#I'm punching a hole in my tv

[devilfish-wick]

white americans stop making up shit to be scared of challenge (impossible!)

[is-this-even-relatable]

DISCUSSION TIME

So in this AU, halfas just don't exist.

Danny, Vlad, and Dani have two forms because they have multiple obsessions, and each form is specific to an obsession. Again, big thanks to this post, linking it again. Their obsessions are unrelated to their core though. Their cores can gain strength from another source later due to outside influence. Unsure yet how I want everyone's cores to be in this AU. Any ideas? haha

Danny's obsessions and forms: - Space (Fenton) - Protection (Phantom)

For Vlad: - Family (Masters) - Power (Plasmius)

For Danielle: - Freedom (Ellie Phantom) - Connection (Dani Fenton)

Other ghosts could also have multiple obsessions, though the vast majority only have one, and it's a very rare thing. But considering that their obsessions are separate from their core, here's another addition to the AU.

Clockwork, Time core. His obsessions: - Past (baby) - Present (adult) - Future (old man)

A Rising Phantom

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Summary: danny died, and no one knows. He is a full ghost, and only thanks to his dual obsessions can he “live” a normal life and pretend that nothing happened.

I aim to make this a multichaptered fic! Hopefully, the first fic I post on AO3!

HEADCANONS/TROPES/TAGS:

no one knows! AU

full ghost! danny

eventual everlasting trio

dual obsessions inspired by this post, which are protection (Phantom) and space (Fenton)

my own headcanon: danny's death is inevitable, a single point in time that cannot be avoided or changed.

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Danny died on a Saturday.

He was too young to have been left alone; any other house would’ve be fine, but everyone in that town knew, even then, that the Fentons' house was to be avoided by a wide berth.

His parents had rushed out in a frustrated fit, leaving him and Jazz by themselves for the weekend, just like so many before. They were always an afterthought to their parents, long before he was 14.

Danny didn’t intend to go down to the lab that night. But Jazz was out with her friend Kyle, and he was bored. And something down there called to him, though he didn’t know it.

He didn’t know that forces beyond his comprehension were leading to this point, this singularity.

If Danny had known the fate in store for him, he would have begged his parents for them to stay that night, or take him with them. But he didn't know, he couldn't have known... because that's how it was always going to be.

He didn’t know that a man with a clock in his chest, who changed between ages in the blink of an eye, was watching as he walked down those lonely steps.

He didn’t know, as he pulled on a white hazmat suit hand-sewn just for him, far too flimsy for what it was meant to protect him against, that a sentient dimension was pushing against the veil, straining for him.

He didn’t know, as he stepped through the gaping metal maw, that it had already called his name, and death had claimed it.

And afterwards, while he curled up on the cold basement floor, clutching his chest for a pulse, he still did not know that even if he had known... he would have had no choice but to do the same.

Danny died when he turned the portal on, alone in his parents’ lab.

Standing inside, fifty million Watts of electricity coursed from his palm to his heart, searing its path into his skin. It had no exit route. It cooked him from the inside, lighting all of his nerves on fire, and doused him in an infinite realm’s worth of dimensional energy. After what seemed like hours of screaming, panicking, burning- he somehow managed to crawl out of the portal.

He died then, lying flat in front of the machine that ended him, as the intense pain faded into a dull throb that replaced the beating that used to be in his chest.

And as he sat up, feeling both sore and feather-light, he looked down upon his body, and realized that he had died that day, and he was not coming back.

Danny panicked. And he did the only thing he could do. He decided to run away, afraid of what he was, confused and scared and feeling very not himself.

But the main anxiety that drove him to hide his accident was a rather juvenile one.

…He was afraid that his parents would be upset that he had gone into the lab without their permission.

He had messed with their stuff, and turned something on… something he definitely shouldn’t have.

He had just opened a portal to a realm full of the very things that kept him from sleeping at night, of “unfeeling monsters” that his parents had drilled into him about for years.

A portal to ghosts… that were now free to come through.

That thought made something inside him solidify, and a low hum began to emanate from him as he worried about his family. About the ghosts and the portal and how they were going to manage without him…

He couldn’t just leave like this. Not when he was responsible. He couldn’t let a whole realm of monsters hurt his family. At that thought, dread filled him, and that same something inside his chest ached.

But it occurred to him that he still had to leave. Not just at the thought of his parents stumbling in on his body.

No, it was about him. For he was one of them now, wasn’t he? A ghost. And he was a monster now, too. Despite not feeling like one. Despite knowing that there was clearly something wrong with what he had been told and what he knew was intimately true of himself in this new form.

But something inside him whispered at him that he couldn’t take the chance, if he did turn into a monster. He couldn’t let himself hurt his family.

So with fears on his back and a tingle fading from his fingertips, Danny pulled himself up onto unsteady feet. He took his body outside, to the woods where no one would know. And he buried it, alone, surrounded by trees and the sky.

He sat there, at his fresh grave, and cried.

Holding his arms around himself tight, he mourned the loss of warmth, of blood pumping and his heartbeat, so loud in its absence.

Surrounded by nothing but silence, he mourned that he’d never made close friends, nor really had the chance.

Looking up at the stars, he mourned that he could never fulfill his dream of being an astronaut.

He mourned for himself because no one else could.

And as his last cry petered off into the night, the sun broke the horizon.

A different something tugged at his chest, and he let it pull without resistance, worn ragged as he was.

And he was grateful he did. For a soothing light washed over him and transformed him into something similar, but not quite as he was Before.

But he felt warmth, and he felt a pseudo-beat in his chest, sluggish as it was. And suddenly he realized that although he was dead, he was alive in a different way.

He was still there.

He didn’t have to give up on life.

He was not going to be a monster.

Danny walked back home. He washed the dirt away from under his fingernails. He swept the lab until it looked like no one had been there. Minus the massive swirling vortex.

And when Jazz got home from her sleepover, Danny hugged her with a smile.

He was going to be fine.

They would all be fine, he would make sure of it.

[churipu]

omg .. jjk men with a gf who collects plushies !! her bed r filled with them and these big n tall men (EHEM GOJO AND TOJI !!) probably cursed her poor plushies to death in their heads when they saw her cuddling it instead of them :((

jjk men vs their gf's plushie collection

featuring. gojo satoru, toji fushiguro, inumaki toge x fem! reader

warnings. cursing and them fighting your plushies :>

note. i'm writing this as i'm in a zoom meeting to discuss my finals with my friends, idek what's going on anymore and i think something's wrong with my stomach ngl :< anw, anon, i absolutely love this bcs imagine tho.. gojo squaring up with your plushie?? good instagram reel content. hope you enjoy this one anon, and all of u other sexies ofc <33

GOJO SATORU. he. loathes. your. plushies. like, he comes over sometimes and you call him from inside your bedroom — so he opens the door to your room and there you were, laying on the bed, cuddling a cute mochi plushie.

and he's all hysterical, yelling out and immediately pulling the mochi plushie out of your grip, "you're cheating on me with.. with this?" he kicks away your plushie.

"satoru, what's wrong with you?"

gojo furrows his brows and he points a finger at you accusingly, "why hug that?" he pointed at the collection of plushies surrounding you, "when you have this?" before pointing at himself proudly.

"you could've just said you were jealous, com'ere."

gojo immediately threw himself into your arms, making sure to "accidentally" kick your plushies out of the bed so the both of you could have the bed to yourselves.

"hey! my babies!"

"i'm your baby!"

TOJI FUSHIGURO. like gojo, i feel like he just hates the thought of you paying attention more to your plushies rather than him (but he won't admit that), so don't even be surprised anymore if one day a plushie disappears out of your collection.

"toji, have you seen my peashooter plushie anywhere?"

he shook his head, "no."

(he gave it away to a little kid in the streets, telling his mother he wss giving it away for free because it belonged to him when he was young)

"toji, have you seen my cupcake plushie? i swear it was just here yesterday."

toji shook his head, focusing his eyes onto the tv screen.

(he has a personal vendetta against your plushie he punches them out of anger when you're not home — and apparently manages to punch a hole into your cupcake plushie, so he threw it away).

and one day when you caught him in the act of swinging around a pokemon plushie by it's leg, so it all started finally clicking in, "you were the reason behind the disappearance of my other plushies, weren't you?"

"maybe. why d' ya' care so much about them? ya' have something better to hu—" you threw a plushie to his face to shut him up.

"you.. asshole! how could you?"

toji begrudgingly has to buy you not one, but two plushies for you to make it up to you (you just don't know how much he has thrown away behind your back).

INUMAKI TOGE. he aggressively signs to you that he's allergic to your plushies material (in an attempt to get you to throw them away), and you believed in him. you didn't throw them away though (much to his dismay), all you did was store them away and puts a few in the living room for you to hug when you watch a movie or when you just want to nap when inumaki's out of the house.

the male always pretends to be sneezing or coughing when a plushie or two is nearby him in an attempt to continue his act. but one day you come home and toge was just chilling in the living room, laying his head onto your plushie.

