a short one but my plan for the next part is quite long)

A/N: so I’ve been sick in bed all this week with covid and the only thing I’ve wanted is Bucky taking care of me. Banners by @vase-of-lilies

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Bucky takes the stairs two at a time.

He’s treated many patients in the field who have tripped on steps doing exactly what he is right now, but he doesn’t care.

All he cares about is getting to you.

Bursting out of the stairwell at level two, Bucky searches for the room Wanda quoted to him over the phone. He’s never been to this area of the hospital before, all the corridors and nurses stations look the same, but as soon as he spots her characteristic red hair, he feels respite from the anxious constriction in his chest.

Wanda thanks him for coming so quickly, as if the news that you were ill, collapsed during a shift and now in a hospital bed of your own didn’t send him into a panic and have him rushing here like his life depended on it, before guiding him to where you are.

The room is dark, curtains pulled all the way over the spacious windows, and serenely quiet other than the whizzing mechanical sound coming from the infusion pump connected to the IV inserted in your arm.

You groan when you recognise that it’s Wanda and Bucky who have entered the room.

“Wan, you didn’t have to call him.” Bucky can immediately tell, just by the sound of your unusually hoarse voice, that you’re clearly not well.

“He’s your emergency contact and you are in no state to work nor drive yourself home, so yes, I did have to call him.” Wanda proclaims in a stern, slightly exasperated tone which indicates to Bucky she likely had this same conversation with you multiple times before he arrived.

“Bucky, I’m okay, you don’t have to be here.” You try convincing him, though you’re not very compelling when your sentence ends with a hearty coughing fit.

“If you were fine you wouldn’t be lying in a hospital bed coughing up your lungs.” Bucky comments as he makes his way over to beside your bed. You look completely fatigued, struggling to even keep your eyes open.

Bucky’s never seen you look weak before, and the clench of his heart at the sight strongly suggests he doesn’t like it one bit.

“I just need a little rest and some IV fluids, then I’ll be fine to go back to work.” Your words almost sound comical with how raspy and fragile your voice is, but Bucky knows your insistence is a testament to your dedication to your job. “There’s really no reason to be worried.”

“I’m always worried about you.” Bucky mentions in a low tone, for your ears only, before placing a gentle kiss to your burning hot forehead. He takes your hand, your skin clammy against his. “Baby you can’t treat patients when you’re like this, you’re at risk of infecting them. Let me take you home.”

You concede as you lift yourself onto your forearms, sitting up in the bed, not without a dry cough being forced from your lungs by the effort. Bucky winces in response to the gravelly sound and the pain twisting in your face.

He wishes he could take it all away. All your suffering, all the sickness. On the job, Bucky is always able to provide assistance - relief from pain, to reduce bleeding, to ease anxiety. But for the one person in this world he cares about the most, he’s subjected to watching her suffer.

“Could you help please?” Holding out your hand where the catheter for your IV is inserted, you look up at him with helpless, wide eyes which makes Bucky smile and his heart flutter in his chest. It’s always nice to be needed.

Sanitising his hands and pulling on latex gloves, he places a sweet kiss to your knuckles before working to remove the IV, aware of your gaze on his every move.

“There you go darling, all done.” Bucky declares with a kiss to your nose, keeping pressure on your hand with his thumb to stop any bleeding before being able to tape a cotton round to it. “Ready to go home?”

“With you, always.”

Bucky protectively keeps his arm around you the entire way down to the staff parking until buckling you in the passenger seat of your own car, cautious knowing you had a moment of lightheadedness earlier today.

You rest your head against the side window, arms curled around yourself as Bucky begins the short drive to your place, turning the heating up to ensure you don’t get cold now that you are out from under the blankets Wanda had acquired for you.

“So… you made me your emergency contact.” Bucky broaches, having previously been unaware of this fact. He contemplated the reason Wanda called him today is because she knows the two of you are in a relationship, but warmth blooms in his chest at the notion you have officially designated him as the person you want to be contacted in a crisis.

“I changed it about a week ago. It was my mom, but she lives out of state… and I thought you’d probably want to know if something terrible happens to me.” It is probably such a minor thing in a normal relationship, just something which sits unutilised in an employee file, but to Bucky, who works in a profession where emergency contacts are critically important, it feels like an honour bestowed upon him to be appointed as yours. “Is that okay?”

“More than okay, darling.” Bucky smiles as the hand he is not using on the steering wheel comes to rest on your thigh, squeezing gently. “If anything happens to you, I wanna be the first to know, good and bad.”

With a snuffle of your nose and the best smile you can muster given your current energy levels, you interlace your hand with his and say “you’re always the first person I want to tell every piece of good news to, Bucky.”

When you arrive home, the first thing Bucky does is lead you straight to bed and tuck you in with two different blankets and the stuffie he won you during your date to the local carnival which visited town last week.

He gathers all the supplies you’ll need for the rest of the afternoon - cold and flu tablets, a water bottle, tissues and throat lozenges, making sure they’re all within reach of your place in bed. Bucky gently washes your feverishly warm face with a cool, damp face cloth, and insists you take a drink of water to prevent from becoming dehydrated.

Then, when you start to say goodbye, for whatever reason thinking Bucky is going to leave you here to be sick on your own, he pulls his Henley off, and climbs into bed behind you.

“No, Bucky…” You whine, feebly attempting to push him away from lying beside you in bed, which is a new and strange experience for Bucky.

“I think the fever has made you delirious, darling.” Bucky chuckles, taking your hand against his bare chest and covering it with his own as he snuggles even closer next to you.

“You’re gonna get sick too if you stay.” Bucky kisses your chapped lips, to prove that he’s not afraid of being with you whilst you're unwell.

“Baby, I had my tongue down your throat last night. If you’re already sick, I’m bound to get sick too.” Even if he weren’t already fated to contract the same illness as you, he’d take that risk just to fall asleep beside you.

You provide no more protest, surrendering to Bucky’s warm embrace and quickly falling into a deep, recuperative sleep. Bucky watches as your chest rises and falls, treasuring every moment he gets to spend by the side of the woman he loves, even if you are slightly sweaty and phlegmy.

When you both wake the following morning, still tangled in each other, you have matching runny noses, sore throats and dry coughs. The following week is destined to be spent curled up in bed together and taking care of one another. At least you don’t have to suffer alone.

Part nine coming soon

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radiant-reid · 1 year

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LOVE your work, I seriously think you're amazing! Could you do a part 2 to the blurb you did about Spencer and the season 14 arrest?

Maybe she really fixed on his comment about how he'd be gentler with her and now she can't stop thinking about him and he notices which makes him a bit cocky? Maybe at the end of the day he brings her back to his hotwl room and shows her how gentle he can actually be? A little smutty??

waittt this was the same episode

R18 content, nothing too kinky but she does call him sir

Something compels you to walk from your room to his once you get back to the hotel. He stayed back at the hotel as well while the rest of the team went out for drinks, and you're choosing to read into that.

"What did you mean?" You ask as soon as Spencer opens his hotel room door. You shouldn't be there, you know that. It's a terrible idea, and you'll be embarrassed forever if you'd taken something he said the wrong way, but you can't help yourself.

So maybe you're going to have to quit your job, change your name, move across the country-or better yet, to a new country- get some plastic surgery, and start a new life. It's worth it for a shot with Spencer Reid.

