#kids react to the hell challenge

[moneypowerglorymiddleofmiami]

— trickentine જ⁀➴♡ pt.2

pairing: luke castellan x aphrodite!reader

summary: after lord eros' silly little trick, you're now forced to deal with the consequences— more specifically, in the form of a lovestruck luke castellan.

warnings: tons of corny pick-up lines

genre: still very much a romcom

part 1

note: thank you, thank you! all your support for pt.1 means the world to me! really, i couldn't be more grateful 𖹭 i hope you think this brings justice to the first half 𖹭

─── ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . ───

“What do you mean you can’t do anything?” You suppressed the urge to shriek, settling for gritted emphasis instead. You crossed your arms across your chest, your foot tapping impatiently against the wooden floorboards of the Big House.

“Exactly what it means.” Chiron responded, looking at Luke with more amusement rather than concern.

“But he's under a spell,” You reasoned in disbelief. You might have spilled over your words while you explained the rundown to Chiron, but they were coherent enough to at least get that point across.

“It’ll wear off eventually, kid.” Mr. D downed an entire can of diet soda in one go before procuring another one in his outstretched hand. He snickered at the intent puppy eyes Luke was giving you. “That type of love magic won’t last long. Best to let it run its course than tamper with it.”

“But–” You wanted to argue before Mr. D stopped you. He pushed his feet up on his desk.

“Look, at least this proves that your boyfriend actually loves you.” He gave you a pointed look. What does that even mean? “Now, leave.”

You huffed indignantly, but decided against speaking further. You begrudgingly turned around and pulled Luke up by his arm, guiding him towards the narrow hallway that led to the foyer.

“When did I become your boyfriend?” Luke huddled closer to you, whispering as you made your way to the front door.

“You didn’t.” You told him plainly. You shook your head. “You aren’t.”

“Yet.” He responded, his tone a bit mischievous but his gaze sure and determined.

─── ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . ───

You leaned your elbows against the table of the crowded Arts and Crafts Center, your chin resting against the pad of your thumbs. You studied Luke with a contemplating gaze.

“I hit you with one of Eros’ arrows.” You told him. This was hardly the proper place to have this conversation, but the rest of the Aphrodite cabin practically hauled you to the building to begin Valentinkering? Valenmaking? (whatever in Tartarus they decided to call it this year).

“Well, I guess you could say I’ve been lovestruck by you.” He said, giving you a stupid little wink as he mirrored your posture.

“Gods, Luke. That was corny as hell.” You flushed almost as crimson as the container of beads in front of you. “Also, I’m serious.”

“And who said I wasn’t?” He challenged. He smirked against his fist, wiggling his eyebrows.

You snorted. “The fact that you’re under some valentine voodoo makes all your intentions questionable.”

“You wound me.” He feigned offense, pouting as he clutched at the fabric of his shirt above his chest. “To be fair, my train of thought has always been questionable when it comes to you.”

“Again: unimpressed.” You buried your face into your hands, the second hand embarrassment of his poor attempt at flirting was overwhelmingly potent. Besides, it was difficult not to react when he looked at you so intently, like he was trying to memorize every minute detail of you.

“On a more serious note, I do remember the whole arrow thing.” He told you, his lips pursed. “I don’t blame you; it was a complete accident. It just feels… odd.”

Your ears perked up, worried. “You feel odd?”

“No,” He shook his head. His expression was perplexed, maybe a bit incredulous too. “That’s the thing. I feel completely normal.”

“That is weird.” You agree. You wrap the string in between your fingers around his wrist, measuring it to his size. "Maybe it was just a prank?"

“No. If anything, it’s more like I can’t hold my tongue.” He shrugs. “I can’t help but say what I think.”

“Would that explain the flirting?” You tease. All cheeky, but with a hint of curiosity hidden beneath the humor.

He leaned in, smirking. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

You stare at him, tilting your head. He returns your gaze just as intensely, brown eyes fixed onto yours. He raises an eyebrow as if to question your silence. There was something magnetic between the two of you, pulsing and pulling you closer— maybe not physically, but definitely in other ways unbeknownst to you.

“Woah!” Percy exclaimed with an accusatory edge to his tone, his eyebrows furrowed in disbelief and his palms raised as if to distance himself from you. “Respect for the children, maybe? Consider shielding my young impressionable eyes from this trauma?”

“Percy!” You squeaked rather uncharacteristically. Annabeth trailed behind closely, pushing a leg over the bench to sit beside you. You smiled at her, tugging her closer by placing your arm around her shoulders.

“Annabeth,” Luke called. “Trade places with me.”

Annabeth furrowed her eyebrows in confusion before narrowing her eyes in suspicion. “No.”

“Come on.” He persisted. He leaned in, almost conspiratorial. “You know, the Stoll brothers have an extensive archive, and I think I may have heard word of them having that Rem Kolhaas book you've been raving about."

Annabeth stopped to consider the offer before ultimately conceding. She stood up from her seat. “That’s a big bribe for a small favor.”

“Know what prices to pay to win your battles.” Luke muttered as he sidled up next to you, grinning triumphantly. His fingers played with the hem of your weathered camp shirt. “Sacrifices aren’t much in the face of victory.”

“Did you just use a bad battle strategy as a flirting tactic?” Annabeth scrunched her nose in distaste. “Gross.”

"Done." You finish tying up the ends, letting the red bracelet dangle in Luke's line of vision.

"It looks so pretty, baby." He compliments you, holding out his wrist. You proudly put it on for him. "Not as pretty as you though."

You scoff. Both Annabeth and Percy imitate gagging noises.

─── ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . ───

The only time you ever truly left each other’s side were the few moments of reprieve before dinner where you’d returned to your cabins. The older campers insisted on making the meal a whole affair, complete with a romantic candlelit set-up and a string quartet to serenade everyone. Chiron decided to indulge the request and sent everyone back to freshen up.

“Have fun with your boyfriend?”

“Christ!” You jumped in your spot, turning around to see Eros laying on one of the bunks. His arms were tucked underneath his head, his smile suggestive and knowing.

“Lord Eros,” You bowed.

“That is not your shade.” He tutted, pointing to the tinted gloss in your hand. “Too summery for your complexion this time of year. Go for the pink one. He’ll go berserk.”

“Thanks.” You muttered, facing your vanity once more. You dabbed the product against your lips. You sighed as you inspected your make-up. Once more, he was right.

“You didn’t answer my question.” He shifted to his side, looking at you expectantly.

“Yeah, I guess.” You grumbled. You looked down, pretending to look for something in your drawer so he wouldn’t notice the blush creeping up your cheeks. Luke refused to leave your side the entire day— his fingers hooked around the belt hoops of your skirt in one way or another. He made a whole spectacle of it too: his big brown eyes tender, his wistful sighs, his shy grins, his playful winks.

“Good.” He clapped his hands. “Gods, the boy has had a crush on you for forever, you know. It was torture watching him pine over you. I can only take so much longing.”

You froze, staring at him through the mirror. He stared back at you.

“What?”

“Don’t tell me you didn’t know,” He sounded shocked; he was shocked. “You’re a daughter of Aphrodite, how could you not know?! That's like our thing!”

“Well, he hasn’t been obvious, has he?” You rebutted, flicking your wrist.

“Sis, I don’t know what reality you’re living in,” He sat up on the bed, “But that boy wouldn’t know subtle even if it hit him in the face.”

“But surely it’s just because of the arrows.” You rationalized.

“Nuh uh.” He wiggles a finger in the air to deny the accusation. “The arrows you used just accentuate pre-existing feelings. Not make new ones.”

A knock interrupts your conversation. You hurry to fix your hair, brushing it out of the way. Your hands begin to shake with giddy excitement. You feel your heart thrum strongly against your chest, almost wanting to burst out from the confines of your body and find its other half in Luke. Your smile eventually becomes hard to contain.

Eros beams at you, his pupils dilating into hearts again like it did this morning. He opens the door for you and pushes you out. “Have fun with lover boy. Mother sends her regards.”

Luke spins around at the sound of the squeaky hinges. He can't help but pull a hand out of his pocket, his palm lightly grazing his chest. He whistles. “Call me favored by the gods because I think I’ve just entered Elysium.”

“You’ve been with me the whole day.” You responded pointedly, breathless and in love.

“And yet you still manage to take my breath away.” He gasps when you rush into him, wrapping your arms around his nape.

“This is new.” He looks down at you, your noses touching. His hands fall naturally to your hips, his thumbs rubbing against the fabric of your dress. “But definitely welcome.”

You gaze into his eyes before pressing your lips against his. They felt pleasant and pliant against your own. You tugged Luke closer, your fingers twirling through his curls. His hands squeezed your skin. The kiss burned sweetly, almost as if it’s been waiting in anticipation to happen.

When you both separate for air, Luke gently grabs your hands from behind him. He wraps his fists around yours, placing soft kisses on your knuckles. “I’ve been waiting so long for that.”

“So I’ve been told.” You hum. “I figured I might take the first step.”

“Don’t worry.” He presses another kiss against your lips, short and sweet. “I promise to match your pace the rest of the way.”

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[harmonictechnicality]

Eddie develops a strange habit after sex. It’s not exactly cute or romantic or nice. Nothing bad either. It’s just… well, Steve isn’t too sure what it is. But every time, it’s the same damn thing.

He collapses onto Steve’s chest and says:

“My boyfriend is a cyborg.”

Usually, Steve is still recovering from the fucking downpour of post-orgasm endorphins. So he doesn’t question it. Hell, he stopped challenging Eddie’s tolerance to geek out months ago. Dude holds fantasy knowledge in his brain better than he holds his liquor.

Which is saying a lot.

Anyways, Steve never has the mental capacity to react or respond. Instead, he runs his fingers through Eddie’s sweat-soaked hair for awhile. Scratches out little patterns on his scalp because it always makes Eddie go limp. Quiet.

Quiet is a rarity for him. And while Steve is totally weak for Eddie’s chattiness, the quiet can be nice too.

The only reason Steve finally decides to ask about it is because Eddie slips up. Says it before they have sex.

Steve is against the bedroom door, his nails dragging down Eddie’s back. God, he loves this kind of kissing. The lung draining kind. The type that’s sort of filthy from all the heat and grinding. 

Eddie hasn’t marked him up this bad since that time someone at work noticed his neck. Asked if Steve was having an allergic reaction during an office-wide meeting.

And this is going to be even worse. Steve can tell by the sounds and the soft pricks of Eddie’s teeth. He can tell by how long Eddie spends over each spot, like the bruising skin needs more attention than the rest of him. Like licking them over will make the colors last longer.

The damage has been done. Really no point in stopping him when it feels so fucking good. Steve forgets to worry about  how mauled he’s gonna look tomorrow because his head is swimming with Eddie’s lips on his neck. His collarbone. His chest.

That’s when it happens. That’s when Eddie’s strange habit makes an early appearance. 

He kisses over the blistery mess he made, practically growls the words out this time: 

“My boyfriend is a cyborg.”

“Okay, time out.” Steve says. Heaves some air back into his lungs. Pulls Eddie’s face up before he can continue making Steve look like goddamn target practice. 

Eddie blinks a few times. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No.” Gonna have to wear fucking high-collared shirts all week, but whatever.

He’ll bring that up some other time. “Why do you keep saying that?”

“Saying what?”

“That… thing.” Steve barely can spit it out.  It’s like his throat is physically rejecting the nerdy shit he’s about to say. “You keep calling me… a cyborg or something.” 

“Oh that.” Eddie sighs. Casually shrugs to one side. “It’s your fault actually.”

“How is it my fault? I don’t even know what fucking language you’re speaking.”

