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one-britt-to-rule-them-all · 1 year

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Can we get *ahem* anatomy (dick) headcanons? Like, bad dragon, inhuman vibes because we stan monster fuckers? I'm thirsty for everyone, so do your faves or something haha.

Yes, yes we do stan monster fuckers in this house. My faves you say? Have all the brothers because I'm feeling generous today.

What their anatomy is like [AKA dick HCs]

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor

Genre: NSFW

Pronouns: GN [You/Your] for the most part. There are some sections that have headcanons that mention female anatomy, but they are marked with [AFAB], so you can avoid it if it makes you uncomfortable. 💕

CW: | Teratophilia | Explicit sexual content | Implied Poly!Reader in some sections |

Notes: This turned into an odd mixture of what their dicks look like and other general NSFW headcanons because I didn’t just want to plaster a link and go ‘this is what it looks like.’ It’s still centred around their anatomy, but there are other HCs mixed in. ☺️

Minors, DNI. NSFW content.

Lucifer

Based off the Demogorgon dildo.

• Lucifer's cock is as gorgeous as it is intimidating. It's a pretty dark red colour that has a highlight of black over it, and with the pronounced curve and lovely texture, you'll get some very pleasant G-spot stimulation.

• The tip of his cock is rather large, so it will take quite a bit of preparation to properly take, but if you thought it would be smooth sailing from there, well you're just naive, huh? If you thought the tip was hard to take, you'll be in for a nasty surprise when you suddenly find yourself having a white-knuckle grip on the sheets when Lucifer bottoms out.

• Because holy fuck, the base of Lucifer's cock is huge, and at 9.5 inches and being amongst the largest of the seven brothers, you're going to be filled to the brim and won't be able to form a single coherent thought.

• And Lucifer can only smirk at your reactions because he knows. He knows that he looks good, he knows that he's big, and he knows that he's bruising you from the inside, and sadistic as he is, he loves watching you struggle to take him.

• Lucifer's cock practically throbs with excitement every time you scream out how much you love his cock, how big he is. It's his sin at work, but he will slow down and edge you until he can get you begging and whimpering those sweet words. He'll make sure you fuel his pride before he resumes fucking into you, and he's a very patient man, so he can do it all night if you want to be difficult.

• Lucifer is very warm. There's no particular reason or explanation as to why he's got this particular quirk with his anatomy, but his cock runs warmer than the rest of his body, and his pre-cum and cum even warmer — somewhat comparable to molten wax. It's actually great for stimulation, and it'll feel all the nicer if you're blindfolded to heighten your senses.

• And you best believe that Lucifer greatly enjoys depriving you of your senses, so he'll be using this part of him to his advantage.

• Another quirk of his is that when he's aroused, he shifts into his demon form. Lucifer doesn't necessarily mean to do it, but his instincts scream at him to do it. It has something to do with being at his most elegant-looking because the prideful demon in him wants him to make sure you'll be seduced. Kind of like his symbolic animal.

• He has quite the strong and imposing scent, so you best believe that other demons will know who fucked you so good that you can barely walk a straight line.

Mammon

Based off the Demon Dick dildo.

• In of itself, the shape of Mammon's cock is pretty standard when it comes to demons — mainly with the elongated, pointed and spade-like tip — but that doesn't make it any less impressive, being a good 8 inches in length with a pretty generous shaft in terms of girth, but all without being too uncomfortably large. His cock isn’t too odd of a colour when compared to his brothers. It follows his tan skin, though the tip is a faint, dark red colour, and his veins are pitch black.

• He’d rather kiss Lucifer’s shoes before admitting this out loud, but Mammon is actually rather insecure about his dick. He’s not overly fond of how seemingly… plain it is. Especially if you’ve been intimate with any of his brothers prior to him, he’ll worry that he won’t be able to live up to your expectations and seem mediocre in comparison. So, please praise and worship him — make Mammon understand that he’s perfect just the way he is.

• After he sees just how good he’s fucking you, how you’re drooling about how good his cock feels, his ego soars. He slides in so wonderfully, and you wrap around him so nicely that it feels like your hole was meant to take his, and only his cock. And as your first man, it drives him absolutely over the edge — of course you're meant for him.

• The thing is, being a higher-ranking demon, Mammon's anatomy does differ in a way that makes a huge difference in the pleasure you'll be receiving with him versus a regular demon. What he has that lessers don't, are tantalizing, scale-like ridges, running from the underside of his tip all the way to the base, as well as smooth yet prominent bumps running down his shaft.

• I can guarantee that Mammon will have no problem pulling orgasm after orgasm from you; the texture of his cock just hits all of the right spots. And honey, it’s a promise that he’ll make a mess out of you. It’s his mission to make sure you’re both covered in a mixture of both his and your cum.

• The ridges on the underside of his cock are very sensitive, so get on your knees for him and tease the scales with your tongue. He’ll come undone so beautifully for you. 💕

• [AFAB] Similarly, he loves getting a pussy job from you. Straddle his lap and let him grip your hips so that he can slowly guide your movements. He lives for the feeling of your slick pussy rubbing against the ridges, and on the flip side, having them glide against your clit will threaten to make you double over in pleasure.

• It won’t take too long for his insecurities to diminish, and you’ll be sure that he’s gonna be bragging about how much you love his cock.

Leviathan

Based on the Orochi dildo.

• Oh, Levi. Sweet, awkward, easily-flustered, shy little Leviathan.

• Yeah, he's fucking hung. He's the perfect example of the shy, nerdy boy who's secretly got a monster cock trope — figuratively and literally.

• Out of the seven brothers, Levi is actually the second largest in terms of girth, beating Lucifer by just a bit. Sitting at a respectable 7 inches, no, he doesn't have the most length, but does he really need it when he has a thick, scaly and heavily textured cock as he does?

• Or two.

• No, you're not hallucinating, (Y/N), Levi has two cocks. Huh? But he only had one a few days ago? You'd be correct, but Levi will let you in on a little secret: he has a second cock sheathed beneath a little slit hidden within the pretty scales lining his pelvic area. He is a sea monster and a demon, after all.

• So, what are you in the mood for? Do you want a smooth ride? Maybe you're feeling a little lazy or worn out from your day and think you only have the energy to handle one cock? No problem. Or maybe you're feeling like an utter monster-fucking whore and want to be stuffed to the brim with two, fat demon cocks? Leviathan's got you.

• It did take a lot of courage for him to show you this part of him; he was pretty awkward about it and was persuaded that it’d scare you off and that you’d break up with this gross, worthless shut-in of an otaku with weird-looking di—

• Please don't tease him about his reptile-like anatomy. He's super insecure about it, but he does — slowly but surely — come to appreciate it more when he realizes just how much of a monster-fucker you are.

• What's not to love? His shaft is covered in smooth scales and lined with mouth-watering bends and curves, and add the thick, textured tip, and you've got one of the most unique monster-cocks you'll take. From the head to the base, he's a really pretty orange that fades into a gold colour.

• When you want to take both of his cocks, Levi is in a bit of a mental limbo. On one hand, can a human even take two at once? Especially if it's in the same hole?? He doesn't want to hurt you! But on the other hand... fuck, that's hot.

• He's come to realize that he has a huge kink for interspecies sex. So, seeing his human stuffed full of serpentine cock brings out the unhinged Grand Admiral of Hell's Navy in him.

• Loves having you suck on one while he jerks off the other. Getting to cum both in your mouth and on your face? Fuck yes. But be warned that Leviathan cums a lot. He has the heaviest loads among his brothers.

• One thing he loathes about his anatomy is that the scales on his cock(s) do shed every other month. You'll know when he's preparing to shed because he's constantly shifting uncomfortably because of how itchy he is, and he refuses to let you see him naked when in this state. The scales are so dull and ugly-looking — to him — and he doesn't want to gross you out.

• Eventually — with a lot of reassurance — he does let you see him while in shed, and yes, the scales are dull-looking, but that doesn't really matter, because you've both come to discover that being surrounded by your warmth helps calm the itch until the old scales are ready to come off.

• So, cockwarming the sea demon becomes a regular when he's in shed. It's a really intimate thing between the two of you, and it's honestly quite sweet, especially knowing that it's a really vulnerable moment for Levi.

Satan

Based off the Austin dildo.

• At first glance, Satan’s cock seems pretty normal. Hell, it almost looks like humanoid anatomy, and if you’ve been intimate with any of his brothers before, this might make you raise a bit of an eyebrow. Like, it’s very nice looking and definitely looks like it’ll fit so nicely inside of you. After all, it is a good 8.5 inches with just the right amount of girth to feel amazing without causing any initial discomfort.

• Sure, he’s got some very nice ripples at the underside of his tip, but that was about the only non-human thing you could make out. Even in terms of colour, it’s the same colour as his skin tone.

• He fits inside of you so perfectly, so there’s really no reason to complain. Besides, are you really going to bitch to Satan that his cock isn’t ‘demonic’ enough for you? Just lay back, spread your legs and let him bottom out so that he can—

• Oh… oh he has a fucking knot.

• Surprise! Among the brothers, Satan is one to have a more animalistic type of anatomy, having the canine-like feature of a knot — a thick one at that. It’s a bit of a challenge to fit; it’ll stretch you quite a bit, and Satan will have to gently ease it into you to avoid too much discomfort.

• But once it’s in, and you’re properly stretched, well… let’s just say that Satan’s demon instincts will be getting the best of him, so prepare for a long night of screaming and climaxing.

• And yes, his knot does swell when he cums, so you’ll be locked in some cockwarming sessions between rounds. These will probably be the more romantic and intimate moments of sex with Satan because otherwise, Satan’s cock was meant to breed and fuck senseless.

• You’ll be walking — crawling — out of his room with bite marks and deep scratches littering your body, and maybe even bruises from areas that he gripped too hard. Whenever his knot swells, his claws and fangs just… come out — it’s an instinct. But don’t worry, Satan is so good, gentle and attentive with aftercare. You won’t hurt at all when he’s done with you. 💕

• Satan’s scent is the strongest amongst the brothers, and it’s a highly territorial scent. He doesn’t do it on purpose, it’s just how his body is during intercourse.

• Even if you’ve fully cleaned yourself, even days after you’ve had sex with him, everybody will be able to smell him on you. Everybody will know that you’ve been fucked by Satan. For a good two to three days, none of the brothers will fuck you because they can still smell the scent of Satan’s cum between your legs, even when you’re clothed, and they know better than to try anything. Seriously: Asmo got growled at, Mammon’s arm was nearly mauled one time, and he nearly jumped Belphegor. Even Lucifer doesn’t try anything until Satan’s smell naturally starts to dim.

• You know it’s intense when Lucifer won’t even bother. That’s enough to make Satan’s ego hit the ceiling.

Asmodeus

Based off the Lenneth dildo.

• One would think that a sex demon like Asmo would be well-endowed, but surprisingly, Asmo is the smallest of all the brothers. He’s sitting at 6.5 inches, and although his girth is above average for a human, by demon standards he’s rather average.

• But don’t worry about that, because that shit doesn’t matter. The Avatar of Lust can do things with his cock, so lacking in size in comparison to his brothers does not hinder his confidence whatsoever. He’s gorgeous, and he knows what he’s doing, so why would he be bothered?

• First, let’s establish just how pretty he is. He has a nice, long and pronounced head, and although his shaft is slim, it curves very nicely and can hit some amazing spots, and he’s very textured. He doesn’t have as many ridges as Mammon does at the underside, but Asmo does have a few of them. They’re less scale-like than Mammon and feel more like flesh. The tip is pink and fades into a very light purple at the base.

• What’s the most interesting about Asmo is that he has a lot of… perks. You see, he has extra glands in his system that allows him to secrete fluids similar to pre-cum of various effects during intercourse

• For example, he can secrete a type of pleasure-enhancing aphrodisiac. Doing so will make sure that all of your sweet spots become even more sensitive. The more of the aphrodisiac he secretes, the more sensitive you’ll become, and it can get to a point where it can be so torturous that the slightest puff of air between your legs will have you pulsing and whimpering.

• [AFAB] He loves leaking little drops of his aphrodisiac onto your clit and watch with a sly grin as you cum over and over from the slightest little movement before even getting to the main event. Whether it’s with slow strokes of his fingertips or tongues — yes, he has multiple — or by lightly tapping you with his cock, you’ll be fucked out before you even know what hit you.

• Other things he can do include increasing his or your fertility, but on the flip side, he can also produce a contraceptive liquid, making it safe for him to cum inside of you should it be a potential issue.

• With another type of aphrodisiac, he can make your sex drive go absolutely insane, meaning that you’ll be able to go for multiple earth-shattering orgasms without feeling your energy drop. In fact, the effects are so potent that you’ll be begging for him to make you cum on his cock over and over because ‘Asmo, it hurts, I need to cum so bad.’ He’ll get you so bothered that you’ll feel like you may die if he doesn’t rail you with that pretty cock of his.

