#i’ve only found about three or four memories so far and i know this is a completely far-fetched conspiracy but it’s fun to think and theori

[comixandco]

Tears of the Kingdom isn’t the first time we’ve heard the phrase The Imprisoning War in Zelda lore

It’s also the term used in the Downfall Timeline as a precursor to LttP when Ganon was unleashed from the Sacred Realm and the King and the Sages rushed to fight the Demon King and re-seal the Sacred Realm, with no mention of a hero

Could TotK Imprisoning War and the LttP Imprisoning War be one and the same, with specific details being lost to time by the beginning of the game?

[solarmorrigan]

So this started out as some scribbly thoughts on FTM Steve and devolved a little bit into smutty Steddie rambling. As happens. So anyway, explicit text below the cut, click through at your own discretion, et cetera

Warnings(?) for some clumsy language and hints of period-typical transphobia; some discussion of Steve and Nancy together, but only for Steddie purposes. This is mostly just silly

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“So, wait, you slept with how many girls in high school, and still managed to keep this a secret?” Eddie asks, brows climbing his forehead.

“Not as many as rumor would’ve had you think.” Steve shrugs. “Like maybe four? The rest, I just… didn’t discourage when they exaggerated. Helped my image.”

Eddie can’t help but snort. He’s glad Steve outgrew that image. “Still, four is a lot to keep a lid on. All of them agreed not to tell and then just – didn’t?”

“Actually, most of them never found out. It was only–” Steve pauses, eyeing Eddie cautiously, as if talking about his past female sexual conquests with his current boyfriend is fine, but what he’s going to say next will be a bridge too far. “It was only Nancy who ever knew.”

Ah.

Ah, yes. Nancy. Nancy Wheeler. Steve’s one true love.

Until now, Eddie fiercely reminds himself. He eyes the t-shirt that is very much his that Steve is very much wearing and slides over the jealousy to address his more pressing question.

“Okay, how did you have sex with at least three other people without them finding out you don’t have a–” Eddie stops short, fumbles for a moment, “a, uh, conventional dick?”

Steve snickers. “Nice save. And, uh – I never actually took off my pants. My talents are in other areas, and I always provided enough of a distraction that they didn’t seem to notice when I just… took care of myself.” He wiggles his eyebrows at Eddie, who can’t help but give him the laugh he’s looking for. “It didn’t say flattering things about my stamina, but multiple orgasms are a pretty good bribe. I got good reviews.”

“Huh.” Somehow, Eddie can’t help but feel impressed; he doesn’t quite understand why Steve had felt the need to do it at all—still doesn’t really understand Steve’s drive for popularity when he’d been in high school—but he can admit the skill in the subterfuge. “But you told Wheeler?”

He’s not sure why he’s asking. A part of him, he thinks, wants to make sure Steve had been able to tell her on his own terms, rather than having his hand forced.

Steve shifts, shrugs. He doesn’t look sad, but he’s maybe a little melancholy.

“Nance wasn’t… temporary, for me. She wasn’t a fling, and I didn’t want to hide from her. And it’s the same with you.” Steve’s gaze falls heavy on Eddie. “You are the… third? person I’ve ever told. I want you to know just– all of me.”

Eddie reaches out, grabbing for Steve’s hand; he’s pretty sure he’d be physically incapable of stopping himself from somehow touching Steve after an admission like that.

A thought is beginning to form, however, leading back to what had started this conversation in the first place. Eddie would bet anything that if Wheeler was the first person Steve told, then Buckley was the second.

And that meant only one person Steve had slept with had ever known all of him – but just how much of all of him had Wheeler been interested in?

“How’d she take it? Wheeler, I mean,” Eddie asks, as casually as possible while his thumb is still stroking Steve’s knuckles.

“Uh… pretty good, actually. She was kinda surprised, and she wanted a little bit of time to come around to the idea, but I think she was mostly just bothered that she didn’t figure it out before I told her.” Steve smiles, distantly fond. “But after that, she was cool. We didn’t talk about it much, but I knew that I could talk to her if I wanted to. I’d never had that before. It was… nice.”

It does sound nice. It had probably been the first time anyone had ever been close to accepting every part of who Steve is, and Eddie feels almost bad about turning the memory to sex.

Almost, but not quite.

“So… she was cool with…” Eddie’s eyes flash down below the belt, obvious and significant, “getting involved?”

A sly grin spreads over Steve’s face as he catches Eddie’s eyes. “Are you trying to ask what Nancy and I did in bed?”

Eddie throws his hands up in defense, forgetting for a moment that he’s holding one of Steve’s hands and pulling it up with him. “I’m just trying to figure out what I’m working with here,” he insists, smiling a little too hard to be innocent. “Now, you insinuated you have talents in the oral and digital departments—which I am very interested in, by the way—but what I want to know is what’s been done for you.”

Steve eyes Eddie like he’s considering whether or not to answer, but the way he’s licking his lips says he’s already decided, even if he doesn’t quite realize that himself.

“She… definitely didn’t mind being involved,” he says finally; there’s a slight stain of pink gathering at the tops of his cheeks that Eddie sort of wants to bite. “She would finger me. Sometimes she’d go down on me, but I think we both enjoyed it more the other way around. I think she liked seeing me get myself off while I did it, and I– definitely liked that, too.”

Eddie makes the mistake of imagining it: Steve on his knees, fingers buried in his cunt, wet and dripping, his hips jerking down onto his own hand, maybe kneeling between Eddie’s legs while he does it, maybe looking up through his lashes while he sucks Eddie’s cock.

A little noise escapes Eddie.

“How about… toys?” he manages after a moment. He’s leaning closer now, raptly watching the way the flush on Steve’s face darkens. “You ever try those?”

“I have a… a couple,” Steve says, voice gone low and rough, his eyes fastened now to Eddie’s mouth. “We didn’t use them together, though, they’re just mine.”

Oh, they’re going to revisit that. They are absolutely going to revisit that, but right now Eddie is on a mission. He won’t let himself be distracted.

He slides closer, practically on top of Steve now, one hand on his hip and the other spread warmly over his ribs.

“Never thought about a strap?” he asks.

Steve shrugs, not nearly as nonchalant as he’s pretending. “Thought about it, never quite got there.”

��Which way were you thinking? Would you have worn it? Or…” Eddie is going out on a limb here; just because Steve has a pussy doesn’t mean he likes the idea of penetration, but Eddie has a hunch. “Or would it have been the other way around?”

A sharp breath escapes Steve’s chest. “Do you want that?” he asks, soft, almost hopeful.

Eddie strokes a thumb across his ribs. “Want what?”

“To fuck me.”

This time it’s Eddie who goes breathless. “Is that even a fucking question?” he demands, and then, in case he wasn’t clear, adds, “I would want very much to do that, yeah. If you want me to.”

“I wasn’t sure if you would,” Steve says. “I mean, I know you’re strictly into guys, and I don’t exactly have… a conventional dick.”

“You’re not gonna let that one go, are you?” Eddie asks, eyeing Steve’s smirk.

“We’ll see,” Steve says, which likely means no.

“Fine. But Steve,” Eddie reaches up, cupping Steve’s face in his hands, “I am one hundred fucking percent into you. You are a guy. You are an incredibly hot guy whose pants I have been wanting to get into forever, no matter what you’ve got in there.”

Steve smiles, and Eddie caresses the corners of it with his thumbs.

“Well, you do seem to prefer the weirder shit, anyway,” Steve murmurs.

“Not weird. Different,” Eddie says, and Steve makes a face at him but readily allows him the kiss he presses in for after that.

“So have you…” Steve starts, once they’ve broken apart, “ever been with a guy with my, uh– sort of equipment?”

Eddie would make fun of how awkwardly the words had tumbled out if he hadn’t suddenly been feeling a bit awkward himself.

“Not, uh, exactly.” Steve raises an eyebrow at him and Eddie amends snappishly, “okay, fine, not at all, no.”

“But you’re open to it?” Steve checks, as if the way Eddie has pressed against him like a needy cat has left any room for doubt.

“More than open,” Eddie says. “I might just, y’know– need some direction? To start with?”

“Directions, huh?” Steve smirks. “I can work with that.”

Eddie has no doubt that he can – and that Eddie will enjoy every second of it.

[massivedrickhead]

I hope i’m not late but i’m a sucker for protective Beca / only being a softie when it comes to Chloe, and this prompt seems like a perfect fit : “Are you afraid to fall asleep because you think you’re gonna have a nightmare?” so can I put the request in? 🥹 thanks in advance either way love your work

I'm honestly having so much fun with these prompts. I can't remember the last time I wrote and posted this consistently.

So thank you for sending this, and to everyone who's sent them so far!

16. “Are you afraid to fall asleep because you think you’re gonna have a nightmare?”

Prompt taken from here

Read on AO3

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“Are you afraid to fall asleep because you think you’re gonna have a nightmare?”

Chloe rubbed her eyes and shrugged, avoiding looking at Beca. 

“Because it’s okay if that’s what it is,” Beca said. “You don’t have to be, like, embarrassed or anything.”

Chloe let out a soft laugh of disbelief. “Who still gets nightmares in their 20s?” Chloe asked, still not meeting Beca’s eyes. “What am I, six?”

Beca frowned. “Lots of people still get nightmares. I don’t think it’s got anything to do with age.”

“It’s stupid,” Chloe said, wiping away the tears that kept filling her eyes. She felt frustrated. Embarrassed. And tired.

So tired. 

“It isn’t stupid,” Beca said. Chloe rolled her eyes in response. 

“It isn’t smart.”

“If our roles were swapped would you be calling me stupid?” Beca asked. “Would you say I was embarrassing?”

“Of course not,” Chloe said.

“So don’t say it about yourself,” Beca said. 

Chloe shrugged again. “It’s how I feel,” she said. “I should know better than to be this freaked out over something that isn’t even real.”

“Sometimes fear is like that,” Beca said. “Take me and spiders. I know they aren’t going to hurt me, but I’m still terrified.”

The ghost of a smile appeared on Chloe’s face, and Beca took that as a small victory.

“You need to sleep, Chlo’,” Beca said. “You can’t keep going like this. Tell me how to help. What do you need?”

“I need to not be afraid,” Chloe said. “I don’t know how you fix that.”

Beca sighed and looked around the room, as if a solution to their problem might suddenly jump out.

“You’ve had them every night this week?” Beca asked.

Chloe nodded. “Always the same thing. I’m being chased through the house but I can’t run away fast enough. He’s always just right behind me. No matter where I hide, he finds me. And just before he kills me, I wake up.” Chloe shuddered just at the memory of it. She’d had it every night this week, and every time she’d woken up in the early hours of the morning and been completely unable to go back to sleep. She was running on three or four hours of sleep a night, and it was starting to take its toll. 

“What’s your usual bedtime routine?” Beca asked. “Do you, like, listen to music or anything, or are you one of those weirdos who goes to sleep in absolute silence?”

Chloe laughed. “Silence,” she said. “I put on my pyjamas, brush my teeth, read for a little while, and then I fall asleep. Only lately I’ve been pushing my bedtime later and later, reading for longer, until I literally can’t keep my eyes open. Then I fall asleep, have the nightmare, wake up, and just stay awake.”

Beca thought for a minute. “What if we switched up your routine?”

“In what way?” Chloe asked.

Beca checked her phone. It was pushing 10 pm now, which was a little earlier than either of them normally went to bed. “Get yourself sorted for bed and come up to my room. Amy is out with Bumper tonight.”

“Okay,” Chloe said, willing to try anything at this point. 

About 10 minutes later, Chloe was knocking on Beca’s bedroom door.

“Come in,” Beca said. 

Chloe entered and found Beca sitting on her bed, also in her pyjamas, typing on her laptop.

“You’ve got a choice,” Beca said. “You can either get in with me or take Amy’s bed.”

Chloe raised an eyebrow and approached Beca’s bed. “Like you even have to ask.”

Beca smiled. “I don’t like to assume,” she said. “Okay, have you got like a TV show or movie that you’ve seen so many times you could probably say it word for word?”

Chloe thought. “Probably Friends,” she said.

“Any particular episode?”

Chloe shook her head. “Dealer’s choice,” she said.

Beca pulled up Netflix on her laptop and picked a random episode.

She shuffled over slightly so Chloe could get into the bed and get comfy.

“What are we doing?” Chloe asked once she was settled. 

Beca turned off the lamp on her nightstand and rested the laptop on her legs so Chloe could see the screen.

“We’re just watching Friends,” Beca said. She hit play and the episode started. “Can you hear it okay?”

“Yeah,” Chloe said. “It’s a little quiet.”

“But you can still hear it?”

“Yeah, I can hear it.”

The familiarness of the show began to wash over Chloe as she settled further into the bed. She let her head rest on Beca’s shoulder.

They carried on watching the show and Chloe felt her eyes beginning to close. She cleared her throat and sat up a little straighter, trying to blink away the tiredness.

“Okay?” Beca asked.

“Yeah.”

“Comfy enough?”

“Yeah,” Chloe said again, stifling a yawn. 

“Hey,” Beca said. “It isn’t bedtime yet, you can’t fall asleep.”

Chloe let out a snort of laughter, her head resting on Beca’s shoulder again.

“I feel like I’m being tricked,” she said. “Like that bit in Mary Poppins when she tells the kids they aren’t allowed to go to sleep.”

“No trick here,” Beca said. “We’re just watching Friends.”

“Uh-huh.”

They carried on watching in silence, one episode blending into the next, until Chloe was fighting to keep her eyes open.

“It’s okay,” Beca said, her voice softer than Chloe had ever heard it. “You can close your eyes. I’m not going anywhere, I promise.”

