#i'm trying to be hopeful that i won't let this idea fall into oblivion. it's good in my mind and i don't want to waste it

[jihyocentric]

whats on your writing list? and also how ideas many are there? I know you only showed like 5 so far, and with mihyo being completed it’s down to 4 😭

i saw outlaws mohyo… what’s that about 👀

apart from what i posted + outlaws mohyo there's that ceo mohyo thing i'd like to write! so for context regarding the outlaws mohyo, i've been playing red dead redemption 2 for the past 2 years (and STILL i haven't beat the game because 1. i don't have the time the game needs from me and 2. i'm also trying to beat elden ring, so i'm a hundred hours into rdr2 and i'm only halfway in the story...)

okay i'll stop the rambling now,, the game is so good it made me want to write mohyo in a western genre as well. i was thinking about momo being kinda like arthur from rdr2 (i play good arthur okay) but she's the leader of the outlaws gang and jihyo is the daughter to a rich man who wants her to marry someone she does not want to... so she runs away with momo and becomes an outlaw/cowboy as well. can't say a lot more or i'll spoil it too much..!

[john-macnamara]

While John is unconscious, there are two particularly strong facets of his mind that have yet to fall asleep. Lingering in the realm in between wakefulness and dreams, Johnny and Blue hold a conversation.

"Why? Why on Pokey's blue earth would you try to help the humans' pawn? Our whole goal here is to get him on our side, is it not?"

Johnny sighs, the two of them have been talking in circles for ages.

"Neither of us know that! For fuck's sake, all signs are pointing to you being here on accident! I'm only here because Wiggly wanted me to destroy him from the inside. But I don't really want to do that, I liked the oblivion quite a bit. So I'm removing myself from the situation."

"But- but... he's your master, you should want to follow his orders. I feel great joy whenever I fulfill one of Lord Pokotho's requests, why would you not experience the same euphoria?"

"Wiggly created me from something that was already in John, and just like John, I don't serve him. I’m happy to, yes. But I’m not obligated to, and quite frankly, unconsciousness is preferable to this. But that's not the important part right now.

You want to get back to your master, do you not? Serve your lord and ensure that the infection spreads across the world? This is the quickest way to get you back. You won't ever have to think about this timeline's iteration of John again. You can spend the rest of your days doing whatever the fuck you do for Pokey."

Blue considers this. It would get him back home sooner, back to the hives' warm embrace.

"I... I'd have to work with those who are uninfected. Their voices grate and I just want to let them ascend with the rest of us! But you won't let me do that, so I don't know how much help you could be."

"Because unleashing the apotheosis upon this timeline is a terrible idea-

Are you in or not? I'll do this with or without you, Blue. I get to go back to peaceful oblivion, and you can serve your oh-so benevolent master. So do we have a deal?"

Johnny offers out his hand, and with a moment's hesitation, Blue shakes it.

"Fine, we have a deal. I'll help you help the pathetic one. Not that I don't think a simple infection wouldn't remove all our problems immediately.

Let's get to work fixing his brain then. The curtains have risen and the show has begun. Here's hoping the audience likes it..."

[macabrecake]

cake, my beloved, idk if you've been asked this but given this is the stuff you've been putting out - I thought I'd ask,

dam! leon x fem! reader x re6! leon smut?

pls and ty <3

I. AM. ON. MY. KNEES. RIGHT NOW. GOD HELP

Thought ID and Vendetta Leon was the final boss??? NAH IT'S THESE FUCKING TWO

LOOK AT THEM AND TRY TO CONVINCE ME THAT YOU WOULD STILL BE ABLE TO WALK AFTER THEY'RE DONE WITH YOU. Also hi I'm cutting this close but Merry Christmas Gabby! Have a sandwich! 💕💕💕

Minors step back this is a whole different kind of Christmas present.

"Come on sweetheart. You're not tired already, are you?"

Tired no.

But oh so ready to finally break.

Leon Scott Kennedy, and Leon Scott Kennedy two years from now, have been at this sweetly cruel game for what felt like ages.

It started when one kiss turned into two, then three, then five more.

One suddenly gives into his need for a challenge and shows, despite them being the same, just who exactly is the one and only man that can rock your world the best. In the form of a gentle bite turned hickey where he knows it'll get you squirming the most.

His counterpart decides to outdo him and places another, before a small galaxy ends up being intricately printed onto your skin. Leaving you breathless and needy. Much to both Leon's delight at seeing your panties ruined with just how unbearably soaked you were.

