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pink-tea · 7 months ago

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cute genes

☆ pairing: choi soobin x afab! reader

☆ smut

☆ word count: 3.2k

☆ sub! soobin, dom! reader, slightly dark content !!!, dubcon technically bc baby trapping, toxic behaviors (baby trapping is not okay you guys!!), riding, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, milking, use of the nicknames "angel" (extensive use) and "bunny", nipple play (like a lot)(both receiving), tit sucking, breeding kink

☆ soobin is worried that one day he'll have to choose between his relationship and his career. you make sure that he never has to

// heyyy...how's everybody doing? (´∀｀；)

you should be ashamed of what you’re about to do, for what you’ve been doing. throwing away the condoms and riling up your poor little boyfriend all day so that when you tell him not to cum, you know you’re setting him up for failure. his desperate cries of “please please please” doing nothing as you grind down on his pulsating cock.

“come on, angel. you can do better than this, can’t you?” you ask softly, raking your nails over his chest and hard nipples. he writhes underneath you at the touch, letting out weak noises as he shuts his eyes in a desperate attempt to concentrate. it prevents him from seeing your smug expression at his struggle, sighing contentedly as you grind your clit down into his pelvis.

“can’t,” he pants, bunny lips red and slick from all the foreplay and subconscious biting he does while trying to quiet himself down. “please, I really don’t think I can,” soobin whimpers, opening his glossy eyes to look up at you. you groan at the sight, the blonde so pretty and pathetic underneath you that it makes him cry out when you roughly grind your hips down again.

“you’re gonna cum already?” you ask, watching as he quickly nods, lashes fluttering when you don’t even stop your pace to talk to him. “but I’m not gonna cum yet,” you sigh, rotating your hips in a slow circle. you reach a hand down to card through soobin’s hair, pushing the sweaty bangs on his forehead out of the way. “you have to get punished if you don’t do what I tell you, you know this,” you patronize, grabbing a fistful of the strands so that you can lightly shake his head side to side.

he whines at both your words and the slightly disorienting feeling, desperate to please but so desperate for release after what you’ve already put him through. he recognizes the word punishment, and if he wasn’t crying already, he’s sure he would’ve teared up because he’s trying so hard to be good. it feels so unfair, and he doesn’t even know that it’s because you made sure it would be unfair for him.

knowing that he’s being set up for failure makes something inside you bask at the control. it’s bad that you’re lying to him; it’s even worse that you’re making such a big decision without even considering what he wants, but isn’t it for the better? he’s been growing so much as an idol, more and more of your shared time spent on rescheduled dates and rushed intimacy.

you know he’s been stressed; you can help with that. but you also know that lately he’s been growing less and less confident that he’ll be able to still be the love of your life, along with being a successful idol.

you’d never make soobin choose between you and his dream. instead, you decided to make sure that he wouldn’t be able to choose. your sweet boyfriend, sweet soobin who would probably condemn himself to the furthest circle of hell before he abandoned his girlfriend and child. sweet soobin, who wouldn’t think of leaving you or your kid because he’s just too good of a person to do it.

it just makes sense; it was the only other option besides forcing soobin to quit his true passion (which probably wouldn’t work in the first place), and you just didn’t have the heart to do it. besides, even if being pregnant would be a less than wonderful experience, you’d be able to do it if it were for soobin. you’d go through the weeks with only facetime calls and the texted ‘i love you’s for him and your future child.

imagining your baby with soobin’s bright eyes and adorable dimples makes your heart fond. knowing that he'd be forced to forever come back home to you makes you determined.

“don’t want a punishment, wanna be good,” soobin whimpers out from beneath you, causing you to sigh in mock pity. you let both your hands fall to hold his face, his cheeks wet with both dried and fresh tears. he’s always been a pretty crier.

“bad boys have to get their punishment,” you explain softly, not being able to stop the small smile on your lips when soobin only responds with a high-pitched and needy whine. “even if they’re trying to be good,” you hum, letting your hands trail down his neck as you continue the moment of your hips. “surely you’re not trying to get out of your punishment,” you suggest, adding a tiny mocking gasp to your words.

quickly, the blonde shakes his head. “n-no, would never!” he exclaims, eyes squeezed shut as your nails rake down his shoulders and slip to his collarbones. “wanna be good, wanna be really—” the words get caught in his throat the moment your hands trail down from the dip of his collarbones to his perky nipples.

the reaction is immediate. a sob of anguish is ripped from his throat, his back unintentionally arching as his hips thrust up to meet yours. "no, no, no, please,” he tries to plead, head thrown back, and the hands that somehow found themselves on your waist leave a bruising grip. you ignore his cries, rolling his sensitive nipples under the pads of your thumbs.

“if I didn’t know any better, i’d think you were about to cum, angel,” you say casually, only receiving a choked noise from soobin as he thrashes underneath you. it’s amusing, the way you bounce on top of him as a result of his desperate attempts to escape. he's so fucked-out that he doesn’t even realize that he’s working against his own interests, slamming harder and deeper into your warm cunt every time you come back down.

“[your name], please, i can’t—i can’t!” he doesn’t even manage to finish forming his words before he’s shaking underneath you, the hands on your waist holding you down firmly as he thrusts up one last time. a chorus of moans and whimpers make their way to your ears as you watch Soobin’s face. his eyes are shut tight, a few stray tears making their way past his pretty lashes from the force.

you feel him shoot warm ropes of cum inside you. it’s messy and gross, and it’s just the way you wanted it as you stop your ministrations on his nipples. tutting and shaking your head, you bring a hand up to tap his cheek.

soobin opens his eyes at the cue, his pathetic gaze pleading and apologetic as he stares at your faux frown. your brows furrow as you look down at him, sighing dramatically as you pull back to sit down properly on his now-softening cock. “look what you did…” you scold, already feeling the way his cum is trickling out of you to form a disgusting mix of fluids at the base of where the two of you meet.

“i’m sorry,” soobin chokes out, lips trembling as you smooth your fingers over adam’s apple.

“i know,” you respond simply, placing your hands back on his tits. He shudders as you resume playing with his nipples, letting out a whimper when you start to ride him without warning. his hands fall from your waist, and soobin’s embarrassed to think about how the way you’re using him like your own personal fuck toy is making his sensitive dick harden all over again.

“tell me what you’re thinking,” you breathe, soft pants leaving your lips as you adjust your pace to finally chase after your own orgasm rather than soobin’s. a strangled noise builds up in soobin’s throat at the sight of your tits bouncing, and the hand that you end up placing on his thigh for a better angle heats up his skin.

“sensitive,” he manages to say after a few moments, struggling to process the pleasure that leaves his spine tingling. his dick is hard again, struggling to keep up with how your pussy swallows him, uncaring of what he’s feeling as you grind your clit onto him for the friction. “m’ not gonna last,” he tries to warn you, voice climbing into a higher pitch when you abandon the bouncing to roll your hips back and forth.

“that’s okay, baby,” you reassure him, grabbing his hands and moving them so that his palms are full of your breasts. “you’re not supposed to,” you simper, groaning in satisfaction when Soobin obeys your silent demands and starts to play with your nipples. he swallows thickly, dick twitching inside of you as the flesh of your breast spills out between his fingers.

“i don’t wanna get punished,” he insists, thumbing over your nipples despite his conviction. you smile at his words, cooing softly as you place your palms back on his toned stomach. your shadow looms over him, and like this you’re given a clear view as to how soobin’s gaze seems transfixed on your breasts, the pervert.

“baby, your punishment’s already begun,” you inform him, voice sweet despite your intentions of milking him dry. this information finally snaps soobin out of his daze, brown eyes catching yours with an almost comical look of shock and dismay.

“but–”

“mm-mm, no buts,” you chastise, placing a hand over your boyfriend’s mouth to halt his complaints. “you get what you deserve, you take what I give you,” you remind him coldly. you can feel the way Soobin chokes on a tiny sob underneath your palm, his saliva slicking up your hand and no doubt making a mess out of his mouth as he struggles not to buck up into the overstimulating pleasure of your warm cunt.

“that’s it,” you praise as he goes pliant and silent underneath you, minus the whines and groans that get muffled. “you’re gonna let me milk your pretty little cock, since apparently all you’re good for is cumming inside and making a mess,” you tell him, removing your hand from his mouth and wiping the mess of saliva on the bed sheets next to you.

“not all I’m good for,” he whines in protest, making you hiss in pain when he accidentally squeezes your breasts too hard.

“yeah? what else are you good for?” you ask tauntingly, raking your nails down the expanse of his stomach and enjoying the small mewl that slips past his lips at the pain. “good at looking pretty and fucked out? good at laying down and letting me have my way with you?” you list off, endeared by the small glare soobin manages to give you through his teary eyes.

“all you have to be good at right now is taking your punishment and making me feel good. is that too much to ask for?” you huff, leaning down to brush your lips against his cute ones.

“is that too much, angel?” You ask, hands reaching up to hold on to his shoulders.

“no,” he groans in response, leaning up to capture your lips with his in a way that distracts you with fondness. normally a sweet kisser, soobin is messy. his saliva wets your lips as he barely manages to keep the two of you together, some of his own drool making its way down his chin. it’s adorably pathetic, the way it takes so much effort just to kiss you while you fuck him dumb.

“i'm already close again,” he whines pitifully into your mouth.

you don’t respond, sliding one of your hands back down to meanly grab one of his nipples and twist, and it’s all it takes before soobin cums with a cry. his hands fall off your chest, one grasping desperately at the pillow under his head while the other twists in your sheets. he’s hiccuping through each breath, and all you can think about is how you’d do anything to keep him all to yourself forever.

you hum in appreciation as you watch him—the way his eyes screw close and his nose scrunches as his back arches off the bed. his cum is still warm inside of you, and you wait for his body to stop shuddering and drop back down before you grip his shoulders and start to chase your own release.

soobin gasps in sensitivity at the movement, warm hands flying up to grab at your waist in a futile attempt to slow you down.

“wait, ’m sensitive, [your name] please, it hurts,” he cries, and it's all in vain as you do your best to milk him for a third.

you ride him with just a bit more desperation than usual. it’s already been too many weeks since you’ve been off birth control. you don’t even realize how hard you’re staring at soobin, as if you’re trying to memorize every detail of his face in the case that all your efforts go out the window and this is the last time you see him. that’s until another tear slips out of soobin’s eye, and you know that you’d never let that happen, idol career be damned.

cooing, you lean down and lick the tear off his cheek, your pretty little boyfriend whining at the wet sensation. “i thought i put your hands somewhere,” you comment offhandedly, watching soobin’s eyes flutter in confusion before his brain catches up to your intentions. with a small groan, soobin’s hands are back on your tits, and you laugh at the way his cock twitches in your cunt.

“think you can you give me one more?” you ask sweetly condescendingly, placing a wet kiss on the same cheek you’ve already defiled. soobin can only pout, giving you a quivering nod as his thumb covers your nipple, eyes fixated on it.

determinedly, you pick up your pace on soobin’s cock. he’s semi-hard, but he’s whimpering and whining and he’s twitching from overstimulation, despite the fact that he still makes a valiant effort to get hard again. his stamina was pretty decent, but you’re set on milking a third out of him.

“just—just go a little slower, please,” he begs, limbs growing heavy and he’s struggling to keep a solid grip on your tit as you bounce.

“if you have the mouth to complain, you might as well suck on them,” you scowl, grabbing a fistful of blonde hair just to hear soobin’s gasp when you yank his head up.

“can’t be a good little breeding bitch when all you do is complain instead of cum,” you add on, soobin whimpering at the harsh words. his lips are in a wobbly frown, and with much effort he lifts himself high enough to sloppily take your nipple into his mouth. he desperately kneads the other with his hand, and you let yourself moan at the disgusting visual of soobin’s drool running down his chin and onto your chest.

“so messy,” you comment, using both of your hands to keep soobin’s head up to your chest as you ride him. sometimes you pull the strands of his hair to see him jerk, guiding him to your other nipple as your thighs burn and your speed begins to slow.

he’s hard inside of you, and there’s an embarrassing amount of cum frothing at the entrance of your cunt. there’s fluids all over soobin’s cock and pelvis, and you can’t help the way you drag your clit through the wet filth as you slow your hips into a grind.

“angel,” you gasp, pulling Soobin off your nipple with a loud ‘pop’ so that he can look at you with his fucked-out gaze. he hums in acknowledgement, going pliant in your hold once your hands slide down to cup his face in both palms.

"help me cum,” you demand, and soobin only needs a few seconds before he’s wordlessly dragging a thumb over your clit as you pick up your pace. you lean down to kiss him, taking a lip between your teeth and tugging as his eyes threaten to flutter shut once more.

and it only takes a few more moments with the dizzying drag of soobin’s thumb over your puffy clit before you’re moaning into his mouth and riding through your orgasm. soobin answers you with his own soft moan, the noise breaking into a weak sob as your pussy clenches down on him. he cums inside of you for the third time with a weak pulse of his cock, giving you one more peck on the lips before he falls back onto the sheets tiredly.

you huff in amusement as you straddle him, catching your breath before you roll over to drop down next to him and let him slip out of you. there’s a wet squelch that follows, but you’re too busy trying to catch your breath before a cuddly soobin quickly begins to latch onto your side. your heart aches at the affection, and you turn to face him so that he can bury his face under your chin. his hair tickles your nose.

“good job, baby. took your punishment so well,” you praise softly, running your fingers through his hair to try and soothe the way you kept tugging on it earlier. soobin hums in contentment, an arm wrapping over your waist to tug you closer.

“you called me your breeding bitch,” he pouts into your shoulder, making you chuckle.

“you like it. maybe you’ll even get me pregnant,” you joke, dead serious. soobin snorts at the implication, still unaware of the fact that you two are actually trying with every time you fuck him into the mattress.

“maybe. we’d have cute kids,” he shrugs, and you hold onto him just a bit tighter.

“you think so?”

