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mournthebird · 22 days ago

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Broken Texture.

summary: You explore his scars.

a/n: This chapter contains flashbacks of active SA and torture.

This chapter is a little heavier than what I try to write on here. I have upcoming works that delve further into the experience and trauma itself that he experiences in HYDRA, so this sort of gives a little bit of insight. I tried not go get super into the darker stuff, but I touched on it enough. One more chapter to go before this series concludes. ;; wc: 4.3k

You were having a hard time sleeping that night.

The soldier lay peacefully beside you, his body completely enveloped in the soft blankets of your bed. He had started spending his nights here some time ago, seeking comfort in your presence, and tonight appeared to be one of his better nights. The usual tension that marked his features had melted away, replaced by a serene expression you rarely witnessed. So far, his sleep remained undisturbed by the nightmares that typically plagued him.

Yet.

Try as you might, there was no denying the deepening affection that had taken root in your heart, even though you wrestled with the appropriateness of these feelings. Every rational thought told you that you shouldn't allow yourself to care for him this way. But your heart refused to listen to reason.

His striking features certainly drew you in, but it was his vulnerability that truly captured your heart. The way he naturally gravitated toward you for support and comfort, the lingering glances he cast in your direction, the unmistakable longing that seemed to radiate from him whenever you were near - it all conspired to send butterflies dancing through your stomach and set your heart racing in your chest.

You needed to keep yourself under control, fighting against every instinct that urged you forward. You wouldn't take advantage of him like this...it was not right, not when he was in such a vulnerable state. This poor man has seen horrors that would've killed most other people - unspeakable torments that haunted him day and night. He lived through a hell on earth, trapped in an endless cycle of pain and manipulation, unable to escape or get away for decades, forced to endure unspeakable treatment.

You had tried multiple times to look back on some of the released tapes once HYDRA fell apart. Your previous attempts to decode their encrypted files had been successful initially, offering glimpses into the darkness, but it seemed that SHIELD had since added multiple layers of enhanced security to the files. Despite your best efforts at bypassing their protocols, you were unable to look back at them to see the full significance of the damage done to him - perhaps that was for the best, given what little you had already uncovered.

Even with the fragments you had seen, nothing could've compared to the reality of it, nothing could've prepared you for the depth of cruelty revealed in those brief glimpses. The images haunted you ever time you looked at him, making you wonder how anyone could survive such systematic torture.

Now, all you could see were the marks of the aftermath, the countless scars that littered his body like a canvas of suffering. Angry marks that raked along his pale flesh, telling stories of countless sessions of torture - some thin and precise, others jagged and brutal, all shapes and sizes, from all kinds of causes. Each scar a moment of agony. The Winter Soldier wasn't as prized as the public thought.

Not with treatment like this - treatment that spoke of casual cruelty and complete disregard for human dignity.

Soldat shifted where he laid, gradually turning to expose his back, revealing not just the jagged, angry scar encircling his prosthetic, but old wounds across his skin. His back told a hushed tale of past violence - long scars stretched in every conceivable direction, creating a complex web of raised tissue. Some ran horizontally like fallen horizon lines, others traced vertical paths like rain trails down a window, while many more crisscrossed chaotically, weaving an intricate pattern of past pain across his flesh.

The scars varied dramatically in their severity. Most appeared as thin, silvery lines etched into his skin, while others had carved deeper channels into his flesh. Some bore evidence of more brutal injuries - wider, more ragged marks where chunks of flesh had been torn away, leaving behind irregular depressions surrounded by clusters of smaller scars, like satellite wounds orbiting larger impacts. The texture of his skin undulated between smooth and rough, each scar telling its own silent story of survival.

You found yourself fighting against an overwhelming compulsion to reach out and trace each line, each mark. Your fingertips practically buzzed with the desire to connect with his scarred skin, to follow the paths of these old wounds with the gentlest touch. A protective instinct churned, as if by touching them you could somehow verify that they were truly healed, that they weren't still causing him pain. Your hands remained at your sides, but they ached with the need to ensure these old battle marks weren't still hurting him.

Your eyes traveled down to where the blanket covered the rest of him, settling just at his waist. Scattered across his exposed skin were singular scars, each one resembling small fireworks frozen mid-burst against his flesh. One particularly deep mark caught your attention - a circular depression in the flesh of his right bicep. Though you weren't an expert in such matters, the puckered edges and distinctive shape strongly suggested a bullet wound had been the cause of it.

Without lack of better self control, you reached out to touch it. Your index finger moved slowly as it grazed over the raised tissue. The scar's texture was a contradiction - tougher than the surrounding skin yet somehow thinner, like paper that had been crumpled and smoothed out again. The sensation defied easy description, being neither entirely smooth nor rough.

The moment stretched like honey, but before your exploring touch could venture further, a cold metal hand suddenly clamped around your wrist. The grip was swift and decisive - the soldier had awoken, his steel blue eyes now fixed intently upon you through the dark curtain of his hair as he twisted to look over his shoulder. While his hold wasn't painful, it communicated an unmistakable command to cease all movement.

"I'm sorry," you began softly, your voice barely above a whisper in the tense silence, "I don't know what came over me..."

The soldier remained motionless for a moment before slowly shifting his body to face you, gradually pushing himself up from his laid position. "What were you doing...?" The question came out as a hush, his voice carrying the gentle roughness of someone recently roused from sleep. Though his tone maintained its characteristic softness and calm, there was an undercurrent of unease that made your heart clench.

The trust between you had grown steadily, becoming something substantial and meaningful, but you understood completely why he would feel unsettled waking up to unexpected touch, especially in such a vulnerable area. Your chest tightened with guilt at the thought of potentially triggering any distressing memories, and you immediately felt the need to clarify your actions, wanting to reassure him.

"I was looking at your scars, I shouldn't have touched you without your permission, I'm sorry for that." Your words came out gentle and measured as you displayed your open palm in a gesture of transparency. "I guess I never noticed just how many you had..." Your voice trailed off, heavy with the weight of what those numerous marks implied about his past.

Soldat's expression remained carefully neutral as he watched you, though you struggled to read beyond that composed exterior. His face had always been like a still lake - calm on the surface, but with depths that held countless unknowable thoughts and emotions swirling beneath.

"You were looking?" He asked, his voice wavering with uncertainty, his expression a mixture of confusion and vulnerability as he tried to understand your intentions. "Why would you...?"

"Curious, I suppose," you replied softly, choosing your words with careful deliberation. "You have so many of them...I couldn’t look away. They're like a map of everything you've endured." Your words carried the weight of honesty - raw and unfiltered. You knew he valued truth above all else, finding comfort and security in it.

His gaze drifted downward to his exposed chest, a slow, contemplative nod accompanying his movement. The scars were countless, their silvery paths weaving across his skin. They weren't confined to just his back - they spread across his chest and traced patterns down his abdomen, wrapped around his arms, and marked his legs…

Everywhere.

Not a single part of him was untouched by violence.

But sometimes...it's the invisible wounds that hurt the most.

Those were the scars that truly defined him, the invisible wounds that continued to bleed long after the physical ones had healed.

The asset's handler, the Командир, had an obsessive fascination with tools that bordered on reverence. His collection was extensive, meticulously maintained, and continuously growing.

He possessed an array of weapons, with firearms holding a special place in his heart, as a true man of the military.

But his true passion lay in implements designed for prolonged torment.

Weapons that could inflict lasting damage without the mercy of death, ones specifically crafted to extract maximum suffering from his victims while keeping them conscious and aware - those were what he cherished most, what he considered his favorites.

He liked ones he could swing; bullwhips that could slice through flesh with practiced precision, cat o' nine tails with their multiple leather strands that maximized pain across a wider area, riding crops that left distinctive welts, and whipping canes that could break skin.

The asset had become intimately acquainted with each one, forced to learn their individual characteristics through repeated exposure. When asked which implement was the most bearable, the asset remained silent - they all brought their own unique brand of agony.

Among his extensive collection, the Командир displayed a particular fondness for canes. His assortment included ones crafted from various materials - sleek fiberglass, traditional rattan, and modified cables. Each one, if used properly, could tear through flesh. He curated this collection with the dedication of a connoisseur, treating each implement as if it were a priceless artifact, maintaining and displaying them with disturbing pride.

"This is one of my better ones," he showed the asset a long, sleek cane, holding it up to catch the harsh fluorescent lighting. The object was pristine and untouched, its polished surface gleaming with an ominous promise, having never yet tasted flesh. The Командир's voice dropped to a lower register, practically purring as he spoke about the damned thing, his eyes glazing with a disturbing anticipation. "It's made from fiberglass, carefully engineered to be both flexible and durable. The craftsmanship is exquisite - made to last through countless sessions."

The asset remained perfectly still as the cane made contact with its exposed back, the cool tip tracing each pronounced ridge of its slightly protruding spine. A familiar emptiness gnawed at its insides, and its stomach released an involuntary growl that seemed deafening in the sterile silence.

The nutrition - if one could call it that - consisted of nothing but mushy, flavorless paste that slid down its throat like tepid wallpaper glue. It yearned desperately for something solid between its teeth, something with any hint of taste or texture to break the monotony of force-fed sustenance.

It couldn't remember what flavor was exactly anymore - those memories had long since been scraped away - but deep in its bones, in some primal part of its being that couldn't be wiped clean, it knew anything had to be better than the endless servings of beige paste that kept it alive but never satisfied.

The Командир roughly pressed down on its head with a calloused hand, forcing the asset forward until it collapsed onto its hands and knees in submission. An involuntary tremor ran through its entire body - the room held a penetrating chill that seemed to seep into its very bones.

While not as severe as the biting cold of the cryochamber, there was still a pervasive coldness that never truly left its body. The harsh concrete beneath offered no comfort, its damp surface making the asset's knees throb with a deep, persistent ache as they pressed against the unforgiving floor.

"Your continued refusal to eat is not only disappointing but shows a profound disrespect for everything we provide you. You display nothing but ingratitude for our care," the Командир's voice dripped with contempt. "If you persist in refusing the food we provide, we will either force the food down your throat, or deny you everything until your body is so desperate for nutrients that we feed you through tubes to keep you operational."

A cruel smile spread across the Командир's features as he towered over the kneeling asset, his eyes glinting with barely contained malicious anticipation.

"However, before we reach that point, immediate correction of this defiant behavior is required..." The sound of the cane cutting through the air as he raised it made the asset flinch involuntarily. "I believe several dozen strokes should help adjust your attitude to something more...cooperative."

The soldier blinked away the haunting memory, his breathing shallow and uneven as the images slowly faded from his mind's eye. The walls of your gentle home helped ground him in reality, though they offered little comfort.

He was safe here, tucked away in this hidden corner of the world, far from that man's reach, from all of them. Yet the very thought that his former handler was still out there somewhere, possibly searching for him, made his stomach twist and churn with a sickening intensity that threatened to overwhelm him.

"What is it?" You asked with gentle concern, your voice barely above a whisper, "Are you having a flashback? You seem distant."

He managed a slow nod, finding himself unable to form words in the aftermath of the memory. It was always like this - the darkness of night seemed to strip away his constructed defenses, leaving him raw and vulnerable. Sleep called to him, promising temporary relief from these thoughts, but he couldn't give in just yet.

His exhaustion mattered not, there was an overwhelming compulsion to respond to your question, to give you the answers you sought. Whether this urge stemmed from decades of conditioning to satisfy or genuine trust, he couldn't be certain. He pushed the thought aside, unwilling to examine it too closely.

"I was shot," Soldat finally spoke, his voice rough and quiet in the darkness. His metal fingers moved up his arm, tracing the scar tissue on his bicep where you had touched moments before. "I...I was too sloppy. Made a mistake. Let the target get a shot off before I could complete the mission."

