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supernova41st · 3 months ago

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Can I request tf2 mercs with a reader who is genuinely terrifying. Like there quiet, sneaky, uncanny, basically reader is kinda like the mercs very own cryptid. (Bonus points if reader is tall af<3)

Boo 🤍

A/n: Spy’s is a little short here 😣 I hope you weren’t too eager to see his lol. I got a little experimental with this one, not too much tho. Also I’ll be going on another break, I know I just finished one but I’m going through an unexpected rough time rn. So sorry guys, hope you enjoy <33

Warnings: Video used may be a spoiler for s2 of scream queens, Praying is used in a humorous light

To start things off, you introduced yourself in the worst way possible. The bus that you were supposed to take got broken down so you had to find your way through the base without knowing where the entrance was. So what’d you do? Bang into a bunch of glass windows at 3am while it was RAINING. Some of the mercs were up trying to fix up the power generator and..

I saved that clip for weeks I’m so happy I have a reason to use it now

I know they’re all supposed to be big bad mercs but you scared the living FUCK out of them.

Scout

This man went running. He went all the way from the generator to the fucking bunks in the span of a minute! So what’d he do when he got to his room? He grabbed his cross necklace, got on his knees, and started PRAYING.

“Please god Jesus frickin’ Christ hear my prayers, save me-I’m sorry about all those magazines I keep under my bunk and I’m sorry that I told spy to go fuck himself when he told me I couldn’t pull bitches and I’m sorry I call girls bitches please just don’t let me friggin’ die dude!!”

He just kept chanting the same things until Miss Pauling found him cradling himself on his bed with a blanket wrapped around him.

“Scout what are you doing?”

“THERE IS A GHOST IN THE BASE.”

“Oh, you mean y/n?”

‘Hi 👁️‍🗨️👁️‍🗨️’

Yea he was pretty freaked out by you. To make it worse, you always just stare at him. He can’t remember a single moment where he looked at you and didn’t catch your tiny pupils locked onto him.

At first he’d just gently wave awkwardly while you did the same so freakishly. Eventually he decided to say something because it was scaring him, something he’ll never admit

“Yo you got a problem or somethin’, what’s with all the stares?”

“Nothing, I just like looking at you. Your structure pleases me.”

“..oh, well that’s actually-wait I thought-hold on do you really-pfft-Yeesh, I didn’t expect you out of everyone to haha.. Yknow”

Yeah he was blushing like crazy, such a straightforward compliment.

He’s still scared of you, but he uses you as his hype man every now and then. He’ll fish for compliments and WILL receive them

“Dontcha think I got some nice racks for a guy?”

“..Totally”

He could literally walk up to you and threaten to kill you and your reaction is just “yuh go for it”

If you’re freakishly tall then he calls you tree. Cuz

If you’re on the shorter side then he would just pick you up from the shoulders and kiss you on the forehead. He knows you won’t do shit, you’re literally just 🧍‍♀️

(gotg reference)

“I am hideous? :(“

“You kiddin’? You’re horrifying to look at”

Engineer

He didn’t even notice everyone else went running, he just kept on working on the electrical box. So when he stood up and saw you staring straight into the glass, he jumped a little but was mostly just confused

“What in the..”

“tap tap-Can you let me in?”

You’re lucky he didn’t go running like everyone else, you probably would’ve died from the flu if you spent another second outside in the freezing rain.

He puts a bell on you. He just had one laying around and tied it around the your wrist, it didn’t work because of how stiff your movements were so to ‘help’ you rang it against his ear.

“..”

“…..🔔🔔🔔🔔”

“GOD DAMN IT- oh, y/n”

“Sorry, the bell wasn’t ringing how you wanted it to so I rang it myself”

“Uh-huh, thanks for the warning partner”

From my experience southern people love to make conversation, but you aren’t really familiar with that. So when he tries to flirt it gets pretty awkward

“How’s it goin’ sugar, I reckon your looking quite nice today”

“👁️‍🗨️👁️‍🗨️”

“..you gonna say anythin’ back?”

“Oh, um.. I like your face.”

“Woah, alright then.”

He feels so embarrassed when he stands next to your tall ass, it makes him feel belittled. Especially when you actively have to look down just to make eye contact

But if you’re short then he loves it. Finally for once he doesn’t have to be reminded of his height when standing next to anyone.

Spy

He’s gone as soon as you show up. Like straight up disappears. He doesn’t like to show fear-makes him look weak

He’s convinced you could still see him though, cuz you happen to look in his direction even while he was invisible.

You don’t scare him as much as the others, if anything he took a bit of a liking to you because you stressed him out the least compared to the others. He always stood next to you + you were always his first pick for missions

You always make small talk with him. He doesn’t enjoy it but he still responds

“What is under your mask?”

“That is none of your business.”

“Why? Do you look like me?”

Spy doesn’t know if he should feel offended or annoyed

You don’t necessarily startle him like everyone else but you do make his heart jump slightly when you pop out of nowhere, you can see it in his pupils but never his body.

Pyro

HE RAN TOO BUT DIDN’T KNOW WHY LMFAO

He just saw everyone running and went ‘oh okay we’re doing this now 🏃‍♂️’

But seriously, he fell in love with you at first sight. Your features felt so intricate to him, you always gave each other blank stares, zoning into each other’s eyes.

‘⚫️ ⚫️’

“👁️‍🗨️👁️‍🗨️ hi”

“⚫️ ⚫️ mmf”

You’re the only person who can fully understand him. No, not using his body language, you can actually tell what he’s saying. He aw’s at that, finally someone knows what he’s saying.

It makes him more self aware than how he was before, he’ll say some really petty shit and when you react he panics

“Mmph mmm”

“um pyro I need you to calm yourself”

“Mm!”

Somehow you disturb HIM, you’ll point something out to him and talk to him like he’s crazy which makes him crazy

“Pyro, you reek of fire, it’s 30° outside, and it’s a cease day. Do you have any thoughts?”

“Mmmf mmm mph ☹️”

*plz leave me alone

Since you and him are so observant, the rest of the mercs are a little spooked by you guys. You’ll be in the corner with him watching and everyone is fairly weirded out.

“Mm mmmfmm mm”

“Pyro you’re hilarious.”

“What did thing say?”

“He said that if you were a littlest pet shop figure you’d be #508”

“..heavy is not sure what he expected”

#tf2 #tf2 x reader #team fortress 2 #engineer x reader #scout x reader #spy x reader #x reader

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tastesousweet · 1 year ago

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⭒ the girl with the tattoo (ii) - pt 1 here!!

matt sturniolo x fem!oc / reader

summary : matt is still a grumpy ass but y/n can't seem to get him off of her mind.

warnings : idk uhhh matt’s rude but in a love hate kinda way 😋! also alcohol/drinking (i headcannon everyone 21+!)

mickey speaks : shes finally hereeeee and shes kinda long. im hoping to post more consistently!! luv u guys enjoy <3 ignore the fact that the pic above has a yt girl in it this story is for everyone i promise !!!! i just liked the little green vibe ok? ok.

THIS IS PART TWO GO READ PART ONE FIRST DUH!!!!

AND of course you see matt again.

only a month ago, you were introduced and forced to spend an hour of your time in close proximity to him, no matter his disinterest. yet, also, only a month ago, were you gifted with the cutest tiny tattoo that continues to surprise you a little whenever you lift your shirt before a warm shower.

it hasn’t bothered you nearly as much as you'd assumed - only disrupting your life with the caution you now take to avoid irritating the skin at your lower stomach. though some nights you grow lazy, you’ve maintained a very disciplined attitude of incorporating time in your morning and nightly rituals to ensure the tiny hello kitty inked on you is properly cared for.

contrary, your interactions with matt bothered you far more than you assumed. your sub-concious must've held onto your attempts to break past his careless attitude (that greatly opposed your own people-pleasing nature) just to pettily haunt you. but you've you forced yourself to get over it at this point. you just had to after one night, the week following your tattoo appointment (and after a long day of rude professors and pretentious customers blaming you for their own mistakes), you broke down to andrea:

you sniffle before your voice breaks again, "everyone's just mean. and- and i was so fucking annoying last saturday. it keeps playing over in my head. i'm so embarrassed and i just know he hated me, but i dont know why?! i thought i was nice enough. he could've just smiled or maybe just- i-"

andrea pauses from petting your head, "honey, you're not still talking about the guy who tatted you, right?" you look up at her from your head's soft spot in her lap with glossy eyes and a quivering lip.

"dre-" you choke.

"oh my god! no! y/n, you can't take shit like that personal. not everyone enjoys talking or happiness for that matter, you can't hold on to something like that. i promise he's not too hung up on it himself." she wipes away one of your pitiful tears.

and here he is, standing across the room from you at a party.

you definitely did not expect to see matt (who’s mild attitude was clearly fueled by socializing) in this scene but you guess that la parties are just like that. as long as you know someone who knows someone you’re easily in, that's how you tend to get into these events at least. though an insta stalk would tell you matt has enough clout to get himself in, he and his brothers have built quite the brand for themselves among la socialites.

once your eyes spot him over the shoulder of some guy who just introduced himself to you, they can’t seem to move. you watch as matt smiles for a photo with a few others. matt. smiles. okay, so maybe it was a you problem. he doesn’t hate everyone maybe just you.

though, your thoughts are denied as quickly as his face drops. he doesn’t even care to look at how the image may have turned out like the rest of the group. instead, his eyes opt to watching the people around him as he sips his weak drink.

great, now you’ve become the weirdo watching him watch other people.

until his eyes catch your cautious yet curious stare from across the room. your cheeks heat and you’re immediately shifting your eyes back to the man in front of you.

matt almost smirks at his luck. no fucking way the scared sweetheart he’d tattooed just a few weeks ago is here. he looks away when someone lays a hand on his shoulder to bring him back into the conversation. you're surprised that he continues to look back over to you after adding his input.

the guy finally acknowledges your disengagement with the story about his new motorcycle and turns to see what exactly you’re staring at. he sees matt and turns back to you, “you know him?”

“yeah. well not like know-know we only met once, he gave me a tattoo.”

“oh, cool,” he looks back over to matt and turns back to you once again, “is he bothering you?”

your face scrunches initially, “no, it’s fine.” you smile at him, not wanting to give him the impression that matt did anything but exist (which apparently is enough to capture your attention).

“good. wanna go grab another drink and tell me more about this tattoo?” a charming smile morphs on face and you nod your head easily, taking his hand and leading him towards the bar outside of this large home. and away from matt.

“two-” you look over to the man beside you, “wait is this an open bar?” you ask him genuinely and he laughs a little at your aloofness.

“yeah,” he nods.

“perfect, we’ll take two kamikaze shots pretty please!” you smile at the bartender who seems to be enjoying her night quite a bit and squeeze his hand when you realize it’s still in your own. he looks down at your attached hands then back to you.

you turn your body to face him more directly and lean up to his ear, cupping your hand and whispering, “i’m so sorry, i think i forgot your name.” you were starting to feel bad and just had to confess.

you lean back and bite your lip to hide an awkward smile, and he somehow smiles harder than he already was, “it’s-”

“ashton!” you hear a voice yell hurriedly and now some dark haired guy is pulling him away from you and repeatedly saying “code red!” in his face. and suddenly, without any indication he’d enjoyed your short lived time together, he’s gone.

you try not to sulk but he was an attractive guy with easy conversation, so you at least hoped to get his number by the end of the night.

instead, you’re left leaning against the bar hoping those shots come around soon. you decide to update your friends on your night:

Y/N

cute guy lefttttt :(

REMI

noooooo he was so cute 😫

Y/N

don’t remind me

ANDREA

where r you now???

Y/N

outside bar, im waiting on shots

Y/N

come find me💔💔

your head shoots up from your phone when three guys practically ram themselves into the bar near you, a few people around them laughing obnoxiously.

"god damnit, chris! we said we were going slowly!"

"shhhh. you are so loud, matt!"

“excuse me, can we get some water? none of the sparkles or bubbles and shit, just water, please.”

“next time i'm speaking for myself! what if i wanted the bubbles?”

you lean your head a little to get a full view of the three recognizable faces. chris, with his arms dangled over his two brothers’ shoulders clearly obliterated and slurring his words (but excited to be there nonetheless). a blonde one, you haven’t gotten the chance to meet yet, with two nose piercings and a commanding voice. and matt, with his signature pout, even poutier now that chris’ weight is causing him to hunch over slightly. you guess you were bound to run into them.

you wonder if andrea was right in saying matt hadn’t held onto your exchange. you wonder if when he saw you earlier he remembered you for your friendly smile rather than your annoying nagging. or did he even remember you at all? did he only look at you because you were staring him down first? okay, where the fuck are those shots?!

“no way!" you hear chris’ voice screech upon recognizing you from across the bar, "y/n!?”

you look over and see him shockingly excited to see your face again. you smile in an attempt to not allow your nerves about matt get to you. you are never one to deny a conversation after all.

“oh my god! hi!” you reply as chris unwraps himself from his brothers and moves closer to you.

