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Day 3: Double Penetration - Steve/Bucky

Kinktober Day 3: Double Pentration -  Steve/Bucky x f!reader

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, hatefucking, threesome, nicknames, size difference, choking, lots of swearing, discussion of masturbation, oral (m and f receiving), multiple orgasms, piv sex, anal sex, anal fingering, cum swallowing no use of y/n

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You couldn’t get away from them quick enough, feet aching with each stomp as you exited the quinjet into the Avengers tower.

Tony was waiting at the entryway, “good mission then?” he smirked, having already listened to the argument on the comms between you and the two assholes and Tony being a smug prick rushed to welcome you back to the building. He had also been the other option to go on the mission but nope, you had to draw the short straw and endure the suffering of the two super soldiers.

It wasn’t like you attended these missions in a foul mood, prepared to argue, you were always keen to follow the instructions given by Fury. However, like usual, the two men had nearly caused you to be compromised thanks to Steve’s superiority complex, putting himself directly into the middle of the action instead of following the stealth instructions. This meant that you spent more time fighting off people than trying to save the captors and by the time you were aiding them out of the hell hole they were being kept in, you were shattered and bruised. Especially as you were not able to heal as quickly as the other two, it wasn’t as simple as having a drink and walking it off before continuing with the action.

This led to a shouting match on the journey home, with Bucky backing up Steve’s actions leaving you 2 vs 1 as per usual. You were fed up following them around, nearly getting killed AGAIN because of their stupid decisions, you weren’t going to let them get away with it for much longer.

Dropping your bag onto the floor beside Tony, you huffed irritated, “I’m never going on another mission with those assholes ever again Stark, keep them out of my way”. Your feet couldn’t walk you quick enough as you rushed to the tower elevator, not stopping to listen to whatever shit Steve and Bucky had to say, relief easing your muscles as the doors finally closed and you were alone.

It was hours later when you were finally in bed, having showered, applied cream to the forming bruises on your arms and legs and had some shitty film on in the background.

Just as your eyes were dropping with exhaustion, did a firm knock sound at your door. Your heart plummeted in your chest, not having any energy to have a discussion with anyone right now.  “Yes? What do you want?” you asked dryly.

No one answered which only caused you to roll your eyes and release another exasperated sigh as you heaved your body from the bed, once again stomping to show your displeasure and hastily swinging the door open.

“Oh for fucks sake, what do you both want? I thought we agreed to debrief tomorrow?” Stood before you were the two men you least wanted to see in the world. Gone were their expensive superhero suits and instead replaced with matching grey SHIELD t-shirts that hug their muscles, along with some dark grey joggers, hair slightly damp from recent showers.

Bucky was the one to respond, chuckling deeply and rolling his shoulders to relieve the tension and displaying his obvious annoyance. “It’s not the debrief Doll, that’s not why we’re here”.

Moving your weight from one foot to another, folding your arms sternly across your chest as you moved, glancing between the two men you replied, “well, what the fuck do you want, I was just about to get some well-deserved sleep”.

Steve now inched forward, standing to his full height, making your neck strain back further to look him in the eye, “let us in, this isn’t a conversation for the corridor”.

For some reason his words sent a panic through your thoughts, he never spoke to you in that calm tone, maybe something had truly gone wrong in the mission and needed discussing.

Contemplating it for a moment and glancing behind you to check your room and to see it in an organised manner, you moved to the side, holding the door open further for them both to enter.

Steve and Bucky stepped in and you noticed the way both of their eyes flicked to every inch of your room, assessing it, even this pissed you off, it was your safe space they should stop being so nosey but you refrained from sighing again as you shut the door, turning to face them, leaning into the wood.

“Well? What is it then?”

Neither answered immediately, both still walking around the room slowly.

Bucky spoke first, but not about why he was here, “I didn’t have you as a book reader” he mumbled, hand skimming over the book you’d left open at your desk.

This time you couldn’t hold back the sigh and rolling of your eyes for what felt like the 100th time that day, “so you’ve come to my room to talk about books?”

Steve turned to you now, pointing in your direction, “there you go again, sighing like being in our presence really is some horrific burden”.

“I mean it is, I’ve not exactly kept this a secret, Rogers” you retorted, walking further into the room.

Bucky shook his head in a condescending manner. “You’ve got a real mouth on you, you know that Doll?” 

Snapping your head towards Bucky you couldn’t help the aggressive tone as you snapped, “I’ve asked you to stop calling me Doll, I’m not one of your stupid dames from the 1920s”.

Neither men responded, instead, they looked towards one another, still wandering slowly around the room before Steve settled on the edge of the bed, a sight you never thought you would see and one that you weren’t sure how to feel about, it sent a sort of thrill through you but you shook it off as he began talking.

“You know, Stark mentioned something to us after you stomped off like a child”.

You scoffed, “fuck off Rogers-”

“Let me finish. He mentioned something that we initially shrugged off, in fact, it sort of repulsed us at first but the more we thought about it, the more it started to make sense”.

Steve left you pondering on his statement, “well? What did Stark suggest?”

You watched as Steve stood, taking strong steps towards you, distracting you from Bucky as he too stepped closer from behind. It wasn’t until they stood only a step away that you became a little apprehensive, neck once again straining to look up at the blonde.

“He suggested that we all needed a god, hard, fuck to get over whatever tension there is between us”.

You laughed. Hard. Like really belly laughed until tears were dripping from the corner of your eyes. You had also expected both of them to laugh as well at the ridiculous notion that had been presented to you but they both were watching you with hard expressions. “Wait, you aren’t joking? You can’t be fucking serious, do you really think I want to touch either of you? What a joke.”

Bucky’s cool metal hand was quick as he cupped your throat, cutting off your laughter, his grip hard enough to have you struggling against him but still be able to suck in small breaths. “What the fuck are you doing Barnes?”

Steve began tutting, “No, here’s the thing, you are going to listen to us for once”, he raised his hand to grip your cheeks so that your mouth smushed together so you reached up to hold onto his thick wrist, hoping to ease the grip he had but of course, he didn’t budge. It also didn’t help the situation that you were dressed for bed in only an oversized t-shirt and underwear.

“You have been a pain in our sides since you joined the team, but, we won’t take away that you are an asset on these missions but that doesn’t explain the reason as to why you decided to fight us tooth and nail with every single fucking thing that we do”.

Steve took a breath to calm himself before continuing, “now when Stark said his stupid idea we both brushed him off, but then we thought about it more and more. The way the tension was always thick in the air when the three of us are together, the way my cock twitches in the shower when I think about you in that uniform of yours. We all clearly just need to get things off of our chest or at least…get each other off”.

His lips smirked up as you contemplated this. But surely they couldn’t be serious right? This had to be some big practical joke… but then again, you couldn’t deny the initial attraction that you had when you’d first seen them. I mean, who wouldn’t be attracted to Captain fucking America and the Winter Soldier? They were tall, handsome, incredibly strong, you couldn’t help the schoolgirl crush the first time you’d been introduced to them.

However, after spending more time with them and seeing their arrogance and self-righteousness attitude, you’d ignored that impulse that had struck through you. So no, there was no way that you were actually contemplating this, he had to be making this up.

You were about to try and shove him off again but as your eyes dropped low, you could see the very prominent and remarkably sizeable shape that had formed in his joggers, maybe that serum did more than grow them in height and strength.

Steve caught you staring at his erection, glancing wickedly up to Bucky behind you as he stepped closer, both of their bodies now touching yours so that you could now feel Bucky’s firm rod being prodded into your lower back.

Ok so they were both definitely into this and your mind was racing, images flashing through your mind as to the potential of whatever it was that they were asking for, and your body betrayed your strong willpower as arousal hummed through and in between your legs, causing you to rub your thighs together to ease the tension.

The blonde noticed, his eyes lowering to watch before glazing back towards your face with half-lidded eyes, his pupils widely dilated with arousal.

Pushing on his wrist that was still firmly gripping your cheeks, he let go as you tried to speak with confidence, “fine, if we do this, it doesn’t mean that I’ll stop hating you guys because I still fucking do, but I’ll do whatever it is that you want to do”.

Steve didn’t seem convinced, “not quite what we were hoping to hear. It’s not just what we want to do, I need you to say it’s what you want as well, otherwise, we’re walking straight out of here and not returning and you can continue to think about us whilst in the shower, rubbing between your legs, shouting our names like our super soldier serum can’t hear between floors at just what you do after a mission”.

Your cheeks were burning hot, it had only been a few occasions that you’d done this, you just felt so wound up that you needed to relieve the tension and they both just happened to be the first people you thought of whilst masturbating.

“Fine Rogers, I want this ok? So hurry up and fuck me so I can kick you both out of my room”.

Steve chuckled darkly, squaring his shoulders as he looked above your head towards Bucky and gave a quick nod in his direction.

Bucky’s metal arm finally released your neck, allowing you to take a deep breath in for only a second before you were having his hands grip your thighs, lifting you up until you were folded up against Bucky’s chest, legs now spread in his grip. Scared that you might fall, you reached behind to grip the back of Bucky's head, pulling on his shoulder-length hair.

Steve took a step back, admiring the view before him, and without wasting another moment, he gripped your underwear in two places and effortlessly ripped them in half, chucking the offending material somewhere over his shoulder, now leaving you completely exposed to him.

“Even though you are the fucking bane of my life, I’ve always wanted to do this”, his voice was dark and gruff as he spoke, face inching forward before finally pouncing onto your moistening cunt. Your shout for euphoria made your ears ring from the volume but you couldn’t help it as he didn’t hold back at all, eating you out like a man starved.

His tongue delved deep between your folds, making sure not to miss a single nerve ending, spending specific time to push it into your eager hole, loving how he knew the exact spot to flick his tongue to have your head falling back against Bucky’s shoulder. He then spent time concentrating on your clit, kneading it with his tongue, rotating in circles, sucking it into his mouth, everything so deliciously pleasurably that you were pulling Bucky’s hair harsher, shout out as it all came crashing down, the waves of pleasure pulsing through you.

Steve released your clit slowly, looking up at you with hungry eyes as you tried to regain your breathing, the man definitely knew what he was doing with his tongue that's for sure. Tapping on Bucky’s head, he understand that you wanted to be put down, slowly easing you to your feet.

“My turn”, you seductively whispered, dropping to your knees, ignoring the pinch of pain from the bruises that were on your knees from the mission as you looked up expectedly, mouth wide open and ready.

Both men eased their cocks out of their joggers, leaving the material halfway down their delicious thighs, hands tossing themselves off as they down at you.

“You don’t understand how long I’ve wanted to see you on your knees like this” Bucky explained as he directed you to his cock, pointing it in your face. You were mesmerised by the sheer size of them both, thick and long, it had your mouth watering and also cunt pulsing in anticipation.

Reaching forward you gripped the base of Bucky, making sure to hold his eye contact as you licked along the underside of his cock, wetting it before sucking on his tip and enjoying the way he sucked in a breath at the sensation.

You were only able to take half of his cock to the back of your throat before you were gagging, so you made sure to bob your head, hollowing your cheeks as you moved up, enjoying the salty taste of him. Reaching out with your hand, you gripped onto Steve’s cock, not wanting him to feel lonely as you were able to suck off Bucky and toss off Steve at the same time, loving the sensation of having two of the world's biggest heroes in front of you, falling apart as you used your body.

As tears started to form in your eyes due to gagging over Bucky’s length, you pulled off and started to suck Steve’s cock, alternating between both men’s cock with your mouth or hand. The duo were groaning, hands on the back of your head to hold you there causing strings of saliva to dribble down your chin, mixing with the tears that were flowing down your face from the stimulations

As you tried to take Steve as far as you could into your mouth, the other hand gripping onto Bucky’s member so that it tensed, Steve finally tapped your cheek. Pulling off him, he signalled for you to stand but your knees were wobbly from being in that position so he effectively picked you up, your legs wrapped around his waist as he carried you to the bed.

He placed you in the centre of your unmade bed, pulling off his clothes to match Bucky who had already stripped off. As they stood there watching you lean up on your forearms to inspect their every move, Steve asked, “who do you want first, me or Bucky?”

Smirking up at them, you responded, “why do I have to only pick one when I could have you both”. With that you turned on the bed, lying face first and lifted your arse into the air, presenting yourself to the two of them.

Bucky whistled at the sight, “you really think you can take us both?”

“Oh I know I can take you both, now hurry up and fuck me already”.

Bucky chuckled, “always so demanding Doll”, he knelt on the edge of the bed, pulling your leg back causing you to slide and then turning you so you were once more on your back. Looking down at you with an eyebrow raised he asked in a deepened voice, “What? Not going to chastise me for calling you Doll?”

Scoffing you refrained from rolling your eyes, “there's no way I’m having a go at you right now, not when you stand in the way of providing me with orgasms, Barnes”.

“Hmm”, he leaned over you, forearms resting on either side of your head, his mouth close to yours that you thought he might kiss you but he didn’t, instead he shifted his hips closer. “See, I think you secretly love that name, shall we test that theory?”