Chloe made a grumbling noise of disagreement and forced them open again. 

“You don’t have to sleep,” Beca said. “Just close your eyes and listen to the show.”

Chloe didn’t want to, but she didn’t have much of a choice. 

As she finally let them close, she felt Beca move beneath her, and Beca’s shoulder was replaced by a pillow.

It felt impossibly comfortable. 

Friends was still playing, so Chloe kept listening until it all started drifting away.

And then she was back in the empty Bellas house. Back in the darkness. Back to running away from this figure chasing her.

Only this time, she wasn’t alone. 

This time, Beca was waiting for her at the front door. Urging her forward, a hand outstretched, reaching for her.

Her hand closed around Beca’s and Beca tugged her, and they both started running.

Out of the house and away from the man.

Away from the nightmare.

She woke with a start still, but her chest wasn’t filled with panic like it usually was.

“Hey,” came Beca’s slightly raspy voice from beside her. “It’s okay. You’re okay.”

Chloe saw the laptop was still open on Beca’s lap, the light of the screen illuminating her tired face. It looked like she was working on a mix.

“You’re okay,” Beca said again. “I’m here.”

Chloe let out a shaky exhale as her shoulders relaxed. 

“I know you are,” she said, settling back down onto the bed and falling back to sleep almost immediately. 

[aotearoa20]

To Return - Part One

// Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Part Four // Part Five // Part Six

Barring the twins, it was Celegorm who was released first. Once people learned of his return he’d assumed most would be surprised. Perhaps the only ones who wouldn’t be were still in the Halls. It mattered little really, for he was here now.

He peered down the sliver lit corridors of the new dwellings of the Doriathrim. Beautiful and odd. New was perhaps a poor description. The forest had been given to the Returned Sindar long ago, ruled by Dior as his grandfather now resided in Lorien with his wife.

The Sindar build their homes in response to the forest they were in and there were no trees like these in Beleriand. Celegorm thought he was rather selfish in his relief. He doesn’t know how he’d be if this place looked much more like Doriath.

There were certainly less guards than before. The coast was clear as he slipped across the empty hall and out the window.

A breeze hit his face and he relaxed almost instantly. The trees had been his enemies on the way in, nosy messengers all to happy to whisper of his intrusion to the king. He had to bribe several of them as wells as a fair few birds and a particularly persistent fox. Even so he was almost certain he was watching eyes were observing him throughout the entire heist.

Either way he was free now. He could walk along the branches with ease, the cloak about his shoulders hiding his identity, perhaps even his presence more than well enough. The song still weaved into its making made him feel nauseous, as he pulled the hood over his head. A final jab from the elf-witch and honestly he appluaded her consistency.

He kept in the trees for as long as he dared, though high enough to avoid the usual traffic between the branches. The some of quiet conversation brought him to a halt in the shadow of the leaves. Even his eyes took a minute to spot two elves sitting and laughing in hushed voices amiss the tips of the branches.

He took a long breath and another before marching smoothly past them unobserved.

It was not until he heard the sound of the alarm that he began to descend near the edges of the forest and that is what caught him. A snare well hidden in vines and dappled light. Almost sentient as it wrapped around his ankles and strung him up with a muffled cry.

He could hear, above the blood rushing to his head, a growling laughter. But when he swung around he found to his surprise not a smug elf guard grinning down at him from the branches but one of the Ainur.

“It’s been a while Celegorm,” the Maia said.

Celegorm frowned as he squinted up at him. It had been a very long time since he was last in Valinor but his memory was not lost in the Halls.

“Do I know you?”

The creature pouted as he pushed himself of the branch, coming to crouch beside his face. Soft brown eyes seemed to stare right through to his fëa and drew an ache from his chest.

“You don’t recognise me?” he said.

“No,” Celegorm swallowed hard as he spoke, “I’ve never seen you before.”

The Maia scoffs.

The sound of the approaching March wardens was beginning to become worrisome. He couldn’t be caught. Not yet.

“Will you let me down?” He ground the panic out of his voice.

“Tell me my name first.”

“I do not know you!”

Celegorm tried to curl up so that his arms could reach the knot of the the trap but his new body was far too untrained. With much struggle and the sort of strength that came with fear his fingers brushed the rope. Only to be cuffed in the stomach by the Maia.

He growled and swiped at him but the he stepped away deftly and leaned back against the smooth bark of the tree. He stared down at him seemingly indifferent though the glint of his eyes held an unfair amount hurt.

“You are of the Hunt, of Orome’s people” he snapped and the creature nodded.

The Hunter’s Maiar often took on predatory characteristics. Talons, claws and teeth. They saw no reason to limit their forms to in one design, taking the best and most useful in their eyes of the children of both Eru and Yavanna. There was a time he was teased for his singularly elven features. He’d laughed and called them all lazy. This one seemed to have taken mostly after a wolfhound.

“Did you run with Tillion,” he asks for his sliver grey hair but the creature clicked his tongue and shook his head in a way that was almost Noldorin. The strange unease that had been building all the greater in his gut suddenly reared its head. And all the while the guards drew nearer, their footsteps no longer whispers among the trees but close enough for even untrained ears to catch.

“Celegorm you call me.” he whispered though he didn’t know why.

“It is your name.”

“None of the Ainuir have called me that since my return, you knew me in Beleriand”

“Clever little one.”

“Turko, he’s massive.” 

“Yes, but he’s still only a pup!” 

Tyelkormo stuck his tongue at his brother and tossed a treat in the air. The wolfhound leap to grab, landing with his big paws and dragging them both to the ground. 

Celegorm blinked. His face went carefully and fearfully blank. He couldn’t panic. He can’t panic. The guards are here.

“It’s for Káno, I need to get him back without being seen.”

The Maia’s expression softened.

“Let me bring him back to our mother, then the boy-king may do as he wishes with me, whatever punishment I will bear it, but please I must do this first.”

His mouth was dry and he could not say it. To do so would make a wild though a reality and he couldn’t…

“There!”

He heard a shout and the drawing of bow strings.

“Please, Huan.”

The words had barely left his lips as the Maia surges forward and cut the cord. He tried not to groan as he fell to the ground with all the grace of a newborn bird.

The shouts of soldiers ring in his ear but he barely has time to reach for the tangled wire around his feet when he find himself lifted up. His hands move on instinctively around the Maia’s neck and he pushes back his confusion to bury his head on his shoulder.

He doesn’t know what exhaustion overtook him so suddenly but before they left the trees, his eyes drew closed, resting in the arms of an old unlooked for friend.

[8bitsupervillain]

Higurashi When They Cry Hou Ch. 7 Minagoroshi pt. 23

I don’t know why exactly I seem to have less to say about the ongoing plot of this chapter compared to Tsumihoroboshi. It just feels to me like I’ve written less about this chapter than some of the others. Maybe since I’m enjoying it more I have less to complain about? Or it could be because it’s answering my questions so I don’t have to go on these long elaborate theory-crafting tangents.

Buckle up, we’re going for a ride.

The sheer amount of clenching that happened at the start of this explanation was astonishing. You could probably inserted a piece of coal and got a diamond I was so apprehensive.

But it hasn’t been explicitly called a parasite, so all’s great and perfectly reasonable explanation wise so far. I freely acknowledge I overreacted in Tsumihoroboshi. However I do also find this to be a pretty whack explanation and plot device, but I’m able to suspend my disbelief somewhat (stay tuned for Matsuribayashi, I take things slightly harder there).

I’m beginning to think there were reasons other than wanting to avoid an international incident for why the Japanese military began to disregard Hifumi Takano’s research into Hinamizawa Syndrome. It seems perfectly reasonable to me that it would be a pretty hard sell to convince your higher ups that this infection could be sold as a bio-weapon when it only affects a small percentage of your citizenry.

Unless your plan to sell this as a viable terror weapon is to have a not insignificant portion of your military go through the random tiny-ass village in the middle of nowhere, it seems like a hard sell. I think the implications that this somehow kick started the Sino-Japan war was just a very timely excuse to shut the project down.

For a brief second I wondered if this new information about Hinamizawa Syndrome tied in, in any way to the earlier stories about the Sonozakis being embroiled in that conspiracy about canned human flesh. I very quickly decided it probably doesn’t have anything to do with anything since if memory serves Shion admits in her narration that she was just making it up to screw with Keiichi and Rena.

What I wonder here is, did Keiichi actually hear Hanyuu apologizing when he was going of the deep end during the course of Onikakushi? I know at the time in the chapter itself it made it look like Rena was the one apologizing to Keiichi after he smashed her hand up with his door. But what if it was actually Hanyuu he heard, and he just mentally wrote it off as it being Rena.

I don’t think it explains it, but I can’t help but wonder how does Rika know all of this? About the Japanese war time politics, the founding of the secret organization Denver, Takano’s role in it? Did Hanyuu learn this at one point and just sit Rika down during one of her past revivals and lay it all out for her early enough so she’d retain the information across the timelines? Very excited for three screenshots from now where the VN will go “and this is how I know all this information,” and make me look stupid.

It’s not Ryukishi07’s fault, but I can’t take a legitimate organization calling itself Police Squad seriously. Maybe Lt. Frank Drebin can solve the Hinamizawa mystery for Rika.

I like the confirmation that it was an entirely unrelated group who kidnapped the construction minister’s grandson all the way back in chapter four.

I’m sure the information is out there, but I wonder how old Takano, Irie, and Tomitake are. Early thirties at minimum right? Maybe late twenties? For Irie, and Takano they’ve definitely got to be at minimum in their early thirties. Not to reveal too much information from Matsuribayashi, but these two have got to have gone through college enough to have gotten doctorates in their respective fields. Irie definitely needs to have gone through medical school since he was a practicing brain surgeon. I don’t know how much education one needs to become a bacteriologist, but I would assume it has to be at least four years minimum to become a noted and somewhat famous researcher in the field. So presuming that Irie, and Takano started college immediately after high school, their education alone would put them at around 26 when they finished school. Assuming of course they finished their high school career at eighteen. Takano you could probably handwave away that she may not have been a research scientist a particularly long time since there are characters who were keeping an eye on her due to her relationship with the doctor who researched Hinamizawa Syndrome. Irie, however doesn’t have that going for him, it’s revealed in Matsuribayashi his career suffered due to a major scandal while he was a practicing surgeon.

Tomitake meanwhile, is a lieutenant in the military. I admit that I don’t know the first thing about the military structure of other countries, and my knowledge of American military rankings is flimsy at best. But since he was selected to act a liaison between Tokyo and the Irie Clinic he must have been in the service for quite an amount of time to be trusted with this task.

Of course I acknowledge this is probably completely useless information, but it’s something I find interesting. It doesn’t affect the plot in any way whatsoever, but I think it’s a fun thing to think about.

[jeonstellate]

sunsets & silhouette dreams — range ø

johan is like her father more than she personally realizes.

⚝༄ platonic!tony stark x original character

⚝༄ mentions of kidnapping, murder, manipulation, torture, human experimentation, memory wipe, & brainwashing

⚝༄ paragraph format — 0.6K words

masterlist | s&sd masterlist

[gif’s full credit belongs solely to its owner]

⚝༄ just discovered that tags are faulty again for me for the past — possibly several — weeks now, including this week?? && i just noticed?? oml. y’all . . . i’ve been posting a lot T_T

Johan Anastasia Collins, as her pseudo-file in the S.H.I.E.L.D. database addressed her as, was admittedly dramatic.

Which, given that she didn’t even know how to properly express her feelings until three years ago, was quite ironic.

She was born to Dawn Antoinette Collins in a cold autumn morning. She was raised in a luxurious high-rise apartment in Queens, with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. As many children, she had obsessions: cars and Iron Man.

Her early childhood was like any other children born into a single-parent family who could afford one of the highest floors in the building. Her mother didn’t spoil her nor made poor attempts to fill in the void where her father should’ve been. Instead, to keep her occupied, she was enrolled in pre-kindergarten a year early and signed up for piano lessons.

Her later childhood was like any other HYDRA captive that was sculpted to be an asset. She was kidnapped as she was processing the murder of her mother. She was manipulated to think her earlier trainings were for her wellbeing, so she could finally see her father. She was tortured and experimented on to increase her value as an asset, with HYDRA going as far as replacing her hands with metal. She was wiped off of memories that made her vulnerable and human. She was brainwashed to carry out missions for the hollowed eyes playing god.

Her latest childhood had strayed far from the normalcy she had in her earlier years. Mostly because she now had the heavy weight of trauma on her shoulders. She had to relearn everything that made her human — and a child.

Reclaiming her birth name was easy. She was never attached to the names HYDRA bestowed her, so it was easy to let them go.

Adjusting to her new life was a little more challenging. HYDRA had deprived her of a lot of things throughout the years, so she had a lot to get used to.

Even now, four years after S.H.I.E.L.D. found her in an abandoned HYDRA base, she was still having trouble expressing her emotions.

Yet, as it seemed, she knew enough about effectively expressing her emotions to be dramatic.

"And do I have any say in this?" Agent Johan Collins’ arms were tightly crossed on her chest. In an instant, her doe eyes mimicked those of a fox. Calculating and hyperaware.

Director Nick Fury wasn’t fazed by the sudden change in the teenager’s demeanor. "No."

"Typical." A strong and suffocating wave of anger suddenly radiated off of her when she glared. "I never had a choice."

"Agent Stark—" Her new name felt foreign, as though it wasn’t hers to begin with. It rested uneasily on her head, like a crown that wasn’t meant for her in the first place.

