#these guys have layers. and they're so satisfying to watch come together

[bylertruther]

those mike pov fics that really actually show the difference between mike and will's exterior behavior in the sense that mike sees and knows that will is less "tough" and "masculine" than him, but he doesn't think anything negative of it at all and is trying to break through to will who is trying to hide that bc he feels shame or embarrassment for it..... they jus hit different .

and when will sees that mike won't judge him for his sensitivity and that he actually loves that about him? that mike doesn't view him as any less of a man or view it as abnormal? and so he comes out of his shell and becomes so much more vibrant? bro im tearing up just thinking abt it like—

AND WHEN THAT IN TURN MAKES MIKE COME OUT OF HIS SHELL, TOO, AND BECOME MORE EXPRESSIVE AND VULNERABLE?! GODDDDDDDDD

[leighsartworks216]

Birthday Wishes

Darkiplier x DA!reader

For this one I went with a different POV so tell me if you guys like this way :)

My idea for this came randomly so like, what if the DA remembered when Damien's birthday was and felt the need to celebrate it (because they had in the past) but they just couldn't remember whose birthday they're celebrating, and the entity with the birthday boy inside comes along 👀

Also, this does not correlate to Mark's birthday, Dark's birthday or otherwise, I just kinda had this thought and it possessed me last night to write it so

Warnings: mentions of purgatory, fire/matches and a knife

Word Count: 813

Masterlist

The mansion was quieter than usual today. They took it as a sign; a symbol of graciousness from some entity telling them that they were doing something right. It'd been a long while since they felt something like that, and even longer since they felt they could trust it. After all, the last time they did, they found themselves locked away in a mirror.

The DA closed their eyes for a moment and took a breath. No. Now wasn't the time to think of that purgatory. There were more important matters to attend to.

They returned their attention to the cake in front of them. Well, a cake in the making. It just needed to be put together now.

They slicked a thick layer of icing on top of one cake round and set another on top before repeating, until they had a triple-layer cake. Then, they coated the outside with that same white icing. Occasionally, some would get on their fingers and they would give in and lick it off. The only people who would be eating this dessert lived with them in the manor anyway, so what did it matter?

The spatula glided and smoothed out bumps, odd pulls, and evened out how much icing coated the treat. Only once they were fully satisfied did they step back and set the spatula down.

Finally, a small packet of candles and matches were pulled from off to the side. The candles were plain and small, but holding them brought a sadness they couldn't place. They stuck a few into the cake.

And now that it was finished, the red velvet seemed to taunt them.

Ever since they'd arrived, been plucked from the mirror, they wanted to move on from the past. They could barely remember it anyway - just a fog with passing shapes, the occasional voice that woke them from uneasy dreams. It should have been easy to leave it all behind.

Yet here they were, celebrating a birthday of someone they could hardly remember.

A voice called out their name.

They turned sharply. There, standing at the entrance to the kitchen, was the man that saved them from their reflective hell. The ringing he brought with him was almost soothing.

"What are you doing?" His voice was soft, as though they would shatter if he spoke too harshly with them. They noted the curiosity that peeked through his level tone.

Turning back to the table, to the red velvet cake, primed and ready for a mysterious birthday, they sighed. Their shoulders sagged under the weight of a past they would never remember.

"Something just..." They trailed off. Dark had to wait a good moment before they found their voice again. "I remember celebrating a birthday today. I don't know whose, I just... But I remember it was a red velvet cake, and I know it was today."

With careful, precise steps, he moved from the doorway to the other side of the table. His flickering gaze studied the confection, almost appraising it. By all accounts, it was a perfect cake. His eyes lingered on the candles stuck in on top. Something within him ached. He couldn’t quite place what, or why.

“Who did you plan on celebrating with?” He needed no cursory glance to know nobody else was in the kitchen - the chaos that followed nearly every other ego was a loud enough announcement on its own. He folded his hands neatly behind his back, watching as they did, however, look around the room.

They picked up the matchbox. Dark watched as their nimble fingers struck a match and lit the three candles atop the cake, before blowing out the flame in their hands. They did not stop there, to his surprise. Instead, they moved around the kitchen, grabbing two plates, a knife, and two forks. Once the table was set and prepared, they smiled up at him. The gesture only confused him more. “Why don't you blow out the candles, and we can celebrate together?”

“Why should I be the one to blow them out?”

They looked down at the cake, bashful. “Because you deserve the wish.”