"How about this one?" You guided your hand carefully to another prominent scar that marked his skin, positioned lower on his abdomen. It was a long, jagged scar that carved a harsh path across his flesh, starting just beneath where his ribcage ended and trailing all the way down to his navel. The raised tissue was pale against his skin, a permanent reminder etched into his flesh. He looked down at it, his throat working as he swallowed hard, watching intently as you delicately traced the length of the scar with your fingertip, following its uneven path.

"Training accident," he muttered back, his voice rough with the memory. "I lost my footing, fell out of position. Left myself wide open - a kill spot. They wanted to make sure I understood what happens when you make mistakes like that in the field." The words came slowly as he recalled how the blade had sliced into him, cutting through layers of flesh and muscle as easily as a heated blade through softened butter. It had been such a clean, effortless cut, going deeper than he'd expected.

Through the haze of shock and pain that followed, he had a distinct memory of being certain he could see his own intestines spilling out, though the fog that had settled over his mind in those moments made it difficult to separate reality from trauma-induced hallucination. Some details remained sharp while others blurred at the edges, lost to the merciful amnesia that sometimes accompanies severe injury.

He felt you touch another one on his chest, his muscles tensing slightly at the contact. "Shrapnel," he said quietly, voice rough with memory.

"Bullet," he continued, each word carrying weight.

"Burn," the word came out harder this time, like the scar tissue beneath your fingertips.

"Punishment," he whispered, the word hanging heavy in the air between you.

You paused hearing that one, your hand hovering uncertainly before carefully lifting away from his back. A sick feeling settled in your gut - you weren't stupid to his mistreatment, you had known it was severe, but hearing him categorize it so clinically as punishment made your stomach twist into knots. The horror of it lay not in the hands of enemies, but in the cruelty of those who claimed to be his allies - though that term felt like ash in your mouth.

"HYDRA did this..." you started, voice catching slightly. "I still can't understand how they'd risk hurting you, you were their most valuable member, their everything." You trailed off, remembering the heavily redacted files you'd managed to access. The fragmentary evidence had painted a chilling picture, but you knew that what you'd seen was merely the surface of an iceberg, with darker depths you could hardly imagine.

"I was not a member...I was an asset. I did not belong with the others...I was....I wasn't..." He trailed away, his voice growing distant as memories flooded back, each one a reminder of how they had systematically stripped away his humanity. Less than human, less than a dog - he was reduced to an object, a tool to be used and discarded, with no purpose beyond absolute obedience and pleasure.

"Get him down, yeah, like that. That goddamn mission took forever, I need this." The familiar, dreaded voice of one of the agents cut through the air as rough hands seized its hair, yanking back with practiced cruelty. That tender spot at the base of its skull throbbed ceaselessly, worn raw from countless similar assaults. The question of resistance had long since faded - the asset never complained, not anymore, not after what such defiance had cost. It only complied.

Over time, it mastered the art of silent submission, learning to bear their brutality without a sound.

Through experience, it discovered the precise moments when tears and pleading would satisfy their darker urges.

It studied and cataloged each man's particular preferences, adapting itself to meet their demands with the efficiency expected of a well-trained asset.

The nauseating taste of bodily fluids had become more familiar than water, each member taking their turn to force themselves upon it. They would comment with sick satisfaction on the shape of its lips when he took another cock in his throat, expressing their twisted pleasure when it choked and struggled. If it showed any sign of adapting or enduring their assault with dignity, they would only escalate and attempt to suffocate it, determined to break it further.

Though each day brought new torments, nothing in its existence could compare to its handler - the one who had taught it the true meaning of ownership.

Your eyes trailed down, catching sight of what appeared to be an intricate carving etched deep into the flesh of his buttocks. You gently guided him to lean on his side, and the marking became starkly visible in the dim light. A scarred letter had been savagely torn through his flesh, the wound clearly inflicted with deliberation. The scar tissue was raised and angry, its pinkish hue standing in stark contrast to his surrounding skin.

"I've had a lot of fun with you," His voice carried a deceptively gentle purr that barely masked the dangerous undertone beneath, its handler still violently buried between its legs. The relentless, agonizing stretch of its unprepared rectum around a cock drew involuntary tears from its eyes.

"But I'm getting bored. You're far too used to this now." He frowned, his expression carrying an almost theatrical disappointment, as though he wasn't destroying the broken soldier before him through calculated torture.

"The director's gonna set off Project Insight, you don't know what that is, do you, babe?" He reached down to pat the asset's tear-stained cheek with mock affection, carefully studying how its eyes had grown dull and glassy, desperately trying to disconnect from the searing pain its handler was causing it. "Nah...not yet. You don't need to know the details anyway, you just do what you're told...like a good little dog. That's all you're good for."

Despite its relentless efforts to maintain composure, its handler exhibited an uncanny talent for escalating the torment with each passing moment, finding increasingly cruel ways to break through its conditioned defenses.

"And with everything kicking off soon...who knows what might happen. Maybe HYDRA will restructure things a bit. Maybe they'll decide they don't need you anymore, and then I can finally take you home...make you into my perfect little obedient slave. Following my every command without question...just like you've always done."

He deliberately drew the blade down its jaw with practiced precision, creating a calculated nick in the flesh. After enduring countless hours of being passed around the base like a piece of equipment, its usually steadfast resilience was beginning to crack under the weight of exhaustion.

It flinched - a tiny, almost imperceptible movement.

It never flinched.

"Oh, so there's still something left in there, hm? Good..." He flashed a predatory grin, his tone taking on an almost playful edge that made the situation even more unsettling. "You know, they might decide to ship you off somewhere else, or put you back in cryo...and I'll never get to see you again. Wouldn't that be absolutely tragic?" Its handler continued his work with the blade, letting it dance across the skin as he made precise, random cuts along the sternum, each one placed in a way that would become irritated once all its straps were secured back on its body.

"Now, how can I ensure you'll never forget exactly who you belong to..."

"Shh, sh, baby...it's just a little blood. Don't worry, I'll patch you up real nice and proper soon..." He held back a chuckle, an eager, horny chuckle that rumbled deep in his chest. His eyes traced over the figure before him with unbridled satisfaction. He couldn't deny just how utterly beautiful his little soldier looked in this state - all bloody and beaten specifically for him, those delicious whimpers and gasps escaping those trembling lips...he absolutely adored being the only one who could reduce the world's greatest assassin down to nothing but this quivering mess beneath his hands.

"I think a brand of sorts will be good enough - something to remember me by." He took the blade, turning it slowly to catch the light, before thrusting it deep into the soldier's yielding flesh - and watched as it nearly bit clean through its tongue trying to suppress any noise of pain. "Stay still for me babe...that's my good little asset. Keep...perfectly...still..."

"M-My....my handler...." He rasped, his voice trembling with barely contained terror, "He..."

"I get it." You interrupted softly, not wanting to force him to relive those memories by explaining. You reached out and pulled the thick covers up over his shivering form, creating a protective cocoon as he instinctively curled into your warmth. Your hand moved in slow, soothing strokes up and down his back, feeling the tension in his muscles and the pattern those long scars made.

The poor man was haunted by someone who could very well be dead... but that uncertainty, that lingering doubt, was perhaps the worst torture of all. You pushed the dark thoughts aside, focusing instead on the present moment. "You're safe here, alright? No more handler or men to do those things to you..." You mumbled, your chest constricting painfully as fragments of imagination painted pictures of what he must have endured.

He nodded weakly, his metal hand shakily grasping your sleep shirt like a lifeline to reality. He wasn’t a weapon right now…he was a scared, tortured man.

His breathing gradually steadied as he inhaled your scent through uneven breaths, letting the soft combination of lavender and oranges wash over him like a calming balm. After a long moment, he whispered, voice small and uncertain, "What if he's alive?"

"Then he won't find you. And if he somehow does, I'm here, and I’ll protect you." You reassured gently, pouring all your conviction into those words. His face scrunched slightly at your response, fear morphing into worried concern.

"He will hurt you..." The words came out as barely more than a breath, heavy with protective anxiety.

"Nope, I'm stronger than you think." You replied with lightness, trying to infuse some comfort into the heavy atmosphere. Your tone was warm but firm, brooking no argument. You didn't want him falling asleep with those horrible memories playing through his mind like a twisted nightmare reel.

He remained quiet after that, allowing himself to focus entirely on your gentle ministrations as you methodically worked your way up and down his back with soothing strokes. Your other hand remained buried in his hair, carefully scratching at that tender spot that had been bothering him for decades. When your nails hit a particularly sensitive area, he winced slightly. "Ow...d-don't..." He began hesitantly, pausing to swallow as he gathered the courage to voice what he truly needed in this moment of vulnerability.

He can voice himself without pain. He can voice his needs without punishment…

He can.

"...could you...rub instead? Please." His voice was barely above a whisper, the request uncertain and fearful.

"Anything you need..." You responded softly as you immediately adjusted your touch, replacing the scratching motion with gentle circular rubbing movements against his scalp.

The change brought immediate relief - no more of the rough yanking that had caused him such distress before, no more of the sharp, biting pain that had plagued him. In its place was only the comfort of your touch, creating a protective barrier between him and the darkness that had been threatening to pull him under into its depths.

He cried quietly, relief in his tears instead of pain.

Dividers by @/strangergraphics

Cover image from Pinterest. I do not claim as my own.

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lilisettean · 1 year ago

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Between Silken Sheets | Headcanons

About: How are they like when they are underneath the bed sheets with you? Random assortment of steamy headcanons.

Pairings: Xavier/Reader, Zayne/Reader, Rafayel/Reader + Bonus! Caleb/Reader

Warnings: First times, Inappropriate use of Evol (Xavier, Zayne, Caleb), No protection (Caleb), please tell me if I'm missing anything! 18+ Only please. Enjoy :)

Xavier

Timid at first, his fingers tracing your form as though convincing himself that this, that you are right before him naked, was a dream.

He isn't very experienced, if at all. But he is eager to learn all you're willing to teach him, and is a fast learner. He memorizes all your sweet spots instantly, and is quite the explorer, wanting to find more of them.

Skilled hands with thick long fingers, deft at prodding your soft spot. Combined with his observant nature, he immediately would pick up on the slight change of your pitch as you moan, mentally filing that spot he just hit into places that would drive you crazy.

His usual aloof expression is nowhere to be found, replaced with the intense focus that he reserves for missions. But instead of Wanderers being his prey, you are.

Being a hunter that is always on the move, he is always in tip top shape. His stamina is nothing to scoff about, being able to go round after round late into the night as long as you are willing.

With experience, he grows bolder and would initiate more often. His hands wandering wherever he could reach when you cuddle with him on the sofa.

He would also be more teasing, turning you into a whimpering mess before pulling away to admire his handiwork.

While not said... Imagine if his light Evol felt like it's vibrating with energy. Him creating a tiny ball of light Evol and having it stuck onto your clit before pulling away, stroking his stiff cock while watching you squirm and plead underneath him.

"You're not the only one who knows how to tease, you know." "This is payback for earlier. If you want me to continue.... Beg me."

Zayne

He had seen and touched your naked form more times than you can count. He is your primary healthcare physician after all. He had kept all those times professional as expected. So when you are in front of him, naked under an entirely different context... He froze.

It wasn't from fear, but rather from enthrallment. It was only then he realized how attracted he is to you, his eyes unable to focus on anything else but you.

Being a doctor at one of the busiest, if not the busiest, hospitals, he never had time for intimacy, much less relationships. No one had caught his eye anyway, until you came back into his life. So while inexperienced, he isn't ignorant. He knows where to touch you to make you crumble and into an incoherent mess.

He handles you like you were spun from glass at first, but with time, his touch grows rougher, leaving indents and marks on your skin as he fucks you, his pace relentless.