"... aren't you allergic to the material, toge?" you asked that so calmly he swore he felt chills run down his spine.

inumaki sat up straight, shook his head, and began singing how he is — but today was different and he just felt fine. then the next few hand signs weren't even coherent you didn't understand what he was trying to say to you.

"toge, you've been lying about your allergies, haven't you?"

inumaki's internally screaming and panicking, he kept chanting, "oh she's angry at me, what to do? what to do?"

"why did you do that? what are you hiding from me?"

so he just sighs out softly and signs about his whole feeling towards your plushie, and all you could do is laugh at him — but at the end of the day it's:

inumaki 01

plushie 00

since you proceeded to still store away your collections and keep only a couple.

© CHURIPU 2023 , DO NOT COPY OR REPOST ANYWHERE !

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Imagine...Running Into Colter On A Job

Pairing: Colter Shaw x reader

A/N: I've been re-watching Tracker before Season 2 starts and I'm dipping my toe in the Colter fanfic world finally! Just a little something short, sweet and sassy to start with!

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Your heart skipped a beat as you rounded the corner and spotted a man, his expression turning confused. “Colter Shaw?”

“Y/N?” You cleared the room before going to where he was handcuffed to a pipe. “What are you doing here?”

“Rescuing you apparently.” You pulled your lock pick from the back of your jeans, jamming it in the key hole. “How’d this happen?”

“What are you doing here?” He repeated, an edge of agitation in his voice this time. You snapped the cuff open, frowning at him as he popped to his feet.

“Working the same job as you.” You got up, his hand on your arm pulling you up but you quickly shrugged him off. 

“You shouldn’t be here,” he said, grabbing your bicep again, keeping you behind him. You punched him in the arm, Colter dropping you, rubbing his shoulder. “What the hell-”

“Do not treat me like a damsel, Shaw. I saved your ass, remember?” You brushed on ahead of him, taking your small handgun from the waistband of your jeans. He wanted to retort but you shushed him, Colter scowling but staying behind you.

You cleared the building quickly, only slightly surprised when you found the teenager you were looking for sat uncomfortably on a chair while an older man watched TV in the corner. Colter tapped your shoulder, pointing at the kid. You rolled your eyes but went along with it. If he wanted to get in a wrestling match with the big guy, he could go for it.

Two minutes later Colter was sat on the man’s back, securing him with the zip tie you tossed over from your jacket pocket.

“Hey, Henry,” you said, the kid looking relieved. “Your step dad do anything to you?”

“No. I just want to go home.” You helped him to his feet, giving Colter a nod. 

“Then let’s get you home, buddy.”

“Shaw,” you grit out in the parking lot of the police station a few hours later. Colter glanced up from his phone before shoving it in his pocket. “What the hell was that back there?”

“Nice to see you too,” he chuckled. “What are you doing-”

“Are you allergic to answering a question?” you prodded, crossing his arms. His eyebrows shot up, a stupid smile on his face. “I asked you first.”

“Wow. You are not the timid accountant you once were.” You scoffed.

“First off, you met me when I’d been kidnapped. I was having a rough day. Is that why you were so pushy back at the farm?”

He sighed, looking over your head. “Listen, I don’t know what you were capable of. I didn’t need another kidnapping victim on my hands.”

You smiled, stepping in closer, his adam’s apple bobbing. “The balls on you to say that to the person that, oh, literally helped you escape? Hm?” 

He frowned, rolling his eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“Sure you are,” you said, walking past him for your truck. 

“Wait!” he said, jogging to your side. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“Does this answer it?” you said, pulling out an envelope full of reward money. Colter looked dumbfounded and you found the expression sort of adorable on his handsome face. “Sorry, seeing as how I found their son, the parents felt I deserved the reward.”

“You track rewards? You?” You patted his cheek, shaking your head.

“It’s a good thing you’re so handsome,” you teased, turning your back to him with a whistle. “Better luck next time, Shaw!”

“But…you’re an accountant!” he called after you.

“Former accountant,” you said, spinning around, walking backwards with a grin. “Turns out I make way more money doing this. A little weapons training here, a little martial arts there and a pushup bra go a long fucking way, Colter.”

“The fuck…” he trailed off as you winked at him. “Y/N!”

“Catch you on the next one, Colter!”

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[teencopandthesourwolf]

THINGS THAT HAPPEN IN EVERY EPISODE OF TEEN WOLF EVER

part i (part ii HERE)

17 different heart attack-inducing storylines all overlapping with one another with some genuinely excellent concepts and lots of cool af lore that's executed so terribly it convinces you that whomever is in charge must surely be a hamster

werewolves and teenagers alike with some seriously debilitating mental conditions running around like they're contestants on the wheel of fortune

scott pining loudly over allison, pre or post allison's death, regardless of who he is dating at the time

beautiful beautiful derek "my whole family died and i'm being soso brave about it and trying to make myself a new one by collecting teen misfits and putting them in a plastic tupperware box but forgetting to poke holes in the lid bc i'm on the spectrum and trying to process and deal and grow as a person which is really tough when life keeps getting harder instead of easier and will somebody please PLEASE just give me a break" hale.

deaton being a smug little twat

STILESSTILESSTILESSTILESSTILESSTILESSTILESSTILESSTILESSTILESSTILESSTILESSTILESSTILESSTILESSTILESSTILESSTILESSTILESSTILESSTILESSTILESSTILESSTILESSTILESSTILESSTILESSTILESSTILESSTILESSTILESSTILESSTI

greenberg being the star of the show

lydia slaying

everybody apart from stiles running around like headless chickens while stiles tries to tell everybody what they need to do but none of them ever listen to stiles so stiles has to do something drastic and dangerous then everybody is all like OMG STILES WHY DID YOU DO THAT THAT'S SO DRASTIC AND DANGEROUS WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU and stiles has to try his best not to eviscerate every single fucking one of them bc he is a good friend to scott

jeff davis doing his doggone constipated best to debunk sterek by writing dialogue/giving directions that hilariously just ardently confirm sterek even more with each epically gay scene

scott sending out thee biggest punch me i'm a motherfucker vibes

AUTISM

danny mahealani stealing the hearts and minds of young and old alike

dylan o'brien being extremely kind by trying his absolute best not to show up all the other actors with his scene-stealing, oscar-worthy performances every second he is on screen and failing miserably.

scott ignoring his phone

mama mcall being so real and a milf

derek's eyebrows being an actual main character

scott auditioning for a new cutting edge reality tv show show called: GIVE ME A NEW PERSONALITY BEFORE SOMEBODY ENDS MY LIFE FOR ME!

boyd being better than everybody else

57% of scenes being filmed in beacon hills high school

41% of scenes being filmed in beacon hills hospital

peter hale, cunt, rocking your world whether you like it or not

(part ii HERE)

[notmorbid]

hacks: season 1.

dialogue prompts from the first season of hbo's hacks. (some lines have been tweaked for rp.)

i didn't realize it was a shoes-off situation.

did you want a gold star for showing up?

you classist monster.

you're supposed to be on mute.

what are your feelings on the climate crisis?

i explicitly told you not to say my name.

we don't work together, you work for me. and not very well.

it doesn't get better. it just gets harder.

do i have big hands?

i have nothing left to lose.

fuck you, lemony snicket.

why do you keep sending me petfinder links?

i told you you were going to regret over-tweezing in the '90s.

the only thing i regret is not getting emancipated.

just don't do it on my time. or in my chair.

go ahead and disregard the picture i sent you.

i do miss you. as a friend.

you think you know everybody better than they know themselves.

you don't even have to go through security?

stop acting like a hillbilly and sit down.

i guess it's good you can be there for someone's kid.

i always drink too much when you're around.

i can radically accept that my mom is a cunt.

they say if you collect, it's not a problem, it's a hobby.

jesus. was it at least good coke?

let's blow this shit and go celebrate.

watching tv is practically like reading a book, at this point.

you're that girl who never got to sit with the cool kids and never got over it.

what a rush. i should blackmail more often.

i feel like we're about to win a bunch of money together.

do you want to do coke in the bathroom?

i would have had such a crush on you in high school.

sorry to be so blunt. we just did a lot of coke.

who even likes marvel movies, anyway?

you were right. i am a little shit.

i don't really have friends. i think that's a huge red flag about me as a human being.

the real work is in loving yourself for who you really are.

my father's in my phone as 'dickhead'.

i know two things: you are a good person, and we need to do some molly.

i don't think i've ever seen you not wearing pants. did somebody die?

what's going on here? premarital sex?

go get a book on attachment theory and a bottle of ativan.

you don't have my number saved?

this is why your building banned parties.

the keg-shaped hole in the wall could have been made by anything?

i have an amazing idea, but it's kind of insane.