“What are you-”

Your words became caught in your throat as he began thrusting into your cunt, slowly and tentatively as to not hurt you, doing a good job at really stretching you out, feeling as if you were nearly at your max already but he kept going and going until finally he brushed against your cervix.

“Fuck” you cursed loudly, eyes rolling back now for a completely different reaction as he allowed your time to adjust until finally, his voice snapped you out of the blissful state.

“So how are you feeling… Doll?” Your pussy squeezed around his cock at the nickname, revealing another one of your well-kept secrets that you did, in fact, enjoy him calling you that name.

Bucky’s face was alight with amusement, loving that he had discovered this about you, “I had the suspicion that the name was turning you on, is that why you so desperately fought us to not call you that, was it because you were becoming aroused?”

“Fuck you, Barnes”.

“Actually, I think it’s more fuck you, Doll” he eased his cock out before sliding back in again. Bucky’s hips snapped into yours, starting off slow before building momentum, your cunt clinging to his cock desperately with each thrust.

It turned you on further to think that Steve was standing just beside Bucky watching you being fucked and with the hyperstimulation of his girthy cock and the fact that this was even happening, your orgasm came on quickly and suddenly. You only just had time to warn Barnes that you were cuming, hands grabbing onto his back as your cunt convulsed around him, squeezing him thoroughly.

Not giving you any time to come down from your high, the brunette whilst still balls deep, turned you both over so he was now underneath and you were now lying on his chest. Tiredly, you looked over your shoulder, smiling as Steve climbed onto the bed and remained behind you.

“Come on then Rogers, let’s see what you’ve got to offer”. Steve smirked at your taunting, reaching to your lips to press his fingers against them, hoping you would open them which you did, and sucked on them, coating the two digits with plenty of spit.

Pulling them out, he aimed them towards your puckered hole, easing one finger in at a time, making sure to thoroughly stretch you out, and adding three more fingers until he was satisfied that you would be able to take him without hurting yourself.

All the while Bucky had remained sheathed in your cunt, still thick and hard, you guessed that this had something to do with the serum that he could stay like this for so long. Without any further waiting, Steve’s cock brushed against your asshole, his warm tip taking its time to tease before being eased in. You felt your body trying to tense at being stretched from the second hole but you willed it to relax, and inch by inch disappeared into your hole.

Just as you felt like you were going to explode from fulness, he stopped, breathing heavily himself. “You’re so fucking tight” he muttered between breaths. The sensation was extremely intense, all of your vulnerable nerves were being touched in both the front and the back.

Steve’s hand fell into your hair once he had composed himself, pulling back harshly, effectively lifting you up from Bucky’s chest so that you had to lean your hands on his pecks whilst his hands rested against your breasts, which were still covered in your oversized shirt.

As Steve began to move, making sure to work with Bucky’s movements, you couldn’t believe how incredible pleasuring it felt, it was almost too much as each graze of someone's cock had you twitching to cum. 

It was an endless cycle of smacking hips together, orgasming hard and then them continuing. You weren't even sure how many times your pussy had convulsed around them both but by this point you had more dribble leaking down your chin and your mind was filled with white noise. The boys noticed that you seemed to be nearing your end and willed themselves to stop holding back their own orgasms.

“Fuck I’m going to cum” Steve stuttered first, pulling out at the same time as Bucky and man-handling you onto your back on the bed. You couldn’t even feel your legs, you had been well and truly fucked as the two super soldiers knelt over your face, tossing themselves off vigorously.

Noticing their plan, in your deliriously fucked out brain you managed to open your mouth and stick your tongue out in preparation for their cum. Steve was the first to shoot his load into your mouth, not missing a single drop as you eagerly licked your lips to make sure his salty goodness was drunk. Bucky followed him soon after, also cuming in your mouth but having to catch a drip with his thumb, pushing his white seed back into your mouth which you eagerly suck and drank down.

Closing your eyes, you were completely exhausted, only just being able to hear the boys beginning to redress themselves. Smiling to yourself, you managed to croak out, voice laced with tiredness, “could you both kindly fuck off and close the door behind you”.

Both of them chuckled as they exited without another word, leaving you to sleep peacefully.

[tiyoin]

Twisted anxiety reader in a singing contest show (MHAHAMHAHAH) It would be a reason why she was singing in the woods.

✨ imagine✨

MC is feeling useless and unhelpful and just wants to pull their weight in supporting the dorm and stuff. Just overall trying to be more useful to Yuu.

So she overhears smth about a anonymous singing contest and the winner will get $5000 which for mc, Yuu and Grimm that's a lot of money. And 2nd and 3rd also has cash prizes. I think she goes for 2nd place ,so she has the money of 1st without the popularity of 1st. So she puts her fears to the side (🤨no she doesn't) to help her friend and cat.

I see this contest being an online voting type thing. Also celebs 😉 do go on the show to help promote it, to judge them and what ever else they do.

In the show they give the contestants a "wish"/ charm that can help them with their performance (enter ✨shimmers✨ & instruments magic that was talked about). It what makes the show popular

Now we give MC song/writing abilities. She honestly has a diary of kind. She needs it.( Torture her bout it later😈)

Now I'm sure we wondering how does this come into play

THEY THINK THE SONGS ARE ABOUT THEM

They'll all find a way to connect the songs to themselves. If songs says an eye color or hair color the characters with said color goes crazy about it.

Enchanted by Taylor Swift is one that comes to mind as a song that everyone relates to.

Rook/ jade would send clips of MC singing on the show and "THIS IS THE VOICE I HEARD"

I have so many sub-plots for twisted singer reader.

Also I'm really glad to like hearing things like this. I was really nervous to send the asks.

More to come along at one point or another ☺️☺️

i immediately thought of “ivory skin and eyes of emerald green” from jolene and rook just going:

shout out to @/a-twistedheartslonging because i WILL NOT stop using this cute little rook meme they made fldkaldkakwkdkxkakdkfhx

OH MY GOD READER IS SO NERVY AND SCARED AND THINKING SOOO MUCH ABOUT THIS SINGING COMPETITION AHHHHH

they’re physically reacting to thinking about it. they’re nervous tics come out (that happens to me, whenever i’m suppppper nervous i start chanting and get anxiety induced tics) and yuu and grim are getting worried because nothing has happened, so why are you so anxious?

OH MY GOD HAHSHSHAH IMAGINE THE WHOLE CONTEST IS FILLED WITH INTROVERTS HAHDHAHAHAH they all get to suffer at our expense

MUWHAHAHAHSHZHHAH AHHHAHAHA AHAHAHAHAH😈😈😈

*clears throat* anyways 🙂

reader : *sings enchanted*

ALL of the guys she made eye contact with that week: …so you’re proposing?

OH MY GOD MAYBE ROOK AND JADE (for totally separate reasons) SEND IN A CLIP THEY TOOK OF Y/N SINGING AND SENDING IT TO THE SHOW BAHAHSHAHA

idk maybe there’s some super duper advanced magical technology (marvel’s equivalent of ‘quantum’) and y/n gets an invitation and they’re like????

I DIDNT EVEN DO ANYTHING YET

THE CELEBRITY ENDORSEMENT IS SOOO REAL-

ROOK BRINGING VIL TO THE FOREST WHOSE GRUMBLING ABOUT HOW HE HAS HOMEWORK AND HOW THIS’LL THROW HIS SCHEDULE OFF-

“non non! roi du poison you must come with me avec hâte!” (with haste)

and they’re crouched behind a rock for a few minutes and vil is annoyed because rook is doing rook things again and he does not have time for this. especially not today because he has to find someone to endorse for the music show he volunteered to judge.

only problem: EVERYONE SUCKS OR HAS AN UGLY PERSONALITY!! vil is disgusted by the cockiness and the greediness of these… influencers who paid their way to be on the show.

it puts a horrible taste in his mouth, especially with how shameless they are to try and win his favor. he’s not some cheap executive they can bribe to put their foot through the door, especially with their lack luster… abilities.

vil almost called it talent, but you had to be good to have that.

just as he’s about to voice his complaints and leave, rook’s grip on his shoulder stopped him from moving and the finger to his lips stopped him from breathing. vil was visibly shocked because rook never put hands on him, especially like this.

there was a snap of a twig up ahead. rook’s forest green eyes flicked to the horizon a few times, head too, urging him to look.

and he’s more than pleasantly surprised to see… you- well as much of yourself that you would allow the watchful eyes of the trees see. your ceremonial robe covering your short stature.

rook looked at vil expectingly, but vil was still confused, so what if a student was in the woods? unless it was his own this was a problem rook should bring up to the other house wardens. and it wasn’t illegal, nor against the school rules so-

then, you started singing.

he couldn’t recognize the song. but he could recognize the passion. yes you were untrained and flat in a few sections but that didn’t matter. you were good, pitchy but good.

song after song, sometimes repeating a few as you danced and bowed your heart away.

he wasn’t sure how much time passed but it was a considerable amount since the sun that once well over the trees now peeked through the canopy and was gazing longingly at the moon.

cursing, you looked around, bent down to collect the things you brought with you, and scurried away towards another entrance towards the forest.

vil was quick to react, to follow but rook stopped him. looking down at his vice house warden with an incredulous look, rook only shook his head softly. there was a reason you were alone in the woods and not in the various music clubs.

this was your little secret.

vil who WAITS for your submission so he can back you but you never submit… hm,

with a snap of his manicured fingers, rook is on it! maybe rook knows who you are, maybe he doesn’t, vil could really care less since the whole show is based off of anonymity.

(vil side eyes the influencers and other contestants who practically spell it out for the audience who they are so they can vote for them)

maybe to… put you on the right track vil has rook go to your little forest spot and place a flyer there, practically ENCOURAGING YOU TO SIGN. UP.

you think someone would get a hint right?

“huh, that’s weird… maybe i should change locations since someone else was here”

that’s it. rook’s sending in your video and you’re getting a flyer stapled to the tree saying you’re accepted. yes yes this is because of your fairy god mother’s NOW SING

vil also giving y/n some song recommendations he thinks that are good, up until he sees you gently pull out a FUCKING LOADED BOOK from your backpack filled with songs.

yes darling those are great but lol at all the nice songs he gave you! they’re in your range too!!

vil slowly finding out who you are because he heard you hum a song in the hallways that only the mysterious ‘forest nymph’ (what a ludicrous myth the students came up with) sang.

and yes he’s shocked that the ramshackle neet (ouch vil 😿) has golden pipes.

THE CHAT ROOM IS NOW INVITE ONLY TO THE PEOPLE WHO HAVE HEARD THE ELUSIVE FOREST NYMPHS SONG!!! (i’ll cook smthn better i promise)

VIL THINKING WHAT TO SEND THEM TO HELP THEM IN A CUT THORAT BATTLE ROUND AND ROOK OFF HANDEDLY COMMENTING ‘if only there were an orchestra here to play along with their beautiful singing’

ERUKIA!!

*cue golden instruments*

but in hindsight sight:

we’re gonna give her so much anxiety she’s not gonna know what to do😈 sorry pookie!! there’s no safe space at night raven college☺️🫶

[bellewintersroe]

Daniel Ricciardo x HornerDaughter! Reader.

You ask for a part 3, you shall receive 😈 I’ve had a few inbox’s and comments asking me for this so I’m happy to continue hehehe, do you all wanna see this series as pure smut or a mix? I think there’s only so much sex I can write 😭😭 this one is a mix so obviously an 18+ warning in place, but it’s not so heavy on smut in comparison to the other two parts.

@allabouthappiness thanks for asking me to tag you!!! If anybody else wants tagging in any of my work lemme know! Christian Horner throws a bbq party after Silverstone, it’s a good nice for the drivers to unwind and have some down time. High of the announcement he’d be racing once again, Daniel is obviously present and celebrating with his second family. The night is running smoothly, or so the Australian thinks, he just can’t get Christians daughter out of his head, and when she arrives later that evening the sexual tension is unbearable between the pair. In such a close proximity to being caught, will Daniel make a move? Or suffer in silence with his undeniable attraction to the younger woman…

“What do’ya want Daniel, a burger? Steak? Or my daughter?” Christian questioned.

“What?!” Daniels head snapped up in shock. “Or a hot dog?” Oh. “Uh, a burger, go on then…” God, he was so in his head. It had to stop, she wasn’t even here and Daniel couldn’t stop thinking about her. There was an odd disappointment that the pretty girl wasn’t there, a sickness deep in his stomach knowing she was at another party than here. He knew it was wrong to feel that way, but after their exchange over text the other evening, he just had to see her.

After a couple of drinks his phone felt heavier than ever in his pocket. He knew she was just a text away and remembered how she’d told him he could have her whenever. Her bedroom was just right up there, maybe when she got home, if she got home tonight, she’d drag him up there. Daniel shook the thought from his head quicker than it arrived, her family was sat right in front of him, and it felt twisted to think such sinful thoughts about Christian’s daughter.

