#I’d like to imagine at the end he’s back in his original body but I guess that’s what the author wants us to imagine

[maggi-cube]

Overall I really liked it. 6,515 pages of really good metanarrative and solid character dynamics (genuine found family without labels of specific roles and clearly interdependent n except one couple exclusively platonic). Some parts felt cheesy or slogged but I bought the whole thing. And I think the epilogue giving us a hint of what happened but overall open ended really lines up thematically with everything else. I’m tired now though

#sometimes kdj’s presence made the bonds feel shallow it was so much more oomph when they showed his absence #i also liked the trio (protag #reader writer) #towards the end I wasn’t sure I bought some events (and I wanted to know about child KDJ’s life!) but it was satisfying enough #another thing I missed before the #bulb turned on was YJH development #he really is a read twice think thrice understand once kinda thing #and his genuine moments of desperation leaking out were nice #bc he’s so stoic n aloof #i liked HSY going from villain to deeply beloved companion arc and how like yin and Yang she and kdj were #aaa this was fun! I’m glad I read it #i think SSS-CSH has been dethroned by virtue of being incomplete #TOCF is still top 2 for webnovel rn tho #it’s fun but not as like. aaah 😌 #orv - tocf - sh #rn #anyway #seasonings.txt #orv #I’d like to imagine at the end he’s back in his original body but I guess that’s what the author wants us to imagine

[cultofdixon]

Oddly Fascinating

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • Can you imagine a human fucking pretzel? Well you certainly like to freak the others out unexpectedly • SFW/NSFW - Implied Sex

Requested by: Anon

It’s…fascinating. The things Y/N can do with JUST her body. Keep that noggin out of the gutter for a minute.

Y/N joined the group a little after the Woodbury infusion to the prison. She didn’t have a group and sort of ended up in Virginia because she simply didn’t stop walking from where she originated.

One day Daryl, Michonne, and Glenn were out on a run in the closest outdoor mall, which is a few hours away from the prison—so they were going to have to camp. Daryl went to check the store that looked like a miniature Home Depot thinking he could find some camping supplies but when he entered the store…said camping supplies were in use but no person.

“If anybody is here, I ain’t gonna hurt yea,” Daryl stated knowing that wouldn’t go far but to his surprise one of the storage boxes’s lids flung open. Soon a woman’s upper half popped out like a jack in the box and it was a bit unsettling to the archer.

“I had to see who I’m working with and what makes yea think I’ll trust “I ain’t gonna hurt yea” with muscles like those”

“You think I’d hit a woman?”

“It’s the apocalypse. If laws don’t exist, neither does moral code. I follow them still…but still”

“I don’t hit women.” Daryl scoffs. “How do yea fit in there?”

“I don’t know you well enough to share my skills. But I do feel a little better knowing you’re not gonna throw a left hook at my face” the woman began to fully pull herself out of the container and when she stepped out, she locked eyes with the archer’s confused yet curious ones. “Okay I trust you about not killing me but why haven’t you left?”

“Gonna ask yea a few things if that’s okay with you”

“Sure I guess” She put the lid back on the box before taking a seat and crossing her arms.

“How many walkers have you killed?”

“Lost count a long time ago”

“How many people have you killed?”

“Four”

“Why?”

The woman went silent for a moment and avoided eye contact as she held herself. “They were my friends, and brother who were about to turn. They didn’t want to be taken out as a walker and didn’t want to become one so. You know…”

“I do” Daryl leaned against one of the shelves. “It’s hard to take someone you care about out after they’ve changed”

“Getting deep with me and we don’t even know each other’s name”

“Daryl”

“Y/N”

Then she joined their group right then and there. The others that came with Daryl liked her, didn’t trust her right away but given her attitude immediately when it came to them asking the same questions Daryl asked—-both Glenn and Michonne knew that they will grow to trust her. Same with the others. Returning back to the prison with a lot more than they had expected helped the initial image of the new comer. Y/N hoarded a lot of stuff so thinking that she would survive alone in there.

Some part of Daryl wanted Y/N to take the empty cell in their cellblock but given he didn’t speak up and Rick showed her one of the others, that wasn’t happening.

But she was very involved with helping around the prison.

“You good up there Y/N?” Rick calls out to her receiving a thumbs up while she continued to work with fixing part of the fence that disconnected from the gate.

The retired sheriff watches his brother pull in on his bike but stop to watch Y/N a moment. She dropped her wire cutters and as it hit the grass, Daryl hopped off his bike about to grab it when he quickly took a step back when Y/N jumped down somersaulting in the dirt.

“The hell is wrong with you?!” Daryl shouted as Y/N stood up immediately, stretching her back after her action. “Yea could’ve cracked your head open!”

“I’ve done it a million times before. Don’t worry your pretty little head”

“A million times? What, in the circus?”

“How did you know?” Y/N smiles catching him off guard at first and even more when she broke out in laughter. “I wasn’t in the circus dumbass. I’ve done a lot of risky stuff and…gymnastics. But what just happened is nothing compared to other stuff” she states while throwing herself back so she was then in a bridged position and Daryl watched her upper half lay flat on its stomach showing her crawl between her legs and hold her ankles. Exorcist shit.

“Now I think you’re an alien”

“Rude” Y/N scoffs as such action was a bit uncomfortable given her twisted position. “It definitely impressed and freaked out a few hook ups”

Now that led Rick to leave from overhearing their conversation, both knowing damn well he was there. He opened the gate once Y/N was back in the upright position and Daryl was still left appalled somewhat.

Y/N was definitely making a good impression on most. Has been on every run that was planned and no one opposed, she’s especially useful in tight situations.

“Alright, so I was thinking we break down the door and then—-“ Tyreese cut himself off when Y/N gestured for Maggie’s help to hoist her up and she happily obliged.

Next thing the group knew, Y/N was pushing herself through the small window above the locked door landing on the other side and unlocking it.

“Or that” Sasha chimes in with a laugh and smile, impressed by the woman. “Now we don’t have to almost break ourselves to get into places” she walked past her as Y/N brushes off some of the dirt checking her person carefully. Said actions didn’t go unnoticed by Daryl.

After a couple hours passed, the four returned to the prison and dispersed but as Daryl stuck by his bike a moment he noticed Y/N straggling a bit. She stood for a while glancing around and turned to Daryl with a questioning look before turning away.

“If yea need something, you can ask” He didn’t hesitate as Y/N slumped in defeat before turning around and approaching him.

“Crack my back”

“What?” Daryl scoffs confused as he wiped the grime off his hands with his rag. “How am I supposed to do that?”

“Imma turn around cross my arms and you’re going to wrap your arms around me then lean back until a crack is heard.” Y/N explained in the most layman terms she could think of and it clicked instantly to Daryl but he hesitated a moment.

“Is that what yea want?”

“Yes, well. What I really want is someone to step on my back but all of y’all aren’t trained to do that and back in the day I had a friend who was a masseuse.”

“Well, I’ll do my best” Daryl grunts bringing himself over after tossing his rag on his bike watching her turn around and do what she had to do before he wrapped his arms around her. “Just lean back holding yea?”

“Yup” Y/N felt a sudden warmth rise in her chest when she was being lifted and the heat came clear in her cheeks expressing more of a red hue.

She heard the crack a bit ago but they both just. Stood there and it went from Daryl holding her to them both holding each other. Still Y/N’s back against his chest but her arms held onto his. Daryl relaxed setting her down but the way he held her for much longer and Y/N didn’t show any sign of letting go.

There was something

When the illness washed through the prison and a few were sent to get the medicine, Y/N found herself in the doorway watching Bob shove alcohol into his bag. He turned toward her realizing she was there and instead of talking first, he quickly took a bottle and threw it in her direction watching her quickly fall back then swing her body back forward.

“Jesus fucking Christ what are you? One of those inflatable car sales string cheese looking things?!”

“That’s very descriptive. Are you gonna be the same way when telling me why you have a goddamn bag of alcohol and not medicine to save our people”

“Oh for fucks sake! You and I are the newest people at the prison and you’re willing to bend over backwards—-even literally—-for people you barely know”

“So?!”

“SO?!” Bob shouted which caught another’s attention, Michonne as the conversation ended the second she joined. Bob brushed past her as she quickly gave a concerned look to Y/N.

I’m fine. Was all Y/N gave her as she stepped out.

Of course the booze was found out by Daryl and that was a more explosive mess to address than when Y/N first confronted him. But it all stopped mattering when they finally got their medicine into their people.

After getting their medicine in, Daryl went in search for Y/N who disappeared after they did such. It didn’t take long to find her because she was in her cell but she was alone in the old Woodbury cell block. Because of the outbreak.

“You alright?” Daryl asks Y/N even if she was currently hiding under her deconstructed bunk.

“Yeah”

“Don’t look like it”

A few seconds of silence. “Yeah…” she sounded defeated and pulls her entire self out from under bringing herself to sit on her bed. Daryl bringing himself to sit with her leaning his back against the wall.

“You can trust me, with whatever is on your mind”

“It’s strange…how easily it was for Bob to just. Not care about the others in the heat of the moment”

“Some people are just like that. Somethin’ or someone has to change them”

“I used to be like that. Not a warm caring person when this thing first started. I just. Had moments that changed me”

“Yeah?” Daryl gave her a questioning look that she noticed in the corner of her eye. “What changed yea?”

“Having to end the lives of people I cared for, the ones who got bit. When…” Y/N hesitated a second before looking at Daryl. “When I met you”

She’s full of surprises isn’t she? Daryl could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he never felt that feeling before.

But this moment was short lived like the many that followed after.

Until they found themselves alone weeks later…in a new place, with strange new people. Y/N stuck by Daryl’s side since they first entered Alexandria and given how the archer was feeling from all the loss, he would find himself following her if she were to stray or disappear from his side for too long.

“Can you hand me the socket wrench?” Daryl asks while under the car Aaron drives for recruiting as he was asked to check something out for the man. Y/N being there to help in any way even if it is just handing tools to the archer.

Y/N was currently repairing one of the angel wings on Daryl’s vest which led her to using her leg to reach toward the bench then her foot hooked onto the handle of the tool box. She then carefully bent so that she could grasp the box with her hands and go through the kit for what he asked for.

“Damn”

The annoyingly familiar voice caught both of their attentions as Daryl pushes out on the skateboard sitting up to look at Spencer confused. Y/N equally confused on the matter while handing the tool over.

“You know I saw you the other day doing your…morning stretches or whatever. Didn’t think you’d be THAT flexible…and limber…” Spencer was starting, or continuing to make Y/N uncomfortable as he starts to check her out making her cover herself with Daryl’s vest in her lap.

Daryl quickly taking note of the reaction and glaring at the man. “Beat it”

“I wasn’t talking to you” Spencer brushed him off keeping his attention on Y/N. “I bet you’re even more flexible in more intimate situations”

Y/N scoffs instantly but before she could bite the guy’s head off. She felt herself being pulled toward Daryl’s direction. Daryl having grabbed the blanket she was seated on pulling it closer to him so he could protectively wrap his arm around her shoulders as she instinctively leaned into him.

“She’s taken. Now I’d fuck off and bother somebody else before your mommy sees her little boy’s face smashed the fuck in” Daryl threats and didn’t let his guard down but it got Spencer to storm off defeated. “What a tool”

“He’s not wrong about something”

“Huh?”

“I am very flexible when we’re intimate” Y/N laughs slightly catching her own boyfriend off guard resulting in the red hue rising in his cheeks.

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[pocket-watcher]

Everyone simply adored Daniel.

From his perfectly charming smile to his deep brown eyes to the way his hair seemed to always fall perfectly, even when he’d just spent the last hour out for a run.

Stupid Daniel with his gorgeous face.

How could they not see?!

The hatred started when you’d noticed he never actually said anything of use.

Once you’d listened (or tried to, through the door) for 40 minutes as he talked the downstairs neighbour around and around in circles about a noise complaint.

“I’m so deeply sorry.” He’d said. “It’s so difficult for me to think of how you must be feeling. You don’t want to be mad at me, do you? I just hate that sinking feeling I get when someone is mad at me. Just relax. I’m sure we can work something out…”

The conversation ultimately ending up with the neighbour apologising to Daniel.

Then there was the constant sex noises.

Stretched out moans, slowly ramping up and down and up and down, teasing his partner to the edge before bringing them right back again.

It was as if Daniel’s dick was a gift from God.

You found yourself wishing he was into BDSM so he’d gag whoever he had in there. No sex is that good, you thought.

It had been easy to avoid him and his infuriating-ness. Until now.

You stared down at your doormat at the tiny little note scrawled in thick black ink “LEFT WITH NEIGHBOUR”.

Of course it had.

It had been a long day at work. You were exhausted, and all you wanted was for you and your package to be left alone.

Away from the rhythmic thudding and moans from next door. Thud. Thud. Thud.

Away from Daniel.

You didn’t even wait for him and whoever he had in there to finish. In a huff you slammed your fist against his door.

The orgasmic moans echoed for a moment, and then shuffling was heard. The door opened.

Now, you’d expected the door to open just enough for a conversation. A tiny crack. After all, every tenant in the building knew what had just been happening, so you’d expected some shame.

But this was Daniel.

He swung the door full-force open, shirtless, bed head, and a very revealing half-askew boxers.

“…Yes?”

You cleared your throat and willed your face to turn back to its original, not flushed colour.

“You have a package for me.” You said, looking down at the floor.

He followed your gaze but looked between his legs instead.

“Do I?” He teased, before turning to retrieve the box.

“Y-You should keep it down, you know.” You found the courage to say.

“Sorry about that.” He laughed, handing you the package, your fingers touching his.

“Y-Yeah, well…”

“You’re welcome to join if you’re feeling left out.” He looked up at you through his eyelashes.

You angrily looked for signs of joking on his face. When you didn’t find any, you exploded.

“And what makes you think I’d want to do that?!”

“Oh… nothing.” Your eyes trail down his abs towards-

You shake the thought out of your head.

“I just have this thing about me, you know? I tend to draw people in.” He comments. “I don’t know if it’s my eyes that you could get lost in, or how you imagine my hands on your chest pushing you down onto the bed, or maybe it’s the way my words just push every rational thought out of that pretty head of yours…”

You realised your mouth was open slightly. You snapped your gaze away from his eyes, then his lips, and then his boxers.

Fuck.

It was like his body was magnetic. You felt your legs heavily moving towards him, the rational part of your brain sinking back for something else to take over.

What’s worse, you felt yourself drooling.

“There’s just something so alluring, isn’t there? The mystery of the unknown. That constant sound. Don’t you want to experience bliss like that?” He asked you.

Your anger had faded. Your mind, a puddle, melted by that look in his eyes.

He was growing taller. No. Your knees were buckling. Sinking. You were kneeling in front of him. Your mind a constant flow of his voice. Sink. Kneel. Obey. Drop.

Your eyes looked up at him. Glossy. Blank.

“Why don’t you come inside.”

It wasn’t a request. It was a command.

#hypnok1nk #hypnosis #mind control #brainwashing #hypnotized #mindfuck #watcher writes #watcher’s stories

[reiding-writing]

HI AT FIRST I WANT TO SAY CONGRATULATIONS, AND I REALLY LOVE YOUR WORKS, LITERALLY ALL OF YOUR WORKS OMGGG

can i get a fic for number 22 and 23 of the general dialogue prompts for the climacteric event? maybe with a little angst at first but end it with a fluff?

THANK YOU SM, ILY ANGEL<3333

REUNION [CLIMACTERIC]

22. “I think I missed you more than you missed me.” 

23. “I thought I’d lost you.”

WARNINGS: minor spoilers for the prison arc, bro is just a little guy who needs a hug fr

spencer x gn!reader | hurt/comfort | 0.8k | climacteric event!!

a/n: THANK YOU <3333 a little less angsty than originally planned but full of wonderfully sad emotions 😭

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After 84 days of damn near radio silence, you were finally standing in front of Spencer Reid again.

He looked thinner than before, dark purple bags collecting under his eyes and cheekbones more prominent under the harsh florescent lighting. His hair was longer, curling over his forehead and at the nape of his neck, and there was no spark in his gaze anymore, his scleras a blank slate of absolutely nothing; Like all human emotion had been washed away in those short three months.

Except it didn’t feel short.

It felt like the longest god damn three months of your life and you weren’t even the one in the prison. You can’t imagine how long it felt for Spencer.

But at least now he was home.

Home and safe. For the most part anyway.

“Hi,” You speak almost breathlessly, wringing your hands together behind your back to suppress the urge to just throw yourself at him in relief that he wasn’t suffering behind bars anymore.

“Hi,” God how you missed his voice, flowing through your ear canals like silk and making you melt at his greeting like he’d recited some niche romantic poetry in your ear.

He looked like he was holding back just as much as you were. His fingers tugged the cuffs of his sleeves against his palm, and he traded gazes between you and the floor as he swayed ever so slightly on his feet in an attempt to relive the nervous tension running through his body.

It was like the two of you were locked in a stalemate, neither wanting reach out under the shared knowledge that you’d both break if you do.

But you’d waited eighty four days to see him again, and god would be damned if you had to wait any longer.

