#this turned into a diary my bad to my 20 followers

[hayw1res]

stubborn princess and the silent knight.. !

a/n: ive been writing this for a month like guys life has been… life okay. ill do the kinktober list….. maybe soon . this isnt proofread and its kinda fast paced? idk guyys

warnings: drinking , kissing , “secret identity” , nothing 18+ yet folks

pairing: knight! megumi x princess! reader

you hated it, oh how you hated your father - the king, your mother - the queen, you even hated the maids and various servants who called upon you to serve your every beck and call. you hated it all, but you loved looking from your terrance down to the knights in training, the boy with jet black hair and a scowl on his perfect face.. oh how you loved to think of him while you swooned over the side of the balcony, clutching your chest in hopes he didnt see you staring so intently. the way he sparred with almost little effort put into the fight, the way his sword always glistened from his upkeep, the way hed wipe the sweat from his brow, but constantly ask to continue fighting.

oh everything about him was just so dreamy.. you'd write in your diary about him. about your fantasies.. about how you wished to be together one day - for him to teach you the way of the sword and for you to tend to his wounds when he ever gotten hurt.. you ached for just a sentence to fall from his pretty lips, just for one day call you his own.. to call you his princess.

your fantasy cut short when your father called you down for supper, he wasn't a bad man, he was no tyrant.. but you fell victim to his expectations. you were nearing 20 , unmarried and still unwilling to court- your parents started to grow impatient..almost everyday a new prince from a "far away kingdom" would trot his was to your throne to ask your hand in marriage, each answer stayed the same... a big fat no.

"my dear.. the prince of homsworth would make a fine husband would he not?

your father spoke, it broke you from your daydream.

"father, i dont need to wed yet.. besides wouldn't you rather i fall in love? have a man swoop me off my feet rather than settle for the next prince up.." you muttered the last part to yourself, your mother clearing her throat after you

"me and your father courted young- we didnt know it then but we were in love.. how shall you know love if you never experience it-" she went on and on, during about responsibility and what a good princess should act like... this talk again, always on and on about how a princess shall act - how a princess shall talk - how she shall dress.. all of it went through one ear and out the other.

supper always went this way, they argue and dispute about your unwillingness to marry, you tell them no and finish dinner, then you run away to your room and rest the night away.. you were used to this song and dance already- you lived the same day over and over again without fail.. it was tiresome. just as you were about to place your napkin on the table and push your chair away to excuse yourself, your father stopped you.

"ive arranged something, darling.. an escort. we are worried about you" he says kindly as he motions for one if the knights to step forward, dawned in nothing but chainmail and metallic clothing, the knight bows to you.

"he. is your personal knight. for your safety and for my own concern of you... sneaking out at night." the king adds on, your mother nodding in agreement. sneaking out? how dare they assume you of such low standard.. you may hate the constant reminder but - you still were a princess.. the future ruler of this kingdom.

"id never. you say with a scoff, standing up to excuse yourself, forgetting you now be followed by silent footsteps. they followed you from the grand hall, to the corridor, to the entrance of your bedroom. you huff and turn around, the idea of the knight following you everywhere both annoyed and excited you.. yes you hated the idea of not being able to sneak out anymore— but a knight? Your knight, that did anything you’d ask him to..

You sat and pondered at the door, awkwardly asking him if he were to follow you to your bedroom or stay out here- and much to your surprise the silent man turned to stand guard at your large double doors. You couldn’t help but think..when did he rest? when did he eat? when did he have time to do.. anything? so many questions remained unanswered as your infatuation grew- mixed with the curiosity of who was under that mask.. you hoped it was the boy with the jet black hair.

“well.. goodnight” you spoke quietly , receiving only a nod in return.

that started you nightly routine for months.

each and everyday he would follow you around, do small tasks you asked of him, and everynight he would stand guard outside your doors. you wondered if he enjoyed this or secretly hated you.. you wondered if you were even kind enough to him for him to enjoy his job.

“oh well..” you whisper to yourself at night as you covered your body with the thick blankets given to you from the maidens.. winter was coming fast.

the next morning you received notice that your knight would be gone for the day, apparently he was leading some other younger recruits in training, so you had a replacement ! he was much more.. talkative than what youre used to. you thought it was fun, speaking to him almost all day.

his name was yuji , he apparently been training here for years and is on the same rank as your knight which you learn is named megumi.

“megumi has always been like that, quiet i mean.. its not because he hates you he just takes a while opening up!” yuji heard all about it, he wanted you guys to be buddies. especially because he wanted to secretly also be buddies with the princess, but that was besides the point.

“im sure if you keep being kind to him, eventually he will start talking —maybe talk about his interests ! i think its just fighting though.. occasionally ill see him writing in a little journal too!” yuji exclaimed excitedly , you nod.. maybe that’s exactly what you’ll do.

the next few days went by quickly, you and yuji became a bit closer and your father started to slowly stop asking you about marriage since every single time you just ignore him or say “no” . today was the day megumi came back from training , unfortunately that meant yuji went back to his usual schedule but that didnt mean you couldn’t visit him!

megumi was stoic as always, standing beside you as you walked down the halls of your castle.. you sigh as you turn to look at him.. he still had that damn helmet on.

“I heard from Yuji that your name is Megumi.. is that true?” You ask , a basket in your arm as you prepared to go to the garden

megumi could only hum, at least you got that out of him..

“right.. you know my name of course. i didnt take yuji to be such a talker, i thought all you knights were strong silent types”

before you could reach for the door he already opened it for you, leading out to the large greenhouse you kept.. you smile and walk ahead of him.

the sun was bright today, though it was approaching winter it seemed the winds were lower .. a moderate temperature. you walked into the greenhouse and started to tend to your plants, picking off a few you wanted to add to the pots around the castle

“so.. do you do anything other than this?” you ask, trying to get the silent man to open up. he stays silent for a while.

“.. i enjoy sparring” he says finally, the deep rumble in his voice almost makes you crumble. you giggle at the answer.. of course he would enjoy something like that.

“right.. i see you guys usually from my balcony. it seems a bit harsh.. but i get it for practice” you continue picking flowers until the basket is full, turning back to the knight

“its a wonderful day outside.. shame we have to stay indoors and miss the festival.” you catch him off guard, a princess such as yourself being interested in the commoners dance? he and yuji participated often, mainly because yuji enjoyed them most of all.. megumi only went to make sure yuji didnt do anything stupid. the knight let out a hum, a noise that almost startled you.

“sounds like you don’t believe me.. didnt father tell you why you are hired in the first place..?” You chuckle, picking up the basket of flowers .. he knew of the mischief you got up to at night.. he knew you would sneak out your bedroom window in a gown to fit in while you danced and drank with the common folk. he knew this all because you intrigued him.. from the moment he seen you watching his training on the balcony.

“.. yes” he said simply, following behind you back to your room as the sun began to set. you were surprised he said anything.. his deep but smooth voice almost made you melt

“i know you leave the castle often.. you come back smelling of booze but you look- happy almost..” he continued until you both reached the doors to your room.

“then..?” you turn to him, expecting him to just shut you down and make you go to bed.. but something about his demeanor today.

“then.. i hope you dont get hurt” he says under his breath, almost a silent way of telling you to enjoy yourself, of course he would be watching you all night anyways. he always did when you went out.. always.

the night progressed as usual, you went to your room and he guarded your door..except tonight was the night of the festival. at a shivering 2 am you dressed in a black gown and climbed out your bedroom window to join in on the festival! there was dancing and singing, chanting of prayers, drinks being passed about every which way, this is what you were missing being stuck in that godawful castle all your life, and now that you were older you were able to enjoy them to the fullest in secret.

you danced, you sang and you drank until you felt your body lighten and you never felt better. you couldn’t help but feel a pair of eyes lingering on you that night.. more than usual at least. you stumble and make your way to the path that lead to a hidden entrance to the castle, one close to your room. you heave as small breaths leave your body.

footsteps trail behind you and you freeze, usually you never had an issue with people following you home or drunkards stumbling on the path, almost always finding a way to slip away undetected. you start to speed up as much as your heels would allow on the rough terrain. you almost fall until a pair of arms catch you, fear washes over you for a second before you hear him.

“Are you alright..” His soft voice hit your ears and you sigh .. that voice again

“Fine…Fine now.” The adrenaline washed over you knowing it was just megumi, his hands felt soft.. you turned to look at him finally, but he wore a mask. go figure i guess.

“I guess.. we go home now?” You say , almost as if you were inviting him- like you don’t live together practically. You begin your walk he was silent for a while, just following you while you make your way to the castle.. going on and on about the festival as if you hadn’t experienced the same things. He didnt care though, he didnt care that you talked so much about your day because he wanted to hear it from your perspective.

The night was young , once you two made it back to the castle and your room..it was like your conversation made time go by faster.. talking to- or rather at him was refreshing. Even if he was just behind a mask.

“Want to just.. come sit inside?”

“..Okay..”

How did those few words end up with the two of you in a dark room, making out like a couple of teenagers? You couldnt tell.. you complimented his mask, almost got him to take it off.. he convinced you maybe its better to turn the lights off and you.. believed him.

Now the two of you sit on your bed, hands roaming eachothers bodies in a hot , steamy , messy makeout session.. tongues clashing in a battle for dominance you were slowly losing. You didnt even care that he were your knight.. you didnt care about anything other than how he felt right about now.

that feeling didnt last forever.. soon the gasping of air filled the area , you wanted more, needed it..

but your eyes shut gently .. you feel sleep taking you away and by the time you wake hes gone..

“ugh.. my head hurts..”

[heavy-buddy]

saw the tags to a post I made a while back while scrolling through my blog

What the fuck?

[witchesverse]

girlfriend killer.

pairing: dark!agatha x fem!reader

summary/request: I don’t know if you are accepting request but if you are I have an idea for Agatha Harkness and R… AU where R has had horrible luck in love. Every partners R has dies. R always finds comfort in her friend and neighbor, Agatha. R has no idea Agatha is killing R’s partners so that no one will ever take R away from Agatha..

content: noncon, mention and small descriptive of murder, mention of stabbing, mention of drowning in bleach, heavy manipulation, HEAVY TOPICS, funerals, mention of missing people, cum eating, pussy eating, strap-on sex, small mommy kink, knife play, crying, cum-filled strap, tummy bulges, humiliation, kidnapping, cutting.

a/n: this is honestly the darkest fic i've ever written and i loved writing it. (shoutout to @beggingforyours for being my assistant in writing this)

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You sniffled and wiped at your nose as tears stained your cheeks. You held a small rose bouquet; they were her favourite flowers. You were surprised that you were able to hold your sobs back as they lowered your late girlfriend into the ground.

"Come here, dear."

Your neighbour, Agatha held her hand out for you. You buried your face in her neck and cried. She held you and rubbed circles on your back.

For the past few years, you have had horrible luck with love. All of your partners have passed away in tragic accidents or have gone missing. This was the fourth girlfriend that you have attended a funeral for, and you don't know how much more you can take.

Without Agatha, you don't know if you would still be here. She has nursed you back to health after each funeral. Your friends would tell you Agatha was creepy and weird, but Agatha was your rock.

"Shall we go back to my place?" Agatha whispered.

Whilst still sobbing, you nodded.

-

It had been two weeks since the funeral and you hadn't left Agatha's house once. You had no reason to with how good Agatha cared for you.

Occasionally, Agatha had to leave for work reasons which left you alone in her house for a few hours. Agatha had one rule at her house.

Do not enter her basement.

It was an easy rule to follow. Half the time you forget the basement existed. But waiting for her to arrive back home got boring, so curiosity struck.

The wooden steps creaked underneath your steps, making you cringe each time. You dragged your hand across the wall, silently triumphing once you found the light switch and turned it on.

The basement looked normal. A large desk was at one side of the room and was covered with books and papers, and red paint splattered on the floor.

You didn't know Agatha enjoyed art.

A frown settled across your face when you noticed the weapons around the room. There must have been at least 20 different weapons. You guessed she enjoyed collecting them.

You looked at the papers and books on her desk, recognising a few titles but a diary caught your eye. You know it's bad to look at someone's diary but you couldn't help it.