The night grew later, and at around 1AM, Max found the wondering, drunk girl lingering in her kitchen nervously. “Hey, look who I found!” Everybody’s heads lifted in unison, the petite girl standing shyly, waving as Daniel felt his heart jump in his throat. He felt her look at everybody but him, and then, when she finally did, he looked away in pure shyness. What the fuck happened to Dutch courage? Y/n felt her eyes slowly trail across the men and their girlfriends, before they fixated on Daniel. He was fiddling with the beer bottle on his lap, scanning over the logo like it was the most interesting thing on the planet. A gentle smile followed by a slight blush grew on her face. In an odd sense she was worried he’d think she was frigid by not doing anything, but it was kinda difficult when so many people were around in her family home.

When he did look up, they caught eyes for the first time. He almost had to do a double take, especially when she started smiling, angelic and innocent, lingering over his as her body angled away, tits bouncing slightly as she shuffled in her seat. “Have you got any food left?” She then stood up, speaking to her father as Daniel felt his eyes roam over her tight little dress. Fuck. He couldn’t- he shouldn’t. Watching her interact with her family was undeniably sweet and charming, but he felt so guilty. The way he had to adjust himself in his pants ever so slightly at the curves of her body, it was so wrong but he was so hooked. An hour or so later, she’d had enough to drink to make the first move to sit next to him. She had Checo’s jumper on, nipped by the cool British night as Daniel watched them interact in borderline disgust. Christian and Geri had ventured to bed, so had some of the other men, but there was enough people still lingering to make the whole interact with her inappropriate.

“Did you eat the last kebab? Max said he’d save me one but they’re all gone.” She fell against his leg, bum scraping over his thigh, almost as she went to sit on his lap. Her body was pressed against his and her drink sloshed slightly down her bare leg causing a shiny wetness that Daniel wanted to lick clean. “Nah, kebab? I didn’t even get one of those.” The Australian answered, head turned and tilted down so they were face to face. A knowing smile grew on her face as she purposefully looked down to his lips. Daniel thought he’d have a heart attack.

“It was me…” Checo commented, coyly. “Checo!” She groaned playfully, Daniel grimacing when her attention was no longer on him. “What? You’ve got my jumper, that makes up for it!” The Mexican man exclaimed as Daniel ground his teeth together even harder. Was he being paranoid or was he flirting? He knew the Red Bull racer had a bad reputation with women, despite having a wife and four whole children at home. Daniel didn’t respect it.

“Yeah, yeah.” She shook it off, waving her hand before sipping from her glass again. “I’ll take the jumper off you?!” Checo then continued. It took everything in Daniel’s power not to roll his eyes, he couldn’t believe he was the only one hearing this. Even she was a little cringed out, she wasn’t stupid, she knew when a man was openly flirting, but Checo just had one of those personalities, plus she knew his partner, she’d never go there.

“Have it back then… I’ve got millions upstairs.” She teased, pulling it off and throwing it back directly in his face. Daniel liked that, there was no longer the smell of a man’s cologne on her, now it was only her sweet perfume that he found intoxicating. Now they were skin to skin, she purposefully brushed her arm against his, teasing as she fought for a comfortable position for her arm.

“You didn’t try a kebab then?” She turned her attention back to Daniel. “Nah, why, should I have?” He couldn’t hold back the smile the whole time they were talking. “Mmmh, they were good, weren’t they, Checo?” Despite her words being aimed at another man, her eyes were glued to Daniel. For a second or so, Checo eyed up the pair, squinting in confusion. Were they flirting or was he just super drunk? Checo just assumed the second about himself.

“Yeah… they were…”

* “See ya’ guys later.” Daniel waved to Max and Kelly who drove off in their lift back to their hotel. Kelly waved whilst Max’s head hung out of the window, sickened from the mixture of alcohol he’d been consuming all evening. From behind Daniel he felt a hand smooth over his back, causing him to tense seeing it was y/n. She looked so sexy, changed into her oversized T-shirt and shorts that he couldn’t see the bottom of. Daniel could see the press of her hardened nipples against the white material, piercings obvious as he had the most perverted thought to lift the shirt up.

“My Uber’s 15 minutes away.” He then muttered, feeling a little awkward from the silence that took over them. “Oh.” She played with the bottom of the shirt. Daniel could’ve sworn he saw shorts earlier, but he must’ve been fooled because there definitely was no material covering her thighs. Fuck, he had such easy access to her cunt, something he’d basically dreamt of for endless nights. Alone now, Daniel’s eyes fixated on the bare of her tan skin, fists balling at either side of him.

She let out a sigh, questioning how the hell they could do everything they wanted in the space of fifteen minutes. Much to her disappointment, they couldn’t. But the alcohol buzzing through her bloodstream wouldn’t allow him to leave without even the smallest of a kiss. Her hand slowly closed the door, pulling the bolt on as he gulped, blinking away, back to the floor below. Feeling himself sway, he slammed a hand against the door, preventing himself from falling. When he did he caught her fingers under his own. “You okay?” She giggled, head tilting up to him. “A little drunk.” He rubbed over his face quickly. For some reason he didn’t want her to know that he couldn’t get the thought of her sweet cunt out of his head.

“Just a little?” She teased, his hand still resting on her own. “More than a little, fuck.” He snickered as she had the overwhelming urge to kiss him. “So am I.” She giggled, wrapping her two smaller fingers over his and nudging his hand slowly down the door. Daniel’s hand moved with ease, eyeing up the movement as she lead it down to her ass. Daniel swallowed, feeling her soft skin as he gripped on her flesh, squeezing a handful of her ass gently. “Hm.” She hummed out gently, moving her hand up over his shoulder, followed by the other, almost as though she was testing the waters. Daniel nudged his face closer, dipping his head as he inhaled the scent of her perfume once more. Fuck, she smelt so good. Their faces were so close, nudging closer, each aching for contact. “Kiss me, Daniel… nobody’s here.” She whispered, trailing a hand down the back of his scalp. She’d needed him all evening, craved the close proximity between them. Now she only had 15 minutes of it? “You want me to?” Why was he nervous? She’d nodded with the slightest moan, making the first move to press her lips against his own. The kiss was gentle, soothing, it ignited a fire in both their chests.

He’d moved in closer, kissing her a little deeper, but when he heard a thumping noise from upstairs he jumped back, eyes wide in worry. “It was just the dog…” she giggled. “Oh.” He laughed, scratching the back of his neck. Sure enough, the door came scurrying down, heading towards his water bowl in the kitchen.

Taking him gently by the jaw, she moved her lips to the soft skin of his neck. Her smooth lips moved over the sensitive area, kissing and sucking with the lightest pressure. Daniel’s palm was back on the door, pressing to avoid the urge to just grab her body. “Touch me, Daniel.” She sensed the worry in him. “I can’t.” He shakily exhaled, penetrated by the worry that her dad could possibly come down and catch them. He wanted to, he really wanted to. “If I start I won’t be able to stop.” He admitted as she swallowed a little, smiling simply and kissing his cheek.

She pulled off, and Daniels eyes opened again seeing her ready to spin away. He couldn’t bare it, “no.” So he grabbed her arm, keeping her in place. “No, no.” He muttered, pulling them around his neck again. Fuck… he couldn’t touch her but she could- “talk to me.” Daniel borderline pleaded, closing his eyes again as the swell of her breasts pushed up against him, nipples hard against his top. “Talk to you?” She teased, pushing her hips up to his. He was already rock hard, fuck, she bet he hurt straining against his jeans like that. “Talk to me. Tell me everything you want me to do to you.. please, y/n.” He was speaking quickly now, hands now gripping at her hips as she pressed up against him.

“So I can’t kiss you… and you can’t touch me, but you wanna hear everything I want you to do to me?” She blinked back to him, a fake confusion taking over her face. Daniel nodded, dropping his head so he could look at her better.

“Why are you torturing yourself like that?” She giggled again, hearing him groan. “M’ not messing around.” A hand slid up her body, onto her neck, gripping her throat as she let out a breathy moan. Fuck, she didn’t know he had that in him. It turned her on 10x more and she wasn’t quite sure if she could cope with Daniel holding off for much longer.

“Fuck, why are you winding me up like this?” She whined, grabbing a hold of his arm. It was the first time she’d let the confident guard down, staring up to him with pleading eyes. “Please Daniel, please… please. Nobody knows…” she whispered, feeling his hand smooth up to her jaw. Daniel felt himself losing control and had to snap back into reality, gritting his teeth as he held her close. “You know I can stay quiet for you.” Her hands tan dangerously close to the top of her jeans. Daniel let out an inward moan, frustrated by how close he was to feeling so good with her. He stumbled back against the door, head looking back as she fell with him, fingertips grasping around the material of his pants.

Spurred on by his hardness she let out a gentle hum, gazing up to him again. “I can be your good girl, Daniel. If you just want me to talk to you, then that’s all I’ll do… I won’t touch.” Deep down she knew he wouldn’t resist, he could barely even look back into her eyes or he’d lose his mind.

“I won’t touch you ever again if you don’t want that.” God no. That’s not what Daniel wanted. He took her by the back of the head, holding her close as he pressed his lips to her forehead, inhaling the scent of her freshly washed hair. It reminded him of the time they’d fucked in the changing room, her ass pressed against his hips, his cock so deep inside of her… he wanted it again, fuck he knew he couldn’t but he needed it.

“I need you.” Daniel told her, shaking his head as she gripped at his shirt. “Then take me, fuck, you’re making it so hard on yourself. You’re not doing anything wrong.”

“You’re 22.” He muttered, lips moving against her forehead. “And your dad is- is upstairs… he’s my princi-“ “And he has no fucking clue you’re down here with me.” She told him firmly, sliding a hand back down to the hem of his jeans. “He never will. It’s only me and you.” She kissed his jaw once more. Daniel felt himself losing control, again, his hand sliding up her shirt, grazing over the thin material of her underwear, over her waist and stomach. “You’ve got five minutes to do whatever the fuck you want to me, or I’ll just go upstairs and do it myself.”

“Not upstairs, do it here, do it now.” Daniel choked out, fingers curling over her underwear and yanking them down. “Please, please. I can’t touch you, I won’t, but I can watch you.” He shook his head as she bit down on her lip, enjoying the slight control he had over her. “Why can’t you touch me?” Her voice was light and airy as her black underwear fell to the floor. She’d purposefully changed into them just for him to see.

“Not now.” Daniel hushed, guiding her hand to her pussy, she felt herself, already wet, running her fingers over the sensitive bud. “I want you to-“ he cut her off with a bruising kiss. “Just do it. For me, please.”

Her fingers rolled at her words, almost falling back into the wall, but Daniel pulled her close again, holding her waist close as he could feel the slow moving of her hand. “Faster.” Daniel instructed, against her mouth, hearing her moan as she continued to pleasure herself.

“Want ya’ to make yourself cum before I leave.” Daniel shook his head, unable to get enough of her kiss. “I can’t-“ she went to whine fingers dipping in her wetness, it would never feel as his would. “Yes you can.”

“Need you Daniel, please, need you to touch me. Your fingers would feel so good inside of me.” She drunkly babbled, keeping her voice low as Daniel’s forehead rested against hers. He felt undeniably turned on, his cock was throbbing in his trousers and it took everything inside of him to not pull his pants down and give her what she wanted. “So beautiful.. you look so beautiful doing this, y/n.” He breathed out, overwhelmed by her beauty. Her lips were slightly agape and plump from where they’d been kissing, her eyes were lazily focused on him, and there was a slight knot of pleasure between her brows. Daniel kissed there once more before meeting her lips.

He’d felt something funny inside of him, not for the first time, and it wasn’t because he was drunk either. They were real butterflies, fuck, that wasn’t good- but the way she was sighing was angelic- he almost couldn’t stop himself. The alcohol fuelled his sex drive, and also his anxieties. How could they ever be together? Woah- together? Where did that come from? Daniel pulled back from the kiss, looking over her face once again. So pretty, so youthful, she had her whole life ahead of her, what were they even doing? “Daniel.” She whimpered, and he couldn’t stop. No matter what his brain was telling him, he was too entranced by her. God, he knew it was wrong, so wrong, but it felt too good to stop. “I got you.” He hushed, tilting her chin up to meet in a kiss. She felt blissful, the relief of the touch was good, but if it was his touch it would’ve been better. His hand flattened over hers, fingers on top of hers, mimicking the action, he was so close, yet not close enough.

Sneaking her hand away, his fingers finally sunk into her wetness, but it was cut acutely short when the buzzing of his phone interrupted them both. The Uber. Fuck. “Shit.” Daniel cursed as she awkwardly reached down to pull her underwear up. Her teeth sunk down into her bottom lip, looking at him through her eyelashes as he answered the phone, telling them he’d be out in a second.

“Sorry.” He whispered, leaning forwards and pecking her on the lips quicker than she could process. “See you later, Daniel…” “Fuck- I-I’ll make it up to you. Some how.”

[dear-mrs-otome]

Would you please share crumbs of Jude's event? 👉👈

Yeah yeah! This goes for my other anon who was asking too...I won't go into any detail because I'm positive someone out there will do a much better job of translating but here's the super quick and dirty version, literally just copying what I was screeching to friends. see what i did there

Basically, Kate gets herself accidentally drugged shielding some woman when she and Jude are on a mission dealing with human traffickers, and she's high as fuck on this aphrodisiac stuff, just no brain cells left only horknee. Roger says she's just gotta wait it out and that someone should keep an eye on her overnight to make sure no bad side effects happen, and of course he volunteers.