Eddie walks over to the bed, chanting Steve’s name over and over. Definitely not in the way Steve prefers him to chant his name. Very un-sexy chanting.

“Remember that day you asked me to grab your car keys?” He asks, patting the bed for Steve to join him. 

No. “Kinda?”

Steve hesitates before walking over. He didn’t necessarily wanna stop their primal makeout session. But it was bound to lead to the bed at some point, so…

Just not like this. Not talking while fully clothed. Blech.

He sits next to Eddie. Hands awkwardly fidgeting in his lap.

“Well, I couldn’t find them.” Eddie admits. “So I ended up going through your desk drawers.”

Of course he did. Perpetual snooper.

“Ended up finding a binder full of medical records.”

Well shit.

Steve’s throat tightens. Swells around the sudden guilt he feels for keeping this from Eddie. 

“Why didn’t you tell me you had a metal plate in your head?”

“Dunno. Hardly even remember it.” That’s only partly true. Steve doesn’t remember the surgery or much of the recovery process. He was only a kid when it happened.

But he does remember the hospital smells. He remembers the sounds of his IV bag dripping throughout the night. All the sensory indicators are still fresh in his mind.

“Well, that’s why. You're part-machine.” Eddie points to Steve’s head, expression softening. “And every time we fuck around, I think about your bionic skull. And how glad I am that it keeps your brain from leaking out when I bend you over the way you like it best.”

Steve laughs. The jokes help lighten the mood. Not enough to replace it entirely, but enough for it to be easy to swallow again. 

They’re both quiet as they get ready for bed, folding the covers down. And yeah, sometimes quiet can be nice. Just maybe not right now.

“Hey, Eddie.”

“Yeah?”

Steve stares hard at the pillows. “Are cyborgs like… cool?”

Eddie pauses for a moment, then hops onto the bed. Starts crawling over to Steve with a smug grin. He lifts up to meet Steve’s lips. Kisses him sweeter than normal. Lighter. Starts nodding his head mid-kiss, keeps nodding as he breaks away.

“Yeah, babe. Cyborgs are so fucking cool.”

[billiesguitar]

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐄𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡

"Still hate me?"

"S-shit!" I murmured, stumbling backward and landing on the cold, hard floor. The room was spinning, my vision blurred by a sea of faces that all seemed to be laughing at me. I was so drunk it was hard to even make out the words that were being thrown around, the music pounding in my ears like a never-ending headache.

"Looks like someone had a little too much fun," a voice said, cold and mocking.

I looked up to see Billie standing over me, her signature black hair falling around her.

i roll my eyes "Bite me."

"With pleasure," she smirked, extending a hand to help me up.

I took it begrudgingly, and she yanked me up onto my feet.

"Thanks I guess." I muttered, brushing off my clothes.

"You're welcome," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

We hated each other. It had been a long-standing rivalry that had started when we were just kids. But tonight was different. The alcohol had lowered my inhibitions, and the way she was looking at me, with a glint in her eye that I had never seen before, was sending my heart racing in a way that was anything but friendly.

"well, i'll see you around," I stumbled away from her.

"Not if I see you first," she called after me.

I managed to make my way to the bathroom, where I splashed cold water on my face and took a deep breath. "What the hell is going on?" I whispered to my reflection. as I reapply my mascara and lip gloss, all I can think about is Billie, the way she walks, talks, and her eyes.

When I came out, Billie was leaning against the wall, arms crossed. "you doin' alright?" she asked.

"Fine," I replied, trying to sound more confident than I felt. "Just had to take a breather, Why do you care?"

"Who told you I care?" she said, pushing off the wall and coming closer. "I just don't want to see you make a fool of yourself."

"I can handle myself," I snapped.

"Oh, I think we both know that's not true," she said, her voice low and challenging. "But maybe I can help you with that."

Before I could react, she grabbed my wrist and pulled me into a nearby room, closing the door behind us.

"What the hell are you doing?" I yelped.

"Just what you need," she said, her eyes darkening.

And before I knew it, her lips were pressed against mine, hard and demanding. I gasped in surprise, but she took the opportunity to slip her tongue into my mouth. It was like nothing I had ever felt before, like fireworks going off in my head.

I weakly claw against her chest, but she ignored it. "Billie," I murmured, not sounding nearly as confident as I wanted to.

"Want me to stop?" she whispered against my mouth, her breath hot and sweet.

"No," I found myself admitting, my hands moving to her waist.

"Good," she said, and then she kissed me again, this time with more force.

Her hands were everywhere, roaming over my body as if she owned it. She pushed me against the wall, her body pressing into mine as she kissed down my neck. I could feel my knees giving out, but she held me up, her grip on my hips firm and possessive.

"You like that?" she murmured, her teeth grazing my earlobe.

"Yes," I breathed, arching my neck to give her better access.

"You're so responsive," she said, a hint of a smile in her voice.

Her hands slid up my shirt, and she began to unbutton my pants. "Billie-"

"I said I'd help you," she interrupted, her voice firm. "And I always keep my promises."

Her hands found my skin, and she began to tease me, her fingertips lightly tracing patterns along my stomach and hips. I couldn't help the little moan that escaped my lips.

"See?" she said, her breath hot against my neck. "You need this."

I nodded, unable to form words. She was right. I needed it. I needed her.

Her hands found my breasts, and she began to massage them through my shirt. I gasped as she pinched my nipples, the sensation sending shockwaves through my body.

"Take it off," she ordered, and I complied, letting my shirt fall to the floor. She took a moment to appreciate the view, her eyes lingering on my bare skin before she bent down to kiss me again.

Her mouth moved from my neck to my breasts, her teeth scraping against my sensitive flesh as she sucked and licked. I was lost in sensation, my mind a haze of pleasure.

"Billie," I whimpered, my hands fisting in her hair.

"What do you want?" she asked, her voice low and seductive.

"You," I said simply.

"Good girl," she murmured, her hand sliding down to unzip my pants. She pulled them down, along with my underwear, leaving me naked before her.

"Now, get on the bed," she said, pointing to the rumpled mess in the corner of the room.

I obeyed, my legs shaking as I climbed onto the mattress. She followed, straddling my hips and looking down at me with a wicked smile.

"Such a slut, aren't you, hm?" she said, her voice filled with a mocking affection. "Begging for it like this."

"I'm not a slut," I protested weakly.

"Oh no?" she said, her thumb circling my clit. "Then tell me what you want."

"I-I want you to-to fuck me," I stuttered, my face burning with embarrassment.

"That's more like it," she said, and she leaned down to kiss me again. Her hand continued to work my clit, her fingers sliding in and out of me with an expert touch.

I moaned into her mouth, my body responding to her every move. She was in complete control, and I loved it.

"You're so wet," she coos, "Just for me, hm?"

"Yes," I admit, my voice barely above a whisper.

Billie smirked, moving down to kiss my stomach and then lower. She hovered over my pussy, her breath making me squirm.

"Please Billie" I begged. "need you s'bad."

Without another word, she buried her face between my legs, her tongue sliding through my folds and finding my clit. She licked and sucked with a passion that surprised me.

"Fuck," I gasped, my back arching.

suddenly she stops.

"Need you to be quiet ma, can't have anyone one knowing you're gettin' fucked so good by your enemy,can you?"

I nodded, biting my lip to stifle my moans. She grinned and went back to work, her tongue moving with an intensity that had me seeing stars.

I felt my orgasm building, my muscles tightening as she brought me closer and closer to the edge.

"Billie," I moan a bit to loud causing her to stop

"What did I say?" she looked up at me, her eyes dark and demanding. She glides up and wraps her hand around my chin, forcing me to look at her. "Hm, didn't I tell you to be quiet?"

I nodded again, my eyes wide.

"Words."

"Yes," I whispered.

"Good," she said, reaching down and lightly biting my neck and then sucking on the spot to sooth the pain. She starts to kiss me again, and I felt myself getting wetter.

Her fingers slid into me again, moving in a rhythm that made me see spots. I bit my lip harder, trying to keep the noise in.

"That's it," she murmured, her voice filled with satisfaction. "Take it all for me."

And then she was moving again, her tongue flicking against my clit as she curled her fingers inside of me. It was too much. I couldn't hold back anymore.

My orgasm crashed over me like a wave, my body convulsing as she continued to lick and suck. I moaned quietly, my eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure consumed me.

"Good girl" she said, moving back up to kiss me, her mouth tasting of me.

I looked up at her, my vision still hazy.

"You're not done yet," she said, her voice still firm.

She climbed off the bed and reached into the drawer of the nightstand, pulling out a strap-on.

"What are you-?" I started to protest, but she silenced me with a look.

"I'm going to fuck you," she said, her voice cold and commanding.

"turn around, ass up." she said, her tone leaving no room for argument.

I did as I was told, my heart racing as she secured the strap-on around her hips.

"Ready?" she asked, her hand resting on my lower back.

I nodded, my voice lost.

"I can't hear you," she says, tugging on my hair to make a makeshift ponytail with her fist.

"Yes," I murmured.

"Good."

And then she was pushing into me, the strap-on filling me up in a way that was both painful and exhilarating.

"Fuck," I gasped.

"That's it," she said, her hand coming down on my ass in a firm slap. "Take it."

Her strokes grew harder, faster, and I found myself pushing back into her, craving more. She slapped me again, and I moaned, my body on fire.

"You like it, don't you my little slut?" she asked, her voice taunting.

"Y-yes," I stuttered, my cheeks flushing.

Her free and snakes it way to my throat ,"You're mine, aren't you?" she whispers, her grip tightening.

"Y-yes," I croak out.

Her hand releases my throat, and I breathe out a sigh of relief.

"Good," she says, her voice softer now.

Tears of pleasure stream down my face as she picks up the speed of her thrusts. It's almost too much, but I want more. I need more.

"Billie," I whine, "I'm going to-"

"Don't you fucking dare, not yet." She says, slapping me again.

I moan, my body shaking with the effort to hold back.

"Look at me," she orders.

I turn my head, and she's there, her eyes locked on mine. They're not cold anymore, but filled with something else, something that makes my heart race even faster.

"Come for me," she whispers, and that's all it takes.

My second orgasm hits me like a truck, my body spasming around her as I scream out her name. She groans, her own pleasure clear in her voice.

"Still hate me?"

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posted on October 6th 2024 || not proofread.



[n3ptoonz]

BEGGING you to make more sub mk men content 😭 they're always dom in all the other hc's and it's refreshing to see something that's my cup of tea lol

oh? like this? throws this post behind me like a bouquet toss earthrealm guys here

mk1 hcs: how the outworld guys react to you riding them

y'all sure do love headcanons LMFAOO

i always try my best for most of the outworld cast cause i'm truly an earthrealm girly, but i got yall. yall really challenge me 😵‍💫

Shang Tsung

This sly mf. He thought when you suggested riding, he'd be the one watching you writhe, but it's quite the opposite. Little did you know it was all an act. A fib; fairytale. He wants power, of course, but in the bedroom it's entirely different

Nothing will get him to submit fast than treating him like a common harlot. He's in desperate need of hair pulling, degradation, maybe even act like you're trying to kill him. He's into that shit! He's an aggressive man, so he should be treated as such

I'm talking fully dog this man out while you ride him. It'll drive him mad and make him crave it. Hell, slap him around and call him names and his gasps, groans, and deep whimpers will clear the air in no time! If you add small weapons to the mix or like a role play thing it's ON

He's literally the meme "don't bully me i'll cum" so do with that what you will!

Rain

Rain sexy ass...OOF. That smug "i am a demigod" attitude is punted out the window when you ride him. One single stroke of his hair and a caress of the jaw and just like that he's a slut!