that's such a creepy way to be woken up.

i have some weed edibles on me.

to be honest, i keep forgetting to have an opinion on it.

i think shitty things keep happening because i've been a self-centered asshole.

do you know how to play mahjong?

people would rather laugh at me than believe me.

it was great, until it wasn't.

you haven't even heard about when the vatican had it in for me.

it's the truth. it might be nice to finally fucking say it out loud.

you can make it funny. you can make anything funny.

i drink, like, a glass of water a month.

am i blushing?

maybe it's just because i watched carol last night.

i've honestly never met anyone like you.

pretty soon, you're gonna be the same age as me.

i am a grown-up, and you can't make me.

i'm gonna eat your dessert and go home.

i've never been this close to someone i wasn't hooking up with.

stop waiting for ___ to be proud of you and start doing things that make you feel proud of yourself.

hope you enjoyed the free show.

before you, i didn't care what happened to me.

you always make loving me feel like the easiest thing in the world.

what? i'm literally naked here.

oh, that's horrible. play it again.

you're young. you'll be fine.

the whole soul-baring thing seems awfully off-brand.

let's grab a table and talk some shit. come on.

i would have been more than happy to smoke weed with your mom.

well, anyway, he's dead now.

camping? how do i protect myself from bears?

if i'm not upset about it, you shouldn't be.

it's exhausting, beating everyone else to the punch.

never forgive, never forget, baby.

will you stay off webmd? it's bad for your personality.

i can't tell who's haim and who's just three people.

you've always had my back. that way it's easier to stab.

at least now we kind of get each other.

i promise not to send you unsolicited pornography anymore.

you know you're charming. it's annoying, actually.

true feminism is being able to just come out and say that some women are cunty monsters.

your accent makes everything sound smarter than it actually is.

when you share a sense of humor with someone, it's like speaking your own private little language.

we come into this world completely alone, and that's how we leave it.

i don't pretend. i never have.

did you change your signature scent recently?

can we get pulled over for having too much fun?

it's not from therapy, it's from mental health tiktok.

you do think about me, and i think about you. it's called a human relationship.

you don't get to tell me what's important.

i move forward. i always have. end of story.

who slaps people?

i'm worried if i don't say it now, i'll never say it.

do you want some coffee? i made some.

it involved an ice cream truck and a hot wire, and that's as far as i'll go.

my uncle really doesn't want me to do 23andme, so i'm pretty sure he's a serial killer.

i always felt really, really lonely here.

maybe my entire existence shouldn't just be a response to my shitty childhood.

you need to learn to cry without moving your forehead.

[6rookie-writer0110]

Don't take me now

Male Reader x Queen Maeve

Request - Could you do queen maeve x male reader

Your world fell apart and you are starting to feel angry. You found out that your girlfriend slept with Billy the Butcher.

“You are lying!” You yelled.

“Y/n, tell me why would I lie? She isn't even denying it, your girlfriend is not denying it. What would be my reason for ruining your relationship with Maeve” Homelander said.

He puts his arm around your shoulder, he is right she isn't denying it. It was supposed to be a team meeting but it went left.

“Why aren't you denying it?” You asked.

“Y/n… Y/n, I can explain… we- it was a weak moment -” Queen Maeve said.

Your hands turned into fists. Before the meeting, Homelander and Maeve had a private conversation. He believes that Maeve and Billy are planning something against him, she tells him there isn't anything going on but Homelander doesn't believe her.

“We are over!” You yelled.

“Y/n, let me explain. I'm sorry, please let me explain” Maeve said.

“Explain, what Maeve? You broke his heart, how dare you” Homelander said.

He keeps adding fire to the conversation and you believe him.

“I quit the team!” You yelled.

You started to walk away then Maeve grabbed your arm.

“Wait-” Maeve said.

“Let me go now!” You yelled.

She lets go of your arm, and before you leave you punch the wall extremely hard. Now, there is a huge hole in the wall and one of your abilities is super strength. You are still feeling angry and Maeve feels bad about what she did.

“Why did you tell him?!” Maeve yelled.

“He should have the right to know. Y/n is a nice guy and yeah he gets on my nerves but he should know” Homelander smiled.

“You are the worst!” Maeve said.

“I didn't cheat on him. Because of you, he left the team” Homelander said.

Maeve walked away and she was feeling terrible. You didn't know what to do at first, but you went to the woods alone. You went deep into the woods, and you started to punch a tree. Having super strength, you don't feel pain when you punch something hard.

You are letting out your frustration and you keep punching the tree. Your cell phone started to ring and it's Maeve. You don't answer her but there is a big rock next to you, and you kick the rock and it breaks into pieces. You are breathing hard and you break your phone by squeezing too hard.

When you first joined the team, that's where you met Maeve. At first, you and Maeve didn't work well because you would show off while saving people. But slowly, you and Maeve got to know each other and started to mess around then you and Maeve became serious. She told you about her history of dating Homelander. You never opened up to someone until you started dating her, and you thought she was the one.

Maeve is alone in her apartment. She tried calling and sending texts, but it didn't go through. She starts to think about what to do for your forgiveness. She hopes you will give her another chance. She has a picture of you two together saved in her phone, she stares at the picture and starts to cry.

✫ ✬ ✫ ✬

You still save people around the city, you don't help your old team. But it's hard to avoid Maeve because she is everywhere even on TV. You still haven't spoken to her since the breakup and she hasn't stopped trying to talk to you.

Today, you went to stop a money heist and the bad guys got away with a van. Also, Maeve arrived and you are not happy to see her.

“You don't have a choice to work together and stop them,” Maeve said.

You don't say anything and you go after the van. She starts to follow and you start to help citizens move out of the way. But Maeve stopped the van with her body then you ripped the doors open. You pull out the bad guys and throw them against the cars. The cops arrived and started to arrest them

“Y/n, wait. Please can we talk, please” Maeve pleads.

“Why should we talk?” You said.

“I’m sorry that I hurt you and I broke your trust. I will do anything to win back your trust, whatever it is I will do it” Maeve said.

“You hurt me and I had to find out from Homelander! You know I hate that guy but you didn't even try to tell me” You said.

You walk away and she goes after you.

“Please, Y/n. I don't want Billy or anyone else, you mean so much to me. You're the only man I want” Maeve said.

You walk away and you go home. She held back her tears and she left the crime scene.

——-

You are home eating dinner and watching a movie. You hear a knock at the door and you go to open it. You notice that your ex-girlfriend is drunk and you let her inside your apartment.

“Y/n, I'm happy to see you,” Maeve said.

“You are drunk. You shouldn't be here, Maeve” You said.

She moved closer to you and she put her hands on your cheeks.

“I love you so fucking much, Y/n. I-I fucked and I'm sorry but I don't want to be without you. I will do-” Maeve said.

She never said those words before then you sighed. She kissed you on the lips and you moved away. You take her to the bedroom and she sits on the bed then she starts to cry.

“Why are you crying?” You asked.

“Because you hate me and you will leave me forever. I never felt like this before about anyone and I fucked it up” Maeve cried.

“Stay the night. Go to sleep because you need it, Maeve” You said.

You help her take off her shoes and she lies down. You put a blanket on her and she won't let go of your hand.

“Please don't leave,” Maeve said in a low voice.

“I will be in the living room watching a movie. Go to sleep, you need to rest” You said.

“Okay,” Maeve said.

She lets go of your hand and you leave the room. She closed her eyes and went to sleep, you continued to watch the movie while eating.

The next day… Maeve wakes up with a bad headache. She looks around and recognizes it's your bedroom, but she doesn't remember how she got there. She gets out of bed and heads to the kitchen and you are making breakfast.

“How did I get here?” Maeve asked.

“I don't know. You just showed up drunk and crying and told me how you felt. I let you sleep in my room while I slept on the couch. There is coffee and food, you need it” You said.

“Oh, I'm sorry I didn't mean to come here unexpectedly,” Maeve said.

“We can be friends but I can't trust you right now,” You said.

“I don't want to pressure you into forgiving me when you are not ready,” Maeve said.

“Okay,” You said.

✫ ✬ ✫ ✬

You and Maeve are taking it slow just being friends. You haven't joined the team again and Maeve left the team also. While fighting bad guys, she saw you get stabbed with a metal pole through the stomach. She ran towards you and you are bleeding out fast.

“Pull it out! I need to heal before I bleed to death” You said.

“Hold still!” Maeve said.

She pulls out the metal pole and you start to scream. But your body is starting to heal, she grabbed you and rushed you to the hospital.

“You know, I have rapid healing,” You said.

“I know. But I always worry about you when you get hurt” Maeve said.

“Same,” You said.

The doctor and nurses are taking care of your wounds. She didn't leave your side and your body is still healing on the inside. She was going to say something but she kissed you on the lips, you kissed her back.

“Sorry, I just really wanted to kiss you, Y/n” Maeve said.