He frowns at you, and you don't realize until then that he's not wearing a suit. It should have occurred to you sooner since he likely doesn't sleep in a dress shirt, tie, suit jacket, and dress pants, but it hadn't. His t-shirt and Caltech sweatpants are a cozy, comfortable look for him.

"What did I mean by what?" He asks in reply. "Do you want to come in?"

You step forward into his hotel room and he shuts the door behind you. "What you said earlier, about what happened before." You say.

"Descriptive." He teases. He stands less than a foot away from you, cupping your cheek to hold you there. "Tell me what you want, sweetheart."

"You." You admit.

He nods, pleased with you. "How? I promised I can be gentler, but maybe you want me to get rough with you."

Unfortunately, you know you have to pick. "Gentle, first..."

"First?" He repeats, smirking. "Does that mean I get you more than once?"

You nod eagerly. "You can have me as many times as you'd like."

"Good." He agrees, stepping close to you, until your hips slot with his. "I've got plans. Lots of plans. Things I want to do to you, positions I want to put you in."

It makes you shiver when he talks like that, heat rushing to your core. "Yes." You agree.

"You haven't even heard what those things are." He teases, profiling your reactions. "Needy. Although, I might have to test that theory."

You know what he's talking about from how his hips roll against yours, and you can't help but moan, nodding in agreement.

His hand presses against the zip of your pants, and he slowly pulls it down. Before he can touch your skin, he presses his lips forward to capture yours in a passionate kiss. While you're trying to focus on kissing him, he distracts you by unzipping and tugging down your pants.

You moan when his fingertips graze the developing wet patch in your underwear, feeling your arousal. "I'm rarely wrong." He reminds you.

"Please." You beg pathetically, thrusting your hips forward.

He nods, shushing you with a kiss on your forehead. "I don't usually take requests, but I'll make an exception."

"Thank you." You say before adding something you profiled he would like. "Sir."

He pulls you closer, taking his hand off your cheek to firmly grasp your hips. "Smart girl." He coos. "Strip for me, baby." He requests. "Want to see how beautiful you look."

You make a show of it for him, unbuttoning your blouse and slipping it over your head before stepping out of your pants. You're thankful you wore a matching set of underwear.

His hands are back on you again, wrapping around your sides and running his thumbs over your stomach. "Just as gorgeous as I knew you would be." He compliments you, eyes fixed on you. "So beautiful."

You kiss him as a form of gratitude, your own fingers tracing down his chest to palm the bulge in his pants. "How do you want me?" You wonder.

He moves you with a slight amount of force to demonstrate what he's capable of and drops you on the bed. "This will work." He says.

He slots a knee between your thighs, lips attaching to your neck as he leans behind you to skillfully unclasp your bra. His kisses continue down your neck.

"Fuck." You whine, tugging on his curls.

"Language." He scolds, using his hand to hold your throat so you can't look down. He holds you there while he nips at your skin, no doubt leaving a trail of marks in the wake of his lips.

Subconsciously, you grind your hips against his thigh, leaving a wet spot on his sweatpants. "Please, I need more." You beg.

"I know, darling girl." He assures you, pulling back and kissing your lips once more before he takes his shirt off before he tugs his sweatpants down, moving from the bed to take them off. You use his absence to tug down your underwear, exposing yourself fully to him.

Determined to feel all of him, you touch down his chest before reaching his cock, pumping him in your hand. "So handsome."

He drags your hips to the edge of the bed, standing between your legs so he can nudge his cock head over your slit. "Beg for me." He instructs.

"Fill me up, Spencer." You plead. "I want to feel all of you."

He keeps his face close to yours, making intense eye contact while he slides into you, throwing his head back immediately. "Shit, you feel amazing."

You bite your lip, nodding in agreement.

He knows what you're doing and he shakes his head. "No, I want to hear you."

You oblige his request, moaning loudly while he settles inside you. "Move, please." You say, touching his arm.

If he weren't so enamored by how tight and wet you feel around him, Spencer would have teased you about being so desperate. He thrusts in and out of you, filling you up so well you're practically screaming his name.

"Being so good for me." He compliments, not holding back in his deep, perfectly timed thrusts inside you. Every time he pulls out you miss his cock, and every time he fills you back up again, you swear he's gotten longer and thicker.

His fingers travel to your clit, softly circling it as he pushes you closer to orgasm. "I'm so close." You tell him before letting out a string of pleas.

"Let me feel it." He insists. "Cum around me."

It sends you over the edge, gripping his cock as you cum around him, stronger than you ever have before. He follows soon after, thankfully thinking forward enough to pull out and cum on your stomach.

He rests his forehead against yours, panting as you both come down from the high. "I'll, uh, go get something." He says, back to the awkward Spencer you first met, as he scurries to the bathroom to find a face cloth to wipe up his cum.

He's gentle as he touches you, leaning down to kiss you. "Was that okay?" He checks.

You nod, beaming up at him. "Everything I've wanted for a long time."

"Me too." He agrees. "And I'm very glad I get to do this again... if you still want that."

"I really do." You assure him. "Can I sleep here?"

He nods happily. "Of course. I'll get you something to wear."

"Don't want me naked in your bed?" You tease, sitting up to watch him rummage through his bag.

He chuckles, turning around to throw you a shirt. "I would accept that offer eagerly if I'd slept more than a few hours over the last few nights." He tells you. "But when we're back home, and we have a weekend together, you won't be wearing anything... maybe a few selected outfits."

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my-naughty-writings-and-musings · 1 year

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Hiiii! Love the content, truly do. Question: do you write for tfrb? If you do....could you do some spicy hw content with his fem human s/o?

Maybe he feels stressed out asf and dear s/o offers herself to try to ease it...only to end up getting railed, practically manhandled like a doll, and creamed by her firetruck hubby (not that she minds the treatment, in the contrary...she loves it)

He then turns into a cuddle bug and refuses to let go. Thank you!

Anon I absolutely do and thank you for this incredible ask, I will try to do it justice.

For those who don't know: if you like my writing style, you can always commission me, and please reblog to help spread my work! Thank you!

You'd known Heatwave was stressed. Between a string of dangerous rescues on top of managing the day-to-day affairs of his own team as well as the Academy there were few people who wouldn't have needed a break, so you'd decided to go full wife of the year and plan a night off for him. After doing everything in your power to ensure he wouldn't be bothered from dawn to dusk, prepping the padded berth the two of you shared and ordering some new lingerie, you had sent him a message inviting the mech to your bedroom. Your initial plan had been to have him simply blow off some steam with a few rounds of fun, but it had quickly become apparent you'd underestimated just how pent up your beloved fire truck really was.

That discovery had come only a minute prior, but you were finding yourself increasingly loving how wrong you'd been with every frantic thrust.

Pillows stacked in abundance cushioned your soft body as Heatwave pounded into you from behind, his secondary spike just small enough for you to take but large enough to stretch you to the limit the way you liked. Lingerie already disheveled, you clung to the blankets and got loud to let him know just how marvelous he was making you feel. Feral growls and hot blasts of air from his vents let you know the feeling was mutual.

Holding you with one servo, he let out a sound between a snarl and a moan, pulling you close to thrust as deeply as he could into your sopping pussy. The light slap of your flesh against his armor set him off as it always did, and you kept your legs spread as you were lifted clear off the berth, allowing him to set you up however he pleased. You'd made an unselfish commitment to letting him do whatever he needed to relax, and you intended to honor that.