“how’s your tat treatin’ you?” his eyes express so much excitement he reminds you of a little kid. you’re very flattered to see someone feel so much emotion due to your mere presence.

“oh, it’s still so cute, no regrets so far. i love it.” you smile and he nods while you’re speaking.

he turns around and sees his brothers and a few friends remaining in the other side of the bar talking amongst themselves. “yo, get the fuck over here! why are you guys so far?” he encourages them with a hand wave.

you wave as well, trying not to be a total stranger- even if you are.

the blonde guy leads them over and hands chris a glass of water that must’ve been waiting on him.

“cheers,” chris smirks and takes a sip before a disgusted look takes over his face, “gross. my god! why do they make this shit so bland?”

the blonde boy rolls his eyes in amusement, mumbling, "just drink it," before approaching you kindly. "hey, i’m nick by the way."

“y/n, nice to meet you! i met chris and matt when i got my tattoo done at your shop a while ago.” you explain kindly.

before nick can get another word in a female voice is squealing, “you’re y/n?! hi, i’m asha, i don't know if your remember but we talked on the phone that one time!” a tanned girl with soft cheeks and dark loose curls moves herself in front of the boys.

“of course i remember, how could i forget that insane frog story? it's so nice seeing you in person finally!” you gush.

suddenly chris is beaming, “aww wait guys this is so cute! i’m feeling like we should all hug!” he nods to his brothers who are quick to shake their heads no.

“i don’t think..” nick starts.

“nooo! let’s hug!” chris argues and opens his arms wide gesturing for everyone to hug him.

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after sharing a very drunk and messy group hug you all continue to talk until chris finally blurts, "i gotta go pee so bad guys, " he laughs, "but i need people with me because if i walk in on someone puking, then what? i'll die from my severe" (its not severe at all) "emetophobia and no one will ever know?"

you and asha (who you've found is actually so similar to you) both laugh at his crisis.

matt just breathes a laugh.

"chris, there’s no reason to go further with the fear factor when no one said they wouldn't come with you. i’m coming, so you're not gonna die, let's go." nick shakes his head.

“you don’t understand, nick i would be dead and covered in- i can’t even say it, dude,” chris’ voice fades as they walk away.

"wait, i'll walk with you guys inside! 'm... getting cold out here!" asha suddenly says removing herself from your side and waving goodbye with a drunk smile.

"it's not cold at all, she's trippin'" matt speaks watching her run and practically jump onto nick, causing the three laugh while leaving the crowded yard.

you just shrug and lean onto the bar again, making eye contact with the bartender who looks as if she only just remembered your existence but also seems to mentally question where the other guy went and how you managed to replace him that quickly.

"are you always so nice about everything?" matt questions, leaning his forearms on the bar, still looking at you.

"what?" you look over to him now, feeling almost sick at his proximity.

he mocks you with a high tone in his voice, "'it's soooo nice to meet you! it's soooo nice seeing you!' it sounds exhausting, to be honest."

"didn't realize having manners got you jail time," you breathe.

"and i never said it did."

"well, i don't have to be nice to you if it bothers you so much," you shrug.

"aw, sunshine, you'd do that for me? you're too sweet." he almost laughs at his own sarcastic comment.

you lick your bottom lip out of habit, "why are you still here? don't you have friends you should be ignoring?" you hope he can't tell just how frustrated he's making you.

“you must think you know me.”

“i know you don’t like me.”

“wrong, again.” he smiles and points his finger at you.

“oh, you just don’t like anyone then?”

he glances away before responding, “what's the fun in telling you?”

you huff in defeat, wanting nothing more than those shots right now. though your subconcious hopes the bartender continues to prioritize her flirting customers over you just so you can continue this addicting back and forth with matt.

"you know, that’s the thing with people like you. you think everyone owes you everything." he shakes his head.

"people like me?” you scoff under your breath, “matt, why are you still here?"

he can pick out the offense in your tone, "oh shit, that was true? i was fucking with you, sunny!"

"you don't know anything about me," you laugh and shake your head.

"alright there are those kamikaze shots for you! so sorry about that major delay, honey!" the bartender sets the shots in front of the both of you and smiles at you apologetically.

"don't worry about it, thank you!" you hand her a spare five dollar bill from your back pocket.

when she's gone you finally notice matt's widened eyes.

"what's up with your face, now?"

"you gave her a tip for pouring you some rankydank, fuckin' low level shots after you've waited long enough for her to apologize?" he seems genuinely shocked.

"she only makes money off of tips," you roll your eyes, picking the shot up and gesturing towards the second shot for him to take.

"that's all you," he raises his hands towards his chest.

"oh my god, do it, matt."

he shakes his head and points to you, "you take your shot, sweetheart."

"i knew you wouldn't, pussy," you say under your breath before smirking as you down the alcohol you've been craving since you first saw his face.

upon your insult matt is immediately taking the shot along side you. and just as both of your faces adjust to the taste, matt's phone begins to vibrate.

he grabs it and you attempt to hide your own curiosity by asking the bartender for a lime to suck on (not daring to ask for alcohol again because you simply don't want to be hung up at this bar for any longer).

"yeah, yeah still here," matt plays with his bottom lip and looks down at you with your mouth full of lime. he thinks you look pretty adorable, especially under the blush pink fairy lights hanging above the bar. "'kay, i'll be quick. alright, nick. i will. bye."

he puts his phone away and wipes his mouth, "that shit was fucking vile, by the way."

"okay, drama queen."

"mhm," his face falters back into his usual pout, "well i gotta go, but, um, nick wanted me to invite you to this get together thing we host at the warehouse, it's in like a month but, you know, come if you want." he shrugs.

"tell him of course i will, but only because he asked." you smile sarcastically.

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ANDREA - 12:39 AM

y/n where are you we are both so confused rn help

ANDREA - 12:45 AM

hellooo????

ANDREA - 12:47 AM

GIRL WE'RE OUTSIDE AND WE DONT SEE YOU TF

Y/N - 1:06 AM

WHERE ARE U GUYS RN I JSUT SAW TATTOO GUY AGASSN IM LOSUNG MY MIND JUST A LUTTLE BIT

Y/N - 1:06 AM

I WAS AT THE OTHER OITSIDE BAR IN THE FRONT(?) YARD!!!!! but its ok im gonba find u guys

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a few days later matt comes across your instagram story, forgetting he had followed you in the first place. it was a picture of you and your friends from the same night he had seen you again. it's a simple mirror photo where you're all smiling but besides your soft skin and cute outfit, matt's attention focuses on frank ocean's pyramids playing over the story.

you see the notification later that day when you finally get time on your phone:

matthew.sturniolo liked your story

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#SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets fan fiction #sturniolo triplets smut #sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo x you #matt sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo fanfic #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #tattoo matt n yn

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writingdisposal · 11 months ago

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Very very minor spoiler warning

I'll be talking/simping about Vox's appearance in the latest episode.

My guy is so fucking hot. It's not even funny anymore. I mean, look at this slut's waist!

And the rolled up sleeves, oh my god. I'm such a sucker for the 'rolled up sleeves' look and Vox pulls it off perfectly. The things I would let this loser do to me, I fucking swear.

I can just imagine how desperate little (Y/n) feels and they beg and beg for at least a little bit of pleasure. Pretty please? Vox takes off his coat and rolls up his sleeves, a very suave smirk on his lips, before grabbing your waist and making out with you. Groaning into your mouth, he tells you how he loves that body of yours, how perfectly you fit in his hands. His strong arms lift you off the ground to quickly put you on any sturdy surface, just any. He doesn't wanna waste another second. Vox only wants to devour you and make you lose all your senses, fuck you so good you won't remember anything other than his name.

And you just know how good this man is. His words are sweeter than honey. He will dirty talk so confidently, it'll leave you breathless and wanting for more. He softly touches your hand. "Come on sweetheart," he says, moving his hand slowly further up your arm, stopping just before your shoulder and giving it a tiny squeeze, "we both know what that body of yours really craves right now." A firm tug follows and he leads you straight to the bedroom.

When he is the submissive one however! He is sooo pathetic. Its actually kind of hilarious how the almighty CEO of VoxTech loses his cool and blabbers on and on about how much he needs to feel you. "Jus' a kiss, baby," he whispers in your ear, holding onto your shoulders, "Please, just one kiss and I'll be good, I swear." He is such a loser and I love him so much.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin vox #hazbin vox x reader smut #hazbin smut

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lewkwoodnco · 11 months ago

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I got options, babe - Lockwood x Reader

“It’s a snow globe.”

In a miraculous moment of clarity, she realised what George was violently trying to communicate to her from behind Lockwood: play dumb.

”What’s a snow globe?”

George was positively beside himself.

a/n: the people have spoken so here is part 2 to buy me presents! am so sad i fell a little sick during the hols, threw a terrible wrench in my 12 days of fics plans for last year but i'm alr planning ahead for this year :))) yes its xmas themed but the vibes are close enough to valentines so shush. if i was in the l&co universe i would pay good money to see someone tell george to live laugh love, and i would tip extra if it was lockwood hehe. also I tagged a few extra ppl who seemed interested in a sequel!

warnings/tropes: lockwood x glassmith!reader, mostly fluffy, only a smidge of angst towards the end, clueless lockwood my beloved <3

word count: 2.6k!

buy me presents (pt 1)

TAGLIST | MASTERLIST

When Lockwood had shaken George awake plenty of hours before, it had taken a while for George's brain to catch up to what was happening. By the time it did, he was worriedly watching Lockwood animatedly talking to one of the shop assistants from a nearby telephone booth.

"No idea what it is, or why..." he was telling Lucy. Lockwood was looking around for him. George nervously shifted behind one of the bars of the booth.

"Maybe he's just blowing off some steam?"

Lockwood was now wearing an aggressively tinseled Santa hat while wielding an identical one. George had a pretty good idea who that was for.

"Er, maybe. But perhaps you should come home too. Just in case."

Lockwood had finally spotted George and was frantically waving him over. George did not like the way the Christmas lights were reflecting in Lockwood's eyes.

"For the love of God, Luce, please come home. You can't leave with me...this."

With a bone-deep sigh, George regretfully hung up and emerged from the telephone booth, smiling weakly at Lockwood.

He was more than grateful for his presence of mind earlier, once they had reached Portland Row. Lucy walked in just minutes after Lockwood's unpleasant realisation about Nicholas and guffawed at the sight of the tiny tsunami of gifts.

"Brilliant," George said. "Your turn." He handed Lucy one of the last presents he had been holding and disappeared into the kitchen. She turned towards Lockwood incredulously, who was indignantly standing in front of the sea of presents with his hands on his hips. She raised her eyebrows.

"Oh, okay, I see how it is. I buy a few gi-"

"In what WORLD is this few-"

"- few gifts, and suddenly I'm the bad guy. It's Christmas, but I'm feeling a lot of negativity pent up here."

"Now you're just deflecting." Lucy rolled her eyes as Lockwood started fishing out some receipts from his pockets.

"Can't a guy spend...uh...three-oh. Oh. That's a lot of zeroes."

"Lockwood. How much did you spend?"

"...suddenly, I don't think I know any numbers past ten."

"Lockwood!"

"I couldn't figure out the installment plans! That's Y/N's job!"

George returned to the front door corridor and started picking up some boxes at random and shaking them experimentally.

"Yeah, a fine job you've left her to sort out your debts! No more shopping till Easter. And George, if you don't steal his wallet, I will."

He held up the present he was holding to Lockwood. "Listen, I don't think Y/N's going to want all of these, so how about I -"

"Absolutely not."

George made a rather rude gesture and disappeared back into the kitchen. Lockwood bent over to start clearing a path through the presents to the stairs.

"How was I supposed to know she was only kidding?"

"You know what her sense of humour's like. George and I would have picked up on it in a second."

A very unhappy Lockwood straightened out from under the avalanche of presents.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

A little before lunch, Lockwood knocked on the attic door. It was ajar, and she was reading in a contorted position, all twisted up with a blanket on her rug in the one patch of sunlight in the room, leaning against her bed. She nearly tipped over when Lockwood poked his head in, but caught herself in time.

"Hey."

They stared at each other for a moment. It was the first time they had been alone since the morning's happenings, and it didn't feel as easy to laugh about it all when it was just them. Because the truth was, she didn't find it all that funny. Confusing, yes. Stressful, perhaps. But it wasn't that funny when all the emotions felt excruciatingly true. She closed her book, and Lockwood took another step in, leaning against the bannister.

"I'm sorry about the whole Nicholas thing. I was having a laugh, that's all. I never wanted to make you seem...foolish."

"I don't even remember Nicholas. I mean, that guy."

"Lockwood."

"Who's Loc- I mean, Nicholas? I'm Lockwood."

"Yes, I know."

"And I don't feel foolish. Do you think I'm foolish?"

She smiled at him with rheumy eyes, and his face twisted strangely like he was suppressing his own smile. His eyes drifted to the book in her lap, and the blanket swaddling her face.

"Er, reading?"

"Trying to. The sun's making me feel so sleepy."