“I missed you…”

You swear you can see Spencer’s self-restraint shatter the second the words leave your mouth, and he takes a step forwards to anchor his hand around your back and pull you against his chest, his head pressed securely against your shoulder as he breathes you in.

You return his efforts fervently, bringing your arms up to rest over his shoulders with one splayed in his curls as you hold him tight to you, like you’re afraid it’s the last time you’ll ever get the chance to do so before he disappears again.

“I think I missed you more than you missed me…” His words are muffled against the cotton of your shirt as he buries himself as deep into your embrace as he can, his hands connecting together behind your back as he squeezes you as securely as possible.

You wouldn’t be able to get out of his hold if you tried, but that was the last thing you were worried about.

“That’s not true,” You shake your head against the side of his, sighing next to his ear as you turn to speak into his hair. “I really thought you weren’t coming back… I thought I’d lost you…”

You swear Spencer sinks further into your arms as you confess your lingering worries even though it isn’t humanly possible with ho tightly you’re holding onto each other already. “I’m here… I’m okay…”

“I’m so glad…” Your voice cracks, and that’s it.

You knew you’d break once you finally got him in your arms again, but this has gotta be a record.

Your shoulders begin to tremble softly as the first tears leave your eyes, and Spencer unlinks his hands to rub them in lines over your back.

And then you’re sobbing into his shoulder. Your tears dapple the beige-grey of his blazer, leaving dark stains in their wake, and the hand wrapped around his back leaves wrinkle in the fabric from how tightly you’re holding onto him.

It doesn’t take long for Spencer to mirror your emotional state as he turns his head into your neck, the moisture of his own tears falling down the line of your neck and under the collar of your shirt.

In any other instance you’d probably find it mildly uncomfortable, but you didn’t exactly have the mind to care right now. You finally had Spencer in your arms again, that was worth anything.

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The Parental Solution - Loose Ends

(Make sure to read The Original Story first!)

I woke up to a sight I never imagined I’d see. My own dad sound asleep next to me in bed. A couple weeks it would’ve seemed insane. Sleeping in bed next to my dad who I could tell was naked just by how close we were under the sheets. Not that I could say anything since I was as well. I listened to him snore ever so slightly as I reflected on how the hell I’d even managed to get in this situation.

My best friend Jason took over my dad’s body using the potion I bought from a magic shop so he could get away from his terrible parents. Immediately after he picked up on my hidden crush for my dad and started teasing me about it all the time. Whispering dirty things in my ear using my dad’s raspy voice. Wear almost nothing around the house to show off his body to me whenever he could. And with everyday it got harder and harder to hide my growing lust for him. Finally he managed to tip me over the edge last night by sticking a hand into the bulge of his underwear before shoving that very same hand in my face moments later once it smelled deeply of my dad’s balls. After that I lost it and was sucking him off in the middle of the living room while he watched sports on TV as I finally gave in and started calling him Dad rather than Jason, even referring to him by my dad’s name Bryce from time to time. Then later in the evening, after he’d made me swallow his load and clean off his cock and balls, he made me service the rest of his body as well. That is until he’d recharged and decided to scoop me up before carrying me to his bedroom with a smug look on that stolen mature face of his.

Remembering what happened after that only made my ass throb more than it already did. My ‘Dad’ practically ripped open my clothes and tossed me onto the bed before drilling his dick into me in lord knows how many different positions for what felt like hours. All the while telling me how he was plowing me with the same dick that made me. I know I should’ve hated it but… I didn’t. I loved it. I loved every fucking second. And even as I looked over at him in bed with me, his morning wood pressing against the bed sheets, part of me wanted him to do it all again right then and there. Unfortunately I didn’t think my ass could handle another pounding just yet.

With a sigh I got up out of bed as quietly as possible to not wake my dad up. I tugged on some of my clothes from yesterday and made my way downstairs where I brewed myself a hot cup of coffee. I put some bread in the toaster and waited a couple minutes for it to pop out again before spreading some butter on it and digging in. Having some nice toast in the morning was certainly one way to try and distract myself from my painfully pulsing anus.

My attention however was then turned from my breakfast to a knocking at the door. It was a brisk but loud knock, as if made by someone that didn’t particularly want to be doing it. Regardless I set down made toast, wiped off my hands and marched towards the front door. I groggily opened up and of all the people I thought might’ve been knocking at our door, the man that I saw stood on the other side was the last person I could’ve imagined.

He was a middle aged albeit very handsome man. About average height with a sturdy body that’d definitely seen some time in the gym. He adorned a well trimmed salt and pepper haircut with a short beard that accentuated his somewhat thick mustache. But he wasn’t just any hot older daddy. He was Jason’s fucking dad!“Mr Simmons?”

“Ah. Aaron…” I could tell by the sour look on his face that he wasn’t exactly pleased to see me. “Is your father home? I’d like to speak to him.” He asked in a forcefully polite tone.

I had to stop myself from blushing at the mention of my own dad as my mind couldn’t help flashing back to last night. “Uhh yeah but he’s still in bed right now. Long day at work yesterday and what not…” I lied.

Mr Simmons sighed. “In that case I’ll ask you. It’s about my son. Jason.” He began and already I was trying even harder not to blush at the mention of my best friend turned father. “He’s been missing for over two weeks now and we haven’t found a single trace of him anywhere. It’s driving his mother and I mad. We’d begun to think the stupid boy had just ran off on his own until just the other day I was told someone saw him going into your house the night he disappeared. You wouldn’t know anything about that would you? Boy.” His tone turned threatening very fast.

“N-no. I have no idea where Jason is. All we did was hang out and then I thought he went home. I’ve got no idea where he is.” I expressed, clearly intimidated by the scouting man in front of me. Obviously it was another lie but what else could I say? Oh yeah sorry Mr Simmons but your son took over my dad’s body because you’re such an asshole and a terrible father? Yeah no. Unfortunately the older man didn’t seem pleased with my answer.

“Yeah? Well I think you know more about this than you’re telling me. I know you were the one always filling Jason’s head with all the queer bullshit. Trying to turn him into a faggot like you unlike the Christian man his mother and I have been raising him to be.” And there it was. One huge part of the reason Jason had hated his parents so much. On top of all the abuse and manipulation, they were also homophobic bible thumpers. I still remember Jason telling me how they’d always drag him to church while telling him he’d go to hell if he wasn’t straight and christian like they were. Apparently I was the only person he’d felt comfortable coming out to after all that. “You probably convinced him to run away with a bunch of those disgusting fairies didn’t you.” He continued to accuse, his fists balling up slightly.

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel extremely intimidated at that moment. “I already told you. I don’t know where Jason is! He didn’t tell me anything alright! If I did, I promise I would tell you.” Once again bending the truth quite significantly but it was all I could do. Thankfully he seemed to buy it for now.

“Fine.” He relaxed his shoulders slightly, no longer looking as though he was gonna beat the shit out of me. “But if I find out you had anything to do with this…” his scowl was more evident than ever as he poked his finger against my chest. “I’ll make sure your faggot ass gets sent to hell sooner than you think.” And with an angry snuff he backed away before turning to leave, prompting me to let out a huge sigh of relief. Thankful to still be in one piece.

Seconds later I heard a pair of heavy footsteps behind me followed by a familiar set of thick arms wrapping around me. “Who was that?” Bryce, my new and improved dad, asked as he kissed my neck.

“It was your asshole father.”

Bryce immediately looked up to see the man marching away from our house. His former father. Before he took over this body of course. “Jesus… sorry you had to deal with him.” He apologised to me. “Though, this might be weird of me to say but, Mr Simmons is pretty hot now I think about it.” He admitted, knowing I couldn’t exactly judge him for it all things considered. “He’s got a pretty nice ass don't ya think?” As he said that I could already feel his hard cock pressing up against my back.

Naturally I couldn’t help checking out the ass of that bible thumper, still being just close enough for me to get a good view of how well those jeans framed it. “I guess so… I mean he’d probably be super fucking hot if he wasn’t such homophobic piece of shit among other things.” As I’d already admitted to myself, the man was a total daddy stud just like my own dad.

“If only a body like that belonged to someone who actually deserved it…” He murmured in my ear with a grin.

Right away I knew exactly what he was implying. But could I do that?! I mean his dad has quite the reputation around here. Being revered by some of the more radical church goers in the community as the perfect example of what a man should be while being hated by most others for being a complete dickhead. Even a lot of other Christian’s around here didn’t like him for how much he screamed about how the rest of us are gonna go to hell or whatever. Especially when it comes to the LGBTQ community. It was honestly disgusting the way he acted most of the time, even towards his own son. Yet I couldn’t help but agree that because of all that… maybe he didn’t deserve such a hot body.

———

There was a jingle as the door to a familiar magic shop opened up. “So this is where you got that crazy potion from before huh?” Bryce asked as he walked inside first, myself following close behind him. He looked around marvelling at the well decorated shop as his eyes scanned across all sorts of items that would seemingly have some kind of magical property I hidden within them.

“Yup. This is the place. I thought it was all fake when I first came here.” I replied as we made our way towards the front desk. However, the man standing at the desk wasn’t the same guy who’d served me last time. He wore the same strange uniform as the other guy had but it was a slightly older looking man this time. I couldn’t put my finger on it but he had a very ‘high school teacher’ vibe about him with the silver flecked hair and the glasses.

He smiled and ushered us over. “Welcome sirs! What can I help you with!” He asked enthusiastically. “We’ve got all sorts of magical items on sale here. Some are even sample-able!”

At first I assumed this was just another dude that helped run the shop. That is until I saw his name tag. “Simon? The guy who helped me out last time I was here was named Gil. He mentioned you were his boyfriend. When I was here he took a potion that made him huge and hairy to prove the magic was real.” I laughed

“Oh so you’re the customer he did that for eh? If I remember correctly he told me you bought nectar of the bodysnacher. How was it? Get the body you wanted?” He asked curiously.

I shrugged and turned to my dad who was standing behind and motioned towards him. “I dunno you’re gonna have to ask him. He’s the one who used it.” I explained. “He’s actually my best friend Jason. Same age as me. But we used the nectar so he could take over my dad’s body. And if you ask me he’s a better dad than my old one ever was!” I smirked, having fully embraced having a horny dad that wanted to fuck me.

“Woah! Now that’s something.” Simon commented. “Good choice though if I may add.” His eyes ran up and down Bryce’s body. The muscled dad had decided to wear some of his tightest clothes to show off every inch of his form, leaving very little to the imagination when it came to the curves of his muscles and the bulge in his crotch area.

“So what about Gil?” I wondered. “Did that potion finally wear off?”

Simon chuckled a little. “Well… uhhh no actually. It should’ve worn off by now but I’m gonna be honest, I was obsessed with what that muscle bear potion did to him. He’s so thick now that hardly any of his clothes fit and the few that do are skin tight. He’s got that massive jiggling belly and such thick arms and legs. God don’t even get me started on his huge ass. And all that body hair just drives me crazy!” He went on a bit of tangent about every minor detail of Gil’s new bear bod. “Long story short, I might’ve begged him to some more temporary muscle bear potions to extend the effects of it.” He admitted with a slightly embarrassed look. “I was thinking of even asking him to take a permanent one that doesn’t have a time limit hahah…”

“God that sounds hot…” Bryce chirped in, his own stolen cock pressing tightly against his pants as he pictured everything this man was saying.

“Anyway. Sorry. That was slightly unprofessional of me to share all that.” Simon stood up a little straighter and attempted to hide his own boner. “Oh! And speak of the devil!” He added, looking past me and Bryce.

The pair of us turn to see a huge bear of a man appearing from behind one of the aisle. I recognised him right away as the same man that sold me that potion last time I was here. Gilgamesh! And just like Simon had said, that potion certainly hadn’t worn off. He was even now wearing the same clothes as last time except a much bigger size to accommodate his bigger body. He recognised me right away and came up to say hello.

“Hey what’s up! Is this your friend that you told me about?” Gil asked as his eyes scanned Bryce’s body just like Simon’s had.

“Yup! But now I’ve gotta call him Dad.” I went on to explain everything to Gil. Telling him all about how Bryce and I had snuck into my Dad’s room while he was asleep after getting Bryce to drink the nectar and putting a pair of my dad’s used socks. We even ended up telling him about how our relationship had progressed to… new depths since then.

“Well I’m glad to hear everything worked out for the two of you!” Gil said as he went in for a big bear hug. “Sorry. Side effect of the muscle bear potion. Makes me wanna bear hug everyone.” He apologised with a guffaw though I certainly didn’t mind being squeezed against his big belly. “Anyway, as much as I love seeing the aftermath of one of my sales, I get the feeling you’re here for something else.”

Bryce and I shared a glance. “Well you see. There’s a man that lives on our street. Total asshole. Harasses those who don’t go to church. Threatens innocent people that do things he doesn’t agree with. And treated his own son like dirt.” Bryce began using my dad’s gruff voice, knowing he used to be that son before everything changed for the better. “But the thing… despite all that he’s still hot as fuck.”

I took over from there. “So the two of us have decided that someone as horrible as him doesn’t deserve to have such an incredible body and that someone else should be given it instead. So we were hoping you might still have some of that bodysnachers nectar around here?” I wiggled my eyebrows a little at the man who’s name was displayed on the shop sign.

Gil smirked. “Ahhh I see. Well in that case we better go take a look.” He enthusiastically slung a big hairy arm over my shoulder before leading Bryce and I over to the very same aisle he’d taken me to last time. I could see out of the corner of my eye how Bryce was stopping here and there to read the labels and descriptions of certain items. My attention however was swiftly brought back to Gil as the burly man stopped in front of some rather empty looking shelves. “Ahhh yes. A large group of old men came here the other day and bought a bunch of bodysnatcher’s nectar in bulk. They were planning something about sneaking into a college frat house and taking over all the young jocks there I think. They wouldn’t stop talking about wanting to be young dumb and full of… well you get the idea.” He explained nonchalantly. Just the idea of that had me hard as fuck. “But if you’re lucky… there might just be…” Gil stuck his arm down the shelf and reached right towards the back until his meaty hand finally grabbed something. “One left at the back!” He he pulled out one last bodysnatcher’s nectar with a big cheesy grin before handing me the vial.

“Thanks so much Gil! I’ll promise I’ll put those to good use. You can count on that!” I reassured him. “How much do I owe ya again?” I reached into my pocket for some money but as I did the bigger man stopped me.

“It’s on the house this time.” He generously offered. “All I ask in return is that you come back again once you’ve taken your new body so my boyfriend and I can judge for ourselves just how hot this asshole really is.” Gil gave me a reassuring pat on the back. “Besides, judging by how interested your ‘Dad’ is in those spell books, I suspect the two of you’ll be bringing us some more business soon enough.” He gestured over towards Bryce who had his nose deep in one of said spell books.

———

“Do you remember where the spare key is?” I whispered, now stood outside Jason’s old house where both of his religious parents of course still lived. Bryce didn’t say a word. He simply reached up and into the hanging flower basket above my head before pulling out a key. “I’ll take that as a yes.” We discreetly unlocked the front door, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible as we slipped inside.

With how many times Jason had been to my house over the years, I’d never actually been to his. I gotta say though, it’s exactly what I’d imagined. Dull, muted colours. Mundane decorations and furniture. Crosses hung up on half the walls in the house. There was even a huge bible quote on one of the living room walls as if it were a live laugh love sign. And the awkward, blank faced family photos only made it weirder.

“Now you can see why I hated living here.” Bryce stated bluntly. He almost always acted like my dad to an extent but right now he couldn’t help remembering his old life before becoming a dilf and it wasn’t pleasant. “Let’s just get on with this. My parents' room is upstairs.” He hurried us along, ascending the steep staircase.

Before long he led us to a rather large and tidy bedroom. Freshly cleaned sheets, sparkling mirrors, not a single item of clothing lying around. If I had to give Jason’s parents something, they were definitely clean and organised. Not that it was much everything else considered. I didn’t let the cleanliness distract me from the reason we were here though. “So. Where’s your dad’s stuff?”

“Over here.” Bryce took us over to the left side of the bed. There he swiftly yanked open a few of the bedside drawers until he eventually pulled one open filled with men’s socks and underwear. “This is his. Grab something quick. It won’t be long before he’s back from work.”

I reached into the draw and quickly pulled out a pair of white socks with black stripes on them. “And you’re sure your mom isn’t gonna be with him or anything?”

He shook his head. “Nope. She works late on Monday’s. She shouldn’t be back till the late evening. We’ll have hours to do this before she even leaves work.” Bryce explained. “My dad on the other hand should be here any second so you’d better drink that magic stuff now.”

I didn’t argue. Right away I reached into my pocket and pulled out the vial. Nectar of the bodysnatcher. The very same stuff that’d given Bryce the more mature body he flaunted now. I twisted off the lid and without a second thought downed the entire thing. Right away I could feel something strange. It was the magic settling inside my body and waiting to be activated. Once that was done I kicked off my own shoes and socks before tugging on the clean socks belonging to none other than Nolan Simmons.

“Did you feel it?” Bryce asked.

“Feel what?”

“The spark. When you pulled the socks on?”

I had no idea what he was talking about. “Spark? What spark?”