“'course,” Soobin yawns. “can’t go wrong with my genes,” he brags cheekily, and you give him a light smack on the shoulder that he whines about.

when you actually tell him around 4 weeks later that you’re pregnant, soobin swears that the world around him goes completely quiet. then he’s a stuttering, disbelieved, and stressed-out mess over the phone.

“what do you mean you're pregnant? i thought you were on birth control?” and you lie easily, telling him that this must’ve been one of those rare cases where the medication didn't work.

then there’s a long pause, and you’re worried that soobin might actually make you march up to a clinic and correct this mess of a situation before you’re met with the telltale hiccup of soobin’s ugly cry. you immediately hush him and reassure him that it’s alright, that everything will be fine.

soobin feels terrible; he feels so guilty that he hadn’t been mindful enough about cleaning up and showering after sex. he feels like he’s ruined your youth and that he’s burdened you with a child, even though the two of you aren’t even married yet. you tell him it’s ok, that you don’t blame him and that you’re willing to make this work. soobin promises to come see you as soon as he can and promises to faceTtme the moment he gets off work to properly talk about all that’s going to happen. he’s calmed down with your words and reassurance, but you can tell he’s still frazzled.

the last thing you say to him is “i love you," but before that, you can’t help but joke that, hey, at least our baby’s guaranteed to be cute with your genes.

#sub txt #dom reader #txt smut #txt x reader #sub idol #sub! soobin #sub choi soobin #guys im sorry for disappearing </3 #pt2 #i’m so sorry actually

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alotofpockets · 10 months ago

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Beat of my heart | Reneé Rapp x Reader

Where Reneé falls in love with her drummer and childhood friend.

Reneé Rapp Masterlist | Words: 1k

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If there was one take away from the Snow Hard Feelings tour for Alyah so far, it was that Reneé and y/n would make a great couple. She knew about her best friend's crush on you, but now after spending so much time with both you and Reneé, she could see that the feelings were mutual. Yet, neither one of you seemed like you were going to make a move any time soon.

Reneé was one of your childhood friends, you both went into the music industry, and you even wrote some music with her over the years. So, it was a no-brainer that when Reneé went on tour, you'd be her drummer.

Going on tour, and spending so much time with Reneé only made your feelings towards her grow. Exploring the cities in the day, performing in the evening, and travelling at night. You did it all together.

After another successful show you find yourself back in the tour bus with Reneé and Alyah. “Who’s up for another movie night?” Reneé asked, it had become one of her favourite ways to relax after a show. The three of you squeezed into Reneé’s bunk together, and put up a movie on the small screen. You hadn't realised how tired you were until you were about twenty minutes into the movie, and were struggling to keep your eyes open.

Reneé’s heart skipped a beat the moment your head fell against her arm, she tensed for a moment, but relaxed when she saw how peaceful you looked. Alyah watched the moment with a knowing smile.

Not even ten minutes later, Alyah looked over and saw that Reneé had fallen asleep as well. She snapped a quick picture, before she carefully got out of the bunk and headed to her own.

You wake by the loud sound of the end credits, and are a little disorientated. When you feel someone move besides you, you realise what happened. “Oh sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep on you. I should head to my own bunk.” Your slightly groggy voice melts Reneé's heart. “Oh no baby, you're good. I was pretty comfortable actually. Wanna scoot down and get some more sleep?” You're too tired to even hesitate about her offer, and scoot down in the bunk bed. Reneé puts the covers over the both of you.

Reneé laid down beside you. Your heart was beating out of your chest, at how close your faces were together. For a moment, all that the two of you do is stare at each other. You were studying every part of her face, the light freckles on her nose, the way her bangs fell over her face, her slightly parted lips, and her piercing blue eyes looking back at you. “You are so beautiful.” Your words are spoken softly, like they would disappear with the slightest gust of wind.

Reneé’s smile grows, “Thank you baby, so are you.” She reaches out her hand and starts running her hand through your hair, moving her face a little closer with every movement. Your hand finds her side, where you let it rest. When Reneé didn’t see any form of hesitation from you, she closed the distance between you. Her soft lips were moving in a slow rhythm with yours.

Kissing Reneé was both the scariest and most comforting thing at the same time. The softness in her eyes when she pulled away from the kiss, nearly melted your heart. “I've been wanting to do that for so long.” The blonde confessed. Your smile grows wide, “Me too.” Reneé lays down on her back, and pulls you into her side. “Come on, let's get some rest. Big day tomorrow.” You hum, and get comfortable. “Goodnight Nae.” The blonde kisses your forehead, “Goodnight baby.” It was a good thing you were already hiding your face into her chest, otherwise she would have seen you turn bright red.

The next morning when Alyah wakes up, the first thing she does is check your bunk, which she finds abandoned just like last night. She gets excited about even the thought of the two of you sleeping in Reneé’s bunk, which would at least mean a step closer to the two of you realising your feelings for each other. When she stepped closer she heard the two of you giggling, and without knowing what happened last night, she just knew that something had.

“Morning yaya.” Reneé greets her best friend as she heads into the seating area of the tour bus. “Oh yeah I bet it is.” With a knowing smirk Alyah looks up at her, finding a blushing Reneé looking back at her. “Spill.” Reneé slid into the seat beside her, “We kissed, and then cuddled, that’s it. It was amazing though, and I was kind of wanting to ask her out for breakfast, but I wanted to pass it by you first, since I don’t want to leave you out.” Alyah laughs, “Are you kidding me? I’ve been pushing you to ask her out for months! Yes, you go, and you go ask her right now.” Alyah was basically pushing Reneé your way in excitement.

“Would you like to go out for breakfast?” Reneé asked shyly. “Only if it’s a date.” You counter, making the blonde’s nerves fade instantly. “Definitely as a date.” Without hesitation, Reneé grabbed your hand and led you out of the tour bus, having arrived in a new city overnight.

After breakfast you walked around a bit before you had to head back to the venue for sound check. During the sound check you and Reneé were constantly goofing around, much to the enjoyment of Alyah and the rest of the band. Alyah filmed and photographed a lot of the tour, besides the crew who would capture everything in high resolution, the more retro shots that Alyah took were loved by Reneé.

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hippiegoth97 · 4 months ago

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Roam Pt.1: Eddie Munson x Reader

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Description: The year is 1991, and your husband Eddie and his band Corroded Coffin is on an international tour for their first major album. You're traveling with the band in their private jet. On a flight between tour stops, Eddie's fear of flying leads to some interesting events...

Content Warning 18+ Only, Minors DNI: smut, rockstar!eddie munson, female reader, drug use, fingering, oral sex, unprotected sex, mentions of fear/anxiety about flying

Word Count: 3.7k

divider by @strangergraphics

Roam Pt. 1

Good Evening, I'm Kurt Loder for MTV News, bringing you the latest in music entertainment. Tonight, breakout metal band Corroded Coffin are in the midst of a headlining world tour for their smash hit album, Hellfire Rising. So far, they've completed their North and South American legs of the tour and are head-banging their way through Europe. The band caught their big break in 1989, signing with Megaforce Records to produce their debut album. Given their meager beginnings in the town of Hawkins, Indiana, the band has remained humble as they reap the benefits of success. Here we have a clip of their notorious front-man Eddie Munson, describing how the band has taken to their newfound fame.

Interviewer: How are you and the band handling being one of the biggest metal bands right now?

Munson: Ya know, nothing really feels all that different than when we were a local band of nobodies. We just like makin' the music and being a voice for the freaks. And I've got my lovely wife Y/N to thank for helpin' me stay grounded, she knows how to bust my balls just enough to keep me in line. [Laughs]

Interviewer: Sounds like you're a very lucky man, Mr. Munson.

Munson: Oh, please. Call me Eddie, I'm a Rockstar, not a stock broker. [Laughs again] But yeah, I truly am. She's the greatest woman in the world, we wouldn't be here without her encouragement and support. Aw, look man, I gotta get goin'. Goodbye, England and next stop, Germany! [Sticks out tongue while making rocker devil horns]

Well, he certainly is a lively character. Be sure to look out for their upcoming sophomore album, Freaks Only, releasing next spring. I'm Kurt Loder, and this has been MTV News. Coming up next, a solid hour block of your favorite music videos of the summer. Good night.

You click off the TV, tossing the remote beside you on the sofa. "You look so sexy on TV, baby." You say to Eddie, sitting sideways on his lap as you and the band watched the special newscast together on their private jet.

"Oh, really? Better than the real thing, dollface?" Eddie asks teasingly, his hands resting on your hip and thigh.

"Mmm, never." You reply in a sultry tone, leaning in for a kiss. He happily meets you halfway, the hand on your hip migrating to your ass. He squeezes the flesh roughly, making you moan.

"God, you guys need to get a room." Gareth says, rolling his eyes in his chair. The other members mumble their agreement.

"Alright, we'll turn down the heat for your sake, hm?" You break away, leaving Eddie's lap to snort a line of coke from the coffee table in front of you. You inhale it, sniffing harshly. You lazily slump back against the couch, taking Eddie's hand in yours.

"You know, you could've at least mentioned us, Eddie. We are the actual band, after all. All you talked about was Y/N." Jeff pipes up, crossing his arms in frustration.

"Guys, you know how much I value you as equal members of the band. And it's MTV, dude. They catch you off guard and take a small soundbite, you know? Besides, we've all been equally featured in magazine interviews and sit-down talk shows. You guys are my friends, and my brothers. You mean the world to me, we've been playing together since we were kids." Eddie replies, trying to calm the brewing storm.

"You guys are just jealous that the media favors the front-man. It's not Eddie's fault. You think I pitch a fit every time some female fans get a little too bold with him? No, because I know I'm what's important to him, not some slutty groupies. Just like how you all matter more than a fuckin' MTV ambush." You don't mean to overstep, but you wish the guys would chill out a little.

"When we want your opinion, Yoko, we'll ask for it." Alex retorts. You just scoff.

"Oh, real original, man. I'm the wife, so I'm ruining the band. Jesus, guys. You realize you're like family to me, right? Like Eddie said, brothers. I'm just trying to explain why things seem one-sided. You're a band, a team. You think Metallica bickers the way you do? I don't think they'd be half as successful as they are if they did." It may be the coke talking, but you feel like a valid voice of reason for the group, always settling their little squabbles. Despite being grown adults, they still act like little boys at times.

"That's enough, out of all of you. Please, let's not ruin the buzz we have going from how kickass tonight's show was, hm? We're gonna take off soon, so get settled in. Come on, Y/N." Eddie stands, calling the bitchfest to a close and dragging you to the private bedroom at the back of the jet. "Night, guys." He says with a sigh, shaking his head.

"Night, dickhead." The boys call to him.

"Ha ha, very funny." He shouts back, opening the door to your room. You walk past him, sitting on the bed. Eddie closes the door, clicking the lock. The room is pretty eclectic, there's a bed with black silk sheets, a mini fridge, and a small bathroom. There's a large mirror on the ceiling, the walls are painted a deep red, and plush shag carpet covers the floor. Eddie had been very particular about how he wanted the bedroom on the Corroded Coffin jet to look. It's your safe place that you share together, away from the others. Before heading on tour, Eddie had struggled with a fear of flying. Going to LA to sign a record deal and work on the album took a toll on him. And for the first couple legs of the tour he needed to be sedated before each flight. But lately he's calmed down about it, though takeoff and landing still give him major anxiety.

"You alright, baby? How 'bout you come get buckled in with me?" You smirk at him, getting under the covers to fasten your seat belt that Eddie had built into the mattress.

"You could stand to butt out every once in a while, Y/N." He says in annoyance, climbing into bed next to you.

"I'm just trying-"

"Yeah, I know, you're just trying to help. I get that we've all known each other since we were in middle school and everything. But you're not in the band, okay? If we're having a problem, just let us handle it." You're about to protest, but he puts a hand up to stop you. "I appreciate your concern, babydoll. Really, you know I value your opinion over anyone else's, okay? But you don't need to be such a backseat driver." He takes your hand in his, kissing it gently. "I love you, angel. Can you just take a step back, for me?" He pleads with his big brown eyes, you can never say no when he uses them on you.

"Alright, Eddie. I'll let the band handle the band's problems. And I love you too, babe." You kiss his cheek, laying your head on his shoulder as the plane begins to take off. Eddie holds you close, tensing at every movement the jet makes as it ascends into the air. "It's okay, love. I'm right here, and we're buckled in safe." You look at him, trying your best to keep him relaxed.

"I know, I'm a lot better than I used to be. Just hate how shaky getting in and out of the damn air is." He always gets a little pissy when he's scared, but you've always found it endearing. "Maybe if I had a distraction, I might be able to ignore how awful this is?" You're unsure what he's referring to.

"And what did you have in mind, baby?" You ask coyly, hoping he means what you think he does.

"Well...we could, you know..." He gulps, unable to form full thoughts as his fears of falling from the sky take hold. You decide to take charge, placing your hand under the covers to ghost over his cock. He moans, eyes boring into yours.

"Is this what you were thinking of, sweetheart?" You play innocent, teasing him. He just nods, still stiffened up with stress. "Okay, baby. I'll take care of you. Can you lay down for me?" He does as you ask, occasionally trembling like a leaf. "It's okay, I'm gonna make it all better." You grip his length through his tight jeans, causing him to groan. You palm him through the material, winding him up. He gazes at you, panting in anticipation.

"More, please." He manages to say, almost whining. You heed his request, unbuckling his belt and unzipping the fly of his pants. He kicks off his sneakers, helping you pull his jeans down. Eddie pulls his muscle tee off as well, revealing his chest to you. He's only in his boxers now, and your hand grips him again through the thin fabric.