His cold facade is gone whenever you two are alone together. And with you underneath him, praises and filthy promises easily spill out of his mouth. Praising you for being so good to him, for taking his cock so well.

He is very cautious about his ice Evol, but imagine. His ice cold fingers thumbing over your nipples while you're blindfolded, and the next second he envelops your pert nipple in his mouth, his tongue swirling around it. It takes some time for you to convince him to use his powers this way, but once he starts, oh is he addicted.

"Nnh- You're feel so good around me..." "Relax. Tell me if it's too cold, okay? ...Good girl."

Rafayel

Being a painter, Rafayel had have many models pose naked for him before. He should have more control when it comes to you being naked for him, right? Wrong.

You offered to pose for him naked but he always denies, because he knows he wouldn't be able to focus at all. He would end up studying your body more, on what he would like to do to you, instead of what themes he want to bring out of this piece.

It's one thing to study you from afar, but it's another to have you on his lap. His face is red as it could be, his eyes on anywhere, anything, but on you. You would have to take the lead at first, his breath hitching and his heart jumping out of his throat the moment you grabbed his hands and placed them on your body.

Rafayel was not new to sex, he had plenty of offers before. But he refused them all. As curious as he was to whether sex will inspire him to create art, the act was too intimate for him to indulge. But you are different.

Your touches lit a fire under his skin, his inspiration rearing to go with every kiss. And suddenly he understood why many artists cite their lover as their muse.

As he got more comfortable with touching you, his desire to pin you to the wall like a painting grows. To immortalize your every expression and arch of your back into art.

He would treat your body as a canvas, leaving kisses and bite marks all over your skin as he buries himself deep within you, and admire his work afterwards.

Sometimes he likes it when he is in control, but other times, when things get too stressful, he prefers when you take charge. Just like you sometimes begging him to stop staring and just fuck you already, he would also sometimes plead to you to let him fuck you as he thrusted against your heat.

"Please- Mmh- Please let me fuck you-" "I want you now... Please have mercy on me..."

Caleb

Caleb had forgotten when he had started to see you as someone more than a friend. He was pretty sure it had been during high school, and when you had no outward sign of liking him back, he resigned himself to a fate of unrequited love.

His expectations were subverted however, and he thanked whatever God was out there for hearing his prayers.

His touch was gentle, reverent. As though still in disbelief that you returned his feelings and would let him touch you in ways that would drive both of you mad with want.

He would leave kisses all over your body, worshiping you and praising you all the way as he made his way down to your heat. Your moans were music to his ears, and he couldn't help but undo his belt buckle and stroke himself as his tongue lapped up all the juices flowing out of you.

He had dreamt about you more times than he could count, his cock always stiff and yearning for you the next morning. So when this fantasy of his finally came true and you were underneath him, squirming and clenching around him, he lost it.

It was embarrassing that he came inside you so quickly, but can you blame him? He had wanted you for so, so long. And now that he finally has you, he just can't help it.

You don't have to worry though. Despite having came moments prior, his cock was still hard and twitching, ready to pick up where he had left off.

You never really knew what his Evol was exactly, all you knew was that he could levitate things. He had used this against you many times, but now... Well. Sometimes he would use it to lift your skirt up. And sometimes... He would lift you up into the air and hold you there, rendering you unable to move and fight back against his teasing fingers.

"Looks like you can't move now, yeah?" "You know I won't let you down... Not until you come on my fingers first."

#love and deepspace #love and deep space #love and deepspace xavier x reader #love and deepspace zayne x reader #love and deepspace rafayel x reader #love and deepspace caleb x reader #love and deepspace headcanons #yeah i. im very down bad please send help

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chrysanthemumgames · 4 months ago

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Dashingdon's shutdown

Hey everyone!

If you haven't heard, the ChoiceScript hosting website Dashingdon will be shutting down at the end of the month. It's been around for ages, but something like that is no doubt difficult and costly to maintain, and as some of you already know, its codebase is outdated, so this is not a particularly surprising decision.

I'd like to thank Don for all his tireless (and no doubt sometimes thankless) service maintaining the site for so very many years, enabling loads of people to explore CS WIPs, and authors to get helpful feedback. He's a genuine pillar of the community, and I sincerely do not know if I'd have been able to make writing these games viable without his site.

That said, there's a replacement site that I've already been using, COGDemos. As of right now, I have no plans to move my hosting to itch (I can't make save files work there), so we'll just be moving from the demo being in two places to it being in one. My apologies to everyone who has experienced technical difficulties with COGDemos, but I do believe the admin is actively working on fixing those, and has already handled several, so hopefully the experience only improves from here.

That said, please do not feel the need to download my demo to 'save' it, as it will still be hosted and regularly updated on the new site. I do not anticipate any interruptions to the pace of writing or anything like that due to this change.

Cheers.

#announcement #jess rambles

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simbassims · 3 months ago

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Using Sims2Pack Clean Installer with The Sims 2: Legacy Collection (and Ultimate too!)

Bringing over a simple (and previously documented) tutorial on how to make Sims2Pack Clean Installer work with Sims 2 Legacy and UC. This is just an adapated version of SimsWiki's UC FAQ, so all credit goes to them. If you want a written step-by-step, please go to their website! STEP 1: Download Sims2Pack Clean Installer

Download (and install) Sims2Pack Clean Installer. This tutorial will be covering the installable version, but the NoInstall one probably works the same. STEP 2: Open the Sims2Pack Clean Installer configuration file

You will now go into the directory where you selected and installed Sims2Pack Clean Installer on. By default, it installs on the C:/ drive, so it is probably located at C:\Program Files (x86)\Sims2Pack Clean Installer. That may vary if you changed the directory.

Open the file called "S2PCI.ini". That is the configuration file that we will be altering. PS: You can use your computer's default Notepad for this, but software like Notepad++ can be easier to manage/edit.

STEP 3: Edit your Sims2Pack Clean Installer configuration to detect Sims 2 Legacy/UC

Where it says SaveGamePath="", you will add the directory where your game's Documents folder is in between the "", just like shown in the photo. - For The Sims 2: Legacy Collection, it is usually C:\Users\YourUserName\Documents\EA Games\The Sims 2 Legacy - For The Sims 2: Ultimate Collection, it is usually C:\Users\YourUserName\Documents\EA Games\The Sims 2™ Ultimate Collection

After that, simply save and replace the file. Depending on your computer settings, it might say it is not able to save. If this happens to you, simply save the edited S2PCI.ini on your desktop, then copy and paste the file inside the Sims2Pack Clean Installer folder and replace the original file (and it should always ask for you to replace the original file! check the tips below for clarification). It might ask for administrator permission, just click yes and proceed until the file is replaced with the one you just edited.

TIP: Not sure what your username is? Simple: on your File Explorer, go to Documents > EA Games > The Sims 2 Legacy (or Ultimate Collection) and click the bar. It will show the full path to the folder. Copy that path and follow the rest of this step. TIP 2: Make sure to save it as a .ini file and NOT a .txt one! If you are having difficulties with that, go to File > Save as on Notepad and select "All Files (*)" as file type. Make sure to also name it exactly as S2PCI.ini (it SHOULD ask you to replace the original file, if it did not, something is wrong. Try following the steps again making sure everything was properly followed!)

STEP 4: Install your Custom Content

The last step is to install your custom content. To make sure that Sims2Pack Clean Installer is working properly with the configuration file you edited, make sure that it shows the path written in the file when you press install. It should point to the game's Documents folder like the image above. Now that you showed the program where your Sims 2 Documents folder is, it should auto-detect where to put the files. Ta-da! Your Sims2Pack Clean Installer is done and working. Enjoy your Custom Content and Sims2Pack installing galore all you want <3

#ts2 #sims2 #ts2legacy #legacycollection #thesims2 #the sims 2 #the sims 2 legacy #sims 2 #sims 2 legacy #ts2cc #sims2cc #s2cc

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demonic0angel · 29 days ago

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Saw the post about Danny getting trapped in an mp3 player that was turned into a ghost trap and him getting bound to Gotham. Can we perhaps see some angst relating to Danny realizing he's been away from his home, his friends, his family, and his haunt for seven years? It's my understanding that if someone goes missing for seven years, they're legally considered dead. Maybe Sam and Tucker are trying to find a fully dead Phantom in their free time along with Jazz and Dani. Dan is probably trying to keep Vlad in check, and the Fenton parents probably think ghosts kidnapped their son, so they're probably more aggressive towards ghosts. They probably made the mp3 trap a while ago and forgot about it and tossed the blueprints in a random filing cabinet. The spirit of Gotham, meanwhile, is actively hiding Danny from everyone while she throws Danny on everything from muggings to supernatural threats in order to keep her curses in check. She even gives him a cheap little apartment, sure it's dirty and smells, but Danny could fix it up

Part 1

Danny hugged himself as he sat in the corner of an old apartment building. He looked out the window, at the unfamiliar sights around him and couldn’t help but wonder if his family was doing alright.

Had Sam and Tucker remained friends? (He knew that he was often a mediator, but did they leave each other after he left? He didn’t know what answer he would’ve wanted.)

Was Dani still exploring the world? (Was she oblivious to his absence?)

Was Dan doing alright? Was he still an asshole? (Had he replaced his place within the family?)

Was Jazz okay? Did she finish her college degree? Did she get a boyfriend or a girlfriend or did she move out of their childhood home? (Did she miss him? Did she look for him? Did she even care?)

Danny buried his face into his knees, wrapping his arms around his head to block out the noise of the world around him.

Noise that wasn’t the soft chatter of Amity Park, the murmuring of ghosts, and rustling noises of nature and life.

No, this was the sound of Gotham. The smell of decay and rot filled his nose with a pungent scent of corruption and evil.

Danny could not leave.

Gotham would not let him leave. And no wonder too, with all of this happening to her. She was probably desperate to keep him and make him stay so she could recover.

Danny sobbed.

Seven years.

He almost couldn’t believe it. How on earth had he been gone that long? It felt like only a few hours ago that he had been trying to go to the movies with Sam and Tucker, still embarrassed by Jazz’s goodbye kiss to his forehead, and waiting for messages from Dani about her adventures.

The sound of someone getting shot shook him out of his stupor and he cried harder, reaching upwards to cover his ears. The shrill ring of gunshots rang through his head, along with the high pitched cry of someone in pain.

The screaming and shouting continued.

His sensitive nose and ears could smell the blood and hear the whimpering cries, even as he shook his head to shake off the fear that threatened to overwhelm him. The cars were noisy and there was a strange burbling sound like water and sewage filling him.

“Please let me go,” he whispered to Lady Gotham. “I want to go home. Please let me go home!”

He didn’t want to meet Robin or Batman or any of the other heroes. This wasn’t his haunt. This wasn’t his home.

And they did not know him.

“Please…! Please let me go home!” He sobbed.

He was only a teen, now driven away from home and away from his family.

A heavy weight wrapped themselves around his shoulders and Danny cried hot tears as the heavy chill set itself on top of him, comforting but cold and desperate.

Lady Gotham would not let him go.

Not until he cleaned her up of the curses and darkness within her.

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lizzyk137 · 11 months ago

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I'm Never Letting You Go- Spencer Reid Fanfic (Spencer X Reader)

Summary: Spencer has you worried that he won't want your baby and you don't know how to tell him. Warnings: Angst, brief mention of gun shots, yelling over a dangerous situation, fluff Based off of Season 4 Episode 5

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"Woo, he's kicking. a lot today." JJ exclaims chuckling, hand on her every growing belly.

Spencer looks up from his case file before rambling, "In the third trimester, there is about thirty fetal movements per hour. Babies kick to explore movement and strengthen muscle."