• And in general, Asmo has the best technique of all his brothers, so he doesn’t need a monster-sized cock to have you fucked stupid. His cock just seemingly hits all of the right spots so effortlessly, and he’ll make sure that you’ll come crawling back to him after he’s done with you.

• Asmo can and will ruin everybody else for you. You’ll understand one of the core reasons why his fans love him so much.

Beelzebub

Based off the Hunter dildo.

• Oh boy. It's no secret that Beelzebub is a big guy, and yes, the same goes for his cock. The man doesn't even need to be naked or even hard for you to notice the sizable bulge in his pants. It's as if nothing can properly contain him.

• Being the largest of all the brothers — and can rival Diavolo himself — Beel is packing 10.5 inches of thick, heavy cock. Unless you have very large hands, you'll barely be able to wrap both of your hands around him. He really was crafted by God himself — muscular and absolutely blessed in every way possible.

• He's intimidating, that's for sure. Don't worry too much though, Beel is a gentle giant and will take his time making sure you're comfortable, relaxed and properly ready for him. He won't be mad at you if you can't fit all of him, because he's happy to be inside you, even if it's just the tip.

• Mention how big he is compared to you, and you'll have him flustered, because fuck, you look just so cute and tiny. Compare parts of yourself to his cock: your face, your forearms, your hands, etc — the size difference is actually insane, and he's all for it. As gentle as he is, he can't deny that he's eager to see the small, fragile human get destroyed.

• He loves seeing you suck on the tip of his cock, eagerly and desperately trying to fit more of him in your mouth. Watching you struggle just stirs something in his gut.

• Starting at the tip, Beel's cock is a light bronze but fades into a darker brown from the middle all the way down to the base. He's got it all, really — a nicely pointed and slightly curved tip, plates lining the top, curves in all the right places and breathtaking, large bumps lining his frenulum and base.

• He'll make sure that you cum multiple times before he even thinks of sliding inside of you — with his fingers, his mouth and even various dildos, using one larger than the last with every orgasm you have.

• Beel always uses extra lube, but no matter how much he does for you, the stretch is unavoidable. He'll take his time, and admittedly, Beel basks in the way merely entering you has your tongue lolling out and your eyes rolling back.

• He starts slow, but with his size, even with the slowest of thrusts you feel like your insides are getting pulverized, but fuck, he hits all the right spots so well. He's so large and perfectly textured that there's no area getting neglected.

• But when you're properly adjusted and begging him to go harder, you can pay your respects to your legs, because sweet baby Beel is gone, and demon lord Beelzebub is here.

• He'll make you grip the sheets so hard your knuckles will turn white, and you'll either be screaming or struggling to find your breath from the sheer size of him. No in between

• There's always a bulge in your stomach from his cock, and his palm will always be pressed up right against it.

Belphegor

Based off the Chance dildo.

• Belphegor, along with Satan, has one of the more animalistic-looking dicks amongst the brothers and takes the expression of 'having a horse cock' to dangerously literal levels. The first time you were intimate, Belphie was admittedly worried that his anatomy would turn you off, frighten or gross you out. Even for demon standards, Belphie's anatomy was uncommon, so he couldn't even begin to imagine what you — a human — would think.

• Good thing that you're a monster fucker and absolutely fucking drooled when he shed his clothes, huh? That certainly helped his ego.

• Firstly, let’s establish that his cock, from the tip all the way down to his balls, is pitch black, except for a small group of splotches — similar to his cow-like spots on his shoulder — at the middle that are dark purple

• If his twin is the largest, then on the flip side, Belphegor has the most impressive length amongst the seven demon brothers, being a jaw-dropping 12.5 inches which actually makes him bigger than Beelzebub in terms of length. Just looking at the outline of his bulge trailing down his thigh is telling enough of what you're in for.

• If you catch this demon wearing only sweats and no boxers, well... try not to stare between his legs too much. Or do. Belphie doesn't mind. He'll put on a little show for you if he's feeling generous. Or he'll call you out for being a little whore, especially if his brothers are nearby.

• He may not have the most girth, but Belphegor doesn't even need it to make an incoherent mess out of you. You're in for a lot of depth play, and it will take quite the effort for you to take all of him. And honestly? Seeing you squirm and whimpering how 'it's too deep, Belphie,' as he bottoms out? That just makes him harder.

• The tip of his cock is naturally rather wide, but when aroused, it flares and grows in size, and the shape of it will assure that every single little sweet spot of yours gets abused — every single spot, at every angle, over and over again. It's definitely the hardest part of him to fit inside of you, and you may need extra lube and prep to lessen the initial discomfort, but once it's in, and you're properly adjusted, it's a pretty smooth ride.

• He's veiny from top to bottom, and they are prominent, adding all the more texture that will never fail to have you wonderfully fucked out. Add the bulging ring in the middle of his shaft, and you can only imagine the myriad of sensations he'll be providing. So yeah, girth? Doesn't need it.

• Belphie loves having you ride him — whether you're front facing so that he can play with your chest, or in reverse so that he can smack your ass as you bounce, he doesn't care. While this does stem from his laziness, it's also to let you get comfortable at your own pace; taking a monster-length cock can be uncomfortable, so unless you explicitly state you want him to pound into you, he'll let you take him as you please.

• But be warned, if you do ask Belphegor to do so, be prepared to feel his cock rail the deepest parts of you. He’ll push your legs against your chest and fuck you like a sadistic demon in heat. He'll rearrange your insides with no mercy shown unless you yell out a safe word, and he will knock the wind out of you with every single thrust and pull streams of tears from you. That's a promise.

• [AFAB] Although it's not physically possible for a human, Belphie can and will fuck so deep into you that it'll feel like he's gonna breach and breed your womb.

• Now, who wants to get double-stuffed by the twins? Belphie might just share with Beel.

I hope you liked these!

Also, what do you think of Levi’s section? I know some like him with one, and some like him with two. I know I like reading fics with either option, so I said ‘fuck it, I’m grabbing those two HCs, mashing them up together, and this is their love child.’

I struggled the most to find ideas for Satan and Lucifer, but I think they came out alright?

Who’s your favourite? I know my bias tends to come through for Belphie and Levi, so I don’t think I need to say it haha.

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findafight · 1 year

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Ohhh fic where Steve and Robin and Dustin and Erica all casually make funny little haha jokes with each other about getting tortured/almost caught by the Russians under Starcourt because they all have that shared trauma and had many a long late night calls reassuring each other they're alive and playing dnd together and fulfilling lifetime supply of icecream obligations.

They do this because sure the rest of the party knew there were Russians under Starcourt but everything they went through in that basement was sorta...forgotten in the aftermath of literal flesh monster. And with Hopper dead and the Byers moving, there's so much happening that whatever happened to Steve's face (lost another fight...) and why he and Robin went from mildly antagonistic co-workers to codependent goobers who couldn't go literally a day without seeing the other or what made Dustin always ask if Erica was going to come for party hang outs are all sort of brushed under the rug. Not a big deal, really. Bigger things happening after everything.

And they cope together and scoops troop is a weird little section of the party no one but them really understands. Robin and Steve are attached at the hip and to a lesser extent so are Erica and Dustin (but they'll never admit it), and they all have mini gatherings together.

So, the casual mentioning of starcourt and specifically what went down with the Russians is commonplace for them. (Erica is quick to remind them she saved their asses, and are they so lame they need her help again? but she smiles and Steve and Robin just laugh and give her a big hug.) And somehow, they forget that not everyone really knows what went down before July 4th 1985.

And I want them to do it in front of everyone. I want them to have their stupid "this was so fucked up but we're alive and we got through it so now we have to laugh or we may never stop crying about it" banter at a big "we saved the world again!" Barbecue. I want the rest of the folks there to go silent and them not to notice.

I want someone to mention Steve not getting a black eye this time, congrats! and Robin going "the only reason why I didn't get one last time was because the Russians said-"

And Steve, who is lying with his head in her lap, reaches up to gently cup her cheek and says in a terrible Russian accent "don't worry, we will not ruin your pretty face!" (everyone is quiet around them, they do not notice)

She laughs. "And punched me in the gut a few more times. I peed blood for like, three days."

Steve goes "ewwww" only to be pinched by robin.

"you peed blood too, dingus. You got it worse than me and my pretty face."

He giggles and opens his hand up for a high five "pissing blood buddies, hell yeah!" And shifts in her lap. "But they bruised my pretty face. Rude."

"aww. It's okay, Stevie, your face is still so pretty. Prettiest boy in Hawkins."

"thanks Robin."

"at least Dustin and Erica got us out before they started ripping out fingernails." She shudders.

"or used the bonesaw"

"mmm. Unfortunately not before we got funky truth serum drugs though."

He leans up, looking at the two "y'all couldn't have been a bit faster?" But he's smiling, teasing. A well worn joke.

Dustin and Erica respond simultaneously with "I'm missing bones, Steve, what do you want from me?" And "I was ten and my legs were short as shit. Beggars can't be choosers." Respectively.

It is at this point an Actual Grown Up butts in.

"what. What do you mean ripping out fingernails?"

Robin and Steve look towards Joyce, who asked.

"like. To interrogate us? Because we just kept saying we worked for scoops even with the truth serum."

"because they thought we had to be superspies to get into their creepy lair and not a bunch of kids."

"mmhmm"

Hopper jumps in "wait. You were tortured by them?"

Robin and Steve give him eerily similar looks that express how obvious the answer to that is.

"yeah, duh."

"I don't go looking to get brain damage every year, you know."

Hoppers eye twitches. "Why didn't you say anything?"

#steve Harrington #robin Buckley #erica sinclair #dustin henderson #scoops troop #the party #stranger things #platonic stobin #stobin #i want eddie to be the only one who knows bc they were assigned to fill him in on the upsidedown so obvs it came up #and he is like that is so fucked up but i guess it works for you? hopefully?#steddie #mayhaps....if i ever write more of this lmao #finda writes stuff #finda's rambles

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themaclean · 16 days

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hi i just came from ao3 and firstly, i have read ur vaultghoul fic probably 20 times already it’s just so good with spot on characterization and amazing writing, thank u so much 🙏

secondly, i was reading the comments on it and came across one abt wanting to see a pre-war au where cooper and lucy start an affair and immediately my ears perked up like 👀 all i could imagine is her being cast as his love interest, her being a big fan of his already, and them having a wedding scene where they fuck in her wedding dress after they call cut

n e way so sorry for rambling haha but unfortunately ive got the brainrot now

I MEAN HYPOTHETICALLY -- I'm mobile (and somehow wrote 2k words still wheeze) so I'll finish this when I'm on my PC but I played around with the idea a bit thanks to this ask. :)

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Summary; Cooper Howard x Lucy MacLean, 2077 AU where Lucy and Cooper star in a movie together.

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There's a whole host of ways that Vault-Tec could have cracked down on Cooper. Given the infringement of their security protocols and the divorce and the way they choked him out of all the good roles...

It wasn't such a far stretch that he'd have to take place in the biggest circle jerk of a film production where his super-fan shoved his daughter into a starring role using Cooper's connections.

Because, so far as the public knew, he was still a supporter of Vault-Tec and he'd do just about anything to sell that delusion.

Cooper crushed the heel of his palms against his eyes, a limp cigarette hung between his teeth.

The girl was a nightmare.

Stiff, picky, absent-minded. No emotion, either, no semblance of self-awareness. It was like some Disney Princess popped out of the cartoons in the worst way, quick to parrot the lines she was meant to say with perfect diction but nothing more than that.

And it was somehow his fucking job to coach the girl -- Lucy -- into a leading lady. The idea was that she was the daughter of the Overseer, played by her actual father, and Cooper was some vault dweller from another section.

The whole thing was convoluted. He did cowboy flicks and the sort that had a showdown at the end. This sci-fi garbage went right over his head, this future projection of the what-if. He didn't have time for the what-if.

He had a daughter he needed to vy for custody of and an expensive divorce on the horizon. And Barb had the best lawyers money could buy and he'd never thought they'd end up like this. There was no pre-nup and nothing to protect him.

And he didn't have a goddamn lighter.

"You shouldn't smoke."

Cooper near growled around the butt of his cigarette, only just keeping himself civil at the last moment. He turned towards Lucy, unable to mistake her for anyone else. There was something about her vacant, pretty face that irked him, those giant goddamn eyes.

"It's bad for you. I read an article about it."

"Maybe you'd be better off reading your lines again," Cooper said with a wave of his hand. He dug in his jacket pocket, the one he'd worn to set.

Bingo.

Lucy crossed her arms and leaned against the vault railing. It was strange to do the filming down, a hundred feet or so beneath the surface, but it made for impressive sets. They were around the corner from the rest of the camera crew and cast.

And they were alone for the first time since shooting. Most times, Cooper had a few stage hands or interns at his heel. And he didn't see Lucy around much, except for scenes. Didn't chase her down, didn't much think of her.