"Heatwave!" you cried as he flipped you over, allowing you to turn your lidded eyes upwards to meet his optics. They fogged with more lust as you moaned his name, steam curling from his vents as he bent over the berth to watch you even more closely. You happily made a show of how good he was making you feel, moaning and crying out with his thrusts whilst you grabbed onto his digits for stability.

The big bot held you all the more tightly as he closed in on a massive and overdue release, throbbing inside of you and making you moan in anticipation of the rush of transfluid you knew was coming. Holding him tight and meeting his gaze, you silently compelled him to come, mouth open wide and eyes lidded in an overwhelmed "come hither" expression that invited him to lose control.

You got exactly what you wished and then some. Optics dilating to pinpricks, Heatwave came hard and fast, roaring out his completion as he overloaded hard enough to send sparks of electricity arcing across his armor. A hot gush of transfluid inside of you pushed you to completion at essentially the same moment, your tight walls clamping around him to invite as much as he was willing to give. Your mutual moans of orgasm shook the picture frames on the walls of your shared room.

Heatwave filled you completely with just a few spurts, allowing the others to gush out of you to gather in a thick puddle on the berth below. The warm fullness was the perfect segway into the afterglow, which you slipped into as the ecstasy faded into total satisfaction. His roars quited to groans that themselves faded to frantic pants of exertion as he himself came down, his armor dripping with coolant from the exertion. Setting you down and bacing his hands on the berth to keep himself upright, he briefly looked ready to pass out before he found his voice.

"I needed that." he sighed, sounding dizzy as he withdrew from you at last. Thick transfluid oozed slowly from your thoroughly stretched pussy, not that you minded as you looked up at him and found his optics drinking up the sight. Shifting his gaze to yours, he managed something like a chuckle before he scooped you up to make room for himself, collapsing on his side as he held your limp self to his chassis.

"Feeling better?" you asked in a barely audible whisper, voice weak from your cries of ecstasy. Heatwave purred and held you close as he always did after fragging, allowing his contented silence and your shredded lingerie to be his answer. It was all you needed.

#valveplug #transformers #lemon #maccadam #robot x human relations #tf #self insert #heatwave #heatwave x reader #human reader #rescue bots #tfrb #nsfw////#transformers x reader #x reader

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psychicreadsgirl · 5 months

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Hello! Can you analyze CRUSH and Joy's relationship?

I feel they're still in the honeymoon stage of their relationship (esp for him). Joy can be kind of capricious and sometimes she can be kind of unreasonable for her demands. Joy is used to being treated very well by others likely due to her beauty (for the most part), and so she expects Crush to go above and beyond for her. In a way she knows that she's the good looking one and he is not as good looking as here, so in a way deep down she feels like he has to make up for that in other ways (like she could have gotten in a relationship with someone more good looking and famous or rich but then settled with him). Joy expects a lot from him emotionally. I see him having to do a lot just to make her happy (not just gifting things but rushing to her when she wants him to). He's happy to do these things now and he's quite considerate/thoughtful towards her. He's also quite romantic, but as time goes on, her need to be treated constantly like a princess can get tiring for him. In a way, he did make her become this way because he enabled that sort of behavior too, so it's not 100% her fault.

I also feel that Crush being inspired by Joy can be harmful to the relationship sometimes. Sometimes she doesn't want him to expose so much about their relationship on air. Joy wants to keep things a bit on the quiet side, but Crush can't help but want to share his love for her and their lovely moments. Sometimes they can argue because of this.

I also get the sense that Crush's friends feel that he is too preoccupied with Joy sometimes like he doesn't really make time for his friends anymore. Most of his time is spent with Joy when he's free or he has to leave earlier from events bc of Joy, so they aren't super fond of her. They don't hate her, but I don't see them loving her a lot like bffs.

I do get some sort of disapproval of Crush from Joy's family. They feel that Joy can do better than him. They don't want them to be married at all because they don't think that Crush can provide Joy with the lifestyle that she wants. Crush, in a way, feels compelled to prove himself by doing more for Joy or perhaps even taking on more work to earn more $. He may write more songs or do more endorsements than before or go on more shows, which can in the long run stress himself too much physically and mentally. It's also possible for him to take on debt like credit card debt/loans just to fulfill that luxurious lifestyle that he wants to give Joy and himself.

While they have some chances of marriage from now till 2026, I don't see those as being particularly high. They do have chances of breaking up between now and 2026. If they do get married, they will likely struggle when they start to live together. They have very different ideas about spending and parenting. Crush will also feel a lot of pressure from Joy's family.

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yukidragon · 1 year

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Okay so uh. I know I mentioned in the comments of a post of yours a couple days ago that I had an idea, except idk where to go with it other than I just have a "what if" thought. So I'm figuring I'd throw it back at ya to get your thoughts on it, because you are incredibly good at this, like holy carp, I am in awe.

The "what if" thought I had, was since we're pretty sure Jack some times hangs around the apt while MC is at work, what if MC had a computer at home and taught him how to use, say, more anonymous based forum sites as well as maybe more basic games like solitaire or point-n-click adventure games. Do you think he would actually feel compelled to use the tech at all, and if he did join a forum site, what would he do on it and how well do you think he'd do to keep his identity hidden? (He reinvented himself once and yet he still had an untimely demise- no need to make anyone think he survived somehow and put his Sunshine in any actual danger...)

Gosh, you really flatter me with such kind praise. Thank you! 💖

Given how quickly Jack managed to pick up how to behave as Sunny Day Jack despite his concerns towards doing the part justice, I think he is pretty good at adapting and learning new things. While the modern technology is going to be pretty shocking - practically the stuff of science fiction in his eyes - I’m sure he’ll start to get the hang of it, with his sunshine’s help at the start of course.

Once Jack starts getting used to learning the internet, I can see him using it as a tool to help him out. After all, he needs to understand the modern day society and technology in order to be of any use to MC and take care of them. It would be useful to look up all the references that MC might make that seem like moon speak to someone who hasn’t experienced pop culture for 40 years.

At first, Jack will no doubt be clumsy on the internet, not quite getting how dangerous it can be. MC is going to need to teach him about the importance of anonymity online, as well as the general climate of the online space. After that though, I’m sure he’ll catch on pretty quickly.

When MC is around, I can see Jack mostly looking up innocent things, like recipes, news articles, or cute animal videos. Totally wholesome things that don’t ruin his brand safe image as Sunny Day Jack.

When MC isn’t around... the more Jack learns, the more he’s going to snoop. I can imagine he’ll figure out how the search history works and look into MC’s search history for what they like looking up and what interests them. The more he knows about them, the better he can take care of them after all!

Then, Jack can advance to learning how to use private internet searches and erase traces of his activities if it’s something a bit... questionable. Not that he would have reason to do it that often of course. At least... as long as nothing is threatening him and his sunshine...

Given how clever Jack is, I can see him learning pretty fast how to hide his online presence. That’s not even going into the possibility that his ghost(?) powers might allow him to do things normal humans can. While he is an analog-based supernatural entity, his existence is attached to a piece of technology that affects video screens, and computers still require monitors to see what’s going on...

I think it’s possible Jack could make an online alias for himself and join a forum or social media, but I think it would be with some particular goal in mind. He didn’t grow up in the internet age, and he’s more physically active. Spending hours wandering around the internet would be a relatively new thing, and the dopamine hits he might get online would be nothing compared to the rush of love he feels from his sunshine... especially when he’s showing them his love~

Though if Jack does have plans of making a big public return as Sunny Day Jack, then perhaps the internet could be useful to that end...

@channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic @sai-of-the-7-stars @cheriihoney @illary-kore @okamiliqueur

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ARC REVIEW: His Scandalous Lessons by Katrina Kendrick

3.5/5. OUT NOW.

Vibes: seduction lessons, gentle hero/traumatized heroine, instalove

Heat Index: 7/10

Anne needs help finding a husband--it's the only way she can escape her abusive father and worse fiancee. She offers notorious rake and political blackmailer (and enemy of her father) Richard a deal: if he teaches her how to seduce a husband, she'll give him information he needs. The problem? She may be, however unintentionally, seducing Richard.

This is an interesting one. It got off to a really good start. I like the characters, and they have good chemistry. I'm definitely intrigued about the rest of the series, and will most likely be checking it out. But it went by very quickly. This would have benefited from more page time, and for that matter, more time luxuriating in the romance. Anne and Richard get together fast, and the story takes a pretty dark turn from there--one I expected, but even then it felt tonally dissonant from the frothy, heady love story I'd read up until then.

I know this book was published in a different form earlier, and I wonder if it was any longer. As it is, this is compelling and makes plenty of good points about nineteenth century politics and the abuse suffered by women. But it's pretty rushed.

Quick Takes:

--Just as a heads up... when I say this gets dark, it gets pretty dark. Emotional, verbal, physical, and sexual abuse are discussed and occur (and it has been occurring for a very long time). I didn't think this was over the top, and I feel it was sensitively handled. However, read with caution.

--One thing I really enjoyed was Richard's friend Caro (not because of the name similarity, but it helped) and all of the nude paintings she did... starring Richard. More books where the heroes pose for nude paintings! More books where the heroes have female friends and it's cool and chill and nobody is weird about it! I definitely want to read Caro's book, which I think comes out next year. Marriage in trouble? Yes please.

--I hate the term "instalove", because I often feel that what people are referring to is instalust. I honestly don't mind instalust when done well; it's the love part I want to see happen gradually. Because the first half of this book, when the falling in love part takes place, is SO quick, this did feel pretty instant. Richard is really, really soft with Anne--and yes, he's a nice guy, but it kind of feels like he's falling for her super fast. And if there had been more to the relationship, more trouble and friction, that may have worked. But the love story itself is pretty smooth.

--On another note, I will say... for a nOTORIOUS ROGUE, Richard is pretty sweet. Not that a notorious rogue has to be the worst person ever, but at points this book seemed SO aware of its publication date. Richard is super talky about consent, and like--I want this book to have good consent politics. I do not need the hero explaining consent. It felt awkward.

That said, otherwise he was very hot, and I enjoyed the fact that he got weird and cranky when he hadn't been laid in a while. More of this behavior please.

--This all sounds very critical, but honestly--if you want a good romance and you're okay with things being a bit fast, you'll probably love this. The writing is good. It's hot. It's tender. I liked a lot of it. I'll be reading more. I just think that this installment could have used a bit of work.

The Sex:

Speaking of, this was good. It obviously begins pretty early, and there are several scenes that aren't RIDICULOUSLY explicit, but are very much explicit. And it begins with a gazebo moment that is QUITE impetuous. The best part is that he's very grumpy and fucked up about it after because they aren't together and he's trying to help her find a different man, but he can still taste her in his mouth!!! DAMMIT!!!

A flawed but nice read, I think this book shows Katrina Kendrick's talent, but would benefit from some expansion and a bit of further development.

Thanks to NetGalley and Aria for providing me with a copy of this book. All thoughts and opinions are my own.

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This is part two to that fic I wrote where Chucky possesses his human body. I was initially going to write this about Tiffany, but I decided to target the long-suffering Andy Barclay instead, because why not? Fear not, Tiffany fans, a part three to this au may be coming soon…

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Nica had called him in quite a panic, sobbing her way through a mostly nonsensical explanation about some nightmare she’d had. At least, Andy assumed it was a nightmare, because Nica was talking about Chucky as if he were still alive - and the last time Andy checked, he was definitely dead. Still, he cancelled his plans for the day and decided to stay inside, arming himself with a gun, just in case.

But Andy was still relatively calm. So calm, in fact, that he decided to order a pizza and put on a movie. When the doorbell ran, for the pizza delivery guy (hopefully), Andy got up and walked to the door without fear for the first time that he could really remember. That fearlessness vanished when he opened the door to be greeted by an older man with piercing blue eyes and curly white hair. If the eyes didn’t give his identity away, the bloodstained pizza boy uniform that was way too small for him made one thing very clear to Andy - this was Chucky. To add insult to injury, his pizza box had been opened, with his pizza half-eaten.

Andy had no words to say, he just stood there, arms hanging limp at his sides, jaw clenched, eyes widened in mild panic. Chucky wasn’t rushing to attack him, but he had that look on his face, the look that promised a great deal of trouble, relatively soon. After what felt like an eternity, Chucky broke the ice with a casual:

“The pizza was kinda shitty, the cheese doesn’t even ooze, so, tell whatever pizza place you ordered it from to fix that.”

The word ‘No’ left Andy’s mouth before he could process the fact that he was speaking at all. In response, Chucky laughed, shrugged and said sardonically:

“Well, damn it, here I was thinking we’d sit down to have a pizza together someday, I guess not.”

Beginning to realise that Chucky didn’t seem in a particularly bloodthirsty mood at present, Andy decided to lean into the lighthearted tone of this conversation and joked:

“If you made me eat pizza with you, I’d be sure to put pineapple, anchovies and live slugs on it.”

Chucky didn’t bat an eyelid, he merely flinched and commented:

“Weird taste in pizza, but alrighty, pal.”

By this point, both men had been standing for quite some time, so Andy decided to reenter his living room and sit down. Entirely uninvited, Chucky followed him in and sat down on a chair opposite him, shoulders tensed. It was then, and only then, that Chucky decided it was necessary to clarify:

“Oh, I’m Chucky, by the way-‘

“Yeah, I know. The eyes and the bloodstained stolen uniform gave you away. You’ll never change, will you?”

Chucky smirked, before asking:

“Do my eyes really give it away? Is it the colour, because I can get contact lenses, or is it just my eyes in general, because I could probably make sunglasses work if that’s the case.”

Andy thought about it for a moment, then leant back in his chair as he began to explain:

“Just your eyes in general. They just have a certain… expressiveness, let’s say. A certain killer gleam that gives you away every time. That’s how I always know when I’m near you, no matter which form you take.”

This actually made Chucky laugh, which made Andy feel uneasy. But as Chucky laughed, a question gnawed at the back of his mind. He felt compelled to ask it, so he did.

“So, did you steal another body, or…?”

Predicting the end of the question, Chucky leant forward and answered:

“Oh yeah, let me explain. This is my original body, a couple of my doll vessels dug me up in Chicago - at my request - and transferred their fragments of my soul into the body you see before you. There wasn’t any flesh left, just bones, so the magic did its job and aged me up to the age of my soul, any other questions or are we good?”

That actually made a lot of sense: this was exactly the sort of thing that Chucky would do, so Andy wasn’t even surprised. But he did, in fact, have one more question. Much more tentatively, he asked:

“Do you have a purpose for being here or are you just gonna kill the pizza guy, eat the food I paid for and then leave? Because if it’s the latter, that’s kind of a dick move, even for you.”

Again, Chucky laughed, and he stood up.

“I actually do have a reason for being here, I’m not just here to piss you off - although that is a lot of fun.”