That's when they both lit this match that would set your body ablaze with high pitched mewls and gibberish filled whimpers when your husband finally slipped inside your wet, aching walls. Inch by inch until he bottomed out completely. Then softly bounced you on his cock, while his counterpart's fingers touched where you desperately craved him.

They'd watch like starving wolves at the point where your cunt would visibly flutter and squeeze every time the brunette would sink back in with the most satisfying squelch.

Squishing you between them more so you're certain to not miss those beautiful words and wonderful groans of his that burn you hotter.

"Look at you honey, so good for us.~"

"Always so fucking tight around me…"

You know he and himself do it on purpose. They wanna see you absolutely writhe for them.

Slow and soft at first. Then a little faster, and faster, harder.

So close.

Always so close.

A half driven delirious idea that Leon is finally going to let you fall into that blissful, messy heaven. Only for all of it to stop. And steadily start over again. They're both testing you and it's driving you mad in the best way possible.

Funny. Earlier you thought Leon's future blonde headed self would be the more gentleman-like to balance them both out, right?

Wrong.

He definitely still possesses that rough nature, not that you're complaining though to be honest. They'll both still treat you right, even in the meanest of ways.

"What's the matter, Princess?" The blonde softly cooes with a light nip to your ear, relaxing his arm just enough for you to quietly gasp. Greedily swallowing new lungfuls of air before the flex of his arm makes it shallow again. But you trust him, knowing he won't completely cut your oxygen off. Only enough to keep you perfectly suspended, high like a drug you know you couldn't live without.

He makes you never want to be sober.

"You wanna cum, don't you?" God, they have both edged you to oblivion and back to the point that your pussy immediately tightens up at just the word itself, which pulls a small hiss from your Leon considering his dick is still resting inside you. So deep you swear you could feel it in your throat. You want it to break you.

Ruin you.

They both see how much of a mess you are. There's a puddle on Leon's lap and if you were to stand up right now, your essence would be a dribbling mess down to your knees and onto the floor. Your lips let go of the most pitiful whine, desperate enough to take a chance that you lightly move your hips in a search for that sinfully amazing friction. Hoping they'll now show you mercy.

Sympathy isn't what you find however, instead it's those familiar hot blooded hands clamping down tight on your hips to cease your movements altogether. The moment you softly gasped, you knew it was a bad move. One that has you shrinking submissively before the intimidating blue flames that dance in his eyes. Feeling dark colored fringes lightly brush your cheek when he leans closer. "Didn't say you could move."

Leon's voice drops an octave, almost to a snarl with his waning patience. But he knows you love to hear it. Even if you don't admit it through words, your body betrays you when your hot, squishy walls twitch around him again. It's enough for the ghost of a smirk to tug at his lips, but that's not what he's after. "And I asked you a question…"

"Yes!" You immediately yelp, your hands already grasping at his future version's arm around your neck for dear life with another tear filled sob. "Please please please yes!"

Definitely an answer both Leon's like, but not the one he wants. One hand leaves your hips to travel up and take hold of your chin, forcing your gaze to fully lock with his. "Yes what?" The brunette hisses dangerously low against your lips.

"Yes I wanna cum, sir." Comes your breathless whisper. So so ready for that euphoric coil in your lower belly to wind up and snap, you almost didn't get all the words out. Luckily it's enough to reward you with the light scratch of stubble when he presses a hard kiss to your lips that steals what little breath you have, "Much better." Then another pair of lips sneak over to lay some love to your cheek with a smile against your ear. That wonderfully smooth tone uttering his praise. "Atta girl."

Atta girl indeed because finally…

Finally, your wish is fulfilled.

In the form of the blonde agent's hand taking yours and guiding it down to your drenched little pearl to softly press on it. The action reaches into your lungs to tear an airy moan from you at the sudden jolt to your core, that would've most definitely removed you from Leon altogether if the hands on your hips and the arm still locked around your neck wasn't there to keep you in place.

A warm sound vibrates against your back, that pretty chuckle of his. And oh his words that rumble into your ear. So sinfully sweet.

"Play with yourself for us."

"Show us what you like, Princess.~"

Given how Leon has pleasured you to the point you were nothing but putty by just his hands numerous times before, you'd think he already knows what you like. But you're quick to spot the underlying truth.

They both wanna watch you get yourself off.