JJ just stares at him dumbfounded, before asking, "Have you ever actually felt a baby kick?" She grabs Spencer's hand and places on the side of her belly, his face showing his confusion. JJ nods, as they both can feel the baby kick. "You feel that?"

"Does that freak you out?" Spencer whispers, quickly looking up at JJ then back down to where his hand was still be pressed to her belly.

"No, not at all." Her face, now showing confusion at his question, before looking at him teasingly. "Why does it freak you out?"

"Very much so," Spencer says as he rips his hand away and brings his attention back to his case file, earning a chuckle out of JJ.

You watch quietly, your own hand on your small baby bump. Your boyfriend of a year just said a baby kicking freaks him out. You couldn't wrap your head around the grossed look on his face while he said it. You didn't know if Spencer wanted kids, it somehow never came up and you were still unsure of when to tell him, but after he said that you weren't sure if anytime would be the right time.

Spencer was happy when JJ announced her pregnancy, but after that he wasn't himself when JJ was around. Always watching her curiously, like he was unsure if being himself was okay to do around the growing baby. He eventually became more relaxed and even did some research on babies, always spouting out information when he could, but he still wasn't fully acting like his adorably dorky self.

The pregnancy was a surprise for you and early on in your relationship with Spencer. You haven't officially told anyone in the BAU about your relationship, Spencer worried about getting in trouble and wanting to look professional. You understood what he meant, and it was easier to hide your relationship out in the field so you wouldn't be used against each other if an unsub caught you. It may have been easy to hide from others, but not the team. They easily found out but said nothing about it. It was killing them not to tease Spencer about it though, but they respected your privacy when you asked them not tell Spencer.

You tried to keep this a secret though but that proved challenging, especially when the morning sickness started. JJ had caught you red handed in the bathroom one morning, while Emily and Penelope figured it out after you declined wine after a tough case, which you never did. Soon Morgan, Rossi and Hotch found out, all promising to keep this a secret too from Spencer. They were all worried that you've yet to tell him and you were already showing, but with the case load being heavy, you've yet to spend any real alone time with Spencer especially since your belly started to grow, which was surprisingly fast.

But now you were really unsure about telling Spencer and Emily could see the frustration on your face when you walked out of the conference room.

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Spencer watched as JJ fanned herself with a case file as she rubbed her swollen belly with a small smile on his face, before turning around to realize Emily caught him, a smirk on her face as he tried to play it off like he was just looking around.

"You considering it?" She asks, Spencer looking up at her.

He looked at her, eyebrows furrowing. "Considering what?"

"Having baby geniuses one day." She looks confidently at him before it was replaced with a teasing glint in her eyes.

His face turns to one of consideration before the phone rings and he quickly answers it, glad to have a distraction from the question asked of him.

He didn't understand her question nor the sad look on her face after he dodged her question. She quickly got up while he was still on the phone, his eyes following her as she quickly made her way to you before whispering in your ear. You got up quickly, one hand covering your mouth and another your stomach as you ran to the bathroom, Emily hot on your heels.

Where you alright? Where you sick? Did Emily say something to you to make you so upset? What did Emily say anyways and why did she run right to you after asking him such a personal question.

Spencer didn't want to admit to himself that he did want a family, especially with you. It was still so early on in your relationship and your careers that he didn't want to scare you away with talks about wanting a family. So, he did everything he could to deny his interest.

He just didn't want to lose you.

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You were avoiding Spencer as the case went on. You knew it wasn't right or healthy but after seeing him showing disgust and zero interest babies, you just didn't know how to approach him. You were being dumb, and Rossi did let you know that.

"My sweet girl, you are starting to show, just tell the kid. You'll figure out what to do, no matter what he says." Rossi gave your hand a small squeeze. He was always soft with you, thinking of you like a daughter, though sometimes you could go without the hard parenting.

Emily reminded you that you all had them no matter if Spencer wanted to be in the picture or not.

You nodded, trying hard not to think about Spencer not being with you anymore. You loved him too much and you didn't want to lose him.

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You were running top speeds towards the train, somehow beating Morgan to the train's ladder as you climbed up it, making your way to the top before taking off again as you made your way from one car to the next. Morgan was trying to catch up with you, yelling at you to be careful as he let the team know via his head set about what you were doing.

Spencer was worried, he knew you were upset with him, though he couldn't figure out why, but he didn't want you getting hurt, it would be something else you'd have to worry about with whatever he may have done.

"Hotch get her quick, she's too close for my liking!" Morgan yelled out.

"Oh my god, Morgan catch her!" Rossi screamed a second later, Spencer's heart stopped beating for a second waiting for news on if you were alright. Gun shots rang out and Spencer rubbed his hands over his face.

"All clear, we're safe." Morgan's voice rang out a few moments later.

Within the next half hour, he saw you make your way through the double doors, a frustrated look on your face while Morgan, Hotch and Rossi followed behind you, clearly upset and lecturing you.

Spencer ran over to make sure you were okay, but Morgan cut him off, stopping you in your tracks. "You're pregnant and you need to start looking out for the baby not just you." His voice was hard and loud, before continuing, his voice shaky. "If I wasn't there, you and your baby could have been hurt, or worse killed."

Spencer's feet had already stopped and he could feel his jaw slack and opened at Morgan's words. Your eyes grew wide as you saw him standing behind Morgan stunned.

"Oh Spencer..." You whispered before he took off running. You ran behind him, ripping your vest off as it constricted your belly.

You headed out into the night, the warm air slapping you as you came out of the cool building. "Spencer! Wait!" You yelled out, your legs still shaky from almost falling off the ladder of the caboose train before Morgan caught you.

Spencer suddenly stopped, almost causing you to run into him before he suddenly turned around and looking at you through tear filled eyes. His body shook and he went to point at you before bringing his hand down to his side. "Your pregnant?" His voice was barely a whisper but still strong.

All you could do was nod.

"How long have you known?"

You gulped, your eyes barely reaching his. "I'm a little over four months along."

"You've known for that long and you haven't told me?" He was furious now, tears streaming down his face as he stared at you.

You shook your head, tears starting to fall. "I didn't know how to tell you. You haven't shown any interest in wanting kids." The next part, you whispered, not wanting to think about the look he gave to JJ's moving belly. "You said it freaked you out."

He looked at you confused before his face softened as he looked at your broken face, tears falling down your face as you stared at the ground. He took a step forward before wrapping you in his arms. "Baby, no. I-I just said that and acted weird because I didn't want to scare you away with talks about wanting a family." You sobbed into his chest at that part, your short arms circling him. "I want nothing more than to be with you, start a life with you and have little geniuses running around." He chuckled, using what Emily had used to talk about his babies. Now he realized what she was hinting at.

You were pregnant. He was upset with you for hiding it, but he couldn't blame you for not knowing how to tell him, especially with how he acted. He stroked the back of your head, planting little kisses in your hair. "Are you sure you want to be a dad right now?"

He chuckled at how cute your mumbling in his chest was. He pulled away, putting both hands on the side of your face, forcing you to look at him, his smile wide. "Y/N, I couldn't think of a better time."

A smile crept onto your face, before he brought his lips to yours. "Thank you. I'm sorry I kept it from you." He just shook your head.

"There is nothing to apologize for, except for the amount of stress you put me under tonight going after that unsub." You laughed as you pulled him back into a hug. "Promise me that you'll be safer?"

"I promise." You mumbled, sleepiness starting to get to you.

After a few moments of silence, he pulled away from you, his eyes soft with curiosity. "Um- can I feel?" He looked and nodded down towards your belly.

You giggled at his nervousness as you finished taking off your vest, your hand naturally resting on the small bump that was showing through your tight tank top.

His hands shakily came to your sides as he knelt down before giving your belly a kiss then introduced himself as your baby's daddy, making you laugh aloud. A small movement in your belly stopped you, Spencer and you slowly looking at each other with wide eyes before you jumped up and down shrieking with joy, the team coming out of the station, worried something happened.

They watched as Spencer picked you up, twirling you around both of you laughing and shrieking with excitement at the growing life inside of you. Their smiles growing as they made their way over to the two of you to celebrate.

Spencer twirled you again as you kissed him before pulling back to look into each other's eyes.

I'm never letting you go, you both thought.

#criminal minds #spencer reid #spencer reid scenarios #spencer reid criminal minds #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x reader #spencer x reader #criminal minds penelope #jj criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #david rossi #bau team #derek morgan #aaron hotchner

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greenplumbboblover · 5 months ago

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[WIP] Lyralei's Pose addon - Part 2

(See previous post: Click me!)

First things first, MASSIVE thanks to @thesweetsimmer111 for all the help to make this work better and sharing her knowledge on Track masks with me (and the world!)

👀 Better Look at (with reactions!)

Maybe it’s just me, but I used to get endlessly frustrated when Sims wouldn’t properly turn their heads to face an item. So, I set out on a little mission to make their head movements more natural! Unfortunately, that didn’t go as planned—turns out EA’s code for the “Look At” feature is completely deprecated and no longer functional.

Knowing I couldn’t just code a fix, I had to explore other approaches. That’s when @thesweetsimmer111 came up with a brilliant solution: blending left, right, up, and down poses to create a more convincing look-at effect! 🎉

(See: Post)

What's different?

Here's the original pose, without Look at turned on....

On the left, we got VA's original look at.

On the right is what Savanita and I came up with! :)

don’t want to make it seem like the original Look At feature was awful—it actually works pretty well in some cases! For example, in this pose, if the plant were on the other side, the difference wouldn’t be that noticeable since her head is already tilted slightly. 😊

(Same layout again: Left = VA's, Right = Me and Savanita's approach)

Plus, maybe you do want something more subtle, then VA's Look at is great!

Anyways! Of course, I couldn't stop there! Now, your sim has a few options of turning towards the object:

(Note, this list will get 10x cooler in the next feature ;D)

This list is what the "trackmasks" are. :)

Okay, let's give "Eyes Only" a try. So, we expect Morgana to ONLY look at the plant, with her eyes.

(Left is before using look at, Right is with look at, and one up for fun-cies)

And, to please @nocturnalazure's wishes, yep! It now accepts Facial Expressions! :D

(I never would've thought I would see Evil Morgana lmao)

🎭Blending Poses/Reactions

After Savanita's amazing idea of using Track Masks, I found out that I can apply that same technique on, well, poses! And this is a feature I'm SUPER proud of (And honestly, it's taken me an entire week to get working 🙃)

First things first, when we choose the interaction, we will first be greeted by our "trackmask" list with all the selections on it

So, I made a few examples to show of what you could do, but in all fairness, it's endless!

Here I chose the option "Both Arms".

Here I chose "Head And Neck". Look! She even has the expression! (Don't worry though, i also have an expression-less version in the making ;))

What about... Animations?!

While blending poses has the ability to also type in your pose names by name, rather than list, you can also use EA's!

The list is pretty long ( believe 200 entries?) but here is a sneak peek:

Though, as far as I've been able to tell, EA reactions aren't as flexible, where I can tell it to only use the arms, or the eyes. Instead, we got these options:

So, unless I found a way to get around it, this is the only way to do it.

But without further ado....

Here I used the same pose(left) as the last 2 pictures, but with "OverlayHead". And chose "Boo"

(I just realised it looks like she is about to get hit by a ball lol)

🕰️ History List

The Add-on now remembers your pose history!

Whether you’re a dedicated “Pose by Name” user or prefer the simplicity of “Show by List”, both options now display your pose history for quick reference.

Note: Each Sim has their own individual history list. This means you’ll only see the pose history for Sim X when clicking on them, and not for Sim Y.

📓What's up next?

Adding all the trackmask. (I still need add the hands and legs ones)

Adding an in-game Category maker, so you don't have to edit the XML. It will mean you need to replace the XML file in S3PE yourself. But I can always make a quick How-To for guidance 😉

(Note to self) Optimize the Categorisation code. It's currently taking 1 minute up from the loading screen 😬)

Fixing some minor bugs where Look at will still turn the sim's head back to it's original position.