He looked just as confused as me. “A couple weeks back when I pulled on your dad’s socks before taking his body, I felt a weird spark the moment I pulled them on. You’re saying you didn’t-” Bryce cut himself off as suddenly we heard the front door swing open and a familiar voice from downstairs muttering about how his stupid wife hadn’t locked the door before leaving this morning. Well if we needed any more proof that he was an asshole, there it was.

“Shit, shit. Quick! Hide!” I whispered in a panicked voice. We did exactly as we’d planned. Bryce quickly hid behind the bedroom door while I hid in the closet. I feel like there might’ve been some irony there but I was far more distracted by the sound of Mr Simmons’s angry footsteps ascending the stairs. As he did I could only hope everything went according to plan otherwise Bryce and I would probably end up in a jail cell.

Quickly the footsteps reached the top of the stairs before trudging down the hallway and towards the bedroom. Bryce readied himself. Another moment or two passed by and my heart practically skipped a beat when I saw the same man that’d been threatening me this morning enter the room through the cracks in the closet door. He seemed as though he was heading in my direction and immediately I began to think of what a man like that would do if he found me hiding in here. Luckily however, before he could reach the closet, Bryce came out from behind the door before quickly sneaking up on the man and grabbing him from behind without warning! Restraining the man he once called his father as best he could.

“W-WHAT THE!? GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME!” Mr Simmons shouted in a blaze of shock and panic. “LET GO OF ME YOU-GRAHH!” His protest was interrupted as James forced his former father to the ground. Nolan Simmons might’ve been strong but my dad was pretty strong in his own right. Strong enough to overpower Nolan in a surprise situation like this. “WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING!? WHO ARE YOU?!” He continued to scream and shout, not being able to get a proper look at the man that was holding him down.

“Stop struggling asshole. Just give in and soon you’ll feel soooo much better.” Bryce cooed into the protesting man’s ear.

Nolan's eyes went wide. He recognised that voice. The voice of a man he once had a close friendship with that was eventually ripped apart. All because their sons began hanging out and ‘encouraging each other to be queer’ as Nolan put it. “Hold on…Bryce??”

“You’re half right.” I cut the struggling man off as I stepped out from my hiding spot. “You know when you came to my house this morning asking about Jason? Well. I lied. I know exactly where your son is.” I took a few steps closer until I was stood looking down at the very same man that’d seemed so intimidating to me not so long ago. “He’s right there, holding you down.” I said bluntly, causing Mr Simmon’s face to twist in confusion. “I’ve gotta say he makes a much more loving father than you and my former dad combined.” I taunted.

The bible thumper could hardly believe or even understand what he was hearing so instead he resorted to throwing a slurry of homophobic slurs at the two of us. All the while trying in vain to kick his way out of Bryce’s grip. Usually hearing those kinds of hurtful words would’ve pissed both of us off but right now, knowing what was to come for this man, we couldn’t help but pity him. Even if he didn’t deserve it.

“Lift him up a little for me would you dad?. I’ve gotta kiss him to activate the magic, remember?” I asked.

Bryce smirked, adjusting his position a little before carefully maneuvering himself and the other man until Nolan was on his knees with his arms restrained and his ankles pinned. Unable to move. “How’s that?”

“Perfect.” I said while getting a better look at the body before me. That handsome face that seemed so masculine yet somewhat adorable at the same time. Those pecs pressing tightly against his shirt. That noticeable bulge in his work pants. And so sooo much more. And Nolan didn’t deserve a single bit of it. But I did. Then much to the man’s disgust, I stripped off all my clothes in a blink of an eye leaving only the pair of stolen socks on my feet. Standing proud with a victorious look on my face as I let my average dick swing free infront a homophobe.

Part of me wanted to bask in the moment a little more but I was far too eager to get this underway. And so I quickly got down onto my knees and before Nolan could do anything to stop me, I pressed my lips hard against his. He tried to recoil but he couldn’t go far. I had him… or at least I thought I did. I kissed him for a good 10 seconds or so and nothing happened to the point where I eventually found myself pulling away.

“W-what?” I muttered, not understanding why it hadn’t worked. At the same time Nolan took the opportunity to spit at me and shout even more slurs. Even angrier than before as he called us before disgusting perverts. I asked Bryce and he didn’t seem to have any idea either… that is until I remembered what he’d said earlier just after I’d pulled on the socks. “Wait… no spark.” I mumbled. That’s when it hit me. Step 2 of getting the nectar to work was wearing a recently worn article of clothing. These socks were washed and put away unlike the dirty pair of socks Bryce used when he took over my Dad.

“What is it Aaron?! Why didn’t it work?” Bryce asked, starting to get a little worried as they didn’t really have a backup plan.

“I think I know.” I pulled off the fresh socks I’d stolen before walking around and behind to two men. “Just keep him still. I’m gonna try something.” I crouched down and shuffled between Bryce’s legs a little until I had easy access to Nolan’s large brown loafers. Against his wishes I slipped his shoes off and put them to one side, finding it hard to ignore the strong scent that came with them. Unleashing those large socked feet. “If these don’t work then nothing will.” I stated before gripping the sweaty black socks and pulling them off Nolan’s feet one at a time. And I knew I probably shouldn’t since I criticised Bryce for doing it before but I couldn’t help giving the pungent socks a quick sniff. With that I made my way back around in front of them.

“What!? You wanna huff on my socks now you disgusting cock sucker!?!” Nolan yelled.

I took the large pair of socks and began tugging them on. “Oh I want a whole lot more than that.” Just then, as I pulled the second sock on, I felt it. The spark. Coursing through my body. My confidence that’d been wavering momentarily then rushed back in full stride. “I want to touch, smell and see your body wherever I go. I want to turn your homophobic ass into homo this side of the earth. I want… you.” There was an almost crazed look in my eyes that even spooked Bryce a little as I grabbed the sides of Nolan’s head. “And now. You’re going to be all mine.” And with that I slammed my lips against his with even more passion than before. Feeling his thick mustache forced to rub against my upper lips while he groaned in protest through the kiss, unable to stop me.

His groans of protest would quickly turn to grunts of fears as the magic began to activate. It seemed all I needed was a more recently worn pair of socks as now our lips were stuck together and impossible to part. Seeing that the process had begun, Bryce let go of his father and the first thing the panicking man tried to do was pull away from me. But to no avail. Because of this Nolan began freaking out! Forcing both of us up to our feet before stumbling around the room. For a second Bryce looked as though he was about to step in again until I used all my strength to push Nolan onto the bed causing him to fall back onto the soft sheets with my naked body on top of him. And before he had another chance to move I wrapped my arms and legs around him tight.

Nolan made every effort to break free but I’d latched on tight and wasn’t about to let go. Before he could fight against me any further though, the most delightful sensation imaginable passed over my entire being causing me to let out an involuntary moan into the kiss. And to my surprise Nolan made a similar groan. His eyes had begun to roll back slightly as I could only imagine a similar sensation had overtaken him. If anything he must’ve been in even more ecstasy than I was judging by how his thick rod had begun to harden in his pants, causing his bulge to rub up against me. But through all the grunts and groans I could tell he still wanted to fight but the pleasure that ran through him was draining any strength he might’ve had to fight back against me. Before long Nolan's body couldn’t help but give in to me and before long, the next phase was underway.

It’d been one thing seeing Jason disappear inside my dad’s body but actually feeling my own body and limbs begin to get sucked inside Nolan’s large muscular frame was something else entirely! My hands were one of the first things to go, phasing through his shirt and into his back as I still had my arms wrapped around him. My legs then began naturally aligning themselves with Nolan’s bulky ones before slowly sinking in. The feeling was beyond anything I’d ever imagined. Even as my torso began to lower itself into the older man’s frame, there wasn’t even an ounce of pain. Nothing but pure bliss as my entire form went completely numb! I rubbed my crotch against his as much as I possibly could before that too phased through the man’s pants and was pulled down into his body.

Soon enough my arms, legs, ass and cock had all disappeared, pulled inside Nolan’s body much to his distain. Honestly I was surprised he hadn’t gone delirious from the raw amount of satisfaction the magic seemed to bring. Yet somehow he regained some semblance of awareness only to be horrified seeing my torso sinking into his. He practically screamed into the kiss as our eyes were forced to meet. His eyes were darting all over frantically, trying to move his body but feeling too weak to do anything. It was too late anyway as I could feel my face drawing nearer to his as even that was being pulled down at last along with the rest of my head. Before long my vision completely blanked out…

After that Nolan regained full control of his body to an extent. “N-NO! Get out of meeee! Gahhhh!…” he yelled and grunted, feeling my presence inside of his body. But despite his best efforts he couldn’t fight against me nor could he stop his cock from getting unbearably hard. He practically begged Bryce to help him but the idle man did nothing but watch in satisfaction, finally getting to see his horrible father get exactly what he deserved. “Y-you’re demons! Both of you! Unholy demons!!” He claimed while writhing around on the bed, struggling to control himself. He tried to get up from the bed but his cock pulsed even harder, threatening to burst out of his pants at any moment. His balls swelling up fatter than ever before as they prepared to unload every ounce of his free will. “Nooooo… I can’t… I-Urrghhh…” He grabbed at his crotch uncontrollably, mouth hanging open with the overflow of stimulation being forced through it until finally… “FUUUUCKKKKK GRAHHHHHhhhhhhhuuuhh…” What started as a massive roar of protest slowly faded as Nolan blew the fattest load of his life. A massive dark spot forming over his bulge as he flooded his pants with cum.

The second Nolan spilled his ball batter, I found myself being hurled into the driver’s seat. Right away I was hit with the tail end of the orgasm and couldn’t help grinning. Feeling my new fat cock buck as it squirted a few final ropes of dad nut into my already sticky pants. “Ohh yeahhhhh…” I let out a huge sigh of relief knowing that I’d won. Even as the cum soaked into my new work pants, I could feel Nolan soul being absorbed by my own. Feeling every memory and personality trait of his slowly became accessible to me as I became the one and only Nolan Simmons.

“How do you feel Nolan?” Bryce moved closer towards the bed, knowing now that the man he’d once hated was gone for good. Replaced by someone far superior. Me.

I grumbled a little, holding my head before slowly sitting up. I glanced down at myself, seeing the thick muscle I now adorned still hidden underneath Nolan’s clothes. I even had on the same black socks that I’d stolen from him again. Back on the feet they were meant for. I flexed my arms a little, feeling my biceps strain against my shirt before bringing my hands to my chest so I could feel juicy pecs that sat upon it. God feeling this kind of bulk on another man was one thing but feeling it on myself was a whole other level of euphoric. Feeling the power that now flowed through my bigger and stronger body with every movement I made. “I feel fucking fantastic Bryce.” I replied while running a hand over my wet bulge.

Slowly I pushed myself up off the bed, my new larger feet touching the ground for the first time. I wobbled a little at first, not used to my new weight, but I quickly adjusted. Bryce simply stood back and allowed me to explore myself for a moment. Watching on as I made my way towards the circular mirror sat on the dresser. And what I saw made me feel a whole flurry of emotions. Staring back at me was the same handsome face that’d been screaming obscenities at us not moments prior. The piercing eyes belonging to the homophobe that made Jason’s life a living hell for so many years. The salt and pepper hair along with this beard and mustache that were trademarks of a man that embodied all the worst parts of the christian community. But I was none of those things. I might’ve stolen his dashing looks and gorgeous body but I was a proud gay man and an ally to all others in the LGBTQ community. Something the old Nolan would’ve despised being. But what he wanted didn’t matter because I was Nolan now and I plan on putting a hot ass body like this to far better use.

Not being able to resist the temptation, I pulled off my new shirt before tossing it at Bryce so I could finally get a better look at what I was working with and I certainly wasn’t disappointed. Though he kept in very good shape, the old Nolan wasn’t one to show off his physique all that often so I’d never had the luxury of seeing him shirtless before. But if anything that only made this moment sweeter as I freed my new pecs from their prison and began groping them to my hearts content. Adoring how squishy they were but so firm when I flexed them. Admiring the dusting of chest hair that spread across them. I was only able to pull my hands away from my chest when the desire to flex my biceps again grew too strong to ignore.

Once I was satisfied with the admiration I’d given to my broad upper body (for now), my gaze couldn’t help shifting towards my lower half. A toothy grin spread across my face that seemed extremely out of character for this face as I unhooked my belt and undid pants. I could feel Bryce's eyes watching intently and I yanked down both my pants and cum soaked underwear at the same time, allowing my still half hard cock to spring out. And what a cock it was. It’s length was about average sitting at around 6 inches but god the girth! It was one of the thickest chicks I’d ever seen from the base all the way up to its fat mushroom head which was still drooling cum. And it was mine along with the heavy set of balls that came with it. No wonder Nolan always acted like a hard ass with a pair of bull nuts this big to inflate his ego.

I went on to admire my legs a little after getting over the initial shock that came with my new still twitching dick. Running my hands along my sizeable quads before giving my bulky calves a squeeze. But by far what stole the show was my hot muscle dad ass. We’d already gotten a good idea of how big it was by how its shape was still visible even through some of Nolan’s baggiest pants. But now we got the full show. Nolan’s thick cheeks on full display. And naturally it didn’t take long for me to start squeezing and jiggling them to your delight. Though, considering how the rest of my body had a decent coating of hair, I was surprised to feel how smooth my new ass was.

“You havin fun over there…” Bryce commented, prompting me to turn my attention to him for a moment. When I did I noticed he’d at some point whipped out his own dick as was slowly jerking it to the display I’d been putting on. I guess deep down we were both hot for daddy. Our own daddies at that.

“I’ll be having even more fun when I get this tight virgin hole of mine stretched.” I paced over towards Bryce, giving him a truly affectionate look that he doubt he’d ever seen on his fathers face before. “So how’s about you get in the bed and get your cock ready for me.” I commanded, allowing Nolan’s somewhat dominant nature to seep through.

I didn't need to ask him twice. In a flash Bryce was completely naked, showing off his hairy body once again, before practicing leaping onto the bed with his hands behind his head and his cock standing tall and ready. Now this was a sight. Two best friends stealing the body of each other’s dad only to wanna fuck one another immediately after. In Nolan’s case I suppose it was somewhat poetic justice for everything that he did and said. But it didn’t really matter because the only Nolan left around here was me.

With a lustful smirk I sauntered my way towards the bed before crawling on top of Bryce. Allowing my brand new dad ass to hover gently above his cock as we stared into each other’s eyes. Completely lost in the fantasy of it all until I lent down and pushed my lips against his. It was probably the first time these lips had ever kissed another man willingly but it certainly wouldn’t be the last as I felt our beards gently rubbing together while our kiss deepened. As it did I slowly lowered my ass until Bryce’s throbbing cock was massaging my entrance.

It was then that I broke the kiss and pinned Bryce down with my newfound strength. “Now. I’d say it’s about time we use that big dad dick of yours son to fill your old man’s needy hole.” I sneered down at him, letting him know exactly how I felt all those times he used my dad’s voice to call me son. And by the way his dick began lathering my ass with precum moments later, I could only assume he enjoyed it. However I didn’t let him waste too much of his precious seed before reaching back and grabbing his cock, aligning it perfectly with my hole. “Now gimme that dick!” I roared before lowering myself onto the rod with a deep and guttural moan.

Right away I got to work. Bouncing up and down on that dick as best I could while holding Bryce down. It was intense to say the least. With an asshole this tight I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t quite painful at first but I was willing to push through it if it meant being able to take cock even better with this formerly straight christian ass in the future. At times I moaned my own dad’s name, Bryce, while at other times moaning his original name, Jason, in an attempt to fulfil both our fantasies at once. But as I was slowly able to force more and more of his dick inside me, I eventually stopped calling him Jason all together and decided just to stick to Bryce. Because that’s who he was now. My boyfriend Bryce. Another dad that lives across the street from me. Nolan. A former homophobe turned gay power bottom. Aaron and Jason were simply the names of our two sons who ran off together and memories of them would soon fade into obscurity.

At multiple points I could tell Bryce was eager to flip up over and do the fucking himself but I refused to let him. I might’ve been the one getting fucked here but I was still the one in charge. Whether he liked it or not he was gonna stay put and be my personal fuck pole until I was nice and full. And between all the kissing, touching and dirty talking, I could tell that time was starting to grow near. His balls prepared themselves for the tsunami that was bound to come at this rate.

Feeling this only served to drive me further onwards. Making sure to grind my thick dad butt all the way down to the base. Honestly I didn’t think I’d be able to do it on this body’s first time taking dick but lo and behold I pulled it off. It was painful but boy, just the feeling of filling this new ass of mine completely with cock released an almost incomparable amount of dopamine in my brain. The only thoughts running through my mind were ‘dick’ and ‘cum’ as the levels of joy I was feeling almost matched the pleasure I got from hearing Bryce’s moans echoing through the household. Moans that only continued to get louder and needier until finally I got exactly what I wanted.

The man below me tensed up as his cock began to spasm inside me. I didn’t need three guesses to know what that meant. Especially when I felt his thick hot seed coating my insides while I drained Bryce’s balls to the last drop. Watching as he writhed in pleasure beneath me while unloading buckets worth of cum inside. Seeing his hands grip the bed sheets as his former father pressed his ass down on it a couple more times. Continuing to bounce on his cock until he begged me to stop due to how sensitive it was. Eventually, when I felt as though his cock had nothing left to give me, I adhered to his pleas and released his cock from my asshole’s tight grip.