Except now he's aware she's still in the wedding dress she'd been in earlier. Stage blood soaked the stomach of it, thick streams of blood from where she'd been stabbed. But he'd saved her and they'd shared a chaste kiss for the camera.

And then he hadn't seen her.

"I thought you'd be a better kisser."

Cooper didn't withhold the glare, couldn't bring himself to give a fuck. "Pardon?"

"Just -- the kiss. Didn't really..." Lucy narrowed her eyes at him. "I grew up watching your movies. My dad is a big fan. I always figured you'd be a good kisser, but you aren't."

"You ain't much yourself, either," Cooper said with a raised brow. "Like a fish, sweetheart. Cold."

"I'm not a fish," she snapped back. "That's very mean. I -- I know I was mean first but I just thought you could do better."

Cooper couldn't help but laugh to himself at this miserable brat who'd sought him out to complain about an on-screen kiss. He took a long drag, his gaze slanted across the backs of his knuckles.

"You're here 'cause your daddy yanked some strings," Cooper shrugged a shoulder. "My only obligation is to make a movie for the studio. I'm not your damn boyfriend-for-hire, trying to get you off for the cameras."

Cooper was a professional and on his best behaviour -- usually. But the long days of filming for a corporation rooted in the exploitation of the country he'd fought for... That patience wore thinner with each moment he was alone with this brat.

"I'm here as an actress -- "

"You can act?" Cooper asked, mock surprise as he pressed a hand to his chest.

Lucy had the gall to look offended.

Cooper took another drag, his hip notched against the railing. "It's a movie, darling. I've been doing this shit for years. They ain't gonna let people tongue each other to high hell."

"That..."

"That is exactly how it works," Cooper said as he ashed his cigarette onto the grate beneath his feet. "It's not about you, it's about the shot."

Lucy looked at him like he'd slapped her. "I know it's about the shot."

"Could've fooled me." Cooper huffed out a breath. He'd kissed plenty of women for his films and he was a consummate professional. If the audience bought into it, that was all he needed. He didn't give a damn if his co-star got butterflies over it.

Especially not the daughter of some jackass at Vault-Tec, for a project that was nothing more than an empty propaganda piece. But he didn't have much choice.

"I'm here because it's important to my father. Vault-Tec wanted to keep as many roles as they could within the company -- "

"Nepotism."

"To promote the culture they want within the movie, which is carefully curated -- "

"Cultish."

"To their... Could you stop doing that?"

Cooper crossed his arms, his cigarette nearly finished. The vault had good enough ventilation that the smoke disappeared but the smell lingered. He pushed away from the railing, his expensive smile slack across his lips.

"I had my fill of the Vault-Tec propaganda, sweetheart. Don't make a difference if it's from a pamphlet or a pretty girl, I'm just doing what I'm being paid to."

"Wasn't it your wife -- ex-wife -- who brought you in originally?"

Cooper's neck twitched as he looked down at Lucy, as she smart-mouthed her way right into some shit she didn't know anything about. He tipped his head to the side, the annoying collar of the vault suit biting into his jawline.

"So you believed what Vault-Tec thought originally." Lucy toyed with the stain on her white dress, her fingers tugged at the frayed edge. "What changed?"

"Nothing," Cooper said, his voice flat.

Lucy met his eye, her head tilted to contrast the angle of his head. She settled a hand on the railing, uncertainty replaced her uppity edge from before. "I'm not trying to spy on you or get information. You just -- had your life together, and then you're getting divorced."

"It happens," Cooper said, aware now that she was between him and the crew. The vault split into spidery webs in all directions, though. He could leave her if he wanted. But then he'd end up who knows where, deep in the belly of this steel nest.

But they were alone, and she'd inched closer to him.

Cooper saw the leading ladies he worked with as colleagues. Sometimes they'd have to kiss or imitate gentle moments or intimacy -- but for the most part, he could compartmentalise it. But Lucy didn't act. She couldn't. She was an atrocious leading lady and she read everything as if she were saying it herself.

Like a porn actress, saying shit to get through to the action, rushing through the writing like it didn't matter.

It wasn't her fault. He had the sneaking suspicious she had no interest in acting or in this movie; that she was only doing it because her father asked her to do it. Maybe even so she could have an excuse to meet him, he realized dimly as she looked up at him with wide hazel eyes.

That separation -- of leading lady and of a romantic partner -- muddled with her. Because he didn't even like her. He didn't want to get to know her. He hated her father and he wanted nothing to do with this company.

And she was closer to him than not, and they'd kissed a handful of times, and she'd said he sucked at it.

Cooper rolled his jaw as Lucy didn't have the guts to do more than she had. Her moony eyes fixed up at him like a challenge. And then he felt his resolve snap because it wasn't like he had much to lose. This wasn't a real acting gig and she wasn't a real leading lady.

His hand snapped out, fingers and thumb dug into her cheek. He brought her close, to see what she'd do. The answer was -- not much. She didn't shout or push him away, their mouths inches apart as he hovered close to her, examining her beneath his lashes.

"Bad kisser -- that what you said?"

Lucy swallowed hard enough to nudge his hand. "Well, you were. I'm not going to lie to you to spare your ego."

Cooper made a soft sound from the back of his throat as he kissed her. The distant crack and shift of the crew as they moved their cameras from one vault room to another should be a deterent but Cooper doesn't care.

He's single, isn't he. Has been for a few months. He'd not acted on it, hadn't felt the urge to, but he's as trapped as ever in the shadow of what Barb had done to him. It's only fair he make use of that shadow to indulge, even if it's just to prove a point to this girl Lucy.

There's some inherent amusement to how she melted into the kiss. She wanted it far more than she'd let on, that soft mewing, moaning neediness as he stroked her long brown hair out of her face. He threaded his fingers softly through her hair, hand on either side of her face, fingers combing through her hair.

Her back was arched over the railing as he gave her the kiss she'd probably expected earlier, the one he wasn't about to throw out on camera. There's standards for cinema and he didn't want to waste film or time.

But then her fingers were on the zipper of the stupid fucking vault suit. He didn't stop her, even as she yanked it down and slipped her hand along his stomach.

If anything, he pushed harder against her. The fluffy white skirt of her wedding dress made it hard to get much for himself. But with a yank of her knee and the shift of her weight, he had her seated on the railing. Her shoulder caught one of the metal frames, to keep her pinned in place.

If this were any other job or any other actress, he'd give a fuck.

But it's Vault-Tec, through and through.

#anonymous #my writing #vaultghoul #answered

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bugsbenefit · 6 months

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i didn't know that was still controversial but byler is not going to be "revealed" pre s5? it just isn't? no actor will tell you it has a super high chance of happening before the show airs. it doesn't matter that mleven is about a single bad conversation or just time away from imploding, by the end of s4 the status quo of mleven is still upheld (albeit it now being disliked by most of the audience). actors can't just challenge the status quo of a show by openly validating a plot twist that hasn't happened yet

the way anyone is going to find out byler is in s5 is either on the day the show airs or by seeing some leaks that confirm something (if any of those would actually get out) and that's it

i constantly see people upset and saying that they're shaken by actors not saying byler has a chance of happening, but like, they can't say that? NDAs are a real thing

in reality if every actor just went "hmmm haha, *knowing eyes*" in response to being asked about a ship then i'd actually get people being upset because that'd be the classic won't happen treatment. no one being able to seriously engage byler questions despite how big it is, even in official comment sections by now, makes it really obvious there's some higher up briefing behind the scenes. if byler got something like the r*nance or s*ddie treatment where everyone is openly joking about it, it'd be pretty clear it's not happening, but that's obviously not what's going on

#i don't know how to emphasize that the actors openly and happily discussing byler would be the thing that'd actually be bad for it #byler

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KINKMAS 25 MERRY CHRISTMAS VINNIE HACKER X male reader!

WATTPAD

you were getting ready, to go to a amazing event with vinnie. you put all this sexy green out, you brought some oils with you along with a nice prada green purse. your long hair curled up in a soft bun with little bits of red ribbon here and there. you wore a nice green dress that flowed behind your figure as it went down the stairs, the skirt just above the knee with a red bow at the bottom, the sleeves had two more bows with matching small flowers attached to them.

you added some love dust along with oils onto your chest and arms. you got into a private car, feeling yourself as your favorite songs played. the view was amazing, the city lights of new york were amazing you loved seeing ALL of the bright billboards along with the loghts.

you loved any blue lights you could see as your favorite color was blue. however for this occasion you had to wear red and green as it was a christmas themed networking event. however they did have a party section to the house.

this was a house the size of a gigantic mansion with many many sectors. you were so excited it was a great opportunity. you arrived at the event, the paparazzi was insane. but you were focused on getting inside, you went earlier then vinnie, as they opened 50 minutes earlier then the scheduled time, but it was already pretty packed, but nobody would go upstaires yet or go past the first two rooms.

you saw bryce parker "hey Y/N how are you im surpised to see you here" said bryce with a warm smile, his fluffy hair it was so cute, he had such a redefined jawline, you melted thinking about it.

he was wearing a really cute braclet "im great, I know… usually im pretty nervous to be at big events like this, but I decided to step out of my comfort zone… love your braclet… how cute…"

"thank you Y/N, well I look forward to seeing you around, this outfit was a great choice, you look stunning" he said biting his lip, he took a sip of his drink. you were very good at feeling energy he was flustered but nervous, he was beyond cute "thank you I love this outfit of yours, that buttoned up shirt is hot" you said as his shirt was unbottoned, you took a glass of red wine slowly examing his stomach before taking a sip.

"thank you… I-I- you are so memorizing… I-" he said stuttering, you cut him off "relax handsome Ill see you around when they open up the 2nd floor" you said brushing your hand past his ab and walking away. he felt shivers, you heard a small groan from him. you smirked as you had him breaking down for your touch.

he was entranced by you. you were emotionally so excited as you knew that the love dust was working in your favor and now you could have anyone at the event. you then went to the 2nd room, seeing noah beck, he was clearly waiting for vinnie… as you walked toward him, you heard a voice call out to you.

"Y/N" it was Ace akers "hey ace surpised to see you, I thought you werent coming?" you were very excited to see Ace but you were nervous because he was somebody that could easily make you just as flustered as you made bryce feel.

"hey Y/N I originally wasnt but I bryce convinced me to come… you look so beautiful" "thank you ace, you look just so fine… " you said he smirked, his eyes were so pretty, along with his jaw, everything about him was so perfect.

he was staring you down, admiring your outfit. you were the sexiest thing to him. "I like your outfit… you mustve been intentional huh?… considering that shirt wraps around your biceps perfectly" you said with a smile, "haha… well… I heard from someone its what you like" he laughed nervously. you didnt know why. but you were so drawn to ace so you gave him a small kiss.

he kissed back, you squirmed as the touches he gave you made you shiver. "Y/N you… are so fucking sexy… why is it that I cant control myself around you" he said you giggled "relax the show hasnt started yet" you said. "lets go walk around"

it had now been 45 minutes , the entire first floor had opened you were so excited. "in 15 minutes the 2nd floor will open up.. But to pass some time I wanna see you dance with me" said ace.

you smiled, you took his hand and got together on the dance floor. he spun you around. you danced to the music with ace. he gave you a small kissmaking you moan. "your moans are angelic" thank you ace. you said. after some more dancing you both decided to go upstairs as they opened the 2nd floor.

"vinnie is here ace, I have to go, but you are just so hot…" "thank you… Im here if you ever get bored" he said with a smirk. you left him with one finak kiss. in that moment its as if everything stopped and no one was there. you loved his smell, of lavender and his lips felt so good.

"hey vinnie" "hey Y/N, you are fucking sexyyy, Lets go up stairs I want to see the big tree" "thank you vinnie, you are very handsome yourself… its a luxury to have such a handsome man here" "thank you" you kissed him and headed up stairs with vinnie.

the upstairs was so pretty. the christmas tree was pink with pink ornaments and lights. the ornaments were colorful, but still looked beautiful. the tree was decorated beautifully, you liked the decorations, they were unique. you were so happy to meet everyone. you were so nervous about meeting everyone else, but luckily, bryce was there the lighting made him look extra hot…

you and vinnie took photos together, you shined a big bright smile to the camera. "what a fabulous outfit… such a sexy man" you blushed giving him a kiss. quickly the news picked up on the photo just from people in the event sharing it on their stories. you didnt mind it. as this event was heavily monitored, every couple of minutes theyd limit anybody from entering, thats why they opened each floor at different times as the event planners and staff had to check and look all aroud the building to make sure their are no weapons etc.

you had collabed with the event before so you knew they had very strict and advanced security aswell as only 2 entrances a front entrance along with a back entrance.

you gave vinnie another kiss. "come here pretty boy" you moaned as he took you to a private room. locking the door "undress baby" you slowly undressed maintaing eye contact, you felt his eyes roam your entire body. you slowly touched yourself "lay on the table Y/N" he said smirking "wow your so fucking pretty my handsome Y/N"

"thank you vin… you are so sexy" he took his shirt off you brushed your hands along his arms to his abs then to his pants "let me have the honors" you said with a smirk. you unzipped his pants slowly biting down on his thigh as you took his underwear off. you gave him a kiss on his thigh. "relax let me do the work" said vinnie with a warm smile.