You take a moment to gaze over his form, comparing how he looks now to your high school days. He still has the long hair, and his clothes have stayed the same for the most part. But he's gotten a few more tattoos in recent years, one of which is your initials on his V-line. You have his tatted on your hip, so you always remember that you belong to each other. He also wears eyeliner now, which is very sexy, and has his ears and nose pierced. He convinced you to let him grow a goatee and mustache once, but it didn't really suit him so he thankfully shaved them off. It's crazy to look back on the years gone by, you never thought you'd see Eddie's wildest dreams come true. But you've been by his side from the beginning, and you intend to stay here until the very end. He and the guys worked so hard to get here, you couldn't be more proud. And now you've got him moaning in your grasp, in your bed, in your special room, on your private jet. The mere concept of that blows your goddamn mind every time. "I'm the luckiest woman in the world, you know that?" You say, looking deep into his eyes.

"Is that so? I suppose that makes me an even luckier man then." Eddie breathes heavily, begging with his eyes for you to remove his final layer and touch him fully. You appease him, leaving him naked inside his seat belt. His cock stands at attention, the head swollen and leaking precum. You lean over it, letting a drip of spit slowly fall from your lips onto it. Eddie stares at you, enraptured by every move you make. You spread the saliva around his head, rubbing it down his length. "Fuck, Y/N." He moans, his hand squeezing your thigh.

The pilot suddenly speaks through the intercom. "Evening, everyone. Just letting you know we've reached a comfortable cruising altitude, and the skies look nice and clear for our journey tonight. You're all set to move freely in the jet." The speaker clicks as he concludes his announcement.

"Perfect timing." Eddie says, quickly unbuckling your safety belts before pouncing on you. He smashes his lips on yours, hungrily sliding his tongue in your mouth. You moan into the kiss, gripping the sides of his face. He gropes your tits over your shirt, squeezing roughly as he lays over you. His mouth releases yours, migrating down your cheek, your jaw, your neck.

"Someone's needy." You quip, running your fingers through Eddie's hair. You drag your nails around his scalp, and he groans against your throat. He bites down on your flesh, sucking it into a deep purple hickey. You love it when he marks you, letting everyone know that you’re his. "Oh, Eddie." You moan, arousal spreading in your panties.

"I fuckin' love you so much." He says breathily, cupping your cheek as he gazes down at you.

"I love you too, my sexy Rockstar." You smirk, boldly gripping his cock in your hand again.

"Shit, Y/N." He groans at your touch, desperate to be inside you. "We gotta get you out of these clothes." He pulls at the hem of your shirt, and you sit up to lift it over your head. Eddie immediately reaches behind you to remove your bra, exposing your breasts to the cool air. You expect him to start massaging them in his hands, but he instead starts unbuttoning your leather pants. He pulls them down harshly, along with your lace panties. You lay down on the pillows, completely bare to him. He sits on his knees as his eyes scan over you, drinking in your beautiful form. "You're so gorgeous, love. And you're all mine."

"All yours, baby." You reply, giggling from his words making you blush. Even after all these years, you still feel so strongly for each other. He smirks at you, playfully grabbing your left foot. He kisses the bottom of it, and you try not to react to how it tickles. His lips move upwards, meeting every inch of skin he can. He crawls slowly towards you as he kisses your ankle, your knee, until he reaches your inner thigh. You sigh out at how soft his plush mouth is against your skin, your insides setting aflame. He's about to reach your dripping cunt, when he backs off to repeat his actions on your other leg.

Eddie's eyes never leave yours as he works, letting you know how much he worships you as his true love. He creeps up your other leg, reaching your thigh again. He glances at your glistening pussy, his smile growing wider. "You're so wet for me, angel. You want me to taste you?" His breath fans over you, whispering across your clit. He massages your thighs with his hands, tentatively waiting for your answer.

"Yes, please. Show me how much you love me, darling." He doesn't waste a single second before diving between your legs. His tongue licks a long, deliberate stripe from your entrance to your bundle of nerves. "Oh, God." Your hands ball up the sheets beneath you, pleasure already beginning to take hold. Eddie's a master at eating out, always knowing exactly how to please you. His tongue is possibly as well-trained a muscle as his musician fingers, he doesn't stick it out at all opportunities for nothing.

"Mmm, you taste so good, sweetheart." He says, quickly resuming his work on you. He licks you relentlessly, flicking his tongue against your clit and inserting himself into your soaked hole. You moan his name repeatedly, feeling your orgasm building like a knot in your belly. His fingers replace his tongue inside you, curling to hit your g-spot expertly. He pumps his digits in and out, sucking harshly on your clit. He wants to feel you cum around him, to scream his name as pleasure takes you over.

"Fuck, Eddie. Don't stop, right there! Just like that, make me cum." You cry out, tangling your fingers in his hair to hold his face against your core. He hums against you when you tug on him, the vibrations sending you further toward the edge. He maintains his pace, wet noises harmonizing with your moans. Waves of pleasure roll over you, signaling your oncoming release. You gaze up at the ceiling, watching your reflection in the mirror. Your skin is glistening with sweat, your mouth agape as curses and cries of passion tumble from your lips. It's intoxicating to watch yourself lose control, seeing Eddie's mop of curls situated between your legs. You look at the flexing muscles in his back and shoulders, and admire his perfect ass.

Eddie hums against you again, pumping his fingers faster into your pussy. You scream his name as your orgasm rips through you, your thighs clamping around his head. Fireworks explode inside your stomach, showering sparks throughout your body. He drinks up your juices, extending your high. Stars blur your vision, and your hips buck against Eddie's face. He's struggling to breathe, but he lets you ride out your orgasm. The bliss dissipates, your body going limp and releasing your husband from your grasp. "Jesus, Y/N. That was so fuckin' hot. Almost suffocated me, but I'd happily die buried between your thighs." He pants, marveling at your fucked out expression.

"I'll make a note to sit on your face on your deathbed then." You joke, making the both of you laugh lightly. Eddie lays over you again, kissing your lips repeatedly. His cock slides against your slick folds, making the two of you moan into each other's mouths as your lips smack together. He continues to rub himself against you, teasing and riling you up again. Your blood is boiling inside you, you can't wait any longer for Eddie to fuck you. "Baby, please don't tease." You whine between kisses, urging him to give you what you want. He rolls you both over so you're on top, breaking his lips away from yours.

"Go ahead and ride me, darling." He grips your hips roughly, his rings digging into your flesh. You sit upright, taking Eddie's dick in your hand. You pump him a few times, lifting yourself on your knees. He moans at your touch, boring his eyes into yours. "Now who's being a tease?" He asks breathily, and you smirk before sinking onto his length. He fills you up perfectly, brushing against your g spot. The air is knocked out of your lungs, and you take a moment to adjust to his size.

Once you're ready, you slowly lift yourself up and fall back down onto Eddie's cock. "Fuck." You mutter, relishing the sensation. You repeat this action a few times, drawing lewd moans from the both of you. You place your hands on his chest, beginning to bounce up and down against him. His hands guide you to hit your sweet spot every single time, your head falling backwards in ecstasy.

"God, you're so beautiful like this, angel. And so fuckin' wet and tight for me." He meets your bounces with the occasional thrust upwards, making your breath catch in your throat. Your velvet walls hug his dick perfectly, it's like you're made just for him. He'll never get enough of you, he always wants to be balls deep inside you and making you scream.

You roll your hips, setting a new angle for yourself that manages to feel even better. A second orgasm is simmering inside you, building and building as you keep up your rhythm. You can't stop moaning, calling Eddie's name like he's a deity you're praying to. He's just as vocal as you, which you've always found extremely hot. He's not afraid to express himself with you, in bed or otherwise. This moment is so perfect, you never want it to end. "You feel so good inside me, Eds. Only you can make me feel this way." Your dirty confessions spur him on, he hammers up into you even more as you continue to ride him.

You're chasing each other's highs at this point, desperate to send yourselves over the edge. Your skin is slicked in sweat, making your bodies slippery. Your lustful noises blend together with the slapping of skin. When you least expect it, the plane hits some minor turbulence. Your stomachs drop as the jet dips in the sky, and you catch a bit of air before landing on Eddie's cock deeper and harder than you ever have before. You both shout obscenities at the sensation, half-wishing it would happen again. "You getting close, baby?" Eddie asks, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he lowers a hand between your legs to rub your clit with his thumb. You moan at the added stimulation, moving your hips even faster. You want to cum so badly, your bliss is threatening to boil over any second.

"Yes, love. So fucking close, make me cum." Your eyes meet his, burning with intense passion. The look on his face tells you he's just as close to the edge as you are, sweat drips down his cheek, and his eyebrows are knitted together. He rubs your clit harder, watching your eyes screw shut as you're overtaken by your orgasm. "Oh, Eddie!" You scream, legs shaking uncontrollably. Eddie moves his hand away, grabbing your hips again to pound upwards into you to reach his own finish line.

You keep moaning consistently as his thrusts prolong your pleasure, your mouth hangs slack to release the noises. You see stars once more, they swirl around in your vision as your arousal drips down Eddie's cock. You throw your head backwards again, tears streaming down your cheeks from overstimulation. He looks at the scene before him in the reflection of the mirror above you, watching himself fuck you relentlessly is what makes him lose control. "Fuck, Y/N." He chokes out, his warm load spilling into your spent cunt. His strokes slow down to a gradual halt, and you collapse onto his chest. You're almost gasping for air, your pussy clenching his length as your high subsides.

Eddie wraps his arms around you as you both try to steady your breaths. You lay on his chest, listening to his racing heart as his dick softens inside you. It's so comfortable and warm to lay with him like this, to be so close to another person is an amazing thing. You carefully lift yourself off of him, your mixed release dripping onto Eddie's stomach. You moan at the sight, quickly running to your bathroom to grab a damp washcloth to clean him off. Once he's no longer sticky, you put the cloth back in the bathroom and shut off the light before climbing back into bed. Eddie tugs the covers over the two of you, pulling you close to lay your head on his chest. "I love you so much, babe. You're the best husband a woman could ask for." You nuzzle his neck, playing with the small tuft of hair on his chest.

"And you're the world's greatest wife, angel. I love you to the ends of the universe and back." You lift your face up to give him a deep, warm kiss. He happily returns it, your hearts swelling with sheer love and adoration for one another. You pull away, failing to fight back a yawn. You lay back down, your eyes fluttering closed as you drift into a deep sleep.

To be continued…

#hippiegoth97 #fanfiction #smut #eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #90s #rockstar eddie munson #corroded coffin #eddie munson x fem reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut

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dinotoro · 1 year ago

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i just knew

pairing : myung jaehyun x reader

genre : romance

subgenre : fluff, angst, friends-to-lovers

word count : 1.1k

summary : jaehyun and you have friends since the time big bang happened. you always felt that you two could be more than that. however, jaehyun's perspective on the situation was a bit different.

warnings : none

disclaimer : all character depictions are fictional and in no way represent or depict the actions of the real people.

permanent taglist : mochamvgz , nyxvrse , luvistqrzzz , hyhees , sngvhs

footnotes : this fic is dedicated to my lovely baby sis cinny aka mochamvgz. this was inspired by that one scene in s8 of b99. this was not proofread. i hope you like it <3

release date : October 26th, 2023

The earliest memory that you had featuring Jaehyun and you were when you two were five years old.

It was a pleasant spring day, and your families had decided to host a picnic in the nearby park. Little Jaehyun was told to share his candies with you. Even though he was reluctant, he pushed a lollipop towards you. You smiled widely and accepted it, thanking him softly.

At that moment, Jaehyun felt happy that he shared it with you.

You, on the other hand, were not so compassionate. Since childhood, you hated sharing your things. So when you noticed Jaehyun staring at your last piece of french fry, you felt protective over it. His lips formed a slight pout as if imagining himself eating that. With pleading and puppy eyes, he looked at you.

You just turned your head away and quickly ate the last piece.

You had turned around to see Jaehyun’s reaction and saw that his eyes had turned glassy with tears. Even though something tugged in your heart, you just walked away and sat somewhere far away.

Cut to middle school, when both of you were a bit closer to each other than before. You used to sit beside him and would love to annoy him. He used to say that the purpose of your birth was to be a menace (you could not disagree with that). He would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the little shenanigans.

The banter continued till high school. You would present him with a muffin, only to take a bite out of it before him and giggle. He would pout, but would secretly enjoy it. He would let you eat the rest of the muffin while tugging your stray hair strands behind your ear.

You would feel your heart racing, and wishing something you had been wanting for a long, long time - that Jaehyun would become more than just a friend.

When college started, both of you almost stopped meeting. Your heart would hurt, but the situation was out of your hands. Jaehyun was pursuing his dreams of becoming an idol, and you were ecstatic to see him excelling in the field he had always wanted to go in. However, a small part of you yearned to be back to those days when it was just two ordinary friends and not a successful idol and his boring best friend. The insecurities would build up, slowly crumbling your confidence to ask him out.

It was your twenty-fifth birthday and Jaehyun wanted to surprise you. He was in charge of driving, but won’t tell you where he was taking you. You were feeling curious and impatient, but he would only smirk. Seeing you fidgeting restlessly and behaving like a little baby, he kissed your cheek and kept driving. That was an effective method, for your insides were churning and you were feeling warm.

He parked his car a little far away from the location and told you to close your eyes. He kissed your cheek gently again and led you to the place.

When you opened your eyes, it looked vaguely familiar. Jaehyun could see the gears clicking in your head, and replied, “This is the place our parents brought us to for a picnic. It was our first meeting.” Your eyes widened, and you wondered what he had in store.

He handed you a lollipop, and suddenly all the memories started to flood back. You thanked him softly and started eating it. Jaehyun asked, “When were you going to confess to me?”

You froze. He smiled gently and said, “When we were in high school, I remember that you had written a small note where you had confessed. You thought you had discarded it, but you had kept it on my desk. At first, I was confused, wondering if it was an accident or whether that was your way of confessing. But when I saw you not saying anything or even anticipating any reaction or reply, I understood that you did not mean for that note to reach my eyes. However, the cat was out of the bag.”