Afterimages of himself flickered, but they all looked at the DA with confusion, astonishment, and wonder. The entity couldn't comprehend that someone would wish to give him something so kind, regardless of how small it may be. Wilford was the only exception, as the gun-toting tv host usually wouldn't stop giving him sweets and meaningless trinkets. But this…

The ego cleared his throat and stepped toward the table. He couldn't recall ever celebrating a birthday before. He couldn't recall celebrating anything, really. Nothing felt important compared to taking down Mark.

Bending at the waist, and with an uncertain glance to the district attorney (met with a reassuring grin and nod), he blew out the candles. The souls inside of him made a wish.

[harrowharkwife]

anyone else getting such a sixth-sense, hair-on-the-back-of-your-neck feeling from these past episodes, that just seems to get louder with each passing week?

it's like the writers *know* they're playing chicken with us at this point- it's not a fourth wall break, but something close to it. a quiet tapping on the glass, a "hey, pay attention, viewers, i'm talking to you," telegraphing a very quiet, but very clear message: hang on. hang in there. you're not crazy, there is something here, it's coming, we're going to do it. but we're going to do it right. and that takes time.

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taylor moved out eddie joined the show, what, four months seasons ago, buck? you could have replaced the couch gotten them together by now.

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you the audience can't keep playing these guessing games, maddie writers. if you can't figure out what he wants, maybe you should tell him us what you want what's gonna happen. (‼️‼️‼️)

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the rules are very simple. one hand must be touching a car at all times. it's a game of endurance, patience. no exceptions. last one standing watching drives home in this beauty gets the prize they've been waiting for. let the games begin!

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our lunch date was 2 o clock, wasn't it? yep. i figured you forgot, but after you canceled the last few times, decided that I would force the issue.

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i don't know. maybe i just don't have the patience for these movies ships anymore, you know? two people meet, you know that they're gonna end up together. and then you have to watch 'em bumble their way through stupid misunderstandings for two hours seasons. i don't know. it's kind of annoying. so you'd rather your rom-coms have less "com?" i don't know. i guess i would rather see two people overcome real problems and... still get their happy ending. that would be more satisfying. yeah, it would be. (‼️‼️‼️)

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i don't understand. isn't this what you've been wanting? what the two of you been working towards? it is, it just feels like i'm waiting for... something. you didn't skip the morning after conversation, chim. you just delayed it. and you added a whole new complicated layer. (‼️‼️‼️)

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we were playing hide-and-seek and he just disappeared. what, do you think maybe he's still hiding? i don't know. it's been a really long time. and i've looked everywhere.

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we're past apologies. this is a promise. i'm not going anywhere. i'm done running.

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but when you are, you'll know. and then you'll be ready.

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hey, karen. it looks like i'll be home a little bit late.

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it was significant, and we want to give the brain story time to heal develop on its own. how long will he be sedated? at least 24 hours. run more tests, then see where we are tomorrow. i have no doubt, but we don't know how he the general audience will or will not respond to the treatment this storyline. we have to be prepared. (‼️‼️‼️)

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you knew. didn't you? i suspected. i didn't know for sure until she called 911.

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today you learned how the element of surprise can refocus a caller's viewer's attention. [a song] was playing on his radio, and by hearing me sing it... it got him to pay attention. (‼️‼️‼️)

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never enough time. until one day work stops, and everything finally comes into focus. you're not sure what you're looking at. what was the point of... any of it?

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that's 'cause you were searching for something. what are you looking for now? that's what i'm gonna find out.

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you guys are really doing it all, huh? marriage, house, and... and kids real, actual, canon buddie? kind of. we've sort of hit a snag on that last part ... nothing seems to get the job done. (‼️‼️‼️)

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he the writers room has been lying right to my face. in his defense, science club sperm donor plot does sound kind of boring. joining was his idea. probably knew it would make a great cover. smart kid. (‼️‼️‼️)

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half the thrill sometimes is doing something and thinking you're getting away with it. (‼️‼️‼️)

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buck! where the hell you this storyline going? pull over! now!

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you woke up behind the wheel with someone poking at you for gay rep, you panicked, hit the gas, and here we are.

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i had to fight every instinct within me not to shove him their relationship in the car and make a beeline to the airport send it out into the world.