"oh not today vinnie relax and i mean RELAX focus on your breathing" you gave him a kiss on his bicep. he moaned feeling shivers down his energy body. he gave you a kiss. he was laying on the table, you quickly got ontop of him slowly setting yourself onto his big girthy dick.

"oh Y/N you are so fucking sexy" he said as he wrapped his hands around your hips, he began to move himself gently into you, it was so good, so much better than any other time that you'd done it. "fuck Y/N i need to cum" he said as he bit down on his lip trying to keep quiet. he came hard. "wow youre so hot vinnie… i needed you to cum so bad" you said placing your mouth over his neck, sucking, nibbling his flesh.

he moaned your name louder. "your too fucking good OH… my god-" he said "focus on that breathing handsome" you moved up and down faster "fuck fuck fuck" he said swaying his hips harder. he grabbed onto your hair pulling harder and harder.

"please y/n please…." he was panting and sweating, his head was spinning and his heart beating so fast… he climaxed, falling into the bed, your lips met his, you two kissing passionately, you pulled away after a while. to catch a breath. you kissed him again being just so hungry for vinnie and his love. your love dust worked so good… vinnie moaned and kissed you. he went for your neck making you arch as his bite down hard.

your body trembled, you were on edge you didn't know how long you guys were gonna last, he pulled you up and laid you down on the table, he placed kisses on your neck. "fuck your making me shiver so hard." he said. "you dont have to hold back on me darling" he looked deep into your eyes, he kissed you deeply on the lips. you kissed back with passion, your hands roaming down his abs. "i need you so badly y/n" you kissed him again, he sucked on your lower lip and licked it. you went the fastest youve ever gone. you both yelled loudly as you came together.

"relax now darling" said vinnie. you moaned as he gave you a kiss. "your a fucking godess" "thank you vinnie" his eyes were admiring you with lust. you loved hearing his heavy breathing.

you both got cleaned up, along with getting your outfits on. "come on baby" said vinnie as he gave you a back massage. "wanna go home, or do you want to stay here Y/N?" "lets stay here and get a drink."

"alright princess" you both headed out, he held your hand the entire way. once on the first floor you both ordered drinks, you sat down. "what do you think the tabloids will say?" you asked vinnie. "im not sure.. but I know a lot of people will attacck you… i do not want that to happen." "dont worry vinnie who cares. I love you and thats what really matters.

nothing else matters. you are what matters to me" a tear dropped down his face "thank you, thank you so much" you hugged him tightly kissing his lips multiple times. he hugged you as tight as he could, his head tucked under your chin. "thank you y/n"

"you really get me and make me feel safe" "Aww" you both ordered a 2nd round of shots. you could see that the sex really got to him in a great way. "you ok vinnie?"

"yes I am good… I- sorry your just… so fucking pretty…" "aw thank you" "i mean it Y/N" you gave him a kiss. you both started to makeout.

"lets go vinnie I am tired." "alright ill order the CAB Y/N" "thanks"

you saw bryce as you were about to leave "leaving so soon?" "yeah… I wanna have some fresh air…"

"alright well take care sexy" he whispered in your ear. "bye handsome your lucky all of these people are here otherwise Id kiss you" he bite his lip. you waved at him. "ah seducing like always huh?"

"of course vinnie… now you already know how things are" "Im surpised there was no kiss."

"of course not I dont need the tabloids grilling me to no end about what I do in my personal life, you know I have to keep everything underwraps to protect my friends, and the people I love"

"I understand… you are so cute…" you both got out of the cab as you arrived to vinnies house. "come in lets watch some netflix Y/N" you smiled at him. "thank you… I have a better idea, lets play mario kart" "oh hell yeah"

THE END!

#send in concepts #smutty #smut #vinnie hacker #vinnie hacker concept #vinnie hacker smut #vinnie hacker x reader #vinnie hacker imagine #kinkmas 2023 #kinkmas #christmas #holiday #xmas #x #merry xmas #xmas 2023 #xmas time #santa #festival

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tricoufamily · 1 year

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figured out how to do this in a way that's actually helpful for people lmao - here's how you can use the sims 4 studio rig on short/tall sims WITHOUT changing their height or removing your height slider

note that i am not a pose maker! this is for making renders! i have no idea if this would work for making in game poses, this doesn't have anything to do w that lol

haha short

if we do the tried and true method of setting connor's armature modifier to the default sims 4 studio rig, it is WAY off. and not to mention the fact that if you try to make him do anything complicated it gets...well you saw his hands. and it is just as nightmarish for tall sims

the rig that comes w simripper is custom built for your sim's features, height slider or no. but the problem is in its default state it's useless at worst and extremely difficult to use at best. we're going to turn that into the sims 4 studio rig people know and love

first, go to your preferences and add-ons. find the copy attributes menu, it is already installed on blender, you just have to enable it (i am using blender 2.83 here)

let's make all of the rig visible, as straight out of sim ripper, most of the most important bones are hidden inside the sim. with the rig selected, click the little man icon in your properties menu and under viewport display, check in front.

keeping it 100, this is usually what i work with because i think doing poses sucks already, so what do i care if the dots are super tiny? but like i said, that's not that helpful for other people, so let's keep going!

you know that annoying bone shape thing that always hitches a ride whenever you try to append? that's actually the sims 4 studio bone shape, if you look close. we need it!

so we've got a pose we want our sim to do (or a blank rig if we're making our own pose). on OUR sim, select the rig and go into pose mode. in the drop down, expand the pose section, then the b_root, then b_root_bind, then b_spine0, THEN b_spine1. lol.

click ONE of the bones in the drop down menu. it doesn't matter which one. it'll highlight in green on your sim.

now click the bone icon in the menu. under viewport display, click custom shape and select the bone_bone_shape. now it looks like the sims 4 rig, but the circles are a little too big (on the face this would be pretty annoying). so under scale, 0.2 will get it to the normal size.

now hit a on your keyboard to select the whole rig. now hit control+c to open your copy attribute menu that we enabled. copy bone shape. we're done! it looks just like the sims 4 studio rig, but suited to our sim!

i recommend disabling the copy attributes add on after this, because obviously with this set up, we're copying and pasting the pose onto this rig from the actual sims 4 studio rig instead of using it. it'll save you a click lol.

when you paste your pose, don't forget to select the rig, hit i and locrot to save the pose!

#i was really excited i figured this out lol #and i love doing tutorials <3 #the sims 4 #ts4 #ts4 render #ts4 tutorial #ts4 resources

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I hope you all had a wonderful holiday season and that you're all ready for this year to end already. I'm pretty sure given what's happened in Jensen's life, he sure is ready for 2023 to go out the door. Big Sky and The Winchesters getting cancelled, FBBC having 2 brewers quit in 1 week, firing several other employees according to some posts that were here on Tumblr and on Instagram, and let's not forget The Winchesters lawsuit that was filed earlier this year. I'm aware some people here have been speculating on what is to come of Jensen's brewery FBBC, so I thought I'd share a little bit of some interesting history with regards to the Ackles and Graul families in business.

In a previous post, I talked about some of the history of FBBC itself being tied to a brewery called County Coast Brewing Company that was in the Malibu, California area back in 2013. The former address was 29201 Heathercliff Road #116 in Malibu, CA. Gino was the listed owner of this brewery that was incorporated 10/4/2013 and became inactive 10/9/2017, 4 years and 5 days after this company was formed. Its current inactive status is listed as Suspended Ftb/Sos. One noteworthy mention here, I couldn't find this County Coast Brewing Company anywhere as being say "permanently closed" as you would other businesses. No Google reviews or searches are available either for this company. Hmm, it's just like it never existed unless you know to look up Gino's name and affiliated LLCs or remember the name of this company...

According to this website, it says under the Why is My Business Suspended section: "Generally, businesses are suspended when they fail to:

File a return

Pay

Taxes

Penalties

Fees

Interest

You may be able to find out the reason for suspension using MyFTB. Business entities registered with Secretary of State (SOS) must file and pay at least $800 franchise or annual tax from their registration date to current, regardless of business activity. Visit due dates for businesses for more information on when to file and pay."

After doing some further research thanks to this Tumblr post, it does seem that after Jensen filed for the incorporation of Family Business Beer Company back on 11/5/2014 in Dallas Texas, 1 year, 1 month and 1 day after County Coast Brewing Company was filed in California under Gino's name. Interestingly enough, a couples post that were seemingly tied to the County Coast Brewing Company dated prior to FBBC opening doors in January 2018 are still on the Facebook page. This post dated 4/8/2014 BEFORE FBBC was incorporated but is on the FBBC Facebook page states "On our way to Denver for the 2014 Craft brewer's Conference!!!" This photo dated 12/8/2013 has a caption stating "looking forward to trying out our newest batch of Pale Ale!" Again, no comments on it date past 3/17/2017 just like the other post that predates the official opening of FBBC in Austin on 1/10/2018 by several years.

The other Tumblr post I mentioned here even has a screenshot (along with several others) of posts that have been deleted including one that was posted on 1/24/2015 at 6:56pm saying "County Coast is moving location and names!!!!!! WTF?! Haha, relocating to the South. #AustinTexas get ready!!!!" Given the Graul and Ackles family histories of deleting comments they deemed unsavory on the FBBC Instagram page, it doesn't surprise me that they cleaned up shop on the internet and Facebook pages to try eliminating the existence of the failed County Coast Brewing Company and rebranding their Facebook page to become Family Business Beer Company's. According to this article, it states "While living in California, Jensen and Gino often brewed their own beers at home. The family moved to Austin and decided to finally open their own place. They found the Dripping Springs property in 2014, hooked up with now-head brewer Nate Seale, and got started from there." Guess they forgot to mention the former location the had in California that got suspended due to noncompliance with state tax regulations. Hmm....

Now, this is where things start to get interesting regarding the history of both the Ackles and Graul families and business. I mentioned the suspended ftb status that was put on the County Coast Brewing Company before. I also took the liberty of researching LLCs affiliated with Jensen and Danneel and found some similar statuses on previous companies they had incorporated in the past. I elected to put some notes to summarize things like when these companies were voluntarily dissolved (or straight up suspended) in the screenshots below. The Ackles Talent Services, Inc. California branch that was incorporated 6/22/2010 was suspended on 4/2/2013 and also has a forfeited ftb status which translates to the same status that is on the other brewing company that was in Gino Graul's name.

Looking over Danneel's companies, there is a Talking Poodle Productions, Inc. that holds the status "Inactive action by Secretary of State" that used to read as "Active not in good standing for failure to file annual report". According to this website for 2006 Louisiana laws titled 2006 Louisiana Laws - RS 12:163 — Failure to file annual reports; revocation and reinstatement of articles and limitation on authority to do business with the state, it states the following interesting tidbits of information: "§163. Failure to file annual reports; revocation and reinstatement of articles and limitation on authority to do business with the state

A. Where a corporation has failed to designate and maintain a registered office, or to designate and maintain a registered agent pursuant to the provisions of R.S. 12:104, for a period of ninety consecutive days, or where a corporation has failed to file an annual report for three consecutive years, according to the records of the secretary of state, the secretary of state shall revoke the articles of incorporation and franchise of such corporation."

Also, "F.(1) As used in this Subsection the phrase "not in good standing" means any corporation which is delinquent in filing an annual report.

(2) Each corporation, domestic and foreign, which is not in good standing is prohibited from engaging in commercial business operation with the state or its boards, agencies, departments, or commissions. Any contract between a corporation which is not in good standing and the state or its boards, agencies, departments, or commissions is subject to be declared null and void, by said board, agency, department, or commission or by the Division of Administration."

There are of course other parts I didn't put in here for the sake of keeping this post a reasonable length but it seems that the bottom line message is the same here: The Grauls and Ackles have a history of not complying with tax laws and is unlikely they simply forgot to file taxes or annual reports as necessary. Was this to hide questionable financial practices? Are both families hiding unethical behaviors? Are they unable to afford accountants who can properly file all reports with state and federal tax governmental branches appropriately, so they can stay in business? Are these simple, honest mistakes on behalf of the Graul and Ackles' families? Not sure what you all think of this but it is entirely possible with this information here that there are some questionable business practices going on here and that the speculations here about FBBC not doing so good just might have some factual basis.

#jensen critical #gino graul #anti danneel #anti elta #family business beer company #graul family #danneel graul #fbbc speculation

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I read your Ravio/Legend section and👍👍👍 gud shit uhuh.

I think the dynamic of Legend and Ravio and their close good friend/roommate that they're weirdly possessive of, lol.