"Then move out of the sun. Or take a nap."

She glared at him, scoffing incomprehensibly. "T-take a nap? What am I, 5? And we barely get any sun as it is, I'm trying to thaw my insides."

"Can you even breathe in that?"

She took a wheezing breath. "...yes."

Still, Lockwood sat down next to her, and after a bit of scuffling, she was tipped slightly to her side, leaning against him slightly. She was starting to regret using such a thick blanket through which she barely felt his shoulder. He picked up the book and opened it to the pages her finger was stuck between, and started reading. She closed her eyes and listened. It was some dream to be sitting next to him, without the usual inches between, to hear his honeyed voice ebb and flow, to watch his fingers smooth the pages and fiddle with the edges.

It was mildly disconcerting to hear the shape of his voice take on such a poetic form as if they were in some parallel universe. As if they were in some parallel universe where falling in love was easier than falling asleep.

A few hours later, she woke up on her bed with a jolt, writhing uncomfortably in her blanket. Once she had managed to peel herself out of it, the embarrassment of having fallen asleep on him sunk in. She needed something to take her mind off it and eventually decided to tinker in her workshop. Down in the basement, she had a small makeshift workshop set up for the occasional tinkering or fiddling with some spare parts. It helped her mind relax when her hands had something to do.

She spent a very peaceful hour regluing some tiny diamonds that had fallen off an old watch. That was, until a door banged open from somewhere else in the house, followed by frantic voices. She looked up in alarm as the footsteps drew closer, blinking owlishly behind her magnifying eyeglasses. Her door swung open and Lockwood walked in, closely followed by a barely suppressed silent, but very agitated, George.

“Y/N, look what I found in George’s suitcase.”

Between the panicked sirens blaring in her head and George’s epileptic hand gestures, it was a miracle she was able to process all those words in the right order.

“…oh?”

A frozen smile sat on her face as her eyes nervously darted between the boys’ faces.

“It’s a snow globe.”

In a miraculous moment of clarity, she realised what George was violently trying to communicate to her: play dumb.

”What’s a snow globe?”

George was positively beside himself.

Lockwood, on the other hand, looked alarmed and touchingly concerned.

“You...you don’t know what a snow globe is? Do they not have snow globes where you’re from?”

“Did you just ask me if they have snow globes…in Hackney?”

He looked slightly miffed, but she couldn’t stay annoyed for long with his foolishly good-natured intentions.

“Look, Lockwood, I’m a little busy here. Is there something I can help you with?”

“I just…wanted to see if you knew anything about this.” He turns it over in his hand, and even with the shelter of anonymity, she finds herself desperately seeking the approval in his eyes that she had been hoping for. “It’s...it's beautiful. When I first saw it, I thought…” He looks up from the snow globe at her, where she’s holding her breath, and she’s distantly aware of how suspiciously invested she must seem in his answer.

“I thought it had to be you.”

She has his answer, but she still hasn’t let go of that breath, as if keeping at bay all the emotions and hope that will come rushing in with her exhale. He watches her face, and she’s too scared to even twitch. Too scared to come right out and say everything the snow globe meant.

“You thought wrong."

George’s seizure-like convulsions returned with a new vigour. Lockwood continues standing there for another minute, and it makes her think he hasn’t heard her until he regretfully bows his head.

“I suppose. Well, I hope your work won’t keep you long. We'll be having tea soon. Let’s- good God, George, are you having a fit?!”

After their Christmas Eve tea, they exchanged presents, and to call it an awkward affair would have been an understatement. She passed Lockwood the pair of snowman socks. George grudgingly passed him the snow globe. The absurdity of the gifts and their donors made the four of them pause for a moment.

Finally, Lucy broke the quiet by handing out her gifts: mugs with pictures of Inspector Barnes accompanied with cheesy quotes. George's was 'live, laugh, love.' Lockwood's was 'keep calm and carry on.' But everyone was still looking far too solemn, so she nearly had an aneurysm holding back her laughter.

After they all retired to their rooms, she retreated into her chilly workshop. But instead of continuing with her work, she just sat at her desk, brooding a little. A few minutes later, there was a knock on her door as a rather breathless and pink-faced Lockwood poked his head in.

"Still working?"

She shook her head. "What are you doing?"

"Returning the presents." He turned to step out but hesitated. "Are you sure you don't want to keep any?"

"I'm sure that I would hate it if we went bankrupt. Do you need any help?"

"Oh, no, I'll be - yes. Yes, actually. These are a lot of presents. If you could spare the time...I'd really appreciate it."

So after she bundled up in her woollens and wrestled a scarf onto Lockwood, they somehow hurriedly carted the many slightly scuffed shopping bags into the cab, where they only had a brief break to catch their breath, given how close they lived to the shops.

After that, it was a race to hit all the stores before they closed for Christmas Eve. After a couple of rounds, they had developed the fairly efficient system of Lockwood lugging the gifts around while she spoke with the shop assistants. The one drawback to their fine plan, at least for him, was her glancing at the receipts and the too-long numbers at the bottom of them ("Jesus Christ, Lockwood, how did you not have to take out a loan for these? Honestly! Do you think we're made of money?").

Finally, their luck ran out at their very last store, which looked as though it had been closed for hours. She knocked and peered inside feverishly, clutching the very last gift stubbornly.

"No, no, we were so close! Now what do we do?"

"We can come back after the holidays. Or," he gently pried the box out of her fingers, smoothly lifting the top, "you could keep it."

It was a silver charm bracelet, with rapier and lavender charms dangling from the central chain, much like the ones they laid out on jobs. It was beautiful. But she couldn't take it.

"You already gave me a present."

"Have another. A little special something for a special someone."

His cavalier attitude, his foolish smile - in that moment, it was all too much. Her terrible temper flared and she shoved the present into him, forcefully enough to make him stumble a little. She turned and started walking home briskly, fuming silently until he and his long legs finally caught up to her.

"Wha - was it something I said? Y/N? Y/N."

"I don't know, Lockwood." She was sick of his carelessness, sick enough to be a little careless herself, let her tongue run loose. "What have you said? Or haven't said?"

"Y/N, you know I'm terrible at riddles."

"Well, maybe Belinda can help you."

That stuns him enough to make him stop in his tracks. She slows down and, after steeling her fraught nerves, turns around.

"...what does Belinda have to do with anything?"

His hopelessly clueless expression, which typically soothed her anger in their worst fights, only served to infuriate her further here. She walked towards him angrily.

“I didn't want to give you the goddamn snow globe because Belinda exists. All right? Because there are a thousand different girls out there who you’ll like better than me.” There’s a sudden tightness in her chest. With some difficulty, she turns away from him, lightly pressing her sternum. “I can’t compete with them, Lockwood. I won’t let you make me.”

She hears the crunch of the snow under his shoe as he takes a step towards her.

"Belinda is...amazing. She might even be perfect. But even she's just a friend, because...because you exist. And-and I could find...the most perfect girls out there, but the image of you would still be breathing in some corner of my mind. It wouldn't be the same with anyone else. It never is."

She sniffed gently. "This might be the right time to tell you that the snow globe...was from me."

She can't decide if she hates or loves how she can hear the smile in his voice. "No. Really?"

She turns back around, smiling sarcastically at him. "Ha-ha. But don't get too excited about it. I made little figurines to represent the four of us at Portland Row, but you can't even see them from the outside. It's ridiculous."

"It's okay. I'll know they're there."

At that moment, she felt a rush of gratitude towards Lockwood. He made everything a little easier, a little sweeter. They were standing so close that she could see a tiny snowflake on one of his eyelashes. She didn't dare breathe.

"There really never was any competition."

"I know."

"Then why does it sound like you don't believe me?"

She frowned. "I do believe you."

"I don't think you do."

"...do you want me to not believe you?"

"Y/N."

"What?"

"There's something you should know."

"Lockwood, I am going to throttle you."

"You're standing under mistletoe."

She glanced upwards, and it was as though all the air had been stolen from her lungs. Against the pitch-black sky and the gentle dusting of snow, a soft white sprig of mistletoe was curling out of the edge of a branch. She lowered her eyes back to Lockwood's, and her eyes fluttered shut as he leaned over.

As impossibly close as they were before, they were even closer now, and it still felt like they would spend their whole lives trying to get close enough to each other. She kissed him the way she loved him - desperately, with her whole being. When they broke apart, the tip of his nose and cheeks were tinged pink, and there was a light dusting of snow on his hair. In that moment, all she remembered thinking was that none of his presents made a better gift than he did.

As they walked home with fingers tangled together, she realised that they didn't need some parallel universe. In every universe, they would somehow, somewhere, find each other, and dare to love.

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bluehourbucky · 2 years ago

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the biting problem

pairing: rockstardad!bucky x f!reader

summary: how theo developed a liking to biting

a/n: I had so much fun writing this hope you enjoy!

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Bucky didn't know he could love someone more than you, but when he saw his son for the first time, he knew he would do anything for his baby boy.

Bucky loved being a first-time father, the not sleeping for a year didn't even matter to him when he got to wake up next to you.

"Doll look he smiled!" Bucky still after 2 years couldn't stop gushing over his sons little actions.

"Imma eat your toes! Imma eat them all. Nom nom." He says to his son and gently starts biting them, and Theo giggles and screams, making you laugh.

"NOOO. MA TOES MAMMAA!"

You come to help him, but instead, Bucky catches you and starts tickling you. After he's done torturing you and you're out of breath Bucky kisses you softly and then grabs Theo to put him to bed since it was getting late.

"Ouch."

"Is everything okay?" You yelled out from the living room hearing your husband.

"Theo you can't just bite people." Bucky picks up Theo in his arms and scolds him. Theo looks at his father confused, because why not?

"Don't."

Theo laughs and bites Buckys shoulder, hard.

"That hurts, baby. You can't bite that hard. Like this is okay when you're playing. Okay?" Bucky gently nibbles on Theo's slobbery fingers.

"Mmkay, dada." Theo nodds.

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Your phone rings and you pick up immediately seeing its the number of Theo's day care

"Hello. Is this miss Barnes?"

"Yes that's me. Is Theo okay?"

"He's okay. But, Theo bit two kids today. We need you or your husband to come in."

"We'll be there."

You quickly call Bucky and pick him up from the studio.

"Oh god. Why is he biting kids. He never did that before? Are we bad parents. I think it's my fault." Bucky rants nervously.

"Babe, we're not bad parents, and we'll talk to him. See what he was thinking. It's okay " You put your hand over Buckys thigh. Who would've thought this huge scary looking man could be so soft.

"No it's my fault because I always bite him when we're playing. This is all my fault."

Bucky is sweating so much, he wasn't even this nervous when the band played their first sold out show.

"Thank you for coming."

The meeting doesn't last that long, and when you're out of the day care, you three sit in the car.

"Well, that wasn't that bad." You say and look at Buckys scrunched up face, the one he makes when he's thinking very hard.

"Theo honey do you have anything to say?"

"Sowwy mommy, sowwy daddy." He looks down shamefully, he didn't think he was bad he was just playing.

"It's okay. Just please don't bite other kids okay? That's bad. Promise?" Bucky holds out his pinky finger waiting for Theo to do the same.

And he does.

"Good boy. I love you so much." Theo is pulled into Buckys chest and showered with kisses. He has him wrapped around his tiny finger.

"Love you trouble." You plant a kiss on top of Theo's head and drive home.

couple of months later

"Mmh, so pretty, my pretty doll." Bucky kisses you and squeezes your ass , you've been making out for last 15 minutes and he's been teasing you for even longer.

"Please, Bucky!" you beg and you suck a hickey on Buckys neck.

"MOMMA NO THAT'S BAD!" Theo screams and Bucky drops you from his hold. The kid was supposed to be asleep.

You and Bucky look at each other, luckly you're both dressed.

"What are you doing up trouble?" Bucky picks up his son and tickles his belly.

"Are you kay daddy? Mommy always bite your neck! You say it bad! But why I can no bite but mommy can?"

Ooohhh.

Bucky smirks and realises that it was you who Theo picked up biting from.

"That's right. I'm going to have to put her in time out uh?" Theo nodds proudly.

"And you too little guy you're up past your bed time." Theo looks at Bucky his eyes wide open.

"No I sleep now." He goes completely limp and starts snoring.

Bucky rolls his eyes and goes to tuck him in.

"Mommy was bad I think she deserves a punishment?" Bucky teases you and you roll your eyes.

"He picked this biting stuff from you! You're the one that biting me all the time." It's not like he's wrong, you might like to bite Bucky but it's not your fault, he just looks delicious all the time!

"He did not." you cross your arms, pouting.

"No? Well, so it's not you who bites me when we cuddle, when I cook, when I'm talking on the phone, or playing the guitar?"

You're stubborn so you shake your head a no.

"Lying is bad, doll. Gotta punish you for that too." Bucky picks you up, throws you over your shoulder and then gives your ass a slap.

There's only one person who no longer bites people and it's not you.