“It’s fine, Maeve. I can go home now” You said.

You put on your shirt.

“Yeah…” Maeve said in a low voice.

“Do you want to join me for dinner?” You asked.

“Do you mean it?” Maeve asked.

“Yes. Maybe a burger or pasta?” You said.

She smiled at you.

“I would like to join you for dinner,” Maeve said.

You and Maeve leave the hospital together. You take her to a restaurant and you want to take it slow with her.

“How about we go away together? We could start over and maybe bond over something new” Maeve said.

“I will think about it. We could take it slow” You said.

“I know. I won't give up winning back your trust” Maeve said.

After dinner, you invited her back to your apartment.

[rottenpumpkin13]

What other board games are Sephiroth and Genesis banned from playing?

Games Sephiroth and Genesis are banned from playing + why

*not a vlog because I had this post in my drafts but saw this question and decided to answer with it I'M SORRY*

Tic-tac-toe - Banned because one time Sephiroth won four times in a row, Genesis got so angry he punched him in the face.

Monopoly - ALWAYS ends in tears and screaming. One time another SOLDIER on their floor called security to Angeal's apartment because he thought someone was getting murdered. It ended up being Angeal, who lost his cool, then threw the board off the table and simultaneously angered Gen, Seph and Zack.

Rock, paper, scissors - One time Sephiroth threw scissors against Genesis's paper and Genesis punched him in the face.

Chess - banned by Lazard, who once walked in on Genesis trying to do the heimlich maneuver on Sephiroth, who accidentally swallowed a chess piece.

Tag - One time Sephiroth tagged Genesis so hard he accidentally threw him down a flight of stairs.

Snakes and ladders - Sephiroth had never heard of snakes and ladders before, thought it involved actual snakes and ladders. It took an entire day to locate all the snakes loose in the ShinRa tower. To this day no one knows how Sephiroth acquired live snakes.

Co-op video games - SOMEONE punched a hole through Angeal's TV and to this day neither of them will admit who did it (it was Sephiroth).

Hide and seek - They once played with Angeal, Zack and Kunsel. Neither Sephiroth nor Genesis could accept defeat so they simply didn't come out of their hiding spots. It took a 48 hour manhunt to locate the two SOLDIERs.

Scrabble - Genesis is a master at this game, but often makes up words and convinces Sephiroth they exist. Angeal banned it after Sephiroth used "yeet" as a synonym for "throw" during a meeting with the president.

[hutchersonsgurl]

Mr Jealous - Mike Schmidt

Paring X Female Reader with Mike Schmidt

Part 3

18+ smut warning ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️

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You go back behind the bar and finish your shift while Mike stays to make sure you are safe

Fast forward to your shift >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

You holding Mike's hand as the two of you are about to leave but he sees your boss from the corner of his eye

"Hang on a second babe," Mike says as he walks over to your boss looking pissed

Mike walks over to the counter and stares at him with his brown eyes filled with anger

"Can I help you sir? The boss says

" Actually yes he grabs the guy by his shirt I'm here to tell you that my girlfriend quits the only man she gets to dress like that for is me, " Mike says with anger in his voice

Mike punches your boss well now I guess ex-boss mike grabs you by the hand and the two of you drive home

Mike unlocks the door and lets you walk in first and soon as you entered the room "YN your home " abby runs to you and gives you a big hug

"Hey abs aren't you supposed to be in bed?" You say as you give abby a squeeze back

"She didn't want to go to bed till you guys got back" max says

Mike is sitting on his recliner you can tell he's still mad

You look at mike and then back to max

"Thank you for watching her max you can go home now" you say with a smile

"Okay have a goodnight guys" max says as she leaves

You lock the front door and then you take abby to her room and get her to fall asleep

You walk out and you see mike watching TV

"Are you okay daddy? You say as you sit on his lap playing with his curls on his head

"Mhm" mike says

"Are you still mad about the outfit?" You questioned

Mike looks up at you his eyes are staring right through you

"Bedroom now " he says

You get up to the bedroom with mike in tow he smacks your ass as you walk into the bedroom he closes the door and pushes you down on the bed

He takes off all of your clothes and throws it on the foor he puts at the bottom of the bed with a pillow under your head You were positioned at the bottom he pulls your thighs open he can see that you are already wet for him and it makes him smirk

"All of this for daddy? "Mike asked his fingers making their way to your wet clit. You whimpered and jolted at the connection, inching your legs wider for him. He rubbed circles around your bulging clit seeing how wet you are for him makes him proud he pulls back and takes off his clothes and throws them on the floor you sat up and kissed him as he grasped your tits, kneading them and squeezing on your nipples. You moaned into his mouth from the friction as you reached down to his crotch. He groaned when he felt your hand on his erection. You broke the kiss to stare at his length you pull his dick into your hand and put in your mouth

Your soft plush lips wrapped around his shaft like a ring that slid up and down his girthy length. Your doe eyes met his dark ones as your cheeks hollowed, making you moan around his cock. "Fuck baby I'm gonna cum" he says with a moan just as he says that he cums inside of your mouth and you pull his dick out of your mouth he kisses you once again and then he lets out a growl as he positions himself to get into your pussy he starts to push himself in and out of you Your hole was sloppy and wet, and a ring of his previous cum formed around his base. " please don't stop daddy" it feels s'good," you slurred out. He slapped your tits making you yelp and leaned down to suck on your lips. You moaned into his mouth as his cock fucked your pussy anomalistically. "'Pussy's so fucking good," he groaned against your lips I'm gonna fill you up with all my cum and make you pregnant" he continues you can't help but moan "Careful now don't wake up Abby or daddy can't keep fucking you," Mike says as he groans you muffle your moans with your hand

"Good girl" he says Your stomach twisted and you found yourself throbbing around his length, close to cumming. "Fuck I'm so close mike" you say Fuck, cum for me baby," he grunted through his teeth, making you unravel all around his cock, your cum dripping like warm honey on his length. With one final thrust he came too, shooting his load into your tight cunt. He pulled out and watched the mix of cum spill out of you, leaving a mess on your lower half

"Hang on baby girl let daddy clean you up " mike says he puts on his boxers and tshirt to go grab a rag he comes back into the room and shuts the door he cleans you up and the two of you cuddle in between the sheets "that felt amazing daddy" you say as you kiss mike once again well that outfit turned me on again the moment you came into the front room plus you sat on my lap you know what that does to me" mike says as he has his face in the crook of your neck

"I love you so much your mine forever "he says with voice muffled in your neck

"I love you more daddy" you say with a smile

"But baby are you serious about me moving in with you?" You question

"Fuck yeah I'll move everything myself if I have too" mike says pulling his face up and kisses you all over your face making you giggle

"Now let's get some sleep so we can officially move you in later" Mike says as he wraps his arms around you and the two of you fall asleep

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Part 4

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[littleseasiren]

Pumpkin

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: None

Words: Approximately 500 words

A/N: Flufftober Prompt 20: Pumpkin Thanks @flufftober for this challenge. Please let me know if you want to be added or removed from my tag list. Thanks for reading!

"Ok, so the pie needs to cool down first. We can check on it in a few hours. That'll be more than enough time to decorate it before tonight," you tell Bucky as the two of you stare at the pie on the kitchen counter. "Do you think it's sweet enough? Maybe we should sprinkle some sugar on the top?"

"There's no need for extra sugar, you're sweet enough already," Bucky says as he bends down and kisses your neck, down to your collarbone.

"You don't have to flirt with me, Bucky. I'm already yours," you giggle as he wraps his arms around you and pulls you into him.

"I love hearing you say that," he whispers in your ear. "And I'm yours."

He turns you around, then gently picks you up in his strong arms. "You said we have a couple of hours to kill, right?" You follow his gaze as he heads towards the bedroom, happy to be on the same page.

Bucky almost trips when a white ball of mischief runs past his feet, but his strong arms keep you safe until he gently places you on the bed.

A few hours later, the two of you are dressed and ready to go to Steve and Natasha's anniversary get together. They were keeping their party small, happy when everyone offered to bring a dish to the party, so they didn't have to cook.

The first thing you see as you enter the kitchen is some yellow splotches on the kitchen counter. When you move closer, your eyes fall onto the Pumpkin Pie the two of you had made together earlier. You're so distracted by what you see that you don't even hear Bucky stop next to you.

At the one end of the pie are two tiny pawprints, then a few more going to the centre of the pie. You gasp when your eyes reach the centre as you notice two deep holes where tiny paws had obviously punched through the pie filling crust that had still been setting.

At the other end of the pie is a splatter of pumpkin filling, the splatters having landed on the kitchen table along with small yellow paw prints leading to the TV room.

You and Bucky stare at each other in amazement before you follow the paw prints into the room. Alpine is laying on the floor, busy licking yellow pumpkin pie filling off her beautiful white coat. When she spots you, she meows in irritation.