Jude: he's just gonna try and get a piece -.-

Roger's like AS WOULD ANY OF US HERE and Jude's level of legit out loud just saying I'M SURROUNDED BY THE DREGS OF SOCIETY had me rolling.

Anyway, much to his surprise Kate picks him to be her monitor and he eventually gets exasperated with her not even being able to walk right, he's like I'm not standing here all night holding you up binch. You'll feel better if you just come, so here's my hand - go wild rubbing yourself on some fingers to get off.

He keeps giving her shit about her being pitiful and stuff but he never touches her anywhere else and only over her clothes as she comes a couple of times, and Kate finally implies that's why she picked him, because she knew he'd never take advantage of someone in her state. Jude teases her about how convenient it is to be able to blame all this sluttery on the drugs but he gets very serious (SOFT FACE ALERT) and tells her he's just yanking her chain - he knows she's not the sort of girl to give herself away so easily.

It's hilarious but also weirdly gentlemanly, and he helps her mentally get through it by commiserating with her rage that some guy is out there manufacturing this horrible stuff and putting women through what she's suffering through, and he basically says hang in there and after this is over how about you and I make sure we track down that fucker and give him hell 😈

There's a pretty amusing scene after the night ends, some time later when they HAVE caught the guy, and Kate's celebrating. Jude's confiscated all the aphrodisiac and taken over the supply lines, and Kate asks what he's gonna do with it, and he tells her he's gonna sell it. She's like WHAT but he very logically explains that if he doesn't, someone else will step up to make something possibly even worse, so he'll dilute it and control distribution safely (ostensibly to hopefully keep it safer) ((Jude for legalized marijuana amirite))

But then the shithead offers to sell her some with a sly grin and Kate's just difjfjfjdjd No NO THANK YOU

Jude: you sure? You SEEMED like you were enjoying yourself ;) leaving Kate just -.- And then he's basically like, eh i wouldn't mind being with you I guess your O face ain't so bad and poor Kate is left kind of like he's joking right? RIGHT? because if he isn't god help me and my poor heart

ANYWAYS...like I said, it was all kind of very twistedly chivalrous, and it really reinforced again that Jude's a dick but an equal opportunity one, he's never a dick to Kate because she's a woman. He drinks his respect juice, especially for exploited ladies it seems, even if he shows it strangely at times.

[sapphic-agent]

Can you please get into how much the fandom demonizes Rei? Like, I’m not disagreeing that she wasn’t the best mother. But people really turn this woman (who is financially, socially, AND emotionally dependent on her husband and Clan!) into some abusive mother who WANTED to burn Shoto’s face! When it’s obvious that she was begging her mother to take her away from the house because she was too stressed out from Endeavor’s influence and Touya’s death!

I don’t know, I just think she’s not a perfect mother, but nobody can be a perfect mother. She clearly did her best with what she had, and who would’ve believed her if she said Endeavor was an abusive husband and father? The police? Other heroes? No! I bet Endeavor would’ve claimed that SHE was the terrible parent and that she was suffering from PPSD (which, she probably was, four kids, two of which were born when Endeavor started getting obsessed with overcoming All Might? She definitely had that) and she would’ve ended up in the hospital no matter what.

Let's talk about it😈

So I was actually skimming through the manga where Shoto mentions this. He says that his mother was pushed and pushed by Endeavor until she just broke. And I love this because Shoto understands that his mom was in a shitty situation and never intended to hurt him. Unlike this shitty fandom, he's aware enough to see who was the abuser and who was the one who made a mistake.

Let's go over Rei's past for a minute. She:

Grew up in an environment that was at the best neglectful and at the worst abusive

Was sold like an object (and yes this is canon, the Himura Clan canonically sells their children it was a forced marriage, not an arranged marriage)

Married Endeavor and had Touya at 18

Already, she was dealt a shitty hand. Endeavor is also four years older than her, so he was 22 while she was only barely an adult. Even outside her being bought by him, there's a huge power imbalance here. Even if he was polite and nice in the beginning, she was at a major disadvantage in their "relationship."

One of my gripes with Horikoshi and the later parts of the manga is the retcon of the Todoroki past. How Shoto tells the story and how it's portrayed later are very different.

In Shoto's version, Endeavor hit Rei for defending him from Endeavor. In the Touya flashback, she tripped. In Shoto's version, Endeavor only saw his children as means to an end. In the Touya flashback, he's portrayed as caring about them. In Shoto's version, there's a menacing and villainous aura surrounding Endeavor. In the Touya flashback he's portrayed normally.

And this is done to make Endeavor look more sympathetic. Which is bad not only because he was an abuser who doesn't deserve sympathy, it also antagonizes Touya and Rei in the process.

(People could argue that Shoto's love for his mother and young age make him an unreliable narrator. But to me this is dismissing the victim. Shoto might have been young, but he recalls enough to tell it in excruciating detail. It was a huge part of his life and writing it off like that does him a disservice)

So there are two instances specifically that people demonize Rei for.

1. Shoto's Burn

Now this is the one that is her responsibility. My thing is though... No one ever said it wasn't? Least of all Rei herself. Once she saw Shoto again, she immediately apologized. During the event itself, she realized what she did and broke down and tried to fix it. She also spent 10 years in asylum paying for what she did (which is more consequence than Endeavor faced btw).

The thing no one seems to acknowledge about this is that this didn't come from nowhere. She didn't do what she did out of cruelty or hatred towards her son. She did it because Endeavor had abused her to the point of insanity. To the point where even seeing them in her kids' faces caused her to have a complete mental breakdown. Which is understandable due to the physical, verbal, financial, and sexual abuse he was putting her through.

You know, there's an irl story like this. A woman was suffering from severe PPD and other mental issues after having four kids I think it was. Doctors and everyone repeatedly told her husband that she souldn't have more kids. He didn't listen (I'm not sure if SA was involved here but I'm inclined to believe it was) and they continued to have more. Eventually one day she snapped and killed her children.

PPD is seriously dangerous when it's left untreated, even worse when that isn't the only thing going on. Rei was no doubt suffering from the ramifications of that, but on top of everything else Endeavor out her through I can't believe she didn't break earlier.

2. Touya's Situation

It baffles that people find it in themselves to blame Rei but feel sympathy towards Endeavor over Touya.

Because on top of every instance of abuse I mentioned above, Rei was also taking care of four kids completely by herself. That would be hard even without her own and Touya's mental issues.

From the manga panel I provided, she was the only one between her and Endeavor taking Touya's mental well-being seriously. She knew how having more kids would affect him and she was right. She was the one who had to deal with Touya lashing out when Endeavor ignored him (which also contributed to her breaking down and burning Shoto due to Touya emulating Endeavor).

Rei is a character who's been judged so unfairly. Partly because Endeavor fanboys, partly because Dabi/Shoto fangirls, and completely because of the misogyny that runs rampant in this fandom. She deserved so much better.

I have a fic giving Rei the justice she deserves if anyone's interested. It features my OC who happens to be Rei's quirkless younger sister. Give it a read if you want

[biteofcherry]

So I’ve been thinking about Alpha Steve and his omega. Like, I haven’t been able to get them out of my brain. So, we have seen what a little bit of punishment is like, but what happens when omega really ramps up her brat? I mean, sarcasm. Back talking. Teasing her Alpha daddy. Maybe sending him photos of her naked, when she knows he’s in an important business meeting? I’m sure this kind of behavior deserves more than just a spanking. Maybe edging her for days? Keep her nice and dripping until he takes her unexpectedly? Or how about making her cum until she passes out? Forcing orgasm after orgasm from her until her whole body is numb?

What would Alpha Steve do to make his omega behave poorly so she can be punished again? Um I mean so she follows his rules like a good girl? 😈😇

Leave it to Alpha!Steve to make you think of him afterhours 😎

To quote Natasha - Steve is creative in his punishments (like we got to see in the little blurb here). You never know what to expect from him, because sometimes it will be a "simple" spanking, other times something far more wicked 😈 He keeps you on your toes, so that you never really know what your brattiness might bring.

Running your mouth at him too much? Sweet brat, he's going to engage your mouth in better activities. And no, it won't just be you blowing him. Remember his belt, omega? It's gonna be buckled around your head and Steve's hips, keeping his cock deep in your throat and your nose nestled against Steve's belly. Don't think he doesn't sense you getting wet from it. But you won't be coming, nor breathing, until he's sure your teared up eyes shine true regret for your bratty outburst.

Teasing him (even if your bf egged you to do it) will result in your delicious body spread for him, taking everything he gives. Meaning taking everything before he even puts his fingers inside you. And you're not getting that dick at all, omega. Steve went through your toys - cute, but quite pathetic, really. No wonder your little pussy feels like ripping apart on his fingers alone. He replaces your toys with the ones he picked and he's going to use each one of them on you. The dreaded butt plug included. After all, you wanted to play, sweet omega. Right? After he edges you with all the toys and his fingers, Steve's going to strap a small vibe to your clit, leave it on the lowest setting... and go on about his day, leaving you there to suffer. He will check on you regularly, because he's vary caring; but mostly to hear your begging to let you cum. Which won't be happening. You'll get released from the bonds to sleep, but comes morning and the whole ordeal repeats. So long until you sob and Steve soothes you finally sliding his cock into your tormented pussy.

Snap at him that he's not your Alpha, or try to stomp away from him, and you'll find yourself fucked and spanked in a more humiliating way than usual. Steve bends you over the nearest surface and pumps you full of his cum. Then takes his big hand to your ass, leaving burning marks on your skin. Each slap makes you drip out his cum. For which he spanks you harder, because your wasting your Alpha's seed. He takes you again, with your ass still sore, not caring who hears your screams. If you don't cry out that he's your Alpha and that you belong to him? Your ass will be meeting his belt. Your thighs earn some welts too, so that later everyone can see the marks below the skirt of your dress.

Dare to rile him up when you're going somewhere, if you want an alpha command ordering you to get completely naked and sit like that in his car, with your legs spread and slick pooling out while he growls and purrs. He'll allow you to dress when you near your destination, your thighs sticky and your whole body shiny with sweat. Your head is dizzy from all the orgasms and near-orgasms he pulled out of you and Steve has to help you out of the car; no strength left in you to be anything but putty and perfectly obedient in his arms. If you grunt about him being awful and mean, Steve's purr will make you cream yourself in a place full of people; your wrists caught in one of his hands, the other holding you in place.

Just helping you be my sweet, good omega again.

P.S: It so just happens that when you sass Steve when you're working in the garden, there are nettles at hand growing wildly by the fence. The lashing you get may be soft, more squirming and laughing, but it leaves you with burning for a few hours.

[anxiescape]

It’s a million bajillion degrees and I’m currently suffering from heatstroke, so writing is confusing and drawing is confusing and everything is confusing.

So, uhh, here’s a cute little character that @amalgamorph​ and I made. We were gonna wait until her story was a little more developed to share her but uhh i don’t feel good and i wanna be productive so here you go

This is Princess Yingyue!

Who are her parents? Well, I’ll tell you. 😈

I have a one-shot that takes place later in Stargaze. Here’s the scene:

Wukong is hosting a party on Flower Fruit Mountain for the sages, as per usual. It’s a party to celebrate something or other, so they bring him gifts. Peng, the jokester that they are, thought it would be really funny to gift Wukong a bottle of pregnancy water from the Mother-Child River in the Kingdom of Women. They all laughed (except for Liu’er who’s a little confused), and the party continued.

Later, when they’re all sufficiently drunk, they decide to hold a drinking contest (because that makes sense 🙄). Peng, who really is very drunk and not thinking straight, thinks it would be hilarious to slip the water into Wukong’s wine. Surely Wukong would catch it before drinking it. Right? And then they can all laugh again and move on.

Right?

Wrong.

Wukong is super drunk at this point, but he’s trying to beat DBK. So he asks Liu’er to drink his cup for him, claiming that it still counts. Liu’er teases him for being a lightweight, and downs the drink before anyone can say anything.

Well, frick.

Peng, Yellowtusk, and Azure (who also knew what Peng did and tried to convince them it was a terrible idea) all look at one another like “👁️👄👁️”, and silently agree to take this to the grave. Surely nothing will come of this, right? Maybe pregnancy water doesn’t work on celestial monkeys. They all go to bed, and in the morning Liu’er looks just the same. The water is suppose to cause pregnancy and birth within three days, so if he looks the same, then surely it didn’t work, and no one will ever know.

Wrong. It just took longer to work.

Anyway, long story short, Liu’er is pregnant (woohoo mpreg, gosh i’m tired and i wanna go to bed). Neither of the monkeys know how this happened, and Wukong proudly starts proclaiming that it’s his kid, because, y’know... 👀

Long story short, pregnancy shenanigans, cute moments, sad moments, drama, and a very traumatic birth result in the adorable baby Yingyue, who got a lot of her powers from her mama. Papa? Birth giver.

Wukong dubs her Princess of Flower Fruit Mountain, and they all live happily ever after.

Until the pilgrim journey.