You turned towards him, your teeth holding onto the lollipop like it’s your emotional support. Embarrassment coursed through your veins, and your palms started to sweat. You took the broken lollipop out and said, “I am sorry. I was…scared. I did not want to ruin our friendship.” The sunset looked beautiful, the breeze gently blowing Jaehyun’s hair askew. The last rays of the sun illuminated his face, giving him a golden sheen. He looked perfect, and you felt something heavy pit in your stomach.

He kept looking at you, a small smile adorning his face. He was waiting for you to continue, and expression encouraging you to do the same. You said, “I mean look at you. You are so perfect. You are a great son, a great friend, a great idol, a great leader… I could never compare. How could I even ask you for something, when I knew I was not worth it? Look at your status and look at mine. Wouldn’t it be a harsh joke? Wouldn’t my rash decisions and feelings ruin everything?” As you were telling him about your feelings, you could feel tears rushing into the corners of your eyes. Jaehyun noticed this and hugged you gently, to which you rested your head on his chest and cried. It felt good to finally confess, but at what cost? Did you lose everything now? Did you lose him?

Jaehyun kissed the top of your head and hugged you tightly. It felt like he had returned home, in the arms of his loved one. He said, “Y/N, you should not jump to conclusions like that. You know I love muffins, but I always let you eat those. I love french fries, but you love them more. I would gladly sacrifice all my french fries for you because I love you more, and seeing you happy after eating them is better than eating them myself. I know that for you, it might have a slow realisation, but for me, it has been you. It has always been you. It will forever be you. I love you.”

You looked up at him, your mouth forming an ‘o’ shape. He was slightly teary too, but those tears were of joy. He kissed your forehead and smiled widely. He knelt on one knee and asked, “M’lady, will you be my girlfriend?” You nodded, and he got up and hugged you again.

You might have taken some time to see the blooming love between you two, but for Jaehyun - he knew. He always knew.

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misseviehyde · 2 years ago

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OUT OF TIME

Flicking through the apps on his shiny new phone - Joe grinned in delight at his new purchase. It was 2007 and he was one of the first people in his circle of friends to own an iphone.

His wife Linda had bought it for him. They'd just got married, were deeply in love and were trying for a baby. In fact she was ovulating today and he had a good feeling that perhaps today could be the day. He was heading home shortly to make love to her, once he'd finished his work up in the office.

Joe was self employed - so he was in his own private office and his employees had all left already. His business was modest - but with good prospects for the future. Right now though - he was completely alone and with just a few things to tidy up.

Suddenly Joe's phone vibrated and he saw a picture message had come through from an unknown number. Intrigued he opened it up. Who could this be?

Joe's mouth dropped open as he saw a picture of an incredibly gorgeous looking twenty something girl in sexy lingerie. The resolution of the image was incredible, far sharper and more defined than his own photos so far. She appeared to be holding a phone like his - but so much more futuristic and advanced looking. In fact - everything about her oozed a futuristic sexuality... girls in 2007 just didn't look like this.

The phone began to ring and Joe answered it hesitantly.

"Hi Daddy, did you get my picture?"

"Errrrr who is this? I think there's a mistake."

"No Daddy there's no mistake, my name is Krystal and I'm your step-daughter."

"Errrrr I don't have a step-daughter," he said - feeling confused.

"Not yet you don't - but years from now once you dump that loser bitch Linda you will. I'm calling you from the future Daddy."

Joe laughed, "So this is a prank call. Who put you up to this?"

"You had to settle for Linda until you made it big. Soon your business will become a success... you'll become rich and powerful and then you'll meet my Mom Shelly and me. My Mom and her big tits will own you. She gets a job as your slutty secretary and you begin banging her brains out daily. She transforms you into an Alpha male and you ditch that fat cow Linda to marry her."

"Stop it... this isn't funny," snarled Joe down the phone - though to his horror his cock was suddenly and unexpectedly stiffening.

"You start working out, you get a little cosmetic work done... you even get a cock enlargement. Soon you're a powerful dominant bastard who gets everything he wants."

Joe groaned suddenly at the thought of being a stud with a big cock - it sounded nice. His average five inch cock got even harder. He imagined what it would feel like to have eight or nine inches down there.

"And with your slut eighteen year old step daughter, you soon have the tightest pussy you could imagine for that big new cock to fill. That's right Daddy - you get bored of my Mom and start fucking me. You give me everything I want and spoil me rotten. It's wonderful..."

Krystal's voice was breathy and with a edge of pleasure to it. It sounded like she was touching herself.

"There's only one fly in the ointment..."

Krystal's voice changed - became petulant.

"Before you dump Linda, you get that fat loser pregnant and she has a daughter. Your prim and proper daughter Megan. For some reason you love her unconditionally and she gets in my way of totally controlling and corrupting you. That's why I'm calling Daddy."

Krystal's voice became seductive and slutty again.

"Right now that fucking loser is swimming around in your balls as a tiny sperm. See tonight is the night Megan is conceived and I want to ruin everything. I want you to jerk that dick for me and pump all your sperm out. I want you to flush that little loser down the toilet and leave your balls drained and empty so Linda can't conceieve tonight."

"You're insane - this isn't real. You aren't from the future. That isn't possible."

Joe felt his phone *ding* as more pictures arrived. With Krystal on speaker phone he opened them up to see topless nudes of the perfect young bitch and a video of her masturbating her tight shaven pussy with a glass dildo.

"It doesn't matter if it's real or not Daddy... you're still gonna jerk off. Look how fucking hot I am? Just imagine how good my pussy would feel gripping your cock... imagine sliding it in and out of me."

Krystal began to moan down the phone, her hot pants and moans making his cock even harder.

"Grab your cock Daddy. Pump for me."

Driven horny with lust, Joe unzipped his fly and grabbed his dick. He shuddered in pleasure. He'd never had phone sex before and this was so hot and naughty.

"Yessssss... play along with the fantasy Daddy. You need to cum for me Daddy... its going to feel so fucking good to cum again and again. I want your balls pumped empty of every last sperm. Your cum belongs to me now Daddy - Linda gets nothing."

Joe couldn't believe how turned on he was. He began to follow Krystal's instructions, more pictures and videos of her playing with herself arriving to his phone for him to stroke to.

"That's it Daddy... harder... faster.... stroke that cock and give me the biggest load you can."

"Ugggghhh I should stop," groaned Joe as he pumped - his eyes glued to a video of Krystal fingering her tight cunt - "I'm supposed to go home and make love to Linda."

"No Daddy... you need to keep going. You need to cum... you need to make me happy. Once you cum Megan will be no more. I'll be your little bitch - the centre of your world. It will all be MINE Daddy. Now do it for me... cum for Krystal and betray the daughter you will never even meet."

With a moan Joe erupted. His balls convulsed as thick loads of fertile white cum erupted from the tip. His dick throbbed and throbbed - more cum oozing out as he heard Krystal's triumphant laughing.

"YES DADDY... OH YES!"

Squeezing the last of the cum out of his cock, Joe felt a flash of guilt. He had been saving that for Linda - but now he had wasted his load.

"I can always get her pregnant another night," he mused. Looking down he saw Krystal had hung up and vanished - but her pics and videos remained.

"Or I could keep jerking off to this slut... fuck she's hot. It would be kind of hot if she really was my future twisted step-daughter."

Cleaning himself up, Joe decided to finish his final task which was to read the applications for the secretary position. He would do that then head home and try to avoid having sex with Linda.

Opening the folder he gasped as he read the first application and his eyes widened in fear.

The first applicants name was Shelly and it said here she had a teenage daughter... a daughter named Krystal...

THE END

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beadyeyes · 4 months ago

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Alien Romulus review so spoilers because I'm so so disappointed after being told by every one how good it was and how great the effects were (you all lied to me) so so so long so so so so I don't know if it's worth reading

👍 Loved that they kept up the tradition of killing the people who smoke on screen first

👍 Technology design choices were so fun and did what Prometheus failed to do as a PREQUEL. Also failed to do what the movie itself should've done as a SEQUEL and kept notably similar design choices BUT STILL ADVANCE THE TECHNOLOGY?

👎 They made a group of people so unlikable or undeveloped that I didn't care if they lived or died.

👎 The cousins blatant bigotry against Andy came off mostly as racist AND ableist with no good reason whatsoever. Especially since it clearly wasn't justified by his mother's death because the synthetic in question that "caused her death" was justified in saving more lives over the few. His choice to leave his own family behind despite being so torn up about his mom too? And finally his weird breathing and hovering scene with the pregnant sister right after his girlfriend died was lowkey creepy and I hope it wasn't trying to imply he was the one who got her pregnant? Bottom line he deserved it and his death was the only entertaining one. Was that supposed to be on purpose?

👎 The boyfriend was a bland unlikeable character who failed to even be good enough for meat fodder + deserved to die for wasting screen time AND for letting his cousin be a racist dick to Andy despite them needing the for the whole fucking trip to happen. Worthless character.

👎 First facehugger impregnation being a woman. What a spit in the face.

👎 The fact that it was also a woman I didn't even know the name of! But had 1 more second of development than the rest and seemed like she could've been a cool character if the screen time wasn't logged by unlikeable men. Her alien birth scene was so tone deaf to the original horror of the series idk. I get not wanting to repeat the same thing but the worthless guys survived those facehuggers too easily for her to be the gratuitous birth fodder.

👎 Pregnant sister. I don't know how that could've been done differently but yea. Her boob slime was so. 🙄

👎 Her alien wannabe engineer baby thing sucked. It was so corny I laughed outloud I don't know how it could've been done better but making the aliens more humanoid but not in an uncanny way, like a weird trying too hard to be scary way, felt like a disservice to the viewers intelligence? The fact that it was a full sized thing in like 3 seconds too? No offense but wouldn't it be scarier to fight something small and newborn baby like instead of Grown Ass White Man #72

👎 Rooks facetracking shit was so gagworthy and bringing him back wasn't the tribute to the og movie like they wanted it to be. Remember how the big bang theory would make references by just naming randome nerd shit in succession? That's what he was. Just because you have a character come back doesn't mean it fits the theme of the movie you're developing.

👎 Rook's non-ambiguous characterization as evil. Just lame and defeats the complexity of the original character as well as how the synthetics have been developed.

👎 Her name is Rain and that's my name she wishes she was me so bad.

Rain was just so? Such an underdeveloped character who kicked ass and I appreciated her like? Waiting till Andy had seizure to help him out? I don't know. She just had no backstory or substance and Andy's whole character being there to protect her was fucking lame. Seeing her change that at the last bit was like yay development but then Andy gets killed so then it was just whatever.

Andy's character again, being there to protect Rain and not develop on his own. His disabilities being "cured" for most of the movie. Why the accent? Anyways I'm glad he was there because he was the shining star of the whole thing and even that felt a bit too on the nose as if they knew every one else was worthless.

The movie had a few jumpscares and the gore was nothing compared to ANY of the previous movies. Ultimately I felt nothing for the entire hour and half except for when the cousin got slimed, which I laughed. The mix of CGI was strange. 1 out of 10 as fuck! Do you think they're gonna make a sequel?

#tell me what you thought

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lxstfathier · 2 years ago

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Cachorrita

Pt.2

A random thot for the cachorrita series <3

Warnings: gang bang, blood, manhandling, extreme filth i guess.

The vaqueros arrive at the base late at night, right after being away almost for a week doing a difficult mission in god knows where. And they’re all sweaty, covered in dirt and dried blood, still feeling the adrenaline pumping thru their veins, like wild beasts who can’t get enough of death and violence, determined to sink their teeth at anyone who dares to cross their path.

And you’re the dumb little puppy who did just that, getting out of your room to greet them as usual, wrapping your arms around Alejandro, praising him for another successful mission where no one got hurt. But, when he doesn’t hug you back, you know something’s going on.

And then you feel it. Their strange silence and hungry gaze, cornering you like a helpless prey, ready take all their stress and anger out on you.

It’s hard to decipher what they’re planning, and you don’t know if you should be excited or scared. So, before you can ask or protest, Rudy grabs you by the collar, yanking you against his chest. “Be a good girl and let us have some fun, si?” he says, effortlessly ripping your clothes with his free hand, exposing your pretty body for everyone to see.

Sure, you’ve pleased Rudy and Ale at the same time, but the whole base is something different. There’s a lot of soldiers, the best of the best in the Mexican special forces, killing machines who haven’t touched a woman in months, and one girl can’t be enough to satisfy all of them… right?.

But they don’t care. Soon you feel a lot of gloved hands groping your body, squeezing your tits, pinching your nipples, stroking your thighs and pushing their fingers between your legs, exploring your pussy until someone finds your sensitive clit, causing you to squirm and whimper.

And your cute sounds only make them more desperate. Some already have pulled their cocks out of its pants, slowly fucking their fists, enjoying the beautiful sight that your are.

That’s when Alejandro can’t resist anymore. So he tugs at you, taking you away from Rudy’s grasp, forcing you to your knees right in from of him and two other men, shoving their hard lengths to your face. “That’s it, cachorrita. Show them what that little mouth can do”.

And who are you to say no to three pretty cocks, throbbing and begging to be touched? fuck, it’s like a dream. You take Ale in your mouth, sucking him in the way you know he likes, and use both of your hands to work on the other two, even if your small hands can’t wrap fully around their thickness.

Grunts and lewd noises fill the room, intoxicating every single one of you, the passion and lust becoming almost unbearable.

Alejandro grabs your hair, keeping you still while he violently fucks your throat. Tears roll down your cheeks, gagging and choking with every thrust, but taking it all like the grateful puppy that you are. And it doesn’t take him long to finish. His cock twitches on your tongue, spilling his hot seed down your throat, relieving himself of all those days of pent up frustration.

“What a good fucking whore” that’s all you can hear, not even distinguishing who said it, before Rudy takes you off Ale and back to him.