[the end]

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cyrusthedragon · 1 year ago

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Gentleman

Teen And Up Audience

Let's talk about Simon Riley being a gentleman for you but not the way we usually think about gentlemen.

Relationship: Simon "Ghost" Riley / f!Reader

Tags: domestic fluff, no "Ghost", established relationship, married couple, playful bullying, newborn children, Simon Riley being BIG and SOFT (and bullied), husband material

Please, comment if you liked it, it means a lot to me!

Notes:

Reader is from a rich family, but still joined the military

Reader and Simon serve(d) together

Simon Riley without his mask

AO3

Stand up so you can sit down; take off your outer clothes; pull up a chair for you; kiss the back of your hand; do not raise voice at you; if you walk on the sidewalk, then stand by the road; make sure you feel comfortable when you go out; if you bend over to pick up something under the table, then cover the corner of the table with his hand; lay his head on your shoulder just because; make two cups of tea anyway; try to say when he feels uncomfortable (not just swallow it cuz he don't wanna bother you! mister it's-not-that-deep); talk with you when something is wrong; when you look good — say out loud that you look good; ask if you need some help and actually help you, massage your tired feet.

Yeah, he doesn't really know about the etiquette and other stuff, but he knows exactly how to cherish you, trying so hard to give you that normal life he knows you deserve, even though he's so dumb that he didn't really understand you do not need 'normal life', you're as battle-scarred as he is, you just need life with him. Civilian or not, you don't give a damn about it, maybe he didn't know how to use that god-awful melon spoon, but it's okay as long as he is happy, cuz the melon spoon never was so necessary. You just love watching him, so clumsy with small and delicate things, that you can't help but just stay silent and admire how he's trying to deal with that nappy for your tiny little newborn baby daughter, who literally can completely fit in two his palms.

He was big compared to normal guy, was huge compared to you, and now he's damn giant compared to your daughter.

"Fatherhood suits you," you said, looking at him from the threshold, and laughed when he literally shuddered. The man on purpose lowered his guard down, 'cause he felt himself safe with you. Both of you, now.

"The hell are you tolkin' about... Help me instead, I can't understand how this shit works.." grumpy, messy, baby powder on his cheek, brows furrowed. If Johnny saw him right now, he'd definitely shit his pants from how scary Simon looked at that poor nappy, like it, idk, killed his beloved puppy. But as how scary it was for everyone esle, as much it was funny for you; you couldn't resist your laugh coming out, trying to hide your face with your palm, when he looked at you as severely as physically possible.

And blushed.

"Shut up."

You smiled at him widely, coming closer: "I said nothing, baby." but that wasn't true. Technically, that wasn't a lie, too. You said a lot of things, but not with words. "You can't handle one diaper?"

"I didn't say I can't handle it, dammit," he groaned, focussing on swaddling the baby who couldn't stop giggling and twitching from side to side; you rested your elbow on his shoulder, and he theatrically sighed, looking at his daughter: "Rocket fuel in your veins..." and, stooping to kiss her on her belly, added: "Just like your mother."

"I don't get it, are you bullying her?" before he realized it, you pucked girl up. She giggled, sucking on her own petit fingers, moving her legs. "You're bullying my daughter, Simon?"

"Oh goodness, love..." he clicked, you cackled, holding baby closer and moving two steps away from him, "you wanna start a fight now?"

"I don't", but considering how you smiled and looked at your daughter's very pleased reaction, you obviously wanted this: "Do you?"

"I don't," he answered, "but if you're going to continue whatever you're doing, I'm-"

"You what?" and you moved the child in your arms accompanied by her contented laughter, so Simon could see it:

You sly thing.

He can't do with you anything when you're holding the baby.

"What, you swallowed your tongue, darling?" your footsteps were coming closer to the living room, and he followed at your heels, looking almost the same as on the military, about to scold one of his soldiers. "Love..." almost growled, making the baby laugh harder, clapping; the fluff on her head swayed when you moved left and right, skirting the furniture: "Love?" you repeated after him, looking directly into his eyes without a single blink, "Now I'm love?"

"You always were my love..."

"No, five seconds ago you were threatening me!" you smiled, moving your gaze to your daughter. "He was threatening your mama, sunshine, look at him!"

"No-o!" Simon exclaimed, holding out his hands to the little one, "Princess, don't listen to her! She's lying! She was bullying me!"

"Bullying you? How can I bully you? I'm a victim here!"

"You're not!"

"Of course I am, princess saw how you were telling me you're going to do something!-" laughter, quick steps, radio talking in the kitchen, child's giggle, Simon's sighs, and two grown-ass adults argument in which each of you tried to convince a three-month-old child which of you is really a victim.

Was that the life you were expecting from joining the military?

No.

That was the life that Simon Riley gave you without your request. He just was there, silently, very bad at any good feelings, not knowing what exactly to say or how to act in some situations, learning from you by just watching how you talked with everyone, and simply remembering small things. From small things about how to interact with people, who are not broken as fu-. Ahem. To small things about you, and one day he understood — you became his healing pill. Somehow, by doing literally nothing, only existing in the same universe as him, winking to him, talking to him — actually talking, not just having some nonsense chat about the weather or your job, but discussing with him, asking about his opinion, you became a person who was so damn comfortable to him, that he couldn't deny how he's attached to you anymore.

This man appeared in your life like a silent company, then your partner on missions, then your partner for life, then your husband, and then the father of your child.

And now you were testing his limits, 'cause you wanted so.

This girl in your hands — she was the third most precious woman in his life, after his mother and you, and you knew exactly what you were doing by teasing him, not letting him go closer to you, or take her from your hands.

"What? What? Wanna say you're not bullying me? Princess, look-"

"No, princess, don't. Look at your daddy, daddy loves you, daddy would never bully your mommy."

"Liar!"

And then once again: he sighs, you giggle, baby girl made her baby sound, and the three of you were whirled around the house, from room to room, until finally, he cornered you. Literally. You pressed yourself into the corner of the bedroom with your whole body, never stop smiling, but knowing for sure that this man would not leave it so easily. You blinked, he towered over you like a mountain, put his hand on the wall and you automatically bit your lower lip, chuckling: "Are we like... In some kind of third-rate young adult drama?"

"Give her to me. Now."

A hoarse, hot, deep voice sounded right in front of you. His blue eyes into yours, and you had to tilt your head to keep eye contact, but it was completely worth it.

"Or what?" you whispered; the little one's eye's shifted from you to her father, from him to you again, Simon leaned over to you, and before this whole situation started to get too spicy, you quickly gave him the child and came out from under his quite skillful confident kabe-don. Ah, but you remember times when he was too shy to kiss you... "You can have her," you said, looking innocent, watching him trying to handle girl as delicate as possible, hissing at your actions as if scolding because you simply cannot treat such tiny, fragile creatures like that.

You can break her!

He.

Scolding you.

For not being gentle.

He.

Holding her so, so gently, carefully, holding her head straight, because she didn't know how to do it yet, frowning at you, you, an irresponsible woman!

This behemoth of a man with such a little girl in his hands.

"She's already daddy's girl, isn't she?" You murmured. Simon put her on the changing pad, you followed him. "Try again," you said, when he took the open diaper.

He sucked air deep into his lungs and began to swaddle this little giggly monster.

Action after action, extreme care, total concentration, as if he was defusing a bomb, unblinking stare until the last details, and only when girl was laying there, completely swaddled, with a pacifier in her mouth, he exhaled, closing his eyes.

"Holy f-..."

"Good job! It was that hard, baby?" You chuckled, stroking his back, when he turned to you, hugging your waist softly. "No," he whispered, breathing in your scent, mixed with perfume and the smell of a hair conditioner, "I was trying not to hurt her. She's so tiny..."

Oh, that man drove you crazy.

The level of happiness in your blood exceeded all permissible norms, you pressed into him, cheek on his cheek for a second, and kissed his cheekbone, smiling like a fool.

Or it was just him?

Big protective fool, so scared to hurt his little daughter...

You love him like this: in your arms, mumbling about how afraid he is that one day he'll do something to her, due to miscalculated strength. You weren't afraid. You knew he simply won't let it happen.

"You wouldn't." You answered, gently running your fingers through his short blonde hair, "Wanna know why?"

Simon looked into your eyes, moving away a little, so you could see him properly: "Why?"

You smiled: "Because she's our daughter," and before he let himself relax, you added, grinning nastily: "If you'll ever try to hurt her, she'll kick your ass, like it's a fucking football, darling."

Well.

Maybe... Just maybe... Maybe he wasn't a liar...

Maybe you truly enjoyed bullying him, so he can "get angry" and finally shut you up with the most delicious kiss in the world.

Simon's lips pressed to yours, your hands over his hot red cheeks, because someone's still too easy to tease, his hands around your waist, just to be sure you're not going anywhere, your eyes closed so you can remember every moment, every note of his taste. And the softness, but the conference of his movements.

Simon Riley was the best example of the word "self-control".

You never saw an another man with such power over himself that he can hold the most fragile teacup tightly and not break it.

And he was afraid?

He?

Oh, you were planning to live a life beside him and for once and for all make him see how amazing he really was.

Yes, he doesn't have some fancy private university diploma, maybe he's not a philosophy Ph.D., but, god forgive me, was he less incredible because of it? Not even a little.

He doesn't know about a melon spoon, he doesn't really like all these luxurious restaurants, he can tell nothing about Gucci house, then fuck it, fuck it all, fuck the etiquette, fuck high table manners, fuck meticulous elegance, prim ideality — the way Simon kissed you, keep you close, the way he looked at you with his eyes go wild, the way he was sucking your scent, burying his face in your neck, after holding your common child, as if both of you were priceless treasures from the depths of the sea.

Squeezing you, carefully touching her chubby pink cheek with a pad of his finger, and slowly, lightly kissing the back of your hand, pressing her close while rocking.

Yeah, he wasn't a gentleman.

He didn't have a fantastic talent for anything, couldn't distinguish Manet from Monet, and mathematics wasn't one of his strengths.

But he had his stubbornness, willpower, desire, and love for work.

Simon Riley was a hard-worker.

And that's exactly what you love in him.

"We should..." you swallowed, licking your lower lip after that disastrous kiss he gave you, "We should go on a date..."

"Why so?" just his hoarse voice made you snuggle into him, hugging his neck so tightly, as if you wanted to kill him with your own hands — that's how much you loved him. But you did nothing.

Just breathing heavily, feeling him lift you by your hips, seating you on the windowsill in your bedroom. "Because," you murmured, smacking him on the lips, "I want you to eat molecular crap in your only black suit, and grumble that this berry foam is not a real food."

And when you laughed, already hearing his old man's grumbling, his huge hands grabbed your waist again, squeezing tightly, as if purposely ignoring your mouth-watering sides.

You told Simon last morning that even though it's been three months since you gave birth, your pelvis still hurts sometimes —

Oh.

What a gentle man he was...

Haha.

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wolfytae-exe · 1 year ago

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Hii, i hope you're having a great day so far! Can you maybe write about reader being drunk and needy for txt or the other way around please :) (also i really love your works so much💖 and this is my first time sending an ask cuz i'm pretty "new" on this app)

Hi hun! I left you to simmer in my inbox im sorry😭 You probably aren’t as new anymore lol!

I might make this more soft because i’m not comfortable writing an intoxicated person having sex with anyone sober, just doesnt feel right❤️

Yeonjun

The poor guy wouldn’t know what to do with you, begging for him to hold you and very blatantly pulling his hands to cup your ass when he does so. “Y/N you’re drunk.” He would deadpan, mostly reminding himself not to listen to you and give into your neediness because of your intoxicated state. “Want you soooo baddd~” You slur out, hands all over him while he changes you out of your spoiled clothes and puts you under the warm covers. “You need some rest.” He’d tell you, backing away despite your whines to go get you medicine and water. His sweet, shy girlfriend wouldn’t throw herself on him this way, so it’s easy for him to tell when not to act on urges.

Soobin

He wouldn’t catch it at first, the way you felt up and down his arm and chest while he held you in his arms. It’s not til you’re literally humping at his thigh that he has to pull you off and take you home. “Soobin please~” You whine and beg but Soobin has already come to the conclusion that you were going to eat a lot and get a lot of fluids in you until you were sober enough to hold yourself together. “Let’s get you right, then maybe I’ll let you.” He would tell you, convincing you each time to take that swig of water or that bite of pizza he heated up for you. And once you were sober enough to stand properly he would run you a nice bath, make sure his baby is clean before helping you into bed and making sure you’re warm enough to sleep.

Beomgyu

Oh man, poor Beomgyu has to hold you away from his body, you have gotten way too drunk and have made it your sworn duty to get into his pants tonight. “Lemme just hold your hand gyu” You’d pout as he avoided your advances. “Absolutely not. I love you but no.” He’d deadpan, a form a guilt that rises when you begin to tear up, so drunk you can't help but feel your heart crack at the rejection. “Oh god please don't cry” Beomgyu would try his hardest to stay away in the moment but when your small whimpers turn into sobs, he’s holding you, making sure you can't do anything you’ll regret but also attempting to stop you from sobbing. Beomgyu would have to figure it out himself this time when taking care of you, you were usually buzzed or tipsy, able to dress, shower, and take headache medicine on your own, but this time, Beomgyu had to do it all for you, giving you tiny kisses to make up for the lack of physical attention you begged for while he did so.

