#i just don’t understand why they don’t push their patreon more or join something like nebula

[thestamp3d3]

bro im so mad about the watcher announcement bc yeah 5 bucks a month isn’t a lot but THEY ONLY MAKE LIKE 1 VIDEO A WEEK!!!

[bullet-prooflove]

I write my name with lipstick on your chest for Coonor Rhodes please?

Tagging: @kmc1989 @cosmic-psychickitty @nervousfandom @shadyhologrambanana @rosaliedepp

Companion piece to:

Love You Well - Connor could love you well, if you’d let him. 

There’s always been a dispute between you and Connor about your ability to commit. He’s ready to go the distance, to belong you entirely but you aren’t there yet. You barely spend more than a couple of hours in his bed when you are together because you can’t stand the idea of being tied down and Connor doesn’t push the issue because he knows your history.

“I could love you so well.” He whispers against your lips one night when he’s fucking you. “You just need to let me.”

You don’t say anything in response to his words, you kiss him instead and it gets a little wild after that because all of his frustration bleeds into the act. He keeps you on the edge for hours because it’s the only way he can make you understand just how deeply he cares.

When he wakes up the next morning it’s to the scent of your perfume clinging to his sheets and an empty bed.

Rome wasn’t built in a day, he reminds himself as he heads into the bathroom to start his day.

It’s only as he’s waiting for the shower to heat up that he sees the reflection in the mirror and realises you’ve written something in lipstick on his chest. His fingertips trace over the space where his heart resides and the edges of his mouth turn up into a smile.

Mine, you’ve written.

It’s the closest thing to ‘I love you’ you’ve ever said.

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[novaviis]

Hard Truths

Watercolour Series.

Words: 9.6k Status: Complete Rating: Teen and Up Relationship: Dick Grayson/Wally West

Summary:  The Team is captured and interrogated by Dr. Hugo Strange, under the influence of a powerful Truth Serum. They only have to bide their time before they can make their escape – but they soon find that it’s more than enough time for Strange to get the answers he wants out of them.

Particularly the answers he wants out of one bird.

Excerpt:

Strange clasped his hands behind his back and began to pace the inside of the circle. “I was extremely disturbed by the Justice League’s use of children for their covert operations - yes, I know all about your little team,” he waved a hand, presuming their indignation and too absorbed in his own thoughts to notice that they showed none. “Bad enough was the fact that these ‘Heroes’ insisted on training child soldiers to follow them into battle, but this is just...” Strange clicked his tongue and shook his head. He clapped his hands together twice and the door opened again. A man in an orange jumpsuit with an inhibitor collar around his neck entered, pushing a rattling metal cart that screeched on every other turn of its wobbly wheel, two more men in identical jumpsuits and collars entered behind him, taking places behind Artemis and Wally. The first inmate pushed the collar in front of Strange, and moved to stand behind Dick. “Incorrigible,” Strange concluded.

The three Belle Reve inmates at once reached out and yanked off Artemis, Wally, and Dick’s masks - or at least attempted too. Artemis and Wally’s masks came off without much fuss, Artemis’ detached style falling to the floor while Wally’s spooled on the back of his neck where it attached to his suit. Dick’s would-be unmasker barely touched his domino mask before a massive voltage of electricity shot out and shocked his arm. The inmate retracted his hand with a scream, clutching at the burn marks scorching up his arm, his fingers seized in a grotesque claw that his muscles couldn’t let go of.

Dick, unaffected by the shock, merely grinned back at the poor sucker. “Ah, ah, ah,” he shook his head in admonishment. “No peeking.”

“Stop whining ,” Strange hissed at the agonized henchman. He waved his hand to the other two, and they each took him under his arm and dragged him out of the room, the solid metal door screeching shut behind them. Strange glared down at Robin, who only smiled sweetly back at him. “Those three were out helping me on Good Behaviour,” he huffed. “Do you think that’s any way to promote their reintegration to society?”

“Probably not,” Dick shrugged. “But I’m going to go out on a limb and say your methods aren’t exactly board certified.”

Strange’s lip curled. “No matter,” he sighed as he turned toward the cart left behind. On the surface sat a metal tray and eight syringes. “We don’t have too much time before your mentors arrive, and I plan to be long gone by then, I’m sure you understand. With the time we do have, I’d like to ask you a few questions about yourselves. Really get to the root of the interpersonal issues that brought you into such a dangerous lifestyle. We’ll take an open circle approach, so you can share with your teammates.” The whole cart reeked of astringent. At least he had the courtesy to use proper hygiene. Strange lifted one of the syringes into the light, tapped the barrel, and pushed the plunger until a short burst of clear liquid was forced out of the needle. “Now, I believe that honesty is the best policy. That’s why I am going to give you a little something to help you release those inhibitions.”

*chanting* Truth Serum Fic, Truth Serum Fic, Truth Serum Fic

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Humans are weird: Theological Debates

( Don’t forget to come see my on my new patreon and support me for early access to stories and personal story requests :D https://www.patreon.com/NiqhtLord ) Alien: Thank you for joining us tonight.

Alien: I’m joined this evening by my guest speaker Professor Joseph Mittel, a teacher at the University of Fogus III and one of the leading human scientists in this region of space.

Alien: Thanks for joining us tonight Mr. Mittel.

Joseph: Happy to be here; and please, call me Joseph.

Alien: Very well.

Alien: Rather than skirting around the main issue to have come up in recent months I feel it’s best for us to address it head on.

Human: What problem is that?

Alien: In your most recent novel you claim that once lifeforms become advanced enough they might as well be considered gods.

Human: That’s correct.

Alien: You’ve received considerable backlash from that statement.

Human: I can’t say I’m surprised by it.

Alien: You sound almost like you were expecting this.

Human: There are people who are deeply spiritual and no doubt felt the notion of living beings surpassing their divine creators an insulting, if not heretical notion.

Alien: Can you expand on your theory that advanced lifeforms can be considered gods?

Human: Of course.

Human: First off, when you think of a god what is the first thing to come to mind?

Alien: You’re asking me?

Human: Well I’d ask the audience but they’re all holograms.

Alien: Well, personally, when I think of a god like being I think powerful.

Human: Exactly; and why wouldn’t you?

Human: Gods can create life and destroy it on a whim, create world with a flick of their hands, etc.

Human: Now think of what, say, humans can do.

Alien: Are you comparing humans to gods?

Human: We certainly have a few people who consider themselves already.

Alien: Certainly that is a bit brazen to a degree.

Human: Agreed, but we do share many similarities.

Human: We have created some of the most advanced ai the galaxy has seen.

Alien: Which has drawn heavy criticism for potentially endangering all organic life.

Human: Yet it can learn, understand, comprehend its own actions and adapt accordingly.

Alien: They are still just machines though, not actual life.

Human: If free will and reasoning does not count as life what would you consider?

Alien: That’s getting off topic.

Human:  Fine, how about we move on to destruction then.

Human: As many know we have the ability to wipe entire cities off the faces of planets with a single push of a button.

Alien: What kind of god would be so unnecessarily violent?

Human: Every god.

Alien: I was being serious.

Human: So was I.

Human: Every god in recorded history has had committed acts of sheer barbarism many find it hard to believe.

Human: Many argue that something isn’t a god unless it possesses enough power to perform such actions.

Alien:   I can see why so many find your ideas so controversial.

Human: Not as controversial as you might think when you look into it more.

Human: People just don’t like to look into the mirror and see the truth.

Human: When any people reach a point in their evolution were the wonders of the universe become mere child’s play for them then they must come to the realization that they have no more need to follow fictional gods.

Human: They have become what they once worshipped, and now endeavor to become something even greater.

Alien: What could possibly come after a god?

Human: I don’t know.

Human: But I’m excited to find out.

[joshslater]

Appointments

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I can understand why they don't trust people here, a lot of them are real criminals after all, but it still feels a bit humiliating to down the crushed pill and empty the entire glass of water while the nurse is watching. I have to show up fifteen minutes before the scheduled appointment to take the first drug, whatever it is, and then sit down and wait for it to take effect. The fifteen minutes doesn't even count towards the reserved time. It's three times a week, Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, up to three hours each, for four months. That's the sentence to stay out of jail. Miss an appointment, straight to jail. Don't comply with the treatment, straight to jail. Still a pretty good deal. Nine hours per week I don't have any control over, or ten hours if you count this sitting and waiting bullshit, compared to all hours all the time in jail.

I have no idea what the pill is for. Some sort of sedative I'm sure, because I always feel a bit dull and agreeable after. I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have followed all the doctor's instructions so readily if I wasn't drugged somehow, at least not the first few times. Now it is kind of a routine.

I show up, take the drug, and wait a bit. Then she shows up and asks me to join her in one of the procedure rooms. She tells me to remove my shoes, jeans, and underwear and place myself on the chair. It's not really a chair. It's like a Z-shaped thing where you place your legs on the padded lower bars so you are kneeling, and then bend forward so your upper body is flat with the top with your head looking down on the floor past the edge of the padded top surface.

She walks behind me and asks if I'm comfortable. Not really. It's demeaning to sit there and expose my ass to her, legs apart, but I guess that is the point of this therapy. How it will address my supposed anger issues is beyond me. Better than jail though. When I tell her I am she secures my hands down by my hip with straps and then proceeds to strap my legs in place by securing my ankles. She says it is for my own safety, so I don't fall off. It's probably bullshit, but she is right in it's not very secure, but tricky enough to wiggle out of. Not that I have tried. She then tips the entire thing forwards. I had a bit of a scare the first time and audibly gasped as I thought I was about to crash face first into the floor with arms and legs tied. Turned out it's just a secondary position of the thing, positioning my ass up in the air.

"Are you comfortable?" she asks again, every time. Again I say I am, strapped to chair, face almost touching the floor, my naked ass high and exposed. She then slowly inserts something into my asshole. It doesn't go that far in, but feels heavy and has some wires or tubes going to it that I can feel draping my leg. It enters easily. I don't know if it is the same device as the first time, but I wouldn't be surprised if they have been scaling up the size slowly. All I can do is look down the floor while she sets me up and then starts the machine.

Just before leaving the room there is a little pinch in the ass as she injects something in my butt cheek. Then she leaves, promising to be back once it has run its program, never explaining what "it" or "the program" is. The first minutes I feel nothing. Then there is movement, though different between appointments. It can expand in width, it can penetrate deeper, it can vibrate, it can rotate, it can change temperature. It often runs through a series of configurations.

I don't know which of the drugs, if any of them, is making me horny but it doesn't take long until I can hear the soft tapping of precum dripping into the metal tray at the bottom of the chair. It's pointless to try to stay alert. You're stuck in the chair for hours with nothing else than looking at the floor and listening to the hum of the machine and the drip of body fluids. You can just as well close your eyes and let yourself drift away in machine-induced bliss.

It's affecting me for sure. The Monday session is the one I'm craving the most. I start getting anxious already Sunday afternoon, feeling like something is missing. So far I've resisted the temptation to buy a vibrator and explore my ass on my own time, but there is little else I can think of on Mondays before the appointment.

It always feels like no time at all has passed, certainly like too little time has passed, when she comes back into the room and gloves up. I'm just zoned out like a stoner and sometimes don't notice her until she removes the thing from my ass. She then proceeds to unlock the dick cage from my dick and balls. Given my horny bliss the dick will shoot up like a bamboo rod. She has some sort of wand that feels pretty thin that she then puts into the ass right up to the prostate. It never takes many seconds of vibrations for me to shoot a load. It feels like they are bigger than ever before. I'm certainly pulsing more times than before, like 6-10 ropes.

She then washes my butt, dick, and balls, and massage them with some sort of cream. Perhaps different ones. Then she picks up a new, probably sterilized, dick cage and locks everything up. She tilts the chair back up again and asks if everything is OK before undoing the straps holding me in place. I answer that everything is OK, but that really undersells it. I'm like a stoner in a post-orgasm haze for at least ten minutes. Then she reminds me to put on my underwear, pants, and shoes before leaving and reminds me of the next appointment two or three days later.