He lifts you up easily, as if you weighed nothing, hooking his arms under your ankles, immediately burying himself inside your pussy with desperation and need. What happened to the sweet Rudy who always took his sweet time to get you ready for his big cock? you have no idea, but you kinda like this side of him, animalistic and brutal, making you cry in pleasure as you feel him go deeper than ever.

You hold on to his neck, your nails digging into his black vest, and it’s not long until you feel another man behind you, positioning his throbbing length to your little asshole, pushing in slowly. “It’s okay baby, relax. I know you can take it.” Rudy talks you through it, sensing your fear of having something there for the first time.

But once they’re both inside, stretching you open so nicely, thrusting in and out in at a fast pace, has you seeing stars and moaning like a bitch in heat.

“F-feels too good” You whimper, the knot in your tummy growing tighter with each one of their movements. “Can i cum? Please?”.

“Fuck yeah, come on, make a mess on our cocks”.

It’s all too much. The pleasure overtakes every inch of your body, whimpering and squirming as your tiny holes clench hard around their big cocks, begging for more. It drives them crazy, grunting and thrusting at a fast pace, chasing their own highs, way too drunk on sex.

You lose yourself after that first orgasm, blissed out of your mind, going limp on their strong arms. And you don’t really mind if they keep using you, you like it actually. It’s kinda fun how they use you like a doll, throwing you around from one soldier to another, making sure that everyone has their turn with you.

It’s gonna be a long night. They won’t stop until their balls are empty, and your pretty body is covered in sweat, bruises and spit, and all your holes are filled to the brim with their hot cum 💗

#im fucking feral rn i wanna be shared by a bunch of hot military men yall don’t even understand #i might turn this into a series (?#if you have any ideas or suggestions please let me know #alejandro vargas smut #rodolfo parra smut

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docgold13 · 9 months ago

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Heroes & Villains The DC Animated Universe - Paper Cut-Out Portraits and Profiles

Talon

Teresa was one of the many young people who were present for the so-called ‘Big Bang’ and was subjected to the mutagenic effects of the mysterious Quantum Vapor. The vapor changed those exposed to it, bestowing many of them with metahuman powers. These individuals came to be called 'Bang Babies.'

Like many other Bang Babies, Teresa's physical appearance was drastically altered. She took on avian features and gained the ability to fly. She could additionally emit a debilitating sonic scream.

Her powers not withstanding, Teresa was very upset about how her physique had changed, seeing herself as a freak who could never again be a part of the normal world. The villainous Ebon took advantage of Teresa’s anger and recruited her into his gang of super powered villains, The Meta-Breed. Teresa took on the alias of ‘Talon’ and dutifully attended to Ebon’s evil bidding. This resulted in multiple instances where Talon battled against the heroic Static and his allies.

When Dr. Donald Todd devised a serum that could reverse the effects of the Quantum Vapor, Talon was eager to participate in the test trials and hopefully be transformed back into a human. The serum proved successful and Teresa lost her powers and resumed her original human appearance. When Ebon stole Dr. Todd’s serum, hoping to alter it so to amplify his own powers, Teresa assisted Static in determining Ebon’s location.

Actress Tia Texada voiced Talon with the one-time villainess first appearing in the third episode of the first season of Static Shock, ‘The Breed.’

#Static Shock #DCAU #Static #Talon #Tia Texada #cut-out #paper art

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missoneminute · 1 year ago

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The Libs on Waterloo: A comedy of errors

Rockin'on interview, 2015

Interviewer: What about You're My Waterloo then? This is a love song about a beloved soul mate who one is destined to meet once in a lifetime but who also becomes his nemesis later. Is this about you from Peter's point of view?

Carl: But the phrase of the song is a metaphor for Napoleon's most worthy opponent, which means Admiral Nelson who defeated him at the Battle of the Waterloo.

Interviewer: I think it was not Admiral Nelson but the Duke of Wellington that beat Napoleon at Waterloo.

Carl: Shit. Nelson was the one at the Battle of Trafalgar. My mind is in a haze after touring every day (blushes). Back to your question, the name of the song used an English colloquial word that implies respect for the best opponent of one's life. Saying it's a love song will cause funny misunderstanding again ...

Interviewer: But the lyrics say 'you're the only lover I had who ever slept with a knife'? Oh well.

Les In Rocks interview, 2015

Interviewer: In ‘You’re My Waterloo’ on your new album, you sing 'You are the survivor of more than one life’. Even though this song was written long ago, do you feel like survivors?

Peter Doherty: Carl didn’t write that song about me. And I didn’t write it about Carl. That line comes from the shock of learning that when he was born Carl had a twin brother, who died when he was a baby. We played it at a concert recently. Just after I sing, 'You’re the only lover I’ve had’, sometimes people like to look for clues about our relationship, but every time I meet his gaze when I’m singing those lines, he makes this face [looks up to the sky and shakes his head, grimacing].

Carl Barat: I actually used to sleep with a knife.

Peter Doherty: Yeah, what’s strange is that he actually used to sleep with a knife.

Carl Barat: It made you paranoid, so I stopped. You were really upset, 'What’s that? Are you going to use it against me?’

Peter Doherty: I don’t like to think about the time that Carl threatened me with a knife and …[he shudders]. I think when you’re openly straight, at 18, and they think you’re a mod, and you’re going to the indie-nights every night, trying to find a girl, without any success, all of that creates this strange atmosphere. Imagine us, both sitting on the night bus home, after spending the evening in the West End, trying to chat up a French girl, in vain…

Interviewer: To return to the question, do you feel like survivors?

Peter Doherty: Oh, I’m sorry. What’s the origin of that line. The first time that Carl took me to his mother’s house, I saw a photograph of his twin brother, and that made a big impression on me. In fact, it even became somewhat unhealthy, because afterwards, I used to tell everyone that I had a twin brother who died. It was a bit weird.

Carl Barat: Fortunately, it was not done with any bad intent.

Peter Doherty: I’m so honest that five minutes after I said it I confessed that it was a lie.

Carl Barat: So you’re a survivor?

Peter Doherty: I am a survivor of lies, of course, 'more than one life.’

A Likely Lad, 2022

"'You're My Waterloo'... ended up being one of The Libertines' big songs. There's a line in that song, 'You're the survivor of more than one life', which is about Carl - his twin brother died when they were just weeks old - but the actual subject matter of the song was Sally. 'You're My Waterloo' was also an important song for the development of Carl and me as songwriters. I had these chords and lyrics and bang, he came out with the bridge straight away. He wrote the musical melodies in answer to the lyrics that were about him, the idea being they entwine in rhapsodic ecstasy. It was a real symbol of what we could do together."

#since we are discussing this #the libertines #peter doherty #carl barat #pete doherty #pete and carl

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comrade-ellis · 1 year ago

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fantasy high junior year predictions/hopes

trackerbees breakup and kristen moves in with gilear

kristen discovers a disowned gay uncle and deals with the emotional fallout of having been kicked out of her family at 14 (can we please talk about THAT instead of more religion???)

her parents fucking die and through the power of friendship her gay uncle gets custody of her and her brothers

seriously can we please explore kristen's material familial relationships i think shes cool with god for now

gilear gets neutered

*gilear voice* i thought i was going to the doctor but it was the veterinarian fig. they took my balls.

ragh and aelwyn are friends and carpool to community college

aelwyn gets so much therapy and she gets super into zen and has a sand garden and picks up a multiclass in artificing

aelwyn and fabian retcon. they never banged and they actually do group therapy together. for some reason gilear is the receptionist at the therapists office he gets fired for breaking hippa

fabian is also in therapy. they all are

aelwyn gets super into welding. shes blue collar now baby

adaine starts sewing her own pants. i won't elaborate

fathrethriel comes back. don't know why this is in the adaine section. it is though.

adaine and ayda are friends more

adaine and ayda volunteer at the animal shelter together doing therapeutic readings to dogs

zane darkshadow is present :)

tracker transes their gender and kills a man any man is good maybe that like bird guy in the av club skrank

skrank

fig, fabian, gilear, and hallariel go to family counseling

sandra lynn goes on a scam therapy retreat but she gets really into the scam therapy. she doesn't get real therapy even though she should

jawbone + thistlesprings polycule. i dont want it and you dont want it but it could happen

gilear gets neutered

gilear successful yogurt enterprise foiled by sandra lynn's scam therapy

fig and ayda queerplatonic relationship

fig quits music. she starts doing slam poetry. it is unsuccessful and she experiences professional and creative disappointment

fabian engineered the gilear neutering

hallariel gets pregnant after gilear gets neutered and fabian obsesses over proving gilear is not the father. chungledown bim is the father. fabian obsesses over proving gilear is the father. fabian struggles with brotherhood. parallels to kristen's relationship with her brothers

cathilda gets a 2 bedroom and fabian moves in with her. new mom now. at strongtower luxury

fabian joins a competitive dance team à la dance moms

the night yorb is taken care of first combat

fabian is in a ballet class but because he started so much later than the other kids it's just a bunch of 6 year olds. there's a recital. this is related to the hallariel pregnancy story line

zelda and gorgug break up zelda is probably gay and gorgug is super supportive about it they're still friends they just weren't meant to be

gorgug and biological parents can we revisit this he met them last episode freshman year and didn't mention it sophomore year

gorgug decides to become a jazz musician and leaves fig and the sig figs

gorgug interns at tech start up. also elon musk is heavily implied to be the Big Bad. no one knows what gorgug does there

gorgug starts working at the ice cream place

gorgug fucking dies

gorgug and ragh accidentally get legally married and spend the season undoing that as a B plot

riz gukgak my beloved

riz and penny are penpals

riz and ayda are friends

riz considers getting his GED and leaving the group but is paralyzed by the notion of choice

riz laser tattoo removal arc

sklonda gets fired cuz her kid is a criminal and its a bad look for the PD

riz, sklonda, and gilear blow up elmville PD headquarters and seize control of dispatch to send every single cop to one address that's just a field so there's no cops in the city and the Bad Kids can break into gorgug's tech internship

arthur augefort dies of a congenital heart defect in the first seven minutes. garthy obrien new headmaster/principal

they build a new apartment building across the street from strongtower luxury called strongtower plaza. it's not relevant but it happens

torek railgrinder owns a sexy rat who is at the vet when gilear gets neutered

#d20 fantasy high #dimension 20 #fantasy high season 3 #fantasy high junior year #riz gukgak #gorgug thistlespring #fabian aramais seacaster #kristen applebees #adaine abernant #fig faeth #fantasy high

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jayktoralldaylong · 13 days ago

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Arcane: Nightmares (cause you know every character definitely has them and they've got a truckload of fuel for them).

Let's start with the guys left behind in Season 2

Vi - So let's start with Vi, and honestly, what doesn't she have nightmares about? She's got a truckload of material to work with, starting from her parents and ending with her sister. It's just back to back night horrors that fuel her abandonment issues and feelings of worthlessness if she's not of service. Likely a restless sleeper. Cannot bear to sleep alone. Probably claustrophobic from prison. The Jinx nightmares probably happen on repeat. When Caitlyn notices her having a hard time, sometimes she lets Vi curl in her arms and they just sit together, sometimes staying silent, something talking till she falls asleep again. Anything to chase the demons away.

Caitlyn - Speaking of demons, no one ever gets over the loss of a parent. She might have let go of her hate of Jinx, but she's been kidnapped, nearly blew up twice, and lost her mother to an explosion. Caitlyn probably hates fireworks. She goes missing during Progress Day. Vi can always find her in whatever corner is furthest away from the sound. Vi presses close and talks, her voice helps ground Caitlyn, cupcake probably has words of affirmation as a love language. Caitlin's nightmares aren't too bad, but when they are, she immediately reaches for Vi, and Vi is there always, taking her hand immediately to remind her that everything will be alright.

Ekko - You ever lose your entire family to a big bang, lose contact with all except one who now works for the guy that killed them (probably fearing she'll kill you too one day?), and somehow you have to cope with all of that as a child. Ekko has nightmares in the form of good dreams. Memories of perfect times. The nightmare is that Ekko wakes alone, from the beginning till the end, always alone. Painting helps sometimes, until the pain is more than a brush can hold. Hanging out with the other Firelights grounds him, he knows he's done it all for a reason. They say nothing when they see him dozing beside the campfire group, they know he just needs to be around people.

Mel - Her entire childhood was nightmare fuel. She only got out of that when she came to Piltover and she's right back in it. Probably haunted by her mother's ghost (she will never be rid of that woman). Her nightmares probably consist of losing everyone who's ever openly loved her (Her mother, Elora, Jayce, her brother). I do hope it does not make her harden her heart, she's been through so much already. Mel takes a walk and goes back to painting. One time she caught herself painting an exact replica of Viktor and Jayce. She could not bring herself to destroy it so she hides it in her room and dreams of better times.

Sevika - Definitely nightmares of Silco and Vander. Then Jinx. I don't think she'd have nightmares of Isha, but she would remember the girl. Sevika probably wakes in a cold sweat. She's back to unhealthy habits to chase the nightmares away, but she'll do her council job right because she fought so damn hard for that dream. There are still people she can share it with, and they need her now, like she needed Vander, Silco and Jinx. If anything, the pressure to not let them down keeps her going.

Ximena Talis - Cause so many people forget about this woman and just thinking about her makes me want to cry. (⁠T⁠T⁠) She probably dreams of her baby boy and just like Ekko the real trauma is that she wakes alone. Lost both her husband and her son, but I don't think Ximena truly regrets Jayce's success. She knows it made him happy. Sometimes the hardest thing about being a parent is letting your child forge their own path and accepting the consequences as part of them. Magic was Jayce's whole life. Still, a small part of her might wish they never ended up in that storm in the first place, so she could still have her little boy.

Steb - Also under discussed, probably dreams of Maddie. Maddie apologising, Maddie saying she was blackmailed, Maddie crying and saying that she was wrong. She was his friend. Then Maddie turning around and killing him in the same breath. Definitely going to birth a whole new realm of trust issues. There's no way he saw that coming. I wonder if Maddie would have really killed him. He was to be executed along with Caitlyn, I wonder if Maddie would have made a case for the other enforcers to be spared. She was his friend and he probably never found out why (people say she was Noxian but wouldn't they know that? In her file?). He probably thinks of Loris, and how lucky Loris is that he did not live to know their friend was a traitor.