Oh dear.

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Anyway, here’s a cute sketch of the happy family! Once I feel better, I will fix it up and make it look nice, but until then here you go.

okay i’m gonna go pass out again or somethin don’t @ me

[noa-ciharu]

FuuKam 40 😈

Yea, this one suits then to the T. I made... angst 😭 I wrote pure pain and suffering, forgive me anon. It's X timeline so to be expected

40 - kiss because world is ending

"In the end, you've got your wish fulfilled"

Fuuma observed his soundings. Tokyo tower was nothing short of debris and ruins. Area around followed the same pattern; nothing but destruction in sight. Embers and ash all around, wind gusted and carried scent of death in its wake. Some ash got into eyes, made them water a bit; made breathing bit more difficult. In far distance fire could be discerned. Yet no sight of humanity.

There were none left.

An armageddon, just battle has ended long ago. World was ending. But sight was ugly and rotten.

He wished for this, yet victory felt hollow.

After all, there was something I wished for even more. So much that World's fate paled in comparison.

"Quite escapistic of you Kamui", Fuuma hushed and caressed Kamui's cheek. Metallic scent of blood reeked, didn't let him pretend for one split second.

Per expected Kamui didn't respond. More precisely couldn't respond. Blood was oozing out of wound on chest, as well as countless scratches and bruises Kamui had over his body. Eyes barely open, Fuuma could tell he was struggling to remain awake. Just this time Kamui fell into unconsciousness he won't be waking up ever again. Death was permanent after all.

Fate that Fuuma wished to avoid from the very start, one he was more than willing to destroy world for, to coax Kamui into killing him if needed for - it was unfolding right in front of his eyes.

Holy sword laid beside Kamui's body; front soaked in his blood. Whether what he did to Kamui could be considered murder or suicide by proxy, Fuuma couldn't pinpoint. Perhaps it was both. Perhaps it didn't even matter at this point. Only person who mattered in his world would be gone forever in mere minutes. Fuuma wished those final moments lasted for hours; instead they felt shorter than seconds.

A wish even wishmaster couldn't grant. No pain more agonizing than wishing to save loved one who doesn't want to be saved. Who doesn't recognize self-destructiveness taking hold.

You died in name of love, but there's no love here. Did you really think this would make anyone happy? Would make me happy?

Does it make you happy?

"Humans have deep capacity for selfishness inside them. Even deeper for irrationality", Fuuma murmured while leaning over Kamui's frame; voice hoarse and ragged, only moments later did Fuuma become aware of tears sliding down his cheeks.

Still he forced himself to smile a bit; after all, it would be last thing Kamui saw before inevitable demise. If he could, Kamui would probably be surprised by seeing him in such wretched state. Nonetheless Fuuma noticed his eyes widening a fraction.

"I know that the best after all"

All the wishes be granted, yet there won't be anyone to grant him his own. Irony couldn't hit harder, if situation wasn't so grim Fuuma would have laughed.

Kamui opened his mouth as to say something; instead he coughed blood. Chest raised up and down, breathing a difficult task when body was in critical condition. Life was fading out of him.

"You...won", Kamui managed to breathe out.

Meek smile reached Fuuma's lips. Whether it was sarcastic or genuine one, bittersweet or desperate one, he couldn't tell.

"No Kamui, you won"

All I wished was for you to wish to survive no matter what. I never cared about the World you wanted to sacrifice yourself for.

Gradually Kamui's eyes fell close. Fuuma was no fool to hope he would ever open them again. He leaned over Kamui's soon-to-be corpse, discerned weak yet still present heartbeat. On their left laid Kamui's sword; metal clear and shiny, proof of Kamui's inability to harm him; harm body of old Fuuma he died for wishing to return back to 'normal state'. Died for pipe dream. So cruel of you to wish for him to return to World you no longer exist in.

Cruel of you to force me to live with a wish impossible to make into reality.

Without any deliberation Fuuma picked up sword and placed over own chest. Yet doing that would be no better than Kamui's wish for self destruction. No different from all nameless people who died in name of pointless self sacrifices. Would make him a hypocrite. Kamui died so he could live, even if just in name for his soul would die in same breath Kamui would. Fuuma would respect it, even of Kamui couldn't respect his wish.

Fuuma leaned over Kamui and cupped his cheek once again. No response, no recognition. He pressed lips over Kamui's. They were cold to touch.

So many things were left unspoken between us. So many things I wished for you, yet you didn't wish for yourself.

Still, I wish you wouldn't leave this world thinking you were unloved.

Kiss ended in mere seconds. Fuuma knelt up and placed sword over bloodied one; they fell into x shape. Without Kamui here there was no point of apocalypse; noone to oppose him, noone to challenge him. Noone to look forward to seeing; noone to love. No point in anything, not even in death.

Not when he had to live in Kamui's name.

Such cruel fate. But I guess it's a fitting punishemnt.

Fuuma raised up and began pacing away from the scene. He never looked back.

[middleearthpixie]

Seven Days ~ Chapter Twelve

Seven Days -  Modern Tolkien AU

Firefighter Frerin Durin died in a fire set deliberately. But after he helps his brother, Thorin find happiness, Frerin is offered a second chance. He has to prove himself worthy by righting the one major wrong in his life. Otherwise, history will repeat and he will die for good this time. The catch? He has seven days in which to do this and isn’t even certain what his major wrong is.

At least, he doesn’t know for long. 

Syd Prescott has known Frerin since high school. She spent one night with him and then he vanished from her life. Now, he claims he wants to make it up to her, to right was he realizes was his major wrong. But can she trust him? And can he prove to her that she can before it’s too late? 

A/N - This story is the sequel to Miss Fortune, but is a stand alone story. 

And a special thank you once again to @laurfilijames for suffering with me as we lusted over pics of Mr. Gerard Butler... 😈

Summary: After Frerin drops her off, Syd has herself convinced she’s not going to see him again, but that isn’t necessarily true… 

Pairing: Modern!Frerin x OFC Syd Prescott

Characters: Frerin, Syd, Nico Zarelli, Dave Brewer, Holly Cassidy.

Warnings: None

Rating: T

Word Count: 2,011 

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Previous chapters can be found here.

December 8th

Wednesday

Syd bit back a sigh as Frerin eased to a stop in front of Gram’s house and eased the transmission into park. He turned to her. “So, have you thought about where you’d like to go tomorrow night?”

“Tomorrow? I thought you’d want to wait until Friday?”

He grinned. “Why would I want to wait an extra day?”

“Because you’re only getting off work tomorrow morning?”

“If it’s quiet, it won’t be a problem. It’s not like I’ll be up the entire twenty-four hours. That only happens if we have a busy night. Otherwise, I sleep at the firehouse like any other night.” He reached over to trace his forefinger along her cheek. “And if it’s a busy night, I’ll push through.”

“It’s okay if you want to wait,” she told him, fighting to keep her eyes from closing at the gentle touch. It had been such a wonderful night and she hated to see it end. 

“I don’t want to wait, Syd.” His finger slowed, then went still. “I’ve waited long enough.”

“Frerin.”

“What? I have. So, pick a place and that’s where we’ll go and if there’s anything else you want to do, just say the word.”

She just held his gaze for a long moment. “I’ll have to give it some thought.”

“So, give it some thought. I’m not going anywhere.” He lowered his hand and turned back to stare out the windshield. “Maybe I’m rushing things here, Syd, and if you think so, say something, okay? I mean, I know I’ve given you more than enough reason to not trust me, and I know I can’t fault you for not trusting me. But, I swear to you, I’m not playing with you. I’m not fooling around this time. I’m not doing anything other than trying to convince you I’m a decent guy. That’s all. And I don't mean the I was nice to you so you owe me sex kind of decent guy.”

She just stared at him for a long moment, her heart speeding up with the one question that had plagued her since he’d come back into her life. “But why now?”

“I—you popped into my head the other day and I just couldn't stop thinking about you. And that’s when I came by Miss Fortune’s Crystal and since then, I still can’t stop thinking about you. I’ll be at work doing whatever later on today, tonight, whatever, and I guarantee you, you’ll be on my mind.”

There wasn't a trace of amusement in his voice, no indication whatsoever that he was anything other than sincere. And he looked utterly seriously as he spoke. His aura offered up no hint that he was lying, as auras could sometimes betray such a thing. In fact, there was a bit more yellow in his aura, which meant whatever weighed him down even only yesterday had begun to lift somewhat.

“Come on,” he tugged the keys from the ignition, “let me walk you up. I mean, unless your grandmother or sisters are going to be lying in wait for me.”

“No.” She pushed open her door and climbed down, adding, “They knew we were going out and they know you, so, I suppose it’s possible. I just don’t think it’s all that likely.”

He came around the Jeep’s hood, the wind blowing his hair into dark peaks. “Ah, but I am a changed man, remember?”

“Frerin,” she offered up a long look, shaking her head, “a changed man? Really?”

“Really. You’ll see.” He draped his arm about her shoulders as they started up the front walk. “And when you do see, I promise not to gloat or say I told you so, or any of that.”

She shook her head, clumping up the front steps. “And if I don’t see it?”

“You will.” He tightened that arm about her, and to her surprise, drew her flush against him. “Because I will prove it to you, honey. You’ll see.”

“I suppose I will.” She looked down at her watch. It was quarter after eleven. “You should go.”

“Yeah, I have a couple errands to run before I clock in, so, I’ll see you tomorrow.” He bent to brush her lips with a light kiss. “I’ll give you a call when I get home, okay?”

“Okay.” She gazed up at him as he pulled back. “Sounds good.”

“Good.” 

He winked, kissed her once more, and then turned to start down the steps. She stood there for a moment, then called, “Frerin?”

“Yeah?” He turned.

“Be careful.”

“I’m always careful, Syd. I’ll see you.”

She sighed softly as she turned the doorhandle, which wasn't locked, and stepped inside as he hit the horn and pulled away from the curb. A hint of sadness settled over her as his Jeep disappeared down the street. Somehow, she had the feeling she was not going to see him again. 

“Syd? Is that you?”

“Hi, Gram,” she called back. “It’s me. You’re back already?”

“We were there a few hours and the boy was found, safe and sound save for a little frostbite. He is apparently a little escape artist.”

“Well, that’s a good thing, more or less.”

“It’s always a good thing when a lost little one is found safely. You know that.”

“You’re right, I do. Now, tell me, were you worried that I wasn't here last night?”

Syd strolled into the kitchen to see her grandmother at the table, sipping a cup of coffee. Lowering it, Gram shook her head. “No. Frerin’s a Durin. I don’t want the details of what you were doing with him, but I know you’re safe with him just the same.” She looked up then and her brow furrowed. “Or maybe not? Syd, what’s wrong?”

Syd pulled out the chair across from her and sank into it. “I don’t know, Gram. I just… I like him, you know? And I’m—I don’t know, maybe I’m just being stupid.”

“About Frerin?”

She nodded. “I want to trust him. I really do, but…”

“But what?”

“I don’t know. I guess I’m just not quite believing he’s changed.” She sighed softly, tracing along the outline of an apple on the fruit-themed tablecloth. “I mean, why would he change for me? We went out once and that was it.”

“Well, your sister and Thorin had a single conversation and look where they are now. Fate works in mysterious ways, Syd. You know that. Do you think you can trust him?”

Syd sighed softly. “I want to.”

“That’s not what I asked. Do you think you can?”

“I don’t know yet. I guess we’ll see. He’s supposed to call me when he gets off work tomorrow. But he was going to call me when he got off work last summer, too.” A heavy sigh rose to her lips as she looked at the clock. “I’ve got to get to the shop.”

“Syd,” Gram reached for her across the table, catching her hand before Syd could stand, “what does your instinct tell you?”

“That I’m setting myself up again. Gram, he’s hot, okay? He’s a hot fireman who can have any girl he wants and he knows it. Why would he want me?”

“Why do you do that? Why do you sell yourself so short, Sydney? He should consider himself lucky to have you even consider going out with him.”

“Yeah, sure.” Syd gently pulled her hand free and got to her feet. “I need to go change.”

She didn't wait for Gram to reply, but made her way up to her room, where she closed and locked the door, and leaned back against it. Although he’d offered her a hoodie, she’d opted to just wear her own clothes home, and so changed from them into clean underwear and bra, jeans, and a cozy, oversized cream-colored fisherman’s sweater and then hurried back down to grab her keys and purse and head out to the shop. 

“Where are you?”

Frerin snapped out of his reverie when Nico nudged him sharply in the side. “What?”

“I just asked you where the remote is like twice. Where are you today?”

“Oh, sorry.” Frerin reached behind him, on the low ledge dividing the kitchen area of the upstairs part of the fire station from the lounging area, where the remote sat. “I’m just lost in thought.”

“Yeah? What’s her name?” Nico tugged out the chair across from him and dropped into it.

“Syd.” Frerin couldn't help but smile. 

“And what club did you meet this lucky lady at?”

“Nah, no club at all, my friend. I’ve known her since I was a kid. Syd Prescott. She was two years ahead of me in school.”

“Ahh… an older woman. Nice.”