"You're next," she tells me from the other side of the waiting room, interrupting my read of top sexiest men on Love Island list from Cosmopolitan. The selection of magazines is rather limited. "Afternoon," I reply, putting away the magazines and walking towards the door.

"How was the weekend?" "Hot, as you well know. I didn't do much." I don't tell her I was spending all of Sunday considering pushing blunt objects up my ass to relieve myself. "It doesn't invite to activities, does it? Go ahead and make yourself comfortable."

In a now well-practiced routine I kick off my shoes, take off my jeans, fold them and place them on the chair just inside the door, remove my boxers, and put them on top of the jeans. Then I kneel in place on the procedure chair and give my dick cage a quick jiggle. Nothing worse than being strapped to some medical equipment and having your scrotum pinched. Then I bend forward over the shelf, and position my arms back, along the sides of my body.

As always before the doctor secures my arms and legs, and tips the entire contraption forward.

"Are you comfortable like this?" "Yes."

She then deviates from normal procedure by wiping down my ass with some sort of wet wipes and then inserts the automatic douche. I can feel liquid being pushed in and sucked out of my ass a few times, after which she removes the equipment and leaves the room. I'm starting to become anxious. This is the longest I've been in two months without anything vibrating in my ass. I try to flex my butt cheeks to no success.

After way too long someone enters the room again. "Good afternoon, I'm James." I can only move my head a little and can't see much more than a pair of sneakers and the lower part of sweatpants.

"Hi."

He rifles through some papers.

"I understand you've been under this treatment for two months now, correct?" "Yes." The whole thing feels absurd. Whoever this dude is, he's talking to my exposed ass. "So you now have a fully developed prostate massage addiction?" "What? No!" "No? So, you would prefer to be released and go home now?"

No, I need my treatment, but that is totally different.

"No. You have to do what you normally do." "You want me to massage your prostate?" "Yes! Or whatever is normally done."

I can hear the snap of a rubber glove and within seconds a finger is with ease pushing into my ass. He is probing around carefully and deliberately. I want to move my butt to get it deeper, to have it flick across my prostate, but I'm too tied down. He fumbles around like that for minutes.

"You need to get in deeper," I say almost desperately. "I'm sorry my fingers are only so long," he says, continuing with his ineffectual rummaging. And after a few seconds, like he was carefully considering it, "My dick is longer, though. I can use that if you like." "Funny," I say, dismissing his joke.

While he continues doing what I must now assume to be deliberately the wrong thing, the thought continues to linger in my mind. Would it really be a big difference between having another man's fingers or his dick up my ass. Yes! Yes, I decide. But why? This is covered by patient confidentiality, right? HIPPA or HIIPA or HIPAA or whatever. No one has to know.

"What if you did?" "What if I did what?" He was forcing me to say it. "What if you did use your dick instead?" "Would you like me to?"

He must be right. I must be addicted to prostate massage. Why the fuck that happened is a later question. I feel like a soda bottle being lazily shaken by someone. I need to be unscrewed.

"Yes. Yes!"

He pulls out his finger and I can hear the sound of latex, him fiddling with his pants, and then without warning feel something thick and warm moving up inside me. I have a slight shiver as it moves past my prostate and further in. It sure is longer than his fingers all right. I can feel the warmth of his body as it touches against my butt cheeks when he finally gets balls deep. He stops there, leans over me, and asks "Are you comfortable like this?"

"Yes," I say automatically before realizing I really am.

[hitoshisbabygirl]

Author's Notes ♡: Hi there hey! Welcome back to another collab piece!! This round I try to have him in his pro hero line of work and being his usual soft and caring self. It’s a bit soft but also heated at the end sooo, I love making a softer Kiri so enjoy!! I hope I did this justice~ bunny ❥

Warnings : NSFW again! (◎_◎;)

A use of pet names like twice, if you squint you’ll see a bit size kink and Soft Dom Kiri, fingering, Light cursing, pussy job, Kiri is a soft but huge lover

Word count : About 3.3k!

Paring(s) : Pro hero!Eijiro Kirishima x F!Reader

Summary : Kirishima was used to saving people, and having the joy that comes with it and completing his job, so what happens when he falls for the girl that is his main link to a case?

Enjoy ♡

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Kirishima knew taking this mission with Fatgum would be one of their more challenging ones : A drug ring filtered out throughout a high end hotel with an escort and stripping service. Supposedly they'd traffic with the girls, under trays of food or other masked ways. The menus were keys to what each drug was, and each service was a different type of delivery. They were so close , so very close to understanding what was happening but...they also hit a bump. Most of the investigation was focused on the owner of the hotel but they soon found out that they were barking up the wrong tree. The owner of the hotel wasn't who controlled the flux in the drug ring but a patreon, a wealthy real estate manager for a mob. Sighing, Kirishima rubbed his face, glancing at Fatgum who was writing like a madman at the desk in their jointed room “Hey Taishiro..” Kirishima called as the blonde let out a hum,still jotting notes “We have that other lead right? Uh..” He started as he flipped through his own notes, running over a name “Peaches, the cage dancer?” “Yeah what about her?” Fatgum said as he looked to his red haired subordinate “Why don't we see if we can find her? She should be working tonight right? The other dancer said she only comes in on certain days, and she seems tied to Mr.N'' He siad as Fatgum joined him at his side , reading over his notes “Yeah! If we're lucky we’ll find some more about our lovely friend here”

And with that they headed downstairs and to the giant double door, the sound of thumping music seeping through the crack “Well Red, let's head in yeah?” Taishiro said as Kirishima followed behind. He knew undercover work was difficult, and it didn't help that both had to disguise their identities to the best they could : Fatgum and him both using colored hair spray to hide their hair colors. Taishiro opted to stay in his smaller form more often and wore clothes that were more fancy while under the name “Yuri”. Kirishima on the other hand was his makeshift “Bodyguard” , opting for all black looks and tended to hide his mouth with a black mask, going by the simple nickname “J”. The purpose was for Fatgum to look like another high end boss with security , and that's how it was. As the two entered they were greeted with half dressed to bare women with only covers asking them what they needed or wanted , some handing them drinks and allowing them to wander. The lights were bright and strobing , almost too much to the sober person, so the intoxicated had to be worse. Heading to the back they passed through a curtain into the higher end of things. Men with people at their hips, smoking cigars and watching as more dancers did their usuals, money being handed over , thrown and placed on their person. “Alright how about we split up, il take this seat, see if you can find the cage dancers” Fatgum said as he sat to an approaching girl, the women threw herself to his lap as Kirishima sighed watching him start up as he saw a red light behind another side curtain. Catching his attention Kirishima walked forward, into a darker room with a string of red lights illuminating a cage-like stage. Before he could get far a man stopped him

“Excuse me sir do you have a reservation with Peaches?” Bingo. He found her “Uh no sorry i don't , i didn't know i needed one for her '' He said shyly as the man looked up to him before sighing “Well, then sir i can't help you” Sighing Kirishima looked at the stage again when he saw one of the most beautiful sights he could see. A woman, covered in a red and black piece popped into the stage “Whats the issue Moby?” The women said as her eyes widened to the tall male in her usual empty room “Ah nothing miss Peaches, this guy i guess thought he'd get a show” The security said as the girl still looked to him and smiled waving him in “He does now, put him on my list yeah?” She said as the security stuttered , letting the towering man past “Ah miss, is it okay if my friend comes along as well? He went to a different stage but he would be meeting back up with me” He admitted as th e woman strolled to him , pressing a hand to the cage “He can come too, tell Moby to put him on the list sweetheart” She said before walking away, yelling to the security “Put his friend on the too!”

Soon Fatgum came into the room with him, sitting beside him as more paterons surrounded the stage “the other dont know them, it seems our girl is the one were with now” He whispered as they all looked up to the stage , the setting being set for the act who was coming out. If the hush whispers were anything he knew the girl they were waiting for would be something great.

All of a sudden Kiri could feel his heart in his throat, the woman he had spoken to came out , still dress the same as she waved to the whistling people below, goting to her pole with a jump and started spinning effortlessly, the sight was absolutely stunning ; he'd never seen such a beautiful display before. No one told him that stripping was a form of art, no matter how people tried to look down on it, this was art to him. He now knew why she was so sought after, the grace she had as she moved closer to him through the cage made his heart unironically thump and all of a sudden the throb in his chest moved to between his legs , an embarrassment he wish he wouldn't admit outright until a shove on the arm from his senior “Its alright, i think she likes you” Fatgum whispered as Kirishima looked up, seeing in fact that her eyes were glued to him.

Moving to the front she leaned against it, eyes locked on him as she beckoned him closer, the desperate others trying to reach for her as she smirked , reaching to Kirishima “Why dont you cmre big boy” She said as they whooped and hollered , all smacking him in the back as he gave fatgum a wide eyed look, the hidden blonde, giving him a thumbs up. “U-uhm I-” Before he could say much she tapped the cage , pointing to Kirishima as the security took him around to the opening “You're a lucky guy ; its rare she does a lap dance with fresh faces” The guy said, confusing the hidden redhead “How's that?” He ask “Well whoever spends the most on her usually just gets a leg tap or such, a lapdance is the highest thing she'll do with a crowd” He said before giving him a chair and opening her door “Have fun, she might spoil ya” And withthst he was face to face with the beauty. Walking up to Kirishima she gave him a smile, her smaller hand running over his chest before she took the chair from him , sitting it in the red light. “What should i call you cutie” She whispered before he felt the knot in his stomach tighten again “ Uh..how about..Jay..” He whispered back as she pushed him lightly into the chair “Well then Jay, ill give you a nice show hm?” she giggled, before moving into his lap. Kiri felt himself freeze , she smelt very good, and was too close for comfort. She was warm, and the way she looked at him made him feel like a highschooler all over again “C-can i touch you sweetheart?” He whispered as she settled , her eyes wide as she buried her face in his neck “A real gentlemen, I knew it was a good idea to trust you.

Go right ahead cutie, be gentle with me” she answered as she started to rock, rolling her hips with the thumping of her music. Slowly he put his own hand on her waist, following her constant moving as the group below yelled, telling him to do more or for her to strip even more. He felt her get close to his face before their noses touched, the heat in his chest blooming more as she pulled away. Feeling brave he gripped her hips, pulling her closer and with a gasp her arms moved back to his chest , the two in their own world before realizing there were eyes on them both still. Slowly she crawled down his lap, eyes on his as she ran her hand back on his thighs , her face on his lap as they screamed for more before the curtain dropped, covering them and the guys outside of it begged for more. Sitting back on her legs and letting kirishima catch his breath he held a hand to her , helping her up “T-Thank you for the show Miss Peaches , I feel honored“ Kirishima said as she blinked, before feeling her body heat up “O-Oh uhm why thank you for thanking me, i don't get much appreciation, and most would want your place. I….felt drawn to you so” She admitted before giving him a look “OH and you can call me [ ], but try not to around patreons, they'd be upset they don't know yet and i just told some newbie” [ ] teased as he laughed , agreeing “Yeah definitely. I hope to see you uh, more often” He said before he could stop himself, giving her the same shocked look her face had “I guess you're who've been asking for me.

Here, I'll give you my number and you tell me whenever you need something” She said, holding her hand out for his phone. Fumbling he took his phone out, taking her number in his phone as they walked to her dressing room. Shyly [ ] looked up at the tall boy who insisted on walking her back to her room. Standing ther awkwardly he gave her a shy look back “Uh i know this is random but when is your next show? I love how beautiful you look and i'd...wished to be able to..i'm not sure what id want to do being there” Starting to ramble he laughed and rubbed his head before [ ] grabbed his hands “Hey that's fine, i'll come around more often if you're around i feel safe with my new shield” She teased.