“Better get used to that babe. From now on I plan on making you drain at least one load into me everyday. This new ass of mine is hungry.” I grinned deviously at him before kissing along his neck, feeling my new mustache rub against his skin. “Your dad was wasting it for so long so I’m gonna make up for all the years he neglected this beautiful ass.” My face moved closer to the hairy pit under his arm. “Mmmm now it’s time for papa to get a good taste of that!” I stated before shoving my nose deep into one of his sweaty armpits and inhaling the gorgeous post sex scent they exuded. I couldn’t help but notice how they smelt subtly different now that I was sniffing them with a different nose. Regardless, they still smelt just delicious. So much so that before long I was running my tongue along his pits greedily to lap up the sweat.

“Do you think… we should head back… to my place before… your wife gets home.” Bryce said between labored breaths.

“I suppose so.” I agreed. “Let me just finish cleaning off your pits. Then we can grab some of my clothes and get out of here.” I added before lapping up more of that delicious salty sweat his hairy pits produced.

———

It’d been roughly three weeks since that day. After we left Nolan's house that day, we hardly ever went back. We took everything of Nolan’s that I might need and brought them back to our place where we stayed after that. Of course my new Wife was furious when I said I was leaving her for Bryce but there wasn’t shit she could do about it. I even told her all about the furious gay sex we had and how he satisfied me more than she ever could by filling me up with cum. It might sound harsh but she wasn’t much better of a parent than the old Nolan so it was karma really. After that she was quick to file for a divorce which I was happy to sign upon being given the papers.

Now Bryce and I live happily together. We both worked pretty much the same jobs our dad’s did before which wasn’t all that hard with their memories. We even went to the gym together which was incredibly fun. However the best part was always getting home and taking off our sweaty clothes so we could swap 'em and sniff each other’s damp, pungent gym clothes. While I usually went for the pouch on his underwear first, my ass sweat must’ve smelt particularly good to him as he always went for the back of my underwear first.

This was then almost always followed up by some hot steamy dad sex. I would always make him bust a load in my hole first but if the prostate stimulation wasn’t enough to make me blow my own nut then we’d flip and I’d fuck his ass relentlessly until he was just as full of cum as I was. Regardless it would seem the power dynamic there had certainly shifted in my favour which I wasn’t gonna complain about.

Besides that however we were already living happier lives than we ever had before. The only bad thing about it all was all the questions people would ask and the odd looks thrown our way for this sudden change in our behaviour. Because of this I suggested to Bryce about looking for a new place to start our lives fresh elsewhere. Somewhere that we wouldn’t already be known by the community. Somewhere we can just be Bryce and Nolan, the hot horny couple of dad’s in the neighborhood. Bryce seemed to like that idea so now we’re looking online for places to move to.

The only hiccup in that plan was that we didn’t want to move too far from Gil’s magic shop. We went back after I became Nolan and Gil himself seemed very impressed with the new form I’d taken. After explaining our moving situation however, he told us not to worry about it. Apparently there were a bunch more Gil’s magic shops all around the world. According to him all of them are connected and every single one has a door portal that brings them to the same place. So regardless of where we move we’ll likely still be able to visit. As confusing as that was, I kinda understood.

With that though, Bryce and I were just excited to begin this new chapter together. And perhaps even spice things up from time to time by purchasing a few more items from Gil’s shop. Regardless I was sure that from this point on, our lives were going to be perfect…

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[another-lost-mc]

RAPHAEL x gn!Reader, 0.8k words, nsfw. Content warnings: Marking/hickies. Possessiveness if you squint. A/N: Inspired by The RAD Vampire Club! Devilgram story.

“This looks fantastic,” you told Raphael as you stretched out your arms in the costume he made for you. It fit you perfectly, and you were genuinely impressed by the craftsmanship of his work. You didn’t expect he would put so much care into an outfit you were only going to wear for one night.

You were surprised when he invited you to Purgatory Hall earlier that week to confirm your measurements. You offered your approximate measurements over the phone, but he insisted he wanted to verify the numbers himself.

“Is that really necessary? I don’t want to waste your time.”

“It’ll be a bigger waste of time if what I make for you doesn’t fit. Who took your measurements?”

“…I did?”

It was embarrassing to think about—the way you twisted in front of the mirror, jotting down your measurements for him and hoping the entire time that the tape wasn't too loose or crooked as you awkwardly measured yourself. You tried your best and hoped that whatever he made would fit, at least.

But then he sighed into the receiver, and you guessed he was imagining how you managed to achieve the numbers you gave him, too. “Come over after dinner and I’ll confirm your measurements myself.”

That’s how you ended up in his bedroom in Purgatory Hall, wearing only your undershirt and underwear, perched on a stepping stool he grabbed from the kitchen he shared with his dorm mates.

You expected him to take your measurements quickly in the sitting room, and maybe he planned on that, until you both realized Solomon was reading on the sofa. Raphael sensed your apprehension and led you straight past the sorcerer and into his room instead.

Raphael’s intense focus while he worked was nerve-wracking enough—you didn’t want to worry about Solomon leering at your half-naked body.

Raphael worked quietly but quickly, drawing the tape measure across your limbs and around your torso. He was respectful, not touching you more than necessary, and you didn't notice his eyes roaming freely over so much exposed skin. You were surprised how comfortable you felt with him in such an intimate position, but there was nothing intimate about this. He was professional about it, and you tried to be too.

He scratched out numbers on the sheet of paper he brought with him—the one with the original dimensions you gave him—and he corrected all of them. He snickered under his breath when he came across one you had measured very poorly.

“Hey, I tried my best!”

He smiled when you crossed your arms over your chest and pouted. “You did, but I want you to look your best even if it’s for a silly party. Let me finish this for you and you can be on your way.”

When Raphael met you at the venue to prepare for the festivities, he handed you a zipped-up clothing bag. You put on the outfit excitedly and stepped out of the dressing room for his approval. He gave you an approving once-over, visibly pleased by how you looked in the costume he tailored specially for you. You were delighted—it was comfortable enough to move around in freely, but fitted enough to be flattering on your body.

He stepped closer to you and after a moment of scrutiny, he pulled a loose thread off your shoulder. “You look like a respectable vampire now. Your unsuspecting victims won't stand a chance.”

You admired yourself in the full-length mirror when he walked away and started tidying his supplies. “Are you coming to the party too?”

His reflection in the mirror shook its head. “I’m not sure I understand the appeal of blood-sucking, even if it's only pretend.”

“I’d let you try, if you're curious,” you joked, looking over your outfit one more time as you smoothed down the front of your jacket.

Your eyes shot back up when you felt something—someone—at your back. Raphael had moved behind you suddenly, and his bright eyes caught your gaze in the mirror. He pushed down the collar of your shirt—gently, so he didn't ruin the lace trim—and bent his head.

His hair tickled the side of your face when his lips brushed against the side of your neck. He hummed when you gasped, and he pushed down a little firmer with his mouth and sucked. He was careful enough so that it didn’t hurt, but there was no mistaking the hint of teeth that scraped your skin before he lifted his head and stepped back again.

“Perhaps I’ll see you the party after all,” he murmured, licking his lips as he turned away. He was out the door, closing it behind him with a decisive click before you could even respond.

You were frozen in place, overwhelmed by the tingling sensation radiating from your neck and the erratic heartbeat hammering in your chest. You leaned forward and stared at your reflection in the mirror. There was an unmistakable mark on your neck now, blooming purple just above your collar where everyone else would see it.

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[mountsmase]

a/n: Hi 🩷🫶🏻 this was originally just a little concept that I was working on as an extension to this, which is why it starts off a little shaky, but the words started flowing and it ended up being so much more 🤭it’s short but this is the first fic I’ve written in a couple months and also the first piece of smut I’ve ever written so I know that this is in no way amazing and it’s definitely not my best work but I still really hope you all enjoy it 😚 feedback is much appreciated as always xx

genre: Smut/A little bit of fluff

word count: 2.2k+

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Mornings Like This - MM7

so imagine…

You and Mase have been awake for a while but you’ve got the day off of work and he doesn’t have to be at Carrington until later in the day, so you’re just snuggled up in bed together having a lazy morning.

There’s rain pitter pattering against the window and an episode of the show you’ve been watching playing quietly on the tv, which neither of you are really paying attention to, too lost in each others company to really focus on anything else.

You’re laying next to him, head resting in the crook of his neck whilst he lies on his back, and his hands are everywhere.

It all starts out as innocent touches, his hand finding it’s way under the shirt that you slept in (his shirt to be exact), tracing random patterns over the soft skin of your lower back, his other resting at a respectable height on your thigh, which is draped over his hips.

But, all the innocence leaves the room when you start getting a little fidgety and begin peppering kisses over the exposed skin of his neck, finding his sweet spot easily and sucking on the sensitive skin there.

He’s still for a few moments, simply just enjoying the warmth of your lips against his skin before he begins inching his hand up your thigh slowly. His thumb rubs gentle, yet somehow still firm, circles into your skin as he pushes his hand up and under the hem of your (his) t-shirt, glad to find his path unobstructed as you didn’t put any pj shorts on before climbing into bed last night.

When you feel his fingers start to fiddle with the material of your panties you lift your head from his neck, briefly meeting his eyes just long enough for him to send you a soft smile before you lean in, your hand coming up to cup his jaw as your lips meet his in a gentle kiss.

He kisses you back instantly, keeping it soft to start, but eventually getting a little more impatient.

His hand slides around your hip and finds it’s way around to your bum, squeezing the soft flesh there which draws a gasp out of your lips. He takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, gliding it against yours as you kiss him back feverishly, body melting against his as he brings his free hand up and to the back of your neck, holding you to him.

You bring your hand away from his jaw, gliding it down his neck and over the bare skin of his chest, relishing in the way his stomach contracts slightly under the light touches of your finger tips. Then you move your thigh down a little, allowing you better access before bringing your hand down and running feather light touches along his length.

His boxers are the only barrier as you cup him gently through the material, feeling him hardening in your hand and the quiet moan he lets out against your mouth sends warmth flooding straight to where you need him.

You slide your hand under the waistband and wrap your fingers around his shaft, tugging gently and swiping your thumb over his tip, smearing the pre-cum that’s collected there.

“Stop bubba” he mumbles against your lips and you stop abruptly, worried you’ve done something wrong until he continues talking, “As much as I’d love for you to continue, I’d love it even more if I was inside of your right now”

“Your wish is my command” you whisper back and he lets out a little giggle before your removing your hand from him completely and resting it against the mattress, preparing to roll on-top and straddle him but he stops you before you have a chance.

His hand makes its way back to your thigh, squeezing gently before swiftly rolling you over so that he’s hovering above you.

Your messy bed hair fans out on the pillow around you and he swears he’s never seen anyone more beautiful than you in this moment. Your lips slightly swollen, eyes wide and full of lust as you stare back at him and skin glowing in the morning sun that’s seeping through the curtains.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous” his words have a flush spreading across your cheeks and you turn your head, attempting to bury your face into the pillow but he’s quick to stop you, his warm palm cupping your jaw and keeping his gaze locked on yours.

No matter how long you’ve been with him, you’ll never be used to how often he compliments you, it has butterflies swarming in your chest every time.

“Nuh-uh, none of that. No hiding.” He leans down, lips barely brushing against yours.

“Now, are you going to let me make you feel good, pretty girl, or are you going to leave me hanging?” He mutters against your lips and your left speechless at his words, instead opting to crash your lips back against his in a kiss that’s much more intense than the one you shared just minutes before.

Your tongues battle for dominance as one of your hands grips his shoulder, the other finding its way to the back of his head and tugging his hair slightly, pulling a groan from his lips.

One of his hands rests on the mattress beside your head, steadying himself as his free hand lands on your hip, caressing the bare skin of your stomach that’s been left on show after your shirt rode up, now sitting bunched bellow your boobs rather than reaching your mid thighs.

“Let’s get this off, baby” he murmurs and tugs at the material, you raise your self off the bed slightly so he can pull the material up and over your head, tossing it somewhere behind him before lowering you back down.

His lips don’t return to yours like you expect them to, instead, he’s kissing down the expanse of your neck and your instinctively tilting your head back to give him better access. Shivering at the feeling of his beard scratching lightly against your delicate skin.

He grazes his teeth over your soft spot, a breathy moan leaving your lips at the feeling of his teeth sinking into your sensitive skin. He sucks harshly before soothing the area with his tongue and you know he’s most likely left a mark but you can’t bring your self to care as his lips continue their journey down to your chest.

His tongue traces down your collar bones and the valley of your breasts before heading to one side. He suctions his lips around your nipple, tongue gliding over the peak whilst his hand shows the other side some attention, thumb rubbing soft circles over the neglected nipple and you can’t help but let out soft whimpers as he switches to the other side.

“Mase, baby, please” a breathy moan leaves your lips at the feeling of his mouth all over your body, your hips grinding up into his in an attempt to find yourself some relief.

“I know bub, going to make you feel so good, I promise” his head leaves your chest and he sits back between your legs, smiling down at you softly.

“Lift your hips for me bub” he taps his fingers against your hips and you do as he asks, he pulls your panties down your legs, throwing them in the same direction as your t-shirt before discarding his boxers too and then he’s laying back over you.

He runs the pads of his fingers over your bundle of nerves a few times, drawing a moan from you before dipping his fingers into your folds. He collects some of your wetness, spreading it over his length before making sure you’re comfortable enough.

“Ready, baby?” You give him a reassuring nod when you feel him lining himself up, his tip nudging slighting against your clit but he hesitates and you can’t help but whimper.

“I need your words baby” he asks, turning a little more serious for a second and your heart warms.

No matter how long you’ve been together, he always wants a verbal confirmation before taking this step with you and it’s something you have grown to appreciate so much.

“Yes Mase, I need to feel you, please” you beg, arching your body into him as your overcome with a sudden desperation to feel him inside of you.

And with that he moves his hips forward, inching his way into you slowly, giving you time to adjust to him as he eventually buries himself to the hilt and covers your body with his.

One of your hands instinctively tangles itself into his hair, and when he notices the other one gripping tightly at the bed sheets, he takes it in his, holding it up and above your head and interlocking his fingers with yours.

“Fuck baby, you feel so fucking good around me” he moans out, having to remind himself to take things slow when he feels your warmth starts fluttering around him.

He rests his forehead against yours, leaving soft kisses to your lips whilst giving you time to adjust, and when you give him the go ahead to move, your moans mix together as he pulls almost all the way out, before thrusting back in.

He keeps his pace slow, taking his time with you. The hand that’s not holding yours finds your thigh, pulling your leg up to rest over his hip as he thrusts deeply, the new angle allowing his tip to brush that spot that has you seeing stars.

“Fuck Mase,” you moan into his shoulder,

“That feel good baby?” he manages to get out, unable to keep his own moans in when he feels the way you’re clenching around him.

“So good Masey, you’re making me feel so good”

He feels his cheeks heat at the praise and he pulls his face from where it found home in your neck, his eyes meeting yours and your gaze is so full of love he swears his heart is going to explode.

Your eyes flutter closed, the view of him above you too much. The sight of his flushed cheeks, swollen lips, and his hair tousled from your fingers too overwhelming for you to keep them open.

“None of that, need you to look at me y/n” he rests his forehead against yours and you follow his request, meeting his intense gaze and you almost shy away from the eye contact again, but there’s something so captivating about his chocolate brown eyes that you can’t help but stare right back.

“I love you so fucking much” his says, voice raspy.

“I love you too” you echo, voice a little shaky from the pleasure running through your body.

Your fingers dig into the skin of his shoulder as he continues thrusting into you, nails scratching his skin slightly but he can’t bring himself to care as his lips claim yours in another searing kiss.

You’re moaning into each others mouths, breaths mixing together as picks up his pace slightly, feeling like he’s in heaven as your plush walls continue to contract around him.

Your hand moves from his shoulder and takes his free one, guiding it down to where your bodies meet and doesn’t need to ask to know what you want, his thumb flicking over your clit as your hips start thrusting up in time with his.

“Mase, I’m so close, I wanna cum with you” you sob, squeezing your eyes closed as he buries himself inside of you, bottoming out completely before resuming his thrusts, his hips faltering slightly as he feels his own orgasm fast approaching.

He wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to him as he tucks his face into your neck, his moans against your ear sending you barrelling towards your release.

“I’m right there with you, I’ve got you bubs, let go for me,” his voice is husky and slightly mumbled into your neck, but his confirmation is all you need to go tumbling over the edge, your orgasm crashing into you like a wave.

The feeling of your walls fluttering and constricting around him is what sends him over the edge, his thrusts slowing completely as he reaches his own high, your bodies practically becoming one as he slumps on top of you.

You lay there for a few moments, basking in the feeling of your bodies against each other as you compose your selves, your heartbeats slowly returning to normal pace and your chests no longer heaving.

He pushes himself up, leaving a kiss to your forehead as he pulls out of you, a whine leaving your lips in protest at the empty feeling and his body no longer pressed against yours.