Frerin chuckled. “Yeah, but only a little bit older. Anyway, I’m just thinking about her, is all.”

“Uh-oh, you’ve got that look, man.”

“What look?”

“The you want to run off with her look.”

Frerin chuckled. “I’m not thinking that far ahead yet. We’ve been out twice and I’m on shaky ground with her.”

Nico’s dark eyes narrowed. “Why? What’d you do?”

“Oh, man, I don’t want to get into it.”

Dave Brewer came up the stairs and made a beeline for the fridge. “Get into what, Durin? You in trouble?”

“Maybe. I don’t know. I think I might be.” He sat back in his chair and looked up at both men. They’d worked together the entire time Frerin had been with the department and aside from Thorin, there was no one else Frerin trusted more than the men and women of Engine Two/Ladder Two. 

“What did you do?” Dave turned his chair backwards before sinking into it and rested his chin on the back. “Give over and tell us.”

“I bumped into her last summer, at Darcy’s.”

“Oh…” Nico’s eyes widened and lit up to a certain degree. “The hot little redhead you couldn't stop staring at? That one? That’s Syd Prescott?”

“Yeah,” Frerin smiled, “the hot little redhead.”

“Her family owns the spook shop, don’t they?” Dave asked, looking from him to Nico and back.

“Yeah, I think so.” Nico nodded. “Not an ugly one in that family either. Damn… I’m jealous, Frer, I really am. She was fine.”

“You should be.” Frerin grinned as he got up and moved to pour himself a cup of coffee. “Anyway, she and I spent the night together and I swear, I meant to call her, but—”

Nico and Dave both winced at the same time and Nico said, “Ouch. Wait… was this before Lisa or during Lisa?”

“Before. And we’re not talking about her. She has nothing to do with this.”

“Uh-oh,” Dave said in a low voice, “he sounds serious.”

“He is serious,” Frerin told him, setting his coffee mug on the table. “I fucked it up with Syd, then started seeing Lisa, but that’s neither here nor there.”

“What’s going on?” Holly came up the stairs. “What did you do this time, Frerin?”

“Nothing. That’s just it. I’ve got some serious making up to do to Syd because I know she’s just waiting for me to disappear again and I am not letting that happen.”

“Holy shit, you sound serious,” Holly said, pulling up a chair as well. “And you better be careful she doesn’t put a hex on you or some shit like that.”

Nico snorted. “They aren’t witches. They’re gypsies.”

“Hey, watch it,” Frerin growled. “Enough with the gypsy talk, got it?”

“Sorry, man. I didn’t mean anything by it.”

“Yeah, well, either way. Let’s lay off the word gypsy, okay? It’s an in—”

The alarm went off and all conversation was forgotten as they jumped up from their seats and hurried down to the main floor, where their turnout gear hung. Shoes were kicked off, boots and trousers tugged on and fastened into place, coats, helmets, shields were grabbed and it was only a matter of minutes before Frerin climbed into the ladder truck with Nico and they roared out of the station. 

[lightlycareless]

CHAPTER 31 WAS SO,,, DELICIOUS,,

they're on a date! the worst date in the world, but its a date! good(?) for them?

naoya in the parking garage trying to flirt and failing so so miserably is so... truly incredible. in any other scenario it really would've been sweet and fairly good flirting but with the full context its so. he's really oblivious here.

THE CROSSWALK?? HELLO?? HE'S JUST NOT GOING TO SAY ANYTHING?? like firstly y/n go OFF thats RIGHT fucking GET HIS ASS "don't fucking touch me" is completely appropriate-- but then also he just. he doesn't say anything. i was fully expecting it to come up again but he just doesn't??? can he just not process that without his entire psyche crumbling down around him or is he gonna bring that one up again later

the poor waitress. she deserved a 500% tip for dealing with them. poor lady. once again i understand why naoya is worried-- yeah, she hasn't eaten like all day! she probably looks pale and shaky as hell (this is because of you, naoya, but he wouldn't know that). totally understandable to try to insist she eats something- but there's just no way that him trying to force her to do anything is going to help at all.

also.. the zenin's would cancel his credit card/access to the bank account if he did something wrong? fucked up and pretty indicative he's on thin ice here too even though he's (undeniably) doing better than y/n. i'd imagine that's not helping put him in a good headspace for self-reflection if he knows straying too far from what his family approves of could mean losing a lot of personal freedoms (including the ability to even leave the estate, recalling what he said about replacing the car in chapter 29...)

THE LITTLE GIRL W THE BUTTERFLIES WAS SO CUTE,,, and then naoya has to swing in like "i think you're pretty too 🥺" and give her a whole traumatic flashback like. man. just be quiet. you could salvage so many of these situations by just being quiet.

and they FINALLY,, had a CONVERSATION,,, even if it was something mundane like the records!! they talked to each other without snapping or insulting or being sexist!!! we're winning so hard rn-- and is she about to drop backstory for him too?? and about the parents?? now thats a BIG step i'm so excited for them (<- is about to get emotionally devastated by the next chapter)

another beautiful chapter of my favorite horribly misfunctional couple <3 thank you for the wonderful writing and i hope you have fun on your break!!

HELLO!!! I’m so happy you enjoyed the meal 😈

I love hyping the fact that they’re on a date, and yet, it couldn’t be any further from the truth 😂 It’s like a car crash you just can’t stop looking at ahahahah

I think it’s pretty obvious by this point that Naoya does not know how to socialize without looking completely creepy/frightening. And I can’t blame him, he’s either venerated as a god, or completely dismissed and berated 💀 STILL FIXABLE AMIRITE?

The crosswalk scene… I can literally hear Y/N’s voice and the way it broke… I feel bad for her damn why am I making all characters suffer?? Who is the one character that is happy??? No one. That’s who lol not even Haruko who is like the most cheerful of them all is happy all the time. 😭

And he did bring it up in a way 🤭, with the stupid question of “Do you speak to Naoaki like that?” omg please Naoya… take that man out from your mind hahaha it seems like you’re in love with him I s2g 😭😂 but as I said, Naoya doesn’t it have in himself to do anything like that anymore, as much as he wants to yell and whatnot, he knows very well that if he does that thing he’ll just push her away—definitely. And in a way, I want him to do that, leave Y/N alone!! (yes, even if she has to eat, leave her!! She’s not going to eat with you PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE)

Also, for the credit card… I just thought it would make sense hahaha for a family as rich as theirs, I just felt like that’s the next thing they would do 🤔 I don’t recall stating Naoya to be some kind of big spender (He might be... let's be real), but I do think that the Zen’in have spent a lot of money on their wedding and all the formalities that followed suit, so for them to consistently bring problems… well, I’m sure Naobito has thought many times to just leave his son without anything to really teach him a lesson—but stopped because he doesn’t want to deal with his whiny son any more than necessary lol, but Naoya doesn’t know that 👀 so he’s out there living in the suspense of having to be careful with his actions, less he wants to lose more. Gee… HOW DOES THAT FEEL NAOYA? HMMM???

I LOVED THE LITTLE GIRL, I was so happy that happened lol I think Y/N answered to her because she reminded her of Mai and Maki 🤭 which Naoya had to obviously ruin by his unrequited comment lmao. Even if he meant it like something genuine, why… couldn’t he see how painful that memory was for her? Omg is she even his wife???????? You’re right, he could do so much better if he just kept quiet 😭

Their conversation is something else that I was looking forward too :> and while it’s from something a bit… well, different from the elephant of the room, I share your sentiment by saying it was refreshing to see them interact with one another like actual human beings… I want them to be together, HAPPY I MEAN. Oh well… if that won’t happen, we have Naoaki lol

As for the backstory, yes, she’ll also share it with him :> Although I intended it to be a combination of a “reader exclusive” + “what’s she’s willing to share with Naoya” kind of perspective, if that makes sense, I’ll try my best to define it so while writing the next chapter 🤭. And even if this isn’t as emotionally impactful, I think the ending will have you a bit like “oof, that’s rough buddy” HHAHHAHAH

Thank you so much for your support and kind words 🥺❤ I’m so happy you’re liking the shenanigans between the couple of the moment lol (dysfunctional is like an understatement for them tbh they're beyond that 😂😂😂😂😂) and it kind of pains me to have to leave, but gotta do what I gotta do… haha

I’ll do my best to have fun :>!! Which I doubt I won’t have, I’m super excited!!!

Once again, thank you so much for your continuous support 😭❤❤❤❤ Can’t wait for you to read the next chapters!! (Specifically that one…. Jkahgakskjgv) Have a wonderful week, take care, and hope to see you soon!!!

[dmagedgoods]

2 and 6 for Daeran and Sal pls :)

2. What would they do if the other woke in a manic state after a nightmare? They both wake up at night with a certain frequency, suffering from nightmares and flashbacks of past happenings. Salvadore either dreams about his childhood when he was tortured by his family or loses himself in guilt after a dire mistake that has cost some lives of those he’s responsible for or finds himself back in Areelu’s laboratory, captured and experimented on. He’d prefer to try and not to wake Daeran over it, but it usually happens anyway, causing him to complain about needing his beauty sleep, concern clear and strong in his bright green eyes, his expression revealing his attempt to sound irritated as the obvious lie it is. Salvadore brushes it off. “It was nothing.” – Fear and pain still heavy in his chest. – “And you are right, you need your sleep or you’ll be insufferable tomorrow. – Even more than usual.” Daeran pulls him into a tight embrace, his voice quiet in the darkness: “Tell me about it.” And Salvadore does, allowing himself to be held and protected by his arms and warmth and care. Daeran listens, stroking him gently, telling him that he won’t allow any harm to come even close to him ever again, managing to lighten the mood even then in his unique way of just making anything so much easier to bear. He will keep his halo shining for the night, knowing how much Salvadore loves the light. When it’s Daeran who wakes up, haunted by my memories of his dying mother, the rampant disease in the estate, the Other controlling his life, all the death around him, Salvadore wakes from his tossing and turning, gently touches him and calls his name until he opens his eyes. Daeran rarely likes to go into details when he’s asking if he wants to share what the dream has been about. Instead, Salvadore chases away the fears by holding him close as well, talking to him softly, making sure he knows how safe and intensely loved he is. Sometimes he tells a little story, the way Eneas did to him when he has been a boy. If sleep stays out of reach, Salvadore reads to Daeran or plays his violin for him. Or – in the worst of cases – they get up in the middle of the night and cook a far too early, far too abundant breakfast. 6. Who would beg the other not to leave? Who has to leave to protect the other? What a nice hurt/comfort question! I imagined the scenario in many forms, imagined the Other to threat Salvadore’s life without his knowledge instead of how things went in the game – or another entity later, spotting the promising portal Daeran is, maybe one with a sadistic pleasure in ruining his life – and Daeran actually trying to keep Salvadore at distance out of agonizing fear, needing to hurt him, needing to do the very worst to him to keep him safe. I love to picture Salvadore running against walls, begging, broken, on his knees even, incapable of believing that all of it only has been a game to him, while Daeran stays cold, smiling at him in condescending cruelty, playing his act so well, because it’s this or Salvadore’s death. Mmh, maybe I should write the fic. 😈

[theminecraftbox]

sam and dream stuck in a confined space together. this will in no way go wrong! at least uh, at least quackity being in charge isn't sam being in charge?

/rp /dsmp

Prison Podcast But Evil 😈 @dr3amofagame

Sam and Dream are roomies! Everyone cheer!

Sam is… incredibly stressed. He responds very poorly to his lack of control. As soon as Techno is gone, he sets about trying to make Dream obey him as much as possible, by whatever means necessary.

Dream, however, isn’t going to take this totally lying down. Techno and Quackity and the state of the prison and Sam’s obvious terror have given him the first sincere bolt of hope he’s felt since the very beginning of his imprisonment. And—yeah, Sam is taller and stronger than him, and Dream’s hurt and starved, but Sam doesn’t have arms or armor either. Sam is every bit the prisoner that Dream is. Dream can talk back to him for the first time in a year.

Sam reacts with violence. Dream is not in any kind of condition to fight him. But even when things end with Dream crumpled and shaking and bloodied, Dream knows he’s just won a point. That beating was… crude. Pointless. Weak. Sam’s desperate and they both know it. Something in the air has shifted. Dream spits blood at Sam’s feet and Sam can’t just turn on a dispenser and leave.

Quackity returns. He wants the keys to the prison, he wants the revive book, and he wants to make both Sam and Dream pay. Quackity is also very stressed, because he knows Technoblade is probably on his way to wreck his shit. He needs Las Nevadas fortified and he needs the prison fully operational now rather than later, thanks.

So this means that Q’s focus is, for better or for worse, mostly on Sam rather than on Dream. Not that Quackity doesn’t hate Dream; not that Quackity doesn’t enjoy kicking Dream while he’s down (he definitely does). But Dream IS down. And Sam isn’t yet, and Quackity needs that to change. Quickly.

Quackity pulls out a diamond axe and a set of knives, and Sam breaks apart.

Quackity, and torture, and Dream, and this cell? It’s horrific deja vu. It’s too much; far too close and too far from what Sam remembers, a twisted rendition of a song he’s been trying not to listen to for a year and a half. He’s been bearing this burden all alone for so long. He wants to tell someone. He wants to tell Quackity. (He wants to tell Dream.)