Johan wiped her glare away with a short shake of her head. Once she regarded her superior again, her doe eyes were voids. The aura she radiated dropped a few degrees, but it still felt dangerous and sharp. "Is that all you need to talk to me about?"

Fury could only sigh. No one had seen her angry yet — and frankly, he didn’t want to witness it alone. "You may leave."

Johan Anastasia Stark, as her birth certificate identified her as, was a semi-stable, highly-skilled assassin who just reached her teenage years.

If that wasn’t bad enough, she also happened to be the daughter of one of the most dramatic and stubborn person Director Fury had to deal with.

Johan didn’t slam the door on her way out, like he presumably expected her to. Instead, she let the devil in.

"Stark, what are you doing here?"

next range >

[meichenxi]

ATTENTION: MXTX BOOKS ACQUIRED!!!!!

!!!! yes!!!!! you heard that correctly!!!!!  I now have copies of TGCF and MDZS in traditional chinese, vertically laid out, plus a whole bunch of other books!!

(I have just returned from taiwan; it was by far not my only purpose in going, but I also decided to stay four days extra at the end after my friend had left just so I could go a-hunting.)

I am. so unbelievably excited. and especially because, with never having a) looked at these books in chinese, b) never having read anything beyond a few lines in traditional, and c) never having read vertical formatting, they are....readable? not with a dictionary on kindle or pleco like I’ve done before to make sense of things, but readable cover-to-cover without a dictionary at all. 

that is a HUGE step for me. reading has always been a bit of a mental block and with the traditional especially and the formatting I was very much expecting it to be a strugglebus situation and don’t get me wrong, it requires a good fucking deal of mental concentration and yes, I do occasionally run my finger down the page to not lose my place like an old person, but...I’m reading them

in the last four? three? days, I’ve read, as of right now, 68 pages of tgcf volume one consecutively (as in, just from the beginning) and over 90 pages in total (+ the pages I read for the scenes I like and skipped to). and it’s so FUNNY!!! I had honestly forgotten. I’m laughing out loud at points!! I read extremely quickly in english, and also have a terrible memory, which combines into flying through books and never having any idea what happened in them - reading more slowly I feel like I can enjoy what is going on more, and appreciate just honestly how funny the writing is. it’s hilarious. xie lian is such a moron (affectionate). ‘next time, if you have to throw something, throw me and not the food, ok?’ what a loser!!!! what a guy!!!!! 

so, 68 pages in, now for an honest appraisal of where I’m at.

first, formatting. 

 the vertical layout - look, going to be honest, I kind of hate it. I’m not used to looking up and down and feel like I’m bobbing my head, and it makes scanning a line more time-consuming. on the other hand, I can feel a massive increase in speed and comfort from even when I started three or four days ago, so I think it’s a matter of practice. I noticed also that when I went to the bookstore I still have the completely hilarious and useless habit of tilting my head to look at the books. the titles of which are written vertically. 

second, traditional. 

I am reading a lot slower than I do in simplified and horizontal laid-out texts, which is not surprising. the traditional is the biggest stumbling block definitely - but it’s not as big actually as I would have thought. I’ve been picking up frequent very different characters with two or three repetitions; not enough to internalise them and read them as seamlessly as in simplified chinese, but enough to look at them, even when it’s a little jarring, and go ‘oh, that means this’ in my head. I have found that I tend to subvocalise more with a) the increase in very different traditional characters, and b) the difficulty of the text. when there are simple conversations or directions I don’t subvocalise at all, which I consider generally speaking to be a good thing as it improves your speed of reading. when there’s a lot of mid-frequency fairly different characters (i.e. ones that I have picked up in these few days but aren’t common enough to be every two lines, and that I still very much have to think about), I subvocalise a LOT. when the characters are ones that I think I probably don’t know in either traditional or simplified, or there are a lot of very confusing descriptions, I don’t subvocalise at all, even if I could by phonetic components. I just - vibe. which brings me onto the next part. 

reading traditional - the brain feeling. 

I CANNOT describe how strange it is to read traditional and how wonderful an organ the brain is. it honestly feels like magic. if you’re still reading at this point and I’m not just shouting into the void, you probably know that I can’t handwrite in chinese to save my life - what that means practically for character recognition is that you could ask me to name the components of a character I see 100000 times a day and I couldn’t do it. it’s all subconscious. I have NO memory or understanding of what radicals are used where at the best of times in simplified chinese, and it’s all done via The Vibe. 

this is EVEN stronger in traditional chinese. I have not really ever deliberately learnt or consumed any media in traditional apart from a few characters you commonly see written or appeared when I have done a little bit of Classical chinese, like 馬，為，無 etc. I also got up to about halfway through the hsk1 course on skritter for a while on one of my endless attempts to learn how to write - so that gave me characters like 歡，對，甚麼 and so forth. in total that’s....still not that much. the VIBES I get when reading, though - incredible!!!!! I see these characters (not just ones with components that are predictable in traditional forms, but fairly or very different ones) that I have no memory of ever seeing before in my life and go, oh, that feels vaguely like this one. and then I look it up and I’m right. 

some of these are things of course are not objectively difficult - if you know the two components, you can go, oh, those are the two traditional versions of the components and so stuck together is the traditional character. but since I don’t consciously know the component parts off the top of my head of more than about 12 simplified characters (rip), this feels like utter magic. I have also been guessing quite a lot based on context and radicals.

I also know I probably HAVE seen some of these characters before at some point, I just don’t remember. nevertheless. it feels amazing, especially with the ones that are not predictable and are totally different. it’s a very bizarre experience. the coolest part though is the ability to remember new characters without looking them up or ‘learning’ them - a large majority of the traditional characters I can know recognise have genuinely been learnt over the last three days. if I see them for a second or third time - they’re mine now. and that is very cool and comes with practice and NOT anything innate blah blah because when I first started, I remember looking at characters over 20 times and still not being able to remember if I had even SEEN them before, let alone what they mean. so that ability has improved a huge amount, and I think reading and learning new words within the context of that book is mostly to thank for that. 

(not really relevant to any of the above, but reading in a foreign language is so interesting, because you really notice the vocabulary the author uses again and again and again more than in your native language. for instance, mxtx is constantly saying 这下. also 莞尔 as a word for smile - xie lian is CONSTANTly 莞尔一笑 . those are the two I’ve noticed a lot so far.)

overall then:

there are plenty of individual words I don’t know, but it’s usually clear what they mean in context, and when I know I’m reading a description of someone’s elegant fingers that's all you really need to know. none of it has affected my reading experience enough to make me physically put down the book and open pleco. 

I haven’t needed the dictionary for anything so far that I can’t get from context or memory of what happens. this means that I am Reading It Reading It, as opposed to Pleco Reading It or Kindle Reading It. which feels like a huuuuuuuuge milestone and difference and you know,,,honestly tearing up a little bit!!!!! because it’s so cool and I never thought I’d get here!!!!!! 

----

with all of that in mind, my plan for reading these is just...go from cover to cover with the first volume of tgcf, but let myself - since I know the story - jump around to read and re-read the bits I like reading. I want to get at least through the first two books of tgcf before I try to tackle any of the other books that I have bought. I’m not stopping to learn vocab really without the dictionary as most of it hasn’t been necessary so far and would interrupt the reading flow, but sometimes if there is a word I have seen 238290 times I will. I have only done this a few times, however, so I think for pulling vocab from this book I will have to do it separately - i.e. choose a passage I like and write down all the vaguely useful / fun words I don’t know. 

I have also got mdzs. now. the thing here is that...I love tgcf, but I’m not as precious about it as I am about mdzs. I have also NEVER read mdzs in translation because I have hated all of them so much, so I want the first time I read it to be as smooth as I possibly can, and to get as much impact and beauty and *shakes fist* as I possibly can. so...I might put it off for a while, maybe another 6 months or so whilst I improve my reading and traditional recognition skills. we’ll see. I don’t want to dip into it in the same way, and I feel like I want to use tgcf as training wheels first. we will see!

updates soon!!! big excite!!!!!!

[jomiddlemarch]

gingerbread

2. “Drat!” Anne exclaimed. She wished to use stronger language, but somehow the idea of crying out “Struth!” felt dissatisfying and repeating, even to herself and in a whisper, any of the oaths she’d heard hired boys utter over the years must bring down the icy wrath of Marilla Cuthbert, though Anne was sure God himself would be more tolerant. After all, she was working for His good.

“What’s wrong, Anne?” Gilbert said. Diana and Jane were somewhere about, but Anne and Gilbert had been left to the far end of the room to sort through the various baskets and hampers and one ribbon bedecked crate imprinted with McNeils Finest Eggs, which Anne didn’t mind so much except for the missing apostrophe. They were working on yet another A.V.I.S. project, this time to help repair some of the church outbuildings, and it had been Diana’s idea to auction off baskets of treats baked by the girls of the town. Anne had never been quite sure why anyone in Avonlea would pay for the same baked goods their daughters, sisters and mothers made for them on a regular basis, but Diana had been so dear and excited that Anne had rallied to the cause.

“We’re short a basket,” Anne said. “We’re short a basket and we advertised there would be twenty-five and how will it look to Avonlea, to the Pyes, Gil, if we can only muster twenty-four? I can’t ask anyone who’s already made a basket to rush about and make up another one in only a few hours, not when everyone has already helped so much and it’s my own fault that I’ve misplaced one.”

“I don’t see how it’s your fault,” Gilbert said. “Are you sure there’s one missing?”

“I counted three times and while I may not be accomplished when it comes to geometry, I can manage to count to twenty-five,” Anne said, the exasperation plain in her voice. Gilbert’s hazel eyes widened a little and she bit her lip. He was only trying to help and here she was, snapping his head off. “I apologize, I shouldn’t have spoken so rudely. I suppose I’ll have to steel myself to never hearing the end of it from Josie Pye, but that’s nothing new.”

“Why don’t you just sort out the rest of the baskets and I’ll hunt around, see if I can turn up the errant wanderer?” Gilbert said. He did that now and again, used a poetical turn of phrase but in his cheerful, steady tone. It was maddeningly appealing and Anne suspected he had an inkling of her response but also that he enjoyed the leeway she allowed him to be something other than practical, logical Gilbert Blythe. She nodded and he walked off to the other end of the room and then to parts unknown as she busied herself with the most attractive arrangement she could create. It wouldn’t do to showcase McNeils apostrophe-less Eggs and run the risk of being accused of favoritism or worse, advertisement.

A few hours later, the work was done. The hall had been dusted and polished within an inch of its life, which Anne filed away as a thought to contemplate for a story, the life of the Avonlea hall, the baskets and hampers and red-ribboned egg-crate were all shown to advantage on tables covered in white tablecloths and some charming little nosegays in Marilla’s spare jam jars. True, there were only twenty-four baskets to auction, but it was the imperfections that made life interesting Anne reassured herself.

“Oh, Anne, look!” Diana called out, hurrying toward the front of the hall with a large basket in her arms. “I found it, the missing basket!”

“I’ve never seen that basket before in my life, Di, and you know I have a peculiarly acute memory,” Anne said. She took a closer look and saw the basket was filled with all sorts of gaily wrapped packages of cakes and cookies, even a squat and delightful pot of honey. She took a deep breath and smelled ginger, clove, cinnamon and nutmeg, then carefully pulled back the corner of a bundle at the top. There were a half-dozen star-shaped gingerbread cookies of uneven thickness but a definite refinement on the last time Anne had seen similar treats.

“Gil did it,” Anne said. “He ran home and he made up a basket of all the cookies and cakes his mother made this week and he baked these cookies to add something fresh!”

“It’s awfully sweet of him,” Diana said, as sly as she could ever sound. “Only fair, though, for I believe I saw him take the basket you made home with him. It was your basket trimmed with white ribbon and those bittersweet berries you found in the lane, with the lemon shortbread and the currant tea-cakes, wasn’t it?”

“It was,” Anne said. “Now I don’t know whether to scold him or thank him.”

“I know what you ought to do,” Diana said. “Bid on his basket. And win it.”

“And then what, my dear Machiavelli?” Anne said.

“Why, offer to share, of course,” Diana laughed.

[imrryr]

“post the last few lines of your WIP" meme, courtesy of @stealthnoodle. Anyone who wants to do this absolutely should! :)

So I can’t post the last few lines because this doc I’m working on today is a giant mess of completed scenes, unconnected paragraphs, and random sentences that I typed in the vain hope that I can fit them in somewhere later, but here are two as yet unconnected bits of a scene from a Mass Effect Femshep/Jack story I’ve been working on for the past 84 years.

For context, it takes place on the Citadel in a sliver of time just before Priority: Earth. Shepard, Jack, and Zaeed have joined a tournament at the Armax arena while the Normandy is being refitted. The hard part has been trying to keep a humorous tone while all sentient life in the galaxy is being methodically wiped out by the Reapers ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

She’d never liked hospitals. Who did? Lots of judgmental doctors and nurses telling you where to go and what to do and who not to throw a shockwave at. Like sorry, but that fucking Cerberus trooper they had under guard fucking deserved it. Recognized that asshole from Grissom…

Anyway, this time she kept her hands firmly clasped behind her back and patiently ignored everyone who looked at her sideways until she found the door she was searching for.

And there was Zaeed, lying on a bed with his injured foot propped up on a pillow. Every free inch of his room, the wall, the tables, the chairs, was covered in bright flowers. The sight brought a big smile to her lips. It had to be Shepard’s doing.

He lay there, looking out the window and seemingly oblivious to the utter absurdity of his surroundings.

Unable to find a place to sit, Jack settled for the edge of the bed.