For a long, agonising moment, Chucky said nothing. Feeling slightly scared, and having vivid flashbacks of his past encounters with Chucky, Andy stood up and tried to make his way to the front door, or to his gun… only for Chucky to push him to the floor and press his own gun that had been hidden in his pocket against Andy’s temple. Heart racing, Andy desperately struggled to stand up, only for Chucky to push him down again and again, gun pressing further into his temple with each desperate escape attempt. Chucky was laughing again, but it sounded more mocking, and threatening. He pressed the trigger and… nothing. Just a hollow click.

Chucky placed his gun down on a nearby coffee table with a soft chuckle before flipping Andy onto his back and keeping him down with a foot on the chest. The man was grinning now, making it clear for anybody who doubted that Chucky was alive, exactly who this was. Andy tried to choke out some form of protest or question, but he was drowned out by Chucky cackling in his face, mercilessly taunting him with a sneering:

“Oh, I’ve seen that face before. When did I see that face, I wonder? Oh, of course, a big strong man trying to fight off the scary serial killer, when deep down, he’s only a scared little boy who misses his mommy and big sister. But they’re not here to protect you now, are they champ?”

Andy gathered enough strength to spit in Chucky’s face, but this only earned him more mockery.

“Didn’t mommy ever teach you that it’s rude to spit? Oh yeah, she couldn’t, you were only six when she got taken away for insanity.”

This comment fuelled Andy with enough anger to wriggle out of his position and stand up, shoving Chucky with all of his might. But Chucky the human was stronger than Chucky the doll, so he barely moved. Wordlessly, Chucky forcibly pushed Andy into his chair and loomed over him, arms crossed.

“Let me tell you a story - you like stories, don’t you? When I was a little boy, about eleven or twelve, I had the strangest fascination with hunting. I had a large supply of food at my disposal thanks to the Boy’s Home I was staying at, so it wasn’t for sustenance, I just did it for the joy of seeing life leaving an innocent creature’s eyes, as so many boys fantasise about doing at that age, y’know? Anyway, one day, I checked some of the traps I had left out, and I saw this tiny little brown rabbit with a stuck leg. You remind me of it actually, small, brunette, kinda twitchy…”

Andy cut off this brief tangent with a hissed ‘Get on with it’, so Chucky continued as if he hadn’t heard him:

“Anyway, like I said, this little rabbit was there. It wasn’t a fatal wound, so I decided to nurse it back to health. I stitched the wound, gave it food, all of that, and after about a week, it was ready to be set free. When it was ready to leave, I went to visit it. The silly thing saw me as it’s saviour, it nuzzled its nose against my palm, with it’s eyes gleaming with such love and loyalty. It was enough to make a grown man cry, but I was no man back then, Barclay. I was just a heartless kid.”

Andy wasn’t sure if he wanted to know this ‘charming’ little anecdote ended, but he had a horrifying feeling that he already knew. All he did was gasp slightly, and that brief moment, that barely noticeable flinch, was all that it took for Chucky to realise that the point of his story had gotten across. But still, he continued.

“The rabbit thought that I was going to set it free, but of course, I didn’t. I gathered it in my arms, stroked its soft fluffy ears for a second, then I grabbed them and twisted, as hard as I could. It didn’t even try to kick, that’s how scared it was. I took that rabbit to the Boy’s Home with me, cooked it and ate it. It was the best catch I ever ate after a hunt.”

That was a… stomach churning story. But remarkably, Andy was barely surprised. All he did was stare up at Chucky in confusion, not quite sure why he was even being told this story. Seeing his confusion, Chucky grinned and summarised his story’s ‘moral’:

“That’s the day that I learnt that fear can season the meat of a kill. The long con, in particular, makes the final kill so much more satisfying. Remember when I compared you to that rabbit? Well, the comparison doesn’t end there, friend. You didn’t even notice, but I’ve been playing the long con for years, subtly dropping your guard- hell, I mean, you didn’t even say anything when I walked into your house today! Because I’ve known you since you were a little boy, a tiny part of you associates me with familiarity, no matter how much you insist you hate me. You’ve seen me more than you ever saw your father, or Mike Norris. I’m not your dad, or even your friend, but I certainly fill that paternal role in your life in a way, don’t I bud? Think about how much I’ve taught you about survival, exactly what a father’s meant to do.”

This was what finally made Andy cringe. Chucky’s view of the world had always been warped, but that particular sentiment was just… wow. Gathering some of his stockpiled courage, Andy mockingly asked:

“Well, if you’re my father, am I in your will?”

Chucky shook his head:

“Nah, I’m not gonna die, so I don’t have a will, but you probably wouldn’t be in it if I did have one.”

Andy pouted as he replied:

“Aww, I thought you loved me.”

This comment made both men laugh uproariously at the irony. Then, Andy asked on a much more serious note:

“So you didn’t come to kill me, you just came to… stoke fear and tension? Is that it?”

Chucky nodded.

“Well yeah, I also kinda wanted to show off. I’m taller than you now.”

Andy nodded.

“I noticed. Good for you, is it weird to not have to crane your neck upwards all the time to look at people?”

Chucky nodded again, then there was another silence. Finally, Chucky began heading to the door.

“Well, I’m gonna head out now. This has been fun, don’t forget to order another pizza and maybe call the police about that pizza guy.”

Not quite comprehending the fact that Chucky was just leaving casually after telling such a horrific story, Andy just barely managed to splutter out a confused:

“Wait, what am I even supposed to tell the cops?”

Chucky looked Andy right in the eye, gave him a shit eating grin and said something that it seemed as if he’d been waiting to say for years:

“Just tell them what you tried to tell the cops when you were six. Tell them that Chucky did it.”

#chucky #chucky series #childs play #charles lee ray #andy barclay #horror #fanfiction #human chucky #light angst

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burn-throughout-eternity · 8 months

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Short thoughts on the 2023 Hugo Short Stories Finalists

On the Razor's Edge by Jiang Bo: Caveat that it's noted that due to the short time frame the work is AI translated.

Chinese astronauts launch a rescue mission. Feels somewhat reminiscent of golden age SF - men saving lives with their technical knowledge and sheer gumption. A feel good message about how space is for all mankind.

I've only read one other story by this author Face Changing which I enjoyed a lot more. I think the machine translation probably hurt this one but even beside that the characters felt rather simplistic.

D.I.Y. by John Wiswell: The Youth™ find a solution to a drought whern the magical establishment have failed to.

Two years running of Wiswell getting nominated for something that isn't even the best thing he wrote that year. If anything by Wiswell got nominated this year it should have been The Coward who Stole God's name.

I read this when it came out and instantly thought it would get a bunch of award nominations which was accurate. It was too pollyannaish for me but lots of people loved it.

The White Cliff by Lu Ban: SF short story where the central SF conceit is used to explore grief and death. I liked this one!

The translation is awkward in places (I'm not certain whether it's machine translated or just done in a rush) but it's an enjoyable story and the relationship between Yanli and An was compelling enough to keep me interested.

Zhurong on Mars by Regina Kanyu Wan: An AI alone on Mars after humans have abandoned their physical forms.

I appreciated the translators note explaining the choice of pronouns/the Chinese mythology the story is inspired by/scientific background (complete with a footnote linking to a relevant Nature paper).

It's a really engaging story - the type of one you keep reading because you want to find out what happens next. I would have liked to have seen the conflicting viewpoints of Zhurong and Gonggong explored in more depth and I would have liked a little more detail on the new life at the end but other than that it was great.