And thats how it was for a few weeks, them seeing her every day she danced and her even coming to see them on her off hours. Kirishima explained why they were really there and it made her heart happy to see change. She decided to help them, giving more information to them, helping them along with their case as it started to close. Before long Kirishima and [ ] had gotten closer, the two of them growing to love the others attention , so much so Fat gum called them out for it “Yknow, when this goes down, you should get [ ] to follow us , she's quite smart , and she could do wonderfully as a partner. She would benefit better from a safe environment” Fatgum said one day while they were finishing their report “Ya think? I do care for her, and I can't stand her coming over and crying about the abuse…...but i dunno what if she doesnt like me like that…”

Kirishima whispered as he felt a hand smack him on the shoulder “Ask her. Can't hurt to ask right? And the way you both give eachother puppy eyes even when she's on stage i'm pretty sure she likes you the same way you like her.” He teased as the red head beside him sighed, hearing a knock at their door. Opening it he was face to face with the girl in question, [ ]. Her eyes glowed as she came in, greeting the two males in front of her. “Hey guys! How's everything going?” She said as she sat on the edge of one of the beds in the room , dressed more casually which made them both have a sense of joy “Ah well we should be arresting him tomorrow once he gets here, I know you work tomorrow night so ill have Kiri be with you, he’ll make sure everything runs smoothly , we’ll all go back to the headquarters and regroup okay?” Fatgum finished as [ ] shook her head, agreeing with the plans as she sighed “I'm nervous but it needs to be done... I , well all of us can't take this anymore...constantly being in fear all the time yknow?” she sighed as she laid back, a comfortable silence falling between them as they all laid around the room “Uhm [ ] can I ask you something?”

Kirishima said as she hummed, cracking an eye open to look at him. Knowing what was to come Fatgum gave him a thumbs up before claiming he had a call to go investigate downstairs, leaving the two of them together. “[ ] I cant stand you in pain...I dunno what i can do for you but...please, let me help you out , come with me , with us. I want you to be happy y'know and ive enjoyed every second we’ve had together..maybe im being selfish, or maybe its silly but...I” Trailing off he looked up to [ ] giving him soft puppy like eyes. Reaching out she placed her hand on his , rubbing her thumb on the back of his hand as she took in a breath to start her own comment back “Kiri...Ejirou, I care about you, so so very much, I wouldn't want to be a burden to you, but I'd love to go with you. Question is , is tit the both of you who want me around or a certain red head who cant take his eyes off of me” She teased as the color in his face flushed to his ears , stuttering as [ ] laughed “Its okay Kiri, Fatgum told me too, that we both care so much for eachother and should admit it, its why im here now actually” [ ] said as she meekly met his wide eyes, not fully thinking he understood her “W-wait say that again?” Kirishima croaked, meeting her gaze as she smiled , tracing his hand that sat beside her leg. Before he could stop himself he tackled her to the bed , pushing his lips against hers. With a gasp she kissed him back, wrapping her hands around his neck as they laid there, sealing their promise to eachother with a kiss. Soon, Kirishima pulled away, but not before tugging her bottom lip in his mouth. Gently he placed his hands beside her face, looking into her [ ] colored eyes, his heart fluttering once more as he kissed her forehead “Im sorry [ ] i just couldnt help it… Uhm am I moving too fast? I can definitely wait until youre ready” He spoke out as the girl under him sat up, gripping his cheeks “Kiri, honey ive waited for us to confess and now youve gotten me riled up, take good care of me yeah? Later on we can be more intimate but for now..I need you” She said, seeing he way the red heads eyes darkened at her comment “Then let me tak good care of you my love”

And with that he slide a large hand down between her thighs, rubbing at a wet patch forming against her panties as he pushed passed them, entering her with teo plump fingers “I gotta get you to relax, i wont fit if youre this tight” Whispering in her ear he picked up the pace, kissing right under her pulse as [ ] sucked in a breath, grabbing onto a strong arm “K-kiri I-” Shushing her , Kirishima leaned over to kiss her lips, speeding up his fingers as he felt her drip between them “Cum for me sweetheart, let me open you right up” He begged. Feeling her stomach tense at his choice words [ ] whimpered, her high hitting her as the sound of him pumping her though it echoed throughout the room. Pulling his hand out from her fluttering pussy and short he smirked, licking her orgasm from his fingers. Giving her a lopsided smile he spoke ‘Cant wait to eat you out..but thatll have to wait. I need to be in you” Sittin up from her Kirishima pulled his shirt off and with a toss threw it uncerimosily into a corner, as well as his pants and her clothes. [ ] couldnt help biting her lip as she saw the bulge under his boxers, a spot of precum at the tip as he palmed himself before pulling them off slowly, the red tip smacking his stomach

“ Like what you see?” He teased as he ran the tip between her sopping folds, a gasp as soft ‘Yes’ falling from her lips “Ill be gentle okay? If its too much tell me, alright?” he said as [ ] agreed , opening her legs more as he started to rub around her clit, catching it with his swollen head. In a trance he kep that up, bucking between her lips as it started to make them both sticky and hot. Soon she couldnt take it anymore, grabbing his hand as she pleaded with him “Please Kiri, put it in already, I can take it” Letting her words sink in he smiled before flipping her to her stomach, pressing his tip against her wet hole “Hold on to something then” was his last warning before pushing in, his tip sliding by with ease as the smaller girl under him moaned, arching her back to take more in his first push. Slowly he kep rocking his hips, pushing more and more in before finally bottoming out, a satisfied groan spilling from both parties lips. Leaning down to her neck Kirishima bit down gently before picking up his pace, holding her hips in place as [ ] whined , reaching back for a hand “W-wait please its too much” She whined as he slowed his hips only a bit , feeling her clench over his own thick member “Youre close again...is me pounding you from behind too much” He cooed, biting a new post on her neck as he sped up again, making the girl squeal “I-i dont wanna cum yet! I dont w-want it to end” She spilled out as she felt the knot in her stomach return, warming her lower body as he kept up his pace, sliding a hand to go between her legs as he searched for her nub, tracing it as he drilled in her from behind. Too quickly [ ] felt it snap, the little bit of control over her rapid orgasm faulting as she came overhim, grabbing the hand on her hip as she weakly rocked back “Thatta girl, keep going you got it...fuck im close too, where d-do you wnat me to cum” He asked as his own hips got sloppy but never slowing down, in fact they picked up more pace as he chased his own high “Im on the pill, please fill me up baby, Eijirou i need you to fill me up” [ ] pleaded. Hearing his name unexpectedly was his demise. He felt himself quiver as thick ropes of cum spilled from hsi tip inside of her spasming and warm walls, a low growl falling from his lips as he rocked the last of his oragsm out, small ‘Thank yous’ and ‘I love you’ falling from his lips. With care he wrapped his arms around her torso, holding her to his chest as he pulled them sideways “Well...i didnt expect the night to go like this” [ ] giggled as Kirishima kissed her shoulder before agreeing “I don mind it...but I meant it...i didnt just use you fro sex or anything..”He said again as she hummed, kissing the hand the laid on her chest “I know...i meant it too..” As the comfortable silence filled the room [ ] felt something hot stir her again. Looking down she could see Kirishima getting hard again> Before she could say anything he spoke “Whenever youre ready, I could go for another round sweetheart” Slightly pushing her hips back [ ] knew she was in for a long night

[silverynight]

A sweet scent

This time is Kocho who gives them specific instructions to get to the next location. At first Tanjirou thinks this is another mission (poor Zenitsu is already shivering at the possibility) but then the insect hashira tells them the place is an onsen.

"Is a demon there?" Tanjirou asks, narrowing his eyes in confusion. Why would a demon end up in a place like that?

However, Kocho chuckles as she shakes her head.

"No. I just think you deserve to take a break for once," she tells them, to Zenitsu's relief and Inosuke's irritation. "That place is beautiful, perfect to relax. Also, it's owned by a wisteria family so they'll let you stay for a couple of days for free."

"Thank you, Kocho-san!" Tanjirou bows, instructing Zenitsu and Inosuke to do exactly the same.

"Also, there's a surprise for you there!" Kocho winks at Tanjirou, making him look back in confusion. "Well... Maybe you'll be the surprise."

Feeling even more puzzled now, Tanjirou decides not to ask and secures the wooden box on his back before saying goodbye.

***

The woman that greets them at the entrance recognizes their uniforms immediately and leads them inside. Tanjirou feels overwhelmed by the soft purple light that comes from the wisteria trees. He lets himself relax as he puts the wooden box in one of the rooms.

"You can take a bath while I make something to eat," a man offers them. "One of your fellow slayers is already there."

Tanjirou wonders if he knows them or not as he decides to leave Nezuko in her box. It has an outdoor bathing facility and it's early so she'll be safer inside.

When the three of them arrive however, towels wrapped around their waists, Tanjirou grins from ear to ear as he recognizes that long, black hair.

"Tomioka-san!"

He's already inside so the only thing Tanjirou can see is his face and his shoulders as he suddenly snaps his head in his direction.

"Tanjirou!" Tomioka utters, eyes opening wide; it's honestly refreshing to see any kind of emotion on his face, even if it's just surprise.

Behind him, Zenitsu bows at the water hashira before being pushed into the water by Inosuke; they both start arguing quickly.

Tanjirou can hear the splashes as he takes off his towel slowly and gets inside while he apologizes on behalf of them to the Pillar.

However, Tomioka looks away from him so quickly, that Tanjirou worries for a moment he might have hurt his neck by doing so. His cheeks are slightly pink, but that must be because the water is hot.

As Tanjirou approaches, he notices how Tomioka's shoulders lose tension until he looks back at him again. Perhaps he gets even closer than he should, but Tomioka smells so sweet at the moment that Tanjirou can't help himself. He knows the scent is caused by an emotion, but Tanjirou can't figure out which one is at the moment.

Maybe it doesn't matter.

"I heard you were hurt during your last mission," Tomioka mumbles suddenly, eyes roaming all over Tanjirou's face and shoulders as if looking for injuries. "I went to see you but you were unconscious at the moment. I... couldn't stay because I received an urgent message."

He takes a deep breath, looking almost in pain, for moment Tanjirou wonders if he got hurt too. However, he keeps talking.

"I wrote to Shinobu later and although she told me you were doing alright you were not ready to receive visitors yet and insisted I should wait here while you recovered."

It takes Tanjirou a couple of seconds to realize that the water hashira is almost... apologizing for not being there when he woke up.

It's the most he's heard him talk in a while and for some reason it melts his heart.

"I'm fine!" Tanjirou assures him, showing him the scar on his arm. "See, just a scratch!"

Without fully realizing what he's doing, Tomioka takes Tanjirou's arm with one hand and traces the scar with his fingers.

"I should've been there," the water hashira mumbles, frowning. It looks like he's talking (scolding) himself.

The sweet scent becomes stronger and Tanjirou thinks for a moment that it could be the smell of concern, but that doesn't make much sense. He's smelt concern and worry on many people before and it's definitely not sweet.

"Well... I'm fine now and that's all that matters, right?" Tanjirou tries to cheer him up.

Tomioka looks up at him and smiles back; it's a very soft expression, his ocean blue eyes are glimmering like they can't quite hide the storm of emotions inside.

"Yes, that's all that matters."

The way he says it makes Tanjirou's heart jump in a funny way inside his chest, however, Inosuke and Zenitsu's water battle is enough to distract him.

"Please, could you calm down for a couple of seconds? Tomioka-san is here and–"

It looks like they're not even paying attention to him, but suddenly, a glare from the water hashira is all that it takes for them to stop. Even Inosuke respects Tomioka (the Pillar tied him up to a tree once after all).

Finally, Tanjirou enjoys a little bit of peace for once. He turns around, only to realize that Tomioka has been staring at him with a fond expression this whole time.