“Hey, careful,” he grumbled. He slid his foot, protected inside an enormous cast, as far away from Jack as possible.

She would’ve apologized, but eh...

Instead, Jack nodded in lieu of a greeting as she looked out on the Presidium. Hospitals still sucked, but she had to admit that Huerta Memorial had a pretty sweet view. The window made up one entire side of the room, and the gentle curving arc of the Presidium stretched out before her.

A minute passed. Things got quiet. She’d spoken to Zaeed alone a few times back in the good old suicide mission days. He’d wisely kept his mouth shut that first time she’d come on board – said nothing about her tattoos or what she chose to wear, and never once asked about any of the more prickly bits of her past life (i.e. any of it).

All taken together, it had elevated him to a spot on her ‘only kill if he gets in my way’ list.

When it was just the two of them, they tended to talk about… well, take a guess. It wasn’t horticulture. She frowned, scratching the back of her hand. Today was clearly proving to be a very strange day. “When’s the operation?”

Zaeed grumbled. “Tomorrow morning. Told them it’d better be over by nightfall. Don’t want to miss the match.”

“Really excited to see us lose, huh?”

“You’d better not. I’ve got fifty thousand credits on that match. Who’s replacing me anyway?”

“Some asari chick. Supposed to be famous on Thessia or something, I don’t know.”

“Huh. She any good?”

Jack shrugged. “If she isn’t, Shepard and I will just have to carry the weight ourselves. Nothing we haven’t done before.”

Zaeed grunted. “You’re real goddamn hilarious, you know that?”

(snip)

“Can I ask you something?”

His eyes – well, the good one at least – went wide as if that innocuous question alone had blown his mind.

Still, Jack pressed on. There wasn’t, after all, anyone else she could think to put the question to. “If you asked Shepard out, where would you take her?”

Surprisingly, the answer came without a second’s hesitation. “Easy. ‘This One’s House of Plentiful Amusements. It’s that new Hanar comedy club down on Zakeera Ward.’”

“A comedy club? Really?”  

“Yeah, I figure once I asked her out, she wouldn’t stop laughing for a good three or four hours. Might as well take her someplace appropriate, right?”

She let out a long breath. What was this, Give Sarcastic Advice to Jack Day? Gritting her teeth, she asked, “And what if it was me?”

“Uh…” he visibly swallowed, “No offense, but you’re not my type.”

Fuck you, Zaeed. “No, where would I take her out?”

“Oh.” His brow furrowed. “Don’t know? Someplace with a lot of goddamned explosions, I guess. Or, judging from a year of experience, just follow her around for a day and the explosions will come to you.”

Jack hummed in thought. True enough, she thought.

“You know,” he continued, “these painkillers must be really damned powerful, because I could swear that you’re asking me for relationship advice.”

Ugh. “Forget I said anything.”

Zaeed ignored her. “Everyone’s gone fucking respectable. Kasumi’s working on the Crucible, Garrus is a military advisor, and look at you, I bet you haven’t crashed a space-station into a moon in at least a month.”

Jack rolled her eyes. “No, but I’ve thought about it,” she said with a laugh. As far as the Citadel was concerned it might be an improvement. The trick would be finding a large enough moon.

“And me, I’m sittin’ here with my thumb up my ass.”

“It’s probably too late to be having a mid-life crisis, Zaeed.”

“It’s this goddamned bed,” he said, grunting as he tried to sit up. “Gives a man too much time to think. Damned nurse took away my omni-tool. He said ‘Towers of Hanoi‘ was going to give me an aneurysm.”

“Hmm. I’ll give Kasumi a call, maybe she can hook you up with something.”

He nodded, relieved. “Look,” he said, that good eye fixed on her. “I think you should do whatever keeps the team together. When Shepard puts something together, nothing in galaxy can stop it. Only way I see us winning this fucking war.” He stretched, adding in a yawn for good measure. “Besides, I’m hoping if Shepard lets me stick around long enough she’ll hook me up with a pension plan.”

Yeah, thanks, Zaeed. The sad thing was she could picture Shepard fighting the Alliance to set something like that up. A second suicide mission to rival the first.

“Haven’t had this much fun in years. Blowing shit up and feeling like a hero afterwards? Not used to that. Feels good, you know what I mean?”

Jack sighed. Yeah. It wasn’t the worst feeling in the world.

She could only think of one thing that would make it better.

[victorluvsalice]

AU Thursday : Valicer In The Dark -- Playbook Tweaks, A Bit of Worldbuilding, Potential Scores

Been thinking more about my Valicer In The Dark AU as of late, and I have a few updates and additions to the Three Pillars and their particular version of Duskwall that I would like to share with you, as indicated by the title:

Playbook Tweaks -- While I’m pretty happy with Victor’s stats as a Whisper from the original post on this subject, I found myself wanting to tweak Alice’s and Smiler’s just slightly after writing them up. Specifically, I wanted to add a special ability to Alice’s, and an extra ability point to Smiler’s. I didn’t want to do this without a concurrent trade-off somewhere else, though (yes, I know I’m just using this for potential fic-writing purposes, not actually playing the game, but it still feels only fair!), so after some thought, this is what I’ve come up with for each of them:

Alice -- I felt like she really needed to have The Devil’s Footsteps special ability (the one that allows you to do things like jump extra high or extra far) along with Not To Be Trifled With (the one that allows you to do superhuman feats of strength or battle six people at once) at the start -- those two in concert basically cover everything she can do in the games! So, in exchange for her having two starting special abilities, I’ve decided she also starts with the Haunted trauma! This is a trauma that means you are haunted by bad things in your past and sometimes slip off into fugue states -- which meshes perfectly with Alice’s memories of the fire and Wonderland occasionally dragging her out of reality! It also means she can only take three extra traumas before having to get out of the criminal game -- usually, starting characters have four slots for having their brains broken. *shrug* Them’s the breaks!

Smiler -- After reviewing their stats vs their history, I realized that maybe I should have put that dot in Survey in Attune instead -- after all, they’ve been directly touched by their god Mar-Mal! That’s how they got the glowing yellow eyes in this verse! However, I still liked them having that dot in Survey, as it did also suit their character. So, in exchange for getting that extra starting dot in Attune, I’ve decided that Smiler has a slightly shorter stress tracker than most characters -- instead of nine slots, they get seven. Stress is something that characters can use to push themselves to perform certain feats (get an extra die while rolling a weak stat) or resist the consequences of their actions (downgrade a potentially crippling blow into one that just hurts a lot). It’s very useful, but you have to track it carefully, because once your character fills up their stress tracker, they have a mental break and gain a trauma. I figured that trading two stress slots for the Attune dot was both fair and thematically appropriate -- Smiler has lived in a cult that venerates happiness as holy for years, and was directly touched by a god of pure joy. It only makes sense that they’d be a little worse at handling stress and bad emotions!

Worldbuilding -- I haven’t fully fleshed out my Duskwall yet, but there’s a few ideas I’ve been banding around:

-->This first one is straight from the Oxventure Presents Blades In The Dark stuff -- one of Kasimir’s and Edvard’s earliest scores in Volisport was at Cab-Con, a convention for the various cabdrivers of the cities. I thoroughly enjoyed it, but as I wrapped up the episode, a pun popped into my mind referencing the even-more-powerful gondoliers faction (as more of the city is traversable by canal than by road) -- Con-Dola! XD So yeah, that’s the big convention in my Duskwall -- an annual festival the gondoliers put on where they try out new boat types, exchange stories, and have races. Members of the public can come in for a fee and bet on the boat races. It’s a fun time and everyone looks forward to it!

-->While the official book outlines a few holidays on the Duskwall calendar (the monthly Moontide celebration, Arkenvorn to honor the spirit wardens, Gratitude to honor the ascension of the Immortal Emperor to his throne (and just more general Thanksgiving stuff)), I decided we needed a Halloween equivalent as well and came up with “Devil’s Night,” where children dress up as devils and go around causing minor bits of mischief and knocking on doors for spare food and coin. The actual devils in the city are also said to offer better deals than usual, with prices that mortals are better able to pay, but people tend to be iffy about checking out if this is true or not. Because, you know, devils. There’s always someone desperate enough to try, though. . .

-->I’m still working on how the other Alton Towers coasters beyond Smiler and Wickerman would fit into this world, but I know the other secret weapons would all have various cults -- the Agents of Oblivion for, well, Oblivion (who sacrifice people to the void -- not sure if they’re trying to keep it contained or encouraging to grow yet. Maybe both, with a secret internal schism in the cult?); the Spirits of the Trees for Thirteen (who worship the poisonous trees in that one park and are trying to create more -- though perhaps a little less poisonous so they don’t immediately kill everyone they come into contact with); the Clan of the Creature for Nemesis (who worship this bizarre crab-like demon and believe it will somehow save them when the leviathan blood eventually runs out); and the Galactic Rangers for Galactica (who believe the stars are the remains of their god and that if they give her enough worship, she’ll do something about the moon that seems to keep getting either bigger or closer year by year. . .). Rita doesn’t get a cult -- rather, she’s the leader of the Speed Queens, a group of smugglers known for their insanely fast car that only she can drive properly. She is, however, involved with the head priestess of the Spirits of the Trees, even if she’s not an official member. XD

-->Very tempted to put Doc and Marty somewhere in this world, of course -- don’t know if they’d be criminals, but Doc would HAVE to be a Leech well-known for his bizarre contraptions and strange experiments with electroplasm. Probably they have the local equivalent of the DeLorean around, and Doc’s looking to get his hands on an old train. . .

-->And another one just for the funsies -- having gone through both the main book and a semi-official “cookbook” supplement (see the Supplements page -- I can recommend it, it’s a short but fun read), I have decided to pull a Fallout with this universe and declare that horses went extinct sometime during the great Shattering, and goats have taken over all of their roles. This is purely because sometimes I imagine my Three Pillars trio ending up in other worlds, and it amuses me greatly for them to go “what’s a horse?” whenever the subject comes up. XD

Scores -- Obviously, you can’t have a criminal gang and not have any crimes for them to commit! Here are some of the higher-profile missions the Three Pillars would undertake during their career:

-->Sorting out Dr. Bumby at the Houndsditch Home for Wayward Youth (their first score after getting together, and after Alice tells them what he’s up to -- their goal being to either get evidence of his misdeeds to one of the incorruptible Inspectors, or just straight-up kill the guy in a way that doesn’t leave a ghost)

-->Getting some of Victor’s stuff out of the Van Dort mansion (which involves Victor learning just how little his parents worry about his actual safety when he encounters them and all his mother can do is complain about how Victoria Everglot has now TWICE married someone else while he’s been missing; I am also SO TEMPTED to have Barnaby and Kasimir in the mansion on their OWN score to rob the place, only to run into Victor, Alice, and Smiler, and Victor to tell them “hey, help me get my stuff back and I will just GIVE you some money from the safe”)

-->Taking care of one Dr. Kelman and his Sanctuary when he puts out a bounty on the three of them, saying that they need his special “social compliance therapy” (this is how Alice and Victor learn Smiler’s birthname, and Smiler justifies the Advocates’ gray morality by saying “at least we don’t CUT THE SMILES INTO PEOPLE’S FACES BEFORE SCOOPING OUT THEIR SOULS”)

-->Acquiring rare and not-always-legal ingredients for the Golden Plum restaurant (I have this in mind as a score that would be kicked off by the first time Smiler overindulged their Pleasure vice there -- the owner and chef, having realized who they are and that they’re a scoundrel, does a little light blackmail to get the gang to help get him ingredients; part of Smiler’s price is that they get first taste of the resultant dishes, which the owner is happy to agree to)

-->Being hired by Victoria to embarrass her parents by stealing a silver egg they recently acquired and won’t stop bragging about (as you might imagine, she’s a little bitter about the Barkis thing and wants to stop them acting like it wasn’t her husband’s money that bought it; midway through the score though, things go off the rails when the egg HATCHES and produces a baby dragon -- cue the gang getting a surprise new pet)

-->Getting Alice’s Jabberwock’s Eye Staff (she needs it as her scary weapon, and I think it would be fun to make getting it an adventure -- maybe in the Lost District outside the lightning barrier?)

-->Attending Con-Dola (this would be a “joke” score where the goal is to actually have some fun in their lives; I can see Victoria hiring them for this one too, saying she needs them to do a few things there, and at the end they realize she hired them literally to have a nice day out XD)

-->And I’m kind of tempted to do something inspired by The Hangover movies and that one Skyrim quest “A Night To Remember” where, after a night of drinking, the gang wakes up in the Lord Mayor’s house not knowing WHAT happened last night (only that for some reason the lady of the house doesn’t seem to mind they’re there) and have to figure out what they did (possibly may involve them getting drunken group-married and being upset only because they didn’t realize that was an option and they would have liked to do that SOBER damn it)

We’ll see if any of these actually make “written” status! (I mean, I hope so, but with the monster of “Londerland Bloodlines: Downtown Queensland” looming over me. . .)

[trenchcoatsbi]

ON A DIFFERENT NOTE I WAS JUST POKING AROUND AND SAW THAT MOD PHIL LISTENS TO BUG HUNTER? man us philza kins all share a musical braincell i guess because holy fuck i don’t think i’ve ever run into anyone else who listens to his stuff! i’m gonna have to politely ask you to hand over more recommendations for music because you’ve got TASTE. -🌾🪶

ARNJS i am staring at you soo hard I know like two other bug hunter fans and theyre fans because I commandeered the music bot and insisted on playing all of his songs during a music vc night... Anyway we are slaying so hard rn. us phils just have the best music taste 😎

OKAY anyway this took forever cause I tried to narrow down my list but ajfanfdk I listen to a lot of stuff. god there's so much music i enjoy that I could go on forever about random songs and stuff so uh yeah... I banished my bs to under a cut for the sake of not making a post that is annoying to scroll past. enjoy whatevr i did -za

Mickey Darling!! RAHGjsA a lot of his songs are like about breakups but they're all very upbeat and fun despite the lyrics. Honestly its so funny to me I literally found him because of a fanfic that used lyrics from say that you miss me (which like god yeah the author got me... it was extremely right for the character they used it for i know cause they're literally me). you were perfect & im so sorry is vry good and also I've had somewhere else stuck in my head since it came out...