Taehyun

When I say Taehyun was not having it with your clinginess, that's an understatement. Your drunk and clingy behavior had him constantly rolling his eyes and pulling you off him, telling you multiple times that you were drunk and that whatever you wanted from him wouldn't happen, that only made you whine and cling more however, “God Y/N, I’m not fucking my drunk girlfriend.” He’d say multiple times, and multiple “I’m not even drunk!” comebacks would come back to him before he was dragging you home and forcing you to stay in bed before you went to sleep. Taehyun loved you, but he had no patience for your drunk personality which would only cause trouble for you and him in his eyes.

Hueningkai

Kai is an angel, letting you cling onto him and whisper sweet nothings into his ear while he rubbed your back. He knew you were drunk, wanted a lot more than your back rubbed but Kai also knew better, he’d give you taught smiles and giggles before taking you home to take care of you, every time you’d whine for him to take care of you in other ways he’d shut you down with the happiest smile, telling you “maybe if you drink some water!” or even “Sober up a bit and we’ll see how you feel about it.” It was always enough to convince you yet the moment you sobered up a bit, all you wanted to do was go to sleep, your headache way too painful. And of course Hueningkai agreed, cuddling you throughout the night and taking care of you the next morning.

#txt requests #txt thoughts #txt imagines #txt scenarios #yeonjun thoughts #soobin thoughts #beomgyu thoughts #taehyun thoughts #hueningkai thoughts #txt #yeonjun #soobin #beomgyu #taehyun #hueningkai

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charizardstolemynickname · 2 years ago

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THE OWL HOUSE SEASON 2 HAS CAPTIVATED ME, so here are my reactions/thoughts to episodes 18 and 19

Episode 18: FINALLY MORE GUS TALK!!!! We get so much information about all the other characters I WAS BEGINNING TO THINK MY GUY GUS WAS BEING NEGLECTED!!

His power is so cool, I need more people to be as excited about illusionist magic as me and Gus are! HE LITERALLY CHANGED THE WHOLE SCHOOL AND TRICKED THE HEAD OF ILLUSIONIST COVEN!

Speaking of, the head of the Illusionist Coven being just some wanna be director is fucking hilarious, he is a snob and I hate him with a passion but I want to laugh at him, so much

Gus literally saving all the students at the school too is being SEVERELY looked over right now, like DUDE HE LITERALLY SAVED ALL OF YOU!!!!

All the guards this episode had me in stiches!!! I WANT MORE GUARDS BEING FUNNY IDIOTS!! ESPECIALLY SEVERINE, god, someone get Severine some therapy, like SLAYYY GO BACK TO THE TINY CAT COVEN! GET SOME SELF ESTEEM BACK!

Obviously, i cannot talk about this episode WITHOUT talking about our boy, Hunter.... who was living in the school stage. Listen, I won't judge the guy, he is homeless, his whole life has been thrown upside down, I feel for the guy it was just a surprise! (/lh) ANYWAY, I LOVED THE GUS AND HUNTER FRIENDSHIP GROWTH! From the sharing of the breathing thing (TWICE!!!) and the comforting each other AMAZING

Amity and Willow learning how to be friends again was also an amazing plot line, I love to see how their friendship will expand

Episode 19: THE WEIRD DREAM THING??? AND KING BEING CONNECTED TO THE COLLECTOR?!? Listen, I still don't fully understand who the collector is BUT THIS IS THE SECOND TIME THEY HAVE APPEARED IN ONE OF THE GANG'S DREAMS! Yeah, I haven't forgot about it being in Eda's dream too! I am very confused, it seems lonely, but evil, but also just a chaotic vibe, I am conflicted

POOR KING! He literally just found out traumatising news and THEN people keep treating him differently now?? I spent the whole start of the episode wanting to just hold King and keep him safe from everyone, HE IS JUST A LITTLE GUY!!! HE IS JUST A BABY!!!

BUT! Steve to save the day. I am now a Steve Stan. I am a Steve fangirl. If Steve has 1 fan, its me, if Steve has 0 fans, I am dead. BRING BACK STEVE!!!! I adore Steve, with every essence of my being, HE WAS ACTING LIKE KING WAS FAMILY AND- AHHH, best friends your honour, they are best friends

FUCKKK The Eda and Raine and Luz angst was a plotline I was NOT ready for after the absolute fluff that was King and Steve helping people and vibing. SOMEONE GET MY PAL RAINE OUT OF THERE!!! Plant coven girl is literally obsessed with them, tf

Eda just wanting to save the kids, to protect Luz and King- I will admit, it hit me in my feels, Eda still treating King as a kid (AS HE SHOULD BE) and Luz and wanting them both away from danger AHHHHHHH

Luz bestie, I love you, but PLEASE EDA WAS RIGHT

HOWEVER HARPY EDA CAMEO!!! RAHHHHHH, I am still obsessed with it, we need more of Harpy Eda in this show.

AND FINALLY, THE ALLIES!!!! GOD. I am obsessed DARIUS I KNEW I COULD TRUST YOU!!! I don't know if I posted, but I REALLY liked Darius but knew (well, thought) he was evil, BUT NO I CAN NOW FINALLY LOVE HIM! AND EBERWOLF! Didn't forget him (did just have to search his name tho)

OH AND! The Palisman!!! I was going to mention this as I hadn't been mentioned in a while, BUT CARING FAMILY BONDING BETWEEN EDA, LUZ AND KING!!! I fucking love found family. Can you tell!!#

IN OTHER EXCITING NEWS! I am about to watch the season 2 finale episodes! No idea what to expect, but I am literally addicted so will take anything, i am sad I am so close to finishing it though, as Season 3 has less episodes

BUT it means I can finally interact with the fandom, etc etc

Thank you to all following my journey watching the series for the first time

#the owl house #the owl house spoilers #the owl house season 2 #the owl house season 2 spoilers #eda the owl lady #luz owl house #toh #toh spoilers #edalyn clawthorne #toh raine #the owl house darius #toh hunter #the owl house hunter #toh gus #the owl house gus #FINALLY SOME GUS LOVE #the owl house willow #toh willow

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doyouknowwhoyouare13 · 2 years ago

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Nyx watches Captain America: The First Avenger

Imma be honest…

I actually hate this movie.

Ok hate is a strong word

But to me it's actually so boring

Sorry to all the Cap fans

Like I enjoy the characters

And I understand it's to like set up the story

But omg.

So. Fucking. Boring.

At least to me

Feel free to attack me

Fake fan and all that idk

Anyways

I remember the first time I watched this

It's been a while since the last time though

IS THAT FILCH??

HOLD ON

OMG IT IS

HOLY SHIT

I NEVER NOTICED THAT

Norse myths are so cool

Bro should be blinded

BRO IS SO TINY 💀

Why is he so adamant

Like I know that is his thing

BUT BRO

Why are you talking during a movie 😐

BUCKY!!!!!!

HELP ONLY THE GOOD STUFF

Poor guy

TONY'S DAD!!!

Should I watch Agent Carter

I haven't yet idk

OMG STEVE

"How can I? You're taking all the stupid with you"

my god I love them sm

I love the Dr

I hate that he dies so early

oh...the other Dr

gross

I hate men

WOOHOO!!!

So smart

90 POUNDS??? TELL ME HE'S KIDDING

THAT'S LESS THAN ME

THE DR IS SO FUNNY ISTG

the red paints

should've known from the start

She's so pretty

HELP I LOVE THEM

He's such a virgin I'm sorry

Is that rude

Nah I mean I'm one too

Whatever it's fine

THAT WAS PENICILLIN 💀

CAN'T EVEN SEE HIS FACE IN THE WINDOW 😭

BRO HE'S ACTUALLY SO FINE MY GOD

Me too, Peggy

Crazy vertical fr

THAT KID IS ADORABLE

Why does he have an American accent

omg the song!!!!

WAIT IS THAT BLOND THE ONE THAT BRUCE WAS TALKING ABOUT AT THE END OF THE FIRST EPISODE OF SHE-HULK

NOOO HE'S NOT A VIRGIN ANYMORE

You guys this is a joke btw

Good for him!!!

GO STEVE!!!!

man he's crazy

HELP HE FLEW WHEN THE SHEILD HIT HIM

He's actually insane

In a good way

HELP GIRLS MUCH CUTER 💀

Bro is clicking every single button

that has to be trouble

BUCKY!!

HELP THEY'RE SO FUNNY

mmmmm success????

I don't knowwwww

INSANE.

HOW COULD HE DO THAT WITHOUT KNOWING

SLAYYYYY

SO FINE

BUCKY IS SO FUNNY

HE'S SO AWKWARD HELP

uh oh

FONDUEING

BRO GOT A PICTURE

Y'ALL AIN'T EVEN TOGETHER

uh oh not the mountain

do you know what that means....

Buck please no

NOOOOOOOOOOOO

BUCK PLEASE

NOOOOOO PLEASE

AHHHH BUCKYYYYY

I know he's not dead but :/

So much pain he has to go through :/

Sure is a cult god damn

NEW BEST FRIEND

GO CAP!!!!!

bros bike is crazy

THE BASIC SCREAM SOUND

Y'KNOW THE ONE?????

bro what was I thinking

this is not boring

I REVOKE MY STATEMENTS

I love this movie

Character development!!!!!!!!

BRO CHRIS EVANS IS ACTUALLY SO FINE I LOVE HIM

THE SMALLEST THINGS HE DOES

RUN STEVE RUN

I'M NOT KISSING YOU 💀

I LOVE HIM HE'S SO FUNNY

Fuck the army bro should be in the air force

He takes "I can do this all day" very very seriously

Karma

Bye bye tesseract

omg this is so sad

NOOO THE RAIN CHECK

OMGGGGGGG

CRYING

PASSING OUT

BRO I'M GONNA

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

RUNNNNNNNN

all because he was at a baseball game

NICK FURY!!!!!

NOT THE DANCEEEEEEEEEE 😭😭😭😭

end credit scene now

BACK WHEN THEY TOLD YOU WHEN THEY'RE ACTUALLY RETURNING AND NOT JUST "____ will return"

punch me like that/j/j/j/j/j/j/j/j/j/j

HE. IS. SO. FINE.

bro this is just a trailer I love it 😭

god 2012

that's insane

actually insane my lord

ANYWAYS YEAH I LIKE THIS A LOT MORE THAN I THOUGHT 💀

Captain Marvel next!!

#★nyx watches #god and I'm trying to finish all of them???

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youmaycallmebrian · 1 year ago

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look i really don't want to be a killjoy, I don't want to be the "boomer" who over-criticizes movies because they don't get anything and refuse to have fun... Like, I really want to enjoy this and join in on the fun but I can't lie, I was so so so disappointed with the FNAF movie. I wasn't expecting anything good because i'm used to video game movie adaptations being terrible. And yet, I was still let down. It was worse than what I even imagined. And I see everyone going crazy over the movie and saying it was so good and legendary and all and I'm just... what? Did we see the same movie? Am I insane? Am I missing something? Did I reach that annoying "adult" stage of life where everything seems dull?

I don't want to sound like an annoying movie elitist youtuber that sound like they think they have it all figured out and know better than everyone (u know the kind i'm talking about). I generally don't know jackshit about movies, so please take everything I say with a grain of salt. My opinion doesn't hold much value. I'm honestly just trying to make sense of what I saw with this long ass post lol. SPOILERS AHEAD, just in case it wasn't obvious. I'll try to be as fair and precise as possible in what I liked and disliked.

Here's what I liked: the animatronics design was awesome, they really looked like the ones in the first game. The whole pizzeria too. That was cool. The actors were great. I think they did the best with what they had. I don't have anything bad to say regarding the acting. Gods, seeing Matthew Lilliard with white hair made me feel old (he was like my first celebrity crush when i was a 5 year old child, in the scooby doo live action). And seeing Josh Hutcherson playing what I thought to be a dad but turns out to just be a big brother ALSO made me feel old (aren't we just used to him always being someone's son in all his dang movies???). Also seeing MatPat was cool. I also like how they explored the whole theme of "you don't need to be rich to be a good parent/guardian or to make your child happy" as we saw with Abby and Mike vs the aunt, and I also like how abby being more introverted and into drawing wasn't seen as a necessarily bad thing. I liked those themes.

Here's what I disliked: Okay first. That whole backstory with Mike and his little brother, the "dream theory" thing. Very cool, a very nice concept to explore in a movie. HOWEVER, what the heck was this doing in a fnaf movie? Like, was it just me? idk i just think it was way too much of a side-plot... I know it was related because it's implied then confirmed that Afton took the little brother. But like... I don't know. It just seemed so freaking random and out of place? Like what are the chances are that this is the guy who took your little brother and that you end up working for him? It's just not the vibe at all I was expecting for a game about being a security guard in a haunted pizzeria? I thought we were going to see and feel the atmosphere that the first game gives, like being stuck in that tiny little room, realizing slowly there's something wrong with the animatronics, the panic as you watch the camera footage, the survival instinct kicking in as you try to rationalize it... Instead, Mike just slept through all of it to "solve" a completely different side-plot. (again, yes I know it's not really a side-plot since it was directly related in a way, but it really did feel like such a random, far away thing) And then the "ghosts" of the children appearing in the dream as if it's like something they do all the time... Idk man. This whole thing just felt so weird and out of place.