Normally such a bold request like that would leave you rather timid, but you can't take another second of this game anymore. Your body is aching for a release to the point you can't help but obey. Letting a cry tear it's way out of your throat as your fingers desperately rub and caress your little pink bundle of nerves. Relieved for that spark of sweet friction tingling your senses.

Much to the delight of the two agents, watching your hand work and listening to your moans, sighs, and little whines steadily rise in volume and string together into a beautiful melody of your own making. Such wonderful sounds pairing with the most lewd gushy noise between your legs. Amazing.

It's much more than enough to pull a deep rooted groan from your Leon, "Fuck." He curses in a hoarse whisper, "Feel you getting close, Sunshine." His fingers dig deeper into the soft flesh of your hips. Forcing you to stay still so you won't ride him. Just to be a little mean, but also because the way your heat clamps down tighter around his twitching cock is a slice of heaven in itself. The moment you start bouncing, he knows he'll be done for.

Seems his future version knows it too, given his low chuckle into your skin. "That's it, Sunshine." Leon encourages between gentle open mouthed kisses up and up until his lips capture yours, while his free hand easily engulfs your breast to pinch and toy with your hardened bud before switching to give the other some attention.

You feel him smile and hum as he happily drinks up your muffled moans like it's a shot of his favorite whiskey. Until he pulls away to whisper against your kissed swollen lips.

"Let go, we'll catch you."

Oh Leon. Always so good with his words, his touches. Everything. It does the trick, almost a little too well in fact. Like a tsunami, your orgasm crashes into you hard enough to leave you squirting. But, as promised, both Leon's squish you close when your form trembles and writhes between the two with a loud moan of ecstasy filling the comfortable space of the bedroom.

But with the gaze your Leon fixes on his blonde headed self, he knew right away. You made such a pretty mess with his dick still nestled so deep inside you, he couldn't help but get a little greedy.

"W- ait! Leon Oh f-uck! T-too much! AH!" You squeal with a gasp while your dainty hands frantically grab at Leon's wrist in a weak attempt to move his fingers away when he rubs them mercilessly against your visibly pulsing clit. All you get from him, is a loving growl.

"Keep cumming, sweetheart." Lord help, what's left for him to love if he breaks you like this? Your senses are already too high and so sensitive, you don't know if you can handle anymore.

Thankfully, his movements are quick to cease as soon as he hears your sounds beginning to drift into sobs. Bringing his hands away to gently stroke your quivering thighs instead while his future self releases you from your headlock prison. Keeping you leaned back against him while he carefully kisses at your neck, further helping to ease you back down.

"There you are." A deep tone drips into your ears like honey, once you finally open your eyes. Only to release a tired, breathless giggle at the two pairs of sweet blue eyes centered on you. "Got scared I broke you for a second." Your Leon muses, gifting you a gentle apologetic kiss. "No, but… I don't know if I can go again." You sheepishly confess between quiet pants.

Two soft laughs from the same voice and a kiss to the crown of your head help put you at ease. "It's ok, baby." Leon reassures while his blonde counterpart tugs you a little closer. Letting the two wrap you up in his shared warmth filled with sweet kisses and gentle caresses that convey all you want to know.

The night is far from over.

[bubbletimestories]

Like a balm on frozen wounds (Bucky x Hydra nurse reader)

First of all, thank you @harlekin6 for the original idea. I'm sure it doesn't suits what you had in mind but I loved the idea of an HYDRA nurse taking care of Bucky so...thank you and lot of kisses.

Summary : What if you were an HYDRA nurse, taking care of Bucky as they try to turn him into a weapon ? What if you were his only spark of light and warmth in the painful darkness ?

Warning : maybe blood, pain, mention of torture, manipulation

Themes : hurt Bucky, HYDRA, healing, torture, comfort, love

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The ambient humidity makes the walls ooze, giving the impression that they are dripping with black, foul-smelling blood. The hour of glory is far away, the Führer is dead and they had to flee, hide far away in the mountains while waiting for less gloomy hours. In the stench of failed machinations and scientific manipulations, HYDRA continues its experiments in the hope of being ready for a new golden age. Screams tear the silence, an agony that never seems to end even though the person strapped to the table is more dead than alive. His forehead is dripping with sweat, his bones are burning, and his gaze is veiled and haggard like that of an ox at the slaughterhouse. Around him, men in soiled blouses talk, put away their instruments. It is still a failure, it will be necessary to do it again. The same scene seems to repeat itself over and over again and the progress is so slight ... With a weary gesture, a man asks guards to transport the patient to his room, they clean the fluids on the icy tiles, they drag the young man in his dark cell, the rusty door of which is slammed, not without a frail figure having slipped inside. The prisoner must be treated well or there will be no other experience.