Give him praises. He wouldn't handle degradation too well. On the outside he appears to have his shit together and doesn't have a care in the world about anybody else but his studies (and you), but he likes to be taken care of

If you want to be rougher or if he asks you to, really just pull his hair/give him love bites. idk it might just be me but i just wanna bite him sooo we're gonna say he likes bites! He's also super handsy but mostly when he's close

He's not very vocal but when he is i can see him as the kinda man that like...purrs, if that makes sense? If it don't i say he's a grunter and from groan city: population him

Reiko

Reiko has a hard time being submissive, but you just make it a little easier for him. You kinda have to coax him into it before every time you get intimate because he's made it clear he can do both and wants to try submitting more to the person he loves

It was your suggestion after a long time away for a mission. Poor dude was stressed da hell out! He's like Rain, a sucker for praise. Now that i'm really picturing it he'd prob be down to smother his face into your chest cause like, that's hot to him

When he's feeling particularly spicy definitely tie him down so he can't pull free no matter how much brute strength he uses. Hold his face and never break eye contact, he's all yours! If you call him any name that has the word "strong" in it he's like puddy in your hands

Prime grunt man here. He ain't whimpering unless you deny him of something, even then it goes from a coarse tone to soft

General Shao

Siiggghhhh 🙄 Shao likes the riding position the most. That's all thanks for coming to my Ted talk

LOL JUST KIDDING😹 He would appear like he's incapable of submission but like, this is YOU we're talking about. And he'd do anything for you. Literally.

A little birdy told me he loves when you grab his horns. Grab his horns. Grab them and make him look at you. This unbreakable wall of man yearns to be conquered by someone like you. Someone who dared to challenge him and never back down? By the Gods he has a breeding knk whether you can have kids or not. oh yeah, he'd beg. plead. he's gasping for air like pls just don't stop riding him LMAO he needs his mind off taking the throne for a few hours

whimpering little bitch which eventually turn into growls and grunts. takes a bow

Reptile

Syzoth is so subby I literally cannot picture him dominating a soul. Ashrah got that man on hold fr but anyway this about you

Typa dude to tear up when you ride him. You just look so damn good, and you make him feel so damn good. Dizzy eyes that he can barely keep open; I feel like he'd go brain numb from how fast he feels pleasure

I'm talking like because he's not originally human he's more sensitive. Now hear me out guys...two dicks....AHEM. DONT SHOOT THE MESSENGER!! Both his dicks are very sensitive OHHHHHHHHH Reduce him to a sobbing, stuttering, gasping, mess. He needs it, wants it, loves it. It's up to you if you'd ride him in his og form ya nasty. He'd also have a tendency to leave bite marks on you like your chest, neck, and shoulders

Mister whimper over here there's nothing else he does but whimper and cry jesus almighty somebody give this man a HUG (hug him while you fuck him dumb/busts)

Havik

Banging my head against the wall rn lemme tap in...ok we here let's go.

Another kombatant who peruses power, but also very much attracted to it. He definitely likes to be dominated. He'd be into some real kinky shit too i know it. Literally all the above he don't wanna think about SHIT

He would thoroughly enjoy being completely helpless at your disposal as you ride him. He likes degradation more than praises but if you do give him the kind of praise that inflates his already massive ego. shoot down his arrogance while also maintaining it he fucking lives for it. he likes being choked or slapped too keep that in mind

This bitch growls and that's it. bro ain't got the lips to really make different sounds LMAO?? get yo fuckin dog bitch!!!

Baraka

You might be insane but we love that haha...! Monster fucker certificate checked at the door i understand i do

Absolutely no degradation here DO NOT!! Mf might start crying or give a monologue either way, steer clear. Be nice to him!!

He likes to be held, and he likes holding his partner. If this was confident Baraka from the previous timeline I'd say he likes fast and crazy over slow and romantic but that's not the case. Be immersed and in the moment with him, he clings onto the human interactions he got stripped from him ����

Growls but that's mostly bc he deadass don't have lips either LMFAO😭

a/n: tearing my skin off rn I DID IT GUYS I DID IT TELL ME IM GREAT😎author likes praise too.

[lxvvie]

*AHEMMM*

how would 141 and other react to you saying down bad stuff like

"Can I stack donuts on it?" "Can I hold it when you pee?" "What that x do"

Just reader traumatizing these poor men with her internet slang and trends 😭😭

On today's episode of Simps 'R' Us: Down Bad, A Call of Duty Story. You ask and/or text them, "What dat x do?" and they reply:

Capt. John Price - "I can show you more than I can tell you, honey. ❤️ " 👀

Gaz - "A lot. I think. 😜"

Alex Keller - Leaves you on Read. Turns up out of nowhere to show you what it does.

Soap - Grins and lights up as only Soap can. Promises to make you scream loud enough so that everyone can hear you, ESPECIALLY Ghost.

Ghost - "Makes you do a day's worth of PT, kid." What the fuck? To hell you go, smart ass.

Alejandro - Doesn't need to answer. The look he gives you says it all.

Rudy - May or may not have let out a giggle (DON'T YOU DARE TELL ALEJANDRO BECAUSE HE WON'T LET HIM LIVE IT DOWN) because he's flustered and in his defense, you've been laying it on Rudy thick since you've laid eyes on him.

Roach - Sends you this: 🍆. That's it. That's the reply.

Keegan - Doesn't leave you on Read. In fact, you've been seeing the three dots indicator for the better part of twenty or so minutes because Keegan doesn't know what to say. He's down bad behind the screen, though.

König - Thought you were playing with him yet again because y'all are recovering from your latest meme war so he hits you with "Deez nuts". Again. König, please—

Horangi - "Don't know. What do you think?" His text is accompanied with yet another dick pic.

Graves - "Things that I don't think you can handle, darlin'. 😏" Is that a challenge, Graves?

[absurdthirst]

Kinktober 2024: October 11th

Day 11: Gags // Shaving // Knife Play

Joel Miller x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Shaving, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, intimacy, teasing

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Hair slicked back, wet and shiny from the shower, he looks so fucking good. Perched over the sink and looking up in the mirror. It’s cracked in one spot and the silver backing is peeling away from the glass. Making him look worn out and feel old. Hell, he is old. There’s more gray in his hair that he remembers and patches of it in the hair that lines his jaw. 

Reaching up, he swipes his hand across that jaw and sighs. He has a chance to shave, but he doesn’t know if he should. 

“Pick up the razor, Miller.” You have been watching him from the doorway, your own shower long done and you’ve felt like a brand new woman. A turned on one since you’ve been watching Joel examine himself in this mirror shirtless. 

He’s fucking handsome, even if he would roll his eyes if you told him that. Raw, experienced. Rugged in a way that is vastly appealing and pulls at your core. 

Turning, he cuts his eyes at you and watches you for a moment. “You pick it up.” His voice is raspy, challenging you before he gestures towards the razor. 

Brow shooting up, you push off the wall and step towards the sink and him. “And do what?” You smirk, hearing him huff as he straights up and shifts back a step so you can fit between him and the sink. 

This thing between you and Joel is simple, and complicated all at the same time. It’s sex. The physical release, the connection with another for just a few moments before you both retreat behind the walls that you've erected. 

“What do you think, smartass?” Joel snorts, stepping closer and crowding you when you are between him and the sink. Pushing you back until you are lifting your ass onto the edge of the porcelain. 

“I think we are alone.” You bite your lip and pick up the razor from the edge of the sink and hold it up. “And we could shave your face, or you could fuck me.” 

The kid has already passed out. Showered and her stomach full of the twenty year old minestrone soup you had managed to find a few days ago. Snoring away from the bedroom she had chosen for herself. This little house has been a godsend, the hydro powered generator still running even though the homeowners were long dead. 

Joel grunts and he reaches for your underwear. “We could do both.” He has a half cocky grin on his face, a rarity to see and fucking devestating for the things it does to your pussy. Joel Miller before the outbreak would have been a sight to see. 

“Shave you while fucking?” You laugh, but he doesn’t, piquing your interest even more. “Seriously?” 

Joel strips off your panties and pushes your thighs apart. “I trust you.” He slides his hands up your legs and over your stomach to cup your tit. “And I always liked that kind of scene in the movies.” He admits, huffing that confession out with a slightly larger smirk. 

“Oh really?” You lean in and turn on the water behind you. “Bathroom filled with steam, a little bit of shaving soap on the jaw, the woman comes in and takes over.” You hum as you swipe the blades under the hot water to wet them. “The intimacy of the moment screaming through the screen and it’s just a matter of when, not if, they are going to devour each other?” 

He swallows harshly, clearing his throat and his eyes slide down to your lips. “Something like that.” Somehow, his voice has dipped lower, gotten a little more gravelly. You haven’t missed the way that his own body is reacting to your closeness. 

Bringing up the razor, you keep your eyes on his when he looks back up at you. Putting it to his face right below his ear to start slowly scraping away the hair from his face. 

Both of you were right. It’s intimate. Close. Intoxicating. The subtle rasp of the blades cutting through the hair and leaving the skin smooth. 

You are lost in it until he touches you. Making you jolt slightly as he presses against your entrance. Looking down to see his cock, thick and hard and ready to push inside you. “Don’t cut me.” He murmurs, gripping your hips to shift you down and he slides inside you. 

Making you groan, you barely can keep your hand steady as you let him stretch you out. “Joeeeeeel.” You bite your lip, aware that while the kid might be asleep, you can’t be too loud so you don’t wake her. 

“Fuck, say it like that again.” He groans, rocking forward until his hips are pressed against the sink and he’s fully sunk inside you. “But keep shaving me.” 

You want to roll your eyes, but you don’t, blindly washing off the blades again behind you and taking another pass at his cheek. 

It’s sloppy and unhurried. You don’t want to knick his throat, even if the guarded safety blades aren’t rusted and had been peeled out of the brittle plastic package right before now. Still, every pass of the razor is paired with a thrust of his cock. Both of you groaning in the still steamy bathroom, the heat from the water running behind you adding to the moment. 

Halfway through, Joel leans in and presses his lips to yours. It’s not as rough as you might have expected, but it is passionate. His tongue sliding inside your mouth and his groans breathed into you as he pulls you even closer. Interrupting your hard work, but he doesn’t seem to be too bothered about the hair still left on his face. Too busy panting into your mouth and rocking you back into the sink until your ass hits the water and you clench down around him with a hiss. 

He huffs a laugh, his teeth digging into your bottom lip, pulling you back and resetting his hips and yours. The razor clattering into the sink behind you and your arms wrapping around his shoulders. Moaning softly as the shaving is forgotten in the attempt to just feel good. 

“Got distracted?” Joel teases, rolling his hips a little faster to keep pushing deep. He loves the feel of you, the warmth and wetness. The way you take everything he gives you. 

“God.” You can’t even be upset at him, not when he’s completely right. You did get distracted. The best kind of way to be distracted. “Shut up and fuck me, Miller.” You will finish shaving him eventually, probably leading up to round two if he’s up for it. 

[lacrimosathedark]

For funsies, some of my fav Radioapple tropes

Both of them are kicking and screaming through feelings realization. They would prefer to remain in denial, thank you very much. Even funnier if they do this through ALL stages. Like enemies to friends, they have such a hard time admitting they want to be friends. The tension is unbearable.

Lucifer falls first, Alastor falls harder. Or rather, Lucifer has the feelings realization first so it's more of a gradual awareness for him, but Alastor's emotions grow without his notice until it hits him all at once out of nowhere like a freight train.