Jukebox the Ghost. okay okay they just never miss! i adore like everything they've made but uhmmm I think the cheers album is my favorite still right now like dont get me wrong i love everything they've made but ajldnf how can I not like cheers. Brass Band and I Got A Girl are so good. I will say uh shout out to It's No Secret cause its inspired several pieces of self indulgent ship art I've made.

Streetlight Manifesto... The Hands that Thieve got me out of one of my weirdest music eras. I mean it's ska punk it's not too far from the uh protest songs I was listening too, but ska was more palatable than most of the shit that I was really into for a bit. Anyway listen to If Only For Memories too its good.

LyreLeTemps! god okay so i like electroswing a lot and ashutjak just fuck man Time Train is extremely mecore when it comes to a specific kin. A lot of the music i listen to gets shifted around depending to my shifts lol. Also listen to Nanana it's a close second for my favorite song by them other than Time Train

Groundbreaking, god i've listened to this guy for so long... I think all his music is great but the Anarchy I & II are my little guys I listen to them all the time still. They practically got me through quarantine... Uhm if I had to recommend a specific songs instead of just saying listen to the Anarchy Albums maybe VIP and Beautiful people. Those two were my favorites but jsut to get somthing from anarchy listed too uhm anarchy or media star

The Wrecks god another band I listened to a lot during quarantine... Fvck Somebody and Panic Vertigo are my #1s forever but I really like their new music too. Unrequited and Sonder came out at such a good time for me, unfortunately that means I have like four writings wips that have titles that are just the lyrics of those songs...

Air Traffic Controller is another band that made quarantine bearable for me god why have the last three just been quarantine time killers. Anyway I listen to Creature of the Night a lot because I love being thematic with my music when I pull all nighters. Uhhhh other than that Anybody got a light has quickly become one of my favorites from them too

Atarashii Gakko!! This is the only non english band I'm actively a fan of rn. My friends are like big into like Kpop and I'm more of a cpop or jpop guy but like even then I almost never find a band and get super invested. but raghg the choreography and vocals just everything really scratches my brain. I really like watching their dance practices idk its just so fascinating to me. uhm okay uh Fantastico and NAINAINAI yeah those i recommend them :]

AND because I cant help myself here's some things I wanted to talk about but uh 90% of it would just be me keyboard slamming cause I cannot articulate my enjoyment of them

Circa Waves: Your Ghost & Golden Days

Good Kid: Mimi's Delivery Service

Saint Motel: Sweet Talk & Slow Dance

Rare Americans: Walking N Talkin

Burn the Ballroom: Calm Down & Crazy

Bear Ghost: Haunt the Cartoon Heart & Sirens

Andie Schoen: the prophet (you love me) & loitering

The Happy Fits: In the Lobby & So Alright, Cool, Whatever

Hobo Johnson: Peach Scone & February 15th

[uptonogoodindiememes]

One Tree Hill Sentence Meme - I Forgot to Remember to Forget

“How’s the writing going?”

“So I was doing some organizing and look what I found,”

“Go home and go to bed,”

“What time is it?”

“Almost four thirty, I couldn't sleep either,”

“I’ll get back to chasing my dreams someday,”

“We all make sacrifices,”

“You’re a part of this family, and you always will be,”

“A little early, aren’t you?”

“You were always a great player, but you’re an even better coach,”

“There’s nothing more I can teach you,”

“You’ve got to be careful, cause if you’re not, that temper of yours will be the only thing you have left,”

“I just don’t know if people are ever gonna forget the mistakes I’ve made,”

“I just don’t want you to look back down the road in a couple of years and wonder what might have been,”

“You wouldn’t mind dropping me off at the airport, would ya?”

“Basically, I work in the mail room,”

“You’re gonna get me in trouble,”

“No seriously, why do you put up with this?”

“You’re gonna have to go before you get us both fired,”

“I got dinner reservations for us at eight,”

“I get salary, benefits, and the big office,”

“Wow, that sounds very adult,”

“Crap, I’m sorry, it’s work,”

“Can’t you at least stay for desserts?”

“You did not have to do that,”

“Hey, when’d you get here?”

“I love you, and I want us to be together forever,”

“Look, yesterday was a great day,”

“I’m sitting on the bus, and I realize that none of my great days in my life, matter without you,”

“You’re the one I want next to me when my dreams come true, and you’re the one I want next to me if they don’t,”

“As long as I have you, nothing else matters,”

“It’s just not as simple as all of that, okay? I mean there’s a lot we have to talk about,”

“Right now, this is my home and the only thing it’s missing is you,”

“We’ve seen each other three times in the last year,”

“We’ve already grown so far apart, who knows where we’ll be a year from now,”

“If you can’t trust that our love can make it for one year, I don’t understand how we can be talking about forever right now,”

“I am not saying no, I’m saying not now, I want to marry you someday,”

“Don’t do that, okay? Don’t pull away from me, I want us to be together, I love you so much,”

“They’re publishing my novel,”

“I don’t care who your father is,”

“We’re talking late hours, long nights, heated arguments, it’ll probably feel like we’re married,”

“I just wanted to say thanks you, for changing my life,”

“We should be celebrating not complaining,”

“I’m really glad you’re enjoying this,”

“I think you’re saying that because you’re hurt, and I get it, but I don’t think you really mean it,”

“You know what? I think we need to get drunk, really really good and drunk,”

“Who knew that the ring trick would get us free drinks all over midtown?”

“The bed is spinning,”

“I think that might have been the second stupidest thing you’ve done in the last twenty four hours,”

“I’m gonna go, and you probably won’t see me for a while,”

“I’ve been calling you all night,”

“Thank you, for supporting me, and helping me get my dream back,”

“It’s uh. . . bamboo, it’s supposed to bring luck,”

“You still taking a trip down memory lane?”

“You should never be ashamed of your achievements,”

“You ever wonder if we chose the right paths?”

[saintlike78]

Flinch [Poly Marauders]

A/N: I’ve been reading a lot of poly Marauders fics and I got inspired to write my own. It’s very different than what I’m used to, and I give 100% credit to @randomoutsiders for the inspiration; please go read their work, it’s so good!

Also, this fic tackles some trauma about domestic abuse, so if this is a trigger PLEASE DO NOT READ. If you are ever abused in a relationship, please remember it’s never your fault and there are so many ways to get help.

International woman’s house crisis hotline (770-413-5557). https://internationalwomenshouse.org/get-help

Pairing: Poly! Marauders X fem!reader

Words: 3.1k

Summary: poly Marauders. You aren’t a stranger to being spanked, but Sirius tries to slap you without talking it through first, him not knowing it brings back past trauma. You’re shocked, but the boys take it as you liking it, so you power through. But the next day you flinch under normal setting, alerting the boys to something being wrong.

Warnings: TW! Mention of past abuse!, NSFW 16+, vaginal sex, oral (male receiving), polyamorous relationship, spanking, face-slapping, mention of subsbace, Dom!Remus, Dom!Sirius, Soft-dom!James, Sub!reader, degradation, praise, mention of cum, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it).

NSFW starts just below the cut!

Tears were streaming down your face as you tried to take Sirius’ cock as far down your throat as possible. Your arms and legs were shaking with the effort of keeping yourself up on all fours, as Remus pounded into you from behind. James was sitting beside you stroking your back and fisting at his own cock trying to reach his own high by watching you get destroyed by his two boyfriends.

Remus landed a firm slap on your ass making you jolt forwards, making you gag around Sirius.

“Such a little cockslut, can’t even take my cock without gagging” Sirius taunts, making you whine around him.

That’s when Sirius decides to try something none of the boys had tried before, he landed a slap across your face, a sharp sting on your cheek, and a red mark starting to form. Your mind was fuzzy, but panic set in and distant memories made their way to the front of your mind.

Right as Sirius had slapped you, your walls clenched around Remus and your eyes widened with panic, but Sirius took this as a look of surprise and assumed you liked it and he was pulled deeper into that thought when Remus spoke “I think she liked that Pads, she’s squeezing me like a vice,” he landed another slap on your ass, “isn’t that right bunny?”

Your mind was so fuzzy with both pleasure and panic you couldn’t do anything but whimper around Sirius.

“Fuck, princess take it” Sirius groaned as he started to twitch in your mouth, his cum filling your mouth, which you swallowed dutifully.

Sirius moved aside and let James stand in front of you and slowly put his own member inside your mouth. He let out a low groan at the feeling of your warm mouth around him and he wasted no time as he started to fuck into your mouth.

Behind you, Remus was rutting faster into you, growing close to his own release.

James was stroking your hair, being the softest of the three doms and keeping you grounded.

Sirius snaked his hand underneath you and found your swollen clit and started drawing fast circles on it, making you moan loudly around James’ cock.

“There you go, cum for us,” Sirius said as he applied more pressure to the swollen nub.

Your whole body shook as you came, your arms almost failing you.

The feeling and sight of you cumming made Remus moan loudly and spill his seed into you. James reaching his own high seconds after. Both boys slowly pumped into you, riding out theirs and your high, and slowly pulled out. As soon as they were out, you collapsed on the bed, your legs twitching slightly as you tried to catch your breath.

James chuckled softly and got up from the bed to grab a washcloth to clean you up.

“Such a good girl, you did amazing for us,” Remus said as he slowly rubbed your back to calm you down. The fuzz in your brain slowly disappearing as James came back and started to clean you, trying to be as quick as possible to not make you uncomfortable because of the sensitivity.

As James was cleaning you, Sirius had gotten up and fetched the four of you some clothes to wear, and helped you put it on.

As the fuzz had completely lifted from your brain, it was replaced with slight panic again, you knew the boys wouldn’t hurt you, but what if they wanted to. You hadn’t discussed with them that they couldn’t slap or hit you, but you didn’t know you had to. The thoughts were swarming around your mind, but you tried to keep calm and collect yourself, you didn’t want them to be mad at you.

“Okay princess, do you want to sleep in my bed tonight?” Sirius asked, opening his arms for you.

“No,” you said way too fast, but quickly added, “I mean, it’s Jamie’s turn.”

Sirius let his arms drop and frowned, “fine, but then you owe me tomorrow night and the next time we nap,” he said.

You nodded and turned to crawl into James’ bed, but were interrupted by Remus clearing his throat.

“Aren’t you going to give us a goodnight kiss, bunny?” He asked with a lifted brow.

You quickly made your way over to the scarred boy and stood on your toes to reach his lips. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, “goodnight.”

Remus kissed you back and wrapped his arms around you, giving your body a squeeze.

“That’s okay, bunny... are you still a little fuzzy? Because we can’t go to bed yet if you are,” he asked, wanting to make sure you were completely back before you went to sleep.

You just shook your head, “I’m fine, I’m here.”

Remus nodded and let you go to Sirius.

Sirius leaned down and gave you a long kiss, you tried to reciprocate, but you stood awkwardly as the raven-haired boy kissed you.

“Goodnight, love you,” you said quietly and quickly.

“Love you too, princess,” Sirius said but was slightly confused as to why you seemed so off.

You quickly made your way back to James, who was now lying under his blanket waiting for you.

As you got under the covers you snuggled close to him and he draped his arm over your waist.

“Goodnight, darling,” James whispered.

“Goodnight, Jamsie,” you whispered back, your voice almost nonexistent due to fatigue.

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You made your way towards the common room after your last class of the day. You had woken up that morning still a bit weird in the head, the panicked state not quite leaving because of you being constantly afraid. You knew that they wouldn’t hurt you, of course, you knew that... but that’s what you thought about him as well, but you had been wrong before.

The last class of the day you had had without any of your boyfriends, so you were now making your way back on your own.

You walked through the portrait hole and made your way up the stairs towards the dorms. Normally you would be heading towards the boy’s dorms, your room basically being with your three boys, but tonight you decided to head towards your own dorm.

Your dorm room was empty, and you were grateful for the opportunity to be alone for a while. You decided to skip dinner and instead opting to grabbing a book and reading it whilst lounging on your bed.

You were so engrossed in your book you hadn’t noticed the time and suddenly the door opened, making you look up from your book for the first time in what felt like forever.

Lily and Marlene walked through the door but following them were the three boys you had avoided (not intentionally).

“Hi,” you said, your voice small.

“Hi bunny, why weren’t you at dinner and why are you in here?” Remus asked, the three boys making their way over to you and sitting beside you on the bed.

“I was reading and forgot about the time, I wasn’t really hungry,” you said as you started to fiddle with your fingers.

“Okay, you know we don’t like it when you don’t eat, but it’s fine... let’s just go to our room,” Sirius said. You couldn’t make out the tone of his voice and it made you nervous, so you just nodded and got off of the bed.

You said bye and goodnight to the girls and followed the boys to their dorm.

You stood in the middle of the room and your heart jumped a little when the door closed.

You started to fiddle with your hands again, a nervous habit of yours.

Sirius stood in front of you with a concerned frown, but you mistook it as an angry frown and dipped your head in submission.