Entry 42: Murder #4 I killed Darcy Lewis with a Zombie knife. The blade perfectly pierced her skin and ripped it up as I pulled it out. I smile remembering her screams for help and her promises to leave Y/n alone. Once she was weak, I held her head under bleach-

You slammed the diary closed and grasped onto the table. You felt like you were going to puke. You covered your mouth with your hand and cried.

Agatha Harkness was a fucking murderer.

She had murdered Darcy, the girlfriend who you had just buried two weeks ago, and she had comforted you through it. Darcy's body was never found, but if you continued reading, you were positive you would know where it was.

Darcy promising to leave you alone made questions swirl in your head.

Why did she say that? Is Agatha targeting your lovers? Did Agatha kill your other girlfriends? Why you?

You had to tell the police. You grabbed Agatha's diary and searched for anything else that could be evidence.

Loud claps rang throughout the basement and you froze.

"It looks like we have a little rule breaker, isn't that right, hon?"

Agatha stood at the bottom of the staircase and looked at you with an amused smile. She balanced a small knife between her fingers.

You swallowed, trying to find your voice.

"Y-You fucking killed her." You shrieked.

Agatha shrugged.

"Did you kill the others?" You asked but shook your head after "No. No, don't tell me. Just get out of my way so I can tell the police and get your insane ass in jail."

Agatha's eyes narrowed, her amused expression disappearing. You shuffled backwards as she stalked closer.

"Oh no, baby." She tsked "That's not how you talk to mommy."

A wave of confidence washed over you and you ran. You didn't get far. Her hand reached out and grabbed onto your hair, yanking you into her. Her diary flew out of your hands and you pushed away from her.

Agatha was stronger than you and kept her hold. She forced you on your knees and held the tip of her knife underneath your chin to keep your head up. Her grasp on your hair was painful.

"Why?" You cried.

Agatha rolled her eyes, "Those bitches weren't good enough for you so I had to remove them."

"You don't get to decide what is good-"

Her knife nicked your cheek as she slapped you. The unexpected slap shocked you and you didn't know how to reply.

"But I do get to decide."

She roughly pulled you to your feet and shoved you into the table. You grunted as your front collided with wood. Agatha pinned you down with one hand and held her knife in the other.

"Don't move unless you want to be cut."

You couldn't control your tears and cries.

Agatha used her knife to cut a hole in your pants, revealing your panties to her. She placed her knife on the table. She pushed your panties to the side and groaned at the sight of your bare cunt.

You held back a sob as her fingers dragged through your slick. She moaned at the taste of you on her fingers. She lowered her face to your cunt and licked a stripe up it.

Her moans caused vibrations and you shivered against her.

She pulled away from you and you heard her taking her pants off. There was the click of something opening and closing, and then you felt the head of a cold, lubed strap pushing into you.

"Please, Agatha." You sniffled, "Don't do this."

Agatha grabbed a fistful of your hair and shoved your face into the table, "Shut up and take it."

Her strap easily pushed into you. You cried as the stretch burned and your walls clung to her. She slowly pumped into you, thankfully letting you adjust before her speed increased.

The basement was filled with your moans, your skin slapping together and the wet noises your cunt made.

Agatha pulled you up into her chest, her hand finding its way around your throat and fingers twisting and tugging at your nipples. You moaned loudly and your head fell onto her shoulder. Agatha kissed your neck before sucking and licking at it.

Her hands rested on your tummy, "You feel that? That's how deep my dick is."

You whimpered.

Agatha started to softly moan and grunt in your ear, and you knew you were both getting close. She dug her fingernails into you, carving crescent-moon marks into your skin.

Agatha moaned loudly and forced you back onto the table. You felt warm liquid squirt inside of you, which pushed you over the edge into your orgasm.

Your head went blank and you pressed yourself into Agatha's strap until you came down from your high. You couldn't deny that orgasm was one of the best orgasms you had ever had.

Agatha turned your body around and pulled her strap out. She wrapped her arms around your legs and licked at you, cleaning you up.

You softly cried at the realisation of everything.

Your sweet, perfect neighbour has been murdering your partners for years and she had just fucked you in the same room she killed them in.

What's going to happen to you?

[ninigummysmile]

𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐲 - 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞́

Summary: Everyone thinks Rosé is naive, but you discover that she's not so innocent when you read her diary

Sub!Rosé x Dom!Fem!Reader

Category: Smut

Warning: This story contains +18 content. It is not the responsibility of the author if minors read it.

Important: English is not my first language so, please, forgive me if there are any mistakes

Words: 1.700

You are not one of the most studious students, who gets the highest grades and who manages to answer all the exercises. But you don't do too badly either, you have relatively good grades, an average student and you do what you can to pass the year.

That's why you're not in Rosé's circle of friends. She is an exceptional student, who gets top marks in all subjects and is always praised by teachers as an example to be followed.

You've watched her from afar and like everyone else, you can deduce that she's a sweet, kind girl who tries to help however she can. And that's why there are people who take advantage of her, leaving her with a reputation for being naive and trusting others very easily.

Do you really believe that she is the exception to "the quiet ones are the worst", because as someone who doesn't go to parties, just studies and dedicates herself to it and usually doesn't react to certain mean jokes made in class can have a polluted mind?

You snap out of your daydream when the bell rings and slowly start to pack up your stuff, briefly saying goodbye to your friends, you get up and sling your bag over your back when you spot a small book under a chair. It probably fell when someone was putting his stuff away and didn't notice it missing.

You pick up the little book and on the first page it says “This diary belongs to Rosé ” in a pink glitter pen.

Thinking it disrespectful to pry into someone's life in this way, you keep the diary with the intention of returning it first thing tomorrow morning.

During the afternoon you tried everything in your power to forget about the damn diary kept in your backpack. What could be more in those pages? Probably just reports of what her days are like and important memories she doesn't want to forget...

You know you'll be invading her privacy if you read something that personal, and you feel bad just imagining yourself reading it. But you were always so curious, stubborn and that when you want something you go to the end. You decide that you will only read the first few pages with the certainty that there will be nothing dark and if you start reading something too intimate, you will stop immediately.

You place the diary on top of your bed and after long minutes staring at the cover, you open it again to the first page and read the small name again. “Rosé”. You're about to learn things about a classmate that you've never seen speak openly about herself to others.

Turning to the second page, the title “Thought 23” appears large. You realize that this must be the second version of a diary. In cursive it reads:

“Today she was biting the top of her pen while she was concentrating on paying attention in class and I couldn't help but imagine that same mouth biting my nipples.”

You stop for a second wide-eyed and trying to decipher if that's what you just read. Does Rosé, the innocent, sweet, kind girl just write that kind of thing when no one is around?

Your eyes automatically return to the paragraph and continue:

“With your hands trailing all over my body while your mouth plays with my breasts. I already imagined her beautiful lips on all parts of my body, especially on my pussy, but I can't deny that the sight of her swallowing my breasts must be magnificent.”

You swallow hard. So Rosé imagines herself with another girl? And it's not just thoughts, to begin with there are more than 20 and for her to write, they are more than imaginations, it's a desire that she unconsciously wants to really happen.

On the third page, a new title, “Thought 24” occupies the first lines.

“Y/n. It's all that occupies my mind. Y/n, Y/n and Y/n.”

That's what you read? Does Rosé think of you? Is the diary about you? Are these imaginations all about you?

“Y/n, who has a pretty face when she's trying to solve an exercise and I wonder if that's the same look she has when she's about to come. With her furrowed brows and a little pout that makes me want to kiss it away.”

Your breathing quickens and you are momentarily dizzy, absorbing that the diary concerns you. The book is not all complete, looking for the last filled page, you find “Thought 32”. You ponder whether from the beginning this is about you or what page it started from.

After reading everything, you don't know how you're going to return the lost diary, you don't even know if you can look her in the eyes and pretend you don't know anything.

The next morning, you hope to find the blonde hair in the hall before you enter the classroom because that way it will be less embarrassing. You catch them from afar and when she approaches you say “good morning”.

“Good morning” she replies with the same shyness as always and staring at the floor.

“Can we talk?” she nods and you walk into a room that you know won't be used during that time of day. You take the diary out of your bag and hold out your hand for her to take. “I found it yesterday under your chair, I believe it fell and you didn’t notice”

You can see her cheeks flush and her hands grab the material quickly putting it inside her bag. “You read?” her voice is weak and full of shame.

“No” you reply and take a deep breath. “Yes, I read it” you confess. “I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't have, but my curiosity increased tenfold when I found out it was a diary!"

She doesn't know what to say, she just wants a big hole to form around her and swallow her whole. She mentally already makes plans to change schools and not need to look at you ever again. Maybe she'll even move out of town.

“You know…” you break the silence. “When I read all of this stuff you write about me, I couldn't deny how wet I was. I didn't know these thoughts would make me so excited”

You can see by her face that her mind is completely blank and you can't hold back a little laugh. “C’mon, baby. You're not going to play innocent now, are you? This same person standing here in front of me is the same person who wrote so many impure thoughts about me”

“I didn't think you'd ever know about all this” she says quietly, but you can hear her.

“But now I know. So, just ask me, your wish can come true”

“Serious?” you smile, she is very cute.

“All you ever had to do was ask me. You don't know it, but you always had me in the palm of your hand” you tuck a lock of hair behind her ear and slowly your lips meet. What started out as a gentle kiss quickly turns into a fierce and battle for dominance.

You separate with shortness of breath and you command “sit at the table”. She obeys and opens her legs for you to position yourself between them.

The buttons on her uniform are undone one by one and the fabric slides down her arms, your hands deftly unclasping her bra. “Is this how you imagined it?” you ask before biting down on one of her nipples and she throws her head back.

Trying to put as much of her breast in your mouth as possible, your hand that was playing with the other one starts to explore and slide over her body, exactly as described in the diary.

You make her lie down on the cold table and unzip her skirt, tossing it beside your feet. You see her stain marking her wet panties and without a second thought, your tongue licks her entrance over the thin fabric. She tries to suppress her moans by biting her hand, but you can still hear her whimpers as you circle her bundle of nerves.

You remove her panties and almost groan at the beautiful sight. “That's the most beautiful fucking pussy I've ever seen in my life”

Rosé can swear this is just another one of her dreams and that when she wakes up she'll have to relieve herself, but when your tongue teases her clit and her eyes roll back deliciously, she's sure this is really happening.

You can swear that you would spend hours eating her out, in all possible positions. She tastes sweet, her swollen clit makes you want to devour it, and her beautiful, tight hole contracting around nothing makes you want to make her come over and over again just to see her contracting around air, just asking for something to fill it more and more.

You insert two fingers and they are swallowed by her soft and tight walls. The sound it makes when you move them in and out is pornographic and addictive.

Your mouth goes back to sucking on the bundle of nerves and you're determined to make this the best orgasm she's ever had.

Her legs begin to shake violently and when her eyes slam shut, you know your reward is coming. When her juice comes into contact with your fingers, you help her through orgasm before pulling them out and cleaning them with all the thirst in the world. Her pussy twitching, begging to be filled again, almost makes you come back with your fingers, but you settle for cleaning it with your mouth, knowing she must be overstimulated.

You bite and mark her thigh as her breathing returns to normal and she can come back to reality.

“There you are” you comment helping her to sit down.

“That was amazing”

“Yeah? How did you imagine?”

“Even better” she says and you smile.

“Good, because you can expect more like these. I want to make every page of that a fact and not just a thought” you wink and help get her clothes back on.

[smollbean42905]

RUN

In Belen's hallway, he walked down with his phone flashlight on. He entered the first room and filmed the walls that were covered with photos of all the patients when they were alive and smiling. A bit over 150 had a bright red X in the corner showing who lived and who didn't. On one of the tables there was a large file, he goes over and flips it open. Inside of the file are papers about all of the patients that have stayed in the building during use. He flips through it and says a few names that caught his eyes.