Ravio's someone I'm particularly interested in because on one hand I can see legend doing all of the vaguely threatening 'you're staying here and we'll take care of you, you have no other option' while Ravio goes along with it and tries to make it nicer for you (ie giving you choices on things or rather making it seem like you have a choice) so that you like him more. On the other hand I can absolutely see him blocking the door like 'you're not leaving💜'.

Also how would that type of thing happen?

Were you a neighbor that leg grew particularly fond of, and eventually the visits to his house get longer and longer-- only to mysteriously stop after one particular journey. Were you the one persistent enough to continuously come back even after he told you not to, only to seal your fate once the hero of legend grew too fond of you to risk losing you again. Maybe you even went out on a journey of your own to get Ravio because you knew that leg needed all the support you can get only for the two of you to bond on the way back and Ravio approaches legend like 'hey uhh...'.

Maybe you just needed a place to stay and Ravio was like 'I got just the place for you!', only for the first to approach and find out that Ravio's infamous pricing extends to rent as well. Don't worry though! He'll let you work it off in the shop! Soon you're pretty much spending 24/7 in the house between sleeping and working long ass hours you can't leave if you're constantly working in order to meet rent. Legend, while initially reluctant, eventually comes to appreciate the extra person to come home to, especially since he knows that Ravio isn't as lonely anymore since you came along.

Or you and Leg just bond while the events of Lu take place, only to go to his Hyrule and just...not come back. You can't escape if you have no clue where anything is! Which leads me to the next point.

With the 'Legend, Ravio, and their close good friend' trope, I think it would be funny if the villagers just...didn't acknowledge the blatant creepy behavior going on. Maybe your alarm bells ring on said behavior, but since the two allow you outside, you don't really think much of it; until you do try to seek outside help, only to be stared at by the villagers like you're crazy and either Legend or Ravio just lead you back inside like 'haha yeah they do that sometimes'. Now, whenever you get too close to the outskirts of the village the townspeople tell Legend, if not they just bring you back to the house themselves.

Listen, Legend is the hero of Legend, he's saved more kingdoms than he can count. Plus, he's best friends with his Zelda (or if you're going by popular hc, he is royalty himself). There's nothing you can do to make anyone think too badly of him or Ravio, who was here long before you ever were.

I was wondering if you had any more scraps👀👀

*I…

Bestie

YOU PREPARED ME A WHOLE MEAL! OH MY LORD!

I.LOVE.THIS

Like you’re so big brained, I could never.

Just as a person who also loves Ravio and Legend this is 😮‍💨🤌 chef’s kiss.*

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So, I think for this to work out the best way possible and make somewhat the most sense I would agree with the whole Reader is just a stubborn neighbor who would NOT take no for an answer when Legend was going through some bad times.

Reader is also the overly friendly neighbor.

In every game of Zelda the Link in question has to always help others to gain something that will aid them in their quest.

Which if you look at it as a whole is kinda messed up.

Like you wouldn’t just give the object to the dude who’s trying to save the world???

Anyways, Reader was the opposite of those people.

Reader constantly was checking in on Legend, asking if he ever needed something or just telling him things they heard around the town. Giving him home cooked meals to take on his long journeys so that he can have something to eat.

Reader makes sure that Legend always remembers that their house is open to them.

They really shouldn’t have

Over the years, Legend falls hard for the stubborn and kind Reader.

Becoming infatuated with the worried face that greets him every time he comes back home after an adventure, the one that checks him over for injures and makes promises to fix up his favorite meal that night.

The one who actually cares for Legend in a way others haven’t.

And oh how he cares for them in a return.

Somewhere down the line, Reader turns from his caring neighbor to his caring roommate.

Something had happened to Readers house, it had mysteriously caught fire and burnt down whilst Reader was out.

Leaving Reader with no home and no where to go.

That’s when the hero swooped in to save the day.

Little does Reader know, it was all planned.

Legend of course had some rules that he put in to play once Reader finally moved in.

1) don’t be out too late

“It so dangerous out when it gets dark, I think I’d worry myself half to death if you weren’t home before sunset.”

Tell him where you’re going

“I’ve made a great deal of enemies on my adventures, I fear they may try to target you to get at me. This way I can you’re safe when I come home and you’re not there.”

Remain close to the town

“I’ve been all across the land [Name], I know all that’s out there. I’d feel so much better if you’d keep to the surrounding area around the town when you went out to collect your supplies for baking.”

Should you need anything, just ask him or at least let him accompany you in your errands

“I can get you anything you need if it’s too far from the village, it isn’t a problem. And for things you need in the village I won’t mind tagging a long, I want to spend time with you before I’m sent off on another quest.”

There were a few other rules, but these were the main ones.

With Legend’s reasoning for each one, Reader didn’t feel too bothered by them.

As time passed, everything seemed to be going great for Legend and Reader but then something happened.

A new comer made their way in.

Ravio.

While out on a stroll one day, Reader just happened to come across a strange man adorned with a purple rabbit hood and purplish blue scarf.

Perhaps he was passed out on the road or something or seemed to be lost.

Either way, being such a kind person, Reader offers the stranger their assistance and to guide them back to town.

Ravio accepts and the two talk and even bond a little on their way to the town.

Ravio mentions him not having a place to stay and Reader, with their bleeding heart, offers that he could possible stay with them.

Which is when Ravio learns of Reader’s roommate, Legend.

Who, once Ravio and Reader get to home, is missing.

So Reader comes up with the bright idea to split up and find Legend and so Ravio and Reader search the town for him.

Ravio ends up finding Legend in the sanctuary and takes him back to the house. Soon after Legend wakes up and Ravio has introduced himself, Reader comes back home happy to see Legend safe.

The three talk and Reader reveals that Ravio needs a place to stay and says that they’d have enough room for a third roomie.

Legend, of course, can never truly say no to Reader (especially when they use their puppy eyes and promise to cook up Legend’s favorite meal and spend time with him).

Legend also feels a sense of ease being next to Ravio, like he some how knows him.

In the end, Ravio stays.

The events of A Link Between Worlds unfold and Ravio and Reader grow closer together throughout that time.

Of course, Legend would never let Reader accompany him on his dangerous journey, no matter how much Reader begged.

So Reader stays with Ravio and helps him out in his shop. Thus letting the two grow closer.

And as Legend stops by from time to time, even him and Ravio begin to grow a bond.

He finds himself thankful that Reader has someone to be with while he’s away on his adventure. He knows how lonely it can get sometimes and how much Reader can worry about him.

It also helps that Legend’s beastly jealously never rears its head when Ravio is with Reader.

Somehow, Legend is okay with the fact that Ravio has been growing closer and closer with Reader. Whereas with others he would surely run them off.

After all who would dare challenge the hero of Hyrule?

Perhaps it is at the end of A Link Between Worlds, when Yuga is finally defeated and truths have been brought to light about who Ravio truly is, that Ravio comes to Legend with the offer of a “lifetime”.

To share Reader.

Ravio would stay in Hyrule instead of returning to Lorule and continue to live with Reader and Legend where they could both romantically pursue Reader.

After all, it is a dangerous world and two heroes are much better than one. (Even while cowardly, Ravio is still willing to defend Reader).

Legend agrees to the deal.

Reader’s fate has been sealed.

Legend and Ravio return to the town as heroes and are now very respected people within Hyrule for having saved the land. (After all, Ravio did help Legend).

More importantly they return to their beloved Reader, who smothers them in hugs and checks both men over for injuries.

It is then that Ravio and Legend tell Reader about Ravio’s temporary stay becoming permanent.

Reader is ecstatic and they can’t help but let slip to Ravio and Legend that they shouldn’t worry about the space becoming too cramped because once their house is rebuilt they’d be moving out.

Legend forgot about… that.

He and Ravio share a glance whilst Reader helps out things away and sets the table.

It seems they have more talking and planning to do.

Legend and Ravio start sabotaging Reader’s plans.

For some reason, castle guards won’t let Reader leave the town to enter the surrounding forest to gather supplies.

Meaning Reader no longer has a way to make money, as they would collect supplies and fruit to bake goods to sell in the town.

(Legend and Ravio cashed in a few favors with Zelda. They worry for them they had told Zelda, “They’re so stubborn sometimes and too kind for their own good. Anyone could take advantage of them, we just want to keep them safe after what we’ve been through.”

Zelda agreed to their plea and whether she believed them or not truly didn’t matter, after all they had done so much for the kingdom. Why shouldn’t they be rewarded in return?).

No one else really needed a helping hand around the village so that took out any sort of side income Reader could make.

So Ravio with his caring heart, said he’d let Reader help him out in his shop.

But it didn’t matter that Reader was making money now.

Any builder Reader had tried to talk to about fixing up their house always told them they were either too busy or that it would cost too much.

“Going out is still dangerous these days with all those monsters still roaming around.” They’d say, “We’re sorry [Name] but we truly can’t help you out right now.”

Reader is never given an answer on when they’d even be able to start building.

(Legend had talked to the builders earlier. Buying them off to put off building Reader’s house for as long as they could. “I’m planning on asking them to move in permanently, I wish to court them.” He would truthfully tell the workers, “but they feel as though they’ve overstayed their welcome and I can’t shoo that though from their head.”

The workers agree to put off the work. After all, who wants to stand in the way of young love?

Soon word spreads around town and the whole town is helping to push Reader even further into the men’s arms clutches.

And even if they were the occasional person who objected to the act, who found the men’s behavior suspicious, they would never act upon their suspicions.

It would be dangerous to attempt to go against the man who’s defeated Ganon and Yuga. Not to mention that there’s two now.)

Eventually as Reader laments to Ravio and Legend about feeling like they’ll never get their home back, the two men comfort Reader with soothing, honeyed words.

“You can stay here as long as you need to [Name].” Ravio would say, gently rubbing circles onto Reader’s back as he sat next to them.

“In fact, why don’t you just stay here permanently [Name].” Legend would join in, caressing Reader’s hands.

“We’ve been speaking and needles to say, me and Ravio both care for you deeply. If you would allow us to, we would like to have a chance at courting you my dear.”

And with how sweet these men have been to you, how could you refuse. After all, you had grown to care for them too.

Why hadn’t you refused?

Did your choice even matter in the end?

No, even if you had refused, things would have turned out the same.

Your fate had been sealed long ago.

As like before, Legends old rules had remained in place.

But newer ones had been added that caused a slight cause for concern.

Don’t leave the house unless you’re with at least one of them

“We just want to keep you safe, my gem. The world is so dangerous out there. We can still visit the places you wish to go.”

“I feel like I’d die if you even tripped and scrapped your knee my dear. I must be with you at all times to make sure you’re safe.”

And so you were always accompanied by one of your lovers. If the townspeople took notice of this they said nothing.

Don’t speak with others outside of work

“I’ve heard there’ve been more bandit attacks going on, and with you working with me in the shop they might target you. I can’t afford to lose my darling gem.”

“Is it so bad that I wish to be selfish for once my dear? I won’t allow for someone else to steal you away, bandit or otherwise I will protect what’s mine.”

Now, even if you tried to have a conversation with someone they ignored you, refusing to even meet your eyes at times.

Or did they simply ignore the dangerous presences at your sides.

Eventually the rules got even stranger and a fear began to fester.

Don’t try to run away

“Oh darling gem, you’re so much safer here. Of course you still have choices! We’re not keeping you here captive, we just have… rules to help keep you safe, that’s all. We just love you so much.”

“ My dear, you know we simply do this out of love. Besides where would you run to? Your home is here, the villagers will be if no help to you and neither will Princess Zelda. All they would do is simply bring you back to our loving arms.”

And Legend had been right, the townspeople were not afraid to snitch upon you to Ravio or Legend if they saw you out of the house without them.

You were sure that they would even drag you back to that dreaded house if you had attempted to escape.

Don’t leave the house

“Just say it my gem, anything that you desire and I shall fetch it for you. Those berries and fruits you bake with i can bring you whenever you desire. I simply wish to pamper you and treat you like the glorious gem that you are.”

“There’s nothing for you out there anymore my dear. Why can’t you see that we are the only ones to truly care for you. Has anyone shown up? Has anyone brought forth questions about you? No. We are the only ones who can love you as much as you deserve. We are the only ones you need, my dear.”

You felt like you were going crazy.

But, things could have been worse you supposed.

At least they were kind to you, showering you with love and affection. Treating you with such high regard that you had never been given before.

Ravio, always the sweetheart, even braved the forest to gather fruits, berries, and other supplies so that you could bake like you used to.

Legend regaled you with tales of his adventures him when he got back home. He would been grace you with the most beautiful music should you ask for it.

Besides, maybe they were right. Th village that you had lived so long in, the villagers that you had always been so kind to, had betrayed you and left you on your own.

At least you had Legend and Ravio.