It makes him feel flustered for a moment. But he relaxes as soon as he starts telling the water hashira everything that happened during his mission.

***

Before joining everyone for lunch, Tanjirou checks on Nezuko again. Fortunately, she's still peacefully asleep in her box so he decides not disturb her.

When he comes back to kneel in front of the table, Tomioka sits right next to him, perhaps closer than usual but Tanjirou doesn't mind. His sweet scent along with the smell of clean, dry clothes makes Tanjirou feel like he's home and nothing bad can happen.

As usual, Inosuke tries to steal some of Tanjirou's food, but he freezes when Tomioka clears his throat and glares at him.

Tanjirou tries not to find it funny, but he chuckles anyway, not noticing the way Tomioka smiles back at him. Zenitsu does though, but he just rolls his eyes at them both.

When they finish and Zenitsu offers to see how Nezuko is doing, Tanjirou gets startled by the feeling of rough fingers encircling his wrist; the touch is very gentle though.

"Can I talk to you for a moment?"

"Of course, Tomioka-san!"

Thinking that it's about training, Tanjirou is a little bit surprised when Tomioka leads him outside and doesn't let go of his hand even after they sit on the ground. The wisteria tree is right above them, lighting everything with blues and purples.

For the first time since he met him, the Pillar looks nervous. He even rubs the back of his own neck, cheeks turning pink as he looks down at Tanjirou.

"I've been thinking... After you finish your training with the other Pillars, would you like to come with me to the water estate?"

"I'd love to! I have always wanted to visit!" Tanjirou says, excited.

Tomioka shakes his head though, the blush spreads down his neck.

"I didn't mean to visit. I meant... to live in. With me. As my... partner."

Partner? The word is not unfamiliar to him, but he doesn't understand what Tomioka is trying to say with it.

"Like an apprentice?"

The water hashira pinches the bridge of his nose, he looks frustrated but somehow amused at the same time.

"More like a husband."

A gasp escapes from his lips as Tanjirou looks up. His face is burning and his heart is pretty much trying to get out of his chest. Suddenly the sweet scent coming from Tomioka makes so much sense now.

It's love, isn't it?

The silence must have lasted more than a couple of minutes because Tomioka's expression turns into sorrow.

"It's alright if you don't feel the same... We can forget I said anything, I–"

Tanjirou kisses him on the lips, it's barely a peck, but it manages to get the message across, judging by the surprise written all over the Pillar's face.

Slowly, Tomioka's lips quirk up into a hopeful smile, his eyes are glimmering.

"Was that a yes?"

Tanjirou nods, chuckling happily before being pulled into a warm embrace. Soft lips kiss his forehead as Tanjirou sighs, content.

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Whisper Drinkers: No More Words

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[pov: anygirl, femdom, undead but sweet, nsfw, hypnosis, fantasy, intelligence reduction, pet play, headpats, leghumping, consensual, but you know maybe don’t actually drain your partner’s thoughts without asking them irl idk you should tell them if you’re a vampire thing that drinks words is all I’m saying]

"U-Um, so, so maybe I'm talking too much," Ami whimpered, as the mysterious woman next to her on the bed reached over, took her by the hand, and began to delicately caress it, running long and slender fingertips over Ami's palm and smiling slyly up at her, "it's just th-that I'm, um, well, see, I've never—never had anyone in my room before, is all."

The raven-haired beauty smiled up at her, hearts dotting her cheeks like freckles, luscious lips parted in a tempestuous pout. Her pretty jewelry caught the room’s rosy light so dazzlingly. So glamorous and glimmery...

Ami squirmed and barely held in a squeak as the woman beamed and scooted a little closer. She reached up and affectionately stroked Ami's cheek.

Then her hand slipped down to tug at the neckline of Ami's modest blouse.

"Oh!" Ami bit her lip, excitement trickling through her almost as fast as the red rushing to her cheeks. "I-I mean, well, see, of course I—" Her voice nearly broke as she felt her hand being guided to the woman's breast, guided to rest there, to gently feel the softness of the woman's skin, such a pretty hue of rosy-pink in the light.

"—it's not my room, of course," she corrected, cheeks burning, wiggling as the woman started undoing buttons on the blouse, undressing her even as she babbled. Why can’t I stop talking? Please, gods, let me stop talking.

"I mean, it is, because—well, I paid f-for the room, it's an inn, obviously. It's just tha—<i>aaaaat</I>—" She practically mewled as she felt her blouse being tugged away, as the woman leaned in even closer, and she breathed in that sweet minty perfume. Oh, fuck, this lady smelled so... so nice...

"Just that," she panted, but her words were scattering to the winds as those soft, luscious, pouty lips settled on her neck and began to kiss slowly, sweetly, indulgently across her skin, "just that, um, I mean, I-I've... I've, um... never..."

She felt a hand on her side, and without thinking, Ami allowed herself to be steered so she could be pushed back onto the bed.

Her head settled onto the pillow, and she was squirming and blushing and whimpering as she now felt the mysterious woman's cool, plush weight on her, pinning her to the bed, as those lips smacked indulgently along her neck and jawline. "... n-never," she whimpered, marveling at the softness of the breast as she squeezed and fondled it, "never... with..."

She trailed off into a moan as those wonderful kisses reached the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulders, as her sensible bra was undone to join the blouse beneath her.

Her head was starting to feel so... so bubbly. So fizzy. She actually giggled as she felt the woman's fingers running through her hair, stroking her with the utmost gentleness. "Oh, um, g-gosh," she gasped, wriggling, "you're... p-petting me l-like I'm s-some kind of... um... um... umm..."

Kitten. Puppy. Bunny. Pet. Silly girl who needs to be comforted and soothed. She struggled to form the words, desperate to fill the silence, but no sooner had the thoughts bubbled up into her mind than they were gone. She blinked dazedly, bubbles popping throughout her fizzy pink mind.

The kisses paused. The woman pulled up and blinked innocently down at her, parting those soft, kissable lips in a seductive pout.

Ami stared up into those eyes. Stared at those lips. A little whimper escaped her, but she found she didn’t... didn’t quite know what to say right now.

But even as she was given a brief reprieve from the kisses, Ami squirmed, feeling some... other attentions getting a lot more pronounced. That other hand was not being idle. Long, slender, delicate fingers ran over her breasts, groping, fondling, stroking in dainty spirals around her nipples.

Ami shivered. Even more tantalizingly, the strange woman's knee was placed right between Ami's thighs so... so perfectly, and the thought occurred to her that it would be so easy to just kind of... grind...

Her words melted away, and she giggled, quite forgetting exactly what she'd been trying to say. "Th-This feels... nice..." she mumbled, as more bubbles of pink pleasure popped in her mind, as she found herself grinding more and more overtly, unable to remember why she would ever hold back.

She let out a moan, and oh, gods, moaning felt so good... so much better than talking...

The woman smiled and cooed her pleasure with Ami, one of the first sounds, Ami realized dumbly, she'd heard the woman make so far. And then she forgot why this was strange, because the lady’s voice was so pretty, and knowing her lover was pleased just made Ami want to grind and hump harder as those kisses returned to her neck, her breasts, so soft and sweet and indulgent, and Ami mewled and whined happily.

She could no longer remember much of anything, actually, aside from feeling good. She humped the strange woman's leg like a wifwolf in heat, moaning and panting, because why would she need to babble and prattle when she could be making cute horny noises like those that seemed to please the woman so well?

She beamed and cooed and wriggled happily as the woman rose up slightly, those glowing crimson eyes shining like twin sunsets, so pretty, so happy with Ami.

Ami was being a good girl, Ami knew, even if her lover couldn't say it. And that realization was the sweetest feeling of all.

And Ami giggled and squealed and bounced and ground against the leg as she came, came under her skirt like a good girl, and made even more adorable noises in the process.

She was panting, red-faced, gasping for breath. She was drowning in the pink mist. Drifting in the fizzy pink bubbles.

But... she was still horny, she realized dimly, even in afterglow.

So, so horny.

She stared up into those bright lights and smiled dreamily as her beautiful pale lover leaned down for the softest of kisses, the stranger’s lips pillowy and fulsome, her own sighs of bliss impossibly faint but sending Ami into a daze of pleasure.

Ami wrapped her arms around her lover and moaned into the kiss, and happily allowed her inner thoughts to dissolve, for a time, into pure, sweet nothings.

The pale woman no longer felt cold. But maybe Ami was just blushing hot enough for the both of them now.

~ ~ ~ ~

Whisper drinkers are a rare and unusual form of vampire that drink not blood, or cum, or milk, but words themselves. Said to arise from those who died lost to their own worries and anxieties, the whisper drinker is often considered a benevolent spirit, as far as any of the Dead can be described as such. They are often drawn to the worried, tired or anxious, and with their kisses, they slowly ease the thoughts away, granting their lovers a brief reprieve, comfort and affection.

Spirit Rangers consider whisper drinkers to be very low-priority targets, though it is something of a controversial subject whether whisper drinkers truly understand what they are doing. Some argue that the whisper drinker acts as a nearly elemental being, purely occupied with her instincts, and cares nothing for those she lies with. Others, particularly those who form relationships with the mute undead, claim that there is far greater complexity to the whisper drinker than anyone truly understands.

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Saltine.

Pairing : Crowley x Plussize!Reader

Word count : 1,930

Warnings : AU (Crowley isn't a demon but is super fucking rich), Cam girl, Cam show, drinking, partial nudity

Header by : @sorenmarie87, as always. She's the best and I adore her and her work.

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The internet was filled with so many girls thinking they could get rich quick just by taking off their clothes. Like they were something special, something to behold. But really, they were one in a billion. Forgettable. Nothing different from the next person.

You were one in thousands. Slightly better odds.

Being a BBW, while nothing overly special on it’s own, did do one thing for you. People who ended up in your room knew what they wanted. They wanted a curvaceous goddess in their face. Curves and softness, something you had plenty of. The pool of plus size cam girls was smaller than the pool of everyone else.

Beyond that, you did what people paid you to do. If a guy paid you to fill your room with balloons and pop them one after another by sitting on them, you did it. Rub lotion all over your stomach and then spit on it, sure. Wear clothes that were two sizes too small, why not.

Tonight was kind of like that. Packages from a few regulars had shown up in your PObox, and one of them had contained a bottle of booze. Glencraig, a scotch whiskey you’d never heard of until James showed up in your chat room and paid for a private show where you drank and talked with him for an hour about two months ago. Now you had your own bottle. So you had taken a picture of it sitting between your legs, put it as your profile pic on the site and titled your chat “Me and Craig. Let’s see where this goes.”

Crowley’s bored and frustrated. The office is empty and he’s supposed to be working but he’s pent up. It’s been a long day of morons fucking shit up and he needed a god damn break. Billions of dollars at his disposal and he still couldn’t buy good fucking help to run his business.

He’s scrolling through women, looking for someone to catch his eye and quickly realizing he doesn’t think anyone will. They’re all the same. Once you’ve had one, you’d had them all, and he’s had plenty in his time. Fergus McLeod was no innocent. He was the farthest thing from it.

With a grunt of disapproval, he started looking for something different, hoping for something new. Key words being typed into searches, but nothing catching his eye in half of those either. Not for long, anyways. ‘BBW’ was a keyword he’d hit. Not many girls online, some of them into some niche things that he’d honestly consider, but all their pictures were the same. Every single one.

Except one. It had him leaning closer, trying to read the label. Interested enough in that at least, he hit join. What he found inside made his cock twitch.

A dark leather chair, not too different from one he  sat in himself. Smooth thick thighs he found himself wanting to bite into. And between them? The item that had taken hold of his interest, the reason he’d clicked to join. Glencraig. The bottle was freshly opened from the looks of it, about three fingers missing, so probably only on her second glass at most. He leaned in again, trying to get a closer look at the label. A soft curse fell from his lips when he saw the numbers 1974, and then ‘Aged 34 Years’. His cock twitched again, and he found himself reaching down to grip it through his slacks.