Resurrection by Ren Qing: Another story using technology to explore grief and death but while The White Cliff was focused exclusively on those Resurrection has a broader scope - war, trauma, politics, societal prejudice.

It's great at quickly establishing characters. We get a sense of the personality of even briefly appearing characters. There's only so much complexity you can build even for the main characters in the small page count but the story makes good use of the space it has to develop them,

It's the only story included which had a line that made me laugh out loud even though it's not in any sense a comedic story which has to count for something.

The ending is haunting and feels as if it is the inevitable conclusion to the story.

Good characters, interesting themes, a sprinkling of humor and a fitting ending. What more could you ask for?

Rabbit Test by Samantha Mills: A story about abortion rights in the USA. Unsurprisingly it resonated in a post Dobbs landscape and has already won a Locus and Nebula. I wouldn't rate it among the best short stories I read in 2022 but it's a solid timely story.

I'm personally tried with SF about American politics which probably makes my judgement a a little harsh. I'd probably have appreciated it more if it was about abortion rights in literally any other country.

My ranking:

Resurrection

Zhurong on Mars

The White Cliff

Rabbit Test

D.I.Y.

On the Razor's Edge

First and second could flip as could third and fourth but otherwise I don't expect these to change much.

It's a reasonably solid list of stories with nothing quite outstandingly good or bad. Most recent years had stories that were worse than everything on the list but also stories that were better than all of them.

#hugo awards #I'd already read the Wiswell and Mills and read through the rest of them yesterday #no guess on who will win - Rabbit Test has won lots of awards but isn't translated into Chinese which might cut it off from a lot of voters

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Cobra Kai season 5 thoughts

so I binged the whole thing and this was stupid karate soap opera at it’s best. Thoughts below.

What a fun season and what a wild ride. I have minor quibbles about some story lines but on the whole I was completely entertained and never bored. Honest confession - Season 4 bored me in places, but this was enthralling. Everything scene held my attention.

My main complaint is the usual some storylines feel really rushed, but it’s more in a “10 episodes isn’t quite long enough to tell the story they want to tell” type way. I can’t think of anything I would have cut to make more time (aside from karate fetus but I’ll probs do a seperate post about my feelings regarding that plotline).

But like... even the Kreese stuff landed well. (So glad they aren’t redeeming him and are still letting him be a villain. Humanising him while at the same time reminding us that he’s wrong. But his scenes were compelling and I am keen to see what his spiteful ass does now that he’s out).

Stuff I loved:

Chozen!!! Chozen my beloved. What a great dude. I could watch eight hours of just him teaching kids how to protect eggs. Every scene was a joy. Love his and Johnny’s almost immediate ride-or-die/let’s choose violence thing they have going on. (which is so hilarious because they both at different points counselled Daniel against violence, but as soon as it was the two of them they were like ‘yeah, let’s go hit stuff’.) His final fight with Terry was thrilling and spine tingling. This is the high-stakes dramatic karate fight I want in my karate soap opera.

(This was one of the better side-effects of moving the main driver of the plot to the adults because it allowed higher stakes in the scenes. Eg I’m not afraid to kill/die is epic dialogue.)

Daniel finally getting to face his demon and win. People who love hurt comfort were winning with this season. How everyone rallied around him, and how his trauma was validated and just his unhinged descent and then everyone elevating him and pulling him back, and he was finally able to incorporate the Quicksilver method but by using it his way - for defense. Truly bastardising Terry’s much vaulted ‘legacy’ and making it his own. using the man’s own poison against him without letting it tough his heart. *chef’s kiss* love it.

Terry was ab absolutely magnificent bastard of a villain - and he was having the time of his life, taunting and plotting and smirking and scheming and coming up with outlandish plans. Always compelling to watch.

Johnny (mixed bag this season mostly due to karate fetus storyline), but overall I loved this trajectory for him and he had some really great moments and some lovely growth. Love that his focus was on improving himself, trying to build a family, make amends to Robby and was able to show care for his students (like Devon and Hawk). loved that he showed apprecation for Demetri’s nerd diversity. (gainfully employed demetri my beloved). It’s nice to see Johnny’s big heart come to the front again and that he was finally allowed to grow. (Season 6 must really be the last season because they’ve stopped dragging some of this stuff out and are instead speed-running some of their main plot points). Love that his final plot point was that he was better when he was fighting FOR the people he loved, rather than just AGAINST the people he saw as the enemy.

Tory and Sam finally working together. Sam saving Tory. OMG.

Robby Miguel and Hawk and Demetri all in the same dojo.

The kids being smarter and having a better plan than the adults.

I’m not a fan of the kid romances so I was so glad they were all put on the back burner.

I actually think I might do a separate post about everything that was great in the kids storylines. So much great stuff.

I didn’t even mind mike barnes. he added a bit of unpredictable chaos to the finale. (also love that he engaged in art theivery from terry silver as a form of compensation - which is a plot point of mine from ‘Good Boy’, so it was nice to see it in the show. everyone should steal from Terry. it’s good for the soul.)

my only two quibbles are the karate fetus storyline - which was actually completely unnecessary given what they would use the plot for. Robby is right there and he deserves to have his Dad make this kind of effort for him (and it would have made more sense/been more emotionally satisfying and tied in better with earlier seasons). I think Johnny’s story would be even better if he was working to improve himself for his son rather than an unborn fetus. related quibble, due to time constraints, we didn’t really get any resolution to much of Robby’s trauma, and instead he was running around making amends and trying to elevate others and putting them ahead of himself (which is on brand for him, ngl). I might write another of what I would do differently to fix this issues.

but aside from those two quibbles - this season was fun and it was such a huge step up from season 4. It was unhinged and heartfelt and incredibly enjoyable to watch.

#Cobra kai season 5 spoilers #cobra kai meta

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coming up with puzzler has been a fun journey. because initially, when i started this blog, i had no real concepts for a reformed eddie then just "he's a single dad, and i'm going with the P.I. thing. that's it." however, my disappointment with how eddie's character is being handled, especially as of recent, got me thinking what i would do if i could write comics for eddie. and with this initial concept, i had to give eddie a main antagonist. i didn't want it to be another big rogue. i want it to be a lesser known character, or a new character. because, the harley show for example, there are many ppl who are disappointed in how the bigger popular rogues are either thrown away, or how they're depicted. i didn't want that if i were to do a comic. therefore, i use characters that aren't as well known, or as established. so, thinking of a main antagonist, i decided to go with puzzler. there have been a few puzzlers throughout comic history, especially against superman. but i went with the '66 series. as puzzler may be one of the least popular '66 villains, and less memorable one. especially because he was literally created to be a stand in for eddie as frank left the show, so they couldn't use the character. but i thought, i WILL take puzzler and reinvent him to be something maybe people could like. but i had a problem.

that was... i didn't really know what i wanted to do with puzzler. in the beginning, he was simply an older man who got bored of his life and seeing there was no longer a riddler, he would take eddie's place as a puzzling villain. and whilst i had other things - such as puzzler had parents who actually encouraged his intelligence, opposite to eddie, and i may have had his perpetual boredom thought of back then? as well as him being gay. but... i was very unhappy with puzzler. i felt he wasn't compelling enough, his motives weren't as interesting nor his story. in fact, i even planned on killing puzzler when introducing a bigger threat because i was just not happy with my ideas, and thought the other villain ideas i had for other characters were better.