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*Gosh, this one REALLY got away from me. Honestly I feel like writing a ficlet about this now. Which you can probably see where it started to become one near the end 😂

Anyways I hope my ramblings were satisfactory and in all seriousness you might be getting a small fic out of this because I’ve just got so many ideas now and I LOVE this.

Now I’m gonna go to bed cause it’s like 2:00am 😂)

#trulytiredhermit #yandere lu x reader #linked universe x reader #Legend x Reader #yandere link x reader #Ravio x Reader #Yandere Ravio x Reader

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What each Stray Kids Member was like in Real Life

Bang Chan: OH MY GAWWD??? He was the one who shocked me the most. He looks so much more handsome in real life than pictures. He looks like a prince. I couldn’t get over how good looking he was. And his abs….were immaculate. Not to mention his chest..arms.. Adam’s apple.. like the man is GORGEOUS and pictures don’t do justice AT ALL. If you see him, you will be so shocked like??? I kept on gushing about him to my friend the whole night…. Unbelievable.

Changbin: okay people were screaming over him so much, like he was so popular with stays and I could TOTALLY SEE WHY. The way he dances is…and his rap LIVE???? Even better than anything I’ve heard on Spotify or CDs. It was so powerful & so clear. He definitely knows how to captivate the audience!! So much stage presence, humor, like whenever he would come near you can’t help but feel close to him. He’s so fun and interactive & down to earth.

Leeknow: no, I refuse to believe any human being could be THIS gorgeous. He was too shining like there’s a halo glowing from this perfect sculpture… he looked like the most handsome Japanese actor one could ever find. like..every part of his features were just so perfect. Like he looks good looking on screen, we all know that. But he looks even more beautiful in real life, like seriously, glowing.

Hyunjin: I…have no words. During soundcheck he came over to my section so many times. When I first saw him come over to my section…even his aura was so captivating. The way he walks. His gestures. His face was so….handsome doesn’t do it. He has something that really pulls you in. My heart was beating so fast. Even if he just moves casually to the rhythm, he’s like art??? I can’t say anything more because my heart still aches idk. too many emotions seeing him.

Han: okay I’m actually kinda sad because jisung is my bias wrecked and he didn’t come to my section, hardly at all so I never got to see him closely… 😭😭 but from what I observed, he was sooo interactive with the fans, like he would read so many signs and would talk to people, have funny reactions, and would smile such a big genuine smile that it made me happy. his live is so so so good too. and he’s always so funny haha

Felix: no. I will not be able to talk about him without crying…the boy’s literally an angel. he tried to go to every corner of the stage, he waved to his fans every chance he could get. he was so sweet and he never once stopped smiling. but also when he’s performing, he’s incredibly sexy and smooth & charismatic. I’m kinda sad he didn’t get to look at my section but I’m just glad he was literally trying to go to every corner and was waving constantly 😭😭 he’s so intentional and considerate..

Seungmin: yeah, seungmin was kinda bias wrecking me. his vocals? so stable. his voice is really clear and pretty…but on top of that, he kept smiling and looked genuinely so happy to see his fans. he would also point to many people, many signs and read them, and blow so many kisses haha! He made me laugh so much! And I think our eyes met once when we were both dancing to miroh (I was fairly close to him). he was so cute and charming 🫶

I.N.: okay this boys vocals improved so much and he’s really really stable & great at singing live.. I truly think he sounds even better live than on recordings. he was shy and cute, like you’d feel so protective over him. I was kinda sad he didn’t come by my section so I didn’t get to see him from that close but he was smiling the whole time too..I LOVED hearing him singing creep. That was unexpected but he did it so well 😭

#stray kids #skz #bang chan #leeknow #changbin #hyunjin #Han #Felix #seungmin #I.n.#Chris bang #bangchan #lee minho #seo changbin #hwang hyunjin #Han jisung #lee felix #jeongin

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stevenbasic · 9 months

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GITJ Post 338: A Saturday at Melissa’s, p13 (10:20PM: Dr. J)

I shudder to think back on it now, but I had my face buried in Melissa’s hair as we left the assembled crowd of my employees. They buzzed all around us in the great room of her house and I could hear them talking about me. But if this was embarrassing, being brought away from the evening party like a little kid, then the silken sea of her shampoo’d mane was a soft, scented sanctuary. She smelled of lilacs. I didn’t, at this point in the day, have the strength of will to look at anyone, but after only a few impossibly long strides of Melissa’s we were away from the crowd. I was carried the whole way, held against her side like an overgrown toddler. She took me from the great room up the stairs towards her bedroom. Each doorway we approached caused her to duck, unintentionally bouncing me as she squeezed my bottom even tighter. She was so tall in these platform heels that our heads rose more than seven feet above the ground. When she did duck under a door she would look me in the eyes, warmly, watching me appreciate her great height. Finally, though, we were in her room.

“Would you like me to put you down?” she whispered in my ear, her warm breath causing my skin and bones to shiver, her voice deep and rich and shaking me deeper still.

“Y-you don’t have to,” I answered, surprising myself. Yes, I was feeling beyond humiliated but it was nice to feel the strength and size of her, her big left breast smushed warmly into my side through her thick knit sweater. She smelled great, and I felt safe and protected. I didn’t want to be away from her body.

She was happy, it seemed, to just hold me, hold me and carry me about her room, taking me on a little tour. She jostled me, at times, playfully, as she stepped about, showing me this thing and that, swaying me back and forth like a child. Her mother had moved just within the past couple of years into this home, and Melissa had never really lived here herself. But there were trinkets, photos, some nostalgic pieces from her childhood that had been collected. Photos from several different schools, a cheerleading trophy that read “Regional Runner-Ups”, a time-worn teddy bear sitting on a dresser, all things that called to mind a past that Melissa, really, had never told me much about. I knew she moved a lot as a kid, with her mom. Past that I was vague on the details.

Alongside all the memories, though, I couldn’t help but notice one area, a section of shelving on the wall outside her closet that had a messy little pile of stuff. I spotted a picture of me in a frame, a casual shot she’d snapped at the office a while back. Also in the pile were some movie ticket stubs, a receipt, maybe from one of our dates, and also a piece of my clothing. An old tee-shirt I’d been missing, now covered in what looked like lipstick surrounded by a toothbrush, also mine, a pair of white briefs and several old, used tissues.

“What’s all that?” I asked, as she carried me by it.

“Oh, haha,” she laughed, “that’s my Jay shelf. Or, shelves. Stuff that makes me think of you.” She sounded a bit embarrassed but figuring…well, I don’t know what she was figuring. She carried me in for a closer look. “Isn’t that picture of you so adorable? I’ve got another couple I want to put up. And, can I keep your socks from yesterday?”

Huh, I thought, noticing the twin taper candles she’d stood in holders on the middle shelf, this is odd. But part of me warmed, seeing what this beautiful woman had done. “I’m…flattered,” I told her. She must really like me! “And, uh, sure on the socks.”

She giggled, thanking me. “Maybe someday I’ll just put you up there,” she beamed, “so I can take you down and play with you anytime I want!”

Melissa was funny. I sometimes didn’t quite know when she was joking, like this was just some “crazy girlfriend” shtick and I’d play along because she was just so fucking sexy. Honestly, if anything these games were either pretty sweet or smokin’ hot but sometimes she sounded just plain crazy. In the end, though, even that was all easy to ignore in a girlfriend when she’s as gorgeous as Melissa. With my girlfriend carrying me around her bedroom with her massive left boob squashed into my middle, who was I to complain? “Haha th-that’d be-”

“Or maybe I’ll put you up on my dresser next to Ted,” she interrupted, as we were stepping away already. “He’s my first boyfriend. I keep him right…over…here.”

“Ted is…?” I began, having been turned to face a stuffed bear which sat, slouched softly, against the wall atop Melissa’s high dresser, “This guy?”

“Haha yes!” she giggled, reaching out with her free right hand to the teddy bear, a classic brown plushie. It looked old, worn, like it had seen a life full of cuddles. A childhood friend, perhaps. “Ted and I started dating before my mom let me have real boys,” she spoke in all earnesty, now holding the bear right up to her face, looking straight into his black, beaded eyes, “Isn’t that right, Ted?”

This, for example, was one of those times where Melissa sounded crazy. But, I thought, taking the moment to glance down at her big boobs, crazy girls are sexy, right?

At that she giggled, and bit her lower lip. “Yeah, we didn’t have much money. My mom didn’t get me a lot of toys,” she mused, her voice a bit faraway, “but I always had Ted to play with. And he was my first boyfriend.”

The fact that we were there, the two of us - this teddy bear and me - each held in our own way in opposite arms by this big beautiful girl, was not lost on me. She, in fact, turned him…it…to face me, to look in its beady, slightly off-center eyes.

“You two should be introduced,” she continued, jostling me up at her side, resettling me, “Ted, this is Jay. My new boyfriend. Don’t be jealous, but he and I are in love.” She paused, as if listening to the thing’s response. “And, Jay…this is Ted. The first boy I kissed. The first boy who…haha got to sit on my bed and watch me change. The first boy who ever got to do…this.”

At that, Melissa took the teddy bear, still in hand, and lowered him a bit. Though she was cradling me in her left arm she was able to use her left hand to pull out the lower hem of her sweater and I watched as she maneuvered ‘Ted’ up under it, sliding him up under her heavy knit top. She released the hem, and pulled out her right hand, leaving him in there.

“There you go,” she playfully spoke down to the thing, through her sweater, which she smoothed out over her big bosom with her hand, “right in there with my boobies.“

I swallowed, dryly, imagining the thing’s situation right now, shoved up in there, beneath, between and under Melissa’s breasts. I could barely see the extra lump under there, that’s how large her chest was. “H-he was the first boy who ever got to do that?” I found myself asking, my interest entirely too prurient, "Ha..ha…maybe I should be jealous…"

That made Melissa coo and squeal. “No, you don’t have to be jealous haha…he was the first and only,” she laughed, now turning to fix me with those big, glittering eyes of gold and green and brown, “unless you want to try?”

My heart- my heart was beating so quickly now, and I’m sure she felt me shudder up against her. Good god! I was struck speechless.

Melissa continued, blithely. “But, I know being buried up in my cleavage like that, under my sweater, can get tooo hot. Isn’t that right, Ted? Are you hot in there?” she said, looking back down again at her chest, considering. “So, maybe someday I have a little chain made, and this clasp we can snap around you,” she continued, talking to me, musing on the possibility like it could be an actual thing, “I’ll wear it around my neck, and it’ll keep you from sinking too deep.”

Nnnghh. “i-i-into your cleavage?” I stammered, dumbly.

“Yeah,” she answered.

You don’t want to have me as a toy, a companion, like that bear, I thought, already hardened into steel against her left hip, you want to wear me like a necklace.

“And,” Melissa continued, “I promised Ted that when we grew up and I married him, that he wouldn’t have to get a real job. That I’d take care of him.” Melissa bit her lower lip, watched my face. “He liked the idea,” she said, “but, how would you feel about that?”

“h-how would I feel if…?”

“I asked you this before, in the hot tub. Would you like that? If I kept you here as a stay-at-home husband?”

Was she joking? Or was she serious?

“I’m serious, I’d do that for you,” she said plainly, causing me to flinch at the timing “I’ve been so happy with you, with how relaxed you are away from work, with us, with the girls. I like how good you’re being, and I’m so proud of you.”

Oh my god, what..? Why did that make me feel so good??

“I love how you’re letting me take care of you, and I want to reward you,” she said, as the crazy fantasy of being a house-husband, waiting for my big, beautiful, head-of-the-household and successful, breadwinner wife to get home coalesced in my brain. Haha there’s no w- “in fact, that reminds me! I have presents!”

“P-presents?” I asked, ripped from my reverie by another change of topic. I was starting to realize that Melissa, here, was really getting worked up, more manic.

“Yes! I’m so excited. Shanette and I, we were shopping earlier, and I bought you more cute things. I want to show you!”

Okay, the pajamas were new, she’d had me wearing those. They were a nice gesture, if a little humiliating, but she’d bought me more? Yes, I guess so, and she was obviously set on showing them off to me. She put me down onto my feet, first making sure I didn’t fall on my wobbly legs. Then she casually took the bear out from under her sweater and carelessly tossed him aside back onto the dresser. Next she retrieved several shopping bags full of clothes from the bed as she sat in a soft corner chair of white fabric, facing me. Melissa seemed super giddy, energized, maybe because everything was going so well. Was it because I was being a ‘good boy’?

Eagerly, she waved me closer to her. But before I stepped forward, I took in a deep breath. Her enormous aura was filling the room, and I felt it swallowing my weak self. Seated there, smiling broadly with her statuesque and uncompromising posture, her firm bustline jutted straight out in her striped sweater, emphasizing enormous, unapologetic curves that no male eye could ignore…certainly not mine. Her figure made me docile, I realized it even then but didn’t mind; I counted myself lucky just to be able to be in the same room as that massively buxom body. Sitting up straight like this also had the unintentional effect of exposing her midriff, complete with its tiny waistline and gentle six-pack abs. Her shoulders, strongly squared, radiated quiet power, as did the twin pillars of her legs. She was not only mind-blowingly gorgeous and miraculously built, but as I stood humbly in front of her she just seemed so…superior.