Fixing some issues where Blending poses with certain track masks aren't working well or at all.

Fixing an issue where the dialogs can crash the whole game (woops!)

Sooo, I think a release date is pretty soon! I think within a week :)

Any VA Addon Bug Fixes?

Of course! It's the mod that inspired me to make stories, and even get to make this mod! I couldn't just... leave it to collect dust while it's other child mod is getting all the attention. :p

Changelog:

There is now an interaction that uses both look at & reaction simultaneously. (In case you don't want to use my look at interaction).

Fixed an issue where reactions would sometimes or never show on the sim.

Fixed an issue where using "Random Quick Poses" would occasionally show a breathing sim, doing nothing.

Fixed an issue where certain poses get called twice, making it harder to keep reactions or even look at history data.

Some minor code changes that aren't worth mentioning honestly.

#the sims 3 #ts3 #sims 3 #the sims #sims #ts3 simblr #lyralei's pose addon #sims 3 wip #ts3 wip #the sims 3 wip #wip

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jjeremysstash · 2 years ago

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Fixing Windows 11 - A Masterpost

Windows 11 is absolute crap for a good bunch of stuff so yeah, have a masterpost with most of the things I've found around to fix it haha (they're not all here because I did stuff around and I don't remember what)

YES, I KNOW at this point Linux would be a better alternative, however some here can't use Linux due to some proprietary programs that are not on Linux. This Masterpost is for the people in the same situation as I, aka those who have to have Windows or they can't do their job.

I am currently unemployed and haven't worked enough for the government to help me. I have a ko-fi if ever you want to help.

Stopping W11 from making you create an account/setting up your computer without internet (with a way to create gpedit.msc if your version doesn't have it)

Fixing the Taskbar (in case you also don't like the grouped Battery/internet/sound or the way the windows look)(there's more to it, check the settings)

There is the chance that Windows can't update because of this, you just have to uninstall it and reinstall it afterwards. They also completely nuked the Windows 10 look in the 24H2 update, so use the "Windows 10 (Explorer Patcher)" option instead of the plain "Windows 10".

Removing the rounded windows (since ExplorerPatcher doesn't do it anymore on 24H2)

https://github.com/valinet/Win11DisableRoundedCorners

How to move the volume and luminosity pop ups (so you can finally see those sweet sweet subtitles)

In case ModernFlyouts doesn't automatically start up, possible solution

Fixing the Start Menu (ExplorerPatcher can do that too, btw)

How to show all options right away

A way to bring back the Calendar

https://github.com/matej137/OutlookRemover

MICROSOFT FULLY NUKED THE CALENDAR!!! Possible fix is to downgrade the app (which is fine if you don't use the Mail), but do use the OutlookRemover to stop the automatic installation of the new version.

https://github.com/matej137/OutlookRemover/issues/15

How to remove Copilot if you have it (I don't, but it might be because I'm in Europe??)

Archive

Apparently Copilot is being forced on people so hummm

Other stuff not specifically related to the shit W11 did

Changing the size of the scroll bars

How to fully remove Cortana

Website with tools to fix W10 and W11

#Windows 11 #W11 #Windows #computer stuff #computer #last updated on the 13th of February 2025

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alienara-simblr · 21 days ago

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🌆 Chapter 5 : The Neighborhood Download 🏘️

It's a big post, please read carefully ...

🥂 It's FINALLY here, the long-awaited neighborhood download post ! You'll finally be able to explore this new map yourself, add your Sims, and play fantastic brand new...old stories. However, depending on the neighborhood you want to download, you'll need to make sure you've already downloaded and installed the necessary custom content from the lots you need ! To speed things up, the "chapter" posts offer direct access to the entire download folder for the area in question (e.g. "Chapter 1" proposes the lots from Neighborhood 1 etc.)

🌃 All the neighborhood have been cleaned with Hood Checker and completely empty of all their sims (in folder, and in the neighborhood file with SimPE). The Neighborhoods with lots have 🇫🇷 FRENCH and 🇬🇧 ENGLISH texts for every lot titles and descriptions from the original SIMS 1 descriptions.

🌇 NEEDED NEIGHBORHOOD DECO

Redbud Tree CUSTOM version by @suratan-zir Age of Empire 3 Trees conversion by @haut-gothique Dead Trees by @mustluvcatz-reloaded Placeable Cliffs by @greatcheesecakepersona Nessie the Plesiosaur by Psychosims The Neighborhood Fog by @jodeliejodelie The Waterfall by Numenor The Osara Wood Bridge by @simborg The Wood pier fragment by @criquette-was-here on MTS Busy Road Vehicle Set by @criquette-was-here (Police car ; Garland Bubalina Tractor ; Semi-trailers ; flatbed loaded) The Bus stop and Post by @criquette-was-here Rural Road Charm’s Asphalt Tarmac Pieces by @criquette-was-here Those Telegraph Poles by @criquette-was-here The Fence & Hedge set by @criquette-was-here Smuggled Deco's Giant FS13 Harvester by @criquette-was-here Railway Tunnel Portal from Feverfew by @criquette-was-here Railway Tunnels by @criquette-was-here on MTS Street Lights Set by @criquette-was-here 4t2 Street Lights by @beautifulnerdkitty Building by @ethanmcgregor (can't find name ; begin by “fixed”) The Blue Water Tower by @funphumph Smallest Maxis Watertank by Psychosims 4t2 Stone Wall A by @lordcrumps 4t2 Dirty Long Road by @leoz94 (ts4dirtyroad1 ; ts4dirtyroadlong ; ts4dirtyroadpovorot1 ; ts4dirtyroadpovorot2) 3t2 Old Mill by @hafiseazale MagicTown default replacement for Maxis Bimp by @shastakiss 🌉 You will NEED BRIDGES for the neighborhood, but the choice of the bridges depend on which roads you are using. 🔹IF you are using MAXIS roads, you need these bridges (and you will have to place them yourself on the completely remade neighborhood) 🔸IF you are using @criquette-was-here's Rural Charms Roads like me, you will need her Unified Brigdes

🏞️ OPTIONAL NEIGHBORHOOD DECO

Skyboxes by @dramallamadingdang (I use Mixed Clouds) Skylines by @greatcheesecakepersonna (I use Green Hills)

🌲 DEFAULT REPLACEMENT PINES

You can chose to keep the Maxis ones or use one of those :

Neighborhood Pine Forest Defaults by @teaaddictyt , @lowedeus and @shastakiss My Darker Recolor of the previous set : SFS - Mediafire (it's the version used on my pictures, obviously) Tree Clump recolors by @jodeliejodelie

☑️ CHECK LIST

💾 Did you make a backup of your Sims2 folder ? 🌁 What neighborhood do you want and how to install it ? ⚒️ Did you check the master meshes post ? installed everything ? 🏘️ Did you installed all the needed lots and their CC ? 🌲 Did you install the neighborhood decorations from this post ? 🙏 Did you send a prayer to the Gamer's Gardian Angel ? 🦑 Did you exorcised the Pink Soup out of your PC ? ✅ Then you're ready to GO !

💾 DOWNLOAD OPTIONS

The Empty one is... empty of lots, It's just my remade version off Kalisa's map. I had to change it to create MagicTown, changed the roads with SimPE and decorated the hood. The second option, is an edited neighborhood with only the MagicTown addition, all the OldTown and Downtown lots are Kalisa's CC free ones. It allows you to have less CC to install because you will need only the MagicTown related ones. That's why I had a flag system on my master meshes post . And finally, the entirely remade neighborhood has all my made and remade lot and need ALL the CC from the lots and the master-meshes post.

🟥 MAIN Empty Hood : SFS - Mediafire 🟧 MAIN MagicTown + Kalisa's OldTown : SFS - Mediafire 🟨 MAIN Entirely Remade : SFS - Mediafire 🟩 SUB Empty Hood : SFS - Mediafire 🟦 SUB MagicTown + Kalisa's OldTown : SFS - Mediafire 🟪 SUB Entirely Remade : SFS - Mediafire

To install the MAIN HOODS, you have to put the neighborhood folder in your TS2 document folder : .../My Documents/(Your Sims 2 folder)/Neighborhoods/ To Install the SUB HOODS, you have to put the neighborhood folder in your TS2 "Open for Business" installation folder : (Your TS2 Installation repertory).../EP3/TSData/Res/Neighborhood Templates/

🏘️ ★ 🛠️ ★ 🏡 ★🧍★ 👫 The TS1 Sims Neighborhood is on its way...

#sims 2 #sims 2 download #sims 2 build #ts1t2 lot download #sims 2 custom content #sims 2 custom hood #ts2 lots #ts2 build #ts2 #ts2 simblr #sims 2 neighborhood #ts1t2 neighborhood download #1t2 #ts1t2 neighborhood project #sims 1 #sims2 legacy #sims nostalgia #sims 2 simblr #sims 2 lots

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redflowersociety · 6 months ago

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HEADLOCK - [Mouthwashing]

Part 1 - Part 2

It is the year 40xx: almost twenty years since what took place on the pony express cargo ship. You currently work in a space station settled right outside the dwarf planet Haphestus. While reviewing recent data of nearby free-floating objects, an abnormally large mass is located: it’s a cargo ship.

A/N: Hi! I had the idea for a… fix-it au for Mouthwashing with the inclusion of self indulgent Jimmy who takes responsibility. Generally, this is hopefully going to explore all the crew members dynamics if they survived. Basically the entire plot of the game is changed around…. So only read if you’re up for that!!

The sound of a printer buzzing and squeaking pulled your attention off the letter in front of you, and subsequently, the soreness in your chest, if only for a moment. Blinking your burning vision back into focus, you grabbed the warm papers and shifted the letter to the side, replacing its spot in front of you with the fresh inked reports. You sorted through each paper by area code, your brain pulsating at sheer amount of numbers. You rubbed at your temple as you copied down the information into a more organized spreadsheet. Once you got that done, you placed the papers into their respective folders on the wall across the room. You stood up with the hand-written spreadsheet, and exited your office, making your way down the metal corridors.

For the past 5 years, you had been the secretary of the space station settled just outside of the dwarf planet Haphestus (named for being a colony full of factories.) Your job brought along many responsibilities: The safety of the planet you guarded, and of course, filing all the data from nearby space junk to send back down to the planet. Whenever people ask what the job is like, you make a point to explain to them just how engaging it is to do the latter, making no effort to hide your sarcasm.

After a shaky knock at the door, your captain gave the okay to enter her office. “ Mx. Harold!” She greeted you with her usual polite, empty cheeriness.

“Miss. Riley, hey. Here’s the space junk data,” you spoke with less enthusiasm than you meant to, which caused an immediate jolt of panic to shoot through your body. Your hands shook as you placed the sheets onto her desk, and you knew in your gut that she noticed.

“You alright, dear?” She leaned forward in her chair, sliding the papers to the side. Her gaze was so sharp, it was as if it was shooting a bullet hole right through your face.

“I-..I’m alright, sorry, I’m just tired, drank coffee.” You swallowed, taking small, hesitant steps towards the door.

“You can tell me if something is wrong, you know.” She started to stand. Smiling.

“I’m alright, thank you.” You nearly choked on those words, having been standing there without breathing in for a considerable number of seconds. You turned-

“Sit down with me.” She stopped hiding her commands underneath the guise of a kind request. You did as you were told. Miss Riley shifted through the spreadsheets as you sat across from her for what felt like hours. Eventually, her fingertip traced down to a particular column. “You really should be more careful.” She flipped the paper to you, pointing out your mistake. You took a closer look now, having simply been copying and sorting without much thought. The object reported from the scans was unusually big, obscenely sized, and was reported to have the mass of iron.