"Jane Keith, age 18, female, unknown...unknown....the records aren't that good.....death: suicide.." he speaks softly, James was behind him while reading until he got to James'

"James Brian, age 20, male, unknown..." he sighs

"unknown....death: accident? How can someone die accidentally except for taking the wrong meds or falling from a high height...but....that makes no sense..." He closes it up and puts it in his bag. He looks in the viewfinder seeing James for a second before turning around seeing nothing. He shrugs it off feeling uneasy and picks up the camera, he looks around for a few seconds before moving onto the next room. He goes room to room looking around

"I'm not giving you good content without Lyre, she has all of the history" he sighs softly and enters the last room at the end of the hall. The door is a lilac color, Belen opens it and feels like he's being watched. He goes inside and feels the temperature drop drastically. Belen raises an eyebrow at the sudden temperature drop but continues on. A shadow forms in the corner of the room. Belen goes over to a black table in the center of the room that holds some papers, he picks one up. It was a diary entry from Jane Keith. He reads it outloud,

"Dear Diary, today my day was bad. Today the inevitable happened, Leo Goldy raped me." He pauses and whispers to himself so low the mic can't hear him. He continues,

"Everyone could hear my screams, I was in my room during the day. He came in and did it to me." He pauses again and sighs deeply letting his face show emotion, pity? No..empathy. He continues again,

"Leo will die by my hands. Even if I die first.." he reads the rest in his head. He puts his bag onto the table with the camera gently set down facing his waist. He takes out the large folder from an earlier room and finds Leo Goldy. Leo was a nurse here who was murdered by Jane who then committed suicide the following day. A scream is heard from next to him, he flinches and looks around. Belen knew it wasn't Lyre, that wasn't her scream so he brushed it off. Belen puts everything back into the bag and picks up the camera. He looked around the room some more, the walls were a light gray almost white. The walls were adorned with roses in speckles, the trim a baby pink, and the floor white tiles. The room was in the best condition, better than any room he's seen so far. Like someone comes here daily to clean this room specifically. He films around the room before getting the feeling of being watched, he looks around the room seeing if Lyre was there. She wasn't. He got a bit confused but ignored it, bad idea, he was soon pushed making the camera fall about a foot away from his hand. He screams from the impact and turns and sees a dark shadow and the shadow from earlier, James was protecting Belen from the evil spirit. Belen gets up and snaps a photo before running. He meets Lyre out in the hallway, he quickly picks up the two cameras putting them into his bag then grabbing Lyre's hand running out of the building with Lyre barely keeping up. Once they make it outside he just picks her up like a sack of potatoes and runs to their car. Lyre films the building and sees the dead guards and a dark shadow in the window where Belen got pushed. A lighter shadow in the window next to it, we all know who that shadow was. Belen puts her down after a mile of running to the parking lot where the car was in sight. They walk in silence, Lyre filming them still. A bruise is already forming on Belen's cheek, a scratch unknowingly forming on his calf. They make it to the car and get in their respective seats of Belen driving and Lyre in the passenger's seat. Belen shakes a bit in the car, Lyre puts the camera on the dashboard like she always does

"What happened in there Bub?" Her voice is soft, she knows something is wrong. Belen sighs and speaks quietly

"Something in there attacked me. I was pushed. I turned and saw shadows? As odd as that sounds, but I did. There was a lighter one and one that was like midnight. I also may have found a large folder of all of the previous patients that never left. Oh and there's a God-damn dead body in the morgue th-" he gets cut off by Lyre,

"Wait, slow down. A shadow person pushed you. You found a folder about all of the dead patients and there was a body in the morgue? Is that why you didn't let me enter the room?" Belen nods as a response

"You took a picture of it..can I see?" Belen looks at her like she's crazy and nods nonetheless and takes out his phone. He goes to his gallery and shows her the picture. The picture held a dead man, the man was black and he had three large scratches going along his clothed chest.

"The Holy trinity.." the twins mutter at the same time. They look at eachother and Lyre's eyes are drawn to Belen's wrist.   

[foxydivaxx]

Zosan: Look What You Made Me Do Chapter 5

Sanji will speak to us directly here and boy are you all in for a treat because we finally get to hear from the man in regards to his ahem….perverted dirty mind. Just picture Sanji smirking as he tells you all the naughty things he does. He kinda sounds like Lestat here xD. TW: mentions of sex and abuse

Henceforth, I shall take over the story here since this is my show now. Chopper suggested I write a diary as it helps with my thoughts. At first I thought it would not work given how crazy I tend to be. Turns out it did work as I can now properly digest and dissect my thoughts properly before doing something reckless.

I have always been different. Too kind to many. Too intense for some. Too meek for others. Perhaps that explains my bad luck with women and people in general. Always been a controversial person due to my status as a perverted cook. Many forget I kick ass. But considering my attitude towards women, I do not blame their dismissive attitude.

Truth be told, I kind of took Zeff’s stance towards women too seriously. Listen, I owe that old man my life because he saved me from starvation hence why I take food wastage seriously. So when that man says something, I would stick to it even if it would not serve me any good.

Every single relationship I had prior to Marimo either ended in tragedy or in disaster. I have lost Lord knows how many lovers now. The last thing I want is to lose Zoro. I have always been in love with him ever since the day I met him but did not bother to hook up with him as I thought I was not his type. Yet here we are a happy couple years later.

For years, I have struggled with relationships and my sexual identity. All this is thanks to that useless bastard that called himself my father. I have since disowned him but clearly, he refuses to take the hint hence why he killed Zeff and destroyed the Baratie and everyone in it. He expected me to crawl back to him. Stupid old fool.

As if that wasn’t enough, he had the audacity to send that delusional idiot Akuma after me, pretending to be a pirate with demon powers. Oh how I laughed in my head at that one.

You see the thing about Akuma is that he is a genetically enhanced human like I am. That is why his powers appear demonic. But he has clearly never met a bigger more monstrous demon that could kill him until he met me that is. Yes I can be a demon when you push me that far.

Now why did I mention these two men? Okay, I told the crew about it especially Marimo.

You see, my gentleman image is kind of a mask, an illusion to hide my true sexuality. The ladies must have seen through it and chose not to follow through. I am glad they rejected me because I would not have had the sexual awakening I would have had years later.

Chopper and Zoro both stated that my excessive nosebleeds was as a result of sexual inactivity. They are absolutely right because after Akuma and his guys started fucking the shit out of me day in day out and now Zoro, I feel a lot better.

Oh yeah, I love sex. I will not deny that fact. What made me love sex that much was ironically the way I lost my virginity. There was this customer at the Baratie named Marissa.

Beautiful blonde lady about her early 20’s wearing a beautiful purple qiqao alongside a black coat. She had a welcoming smile and an inviting presence that made every man at the Baratie weak in the knees. Yet for some reason, I attracted her eye. I was just 17 then.

I was trying to be a good boy here, obeying Zeff’s command in regards to not simping after any woman I saw after my young hormones almost lost control when I was just 8.

The woman beckoned to me. I remember freezing in my tracks. Zeff grunted at me, signalling that I go attend to her. I took some small tentative walks towards the woman and gave her a polite smile. How I controlled myself that day is beyond me.

Either way, later that night once I had finished with work, I headed to my living quarters. As soon as I opened the door, my jaw dropped. There was Marissa seated seductively on my bed.

“How did you…get in here?” I say as I immediately close the door behind me. Last thing I wanted was for the old shitbag to find me in a compromising position.

She smiles sweetly and raises up from the bed, gently making her way towards me, like a cat who had just found her prey. “One of your fellow staff members helped to sneak me in here.”

I thought as much. I was in awe of this beautiful lady in front of me. Usually, I do the chasing. So this was a first, the first time a woman would willingly give herself to me.

“I may have to punish some miscreants for that later.But right now…” I then wrap my arm around her waist and pull her closer. “How about you and I have our little moment mon cherie?” I say in the most seductive voice I could muster.

She immediately melts under my touch and without hesitation, locks lips with me. I was a virgin at the time and yet, here I was acting like a pro.

She drove me insane with her gentle touch, the way that hot mouth of hers took my cock and sucked me off. I am surprised I did not lost it there because when someone sucks me off on a good day, I can be quite loud.

Her soft moans were music to my ears as I fucked her that day. I went overboard and fucked her hard. She herself was also a virgin making it even more exciting. That day was amazing. Shame it was a one-off affair. But a good one at that. But that moment began my deep erotic awakening.

It was not just some of the ladies that lusted after me. There a few guys too. One of them followed me to the bathroom one day and gave me a mind blowing blowjob. He also fucked me in the bathroom.

A few of the younger guys at the Baratie have also fucked me as well and it felt so good. Zeff found out and kicked my ass. I did not care and just kept on feeding my sexual appetite. He eventually just let me be. Now, there is a downside to my sexual side which conincides with my nosebleeds.

If I don’t have sex for a long time, I would lose my mind. Yeah you heard that right. I, Black- Leg Sanji am a sex freak. At least I admit it this time.

Whenever we end up on an island, I will do my usual flirting. Now here is the thing; I always knew that Nami and Robin never had feelings for me and that I was never their type. Yet I continued simping for them because well….it was fun. Plus they were beautiful. Still I thought I had a shot with either of them and went for it like the fearless fool I was.

There was also this part of me that constantly wanted love and attention and when I did not get it, I got pissed. Comes with growing up in an abusive, toxic environment. Yet, I also felt I did not deserve any love or affection. So for someone like Marimo to love me the way he does is truly a blessing.

However if a lady showed interest in me, which is rare, that takes me by surprise, especially when I am not being a prude. Unfortunately I allowed my moral code get the better of me and so many people took advantage of my weakness.

For all the gentlemanly shit I do, the truth is I am that boy no one should take home to their mamma. Don’t get me wrong, I can be nice and gentlemanly but the truth that I have slowly begun to accept is that I am a bad boy at heart.

I am so wild and insane and my sex addiction gets the better of me at times. Certainly not something anyone’s mamma wants to deal with.

It’s weird that I refused to acknowledge my sexuality for a long time. I needed release so I would sleep around on the different islands we went to save for a few exceptions.

I couldn’t help myself. Whenever people willingly relieve my sexual frustrations, I oblige them. All that bickering Marimo and I engaged in was him trying to force me to accept myself for once. Ace did part of the job when we started our relationship.

He deserved better than to end up the way he did. I am glad Luffy was accepting of our relationship.

That brings me to Akuma. Now how it happened was this: the fool approached me when I went to the bathhouse alone. Yes Germa has a bathhouse and in said bathhouse, there is an onsen.

I was alone because I needed to separate myself from everyone. I was going through so much shit then and this after I overheard the shit Pudding said about me.

I was still deeply hurt by what she said because I have heard others say similar shit about me and I got reminded of my family and the hell they put me through.

Just when I was deep in thought, I felt a pair of arms wrap themselves around me. I was taken aback by this because as far as I knew, I was the only one in the onsen.

Just then a deep baritone whispers in my ear in the most sinful of ways, “Give into your desires.” He then parts my legs and begins to finger me.

Looking back at that moment, I feel disgusted. So Judge knew that I was bi and decided to weaponise that against me eh? No worries.

What these fools did not realize was that my Haki skills had heightened. So I can read emotions and hearts. So I knew Akuma was planning to use me anyway. Yet I played along because I realized something; he and his stupid crew could be useful.

And so I upped the ante. I became a whore for them whilst gathering enough information to carry out my revenge plot. How did I know Akuma destroyed the Baratie on Germa’s orders? I saw the letter Judge sent to him on his desk. Talk about careless.

Using my Haki skills, I began to manipulate and seduce everyone on that ship. That whole schtick about them being a demon empire? That was all my doing. Yes, I can alter people’s memories and play games with their minds. All I had to do was to seduce them into doing my bidding which is what I have been doing for a while.

I guess the Germa enhancement programme has special benefits especially when my crew mates are being threatened. I love my fellow Strawhats and I will do anything, absolutely anything to protect them. And if it meant selling my body for information, which I have done loads of times, taking my clothes off and getting fucked by Marines and several others, masturbating to distract people, and getting my hands dirty and executing any threats, then so be it.

That is the difference between Marimo and I. He is the warrior whilst I am the spy, the Homme fatale and assassin. I am done being nice. Nice guys always finish last. I am willing to be a monster for the others. No worries, my heart is still there otherwise Marimo would not fall for me.

Speaking of Zoro, he is straight forward yes but he is a great listener. I did not expect him to be that wise. Being a former pirate bounty hunter I guess taught him a lot about people. He can be silly but he is my silly Marimo.

Today, we arrived at an island to stock up on provisions and also take a much needed break. I chose to wore thigh high shorts that showed off my body, especially my most famous asset which happens to be my ass.