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maybe you're the writers are overcorrecting because... because i didn't protect you the story enough. you had to grow up a lot faster than you should have. but that doesn't mean you can keep christopher a kid this story under wraps forever. you can't stop the biological clock from ticking. there a snooze button i can hit? you know, children viewers, they don't just pick up on the things we say and do. they also pick up on the things we don't. (‼️‼️‼️)

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look, i just wanted to come by and apologize for the other night. we pretty much blindsided you, and i really feel terrible about that. that wasn't the right way to ask show you.

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doing nothing is giving me more anxiety than trying to do everything.

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when you're trying and you want it, and it's just not happening, it's devastating.

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how badly do you want to be a really good doctor to make canon buddie happen? enough that i will put myself and my family through another 12 months of hell if i have to repeat this year. but i'm really hoping i don't have to.

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i've been giving this a lot of thought. uh, thinking about, you know, wh-where i am in my life where we are in this story and what i want, and... and how this would fit in with that. uh, and honestly, i... haven't figured any of that out. i have no idea what i want. but it is clear to me... that you the audience know what you want. and one thing i do know is-is that i want to help you have that. are you... are you saying what i think you're saying? i'm saying yes. (‼️‼️‼️)

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no, it wouldn't be enough. we need something stronger. well, you know what? this is a DIY family, so let's DIY it. (‼️‼️‼️)

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all right, you've got 20 minutes to convince me this was a good idea.

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han, what did you do? what needed to be done. set me buddie up on a date without even talking to me the audience about it? well, when you put it like that... that's psychopathic. listen. hen, you need to move on from eva move this plot along. you weren't gonna do anything yourself, so i just gave you a little... nudge.

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turning in those papers the script... makes it real. well, the longer you put this off, the more you're gonna torture yourself. go talk to bobby. then we can move on to the next chapter. (‼️‼️‼️)

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our drivers writers must be testing out programming for our vehicles. they're the ones who figure out the right sequence of maneuvers to get the robot the show, the characters, the audience to do what we want it to. (‼️‼️‼️)

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the robot will be able to take water and soil samples audience reactions. then run tests to detect the presence of the elements needed to support life.

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i've been working on this project for five years now. i'm telling you we cannot do that. all i'm saying is this is our future, and we're gonna get left behind if we don't do something big. (‼️‼️‼️)

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alvin: well, maybe we should change the purpose of our mission. karen: guys, guys, we gotta lower our voices.

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life as you know it is about to change.

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when do you send it into space the world? not for a few more years episodes. we have to make sure every little thing about it is in perfect shape, and then we have to figure out the best way for it to complete its mission. (‼️‼️‼️)

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you are not a firefighter anymore a writer and you're too close to the situation. i love you. now let us do our jobs. bring her buddie back to me, cap writers. guaranteed.

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hey. i'm sorry i was late. the traffic was, you know, traffic. i was starting to think i really did get stood up this time.

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she was afraid you might do something fool-headed and try to force your way inside that building half-ass that storyline. bobby wouldn't let me. how long have they been inside? 20 minutes. feels like forever. it'll be soon.

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the room is a bomb and the door is the fuse.

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when i felt like i'd lost you forever. and it scared me. to think of you being gone. never having a chance to fix things or try again.

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i thought i'd lost you. nope. still here.

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waiting is mind-numbing.

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i thought it would never arrive. came a long way.

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maybe the good luck charm's already working its magic. maybe!

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you teased an unboxing canon buddie the other day. oh, no, no, no. i look horrible we're not ready yet. besides, i can't wait. we'll, um... we'll re-pack it get less obvious about it for now and do it tomorrow in full glam in a big poetic dramatic storyline.

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we're gonna have to cut it apart, piece by piece.

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so, you're really doing it? i'm really doing it. and-and i figure, if i am, i... i should do it right. you know, set them buddie up with the best chance for success. (‼️‼️‼️)

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listen, it's a run of bad luck, but it turns around tomorrow.

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(said in a manner clearly criticizing the 'grifters') the best grifters queerbaiters know how to play on people's the audience's desperation.

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can we please do something about this before something else happens?

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i know we asked a really big favor canon buddie of you. probably too big. and it's-it's okay if you're having doubts. no, guys... you understand, if you changed your mind, we understand. we just can't really handle the not knowing what's going on because, you know, we keep imagining the worst. and after everything we've already been through as gay fans, honestly, it really means a lot... guys, hey, hey, stop. listen to me. i haven't changed my mind. okay? i w-i want to do this for you. i promise. (‼️‼️‼️)

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how long have you known? more importantly, how long you been holding out on us? oh, looks like we're here.