“…Miss Riley, I just copied what I saw on the scanner reports.” you stammered, wrapping your arms protectively around yourself.

As if upset with you for having brought the information to her, she groaned, leaning back in her chair and turning her gaze to the screen on her left. As if she had seen a ghost, her eyes went large and her mouth hung slightly agape.

“…Miss Riley?”

Exploring old, decrepit cargo ships was never part of your job description. But, considering there being no protocol put in place for such a circumstance, Miss Riley found no issue in making you do it anyways. the sound of metal scraping against itself, and whirring pistons behind you made you jump. The doors were closed. You were on this ship, and had no choice but to look around all alone. You used a test strip to test for breathable air, and once confirmed, took off your oxygen helmet. The damn thing was way too heavy to walk around with.

The bright flashlight in your hand did little to soothe you in the middle of this darkness. The sheer amount of dust getting kicked up with your every step assaulted your nose and made you sneeze more times than you could count. On top of that, it blurred all that was more than five feet in front of you. For a moment, you considered putting the helmet back on.

Stepping through metal corridors with exposed pipes and circuitry, an unusual foam coating the walls in patches; the scenery, the darkness, and the silence aside from your one footsteps, created an ambiance that brought shivers up your spine. you spent a while searching- coming across various rooms.

You had to pry your way in, as the lack of power in the ship meant not a single automatic door, but when you stumbled into the medbay, the first thing that hit you was the smell of iron and rot. blood stained bandages and browned sheets on the stretcher- pill bottles, some empty and some not so much. The labels all read as some outdated pain medication. What really caught your eye was the case left ajar on the crusted stretcher. You recognized the red rim and the outline of a pistol in the foam bottom. This was an empty gun box.

dread beginning to set in, you backed out of the room, sliding back through the half-open door and into the hall. You found yourself in a communal room. It was messy; blood splatters along the table and floor, and a giant broken screen by some dusty couches. “What the fuck happened here,” You wondered aloud.

In no rush, as the fear that gathered in your stomach threatened to paralyze you from the waist down, you headed back into the halls. Eventually, under the crack of a metal door, and through its shattered glass window, was a light blue glow that was jarring compared to the darkness of the rest of the scenery.

“Is this…” you had a feeling about the contents of this room based off that familiar glow. You pried your way inside, slipping yourself through the halfway opened slit you created. In front of you was the jarringly bright shine of 5 active cryopods. The ships power must have allocated to this single room…You were sure of it. You tapped swiftly on your wrist.

“Captain… there are people in here.”

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Hotter Than Hell: Chris Redfield x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

Pookie bear you know how to get me going >:)))

This is a little over 7k words :)

I have a problem

Contains: Aphrodisiac, vaginal licking, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, choking, breeding kink, creampies, dirty talk, degrading kink, size difference, multiple orgasms, hair pulling, spanking, pregnancy kink

The lab was mostly empty.

That should’ve tipped him off that there was something dangerously wrong here. It’s never this easy, and yet, things just seemed too good to be true.

A cold steam puffed out from his lips as his steely blue eyes tactically scanned the room he had entered. Finger on the trigger of his assault rifle, shoulders wound tight like a spring, teeth grit and lungs left half-empty in case he suddenly had to fire; Chris was ready. This was all too grating for him, the quiet pulling at the back of his mind. Something was going to go horribly wrong and he knows it- Hell, the rest of Hound Wolf knows it too. He could see it in all of their eyes, keeping their sights on the shadows a little too long, guns never lowered, steps light.

It’s never this easy.

The lab had been half-explored at this point. It was some makeshift lab made up in some long forgotten military bunker in the barren arctic wastelands of northern Sweden bordering Norway. There was nothing around for miles, only hills of snow and the threat of polar predators hiding in the blanket of shimmering white.

The power has long been cut off, lightswitches lead to just continuous darkness and the breakers did nothing when flipped. The place was freezing, too. The cold bit through their military gear, clinging to their bones, dragging at them to slow down. It was already below zero outside, making the stone and metal innards that much more unbearable. At least the wind wasn’t present in here or else they would have to get the hell out; And that was the absolute last thing Chris wanted to do.

The Swedish flags had all been snatched off of the walls, replaced with banners and metal hangings of Neo-Umbrella all about the lab. A layer of dust had settled over everything, not even boot prints had disturbed the dust since it had gathered. That didn’t mean they couldn’t be on edge. There’s been plenty of times where a place looks to be abandoned but a B.O.W. or two is actually lurking around deep inside.

They all entered the next room, flashlights and the barrels of all of their guns sweeping and quickly clearing the room. There was more in here than the last; Notably, some folders were haphazardly scattered around with papers loose on the counters and floors. Lobo and Umber Eyes gathered them up when Tundra busied herself by looking at a nearby cabinet seemingly filled with something. There were three other doors aside from the one they had all filed in from.

As Chris was about to start digging through the mess left behind, a series of robotic beeps rang softly in his ear. Chris stalled for a second, exhaling before inhaling deeply and raising his hand to click at his earpiece.

“Den to Hound Wolf. Do you copy?” you spoke gently through the earpiece.

Your voice was always welcomed in his ears. Ever since he had met you when you were transferred from the BSAA to Hound Wolf, he felt a connection with you. Despite the fact that you barely had any training under your belt, your encounter stuck to him, clung on, the thought of you just anchored to his mind. You were just Hound Wolf’s field operations support just as Hunnigan was for Leon Kennedy, but Chris felt like there was something else there with you. He wanted to know what that was.

“Copy that, Den,” he spoke clearly. “Alpha here. Over.”

“Have you had any luck with searching the bunker?”

“Negative. We’re still in the trenches here.”

It ate at Chris that they hadn’t been able to find anything yet.

“Copy that. Radio in if you find something, Alpha. Den, out.”

The line cut off quickly. Chris wouldn’t admit it, but deep down, he was a little disappointed that your call ended so quickly. He also wouldn’t admit that he was starting to feel something for you. He denied it fully at first, attempting to snuff out the embers before it started a wildfire, but no matter how hard he tried, it wouldn’t happen. Every time he would see you around the base, in the meetings sitting pretty in front of him, heard you over the comms line- it drove him more and more insane. Despite acting a bit cold to you at first, you had taken a warm liking to the captain and greeted him with a sweet smile every day that made his stomach do flips.

Chris swallowed thickly and returned his free hand back to his assault rifle, squeezing the metal hard enough for his gloves to creak before he too joined in the search around the room.

“Any luck?” he asked the team over his shoulder.

He had walked over to a rusted-out desk in the corner and searched the few papers that lingered. The ink was mostly faded, but from what Chris could make out, it was about redesigning the DNA sequences in hunters. As if that’s what he really needs to worry about right now.

“Just a bunch of empty vials,” Tundra called out from the cabinet, her hands rummaging through the small glass tubes with no luck on her side.

“Everything is either too worn out or the ink is smeared,” Lobo scoffed as he handed Chris the papers.

Chris sighed through his nose, another puff of cold steam rising. He just shook his head and Lobo dropped the papers to the counter.

“We need to split up. We’re taking too long and the cold is settling in,” Chris ordered. “Canine, Lobo; Take the door on the left. Umber Eyes, Night Howl; The right.” He turned his attention to Tundra as she dropped the vials and closed the cabinet doors. “Tundra, you’re with me.”

The rest of his squad split as Tundra followed close behind on Chris’ heels. Chris pushed at the door, grunting as he found it jammed at its rusted hinges only to reel his foot back and kick the door in. He honestly didn’t care if there were B.O.W.s down here right now. He just wanted to get out of here as fast as he could before one of them came down with hypothermia. Luckily, this was one of the rare instances that the helicopter actually stayed closed, parked right out of the abandoned bunker sitting idly.

As Chris and Tundra trekked down the hall, they both focused in on their surroundings. There were less of them now, making them more susceptible to danger. One foot in front of the other, they went down the very narrow hallway, flashlights beaming right on the other end at the other door. Upon opening the door, they both found it to be mostly barren save for a few knocked over chairs and some empty bookshelves. The next few rooms were no different, holding no value to them as they continued on.

It all seemed like lost hope when they came upon a bigger door that was way more secure. It was heavy to move it, Chris grunting as he pushed against it.

Upon opening the door, they were greeted with what looked to be some testing chamber. A large L-shaped desk full of buttons and screens and levers sat before a large and very thick window. On the side of the room sat a very secured door leading into the room. Walking up to the window, Chris shined his flashlight in, squinting past the glare to see multiple floor-to-ceiling columns. He wiped the dust off of the window and peered in again, catching the glints of glass making up those columns before realizing that they were all inhabited. He was right; There were B.O.W.s here. The status of them all being alive or dead was up for debate, but considering they were all left suspended in what looked to be suspicious liquid, he’d safely assume they’re all dead. He could only make out a few of them, one of which being an odd looking hunter with longer limbs and a nastier head. He’d hate to go against that thing.

Tundra sifted through more of the papers found in the filing cabinets, each drawer opening and closing with loud screeches.

“Any luck?” Chris asked once again over his shoulder.

He was trying to make out what the others were as Tundra quickly looked through each paper.

“They all look to be intact!” she exhaled a sigh of relief.

Chris broke his gaze away from the chamber to see Tundra handing him a few thickly filled folders. Peering at the labels on the side, the last one caught his eye. “Genetic Bio-Insemination.” He didn’t like the sound of that.

He started with the first folder.which was only about the newly engineered hunters this lab had produced. According to what he was able to skim through, though, the experiments were all failures as they had all mostly suffered from what appeared to be cardiac arrest. The longest one to live had only been six weeks before they had preserved it in one of those tubes for further testing. Chris felt unease in his stomach; If that was the new hunter at six weeks, what would one look like when it was fully matured?

The next was some experiments done with a new virus that had also failed. While testing on rodents apparently showed “positive” signs, human testing fell through, making it just about as bad as a case of the flu with some other side effects.

Chris had flipped to the last folder when his comm sparked to life in his ear.

“Night Howl to Alpha, come in,” Dion’s voice rang clear.

“Alpha here, over.”

Chris set the folders down and pressed a finger against his earpiece as static crackled a bit.

“We’ve found some samples left behind. We’re unable to deduce what they’re for, but they were all well hidden in a desk drawer.”

“We’ve also found something, captain,” Canine’s voice cut in. “Files and a few more samples here.” “Meet us here, we’ve found something as well. Alpha, out.”

“Wonder what those samples are,” Tundra wondered out loud as she started to stuff the folders into the duffle bag.

Chris was about to turn back around to face the chamber when he spotted something in the corner of the room. There was a metal table half rusted to death with a row of test tubes on top. Upon getting closer, some were found off of the rack and one had been opened, its contents spilled down onto the table and floor. An odd floral scent tickled his nose, nearly making him want to sneeze. The liquid had long since dried to a weird purple color. It looked sticky to the touch, but Chris knew better. Instead, he picked up one of the empty vials and brushed the dust off of the label.

‘Reactive Compound - B,’ it read.

He noticed that there would still be one missing test tube from the rack when the door opened to reveal the other four members of Hound Wolf, nearly startling both Chris and Tundra.

“Holy shit,” Lobo exhaled, immediately seeing the chamber full of dead B.O.W.s before him.

Both he and Umber Eyes walked up to the window and peered in, attempting to make out what’s in there just like Chris had done moments ago.

“What all did you find?” Chris cut off their thought processes.

Canine and Night Howl handed the samples and files to Tundra who quickly pocketed them.

“They’re some sick fucks, I can tell you that,” Night Howl muttered. “That office was full of pictures of test subjects in some disturbing poses.” He pulled out a hard drive from his pocket and also handed it to Tundra. “I don’t wanna know what all that fuck’s got on here, but we swiped it anyways.”