“Princess, you know not to fiddle, and please look me in the eyes when I’m speaking to you, it’s rude not to,” Sirius said.

You lifted your head and looked at his face, you then looked between him and the two boys sitting on Remus’ bed, both looking at the situation unfold.

“I’m sorry,” you said, your voice small.

Sirius just shook his head and lifted his hand to run it through his hair, but you didn’t get to see his hand reach his hair before panic surged through your body, and your flinched, turning your head to the side and closing your eyes waiting for the impact.

You whimpered and a quiet “no” left your mouth.

Both Remus and James stood from the bed, both completely taken aback by what just happened.

Sirius’ hand halted and he dropped it again, his heart dropping to the floor watching your figure crumble in front of him.

You backed away a little, eyes still closed. You had forgotten that you weren’t allowed to flinch remembering it would only be worse when you did.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you repeated, your whole body trembling.

The three boys looked at each other, none of them knowing how to approach this, not wanting to frighten you more than they had.

Sirius was the first to do anything as the guilt took over and controlled his actions before his brain could tell him to stop.

He took a step towards you and wrapped his arms around you, making you jump again and let out a frightened gasp.

“I’m so sorry baby, I wasn’t going to do anything, I would never, please, I’m so sorry,” Sirius spoke, panic clear in his voice.

You collapsed against him, tears streaming down your face as you sobbed into his chest.

Remus and James quickly made their way over to you and wrapped their arms around both you and Sirius, holding you up.

You just kept mumbling almost silent ‘I’m sorries’.

“Shhh shhh, don’t be sorry, what happened bunny?” Remus asked, slowly caressing your back in hopes of calming you down, but you couldn’t answer him just yet.

After a while, your sobs slowly died down and the only sounds to be heard were your soft sniffles.

You lifted your head slowly and looked into Sirius’ eyes, his eyes already staring at your face trying to decipher what had happened.

You didn’t know what to say, the panic you felt before slowly evaporating, instead, you wrapped your arms around Sirius’ waist and squeezed him.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered.

“Stop apologizing, my love, you have nothing to apologize for,” Sirius said quietly, still afraid that he would frighten you again.

“Can we sit down?” You asked, your legs starting to ache from trying to keep yourself up, even if most of your weight was being carried by your three boys.

“Of course, baby,” James answered, and they led you to Remus’ bed where you all sat. Remus sat with his back against the headboard and led you to sit between his legs with your back to his chest. James took a seat beside you with his body turned towards you and took one of your hands. Lastly, Sirius sat crossed-legged in front of you and took your other hand and intertwined your fingers with his, to both comfort you, but also himself as guilt still surged through him.

You caressed Sirius’ hand with your thumb and squeezed his hand, knowing that you scared him with your reaction.

“You don’t have to tell us anything you don’t want to, but we want to listen if you do want to tell us. We just want to help you and we’re not at all angry, we love you and just want you to feel safe with us, we never want you to be scared of us,” Remus started, his arms making their way around your middle to feel as close to you as possible and show you that he’s there.

You let out a long breath, trying to calm down because you did trust your boys and you wanted them to know that they did nothing wrong.

“So,” you started and cursed yourself for the shakiness of your voice, “you know that before I was with you three, I was with Thomas, you know before he moved to America?”

The three boys nodded but didn’t say anything, waiting for you to continue.

“Well.. uhm... we were together for a while, as you know, but he had slight issues with anger,” you continued, your breath still shaking and your voice breaking a couple of times.

Sirius, who was no stranger to people with anger issues, already had an inkling about where you were going. He could feel the anger start to fill his body but tried to keep his cool as you continued.

“He used to... h.h..hit me and he didn’t like it when I would flinch because he said he wouldn’t hurt me, b..but...” you were trying your hardest to get through your story, but your voice was breaking and fresh tears were weighing down your eyes.

“... he did, a lot and I know you guys never would, but it’s just always in the back of my mind.”

Sirius, James, and Remus were all shocked, they had all been friends with Thomas, not good friends, but friendly.

James was speechless, Remus's eyes filled with tears. Sirius was silently fuming with anger over anyone ever laying a hand on you and that’s when he realized he himself did, albeit during sex, but he still did. The anger was quickly replaced with guilt and sadness and all your weird behavior, especially towards him,

now made sense.

Before he had a chance to say anything the tears spilled from his eyes, catching the attention of yourself, James, and Remus.

“I’m so sorry, I would never have done it if I had known, I was so stupid, I should have talked to you about it first,” Sirius cried.

“No, you couldn’t have known! It was my fault for not telling you tha..” you tried to tell Sirius, but you were swiftly interrupted by the man himself. He grabbed your face in his hands and looked you in the eyes, “it was not your fault, never was, it was my fault for not asking you if it was alright before I did it and not even realizing that you weren’t enjoying it,” Sirius stated, making sure that his point came across.

You just nodded and leaned your head further into his touch, making Sirius’ heart skip a beat and he let out a shaky breath of relief.

“Thank you so much for telling us, our darling girl,” James said, stroking your cheek with his free hand.

Remus grabbed your waist and lifted you up, so you were situated on his lap, your side towards him. He kissed your temple and proceeded to say, “please tell us if we ever do anything to make you the least bit uncomfortable and we will stop immediately, we never want to hurt you or make you feel like you can’t talk to us or tell us when something is wrong.”

Sirius continued on from Remus, “we love you so much beautiful girl and again I’m so sorry for scaring you and laying a hand on you.”

“I forgive you; I know you didn’t do it with vicious intent, you only thought I would enjoy it and you couldn’t have known that I wouldn’t. I love you all so much, I’m so happy to have you all in my life,” you said as you leaned your head on Remus’ shoulder, your eyes growing heavy as fatigue took over your body because of all the emotions you felt in such a small amount of time.

“We’re the lucky ones, and lucky for you, you’re stuck with us forever,” James said with a huge grin, causing you all to let out a laugh, knowing that what he said was true. You couldn’t imagine yourself being with anyone else.

“You want to go to sleep, Bunny?” Remus asked, stroking your hair slowly, lulling you into a sleepy state, causing you to yawn.

“Mmhm,” you let out a sound of agreement.

“Okay let’s get ready for bed then,” James said as he got up to look for a shirt of theirs you could wear to sleep.

After having Remus help you get ready for bed and returning from the bathroom back into the room you stopped in the middle of the room, having to choose who to cuddle with that night.

Sirius didn’t want to push you, in your somewhat fragile state, but still very much in need of your comfort and reassurement.

You timidly made your way towards where Sirius was sitting shirtless on his bed and stood between his open legs, his hands instinctively finding placement on your hips.

“Can I sleep with you tonight?” You asked, not knowing why you had gone all shy.

“Of course, you can, our sweet girl, you don’t ever have to ask,” Sirius said and gave your hips a squeeze. His stomach leaping with excitement and relief.

You leaned down and kissed his forehead and left his grasp to kiss both Remus and James goodnight.

Sirius was waiting for you to finish before making his own way over to the two boys to also say his goodnights.

“Don’t worry Sirius, she’s not mad or scared, she was just shocked,” Remus Whispered for only Sirius to hear before he made his way back to the bed where you were waiting for him.

Sirius got under the covers first and opened them so you could slip in.

You laid facing Sirius, his arms around you holding you as close to his body as possible, legs intertwined, one of your hands resting on his chest and the other resting on his cheek.

“I love you so much, I can’t even explain it. If I ever see that horrible excuse for a man I will hex him into oblivion,” Sirius whispered, the first part sweetly, but his whisper got more aggressive as the sentence progressed.

His statement made you giggle; you knew he was being serious (pun intended) and you felt your heart swell with love at how safe you felt with them.

“I love you; I hope we never do see him, but I know I can always count on you, I feel so safe with you.”

Sirius’ eyes filled with tears (again) at your words, it was all he ever wanted.

He gave your body a squeeze and pulled you even closer if that was even possible, and you buried your face in the crook of his neck breathing in his masculine scent.

Sirius’ soft breathing and steady heartbeat lulled you to sleep, and you knew you always would be safe with not only him, but all three of your boys.

[ace-of-gay]

Fools be shamed

Part 1 of when help creates one hell of a comeback

Word count: 909 words

Warnings: angst, mentions of murder, abuse, break ins, blood, knife, flashbacks, trauma, manipulation etc. Reader gets called whore as an insult.

Im being 100% serious if any of this is a trigger for you in any way dont read it, the warning is there for a reason, you are responsible for your media consumption especially when theres a warning.

No gender, skin color, weight or height implied or written

Edited to the best of my ability

Pt.2 series master.

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missed call*

*missed call*

>[Sarah please]

*missed call*

>[Please, he’s here, Alec is here]

>[I don’t know how he found me but he’s here]

<[I’m here, oh god what’s happened?]

<[are you okay?]

>[ I’m okay right now just shaken up, Alec found me]

>[my tires are slashed so i went inside to call a tow truck and he came running up, i got inside and locked my door but he’s pounding on it and yelling]

<[ I’m on my way, I’m calling Sam, stay hidden I’ve got the spare key]

<[ you’re going to be okay]

A very familiar rush of panic fills your body, the memory of leaving and the fear of terrible events happening over again, he’s ruthless, you’ve watched him murder people who got in his way and you know he will do so to you without any second thought if you posed any threat to his future, especially now as he’s taken a lead position in hydra.

Silencing your phone you pull out the only pocket knife you have near you, dull but serrated it’ll do the job if needed.

Tucking your knees to your chest and your eyes clenched shut, there is no space for breathing in this moment your bedroom door locked and yourself tucked in the back of the walk in closet; you can clear as day hear the boards of the doorframe splintering, just like they had the night you left seven months ago and by the grace of any god there may be, you aren’t going back.

He’s in, the door slams open and you can hear his boots thud through the apartment. Going to the farthest points, turning your home upside-down in attempts to find you, glass or maybe porcelain shattering, things being thrown before everything goes silent.

"You cant hide forever you whore, I’m here now, might as well give up the fight" slow meticulous steps rounding closer to your room

Your bedroom door busting at the hinges and falling to the floor.

*hurry up Sarah please*

It was just seconds into the room and he found you beneath a pile of blankets and discarded clothes in the back of your closet.

His grip on your wrist pulling you out of the closet and throwing you on the floor, the knife tumbling out of reach when you go to catch yourself; looming over you, his arms flailing, urging your body to flinch, his voice loud as ever but the rushing in your ears making his shouts sound like nothing.

The rushing canceling out the screeching of tires skidding to a halt outside, followed by two more vehicles, all they had to do was follow the sound of the shouting, surely a neighbor has called the police by now, three more sets of boots come trudging in but instead of hearing them this time you could feel them.

He must have brought accomplices; by than your mind had completely fogged over, with at least two possibly more people to ring out the dirty work, curling in on yourself for just seconds.

High school sweethearts turned tart as you said, he never talked about his family, never talked about his home, you had absolutely no idea it was superficial. at most you assumed he had a bad home life and that’s not terribly far off from the truth it just wasn't the entire picture.

Graduating at the top of your class together he took your heart and made it his, after four years of being together starting from your freshman year becoming an independent adult in what you thought was a successful relationship felt like being on top of the world you moved in with him when he got his first apartment and just a few months later had you wrapped around his finger, you were blindsided, convinced you’d be going to your dream college to pursue your dream, that was far from what he had planned.

You moved to a dark part of Rochester, crime ridden streets kept you scared and under his wing of false safety.

The day he came home his boots covered in blood is the day you realized you’d fallen into a mess of a lie.

That was the day he first laid hands on you, that night your blood joined the stains on his boots and he forced you to wash it off before the morning.

From than on he made it impossible for you to do anything without his permission, you lost all contact with friends and family, he put controls on your phone and restricted everything, you never got to go to college and barely got to have a job.

You were to keep your mouth shut and your eyes down, three years in his abuse and control, lying to several medical professionals when injuries were too bad to fix at home or cover with make-up you finally gained enough hope and strength to plan your escape, an escape that would actually work instead of you getting everything taken away and trapped under his suffocating grasp once more or so you thought. This right now, like the several times hed done before felt like going right back to the beginning, bashing yourself for being a hopeless romantic in highschool was useless, it became internally destroying and berating yourself for being weak, not knowing how to fight back, not having a chance in the world to be free.

He always comes back.

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This is part one of a series with at least four parts, theres no set schedule so if you like me to create a taglist i will do my best to do so.

[interstellarflare]

Bend and Break || Homelander

SERIES FINALE

-PART THIRTEEN-

Warnings: Gore, violence, course language, angst.

Summary: People can only bend their morals so far before they break. Homelander is the world’s greatest superhero, and you, a tech analyst, somehow become entangled in his world when he learns that you provide intel to The Boys. He makes it his personal mission to find out exactly what you know, but he never expected such resistance from someone as damaged as you. But broken things can be mended, sometimes in the most unexpected ways possible.

Author’s Note: Well, this is it. The final part of Bend and Break. I want to thank everyone who has continued to read this series, despite it’s insanely haphazard update schedule and continuous spelling errors. Do not be sad that this series is over however, because there is a sequel series in the works! The ending of this chapter will set up the beginning of the sequel series! Everyone who has been tagged below will be tagged when the sequal series is out. Once again, thank you to everyone who has supported this series, I’ve had a blast writing it. Enjoy the final chapter of Bend and Break! Gif by @justjensenanddean​​​

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You had stood in the shower for hours, the water now unbearably cold as it left goosebumps all over your skin. No matter how hard you tried to look away, you could still see the swirls of pink cascading down your skin, the dried blood melting away and disappearing down the drain by your feet.