2nd thing I disliked: Abby being involved. I love her character, don't get me wrong, she was adorable, i love her to death. But her role in the story felt so... plot-convenient? Like oh the new security guard just happens to have a little sister the same age as the children who went missing and can see ghosts and likes to draw and one day she sleeps in there bc the babysitter is unreachable.

Speaking of the babysitter... That whole thing where they pair up with the evil aunt to sabotage Mike's career... Again, this just felt so... random? I don't know what other words to use. It just felt like it came out of nowhere.

Another thing I disliked. How quickly Mike just. Accepted that there were animatronics moving on their own because they're haunted with the ghosts of murdered children. And how he just casually builds a fort with them and Abby and Vanessa. Like... bro??? What are you doing? Aren't you worried? Aren't you scared? Confused? Listen I know the animatronics are supposed to be like goofy and all since, at the core, they're literally just children. But like... Idk this is just... not the vibe at all I was expecting? It completely took me out, honestly, like it just broke the immersion for me. I mean, come on. I don't care how psychic you are, how open-minded you are, if you see huge-ass animatronics moving on their own, you will be terrified.

Other thing I disliked: Vanessa as a character in general. Nothing against the actress (It's Beck!!!!!). Just... why the fuck did she even show up there in the first place other than for snooping around? She had honestly no actual cop business there. And why did she spend so much time there, on her actual job hours? makes absolutely 0 sense to me. This seemed to be only fan service (in reference to vanessa/vanny). I honestly genuinely do not have valid reasons for this one other than I just really didn't like her character in general.

Also... Why is no one mentionning the smell of the animatronics? Or how they would probably have attracted maggots and dangerous parasites? There are decades old bodies decaying inside them ffs... I'm no expert but I'm pretty sure you'd notice something is off about the smell pretty quickly. Even when the people went in to trash the place, their bodies stayed in the pizzeria for a whole 2-3 days after that while Mike and Abby were there. It's enough time for the smell to start hitting. Yet no one noticed...

Speaking of the bodies. It was a PG 13 movie. why? 8+ at most would've sufficed. Also... was it a horror movie, a comedy, a drama, a thriller? All of these? Because it felt like none of these. Like, it felt like it was trying to be a horror or a comedy, but just didn't commit fully. Idk how to explain it properly, it felt like it was holding back, in a sense.

Also when they electrified the animatronics, ngl, it felt like I was watching a bugs bunny cartoon.

I feel like there was sooooo much of the lore being dropped in the film, but in very awkward ways? Like it was trying so hard to appeal to the fans with all the little details of lore but it GIRL the fnaf lore is crazy heavy and complicated there was just no way you could plug it all in just one film... and yeah, that really kinda broke the pace of the movie, in my opinion. It was all revealed all at once, so bluntly? People keep saying "if you like the games and the lore you will love this movie" and for me it's like... no?? Quite the opposite? The lore feels all crammed in there with no real purpose... it felt so weird.

Alright I'll stop here. I know movie adaptations can't always be truthful to the games, realistically speaking since it's not the same kind of media. I know that. Sometimes major changes are a good thing. Sometimes going a bit off the plot can be beneficial. It's just that, in this specific movie adaptation, it felt so... out of place? I really disliked the changes. Don't understand them. The entire thing feels so far away from the source material in a way where I just honestly cannot enjoy it.

But everyone seems to have loved the movie so clearly there's something i'm missing, and I am honestly genuinely very open to discuss it, if you liked the movie please tell me why and how. Because for now I am just flabbergasted at how much I just don't fucking get it...

#please don't hate me i'm just honestly trying to understand #fnaf #five night's at freddy's #movie

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singsweetmelodies · 2 years ago

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there are some thing in this list that are not even funny asking bc I think we all just agree, there’s not even arguments haha so I’ll have your thoughts on 29, 38 and 58 🙃🙃

hiiii friend :DD thank you so much for this ask 💕 and yessss, i completely agree, actually. even just when i was doing a quick read-through of the list before reblogging it this morning, i was like, "oohhh, some of these are just so easy and so perfect for piarles 🫶" so let's get right into them!

29. Who is more likely to jump in an elevator? Who freaks out?

LMAOOOO, oh, i love that question. and i do feel like there's a very obvious answer - charles, clearly. i mean, this is the guy who fully once ran away from a tiny, tiny monkey 😭 but then again... pierre can be such a dumbass babygirl too. i feel like he'd be the one who pretends to have it totally together, "no i'm not scared at all," but in reality, the opposite is true. so put these idiots in a lift together, and they'd BOTH just be completely freaking out - charles probably more externally, and pierre internally. (i also like this idea, because it kiiind of lines up with the canon we know that neither of them are actually entirely comfortable/happy with flying, despite doing it very often for their jobs. let's assume lifts are the same story.) anyways pierre would probably suggest snogging as a distraction. this would, as you can imagine, probably be very effective. 🤭

38. Who is more sexually experimental? Who's more vanilla?

*giggling behind hand* well, well, well. what a question. charles is blushing, i'm sure.

HA.

in my headcanon, charles is the slightly more experimental one between the two of them. he strikes me as the sort who would learn about a new thing and want to try it, at least once. (and as long as it's within reason/SSC etc etc.) with that said, though -- i do think they very much bring out the worst (or best, depending how you look at it) in each other. it's that whole thing about the complete trust in each other and feeling of safety when they're with each other. since that trust is there, i feel like they'd both be willing to a) communicate very frankly about what they're interested in and b) try things out together. it'd probably be an awkward conversation the first few times, but eventually it would become a lot more like "i think this would be hot, do you want to--" "YEAH." xD

as for the "who's more vanilla" part of the question... well. i cannot in full honesty answer with either of them, because to me, they're both kinky little fucks. i mean, come on. look at me with a straight face and tell me that pierre likes it more vanilla than charles. please. this is the man who pUbLicLy said his favourite sex position is doggy style. (oh, and what an insane day that was.) ANYWAY. you can't convince me that charles is entirely vanilla either, because oh my god... the way he holds his own hands above his head sometimes (see: his winter training vlog)... he is just begging to be held down. truly.

(so yeah, my answer is: they're BOTH kinky freaks. and, as ever, i love them for it and think they're very sexy for it, actually 😌)

58. Who’s more likely to hold a grudge after an argument?

welllll... there's only one real answer to this one, isn't there? 🤭 pierre, my beloved little bitch. of course it's him. my proof? ESTEBAN. (yes, yes, they have the "french connection" now - suspiciously fruity, that, but anyway - never forget the infamous cannes photo cropping incident. ahhh, the bitchiness. spectacular.) the point is, i think it's pretty clear that pierre can most definitely hold a grudge for a very, very long time, and be petty as all fuck about it. HOWEVER. i do think charles is, as in many other ways, an exception for him. my proof for this? styria 2021. oh, man. i could talk about styria 2021 for such a long time, but the most important part is: charles crashed into pierre. pierre was, understandably, angry. pierre could have held a grudge and let their friendship fall apart because of it (à la pierresteban) but he didn't. he listened to charles, and forgave him afterwards. there are probably not a lot of people he would've done that for, but he did it for charles, and and and --

i'm getting completely distracted, but. STYRIA 2021. god. to try and focus again, though: yes, i do believe that pierre would be the more likely to hold a grudge after an argument. again, though, he would probably forgive charles pretty quickly as soon as charles apologised. also? i don't think arguing is something they do, very often - or, at least, not seriously. playfully, sure. but actual, antagonistic arguments, or full-blown fights? pierre and charles have both said in interviews that they almost never fight, so. cheers to that! 🥂

(obligatory otp asks)

#asks & answers #🖥 your-littlesecret #obligatory otp asks #oh my gosh i rambled SO MUCHHH on these 😂🙈🙈#it seems i am truly just incapable of NOT going insane about piarles #the condition is terminal...#but oh well. i have a fab time :DD #and i hope you like these answers too! <333 #have a lovely evening; friend 💕#🦑🏎️ piarles #piarles headcanons

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sarah-dipitous · 2 years ago

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Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 117

The Hounds of Baskerville

"The Hounds of Baskerville"

Not me almost forgetting Sherlock gets purple for The ShirtTM instead of blue for The ScarfTM

I...forget this guys name (character and actor) because he will forever be Alonso...Alonzo? Either way, he's the guy from Voyage of the Damned. Allons-y Alonso!

OMG THE HARPOON AND COVERED IN BLOOD.

Stop being mean to Mrs Hudson...

The fact that Bluebell is relevant...you DUNCE, Sherlock

The superstitiousness of everyone about Dartmoor.

Good lord, he's so off putting, now in 2023. Literally what was I going through in 2012 that made me like Sherlock (the character) so much

The visuals in this episode ARE beautiful. The VIEWS of Dartmoor. One can really dramatically stand on rocks there. (I realize that sentence sounded sarcastic, but...it wasn't. It somehow wasn't. It was absolutely genuine)

I always liked this little village outside the army base. It's charming.

Love John insisting on Sherlock following through on the bet they definitely didn't make but that Sherlock DID lose. That is one BIG paw print

OMG. The tiny Mycroft parts because Sherlock stole his ID card that grants them access to Baskerville.

Oh...right. This is the episode where I do get ever so briefly attracted to John. I just get twirls-hair-around-finger when someone pulls rank...

I do feel very called out though...because in some ways my taste has not changed. What's that about a statement coat with the collar turned up so they look cool??? Goddammit

JOHN FOLLOWING A LEAD IN MORSE CODE but the flashing light was...like...a couple in a car hooking up

So. He's just pretending to have seen something right now. God, he's so infuriating

Henry (Alonso), no he didn't see it. He's playing you for a fool at this point. And now he's gaslighting John, too. It's all so much worse when you know.

Worstie, we both know that's not quite true. There's nothing wrong with you, PLEASE. There's SO much wrong with you. (Who am I? Who have I become??) Look, just because there's nothing "wrong" with your deduction skills doesn't mean you're 100% alright. Yeah...I'd have the same reaction as John.

Ok. Like. I know Dr Franklin is the one who did it. He's behind it all, but is he psychologically torturing poor Henry? Mmmm, maybe not if he's breaking up John's date with Henry's therapist

Aaaaaaaaand he's reeling you in to make the experiment he's testing on you go on. LORD, I forgot about the "you've never been the most luminous of people, but as a conductor of light you are unbeatable" He's so rude.

Pfffff, yes, Lestrade. Okay. Okay, I did laugh, GENUINELY laugh at the "[Mycroft] sends my handler incognito. Is that why you're calling yourself GREG?"

Hey, yeah. I remembered that the vegetarian restaurant was ordering meat, but WHY

Oh wait...is THIS when he drugs John?? Wait, was his freak out at the pub real?? I legitimately have no clue. I loathe this man.

And now I'm back on the, he's been playing them this WHOLE time.

Poor John, he doesn't deserve this happening to him

Oh wait. Shit. It was a genuine freak out on Sherlock's part earlier.

Gonna be frank with you. Did not remember/expect the "In" of "Liberty In" to be Indiana.

Yeah, I don't think that's gonna be your therapist any more, Henry. Sorry, bud.

Oh. Oh Henry, no.

Okay. On one hand, yeah, Sherlock's got it all figured out, but on the other...Henry his HIGHLY SUGGESTIBLE right now. I don't think this would hold up. You are literally telling him what "he remembers" in this state where we've just been shown that you'll see what you're told you'll see...

God...I forgot they just blew the villain up this time around. I mean...they let him chase them through an active mine field, so like...kind of the same thing. CAN WE STOP HURTING MY FEELINGS

He's such an asshole.

I was gonna end i there, but I forgot that Jim got locked up somehow and scratched Sherlock's name just alllllllllllllll over his cell walls. It...shouldn't be making me feel things, but it does. Jim always will.

#hellsite nostalgia tour 2023

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coopercythedog · 2 years ago

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I have a dream A song to sing To help me cope With anything If you see the wonder Of a fairy tale You can take the future Even if you fail. Sam Carmichael. Bill Anderson. Harry Bright. Gentlemen, I have to go. Thank you very much. Take care. Morning, Rodney. Taxi! JFK, please, as quick as you can. Oh, my God! Oh, my God! I missed you. Oh, no... We're... - We're... ALL: Sophie, Ali, Lisa! We're the greatest, bestest mates! I'm tough. - I'm tall. I'm tiny. - ALL: And we're gonna rock this place. Sophie, it's beautiful. - I want one. He did well, didn't he? I'm getting married tomorrow. I'm so glad you're here, because I have a secret and I can't tell anybody else. Sophie, you're knocked up? - No! No! No! I've invited my dad to my wedding. You are joking! You found him at last? - No! No, no, no, no, no, not exactly. Okay. You know what my mom always said when I asked about my father. It was a summer romance, and he'd gone long before she realised that she was expecting me. And I'd always kind of accepted that that's all I'd ever know. Well, I was ransacking some old trunks and I found this. It's the diary she kept the year she was pregnant with me.