BUT THEN. i had came up with a concept of eddie having an uncle. as a reference to a 60s comic where a wealthy uncle was mentioned, and it was a way to expand the family. after i thought of this "uncle edward" it just came to me - i can combine edward with puzzler. THEN BAM. puzzler's character and what he's supposed to be all just came rushing to me. like i knew exactly what i wanted to do with him, what kind of person he is, and his motivations. somehow, just making him a relative to eddie just put all the pieces together. and now it's a character i'm quite satisfied with, and i hope other ppl would be too if i were to ever do a comic. (and no, i don't kill him off anymore just to introduce another villain - he's too important for that)

yet i had a problem. eddie's story is indeed one of tragedy and trauma. but... i felt it would be tiresome if i gave him another relative who neglected or disliked him. no, i wanted uncle edward to actually care about eddie. however, this puts a major plot hole in the story. if uncle edward is so wealthy, why wouldn't he support eddie more? this was something i had trouble coming up with an explanation that didn't feel contrived. because i definitely want eddie to grow up poor - that's a very big part of his character, and who he is. i was actually a poor kid who had a grandmother who once had a million dollars. (which she spent all eventually bc she was a shopaholic) but she had very little to do with my life. so that made sense why that happened to me. but that couldn't apply to eddie - when edward genuinely loved eddie, and even wanted eddie as his own son. sooo... i HAD to find a way to make this work. initially, i thought "well, edward has fucked up views that he believes to be good, maybe he wanted eddie to work hard for his own money?" and i went with that for the longest time. but that also felt way too contrived. then i came up with an idea that puzzler's wealth is obviously dirty money. both people in the underground, as well as in the GCPD, begin to suspect that the socialite edward boucher is puzzler. there's even a part in the lore where a baby eddie gets harmed because one of edward's rivals figured out he's puzzler. so, the idea is that edward fakes his death, and does not leave any money behind for eddie, because he doesn't want eddie to be at all involved with his life as the puzzler. he doesn't want more people to target and harm eddie. he does this because he thinks he's protecting eddie, and the innocence of a child. and i feel that's a much better, and a more understandable reason. it feels more satisfying to me.

there's still drama and hurt involved in this family dynamic. as puzzler genuinely cares about eddie, one of the very few people puzzler is capable of caring for. and eddie held his uncle in this high regard, as his uncle was the nicest person to him, but only in his life for 5 years. but once eddie finds out just who his uncle is - turns out his uncle is practically everything he's against, and swore to fight. eddie now feels hurt and betrayed. but puzzler, still very much cares about eddie. it's a complicated dynamic that way while not being the same "eddie has a neglectful/hateful relative" deal.

#( 🧩 ✧ IMPOSSIBLE TO SOLVE ✧ | THE PUZZLER )#// this was a post i said i was gonna make days ago but Never Did #// i ran out of steam but then suddenly gained it again tonight LOL #// anyway i love my concepts and ideas <:)

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You said you had thoughts on how they handled wesper and honestly I would love to read them!

ok i'll try to organize my thoughts but i'll probably just end up rambling incoherently im sorry!

a lot of people have said this by now, but the soc storylines were super rushed and it really harmed the character development imo. a lot of things happened way too early to make sense or have the emotional impact they could. and a lot of the flavor that wesper has in the books is due to how long it takes them to get there, similarly to how the tension between kaz and inej is what makes them so compelling and interesting to watch.

instead we have jesper whine a little about wylan being too green, then see him blow some stuff up and be like ok nevermind you're cool now. where's the gradual build of trust where's jesper grilling and messing with wylan because he has a crush but isn't super aware of it and also they completely erased jesper's unrequited feelings for kaz which i think is boring bc in the books it's like a really tragic thing because jesper tries desperately to prove himself to kaz and he doesn't feel good enough and maybe secretly fears that he is unlovable and masks that with his bravado and him learning to be vulnerable with wylan, especially about being grisha, is SO IMPORTANT and we just didn't quite get to experience that. not to mention i think his feelings for kaz were stopping him from realizing how he feels for wylan, because he's so used to longing for something he can't have that when there's someone waiting for him, he doesn't realize it.

in the show we get a speech about jesper not really doing relationships that's supposed to sum up the character development that leads him to embrace his feelings for wylan but it just doesn't work when he says he got to know wylan and it changed everything bc DID WE SEE THEM GET TO KNOW EACH OTHER??? THIS IS EPISODE FOUR. if jesper is so afraid of intimacy why is he doing this in episode four then. what changed. wylan played the piano? come on now.

to me it just doesn't make sense with both of their personalities to jump into this so fast. jesper is afraid of intimacy, he's hiding a pretty big part of himself, he doesn't trust wylan at first, and it all stops mattering in 4 episodes. wylan is in completely new territory, he doesn't know these people, kaz is being really scary, wylan isn't brave, or doesn't think he's brave,and he is also hiding a very big part of himself, IS SO SO INSECURE, and he still manages to master the courage to kiss jesper? it's too easy. and it doesn't feel earned and they just become another tv couple to me like there's no flavor. kanej was rushed too but at least they still kept their spice skdvnsdjkvn

also it's kinda a waste of the chemistry kit and jack have like those few episodes of longing glances were so good jack was giving it his all. i wish they did more of that like the subtle "oh no i'm falling in love with this mess of a human being" on both sides is so fun to observe.

i think wesper were kinda their biggest fanservice-y point, like even in the interviews before the season dropped they leaned into it so much and they just had to show them in bed together as soon as they could and i get not knowing if season 3 is even going to happen and wanting to give the fans as much as you can but i'd still rather have more buildup and have the boys acknowledge their feelings in the season finale or something so it HITS. i hope people who haven't read the books are having fun but they don't know what they're missing sdkvjnsdjkv it could be so much better it could be fireworks and the soft oh and everything! ugh

#ask #im scared im just pointing out the differences because i really don't think being faithful to the books is everything #like it doesn't have to be a word for word adaptation (although i did cheer at 'i will have you without armour')#but i do feel like simplifying the books makes the story less interesting #i don't know if i'd still think that if i only watched the show though #also it would probably work better in an episode-a-week format

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Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania (2023, dir. Peyton Reed) - review by Rookie-Critic

People are beginning to experience (or are in the depths of experiencing, depending on who you ask) MCU burnout. The brilliance of the Infinity Saga, which began with the first Iron Man back in 2008, and spanned 3 "phases," which included 23 films across 11 franchises, that culminated in Avengers: Endgame in May 2019 (and truly ended with Spider-Man: Far From Home a couple months later), felt like and was a complete arc. Characters that we had known for a little over a decade had grown, had won, had lost, and their story, for all intents and purposes, was over, and to tempt fate with more seemed foolhardy. I can completely sympathize with that, and will admit that Phase 4 of the MCU was something of a transitional mess, some of the films were great, some were not, a couple were even outright bad; seeing the MCU's first rotten Tomatometer score ever with Eternals (although I didn't think Eternals was deserving of that hate). It also introduced the Disney+ shows, that were crucial to understanding the bigger picture and could cause a lot of confusion down the line if skipped. It's a lot to keep up with and I don't blame anyone who isn't already in the thick of it for not wanting to get started, and I don't blame anyone who's been here the whole time for feeling fatigued. The barrier for entry is too high at this point. That being said, I'm not sure this particular reviewer is the best source for unbiased opinions on the MCU, because I quite liked Quantumania. As always, we're staying mostly spoiler-free here (if it was in a trailer, it's fair game).