Lucifer easily recognizing he finds Alastor attractive, but totally blindsided when he starts to genuinely enjoy his presence. Like, yeah, he's tall, dark, and threatening, Lucifer liked that in Lilith. But Alastor's also a BITCH and Lucifer is NOT HAPPY that he finds this fucker funny. And that his stupid ears are adorable.

Lucifer is still hung up on Lilith, very apparently so, and Alastor's totally not jealous, no, he just wants everything Lilith's ever had, no big deal.

Alastor has Feelings about Lucifer still wearing his ring, and it makes him insecure or otherwise upset but he will not bring it up himself.

Alastor, at first, is entirely unaware of the fact that he finds Lucifer attractive (if not sexually then aesthetically). Like, he's Lucifer, known for being the most beautiful angel, AND the devil, the first temptation. Obviously he's pretty, that's not an opinion, it's a fact. What do you mean not everyone thinks that??? He likes Lucifer's stupid face and he'll double-die mad about it.

Alastor has never experienced sexual attraction in his life or death. And then he sees Lucifer in full demon mode and he's like "what the fuck am I feeling I'm feeling feelings I don't like this". Lucifer is the reason why Hell's so hot lmao

On the subject of finding Lucifer attractive, Lucifer with deer traits. Especially if he does it to mock/tease Alastor but instead of reacting as expected, Alastor basically blue screens.

Alastor insists on introducing Rosie and Lucifer, and instantly regrets it lmao. Rosie is utterly charmed by Lucifer and they (completely platonically) flirt constantly. Alastor hates it. Even before he starts to feel jealous about it, he sees it and is like "...Ew." Kinda like how kids are when their parents flirt. Rosie thinks it's hilarious because it is.

Vox being both a jealous dumbass and a genuine threat. At the same time, Alastor is adamant that Lucifer stay out of it, much to his annoyance. Vox can be underhanded and sneaky, capable of causing genuine problems, maybe even hurting one of them. But equally likely to blurt out something horrendously embarrassing and stupid.

In that vein, a direct contrast between Alastor's relationship with Lucifer and with Vox. Vox being the abusive ex can be interesting, but even just his usual invasive obsession compared to Lucifer generally respecting Alastor's boundaries for example. Lucifer not trying to push for anything at all (getting him to say what he wants is like pulling teeth) compared to Vox's desperation and retaliation. Hell, even just that Vox is Friends to Enemies and Lucifer is Enemies to Friends (to Lovers mayhaps?). It's really fun to play with.

DANCING!!! I love Alastor dancing with anyone and everyone, but him dancing with Lucifer and almost forcing Lucifer to have fun? UGH yes. They start off with challenging toothy grins, but eventually Lucifer is genuinely laughing and Alastor's smile is relaxed and easy. SO. CUTE.

Similarly, playing music together! I do enjoy the dancing more, but just, Alastor on piano and Lucifer accompanying him with his violin? Adorable.

Charlie is either ENTIRELY oblivious, or she knows EVERYTHING but everyone thinks she's oblivious. When whichever it is is revealed, there's a huge, "Wait, WHAT?!" moment.

The rest of the cast have bets going and when whatever their relationship is is revealed, someone grumbles and hands over cash to someone else.

Will I think of more?

[tropetember]

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Strangers To Lovers - Character A and Character B meet for the first time when Character A is at their lowest point. B, a stranger, is the kindest person A has ever met, and from that point on, B has A’s eternal loyalty. 

Case Fic - Character A and Character B are working on the same case from different perspectives. There is absolutely no flirting going on under the antagonistic banter about the case (or is there?)

Sickfic - Character A has a deadline / big commitment coming up and they’ve been running themselves ragged to make it in time. They can totally power through this little bout of allergies. Stop laughing, Character B!

Customer Service AU - Where Character A works Customer Service at a restaurant/business and Character B and their child are customers. Character A first notices a really cute kid only to notice that, hey, the parent is actually very beautiful too. What the hell?

Reality TV AU - Cooking contest where the participants are randomly paired up with someone who can’t cook at all - both of them have to collaborate on every dish. Character A thought this would be an easy win but Character B’s inability to even boil water is going to make this a challenge.

80’s Teen Movie AU - Two very different teens come to understand each other better during a very long after-school detention. (Breakfast Club style)

Futuristic AU - In a futuristic steampunk setting, a mysterious stranger collapses on the doorstep of a lonely scientist.

Time Travel - Character A meets their future self and they’re surprised by one very glaring difference between them.

Five Times + One Time - Five times Character A cooks for Character B when they’re at a low point in their life, and one time Character B returns the favour.

Accidental Confession - Character A thinks they are dying, and writes/records a message confessing their feelings for Character B, to be received by them posthumously. It turns out that A survives, but B has already read/seen the message.

Coworkers to Friends to Lovers - Character A and Character B work under Character C. C is friends with both of them, but A and B can’t stand each other. Despite, that they have to support each other through the disasters C keeps getting all of them into.

Touch Starvation - Original Hanahaki interpretation where Character A is touch starved (but can’t bring themselves to ask for comfort) and that’s what’s making flowers grow in their lungs.

Found Family - Character A’s biological family is better not spoken about. So how will A’s found family react when they show up out of the blue, disturbing any peace A has made for themselves?

Human/Monster Romance - Character A is a pirate in a shipwreck during a storm. Character B is a daydreamer mermaid who thinks A is actually royalty and saves them because of it.

Arranged Marriage - Character A’s family wants/needs an alliance with Character B’s tribe/kingdom, and the easiest way to do this is to form a marriage between their families, with A & B being the chosen sacrifices.

Friendship Centric - A character study of the friendships with the most important people in the main character’s life, and how each friendship manifests differently (ships can be included, but not the main focus).

Love Confessions - Character A is in love with Character B but has never summoned up the courage to say anything about it. Sadly, B is moving at the end of the week, but A has the perfect, most dramatic plan to make their feelings known. 

Soulmates - Character A and Character B have known each other since childhood. When B dies, A inherits their soulmate, together with B’s dream/life goal, and promises to treat them the way B would have.

Apocalypse - In a horrifying apocalypse, a wanderer stumbles across an oasis - and the person who created it.

Fantasy - Magic is corrupted, the world is ending, and small resistance groups are the only ones fighting against the dark. Characters A and B are part of the resistance, and they start to realise their relationship might be the key to saving everything they know and love.

Genderswap AU - Canon Divergence where everything is the same but A & B have always been the opposite gender. Some things change, but some things stay the same.

Canon Rewrite - The setting is canon, with one key difference: everything happens fifty years earlier (interpret as you wish).

Fairytale - Base a work around the theme of Little Red Riding Hood, where the main character is the metaphorical Big Bad Wolf.

Babysitting - Character A and Character B are old friends that haven’t spoken in a long time. A calls B out of the blue, asking for a favour - they really need someone to babysit their kid for the day. Character B is REALLY bad with children.

Misunderstandings - Character A wants to ask Character B to take their relationship to the next level, but B keeps avoiding the conversation. Character B has been broken up with multiple times before and is trying to delay the inevitable heartbreak.

Fake Relationship - Character A kind of (but not really) hates Character B, but both of them are dealing with unwanted suitors and the easiest solution is to help each other out by fabricating a relationship between the two of them to make them both appear off limits.

Repression - Character A knows that Character B loves them - probably. So why does it seem so hard for B to show it?

Proposal - Character A proposes to Character B but cultural/upbringing differences make B not understand what A means (Examples: Japanese Traditional Proposals Other Traditional Proposals From Around The World)

Pacific Rim AU - Character A and Character B discover that they are Drift Compatible.

Optional:

Songfic - “I know we will live again / like the greatest lovers of all time / I know we will laugh again / as we did flying kites into the sky” Estels al Vent - Els Catarres

“The Borrowers” AU - Some or all of the characters are Borrowers, tiny people who live in the walls and floors of human houses and ‘borrow’ items from the humans who live there in order to survive.

Wild Card! - Look around at the items in arm’s reach from where you are sitting. Now write at least one of them into a story with your favourite characters!

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[mouwrites]

Ninjas x reader?

So basically readers dad/mom/wtv is a ex military Sargent who's very overprotective and intimidating. And the ninjas are meeting them for the first time how would they react?

Ooh, I actually like that idea,,, "ex-military parent" is a trope that needs to be used more often tbh

Ninjago - Ninjas When Your Parent is Ex-Military

Cole

He'd be super nervous, but he'd totally ace the first impression

And literally every impression after that

I feel like Cole is just the kind of guy your parents would always love, whether they're strict or laid back, grumpy or cheery—they are going to love him

Maybe it's because he always shows respect

And it's no exception with your parent; if anything, he's extra respectful

Definitely calls them "sir" or "ma'am"

(Honestly he probably does this anyway at first, but he'll do it more consistently with your parent)

Whenever they get all protective over you, he somehow manages to quell their worries without stepping on their toes

Like, if your parent says:

"You know, when we're in public Y/n never leaves my sight."

He'll smile and say:

"That's what I try to do, too. I like to know they're safe."

This technique never fails to satisfy and impress your parent

He seems pretty calm and pleasant when around your parent, and while this is forced at first, it becomes more natural over time

Mostly because your parent starts to relax around him too, easing up on the intimidating glares and snide comments intended as "tests"

Soon enough your parent is actually asking you when you're bringing him home next!

"When are you bringing that Cole boy around again? He's a good kid."

Jay

He is absolutely TERRIFIED to meet your parent when he finds out they're ex-military

He keeps putting off the meeting; little does he know this is making your parent suspicious of him already

You literally have to beg him to meet them, if not for your sake, then for his own

Because you know that the longer he keeps making excuses, the more your parent is going to be biased against him

So when he finally agrees, it's a big relief for you

Not so much for him; he spends every second leading up to the meeting stressing out

What's he gonna wear? What's he gonna say? How should he stand? What if he gets fidgety?

Then it happens: he meets your parent

And he fumbles so hard D:

His bumbling nervousness (which is NOT helped by your parent's intentionally intimidating demeanor) makes him come off as a wuss, which your parent doesn't like

They think Jay can't protect you, which is, like, their #1 requirement for any partner you have

So they totally disapprove of him

That is, until they see him on the news

He somehow failed to mention on your first meeting that he was a ninja; a ninja with powers, no less

So your parent sees him on the news one night, and immediately calls you over

"Is that your boyfriend on the news? Oh my! Did you just see that?? Good gravy!"

"Does this mean you don't hate him now?"

"Hate him? How could I? This kid could take me in a fight! Hell, bring him around again; I've gotta apologize before he comes after me, hah!"

Kai

From what you said about Kai to your parent before they met him, they assumed he was sort of a bad boy

Which they didn't like. At all.

So when they ask you to bring him home, it's almost like a challenge

And that's certainly how Kai sees it; a challenge to prove his worth

So he trains for it

He works out extra hard, practices his smile in the mirror, tests different greetings

It's silly, but you know that he's probably going to need the practice, what with your parent... being like they are

The practice gives him an air of confidence that actually ends up putting your parent off

Everything else was fine; the handshake, calling them "sir/ma'am," asking polite questions...