Sophie! 'July 17th. What a night!' I don't know if I want to hear this! - I do! 'Sam rowed me over to the little island.' That's here. That's Kalokairi. 'We danced on the beach, and we kissed on the beach, 'and dot, dot, dot.' What? 'Dot, dot, dot.' That's what they did in the olden days. Stop it! 'Sam's the one. I know he is. 'I've never felt like this before.' Honey, honey How he thrills me Honey, honey Honey, honey Nearly kills me Honey, honey I've heard about him before I wanted to know some more And now I know what they mean He's a love machine Oh, he makes me dizzy Honey, honey Let me feel it Honey, honey Honey, honey Don't conceal it Honey, honey The way that you kiss good night The way that you kiss me good night The way that you hold me tight The way that you're holding me tight I feel like I wanna sing When you do your thing So this guy Sam's your father! - The plot thickens. 'All this time, Sam's been telling me he loves me, 'and now he's announced that he's engaged, 'so he's gone home to get married, 'and I'm never going to see him again.' Poor Donna. 'August 4th. What a night! 'Bill rented a motorboat, and I took him over to the little island.' Bill? Sophie, wait. - Hang on. 'Though I'm still obsessed with Sam, 'Bill's so wild. He's such a funny guy. 'One thing led to another, 'and dot, dot, dot.' 'August 11th. Harry turned up, out of the blue, 'so I said I'd show him the island. 'He's so sweet and understanding, I couldn't help it and 'dot, dot, dot!' - Dot, dot, dot! Oh, my God! - Here come the bridesmaids. Donna! Look at you! God! Stop growing! You sound like you're having fun already. - Oh, we are. I used to have fun. Oh, we know! Honey, honey Touch me, baby Honey, honey

I'd heard about you before I wanted to know some more And now I'm about to see What you mean to me I'm trying to get to Kalokairi. When's the next ferry? What? - Monday. Bollocks! - Yeah, my sentiments exactly. Bride or groom? Bride, although I've actually never met her. BILL: Ahoy, there. You guys need a ride to Kalokairi? Excuse me, coming through. I have a senior citizen with me. Thank you. My mother needs a perch. Mother? We're the same age. Yeah. Well, parts of us are. Sailor. No. TANYA: Oh, he has your book! Oh... Stavros, Stavros. Stavros. It's just a fish. You are so clever. We're going to look fabulous tomorrow. I want the perfect wedding, and I want my father to give me away. Better be a wide aisle. I will know my father as soon as I see him. Sky! Come here, gorgeous. SKY: Put me down. I'm getting married tomorrow. Please be careful. So? There are pins in the dresses. What do you think? Oh, yes! 'Oh, yes.' If you had your way, it'd be a three-minute wedding in jeans and T-shirts, washed down with a bottle of beer. You make me sound so unromantic! I just thought we should save our money for travelling. Well, we're not going anywhere yet. Anyway, please leave. We're very, very busy. I'm just getting some props for tonight. LISA AND ALI: Ooh! For his bachelor party. Why haven't you told him you've invited your dads? Because he would say that I'd have to tell my mom. Donna's absolutely gonna kill you when she finds out. By the time she finds out, it'll be too late. I feel like there's a part of me missing, and when I meet my dad, everything will fall into place.

BILL: More open! HARRY: I'm on it. I'm on it. That's good. That's it. Come on, Cleopatra. My shoe! Will you look at what the tide washed in? For one night. - And one night only. Donna and the Dynamos! - Donna and the Dynamos! Look at you! You baby! - Look at you! You look fantastic! You look like an old hippie! She looks fab. These are new, though. Where did you get these? Husband number three! Dynamos! Dynamite! - Dynamos! Dynamite! ALL: Sleep all day and... All night! TANYA: So, any men at this wedding? Gorgeous Greeks of independent means? Here we go! Husband number four! No! Not for me, for her! - He's coming! For her, now that her book is a bestseller, and she's got the whole world stuffing, what, mushrooms? Various vegetables? It's time to find Mr Right! Oh, please. Boring! Great couple of role models you two are for Sophie! A serial bride and a little hermit over here! That's me! I'm a lone wolf! So, when are the lovebirds flying the nest? Oh, God! Who knows? You know, I do not know what is going on in that child's head sometimes. She wants a big white wedding, and she and Sky are making all kinds of plans for the hotel. Sometimes I think they'll never leave. Yeah, but do you really want her to? Well, I want what's best for her. Of course not! Sky! Come meet my backup girls. Backup girls, my ass! TANYA: Backup girls, my ass! He's the leading man at tomorrow's shindig. SKY: The lucky man. - Hello. You must be Rosie. - I am. How are you? - Very well. And you must be Tanya. I've heard so much about you. - All bad, I hope. Yes. - And all true. Donna... Here, let me get them. I know who you are. You're Bill Anderson, aren't you? Bloke in a Boat in Botswana. - Yes, I am. You know, your books are a godsend on dull business trips. Now, I may look like I'm pondering my securities, but in reality, I'm trekking across some remote corner of the planet. You should try it for real sometime. No, certainly, I'll never be the spontaneous adventurer. You're a close friend of Donna's? No, I haven't heard from her for 20 years. SAM: Really? - And then this invite, out of the blue. You know, that's a coincidence, neither had I. Going about! - You got it! Right. Wait... I've got it. Fine. Fine. You should have brought the iron lung. Why did I wear stilettos?

Auntie Rosie! - Hey, hey! Look at Sophie. She's gotten so beautiful! - I know. Come here to me. Sophie Sheridan, you get more gorgeous every time I see you. You do. I bet you don't remember me. - Not with all that plastic surgery. Of course I do, Auntie Tanya. You haven't changed at all. I'm so happy for you. - Look at my baby, her whole life ahead of her. Oh, please, I'm getting married. I'm not joining a convent! She's feisty. I love that. - Yeah. She's a chip off the old block. If she were more like me, she wouldn't be getting married at 20. Or married at all. I meant to get the laundry down before you came. Tanya's going home! And you'd think with all this new technology, they would figure out a machine that would make the beds. And if they did, you'd be going along behind it, making them again. I know you, Mom. But I am good at modern... Tell them about the Internets. He's gonna put me on the line. - Online. SKY: I'm designing a website. I just think this place has so much potential, and no one knows we're here. So, if I market it really, really well, then, hopefully, people will come flooding in. We just want this to be the ultimate romantic destination. This was once supposed to be the site of Aphrodite's fountain, you know, the goddess of love. And if you drank the water, you were supposed to find true love and perfect happiness. I'll have a glass of that. - Yeah, I'll have a bucket. TANYA: Aphrodite's spa? Well, I thought you didn't want boatloads of tourists. Oh, no, not boatloads, no. But, you know, a few more would be nice. Okay, now, the thing about the toilet, if it doesn't flush right away, just go and come back in a while, and it should... Nothing works around here, except for me. I've been running this hotel for 15 years, and I have never had a day off. Oh, my God! Sorry. I work all night I work all day To pay the bills I have to pay

Do you feel it? The earth moved, darling. We're falling apart here. Don't think about it, come on. Let's go have fun. Tanya's packed for a world tour. Oh, Donna. Donna! Does she wear it or floss with it? TANYA: Floss you. Is it edible, Tanya? Listen to this. 'The world's most luxurious moisturiser 'contains flakes of 24-carat gold 'and extracts of donkey testicle.' You're just jealous. At a thousand dollars a dollop. Tell you, that's the price you have to pay if you wanna drink before 11:in the morning. And we do. - We do. Hi. May I help you? Sure, we're here for the wedding. I'm Bill Anderson. - Huh? I'm Bright, Harry Bright. Sam Carmichael. You are expecting us? Oh, my God. Yes! You're not Donna's daughter? I thought you looked familiar. Sofia. It's Sophie. - Well, Sofia is the Greek. Well, I'm named after a Sofia. I used to have a great-aunt living on the mainland named Sofia. Would you mind if we see our rooms before we see your mother? Sure. It's just that I'd quite like to freshen up... before the big reunion. No! No! I mean, yes, but come this way. Come on! Oh, my God! I got a crack in my courtyard. I gotta go fix it. Hey, listen, Donna? Donna. - I'm serious. Move. Sit down! She won't let me go! - I know... I know you're going to make a fortune with web's... 'With web's...' - With Sky's site. I know you're gonna make a fortune with Sky's website, but... - It's good. Are you gonna be okay until then? I think Tanya is offering to pawn her bling.

No, seriously, Donna... - Oh, my God. Do you need a loan? - No, sweet. Oh, God, I'm just whining, you know me. I don't need to be taken care of. Yeah, but are you being taken care of? What do you mean? - Are you getting any? Oh, you mean... Down, boy, down, boy. No, it takes too much energy. Yeah. Just more plumbing to be maintained, isn't it? Yeah. Oh, God, I'm so glad that whole part of my life is over. You know, seriously. I do not miss it at all. Then it's just right here. Good. Where's Donna? Hey! Okay. Up you go. Hmm. You know, I don't want to seem ungrateful for the scenic tour, but might I be shown my room now? Well, don't hold your breath, Harry, but I think this is your room. Can we see Donna now? I sent the invites. My mom doesn't know anything. Well, she's done so much for me, and she's always talking about you guys and the good old days, and I thought, what an amazing surprise for her that you are all gonna be at my wedding. Hang on, Sophie. I can't be here. The last time I saw your mother, she said she never wanted to see me again. That was years ago. Please, it would mean a lot to me. Listen, I can see that you've been to a great deal of trouble. Might I suggest that we all reconvene on your boat? Good idea. - Nope. Why? - It's an adventure, Harry. It's good for you. - Oh, I see. Okay, when I sent the invites, it was a long shot that you'd even reply. And now you've come all this way for a wedding. Surely there must have been some special reason for you to be here. Like some siren call, maybe? You're a little minx, you know that? You're just like your mother. I'm glad my boys haven't met you. They'd never recover. You have sons? - Yes, two. And someday, I'd like to bring them here.

no, no, no, no, no. Listen, listen, she can't know. I'm going to go. Please stay. Promise me that you'll not tell anybody that I invited you. Okay? Promise? You got it, baby. - It's a promise. I might regret it, but okay. - Okay. There wouldn't, by any chance, happen to be a trouser press on the island, would there? Harry? Bill? I was cheated by you And I think you know when So I made up my mind It must come to an end Look at me now Will I ever learn? I don't know how But I suddenly lose control There's a fire within my soul Just one look and I can hear a bell ring One more look and I forget everything Mamma mia Here I go again My, my How can I resist you? Mamma mia Does it show again? My, my Just how much I've missed you Yes, I've been broken-hearted Blue since the day we parted Why, why did I ever let you go? Mamma mia Now I really know My, my I should not have let you go

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Chapter 20

Chad saw that there was another guy in the room. “Who the fuck are you, man?”

Bob chuckled to himself and thought how much fun it was going to be to break this jerk. “You can call me Master,” Bob told Chad. “Yeah, right. Come on Christy. Lets blow this joint and go have some fun. Screw you creep!” As Chad turned to walk out, he found his legs give out and he ended up on his knees. What is this bullshit, he thought to himself. He felt himself saying, “Oh god Master. I am so sorry I talked that way to you. Please forgive me and punish me for acting like an asshole.” Chad lowered his eyes. On the inside, he could not believe he was saying this but he could not help it. Christy chuckled to herself—looking at this big man on campus now on his knees.

Bob looked at Chad. “You will never talk to me like that again. You are acting like a child. You need to get your behind spanked. I want you to take down your pants and lay over my lap so that you can take your punishment like a good boy.” Chad tried to stop himself but felt him stand up and unbutton his jeans. He pulled them down around his ankles. He then tried hard not to but found his hands hooked on the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down also. He looked down at his normally 8 inch cock and saw this little tiny cock poking out. It could not be more that 3 inches long. What happened to him? He saw this man continue to look intently at him. Chad felt himself walking over to this man and bending over his lap with his butt up in the air. Christy could not believe what she was watching. Her old boyfriend was acting like some little sissy. He was now laying on Master’s lap like a little child ready to get his bare butt spanked. Master raised his hand and began to spank Chad’s exposed ass. He slapped it over and over and it became redder and redder. “I want to hear you crying like the little boy you are,” said Bob. Chad tried hard not to give into this sadistic asshole. Suddenly, Chad felt he could not help it. He began to sob and cry like a baby boy. “Please don’t hit me any more. I will be a good boy.” Chad felt the tears gushing out of his eyes as he sobbed like a five year old. “I’ll be good. Please let me be a good boy.”