It was a close up of the bottle right now, and he wasn’t complaining. No one complained when she went to refill her glass, either. A whiskey glass was brought down to her thigh, then the bottle was brought out of where it was nestled, and a bare pussy was exposed. Chimes rang through his office, followed by a soft giggle as she poured, and then the bottle was placed back down, her pussy hidden once more behind the amber liquid and the black label. Then the camera moved.

It was tilted up more, following the glass as it was brought up to her lips and she took another sip. A shiver ran down her spine as it burned, and Crowley found himself smiling along with her. He heard another chime, then her laugh again. The tip amounted to about 75$, give or take.

“James, don’t be absurd, you already paid for the bottle.” She spoke as she pushed the camera back, giving a full view. Bottle between her legs and that seductive smile on her lips.

A message came up in the chat that read ‘Maybe I want you to be able to get yourself another. Hey guys! Let’s get her enough to order another bottle so we can have another night like this!’

The chat sped up, messages agreeing with the sentiment, and more chimes of tips being given for the cause. Another giggle came from her lips as she brought the glass back up to her mouth.

Not to be out done, Crowley made a donation of his own.

You were smiling, giggling, happy that everyone seemed to enjoy the theme of the room tonight. Glad that James approved of how you used his gift. You tilted the glass back just as a few chimes went off signaling more donations, and one of them made you choke on the scotch and spit it out. You stared at the screen, stunned as the liquid ran down off your chin.

Who the fuck was TheKing, and why did he just drop what had to be about 2 grand on you?

A new alert sounded, and you noticed you had a DM. Speak of the devil.

>> TheKing : From one Glencraig lover to another. I hope you enjoy it, love.

You stared at it, still in shock. In all your time as a cam girl, on here, on BBW specific sites, nothing like this had ever happened before. People bought gifts, sure, but this?

>> TheKing : Breathe, darling. >> TheKing : Don’t forget to breathe.

Realizing you had just been sitting there staring at the screen, you wiped your chin off and licked your lips, trying to collect yourself. The main chat was blowing up, you weren’t the only one dealing with shock and awe with what just happened.

“Uhm.” you breathed out awkwardly, not sure what to say, how to react. Was this real? “All hail The King?” an awkward chuckle followed the words, but the chat room was filled with messages of ‘all hail TheKing!’  “Should I bow.. or..” you joked, with a shy smile.

>> TheKing : No need to bow, love. >> TheKing : Though I wouldn’t say no to a conversation.

A soft smile graced your lips before you typed out your answer.

<< Saltine : We’re having a conversation. >> TheKing : I was thinking something a little more face to face. >> TheKing : I hear your voice, you hear mine.

You licked your lips, the general chat room forgotten for the moment. With money he dropped on you, your undivided attention for a moment was the least you could do.

<< Saltine : I don’t meet people from the site in person. It’s a safety issue, I’m sure you understand.

Three little dots in the corner let you know he was typing almost immediately.

>> TheKing : I wouldn’t expect you to, love. I meant more of a chat where I have my camera on too. Make it a little more intimate. I don’t mind paying for a private show where you don’t need to show anything. I would just like a drink with you.

You chewed on your bottom lip for a moment, considering the offer. Private shows didn’t really happen a whole lot, but when they did, it was charged by the minute so it was worth the time. You found yourself using your thumb to crack the knuckle of your index finger, and then your middle one before you nodded. “Yeah, we can do a private chat.” you spoke, letting the chatroom know your cam would be shutting off in there in a minute.

>> TheKing : You just made me a very happy man, darling. Whenever you’re ready, you let me know.

You were chewing on your lip as you waited for his cam to kick in. It was a moment of black before a bright light seemed to come on, and quickly it shifted. There was black in the middle of brightness, and then slowly the light seemed to adjust. It was a window. A massive window. As the lighting adjusted, you found yourself looking at a man in a suit and behind him, a city skyscape all laid out for him.  Glancing at the time, you wondered where in the world he was. Was it evening like where you were, the sun still holding on and not yet ready to set, or was that a morning glow behind him. Either way, it looked beautiful.

The man himself was something to behold. Not stunningly beautiful, not young and fit like some of the guys who popped up on camera for you, but captivating. He seemed to demand attention, radiating power. He was someone. A few very short hairs touched his forehead, he had a short beard as well, one you had the urge to run your fingertips over. Dark piercing eyes that you felt burning into you as one side of his mouth turned up into a smirk at your reaction of seeing him.

“H-hi.” you stuttered, then curse yourself for it.

His smile only widened. He brought a glass up, and that’s when you noticed the bottle on his desk. The same as the bottle still sitting between your thighs. He took a sip, then placed the glass down on the dark wood. “Why Saltine?” he asked, and you felt your stomach flutter at the accent.

“Because I’m so fucking salty all the time?” You gave him a shy smile. “Why TheKing? What are you the king of?”

“Your dreams.” He answered without hesitation and a fuck ton of confidence. He was cocky, he knew the effect he had on people and how to use it. “If you wish it.”

“Tempting.” you try to tease, lifting your own glass to your lips. “Why me?” you ask before sipping.

“Glencraig. Aged 30 years or more, there is no finer drink, love. It’s rare to find a woman with such tastes.”

“It was bought for me.”

“But you enjoy it, yes?” You gave him a nod. You had to admit, it wasn’t bad. “A woman of taste.” he smiled again. “What other things do you enjoy, Saltine? Money? Things? Travel?”

“Are you offering?” he intrigued you. He really did. Something about him made you want more and you didn’t even know him. “I could use a vacation.”

“Anywhere you want, darling. Where would you like to go?”

“Paris.” You answered quickly, and it didn’t seem to faze him at all. “Scotland.” you added. “England. Ireland. India. Japan. I want to see it all.”

His smile widened again. “Scotland, eh? It has been a while since I’ve been home.”

“I was joking.” you chuckled.

“I wasn’t. In another life, I could’ve given you everything you wanted and more with just a snap of my fingers.” You sat there, stunned again. “Choose a place and I’ll send you there. If you want, I’ll take the time and meet you there. The choice is yours, darling. It’s been a long time since I’ve been this interested in anything.”

“All because of a bottle of Craig?” you asked.

“Everything good in life starts with a quality scots. Be it a whiskey, or a scotsman.” he winked. “So where first?”

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Surrender!Series Part Five: Scars

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Surrender! Series:

Club Night - Stuart turns up at the club you're at with some surprising information.

Surrender - You surrender to the enemy.

Must Be Love - Stuart wakes up to a nightmare.

Spooky - OA has always had a term for the yours and Scola's synchronicity.

Most people would shy away from the mirror after what he’d experienced, but Stuart doesn’t. He’s the type of man that faces his problems head on, which is why he’s standing alone in the bathroom when he removes the white padding that covers his torso. He winces as it pulls at the skin, revealing the brutality that has been forced upon his body.

It’s worse than he thought, vivid red lines transecting the muscle that defines his chest. There’s no discernible pattern, just random slashes that cut into his flesh. It’s gruesome, what Austin Wallace has done to him. The violence that man has perpetrated on his skin.

It’s going to scar; the doctor had told him. All of it.

The other man had known what he was doing when he was dissecting him, he’d made sure to miss anything vital. He hadn’t wanted to kill him that quickly, he’d wanted you to watch him bleed out, to draw out the agony because after all this was all about torturing you.

And the thing is, he still is from behind those prison bars because these days you can barely look at Stuart. He knows it’s not the physical scars, it’s the mental ones. He sees the guilt in your eyes, senses your restlessness. You’re out the door first thing in the morning running, it’s something you use to do together but he’s been advised against it while he’s healing. You work more these days, taking on overtime, covering shifts for other people. He tries to approach you about it a couple of times, but he sees the way you shut down. It’s not something you’ve processed just yet.

This thing it happened to the both of you, but it feels like he’s the only one dealing with it.

It changes a couple of weeks later, he comes home to find you plating up a meal you’ve cooked in the kitchen. It’s been a while since you’ve sat down and had a meal together. He isn’t sure whether to take it as a good sign or a bad one.

“I’m seeing a shrink.” You tell him over dinner as you push your food around your plate. “I’m not coping with what happened.”

Stuart nods his head in understanding, before he sets his fork down and takes your hand in his. For the first time in an age, you don’t pull away, instead you entwin your fingers with his.

“When I looked at you, it took me back and all I could see was him hurting you.” You tell him, your gaze lowering to your joined hands. “And I knew it was because of me.”

“Sasha.” He says softly. “You can’t blame yourself for something that a bad man did. That is what he wants, and you can’t give him that. You’re better than that, stronger than that.”

He says it with such conviction that you almost believe it. It’s a process what you’re going through, it takes time and Stuart understands that. Rome wasn’t built a day and he’s not going to push you, he’s going to support you because the two of you are a team, and that’s how you get through this mess.

“Not yet.” You tell him, squeezing his hand lightly. “But I promise you, I’m getting there.”

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Expecting.

Summary: Tired of dating for nothing, Henry laid everything out for her on that very first date. But when he gets everything he hoped for, there’s one thing left that he really wants.

Word count: 1683

Warnings: trying to get pregnant (no heartbreak tho, it just takes a lil time), fluffy baby daddy Henry

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Henry has been on cloud nine ever since she told him she was pregnant. Tired and mentally exhausted trying to find the right person, Henry had all but given up. It’s not that he was actively looking for a girlfriend, or wife in his case, but he did hope that when the right person came along, he’d just know. He’d feel it in his bones. He didn’t think it would happen like it does in the movies, where everything aligns, everything tastes better, music sounds better and he can breathe like he’s never breathed before. But he thought he’d feel something different.

She didn’t breeze into his life. She didn’t make him understand now why everything else hadn’t worked out. But what she did do was make him wonder how the hell he’d managed to feel so complete before when he felt bursting at the seams when he was around her. He’d laid it all on the table on their first date.

“I know this is a little full on, but I’m going to be honest with you. I can’t keep doing meaningless dates. If you’re not looking for something serious, something long term and possibly the end goal, then this date isn’t going to go far. You can leave, I’ll still pay for the bill, but I won’t hold it against you. I understand not everyone will be on the same page.”

Instead of pushing her chair back, grabbing her coat and bag and walking out of the restaurant, she pulled her chair a little closer, poured them both a drink and said, “so what colour theme are we having at the wedding and how many children are we having?”

She took an open interest in what he had to say, she challenged him on a few of his viewpoints just for a good conversation piece. They shared many of the same opinions and differed on a handful but nothing deal breaking or something that neither could get past. Henry understood that not everyone was the same and listening to her speak was amazing. He adored that they were on the same page when it came to values and their life.

As the weeks and months went on, he tried to trip her up. Tried to catch her out and see if she was just spoon feeding him everything he wanted to hear but no, it continued to flow almost perfectly. Henry took her on several vacations per year, she joined him on set, rode him when he needed his stress relieving and helped him with his lines. She was by no means a good actress, but she would try to put her feelings into it, try to give the script some sort of justice and helped Henry when he needed it.

They married three years later, with her joking that Henry would rush her down the aisle just so he could get straight to the baby making part of marriage. But it didn’t happen as quickly as either of them hoped. She came off her birth control and though they’d lose themselves within the sheets (or on the counter tops, table, against the hallway wall, the sofa, his gaming chair…just anywhere which could hold their weight,) as often as possible without wanting to take the fun out of sex and just have it for the sake of having a baby, pregnancy just wasn’t as easy to happen as they’d thought.

A year and half into their marriage, she’d began to draw up schedules, bought thermometers to check her temperature and downloaded several “trying to get pregnant” apps. She tracked her cycles, found the optimum times for having sex and had started to pitch it all to Henry when she realised she was two weeks late.