"Don't look at me, Alpine. You're the one who walked all over our pie and fell in," Bucky calls from behind you, laughing at his cat's hilarious antics.

"Do you think if we cover the pie with cream that anyone will notice?" He asks as his blue eyes meet yours.

"Guess we'll have to find out. If the rest of the team finds out about this, the teasing will never end," you admit.

Alpine watches the two of you with her pretty blue eyes, her little leg hair tinted yellow, looking like she's wearing boots over her white fur. At least she loved eating pumpkin.

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[maineventpapiuso]

If Jimmy and Jey don't show up tonight I'm going to punch a hole in my tv.

[the-fairy-dogmother]

Imma talk about dog training and behavior for a sec. Hope the dogblr bus doesn't run me over.

I wanna talk about NRMs, or, No Reward Markers. For those who do not know what a marker is, it is basically a cue that communicates to a dog the moment they get something right, or wrong. Clickers are the most well known markers. Some people, myself included, use a different marker for different reward placements and also to signify what type of reward the dog can expect. "Yes" is the marker I use when I want the dog to come and collect a food reward from my hand. "Good" is what I use when I am delivering the reward to the dog's mouth. Etcetera and so on.

No Reward Markers can be used to signify to the dog that the behavior they have just offered will not yield any reward. I most often use "Cheater" in agility for missed weave poles and missed contacts. It marks the exact moment the mistake was made and also that the dog should start over. "No" is a word that means the behavior they are doing will not yield any reward and they should stop and try something different. They are different in that "cheater" asks to start the same behavior over again whereas "no" communicates that they should switch tactics because there is opportunity for reward but rewards will not be accessible with that behavior.

Now, with that being said, I do not use them for all dogs or in all contexts. Some argue that they squash drive and motivation and I agree that they can if not carefully considered and used correctly for the dog that you are training. They have their place. Wally has never heard a NRM in agility and he never will. But when we shape behaviors for tricks at home he might hear "no" if he's continually offering the same incorrect behavior. For example, he lives by the assumption that is offered any object he should put all his mantis sticks in or on it. Which is cute, but he gets very frustrated very fast if I just ignore it and wait for him to do something closer to what I'm after. If I give him a "no" he will immediately switch tactics. And in that case, I would argue that it's more humane to give him the information that prevents the frustration in the first place.

Now, using NRMs when teaching a skill is one thing, but it turns into a whole other beast when we start talking about applying it to behavior modification sessions and exercises. This is where we're at a much higher risk of increasing frustration rather than helping the dog understand what is expected. This is because when we're applying any behavior modification tactic the dog is likely already under some stress and we need to hold their hands and help them switch tactics, rather than expecting them to be able to problem solve through their stress. This is especially true when they have not yet mastered the skill expected of them in outside contexts and/or when we move too quickly through a desensitization/remedial exposure& socialization plan.

And, the real reason I started this post. Story time!

Yesterday we realized our furnace died when we tried to turn on the heat and nothing happened. Today we are having a new one installed. Normally, for contractors, I just put all the dogs away somewhere that they won't be in the way. Especially since contractors are often punching holes in the house and doing other things that can be Very Concerning To Dogs. But Poki made it loud and clear that she was not happy to be excluded and because we're hoping she's with potatoes, I decided the least stressful thing for her would be a settle session with high value rewards. We put the TV on for some background noise and grabbed her leash. At first, contractors leaving/coming through the front door earned a BROOOOF ( as they should ) and I was luring her with the treats back into her down. I decided this was not too difficult for her because she was easily redirected and it never progressed beyond one boof. After the first hour or so, she would hear a contractor going up/down the stairs and they earned a broof only 50-60% of the time. At that point, I decided to try the NRM "no" since she wasn't showing significant signs of stress. And within 20 minutes (or about 4 contractors passes) contractors appearing on stairs only earned a glance and then a look to me. We are now sitting on the sofa, definitely had her dinner for brunch in my lap 🤣 and watching as they go up and down to and from the front door, earning tidbits for keeping quiet, holding her down, and checking in with me instead of broofing.

In summary, we started by spelling out what we wanted her to do and started off with a ridiculously high rate of reinforcement. Every little noise was cookie city and broofs were redirected. When it was clear she wasn't committed to the broofs, we let her know that those would not work and waited for her to offer the down and look instead. And now we're here, about a snack every 5 minutes, watching ocean documentaries and very satisfied with the amount of chicken and beef nibs we had for brunch.

Would this work for every dog? No. Do I think everyone should go try it right now? Also no. But I think its important to always work on expanding your toolbox and most importantly, to understand what every tool is for.

[theweirdoinurhouse]

A lousy new roommate (Part 3 of my "Lowsy" series"

Part 1:

Part 2:

(Reader is not from Miles' Universe, story takes place in a different one. Thought I should mention that-)

The Spot as been regularly visiting your apartment for a month now. It's been quite an experience, hanging out with him. But it wasn't as bad as you thought. One day, he told you he didn't have any place to stay. So you offered him to stay at your place from now on. What could possibly go wrong?

Spider-man crashing into your living room wall is what could go wrong.

Spot told you that morning that he was just going out for a walk. Nothing too bad. You decided you would relax on your couch and watch some tv to pass the time.

That was until Spot randomly teleported into your living room via his portal-holes, panting and clearly out of breath. You stood up from the couch quickly, thoughts racing on why he was in such a state.

Before you could ask him though, the wall with your balcony crumbled as someone burst through it. You stepped back as to not get hit by any flying debris, but Spot was not so fortunate.

You realized the figure that just broke your wall was Spider-man when Spot yelled "Spider-man! Oh my gosh hi! Funny to see you here!"

Spot was dodging Spider-man's punches, portaling his fists somewhere else occasionally. You just stood behind your couch, getting some entertainment from this. You probably wouldn't last five minutes going against Spider-man anyways.

"Give it up Spot! I'm taking you to Miguel whether you like it or not!" Spider-man yelled, trying to throw another fist at Spot, only for it to disappear into his chest.

"Ooo, that tickles!" Spot responds with. You can tell Spider-man is getting annoyed, because he's throwing punch after punch with such force you weren't surprised he crashed your wall effortlessly.

Eventually, you started getting sick of seeing the two fight (if you can even call it that). You stepped out from behind the couch and stood on the cushions. You raised your hands to your mouth, for no reason other than dramatic affect.

"Could you please take this fight elsewhere?! I'm already high in debt, and the broken wall doesn't help!"

Both Spot and Spider-man freeze and turn to you. Spider-man then turned to Spot.

"You put the life of some random stranger in danger just to escape me!"

"I live here! Plus, you were the one following me. So really you put them in danger-"

Before Spot could properly finish, Spider-man man punched him in the face. While Spot was rolling on the floor, holding where his nose would be and "crying", Spider-man turned to you.

"Are you okay ma'am/sir/mx?"

You shook your head.

"No, I'm not okay! You busted my wall and punched my roommate-acquaintance-friend!"

Spider-man was going to respond to your statement, but a portal opening underneath him dropped him out of your living room before he could say anything.

Spot got up from the floor, rubbing his face. He cracked his back, then hands, than neck.

"Jeez, that guy was persistent! Glad he at least saw me as dangerous enough I'd need to be taken in!"

His voice sounded way more happy than you think it should have. He turned to the now open space that acts as a window in your wall. His shoulders slumped, happy mood from earlier dissipating.

"You have some explaining to do," you said, trying to give Spot a harsh look. It was kind of hard because of how pathetic he seemed 24/7.

"Yeah," he sighed. "Guess you're right."

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You already figured out about him being from a different universe,because he once gifted you car keys and literally said "they're from a different universe".

Wasn't too hard to figure out.

What did shock you though was that this same dude that you offered to stay in your home because he had nothing and reminded you of a wet cat, was also climbing the list of some Spider-people's most wanted list.

While you were surprised by this, Spot was surprised you didn't seem to have much of a reaction. After the surprise fell, he felt relieved that you probably weren't gonna kick him out.

Only deal was that he'd keep the Spider-people away from your apartment, and help rebuild the wall. And he was perfectly fine with that. Anything to be able to stay with the one person that didn't see him as a freak.

You have told him in the past you weren't a huge fan of Spider-man. Proven today, he broke alot of stuff when fighting crime. And he didn't even help all that much when repairing all of it! Just stands there and takes pictures.

Spot was always glad you didn't like Spider-man. Made living with you a lot easier when you both hated the same person! You always had rants late at night about the shared hatred for the super hero.

One of these nights you two were seated on your couch, brand new glass windows letting in some moonlight through the blinds. The movie you two were watching was finishing up, bucket of popcorn empty and on the floor.

You had one blanket over both of your laps, and you had one wrapped around your shoulders. When the end credits popped up you started ranting about the movie. What you liked, what you didn't, your favorite character, you least favorite character.

You and Spot do this after every new movie you two watched. It was a hobby for you now.