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on the site, there's a little box, "terms and conditions." she checked "i accept." she should have known this would happen. y'all signed up for this!

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you'd think that he'd the writers'd welcome the publicity. well, with publicity comes scrutiny from people like me straight audience.

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at this point, he's all in. time for one last desperate attempt. (‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️)

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do you need a minute? no, i don't-i don't need a minute, i just, uh... sorry, i just, i-i would really rather do this now, like, with, like... right now.

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i mean, the longer we stayed away from the water from making them happen, the more the fear would grow.

which brings us to:

so, what'd she have to say about my future?

🤡

[masterwords]

the silence drowns (epilogue)

Summary: Morgan interrupted Foyet in Hotch’s apartment and saw everything. Now Hotch is staying with Jessica, Morgan is trying to figure out how to save the day and Foyet is on the road.

Warnings: Facial scar, stitches, dressing changes, feeding tube...

Pairings: Hotch/Morgan

Words: 1k

Notes: WE MADE IT! THIS IS IT! We did it, you guys! 37k words...did anyone join me all the way? I hope the ending was satisfying. Let me know? Maybe? Or not. Much love! (Now to finish the other long one I've got going...)

Chapter List

Read on AO3: The Silence Drowns

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The sunlight felt nice on their skin. It's just Hotch and Derek swaying on the breeze in the rough little hammock Derek slapped together in the backyard on a whim. A few hours, his screw gun and a vodka iced tea was about all it took to get the thing together. Garcia yelled at him repeatedly for taxing himself, building something when he was in recovery too but he said it was for him. It would help, so she helped. They built it together.

Now he and Hotch lay together, curled tight, wondering at how peaceful the world feels when they're not trapped inside of a cage of Foyet's making.

Haley and Jack were fussing around the dinner table, setting plates and forks eagerly while Fran taught Jessica how to make her famous tater tot casserole. “It isn't anything fancy,” she said wistfully, watching Jessica place the frozen tots in a layer on the bottom of the dish. “But it'll fill 'em up, and you won't ever hear a single complaint.”

Jessica smiled. It was wary, and her hands still held a fleck or two of gunpowder that she hadn't bothered to pick out. They were like freckles now, reminders of what had happened in Hotch's apartment. The building was emptying, like rats abandoning ship. Served them right, she thought bitterly. They sat by complicit while Hotch and Morgan suffered in those walls, but with news of the second attack and then the landlord...no one much wanted to stay and find out how it would all play out. The building was on the nightly news, made national headlines, and rubberneckers were coming from all over to take pictures. They could burn the place down for all she cared. Aside from walking back inside one time to grab Hotch's important papers and his wedding ring, she didn't plan to go back. Sometime soon, after the biohazard cleaning crew ravaged the place, movers would come and box it all up for donation. Hotch didn't want a single thing left.

Fran placed her hand on top of Jessica's and pulled her close. She'd been doing that a lot the last few days. “You did the right thing.”

She wasn't so sure. She could believe it for a while, but then she saw Hotch's face and she knew packed under those layers of thick white gauze was a mess of spidery black stitches holding his face together. His face. Maybe she saved their lives, maybe maybe not. Derek might have managed something too and without so much collateral damage. She'd changed Hotch forever, he couldn't look in the mirror and she couldn't look at him. “Sweetheart,” Fran said, drawing her back to reality. “Finish the tots and go outside. Sit with him.”

Derek told him he was still pretty. Every chance he got, he would change the bandage (after Hotch changed his) and he would lay feather light kisses along his jaw before putting the new layers of gauze over it. In the meantime, he simply repeated himself. “You're so damn beautiful, baby,” and Hotch couldn't complain about being called baby right now. Sometimes Derek pushed it, called him sweetheart or honey, but he mostly stuck to baby.

She hadn't been alone in a room with Hotch since it happened. A group, sure, and she could look anywhere but his eyes. That was easy. She could be around. Derek kept trying to force her to be alone with him though, so did Fran, but she just couldn't stomach it. She may have held herself together after the gunshot that nearly killed Foyet (the cockroach was still hanging on, but the doctors were sure he wouldn't survive the damage) but she couldn't stomach the guilt. He'd be too nice, he'd thank her for what she did, and she'd fall apart.

But tonight was their last night in Virginia. They were cleared to travel and had plans to stay with Fran for a few months in Chicago to try and heal, figure out how in the hell to move forward after this.