The spectacle is more heartbreaking with each visit, the once-vigorous body slumped against the wall, silent and listless. Gently, you wipe the wet forehead, the drool on his chin and above all, you speak to him in a low voice, almost caressing like a lullaby. At first, he refused your presence, being cold and ironic in front of a HYDRA nurse. It took a while for him to accept that you were a prisoner too, refusing your attempts at treatment even though he had never gone too, never violent. You remain a woman and he a gentleman. At least he was. Now the electroshock has burned his humanity, destroyed his sanity even though he still happens to be himself again when calm returns, which he can think a bit. At such times, he repeats his registration number, random words or even first names: Steve, Rebecca... These moments are shorter and shorter, more and more rare but still present. You are now the only one who can hear James B. Barnes and not an empty shell.

"... er ... newspapers ... shoes ... shoes ..."

The prisoner rolls his eyes and mumbles in a broken voice, gradually regaining his foothold in reality after locking himself in to avoid the pain. You suppress a painful sigh as you help him change position. As delicately as possible, you heal his wounds, your eyes moist as every time you see him in this state. A gleam passes through the tired blue eyes and James waves his one arm, too weak to touch you.

- Y/N... Y/N...

- Yes, it's me, Mr. Barnes, it's me. Don't worry, you are safe for now.

A shiver runs through the young man as his face seems to express a little relief, he lets himself go against your hand as you heal his temples. You are not allowed to call him by his real name, you are forbidden to speak to him but whatever, you are not afraid of dying. All that matters to you is to stay close to him, to comfort him. You are the only glimmer of hope and life in the perpetual fog of his existence. Your hand stops for a moment on his unshaven cheek, under your fingers you can feel his face, emaciated by hunger and suffering.

"I'm gonna take care of you, James, I'm there. Don't worry, rest if you can. I won't leave."

No one will be looking for you for hours, you can stay hiding here with the patient, speak quietly to him to chase away the darkness a little. But first, he has to eat, even if it's an infamous cold porridge. With any luck, no rat will have had time to taste it. Making sure James is seated, you pick up the spoon and help him bring it to his mouth, guiding his heavy, aching hand. If they continue to be so violent, he will soon no longer be able to feed himself, you will have to help him. HYDRA doesn’t understand anything, it is just a bunch of brutal and cruel animals. Slowly, very slowly, Bucky comes to his senses a little, eats with more ease even if he remains leaning against you to enjoy your warmth. The idea of ​​kissing you crosses his mind but he still feels too weak right now. His stump hurts, it took all your energy to keep him from succumbing to the fever caused by the infection. You know the doctors have plans, they want to put a prosthesis on him, but as long as he's not a little more docile, it's impossible. One day he will crush them all under his fist.

- Dance... me...

- Promise, when you'll feel better. We'll go to dance.

Your voice shakes a bit, as always when he says he would like to dance with you. When he'll be free, he's gonna thank you, be a charming man like he used to be. Obviously, his thoughts are not that clear but it doesn't matter. Feelings remain. Exhausted, his eyes closed and he slowly falls on your lap to enjoy a little bit of peace, a few hours of rest. As always, you walk with the movement, a cool hand on his forehead as you part the long brown brands to clear his face. Sometimes you happen to hum to help him fall asleep, you love more than anything to see James's face relax as he sinks into unconsciousness and oblivion. In your arms he can taste a little peace and that's all that matters.

"Sleep, sweet soldier. You are safe with me."

He looks much younger when he is enveloped in sleep, sometimes you forget he's only in his twenties. All these tortures, these sessions of electroshock to break, it will end up killing him or turning him into a powerless vegetable. HYDRA scientists are fools, as if sheer violence can produce a result. You know that human beings need comfort, to feel safe. You have to be able to tame an animal other than with a whip. Governing by fear leads to rebellion sooner or later. But ruling from the heart is a more subtle game that pays bigger dividends.

"I'm gonna take care of you, don't worry ..."

Admittedly, James' enslavement produces faster results now that he is only a shadow of himself than if he had had all of his mental and physical faculties. The poor man is in so much pain that he is no longer able to think, not really. Slipping you next to him, caressing his bruised soul is extremely easy, your gentleness creates a flagrant contrast with the tortures of HYDRA, like a balm on burns. He may already whisper your name in his sleep, immediately relaxing upon contact with you. They want to break the soldier, you have already figured out how to reshape him into a more submissive being.