"Oh my god the grave scene! I mean was him taking off his shirt even that necessary? I mean good for the fangirls but like-"

You turned your head to look at Spot, curious about his lack of feedback. When you turned to him you saw his head leaned back against the back of the couch. The spot on his face seemed more like a line than a circle now. Kind of squinted.

'Is he sleeping?' you think. He poke his arm softly. When he doesn't move you do it again, but with a small amount of more force. He still doesn't move. You decide to punch his arm as the final test. Nothing

You lean back to your side of the couch. You stare at the tv for a few minutes, seeing the reflection of you and him. He seemed awfully more peaceful when asleep. But you guess everyone is.

You decided you would just leave him be and go to your room for the night. You slipped the blanket around your shoulders off. You stood up and placed the part of the blanket that was on your lap onto Spot, so that he now has the full blanket.

When you took a step to walk towards you room, you heard the softest whisper you have ever heard in your life.

"Don't go please."

You were surprised you even heard it. You look back at Spot, but he was still in the same position as before. All except for the fact his hand was reached over to where you were seated, gently grasping at the cushion. You stood there for a moment, seeing if he would talk again.

All he did was move so that he was laying down, head resting on the pillow on your side of the couch. He grabbed the big blanket he pulled it up to cover his shoulders. He was too tall for your couch, shins and below sticking out over the opposite side of the couch.

You decided you either A). Imagined what he said or B). It wasn't important.

So you waked to your room, got changed, hopped into the bed, than fell asleep. It was a dreamless night. But Spot was dreaming.

Of you.

A/N: I can't write fight scenes to save my life. Also I kind of have writers block, so sorry if this sucked. Thank you all for the support to my previous parts, hope this didn't dissapoint too much. Also not beta-read)

[wannaeatramyeon]

Goo Kim x Reader: Mario Kart

You two find something to do

Another day another dollar won.

That's the mantra you and Goo live by. If cash is king, then you are both but its humble servant.

Even if you are doing nothing, as long as you're on the clock, you're making money. So what if you're both just idly waiting in a dilapidated shack for the boss's call? And you've had nothing to do in the past hour apart from fiddling with your phone? You're getting paid for your time, aren't you.

You check out your unimpressive surroundings. The heater splutters away in the corner, working hard to provide some semblance of warmth. An uphill battle considering the holes in the shoddy tin roof. Cigarette butts litter the floor, and old blood stains dot the walls. No doubt from the times Goo and Gun spent a bit too long in each other's company and it resulted in exchanging blows.

An ancient moth-eaten sofa sits in the middle, where your boyfriend currently lies.

Goo usually provides entertainment during these quiet hours, but today his face remains glued to his phone. He said a new series of one punch had dropped or something.

Another ten minutes slog by.

God, this is fucking boring-

"Wait! Shit!" You dart across the room to your bag and stumble in your haste.

Goo peers over his screen lazily at you. "What's the rush, princess?"

"Where is it, where is it," you mutter to yourself, digging through the clutter and chaos that is your backpack, "I swear I packed it... HERE!"

You hand clutches around the smooth plastic device, and you triumphantly thrust it in the air.

"MARIO KART!"

With a little convincing, "Don't you prefer to watch your show on our big huge TV at home instead? In all its 4K glory? With the surround sound? And the LED lighting?", you and Goo both perch on the threadbare sofa, the Switch balancing precariously on a cardboard box.

Desperate times calls for desperate measures.

"Babe, I can't see shit," Goo pouts and fiddles with his glasses, "This is unfair!"

"It's a portable gaming device," You hand him a controller, "Of course the screen is small. Deal with it."

Goo squints at the screen, leaning in to check you're not screwing him over somehow. You start setting up the race: 200cc - as much mayhem as possible, the tracks, and the characters. Goo predictably picks Baby Peach, and you opt for your favourite.

"Are you ready to get your ass whooped?" you taunt, giving Goo a little shove with your shoulders.

"Hmph. I swear if you blue shell me this time..."

"What you gonna do about it?"

Goo waggles his eyebrows at you in a poor imitation of seduction, "I'm not gonna do that thing you like with my tongue anymore!"

You consider whether it's worth going easy on him, just this once.

The Switch lies in pieces across the room.

You sigh, picking up what remains of your beloved device. The fifth one in three months.

During the final race, Goo was in 1st place when a blue shell (that had nothing to do with you) ruined his victory, allowing you to cinch the overall Gold.

Or you would have, had he not kicked the Switch across the room as soon as he saw the familiar blue whirl around his character.

"That game fucking HATES ME!" he stomps his feet, a childish tantrum starting.

"I'm sorry babe," you throw an arm around him in an attempt to calm him down. "What about I do that thing you like with my tongue?"

That got Goo's attention, "Right now?"

"Sure, we've got time."

[valentinoappreciator]

Sinful Habits

Media: Hazbin Hotel

Pairing: Vox x Valentino

Word count: 3.3k

Rating: E for Explicit

Tags / Warnings: Snuff films, rape, blow jobs, AU - 1950s, sexual coercion, mildly dubious consent

Where else to read: AO3 under the title "Sinful Habits", made by TheWeirdDane.

Author's Notes: Okay, so this is an AU of that 1950s VoxVal AU I'm working on. This scene won't be canon in that actual AU. My lovely friend & beta reader ( @hellsgreatestbrainrot ) came up with this little AU which is quite depraved and right up my alley <3 Read the tags / warnings closely, please! Also, I KNOW that TVs wouldn't stream live snuff films lmao. Let's just pretend that this is a secret channel that only the truly sick and twisted people know about <3

And also? Minors, do not interact!

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“So, Voxxy, how’s your and wifey’s sex life? Anything interesting happening lately?”

He was sitting with Valentino in his apartment. Angel Dust wasn’t here at the moment; apparently he was working. So, Valentino had invited Vox over for a drink. At first, Vox had protested, albeit weakly and not really that genuinely; there was something so enigmatic about Valentino. It drew him in, like the swirling power a maelstrom had over a God-forsaken ship. 

Vox blinked at him over the rim of his glass. 

“And, pray tell, why should I divulge that to you?”

Valentino laughed loudly and flicked popcorn in his face. Vox scoffed. 

“Oh, come now, live a little! Don’t be so fucking uptight, Voxxy, it’s not a good look on you. No one likes a stick in the mud.”

Vox couldn’t help the corners of his lips twitching slightly. 

“Not quite true, now is it? It got you to me.”

Valentino snorted and rolled his eyes. 

“Okay, I’ll give you that one, but only because you’re so cute. But now, come on, tell me something naughty you and your little wife have been up to!” 

Vox sighed loudly, rolling his eyes as well. He made sure to make it extra dramatic. 

“Fine, you incorrigible, insatiable little shit.”

Valentino whooped and punched holes in the air while Vox got to thinking. The kinkiest thing he and his wife had done? Well, it wasn’t like they were outrageously sexual, or kinky for that matter. 

He scratched the back of his head. Valentino raised an eyebrow. 

“Don’t tell me you’ve got nothing.”

“I do, okay!” Vox snapped. “It just... might take a little while.”

Valentino groaned loudly and rolled onto his back after flicking another popcorn into Vox’s face. It fell into his drink. 

“Do ya want some inspiration?”

“Whatever do you mean by that?”

“I could tell ya what Angel and I get up to.”

“No!” Vox immediately said, blushing fiercely when Valentino raised an eyebrow at him again, despite his almost comical position on the floor. 

“No?” he questioned. 

Vox groaned and set his drink on a nearby table. 

“And why’s that, Voxxy baby?” Valentino purred. “Are you jealous of all the fun, naughty things he and I do on a regular basis?”

Vox blushed harder, wishing he could melt into the floorboards under him. He looked away from Valentino. 

“As if,” he snorted with a supplementary roll of his eyes. “I don’t want to know what kind of heinous, God-affronting sex you two have.”

Deep down, though, he had to admit that he was... curious, at the very least. He was happy with the sex he had with his wife, yet he couldn’t help but feel there was... something lacking. He didn’t know what, and although he was sure that Valentino would be all too happy to help, Vox wasn’t sure he wanted to know. It could be something really complicated; something that would make him wish for simpler times. On the other hand, though... it could be something really simple that they could easily implement in the bedroom. His wife didn’t strike him as a prude; she had been more than happy to accommodate some of his more... interesting requests. 

“Too bad,” Valentino hummed with a shrug of his shoulders, sitting up to take a sip of his drink before laying down again. “I’m sure it would rock your world!”

“I’m sure it would,” Vox said, not without a certain degree of fondness in his voice that he refused to acknowledge. 

Not much time passed before Valentino opened his mouth again. He had that damning smile on his lips; the smile that said he had a good question lined up, ready to shoot. 

“Okay, Voxxy. You don’t seem the kind of guy to be into heinous shit, so lemme ask ya; have you ever heard of snuff films?”