Scar - I don't know enough about him but I'll give it a go anyway. He seems old enough to have seen the first war involving Vander and Silco. So many guns going off in his memory. Probably friends lost, so many nameless faces and too many with names. Fortunately for Scar, he can wake in the world he fought for, for the sake of his child. A world that chases the nightmares away.

Singed - If that bitch even has nightmares, he can choke on them. 💀 Bro sacrificed everyone else's child and parent to bring back his own. The nightmares are scared of him. I'm pretty sure just looking at his baby clears his conscience. Bro might have some regrets but he'd definitely do it all again. 💀

#These are not facts #these are mu thoughts #Heck #I'd love it if people expanded with more ideas of what the Arcane characters are having nightmares of #caitlyn arcane #caitlyn and vi #vi x caitlyn #caitlyn x vi #mel medarda #ekko arcane #arcane ekko #mel arcane #Dang we have so few living candidates actually

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watchfuldeer · 1 year ago

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“in the alternate universe where eps 8-9-10 didn’t get rewritten”

Wait, rewritten how?? May I ask? Should I?

i wrote way too much sorry

they were rewritten to include shiv being pregnant, which hadn't been written into the season until that point. everything in 8-9-10 relating to shiv's pregnancy was an extremely hasty last minute addition, which is why it made no damn sense narratively when they dropped it into the beginning of 4.04, in a scene they filmed towards the end of shooting. every person who said in the interim between s3 and s4, shiv is not fucking pregnant, was in fact entirely correct, and they didn't plan to write it at all and it sticks out like a sore thumb in terms of succession's otherwise quite delicate plotting. which is especially disappointing given the huge payoff that paying close attention had during s3.

so, it scuppered their plot big time, but they just about clawed it together, if you ignore like. every emotional beat between episodes 1-7 lol. which is a real shame! i'm sure jesse had good intentions. but yeah, that's why they were rewritten. i think 8 and 10 weren't even rewritten to a substantial degree, but 9 is hanging by a thread in terms of cohesion - it's the only episode where they had any time to put 'oh shiv is also having a baby' scenes in, and reading the scripts it's just so clear that other stuff not only hit the cutting room floor but got swept away completely. connor is pretty much a non-entity after 4.08, for instance.

as for tom and greg (and shiv and matsson, and greg and matsson, and that whole mess of a love square) i think reading between the lines there are things missing. i can't say for sure what they were, but the script books were highly edited for publication, and no way is jesse ever going to personally give me a straight answer to the question 'what was shiv's actual arc in s4, before it became She Is Pregnant', or 'why did you prevaricate in the edit on tomgreg and tomshiv to the detriment of both, but mostly at the expense of tom, which felt really weird while watching the season because where the fuck did he go'. and yet, i think the denouement for both was really fucking good. stuck the landing despite taking a bizarre, last minute route there.

but yeah, if tom and greg did bang, it was 4.09. because the final scene for tom and shiv in 4.09 > first scene for tom and shiv in 4.10 makes very very little sense for either of them. it's like something else happened for tom at the end of 4.09 than what we saw. because the beginning of the finale he's with greg like yeah we're divorcing byeeeeee, and like wouldn't that have a lot more weight if he'd done anything other than be so eepy at logan's wake, while greg was crawling on his knees for tom to mencken and had that deleted scene with ewan. wouldn't greg almost betraying tom in the finale be higher stakes if they'd slept together, wouldn't it be more obvious and devastating that tom invites shiv into the car because she's suddenly more useful as his wife because of the decision she made at the vote... i simply think it would have been delicious.

huge caveat that this is just my thoughts. just my lil ol theories and thots. i read scripts and think about this stuff alot and have kept an eye on behind the scenes shenanigans. maybe shiv slept with matsson instead! maybe greg did! idk! but there are hanging threads that were snipped imo, rather than wonky plotting from the outset.

#tomgreg #succession #anon

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fizzigigsimmer · 1 year ago

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I wish I had more time to write. I have so many fic ideas that live in folders that I am afraid will never see the light. After I finish my Big Bang fic I still have to finish To B With Love & All The Kings Men (oof poor baby has gone so neglected). So this brain bunny will sadly probably not see life until next years big bang honestly. But I love the idea so much and want to share it. All my love to @dream-about-dancing who helped me with my initial brainstorming and encouraged me that this wasn't too dark of an idea lol.

That said. Warnings ahead for some dark!romance as in, this is fucked up with purpose.

The idea came to me after the massive disappointment that was Don't Worry Darling. I just feel like the film missed a lot of the horror and emotional beats that make the original Stepford Wives so twisted and compelling.

So my idea for a Harringrove Stepford!Wives Au was born.

A secret government organization has given Martin Brenner funding for "The Eden project". The goal of Eden is to create an actionable community model that would end poverty, wealth inequality, crime, war etc in the western world. Their slogan is " take the first step to world peace. Choose Eden."

World peace is the surface goal, but we all know Brenner is a closeted sociopath - so naturally he's using Eden and the technology behind it to create a weapon that can control/erase/change the will of others on a mass scale. World peace through mind control in other words. Everyone in Eden is essentially a test subject.

Brenner finds volunteers by preying on fringe groups and people who are ostracized in society, because they can more easily disappear without being missed. Nobody cares if the guy dealing drugs out of his van stops showing up to the corner, or some "tranny" quits their job and moves without telling anyone.

Billy and Steve are college roommates, it's the 80s, and they're both deep in the closet. Billy struggles with his childhood trauma and Steve is there for him like no one else ever has been. Steve is exploring his own sexuality and trying to live independently of his overbearing parents for the first time and they form a very codependent relationship.

Steve's parents start to suspect somethings up with him and his roommate and start to put pressure on him to live up to his responsibilities (Aka join his father's firm and get married to a nice girl). It doesn't help that Billy is fearful and possessive of their relationship and generally just a giant redflag. Steve just wants to be with Billy, but he knows they don't have a future and he doesn't want to be the son who fucks up and ruins his family over something he shouldn't even want - so he breaks up with Billy.

Billy spirals. He completely ignores the part about Steve breaking up with him because he's an unstable mess lol and fixates on Steve's parents and the world telling them it's wrong to be together. He knows Steve was happy with him and that Steve loves him and is desperate to get him back.

He meets someone at a bar who introduces him to Project Eden and indoctrinates him into Brenner's circle. At first Billy thinks this sounds like some weird geek novel bullshit, but the idea of a safe world where he's not wrong for being the way that he is, and where Steve still loves him and he's powerful and successful and nothing can touch him? Appealing as fuck. Sign him up. He'll be a warrior for world peace.

Cue him literally abducting Steve on his wedding day and bringing him into Eden, where they become The Hargroves. They have the perfect life and the perfect marriage that the outside world tells them they can't have. Billy's the provider and each day he gets to come home to his blissfully happy and submissive husband.

He was afraid at first that Brenner's technology would take away what he loves most about Steve, but no he's still the same dork with the same fire. The only downside is Billy knows deep down that Steve didn't choose this and he lives in fear of Steve waking up one day and truly hating him.

The first crack comes when Steve starts to have upsetting dreams about the past, including the time his dad called him a slur and accused him of ruining the family and breaking his mother's heart. Billy tells him these are just nightmares but he knows they are really Steve's memories popping up where they shouldn't. He starts to panic and does everything he can to "fix" Steve, gaslighting him the entire way.

Meanwhile poor Steve is on a reluctant heroes journey slowly regaining his memories and his own mind. He starts unraveling the mysteries behind Eden with the help of Eleven and his friends, who are also fellow residents of Eden. Eleven is Brenner's "daughter" and unknowingly is a big part of how the technology works. Max and Lucas came to Eden together so they could be together without persecution. Heather and Robin were lesbians who didn't know each other and wanted a chance to experience being in love. Jason was a closeted man escaping religious trauma, but in Eden he's the perfect husband to Chrissy who isn't sick or being abused by her mother anymore, and Eddie was a poor social outcast who wanted the world to hear his music. In Eden he's a rock star and has a budding romance with Jason & Chrissy.

Steve agrees that they can't allow Brenner to use El and the Eden technology for what he's planning, but the more of the truth he discovers the more he wishes he'd never woken up. Because despite everything, he loves Billy and the life they have. Billy's very sorry of course. It was never his intention to hurt Steve. He just wanted to make things right for them. And it can all be right again if they all just take this little pill and go to sleep.

Decisions decisions.

#harringrove #plot bunnies #dark romances #twisted love stories #stepford wives au #the plot bunny vault #fic ideas #fizzi writes fic

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forthoseinterested · 17 days ago

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The default politician is a normal white guy

Close your eyes and think ‘politician’. I bet you think of a white guy—probably in his 40s or 50s, and with a simple first name, something like John, Rob, Steve, or Chris. It can be less common, but nothing that people will mispronounce, or worse yet be corrected about the pronunciation of. And he just looks normal. Clean-cut, short hair, suit and tie. They make these guys in a lab.

I’m not saying this is how it should be in an ideal world. That’s just how it is. The further you stray from the default template, the more you have to justify yourself, the more you have to compensate. It’s not impossible to get elected as something else, but if there’s nothing remarkable about you, people are just going to lean toward just electing the normal white guy instead. The electorate has a huge normal-white-guy bias. In mainstream, national politics that is.

For example, if you’re a gay dude, then you better be the best goddamn gay around. A model gay. The kind of person we can’t tell is gay at first, and doesn’t weird anyone out. In the US right now, the go-to example of that has become Pete Buttigieg. He even has a simple-enough first name. Pete. His surname is a little stupid, and people can’t figure out how to pronounce it just by looking. It’s like, boot-a-jedge? It’s a good strategy that he emphasizes his first name with that ‘Mayor Pete’ nickname. But is this guy exceptionally great? No. He’s kind of just a normal guy, but worse, because he’s gay. It’s a downgrade.

If you’re black, you have a very high bar to get over. You have to be very wholesome and family-oriented. Nothing scary. No rap music or Islam. Be a Christian. Don’t cheat on your wife, or have children with multiple women. The day a black dude tries to run for president with kids from multiple women, the media will call them ‘baby mommas’ at every opportunity, everybody will pretend they’re not being racist, and suddenly the public will remember they care about family values again.

It’s also better if your wife is a black woman. Americans are more comfortable with black people when they’re in same-race relationships, because that prevents any kind of weirdness. I think black voters like it better too, actually. If you wanted to sell an interracial couple to the American public, it should probably be a white man with a woman who’s not East Asian. A black or Middle Eastern woman would probably do.

Barack Obama walked the line. He was highly educated, a great speaker, he had experience in state and federal politics, he had a good home life with a normal marriage to a black woman, two kids and a dog. His worst quality was probably his name, which people did try to use against him, but at least it wasn’t something hard to pronounce. His middle name just sounded sort of like that terrorist guy, which wasn’t enough. And his first name, Barack, is uncommon, but also relatively simple, and it actually has a good ring to it. Barack Obama. It rolls of the tongue well.

To be a woman is also a difficult balancing act. We’ve seen successful female politicians in other countries. To make it big-time, they have to be tough enough to be taken seriously, but communicate in a soft enough way they don’t get called a shrill bitch, and they can’t be too sexy or emotional. They have to be a ruthless grandmother of the nation. Angela Merkel (Germany), Margaret Thatcher (UK), and Indira Gandhi (India) are some good examples of this.

If she’s too attractive, that actually works against her, because men won’t take a woman seriously as an authority figure if they also want to bang her. They’ll just say she’s hot and they want to sleep with her, but this is intended as a way of being belittling or demeaning. We’ve seen this over and over again with politicians like Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, for example. If you ask people what they think of her, people answer by talking about her appearance, instead of their thoughts about her as a serious politician, and the signal is they don’t think of her as a serious politician.

There are sometimes young women who end up as heads of government in other countries, but usually ones that are especially forward-thinking compared with America, and who have a governmental system where the leader is less emphasized in elections. Jacinda Ardern, the PM of New Zealand, for example, was not directly voted in, and I doubt a woman like her could’ve been successful in American politics, at least without totally changing her approach.

Hillary Clinton was a highly competent woman who’d proved herself many times over and captured that ‘tough grandmother’ energy reasonably well. There are few women in America who had as much potential to become the first female president. It took a lot of effort and resources to keep her down, especially in lies and conspiracy theories in the right-wing media circus that focused on her, and managed to trick enough people into thinking she did something wrong in Benghazi, and then had an email server, and maybe was orchestrating a pedophile sex-cult out of a pizzeria? Despite all that, she got more votes than her opponent and almost got elected, because in most ways she did fit the role well.

Kamala Harris

Now let’s talk about Harris. She’s part-Indian, part-African American, part white, so she’s only like a quarter black or something. Does that matter? No, obviously it shouldn’t—but people talked about it during election season. It was a topic of conversation. That’s a downside of being non-white, sadly. This topic doesn’t do anything productive, and of course nobody wastes any time talking about a white guy’s race. Does anyone care what country Tim Walz’s parents came from? Is he Irish? Is one of his parents from Denmark? I don’t know, or care, and I doubt anyone else does either.

But what people really dislike is ambiguity. If you’re black, then you need to clearly be black and lean into being black and make that part of your story. If you’re Indian, then likewise. There are, in fact, people who didn’t realize Harris was black until the 2024 race. And even after this became a conversation, Harris just tried to avoid the topic entirely. She was asked about it in an interview, and she just called talking about her race a tired talking point, and asked to move to the next question. In my view, this shows her poor understanding of the American electorate. She needed to tell her story. Tell us where your parents came from, talk about your past.