He’d sat there before her, waiting for her to reach the main part of her big presentation of why looking at their baby making schedule would be most effective when he’d watched the blood drain from her face and her scramble out of the room, roughly slamming the bathroom door closed and lock it before he’d been able to fully understand what had just happened. He’d heard things dropping onto the floor, things being torn open and as he’d stood nervously on the other side of the bathroom door, his hand on the wooden surface, listening carefully for anything which could give him an idea of what had happened, he’d finally heard the little sob that came from her.

“Are you ok?” He’d asked softly, not wanting to refer to her by any pet names, instead addressing her by her name. She hadn’t replied for a moment or two, just the sound of her soft cries filling the room in which he couldn’t access until she’d finally slid the lock open and he found her sitting on the floor, surrounded by torn open pregnancy test boxes and four tests sitting in front of her, letters boasting PREGNANT 4+ WEEKS on each of them.

Henry hadn’t wanted to go too crazy. He’d wanted this for too long and didn’t want to curse anything by purchasing anything too early. He’d gripped her hand, their fingers locked together, tears falling from his eyes as he’d pressed their hands to his lips as his eyes had remained fixated on the screen during her scan, watching as their two babies wriggled around for them. Watching as their tiny limbs stretched out and they flipped themselves around in their little bubble of comfort.

With each passing week, Henry ensured that he took care of any of the big jobs, needing her to take it as easily as possible. She hadn’t wanted to completely give up their workouts, and he’d make sure that he was there to observe each one, with a personalised plan specifically for pregnancy. They scoured the websites for the perfect nursery set up. With the babies genders remaining a secret, pots of neutral paint sits in the room. Dust sheets are down ready to catch any splatters of paint which hadn’t made it onto the walls. Tins of light colours are waiting to be applied and Henry has changed into his “DIY” clothes which are sweatpants and a loose, though still fitted for him, cotton tee shirt.

Most of the walls will be a pale grey to match the carpet, but there’ll be soft mint greens, duck egg blues, pale yellows scattered around the room in forms of cuddle bears, artwork and books that he wants to read to them. Two rocking chairs have been placed, and tested, and he already looks forward to sitting in them while reading to the two of them as they have their feed, much like he’s already done with her sitting beside him, their joined hands pressed to her large bump as he’d read some of his favourite childhood stories to them so that they would already recognise his voice. She’s due in one months’ time, and only now does he feel confident enough to begin to paint and assemble everything he’d bought.

She’d caught him in the middle of their living room two months ago, the boxes emptied out and him checking every screw, every nut, bolt and piece against the assembly instructions to ensure that everything was there, fully prepared with the phone and laptop beside him to make all the forms of contact needed to get the right parts sent out. “I’m not leaving it until last minute to then find out something is missing, or wrong or damaged and it’s too late.”

He’s strolled around the house with the double pram, telling her he needed to break in the wheels. He’s practiced for what felt like hours closing the pram and re-opening it again. Getting it in and out of the large car which he bought for the babies in mind. He’s tested numerous ways of picking up the baby carriers and how to get them in and out of the car with ease. He’s completed a baby first aid course and made sure he’s bought enough things to baby proof the house.

“You have some explaining to do.” She says, waddling into the doorway of the nursery, holding up some of the baby outfits he’s purchased.

“Look at the little cape though.” He grins, putting down the paint roller and tray before he’s even applied the first stroke. He walks over to her, his hand instinctively going to her belly as the other touches the cape of the baby vest which reads “my daddy is superman.”

“And this?” She holds up a mini Chiefs kit.

“I don’t make the rules around here. It’s law that they should match their daddy.”

“But what if they choose to suppo-”

“Ah, ah, ah,” Henry cuts her off with a wag of his finger, “we don’t have none of that negativity around here. Absolutely not.” It takes everything she can muster not to crack another smile and to try and keep her expression as neutral as possible but the stern look upon Henry’s face makes it more difficult to do so.

“You can’t wait for this, can you?” She asks him as she sinks down into her rocking chair and slowly goes back and forth, sighing contently to get the weight from her swelling ankles and sore feet.

“Lumberjack beard, bags under my eyes so big I could do a months shopping in them and endless stories of ‘so yeah, my kid pooped today’ conversations. I can’t wait.”

“No dad bod?” She questions.

“I’m a daddy now, and I’ve got a body.” You sure are daddy, she thinks. If she weren’t suffering from her aching hips, she’d be wanting to climb onto his lap and ride him. He looks far too good right now.

“Yeah you have, now let me see that body of yours get to work….on this room. Not on me.” She says, holding up her finger and lifting a leg up as though that could stop Henry from covering her body with his own, “you’ve done enough.”

“Well, you know what they say… it helps to speed things along…”

[auro-ora]

Past and Present

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1,772 Notes: Prompt above was written for @the-ss-horniest-book-club I really hope I did this some justice. I kinda did change the plot about 3 times tehe. Thank you for reading!

“Okay Cap. I got the files. Bring me home!” you pant into your comms. It was Steve’s bright idea to send you back to the year 1938 for some important documents that were hidden away to give clues about future possible mass destructive weapons that Hydra might build in the later years. Steve and Bucky couldn’t join you just in case they happened to run into the younger version of themselves, the thought alone amused you but you here in Brooklyn alone trying your best to blend in with the crowds. “Y/n. We have a technical glitch. Tony is working on it right now so hang tight.” Great. And super great since it had just started to rain heavy. Puddles forming in the middle of the roads as the children laughed and jumped in them. 

There was an old jazz bar on the other side of the road. With a quick check of your watch, you didn’t think there was any harm in getting out of the horrible weather for awhile. You sprinted through the puddles, holding the case over your head to shield yourself from the rain because wet hair was just uncomfortable.

With a groan and a silent curse for Steve and Bucky who were home in the compound dry and warm right now, you pushed through the wooden doors and the old musky smell of the bar slapped you in the face. The jazz music was barely audible over the loud distinctive noise of chatter and a particular obnoxious laugh is what caught your attention. A brunette with her head thrown back, laughing at something the young gentleman had told her. The shorter hair from the back as he nursed his drink. He turned his head slightly to the right, you recognized the side profile almost immediately and of course the little ear crink on the top of his right ear. 

You moved forward to the empty barstool to avoid gaining any attention and secretly looked past the lady sitting next to you to watch him. He would have been around 21 years old and he still looked as handsome as the present day Bucky you knew so well. You harbored a deep crush on him, loved everything about him. He even had a very good sense of humor for an old man. But it was his kind heart you loved the most, he was special to you but he didn’t feel the same way. You understood he didn’t want or need a relationship; he didn’t want to be tied down since he has been for most of his life. He wanted his freedom and he made that very clear. It just didn’t stop you from feeling disappointed and rejected though. You thought about Bucky a lot. His laugh and oh his smile. You smiled just at the thought of his smile, you wondered what he would think if he was here right now, what would he say to his younger self? You could imagine it would be something encouraging like: You’re gonna be alright buddy. Whatever Hydra does to you, you’ll make it in the end because you’re strong and Steve will find you. You’ll be alright. Just don’t give up even in the darkest of days. 

“Excuse me ma'am? Would you mind if I sat here so I can sit next to my wife?” an older man asked as he pointed to the lady next to you with his hat. He had to shout a little louder over the noise and of course, this gained a little attention, even Bucky’s. You made direct eye contact with Bucky for a few seconds and watched that cute little twitch he did when he smirked that you loved so much. “Yes of course.” you smiled at the gentleman who was patiently waiting for the seat and slipped off the stool. You stood in the middle of the floor, patreons moving around you. 

You really just wanted to go home and hoped Steve would hurry up and bring you back. Bucky sat on the stool with his back to you but would look over his shoulder and smile. Your heart fluttering in your chest like a swarm of butterflies. 

“Ma’am?” a drunken younger guy slurred in your ear. You pulled away disgusted with the certainty that pig shit smelled nicer than his breath. “Can I help you?” you pulled a face, trying to distance yourself. “Yeaaah. You can help me…” he jabbed himself in the chest “... in more ways than one.” he grinned. “Well, I hate to-”

“Back off Romeo.” Bucky’s softer voice spoke in front of the two of you, his arms folded across his not-so-broad chest. But from here, you got a good look at the hair that ran down a line on his chest. “She’s not interested.” you couldn’t hold back the grin. Just knowing what present-day Bucky would have done to this guy. Even though Bucky didn’t want a relationship with you, it never stopped him from caring about you and protecting you. “Oh come on Bucky.” the drunk guy tried to reason but Bucky wasn’t listening. 

Instead, his soft hand grabbed your elbow and he led the way to his seat by the bar, allowing you to sit on his stool as he stood next to you. “Always so protective.” you smirked. His blue eyes were just as beautiful and full of life as they were now. His eyebrows furrowed but he still smiled, even if he didn’t understand the meaning behind your words. “Well, you’re welcome, doll.” Oh there it is. That one word that always makes you swoon all over the place. A small giggle slipped out from between your lips and an ever growing blush sweeping across your cheeks. “You like it when I call you doll?” Bucky asked in a flirty tone and you giggled more, dipping your head to hide your shyness, he joined in on your giggles and you loved this Bucky. But you wished it was the present-day Bucky saying these things to you. “You never lost your charm.” you said out loud, halting his giggle as he looked confused. “You’re so beautiful. I’ve never seen ya around here before, you new?” he asked with interest. “You could say that.” you smiled, his intense stare setting your skin alight. “Well my beautiful doll. How about I take you out to dinner sometime?” Bucky leaned one elbow on the bar and you pulled your lip back between your teeth.

“Y/N? Where are you? We’re ready to bring you home.” Steve’s voice invaded your ear and you jumped slightly. “Give me a few minutes Steve.” Bucky’s eyes narrowed as he wondered who you were talking to. “I’m Bucky.” he corrected with a chuckle. “I’ve gotta go but let’s do a raincheck on that dinner?” you don’t know why you did this to yourself, you wouldn’t be seeing this Bucky ever again. “I hope it will be soon.” he said with a small smile, tucking a strand of hair behind the ear that didn’t have the comms in. You slipped off the barstool and turned on your heels. With your arms opened you embraced Bucky in a hug before you left. “You’re the strongest man I know. I’m so proud of you.” you whispered in his ear, planting a very soft and gentle kiss to his cheek. Your eyes are glossy as you look back in his confused eyes. Taking one last look at him before you turn and leave him standing there unsure about what just happened. 

Later that night…

You couldn’t stop thinking about the Bucky you met in that bar today. How vulnerable and soft he was. His flirtatious charm never went away. You wished you could have spent the entire day with him, there was so much you wanted to ask him, to tell him that you couldn’t with the present-day Bucky. You found it emotional, Bucky was such a sweetheart and you understood he always was. You were angry at Hydra, how could they do this to someone so sweet. 

Tears ran freely down your cheeks as you gazed out of the large window from your bed. The sun had set an hour ago and it was just you with your thoughts and the flickering from the candle. “Hey doll.” your head whipped towards the figure standing by the door. His finger hovers over the light switch, your eyes squinting from the sudden intrusion of the light. “Hey Bucky.” you wiped your wet cheeks with the sleeve of your shirt and crossed your legs, your hands hanging limply in your lap. “Are you alright?” he asked as he took two long strides to cross the bedroom to your bed, making himself comfortable by propping himself up on his elbow. 

You looked at the details of his face and compared them to the 30s Bucky. The creases on his forehead was more noticeable as he spent most of his days frowning. The circles under his eyes from the lack of sleep he got because of his demons he was fighting during the nights. Bucky now had a beard that looked so soft to touch. “I’m fine.” you croaked. “Are you sure? Took you a really long time just to answer with two words.” he joked. More tears ran down your cheeks as you thought about everything he’s ever been through, mostly alone and scared. You knew he didn’t want sympathy but you just couldn’t help it, not after meeting a more confident version of himself. A version Hydra had taken from him.