Compared to my old self, I walked onto the island with renewed confidence with sex appeal radiating from me. I did not chase after any woman this time around. Instead, all eyes were on me, especially my ass. Jaws dropped as no one had ever seen an ass quite like mine.

I smirk deviously because I secretly relish the attention. Zoro being Zoro wraps his arms around protectively and shoots warning glares at anyone that dares to look my way. That is my ferocious Tiger. Ever the territorial creature. I find that so adorable.

“The motel is right over there. I say we just chill there.” says Nami, pointing at a tall ash grey building a couple blocks from where we were . The gang agreed as we head inside.

Once the accommodations were sorted, we all head into our various rooms. As expected, Zoro and I got a room to ourselves.

“Is it me or does it feel like a vacation?” Zoro asks. I nodded. “Yeah it kind of does. Though knowing the Marines, they are on high alert.”

Zoro snorts. “Yeah. Well, no one touches my baby.” he says with a little growl as he begins to kiss my neck. I giggle and pull him closer. “Come on Daddy. Let’s have some fun.”

He smirked and soon our clothes fly in different different directions as we head towards the bed and begin to another one of our insane sex sessions. We do not even notice Usopp walking in and then out once he sees us naked and Zoro’s cock deep in my ass.

I spread my legs wide so that Zoro can go deeper into me. “Ah yes!! Ah Gimme more Daddy!!” I mewl out. Zoro did not disappoint as he continues to pound into me.

“God you are so beautiful like this.” He murmurs as he pulls me into a kiss. We switch positions and now I am on top, riding him like crazy.

“F-Fuck..” Zoro grunts. I just giggle and continued to bounce on his cock. I then begin to stroke my cock and within minutes, I cum all over my hand and Zoro’s chest. Zoro cums soon afterwards.

“You are making it difficult to concentrate at times.” says Zoro as we get ourselves cleaned and then get dressed. I just laugh. “Oh my apologies Dr Roronoa.”

He takes my hand and leads me to the restaurant of the motel where the others were waiting.

As the story progresses, Zoro and Sanji are gonna fight over who is the actual main protagonist and narrator. Lord help us with this chaotic couple.

[as-if-and-only-if]

hmmm…so like in C++(20) I need to do two things right now. ok—I wrote this post and it turned out to be 4! (4. Not 4!. Thankfully.) C++ coding diary/questions/difficulties below:

The recursive function I’m working with is structurally the following:

void f(x) {

if(cond) {

successCode

} else {

code1; f(g(x));

if(cond2) { code2; f(h(x)) }

}

}

So, it can either call itself with different arguments—possibly twice, one after the other—or it can succeed.

The way it works, though, is by having code1 and code2 update entries in a global array. (In fact, code1 is simply a[something] = a[somethingElse], and code2 is simply a[something] = 1. cond2 is a[somethingElse] == 0.) So we do have to proceed sequentially to some extent.

Ideally, successCode initiates a possibly computationally intensive task on, say, one of my CPU cores, but spins that off and continues on with the recursive call. However, successCode needs to only spin that process off after it’s finished reading from that global array. (Maybe that part will be trivial.) Further, it needs to stall in the case too many of these processes have been spun off already, and wait for there to be an opening to start.

I’m wondering if std::thread has what I need for that.

2. one thing I’m doing which feels “bad” is: well, I need to have some local constants accessible to a recursive function. Right now I’m essentially just calling f(a, x) where a is unchanged across recursive calls and x changes. Does the compiler know how to handle this correctly…? Is there a better way? Like making a class or something? (I would typically just define this recursive function f(x) inside an outer function that took a as an argument, but you can’t do that directly in C++…)

3. another which feels bad is using this global array! I just need a block of memory whose length is fixed for the majority of the time, but which must be (rarely) grown. does a std::vector give me just as good performance as a really long array, I wonder? The main thing I’m doing is accessing and setting bits at a bunch of different indices, not inserting or growing…and it never grows too large, so maybe a long array is fine.

4. And that’s the other problem—I’m setting bits. that means I get to choose between:

a long (~100?) (and mostly empty most of the time) global array of bools (current, default choice)

the rumored-to-be-cursed std::vector<bool>, which is overridden to be space-efficient instead of a vector of bools—but at the cost of a bunch of its vector-ness! is it better? who knows! half the things on the manual page say “eh, we leave it up to the implementation to decide how or even whether to do this.”

a long and mostly empty most of the time bitset

a boost::dynamic_bitset, which is like a bitset but…dynamic…and I don’t know if that’s better. Like I said I don’t really need to grow it.

what if I just had as many unsigned ints as I needed and manipulated their bits with bitshifting somehow, as though the concatenation of the ints were my array. what then. would that be far worse?

The weird thing is that I don’t need space efficiency, but I do, on each success, need to transform (and alter) the content of this array (or whatever) into something which is space-efficient, but in a weird and bespoke way (I use the last 6 bits of bytes). that means im either constantly converting integer indices into (whichByte, whichBit) pairs and accessing/setting bit values in bytes at the result, or I’m doing one single translation of the whole array each successCode. hard for me to say which is more efficient without testing…but the second *seems* better somehow. but integer operations might be really fast. idk.

[detroitbecomeonline]

DBH MODDING (5) - EDITING QD/.TGA FILES

Hello everyone and

Dear Diary

Here is another mod diary entry! Last entry, I mentioned how I can't edit the QD files because when I convert them from their original format to .tga, they're blank.

It's 20/01/2023 and I am hungry, tired, and keen to learn more. Since I worked a lot to understand what to do for the SWAT uniform last time, let's focus on textures this time. I read that apparently Connor's uniform jacket doesn't accept colour very well, so yeET let's begin.

So I solved the QD to .tga problem! I was actually a dumbass! Here is a helpful tutorial if you open your .tga images in GIMP and they look transparent. For more general information, I watched this, and this. Also, here is another link to Jamie's YouTube tutorial. Make sure to turn on CCs!

Side quest: Remember how I didn't know what the RGB maps from my second mod diary were? Well I still don't know but I feel like there's a connection there somewhere lol

I'll take you through, set-by-step, how to edit a QD file! I got stuck a couple of times, so I wanted to make everything super clear. Make sure to watch Jamie's tutorial first!

Just a reminder: My game is the Steam version. I had an issue with my game crashing because I dicked around with file .d26 and to solve it I just verified my files. Here is how to do that. Make sure to backup all of your game files before beginning.

Open up the Detroit Tool and Enable Editing.

2. Locate Connor's face! And extract the file.

3. It looks like this, but after following Jamie's tutorial, it looked like this for me.

4. It converts the (white) QD file into a .tga file (the one with the GIMP logo on it) so we can edit it in GIMP. Open that bad boy up.

5. Go to the channel tab which I've circled.

Here, you'll see the different channels, including the Alpha channel. He Whomst Tricked Me. I thought my files were blank or something, but really, it was this hoe. If you unselect the Alpha channel's visibility, everything will look like this:

But that's not how we want to leave it. Put that visibility back on.

6. See the channels? I click on Red, Green, and Blue to unselect them. The Alpha channel is dark now instead of all of them.

Any editing I do will only be on that channel.

7. Let's fill this layer in white. If you don't have quick access to the bucket fill tool, go to Tools (at the top) > Paint Tools > Bucket Fill.

And then we bloop it white:

WOAH. MAGIC! Make sure to reselect the Red, Green, and Blue channels. Then we can move onto painting.

8. Now if we go back to the Layers tab, we can draw on the texture. I'm going to give him a blue nose.

Now, because we are going to save this as a .DDS file, we have to flip it vertically. Flip it by going to Tools > Transform Tools > Flip > and then drag up/down to flip it in that direction.

9. Time to export. File > Export As... > Select File Type (By Extension) > scroll down to find dds > Compression > BC1 (Just like the file details in the Tool labelled Image Format) > Save > All visible layers > then Export it. (I also recommend saving the original texture as a DDS too so you can just plug in the DDS and the game will look normal.)

10. Time to import the blue-nosed Connor. Locate your file, and then upload it!

11. And finally, test the game out to see if it loaded correctly!

Connor the blue-nosed reindeer

I hope this was helpful! If anyone creates anything lit please tag me or message me because I want to consume your content lmao

See you next time!

~ Trinity

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#5

Gladiator Reborn

Just a drabble that came to me after watching the last few seconds of The Boys Season 3 teaser trailer...

PART 2 IS HERE

The room is tense, silent save for the quiet hum of machinery in the lab and the occasional drip from the thawing in the cryo chamber. In the half light you watch him, still unmoving, ready to quickly retreat and allow the guards to step forward and take him down. There are six of them, all holding guns loaded with tranquilizer darts strong enough to drop a charging rhino. This man is far more dangerous than that.

One of his hands has been freed from its restraints, and you are now waiting for him to become alert enough to remove the rest. It’s too dark in the chamber to see much, but when he does move, it surprises you, sends your heart into your throat. He reaches across to tear loose the restraint from his other arm, grabbing the wires and IV in his large hand and yanking them free. His hair and beard are long and wild from the time he has spent in here, and as he slowly raises his head, his lips parted and his eyes dark and feral, he stares directly at you.

You fight back the urge to turn and run. Vought wanted your scientific expertise in cryogenics, and the money was just too tempting to turn down. You wonder fleetingly if that job at the university was really so bad. He takes a step forward, out into the room, his shoulders barely clearing the doorway of the chamber. You force your feet to stay planted as he approaches you, stopping about two feet away as one of the guards barks out an order to halt.

Your eyes follow a drop of water from his hair down his well-muscled chest, and farther. He is naked, a perfect specimen, a gladiator reborn - taut, glowing skin over smooth, toned muscle, and he continues to stare at you as your eyes drift downward, his only movement a slight roll of one shoulder. He has an erection, an impressive one, normal under the circumstances, but it is difficult to stop staring, and you mentally force yourself to move on, evaluating the strong thighs as he stands unashamedly before you. When your gaze finally glides back up over his torso, his chest, and back to his face, a lecherous smirk curves his lips beneath the forest of facial hair.

“Clean him up and bring him to the exam room,” you order, and your assistants nod, fear in their eyes. The guards part, and he turns to go with them, the weight of his stare finally gone. Your hands shaking, you hug your clipboard to your body and head for the exam room to wait.

About forty-five minutes later, the door opens. Still naked, Soldier Boy slowly strides into the room, and the guard waits for your instructions. “Close the door. I’ll call if I need you.” He nods, pulling the door shut behind him.

Your patient stands there, his eyes back on you, waiting. You are afraid to look him in the eye. His hair has been cut and combed, his beard trimmed close - he is stunning to look at and he knows it. You grab a latex glove, and as you snap it into place, he walks to the exam table, bending over slightly and bracing his hands on the sides, waiting. You try not to think about how perfectly he is formed as you perform the necessary task, remove the glove and dispose of it, then ask him to turn and face you. You are the doctor, if anyone should feel humiliated, it should be him, but he just stares at you with a smug little curve at the corner of his lips as you reach between his legs to cup his balls. At least he isn’t still hard. “Please turn your head and cough.” He complies, and you remove your hand, gesturing towards the table with your head as you turn to wash your hands. “Please have a seat.”

You grab the blood pressure cuff and slide it onto his arm, acutely aware of the power there as he obediently allows you to manipulate him into position so you can take his pulse. It is strong and steady, just like his unflinching gaze on you. You remove the cuff and set it aside, taking your stethoscope from around your neck. You listen to his heart, then glance up at his face and say, “Please take a deep breath for me.”

He leans forward slightly, his face almost touching the side of your head, and inhales, long and slow. When he exhales, it’s warm, ruffling your hair a little, and your heart skips a beat. You remove the stethoscope and step back, not missing the fact that he is half hard again, his dark eyes glowing with amusement.

“All right, I think we’re done here. You may go and get dressed.”

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#4

Gentle as a Sigh

All Dean wants is a little time to worship her like she deserves.

Pairing: Dean Winchester/Reader

Word Count: 1872

Warnings: Smut, Somnophilia (Consensual and Planned)

Dividers from the amazing @firefly-graphics

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#3

Gladiator Reborn - Part 2

I had a few requests for a second part to this, but I couldn’t really wrap my head around it until I’d seen Soldier Boy on the screen. Well, we all saw almost all of him 😁, and his personality in general, and this practically wrote itself...