Again she waved me towards her, now a bit impatient. She began to show off the clothes she’d bought for me - pants, shirts, socks, a belt. Understanding that she wanted me to try them on, I began unbuttoning my pajama top.

“No,” she directed, one large hand coming up to my chest to stop me. “Step towards me. I want to undress you.”

Without a word I complied, and let her start. As she unbuttoned me she noticed something on one side of my neck. She cocked her head with a wry little smile. “Who did this, hm?” she asked.

“Did what?” I asked, not knowing what she was talking about.

Melissa reached for a handheld mirror on the bureau alongside where she was sitting, She showed me a hickey on the right side of my neck.

“Huh,” I muttered with a shrug. I don’t remember how that got there. “One of the girls?”

“Obviously,” she chuckled, “come here.” With that, an arm from behind me drew me closer, so she could inspect my injury. “Is it sore?” she asked.

“Uh…a little,” I answered. It actually was a little tender, now that I knew about it.

“Aww, poor thing, you have a boo-boo,” she cooed, “Here, let mama kiss and make it better.” Holding me steady with her right hand on my hip, Melissa then raised her free left hand to her lips. She kissed her own palm gently, with a luxurious <<smack>>, and then placed it to my neck, covering the angry bruise. I felt an unusual coolness under the touch of her hand, and my eyes shuddered from a new kind of sensation.

“There we go,” she said matter-of-factly, once again picking up the mirror and showing me the reflection of my neck again, “all better.” The hickey was gone.

I should have been confused. I should have been bewildered, taken aback, and frankly terrified as I rubbed the side of my neck with my hand as I looked for any sign of the injury in the mirror. What I’d just witnessed was medically and physiologically impossible. But nothing about this woman surprised me anymore. She’d just healed me, like a saint, like some laying-on-of-hands.

With those same miraculous hands Melissa put down the mirror and took back to the task of unbuttoning my pajama top. Soon she had me peeled out of it and turned her attention to my bottoms. Adroitly, she undid the button on my pajama pants and, without a word, they fell into a puddle at my feet.

For a long moment I glanced down at them, looking at the ground. I saw how big her giant feet, in those aggressively enormous stilettos, looked next to my bare ones. I felt naked. Well, I was naked, and my erection stood between us, a near-constant presence whenever she was in the room, or in my thoughts. It humbled me, a bit, and I kept my eyes on the floor between us. I could sense that it mildly annoyed her. She’d prefer if I’d been looking at her chest or focused on her face. And so, I looked back up at her.

She rewarded me with a smile.

“Do you like the clothes I bought you?” she asked, her hand reaching out to casually caress my hip, possessively. I could sense her resisting the urge to grab me by the cock.

“Yes I… thanks…” I responded. I felt so shy, like I didn't even know how to make a conversation, or where to even start. But I knew Melissa didn't mind taking care of that. She liked it when a man allowed a woman to be the one talking.

“Shanette and I liked picking them all out, shopping for you,” she continued, her gaze drifting from my face to my eager cock and back again as she gauged my response. “Will you need my help putting them on?”

I know what you want me to say. “I, uh…maybe, yes please…” I replied.

That got her even more excited, I felt it. It was like I didn't know how to dress myself and I was so shy when I spoke…she loved it. I was showing signs of my insecurity, and she was drinking it all in with pleasure.

“This is it, this is the man I’ve taken home,” she said softly, as if to herself. Her hand still drifted lazily up my side, bringing quivers and shivers to the skin and bone of my meager body. She was thinking, ruminating on the day and on this moment. “Honey, I don’t know if I can take it much longer,” she said, exhaling a deep breath, “tell me again how you like the clothes.”

“I..I love them,” I said, again knowing exactly what she wanted to hear from me. That this…whatever this was…had become some sort of foreplay for us? It was weird, but it was so fucking hot. “Thank you for buying them for me.”

“Could you have afforded them yourself?” she asked, her deep voice quietly fighting to bridle her energy.

Images of my bills, my bank statements and debts flashed through my head as I felt a pang of embarrassment slither through me. “N-no probably not,” I replied, “b-but…I can…I can pay you back?”

“No,” she said, plainly, decisively refusing my offer, “I’m going to buy your clothes from now on. And your groceries, and whatever else you need. I understand your financial situation, with the divorce. It’s a tough time for you.”

‘Tough time’? I was actually broke. “B-but…”

“But nothing. I’ve saved up over the years. I have my modeling money, and I make a lot now,” she explained, making me feel dwarfed not only by the impressive size of her body seated in front of me, but also now by the size of her bank account. “I’m happy to provide for you, I want to do it. In fact…”

I watched, in my humiliation, as she reached into a pocket of her girlish skirt to pull out a plastic card.

“It’s a debit card,” she said, holding it out for me. It was red, with the symbol of that new bank that had opened a branch down the road. I knew it only took women as customers. “It’s got two thousand dollars on it. I want you to have it.”

“M-Melissa…” I began, blood rushing to my face and, to my chagrin, to my erection.

“Shush, take it,” she said, shaking the card at me, “I know you’ve been low on cash, and I don’t want you to suffer. This will help.”

“I can’t take your money…” I continued, eyeing the card and feeling myself shrink in importance yet again in this increasingly strange, increasingly female-dominated world. The truth was clear. It would help, a couple thousand dollars. “I really can’t…”

“Yes, you can,” she urged, her voice filled with new confidence and growing power as she heard my capitulation starting to surface. She realized, though, how fragile I was, and meant to reassure me. “Jay. I promise…no strings attached. If you stop wanting to hang out with me I won’t ever bring this up, or even hint at it. I just don’t want your worrying about money to be a reason you can’t spend time with me.”

“I…” I began, not knowing what to say. Despite what she said, I knew what this - and her insistence to buy my clothes, my groceries - meant. She wanted all my time, if she could have it, and didn’t mind if some of it was bought. You want to have me as a kept man. Despite the indignity, naked and trembling, I took the card from her.

Inside, I could hear her squeal. She was thrilled, and she didn’t let up. “And, when you finish with that one, just tell me,” she said, watching as I warily inspected the card, “there can be so much more where that came from.”

I blinked, and though I felt her gaze on me I didn’t have the strength of will to meet it. “o-okay, thank you…” I mumbled.

“Yes, you just ask mommy for more,” she said, unable to resist the temptation to tease a little and giggling when I - now - looked at her. She was tickled, it seemed, by my consternation. “Or, we can do a little every week, if you like that better?”

Like an allowance? Is that what you mean? “n-no you don’t have t-“

“I insist,” she said, giggling, seemingly satisfied as my financial caregiver now. “I love having you dependent on me,” she beamed, “In fact, I can’t wait for the day when I can give you a much bigger card, so you can totally stop working and just focus on me.”

That did it. I groaned, and nearly sobbed. The waves of humiliation and seas of inferiority had crested their banks, overwhelmed my shores. “M-Melissa,” I began, “I don’t want to feel…u-u-useless..!”

'Oh honey! You’re not useless!” she exclaimed, hand coming up behind my head, guiding me to look back at her face, “I didn't know this would bother you so much! But I understand…” She looked at me, watched me, read the emotions coming over my face. She understood the folly of male pride, she saw it writhing and wilting inside me. She knew she needed to tend to it. “What if we were able to, I dunno, find a way for you to pay me back, return the favor?” she offered, “Would that make you feel better? If you felt like you could repay me…just not with money?"

“wh-what do you mean?” I sniveled.

“Oh, we could find ways,” she said, giggling, her free hand now coming to brush the inside of my right thigh. “I’m so busy these days, and you always help me relax. It’s sometimes hard being the one in charge…you remember that, right?” Her hand came to cup my swollen, distended sac. I flinched. “It’s stressful. But when you’re like this, when you’re making me feel big, when you’re making me feel strong and capable, I feel like I can handle anything. I love you for that.” Her hand had slowly, gently but casually, begun to fondle my golfball-sized testicles, sending shockwaves of electricity up and down my skeleton. I did my best not to writhe and groan. “You could do that, you can help me feel big.”

What she was doing, of course, was turning my insecurity into an understanding of her needs. She was giving me a way to contribute. “It could help us both, if you could do that,” she continued, “It’s you that gives me all my strength, and if you’re willing to help me relax, help me get stronger and do a better job, it would mean the world.”

“holy shit yes Melissa…” I heard myself agreeing.

She looked deep into my eyes, seeing that, yes, I was right of mind, unclouded. “So you’ll do it?” she smiled, “You’ll be the best little boyfriend and help me get better and better? Help me do what I need to do and always be there for me? So I can be there for you?”

“yes…yes of course…”

“And that will make you feel better about taking money from me?” She was massaging my balls firmly now, her hand at times squeezing, causing my stomach to clench.

“y-yes…”

“That’s great, that before you were distracted thinking about business, and responsibilities, all those little things that just got in the way,” she said, squeezing my sac again for emphasis, “but now I’ll have all of your attention focused where it should be.” She squeezed again. “On me.”

“o-o-on what’s important,” I followed without hesitation, as soon as I could speak again.

“Oh Jay oh god yes,” she lauded with a little moan, as if surprised by my eager response.

“j-just please…” I began, swaying on my feet as her hand’s attention on my scrotum became more insistent, “please don’t…”

“Please don’t what, sweetie?” she asked, cocking her head, watching my face.

“don’t g-get upset if I…if I…” What was I trying to say? I felt so inadequate, that even here in my ignominy I felt like I couldn’t live up to anything that was being asked of me.

“If you what? If you can’t do everything right? If you don’t pay me enough attention?” she asked, again half-annoyed that I was looking at the ground and not her. There was a slight shift in her voice, as if she was becoming a bit impatient, almost slightly offended. She gave my balls one firm, final squeeze and then released them. “Do you think I’ll be upset if I find you…what? Kissing the other girls? That it’ll make me cry?”

Here, again, was a change in her mood, and it made me nervous. She looked at me, and then slowly stood, suddenly looming over me in her tight knit sweater and short pleated skirt. Her enormous heels raised her to a height so great that I’d be staring at her midriff if my eyes could have left the ground. I’d backed up, reflexively, two stumbling steps, but she followed suit with one great one of her own. As she approached me she placed her hands on her hips and stood straight, to appear even taller. Then, towering above me, she asked: “Do I look like the kind of girl that cries easily? Hmm?”

She looked down at me. She knew what I really was. A scared little mouse. I could just hear her thinking: you’ll do whatever the amazon says, won’t you little mousey-mouse haha?

“You like me in my heels, don’t you?” she asked, with a bit of a growl in her voice and taking a step towards me, watching me retreat.

I knew, immediately, what she was doing. She wanted it already; payback. She’d given me money, and now she wanted my attention. She wanted me to be a good boyfriend. She wanted me to make her feel huge.

“y-yes…” I stammered, “you’re so beautiful.”

I watched as she looked to her side, to the bureau onto which she’d thrown the teddy bear. Aside him lay two big white-and-blue pom-poms, nestled behind the cheerleading trophy. She picked them up, took one in each hand.

“Does it turn you on?” she asked, stepping again towards me and shaking the pom-poms a bit, pushing me slowly into backsteps, “Me being this tall?”

“i-it does,” I agreed, watching her now shake the pom-poms at me again. I knew I needed to play into her desires, what she wanted here, or I’d face something I didn’t know if I could handle. My arousal, like so many times before, was seasoned with a palpable sense of fear. “y-you’re so tall, so strong. So big and beautiful.”

“Yesss…” she moaned, her voice deep. She continued to shake the pom-poms, aggressively now, looking for all intents and purposes like an overgrown, oversexed cheerleader, all boobs and curves in her sweater and skirt. She was shaking the pom-poms, and oh my god as she stepped towards me I felt it. Her feet were shaking the ground, rattling pictures in their frames. “And I make you hard, don’t I? Being this big?”

“oh my god yes,” I replied, in all earnestness. I’d come up against something, a piece of furniture bumping against my legs. Maybe the bench at the end of her bed. Stopped in my retreat, I stepped to the side a bit, and took another step back.

“Oh, Jay, I love being this big,” she said, now stopping where she was, “I want to see how hard I can make you.” At that, she tossed the pom-poms aside and, in her next motion, grabbed the hem of her sweater and peeled it off, over her head.

With the sudden appearance of her jaw-dropping torso I gasped, groaned. She was wearing a big, full-coverage white bra that lifted her enormous breasts into twin cannonballs bigger than human heads, sitting high and firm on her chest. With a shake of her head she fluffed out the raven mane of her hair and threw the sweater to the side. Good god this young woman was magnificent, standing nearly seven-and-a-half feet tall in her platform heels, white bra and short white skirt.