Chad resisted with all his effort. What is this bullshit about a little boy? This guy is crazy and I’ve got to get out of here. But then he heard himself saying, “I’m sorry Master. I will be a good boy. I want to be a good boy so bad. Please let me be a good boy for you. Please, please, please.” Chad was unaware of the mind control games that Bob was playing with him. Although in his subconscious Chad was still very much a macho male, Bob was beginning to imprint a desire to explore his bisexual side. And not just in sensitivity. Bob changed Chad’s view of desirable sex. Whereas in the past he would look at every girl and grade their tits and ass and wonder how good a fuck they would be, he now would notice their clothes and makeup and how good they look in their outfits. He would start to notice boys now. He would look at their tight asses and at their crotches. He would wonder how big their cocks were and what they would taste like. He would wonder what it would be like to have them hold him tight and put their arms around him. In short, he was having all these sissy thoughts. On the inside her hated it. Come on—get a hold of yourself, he kept thinking. You don’t like guys like that.

“That ought to be enough for you to learn your lesson, young man,” Bob told Chad. “You may get down and stand over there.” Chad looked over at Christy. Whereas five minutes ago, he thought about how good it was going to be to fuck her, he was now looking at her outfit. What a cute top, he thought. And I just love that skirt. It is so pretty on her. He looked over at Master. God, he is so hot. I can see his crotch of his pants straining to contain him. I bet he has a great big cock in there. I wonder how big it is. Chad felt his now tiny cock get hard as he thought about Bob’s cock. Chad was telling himself to stop this on the inside but he could not. “Crawl over her on your knees, boy” he heard Bob say. Chad could not stop himself from dropping to his knees and crawling over to his new Master. As he approached Master, he lowered his head in a submissive pose. Bob knew that this former cock hound was going to be fun to play with. He began to rub his cock through his jeans up against Chad’s face. You love this and can’t wait to be a sissy cocksucker, Bob imprinted on Chad’s mind.

Chad was going crazy. For whatever reason, this formerly heterosexual basketball star was now thinking only about this man, this Master’s cock. He loved the feeling of it pressed against his face. He wanted to see it, touch it and tongue it. Still in the back, Chad’s subconscious mind was screaming no but he could not consciously resist. He heard Master Bob tell him to unzip Master’s jeans. Chad’s fingers trembled as he reached up to grasp the zipper on Master’s jeans. He pulled it down. Master told him to remove the jeans. Chad pulled Master’s jeans down and off his legs. He sat back up. Master then told him to kiss it all over through Master’s underwear. Chad leaned forward and began to plant kisses all over Master’s cock. He felt it grown in size and harden as a result of his kisses. Chad could not believe how good it felt to feel that hard cock through Master’s underwear.

Bob smiled as he looked down at Chad kissing his cock. “Pull my briefs down and give me the best blow job you can give.” Chad gently pulled Master’s white briefs down his legs and then sat back up. He leaned forward and took Master’s big, beautiful cock into his mouth. He could not believe how good it tasted on his tongue. Chad began to give Master a tongue bath, licking the head of his cock and up and down his long, thick shaft. He took special care to run his tongue all over Master’s big balls and loved the feel of the balls on his mouth. Chad then took Master’s huge cock into his mouth. He did not know that Bob had used his powers to suppress his gag reflect but also to give him the skills of the best porn actress at sucking cock. Chad only knew how much he loved the feeling of Master’s cock as it slid between his lips and down his throat. He wanted so much to take all of it in his mouth. Chad bobbed up and down, taking more and more of it in. Finally, he was able to take all of the big cock in his mouth and felt his nose pushing up against Master’s delightful pubic hair.

Chad then started to suck on the cock for all he was worth. Like the most skilled porn cocksucker, Chad played his tongue over Master’s cock as he deep throated the big penis. He loved the feeling of having a cock in his mouth and began to wish Master would fuck him in his tight little asshole. He could not wait for Master to cum in his mouth and let Chad taste the delicious sperm of Master in his mouth and stomach. Suddenly, Master pulled his cock out of Chad’s mouth. “You have not earned my cum. Even though you want it badly, you will need to earn it by your actions.” Chad was devastated; he began to beg Master to cum in Chad’s mouth. But Bob was adamant. Instead, he called Christy over and told her to finish him off. Christy eagerly moved over, dropped to her knees and began to deep throat Master. She was so proud that she was going to get his cum sprayed in her mouth. She could not believe that Chad had been sucking Master’s cock. What a pansy! Suddenly, she felt Master stiffen and his cock began to spew his cum into her mouth. Christy happily sucked it all in her mouth, savoring the flavor of his cum and swallowed all of it down her throat. She then made sure to clean Master’s cock with her tongue. Christy looked over at Chad and saw how devastated he was at not being able to taste Master’s cum in his mouth. Chad’s jeans were still down around his ankles and his ass was so red from the spanking he got from Master.

“Chad, I am now your Master and Christy is your Mistress. You will obey us without question. You want to please me in anyway possible and you will do anything to earn my cum. You now have embarked down a path toward becoming a fag and you love it. In fact, you can’t wait to become a sissy, making out with other guys. Your Master and Mistress will guide you through this transformation to your new life. If you are very good, you will get to drink from Master’s cock. Even as we speak, your old boy clothes are making you ill. You can’t stand to wear any of your old clothes. What you want is more trendy clothes and new underwear under your new clothes. You will beg your new Mistress to take you shopping and perhaps to help you select some clothes that are more appropriate for a fag to wear.”

Chad summoned up all of his inner toughness. “Fuck you, man. There is no way this is going to happen. I don’t like guys like that. You can’t make me do this. I will not be a sissy for you and there is no way I will ever call you Master. I’m out of here!” Bob smiled to himself. It’s a lot more fun when they try to fight it. “I guarantee you will beg me to let you become my slave. You will beg me to let you become a sissy. You would even beg me to let you wear panties and bras and skirts and dresses if I asked you. You will beg me to let you become another guy’s boyfriend. You are going to become some guy’s personal bitch and male whore. Get back on your knees, you little shit!!” Christy looked down at Chad who was groveling at her feet. He was so pathetic, so sissified as to be begging her to go shopping to buy new clothes for his new life. She knew where she would take him—the mall had a new store for a guy that was all trendy clothes—all the gay guys shopped there. There was also a leather shop downtown in the dodgy part of town that catered to fetish. She would get him all kinds of different clothes from new underwear to clearly gay clothes to more unisex clothes. She wanted him to look like he was gradually changing over to a sissy when he went back to school on Monday. Christy was going to ask Master to give him a new boyfriend also—Lance Peterson. Lance was one of the school’s clearly gay kids—the exact opposite of Chad. Whereas Chad was a real jock, Lance was no athlete. He was a small slender guy with acne all over his face. The perfect new boyfriend for this new fag!

Christy smiled at her former boyfriend. He used to be such an arrogant ladies man and now here he is asking me to take him shopping. She was now his Mistress. She knew that Master expected her to humiliate him and she was going to do his best. “I guess I can take you out but we will have to get you dressed first. Come with me.” Chad followed behind his beautiful Mistress as she led him to the bedroom. She reached into the bag she had packed. Master clearly wanted him to wear clothes more reflecting his new life. Christy pulled out a thin pink crop top and a pair of tiny white shorts. Although they were girl’s clothes, she would make Chad think they were unisex enough for this new pansy. “I bet little Chad would really like to wear these sexy clothes, wouldn’t you?” Chad looked at the pink top and tiny shorts. Inside, he hated this but the mind fuck that Master Bob has done to him clouded his mind.

“Oh, Mistress. Please let me wear these. They will look so good on me. I will love the look and I bet all the guys will really like looking at these on me. Christy smiled and handed them to Chad. He pulled the top over his head. It was really much too small for him and showed off his stomach. He looked like a real fairy in it. He then pulled the little shorts on and noticed that they zipped in the back. They were more like hot pants than shorts. Chad loved the way that the shorts hugged his ass. Christy noticed how his much his underwear lines showed through the tight shorts. He looked like such a fairy sissy in this outfit.

Chad loved this outfit. He thought he looked so hot in it. He didn’t know that Master Bob had altered his body slightly—rounding his ass to look more like a girl’s and softening his body. All he knew was he was really sexy in this outfit and he could not wait to go shopping with Mistress Christy to buy clothes of his own. He wanted to buy lots of new shirts and tight jeans and—he could not believe all the things that he needed. Inside, Chad’s old brain was screaming no but on the outside, he loved every second of his humiliation as Bob looked on proudly. This new fag looks so precious. I am going to send him off to the mall and I’m sure that he will run into someone that he knows. He gave Christy some specific instructions and then told Chad, “If there is any problem that I hear from Christy, then you will come back here and become my dogs’ new bitch.”

Bob wanted to further imprint Chad’s new life on him. He told Chad to sit down and closed his eyes. Bob started further alterations of Chad’s mind. He was going to make sure this former ladies man would never again be that way. Bob started with Chad, “I want you to think of a girl. I want you to think about her taking her clothes off. She slowly unbuttons her top and removes it. She then unhooks her jeans, unzips them and then slowly pulls them off. She is standing there clad only in a sexy red lace bra and thong panty.” Bob knew that inside Chad’s stomach, a growing nausea was growing. He had altered Chad’s brain so that a sexy thought about a girl would hake him violently sick to his stomach. Bob continued, “She then reached behind her and unhooks her bra. She slowly takes it off her shoulders and her perfect tits are exposed to you. She reaches up and plays with her fully erect nipples. She drops her hands to her side and slowly takes her little pair of panties down her legs. You see her perfect ass and her sexy shaved cunt. She reaches down and begins to play with herself—reaching between her legs and playing with her clit. You can tell she is wet.”

Chad was getting really sick. These thoughts of a naked girl were making him so ill that he tried to put them out of his mind. But Master would not stop. “She walks over to you and kneels in front of you. She takes your cock in her mouth and begins to suck you off. She takes your entire cock in her mouth and licks and sucks it. She then releases your cock from he hot mouth and asks you to fuck her cunt. She turns around and bends over so that you can take her doggy style. You put you cock in her juicy cunt and start to fuck her.” Chad was so sick. This was awful thinking about sex with a girl. He screamed, “Please stop. Don’t make me fuck her. I hate sex with girls. They make me sick even thinking about it.”

Master Bob stopped Chad’s thoughts. He knew that the nausea would end immediately when Chad stopped thinking about sex with a girl. But he also knew that this had been permanently imprinted on Chad—he would never again be able to think about sex with a girl without immediate and violent nausea. Even thinking about a naked girl would do this to him.

“Now you are thinking about a handsome man. You look at him and immediately start to get hard. The man unbuttons his shirt and takes it off. His handsome chest is so sexy to you and the pleasure increases for you. He then removed his jeans and you see his hard, sexy legs. You love the look of him in his tight briefs. You can see his big cock straining against the fabric of his briefs and your breathing starts to get shallow. He then hooks his thumbs in his briefs and pulls them down. You see his tight sexy ass and you feel faint. You then see his cock and it is the sexiest and most desirable thing you have ever seen. Your pleasure is increasing like crazy.”

Bob knew that these thoughts were being imprinted on Chad. He could tell how turned on Chad was becoming from these thoughts. “He then turns to you. You sink to your knees and reach out to touch his throbbing cock. You know that you were born to be a cocksucker and you always want to give your lover the best blowjob he has ever had. You lean forward and take his hot cock in your mouth. The first taste of it is so awesome. You are feeling so much pleasure from sucking this man off that you know you have to experience it all the time. You take the cock down your throat and you are an accomplished cocksucking fag. You love the feeling of having a cock in your mouth. The man then removes his cock from your sissy mouth and moved behind you. He positions his cock at the entrance to your puckered asshole. You smile in anticipation and when the man pushes his cock into your ass, you almost faint from the excitement of being butt fucked by your male lover. He continues to push his big cock into your ass and it never hurts. As he inserts his entire cock in your ass, you feel so fulfilled. You know that you were meant to be fucked by men. You love the feel of a cock inside you and your pleasure continues to increase. When he accelerates his fucking of your ass, you find yourself meeting his fucking action with your own ass movement. You can’t wait for him to explode in your ass and fill you up with his delicious cum. When you feel him begin to cum in your ass, you experience the best orgasm that you have ever had in your life. You know that his is what you were born to do and you love it. You love to be a fag and love to dress like the most flaming sissy fag you can imagine”.

Bob looked at Chad. He was in absolute bliss. Bob knew that by using his mind control, he had just imprinted this on Chad. Chad would now never even remotely be able to have any kind of sex with a girl. He would only want to be a cum receptacle for men. Men’s bodies would turn him on and he would fanaticize about boys. He would not be able to keep his eyes off their bodies and would always be thinking about how it would feel to be fucked by almost any man he come in contact with. He would be nearly perpetually thinking about man-to-man sex 24/7. But Master Bob was diabolical. He wanted Chad to feel all this in his outward mind but inside, he wanted Chad to still be the old Chad and to be sickened and horrified by his actions with other men. He released Chad from his programming mode and told him to go shopping with Christy.

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