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Reader

Word Count: 1482

Warnings: Dirty talk, rough-ish sex, Soldier Boy’s attitude (😏)

PART 1 IS HERE

“So, Doc – where were we?”

Every muscle in your body is tensed and rigid, and you try to sound authoritative when you speak. “Soldier Boy. We are finished. You should be in your quarters. I have a report to complete.”

He just smiles, cocky and confident, strolling slowly towards your desk and circling around behind you. “Now, don’t be like that. Pretty thing like you, stuck in this shithole of a job, you’ve gotta be a little lonely. And I know I saw you eyeing my package in there.” He moves closer, leaning down, his voice low, his breath warm on your neck. “Just why do you think I was so hard? Saw you standing there, looking all innocent and nervous, I could tell right away you need a big, strong man to unleash your wild side.” He takes the clip from your hair, combing his fingers through it and brushing it to the side to put his lips right next to your ear. “You afraid of me, Doc?”

You clench your teeth as you speak, the only way to keep your voice from trembling. “No. Now go to your quarters before I call the guards.”

He laughs, and a chill runs down your spine. Your body is practically vibrating with a mix of anticipation and anxiety, and something else you are doggedly trying to deny – arousal. Maybe supes exude some kind of pheromone. Maybe you’re just weak.

“You won’t call the guards.” He leans in close again, nuzzling his nose against your neck. “You’re dying to know how it feels to have a supe inside you. Aren’t you, Doc?” He pulls your chair away from your desk, and you vaguely note the pounding of your heart as he turns you to face him. His voice is soft, yet it resonates in your chest as he continues. “Look at me, pretty girl.” You raise your head, powerless to resist, and meet his gaze. “Look me right in the eye and tell me you don’t want me to bend you over this desk and fuck you like you’ve been imagining ever since you saw me step out of that freezer. I can hear your heart racing, and I can smell you, you’re wet for me already. Admit it.”

He takes your hands and pulls you to your feet. You are mesmerized by him, unable to look away from his face, and he smirks knowingly. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” He puts his hands on your shoulders, pushing the white coat down until it slips to the floor. He never stops watching your face as his fingers deftly free each button of your shirt, and soon it drops as well. His eyes hungrily roam over your chest, a slight smile curving his lips at your plain, white bra. “You are too pure for this place. We’re gonna take care of that.”

Your bra hits the floor in short order, and he grabs your breast with one hand as he crushes you to his chest and kisses you, demanding, breath-stealing, his tongue plunging between your lips aggressively and exploring your mouth. You gasp for air when he finally releases you, your legs weak as he steers you around to face the side of your desk. He shoves things carelessly to the far side of the surface, then palms your breasts, kneading at them as he ruts his erection against your lower back. He plucks at your nipples, nipping and sucking at the slope of your neck, his voice getting rough with arousal as he speaks. “These are too pretty to be in plain white cotton. Maybe I’ll buy you some sexy lace lingerie, you can wear it for me next time.” He lets go of you with one last little pinch to your nipples, pressing your upper body down to the desk and working your skirt up to your waist. He chuckles when he sees your flowered panties, pulling them down your legs and off your feet, tucking them into his pocket. “Those will make a nice souvenir.”

He pulls your hips back, shoving your feet farther apart with one bare foot, and then his hand is between your thighs, his fingers penetrating you, sudden and deep, startling a cry from your dry throat.

“And you tried to pretend you didn’t want this. You’re drenched, kitten. I’m gonna take you for a ride. Might want to hang on.”

You grip the sides of the desk, your legs trembling, blushing as he noisily sucks your essence from his fingers. The blunt head of his large cock nudges you, then splits you open as he drives inside of you with one stroke, grunting, “Yeah!” as he bottoms out. There is no pause, no waiting for you to be comfortable, just a stinging ache that quickly begins to bloom into pleasure as he fucks into you without mercy, your bodies slapping together, his fingers digging into your hips to hold you where he wants you. “Like that big supe cock buried in that cunt, don’t you, Doc? Like being fucked by a real man. Takin’ me like a pro. You’re wasted hidden away in this lab. Maybe Vought will let me keep you, you can be my little live-in cocksucker, be waitin’ naked for me when I get home from saving the world. What do you think, Doc? Pays the same, perks are much better.” God, he liked the sound of his own voice, but fuck if you weren’t getting close, the sound of his voice and his deep, hard thrusts sending you higher and higher.

He lets go of you with one hand, shoving it down between you and the desk, his fingers roughly rubbing at your clit, forcing a little shout from between your clenched teeth. “Yeah, you’re gonna come real hard for me, aren’t ya? Practically crying down there, dripping all over me. You’re gonna come, squeeze that little cunt real hard around me, and then I’m gonna fill you up with supe come. I said fuckin’ come!” He gives your clit a little tug, and you try to stay quiet, but it’s impossible as your vision fades at the edges and you fall apart beneath his onslaught. He laughs, then lets out a long, lewd moan, slamming you into the side of the desk with each violent thrust as he finally explodes with heat inside you. He more than fills you up, hot fluids leaking out to run down the inside of your thighs, and he grunts like an animal as he finishes, panting hard.

You jerk in surprise as he pulls out and lands a stinging swat to your ass before he pulls his pants back in place, staring down at you, still unable to move. “You look good all fucked out and naked, Doc. I’m gonna venture a guess that I passed this part of my physical, wouldn’t you say?”

You slowly, every part of you aching, push yourself up from the desk, letting your skirt fall back in place. You cover yourself with your arms, refusing to look at his smirking face as you grab your shirt from the floor and cover yourself. “You’re a real asshole, you know that?” you mutter, and he laughs.

“Yeah, well, I didn’t hear you complaining a minute ago. Don’t pretend you didn’t enjoy it.” He takes your panties from his pocket and holds them up to his face, breathing in deeply. “Delicious.”

“I think it’s time for you to leave.”

The smile fades from his face. “Now, don’t be unappreciative, kitten. Next time I might have to get rough.”

“There won’t be a next time.” You look up at him defiantly, but a leering smirk spreads across his face, his eyes dark.

“Keep telling yourself that, Doc. I’ll be seeing you.” His eyes sweep over you lecherously, and he turns to leave. “You know, and I know, that I’ll be back. And you know you’ll be craving more. You’re not fooling me with your holier-than-thou attitude. You wanted this, and you’ll want it again. Ain’t no gettin’ over me.”

You watch as he leaves the room, one last leering smile aimed your way as he pulls the door closed behind him. You almost sink to the floor, but manage to make your way to your office bathroom to clean up a little before you put the rest of your clothes on and take your coat from the hook. The drive home seems like a thousand miles, but all you want is to get out of this place and into a hot shower.

You try to feel how you know you should feel - violated, ashamed, angry. But you don’t, not really. You know, the next time he shows up at your door, you’ll end up the same way. You know the cocky son of a bitch was right. You won’t be getting over him.

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237 notes - Posted June 11, 2022

#2

Centerfold

It’s 1973, and you are the assistant to the most famous photographer in the U.S., who just happens to be doing the photoshoot for Playgirl Magazine’s first-ever centerfold. Who better to start things off with a bang than America’s favorite superhero?

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Reader

Word Count: 2823

Warnings: None except the usual smut 😊

Fic header was made for me by the FANTASTIC @editsbymichele (Instagram) - thank you again, my friend, you ROCKED IT as always!!!💕

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My #1 post of 2022

A Little Wild

A middle-of-the-night thunderstorm helps release those pent-up feelings - pretty much just an excuse for Dean smut...

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word count: 1637

Warnings: None really, just smut - oral, male and female receiving

Divider by the ever-lovely @talesmaniac89  

The power is out.

You crawl out of bed and go to the window, opening the curtains halfway. It’s pitch black out there, too, except for strobe light images in lightning flashes, the trees whipping in the wind, the cars in the parking lot gleaming, wet with the driving rain.

You don’t hear him move up behind you, but you can feel him. The heat from his body seeps into your back, and you can smell the warm, woodsy, slightly spicy scent of him, feel the almost magnetic pull on your body, urging you to lean back into him. You resist, but it isn’t easy.

“You okay?” he whispers, and you nod.

“Storm woke me.”

You stand there, silently, watching the raging storm together, the air vibrating with something unspoken. After a few moments, he leans down, his lips next to your ear, and murmurs your name. “Doesn’t this make you kinda feel like doing something a little wild?” The tips of his fingers glide up and down your arm, a whisper-soft touch, and suddenly you have to concentrate very hard on the act of breathing. Inhale, exhale, shallow and slow, and you’re feeling a little dizzy. When his lips brush against the slope of your neck, you sway, and his hands on your upper arms hold you steady. “If you want me to go…” He hesitates, unmoving, waiting for you to respond.

“Stay.” It’s the only word you can manage, but it’s enough.

He pulls you back to rest against his bare chest, and you can feel him, already hard, against your lower back. His hands begin to roam, feather-light touches leaving fire in their wake. His hands are warm on your skin as he slides them under your shirt, pulling it upwards. “The window,” you whisper, and he ducks his head to whisper his reply.

“There’s nobody out there in this storm.” He nibbles, right below your ear, and you shiver, then let him pull your shirt up and over your head. You can’t see him, but you can feel his heated stare as he drops your shirt to the floor. His hands move to cup your breasts, gently squeezing, thumbs strumming at your nipples as he watches in the flashes of light from the storm, moaning softly as you squirm against him. “I always wondered what you’d look like, all naked and rosy from being played with, teased.  Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

You’re so aroused you don’t even think about the window anymore. You reach behind you, your fingers digging into the hard muscle of his thigh, and he swears softly. With one hand he continues plucking and tugging at a hard nipple while the other slips beneath the elastic of your panties, pushing between your thighs to cup your pussy, the heel of his hand pressing against your swollen clit.

His fingers trail their way through your lower lips, grazing over your entrance, then dipping inside, just enough to make you clench. He teases you without mercy until you’re whimpering, your legs quivering, and then he gives your nipple a pinch and plunges two fingers inside you to the last knuckle. You whine his name, and he bites at the curve of your neck, sucking a mark there as he fucks you vigorously, growling, “Fuckin’ come for me,” into your ear. A few more thrusts and you do just that with a wordless little shout, your head slamming back into his shoulder and your legs giving out as he lets go of your breast and supports you with his arm around your waist. He swears softly as he works you through it, his breath ragged and hot on your neck.

“Need you on the bed, now,” he whispers, helping you that direction and letting you collapse on the mattress, still trembling as he joins you there. He’s sucking your flavor from his fingers with a groan, then he jerks your panties down and off before moving down, bending your knees and hooking his arms beneath them as he lowers his head to drag the flat of his tongue over you. He takes his time, savoring you, lewd sounds of appreciation driving you even higher. He spears the warm muscle into you, wriggling it around and reaching as deep as he can, making you squirm and cry out beneath him. “Dean… Dean, please…” you begin to beg, and he leaves your cunt with one last sloppy, sucking kiss as he raises his head.

“You wanna come this way, or do you want me to fuck you?”

You moan, long and loud. “Fuck me. Please, Dean, fuck me now, fuck me hard.”

He releases your legs and wipes his face on the sheet before pushing his sweats down and kicking them off, moving up close, his cock prodding at your thigh. “You got it, sweetheart.” He guides himself into place, then thrusts into you, hard, holding himself in as you writhe and whimper at the sweet intrusion. He bends to kiss you then, feverish and hungry, a loud groan vibrating through him as you lightly suck on his tongue. He begins to rock against you, finally lifting his head as he starts to pull out and drive back into you, hard enough that you can hear your bodies slapping together. He’s fucking into you so hard, so deep that your head is spinning with the beginnings of another orgasm.

Your nails are digging into his back, your legs clamped around his hips, and he shifts slightly so he can get a thumb down between you, rubbing your clit hard. You shout his name, beginning to buck and arch up into him, and he growls, impossibly fucking you faster, finally exploding into you, spurting hot and thick until he drops, spent, on top of you.