For many people, the lack of clear backstory, and the appearance of a changing backstory, contributed to the perception that she was inauthentic. There were people who criticized her for claiming to be black despite only being a quarter black and not having “the black experience” (there were black people who believed and argued this).

I saw many Harris supporters make the mistake of insisting on the pronunciation of her name, making that into a bigger deal than it ever should’ve been. “It’s not kuh-malla, it’s comma-luh”. Terrible. Way to shoot yourselves in the foot. If I could’ve given everybody advice: just say Harris. It’s the better part of her name, and there’s no reason not to use it. If I were on her staff, any time I could just be saying ‘Harris’ instead, I’d do that and just skip the Kamala part; and then when people do say Kamala, let them pronounce it however they want. Who cares?

What did Harris have to compensate for these disadvantages?

Unfortunately, Harris does not at all have tough grandma vibes. Is she too young? Maybe it’s about how she talks. People don’t like how she sounds, or how she laughs. Either way, she doesn’t have the right vibe. She feels more like a classmate at college than a wise no-nonsense grandma.

What’s her experience like? Senator from California, then Vice President. That’s reasonable, you say. But right now, California has a bad reputation nationally. Not a bad reputation it deserves, but one that it got because people see news reports about how there are homeless people shitting on the streets in San Francisco. Line-ups of homeless tents! And oh, the crime! We’ve all seen those videos on the internet of people looting stores and nobody stopping them, right?

There was a referendum (prop 47 in 2024) to reclassify petty theft at some point and the people of the state voted in favour of it, which didn’t work out, which is why now they��ve passed another referendum (prop 36 in 2024) reversing some of that change. So despite California being the wealthiest state with a really high quality of living where people all across the country would be happy to move to if they could afford it, a lot of people across America hear ‘government of California’ and think bad thoughts. (This will be a hurdle for Gavin Newsom if he tries to break into national politics—they’ll just talk about California’s problems constantly, and the narrative will be California bad, therefore Newsom bad.)

Before being a Senator, Harris was an Attorney General. What does that even mean? She was in charge of laws being enforced in California? That’s bad, because in California they have bad laws and people do bad things and they get away with it because California is bad. So that’s all just bad.

Then she was the Vice President for 4 years. That must be valuable experience, right? Unfortunately, the way a lot of people reason is “if my life is going well, I support the current leadership, and if my life feels like it’s going poorly, then I don’t support the current leadership”. Is it their fault? Were there things they could’ve done but didn’t? It doesn’t matter. The reasoning doesn’t run that deep. Lots of Americans thought the economy felt bad, so they don’t like the current leadership, and Harris is the current leadership, therefore she’s bad and that political experience amounts to nothing, or less than nothing. They would’ve preferred Harris in an alternate timeline where she was never VP to the Harris in our timeline where she was. It tainted her.

Is the economy actually doing worse? I don’t even know. There’s indicators to suggest it’s not, but people will say they feel the economy is doing bad no matter what the numbers say. It’s actually largely psychological, not mathematical. There are various biases and ideas that go into how well people think the economy is doing, and part of it is messaging. If every day you turn on TV and the people on air tell you “the economy is bad”, then you’re just going to end up feeling like the economy is bad, regardless of your personal experiences with it. A similar thing happens with crime rates.

There was that whole “border czar” lie that Harris’s campaign didn’t do enough to contradict. And the border is another feels-based topic, where virtually nobody has any idea what the border is like—most people in the country are nowhere near it and don’t interact with it, so what do they know? Whatever the press shows them, is the answer. But somehow, everybody ended up feeling like the border is a big problem right now—and if things are bad, then your current leaders must be to blame. And there was an article a few years ago where some journalist called Harris the border czar, which must mean the border is her fault, maybe? It’s brilliant, in an evil sort of way.

(Harris was tasked with diplomatic missions related to immigration, which were arguably successful. It was never her job to directly do anything about the border. That whole narrative was just made up by the right-wing media.)

So experience and personality weren’t in her favour. What was?

Nothing, really. Everything I know about her cast her in a negative light in the public’s eye. And that doesn’t mean she would’ve been a bad executive. She probably would’ve been the best president the US has had in some time. But she’s a woman, she’s black or something, she talks weird, she has a weird name that people mispronounce. That’s a lot to compensate for. For somebody like her to get in, she’d have needed to be exceptionally great, and she wasn’t.

Joe Biden

Now look at Joe Biden. He was a great candidate, both on paper and in practice—well, before he became President, at least.

First of all, he’s a normal white guy with a simple name. He fits the model. There’s nothing to compensate for. His name is Joe. It’s literally the name that we use to mean a simple everyday guy. He’s just an ordinary Joe. Joe Sixpack. Joe Shmoe.

Then you look at him, and yeah, there’s really nothing weird about him at all. He’s perfectly fucking normal. He’s from a working class area, then he worked in government for a long time, and everybody who’s worked with or around him speaks positively of him, including his opponents. People liked him as VP. He’s seriously great. The fact he’s had such a difficult time speaking in the last few years is pretty much his only downside.

In every respect other than being younger, the move from Joe to Kamala was one of the worst downgrades of all time.

That’s what I thought, anyway. At the time, many people seemed to be happy with the change-up, but only because they were happy to feel they had ‘solved’ the Joe Biden problem.

That’s why Tim Walz was important. He distracted everybody from Harris. Tim was like the new Joe: a normal, friendly, white guy with a simple name. Tim. He’s Tim. He was a high school football coach, for cryin’ out loud. And he had political experience. The vibes were immaculate. He’s all the things Harris lacked, but which people were too uncomfortable to acknowledge Harris lacked, because people don’t usually speak as frankly as I’m doing here.

A similar tale: the NDP

In Canada, the two big parties are the Liberal Party and the Conservative Party. In the 1960s, a third party called the New Democratic Party (NDP) was founded. Under the leadership of Jack Layton, a normal white guy with a simple name, it actually grew a lot in the early 2000s, culminating in the 2011 general election, where they took seats from the Liberals and the Bloc Québécois, another smaller party. It was their best performance ever, and the Liberal Party’s worst performance ever, and the NDP went from 4th to the 2nd largest party in the country, after the Conservatives. Layton was seated as the Official Opposition. This was a huge moment for them, and for Canadian politics in general.

Jack Layton had some of the same energy and appeal as Bernie Sanders, in that he was an old white guy who came off as principled, authentic, and caring. But he was also an effective politician, genuinely trying to expand and grow the party. He was normal, he was a good speaker, he went on the streets and talked with people. He didn’t do anything stupid or controversial. Even relatively apolitical people in my life knew about him and had a good impression of him.

Then tragically, he died. The year before the election, in 2010, he had cancer, but he seemed to recover. He became the Opposition Leader in May 2011. In July, he announced that he had another, different type of cancer, and then in August he was pronounced dead. We never found out what type of cancer it was, and it doesn’t matter. As far as politicians go, this man was beloved. Everybody mourned.

Fast-forward to today, and the NPD is back to being 4th largest in the House of Commons. In the 2015 general, the Liberal Party came back stronger than ever under Justin Trudeau’s leadership. They went from 36 seats to a majority with 184 seats. The NPD lost more than half of theirs. And while they tried for a round with Tom Mulcair in between, for the last 7 years now the NPD party leader has been a man named Jagmeet Singh. In my view, this is the reason they no longer stand a chance. The downgrade from Jack Layton to Singh is enormous.

If you just read his name in your head for the first time, you probably mispronounced it. It’s not ‘jag-meet’, it’s ‘jug-meet’. Take some meat, put it in a jug, and then it sings to us. Jug meat sing. That’s his name. It’s a terrible name, almost comically terrible. He’s also a Sikh, which is some foreign religion that most of us know nothing about. He gets on stage with a big beard and turban. I’m sorry, but what do you expect running a leader like this?

Part of the reason a white guy with a simple name is the default in politics is that people want their leaders to represent them, not only in policy but in who they are. I’d say our current and previous PMs, Justin Trudeau and Stephen Harper, both achieved that. If you put them on stage internationally, I’d say they’re both fine reflections of what Canada is as a nation. Sing is not.

Singh isn’t an immigrant. He was born in Ontario. That means he speaks normally, at least. If he were serious about becoming a leader in national politics, he should ditch Sikhism, get a normal haircut, and either convert to Christianity or just say he’s not religious and avoid the topic. He could’ve been successful as a normal Canadian guy, except that his skin is a bit darker because he came from an immigrant background. That can work. In his current state, though? It doesn’t look like he even wants to represent Canada. It doesn’t look like he’s serious about ever actually winning. That or he’s hopelessly naïve about how politics works, and he thinks if he says the right things he’ll somehow overcome all of his own electoral disadvantages. He won’t. I actually doubt he’d win even if he took all of my advice, because there’s probably nothing particularly great about him. If you want to win and you’re not a normal white guy, you need to be a cut above, you need to stand out and be better than average, and I’m sorry, but Singh probably isn’t.

In the United States, I’m skeptical of third parties because I think they’ve ended up having motives other than trying to actually win office. They know they can’t, but run anyway for the impact their run has on the election, trying to spoil the race by ‘taking’ votes from the candidate most similar to you, or just using the platform you get by running for office to expand on your own brand and personality in other ways. It becomes a weird grift, a performance art.

Is that what happened to Singh and the NPD internally? Did they give up on ever actually winning federally and just decide they may as well embrace being the progressive-minded left-leaning minority party that gets to make statements to the press, but never has to actually govern? That’s why they would tolerate being led by Singh, who scores many progressive ‘points’ (look at us, we’re so forward-thinking that we chose a Sikh with a beard and turban as our leader!) and will never win anything.

I don’t know. I’m not privy to internal NPD party politics. It’s just a thought.

By the way, the best politician ever was John Tory, the former mayor of Toronto. That guy is like if space aliens were trying to disguise theirselves as a politician. He's the most normal-looking person ever, and his name is literally John Tory. John Tory! What a name!

#politics #election #joe biden #kamala harris #donald trump #canada #analysis #npd #jack layton #jagmeet singh #realpolitik #some people might find this post depressing tbh #I'm too realistic

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BBC Merlin Reverse Bang Masterlist

Thank you to all the fantastic podficcers, artists, and writers who participated in this first round! The fest was a huge success thanks to each of you. Without further ado, here is the masterlist for the 2022-2023 BBC Merlin Reverse Bang!

Sons of our Fathers

Artist: The_Pen_and_the_Sword

Writer: s0mmerspr0ssen

Summary: When King Uther gets word of a dragon sighting, he sees a chance to finally get his hands on Balinor’s son, the last dragonlord. Prince Arthur is determined to prove himself and makes it his personal mission to slay the beast and capture its master. But amongst rising tensions with Mercia, Camelot’s hunting party is attacked and Arthur ends up alone in the forest, severely injured. He stumbles upon Merlin, who has been on the run with Aithusa ever since his father’s death. Merlin, oblivious that the injured stranger is the Prince of Camelot, ends up helping him – a fateful decision…

FIC & ART: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45594802/chapters/114729199

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Watching You Like I’m in Love

Artist: General_Jellyfish

Writer: remaymber

Summary: Arthur had been watching Merlin ever since he had first met him. He was watching Merlin just like he watched the entirety of his kingdom to protect and defend. But as fate intertwined their lives closer and closer, Arthur started feeling like watching might just not be enough.

FIC & ART: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45462886

ART: https://www.tumblr.com/the--short--one/711662624050413568/merlin-reverse-big-bang

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Getting to hope you like me

Artist: Papysanzo89

Writer: Sage_Owl

Summary: Merlin and Arthur meet for the first time at one of Morgana's lavish Christmas parites, and the attraction between them is instant.

FIC & ART: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45248359

ART: https://www.tumblr.com/papysanzo/711782259539197952/after-months-i-can-finally-post-these

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Setting Free

Podficcer: pezzax

Writer: TyalanganD

Summary: Life is relatively easy, if monotonous, for Merlin: he lives with his parents in Outer Hebrides, he works at the local supermarket, and sometimes he uses his magic for mundane little things. But all of that changes when one day, he learns terrible news: his father is dead.

Distraught, Merlin sneaks out in the middle of the night and cries out into the sky. And then, the cry gets louder, and becomes something else…

...and then, a huge golden dragon appears on the sky.

FIC: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45789913

PODFIC: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45790453

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Clockwork Spells

Artist: MaxMagician

Writer: mirjoyX

Summary: Lord Merlin Browning lives life as a mechanic in the dazzling city of Camelot, until one day an unknown ability throws him into a world of magic and fables.

FIC & ART :https://archiveofourown.org/works/45811813

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tangled up in your bedsheets (and in your arms)

Artist: feuxx

Writer: Imagined

Summary: Merlin parts the orange in two when he’s finished peeling. The juice streams over his wrist and upper arm, and he licks it off absentmindedly before he hands over one half to Arthur. Arthur hesitates for a moment, something strange flickering over his expression before he takes his part.

“They’re best shared,” Merlin tells him, and puts a slice to his lips.

Or: When PhD student Merlin Wyllt flies to a tiny, faraway Italian town for a summer job with Professor Ygraine du Bois, he finds himself unexpectedly at odds with her son, Arthur

But not only oranges blossom in summer, and Merlin finds that he and Arthur have a lot to learn from—and about—one another.

FIC & ART: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45685282

ART: https://www.tumblr.com/feuxx/712149710794850305/tangled-up-in-your-bedsheets-and-in-your-arms-by

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The Golden Cage

Artist: LFB72

Writer: MyKingdomComeUndone

Summary: When Arthur secretly follows Merlin into the woods to discover what his manservant is up to, the last thing he expects is to be confronted by an actual, real-life dragon. A baby dragon, granted, but still, Arthur is determined to save Merlin from his own recklessness by capturing the monster...

Arthur's actions set the two of them on a path full of secrets and truths that might make or break their relationship, and Camelot along with it.