You knew you probably should get out of the shower, having become numb from a mixture of the cold water and intense emotions. But you just couldn’t bring yourself to. Everything in your life was slowly falling apart. Your brother had yelled at you when you and Billy had brought Max home, swearing to you that you would never see your nephew again for bringing him into your superhero ‘clusterfuck’ as he had loudly exclaimed. John was gone, likely forever. Your heart ached painfully at the thought, your eyes stinging with tears even though you had nothing left to give.

From muscle memory, you absentmindedly lifted your hand and turned off the faucet, the shower water stopping sharply and leaving you a violent shivering mess. You trembled as you slowly stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around your frame and beginning to dry yourself off. It hadn’t even registered to you that you had changed into a pair of pjyamas and dried your hair until you eventually caught sight of yourself in the mirror. You blinked in surprise, taking in your appearance with a sad expression on your features. Your eyes were bright red, bloodshot and tired. The dark circles underneath your eyes, and the faint bruises forming on your skin were the only source of colour compared to your now pale complexion, or it might have just been the pale light in the bathroom making you look like a walking corpse.

Yes, that was it.

It didn’t matter that you had been shot and somehow miraculously survived, or beaten up by one of the most powerful members of The Seven and lived. Both times, he was there to save you. But now...what happens now?

You sighed heavily, brushing damp strands of hair from your face as you placed the towel onto the bathroom sink. A heavy weight fell onto your shoulders as you trudged out of the bathroom and down the familiar pale off-white halls. With one final turn through a familiar doorway, you found yourself standing on the threshold to your old apartment living room. The furniture had been mostly overturned and destroyed when the Cerberus taskforce raided it after your assassination attempt. The kitchen bench, the one John had burnt a whole through was lying on its side up against the kitchen cabinets. The lounge had been completely overturned, the cushions strewn about the room haphazardly, much like the wooden splinters of the dining table and what remained of your laptop. The device had been smashed to pieces, the screen cracked and completely beyond repair.

You collapsed to your knees before you even had time to register the action, your hands flying to your mouth as loud sobs wracked your body.

What were you going to do?

Your apartment was the only place you could go, it was the only place where you felt at home. And now, your home was ruined. Your bedroom looked very much the same, destroyed in every aspect of the word. You had nothing left.

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A few weeks later, you had managed to scramble together some cheap furniture to get your apartment back in some form of order.

Everything broken was replaced, well, everything you had the money for at least. You had been struggling to move your new lounge around your living room when there was a soft knock from your door. With a confused expression forming on your face, you stood up straight and stretched out your back as you  stepped towards the door. Carefully pulling it open so you wouldn’t rip the delicate wood off its hinges, your eyes widened in surprise as you stood face to face with your brother, who looked up at you with a sheepish expression. Michael said nothing as he pursed his lips awkwardly, looking anxiously around the hall as if he was being watched.

“Are...you okay?” You asked quietly, raising an eyebrow in question as he turned to face you with a small nod. “I uh...I came to lend a hand...and apologise. Not in that order” He stated blatantly, his abrupt change in tone making you chuckle lightly. Michael sighed heavily, looking you in the eye as he spoke “I’m sorry about how I acted towards you, you know, a few weeks ago. I was just trying to do the fatherly thing and protect my son..”

“I know, Mike-”

“I’m not done...” He interrupted, holding up his hand in a gesture of silence. “I’ve almost lost you twice in the timespan of a few years, I’m sure you can understand why I would be mad that you dragged Max, your nephew, into all of this bullshit”

You winced, nodding slowly “I didn’t mean for him to. I swear-”

“I know, and trust me, I got an earful from my own son about how this wasn’t your fault...” Michael growned, sighing heavily once again “also, your friend...what was his name, Butcher? He kind if threatened to beat the shit out of me if I didn’t come and help you sort out your apartment”

You couldn’t stop the loud laugh the escaped your lips, the sound echoing loudly down the hall as you tried to stifle it with your hands. As your brother stared you down with an exasperated expression, you cleared your throat awkwardly. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry I shouldn’t laugh, but he’s very protective” You grimaced, pressing your lips into a thin line as Michael rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I figured that out. Something tells me that I don’t want to get on his bad side” he replied with a chuckle of his own, to which you nodded in emphasis. “No, you don’t”.

With a small motion of your head, you gestured for your brother to enter the apartment. He entered with a small gasp of shock, taking in the appauling state of the splintered cupboards and destroyed furniture. The two of you began to bustle about the ruins of your apartment, moving what you could and getting rid of what was destroyed. For hours, it seemed like all you did was joke around and argue about the ‘logical’ place to put things, according to Michael that is. The two of you had become so engrossed in yelling at each other about where to move the lounge for the fourth time, that you almost didn’t hear the gentle knock at the door.

Shushing your brother angrily, you rolled your eyes as he childishly stuck out his tongue before you made your way towards the door. Carefully opening it once more, you felt your heart skip a beat as you were met with a pair of piercing green eyes. The man before you stood just outside in the hallway with a small smile on his face, his left arm resting against the doorframe. His eyes moved from your frame, into your apartment, and then back to you again, his eyebrow rising in confusion. “I don’t mean to pry...” he began, his voice deep but somehow comforting “but is everything alright?”

With your cheeks flushing a deep red in embarressment, you huffed an awkward laugh. “Yes, oh my god I am so sorry” You apologised, biting your lip as you tried to supress a loud laugh “my brother is trying to help me move some new furniture around, and he insists on moving the lounge for the fourth time-”

“Because it’s in the wrong place!” Michael shouted from inside, a fustrated sigh leaving your lips at your brother’s denial. The man before you chuckled, shaking his head slightly as he grinned “That’s alright, I figured I’d introduce myself anyway. I just moved in across the hall from you, so I hope you don’t mind” He spoke kindly, pushing away from the doorframe and moving to fold his arms over his chest. You shook your head, a bright smile forming on your face as a strange warmth spread through your chest.

A warmth you hadn’t felt for a long time.

“I don’t mind at all...” You replied happily, extending your hand out toward him “I’m Y/n”. The stranger took your hand in his and shook it firmly, his gaze once again moving between you and the train wreck of an apartment inside. “I’m Ben...” He introduced softly, before gesturing to your apartment behind you with his head “would you like a hand?”

Releasing your hand from his, you let out a long relieved sigh and stepped aside, allowing Ben to stride into your apartment with a small but confident swagger. You watched as he introduced himself to your brother, and swiftly moved the lounge, for the fourth time, with strange ease. He was kind, though maybe a little bit brash, but there was something about him that you liked, something that made you ask him if he wanted to stay for dinner, as a thank you for helping set up your apartment.

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[edie-baby]

Can we please have a smut with Lando where he’s never been that dominant before and decides to try it one evening

whiskey soaked cherries | lando norris smut

summary: Lando Norris decides one day that he'd like to try dominating his partner, and well, he's actually pretty good at it.

word count: 4541

warnings: swearing, smut; face sitting, choking, bound wrists, daddy + sir kink, hint of a breeding kink, aftercare

notes: i'm sorry this took so long, i kind of got carried away

There were always a few indicators when Lando Norris was thinking. It was a common occurrence, the man was an over-thinker till the end, yet it meant he never did anything without being sure. There were levels to his thinking moods however, and they usually gave away the true depth of his immersion in his brain.

Level one: glazed eyes, and slow reaction times. Often when you spoke to him during this time, it would take multiple seconds for him to even acknowledge that you had said something, the journey from his head to in front of you could take a while, but he was usually pretty easy to distract.

Level two: sitting completely still and not blinking. The first few times you saw him lost in thought like this, you were unnerved. He could stare at a spot on the floor for five minutes, unblinking, the only indicator of life being the steady rise and fall of his chest, the rhythmic breaths falling from his lips were reassuring in this state. You had noticed once that he was so lost in thought he didn’t breathe for multiple moments. Your head was against his chest, the subtle movements you had felt for many hours before that ceased, and after a few too many seconds, he gulped down a gasping breath. This level was usually reserved for racing thoughts, strategies and tracks all consuming within his chaotic brain.

Level three: mindlessly walking, parted lips, slow, laboured breaths. You had seen Lando like this only once, walking around his house for nearly an hour, never reacting to your voice, never stopping for longer than it took for him to pivot and turn back around at a dead-end hallway. The day after you saw him like this, he had asked you to move in with him.

Level four: laid still on the floor, arms folded across his chest, eyes closed, lights on. You had only heard of this Thinking Lando, Jon and Charlotte having caught him laid in offices or empty rooms on the floor, looking like a perfectly posed corpse. You questioned him about it, and he had never had a true answer for you, something about the rigidity of the floor was grounding whilst his closed eyes let him wander as far as he wished.

But level five, you weren’t entirely sure existed. So, when you arrived home after work one day to a completely dark house, curtains and blinds drawn with every source of light turned off or obscured, you were rightfully shit scared.

“Lando? Honey, I’m home!” You called, your voice wavering slightly as it bounced off the walls of the entryway, travelling through the house in eerie echoes.

“In the living room.” Lando replied, his voice oddly composed, and you began traversing though the house, avoiding walls and furniture from memory. You were tempted to use the flashlight on your phone to get an idea of what was going on, but figured you trusted your boyfriend enough.

“Hey baby, what’s with the lights?” Your voice was laced with confusion, eyes trying to find the silhouette of the man speaking from somewhere within the room, but you were completely lost.

“I’ve been thinking.” He simply replied, goosebumps erupting on your skin as his hot breath fanned on the back of your neck. You thought his voice had travelled from the other side of the living room, but there was right behind you. You tried leaning back, desperate for some contact in the makeshift sensory deprivation room you had found yourself in, but he was gone. You jumped when you felt his hand brush against your calf, his other hand tracing up the outside of your leg to your thigh. You sighed in relief, the barest of touches from him always made you feel alight with pleasure.

“You don’t usually think like this. What’s on your mind?” You asked, voice breathy as you felt the constantly moving palms on your legs, the skirt you had worn that day a barrier between where you really wanted him, and the rough calloused hands that left goosebumps in their wake. He didn’t dare move the hem of your skirt, choosing to roam over it with lazy strokes.

“I want to try something with you. But, I need your full consent, and we need ground rules.” Lando replied, the languid strokes turning to loving touches, the brief brush of his fingertips against a scar on your knee, the same fingers caressing a path down your calf to remove your shoes.

“You know I’d trust you to do anything. Anything you want to do, I consent to 100%.” Your voice was sure, strong and assured. You felt Lando’s fingers still for a bare moment, a long intake of air telling you Lando was revelling in the romantics of your words. He often did that when you spoke about your admiration for him, honey-sweet words warming his heart like nothing else.

“No, I need you to listen to this. I want your explicit consent.” Lando continued, his words firmer, causing anxiety to swirl in your stomach for a brief moment before you realised exactly who he was. It was Lando, your chaotic boyfriend who screamed instead of laughing. A man you had been hopelessly in love with for nearly three years, who treated you like a goddess, who worshipped you for your flaws as much as your perfections.

“Okay. So tell me.” You stated. There was no question, no anxiety, no confusion in your words. Because you knew this man like the back of your hand, and you knew he knew you just as well, if not better. His fingers, which had still been brushing against your skin like a whisper suddenly gripped into the skin of your thighs, a comforting presence as he prepared to let the words tumble from his lips.

“I want to be in charge. I want to have complete control over you. For you to submit to me. Be one hundred percent mine to do whatever I want to do. I want to tie you up, have you completely at my mercy. I want to pull orgasm after orgasm from you until you’re begging me to stop, that you can’t take it anymore. And then I’m going to give you one more, because I can, and because I get to decide what happens to you. I want to drive my cock into your pussy until tears of pleasure stain those gorgeous cheeks of yours. I want to spank you until you can no longer sit down. I want to wrap my hand around that little throat of yours until you see the stars I see in your eyes every day. I want to cover your body in marks, fingerprints, hickeys, bites, whatever I can to make sure everyone knows who the fuck you belong to. And after all that, I want to cum inside this pussy, because it’s mine and no one else’s.” Lando growled, his grip on your thighs wavering as he detailed his fantasy, one that you were all too happy to bring to life.

“Yes. I consent. To all of it. I’m yours Lando, and I trust you with every fibre of my being.” You spoke clearly, wanting him to hear just how willing you were to help him fulfill the dreams he had obviously been thinking of all day.

At your reassuring words, Lando surged forward, his eyes obviously more adjusted to the dark room than yours as he found your lips with ease, finally indulging you in your own desires of finally having his lips against yours after a day spent apart. His teeth nipped at your bottom lip, an involuntary gasp leaving your mouth and allowing Lando’s tongue to move slowly against yours. His hands, still with a grip on your thighs, slid them apart, which allowed him to shuffle further forward on his knees.

His lips travelled to your neck, nipping, licking and sucking on the flesh that he knew would make you whimper. Your hands, previously resting on his muscled forearms, reached for the lamp next to you, your eyes desperate to see the hungry look you knew was plastered on his face. The warm light flickered on, bathing his tanned skin in rays of honey-gold that only served to make him look more like a God among men than he already seemed to you.

“Get up. Go to the bedroom. When I get there, I want you naked and spread on the bed for me. You’re at my mercy tonight, darling, so you best not disobey or there’ll be hell to pay.” Lando growled, the intrusion of the light having snapped the remaining thread that held the usually sweet, albeit passionate and hungry, man that you had been sleeping with for so long.