When you wake, the alarm clock next to the bed is flashing – the lights are back on. Dean has closed the curtains, and a ribbon of light glows under the bathroom door. It goes out before the door opens, and he comes back into the room, his naked body lit only by the night light near the sink. “Sorry, guess I passed out,” you mumble, foggy from sleep. He smiles, slipping back under the covers, bending to kiss you, tasting faintly of toothpaste.

“Yeah, me, too.”

You turn towards him, letting him slide an arm beneath you and pull you close. “What made you come in here? I mean, you’ve never…”

“I just peeked in to make sure you were okay, and saw you standing there in front of the window, the lightning flashing around you, and – I don’t know, I just fucking wanted you, bad enough to ignore all the reasons I used to tell myself that I shouldn’t. I just hoped you’d want me back.”

You let your hand roam over his chest, then trail slowly down his belly, feeling the muscles contract as your fingers tickle through the thatch of hair below. His cock twitches, begins to swell, and you caress it gently, encouraging it to grow. “I do. Have for a long time, I just never admitted it to myself. Glad that’s all behind us now.” Dean’s breathing is growing heavier with your every touch, and you slowly pull the blankets down, admiring the view. He’s fully hard now, his cock moving slightly with every pulse of his heartbeat. You move down, one hand grasping him gently as you kiss the very tip, then set your tongue to work, tasting every glorious inch and then focusing your attention to the head, swirling around and then dipping into the slit with each pass. When you finally take him into your mouth, he groans deep in his chest, his hand moving to the back of your head, fingers tangled in your hair.

“Fuuuuuuck….” His grip tightens in your hair as he struggles not to thrust up into your mouth. You hum with pleasure, taking him in as far as you can manage and sucking as you pull back, taking him deeper each time until he is breaching your throat, making you fight not to gag. Instead, you force yourself to swallow around him, and he arches up under you, a desperate moan grating its way from his throat. Your jaw beginning to ache, you work him harder, pushing him to his limit, and he finally gives in. You relax your jaw as he thrusts up into your mouth, his cock swelling and then pulsing hot, flooding your mouth and throat as he comes.

You struggle to swallow as much as you can, wiping your mouth on the sheet as you pull off him, laying your head on his belly as he pants, moaning softly at the gentle kisses you place there.

After a quick trip to the bathroom to clean up a bit and brush your teeth, you return, and Dean reaches for you. “C’mere, sweetheart.” You join him, crawling willingly into his arms and kissing him, his hands caressing your soft skin, pressing you closer.

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[lemondaily]

diaries of a bipolar 19 almost 20 year old

I think about this quote a lot

“Life is so subtle sometimes you find yourself walking through the doors you once preyed would open”

like., yeah. I grew up kind of rough (could have been worse never forget that) but with everything going on I was having serious mental health issues around 12, and I guess my surroundings were safe for me to be experimenting with gardening and four lokos, and by the time I was 16 I was literally a fully fledged alcoholic; totally following in moms footsteps.

It wasn’t until I got serious with bf when I realized how insufferable I was being, and it was a H U G E reality check, made me really think about who I was. Made me want to leave this world better than I found it. It was subtle changes at first. Part of the beginning of practicing mindfulness can start from truly coming from a place of wanting to be better for the people around you, which is an amazing building block for the rest of the work, but then I started noting patterns with the way I thought about my life and the things that would happen

And I realized; these conflicts and things in my life weren’t directed towards me… I know.. shocking right -.- but as someone who had never thought about anything any other way, this was h I uge for me!

If you’d had told me a year ago that I finally started to let things go, in many ways and different levels, I wouldn’t believe you. I used to say “I’ll forgive, but I’ll never forget”, and now I’m starting to give myself grace with everything I do, I started granting myself the same courtesy that I would give to others in a heartbeat, and it was like my life took a left and I drove myself into a place of forgiveness, where I don’t feel like I’m destructing my thinking 24/7

And the worst part is, if a therapist tried to tell me this before I learned it the hard way, I would have been like haha yeah okay good luck with that sweetie I am the way I am.

So I guess what I’m saying is,

Yeah. You are the way you are. But it takes a long time to see how miserable you are, but it takes even longer to see that it doesn’t have to be that way.

And by the time people figure it out, they’re like 40 and already married with children

When these things SHOULD be taught. My parents would never have told me to try changing my mindset, no I had to take some lsd at 14 and learn that shit the hard way. But oh well right we gotta let it go, I was just saying it’s so funny how I’m so different than I was. I used to be horrible at being alive. I couldn’t figure out what I was doing wrong, I thought it was all my fault and the universe just hates me. But man let me tell you, if you start living your life knowing that there’s a balance of everything good and bad and in between, and you live accordingly, you respect the right things, you learn quickly what the universe is asking of you, and your purpose reveals itself. And your life isn’t gonna turn out how you dreamed it to be, but by the time you get to the future, whatever you built for yourself will be even better than you could have ever imagined.

And that’s why people always tells you it gets better

You could be sitting front row at a funeral and somebody could say “this too shall pass” or “don’t worry it gets better” or easier, or whatever kind of stock post they feel like spitting in ur face at that moment and you think, no you’re wrong this is the end of all things

and then the sun hits ur face the next morning, you think yeah I’ll eat I guess. That’s all it takes. One step, and then the next day you’ll get up a few seconds faster, and you’ll start preparing yourself to live your life again. It may not get better, but honey, you do.

You do get up again, you do learn how to deal with those big feelings, if you’ve lost someone you know, every day is another day of pain, but it’s also another day of you dealing with pain, and even if it doesn’t feel like time is moving and it’s getting better, it still does no matter what. You just hold on tight and lean on the people who love you. And watch movies, and cry, and you do get up again. and don’t forget that everything has a place in this world

Even spiders and flies and bees 6/23/24

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Dev Diary 3: Battles

In this weeks dev diary I want to discuss the implementation I am working on for the turn based battles. I've pitched this game as a cross between Fire Emblem and Grand Strategy Games, so today I want to dive into the battles which will feel familiar to Fire Emblem, with several big alterations to the formula, the first of which is the distinction between Phases and Turns. Before I go into that, let's just describe the flow of a battle and army composition.

Battles will be initiated either by an Event or when 2 hostile parties meet on the map. Unlike in Fire Emblem, your armies will be composed of Troops, which represent a whole battalion of soldiers. Some Troops, like your Generals, will be named characters and some Troops are unique and lead by a Unique Captain Character, however the bulk of your armies will be made up of more, shall we say disposable, cadets. One Troop will usually represent 1,000 men and an Army can have up to 20 units in it, so that they have somewhat realistic numbers. Once a battle begins one party is designated as the attacker and the other as the defender and each side is given a deployment zone where they can freely arrange their troops before the battle starts. Once a battle begins, the Maneuver Phase begins.

Maneuver Phase

The attacker always gets to move first and during this phase they get to move 1 Troop of their choosing, but they cannot attack during this phase. Then, the turn passes to the defender who can likewise move a single Troop before passing it back to the attacker. Neither side can move the same Troop twice until all Troops have moved, which will end the Maneuver Phase and Start the Combat Phase.

Combat Phase

This phase progresses much like the Maneuver Phase, each side issuing one order and passing to the other until all Troops have their orders, except during this Phase Troops can't move and instead are told who they can attack within their range. Melee units can only attack adjacent enemies while ranged troops can attack between 2 and 4 spaces away or engage in a melee attack, though their melee stats are quite bad. Once all orders are set, Troops deliver their attacks in succession and we return to the Maneuver Phase repeating the process until the battle ends.

So why not just do things the way it works in Fire Emblem or other Tactics games? My reasoning for structuring turns like this is to encourage more aggressive play, which might not be immediately obvious. If you've ever tried or seen multiplayer Fire Emblem, it just doesn't work. Whoever is able to have a longer threat range via movement or other ranged attacks has such a significant advantage as they will be able to attack when they can inflict enough damage to kill something, forcing the other player to come forward and respond with potentially fewer units dragging them into a usually devastating follow up which ends the match. They revolve around turtling and there are limited options for handling the fact that the enemy will be able to move and attack with all of their units before you can respond. Structuring turns this way makes it so with each move, the opposing player is able to respond like a game of chess and not only that, by cleverly positioning your Troops, you can essentially force them into making certain moves, limiting their options if you're brain is wrinkly enough.

There are a few additional rules that add some layers to this, such as zone of control, which makes it so that if a unit moves adjacent to an enemy that will use up all of their movement. If a unit starts in an enemy's ZoC they can disengage and freely move away, but they will suffer an opportunity attack(1/2 normal damage) for doing so. This rewards aggression, as plunging into the enemy first can force them to get stuck into the fight, or suffer free damage for trying to pull away. On top of that, if a unit moves at least 2 spaces on the Maneuver Phase, they will deal additional Charge Damage on their turn which can be very significant. In practice this means, if you rush your opponent, they might not have the space to mount a counter charge, which might be enough to swing things in your favor.

The fact that everyone gets to move before attacking also limits kiting with ranged units as after they attack, they will frequently be within movement range of many Troops, meaning there might be an opportunity for your opponent to close the distance and get them stuck in melee or force an opportunity attack.

There are additional things like flank attacks, but rather than getting stuck in with details I want to take a step back and look at one of the other big changes, morale. Most battles throughout history have been decided by the ability of one side to crack the resolve of the other and seeing as we're representing full scale battles, we'll do the same. Morale effectively serves as a secondary health bar for a unit. When Morale reaches 0, a unit will become uncontrollable and will automatically begin fleeing to the edge of the battlefield. Once it reaches the edge, after a turn they will 'rout' fleeing the map. This gives you a chance to run down enemies as in history this is actually where the bulk of casualties are inflicted. Morale will take damage from attacks, but certain things increase morale damage, the number of nearby enemies vs allies, proximity to your General's Troop, flanking and more. Concentrating fire and focusing on breaking unit's morale will be key to secure victories you might otherwise not win.

That ends it for the day. Tune in Wednesday where I'm hoping to have a really rough prototype ready to demonstrate some of these things.

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banjos in space (Caretaker, s1 e1/2)

Prologue

A nice pickle we have landed ourselves into, Mr. Frodo! The internet informs me that there are 172 episodes of Star Trek Voyager. I am, in fact, capable of finishing things; just recently, I reread Middlemarch like an absolute fucking boss. I have written novels and completed thousand-mile road trips. Let us choose to believe that this project that I have quixotically set myself, for an audience of, approximately, no one, will be a successful one.

I will not be summarizing episodes. I expect these reviews to be 80% sentiment and 20% analyzing story mechanics. To crib a line from a podcast I like, this is a feelings blog about starships.

The prose will be more or less silly and stream-of-consciousness as the mood takes me. Despite being a Digital Native(tm), I have literally never figured out the trick of talking like I live on the internet, instead I alternate between sounding like Angela Chase writing in her diary and like a college professor who is prone to multisyllabic words, malapropisms, and deducting points for misplaced commas.

Hmm, I seem to be stalling.

Let’s Talk About Caretaker

I started watching Voyager midway through the series’ original run, so my fondness for these episodes is less weighted down with early adolescent emotion. Nevertheless, I was charmed.

Caretaker is just shy of being a banger pilot episode, and the whole first season is pretty strong if you compare it to, say, season one of TNG. (It’s a low bar.) We meet our two crews, we have a lively science fiction mystery that feels extremely Star Trek with its gentle horror-adjacent tropes and insistence on making the cultural referents of the twentieth-century US central to this multi-species science fiction universe. If nothing else, it’s a romp.

The worst thing about this episode, hands down, is Tom Paris, our bad boy rapscallion who turns a new leaf under duress. As a young person I received each of these characters in exactly the way I was meant to receive them; i.e. I found Tom Paris to be charming comic relief.

Does he become charming? In this episode I want to punch his face, a lot, and the sentiment holds throughout season one. It is, of course, the nineties, and so the only character with an unmarked identity (straight white male, not an alien or a hologram) is centered in the pilot episode of our ensemble show. In the process, he goes through a season’s worth of character growth in ninety minutes, to the detriment of future episodes.

The fandom was right and he and Harry Kim (whose only attribute here is BABY) have hilariously good chemistry. (”Look, I know those guys told you to stay away from me,” he purrs to Kim during the mess hall follow-up to their meet-cute.) Why do the good girls always want the bad boys? Don’t fall for his rakish charms, Harry, you can do so much better, even if you have only been given half a personality.