She let Derek convince her, finally. He traded her places, she had no choice. She had to see him, he means everything to her and it's been easy not to see him because he's been surrounded by people who love him. Haley and Jack were back, they were safe, she saved them maybe. They won. But she hasn't felt much like a winner and now he was leaving, after all of that she was losing him...maybe for a few months, maybe he'd fall in love with Chicago and stay forever.

“You know,” she started, taking the feeding supplies from Derek with a nod. “It's so nice not having to hear you talking all the time,” she says around tears. “Your voice drives me crazy.”

He couldn't smile and he couldn't reply, but her hands fumbled around a syringe and his feeding tube in direct opposition to what she said. She loved him. To the ends of the earth, she loved him. She hadn't been alone with him but she had learned this part. After all, he was unable to eat because of her. (The canned response of course was that it was because of Foyet and yeah she got that...she wasn't stupid, she wasn't the one with the knife to his throat but dammit she was the one with the baseball bat. That knife never would have touched his face if not for the Louisville slugger he took to the back of the skull.) He watched her careful hands work and wished he could say something to her.

Thank you, really. That was all he wanted to say and she hadn't given him one single opportunity to say so.

His hand rested against her thigh and she turned her eyes to his. Slowly, like she had to drag them, and in that one moment she could feel the heat and the desperation of his forgiveness. He didn't hate her and he didn't blame her. He loved her.

Before bed, every night, he peeled back the gauze to let his wound breathe. That was what they told him to do. But he always did it in the dark, in the bathroom alone. He couldn't see it all but he could see enough. His mouth turned up in a jagged mockery of a smile. Twisted webs of stitches casting shadows, spider legs creeping along a fault-line permanently cut into tectonic plates. His face was forever changed, but maybe his heart didn't have to be.

He was hoping to find peace and redemption in Chicago.

[immaculatetfs]

Couple Looking

Caleb checked his new profile. Him and Ethan had been growing further and further apart in the past year. a threesome spice things up, he promised himself, looking over the newly created profile.

After a minute of looking through local gays, the unmistakable drroup of a new message rang out, a banner falling down reading“DaddyBear69 has messaged you”

“Facepick?”

Some things never changed. Caleb scrolled through his gallery, crawling through an eternity of pets, friends and food before finally getting a nice picture of them as a couple.

Caleb similed, memories of what Ethan and he had done in those woods filling his mind. It seemed that these days the only thing Ethan did was work, always coming back late and too tired to do anything but sleep and watch TV.

“You guys are hot ;)”

“Babe?” Ethan walked into the room, sweaty from his morning run. “Any luck?”

Caleb turned the phone to his husband, showing the beefy bear to him.

“Woof” he chuckled.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”Caleb smirked ”When did you wanna get him over?”

“Dunno, round 10? I always like it better in the morning”

“Sure, I’m free all Saturday”

He informed their new partner that they were interested, giving him the details.

“Great ;) see you guys then”

That was surprisingly simple, Caleb thought. Now all he had to do was wait

Saturday morning, the couple were woken by a powerful nock at their door. Caleb looked over to the alarm clock and groaned, it was already 10:15..

Shit

Ethan, always the morning person, shot out of bed and strode towards the door buck naked.

“What are you doing?”Caleb hissed

“He’ll see us like this anyway, no point in false modesty” his partner shrugged

Before Caleb could reply, Ethan had already left. He could hear footsteps going up to the door, and the subsequent squeak of its hinges. Ethan's voice was muffled by the walls, accompanied by another, much deeper voice that Caleb assumed belonged to their visitor. Cursing, he pulled himself out of bed and hastily shoved on some underwear, a pair that he only realized were inside out when he reached their guest.

He was much bigger in person than he had been from the picture he had sent, towering over both of them at what must be 6’5 in height. A tight, strained gym shirt and shorts hugged his meaty body, exposing the curly black forest of hairs across his forearms and shins. It seemed as though all the hair that on his head had instead dispersed across his massive body.

The stranger smirked at him as he playfully slapped his husband's bare ass, leaving a faint red mark.

“Should we get started?”

Blushing, Ethan showed the bull of a man to their room. He seemed to follow Ethan’s example, leaving a train of sweaty clothes across the hallway. Caleb frowned at this, but Ethan hardly noticed.