“Gotta get you cleaned up baby, stay here” he says, voice a little raspy as he climbs off the bed.

“Okay,” You say tiredly, letting him disappear into the ensuite bathroom and he returns not even a few minuets later, fresh pair of boxers on and wash cloth in his hand as he leans over you.

He swipes the warm cloth through your folds and you wince slightly at the feeling, but he’s quick in cleaning you up, stroking the material over your thighs and stomach before discarding it into the laundry bin along with your panties and shirt from earlier.

“Thank you,” you murmur as he returns to the bed, helping to change into a fresh pair of panties and yet another one of his shirts before you quickly run into the bathroom to pee.

He’s back in bed when you return, the show that you were watching earlier rerun back to the start of the episode so you can catch up on what you missed whilst you were…you know.

You climb under the covers and snuggle into his side, getting comfy again as he wraps his arms around you.

“You okay, bubs?” He murmurs, keeping his voice low as he adjusts so he can hold you better.

“More than okay” you assure him, voice soft as you leave a kiss to his cheek and settle into him, tiredness taking over you, and you’re so ready to spend the rest of the morning with him, napping and being as lazy as can be until he eventually has to get up and leave for training.

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[beefrobeefcal]

Dark!Frankie Saga: I

Chapter One: Signed and Sealed

Pairing: Dark!Frankie Morales x Fem!Reader

Summary:

Boston. The Frontiersmen is a crime syndicate that deals in drugs, arms, and anything else they can to keep themselves on top. Since the original ring leader, Tom, was allegedly taken out by a rival gang, it's now run by Big Fish, with Pope second in command. Ironhead runs the numbers and Benny is the muscle. Your family member put you down as collateral when they needed credit to score more smack. Problem is, they can't pay it back, and Big Fish & the Frontiersmen always get their payment...

Rating: Explicit 18+ (MDNI)

Chapter Word Count: 4,353

Content Warning: Not smut yet (apologies), references to SA, drugs, violence, threats of violence, crime, food talk, weight talk

Author's Notes: An everlasting and beautiful thank you to @neverwheremoonchild for their never-ending THOTs, hot takes, and for beta'ing this. Your support is why I adore this platform - Thank you, Nevy! 💜🥩💜 Y'all say thank you to Nevy for basically brainstorming this with me!

And this is not the Chubby!Frankie we know and love in the Catfish & the Mouse universe; he's dark, mean, and hungry.

I'll be updating this each week (Monday/Tuesday) until you lose interest or I finish it - let's see what happens first! 👌

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The reality of the situation was hitting you hard. Your older brother, the one most would think of as a protector, had betrayed you in the worst way imaginable.  

He had a drug problem for the majority of his adult life, but now it had become a full-blown catastrophe. Steven, your brother, owed money to some of the worst people in the state, maybe even the country. The Frontiersmen, a powerful syndicate, had allowed him to rack up a ridiculous debt that they knew he wouldn’t be able to pay, but you didn’t know what he’d put down as collateral – you. 

You were now nothing more than a bargaining chip to prolong your brother’s coke problem and buy him more credit. You were now property being handed over to a terrifying group of men who made a profit off of people’s darkest needs. 

“I know... I know I fucked up... I know I did.”, Steven sobbed into his hands in front of you. “I thought I’d be able to pay them back...” 

You sat in your living room, numb to it all, watching Steven cry. You knew he was sorry now, but you doubted it was because of what he’d done to you. No, you were sure it had more to do with the fact that the Frontiersmen had cut him off until he paid his debt. Until you were turned over to pay that debt. 

You weren't sure if it was minutes or hours that you sat and watched him sob in your living room, but it was interrupted by a knock at your door. Your head took a minute to process that your body was already moving and opening the door. 

Standing in front of you was a tall, blond man and a shorter, dark haired man. Both their eyes were on you in cold stares. You just stared right back. You guessed who they were, or at least what they were doing here at your apartment. Wordlessly, you stepped aside and opened the door to allow them entrance.  

The taller, blond man moved passed you and into the living room while the smaller, dark haired man waited for you to move so he could close the door and lock it. 

You gave him a curt smile and nod, stepping back away from the door.  

After closing the door, he turned around and looked you up and down, with a small, yet menacing smile. He huffed in a dry laugh before motioning you to the living room. 

A sour feeling washed over you and your mouth salivated like you were going to be sick, but you looked down and walked into the living room where your brother was on his knees in front of the blond man. 

“... so she had no idea you signed her life away?”, the blond man scowled then turned to look at you. 

His icy stare caused you to shrink and wrap your arms around yourself.  You stepped back, bumping into the shorter, dark haired man. His hands came to your arms gently and he held you in place. 

“Benny...”, he warned in a low tone. “We came here for two things: payment and a reminder.” 

Your body trembled in his hold, and he rubbed your arms gently. You knew better than to believe he actually gave a shit about you, and he was more than likely doing this to get you to go with them without making a scene. You weren't going to resist; their reputation was more than enough incentive to go quietly. 

“He’s a shitbag, Pope... fucking sold out his sister!”, he barks, his eyes narrowing at you, then snapping to the other man while he motioned his hand at you. “She didn’t even know!” 

“Payment, Benny!”, Pope spoke sharply. “Payment and a reminder. That’s it.” 

You jumped when Pope’s volume increased but stayed in place, and Benny looked at you again, his eyes now reading more furious than cold. 

You swallowed thickly, the lump in your throat growing, and looked down.  

“I’ll fucking remind this sonofabitch...”, Benny muttered as pulled out a rag and wrapped it around his fist. 

Your lip trembled and Pope’s hands stopped their gentle rubbing, and he held your arms a little firmer, pulling you back against him. 

“You don’t need to see this, honey.”, he said softly in your ear, causing you to shudder at the warmth and tenor of his voice. “Unless you want to...” 

You kept your gaze low, not noticing the look of remorse and sympathy Benny gave you as you shook your head.  

“Come on then.”, Pope said softly, turning you around and tilting your face up to his with his finger and thumb on your chin. “Are you gonna behave or do I have to cuff you?” 

Your eyes widened and your body’s trembling intensified; you shook your head and squeaked out, “I... I’ll behave.” 

Pope smiled at you, eyes roving over your face, and he nodded. “Let’s get some things packed up for you and head to the car.” 

He watched as your shaky hands packed a bag in your bedroom; clothing, toiletries and personal items. He confiscated your cell phone and laptop, saying that they had to be secured first and you might get them back.  He picked up your packed back and led you to the door. 

The last thing you heard as Pope led you out was the sickening sound of a fist hitting flesh and Steven scream. 

***** 

Frankie was a reluctant leader. He didn’t ask to be put in charge, but his strategic problem solving, and his restrained demeanor worked in his favour to put him at the top. 

Since Tom was taken out, both Pope and Will had said that Frankie was the best choice to lead the Frontiersmen if he gave up his coke habit. Kicking that was easy; the hard part was filling the void that was left. But he found something with relative ease. 

Will watched Frankie as he finished his large pizza; he was now used to watching Frankie eat in their meetings. He’d watched as Frankie had gone from being a lean and muscled soldier with an angular face to what the new leadership role had carved him into over the past few years – big. His thick and muscled arms stretched his sleeves, his face was fuller with a patchy beard, and big belly pulled every shirt he owned taut around the middle when he hadn’t eaten to capacity. Despite his weight gain, Will was glad his friend and boss was off the smack. 

“Where’s Pope and Benny?”, Frankie asked between bites. 

“Picking up payment from that skid, Steven. Not money.”, Will said, eyes down in his notes, avoiding Frankie’s questioning look. 

“Not money?” 

“The collateral he put his debt against.”, Will said in a blunt tone, hoping to move on before having to elaborate. “We have a few things we need to iron out when they get back...” 

“Collateral but not money?”, Frankie asked again in a firmer tone. “Explain what the fuck that means.” 

Will sighed. This ‘collateral’ was a holdover from when Tom was in charge, and despite him not liking it, he felt it necessary to hold Steven accountable and take what they were owed; he agreed to the decision with Pope to move forward, and they were both going to tell Frankie about it. But Pope wasn’t back yet, and it was left to Will. 

“It’s not money.”, Will said, avoiding Frankie’s raised eyebrows. 

“Yeah... I got that. So, what is it?” 

“His sister.” 

Frankie groaned and put his head in his hands. “Please, for the love of god, tell me Pope isn’t bringing back a person in lieu of payment.” 

“He is.” Will kept his eyes low. He knew he and Santi were taking a risk doing this, especially given they were going above Frankie’s head. But they also knew that Frankie needed to put fear in the minds of anyone who had a debt to pay. 

Frankie’s jaw tightened and he sat back and looked at Will. 

“Will.”, he barked. “Look at me and tell me what the fuck is going on.” 

“It’s an old contract we had with this guy... it was done up under Tom.”, Will paused, then sat forward, hardening his tone. “Look, Pope made the call and I agreed. You need to scare the people that owe you money; you need to collect on your debts. People are starting to think you’re going soft, Fish.” 

It wasn’t a lie. Frankie was more lenient than Tom was, allowing for extensions and lighter repercussions. There were more people willing to deal with late penalties than actually pay, and Will didn’t want this to get out of hand. He just wished Pope was here to tell Frankie himself. 

“Fuck.”, Frankie snapped. “Maybe so, Will, but we’re not human traffickers! We don’t take people!” 

“Steven has a big mouth. He’s not going to sit on this. He's going to run his mouth, looking for help to get her back. Words going to get out that you – YOU, Frankie – took his fucking sister. He’s not going to tell anyone that he put her down as collateral. He’s going to paint you as the asshole who took what he was owed. It’s good PR.”  

Will sat back, hoping this would be enough to keep Frankie from losing his shit. 

“So, we took some girl because this fucking skid couldn’t pay.”, Frankie spat out, clenching his fist. He raised his voice, yelling, “And my name gets dragged through the mud as the fucker who called for it?” 

Will raised his hands, trying to calm him. “Your reputation as someone not willing to let debts go unpaid is solidified, Fish.” 

Frankie sat back, aghast. His mind suddenly went to Steven’s sister.  

“Did she know?” 

Will looked down at his notebook, then up again. “I don’t think so. Pope messaged and said she was pretty shook up.” 

Frankie let out a heavy sigh and put his head back in his hands. “What else did he say?” 

Will hesitated with a smile on his face and waited for Frankie to look at him. “He said she’s hot.” 

***** 

You didn’t look out the window to see where you were headed. Sitting between the two men, you glanced over at Benny, seeing the small spatter of blood on his sleeves – your brother’s blood. A sick vindication warmed your cheeks, knowing he was at least bleeding for what he’d done, even if it wasn't specifically for what he’d done to you. 

Benny noticed you looking at his hands, and he grinned.  

“He pissed his pants.”, he chuckled. “Had the nerve to beg me not to hurt him.” 

You nodded, eyes darting back to your own hands in your lap. While it gave you a moment of reprieve from the imminent doom creeping through your mind, it didn’t help the situation he put you in. 

The car slowed to a stop and Pope opened the door, getting out.  

“Benny, take her to the rec room. I’ll get Fish.” 

Your blood ran cold. Fish, otherwise known as Big Fish, was the head of the Frontiersmen and it scared you shitless to know you were going to meet him. 

Benny nudged you. “Come on, honey.” 

You looked up at him, trembling, and nodded. Shakily taking his hand, he helped you out of the car. Grabbing your bag from the trunk, he put his hand on the small of your back and guided you inside the building. 

“Shakin’ like a leaf, honey.”, he mused. “Just behave like a good girl and you got nothing to worry about.” 

You nodded again, feeling your chin quiver. Behave like a good girl. What does that mean? Sudden realization washes over you in a cold sweat as to what payment they could want from you. Your breathing became ragged at the thought of what they would do to you, do to your body.  

Benny opened a door to a rec room with some men playing darts, drinking, talking. 

“Clear out, boys. Boss’s coming down.”, Benny boomed. 

All eyes were on you now, and with a firm look from Benny, they began to leave, murmuring and hushed voices wondering who you were and what was going on.  

“Didn’t ask for you to clear out slow, boys!”, he barked angrily, making you flinch. “Fuckin’ move!” 

With that, the room was cleared almost instantly, and Benny led you to an armchair, guiding you to sit. 

“You want anything, honey?”, he motioned to the fridge, walking towards it, looking at you with a warm smile. 

You shook your head, keeping your eyes low.  

“You sure? We got some soda, beer... “, he said, taking stock of what was in the fridge, then turning back to you. His face fell when he saw the thousand-yard stare in your eyes. 

He tapped the fridge with his fingers, thinking. He didn’t like that you were being used like this. You were pretty and seemed sweet, and definitely didn’t deserve what your skid mark of a brother had done to you.  

“Hey. Can you cook?” 

You look over to him and nod slowly.  

“What’s your specialty?” 

“My… my what?”, you asked, shaking your head. 

“What’s your go to recipe that you know you’re good at makin’, honey?”, he responded, closing the fridge and leaning against it, facing you. 

“I… I make a pretty good lasagna.” 

Benny’s grin was wide, and he nodded. “Perfect.” 

***** 

“What the fuck were you thinking?”, Frankie bellowed at Pope, slamming his fist down. 

Both he and Will were seated at the table in the office while Frankie stood, reprimanding them. 

“Fish… the guy’s a fucking junkie and he wasn’t going to be able to pay. Just took what we’re owed – what you’re owed!”, Pope tried to reason. 

“I’m not owed a fucking person, Pope! You shoulda just let Benny break his legs or something.” 

“Broken leg isn’t enough for his debt, Frank.”, Will said calmly, leaning back in his chair. “He owed way too much money. Broken leg, even legs, isn’t going to cut it. Needed to be bigger. Something to scare him and anyone else not paying shitless.” 

Frankie held onto the back of his chair and shook his head angrily. “Why didn’t you ask? Why didn’t you fucking talk to me first?” 

Before Will could try and reason with Frankie, Pope casually said with a smile, “Because I knew you would’ve balked at it. Would’ve said no.” 

Will sighed and gave Pope a glare and Frankie looked at him, furious. 

“So, you run this fucking show now?”, Frankie growled with his knuckles turning white from how hard he was gripping the chair.  

Pope’s smile fell and he raised his hands. “Not what I meant, Frankie. I just saw an opportunity for you to make a statement and – “ 

Frankie harshly threw the chair out of his way and stalked over to Pope, leaning over him and spoke in a terrifyingly low growl. 

“You go around me one more fucking time, Santiago, I’ll cut your fucking hands off.” 

He kept his face, full of contempt and fury, close to Pope’s, and Pope nodded at him, sweating under Frankie’s glare, knowing full well what he was capable of – cutting off limbs being one of those things. 

“You, too.”, Frankie snarled as he stood up, pointing at Will. “Understood?” 

They both nodded. Frankie’s loud voice and stature, wide shoulders and strong arms, already made him intimidating when he was mad, but with the added bulk he was carrying, he was downright terrifying. 

“Yeah, un-understood.”, Pope stammered.  

“What do you want us to do with her?”, Will asked quietly. 

Frankie leaned back on the table; it groaned under his weight.  

“You brought her here with no plan for her? What the fuck is wrong with – “ 

Will interjected quickly. “She could be useful… for you.” 

“What?”, Frankie barked, standing up. 

Pope knew where Will was going with and added with a dark grin. “She’s a fucking hottie, Fish. Could be useful.” 

Frankie shook his head and looked at Will, ignoring Pope’s comment, and speaking in a harsh tone. What do you mean – useful for me?” 

Will swallowed. “Maybe she’s got some skills, can be put to work. If Pope’s right and she’s cute, what’s the harm? Not like she could say no to you.” 

Frankie thought for a moment. She could say no… and if he fucked her anyway, what did that say about him?  

“Jesus, Will…”, he huffed, shaking his head. His eyes coldly looked up and met Will’s, and growled loudly, “The fuck is wrong with you? I expect that kind of shit from him, but not you.” 

Frankie moved and stood right in front of Will, arms crossed and glaring down at him. 

“That’s not what we do.”, he snarled lowly. “That’s what fucking Tom did.” 

Will glanced at Pope before nodding at Frankie.  

He held the glare with Will for a moment longer then looked between the two men. 

“Where is she?”, he sighed. 

“With Benny. In the rec room.”, Pope murmured. 

Frankie rolled his eyes and let out an exasperated sigh, then motioned for Will get her. 

***** 

Benny had been trying his hardest to keep you calm and distracted with questions and musings for the last hour and a half. He was occasionally interrupted by one of the grunts – as he called them – wandering in to hang out, not having gotten the run down from any of the other guys that the rec room was closed, and Benny would chase them out. 

“… so this guy’s got a wrench and I only got a plastic spoon, and he’s comin’ at me with it – “ 

Benny’s story is interrupted by the door opening. He turned to yell at whoever it was to get out but stopped when another tall, blond man walked into the room. He looked you over quickly and nodded his head to Benny. 

Benny stood up and walked towards the man and speaking softly. As they spoke, you could only hear bits and pieces, but you were able to pick up was that this man’s name was probably Will and Benny told him you could cook. 

Will held his hand up to shush Benny and walked towards you. He sat down in the armchair Benny previously occupied, while Benny stood to your other side, hands in his jean pockets. 