So Sam spills. Stumbling over his words, he gives Dream and Quackity the truth. That he is from another future; that he was sent back; that he, all year, has been trying to fix things. He explains what happened in broad terms—that Dream murdered Tommy, that Quackity tortured him for months to obtain the book and never succeeded, and that Dream eventually escaped and wreaked ~terrible~ havoc, including that he killed Sam once and that he was going to hunt down Quackity.

“So it was for your own good,” Sam finishes, and he’s addressing both of them. “I was saving you from this. I was making everything better.”

Dream and Quackity stare at him, wide-eyed. “Quackity, please,” Sam implores, “I never meant things to turn out like that with you. Maybe I was… hasty. But we can still be partners! I can fix the prison, I can get the book from Dream, we can share it.”

Quackity flexes his prosthetic fingers on the hilt of his axe and he laughs right in Sam’s face. “You are such a fucking hypocrite, Sam,” he says. And then he swings the axe at Sam’s legs.

In some ways, Sam breaks quickly and easily. But he’s just as fast to build himself right back up again. He clings to his notions of justice and he clings to his conviction that he’s right, that his way was the only way. And that helps him stay strong, that helps him hold up under the cruelty.

Dream, for his part, is torn between ugly fascination with Sam’s suffering (and a certain crazed camaraderie with Quackity), and resigned terror of the fresh hell that Quackity promises.

When Quackity leaves them a roll of bandages and a health potion and a sneered threat to stay alive, Sam and Dream are there to piece each other back together. Dream no longer questions Sam’s skill at post-torture triage; Sam listens when Dream tells him how to breathe through pain.

[pansy-chic27213]

Sanders Sides Encanto AU

Basically, this is just how I would cast everybody. I’m basing this more on personality and the Sides’ current struggles, rather than aesthetic or Gifts.

I would love to hear your thoughts; do you agree? Disagree?

🖤 Logan as Julieta

Both of these characters are the caregivers of the family. Logan’s role would be very similar - more along the lines of fixing things. He’s the one that people turn to for most solutions to their problems, but it’s a lot of stress to always come up with the perfect answer.

💙 Patton as Pepa

I feel like this one’s a little more obvious because they both have to do with emotions. I would even give Patton the same Gift, of having his emotions affect the weather. Instead of being told to keep things sunny, he does that to himself, out of guilt.

❤️ Roman as Luisa

Like Luisa, Roman feels that he needs to always be strong and protect his family. Further, he also struggles with insecurity and how he can be of worth if he’s not helping his family. An extra layer of angst for this AU would be that, because of how much the family relies on his strength to do chores and stuff, he rarely has time to pursue his creative passions.

💛 Janus as Isabela

This one may seem odd, but Isabela spends most of the movie lying about how she feels. She pretends to be perfect and to want to marry Mariano. Likewise, I think Janus would represent this two-faced dilemma. He acts as the perfect face of the family, and so he can never truly express his more mischievous desires. In this AU, I would have Janus have Camilo’s gift of shapeshifting, because I think that would be really interesting to explore.

💚 Remus as Bruno

Misunderstood Rat Man? Says things that people don’t want to hear? Has some odd habits? Spends most of his time hiding away/being shunned? 👀

I would still want Remus to have Bruno’s Gift of prophecy, but I think the AU would take more of the angle that constantly seeing negative visions slowly drove him a little crazy, which was worsened by his family’s rejection of him. With some love and positivity, some of his more negative habits would fade away.

💜 Virgil as Mirabel

At first, Virgil doesn’t seem to have a gift. He just seems like this negative force that makes things worse all the time. He’s the scapegoat that takes the blame for any mishaps in the family.

In reality, Virgil has a gift of seeing the truth. I don’t know if this would be a magical Gift from the miracle, or something he has learned. This gift is affected by his negative interpretation of things, but over the course of the story, he would learn how to see things for how they are and how to stand up for what’s right.

But if Virgil is Mirabel, then who is Thomas?

💖 Thomas as Abuela 😈

(The little evil face is me smirking, not me saying that Abuela is evil)

In Sanders Sides, Thomas questions himself and pushes himself to be a perfect “good person” and functional adult. He’s not intentionally hurting any of his Sides, but he does put a lot of pressure on them.

Likewise, Abuela has suffered serious trauma that she never had time to process and has been trying to prevent similar things from happening to her family. She builds up walls to protect those she loves, without realizes how those walls and restrictions spread the trauma to later generations.

This is why I would cast Thomas as the head of the house and have him unintentionally put pressure on each of the family members to be perfect. Over the course of the story, he starts to realize that what he’s been doing may be wrong, but the confrontation with Virgil gives him clarity and a more clear direction for how to be better and mend things in the family.

💕 Again, I’d love to hear your thoughts and ideas! I know that a lot of the family members got left out because there aren’t as many characters in Sanders Sides. Would you bring in some of Thomas’s other characters to fill those roles? I’m just really excited about this idea! 💓

[cloudlessly-light]

*Kneels at your feet*

May a peasant request a prompt where Emily sends Hotch DIRTY messages all day at work and since Hotch can’t do anything about it Emily makes him suffer? And then ofc he lets her know how much trouble she caused him once they get home 😈

If I didn't know who you were I'd be concerned LOL. Hope you like it you peasant!

Rating: Explicit 

Warnings: Smut, sexting, bratty Emily, dom Aaron dom/sub undertones, choking, orgasm denial/control, rough, mentions of impact play (paddle) 

Emily sighed as she laid back on the bed, towel around her body and already bored. She had been out of the field almost two weeks, a concussion leading to her spending her days either on the couch or on the bed. But she was going back to work on Monday, a long discussion with Aaron and the green light from her doctor finally leading to her being allowed back in the field. 

She grabbed her phone and smiled to herself, she might as well have some fun if she was going to spend the day alone at the house she and Aaron had bought together. 

What are you wearing?  

You aren’t supposed to look at screens. Came the reply less than 30 seconds later. She rolled her eyes at her fiancé. 

There’s a lot of things I shouldn’t do but do anyway. Like sucking you off on the jet. 

Aaron stared at his phone for a good ten seconds, his eyes glued to the text from Emily. He knew that she was bored, had been all week but she hadn’t done anything like this. Before he knew it his phone buzzed again, this time a picture of Emily barely covered by a towel on their bed showed. 

He felt himself reacting immediately, knew that there was nothing he could do about it as it was barely lunch time. 

Emily I’m at the office. 

The same office that you fucked me in multiple times?  

He groaned at her reply, pictured her spread on his desk as she came on his fingers, face and cock. 

I’m wet, soaked actually.  

My fingers don’t feel as good as yours though. 

He felt his cock jerk in his slacks as he imagined Emily pleasuring herself. He palmed himself over his slacks as his phone buzzed with another message. 

You’re thinking about me coming all over you aren’t you? 

No that’s not it, you’re probably imagining me under your desk, sucking you off while you’re doing paperwork like your own personal cock sleave. 

He groaned and closed his eyes tight as he tried to rid himself of the more than pleasing imagery his fiancé was creating. She knew how frustrated he would become, knew that he couldn't do a damn thing about it and he quickly pressed the buttons on his phone. Before he could send the message he got another text. 

Or maybe you could take me over your desk and spank me until I cry, I know how much you like that. 

He types out his reply furiously, another groan sounding in his throat as he pictures Emily’s red ass and tear-streaked face. 

Listen here you little brat, don’t think I won't make you pay for every text you’re sending. Every. Fucking. Text. 

He watches his phone, waits for her reply but it doesn’t come. He knows she’s not done though, is proven right when he get another text almost ten minutes later. 

Sorry I couldn’t hear you over the two orgasms I just had. 

“Fucking brat.” Aaron mumbled just moments before Dave knocked on his door. 

The texts had continued all day, Emily sending pictures and messages describing what she was doing, what she wanted to do to him and what she wanted him to do to her and when Aaron was finally driving home he was painfully hard and almost aggressively aroused. 

He walked through the front door and marched upstairs, undressing as he went, only to find Emily sprawled out on their bed, asleep.  

“Oh I think the fuck not.” He said, spoke loudly enough for her to jolt awake. She smirks as she sees him and it’s the last straw. He’s on her within moments, grabbing her around the throat and squeezing. 

“You think it’s funny to tease me?” He spat the words against her face, saw the glint in her eyes and he growled “You’re in so much fucking trouble Emily.”  

When he lets go of her throat she coughs but is barely able to catch her breath before he kisses her hard. His tongue presses against hers as he fits himself between her legs. She moans as she feels him pressing against her thigh, hot, hard and leaking. 

“How many times did you come?” He snarls when they break apart, his eyes dark and hard as he slides his shaft through her wetness. 

“F-five.” She whimpers, her head falling back as he suddenly presses inside of her. 

“How many times did I give you permission to come?” He doesn’t look away from her as he starts thrusting, bottoming out with each stroke of his hips and groaning at her tight center around him. 

“None.” She concedes and his hand moves around her throat again as he moves up on his knees between her legs. 

“Exactly.”  

She doesn’t know what he means by that but knows from the gleam in his eyes that whatever he has planned will probably bring her immense painful pleasure.  

He fucks her until she’s straining against him, body trembling as he brings her closer to orgasm. 

“Don’t you dare.” He growls against her ear as he pulls out. He snickers at the whine that leaves her as he turns her around and positions her on her hands and knees. He groans as he slides inside of her again, continues to fuck her hard enough to make the headboard hit the wall as she keens and writhes in front of him. 

“Please can I come?” She whimpers through clenched teeth as she grips the sheet beneath her. 

“Not yet.” He groans against her ear as his arm wraps around her waist, finds her clit easily and he snickers as she whimpers at the stimulation. “I’m going to use the paddle on you, five hits for each time you’ve come without permission.” It comes out surprisingly calm against her ear, the only indication of his own pleasure the breathiness in his voice. 

“25 hits?!” She ties to turn to look at him but he grabs a hold of her hair, forces her into the bed and the change of angle makes her vision blur as her orgasm builds. 

“25 hits.” He feels her clenching harder around him, feels his own need to come starting to overwhelm him as he thrusts deep inside of her. 

She can’t answer, the strain of not coming clouding everything else until all she can moan and whimper pleas and his name.  

“Please, please, please Aaron, please let me come.”  

He pulls her up on her hands again, leans over her back until his mouth is pressed against her ear. 

“Come.”  

Emily feels her vision blackening out as she comes hard and fast, the orgasm ripping through her body and making her fall onto the bed. The pleasure is blinding and for a moment she’s thinks she’s going to pass out. 

Aaron follows her body as she tumbles onto the bed, keeps fucking her as he chases his own orgasm. When he cums it’s hard and loud, a growl deep in his chest as he pumps his release inside of her. He gives them both a moment before he rolls off her, strokes his fingers along her spine to get her attention. Her eyes are hazed, cheeks flushed as she peers up at him behind thick lashes. 

“25 hits. On your knees. Now.” 

[tsarisfanfiction]

Okay I couldn’t help myself, here’s one more XD.

8 - contagious. With Alan and Scott XD don’t hold back, give me some miserable sick germ spreading bros. Let chao rain!!! 😈😂

Three Out Of Five

Fandom: Thunderbirds Rating: Gen Genre: Hurt/Comfort/Family Characters: Grandma, Alan, Scott, John

There were few places worse than schools for spreading illnesses, although shared bedrooms were a strong contender. @sicktember prompt 8: Contagious

I could not for the life of me think of a single contagious disease today, so I resorted to asking my mother for ideas - therefore the choice of disease inflicted upon the boys today is her fault.

Sicktember 2021 Prompts - Somehow we're most of the way through the month and I still have ones in my inbox. I've added a list of what's been done already and what's sitting as a not-yet written request to the original prompt post if anyone wants to pick any of the remaining prompts, and yes, the alt. prompts are also fair game!

School. A place of great learning, supposedly. Somewhere to send children for several hours a day to get them out from underneath their guardians’ feet and teach them to be functional members of society. Compulsory in some manner or other.

A breeding ground for festering resentment, bullying, and disease.

Five grandsons meant that Sally was very used to one or other of them coming down with something they’d contracted at school, and then passing it around the others until they were all down for the count. It was basically a rite of passage; the same had happened to Jeff, and she had her own memories of plentiful illnesses making the rounds through her classmates.

Each generation hated it just as much as the ones that came before, although Sally thought that out of all of them, Jeff had had it the easiest. A child at the peak of effective vaccinations, most of the most severe childhood diseases had passed him by, kept at bay by the childhood jabs he’d ungratefully suffered through. Medical advancements had, of course, continued since then, but the so-called ‘antivax’ movement during his young adulthood had dealt a major blow to the ongoing effectiveness of vaccinations, and even thirty-odd years later, the effects were felt far and wide.

No longer tempered by vaccinations, diseases that had been all but defeated had made a major comeback. Even by itself that had been a problem, increasing childhood mortality rates back up to those seen in the previous century, but it hadn’t stopped there. Faced with the threat of vaccines ready to pound them into submission, the viruses had engaged their ultimate defence.