Standing fully nude before them, he was the epitome of raw masculinity, all mature sweat, muscle, hair, and shit-eating grins. Ethan usually topped, but it was plain from where Caleb had sat that he would be bottoming today. Ethan plopped down onto the bed, his cock taught and red as his legs were pulled apart in front of him. Calloused hands explored his legs, feeling across his tight claves and up to two chunky pale thighs, while Ethan's fingers glided through a sea of curly black chest hair.

Caleb couldn't help but notice that The stranger’s cock was unnaturally large, 12 inches and as thick as a coffee mug, yet it seemed like it was still growing. Ethan moaned as his feet were grabbed up to the stranger's mouth where his fat pink tongue began to explore their thick rough skin.

Are you going to join in? Caleb heard his husband say, half a moan, half a question.

No, no I'm fi…. Shit!

Caleb's eye’s had left his husband's feet and noticed the size that the stranger’s member had grown to. It was inhuman, a fat heavy cock that was now almost as big as the thighs is swung next to. The stranger must have noticed the stare as the man left Ethans’s toes and give a wicked smile to Caleb, right before he pushed Ethan's slick, wet feet back together and slowly pressed them into the fat red mushroom head of his oversized cock.

Caleb found he could not move, only able to watch as his husband was slowly swallowed by the stranger’s python. It seemed to move up his body, immobilizing Ethan as he moaned in ecstasy, feeling as his body became enveloped with the warm, musty glory of this masculine cock.

Soon it was up to his torso

“I-- i can't feel my legs”

‘They're long gone boy, melted into my thick, hot spunk”

“I-- I don-”

“Is that what you want? Do you want to be daddy’s streaming, salty musky baby batter?”

“I---”

“you want to be daddy’s cum” his voice commanded

“Yes daddy”

“Good”

The process sped up. Within a minute, all that was left of Ethan was a head poking out of a massive cock, liquidating as walls of the shaft transformed Caleb's husband into nothing but clear, slick pre-cum.

The Stranger ran his hands over his massive leaking cock, grunting in satisfaction. When he was satisfied that it was done, he glanced over to the immobile Caleb.

“Did you like that boy?” his eyes were Caleb's underwear, noticing the wet patch that had formed in his tenting underwear

Meekly, the smaller man nodded, his eyes never leaving the cock that contained what used to be his husband

“Did you want to join him?”

“Huh?’

“Join him”

“I don-”

“Join him” his voice was steel

“Join him” Caleb repeated

“Good.”

Before he knew it, Caleb was kneeling on the floor, that massive, musky cock dripping proudly before him. The shaft had shrunk after Ethan had been consumed, but attached to it were hairy balls as huge as udders. He placed his hand gently onto them, feeling the warmth of the wrinkled, hairy skin.

“Don't give me blueballs, kid. Get into it”

The mushroom head of his cock was angry red underneath his foreskin. Caleb took it into his mouth, the salty earthy taste of it overwhelming his senses. a rough hand grabbed his hair and pushed him down, sending the massive cock down into his throat, then rhythmically pulling him back. The wild forest of pubes tickled Caleb’s face, but nothing mattered but the rhythmic movement of being facefucked.

8==>

The stink of sweat and musk cloying to the man made Caleb dizzy, barely noticing his arms and legs retreated into his body. His organs were rearranging, stretching out to become a simple, straight passage down from mouth to his as. An ass which was in its own way transforming, widening as it came to resemble a cockslit. With one last push down onto his balls, Caleb's mouth fused to the stranger's crotch. He felt the cock inside in his mouth dissolve, a wave of cum entering what had been his mouth, and beginning to flow through him. His face smoothed out into the soft skin of cockflesh. Veins spring up across his body as the stranger’s blood pumped through his body, turning his soft, spongy flesh hard to the touch. He felt warm rough hands massaging his sensitive body, creating a combination of pressure and pleasure that turned his brain into cockflesh. His ass ballooned out, a layer of protective skin covering it to form the shape of a mushroom head.

He could no longer think or speak, so Caleb’s entire world became feel. He craved the sense of touch, the feel of hands tugging him and massaging him. He wanted to be squeezed into a tight wet hole as his owner plunged him again and again into some bottom, to be warm and wet as a talented tongue expertly moved across his hard bulging body. When it came, the orgasm of the man he now only knew as ‘master’ was the only thing that seemed to matter in the world, ‘Caleb’ not even realizing it was his life partner’s essence flowed through his body in blissful pulses, soaking the bed they had slept in just that very night

“That has to be the best one this month,” Chuck thought to himself, watching as the spunk that had been the puny man congealed across the bedsheet. “Never even got their names” he examined his python, grown by an inch from his new addition. “Eh, doesn't matter. They're gone permanently” he gave a rich, hearty laugh to himself, admiring his work and he pushed out the last few drops of Ethan from his new cock.. He looked down at his phone, displaying 15 new messages from Grindr. He smirked, put his clothes back on, and went off to his next victims.