“We found where they were experimenting at, but most of it was destroyed already. We only got a few tubes of blood and some folders that just kept track of some of the experiments,” Charlie stated bluntly.

“We’ve been here long enough,” Chris stated plainly. “Radio the pilot and Den. We’ll finish up in here,” Chris nodded towards the door.

The four once again left Chris’ sight as Tundra stood up from where she was sitting. She had picked up the three folders Chris was just looking at, taking interest in the one he didn’t read. Chris had grabbed a few of the empty test tubes and turned around only to stop in his tracks upon hearing the crunching of glass.

Under his heavy boot, he had lifted it up to see the missing test tube now shattered on the floor. The dark liquid that had once been contained inside had started to glow in the dark to a bright violet. The scent of sickly sweet flowers rose to his nose again as a light smoke trailed up from the spill. Chris covered his mouth with his gloved hand as he started to cough uncontrollably, a sudden pull tugged at his entire body as he was exposed to the fumes.

“Captain!” Tundra exclaimed.

Chris held out a hand to halt her in her place as he stumbled away from the shattered vial. He caught himself on the console and sank into one of the long abandoned chairs, trying to catch his breath. He felt like he had swallowed a burning cigarette. His lungs felt like they had been lit on fire as an uncomfortable sweat made him feel sticky all over. The cold suddenly wasn’t a bother to him anymore.

He didn’t hear Tundra radio the rest of the squad to come back, only noticing them when both Umber Eyes and Night Howl took one of each of Chris’ arms and slung them over their shoulders, essentially dragging the captain out of the bunker as quickly as they could.

Chris grit his teeth as it felt like his clothing was suddenly too tight and way too warm for his liking. It felt like he couldn’t breathe as sweat beaded at his hairline. An odd feeling started to twirl in his stomach, making his abs seize and his back clench. He snatched onto their shoulders, fingernails sinking into the thick material of his gloves as he was suddenly brought outside. He barely registered the quick smacking of the helicopter’s blades speeding up, only focusing on the way the arctic air made his skin feel.

They settled Chris into the cabin of the helicopter before slamming the doors shut. As some of them pawed at Chris to hold him down or take his vitals, he overheard Lobo get on the comms.

“Den, this Lobo! Alpha’s down, requesting emergent medical standby on base. ETA is two hours.”

He could barely make out the rest of what everyone else was saying over the rising beat of his heart in his ears or the way his temples pounded against his skull. His vision swayed and he only got warmer and warmer, a sudden pull at his eyes made the squad freak out and try to shake him awake. They tried calling his name, but all he could hear was your voice crying it out instead just as his world went dark.

It was radio silent since the call from Lobo cut out. You couldn’t reach any of them, not even the pilot. Instead, you kept your eyes firmly planted on the helicopter’s location firmly moving closer and closer to base. You counted down the miles in your head from hundreds to dozens to the single digits. You had radioed medical already, no doubt they were already waiting with a gurney and a crash cart for the captain as soon as they landed.

And then the horrifying idea struck:

They would radio it in if he passed, right?

Just the thought made you horribly nauseous and antsy, barely able to sit in your seat for long. When the helicopter was two miles from the base, you couldn’t help yourself and got up from your desk, abandoning your post as you rushed to the landing. By the time you got up there, you could hear the distant blades turning and see the lights through the night fog steadily getting closer and closer before it was right above you all. As soon as the cabin was steady and landed, medical staff peeled open the doors to the helicopter and transferred the captain onto the gurney.

The sight of him made your world stand still for a moment.

A respirator clinging to his nose and mouth, skin stained with sweat, his bulletproof vest had been pulled off and his jacket had been opened to make room for the heart monitors to be attached to his chest. He looked to be a sickly pale and he was breathing so heavily, weakly struggling against all that touched him as he was wheeled away.

As the rest of Hound Wolf watched on, they couldn’t help but notice you. They weren’t dumb, of course. They knew of the little spark you and the captain had. They constantly made jokes to the captain about you and how he should grow some balls already. They had seen the way you and Chris stare at each other, the way Chris goes out of his way to personally bring you reports instead of emailing them or having someone else bring you them, how he always eagerly answers the comms when it’s you talking on the other end. You both had been pining for each other since you joined them a few months back.

It was Tundra that broke you out of your trance as you watched the medical team wheel Chris through the emergency doors that lead right to the medical bay. She placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, unmasked, she gave you a reassuring smile.

“He’ll be okay. This is Chris Redfield we’re talking about,” her words were soft.

“Yeah, he’s too stubborn to die,” Canine piped up.

That earned him a swift elbow to the ribs from Umber Eyes and a pointed look from the others.

“What happened?”

You finally turned your attention to the others, eyebrows pinched in worry. You were starting to feel a little sick to your stomach.

“We found samples in some testing chamber and he stepped on one without realizing it,” Tundra explained. She dug in her pocket before pulling out two empty vials and handed them to you. “They’re the same as the one he stepped on: Reactive Compound - B. According to the files, it was used solely on the B.O.W.s they were breeding down there, but it was proven ineffective.”

Breeding? Did she say breeding?

A flush came to your cheeks as you stared back at her with wide eyes. There was no fucking way.

“Breeding?”

“Yes,” she hesitated. “It’s… an aphrodisiac.”

Chris Redfield had been essentially drugged with an aphrodisiac and is now suffering from it.

You honestly didn’t know what to say. You’ve heard of these kinds of things happening before, but you never thought you’d actually see it happen.

“Luckily, it was just the vapors of it, so it shouldn’t last long,” Night Howl offered.

You only nodded before looking back to the doors of the med bay. You knew there was no way in hell you’d be able to see him now let alone possibly later. They’d quarantine him, keep him under strict watch.

Tundra rubbed your shoulder before guiding you back inside.

Hours melted by slowly. You could barely keep yourself calm as you worried your bottom lip relentlessly. Your knee wouldn’t stop bouncing as you sat at your desk, fiddling with your thumbs, busying yourself with reports and filing whatever you could away. It all became too much for you, you couldn’t continue to sit here while Chris was alone in some room being watched like an experiment. You got up from your desk, your rolling chair nearly knocking over as you quickly marched out of your office and towards the medical bay.

As you walked, nearly jogged, you couldn’t help but wonder what you would say to get in. You really didn’t have any pull and they surely wouldn’t take anything Chris would say as an order in his state. You just kept walking, adamant on seeing him at the very least. He was probably so confused if he had woken.

As you trekked through the halls, you passed by the dark hallway that led to both Chris’ office and his room only to be snatched up by the back of your blazer jacket and shoved into the hard wall.

You gasped and cried out in shock, the air leaving your lungs quickly. Before you could make any more noise, a large scarred hand reached up and covered your mouth, muffling your cries. Your eyes were wide in shock and fright as whoever it was pressed their entire body against yours, allowing you to feel everything. You could barely make out any details in the dark, but you quickly spotted a glint of light in a pair of steely blue eyes. You quickly stopped struggling against the large hands pinning you in place, allowing him to loosen his grip on your face and shoulder.

“Chris?” you whispered.

You could now tell just from the scent alone that it was him, the faint smell of his cologne acting as a dead giveaway to you. The hand that was once on your mouth and nose came up to claw at the wall next to your head, in the low lighting you could barely make out his muscles shimmering with sweat and bulging. The other hand was still connected to you, fisting the material of your blazer, keeping you pinned up against the wall. He was panting like he had ran an entire marathon, chest heaving, shoulders squared. You also quickly realized the thing poking at your lower belly through the thick cargo pants he was wearing, a horrible blush settling over your cheeks. He loomed over you, casting you in darkness with how big he was compared to you.

How did he get out?

Surely they wouldn’t have just let him out, especially after what he had been afflicted with.

“C-Chris, I- Are you feeling oka- Mmm!”

He cut you off by nearly smashing his lips with yours, swallowing your gasp this time as he really pressed himself up against you. There were no minute gaps between you both, you could really feel everything. The hand that was snatching at your blazer quickly moved to the back of your head, locking his fingers in your hair, practically forcing you to stay locked in his fiery kiss. He was so riled up, kissing you passionately as though he would never see you again, nipping at your lower lip to get you to open up. When you didn’t at first, he sank his teeth in, pulling a whimper from you. Taking the opening he created, his tongue invaded the cavity of your mouth, exploring it with vigor as his tongue swirled around with yours. You ended up snatching him by his shirt, twisting your fingers in the slightly damp material and drawing him even closer.

God, the heat that radiated off of him was immense. You could feel his balmy sweat through his thin t-shirt.

The hand that was clawing at the wall snatched at your lower back, fisting the stiff material and forced your core up against his tented erection. You gasped and tried to pull back, cunt clenching as your pulse raised. When you tried to pull away, he snarled like an animal and deepened the kiss, teeth nearly clacking against one another. You could feel how big he was, how thick he was. You didn’t doubt that he would be big down there, but this? Fuck, you could feel it twitching too.

He suddenly pulled away, graciously allowing you to gulp down oxygen and lean into his touch. The glint in his eyes had darkened, the steely blue nearly swallowed by the pitch blackness of his pupils. You could see the gears turning, you saw something lingering in his eyes. Was it restraint? Was he fighting back against this? He was honestly fighting a losing battle as the sweat kept darkening his t-shirt and his dick just got harder.

And just then, you saw his eyes soften from their rabid gaze. Pupils shrank a bit, his breathing calmed for just a few pregnant seconds.

“Tell me you want this,” he begged softly. “Please.”

You nodded, not able to find your breath for a moment.

“I want this,” your voice was so light it was barely audible.

But he heard it. You could see his pupils start to dilate once again, nearly covering those beautiful blues when he grabbed you once again. You were expecting another steamy kiss but gasped out loud when he easily tossed you up and onto his broad shoulder. At the sound of you gasping and choking a bit when his brawn dug into your ribs, he clapped a big hand over your ass to shut you up. He dragged you down the hallway and kicked the door to his room open, the door slammed behind him from the force. Your hands scrambled to hold onto him only to have your body soar as he dropped you onto the bed unceremoniously. You landed with a gasp, bouncing on the firm mattress and rumpled sheets. The light by his bedside automatically turned on upon sensing your presence, revealing just how sex-crazed Chris had really become.

He was staring down at you like a predator, lips parted as he panted, he held an animalistic gaze. The gray t-shirt he wore hugged all of his muscles deliciously, sweat darkening around his pecs and down his abs, highlighting all of that brawn. His black cargo pants were held on by a belt wrapped tightly around his waist, but the star of the show was that erection straining underneath.

You could smell the sex in the air, and a brief glance away from him showed a trashcan full of used tissues. Had they just holed him up in his room to let him masturbate it all out? If so, that clearly hadn’t worked.

Chris snatched your attention back to him when he grabbed at your pants and roughly pulled them off of your person. You weren’t expecting it, scooting away from him like he had shocked you. Your dress pants were tossed over his shoulder carelessly, pooling by the door. His eyes zeroed in on your panties; Black, solid with a bit of lace around the waistband. Your button-up had ridden up a bit on your belly and your blazer had been forced open by him snatching at you just moments ago, the button in the middle missing entirely. He could spy with those eagle eyes of his, the dark wet spot slowly growing between your legs, hugging that pussy that was all his.

Feeling a bit self-conscious under his gaze, you drew your legs closer to your body, closing your legs in the process as you dragged your short heels up on the bed. Chris had snatched your ankles suddenly, roughly tugging your legs apart, your heels knocking off of your feet by the force of it.

“Chris!” you gasped.

Should you be afraid of him? This isn’t how you thought your first time with the captain would go. You always thought it would be more romantic, not with his being all sex-crazed and about to fuck you like an animal.