Vox looked down at him, raising an eyebrow. 

“I have not.”

“Do you wanna hear about it?”

“I don’t know, do I?”

“Oh, it’ll be to die for,” Valentino promised and sat up so fast Vox briefly thought he had spilled his drink. 

“What is it?” Vox asked, caution lining his voice. 

“You’ll see. Don’t worry, Voxxy, I only have the best snuff films available.”

He got up from the floor and went to the television, turning the appropriate dials. Vox followed him carefully with his eyes as he flopped back against the couch where Vox sat. When the television finally came to life, the screen was black and white and somewhat static. A few seconds later, however, the picture turned sharp, and revealed some sort of news announcement. 

Vox glanced at Valentino who moved to the television again, turning more dials until the picture became that of... a dungeon of sorts? It sure looked like a dungeon, or perhaps a basement. Albeit, the rocky walls were lined with a wide array of tools. Some looked like the garden variety, others seemed to be fit for a dentist. Other than those, there were hammers and saws and shears, in an assortment of sizes. 

Vox’s stomach sank. His throat tightened. His palms were suddenly clammy. 

What, exactly, was going to happen in this ‘film’? 

In the middle of the dungeon - or basement, or whatever - there was a massive bed, with a headboard made of metal bars. The bed was bathed in a harsh light, shining down on and revealing a bound and naked lady. She was conventionally attractive; not too skinny but not too fat either. Long hair that looked well-kempt. 

Vox swallowed hard. 

Her hands were tied to the metal bars of the headboard with rough-looking ropes, and her ankles fastened with heavy-looking chains to the bottom of the bed. 

She wasn’t moving. Her eyes were closed. She looked... almost peaceful. 

Feeling as if he was being strangled, Vox was about to ask if she was even alive, when he saw her chest rising and falling slowly, steadily. Sleeping, then. 

“Is snuff film some term I’m not familiar with that means boring film?” Vox asked, trying to line his voice with bravery and sarcasm, rather than the all-encompassing dread that was thrumming in his veins. 

Valentino chuckled darkly and bumped their shoulders together. 

“Oh, just you wait,” he purred and leaned back in the couch, looking way too nonchalant. “The good stuff is about to happen.”

From the screen came the sound of a heavy iron door slamming shut, although it wasn’t on-screen. Vox went ramrod straight. Valentino snickered, patting his thigh absently, which made Vox jump. 

“You’ve... seen this one before, then?”

“Plenty of times,” Valentino revealed with a wave of his hand. 

As the door loudly slammed shut, the woman jerked slightly. She tried to tug her arms down from the unnatural position, but was stopped by the ropes. The camera was close enough to catch the fear in her eyes. 

“Hello?” she called out, her voice shaky. She tried pulling her feet up. The sharp clanking of metal resonated in the otherwise empty room. There was... something about that sound that shouldn’t be as... enticing as it was. Vox instantly felt sick to the pit of his stomach. 

“H-Hello?” she tried again, trying to tug herself free, but without success. 

A man entered the frame. He was dressed in a black robe with a black hood that completely covered his face. 

“Val,” Vox whispered and glanced at Valentino, “I don’t like where this is going.”

Valentino waved a hand dismissively. 

“Don’t be a wuss, Voxxy.” 

Vox bristled and scoffed. Valentino sent him a way too smug smile. 

“I’m not a wuss!”

“Then keep on watching.”

Vox swallowed hard, redirecting his attention to the television screen. He was going to prove to Valentino that he wasn’t a coward. No matter what. 

The hooded figure on the screen got closer to the bed. The woman began trembling. She tried harder to get free, but it was futile. The fear in her eyes was very real. It felt... too real, to Vox. Yet, he couldn’t help but keep watching. 

“No! Go away! Get away from me!” she cried out, writhing and squirming on the bed. 

The hooded figure now stood by the foot of the bed, and the camera angle changed, instead filming the scene as if the viewer watched it through the man’s eyes. The viewer had an unobstructed view of the woman’s intimate parts and her legs flailing the slight bit that the chains allowed. 

The bed dipped slightly as the man got onto it, crawling over the woman to get on her eye-level. The camera followed, now focusing on the widening of her eyes, the sweat on her forehead, and her nostrils flaring in fear. 

“No, please,” she whimpered. “Please, don’t--- don’t hurt me!” 

The man was still quiet. He now pulled back a bit, and the camera showed his hand pushing between the woman’s legs. She gasped, then whimpered, and the flailing intensified. The chains clanked loudly, and the headboard’s iron bars creaked. But other than those sounds, and the woman’s pleas, the room was eerily silent. 

Vox was transfixed. He knew where this was headed - he knew of rape. He knew that some people, some truly degenerate people, got off to that. He had never imagined that he, of all people, would watch a film depicting such a heinous act. 

The man pushed two dry fingers into her. Vox felt all air leave his lungs. She was clearly not enjoying it and cried out and writhed on the bed, continuously begging the hooded figure to stop. Without relenting, without showing remorse, he began thrusting his fingers. He didn’t so much as groan; he didn’t make a single sound as he violated the woman. 

Not even when he replaced his fingers with his - quite large - cock did he produce a sound. The woman, however, cried out. Tears streamed down her face, and her entire body was trembling violently. Gradually, her pleas for mercy died out, instead replaced by her hiccuping sobs. 

Vox swallowed heavily. He almost didn’t notice Valentinos hand on his thigh, and only felt a sliver of pleasure when that hand crawled further up his leg. 

“Oh, but Voxxy,” he began, but as if his voice was the reason that Vox needed to end the trance, he shook his head hard. 

“Val, come on. This is enough, I’ve seen enough. Just stop it already.”

He grabbed Valentinos wrist, making him stop his hand’s advances. It was resting just a few fingers’ width from his crotch. 

“But amorcito, I’m helping you. I’m giving you, heh, a hand. There’s no need to be shy about it. Not now. And this,” Valentino forcefully moved his hand to touch Vox’s cock, stroking him through his pants. Vox gasped. “This seems to be agreeing with me, wouldn’t you say so?”

Vox felt sick to his stomach, again. 

“Val, please. We’ve already crossed so many fucking lines by watching this.”

“Exactly. So why stop here?” he purred, but Vox was getting antsy. Valentino must have sensed it, because he quickly and smoothly convinced Vox to keep watching. “How about this, then, baby? You keep watching the film. I won’t do anything. Promise. My hand will just stay right here. You keep watching. Nothing will happen. Promise, yeah, baby?”

Vox licked his lips, eyes going back to the screen. The hooded figure was now pushing hard and fast into the poor woman, whose eyes had closed tightly. Her head was tilted to the side, as if she was making double-sure she wouldn’t see her rapist. 

He hated to admit it - and never would to another living soul, of course - but his cock was achingly hard. Valentino might just be touching him through his pants, but even so, he could feel himself leaking heavy drops of pre-cum. There would no doubt be a big, wet stain on the front of his pants. 

The screaming and crying from the woman continued. Red burn marks from the ropes began appearing on her wrists. Her flailing fluctuated between violent and weak, as if she had accepted her fate. 

The harder she was raped, the more labored Vox’s breathing got. 

This was... this was real. This was real, actual rape of a real, actual woman. Done by a real, actual man. It was sickening, and Vox wanted it to end. No such luck, though. 

“How... how much longer is this movie?” he croaked to Valentino. 

“Another half an hour, baby,” Valentino purred against his cheek, sounding oddly out of breath. 

Vox hadn’t even noticed how close Valentino had gotten. He barely even noticed how his hand was beginning to move - or was it actually his own hips that bucked so hard Valentino might as well have been jerking him off? Regardless, the sliver of pleasure was now a small wave lapping at his heart. 

Then, suddenly, the reassuring heat of Valentino disappeared. Vox realized he had closed his eyes, and opened them in an instant, first fixed on the screen, but then going to Valentino who had slunk to his knees between Vox’s spread legs. 

“Val,” he groaned. His eyes flitted back to the screen. The camera was now closer to the man’s cock hammering into the woman’s cunt. “Val, don’t, this is---” his voice cracked, and he cleared his throat. “Please, stop.”

“But I’m hardly doing anything,” Valentino purred and stroked Vox’s thighs slowly, from his knees and up to his crotch. “I’m just sitting here. That’s hardly a crime.”

Vox groaned, hating how his cock throbbed. It strained against the front of his pants, and it was starting to get painful. He looked down at Valentino, who looked sinfully enticing. He was all smug smiles and sultry purrs when he spoke again. 

“Eyes on the screen, baby. Okay? Keep watching the film, and I’ll keep on doin’ nothin’.”

Vox shuddered. Closing his eyes for a second, they were pulled wide open when a particularly shrill scream brought his attention back to the screen. He wished he hadn’t. 