Will let out a long sigh as he sat back, elbow on the armrest and chin on his fist. You could feel his eyes burning over you as you kept your own low and on his shoes. 

“Benny says you can cook.”, his voice was cool and flat, with a slight lilt to it.  

You nodded. “Yeah… yes. I can cook.” You tried to match at least his flat tone, but the fear Benny had spent the last while trying to quell had sunk its fang s back into you. 

Will nodded and looked at Benny, nudging his head to let him know he could leave -  he should leave.  

Benny huffed a nervous breath and left the room. But he didn’t go far; you could see his shadow lingering under the door. 

“Not gonna beat around the bush, honey. Boss doesn’t want you here, and frankly, neither do I.”, he said plainly with a hint of warmth. 

While there was no malice in his voice, the smoldering anger in his eyes said otherwise. You nodded.  

“But you’re here, and you say you can cook. Boss needs someone to cook for him since the last one was caught stealing and… went for a swim.” 

“I can cook… wha-what does the boss like?”, you ignored his last statement and forced yourself to speak. 

“Boss likes pretty girls.”, Will chuckled with a small smile, leaning forward and putting a hand on your knee. “Especially likes pretty girls that can be useful.” 

You lowered your head and nodded, trying to hold back the full body shudder that was desperately trying to rip through you. 

He watched you closely when he spoke, trying to get a reading on how easily you were intimidated. While he knew Frankie would more than likely act like you weren’t there, he couldn’t say the same for Pope or himself, let alone any of the other men, and until Frankie said you were off limits, you were fair game. 

“Don’t be shy, honey. No one else here is gonna be.”, he said with a dark chuckle. “Look at me.” 

You looked up at him and the menacing glare in his eyes glowed.  

“Just behave like a good girl. You might make it out of here alive.” 

***** 

The Benny who had tried to console you was gone the moment you walked out of the rec room with Will. He was now cold and stoic, no emotion, and he was intimidating. Benny walked ahead of you and Will walked beside you, his arm around your waist and they led you down the hallway. 

Benny turned and opened a door, walking in and standing to the side, remaining at the door as if to keep guard. 

It was an office. At the far end was a floor-to-ceiling window that spanned the wall, looking out onto the pier, with a desk in front if it, facing you. Behind the desk was a large, high back swivel chair, and in front of it were four plush lounge chairs, arranged to face the desk. Along the sides of the office were shelves containing books, pictures, and other personal odds and ends. Everything was either wood or brass, unless it was upholstered; the room was dated and smelled like stale cigars, old wood, and another scent that took you a minute to place - pizza. 

Will ushered you to sit in one of the centre chairs facing the desk and stood behind you with his hand on your shoulder, as if he thought you might try and escape – you’d given up on that idea back in your apartment. 

There were a pair of footsteps approaching outside the door and your body stiffened; Will gave your shoulder a squeeze as the door opened. You kept your head low and forward, not daring to look at who came in, although you were sure you knew who it was. 

Pope came and sat in the chair next to you and smiled. Will removed his hand and sat in the chair on your other side, and Benny stood behind you. Heavy footsteps moved between your and Will’s chairs, and then you saw him.  

He was tall with broad shoulders, and was wearing fitted, faded jeans and a black and red bowling shirt. His crossed arms stretched the sleeves, and the desk creaked as he leaned back on it. You dared to look up at his face, and you were taken aback; instead of the steely blue stare you got from Benny or Will, or the dark, cold void that Pope had, you were met with big brown, warm eyes looking you over, and a soft face sporting patchy facial hair and mustache. His hair was dark brown and slicked back. Your eyes flicked down his large frame quickly and you noted how his buttons pulled across his ample stomach.  

“Huh.”, he mused quietly as his eyes trailed over you more blatantly. His tongue flicked between his lips softly as if he were thinking.  

“Pope was right. You’re cute.”, he huffed, putting a toothpick in his mouth. “I don’t have any fuckin’ use for cute.” 

“She cooks.”, Will interjected.  

Frankie’s eyes darted to Will and then back to you, and he looks you up and down again. 

“Okay… so you cook.”, Frankie said with a hint of annoyance. “What else you got?” 

Your eyes looked up to his face and you were met with his mouth pulled into a tight line and his eyes baring down on you; the intensity of his stare was almost too much. He raised a brow at you as if to say I asked you a question. 

You looked back down at your hands, needing to break the connection your eye contact with him had made. 

“I used to… used to work in an office. I can file, balance books… other administrative… things - ” 

“Interesting… Tell me you’re thinking the same thing I am, Fish.”, Pope chuckled quietly. “A hot secretary.” 

He turned his attention to you and his hand moved to your thigh, his fingers roving under your skirt and up closer to your crotch. His voice dropped into a honeyed tone, dripping in venom. “You ever fucked your boss, honey? You’ve got four now.” 

You try to not make any movements, but the subtle way you shift screams your discomfort.  

“Jesus, Pope. Stop.”, Benny huffed under his breath behind you.  

Pope chuckled and gave your thigh a squeeze before removing his hand. Frankie’s stare didn’t leave you; he wanted to see how well you handled being the target of men’s overt advances and their groping. His narrowed eyes watched as you tried not to squirm or give a reaction to Santi’s hand or words, and he frowned. 

The only sound in the room was the desk Frankie rested on creaking as he shifted his weight. He sighed deeply.  

“Ben, get her a room set up in the barracks. Take her with you. I’m fuckin’ done looking at this.”, he grunted, motioning his hand aggressively in your direction.  

“I can take her.”, Pope chimed in with a low and crooning voice. You could hear the grin in his voice and his eyes in you, and you wondered what changed from when he came to your apartment to now. 

“Fuck off, Pope!”, Benny hissed. 

“Hey!”, Frankie yelled angrily. “Pope, stay right the fuck where you are. Benny, get her out of here. Now!” 

Benny’s hand quickly came around to your arm, tugging you out of the chair, and out of the room. The last glimpse of Frankie you got was watching him glare at you from his position against the desk. 

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[universalwhoreofthesouth]

Repudiation - MITO

Pairing: ex boyfriend! MITO x gn! reader

Genre: angst (but with a “happy” ending)

Warning(s): mito is his own individual (no ian mentions), mentions toxic relationship, mito refuses to let you go, the m in mito stands for mad man, bonnie & clyde mentions (ifykyk), slight self harm mention

A/N: I got inspired to write this because 1. I love Mito and his involvement with The Other Side lore and 2. I read pt. 1 and 2 of Set My Wings On Fire by @nirvanawrites111

A/N: Is it fucked up that I was lowkey giggling while writing this?

It was a quarter before midnight. The cold raindrops poured down from the sky, tapping against your black umbrella as you walked from your now ex boyfriend’s house. Your mind was racing although you were upset.. You weren’t as upset as you’d thought you’d be. It was more complicated than explained. When you and.. Him Mito broke up, you thought that hole in your heart could never be filled again. Too broken to fix. Too wounded to be cured. Even when you were in a new relationship, your mind was still in the past imagining that he was with you instead. You felt your chest start to close in on itself, your lungs burning, aching for a release as your eyes watered, tears threatening to spill down your cheeks like a waterfall. Fuck.

You grabbed your phone, smacking your teeth when realizing that it’s almost dead. You swallowed down your urge to scream and cause a scene despite the empty sidewalk you were occupying. You tried to think of a solution. Maybe call someone? Try to call a taxi? You only had 5 percent battery left. You go to phone a friend until you hear whistling through the rain. At first you didn’t think much of it until you recognized the tune of said whistling. A tune he created and would always mimic with his fingers or guitar.

It can’t be…

Right?

“I’ve been looking for you (Y/N)” his gravelly voice still gave your spine chills. You kept walking but you knew he would follow you like he always did.

“I know you hear me speaking to you (Y/N)” You sigh and stop walking with your back turned to him.

“How did you find me?”

“That’s not a nice way to greet your love now is it?”

“Mito.”

“I love when you say my name angel” you could hear the cheekiness in his voice, making you more frustrated.

“What do you want?”

“There’s plenty that I want but I need you. I need to fix what we had” You scoffed.

“You need me? Even after everything you’ve done to me? I’d rather die”

“I visited death many times before darling so I know that’s an exaggeration from you”

“Can you just leave me alone? You’ve already ruined my life enough”

“If I really did ruin your life, you wouldn’t be standing to tell the tale, isn’t that right?”

“You’re fucking crazy.” You feel his eyes stare daggers into your back, piercing through your skin. Then he laughed but it didn’t sound joyful.

“I’d prefer the term, misguided, but I’ll play along with your game (Y/N) since I’m crazy” The air went stiff.

“Do you want me to show you crazy?” You flinched as you felt his warm breath brush against the nape of your neck, leaving goosebumps on your skin.

“Get off of me..”

“Answer my question~”

“No, I don’t”

“What a shame. I was going to show you what I did with the cunt’s body once you left the apartment” You turn around and face him, hoping you didn’t hear what you just heard.

“You what?”

“And you wonder how I always find you. A birdie told me that you had a boyfriend but I originally thought to leave you alone until I found out what the bastard did behind your back so I took matters into my own hands but I did get a little help” A wave of nausea hit you when he smiled despite saying the most corrupt thing.

“How did you.. Why?!” Mito wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you in closely.

“Because you’re mine and I always protect what’s mine”

“I’m not yours anymore Mito. You can go to jail for doing this” He smiles wickedly again.

“As if the police would catch me and as long as you don’t say a word, everything will be fine. I didn’t train a snitch, did I?” His dark eyes bored into yours, making you look away from the intense gaze.

“No.. you didn’t but this isn’t right! You killed my ex and expect me to go back to you after doing that!” You tried to push him off but it was pointless, him being twice your size in every way.

“Why would I expect something that I know is going to happen? The old (Y/N) would fawn over it”

“Well I’m not the old (Y/N) anymore, I matured”

“For the worse, you lost the fun in you” He chuckled, frustrating you.

“No, I realized that being with you would cause me nothing but hell”

“But you were happier then, no?” You bit your tongue, unable to defend yourself. You were happier with him. He took care of you when he wasn’t spiraling out of control. He loved you intensely, in ways not even a normal person can mimic. He would carve his own heart out and give it to you to prove his love for you. Though it did scare you at first, not wanting Mito to harm himself to show that he loved you but as time grew, you embraced it.

“I was happier but it only for a little while”

“So you’re saying you weren’t happy with me?”

“That’s not what-”

“Look me in my eyes when you say that.” You look back at Mito, seeing an unrecognizable glint in his eyes, instantly swallowing your words.

“Just as I thought. You’re a bad liar (Y/N). You swear up and down the street that you hate my guts and wished I left you alone but you secretly love it. You love when you’re all I think about. You enjoy corrupting my mind, you’re not innocent in this.” He hisses but his expression wasn’t anger, he was amused. You were caught, you didn’t know what to say in rebuttal. No matter how many times you said no, your heart said yes. Your heart said go back into his arms and everything will be okay. You didn’t realize that you started crying until you felt Mito’s rough hands caress your cheek, wiping your tears.

“I just.. Felt lost after we split. I didn’t know what to do”

“Neither did I, which is why I kept looking for you. You complete me (Y/N) but you kept running from me”

“Because I was afraid that everything wouldn’t be the same again” He chuckled.

“Nothing in this puny little world could make me love you any less darling. You’re my angel, the piece that makes me whole” Your heart swelled at his words.

“All I ask for is you to take me back and we try again” He takes your hand and presses his lips against your knuckle, right on the small “m” scar on your right hand.

“I want to try again” You whisper, the dead butterflies coming back to life.

#Spotify #dpr scenarios #dpr ian #dpr ian x reader #krnb #dream perfect regime #the other side

[nuzipilled]

I adore the Pacific Rim/Murder Drones Au! :o I wonder if its fine to ask questions.

Who was N's partner that he lost?

Are J and V possibly as well pilots for jaeger's?

OMG @limeinaltime we got fanz

i’m still parsing together the lore™️ but i imagine that in this au the worker drones were built originally to help assemble the jeagers, and then repurposed as pilots as the kaiju threat and human losses grew. the setback was the mechanics of the jeagers were too much for the worker drone’s little bodies, so they needed to be modified to accommodate that—hence disassembly drones. Tessa was the daughter of the ceo at JcJenson who were the original manufacturers of the workers and also a rookie pilot at the time, so it made sense that her drones would be the prototypes. Their AI originally proved to be ineffective when drifting with another drone and so they needed a human counterpart to drift with while the company worked out the kinks in their programming.

it just so happened that because she was so close with with them all and generally just an openhearted, good person she was sort of considered the MacGyver of the jaeger program and was virtually drift compatible with all of them. she would take turns drifting with them in their respective jeagers and training them until their AI was developed enough to be compatible with each other. then i think that N was paired off with V while Tessa stuck with J.

An incident happened shortly afterwards that ended up getting Tessa killed and N was so traumatized by the experience that him and V started to have issues with their drift and he eventually was retired as her partner, with J taking her place. J taunts N about this relentlessly. N was delegated the responsibility of training rookie drones, still in their worker bodies in preparation of their modification so that they can become pilots too and effectively make humans obsolete and therefore safer.

As time goes on, and the threat continues to grow, the company has no choice but to recommission N, but since the incident his terror of stepping back into a jeager hasn’t faded. It is virtually impossible to find somebody that’s compatible.

he ends up taking a liking to Uzi, a spunky, rebellious rookie, whose parents just so happened to also be pilots during the experimental days where jcjenson was still using worker drones as stand ins for humans. Khan also lost his partner, Nori and is very much opposed to the idea of Uzi following in their footsteps because of it. Uzi however is practically foaming at the mouth to get into a mech and eventually, despite her not being modified, N warily to take her to the launch bay for a joyride and finds out to Uzi’s joy and N’s horror that they are drift compatible.

I have more to say on this, but I’m actually driving right now and using voice to text I got so excited to answer this and was afraid that if I let it sit, I’d forget my autistic ponderings. Long story short, to answer your question via incredibly winded ramblings, yes, V and J are also pilots, Tessa was N’s original partner, Then got rotated to V, watched Tessa die And it all went downhill from there. Thank you for the ask, anon!

#kistch answers #kitsch rambles #pacific rim au #murder drones #nuzi

[ironunderstands]

help I have been afflicted by Boothill brainrot time to share some shitty angst bulletpoints with the class (that I’ll probably turn into a fic later)

I don’t think I have to tag anything specific but be warned there’s probably something bad in here so if you understandably don’t wanna read that then scroll. Expect cyborg related angst (and minor spoilers)

Also I hc Boothill as nonbinary (using he/they and occasionally she) so if you’re wondering about the use of multiple pronouns that’s why, it’s not related to the angst, I just don’t want people to be confused.

-has a sensation of touch on the metal parts of his body, but it’s visibly muted compared to his skin and it drives them nuts

-despises hot/cold temperatures due to how they interact with the metal parts of their body, on especially hot days

-very vulnerable to hacking and it scares the shit out of him (thanks past obsession with Genji for giving me this one, the amount of “Sombra hacks Genji and he has a bad time” stuff I have read is unhealthy, even if she would only do it for the shits and giggles or a mission, a character losing control of their body is unfortunately very compelling please don’t cancel me)

-can’t remember their past life or how he died but still has nightmares of it

-phantom pain is a bitch and her name is Boothill

-won’t be seen as human by most people (even actual people write him this way which is a little weird to me, like I know the Robot/Human tag w Boothill serving as a Robot is probably just for reach, but like, he’s still human, he’s not a robot, he’s a cyborg, idk it’s just a pet peeve of mine)

-has to go to the scientist who made him to get “upgrades” (aka whatever they feel like fucking with this week) against their will

-he can’t remember his old life, but they can remember how their body felt back then and the cyborg one distinctly Doesn’t Feel The Same

-Boothill’s synesthesia beacon doesn’t just prevent Boothill from cursing, it prevents her from saying certain things entirely which makes it very hard for him to express his feelings

-charging induces sleep for them, something which Boothill tries to hide as it could be used against him

-debating between making Boothill unreasonable heavy (because metal) or unreasonably light (because high tech) both scenarios cause problems for him, feel free to torture yourself for as to why

-animals (especially dogs) don’t like them as Boothill doesn’t have as strong a scent nor the flesh of other humans which is why it’s hard for them to trust him, which sucks for Boothill because he loves animals

-doesn’t even know the planet they were originally from or how old he was when he died, Boothill doesn’t even know their birthday, so it ended up becoming the day he was brought back to life against his will

-gets called “it” by people who don’t like cyborgs or people that are non-organic/have nonorganic parts of their body/existence, I also share this for the trailblazer because of their dubious origins, I’d like to believe transphobia isn’t a thing in Star rail because it’s already tiring enough irl and there’s no proof for it unlike other real world problems, so the misgendering happens for other horrible reasons! Horrible reasons that are close to canon considering the whole organic/inorganic war thing depicted by the Sim Uni, I’d imagine a lot of people are still bitter about that (honestly I don’t know the details I was there for the jades) and/or ignorant enough to believe that only fleshy beings have a monopoly on personhood (it/its pronouns are cool but not on people who don’t want to use them!)