It was just that smirk, that total lack of nervousness that put a (deeper than usual) scowl on your parent's face

It wasn't that Kai wasn't nervous; he was just hiding it to seem tough

Eventually he starts to break, and his anxiety finally shines through

Your parent realizes that everything he's been doing has been for them, and he wasn't really like that all the time

And then they're just a little impressed; not much, but just enough so that they don't totally hate him

It'll take time for them to warm up to him, and honestly it'll probably take a bit for Kai to warm up to them, too

Your parent will sort of see themselves in Kai: a fiery young person eager for a fight

And from there they'll be besties tbh; they can relate to each other, and they enjoy testing each other's fierceness

Zane

I don't actually think that Zane will be nervous about your parent being ex-military

If he's feeling any anxiety, it's about meeting your parent in general

He doesn't know why them being ex-military would change things; veteran or not, he needs them to like him

But it does give him a hint on how to please them

He spends a lot of time researching the military, trying to come up with topics to discuss

He's also just trying to understand them better

So when you finally meet, he's almost too perfect in the way he conducts himself

He's quite naturally respectful and pleasant, but it's his knowledge about the military that really gets your parent

The questions he asks are so specific that each one makes your parent's brows jump up for half a second in surprise

They're more than happy to answer the question, of course; they're just impressed that he knew to ask

And when he leaves your parent is actually the one asking if he'd like to come over again

Tbh they just want to answer more of his questions

Needless to say, they end up liking him a lot; not as your boyfriend, but as a "nice young man"

It's only after the first meeting that they let the idea that this "nice young man" is your boyfriend set in

The change is visible on their face; they just blink with owlish eyes for a second before clapping you on the shoulder with a grin

"You picked a good one, Y/n! He sure knows his stuff!"

And the more he comes around, the more little details your parent learns to like, from his mannerisms to his personality

They don't even care that he's a robot

He's as human to them as anyone :)

Lloyd

He's pretty scared to meet your parent

His experience with parents was definitely... different

He has no idea what to expect when you tell him that your parent is strict/protective

His parents were about as present in his life as strawberries in an apple pie, so he doesn't really have a sense of what real parenting is like

So just add that to the fact that your parent is like the final boss of seeking parent approval

No matter how much you tell him to just be himself, he's convinced that he needs to act a specific way

He has no idea what that "way" is, but he's certain it exists

Unfortunately he doesn't figure it out by the time he's on your porch knocking on the door

So he's forced to follow your advice

His pleasant, agreeable nature does little to impress your parent

It's not that they don't like him, they just think he's a little... plain

But then they see how he treats you

Lloyd didn't know if showing affection for you was against this obscure idea of "ways to act around parents," but he did it anyway

He was as respectful ever in showing his admiration for you

He called you beautiful and kissed your hand, pulled your chair out for you at the dinner table and everything

He was a total gentleman, as always

This is what got your parent to like him

He wasn't just this plain blonde boy who "fooled" you into dating him; suddenly he was a dazzling gentleman with impeccable manners

This impression might've been a bit exaggerated

I mean, Lloyd is just naturally nice like that; he's not trying to be this "perfect" character

But ultimately that's how your parent sees him, which is better than a bad impression (I guess?)

Nya

She's not scared of your parent

No matter how much they might try to intimidate her, she's unflinching in her demeanor around them

Much like Zane, any anxiety she's feeling is because they're your parent, not because they're ex-military

But I don't think she has any reason to worry

She has a strong personality, with brains, brawn, and that fearless air about her

Your parent is impressed at the way she doesn't even seem to notice their glares

She just keeps smiling her little smile, asking another question to get to know your parent or answering their questions

At first your parent is a little irked by the way they can't seem to get to her, but the more she talks the more they realize that there's a reason behind this

She's a genuine toughie; she's seen enough that she's not scared of much anymore

And that's when your parent decides that they like her

I guess they sort of see themself in her

But they also like the fact that, because she's tough like that, she can protect you

And, just as importantly, she can protect herself

To your parent that means that not only is she going to take care of you, but she's going to take care of herself so that she can always be there for you

So they sort of drop the intimidation tactics

Not all the way, just because that's how they are when it comes to you

Just enough to show Nya that they're warming up to her

And she's totally ecstatic about that!

She knows family is important to you, so to be accepted by your parent is fantastic :D

Thank you for this request!! And thanks for reading, take care doves <33

(divider by saradika)

[burntsecrets]

bad idea right?

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Word Count: 1248

A/N: I came up with this idea while driving home and listening to” bad idea right?” by Olivia Rodrigo

Summary: Modern AU (same things happened, just modern-day) | Your situationship with Billy might be over, but you can’t stop from tripping and falling into his bed.

Warnings: alcohol use, intoxication, sexual tension, casual sex, toxic relationship, emotional manipulation, implied past trauma, regret, mild profanity, implied unhealthy coping mechanisms, unresolved emotional conflict, trauma recovery, manipulative behavior, unhealthy relationship dynamics, questionable consent (due to intoxication).

You’re leaning against the sticky countertop at Benny’s, some kid from school, the neon lights flickering overhead, and the buzz of the cheap beer in your veins dulls everything to a warm blur. Laughter surrounds you, the familiar chaos of your friends filling the air, but your mind keeps drifting back to that one name—Billy. 

It’s been months since you last heard from him. Hell, you thought you were done with him for good. He left you with nothing but broken promises and bruised feelings when the mind flayer took over, turning him into someone worse than the asshole you knew before. But somehow, after surviving, he’s been… different. Rumor has it he’s been seeing the school counselor, dealing with his trauma, his daddy issues, and all the shit that made him the way he was. 

You told yourself you wouldn’t care. After everything, you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of falling back into the same toxic cycle. But then your phone vibrates in your pocket, pulling you out of your thoughts. A text. His name lights up the screen.

Billy:  "Hey. I’m at my new place. Alone."

Your pulse quickens. You know this isn’t a good idea. It’s not even an idea—it’s a terrible impulse, one you should ignore. You promised yourself you were done, that you’d never go back. Yet, here you are, half-drunk, staring at his message like it’s a challenge you’re not sure you can refuse.

He sends you his new address. You shouldn’t go. Every rational thought is telling you to stay, to finish the night with your friends, laugh, forget about him, and move on. But there’s this pull. A part of you that still aches when you think about the nights tangled in his sheets, the heat of his body next to yours, the way his mouth could silence every doubt you had, even if just for a few hours.

“I should probably not,” you mumble under your breath, but the words feel hollow. You already know you’re going to end up at his door despite everything.

Your friends barely notice when you slip away, making up some excuse about needing to crash early. They don’t ask questions; they wouldn’t approve if they knew the truth anyway. You fumble with your keys as you head to your car, your mind already buzzing with the conflict of what you’re about to do. The engine roars to life, and before you can second-guess yourself, you’re driving—straight to him.

When you pull up to the apartment building, your stomach flips. Billy’s already waiting, leaning against the doorframe, that stupid smirk on his face, and damn it, you hate how much you’ve missed that. His blue eyes glint under the dim light of the porch, and for a second, you forget every reason why you swore you’d never do this again.

“You’re here,” he says, almost surprised, but you can see the satisfaction behind his voice.

You shrug, trying to play it cool. “Yeah, well… had nothing better to do.”

Billy steps aside, letting you in. The apartment smells faintly of cigarettes and cheap cologne, just like you remember. The memories flood back instantly, and you hate how your body reacts to how familiar this all feels despite how wrong it is. 

“You shouldn’t be here, you know,” he says, but there’s no conviction in his words. It’s more of a dare, a challenge. He knows exactly how to get under your skin and knows that part of you still craves him despite everything.

“I know,” you reply, dropping your jacket on the floor, already feeling the magnetic pull of him. “But here I am.”

The space between you and Billy evaporates far too quickly, the tension snapping as he grips your hips with a possessive urgency, yanking you into him. His touch is electric—warm fingers digging into your skin, pulling you so close that your breath catches in your throat. It’s dizzying how your body betrays you with a familiar heat that flares from the contact. Despite everything your mind is screaming, your body knows this dance all too well. 

You crash your lips against his, and it’s not gentle, not soft. It’s wild, messy, filled with months of unsaid words and untangled emotions, as if kissing him could somehow erase the silence and make sense of the chaos. His mouth moves against yours with a desperate hunger, and you match it, letting yourself fall into the storm of him. The taste of him is intoxicating—salt and cigarette smoke with something undeniably Billy. It shouldn’t feel this good. But it does.

His hands move with practiced ease, slipping beneath your shirt, fingertips grazing the sensitive skin of your sides. The warmth of his palms spreads across your body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. Every touch is achingly familiar, yet there’s something different now, a gentleness woven through his usual rough edges. You can feel it in the way his hands tremble ever so slightly, as though he’s trying to hold himself back. But you know better. You know what’s underneath—the bruised and broken pieces of him, the pain he’s been burying for years.

You shouldn’t be here. You shouldn’t let him do this. But you do.

His lips leave yours, tracing a burning path down your neck, and you tilt your head back, a shaky breath escaping you. You hate how easily you melt into him, how quickly your defenses crumble when he’s this close. There’s a softness now, a vulnerability in the way he touches you—like he’s afraid to break something fragile. But it doesn’t change the past. It doesn’t make up for the hurt.

Still, you let him guide you back, your legs hitting the edge of the bed as you tumble down with him, the familiar weight of his body pressing against yours. The scent of him surrounds you, pulling you deeper into the haze of need. It feels like stepping into a dangerous current, swept up in something you know you can’t control. 

Your mind whispers warnings, telling you this will only end the way it always does, but you silence them. You tell yourself it’s the last time, that once this is over, you’ll walk away and leave him in the past where he belongs. But even as you think it, you know it’s a lie. You’ve been here before, in the same bed, making the same promises, falling into the same trap.

And yet, as his lips find yours again and your body responds to every familiar touch, you know you’ll let it happen anyway. You’ll make one more bad decision. You’ll let him pull you under, just for tonight.

You wake up the next morning tangled in his sheets, his arm draped over your waist. The weight of regret hits you immediately, but when you look at him, peaceful for once, it’s hard to feel anything but conflicted.

Billy stirs, his voice groggy. “You okay?”

You nod, not trusting yourself to speak. You slip out of bed, pulling your clothes back on in silence. He watches you, but for once, he doesn’t say anything cocky or cruel. There’s something unreadable in his expression, something you don’t want to acknowledge.

“I should go,” you mutter, heading for the door.

“Yeah,” he replies, voice soft. “See you around?”

You pause, fingers on the doorknob, heart pounding in your chest. You know you shouldn’t. You know this is all wrong.

But you can’t help it.

“Yeah… maybe.”

[fimbry]

This is going to be a long post, a mix of what happened and then what Charlie meant to me. TW pet death

Charlie has passed away after eating 2 bad rats from Big Cheese Rodent Factory. She regurgitated 3 days after feeding and died two days later. I have been purchasing f/t rats from Big Cheese for years, and if my friend hadn't been having these same problems with the same batch of jumbo rats I would have thought this could be a freak incident or a mistake on my part. However, my friend's snakes are also regurgitating and one has died after eating these jumbo rats, and we bought them during the same Mother's Day sale. Same batch. I'll be getting a necropsy on Charlie to see if that has any answers as to what was off with the rats.

Now I get it that sometimes food safety measures don't get carried out every time and most suppliers have some kind of scandal like this, but the company's callous response and refusal to even entertain that it could be their rats at fault is pretty fucked up and has me a bit heated. It's just a "coincidence" my friend's and my snakes are getting sick/dying after eating rats from the same batch. Eye roll. The money doesn't even matter to me at this point so I may not message them further about this, I'm just so upset over the cold response and the loss of Charlie.

The email response from them:

With that out of the way, I do want to share what Charlie meant to me. She was a very special animal, I thought of her as the "matriarch" of my collection as I have a good number of her kids and grandchildren still with me. Four of each actually if I'm counting, and I love them so very much.