We meet the Ocampa, who seem to live in a subterranean shopping mall or perhaps an airport terminal, and the Kazon-Ogla, who are bargain-bin Klingons without the cool factor or (so far) cultural nuance. I do not love an SFF property with “good” and “bad” species, and find Janeway’s pivotal decision to destroy the Caretaker’s array a bit suspect as a result, but it is a Star Trek, but here we are.

Other than Robert Duncan McNeill, who has been given an impossible script, it feels like all of the actors know their assignments out of the gate. There are so many cute as shit platonic friendships in this show; I love B’Elanna and Harry’s rapport (”Starfleet”). Also, Neelix. I am going on the record here to confess that I am probably going to be a Neelix apologist for the duration of this rewatch. He is just a darling hot mess of a space hobbit, and I find Ethan Phillip’s performance weirdly compelling and nuanced. I won’t be papering over his sexism, which should have been handled with more care. But so far he is absolutely the most plausible and lived-in character in this whole ridiculous show.

Kate Mulgrew’s Janeway, of course, is a close contender. She is so fucking good from scene one (walking so fast to keep up with McNeill’s long gait) - just absolutely sparkling with charisma, and with a warm, self-assured carriage that makes her effortless at inhabiting this role. “Confirmed, a hot lady,” my notes read (yes I was taking notes about this rewatch for myself like an absolute nerd).

We don’t get much backstory for her in season one, other than here, where we meet her dry-toast fiance, and much more importantly, MOLLIE. I had forgotten about Mollie, and holy crap, never mind the trauma and pining and muted sexual confusion that will accompany this character on her journey through the Delta Quadrant - SHE LEFT HER DOG BEHIND!?

^^^ ICONIC. Mark can’t even get an arm around her shoulder because Mollie is the cockblocker of our hearts. Love this for all concerned

Anyway. Our characters are thrown together and overcome adversity, Janeway blows up the array, and we get a rushed conclusion and a mission-statement speech that all feel terribly unearned. There’s nothing much to say about the Maquis subplot here, because the show just... doesn’t grapple with it, at least not in the first season. The very premise that our intrepid crew can only operate this starship by adopting the political structure of the dominant majority deserves interrogation, but nah.

We were never going to get a politically radical Voyager. Still, we could have gotten a politically conscious one. It’s a shame, because these actors and even, I dare say, writers were obviously up to the task of having a more nuanced conversation about leadership and workplace politics and whether an ostensibly egalitarian society’s professional adventurer/diplomats can only function under a military command structure. 

But we’re at the beginning, and we don’t know any of that yet. Anything could happen! We’re lost in the woods, in the middle of our lives, looking for our way home. 

[bucky-barnes-diaries]

Day 1 — Teasing

Pairing || Stepdad!Bucky x Stepdaughter!Reader

Word Count || Around 500

Contents & Warnings || Smut — NSFW, 18+ Only, Minors DNI, non-con, explicit content/language, major age-gap (reader is early/mid 20’s, Bucky is early/mid 40’s), public, corruption kink, daddy kink, innocent!reader, pet names, degrading name-calling, teasing, orgasm denial, mention of bodily fluids.

Disclaimer || English is not my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!

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There was absolutely nothing you could do. No escape as your soon-to-be stepdad teased and toyed with your wet little cunt underneath the table at the dinner rehearsal for him and your mom while speeches were being held.

It would be rude of you to make a scene and abruptly get up and leave. It would also make your stepdad so fucking pissed that he would punish you so bad later—to the point where you would be a crying mess.

So all you could do was sit there and take it like a good girl as he deliciously and cruelly tortured you with his colossal fingers up and down your covered slit.

Your panties were so sticky with your wetness as he played with you. He leaned in closer, still keeping his gaze to the front, and muttered so low that only you could hear. “Such a good wet little pussy.” He pressed hard on your tingling nub, and your breathing hitched as you twitched in your seat. “I can’t wait to taste this sweet little cunt later, angel.”

It was hard to keep a straight face and sit still as he continued his corruption on your poor pussy. You chewed on your raw bottom lip to prevent noise from escaping, but a few soft whimpers here and there managed to come out. Luckily, no one seemed to notice. Despite trying to stay perfectly still, you started to grind against his fingers, begging for mercy and release—so fucking desperate for it.

Bucky was so good at pretending nothing was happening. Like he wasn’t touching his innocent and sweet stepdaughter underneath the table. His face, relaxed and concentrated on the speeches, contrasted significantly to what his sinful fingers were doing to you—slowly building up your orgasm.

You felt bubbling tingles and butterflies in the pit of your stomach, wanting to be set free. “I’m gonna come.” You mewled low as his fingers stimulated your clit to perfection.

“No.” He gritted his teeth as he stopped his touches, quickly ripping the orgasm away from you, making you whine and buck into his hand in protest. “Are you really gonna be an ungrateful little slut, angel, huh?” He groped your core harshly, making your eyes water. “Always wanting to get her way. Always wanting to come on daddy’s finger no matter what. Well, not today.”

He returned his assaults on your wet and covered slit as he intended to tease and build you up a few more times. “This is my night. I get to play and tease you as I desire, and there’s nothing you can do but take it like a good little toy.”

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[midnightslumbers-world]

People who have THINSPO accounts should be charged with 3rd degree murder if one of their followers dies.

if you actively come to this platform every single day and post content encouraging young girls to starve themselves you are essentially a murderer.

The other day I saw a post of someone aestheticising eating 240 calories a day??

In the Warsaw slums during WW2 the NAZIS only fed the Jews 300 calories a day to starve them to death- around 100,000 Jews died between 1940-41 from starvation and diseases related to malnutrition.

This person is trying to make 240 calories a LIFESTYLE. This is not dainty, cute coquette and a testament of how much admirable self restraint you have.

You are encouraging a lifestyle that LEADS TO DEATH. You CANNOT eat 240 calories a day, you will DIE. It is not “feminine” and “dainty” to look like a war experiment patient. You look ill. you NEED HELP.

SECONDLY, the reason the people running these accounts deserve to be punished is that mental illness is NOT AN EXCUSE for encouraging other people to harm themselves. If you told someone to kill themselves and then they did, you can face up to 14 years in prison.

So how is encouraging them to starve any different?

I was an anorexic for a very long time because I became brainwashed by these accounts. Everything becomes a competition, I would scroll for hours seeing how much people were eating and trying to do less. This resulted in me dropping to 70% of my body weight and being told I would have 6 weeks to live if I continued.

My heart was so weak the doctors were scared when we began re-feeding I would have a heart attack. They told my parents the condition is called “re feeding syndrome” a phrase coined after WW2 when many of the death camp survivors died from simply eating food again. Their body could not handle the sudden introduction of sugars and fibres.

Many anorexics DIE because they have been following diets aestheticised on the internet that are similar to NAZI STARVATION RATIONS.

Secondly, saying “oh this is my diary account” “this account is so I can vent” “ I struggle with anorexia as well” is NOT AN EXCUSE for encouraging and giving people TIPS on how to KILL THEMSELVES.

people use these accounts to establish their superiority over others. the subtext of their 'tips' on how to starve is them telling you they are thinner, healthier and have better self control then you. there is a shaming element implicit throughout. even when disguised as some sort of twisted help, there is a criticism of all those who don't have the self control to follow their DEATH DIET. thinspo quickly turns into 'fatspo' of using pictures of women who don't look like they are about to drop dead as 'motivation to starve'. it is disgusting.

these accounts create hierarchies to place anorexics above people who can actually enjoy life. there is a superiority complex despite the fact every 1 in 5 anorexia deaths is a result of suicide. Without treatment, up to 20 percent of all eating disorder cases result in DEATH. they want to romanticise THE HELL they are living in and drag everyone down with them.

I know exactly how they feel because i had the same condition, and i'm still struggling with it. and i used to think i was better than people who ate normally. but they weren't the ones who couldn't sleep because they were so hungry, who couldn't walk in a straight line because their legs were so weak, whose hair was falling out from malnutrition. but most importantly, i didn't come online, even in the depths of my violent eating disorder and continue this cycle of hatred.

no matter how bad anorexia gets, it is not an excuse to come online and ENCOURAGE other people to die.

You’re NOT YOLANDA HADID, you’re not an older-sister figure trying to help other “girlies” out with your romanticised and twisted vision of beauty.

You have more in common with the NAZIS than with Kendall Jenner or Lily-rose Depp or any of the other models you have clutched to from a Pinterest board.

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TV Recommendations by Genre

(C) = Mandarin Chinese language (K) = Korean

** Many of these fit into multiple genres, I just put them where I felt they most strongly lean based on how I enjoy them. 

Comedy

Love is Sweet (C)- Two childhood enemies reconnect as adults and manage to aggravate one another into a bratty, loving relationship.

Psychopath’s Diary (K)- A kind young man ends up in possession of a diary chronicling the appetites and murders of a violent serial killer. After surviving a car accident that leaves him with long term amnesia, the young man believes that he himself is, in fact, the serial killer.

Strong Woman Do Bong Soon (K)- Bong Soon wants nothing more than to hide her superpowers from the world and live a normal life. A dangerous stalker following her new boss- and a killer lurking in the shadows- makes Bong Soon re-evaluate her position on her powers and the kind of life she wants to live.

Crime

Abyss (K)- The Abyss is a device which resurrects a dead person, whose appearance changes to reflect if they were good (they become hotter) or bad (they become uglier). When the young master of the Abyss accidentally resurrects a serial killer- who then kills his best friend (who he also resurrects)- it is a race against the clock to find him before he kills again.

Beyond Evil (K)- A serial killer returns to torture the residents of a quiet village. A young, ambitious detective transfers to the town to smoke out the culprit and prove once and for all that the original suspect- now a police officer himself- was the culprit all along.

Dear Judge / Your Honor (K)- When he needs a place to hide from the cops, a criminal steps into the life of his missing twin brother- a corrupt judge. The young man begins using his newfound power to bring mercy to the law, and falls in love with a wide-eyed optimist intern.

Flower of Evil (K)- After a brutal murder that echoes the pattern of a demented serial killer, a police detective begins to hunt down the long-lost suspect in that case. She quickly realizes that she found the killer long ago by pure chance- and married him.

Guardian (C)- The chief of a secret police unit composed of demons and humans works closely with a mysterious professor to preserve the balance between this world and the Underworld. For the chief, the professor represents a future he could never predict. For the professor- the Dark Lord who maintains order in the Underworld- the chief is a past he will never forget. (The show says ‘aliens’ but it treats them as demons)

Lawless Lawyer (K)- A ganster-turned-lawyer returns to his hometown, where his activist mother was brutally murdered decades ago. He intends to uproot the evil that grew in his home, and will cross any and all lines to do it.

My Roommate is a Detective (C)- In 1940s Shanghai, a police officer partners with a brilliant- but very himbo- young man to solve crime and protect the city. Joining them on their adventures is the reporter daughter of a local crime lord, eager to make a name for herself.

Drama

Chicago Typewriter (K)- A writer comes into possession of an 80 year old typewriter, haunted by the memories and spirit of a young man killed during the Japanese occupation of Korea in the 1930s. The writer- and the young woman who delivered the typewriter to him- are caught up with the memories of their past lives- when they were the two closest friends of the ghost inside the typewriter.

The Crowned Clown (K)- The King of Korea is an evil, twisted creature. As his reign crumbles around him, his closest allies secretly bring in an entertainer who bears an eerie resemblance to the mad king in order to save the kingdom.

Hello My Twenties (K)- A group of women sharing an apartment in Seoul experience the ups and downs of life as they try to navigate their early 20s.

Hotel Del Luna (K)- Centries ago, the goddess of fate cursed Man Wol to tend as an immortal overseeing the Hotel Del Luna, a resting place for souls to heal on their way to the afterlife. Now, she has put a young mortal in Man Wol’s path, tasked with healing the hatred in her soul before she succumbs and transforms into an evil spirit.

Mr Queen (K)- A playboy nearly dies and wakes in the body of one of Korea’s last queens. He finds himself falling in love with the King, while helping him fight to save his nation and put off the Japanese invasion.