You lunged forward wrapping your arms around his middle and nuzzled your face in the crook of his neck. Bucky’s own arms wrapped tightly around you, his hand up and down your back to comfort you. “What’s wrong doll?” he kissed your hairline as sobs wracked from your chest. “I don’t know.” your tears pooled onto his shirt. The tighter he held you, the harder you cried. “Hey come on sweetheart.” he shushed you, dipping his head so he could see your face. His fingers tucking the strand of hair behind your ear. “Why don’t you get dolled up and I take you out to dinner? Raincheck, remember?” he smirked. Your head snapped up as your eyes widened. “How did you…?” your mouth fell open. “I heard everything.” came his reply, his smile never faltering. “Now get in that shower and get ready. I’ll be back here in 15 minutes!”

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Humans are weird: PTSD

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Bok examined the utensils before him carefully before reaching down and delicately picking up one between two of his talons. Unlike humans his people lacked the dexterity they had when using tiny tools so holding on to the metal strand was understandably difficult.

"This is a fork, yes?" His friends opposite him at the table nodded as they continued scrolling through their phones waiting for their meal to arrive. The day was sunny and the air carried with it the warm breeze of what the humans called "spring" and they had insisted they all go out for lunch at a nearby café opposite a park.

The weather was a sharp contrast to the freezing temperatures of his own homeworld were warmth was a luxury so even though he was happy to join them he still felt like this much warmth was unnatural and that any moment the cold winds would return.

"What do you use it for?" Bok asked, still taking note of the strange fork like design.   Mark opposite him picked it up and stabbed the fork into a free bread roll sitting in the middle of the table and brought it up to his mouth. He proceeded to take an overly dramatic bite out of it while grunting loudly.

"Like this." Mark said through still chewing teeth while Bok's other friend Kevin between the two of them looked embarrassed.

"This is why we can't take you out in public." Kevin said putting down his phone and taking a bread roll for himself, cutting it open and spreading butter over it. "Things would be far less dramatic without my radiant personality."  He replied, grinning like a fool at him as he swallowed the rest of the savaged bread roll. It was then that the waiter decided to come over to the table again and ask what everyone would be having. Mark picked up his menu and pointed to it.

"I'll have a-" Mark began before he was cut off by a loud rattling sound from the park nearby. Bok turned toward it and saw several young humans tossing a animal skin sphere into a metal loop and cheering loudly as it went in. Several of the humans came over and began praising the one who had made the shot before they continued playing their earth game.

When he turned back to the table Bok noticed something odd came happened to Mark. His mouth was hanging open as if stuck mid sentence while his eyes were transfixed on the park behind them. His jaw moved as if to say something but no words would come.

The waiter who had been writing down his order before looked at him oddly. Before they could ask anything else Kevin cut in. "We're still deciding." The waiter looked at Mark again before nodding and leaving the table.

As soon as the waiter left Kevin turned to Mark and began speaking to him softly. "Mark, can you hear me?" Mark mumbled something and began breathing faster. Bok sniffed something odd and looked to see Mark's hand tightly gripping the fork, his finger nails digging so deep into his palm that they'd drawn blood.

"Is everything alright?" Bok asked. Mark didn't respond; he didn't even appear to register anything going on around them now.

"Mark, listen to my voice." Kevin's voice was soft and reassuring as he continued talking to Mark. "You're home, you're safe, you're among friends."

He repeated those words several times and Mark appeared to calm down somewhat, but his eyes remained focused on the park. Kevin turned to Bok and said "Ask him about his day."

"What?"

"Ask him about his day." Kevin said again more insistent this time.

Bok was confused to what was going on but then again there was much of human culture he did not understand.

"How was your day Mark?"

"My....day..." Mark word's were near silent as if being spoken from far away.

Kevin nodded and motioned for Bok to continue. "Yes, I heard you finished a new game on your computer before you came here."

Mark blinked and his eyes slowly began to focus again. "I...did. I ...beat a new game."

"That's great," Kevin joined in, "what was it called again?"

"Monster tycoon." Mark's words were becoming more assured and Bok saw the grip on the fork lessening.

His eyes blinked several times and he shook his head. Looking down at his hand for the first time he saw the blood and dropped the fork, the metal clanging to the table. Mark looked up at both of us, a mixture of fear and embarrassment on his face.

"I'm......I..." he began but Kevin waved it away.

"There's nothing to say man." Kevin slowly put a reassuring hand on him and though he jolted at first it seemed to comfort him. "Do you need anything?"

"I think I should go home." His words were a bit sheepish as he eyed his bloody hand and then stuffed it in his pocket.

"We'll take you home." Kevin put some money on the table and then helped Mark out of his chair while Bok looked on still confused.

"But we haven't even orde-" Bok began before Kevin shot him a glare he knew was a human way of saying to remain quiet. He sighed and stood up with them and the trio called a cab to take Mark home.

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Some time later Kevin came back out of Mark's apartment and met Bok waiting on the street.

"He should be okay now," he said while pulling out a cigarette and lighting it, "I turned on the tv to  a comedy and put his game on the pc for him so he has something to distract him."

"Why does he need distracting?" Bok asked.

Kevin took a deep inhale and blew out a cloud of thick grey smoke.

"You know Mark was in the core, right?"

Bok nodded and so Kevin continued. "You didn't hear this from me, but during his third year in his tour he got sent out on a patrol to a school; sorta like a relief mission to drop off supplies and build trust and all that."

"While he was there a group of the kids were playing outside and wanted him to join in; the area was marked as a green zone so he went over and played some basket ball with them.

"After the supplies were all offloaded they were attacked." He took another drag and then threw the butt down to the ground and stepped on it. "An insurgent fired a rocket at their vehicle from a nearby building and it ricocheted off before impacting just a few feet from Mark knocking him out."

"He woke up after the battle with a few scrapes and bruises,  but everyone one of those kids he had played with were dead."

Bok looked shocked. He couldn't imagine what a horrible moment must have been like. Kevin took a look back up at Mark's room. "His vest stopped the shrapnel from killing him, but those kids got torn to pieces."

"Now every time he hears anything related to basket ball, like a ball dribbling or the whoosh of a net, he locks up and has flash backs to that day."

"But that was years ago," Bok stated, "why has he not recovered from it?"

Kevin shook his head. "Something like that changes you Bok; at least for us humans." he pulled out another cigarette and eyed it for a moment before throwing it away without even lighting it. "A piece of you gets broken and yeah you can try to patch yourself together again and go on with your life, but those patches are paper thin and you can fall apart with just a breeze of wind."

Bok scoffed. "Here I thought Mark was made of sterner stuff."

Kevin rounded on him with a stare so cold and full of hatred he couldn't believe humans were capable of such anger.

"Because you don't know humans I'm going to pretend you didn't just say that." Kevin said icily. "Mark is one of the toughest people I know because most other people that go through that can't handle the pain and put a bullet through their skull."

He pushed passed Bok and didn't even bother looking at him.

"That man decided to keep living with that pain. Don't you ever call him fucking weak again."

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Eggs

Monsta X AU: 8th member

Zoey x Monsta X

Some of the Monsta X members are handling Zoey’s independence better than others.

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Zoey rolled her eyes as she walked to the door. The frantic knocking hadn’t slowed, and she was fairly certain that whoever was on the other side was banging on it with both fists. She’d had to rush from the bedroom, and was still tying her robe around her waist when she opened the door.

“You’re really annoying, you know that?” She sighed as Minhyuk shoved past her.

“You were taking forever.” He complained.

“Morning, Zo.” Shownu stepped in after him.

“Morning.” She closed door after Kihyun entered. “You guys are early.”

“It’s ten in the morning.” Kihyun said, giving her a little hug in greeting. “You’re just getting up?”

“I was having a lie-in.” She sighed.

“Where’s your boyfriend?” Minhyuk asked, hopping over the back of the couch. “Is he naked in there?”

Shownu looked alarmed. “He’s not, right?”

“No.” Zoey promised. “He crashed at the dorm last night because he had a late practice.”

“And left you here alone?” Kihyun frowned. “What if something happened?”

Zoey snorted. “Have you seen the security in this place? No one is getting up here.”

They didn’t look convinced.

Zoey sighed, looking around the apartment. The sun was shining through the window, confirming that it was morning. She blinked, still not entirely awake, and noted sadly that the boys hadn’t brought any food with them.

“I need breakfast.” She said finally. “Do you guys want breakfast?”

“Sure.” Shownu pulled out his phone. “Where from?”

Zoey shook her head. “We have stuff here.”

“Right, I’ll make something.” Kihyun pushed up the sleeves of his sweater.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got it.” Zoey pointed him towards a chair. “Eggs and bacon sound good?”

“In theory.” Minhyuk looked over the couch as she walked into the kitchen area. “But if you’re making it….I don’t know.”

“I make breakfast all of the time.” Zoey grabbed a pan out of the cupboard. “I finally earned kitchen privileges.”

“You make breakfast now?” Kihyun sat down on his chair hesitantly.

“I made dinner the other day, too.” She grinned, pulling out a carton of eggs and a package of bacon. “I cooked steaks and made potatoes. I had to follow a youtube video but it turned out pretty well.”

“You’re…cooking.” Kihyun blinked.

“Yup.” Zoey grinned, cracking eggs into the pan. “Four eggs each?”

“Yes please!” Minhyuk shouted.

Zoey finished cracking the eggs and set the bacon into another pan, before going hunting for everything else. The boys were discussing their plans for practice later today, and she joined in here and there, but mostly she focused on making the food.

“I need bread.” She reached up and flicked open the top cupboard, where they kept the bread. It was too high for her to reach on her own.

Shownu stood up from his seat, heading for the cupboard.

Not seeing him, Zoey reached down and pulled out her stepping stool from under the sink, stepping up onto it and reaching for the bread.

Shownu lowered his arm, trying to lean on the counter and appear casual.

“You could fall off that.” He said quietly.

Zoey stepped back down, cradling a bag of bread. “Seungcheol bought it for me because I kept climbing on the counters. This apartment is perfect in a lot of ways, but it isn’t short person friendly.”

“I thought Seungcheol was going to do most of the cooking?” Kihyun said, peering into the pan and finding that, to his disappointment, the bacon looked like it was cooking perfectly.

“He does. But sometimes he’s busy. And I’m kind of getting good at it.” She glanced at Shownu. “Oppa, can you grab some plates?”

“What? Sure.” He opened the cupboard she pointed too and held out plates as she spooned food onto them. They were all kind of staring at her as she did it. Minhyuk was mostly going to just take it for what it was, but both Kihyun and Shownu were unsure. They could count on their hands the number of times Zoey had actually cooked since living in the dorm…and the answer was twice. Once she’d made dumplings for them in their survival show days, and then she’d baked cookies once. Beyond that, she’d never made anything more complicated than ramen.

But here she was, cooking like it came naturally to her.

“Eat up.” She set her plate on the kitchen island, adjusting her robe as she sat down. “Minhyuk, get over here. You’re not eating on my couch.”

They all took their seats, and Zoey dug in. She was on her third bite before she realized that she was the only one eating. “Are you guys not hungry?”

Kihyun took a bite of his eggs, chewing for a second before he set his fork down.

“What?” Zoey exclaimed. “Is it not good?”

Shownu took a piece of bacon and took what was for him, a relatively small bite. “This is great.”

“I don’t understand.” Kihyun placed his head in his hands. “How is it good?”

“Um, because I know how to cook eggs?” Zoey gave an awkward laugh.

“It’s just surprising, that’s all.” Minhyuk started eating his own meal. “But good for you, Zo. You’re all grown up.”

Shownu glared at him.

“Okay.” Zoey dropped her fork onto her plate. “What is going on with you guys? Why are you being all weird?”

“We’re not being weird.” Kihyun mumbled.

“I know I’m not being weird.” Minhyuk said.