“Don’t hide yourself from me,” he growled. He roughly tugged you until your ass was barely off of the mattress. He kept your ankles in a vice-like grip as he forced your legs open. He knelt down to where you could feel his breath on your clothed pussy. You whimpered pathetically as his nose barely brushed you down there, then his lips. He snagged the crotch of your panties in his sharp teeth before playfully pulling them a bit before letting them go. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted you,” he groaned. “How long I’ve wanted to fucking ruin you.”

“Chris~”

He suddenly snagged your panties and tore them for your person, tossing the wet scraps over his shoulder to join your pants and shoes. He dove right in, nose dividing your folds before his tongue greedily drank from your. Pressing his tongue flat, he dragged it up your kitty, fully tasting you as something sparked to life inside of you. You cried, tilting your head back as you snatched at whatever you could get your hands on. One sank into his black comforter while the other snagged his short hair, nails digging into his scalp. He growled against your pussy, deliciously vibrating it as he drank from you, licking up your sweet juices as they came out of you. He ate you out like a man starved, like a man possessed. Roughly, he fucked you with his tongue, dragging the tip in and our of your cunt, lapping at you like he was a dog. He kept your legs over his shoulders, hands snatching at your waist to bring you in even closer to that mouth of his. You locked your knees to his head, not allowing him to go anywhere. Your mouth was hung open as you openly moaned and cried, praising the captain as he ate you out.

“Right there! AH~ Chris! Right there,” you whined.

Chris hunched in on himself, getting up a bit, forcing your ass to lift off of the edge a bit so he could fuck you deeper with his tongue. The friction was so delicious you could get drunk off of it. Every tug on his hair had him snarling, pushing his face deeper into your folds. You gasped when his teeth dragged at your mound, sending little sparks down your legs and right back up into your blazing hot core.

You could feel it tightening. Like a rubber band being slowly stretched out, becoming taut, ready to snap. He was gonna make you cum just from that tongue of his alone. He looked up from your cunt, over your belly and clothed breasts. The look in his crazed eyes so desperate for you sent you over the edge. You squeezed your eyes shut as you came into his mouth, your mouth falling open as you let out a lewd moan.

You were glad that Chris’ room was away from the others.

He lapped at your orgasm as if it were a gift from the gods themselves, greedily drinking from you until your cunt was clean save for the bit starting to dribble out from the clenching pussy. He stood suddenly, pushing you back until you were now in the middle of the bed. He quickly stripped his t-shirt off, revealing to you the expanse of his muscles. You couldn’t help but nearly drool at them. For someone of Chris’ age, he really didn’t know the meaning of slowing down. His muscles rippled, highlighted with glistening sweat from the lamplight. His abs clenched and flexed, his broad chest heaved with every gulp of fresh air. His lips and beard glistened with the remnants of your orgasm. The next to go was his belt and pants. He pulled his belt off so fast the leather snapped against his hand but he remained unflinching. He dropped his cargo pants and kicked off his combat boots without care, leaving him in only his poor, straightening gray boxers. There was a wet spot where precum was leaking, slowly growing just as you had done in your panties. His erection tented more against the freeing fabric, no longer constrained by the tight pants. Chris dropped them too, practically snatching them off like they had offended him and tossed the poor pair to the floor.

Your eyes widened at the size of him. There’s no way that could fit inside of you. He was long and thick, and his head was red and a bit swollen. A trail of milky white cum ran down his shaft, trailing along a thick vein that ran along the underside. His balls looked full and heavy too, ready to dump his seed right into your waiting womb and breed you. Your mouth was watering at the sight, but something told you that you wouldn’t be tasting that dick tonight.

Chris wrapped one of his large hands around his dick and pumped his cock a few times, smearing his precum around his head and giving it a bit of a squeeze.

You couldn’t stand your clothes being on you anymore, breaking eye contact to fumble with the buttons of your button-up when Chris pounced on you. You had only managed to pull off your blazer and undo the top half of your buttons when he pulled the damned piece of clothing from your body, buttons flying across his room. You meant to scold him when he shut you up with a hand grabbing at your throat. You choked a bit, eyes wide as he forced you back down onto the bed. He rut his cock against your trembling cunt, smearing his precum and your orgasm around, readying you for him as his other hand grabbed at your breasts through your bra. He pulled your left breast from its cup and sucked at your nipple, worrying your rosebud with his teeth and making you cry out as best as you could.

Your head started to swim a bit from the lack of oxygen when he suddenly entered you, splitting you wide open. He let go of your throat and allowed you to basically scream, your nails suddenly biting into his broad shoulders. He groaned loudly, removing his head from your breast only to bury it in the crook of your neck. He slowly sank into you inch by inch, loving the way your sensitive velvet walls stretched and squeezed to accommodate his girth. He openly moaned against your neck, rutting into you like an animal until he filled you entirely. The head of his dick pressed against your cervix snugly, allowing no more of him to fit inside of you. He started slow with his thrusts, trying to get used to how tight you were wrapped around his big dick. Every thrust had you rocking against the bed, utterly at Chris’ mercy.

He started to speed up quickly, forcing a loud whimper from your lips as your poor pussy ached and cried. He couldn’t quite adjust to your cunt squeezing him, moaning loudly as his proud shoulders faltered. His hips started to snap back and forth at a faster pace, nearly ramming into you, dragging his thick head right into that special little bundle of nerves inside of you perfectly.

Chris went back to busying his mouth with your exposed breast. His left hand fisted the sheets beside your head while the other cupped at your face a little roughly, forcing your head to be tilted into the sheets and he lapped at your plump breast. He growled into you, sinking his teeth into your breast as he thrusted deeper into you. You let out a strangled cry, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as you felt another burning sensation right at your core. It was as though your core was dripping with molten iron, ready to forge something big and brazen.

“Chris! I can’t- I’m gonna-”

He cut you off again with another harsh choke, his right hand wrapping around your little neck and squeezing just right to cut off most of your oxygen supply. He felt your pussy twitch and shudder around him. He was going to milk every single one of your orgasms tonight, ride them out, and breed you like the little whore you are.

You came with a choke, veins bulging in your neck as your larynx desperately bobbed. Your lips felt tingly as Chris unlatched his mouth from your breast to steal another kiss from you. He swallowed your cries, licked at the tears that streaked down your cheeks, nipped at what was exposed of your neck. He snarled against your sweaty skin as you came around his dick, biting deeply into the muscle of your shoulder forcing a strangled cry from you once more.

He unwrapped his hand from your throat again, driving himself nearly balls deep inside of you as he licked upwards from your breast to under your jaw.

“Who’s are you?” he snarled in your ear.

“Y-Yours!” you whimpered back quickly.

Your head was swimming, vision hazy and body feeling as though your nerves were made up of static.

You suddenly found yourself empty, whining at his missing cock until he suddenly flipped you over onto your stomach. You gasped, clutching at the sheets as Chris’ hands suddenly seized at your hips and forced your ass up. You weakly grabbed at the bed, unable to prop yourself up on your elbows.

Chris delivered a hard smack across your asscheeks, however. The spank resonated through the room and had you howling like a bitch in heat. He reached down and snagged a hand in your hair once again, pulling your head up just enough for a bit of pain to shoot down your spine right into your leaking cunt. You openly cried and whimpered, knees shaking and your ass throbbing.

“Wrong answer!” he snarled through clenched teeth. “I asked who you belong to.”

“Y-You! Chris! I belong to y-you!”

He delivered another harsh spank against your behind. You howled in pain and ecstasy again, attempting to bury your head in the rumpled sheets now covered in sweat but the hand locked in your hair didn’t allow for that.

“Wrong again, angel.” The use of the pet name made your cunt clench on air. “Who’s bitch are you? Who do you belong to?”

“You! A-Alpha! You!” you moaned like it was a prayer. “I belong to you, Alpha!”

Upon hearing those words, Chris sheathed himself back into you, going as deep as he could before your cervix blocked him off. He openly groaned, mouth hanging open as he groaned and cursed. He settled his hips back into the same motion, snapping back and forth, fucking you senseless, keeping your ass and hips suspended in the air like the submissive bitch you are. His heavy balls smacked against your ass that was still throbbing from his spankings, he had finally relinquished his hold on your hair to grab at your hips with both hands. His nails bit into your soft skin, he openly praised you, pressed kisses up along your spine.

“You’re mine, you hear that?” he snarled in your ear once again. “Your cunt, your womb, you’re all mine.” He nipped at your earlobe and nosed your hair. You could barely hear him over your own heart beating so quickly against your skin. Chris lapped at the back of your neck, nosing your hair off to one side and he bit into your pulse point. “I’m gonna fill you up and you’re gonna take every last drop, you hear me?” His voice was dangerously low. His fingers snagged your hair again as his other gave you a firm spank when you didn’t respond fast enough. He smirked darkly at your short cry. “I’m gonna fill that tight little womb of yours up so well you’ll be bred well and good by the end of the night. Wouldn’t you like that?”

“Yes!” you moaned like a whore.

“Moaning like a slut,” he snapped, spanking you again. He loved how you jumped when his large hand connected with the fine curve of your ass. “You’re my slut, aren’t you? You’re gonna be my knocked up slut after tonight, you know that?” Hearing his words made your cunt gush and throb and tighten. Your womb never felt so ready to be filled. “I’m gonna fuck you over and over and over until I know you’re well and bred like the bitch in heat you are.”

“A-Alpha-”

He spanked you again, enjoying your cries. Fresh tears fell from your eyes and the sheets greedily absorbed them as they fell.

“I can’t wait to get you pregnant.” The hand that was in your hand trailed down to your belly and lovingly stroked it. “Wouldn’t you like that? Being all swollen and fat with my kid? Letting everyone here know that I bred you like a whore? Just the thought of it- Ah, fuck!” Chris hissed as you felt him twitch cautiously inside of you.. His thrusts faltered a bit, growing sloppy as he continued to pile drive near balls deep inside of you. He reached his hand down to your dripping cunt and rubbed you vigorously for a moment, coaxing you to climax quickly. “I’m not stopping until it takes.”

“Alpha, p-please! I need it! I need you!”

Chris was losing himself. He teetered on the edge of release, attempting to draw it out just a bit more. Your sudden climax nearly made him spill into your waiting womb, your walls convulsing around him as he withdrew his fingers. He brought them up to taste you, all sweet and savory with a bit of his salty cum to mix. It tasted like heaven. He brought his hand down to your back, fingers snapping your bra behind your back. He could just imagine you all pregnant and pretty like a picture, tummy all big and swollen, breasts heavy with milk he’d want to try.

“You’re mine! You’re my submissive little cumdump! Do you hear me?”

“Yours! All yours!” you mewled weakly.

Chris found himself cumming inside of you. Abs tensing, back aching and seizing, his cock pumped his hot and milky seed deep inside of you. He came with a roar, head thrown back as he buried himself as deep as he could go. It felt like a massive pressure valve had been opened inside of him, allowing him to flood your womb all full and tight of his seed. You groaned, eyes fluttering and rolling back a bit at how full you really felt. Your cunt squeezed at him, milking him for everything he could give you.

After what felt like hours but really were just minutes, you felt Chris pull out of you. Expecting him to be calm, you relaxed your body and took deep breaths only to get a rude awakening. Chris had flipped you over onto your back once more and dragged your ass back over the edge. Before you could protest, Chris had snagged your ankles and brought them up close to your head, spreading your wide and forcing your knees against your chest. You moaned, tears streaming down your cheeks at the stretch as he folded you into a mating press. There was a dark and very hungry look in Chris’ eyes and you noticed he was still hard as a rock.

“I wasn’t lying when I said I’m gonna breed you all night, angel.”

His dick plunged back into your weeping cunt, causing you to only see white.

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