The man’s hands were now wrapped tightly around the woman’s throat as he rammed into her, and an intense frisson of delight coursed through him. The small wave of pleasure had become an all-consuming maelstrom that threatened to bring him down. 

“Fuck,” he hissed, leaning his head back a bit before looking at the film once more. Valentino’s hands were slowly sliding up his thighs, but this time, they didn’t back down again. Instead, they seemed to be busying themselves opening his pants. “Val, please,” he hissed, then moaned when his cock sprang free. 

“Don’t worry, baby,” Valentino purred, forcing the pants and underwear down around his thighs, “keep your eyes on the screen. It gets so good, okay? Promise.” 

Vox was half tempted to ask if this wasn’t the good part, but bit his tongue before he could entertain Valentino’s sick and twisted idea of a porno. Instead, he kept watching. 

The man was putting more pressure on the woman’s throat, and arched his back slightly as he slammed harder and faster into her. Her screams soon became muffled and raspy from the choking. 

Then there was a warm wetness on his cock, and Vox almost doubled over from the, frankly, obscene amount of pleasure that surged through him in that moment. He looked down to see that Valentino had taken his cock in his mouth and was now working him with the determination of a skilled and very well paid prostitute. 

“Fuck, Val!” he hissed and immediately lowered a hand to Valentino’s head. Whether to push him away, or... pull him closer, Vox didn’t know, and thus, his hand hovered a few inches above Valentino’s skull. 

Valentino moaned, and that reworked Vox’s moral compass so hard that he decided which it would be. He grabbed the back of Valentino’s head with both hands and pulled him closer. Valentino let out a muffled, but deeply pleased sound while easily swallowing him down. 

His heart beat so fast it felt as though it was trying to escape his ribcage. It made him feel sick, but it made him sicker to watch the film while being throat-deep in Valentino. 

“Val, I-I-I can’t, please, stop,” he panted, even as he began thrusting into Valentino’s mouth, his hands not even allowing him to move away. Valentino’s hands came up to rest on his thighs, letting his nails gently scrape over his flushed skin. 

The hooded figure was now panting. Not loud, and not a lot, but enough that it was audible, even through the woman’s sobs and whimpers and pleas. It was a deep, guttural sound that spoke to something primal within Vox. 

Each thrust in the film, he mirrored by pushing into Valentino, and Valentino, as if he had prepared for this, moaned and whined with the same volume as the woman on the screen. 

“V-Val, your neighbors,” Vox hissed, one eye closing slightly. He felt Valentino wanting to pull back, but for some reason, he couldn’t get himself to let go. 

Heat coursed through him. A tight knot - the tightest he had ever felt it - formed in his lower stomach where it threatened to become so hot and heavy that it would burn his stomach right out of his body. 

This was sick! Sick! Twisted! Depraved! And he was... getting off to it? What had become of him? 

“Please, please please please,” he gasped once he felt the knot become so unbearably tight. He kept ramming into Valentino’s mouth, pushing into his throat. 

The inevitable was coming sooner than he would have liked. 

“Val, please, I’m going t-to come,” he rasped, unable to stop himself from thrusting hard and fast, unable to let go of Valentino’s head, and, maybe most importantly, unable to look away from the screen. 

Valentino’s hands slid to his rear end, squeezing hard, as if urging him to continue. He was moaning and sucking loudly on Vox’s cock, using his tongue to press against the underside of the throbbing, jerking cock in his mouth. 

Vox’s heart was racing. The gears in his head turned at a velocity that rendered them red hot. Yet, despite feeling the thoughts, he couldn’t pluck out a single one. They simply moved too fast. 

“Val, Valentino, please---”

And Valentino rewarded his desperate pleas with a move so impressive and bold that Vox was forced to come on the spot. 

Valentino pushed past his gag reflex, taking Vox so deep that his nose brushed against the coarse hair of his crotch. At the same time, one of his hands cupped his balls, squeezing them gently, as if coaxing him to shoot his load straight down his throat.

“Fuck! Val!” Vox cried out, white-hot pleasure burning through his veins and rendering his brain absolutely useless. The gears finally stopped turning. His heart felt like it had stopped working as well. For a wonderfully long moment, his head was quiet. There was nothing but the pleasant buzzing and the blissful fogginess of a world-class orgasm. 

It all came to an abrupt stop as the hooded figure reached his climax mere seconds later, prompting the woman to gasp as she felt his hot seed shoot inside her. 

Valentino slowly pulled away from Vox, smirking up at him in a way that Vox really did not like. 

“I think it’s safe to say you’re into snuff, baby,” he snickered. Vox groaned and put both hands on his face. 

“I liked you better when you couldn’t talk.”

Valentino laughed, although the sound was a bit grating from the rough treatment. 

“Well, give me a gag, then, and we might have ourselves a deal.”

Vox glared at him through his fingers. 

“Absolutely fucking not.”

Valentino pouted before getting up to sit next to Vox. He grabbed a pack of cigarettes and lit one, putting it between his lips. Having taken a deep drag, he offered it to Vox who looked at the wispy smoke that rose from it. He swallowed hard. 

Why the fuck not? What was a little smoking compared to getting off to snuff films? He had already crossed that unspeakable line, so why not indulge himself in another sinful habit? 

[suesimming]

Dawn Of The Simfected Challenge

(1)

Strangerville:

Corporal Jess Sigworth kisses her sleeping little girl goodbye as she heads out on a top secret mission. She's been tasked to rescue scientist from a secret lab way out in the desert. They've only been told that there was a "accident" and it's a "time sensitive matter". You take a small team to extract the scientist, contain the threat and then forget it ever happened.

They arrive at the base before night turns to day. At this early hour no one is up yet but there should be a guard in the tower. One of your men, having scouted the perimeter, comes back and tells you a army truck has punched a hole in the fence…from the inside. As you approach, it's clear someone wanted to get out in a hurry. Something very bad happened here and you get the feeling this is a containment mission rather than a recue one.

As you enter the lab, you find it in a state of disaster. Papers every where, furniture knocked over and what appears to be dried blood. You order your men to suit up in their hazmat suits when you find the door to the lower level sealed shut with a smeared bloody handprint on the door. As you get the keycard from your pocket, you get the feeling you should turn and run but you are a soldier and you have your orders.

You swipe the card, the door opens with a hiss and you are blasted with brightly coloured specs of dust. What happens from here is a haze. You remember growls, howls, gun fire, blood and screams. By the time you rip off your hazmat mask, you're speeding away from the lab…alone.

When you get home, your husband, outside watering his "victory garden" mentions that a storm must be coming and you notice a massive towering cloud over the desert, right where the lab is. He then rushes over to you asking if you are okay and only then do you notice all the blood. You grab him by the arm, run in the house still clutching your weapon and all you can say is

"They lied to us and we opened the doors of hell."

San Myshuno a few weeks later:

It's 4am and you just finished your shift at the docks. You decide to stop by The Caboose for a cup of coffee and whatever Bill has on the grill. You stare out the window watching the city skyline turn orange as the day starts to break. As you take a sip of your coffee, you glance up and notice the sudden silence in the diner, everyone is staring at the TV. A little town called Strangerville has been in the news for weeks because of a strange new "flu" that has spread like wild fire. The fever it is said, causes Sims become violent. Rumours are that this so called flu was created by the government in a secret lab not to far from the town or it's a disease from aliens they experimented on but what ever it is, it got out of the lab.

You watch as disturbing video of Sims attacking, dare you say biting other Sims in Strangerville, plays on the news. A chill runs down your spine as SNN is suddenly interrupted by a emergency broadcast. The flu has now spread from Strangerville to other towns and cities.

"Effective immediately Simsnation has gone into full lock down. All Sims must return home and not leave until otherwise instructed. This is for your own safety as the government works on containing the flu and finding a cure. If you experience any of the following symptoms please contact the number below: Bloaty head, seeing stars, steam coming from your ears, high fever, bloodshot eyes and extreme hunger. A mobile clinic will be set up in your neighbourhood to help treat sick Sims. We ask that everyone remain calm and co-operate. We can beat this together." The mechanical voice switches off and the news pops back on. Everyone sits there for a moment, one man, shaking his head says

"Flu my ass. My cousin over at the base in Oasis says this thing is a straight up deadly virus. They call it The Rage and those poor bastards in Strangerville were left to fend for themselves days ago when the army shut the whole place down. I'm not hanging around to see what happens in a big city like this."

You are a more cool headed Sim that wants all the facts before you act so you decide to do as you were told, go home and watch the news closely. You don't trust the government but you also won't panic without good reason. You decide to snag a few bread rolls and fruit because you know the stores will be over run with panicking Sims. You go home and fall asleep watching the news.

You wake up to find the city quiet and the streets empty. In the distance you can see the mobile clinic going up. The military presence around the camp makes you feel uneasy.

Meet Charles Barnhart. Just your average Sim trying to make it to tomorrow.

The neighbours seem a little different these days.