“Correct.” Zoey rolled her eyes. “Minhyuk is his normal level of annoying. But you guys are being weird. So ‘fess up.”

“It’s just….” Shownu pushed his eggs around his plate. “It’s kinda weird seeing you like this.”

She crossed her arms. “I thought we worked past this. It’s been a couple of months, I figured you guys were over me living on my own.”

“We are.” Kihyun said. “Mostly.”

“But you’re cooking!” Shownu exclaimed.

“I’m really not getting your point.” She picked up a piece of bacon. “I’ve always cooked.”

Kihyun snorted. “No….you’ve always ordered food. Or heated up food. You’ve never cooked.”

“And you’ve never used a stool to reach something.” Shownu added. “Normally if you can’t reach it, you just yell at one of us and give up.”

“Wow, you’re really making me sound like a pleasure to live with.”

“You weren’t.” Minhyuk told her. “You were irritating and frankly a bit of a diva.”

“YAH!” She shouted. “You’re in my house right now!”

“I’m just being honest.” He took another bite. “And, for the record, I think the food is great.”

Zoey just smiled and showed him her middle finger.

He blew her a kiss.

Zoey returned to her meal, scooping up some eggs on her fork before she addressed the other two.

“Whatever, you guys need to just accept that I’m a grown woman and if I want to cook, I can.”

“Sure you can.” Kihyun said. “You just need to be bad at it.”

“What? Why?”

“So that we feel like there’s a bit of normal Zoey left.” Shownu took another bite. “And this is too good to have been cooked by you!”

Zoey just shook her head. “I’m never making you guys breakfast again. Just eat your stupid food and one of you can do the dishes while I get changed.”

“You don’t do the dishes?” Minhyuk asked.

“Do you even fucking know me?”

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Review: Digimon Adventure: (2020) Episode 61: A Place To Return To

In this episode, Takeru earns his merit badge by helping ElDoradimon cross a hill.

If the crests are all meant to represent attributes of each of the eight kids, that sure isn’t reflected in the kinds of stories we’re getting. While some of them are better at showcasing their traits than others, they’ve all fallen in the category of “needing additional power to stop the bad Digimon from doing bad things to not bad Digimon.” When you add in the variances among these bad Digimon, from evil spirits to possessed fanboys to not-really-all-that-bad pirates, it’s disappointing that the solution to all of them is still beating them into submission. That makes this story, slow and exhausting as it gets, an appreciated break from the norm, with no enemy other than physics and an outcome that still dials in on Takeru’s key attribute.

The most striking thing about this episode is that it doesn’t have an enemy at all. Or rather the enemy is a mountain if you’re into the whole “man vs. nature” brand of conflict. The fact that it’s anything other than some random antagonistic Digimon is eye-opening, to the point where you spend the entire episode waiting for someone (hey there Gravimon) to show up and try to kill everybody. That anticipation creates a sort of artificial suspense that carries you through until the end, when you realize the premise isn’t a buildup to anything. It’s just a long story about Takeru trying to do one good deed. Then it’s all kind of wholesome.

Wholesome doesn’t get far without substance, however, and along with Takeru’s unending need to get ElDoradimon over the mountain, there’s a quiet sociological examination going on with the other Digimon watching him. ElDoradimon wants to get over the mountain because his homeland or whatever is on the other side. The other Digimon in Leomon’s party don’t have homes at all anymore, refugees from Millenniumon’s destruction. Naturally more than a few of them are bitter about this. So is it worth going through the trouble of a cumbersome, maybe impossible task of helping somebody achieve the dream none of them will ever be able to realize? Not everyone’s on board immediately, and the fact that the show even takes time to ask the question deserves credit.

This is crystallized through Gravimon, a victim himself, one of the final holdouts, who even mocks the effort. Takeru wins him over with a surprising speech about how he’s in the same position. The low-hanging fruit here would have been talking about how he would like to go home at some point, a sentiment that nobody has brought up despite the length of their journey (and the fact that last we heard, this was all happening in real time!). Instead, Takeru brings up how the happy memories of his complete family will never happen again. That’s deep for an eight year old! For a series so afraid of diving into each kid’s story, it’s done an admirable job sneaking in genuine feelings over the Ishida divorce.

Takeru also gets a crest story that fully centers around hope without banging you over the head with it. After several dubious parables, Hikari and Koshiro’s certainly were about light and knowledge, but in a glaringly obvious way. Takeru’s show of hope comes in simply sticking to the belief that getting ElDoradimon up the mountain is actually possible. The task looks gargantuan, enough to make not only other Digimon, but the audience itself, question whether giving a single Digimon a spot of joy is really worth it. It’s honestly exhausting to watch. But he never wavers on this belief, and it’s that conviction that activates his power, wins over Gravimon, and leads to the miracle to make it work.

It’s not a shame that they resort to a miracle. Early on it felt like it needed one. The tragedy might be that even the most customized of stories all still amount to one of the kids digging deep and refusing to give up. Even without an actual enemy, it still requires a big show of force from a strong Digimon. It’s far too late for the show to redeem itself as far as character development or having a compelling narrative. It’s now in Hunters territory where the quality of an episode depends on its ability to tell a unique story on its own. Despite the format, we’ve only gotten a few in this arc. Its slow pace and lack of real action may not be the most exciting watch, but its success lies in doing things differently. With a show this banal, different is always appreciated.

My Grade: B

Loose Data:

It’s obvious why ElDoradimon was featured here, but his lack of vocabulary continues to make it hard to understand his thought process. He’s clearly relentless and he’s clearly happy to reach his goal, but everyone has to go off assumptions as to why.

This is now the second episode featuring the kids trying to make sure ElDoradimon gets from point A to point B without killing himself. A little strange that the emphasis with him remains his difficulty with elevation and not the fact that he’s a giant moving castle, the actual awesome thing that got him all the love in Savers.

He was first introduced on Cloud Continent. If we’re to believe this is his homeland, either this place is on Cloud or he made his way up there prior to the Devimon arc. Which means at some point, ElDoradimon somehow went from the lower continent all the way back up to Cloud. Now that’s what I want to watch.

Okay, A for effort and all, but I refuse to believe that Takeru and Patamon pushing ElDoradimon did a lick of good at the start.

Glad they started to work in ropes and pulleys and some sort of system to move him, but surely there had to be a smoother way to get to the other side of the mountain. Search for a pass or a river or swallows with string or something. You’d think it would cross somebody’s mind to consider possible smarter routes rather than straight over.

Boy, I’m already starting to cringe at how they’ll explain that the crest of courage could only be activated by Taichi bopping around from place to place helping his teammates out like original Sora in the Vamdemon arc. But man, that would have been the perfect framework for Yamato getting his crest of friendship.

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Changes Coming to Patreon; Back to AO3 Icy Goes

An abbreviated and slightly different version of a post I made on my Patreon this evening:

Several months ago I made the announcement that I was switching my main platform from AO3 to exclusively post my works on Patreon. I had hoped it would help with some of my mental health issues with the reasoning that Patreon was a platform with a smaller, dedicated audience and would be better than posting into the great unknown and feeling let down by the sheer number of hits but no sightings of the people behind them.

Unfortunately, this decision has not panned out the way I had hoped. To be completely honest, I feel even worse than I ever have before. I truly thought this switch would encourage more engagement from those that were on my Patreon given that everyone now had that exclusive access and knowing that they'd want to be involved and that I'd be okay with knowing only a literal handful of people might be reading. That has not been the case. And to be clear, that's on me for having those hopes and expectations because certainly no one at my Patreon is required to engage with my works; you pay a subscription fee each month, you get content, and more always comes. And I will certainly continue to post those works that Patreon supporters paid for and expect to see under the original outline of my Patreon, but at this time...

At this time I've made the decision to return to posting on AO3 and no longer make that content exclusive to Patreon.

Any of the exclusive one-shots that did post here will remain, but I'll be adding them to my AO3 archive as well and the chaptered fics will only be posting for early release tiers on Patreon going forward, not posting later for all tiers. They will all instead be made available on my AO3 and just like before you are welcome to read them there. To be clear: none of your access to content is changing. You will still be able to read all of my stories, but they will no longer exclusively be on Patreon.

It is really hard for me to post works (and yes, I know they are all finished, it's still hard). It is hard to post in the author's notes and ask for comments and engagement because it is not fun to post and feel like hardly anyone is reading, and harder still when very few do because it just tells me that the majority of people either don't read those requests or they ignore them. Both don't feel good. And doubly so when you consider the majority of my content is about support. Ironic, right? ;p

Just like when I made this original decision, I didn't come to this one lightly. After all, there was a reason I decided to step away from AO3. But trying to bribe y'all with extra content via engagement hasn't worked. I've actually had 7 people in the two months that I made this switch join the page and quit within a couple days (sometimes a couple hours), accessing all content (and no doubt spurred on by the sheer amount behind a paywall) and that's a slap in the face to me and makes me feel even worse. And I certainly don't want to turn my works into a pay-per-view where I open a shop and sell PDF copies of individual works because the money has never, ever, been what the Patreon has been about. The finances help me to justify spending the time writing the works to keep this page active and going, but the whole reason I created a Patreon was to have an engaged, local community where I could be myself a little bit more, be a little more honest than I normally allow myself to be, and to share exclusive works with all those who made that decision to come here and financially support me with the hope that would extend to mental and emotional support via engagement on the site ♥

There are over 100 people on my Patreon and on average not even 10% make an appearance. It feels like I am posting and posting and hardly anyone is reading and the whole point of posting works is to share them because fandom is something that is meant to be shared. It's an experience for us all, whether we're creators or consumers, and we cannot exist without the other. It's a circle of fanfiction.

AO3 wasn't the best for me mentally. But the alternative I decided to pursue has unfortunately been even worse. And yet I still can't help but want to share my creations, want to make those connections, want people to laugh and cry and find comfort and support and experience emotions or feelings they may never had had, to learn and grow, to just enjoy the whump and angst and find a little escape sometimes from reality. Writing has been so important to me, it's what has kept me going through some very low times although it's catch-22 as the posting part of that process can make me feel lower than when I started. But I push through and hope that things get better, always.

Planning out this Patreon has meant so much to me. Writing stories for it, setting up polls, getting to create cover banners, write commissions, and, most importantly, interact with all of you... it has kept me going. And in order for me to not hate this page, to not delete it, to not call it quits, I need to make this switch back to AO3 and the chance for a larger audience. And I truly hope you can understand why I am doing this. I truly hope that even though the vast amount of my works will now be technically "free" that you still remain a member of my Patreon as those "free" works are only possible due to this site. 

And to anyone reading this now on my Tumblr, please read the above. I only continue to post because of the financial support on my Patreon. There is now going to be a burst of content posting on my AO3 and lots more to come, but please don’t ever think that this is “free” because it was not free. 

And this isn’t to tell you to go join my Patreon (although if you’d like to, please feel free) but to remind you that it costs nothing to leave a comment on a story that you read and that doing so means everything to the creator. Please don’t see this change as just an endless buffet of fanfiction to consume. Please see it as what it is: a chance to engage, to be a part of a fandom, and to support a creator whether that’s financially emotionally or both. 

A gentle reminder that Patreon on the whole was never meant to be just a "how much can you get" type of site, but a way to show your support to creators you enjoy with little bonuses as incentives to check out higher pledged tiers and to stick around so the creator keeps wanting to make more content to share. This page will still have all the bonuses it has always had: the FMs, the previews and bonus snippets, the ability to commission, and, in the event they happen, all of the events and contests :) 

I'm sad that this change didn't work out the way I had hoped, but there's no such things as failures; it has been a learning experience. Thank you all for your patience with me as I muddle through this and try to make the best choices for my own mental health ♥ Thank you to all for your financial support of this Patreon that allows me to keep writing and thank you so much to all those who comment and engage and inspire me to keep writing ♥

Much love,

Icy