When I got Charlie I was still pretty green in the hobby. Yes I'd had snakes for years, my cornsnake and then a couple ball pythons, and even a Sumatran short-tail, my beloved Svid, but these were all very "easy" snakes... I learned with them, but I was not challenged the way that Charlie challenged me. I got Charlie as a full adult, she was my first blood python and I had not even planned to get into bloods until I saw her. I was planning to focus on Sumatran short tails, but Charlie changed things.

Charlie came out of the shipping bag striking and bit me on the finger immediately. Now I'm not sure if anyone remembers this but that video of the two little brothers "Charlie bit my finger" is how Charlie got her name lol.

The first 4 months were... challenging. I could not even touch her directly. I was so afraid I'd made a mistake. Charlie was a 17lb adult blood python, far bigger than my other snakes, and she was TERRIFIED of me. She wanted me to go to hell, and would send me there herself if only she could. We spent a lot of time together, just me sitting near her open enclosure and her glaring at me. Over the months we went from no contact, to minimal contact, until finally I was able to at least clean her without too much trouble. She liked routine, liked to know what was going to happen next. Any deviation from the routine and the trust would be broken, she'd be full of fear again. It was a few years of doing things purely by her strict rules.

Around 2014, something clicked. She began to actually trust that I wasn't going to hurt her and didn't have bad intentions. We seemed to have an actual understanding where if something happened out of the norm, she wouldn't react badly. I could even take her out for pictures and she behaved! Soon I was able to pet her, touch her tail (which I was doing a lot about now since I was trying to figure out why my "male" was not breeding, ha), even pet her head. I was still a bit wary of her, but we were in a good place. As the years went on, our trust grew deeper and I knew she wouldn't bite me, and she knew I was a safe person.

She also showed me how intelligent these snakes could be. She could tell people apart which became obvious if she saw anyone besides me. While I had earned her trust, others had not, so I refrained from taking her out if others were around. While she was a big beautiful animal, I couldn't take her out to show guests. I respected her all the more for it, if I'm honest. She knew what she was about, and I didn't push that.

Over the years she ended up giving me three clutches of beautiful babies, she did such a good job. After her last clutch in 2021, she started showing her age. She was nearing 20 years old, if not over, and had begun getting wrinkled scales and grew a cataract in one eye. I decided to retire her from breeding and let her enjoy her golden years in peace. Pythons can live a very long time, so I expected to have another ~10 years with her.

I'm devastated that her retirement was cut short like this, devastated that I was robbed of more time together. We had both grown and changed a lot over the last 12 years together, and she really was a picture of "to be loved is to be changed." My sweet old lady who knew me, and I knew her. ♥

[invisiblequeen]

Didn't even know this existed until one of my faves posted...

@pamsimmerstories : I've been obsessed with their landgraab gen 2 story since i stumbled upon it a couple of months ago. I'm constantly checking for updates and the one day I don't is when they upload a whole handful of posts! But I've been with them since this one couple I won't name was in teenager mode, and now that couple has three darn kids and one of them is already in child mode. I'm not ready to see time move on! I'm not ready to see their parents meet the grim reaper! I've gotten too attached!

@samssims : Yes, my contestant for the Mildred BC didn't stay long, but I love the concept of a Challenge like this for an elder sim who used to be a star back in the day looking for love after two divorces. I'm eager to see who wins!

@lindyloosims : Let's just say I'm lovestruck over luka, his personality, his rosy cheeks, his quirks and his interactions with the contestants here to win his heart. Lindyloo is great with the dialogue and narration--it keeps me engaged as hell. Also her simself is the host of the BC and I just love that detail!

@saruin : One of the first cc creators I found when i discovered cc at all. Her creativity knows no bounds, and the presets she's created have helped expand my own creativity when it comes to making sims. More often than not you'll find at least one thing of hers in any post I make. Hell, she made a set of teeth with color swatches for the TONGUE. How can I not "stan?"

@cinamun : Things Fall Apart, but not my commitment to this woman's story. I wasn't there when it first started all those years ago, but dammit, i'm here now (since dira's graduation arc) and i'm not going anywhere. From the dialogue, to the characters, to the style of shots themselves, she literally has me in a chokehold. And she's the one who was wheezing and screaming over Kendrick performing Not Like Us fifty times on Juneteenth! If that doesn't cement her as an icon IDK what does! (ironic that hers was the first tumblr faves post I saw that led to my own lol)

@cawthorntales : You all know I live for BC challenges. This man right here never, ever, EVER stops delivering on those. EVER. He always has an established storyline for the character he provides us to make a sim for, as well as a funny dialogue between said sim and the "cameraman" to start it off. I need for more people to know who he is so we can get MORE contestant for his challenges so I can witness MORE of my sims in his gameplay!!!

@akitasimblr : Found her during the Dreadful BC Challenge and haven't looked back since. She is VERY serious about this gameplay BC Challenge business. She gives you CLIPS formatted as live streams with "chat" on the side reacting to what they see. She has a leaderboard with a system to rank all contestants on friendship and romance and etc. And she's currently doing a crossover of the bachelor and SURVIVOR! go check it out!

@novapark : This one right here is a COZY Bachelor Challenge gameplay. Their shots are so deliciously saturated and warmly lit that it makes me wanna get a cup of tea and a snuggie to watch it. I like the style of a narrator popping in to watch all the ways Izan (the bachelor) wins and fails with his contestants (sims are so weird when it comes to their mood switch-ups i swear). And yours truly has a sim in there, too, so that's an added benefit for me, but just off the way they shot this challenge I'd still be checking it out regardless!

@jayveesim : You. YOUUUUUUUUUU. You have ruined me. You have ensared me. You have cost me my former life before I knew of your gameplay. You and that DAMNED BLAKE PARSONS! You've snatched my wig. You've dragged me across the floor by my eyelashes. You've scorched my edges! I have rarely been so fired up and passionate about a pixel baby the way I have been about YOURS and their DECISIONS! I won't even try to explain it to y'all, you gotta go check it out yourselves, and then we can scream about it together in this evil genius's comment section! LMFAO

This is a great chance for us all to big up fellow simblrs, so I hope to see more of these posts!

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Fatal Flaw - Tate Langdon

Word Count: 3.7k

Summary: She loved him, that was her flaw. He loved her, that was his strength. But it wasn't strong enough to prevent the darkness from consuming him.

WARNINGS: swearing, self-harm mention, gu.n violence, major death. this is some HEAVY shit, heavy enough I censored some of it juuuuust in case

A/N: idk i felt like Apocalypse just tried to justify Tate for fan service, so I wrote this as like a challenge for myself lol. Could I give Tate a backstory to actually make him a victim from beginning to end? Also idr where larry was when Tate set him aflame so now it was in the house lmao. this fic puts emphasis on the house being "evil", meaning an entity pulling the strings

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People say it’s unlikely for high school sweethearts to stay together.

To get married, have kids, grow old together.

It’s unlikely. 

But Tate was different.

He was everything she had ever wanted. Attractive, poetic, with a sensitive side, and rough around the edges. He had his issues, but she had hers.

Everyone has issues, so why be stuck on his?

Tate wasn’t happy. 

He was constantly in his dark, gloomy world, his certified therapist being the equally dark and gloomy Kurt Cobain. And just like Kurt Cobain, Tate had his fun side. His chaotic but endearing personality that one just had to pry a little bit to find.

Y/N was the one to make the first move.

He sat quietly in the back of class a lot, headphones connected to his discman as he stared out the window off into the school’s courtyard. For some reason, Y/N had taken a liking to him, because, well, look at him. He was gorgeous. 

Most girls at school didn’t pay him any mind, he was almost… invisible to them. But if he was a bit more outspoken, she was sure girls would flock to him. 

But no, he was invisible, and no one cared for him. No one acknowledged him.

But Y/N was different. Tate was different. 

She wanted to know him. 

So one morning before class started, she took the seat next to him. “Hey,”

Nothing.

Reaching out, she tugged on the wire of his headphones, making him jump, “What the hell?” he grumbled. 

“I’m Y/N,” 

He had glared at her, but then it changed to the ghost of a smile. Girls don’t usually pay attention to him. In general, most people didn’t. 

“Tate,”

It didn’t take long for the two of them to start dating. Within a few weeks, they were attached at the hip. He had told her his whole life story, which shouldn’t have been so detailed, as a then-sixteen year old. 

He told her about his relationship with his mother and how he hated her. She made him feel worthless. He told her about her new boyfriend and how he hated him too. How he had three siblings but lost two of them. He showed her his scars, and she initially panicked, unsure how to react. 

She had reached out, and when he thought she was going to make a whole show of kissing the scars on his wrists, he instinctively put his hands behind his back, saying, “Don’t you fucking dare,” which garnered a “sorry” from her, and he had laughed. She laughed too. 

But the thoughts began getting worse. 

A dark fantasy. He thought about it quite often. Something about it just felt so right to him. There was something so poetic and beautiful about the action. The looks on everyone’s faces. The splatter of ruby all over the walls. 

He could turn the school into a perfect canvas. 

That’s what the voices told him, anyway. The voices told him that this was best. The same voices that told him to end it all. The same voices he heard every time he had picked up the blade. 

He really was going to end it all. That’s what the voices had wanted. That’s what they had been telling him ever since he was forced to move into this awful home.

But how could he? He had Y/N. She was everything to him. Everything he could ever want, all he even had. 

So the voices implanted a new idea in his head. 

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His mother was yelling at her new boyfriend about something. He wasn’t sure what. 

She was yelling up a storm, and he sat curled up on his bed, trying to block it out with his usual medicine: Nirvana. 

Then why did her shouts seem so amplified? Why did it sound like she was right inside his room, yelling at him? 

You should do it tomorrow.

“No,” he said loudly into the quiet room, barking back at the voice only he could hear, “I don’t want to.”

It would be such a wonderful sight.

“No it won’t! There’s nothing nice about-about blood and de-death!” he stuttered out, suddenly feeling a headache form. He rubbed at his temples, trying to calm his thoughts. He could hear the door slam and he looked out the window, seeing both Larry and Constance storming out, walking in different directions.

Imagine Y/N, laid out on the floor, the blood around her head like a halo. Doesn’t that sound beautiful? Her eyes open wide, the life drained out of them.

Tate’s eyes widened and he stood up angrily, “Stay away from her!” he shouted, hands balled into fists by his sides. “I won’t let you touch her! No no no!” Raising a balled fist, he punched the wall, the connection causing his knuckles to burn. 

You can’t hurt me, Tate.

“Fuck you!” he kicked the wall next, repeatedly. Over and over again. “Fuck you! Fuck you! I won’t let you have her!”

This house wanted his girlfriend dead. He wouldn’t allow it. He won’t let this house take away the only thing that was keeping him sane. The only reason his scars were beginning to fade. 

And so he grabbed a gallon of gasoline and a lighter from the garage. 

You really think that’s going to do anything, Tate?

“Shut the hell up,” he grumbled, uncapping the jug.

I’ll still be with you. I’ll always be with you.

“Suck dick,” it didn’t even occur to him that he was talking to a house. He went to pour the contents of the jug all over the floor when he suddenly heard a door open. The front door.

“Constance? You home?” the voice called out. Larry, the fuck ass boy toy must have come back in an attempt to apologize for the argument they just had.  

This will be fun.

“Fuck off,” Tate screwed back up the gasoline. As much as he hated Larry, he didn’t want to start a fire while he was in the home. He would just have to hide it under his bed until the house was empty. 

The house had other plans.

You’re just going to let that asshole become the man of the house?

Yes. He didn’t care anymore. Larry could have Constance, and once Tate graduated he was going to leave. He was going to swoop the love of his life off her feet and run away from this God awful town. He didn’t have to be here much longer.

You really think Constance will let you leave? 