Footsteps are being heard outside, it is time for you to slip away so as not to arouse suspicion. You kiss tenderly the dry mouth of the young man and you feel him respond to your kiss, weakly but with a sigh of pleasure. Whatever they do with him, you know that what you have implanted is deeper, more undetectable. No violence, no key words or manual of instructions. So you come out of the cell with a smile, knowing full well that you will see him again soon. Day after day, you are there to comfort him, to rock him with sweet words by telling him that he is safe with you, that you are going to take care of him. Gratitude mixes with docile love, how could it be otherwise? You are his whole universe, his light in the frozen darkness.

As time goes by, HYDRA's haphazard method begins to bear fruit and they finally get the weapon they dreamed of. Of course, the Winter Soldier still gets startled, wants to attack his masters but he is gentle as a lamb under your hand, hugging you, kissing your lips devoutly, visiting your body like a sacred temple. It doesn't matter if they put him in a box while waiting for him to serve the interests of some madman, you know he will wake up just as amorous and docile and that you will be there to welcome him, whatever the time.

[to-be-a-dreamer]

Okay I've put a bit more thought into this and here's what I'm thinking so far. I probably won't actually write this so I'll just leave it here and someone else can do it if they want:

So this is how life would have gone for the Tucks, not 100% sure about the order that Miles would learn all this, but it's from a combination of his drunk father and angry wife and possibly Thomas. (maybe Winnie is like Clarence in this? But it takes place before she's born so... idk, I just want a way to include Winnie in this)

Since Jesse would have aged normally, let's say he was about 24 when he died, and is, therefore, a bit more mature. I think he had a wife or a fiance, but no kids, just to simplify things. You can give him kids if you want to make it even sadder

He's not an immature seventeen-year-old, so instead of climbing a tree because he's just quirky like that, he was climbing with Thomas. He used to take Thomas tree climbing with him when he was younger but they haven't done it in a while. Thomas (age seven or eight, we'll say) asked him to do it again so of course he did because Jesse Tuck is best uncle tm

He only goes up about ten feet but Thomas wants to go higher and Jesse follows him. Miles and the others tell them to be careful, but Thomas just keeps going and Jesse wants to make him happy so they barely listen and don't even notice how high they are

I'm thinking the branch started breaking and Jesse made sure Thomas was safe first and was, therefore, the only one who fell.

The whole family was there, Miles, Rose, Mae, Angus, and Jesse's wife/fiance. Miles has to go up and bring Thomas down himself while also trying not to panic because his little brother just fell and broke his neck saving his child

Thomas is, of course, traumatized because he a) is a child who watched his uncle fall like twenty feet and freaking die and b) thinks it's his fault since he was the one who made Jesse go up so high and Jesse only died because he saved Thomas (no one blames him, of course, but that's what his kid brain thinks)

Mae is obviously crushed and dies of pneumonia a few years later. The doctor said she should have survived it but losing her son just devastated her and probably has something to do with it

Thomas doesn't talk much after the accident, so Miles and Rose take him away from Tree Gap, hoping that will help him heal

Angus just kinda becomes a hermit and drinks himself into oblivion after essentially losing his whole family and the Tuck cabin becomes that one house local kids dare each other to touch and they tell scary stories about Crazy Old Mister Tuck.

Miles and Rose's marriage is really strained after Jesse's death because Rose thinks he needs to get over it (after like, five years) and Miles has not gotten over it

Thomas does his lessons and his chores really quietly and doesn't play or do kid stuff anymore and Miles misses his son

Yeah so basically Miles is in a strained marriage, his son is no longer happy or energetic, Miles is low-key (high-key) depressed, his mom and brother are dead, and his dad might as well be

Fun idea, right?

(But like, this is all a dream so the ending is happy when Miles hugs his family and they make up after whatever fight they just had and yeah)

So anyways I finally watched the Tuck Everlasting musical and now I’m getting ideas for a fic about Miles “It’s a Wonderful Life” style blowing up at his family and wishing they had never drank the water and then he has a dream about what his life would be like if that exact thing had happened. And at first it seems great because he still has his son and his wife but then he finds out Jesse died when he fell from the tree and his mom died a few years later and his dad is the deadbeat town drunk and life actually kinda sucks now for various other reasons and then he wakes up and it’s super sweet.

Whoops.