Mutation.

Gone was the guaranteed immunity from vaccinations; no matter how much the medical community scrambled to keep up, the viruses continued to evolve and evade them. Long-controlled viruses ran rampant again, striking swathes of children down as they passed it amongst themselves at school, and Sally lived in fear of her grandsons catching some of the particularly nasty ones that should never have been allowed to return.

They were still vaccinated, of course. Lucille had been a very sensible woman, and Sally would have had it no other way. While vaccinations were no longer the cast-iron defence of a generation earlier, they still provided some modicum of protection.

It was that modicum of protection that had saved the eldest two from a particularly horrible case of rubella several years earlier. Mumps had been similarly deflected away from Virgil and Gordon, and now Alan was completing the set with measles.

The five year old was utterly miserable, as would be expected. Feverish, wracked with a deep chesty cough, and more often than not in tears, the only rest he was getting was when he passed out from exhaustion, which was a fitful rest at best and certainly not enough to keep his energy levels from rock bottom.

Ideally, the intention would have been to keep him isolated from his brothers until the contagious period passed, to stop it rushing through the five of them like wildfire, but that was complicated by the fact that he shared a room with his eldest brothers, neither of whom had been interested in leaving Alan to suffer alone. Their attitude was admirable, but predictably it had backfired on both of them, and the entire bedroom was officially in quarantine.

Virgil and Gordon had been told that under no circumstances were they to enter until Sally gave them the all-clear. She just hoped they obeyed her, otherwise she was facing a household pandemic. It was obvious that both were very annoyed at being kept from their brothers, but with any luck common sense would prevail.

In the meantime, she had three grandsons at different levels of suffering. John appeared to be the best off, with barely a temperature at all and only a throaty cough and mild rash to signify he was ill, while Scott had a full fever and highly photosensitive eyes which had resulted in the curtains being permanently closed in the room. Little Alan, their patient zero, was the worst, garnering sympathy from both his infected brothers despite being the reason for their own illnesses.

When checking in on them, and providing food when they could stomach it – not often, and a moment of triumph for all involved when they could – Sally almost always found Alan in the bed of one of his big brothers, wrapped up protectively in their arms. It was usually Scott, unsurprisingly, but John rose to the occasion when the eldest’s fever left him barely aware and in no condition to look after a distressed five year old.

Well, they’d all already caught the thing, so they weren’t going to make each other any worse. It was also definitely helping Alan, whose tears were silent rather than accompanied by wails when he was in a brother’s bed.

Sally decided to leave it be, even if she had to work around the five year old limpet while coaxing a closed-eyed Scott into drinking a little more water – yes, Scott, it’s just water – and gently wiping the teenager’s crusted eyelids clear of the gathering gunk, or checking John’s temperature the old fashioned hand-on-forehead way to see if his mild fever had broken yet.

At least none of them had developed the dangerous complications, so with some medicine – begrudgingly taken by all three boys – and rest, they’d all be right as rain in another week or so.

Then they’d all go back to school and no doubt catch the next thing going around that virus breeding ground, provided Virgil and Gordon didn’t beat them to it.

[baileyfm]

*      𝙷𝙸𝚃   𝚃𝙷𝙴   𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄   𝙱𝚄𝚃𝚃𝙾𝙽   𝚃𝙾   𝑷𝑳𝑶𝑻   -   𝙸𝙵   𝚈𝙾𝚄   𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐄      !     😈

(   mason   gooding   ,   cis   man   ,   he   /   him   )   did   i   just   see   𝐁𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐘   '   𝐵𝐿𝑈𝐸   '   𝐇𝐘𝐀𝐓𝐓   around   campus   ?   i’m   sure   that’s   them   ,   because   the   𝗧𝗪𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗬   -   𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗘𝗘   years   old   𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙴𝚂𝙸𝙾𝙻𝙾𝙶𝚈   student   is   one   of   eastview   university’s   most   𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝙎𝙀𝙉𝙄𝙊𝙍   .   nothing's   been   confirmed   ,   but   they   can   be   𝑆𝑇𝑂𝐿𝐼𝐷   .   there's   been   rumors   that   they   𝚁𝙴𝙳𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝙳   *   —   i   guess   the   stalker   might   release   that   information   soon   !

TRIGGER   WARNINGS      :      brief   mentions   of   domestic   violence   (   mental   abuse   )   ,   toxic   masculinity   ,   homophobia   .

*      𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰𝘀      .

full   name   :   bailey   ellis   hyatt   nick   name(s)   :   blue   (   usually   goes   by   )   ,   hyatt   . age   :   twenty3   . date   of   birth   :  may   13th   ,   1998   . star   sign   :  taurus  . height   :   6′3"   . nationality   :  american   . ethnicity   :  unknown   european   /   possibly   german   (   white   )   &   barbadian   (   black   )   .  gender   :  identifies   as   a   cis   man  . pronouns   :  uses   he/him    . language(s)   :   fluent   in   english   ,   knows   a   few   words   /   phrases   in   french   (   took   it   up   in   high   school   )   . sexual   preference   :   heterosexual   /   questioning   ??    romantic   preference   :   demi   -   hetero   romantic   .

*      𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆      .

character   inspo   :   austin   ames   ,   danny   walker   ,   joe   coleman   ,   joey   tribbiani   ,   michael   kelso   ,   nathan   scott   ,   stefan   salvatore   ,   tom   schwartz   ,   troy   bolton   (   LIT   the   blueprint   )   ,   vince   howard   .

traits   tbd   as   he's   a   brand   new   muse   &   i'm   still   figuring   him   out   !

*      𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆      .

born   &   raised   in   los   angeles   to   jasmine   porter   (   nba   cheerleader   )   &   jack   hyatt   (   nba   legend   )   .   the   two   met   in   college   &   bonded   over   the   fact   that   both   spent   a   majority   of   childhood   ,   growing   up   in   the   system   .   an   instant   spark   ignited   .   eventually   ,   jack   ended   up   getting   drafted   for   boston   celtics   but   would   sooner   rather   than   later   end   up   getting   traded    to   play   for   the   la   lakers   where   he'd   reunite   with   jasmine   once   again   .  

the   couple   would   end   up   marrying   after   two   years   of   officializing   their   relationship   &   didn't   waste   no   time   on   baby   -   making   ,   having   fallen   pregnant   with   bailey   just   two   months   after   the   honeymoon   .

everything   was   perfect   ..   that   is   ,   until   jack   suffered   an   injury   that   would   put   an   end   to   his   basketball   career   .   he   quickly   fell   into   a   hole   of   depression   ,   turning   to   drinking   as   a   coping   mechanism   ,   slowly   morphing   into   the   person   he   said   he'd   never   become   .   a   drunk   ,   an   alcoholic   .   cracking   open   a   beer   at   every   hour   .   this   caused   problems   between   the   young   couple   &   was   the   topic   of   every   fight   .   whenever   jack   drinks   ,   his   whole   demeanor   changes   &   he   becomes   an   ugly   person   ..   though   ,   he's   never   laid   a   hand   on   anyone   in   the   household   ,   he   has   punched   holes   in   the   walls   ,   throws   stuff   &   can   spit   venomous   words   that   cut   like   a   blade   .

when   8   y   /   o   bailey   got   involved   &   hurt   ,   that   was   the   last   straw   for   jasmine   .   she   ended   up   taking   him   &   moved   into   the   house   of   a   close   friend   .   while   they   did   divorce   ,   they   did   share   custody   of   their   only   child   .   jasmine   originally   filed   for   full   custody   &   alleged   abuse   /   dv   ,   but   due   to   lack   of   evidence   (   no   report   was   ever   filed   )   ,   the   judge   granted   shared   custody   (   jack   would   have   him   for   weekends   ,   jasmine   would   have   him   during   the   week   )   .

it   was   a   challenge   having   to   go   back   &   forth   between   two   houses   ,   but   luckily   ,   they   both   resided   in   the   same   state   .   jack   started   fixing   himself   back   up   ,   attending   meetings   for   those   that   struggle   with   addiction   .   he'd   soon   get   a   job   as   a   high   school   basketball   coach   .   for   a   while   ,   things   seemed   to   be   going   good   for   him   .   but   ,   in   the   back   of   his   mind   ,   he'd   think   about   when   he'd   have   that   next   drink   .   it   was   like   he   couldn't   function   properly   ,   skin   crawling   &   everything   .   he   started   drinking   again   .

his   father   has   the   tendency   to   come   across   as   a   nice   guy   ,   everyone   has   nothing   but   good   things   to   say   -   if   only   they   knew   how   wrong   they   were   ,   when   he'd   come   home   ,   completely   different   person   .   he's   the   reason   why   bailey   got   into   sports   in   the   first   place   ,   signing   him   up   everything   (   basketball   ,   football   ,   soccer   ,   baseball   ,   you   name   it   )   when   he   was   just   a   youngster   .   for   a   while   ,   bailey   did   love   sports   ,   especially   basketball   but   has   somewhat   lost   the   love   for   it   over   the   years   .   his   father   ,   to   be   blamed   .   would   get   angry   if   he   didn't   score   ,   would   constantly   demean   him   by   commenting   on   his   body   (   a   reason   as   to   why   he   keeps   up   on   his   physique   )   ,   call   him   not   so   great   names   whenever   he'd   get   hurt   &   tears   would   be   shed   &   would   make   disgusting   homophobic   ,   misogynistic   remarks   .

had   the   choice   to   go   to   ucla   &   eastview   ,   ultimately   went   with   eastview   simply   because   he   wanted   to   explore   the   east   coast   &   to   get   away   from   the   toxicity   .   demi   lovato   was   right   ,   los   angeles   is   la   la   land   !

*      𝘂𝗻𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝗻   𝗳𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘀      .

has   a   scar   on   left   eyebrow   ,   a   result   of   one   of   his   dad's   many   tantrums   (   glass   was   thrown   at   a   wall   &   unfortunately   ,   blue   was   standing   way   too   close   )   .  

you're   probably   wondering   where   he   got   that   iconic   nickname   ..   well   ,   not   much   of   a   story   but   when   he   was   in   elementary   school   ,   kids   used   to   say   he   looked   a   lot   like   blue   from   blue's   clues   &   started   calling   him   that   instead   of   bailey   SKGM   it   kinda   stuck   with   him   .

used   to   get   teased   all   of   the   time   due   to   his   first   name   as   there   were   often   discussions   that   bailey   was   a   girl's   name   when   it's   rly   gender   neutral   .    even   though   many   call   him   by   his   nickname   ,   he   still   claims   &   does   sign   papers   under   bailey   hyatt   !

gentle   giant   with   the   biggest   heart   !   he   doesn't   take   advantage   of   his   status   or   the   fact   that   he's   the   son   of   one   of   the   greatest   basketball   players   .   you   can   often   see   him   emptying   his   pockets   whenever   he   comes   across   a   person   in   need   or   volunteering   . 

can   be   the   best   &   worst   boyfriend   .   is   the   type   to   greet   you   with   flowers   &   spoil   you   with   gifts   ,   cuddles   +   icecream   +   your   fav   movie   whenever   you're   feeling   down   or   it's   that   time   of   the   month   ,   all   around   declarations   of   love   .   but   ,   he   is   guilty   of   negligence   &   can   get   way   too   caught   up   in   basketball   .   mostly   why   his   relationships   don't   seem   to   last   too   long   -   that   &   his   inability   to   open   up   .

isn't   only   involved   in   basketball   ,   also   plays   baseball   (   position   :   designated   hitter   )   .   is   serving   as   a   college   mentor   &   has   taken   up   community   service   as   an   extracurricular   .

doesn't   drink   or   do   drugs   .   he's   seen   the   effects   &   impacts   its   had   on   loved   ones   .   his   biggest   fear   is   becoming   anything   like   his   father   .   catch   him   at   parties   with   a   red   solo   cup   full   of   water   !

doesn't   like   to   open   up   about   his   feelings   as   his   father   put   into   his   head   that   it's   a   weakness   &   not   manly   to   showcase   emotions   .

just   has   come   to   the   realization   that   basketball   might   not   even   be   his   dream   ,   it's   his   dad's   -   tbh   ,   he   feels   lost   &   now   trapped   -   has   never   really   thought   about   what   he'd   like   to   do   .

*      𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱      .

so   i   went   ahead   &   reblogged   a   few   ideas   ,   you   can   find   them   in   my   temporary   tag   (  until   i   properly   sort   out   tags   yikes   )   -   all   of   them   should   be   open   to   all   ,   unless   explicitly   stated   otherwise   .  

i'd   also   love   a   gang   of   roommates   (   he   lives   off   -   campus   in   a   flat   ,   thinking   friends   vibes   )   ,   a   tutor   (   as   my   man   STRUGGLES   )   ,   someone   who   he's   been   secretly   pining   over   (   catch   him   making   a   complete   fool   out   of   himself   )   ,   some   exes   ,   a   confidant   ,    a   bromance   (   a   MUST   )   ,   a   platonic   soulmate   ,   a   competition   of   some   sort   (   may   have   to   do   with   sports   )   -   idk   gimme   everything   &   anything   pls   !