“Shut up,” 

She’s never going to let you leave this home, definitely not this town. Especially with that terrible girl she doesn’t even like.

“She can’t stop me,” Tate replied dryly, beginning to walk back up the steps.

Speaking of that terrible girl, Larry seems to like her tons…

He stopped in his tracks, “...What?”

He thinks about her quite often. Every time she comes and visits, he’s watching her. You haven’t noticed? Haven’t noticed him eyeing her up and down? Haven’t noticed the way he licked his lips, the way his pants tightened around-

"He hasn't seen her in weeks," Tate shot back. Y/N was an expert at sneaking in at this point.

His imagination still runs wild.

“Fuck him,” Tate growled, stomping back down the stairs, “Fuck. Him.” 

How dare that man look at Y/N that way? How dare he have those thoughts about her? Not only a taken woman, but a minor at that. 

He found himself uncapping the jug, standing with his feet planted outside of Larry’s office. He uncapped it, flicking the cap off to the floor with his thumb and index finger. He reached out to grab the doorknob and stopped himself. 

What the hell is he doing?

Was he really about to end someone’s life?

No, that’s insane. He can’t do that.

Then his feet moved for him. 

What the fuck? What the actual fuck? Fuck fuck fuck fuck-

He swung open the door, Larry looking up to meet his gaze, “Ah! Tate! You see I’m busy right now-” the man paused, seeing a suspiciously dark look in Tate’s eyes.

What the fuck was happening? Why couldn’t he feel his legs? Why couldn’t he feel anything? 

Just anger. He felt anger while looking into Larry’s stupid bug eyes. He felt anger looking at the snarky look on Larry’s face.

Without a second thought, he splashed gasoline onto Larry’s body, flicking a match in his direction, watching him set aflame. 

Pain travelled throughout the older man’s body as he screamed in terror, tumbling out from behind the desk, scrambling around the office in panic. 

Tate didn’t look back as Larry collapsed, rolling around on the floor, somewhat calming the fire and in turn, passing out. 

There’s a lot of preparations you need to do for today.

“Today?” Tate muttered, stumbling up the steps.

Grab the gu.n. Plenty buIIets. School isn’t out for a few hours.

“Yes… I have time…” he suddenly felt tired. So, so tired as he trudged up, his legs feeling heavier with each step. “I can’t…”

Yes you can and you will. 

Next thing he knew, he was cleaning the gu.n, seated on his bed with a distant look in his eyes. His fingers traced along the cool metal, admiring the weapon, until he snapped out of the daze.

Holy fuck. Holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck. 

He can’t do this. There’s no way he can do this. Especially because Y/N didn’t skip class today-

Y/N.

She’ll have to go too.

FUCK no. 

Breaking out of his trance, he dropped the gu.n, diving towards his phone. Y/N always called his Motorola the “Zac Morris Phone” due to it being quite big for the 90s. She always had the newest trends and technologies. He shakily pulled out the antenna and dialed her number, pushing the buttons while the panic boiled within him. 

Get up.

“NO!” he pressed the phone to his ear, gripping the headboard with his free hand. It was lunch time, she should be able to answer. Why wasn’t she answering? She needed to answer!

He felt a force suddenly grab him by his leg and yank him off the bed. Tate let out a yelp as he hit the hard floor, suddenly feeling dizzy. He groaned, pushing himself up with his hands, reaching for his phone again. He pressed it to his ear, just as he heard a soft, “hey, baby,”

Within an instant, his terror vanished. She didn’t even have to ask who it was, she had that fancy caller ID on her Nokia. “Y/N,” he breathed, feeling a tear fall, “I love you,” 

“I love you too, baby. Skipping class again, I noticed, huh?” she teased, and he imagined the sweet smile on her face 

“You need to leave,” he whispered, standing on shaky legs. Well, forced up. It’s like his body was almost not his own anymore, “Get out of there,”

“No can do, my love, I have bio next,”

“Godammit, Y/N just listen to me!” he snapped, trying to stifle the sob raking at the back of his throat, “Please,” 

She paused, a silence on the line for a moment, “Baby, are you okay? Where are you? I’ll go to you!”

“NO!” he shouted, his unoccupied hand balled into a fist, “Don’t! You can’t! You can’t go here, you can’t!”

“Hey, shhh, it’s okay, baby, just tell me where you are and I can help you through this okay?” A whirlwind of thoughts was going through her head already. He had gotten into another fight with his mom. She hit him. Made him feel worthless. Something. “Are you at home?”

“No!” Tate replied right away, shaking his head even though she couldn’t even see. “I’m… I’m at the diner. The one we always go to for dates.” he lied.

“Shit, that’s on the whole other side of town. I’ll be there as soon as possible, okay?”

“Okay,” he whispered, then he gasped looking down. The gu.n was in his hand. He didn’t remember grabbing the gu.n. He had left it on the ground. “I… I love you so much, Y/N.”

“Love you too, sweetie. I’ll be there soon.” 

He hung up first, his hand working on its own as he threw the phone at the wall as hard as he could, “Shit!” he gasped. 

And with that, his eyes glazed over, fingers tightening around the gu.n. Shrugging on a coat, he went down the stairs. 

The last thing he heard was the weak tap of Larry’s knuckles on the office door as he left his house. 

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He felt disgusting. 

The bIood wouldn’t come off of him. It wouldn’t go away. No matter how much scrubbing he did, the red continued to stain his clothes. His body.

“No no no,” he wailed, continuing to rub at his skin, beginning to sting in rawness, “Why’d I do that? Why’d I do that?”

Because it felt amazing.

“Shut up,” he wiped at his face; he couldn’t tell if it were tears or just the water, “Just shut up,”

That little girlfriend of yours would look mighty fine with a buIIet through her head.

“No no no” Tate curled up in the tub, tears streaming down his cheeks, “Leave her alone. Please. She did nothing wrong.”

Same with all those classmates you just murd3red. What did they do wrong, Tate? What did they do to deserve that fate?

“Nothing,” he whispered, “They did nothing wrong,”

You’re just an asshole murd3rer.

“I’m a murd3rer!” he sobbed, burying his face in his hands. 

Yes. A murd3rer. That’s what you are.

Tate sat up, reaching out to grab something he had left on the counter. A blade. 

“I won’t let you hurt anyone else,” he said darkly. He took a deep breath, gripping the “Zac Morris” phone he also placed on the counter. He dialed Y/N’s number slowly. Within seconds, she answered.

“Baby what the hell? I walked all the way to the diner and couldn’t find you anywhere-”

“Y/N,” he interrupted, “I just… I just wanted to say…” he gulped, shaky hand running through his hair, “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me. I would have been gone a long time ago if we never met. I just… I love you,”

“Tate, you’re worrying me. Can you please tell me where you are? Let’s talk.”

He shook his head frantically, then remembered he was on the phone, “N-No. I can’t see you right now. I’m sorry.”

“Are you home? I’m at your window right now.”

He panicked. 

He should have known once she realized he wasn’t at the diner she would check his place next. She always went through the window, due to his mother disliking her. Because of that, he always kept the window unlocked.

Shit.

Bolting up from the tub, he had to grip the counter to keep himself from falling. He quickly redressed, rushing into his room, just to come face-to-face with Y/N.

Y/N.

She was seated criss-cross on his bed, arms crossed over her chest. “Baby,”

He knew he should have kicked her out. He should have told her that this house was evil and that she needed to leave, but seeing her on the bed, all comforting and warm and soft… He broke.

Collapsing on the bed. A sobbing mess. Arms going around him, making him feel safe for the first time in days. 

This is what he needed. 

“I did something terrible,” he whispered, nuzzling his face into her neck.

“Did what?” her voice was calm and soothing, but he felt her urgently take his arm. He didn’t need to look, he already knew she was checking to see if he had cut too deep. 

“I haven’t hurt myself in a few weeks,” he mumbled. At one point, it had gotten so bad, that with every week he had gone without hurting himself, she would prepare him a mini celebration, usually baking for him or surprising him with a picnic date or something of the sort. 

“I know,” she said quietly, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of his head, “We’re almost to four weeks straight clean,” she brought a hand to the back of his head, stroking his hair, “I’m so proud of you, baby,” 

That made him cry harder, trying to get closer to her. Practically on top of her. Her arms went tightly around his waist, rubbing his back so he could let it all out. He opened his mouth, forcing the words out from the back of his throat, “I did something bad,” 

“Like what, darling? Talk to me,” she said sweetly, concern etched in her tone. 

You kiIIed fifteen classmates. Soon, sixteen.

“I-” he paused, processing what the voice told him. Soon sixteen. 

Soon sixteen?

“You have to go,” he scrambled off of her, feeling empty and suddenly cold. He hugged his body, tears still wetting his pale cheeks, “Now,”

Y/N sat up, confused, “Did I do something wrong?”

“Just… Just GET OUT!” he shouted at her, fingers tangling into his soft curls and tugging at them roughly, “Get OUT!”

“No,” she said simply, crossing her arms over her chest, “What kind of girlfriend would I be if I left you alone like this?” 

“I SAID GET OUT!” He screamed, and he felt it again. That same feeling he felt right before he stepped foot into his school. He opens up a drawer and pulls out a handgu.n, pointing it at her.

“What the hell?!” she gasped, scrambling to her feet, “Baby, put that down,”

“Get out get out get out!” his hand was shaking as he aimed the gu.n at her, “GET OUT!”

“Tate, baby, please,” she whispered, “I’m not leaving,”

Tate always thought she was perfect.

He always heard the phrase that nobody was perfect, but he was convinced that didn’t apply to Y/N L/N. The most loveliest girl he knew. The only light in his dark world. 

It was today he realized what her fatal flaw was. 

She was the unfortunate soul to fall in love with him.

“I… I can’t control it,” he sobbed, bottom lip between his teeth, “I… I can’t control it. You need to go,”

“It’s okay, baby,” she took a step towards him, holding her arms out. Her steps were careful, cautious, not wanting to set him off, “Put the gu.n down and we can talk about this.” 

“Why can’t you ever listen?! Get out get out get OUT!” he took the safety off the gu.n, panic flooding through him. “I can’t control it!”

She gently gripped his wrist, and it was like he was himself again. She lowered his arm, gun to his side. “My sweet boy, I love you so much,” releasing his wrist, she cupped his cheeks, “I’m going to help you, baby. We’re going to get through this, just tell me what happened.” 

He started to tear up again, resting his forehead against hers, “I’m a m-monster,”

“No you’re not. You’re the love of my life, that’s what you are,”

“S-Stop it,” he hated her. He hated how he loved her to bits. “You shouldn’t l-love me. Please leave.” h started to hiccup, finding it increasingly difficult to speak, “Before I hurt you,”

“You won’t hurt me, baby, I know you. You’re my angel, you would never-”

Do it now.

“NO!” he pushed away from her, raising the gu.n to his head. 

Y/N screamed, arms hugging his that was raised, “Tate, baby, please, no!” She used all her strength to keep the gu.n away from his temple. 

With a roar, he raised his hand, smacking her with the weapon. She gasped, falling over, hand cradling his wounded head.

“Stop it!” he yelled, making her jump in fear, “I won’t do it!” he attempted to raise the gu.n towards his temple again, but he couldn’t. He wasn’t allowed to.

The house won’t let him. 

Y/N wobbled back to her feet, “B-Baby, please don’t do this, I love you-” 

His hand slowly raised, gu.n pointing at her again. “Stop it stop it stop it!” He cried, attempting as hard as he could to do something about it but there was simply nothing he could do.

And to his horror, he raised the gu.n to her chest and shot. 