[gillianthecat]

The Devil Judge: Episode 4

I just finished The Devil Judge and something about this show compelled me to take copious notes - it had emotional intensity and layers of mystery. These are long and rambling, so they're likely not of interest to anyone else, but since I spent all that time writing it I decided, why not post it. Perhaps someone will find it interesting.

Below are my moment-to-moment reactions, predictions and analysis as I watched episode 4.

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This contains SPOILERS up through ep. 5

This is cleaned up only slightly. I followed the spelling given in the Viki subtitles. I mostly don't explain what I'm reacting to, so this will probably only make sense if you've seen the episode recently. Occasionally I give timestamps. I took these notes while re-watching the beginning after writing this post and this. I had watched up through episode 5, so some notes reference things that happen later.  

"You investigated a promising politician 19 years ago for accepting bribes. You knew that this politician did not accept money."  ...declared guilty, ended up committing suicide, "leaving behind a so who was a middle school student" (5:00)

Oh. Is this connected to Mysterious Assistant? He's crying and says thank you.  So who is he? If true, why does Y do all this to avenge this guy's father? 

(17:00)  giving him the watch. "because from this moment on, you need to live in the same time as me."  !!!

"Do I have to dress you?" "I can dress myself"  !!!

Probably worth looking at the lyrics of this song, seems to be their theme. (The English one, mentions drought)

Ooh erotic tension. 

The reveal shot! (17:53). So filmed like a romance here. 

Possessive of G in his clothes! Jealous of E pulling him away! 

The small satisfied smile (19:50). And it looks to me more like fondness than satisfaction at a plot coming together. And I believe the actor is good enough to make that distinction clear. 

Identical outfits except black coat/white coat! 

G is such an ingenue in this whole gala scene.  Y's proprietary smile! Dragging by the wrist! 

At the dinner party- all our main players except Minister Cha, prez's wife. 2 other women- the businessmen's wives? One empty seat and yet Y and G are next to each other at the end of the table.  

Devilish dinner party. Devilish laughter. Feels like a scene from The Great Gatsby. 

Ooh. The chairman's hand is on the waitress's ass.  The shot makes it hard to tell. 

Interesting that the case JSA chose was a sexual assault one. I presume she was the one who made that case happen. 

What JSA tells G about Y: minute 36. 

(37:50) the car ride home. Y's fingers on the window, very sultry. Grabbing the wheel: pay attention to me!!

Yeah, despite the topic, Y's tone reads to me like genuine flirtation, not like an attempt to corrupt. There's a slight unguardedness to him. I think despite himself. He just wants G's attention on him always. 

(1:00:35). Conversation in the study after the flogging. 

Yeah here y is not flirting and you can see the change in his demeanor. His guard is up. 

What here is calculated? His anger feels vulnerable, but only after G asks if he killed Isaac. After Y throws G to the floor his rant seems more calculated. 

(1:02:30) church fire flashback. 

Present: chairman Seo, Prez Heo and wife, minister Cha and husband, both businessmen and their wives. Not JSA. 

Not the point, but Ji Sung looks hot in every outfit. 

The fire flashback choreography felt odd, I don't know if that's because the flashback was false or not. Why did it take Y so long to notice the fire behind him? But the pauses are probably just for dramatic effect. 

Oh, Isaac does lose his glasses in the fire. 

Not sure how Y and E survived, or at minimum got severely burned. Is it because the flashback is a lie or is it a storytelling convenience? 

Is the cross on his back from the wood that fell on him here?

Cha Gyeong Hui is the only person we see directly harming his family, (stepping over Elijah). I guess prez pushes him aside as he tries to go in to save his family. . And no one helps. 

(1:15:30) "Indeed, people like these sort of stories."

But his expression before, even with his back turned to G. That looked like real anguish. Is his statement a defense mechanism? Trying to gather himself back to his cold avenger persona after being so vulnerable with G? Or was he lying? 

The song that immediately starts! "I don't know what my expression is. In my memory of the past. Even though I tried to recall it, I can't remember it at all. I can't breathe."

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