FIC & ART: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45352543/chapters/114103633

ART: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45499744

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Fake Happy

Artist: tigereyes45

Writer: Joanna1995

Summary: Calm settles over Camelot after the battle of Camlann. Everyone should have been happy, yet Merlin isn't. Even though Arthur survived, the thought of what might have happened, and what could still happen in the future have him stressed out. He has taken to hiding his feelings from Gwaine, his soulmate, which hasn't made him feel any better. He hopes that soon, everything can be revealed, and things will finally calm down.

FIC: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45916054/chapters/115569103

VIDEO: https://youtu.be/oSf6FSs55hM

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kiss with a sword

Artist: Aro_Tarot

Writer: princessoftheworlds

Summary: Queen Morgana rules Mount Olympus with an iron fist, and when she proposes a match between god of spring Emrys and her estranged brother — the god of death Arthur —there can be no refusing.

But in the Underworld, Emrys, who prefers to be called Merlin, discovers that his marriage comes with a catch: his new husband resents his sister and her realm, and has no time for Merlin. Quickly, their mutual apathy turns to mutual loathing. Arthur grapples with his new marriage and holding onto his resentments while Merlin seemingly finds himself with only one option — to overthrow Arthur and install himself as the ruler of the Underworld.

FIC & ART: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45795277/chapters/115246360

ART: https://www.tumblr.com/aro-tarot/712520374958571520/kiss-with-a-sword

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If I Gave All My Heart

Artist: griffonskies

Writer: paceprompting

Summary: Years before a young boy with destiny on his shoulders walked into Camelot, there was simply…Arthur, Crown Prince of Camelot: a young man vying for his father’s approval and desperate to prove his worth. A desperation that earns him a curse, even if it saved his life. Now his heart lies outside his chest, kept safe for the time within the metal of his mother’s sigil…

But it cannot hold his heart forever.

FIC & ART: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45998167/chapters/115784440

ART: https://www.tumblr.com/griffonskies/712768827250917376/bbc-merlin-reverse-bang-20222023-look-look-i

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and the history books forgot about us

Podficcer: Jockles

Writer: catasterisms

Summary: He lets Arthur's body fall, his tears streaming hot down his face. They're right here. The lake is right in front of them, and yet the dragon said there's nothing he could do. They were so close.

Anger rises in him like a wave, swift and strong. Because isn't there something? Hadn't he traded a life for Arthur's once before? Nimueh's face flashes through his mind, the visage blurred by time. He hears her voice again, proclaiming that she would guide Arthur to his destiny, even though Merlin was standing before her. He recalls Gaius's words about the visions he saw in the crystal cave, and how there are many futures, not just one. If there are many, then why can't he have this?

In which Merlin saves Arthur, but there's no quick fix after revealing the secret he's kept for ten years, and no destiny to guide him any more.

FIC & PODFIC: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46027120

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I am who I am and I am who I was and I am who I will always be

Artist: viraha

Writer: Pearl09

Summary: When Uther rests on his death bed, Arthur desperately turns to magic in a last effort to save him. Merlin, disguised as Dragoon, offers his services, and manages to catch Morgana's attempt at stopping Uther's return. Arthur then asks Dragoon of one more favor: to help him find the traitor he believes lives within the castle. Now Merlin must juggle more responsibilities and his two identities in the hopes of catching Agravaine in the act before his lies all begin to fall apart.

FIC & ART: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46063090/chapters/115952626

ART: https://www.tumblr.com/virahaus/713055952357720064/i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-who-i-was-and-i-am-who-i

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Confirmations

Artist: jupiter-flytrap

Writer: DollopheadedMerlin

Summary: Merlin feels overburdened and under the weather, but he doesn't want to add stress to Arthur's efforts in revitalizing his kingdom after recovering the throne from Morgana, so he tries not to take it personally when Arthur gives him a hard time. But when reports tell of a dragon within Camelot's borders and Merlin gets dragged along on a mission against his nature, the king only seems to double down on his mistreatment of his servant, making protecting the royal clotpole a lot more difficult as he fights off an untreated fever.

"Any time he felt as though he was getting somewhere with his destiny something would come around and ruin it. And more often than not, that something was Arthur."

AU where Arthur knows that Merlin used magic to help him recover his kingdom from Morgana in The Sword in the Stone. Only, Merlin doesn't realize.

FIC & ART: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46113418/chapters/116083984

ART: https://www.tumblr.com/jupiter-flytrap/713180514064990208/confirmations-chapter-1-dollopheadedmerlin

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The Calm Before the Storm

Artist: viraha

Writer: tigereyes45

Summary: Morgana has taken over Camelot with the help of her sister and their undead army. Arthur, Merlin, and the others take shelter within an abandoned castle. There they lick their wounds, and make plans for the fight. Merlin decides now is the best time to reveal a hidden truth.

FIC & ART: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46126483

ART: https://www.tumblr.com/virahaus/713239064837570560/the-calm-before-the-storm-by-tigereyes45-and-art

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You don’t talk about fight club

Artist: alexagirlie

Writer: TravelAgentForGuiltTrips

Summary: Merlin almost doesn’t believe what he’s seeing, they were fighting with magic? He hadn’t thought anyone would be brave, or stupid enough, to start a magic fight ring in Camelot. And not just anywhere in Camelot, but a twenty-minute walk from the castle.

The fight continues until the woman manages to knock a staggering blow against the man. She looks around at the people surrounding the cage and raises her sword while wisps of fire surround her.

She looks familiar…

When she looks directly in Merlin’s direction, he recognizes who it is, even with the mask covering the bottom half of her face.

Morgana.

-AKA-

Merlin stumbles onto a magic fight ring, where Morgana is one of the fighters.

FIC & ART: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46199560

ART: https://www.tumblr.com/alexagirlie/713500800077463552/merlin-reverse-bang

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The Little Prince That Could

Artist: chaosgenes

Writer: Lyskari

Summary: An otherwise routine day takes a turn when Arthur wakes up the next morning to find himself quite small! Together with Merlin they try to figure out what to do... and if it's even possible for him to be returned to normal size.

FIC & ART: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45758878/chapters/115152604

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I Just Wanna Feel At Home

Artist: tigereyes45

Writer: Suitupbatman

Summary: "Feeling more like a fuck up by the day,

I had you,

Honestly, right now you feel far away.

I've got the heart of a martyr,

I've got the walls of a castle,

And I've got the same dreams as before,

But right now,

I just wanna feel at home."

FIC: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46278748

VIDEO: https://youtu.be/07sFCiw6f84

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So Near, So Far, So In-Between

Artist: Mirayla

Writer: Mischel

Summary: When Arthur receives a mysterious mirror as a gift, Merlin immediately senses that it’s dangerous magic — and in his attempt to investigate, manages to get himself trapped inside it. Now, an evil doppelganger takes Merlin’s place and tries to kill Arthur.

Coincidentally, at the same time, Arthur is finally trying to express his feelings for Merlin and wants to start a relationship with him. The doppelganger does not appreciate it.

And Merlin can do nothing but watch.

FIC & ART: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46295389/chapters/116554105

ART: https://www.tumblr.com/mirayladraws/713880822524116992/new-session-archive-of

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Faraway Memories

Artist: MaxMagician

Writer: kingdom_keys

Summary: When Albion’s need is greatest, Emrys and the Once and Future King will return to unite the land once again.

A mysterious box with these words appears on the desk of History Professor Merlin Wyllt. Little did he know, it would turn him into a fugitive, send him beyond the walls of the city, and into the life of one Arthur Pendragon.

A story of past memories, of present lives, and a romance transcending the boundaries of both.

FIC & ART: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46336240/chapters/116660749

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All The Way Back You Held Out Your Hand

Artist: Laevateinn

Writer: EachPeachPearPlum

Summary: It's not that Gwaine's complaining, not really, because this is definitely the friendliest conclusion he's ever seen to a kidnapping. It's way better than torture and starvation followed by either a dramatic rescue or his untimely demise, but yeah, being knocked unconscious, tied up in a shack, having gibberish chanted at him and then being let go again is very definitely strange.

Or: Gwaine gets kidnapped and cursed by an evil sorcerer, but it's okay because Percival still really likes him.

FIC & ART: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46349827/chapters/116695435

ART: https://www.tumblr.com/mslaevateinn/714158301643980801/here-is-eachpeachpearplume-and-is-collaboration

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It’s [Not] So Enchanting to Meet You

Artist: Papysanzo89

Writer: CaughtInTheRa1n

Summary: King Arthur has spent countless weeks convincing his council to invite Emrys, the King of the Druids, to Camelot for a peace treaty. It's time for them to bury the hatchet...except things aren't as simple as they sound. Emrys is rude and beautiful and smug. Arthur is unwilling to let go of his past. When the two find themselves relying on each other for survival, how will they ever see eye to eye?

A hurt/comfort fic with some dungeon-shaped trouble and (hopefully) requited romance. See notes for warnings.

FIC & ART: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46377451/chapters/116767240

ART: https://www.tumblr.com/papysanzo/714200631672520704/heres-my-second-rvbb-3-3-caughtinthera1n

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Forged by Stardust

Podficcer: Caethes

Writer: Arete20

Summary: On Albion, the only space station in the Alliance of United Earth that welcomes open magic users, Merlin works as an assistant mechanic to Gaius. Though Merlin doesn’t hate his job, spending days repairing broken coffee machines and toasters can be tedious, but it's a small price to pay for being able to use his magic openly.

Then one day, a mysterious man called Arthur shows up with a broken droid and a barrage of questions. Arthur keeps coming back with more broken things, and as charmed as Merlin is, he knows Arthur knows more about Albion than he lets on, possibly even about the strange and suspicious incidents from a group of new crewmates. With the Alliance threatened by a brewing conspiracy, Merlin and Arthur find themselves putting differences aside to save both Albion and magic itself.

FIC: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46424716

PODFIC: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46414639

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it ain’t no life to live like you’re on the run

Artist: kairennart

Writer: MerlinMorganEmrys

Summary: Camelot and Escetir are at war, and the gods never really learned how to leave the mortals to their own devices. There's also a prophecy because, of course there is.

FIC & ART: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46482205/chapters/117037480

ART: https://www.tumblr.com/kairennart/714796902674219008/death-war-and-destruction

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What matters is what you make of it

Artist: rhiadan

Writer: Zaharya

Summary: Merlin felt it rush past him, and then Arthur was on the ground, clawing at his throat as he gasped for air.

In the blink of an eye, Merlin’s magic tore through Sigan’s spell. Coughing, Arthur doubled over, only just catching himself on his hands, while Merlin wrestled his magic back under control.

Withstanding the urge to rush to Arthur’s side, Merlin glared at Sigan. “You will not harm him.”

FIC & ART: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46569508/chapters/117270664

ART: https://www.tumblr.com/rhiadan/715069290044391424/this-is-my-art-for-the-bbcmerlin-reversebang-i

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We’ll Always Be The Last To Fall

Artist: Scarlet_Ribbons

Writer: ExcaliburnRowan

Summary:'He does not remember the feeling of panic rising in his throat at the thought that he would not be discovered before he became nothing more than a dead corpse in a dead Queen’s garden, an errant child out of bed after hours.'

After a lifetime of living on the knife-edge of death, when a seventeen year old Arthur is nearly killed by a traitor to in the very heart of Camelot, all he gets is a second glance and an imperious command from his father that Arthur is to get a new manservant. What's worse is that all his protests seem to fall on deaf ears.

Arthur doesn't exactly have the best history with manservants. And it seems like this one with Merlin is going to be shorter and worse than most. It is not just that he is forgetful, or disappears for days on end, but it seems like he had no grasp of common human behaviour. But despite everything, they manage to forge a friendship, and one night, long-kept secrets are revealed, pledges and sacrifices made, and a new era birthed.

FIC & ART: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46464595

ART: https://www.tumblr.com/silk-scarlet-ribbons/715254286069694464/merlin-reverse-bang-submission-art-post

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Like an Oleander

Artist: Stelle_loves_reading

Writer: bang-the-smoke

Summary: After witnessing another sorcerer sentenced to death by King Arthur, Merlin decides he must overthrow him and rule Camelot, which is a unique way to end a relationship.

FIC & ART: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46667728

ART: https://www.tumblr.com/artstelle/715325158983860224/new-session-archive-of

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The Whole of the Moon

Podficcer: NotInPublic

Writer: teachinghimpoetry

Summary: Merlin and Arthur have finally found each other again, and are happily settled in Oxford. But the course of true love never did run smooth, even for the most powerful sorcerer to ever walk the earth. Arthur’s quiet, desperate yearning for family consumes him, yet ends up liberating them both.

In which Merlin is surprised to discover that being a dad ain’t half bad

FIC: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46538512/chapters/117188719

PODFIC: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46644628

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[Untitled]

Artist: alduade-art

ART: https://www.tumblr.com/alduade-art/715464074655399936/art-for-bbcmerlin-reversebang-the-writing-is-yet

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Lovely

Artist: TheSpiritsDemise

Writer: bad_peppermint

Summary: They said the wizard of the woods could give you anything you wanted.

What Arthur wanted, more than anything, was to give up control. Let go of his burdens. Be calm.

The wizard's idea seemed preposterous at first, but what harm could trying it do? After all, it wasn't like they knew each other.

FIC: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46746037

ART: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46826974/chapters/117949645

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for this moment, for all time

Artist: Mirayla

Writer: TheDragon

Summary: "So you—what? Want me to use my magic to help you?" Merlin asks, struggling not to let his disgust show.

"Not your magic, no," the man finally says after a too-long silence, interrupted only by the clanking of Merlin's shackles as he finally pulls himself to his feet. "The ritual would be performed on you. It can be done with or without your consent, but the chance of success will be much higher if you go into this willingly."

"And the ritual is?" Merlin asks after a beat.

"It's meant to dissolve the soulbond between you and King Arthur."

FIC & ART: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46823209/chapters/117939880

ART: https://www.tumblr.com/mirayladraws/715976614756990976/show-chapter-archive?source=share

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