As soon as he pulled the trigger, his body was his own again, watching her crumble to the floor. “No!” he screamed, immediately dropping to his knees and bringing her into his arms. “Y/N? Can you hear me? Y/N!” he felt like he was hyperventilating, pressing his hand to her chest in an attempt to stop the bleeding. She was gurgiling, coughing up blood. “No no no you can’t die! I won’t let you die!” He let out a loud wail, knowing the bleeding isn’t stopping. He reached for his phone, the goddamn Zac Morris phone, ready to dial 911, when she stopped making sound, laying still. 

He paused, thumb hovering over the 9. His eyes went down to her lifeless eyes staring back at him, and he felt like his whole world was crashing down. 

“FUCK!” he screamed, cradling her against his chest, “No no no come back, you have to come back!” he cradled her like a baby, fingers running through her soft hair, “I was supposed to die, not you! Me! Me!” he held her tightly as he sobbed and he sobbed, his heart plummeting. Completely shattered. 

As Constance hummed to herself, unlocking the door of her beautiful home, she opened it with a bright smile. Her sweet boy Tate should be home from school by now. Something to look forward to after that argument with Larry.

And then she was being shoved out the way. SWAT, coming in to arrest her son. 

She shouted and pleaded at them to slow down and stop, to tell her what was going on, to let her talk to him, but it was no use.

As they marched up the stairs, Tate whimpered, pressing a soft kiss to his lover’s forehead then lips, before gripping the gu.n again. 

People say it’s unlikely for high school sweethearts to stay together.

To get married, have kids, grow old together.

It’s unlikely.

But they were different. 

She loved him, that was her flaw. And he loved her, that was his strength.

He decided, as he pulled the trigger, that they would be together forever.

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so how'd i do....?

[pb-dot]

This latest Adventuring Party really drove home my favorite aspect of Brennan's DMing style. He genuinely loves seeing his players succeed, even against odds he considered to be nigh insurmountable.

Let's take the Last Stand as an example. Now, Brennan made no secret out of the Last Stand encounter being very hard, and for people who do not play D&D it may even seem like he overhyped it, but from a mechanics standpoint, the CR, functionally the difficulty rating of this battle royale was sky-high. Yeah, none of the Bad Kids went down, but that is entirely thanks to a combination of excellent strategic play from the Intrepid Heroes and some choice luck.

To mention some of the game changer moves, the Scatter spell really re-defined the battlefield more favorably for the Bad Kids, the disguise self was a value proposition because it split the flying monsters, which was the greatest threat to the proctor by far, in two, functionally halving the threat to the squishy normie, not to mention dealing with the mega-mosquitos in combo with Spirit Guardians. Those little flying bastards would have been such a pain in the ass if Fig didn't bug zapper them to kingdom come. And the bless. Dear god, the Bless saved so many asses in this encounter.

This isn't to say magic was the only thing that defined the battlefield. The single-target damage dealers did some truly astounding numbers and managed their attention and abilities shockingly well. Yeah, Gorgug crit like a madman, but he also tanked like three or four non-barb PCs worth of effective HP damage without going down even once. If he had failed his saves and gotten eaten by the Purple Worm things would have gotten nasty for him, but again, the touch of luck (and bless) saw him through.

So, this is all to say that this was an encounter meant to kick the players' ass. Not an unwinnable one, evidently, but this was supposed to be a considerably worse experience even without getting into the non dice-roll exam questions. And how does Brennan react when the Intrepid Heroes put their game face all the way on, get really smart with their level 1 spell slots, and dismantle the whole thing? He's overjoyed, he's cheering for his strange adventure children, and we're cheering with him because frankly it's rad as hell.

This illustrates one nuance I feel sometimes gets glossed over about the DM-player relationship. A lot of people have talked about how Junior Year is the "Revenge of Brennan" or what have you, and I feel that kind of misses the central appeal of DMing and Brennan's style in D20 in particular. Yes, Mr Mulligan enjoys playing the heel on occasion. It's good fun to play the personification of everything going wrong and the inherent shittiness of the world, but like the wrestler heels, all that wicked charisma is meant to do one thing, and that is build up the faces, or the players in this case.

Now, the ghost of Gary Gygax may come after me for this, but I firmly believe it's not the DMs job to kill the player characters, or even to inconvenience or torment them. A good DM's job is to make it seem like they're going to kill the player characters, as to provide an environment for the players to succeed, a challenge for them to overcome. It's all one big improv exercise (or kink scene if you prefer to view it that way), where the DM derives their (near)absolute authority over the world the PCs inhabit from the shared understanding that they're going to show the players a spectacular, if not on occasion harrowing, time.

This is Brennan's biggest strength as a DM I think. He genuinely wants to make a spectacular time for his friends, and he understands that to do that he must on occasion be the monster they oppose, and on occasion he must be their breathless cheerleader. On occasion, one imagines, he must also be both.

[moonselune]

Hello! Could I request a fic or some headcanons with Karlach x a Chubby/Plus Sized Tav? What they’re about are up to you. If not, totally okay!! Thank you and have a nice day/night! :D

yes yes yes

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Karlach x plus!reader | Drive me wild

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The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the campsite as everyone settled in for the evening. You had decided to wear something new tonight, a bit more revealing than your usual attire. The fabric hugged your curves in a way that made you feel both nervous and confident. You caught Karlach’s eye as you walked over to her, and her reaction was immediate and intense.

Karlach’s eyes widened, and she let out a low whistle. “Wow,” she said, her voice filled with admiration. “You look absolutely stunning.”

You felt your cheeks heat up under her gaze. “You really think so?”

“Are you kidding?” she replied, stepping closer to you. “I love having so much of you to love. Your curves, by the nine hells, babe, they drive me wild.”

Her hands found their way to your hips, squeezing gently as she admired the way the outfit clung to your body. You could see the intensity in her eyes, and it made your heart race. But then, she suddenly stepped back, a look of panic crossing her face.

“I need to cool off,” Karlach said, her voice breathless. “Like, right now.”

You laughed, thinking she was joking. “Oh, come on. It’s not that bad.”

But before you could say anything else, Karlach sprinted towards the river, her footsteps heavy and determined. You watched in shock as she catapulted herself into the water, creating a huge splash. When she surfaced, a cloud of steam rose around her, making it clear that she hadn’t been exaggerating.

You rushed over to the riverbank, still in disbelief. “Karlach, are you okay?”

She emerged from the water, shaking her head like a wet dog, droplets flying everywhere. “I’m better now,” she said with a grin, her fiery demeanor slightly subdued by the cooling effect of the river. “But seriously, you’ve got to warn a girl before you come out looking like that.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, the sound mingling with the gentle rush of the river. “I didn’t think it would have that kind of effect on you.”

Karlach climbed out of the water, her clothes clinging to her muscular frame. She walked over to you, still dripping wet, and pulled you into a tight embrace. “Believe me, it does,” she murmured into your ear. “You’re absolutely irresistible.”

You felt a shiver run down your spine at her words, your own body reacting to her nearness. “I guess I’ll have to wear this more often then,” you teased.

Karlach’s hands roamed over your back, her touch sending sparks of electricity through your skin. “Please do,” she said, her voice husky with desire. “Just be prepared for me to need a lot of swims in the river.”

You laughed again, the sound filled with joy and contentment. Karlach’s love and admiration for you were clear in every touch, every word. She made you feel cherished and adored, and you couldn’t ask for anything more.

As the evening wore on, you sat together by the fire, Karlach’s arm wrapped around you, her fingers tracing patterns on your skin. The warmth of the flames mirrored the warmth in your heart, and you knew that with Karlach by your side, you could face anything.

Her playful spirit and deep affection made every moment special, and as you leaned into her, you felt a profound sense of happiness and peace. No matter what challenges lay ahead, you knew that together, you could conquer them all.

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Hehehehe I loved this so much it was so fun and Karlach is so lovely, hope you guys loved this ! - Seluney xox

[cyborg-franky]

I read that you don’t do stories with kids. But I was just wondering if you do one if they were just turned into a child. Like Toshi Toshi no Mi has the power to alter the ages of people. Example “Like if WB or Marco was turned into a child but they were still adults on the inside and how the crew would react.” It’s fine if it’s a no I just wanted to ask. Thank you.

Oooh these are fun. I can have a good time with these : D

Marco

He’d been around longer than most of the crew so seeing a tiny little pineapple with fluffy hair and wide-open eyes caused many different reactions.

Ace can’t stop laughing at how silly he looks and how high-pitched his yoi’s come out. His clothes are so big and baggy on him like he’d stolen from a much bigger person.

Thatch can’t stop laughing either and just calls him little guy and baby bird alot which causes Marco to huff and stomp around the deck irritated.

Pop’s thinks it’s cute, he remembers when Marco was a young boy. Izou met Marco when they were both young so it doesn’t really phase him.

Everyone is either shocked or highly amused at him.

However, Marco is still the ships doctor and must carry on his duties until the effects wear off.

It’s surreal seeing Marco needing a pile of cushions to sit at his desk. It’s an incredibly bizarre scenario to have to talk to someone who looks like a child about medical issues.

Marco doesn’t like being in this form and his normally cool and calm attitude is challenged with some of the crews reactions.

The nurses adore him though.

Kid

Well, his arms back at least? Everyone just stares at this small spikey-haired kid whos screaming and yelling at the top of his lungs, already pissed off that everyone is gawking at him.

“What are you fuckin’ idiots lookin’ at?” He snaps, stamping his feet on the deck, hands on his hips as he narrows his eyes. It looks so silly seeing his enraged brat in an oversized coat as he starts to throw punches at the legs of his crew.

Killer feels his small fists against his leg, sighs, and just picks him up. Letting Kid get a piggyback ride because he likes to be up high. 

Kid is furious about the change and even uses his skills with metalwork to make himself big shoes to walk in, hating feeling so emasculated. 

He’s still loud as all hell and his crew is smart enough to hide laughter and amusement behind their hands.

“If any of you tell that shitty doctor or straw hat about this, it’ll be the last thing you do,” though it was hard to take a threat from a 6-year-old very seriously.

Zoro

He couldn’t give a fuck if he was turned into a kid, he knew it would wear off in time so he just shrugged his shoulders. 

Until Sanji said something, going for the kill [and by kill I mean he smacks at Sanji’s ankles or bites his legs] 

Everyone either sighed, laughing, or just stood in pure bewilderment at Sanji screaming and shaking his leg as hard as he could while a small Zoro held onto his leg by his teeth for dear life.

Nami is the second biggest problem to Zoro’s current predicament though. Every time he tries to drink booze she slaps it off the table or out of his hand [typical orange cat behavior] and starts to wave her finger in his face telling him he’s too young to drink.

Luffy tries to play with Zoro like he’s actually a kid, swinging him around and yelling happily.

Buggy

Ever seen a grown man have a total breakdown? I mean, if you know Buggy that’s probably daily.

He’s small and he’s flapping his arms and screaming but everyone is just crouched down and looking at their beloved captain in complete awe. He’s so adorable, everyone who tries to pick him up either gets a foot or a fist square in their face as he hisses and curses.

Galdino and Alvida sigh, they look like single moms who just got back from the school run as they drag Buggy away from everyone. They already felt like a babysitter and they didn't need it to be literally.

All his crew are completely besotted with how adorable their captain looks as a kid. Buggy half loves the attention and half wishes everyone would take a long walk off a short plank. 

It’s not like people take him super seriously anyway but he didn’t need to have people trying to pinch his cheeks.

If Shanks finds out about this Buggy will never hear the end of it. Maybe Alvida snuck a few photos for some blackmail at a later date when Buggy was being his unreasonable self.