The best thing about the Ant-Man franchise has always been the humor. The first film was originally going to be directed by Edgar Wright, and even though he didn't end up sticking with it, there are ghosts of his trademark quick wit embedded in the fabric of that first movie, and it has informed the character of Scott Lang/Ant-Man to a point where he's just an inherently funny character, and that's no different in Quantumania. Paul Rudd is hilarious, Michael Douglas is really funny, cameos from Bill Murray, David Dastmalchian, and William Jackson Harper are all funny, and Corey Stoll, who returns to the MCU for the first time since that original Ant-Man film as MODOK, is an absolute scene stealer. To me, the jokes worked, the humor worked, I laughed out loud fairly frequently throughout all 124 minutes of the film and could not have been more pleased on that front. Even outside of the film's humor, the acting is just phenomenal. Not only from Rudd and Douglas, but from MCU-newcomer Kathryn Newton, as well. However, while they were all good, Michelle Pfeiffer and Jonathan Majors are the highlights of the film by a mile. Specifically Majors, who I'm beginning to think is untouchable amongst the younger acting crowd. It's hard to make a villain feel as threatening or as compelling as Thanos, and while I'm not going to say that quite yet, as we are still very early on in the development of this new "big bad" for the MCU, the presence that Majors exudes as Kang is imposing and impressive. We have only begun to scratch the surface of this Multiverse thing, and here comes a character, without giving too much away, that basically has the power and the intelligence to hold it in the palm of his hand, should he want to. I get the feeling that, much like the Multiverse, we've only begun to scratch the surface of what Kang and his many variants are capable of.

Now, while I definitely don't think this film is bad, or even remotely deserving of the ire it's receiving from critics, I do think that the script could have been cleaned up or fleshed out a bit. There is a lot going on here, and it is all happening at the same time. It's not really that hard to follow, it's just a bit of a sensory overload, and I think because of that, certain plot aspects and character arcs feel a bit rushed. There is a particular beat that happens at the tail end of the film that just seemed too... easy, for lack of a better word. It was the one part of the movie where I actually thought "Well, that doesn't make any sense!" and it has been frustrating me since leaving the theater on Sunday. Another issue, and it's probably my biggest issue with the film, is that, for a film titled Ant-Man AND THE WASP, Evangeline Lily's Wasp is probably the least plot-forwarding character in the entire movie. I liked her character, and they make a couple of attempts to have her feel important in the grand scheme of things, but I don't think they gave her, really, anything to do, which was pretty disappointing.

Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania is not even close to perfect. At this point in the MCU's trajectory, I'm not sure perfect is a word we'll be seeing much of anymore. However, it has a clear goal in mind and it succeeds in accomplishing that goal: to be an entertaining sci-fi superhero comedy that introduces audiences to the MCU's next major threat in a very major way. To put it plainly, I liked Quantumania, and if you've come this far into the forest that is the Marvel Cinematic Universe, I think it makes it pretty good argument for sticking around for the next Saga.

Score: 7/10

Currently only in theaters.

As always, please, for the love of god, stick around until after the credits. I'm so tired of seeing people walk out of a Marvel movie before it's 100% over.

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bella-jade-books · 2 years

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Klaus’s Pet

Chapter Eight

Summary: Klaus x Reader

Warnings: dirty language,

Lorelei:

I walk into the bar with Hayley and we sit at the counter.

"How many witches do you think you could take on at once?" I ask

"Eight at least. You?" She says

"That theory remains untested."

We laugh and chat. The bartender, a happy blonde haired blue eyed 25 year old named Camille O'Connell known as most by Cami, walks over and asks us what we'd like.

Years ago Marcel had compelled Cami to forget everything she hears about supernatural. Hayley and I had objected to this until Elijah had explained the issues it could cause.

At around 2-3 am most mornings the bar is full of supernaturals who can speak freely and don't have to worry about humans overhearing.

Hayley orders a beer and I ask for fries.

A few minutes later she hands Hayley a beer and gives me a shot. I look at her confused.

"From the gentleman across the bar." She says

I turn to look and Klaus waves at me.

Hayley laughs.

"He really does stalk you." She says with another laugh.

I roll my eyes and grab the shot glass and down the alcohol.

"He's a pain in my ass." I reply

Klaus rolls his eyes, no doubt hearing what I said. Hybrid hearing and all.

When I look back up he's gone, no doubt heading home to spend time with Hope.

"So how's it going with you and Elijah?" I ask

"To be honest Im not too sure if it's going to work out. He's a little overprotective, like he's keeping me behind glass." She says with a sigh

It's no secret that I'm not the biggest fan of Elijah. However, I do care for Hayley.

"How's the pack of Cresents?" I ask hoping the chang of subject will make her feel better.

"It's so odd. I went from having no family to two. One's a pack of werewolves and the other is the Original family of vampires."

"I hear that. My family was a bunch of werewolves who were a bit much to say the least. They had these competitions where they'd pair us up and only the strongest out of the pairs of fighters would be allowed into the pack. It would keep population in the pack down and trigger our curse all in one."

"Is that why you left?" She asks gently

"One of them. They always wanted to be the top pack in the area which unfortunately meant taking out the competition." I say

"Oh my God that's awful."

"Yeah. Luckily Nik found me."

"You never told me how you two met. You know my story, werewolf in the Alps, unsired his entire hybrid pack... One night stand and a magical miracle baby."

"We met in Georgia. I had just split from my pack and ended up crashing a vampire feeding frenzy. Klaus and the rest of the family were there. Needless to say I didn't go down without a fight." I say

"You fought a bunch of vampires?"

"Newbie vampires. I'd hardly call it a fight. Then I tried to fight Nik."

She chokes on her drink.

"You tried to fight the Original hybrid as a human?" She laughs

"Yeah it wasn't the best plan. I hit him so hard I broke my hand and bruised the bones in my arm." I say with a laugh

Hayley laughs so hard she chokes on her drink.

"Yeah it's a riot." I say shaking my head at the memory

"It is though." She says

We order a few more drinks, I scarf my fries down then head home almost crashing into Hope.

"Hey honey what's going on?" Hayley asks slightly concerned

"I was waiting for you guys! I want to show you this new spell I learned." Hope says trying to drag her mom by the hand to the kitchen

Hayley and I sit down as Hope rushes around turning off all the lights.

"Post tenebras spero lucem!" Hope chants

A glowing white ball of light appears in her hand.

"Thats so cool!" I say

"Nice job!" Hayley says and gives her a high five.

It breaks Hope's concentration and her light vanishes. We all laugh. Hope turns the lights back on.

"I've been practicing that for hours!" Hope says beaming

"That was awesome Hope! You're getting to be quite the witch." I tell her

"Hey you know what we should do?"Hayley asks

"What?" Hope asks

"It's a secret." Hayley says and motions her over

Hope moves close to her mom and Hayley whispers about making brownies.

Hope whoops with excitement and takes a moment to put her bracelet back on.

I grab the eggs from the fridge while Hope grabs the box of brownie mic and Hayley finds the bowls and pan.

I put on some music and together we make the brownies, laughing, singing, dancing and making quite the mess as we do so.

Hope and Hayley go to find a movie and some blankets as I speed around cleaning. Five minutes later we're all sitting on the couch watching Moana.

Hope and Hayley are asleep by the end of the movie. I quietly turn the TV off and head off to bed.

#klaus mikaelson #the originals #the vampire diaries #hayley marshall #hope mikaelson

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