-constantly pushes the limits of their body (aka self destructive behavior), I doubt Boothill would be trying to hurt herself but it’s more of a “it will get fixed anyway” kinda thing, any injuries sustained still hurt like a bitch but Boothill forces himself to not care because well “it’s his job and he will get healed anyways” (also it’s implied from their LC that he’s a Galaxy ranger against his will from the whole “never living for themself again” thing, so Boothill probably has to get injured for the job and is just forced to grin and bear it

alright that’s all the angst my sleep deprived brain could cook up for now if I did something wrong or missed a tag pls tell me

#honkai star rail #hsr #hsr boothill #boothill hsr #angst #tw body dysmorphia #tw medical trauma #tw self h4rm #tw self destructive behavior #hopefully that covers everything if I missed a tag please tell me

[boywifesammy]

i just reached swan song in my rewatch.

if spn ended here… i’d be happy. more than. it’s a beautiful and bittersweet closure to a heart ache of a show. it wraps everything up beautifully. it takes sam, who viewed himself as a monster all his life, who was constantly labelled by everyone around him as a powerless junkie, and it lets him take over. hell, even SAM said himself that he views himself as less than everyone else. he knows his weaknesses and his failures yet he still said yes. he still fought. and in the end, it was his HUMANITY that brought him back. it was dean and the small memories of happiness that he holds so tight. sam just learnt that his entire LIFE was a lie orchestrated by azazel— but who he is? his family? dean? that’s all his. so in that last moment, by having sam regain control, it’s really the ultimate statement of humanity. he is not a monster. he is so very human that he fought the devil and won. isn’t that amazing??

also… dean in the aftermath. even though he lived through the apocalypse and lost his whole fucking world in one fell swoop, he kept his promise. he did what sam asked of him. he shed the cyclic revenge-fury-anger fate that his father instilled in him and he broke free. he let go, despite how much it broke him inside. every time i think about it, it makes my entire body ache. the sheer amount of grief and emotion that dean must harbour is unfathomable. the pressure he is under is impossibly crushing. but he keeps going on. he lives. he does it one day at a time, and he does it in his brother’s memory.

there is just something so fucking heartbreaking about that, about dean who will never fill the hole in his chest, who will never stop missing sam and seeing him in his dreams and wondering what if but who CHOSES to live. who choses to build up from ground fucking zero and make something of the life that sam fought for. to honour his last dying wish even if it killed him inside because he can finally acknowledge that he is more than sam’s keeper. he is his brother. he respects and trusts him, and he treats him like his own person. that speaks VOLUMES to dean’s character development, because never in my wildest dreams could i imagine a dean winchester who lets sam go BUT THIS DEAN DOES. this dean not only lets sam go but does so with pride and dignity and honour for who he was. that’s just mindblowing to me. s5 did such a PHENOMENAL job at wrapping up spn.

this isn’t to say that the latter seasons are all bad. it’s just that spn has traded so many hands throughout its life that the show that it ended as is virtually unrecognizable from the show it started as. that’s just a true fact. supernatural changed after seasons 1-5. it grew out into something new. i have a shit ton of love and respect for that in its own right— but og supernatural? kripke supernatural? the blood, grit, gore and gothic americana supernatural that i grew up on? in my mind, that ends with swan song. that supernatural is it’s own little story. everything after is an addendum, a sequel. the original story of sam and dean ends with that shot of dean with lisa and ben having dinner. the story ends with sam sacrificing himself for the world and proving without a doubt that he is good and human along the way. it ends on a note of bittersweet hope and raw grief that bleeds all the way down to your core but soothes the wounds in the aftermath, because no matter how much it hurts, it’s closure. for sam, and for dean.

#oc #supernatural #spn #spn meta #sam winchester #dean winchester #spn 2x22 #swan song #AND ALSO?? that reel of their moments overlaid with the howling wind #the simplicity of the whole bit with chuck and the impala #chuck dissolving into a mist at the end #i HATE this show i HATE it i want to eat it i need to be put down like a rabid dog #i’m not a crier but holy FUCK this episode had me dangerously close #anyway #i’m gonna go scream at the wall now

[mochie85]

Creature Comfort - Chapter 1

Creature Comforts Masterlist Complete Masterlist

Summary: Loki is enamored by you, and you can’t understand why. He tries to get your attention until a disastrous accident occurs pushing you to rely on him. Will his charm finally win you over? Or will you continue to stay in your comfort zone? Pairing: Loki x Original Female Character Word Count: 2631 Warnings: Fluff. Flirtatious Loki. Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

“Excuse me. But that’s my spot.” You cleared your throat. You looked at Loki expectantly. Willing him to move away with just the deep stare of your eyes. You only got up mere seconds ago to use the bathroom. Your Kindle still lying on the armrest where you left it.

Loki just continued to read his book. Even so much as having the audacity to turn the page. “I quite like this spot. I can see why you center yourself here every time you come out.” He said as he crossed his legs. His right ankle over his left knee. Indicating to you that he will not move. Not even with you shooting daggers at his head.

“The seat is relatively close to the window, giving you ample sunlight to read but far enough that you don’t get hot from its rays. The angle makes it so you could see out to the foyer of the elevator and the lab, allowing you to gather who’s around you at all times. And the location itself is reasonably close to the kitchen, allowing you access to sustenance if need be.” Loki proceeded to point out to you. “I don’t know whether to applaud you on the fortunate happenstance that you have found or whether you are as calculating and cunning as I’d like to imagine you are.” He said finally looking up at you with a sly smirk.

You narrowed your eyes and took a deep breath as you snatched your Kindle from the armrest. “Fine. That’s fine.” You settled slightly aggrieved. “I’ll just…sit here instead.” You gritted as you sat down on the opposite end of the couch. Loki looked back down at his book, trying to hide his slight chuckle.

You started your Kindle and glided over the hot leather of the couch. It singed where your skin had made contact with the sun-exposed leather. The sun beat down ferociously on your neck, making you uncomfortable in the heat.  A refreshing glass of iced tea should fix this. But you were already settled on the couch and you would have to maneuver your way through the entire room and past the other furniture to get to the kitchen itself. It might make you sound lazy. Sure, but you’re a creature of comfort. You decided that it wasn’t worth it.

Annoyed, you continued to read on your Kindle. But every time there was a rustle of sound or the bell of the lift, your attention was stolen. It irked you that you couldn’t just look up quickly to see who came in and out of the doorways.  You felt so cut off. So annoyed. So very hot.

You stood up with a growl and gave up. With one final murderous look to Loki, you stomped back into your room.

Seven minutes and fifty-two seconds. She lasted longer than I thought.  He thought to himself as he turned the page.

The next day, you were relieved to find your favorite reading spot available. Looking around, you couldn’t see the trickster in sight. You happily sunk into the cool leather, tucked your feet under yourself, and fired up your Kindle. You were smart to get yourself a drink before you sat down. You happily sipped on the cup savoring the ease and relaxation you sought out yesterday but were denied.

Thinking about it made you huff. “I don’t know whether to applaud you on the fortunate happenstance that you have found or whether you are as calculating and cunning as I’d like to imagine you are.”

Wait.

Does he think about me? A sultry heat traveled throughout your body, making your insides flutter. He couldn’t. Not in that way. He meant it as a passing comment on how clever I could be. Not that he imagines or thinks about me in any way. You rolled your eyes at yourself, chuckling. You were so lost in thought that you didn’t hear Loki shuffle in as he sat next to you on the sofa.

You were taken aback as he proceeded to lie down with his head on your lap. He crossed his legs and started to read his book.

“Excuse me.” You said with a slight bristle. Loki looked up at you with his blue-green eyes, glistening with playfulness. His smile grew from ear to ear.

“You’re my pillow now.” He simply stated. He continued to read his book and you wanted to scrub that devilish smile off that beguiling face of his.

“Your what?!”

“Well, you’re sitting at the prime location for reading. And I can’t very well take it from you, that would be extremely uncouth of me.” A jab, no doubt, at you for trying to reclaim your spot yesterday. “So, you’re my pillow now.” He ended his explanation with a smile and continued with his book.

You stared.

Just stared at him. Unable to process what just happened. Other than yesterday, this was the most contact the two of you ever had. These were the most words the two of you had ever exchanged. You hadn’t even been on a mission together. Now he’s lying on your lap?!

You sucked your lips thin. Fine. I can play this game too. You thought. You took in a deep breath and tried to ignore the enticing smell of his cologne mingling with the warm air and you continued to read your book. 

You must’ve read the same sentence twice - three times before he said something. “You’re not usually this still when you’re reading. Are you not enjoying your book? Would you like to trade?” He offered.

“Um, no,” you said with restraint.

“Just as well. I’m getting to a really interesting part in my story.” He turned the page and continued. Usually? What does he mean ‘usually?’ Does he ‘usually’ watch me while I read?

You were saved from thinking on it further when Sam passed through the door. “Come on you two. Emergency meeting. Steve just got back with Tony. They want a quick get-together.” Sam said as he passed through on his way to the conference room. If Sam noticed the too-familiar state that you and Loki were in, he didn’t reveal it.

A few weeks later, after just coming back from your mission, you decided to unwind. You gathered your Kindle, and a nice cup of tea and headed to your favorite spot on the sofa. It didn’t surprise you to smell that all-too enticing cologne. Then feel his head rest on your thighs as he let out a contented sigh.

“Should I just expect this from you whenever I’m here?” you asked not bothering to look down at him.

“I like using you as my pillow. Does it bother you? Would you like me to use you as something else?” he crooned. Not bothering to look up at you either. You couldn’t help the tingling heat that radiated from the tips of your toes to the strands of your hair. You cleared your throat, trying not to let the statement affect you.

You took a big sigh and gave in. You sat there, reading line after line of your book. You stayed quiet at first, listening to the rustle of his book. The swaying of his foot on the couch. You noted how he had one foot on the couch resting. The other one bent to the floor, supporting himself. It was almost as if he was ready and willing to get off of you the moment you tired of the silly little game that he was playing.

That alone made you relax. You concluded that he was just being playful. Overly flirtatious, sure. But innocent, nonetheless.

You started reading your book. Really reading it. Immersing yourself in the story, in the words. You were reading a key dialogue from the main character when Loki suddenly professed, “You can’t possibly imagine how good that feels.”

You looked down to see his eyes closed in serene enjoyment. A smirk on his pink lips and your fingers running through his soft black hair. His book, resting on his chest, splayed open like it was discarded after you started stroking his head. Both of his feet now crisscrossed on top of the sofa.

You stood up abruptly, mortified at what you had just done. Loki grunted as his head fell onto the couch cushions without your support.

“I have to go.” You stammered.

“Do you really have to though?” He teased. “I was enjoying your hands on me.” You turned beet red as you walked away.

What is going on? Why is he affecting you so much?

You steered clear of the common area after that. Whenever the team was hanging out, you’d find yourself down at the gym instead, training. Or at the lab helping Bruce. You hadn’t picked up your Kindle since then either. The line you had bookmarked reminding you of the moment your fingers glided through his soft hair and felt…excitement?

Horrible embarrassment just engulfed you. You couldn’t shake the feeling. You couldn’t stop his words from running through your head.

‘Would you like me to use you as something else?’

‘I was enjoying your hands on me.’

And every time you would think of him, you could faintly smell a hint of his cologne, making you delve deeper into thoughts of him.

That’s it! He’s just trying to get inside my head! But why?

You spent most of your time training now. You avoided the common room altogether. As you were punching and kicking your way around the sandbag, you continued thinking about all the reasons why the god of mischief suddenly has an interest in you. Each punch, each kick, you offered a reason.

Maybe he wants to annoy me. Maybe it’s a prank. It’s a cruel prank. Maybe he just really likes me. If he really likes me, I’ll probably be just a notch on his belt and nothing more. I’ve seen the way he flirts with people at the parties. The way they all flock to his charm and allure. He could have a pick of any one of them. Maybe…maybe he just wants my spot on the couch.

“I’ve missed you.” Came his smooth voice from behind you. You turned around startled, almost punching him in the face. He caught your fist, inches away from pummeling his nose. You stood there, stunned. He continued to hold your hand, mirth dancing in his eyes.

He caressed your hand gently. “You’re not wearing gloves.” He observed. You tried to jerk your hand back, away from his soft touch. His cool skin. But he held it firmly, unwrapping the bloody bandage that had started to tear and become loose.

When he finally unwrapped your hand, he lifted it up to his lips and softly laid kisses on your wounded knuckles. His cool lips felt curative on your heated skin. His eyes never strayed from yours as he placed a firm kiss on each wound. He did the same for your other hand. Neither of you saying a word.

“Why are you doing this?” you asked out of breath.

“Because you’re hurt. For such a cautious, logical person, you’d think you’d be better prepared.” He answered.

“No. I mean why…” You took a deep breath at his answering smile. He wanted you to say it. He wanted you to confront the issue.

“Why are you always around me, seeking my company.”

“Would you like me to stop?” he asked. Rejection blared inside his heart. There was a long pause before you spoke again.

“Why are you teasing me?” That wasn’t a ‘no,’ he noted.

“Because I like you,” he said plainly. As if it were the most obvious answer in the world.

“No, you don’t,” you countered. Unable to believe that anyone in their right mind would be attracted to you.

You walked away, heading to your water bottle. You needed something in your hands. You needed something on your lips. All too soon, your body was restless. It craved to be touched.

“Very few people ever tell me what I can and can’t do, darling. Even fewer still have the audacity to tell me what I’m feeling.” He started circling you, holding his hands behind his back, like a predator sizing up its next meal.

“I have done nothing to lead you on.” You felt exposed. You felt unnerved as he orbited you. His yearning gaze concentrates on the exposed parts of your skin.

“And that is precisely why I’m attracted to you. From the very beginning, you resisted my charms. You don’t try to grab my attention. You simply exist. Like a star in the night sky, dancing so brightly, showing your light, but letting the moon outshine you. But I see what you really are.”

“And what is that?” you asked skeptically with a raised brow.

“What are all stars really, but a sun,” he said stopping behind you. “So bright and warm. Helping others thrive…” He came closer to you. You could smell his cologne mixing with the warm scent of your own body.

You turned your head slightly to watch him. But like any prey, you kept your body turned towards the exit, ready to run if he tried to pull something.

“You lure me in with the light in your eyes …” Step. “The gravity of your smile …” Step. “The heat of your lips…” Step. Loki whispered the last part so close to your ear, that you shivered down your spine.

He gently ran his finger down your arm, feeling the goosebumps that had formed. You jerked away from his touch, not expecting him. “What do you want. Loki?” You ground your teeth. Shaking your head as if you were put under a spell.

“You vexing woman. I just told you.” He laughed. But his smile was short-lived as he realized something about you. “Is it that you do not trust me? Or that you do not trust yourself?” He asked.

“Do I trust you?” You repeated his question. “In a fight. Absolutely. I trust you with my life.” It’s true. You know he wouldn’t hesitate to save you or protect you. And you would do the same for him.

“But you do not trust me - with your heart,” he finished. Your eyes glistened and burned. You walked away before he could say anymore. You ran like the helpless prey that you were, away from him.

He was mocking you. He had to be. There was no way his feelings were genuine. He was unattainable. A true god indeed compared to your humble origins. There was no way you had fallen for him so quickly. You’ve never even seen him that way until that significant day on the couch when he decided he wanted to sit on your spot.

Weeks went by and you avoided the common room and the training room altogether, opting to work out at your local gym instead. You started to retreat to the many laboratories that Tony and Bruce had. You were helping Tony strategize new uses for his arc reactors. Diverting most of your time away from the small comforts you had weeks ago.

A creature of comfort. That’s exactly what you were. If your contentment was disturbed in any way. You hid. You changed. You adapted to expel whatever, or whomever, it was that was giving you discomfort. Then absorb your new conditions till you were settled again.

“Be careful not to touch those two c…” Tony started to say pointing to an encased batch of palladium on the counter. But before he could finish his sentence, a small explosion happened in front of your workstation, propelling you backward. You knocked your head onto the table behind you, then…black.

⬅️Series Masterlist | Chapter 2➡️

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[skeletonpunching]

Buddy Daddies character designer interview

Interview with Enami Katsumi (character designer)

Interviewer: This time, you were in charge of character design for an original series - how did you develop the designs for Kurusu Kazuki, Suwa Rei, and Unasaka Miri?

Enami: For Kazuki: I wanted to clearly get across the idea that, despite being an assassin, he's the caretaker figure for Miri and Rei. I was always working towards that, right from the start. Once I had a rough idea of his face, I tweaked his hairstyle and clothing according to requests, to nail things down.

For Rei: In the first draft, he was a well-built, tough-looking guy - the spitting image of an assassin. But once I heard the staff requests and got a better handle on his personality, I changed course and made him a slim man with a gloomy air.

For Miri: Since she’s the heroine, I very much wanted her personality to stand out. So I gave her facial features and hair that brought out her unique traits very clearly, and made her seem a bit older. I don't draw children all that much, so it was quite a struggle.

Interviewer: What did you consider the most important aspect in each of their designs?

Enami: For Kazuki: He's "a mother". I was told this at every planning session, so I made sure to bring out a certain softness in his physique and expressions - something like a mother's tolerance.