Oh My Ghost (K)- A depressed young medium is possessed by the ghost of a virgin who believes she just has to get laid to pass on to the afterlife. As the ghost helps the girl make progress with her crush, the ghost begins to remember her own death, and that her unfinished business has nothing to do with sex, and everything to do with solving her own gruesome murder.

Princess Hours (K)- In a world where Korea exists as a constitutional monarchy, the hateful Crown Prince agrees to marry the daughter of a poor family (a deal set up by their grandfathers). The prince married her because he takes sadistic joy in watching the royal life suffocate his new bride and snuff out her obnoxious optimism, but by the time he realizes he has fallen in love with her, it might be too late to save the light and warmth that once burned so brightly in her heart.

Princess Silver (C)- An amnesiac princess is sold in marriage to a rival nation to secure a peace treaty. While there, she falls in love with the crown prince while maintaining her cover as a spy for her kingdom... even though she suspects she may not be their princess at all.

Well Intended Love Season 1 (C, independent of S2)- A wealthy businessman ensnares a sick, struggling actress and forces her to agree to a contract marriage in exchange for life-saving treatment. He treats her well and love begins to bloom, but the question remains: how did he magically appear when she needed a miracle, and why did he make her pretend to be his wife?

Found-Family

The Best Hit (K)- A Kpop star from the early 90s winds up in 2017 Seoul to see the devastating legacy he will leave upon not only those who relied on him, but those who loved him. His only chance to set things right is to solve his own 1994 disappearance (suspected to be murder)... a bit of a tall ask considering he came to the future from 1993.

Guardian: The Lonely and Great God (K)- For centuries Gong Yoo has walked the earth as an immortal, cursed ghost, waiting to find the one person who can see the sword pierced through his chest and pull it out, freeing him from his torment. He finds his so-called Goblin Bride at long last, but also finds his way back to the reincarnations of those he loved and lost so long ago.

Hometown Cha Cha Cha (K)- An arrogant dentist from Seoul moves out to a remote fishing village where she learns the healing power of a simpler life, and love of a welcoming community.

Hwarang (K)- Once upon a time, the Hwarang were Korea’s most elite fighting force. This comedy follows the founding of the Hwarang, and the king who secretly trains among their ranks. And everyone brings it up so I’ll say it here- yes, the moony-eyed one is V from BTS.

Mystic Pop Up Bar (K)- Over 500 years, Wol Ju has settled the grudges of 99,990 people in penance for killing herself and damning a sacred tree. To meet her quota in time, she recruits a lonely young man named Kang Bae who, together with an afterlife police officer called Chief Gwi, will work to settle the final 10 burdens and set Wol Ju free.

Sell Your Haunted House (K)- For years, Ji-a has lived in her family home, unwilling to leave the trapped soul of her mother who died inside. She is a real estate agent who specializes in removing the evil spirits from hautned houses, and partners with a charming con-man who serves as her medium until she can unravel the power keeping her mother trapped in death.

Adventure

DMBJ (C)- A series encompassing 8+ standalone shows chronicling the adventures (and misadventures) of three friends as they explore dark, mystical tombs and try to protect their wonders from falling into evil hands.

Handsome Siblings (C)- 18 years ago, a popular hero was cut down and his newborn twins separated and raised on opposites sides of the conflict- with no idea that they even have a brother. Now they have been unleashed upon the world, and must try to survive long enough to expose the darkness of the past and heal the family that was ripped so cruelly apart.

Word of Honor (C)- A dying assassin seeking redemption teams up with an alluring, mysterious young man to uncover the darkness at the heart of the cultivation world. Along the journey they find love and family, but what fate gives, it can also take away.

W: Two Worlds (K)- After a writer vanishes, his popular web novel takes on a life of its own and drags his daughter into the pages. The walls of reality begin to crumble, and it becomes apparent the monster from the story has escaped into this world.

Romance (many of these could also be called fantasy)

A Love So Beautiful (C)- From high school up through their adult lives, the romantic tribulations of a group of four friends plays out.

Ashes of Love (C)- Star-crossed immortals must fight to be together and find their happily ever after. At every turn they are haunted by the darkness of their parent’s generation, and unspeakable horrors committed by their predecessors against one another.

Be Loved in House: I Do (C)- A Taiwanese drama following the almost nauseatingly cliché story of a cold, love-hating new boss who moves in with his kind but inexperienced underling. Mutual hatred melts away to understanding and love.

Because This is My First Life (K)- A man and woman- both enduring trials and traumas of their own- agree to enter into a two-year contract marriage in order to keep their domineering families away. As they heal from their own traumas, they realize that the first step in loving someone else is learning to speak in a language they can understand.

Doom At Your Service (K)- The embodiment of Doom makes a deal with a dying woman to save her from pain for her final 100 days, but in return she has to wish for the destruction of all life. The only way out of the deal is to force herself to fall in love with Doom, so that when her time is up the bargain backfires and destroys him instead.

History 3:Trapped (C)- This Taiwanese drama follows the nauseatingly cliché love story between a gang leader and the police detective who seeks to unravel his whole operation.

Love O2O (C)- A young woman who is prolific at online role-playing games meets and falls for the best male player on their server, after he inexplicably offers to partner with her for couples-based quests. Little does she realize that he has found her in real life and fell in love watching her play.

Oh My Venus (K)- Once a knock-out beauty, Min-Ah has lost her “perfect” figure and been overlooked and disregarded by those in her life. Unhappy with who she has become, she employs a personal trainer who helps her correct medical problems, find healthy stress-coping mechanisms, and overall gives her a brighter outlook on life as the pair fall in love.

Romance is a Bonus Book (K)- Divorced, destitute, and homeless, a woman leans on the shoulder of her lifelong friend for strength. As she gets her feet back under her and sees hope in life for the first time in years, she comes to realize at long last that her friend has quietly loved her his whole life.

The Romance of Tiger and Rose (C)- An author is drawn into her own story and put into the body of a doomed character on the day they die. She must survive to the end of the story to get back to her own world, but falls in love with the ill-fated male lead, and must choose between saving him and returning the home she left behind.

Tale of the Nine-Tailed (K)- The God of Bukhansan, one of Korea’s most powerful mountain gods, gave up his power and chose to exist as a nine-tailed fox in exchange for the soul of his beloved to be resurrected one day. That time has come, and the lonely god will stop at nothing to prevent her from repeating her tragic fate.

Well Intended Love Season 2 (C, independent of S1)- A popular actress and wealthy CEO fake an engagement to get out of a scandal. But as it becomes clear that someone is targeting them both to destroy their lives, they must rely on one another for support in the gathering storm.

What’s Wrong With Secretary Kim (K)- When his assistant suddenly quits, an out-of-touch CEO first proposes to her, then tries to woo her into staying. But relationships aren’t so simple- and Secretary Kim has another, secret reason for wanting to leave.

Fantasy (many of these could also be called Romance)

Miss the Dragon (C)- In order to serve his penance and lift the curse on a young mortal, an immortal dragon has to find her and protect her across three lifetimes, knowing he cannot be with his love until the trials are complete. They are aided in their centuries-long love by an immortal bird demon and the seemingly cold God of Death.

Love and Redemption (C)- A young group of cultivators attempts to stop a renegade sect from resurrecting an evil demon general. The key to their success or failure lies with the Goddess of War- and the heavens will stop at nothing to keep the goddess from recovering her memories and rising to annihalate the heavens.

Oh My Emperor (C)- A doctor is in an accident and wakes up in a world where each sign of the zodiac is embodied in a mystical Lord. The thirteenth zodiac sign has been hunted and slaughtered ever since their master was executed for high treason- and the young woman is the new Lady destined for the empty Ophiuchus throne.

Tale of Arang // Arang and the Magistrate (K)- A young man hunting for his long lost mother comes across a ghost who happens to possess his mother’s hairpin- meaning she was holding it when she died. Solving her murder will free her soul and find his mother- but it will bring Heaven and Hell both to their knees.

The Untamed (C)- History remembers the life- and death- of Wei Wuxian, the Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation, as a period of strife and struggle. Sixteen years after his downfall Wei Wuxian will rise again, return to his boyhood love Lan Wangji, and uncover the darkness that destroyed him so many years ago.

[socheckitout-mikey]

Can u do play fighting w Dallas would include? :3 either nsfw or sfw is fine

heya birdie! when i saw this ask come in i was Y E L L I N G bc play fighting w. dally ngl scares the shit outta me and he’d play dirty asf, but also he’d kinda soft? here’s my mess - mae

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Play Fighting with Dallas Winston Headcanons:

° Alright, straight off the bat, if you think for one second that Dal’s gonna take it easy on you, you thought wrong asf!

° This guy freaking cheats like the word’s his damn middle name! Which it is, let’s be real lmaoo

° Probably German Suplex’s you onto your damn mattress for Christ sake! He broke the bed sajffjkds

° But do you play nice either? Hell no! There’s a war you’ve saddled up to, and you’re Dallas Winston’s s/o! Ofc you’re not letting him win without a good fight.

° This one time he made the fatal mistake of underestimating you the first time y’all both play fought. He was horrifically surprised when you managed to keep him in a headlock for a solid 20 seconds before he tickled your sides like a possessed man.

° “Is that how we’re playin’ things doll?”

° “You cheated!”

° “Course I did, I’m Dallas Winston!”

° istg you cringed sdhsahfsdf.

° “You make it sound like that’s something to be proud of.”

° “What’d you just say, you lil shit?!”

° Cue you running round the outside of your home and your neighbors thinking you’re a total freak, check!

° Play fights also turn into tickle fights, and you play dirty bc you know Dally has ticklish armpits.

° “I swear to God, you do that one more ti-”

° “Oooh! You swore to God- I thought you only swore to yourself.”

° You talk back a lot and Dally just has to accept it now lol

° If you play fight in front of others, like the gang for instance, Dally’s real mean about it, pinning you down in odd positions that make the boys tease you.

° So help anyone who’s an arms length away bc they’ll get kicked or punched.

° “Sorry Pony! Dally kept-”

° “We all know what Dally does to you in your free time.” Soda laughs wildly from the other end of the room.

° “What was that?!” You freeze, anger flashing across your countenance.

° “Sheesh, everyday you start soundin’ more and more like Dally, eh Two-bit?” Steve grins, elbowing his buddy playfully in the side.

° “Damn right! They’re lookin’ bout as ugly as him too!” Two-bit grins, dodging the empty beer can launched at his head by Dally.

° “What’d you say about me?!”

° Oftentimes play fighting is a playful activity for you and Dally since Dally can be quite relaxed. He doesn’t take things too personally. Even tho he’s a straight up Jackass.

° He let’s you win sometimes, especially if you reward him like kisses or get him a beer.

° “You tell anyone I did that, I’m skinnin’ ya!”

° “I’ll note it in my diary to tell Soda.”

° Play fighting occurred this one time he read your journal and it had some embarrassing shit in it about how you were in love with him. He got a right kick out of you shoving your face into his chest once he’d pinned your arms down by your side.

° “C’mon! It ain’t that bad!”

° “It’s worse than the time Soda puked on me in first grade!”

° Can’t go without saying that things turn sexual either bc this is Dallas Winston we’re talking about.

° Often times it ends with him pinning you down and starting a make out session.

° Or he’ll pin you down and be a little mean, staring down into your eyes with little words being said.

° “What?”

° “What do you mean, what?”

° “Dal, don’t be an ass!”

° “When am I not?”

° The times when he suddenly stops, lifts you up slightly and places you ontop of him. They’re v precious and I support these moments.

° Or the wild times when he throws you over his shoulder and slaps your ass like a champ!

° Play fighting with Dally is riddled with fun, playfulness and competition. He’s always looking to demonstrate how much stronger he is, but in a way that doesn’t hurt you or scare you because Dally just doesn’t get a kick outta scaring you like he does other people. You’re like Johnny, his soft spot.

° Play fighting is often relaxing and his way of teasing you. Touch is something kinda foreign to Dally, especially if it’s not in a sexual way. So, although play fighting can turn sexual, it allows for him to show affection towards you in a way that isn’t sexual.

° Dallas just sucks at speaking how he feels. So you can really tell her cares for you when he let’s you win a play fight in private or goes a little easier on you, particularly when he’s in a good mood.

° Just never bring that fact up though! Because if you do, he won’t go easy on you for awhile. Though it’s all done in good fun!

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