Your breath caught in your throat, the dominance Lando was showing shot heat and pleasure to your core in a way you had never experienced. You stood quickly, beginning a fast walk toward your shared bedroom. Charged nerves surged through your body when you heard Lando’s steps trailing behind you, your hands moving in a frenzy to rid the clothes covering the body Lando was about to devour. When you finally got into your room, you only had a black lace thong remaining, so you threw it across the room and dove onto the bed just in time for the shirtless Brit to appear in the doorway with an impressed look on his features.

“I’m surprised, and almost disappointed. I was sure I’d get to punish you tonight, but I guess I’ll have to leave that for another day. Look at you though, all laid out and ready for me like the needy little whore you are. I bet you can’t fucking wait to be wrapped around my cock, to be filled up with my cum and feel it drip down your thighs.” Lando’s words had you keening, your body almost curling in on itself as he spoke all the words, pressed all the buttons that you didn’t know you had. You already felt like you were dripping onto the sheets beneath your body, and from the way Lando’s eyes were transfixed on your pussy, you were sure he could confirm your hypothesis.

He started towards you, kicking himself off the door frame with a smirk that would make you jump his bones at any given moment. His gaze was predatory, planning all the different ways he could tear you apart and put you back together before you would be sobbing with pleasure, overstimulated to the point of pleasing pain. Lando stopped as his shins met the side of the bed, staring down at you like prey. You whimpered, this new dominant side of your boyfriend was ruining you, and you wished for it to never end.

“Please, Lando, touch me.” You whimpered, skin alight with anticipation and wanton lust, your hairs standing on end, waiting for the prickling feeling to dissipate with the touch of his skin against yours.

“Please Daddy. And I’ll decide when you get touched.” Lando growled, the title more of a command than a suggestion, and that alone had your body curling.

“I’m sorry Daddy.” The name tasted like whiskey soaked cherries on your tongue; all sweet and spicy, innocent and sensual, an invitation and an offering. A spark behind Lando’s eyes let you know exactly how much he liked the keening way you spoke, and in barely a moment, his body was covering yours.

Your legs already opened wide for him, allowing his hips to slot in right between your thighs, your wet core lining up with his denim covered cock, already straining against the material purely from words spoken and the way the light from the lamp in the corner made your pussy glisten with its juices. His hands beside your head caged you in, holding the weight of his torso and unbridled dominance from crushing you.

Your breath came out shaky, bottom lip quivering in anticipation of feeling his lips on yours, every muscle in your body working to keep you from launching upwards and taking exactly what you wanted. Lando granted those wishes, diving down to capture your lips in a searing kiss, the frustration he usually held back while fucking you finally manifesting itself as hot, fiery passion. He needed this release, and you were the perfect vessel to release into. Every nip of his teeth, stroke of his tongue and bare touch of his fingers against your naked skin, it was too much and not enough.

“I need you to tell me if you need me to stop, we need a safeword. Use it if I go too far, or if I hurt you, or if you just need a second. Because I don’t want to lose myself in you and not realise I’m doing something wrong.” Lando spoke, breathless from the head spinning kiss, and you almost cooed, there was really nothing Lando could do to you that would hurt you, and it was sweet that he still didn’t understand that fact, but you followed along for his peace of mind.

“Orange.” You replied, almost instantly. The colour was so deeply ingrained in your relationship that you felt it both fitting and comforting, and Lando agreed as he nodded along, repeating the word in his mind and tying alarm bells and stop signs to it.

“Good. Now sit on my face.”

“I’m sorry what?” You squeaked, the request having given you whiplash, and as you stared into Lando’s eyes, no hin of remorse or asking, you realised the man was dead fucking serious.

“Did I stutter?” Lando asked again, his eyes glaring at your face as you continued to try and process the last seventeen seconds, but when your body was flipped from lying comfortably against your mattress to straddling a muscled chest, you realised you’d have to be a lot quicker to keep up with Lando tonight.

“If I have to ask you one more time, you won’t like what happens.” Lando growled, the deep tones of his domineering voice filling the room and hanging heavily in the air. You looked down to his face, his chin barely five centimetres from your pussy, and decided it was now or fucking never. So you shuffled awkwardly up the bed, apparently too slow for Lando, because he hooked his arms around your thighs and dragged your body to exactly where he wanted it. Your dripping core suspended above him, his nose brushing your clit each time your thighs spasmed in your pleasure.

“Is this okay Daddy?” You whispered, your hands gripping the headboard in front of you like a lifeline. Lando’s entire body spasmed, his arms tensing around your thighs and pulling your wet cunt to his face just as a guttural moan tore from the depths of his chest, his arms shaking with the force of containing whatever beast had just been awoken inside of him.

Lando ate you out with a ferocity you had never expected a man to possess, his tongue lapped, tasted, prodded and fucked through your folds like a man starved. His nose brushed your clit every so often, jolting your hips and causing you to ride his face until a swift slap warmed your ass cheeks.

“Sorry Daddy.” You mumbled, embarrassment warming your cheeks as the pleasure built up much faster and harder than ever before. Lando slid one of his calloused digits into your cunt, his mouth moving to focus on your clit, sucking and licking at the bundle of nerves while you clenched around his fingers with a passion.

“You better not cum until I say you can.” Lando’s voice was muffled, but you understood exactly what he meant. Your whimper that followed made Lando chuckle, and you moaned as the vibrations and exhaled breath hit your core and made your entire body convulse, the pleasure was blinding, but your brain was fixated on not cumming until Lando allowed you to.

Your body was so hot with pleasure, your vision coated white to the point you didn’t know if your eyes were open or closed, and your perception of time had vanished long ago. Lando could have been eating you out for five minutes or five hours, you had no clue anymore, all you knew was that it felt so good, and it was Lando making you feel this way.

“You’re doing so good baby, fuck. If you keep making those sounds I might cum before you even touch me.” Lando’s voice brought you back to reality, as you had been so lost you didn’t realise you had been moaning, the sounds of pleasure verging on screams as you passed ‘about to cum’ and entered ‘about to pass out’.

“You make me feel so good Daddy. So fucking good, shit.” Your reply was garbled, moans and whimpers cutting off words. Lando hummed, his lips latching onto your clit and sucking exceptionally hard as his fingers curled just the right way, and you knew you were a goner.

“Cum now baby girl.” Lando mumbled, syllables lost to the flesh of your pussy, but you got the message. The relief that coated your body was like cold water on a hot summer day, drenching your screaming senses in a blanket of calm, your vision returning in flashes of colour, your ears ringing with high pitched screams, ones which you realised after a moment were your own sounds of pleasure. Lando continued his ministrations as you came down, prolonging your pleasure while you regained consciousness and became fully aware of what was happening around you.

Lando stopped, his eyes opening to see you already staring down at him in awe, and he helped you move from your position over his head to laying beside him on the bed, your skin already shining with a thin coat of sweat.

You looked over at your boyfriend, disbelief in your eyes as you stared at the wetness covering the bottom half of his face, and some of his neck. He looked smug as ever, a sliver of your young boyfriend shining through the dominant facade he had on tonight, but as soon as you started picking out the familiar pieces, his eyes turned cold again, the smirk being replaced with a tensed jaw. Your heart stopped for a moment, the one-eighty made your pussy flutter around nothing, and suddenly you were painfully aware of just how empty you felt.

“Can I touch you?” You asked, eyes wide and innocent, your bottom lip pouting as you looked up at Lando, hoping to run your hands across his chest, feeling the muscles ripple beneath the taut skin, to drag your nails across his thighs, dig your fingers into his skin as he fucks you.

“Do you want to try asking that again?” Lando replied, his tone almost patronising as he looked at you, practically vibrating with desperation to touch him. It filled him with unbelievable pride, to have you so wanting just to feel him, it stroked his ego more than winning any Grand Prix ever could.

“I’m sorry sir. Can I please touch you? I want to make you feel good too.” You whimpered, the new title falling from your lips naturally, and though he hadn’t answered you, or granted you permission to touch him, he pounced.

His lips collided with yours, sharing the taste of you in the kiss and you moaned at the sensation, your nails reaching up to claw at Lando’s back. His hands where everywhere, grabbing your tits with rough hands, flicking your nipples with calloused skin, gripping your hips with intent to bruise, desperate to leave the evidence of his claim on you. His lips traced the familiar path to your jaw, up to your ear where he sunk his teeth into the lobe, letting his lips brush the shell of your ear as he whispered sweet nothings to you.

Except the sweet nothings tonight were anything but.

“Can’t wait to fill you up with my cum. Watch it drip out of you and then fuck it back into you with my fingers. Gonna make you a mummy, huh? Have you walking around the paddock with my baby in you. That way everyone knows you’re mine and that I was the one that fucked you so good.” The filthy words being fed right into your ear, along with the strong grip on your hips and the rolling of Lando’s hips pressing his bulge into your core was going to make you go feral.

“Fuck me, sir. Put your baby in me please. Wanna be a mummy for you.” You purred, the words rolling off your tongue in waves that sent shivers down Lando’s spine. He leant back, sat back on his haunches as he took in the sight of your body, still trembling slightly from the powerful orgasm. He slowly undid his belt, your eyes trained on the movements his hands made, biting your lip as you got one step closer to seeing his cock, a sight you could and would never tire of. With his belt gripped tightly in his hands, Lando made a decision he would never regret.

He scooped your hands up in one of his, the other holding the belt, and positioned your hands above your head, fingers brushing against the headboard. He looped the belt through the wrought iron, fastening the leather around your hands tight enough to keep them there, but not tight enough to do any damage to you. You tugged on the restraints lightly, pouting when you found there wasn’t enough give to touch Lando while he fucked you into the mattress.

Lando gave the restraints a few investigative tugs, and when there was little movement and he was satisfied with the results, he leaned back, staring down at you yet again. You were starting to think he was getting more enjoyment out of just staring at you than anything else.

With heavy breathing and the occasional squeak of the headboard as you attempted to break free of the belt holding your wrists hostage, Lando finally began removing his sinfully tight black jeans. He pushed them down his legs with a carefree attitude, as though he had all the time in the world, whilst you were squirming around on the bed, desperate to get a look at, a hold of, a taste of what was hidden now by the thin black cotton that stretched over his painfully hard cock.

“If you keep squirming like that, I’ll tie your ankles next to your wrists and fuck you like that. Is that what you want?” Lando growled, pausing in his tantalising show of getting undressed to glare at you. You halted almost immediately, the image of Lando plowing into you while your wrists and ankles were bound together. You gulped, the vision was certainly tempting, however your pussy wouldn’t be able to take such a beating.

“No sir. I’m sorry sir.” You whimpered back, your words sent shocks of electricity through Lando’s body, and having abandoned his teasing display, he tore his underwear off and climbed onto your bed in a hurry.

He wrapped his hand around his cock, pumping a few times and letting out a shuddering sigh. His eyes cut to yours, a blazing fury warming them from the usual cool blue green to a warm green that made your pussy flutter. He slid the tip of his cock through your wet folds, biting his lower lip to contain the moans that were ready to fall past his lips. Your fists clenched around the belt, desperate for something to hold onto.

Lando thrust his hips into yours, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth motion. You both moaned, the sweet relief of finally wrapping your velvety walls around his cock was overwhelming. Quite quickly, Lando set a punishing pace, his hips rolling out of you before snapping back to meet yours, his pubic bone putting delectable pressure on your clit, forcing moans out of your lips at an alarming rate.

His hands held a death grip on your hips, keeping your squirming body in its place while he used your body for his own pleasure. Your moans became louder, his hips forcing his cock deeper into your cunt, but Lando didn’t like that.

“You shut the fuck up and take my cock like a good little slut, yeah?” He spoke, his right hand reaching up to wrap around your throat, his fingers squeezing around the sides. The pressure only added to your mounting pleasure, Lando squeezing intermittently when you let out a particularly loud moan, reducing you to a pile of whimpers and pleas.

His hips began stuttering, the pleasure he was feeling overwhelming the perfect pace he had set. You wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him further into your hungry cunt, clenching around him like you were trying to pull his entire being into you. And maybe you were, if he kept this up, you were never going to let him out of you again.

“Fuck, I’m so close.” He whimpered, the first show of your usual Lando shining through, his hips moving with a renewed vigor. You couldn’t form words, his cock brushing against your g-spot with each thrust, forcing your body higher up the bed, your arms still bound above your head. The hand around your throat squeezed harder, and for a moment all you saw were stars, the pleasure of your second orgasm ripping through your body like a tidal wave. Each atom in your body was torn apart and stitched back together with the threads of Lando’s hot seed and rough hands.

Lando pulled out of you, watching his cum drip down your thighs for a moment before he jumped from the bed, hurrying into the ensuite as quickly as he could on shaky legs. You could hear the tap running, and after a few moments, he returned with a wet rag and your favourite lotion, leaving the bottle on the side table while he cleaned the mess between your thighs, becoming entranced with the sight for another moment before he finished up, tossing the dirty cloth into the ensuite. Lando crawled up the bed to you, undoing the belt that had begun to rub your wrists raw, and with your finally free hands, you cupped your boyfriend’s cheeks, pulling him into a sweet kiss to stop the steam train of thoughts inevitably running through his head.

With soft hands and caring eyes, Lando began rubbing the lotion onto your red wrists, kissing the skin briefly, then leaving another sweet kiss on your lips.

“Was that okay?” He whispered, insecurity rearing its head yet again, and you couldn’t help but giggle at the nervous look he was giving you.

“More than okay, baby. That was amazing. 10/10 would try again.” You giggled, caressing his shoulders with slow hands, grateful to finally be feeling his skin again.

“Well, I wouldn’t be mad at that. I have some ideas.” Lando replied, a cheeky lilt to his voice as he laid down beside you, pulling the covers up to cover you both.

“Oh, do you now? I’m all ears.”