For Rei: I aimed to make his duality - of the shut-in otaku and the cool assassin - apparent at first glance. And I made him relatively slim, in order to bring out a clear difference between him and Kazuki.

For Miri: With "an ordinary innocent young child" as my goal, I cut back on the eyecatching characteristics, and made her hair shorter, so that her liveliness would come through more clearly, and her expressions would be easier to read. At first, I thought she might have ended up too plain, but I figured I would leave things up to the animation and voicing. I was really blown away when I saw her fully-voiced and in motion.

Interviewer: Was there anything else you got especially hung up on when it came to Kazuki, Rei, and Miri?

Enami: For Kazuki: The contrast with Rei was crucial, so I definitely wanted to give him a bright, slightly lighthearted air.

For Rei: When it came to Rei's assassin mode, I was thinking along the same lines as the rest of the staff, and so his attire and hairstyle were decided quite easily. Then I aimed to highlight a gap - I wanted his "off" mode to be idiosyncratic enough to be immediately recognisable.

For Miri: I was told that it was important for Miri to have an ordinary childishness and innocence, and so I was careful to give her childlike body proportions that would make it easy for her to express suitably childish actions.

Interviewer: Apart from the main trio, are there any characters you're especially attached to, whether because you're fond of their designs or for some other reason?

Enami: Ogino [Ryo]. Drawing quirky old men is something I really love, and in the final version, after weaving together all the staff's requests, he ended up looking even quirkier than I'd imagined. So he became my favourite.

Interviewer: When you first saw the complete footage of the characters in motion, what impression did you have?

Enami: Kazuki was exactly as I imagined, so my reaction was, "This! Yes, this!" Rei's "off" mode honestly surpassed my expectations. If I have the chance to draw him from now on, I definitely want to draw him with this sort of vibe. Miri's voice really is a full blast of childishness - I was amazed how thoroughly it makes up for the parts that couldn't be conveyed through the drawing. 

Interviewer: Enami-san, do you think there is some common charm that the "Buddy Daddies" characters share?

Enami: We get to see their daily lives, and personalities that make them seem like the most unlikely assassins, and that makes them very endearing. And once Miri is thrown into the mix, all three of them display all sorts of delightful expressions - I want to keep watching them forever. Since them being assassins is built into the premise, we're bound to see a completely different side of them in future; I'm looking forward to it.

Interviewer: By the time this is posted, episode 3 will have aired. Are there any scenes from episodes 1 to 3 that you found memorable, or that you're especially fond of?

Enami: The scene where Miri says to Kazuki, "I hope Mama's not too lonely…" When they're talking about the difference from her mama's Hamburg steak, you can sense Miri's emotions brimming over; it's incredible.

Interviewer: Please tell us what you think are the selling points of this series "Buddy Daddies".

Enami: I think ultimately, it's the interactions among the trio. I hope that, as the story unfolds, people will enjoy watching the changing relationship between Miri and the two men under her thumb. Personally, my favourite thing is watching Rei in his "off" mode.

Interviewer: Finally, please give a message to everyone who is enjoying this series.

Enami: This is my first time designing characters for an original anime. I grew attached to these characters, and I'll be very happy if you become fond of them as well. I hope you'll thoroughly enjoy the main trio's adorableness.

#buddy daddies #buddy daddies interview

[fairyyeo]

snowman ❅ hwang hyunjin

pairing — bestfriend!hyunjin x reader

genre — fluff

tw — none

wc — 0.9k

a/n — xmas fic day four !! just a cute little one for today, please enjoy and dont forget to reblog if you liked it <33

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christmas is a time of love. to confess love, to show love, to embrace love.

you were no exception to the influence of christmas on the overwhelming amount of love in the air.

the holiday season and its abundance of romantic seasonal films, music, and general notions were definitely taking their toll on you.

hiding feelings for a best friend was never easy. plenty of these sappy christmas rom-coms had taught you that. not to mention, every christmas song had you daydreaming about him, imagining it was him.

maybe it was crazy, maybe christmas was giving you a false sense of confidence and belief that it would end happily, like in the movies. but it wasn't about to stop you.

"hi, hyunjin!" you greeted him over the phone, the nerves in your body multiplying rapidly.

"hey, what's going on?" he asked, sketching onto his notepad intently.

"are you busy tomorrow? i'd like to give you your christmas present." a confession, is what that was.

"i'm not busy," he smiled a little, "what time should we meet? and where?"

"eleven o'clock, the art gallery, you know, the usual outing." you frequented the art gallery with hyunjin often. at first, it was a little dull—not your ideal way to spend time. but very quickly you learned to adore it.

originally, you didn't find it interesting, actually, you found it boring. hyunjin only needed to drag you to the gallery a few more times for you to start being moved by artwork. in fact, you'd once cried at a display.

now, you were certainly not the next picasso or monet (or van gogh or da vinci), and your art skills didn't compare to hyunjin's at all, but you dabbled a bit.

its the thought that counts, right?

"okay," hyunjin put his pencil down, "i'll see you tomorrow then." he was smiling to himself as he looked down at his finished sketch.

"bye, hyunjin!" you said before hanging up the phone.

————

tomorrow came too soon.

it was too late to cancel now, so you had no choice but to go through with it. because even if you didn't go ahead with it now, he'd go to the gallery sooner or later and everything would be spoiled.

hyunjin arrived neatly five minutes late, as always, and as always, he made up for it by bringing you a beverage. he mentally noted your favourite thing to drink each time it changed, and brought the updated favourite to you accordingly.

"hyunjin, hey!" you accepted the hot chocolate from him happily before hugging him.

"hey, ready to head in?" he asked, holding his own coffee.

not really.

“of course.” you smiled, latching onto his arm and walking side by side into the gallery.

you made your usual route, stopping by all of hyunjin’s favourite pieces. the two of you also checked out a few new displays, which you always enjoyed.

“so when do i get my christmas present?” hyunjin joked, raising a brow at you.

“yeah, yeah.” you laughed. “there’s one more new display i want to check out first.” you pulled him by the hand towards the back of the gallery.

you were immensely nervous. how could he not feel your hands trembling?

“it’s this one, over here.” as you approached the small painting, you pointed to it.

“wow.” hyunjin breathed. he leaned in closer to read the description on the plaque beneath.

this was it.

“wh—what is this?” he whispered, looking at you. his eyes were wide with genuine surprise, and his mouth slightly ajar.

you’d painted two snowmen next to each other, each having their own details. one wearing a top hat and the other a scarf. one was melting slightly from the rays of sunshine, it was shedding tears too. tears that rolled down and joined the slowly increasing puddle of water at its base. it had a somewhat melancholic feel.

the plaque read:

my snowman and me. i’m certainly no artist compared to you, but, this is how i’d feel without you in my life.

“it’s uh,” you shrugged, “meant to show how much i love you…”

there it was. the words ‘i love you’ had been uttered and you couldn’t take them back now.

“y/n.” hyunjin was teary eyed and he sniffled after saying your name.

“hey, don’t cry please.” you reached out to comfort him, placing a hand on his back.

“i didn’t know someone could love me this much.” he mumbled quietly as he wiped a tear away.

“i do, hyunjin. i do.” you smiled at him, leaning your face in closer insistingly.

“you wanna know something?” he chuckled, wiping another tear. he pulled out a folded piece of paper and handed it to you, “merry christmas.”

you unfolded it to see a coloured sketch of you, hyperrealistic. in fact, it looked more like you than you yourself. hyunjin had drawn it from memory—your face always prominent in his mind, allowing him to draw you with ease. he’d also written a short message in the bottom right corner.

merry christmas y/n.

i love you.

he’d finished it on the phone with you just yesterday, and spent hours and hours working on it before.

“you love me too?” you gasped, eyes scanning the beautiful sketch.

“i pretty much always have.” hyunjin smiled at you fondly. “christmas is a time of love, so i figured it was a good time to finally confess it. merry christmas y/n.” he wrapped his arms around you tightly.

“merry christmas, hyunjin.” you leaned up to gently kiss him.

hyunjin pointed to the painting as snaked an arm around your waist, pulling you close, “so, do i get to keep this?”

#stray kids #stray kids ff #stray kids fanfic #stray kids reactions #stray kids angst #stray kids fluff #stray kids x reader #stray kids scenarios #stray kids imagines #stray kids hyunjin #hwang hyunjin #hyunjin #hyunjin ff #hyunjin fanfic #hyunjin reactions #hyunjin angst #hyunjin fluff #hyunjin x reader #hyunjin scenarios #hyunjin imagines

[becauseplot]

hi hello :)

so i just reread ‘miss me?,’ which first of all, love it, it’s on my kindle so i don’t think i originally commented which is a shame. i love properly scary cell, but also this glimpse into the beginning of him trying to figure out how to actually live. the only tool he really knows is fear so that’s what he’s using on felps, but he just doesn’t have the same power in the outside world and if he just goes around threatening/murdering people he’ll just get tracked down. Cell’s scary, but felps has food and shelter and stability and isn’t a wanted criminal and probably /could/ get him arrested, even if he got killed in the process. interesting dynamic.

and poor felps, man doesn’t deserve this, but it’s rather hilarious to me that his worst nightmare shows up and… wants to crash on his couch. and according to the end notes, this keeps happening? i want to see how this evolves, because if cellbit has to keep coming back for handouts (which i imagine doesn’t gel well with his ingrained need to be self-sufficient against the world) he really can’t be great at figuring out Society. he needs felps, who has a foothold in regular life.

eventually the terror has to wear off and it’s just ‘you again? can’t you get a job or something?’ situation where Done With This felps teaches his roommate who grew up in the murderwoods How To Person. how to make a purchase at the grocery store without murdering (or threatening to murder) the cashier. what ‘hobbies’ are. cellbit discovers gravity falls and spends a week on the couch enraptured. felps is not delighted with this situation by any means but they’re kind of stuck together now.

i’ve been following your posts about the little dagger au and i’m excited you have ideas about how to fit it together! it’s really cool and makes me have thoughts (as you can see)

and the reason i started this ask, which got out of hand, was the interesting death mechanics in ‘miss me?’. i really like the Void and uncertain respawn mechanics, and wondered if you could elaborate some on how it works in your head? did the same mechanics apply in the hunger games (i think so, since cell said he’d ‘climbed his way out of the Void more times than you can imagine) and does this mean that players leave their bodies behind as well as get new ones on respawn? (again i think so, because cannibalism. really my questions aren’t very specific, but i think it’s cool and if you want to talk about it i’d like to hear it)

Aaaaaa Saga hello!! o/ I’m so glad you liked Miss Me? it was incredibly fun to write! Love writing a character who is just plain scary and evil heheheh >:)

But yeah!! The fic was based off the premise “hey what if Cell showed up at Felps’ apartment and instead of stabbing him just wanted to crash on his couch” because I thought it was really fucking funny and I ran w it. So it’s supposed to be a scary situation, yes, but also kind of hysterical? And ridiculous? Like, Felps gets into a petty shouting match about the meaning of the phrase “fuck off” with the same guy who gutted him a month ago and blackmailed him for ages. And then the guy—who is just an utter dick, by the way—basically mugs him at knifepoint and demands to crash on his couch. And he gets mud all over the fucking cushions.* Like what? The fuck??

*Fun detail! The reason Cell sleeps with his boots on is because he has to be ready to run at the drop of a hat! It's a habit he picked up on in The War, as you can see in Hunting Lessons, where it's mentioned that he (Dagger) still has his boots on when he wakes up! A signifier of Cell finally feeling genuinely comfortable, safe, and at-ease with Felps is the first time he takes his boots off when dropping in for one of his "visits" :D

"eventually the terror has to wear off and it’s just ‘you again? can’t you get a job or something?’ situation where Done With This felps teaches his roommate who grew up in the murderwoods How To Person." YEP BASICALLY LMAO. No but that's exactly it, that's basically the plot from that point onward.

Also the Gravity Falls thing,,, idk if we're just on the same wavelength or you saw me going batshit in the tags on that one post about cc!Cellbit's Bill Cypher tattoo but yeah. He basically gets personhood via multiple visits to Felps. See if he really had to, Cell could do this entirely on his own. But---and he'll never admit it---he got used to having Felps around in the prison. He got used to the company (even if it was under duress) and now he misses his "old friend."

And Felps? Yeah I didn't get to explore this in Miss Me? but in this AU, Felps was not very popular with the other guards. He was younger than most of them, they saw him as one of the more "spineless, naive" ones working there (and perhaps they were right?). Though he would talk to some people on his breaks, the person he ended up spending more time with, for better or worse (definitely worse), was Cell. And Cell knew/knows this. So Cell is like, "yeah we spend enough time with each other, that basically means we're friends right?"

And then in the years post-Fuga Cell actually starts to mellow out and put effort into trying to be kind (through Felps' guidance) because eventually he...doesn't actually want to see Felps hurting. And it's...been a long, long time since he's actually genuinely cared about someone (which is terrifying, btw). He almost forgot what it really means to have a friend. And Felps recognizes that there are just straight up gaps in Cell's understanding of the world and society and is...honestly kind of intrigued? And it's wild to see Cell be passionate about something so normal and in a non-murderous way. And hey, they're kind of stuck in this stalemate situation, and Felps COULD call the cops but he's really not a rock-the-boat kind of person, he's just trying to keep his head down, so might as well make the most of it.

(I actually kind of started poking at a Miss Me? continuation where Felps and Cell are juuuust about at that "you again? can't you get a job or something?" stage. It's also the first day Cell is introduced to Gravity Falls. There are more thoughts about how this continues but that's a whole other post and fdhjsk I'm getting distracted.)

Anyway onto the main event: RESPAWN MECHANICS!!!!!!!! You have NO fucking idea how overjoyed I was when you asked me about those. Alright here we fucking go.

So to be clear, these respawn mechanics apply to the Little Dagger AU and Miss Me? because, well, they're the same universe. I was trying to find a balance between a) honoring the respawn mechanics of Minecraft, b) lining up with what we've seen of respawn mechanics in qsmp, and c) making death meaningful/damning/dangerous enough to still make the time Cellbit/Dagger spent in The War terrifying.

So how it works is this: when you die, your soul gets sent to the Void. In the Void, you have to make a choice: respawn, or be consumed by the Void / wake up from the Long Dream / rejoin the Source Code / respawn in the next World / whatever you believe in. (The "choice" aspect is meant to reflect the "Respawn / Title Screen" options for the death screen in Minecraft.) You have to want to go back, to try again, and then you have to fight for it. It's a test of will.

So there's different ways of dying and being killed. You can never be 100% sure that someone you kill is going to perma-die (permanently die). There are ways to try to ensure it, like a) what Cell does (horrible, terrifying deaths that makes people afraid to come back, thus they fail the Void's will-check), or b) spawn-trapping / deaths in rapid succession, which wears down the individual's will until they eventually break. Thus, perma-killers are honestly more terrifying than your run-of-the-mill murderers, since they've developed techniques to not just kill people, but break people. (In this world, there is a difference between telling someone, "I'm gonna kill you," and "I'm gonna kill you dead." The latter implies you will break them.)

NOW. Sliiiight caveat: the strength of the Void's pull varies across the globe. In most regions/servers (like Brazil) the Void is "normal": a simple will check.

In other regions, however, it's different. The server where Dagger fights in The War has a VERY powerful Void, so much so that if you're killed, you're basically perma-dead without aid from an Admin. And even with Admin intervention, it's not 100% guaranteed you'll come back, as you still have to pass the will-check. Your chances are just exponentially higher.

(Btw I haven't mentioned this anywhere but The War in Little Dagger AU isn't an actual war, it's an unethical, war-themed, televised hunger-games-ish tournament that has an audience of people who place bets on the "soldiers" (players). Sponsored players (players with big-spenders officially supporting them) get perks and respawn privileges from the Admins. The perma-death nature of The War is part of its audience/hardcore-pvper appeal: a true survival-of-the-fittest challenge! Dagger is a...special case of a special case, let's say, but bottom line is that he's not sponsored and does not have respawn privileges. If he dies, he dies.)

The other end of the spectrum is 2b2t, where the Void is exceptionally weak. This might seem like a good thing but uh. That just means that spawn-trapping people is kinda a big deal. In a server with a "normal" Void, if someone spawn-traps you, you'll probably break and perma-die within an hour. In 2b2t, if someone spawn-traps you, it could be anywhere from a few hours to a few weeks before you finally perma-die and escape the torture of dying over, and over, and over. And trust me, the people in 2b2t have gotten good at finding ways to extend that threshold to months.

Also, death is traumatic! Even if you have to respawn, you can develop a host of mental health issues (the main one being PTSD), and respawning isn't a painless process that leaves you unscathed. Scars remain, and phantom pains are very common, especially in violent deaths. Some illnesses/injuries carry on through a respawn, too.

Anyway, yeah! Respawn mechanics!!! Summary is: when you die, to respawn, you have to want to come back. If anything is keeping you from wanting to come back, you may be consumed by the Void. Some servers have a stronger/weaker Void than others, thus making respawning harder/easier.

#HOHH. long one lmao. #have fun sifting through this one o7 #dont mind me im just rambling #Little Dagger AU #asks for curly