Instinctively, I took another step back.

“Stop…” she began, lazily taking one big step to plant herself right in front of me once more. The house shook again. “...running away.”

My heart froze at her command, and I stopped dead. My eyes were first planted at her glorious middle, ribcage barreled over an impressive thoracic cavity. Her waist, the narrowest part of her torso in circumference, was highlighted by abdominals like a gentle washboard. I looked up, and my vision was dominated by the white, mountainous swells of luminous satin that ballooned from her chest. My heart was racing, and I wasn’t thinking. I felt my left foot start to step backwards…

My feet kicked wildly, now more than a foot off the ground, and through her chest I heard her giggle, laugh. Around me her breast flesh jiggled, making me hyperaware of her mirth. In defense, and looking for support, I reached out and placed my hands on her, feeling them take purchase on broad hips. I felt her shiver at my touch, and for a moment she placed her hands behind my butt, holding me to her. My cock, hard and throbbing, pressed up into her skirt and lower washboard. Despite myself I ground into her, she pressing my hips into hers in response. She turned, I felt it, and took several steps, holding me to her.

“Oh, my god, Jay,” I heard her say, voice thundering through her chest in a basso profundo, “look at us.” I knew, I could tell, she was looking at us in a mirror. What I must look like from behind, bare of butt and shrunken and gaunt, strapped into the body of this Amazon. I felt her hands moving, one leaving me, and next thing I knew there was another strap, something coming around my waist.

“I’m…trying to get this around us,” she said, and I realized it was a belt. The new one she had bought me? She was trying to belt us together. My face, fully my entire head, was bound to her bosom by her bra. She now wanted to lash us together by the waists as well? I think she could tell I was getting frightened, and she didn’t want that. “Relax, honey, I’ve almost got it…”

A giggle, the sound of a buckle, and a little squeal of triumph. Yes, now we were belted together, bound. Or, rather, I was tied to her, attached to her. Made to feel even smaller than I already was. It was humiliating, but after a few moments and a few breaths I did start to relax, I did. Maybe it was by her command, or maybe it was her perfume, so strong off the skin of her breasts. But I felt my body loosen, hang, let the belt and the bra hold me. She had taken her hands away and began to walk around, chuckling and laughing, apparently beyond amused by what she could do. The thunder in my ears was her heart, her voice, her laughter…and the house rattling. And - was that the click of a phone camera?

”W-why is the floor shaking?” I spoke, into her cleavage. Would she even hear me?

“That’s you and me, sweetie,” she said, “And, the floor is nothing. You and me? Together? We’re gonna make the whole world shake!”

“oh please yes,” I moaned, imagining her as a titan stomping through cities, me nestled and lost hidden between her building-sized tits. “So big…” I said in a groan.

“AHG Haha!” she cried, maybe picturing the same thing herself. Whatever it was, she was suddenly overcome and between us I felt her hand tear away her skirt, and then her panties. My cock now throbbed, with all its monstrous size, up against her-

whoah!

A hand, and shift of hips, and suddenly I was slid up inside her.

“Oh my god,” I groaned, sparks flashing before my eyes.

“Shhh…shhhshhhshhh honey,” she said, “just hold on and focus…” She was going to ….nnnnghh….she was going to fuck me standing up. Fuck me with my meager male body just attached to her. “Focus on enjoying yourself as…mmmnnh…” she continued, half-overcome herself, “as I just take care of everything.”

I felt her hands on my legs, guiding them, encouraging me to wrap my legs around her. I did the best I could, until I was clinging to her like a baby monkey. I started to buck into her, awkwardly sliding my steel-hard shaft up, into her belly. On any other woman I would have been hitting cervix, but with Melissa I was just the right size. I thrust, grunting, again.

Gently, she shushed me. “No, shh…you don’t even have to do that…just let me,” she spoke, “Let me do you like this…” With that, I felt her hands behind me, big hands on my thin hips, cupping my scrawny butt. She used them to begin to move me, slowly but firmly into her, at her own pace.

“There we go, there we go baby,” she purred in obvious delight, “just hold on, hold onto me.”

NNngh NNgh NNgh…I grunted, little sounds into her tits. Her flesh was warming, around me, and my perspiration was beginning to mingle with her own. The scent of her perfume, strong to begin with, was growing stronger. It was like a drug, she was like a drug. I couldn’t get enough, and lucky for me there was always more of her.

I felt, as we stood there and fucked, one of her hands leave my rear. She continued to pump me into her with her left hand, but her right came up to peel one of my thin arms away from her torso and take hold of my hand. She directed it up underneath the sides of her.

“There you go, under the wings of my bra,” she said, now moving my other hand under that of the other thick, elastic side strap. Up past the wrists, now, my hands were slid under her bra, under her armpits. And then, with a soft moan coming from deep in her lungs, I felt Melissa swell. Though my vision was useless, my face plastered between her enormous breasts, I could tell what was happening. She was flexing, pumping up her body, bringing strength and blood to her muscles. I had sensed a change in her perfumes, which had grown subtly sharper, and under my hands and forearms her lats swelled. She was, in her intumescence, trapping them. With the swelling of her back muscles, her bra became so taut around my hands that I couldn’t move them if I tried. My head, as well, was pulled even more firmly into her cleavage by her expansion.

“I have you trapped,” she breathed, voice deeper and even more sonorous from under her ribs. I could feel the strength in it, as well as in her newly blossomed, rippling musculature. If I’d felt dwarfed before, I felt absolutely feeble in comparison to her now, plastered to her like a remora. “You…you can’t get away, can you?

“n-no…” I squeaked, into her tits, “I’m just stuck to you.”

“OH GOD, yessss…” she groaned, shoving my hips into herself more aggressively now, her rhythm quickening. “You’re stuck to me…you’re stuck to meeerrrrrRRRRRRARRR…!”

I felt her quake, her whole body convulsing, and suddenly we were moving again. With me still strapped and clinging to her, she was climbing onto the bed, onto her hands and knees. The bed creaked in complaint below us. One arm supporting her, she set up pillows under us, under where my head and shoulders would be so when - in her next move - she unclasped her bra I would fall, my upper body at least, onto them. My head was still cradled in the hammock of her loosened bra, but as she lowered it down her shoulders I fell the final bit down. My lower body was still lashed to her by the belt, my cock still inside her, my legs still clasping at her gawkily.

My vision back, the light of the room once again with me, I found myself staring up at the bare, enormous breasts of Melissa, my beautiful new Office Manager as she had her hands planted on the bed straddled above my head. They hovered in the air above me, hanging nearly to my face and I goggled at them in awe. My hips were aloft, strapped fast, and as I stared at her swollen brown nipples I felt her rearranging my legs, so that now hers were spread around mine. Somehow she did this without me ever leaving her hot inner warmth, just barely losing the rhythm of our lovemaking. Though her breasts dominated my vision, the glimpses I got of her forearms confirmed what I knew: she was pumped up, swollen in size.

“Melissssy’s grown so nice and big and strong for you, hasn’t she?” she purred. With her hands now supporting her weight, she’d stopped thrusting me into her.

“so big…” I groaned, feebly pushing my hips as much as I could manage upwards. I wanted to come in her! I wanted to come in her!

“So tall, everything, so big,” she continued, transported, “so much bigger than you.”

“yesss…” I admitted. I felt like I could burst at any minute.

“Yes, good boy, good boy,” she crooned deeply, “I’ve been holding back my excitement allllll evening. It’s been getting bigger and bigger and bigger and I don’t think I can do it any more.” She bristled with size, strength, barely contained emotion. “Are you ready for me?”

“y-yes…”

Around me and above me I could sense her body flexing, swelling even larger. “We could do so many things together, Jay. You just need to tell me what you want.”

“I…” I began, “I just want you to love me.”

That made her chuckle. “Oh,” she laughed, “I’m going to do that very, very well….”

I groaned.

“Now, I want you to lay down under me and just watch my body, my breasts moving…” At that, she squeezed them together between her arms, blooming cleavage even closer to my face. She let me goggle, stare at the tautnes of her bulging, tumescent flesh and skin, the veins below it. Then she rose up a bit, so I could see her arms, shoulders. “Watch my muscles flexing, growing. Just focus on being underneath me, feeling my strength and size and how it’s all here to protect you. Okay? Can you do that?”

“yuh-yuh-yess…” I managed.

“Look at my biceps, my arms, my shoulders,” she directed, her voice gentle but still deep and consumed with passion, “watch them swell up and think about how nothing in the world is as strong as I am, how I’d never let anything hurt you. Do you understand?”

“Yes…”

“Good,” she said. She knew I was learning. “How are you feeling?”

“Excited…thrilled. A little, uh…scared…”

Melissa giggled. “Shhh that’s okay, that’s natural,” she said, “It’s natural, being as little a man as you are. It’s, like, an instinct.”

“yes..” I agreed.

“But we need to weed it out. We need to get rid of any fear of me, any fear of being this close to a woman this much bigger and stronger than you.”

“U-understood…?” I somehow said. I was trying, at this point - and probably failing - to sound confident, maybe casual, part of the conversation rather than completely overwhelmed.

She giggled again.

“You sound terrified, sweetie,” she laughed from above, squashing my hopes, “But that’s okay. You’ve got a lot of instincts telling you this is a dangerous situation.” She considered me, as I trembled below her, still lashed to her by the waist, head and shoulders on soft pillows below her. “You know how I feel about you, right?”

“y-yes…”

“But you need to hear me say it, don’t you?” she asked tenderly, pausing for a moment before continuing. “I love you, Jay. I love you so much.” Behind me, she was pulling in more pillows, so I could rise up a bit more. “I’ll provide for you,” she said, as she sat up taller a bit herself, “and I’ll always protect you.”

“oh my god I know,” I groaned, taking sanctuary in her words. But jesus…now I was able to look up at her, her hands moving up to fluff out the luxury of her hair. She was…huge. Muscles danced in her arms, bulged from her sides. Her shoulders were flexed with might. I was balls-deep in her, strapped in, and though I was fixated and agog at her body I somehow still hadn’t come.

She saw me down there, and smiled. ”Is there too much of me?” she asked, now flexing her traps brawnily. They swelled like twin pyramids aside her neck.

I gasped, with a sigh, but then spoke. ”n-no, don’t worry,” I said, “I like having lots of you.”

She groaned. That made her happy.

“Mmmm, lots, huh?” she drawled, tilting up her chin and letting me gaze more upon her flared, muscular upper body. “Here,” she said, when she spoke again, “Give me your hands.”

I raised them up, offered her my arms, and she took my hands and placed them upon her breasts, over the engorged swells of her nipples. I felt them push into my palms, and still holding me by the wrists she pressed my hands in deeper.

“Now, look,” she said, “See how your tiny little hands just disappear into my enormous breasts?”

They’re sunk in, they look so little, like they’re being swallowed.

“I know what you like,” she said with a smile, “Don’t I?”

“yes…”

“You like seeing how much larger I am than you,” she said.

“yes…”

“I’m so big, so so big,” she continued, “And that’s not all. I’m so much stronger than you. Look what happens when I tighten my pelvic muscles just a teensy bit…”

“Oh god!” I groaned aloud, feeling her inner walls squeeze in around me. Her coccygeus, her ileococcygeus - Jesus Christ!!

“You like that, don’t you baby?” she asked, laughing.

You’re so strong! You love doing this to me, don’t you?

She had me lashed to her, my waist to hers, my cock inside her as I all but hung from her body. And now she could crush me inside herself. She squeezed me again.

I groaned again, louder.

“You feel that? That’s my pelvic floor muscles.” She started, now, to squeeze me with them rhythmically. Oh, god, the pleasure! “They’re getting so strong, I feel like I could…” Suddenly she squeezed me with them hard. “...break you with them. But I won’t, I promise. Instead, let’s do this…”

Oh oh oh my god…what’s she going to do??

She began to undo the belt, the buckle behind her back. She was going to release me?.

“Ready, honey?”

”r-r-ready for what?” I stammered.

The buckle snapped open, I heard it. It loosened, I felt its leather slide out from behind my lower back. She showed it to me, and tossed it aside.

I was still inside her, my hips still up in the air. I was being held up by my cock.

“oh my god…” I marveled, eyes wide. My weight, some of it, was on my shoulders and upper back, on the pillows. But still - jesus! - she held me in the air with her vagina!

She giggled, amused both at my reaction and her own superhuman ability. How strong was this woman?!? “Does this hurt?” she asked.

“n-no…” I answered. And, no, it didn’t. Maybe it was how my body was positioned, maybe it was because of my shrunken size and mass, or maybe it was something else at work but though I was being all but totally suspended in air by the root of my manhood I felt no pain. Pressure, yes, as gravity tugged on me. But her embrace was stronger than the earth’s pull. “No it doesn’t hurt.”

“Okay good,” she said, biting her lower lip as she sat up a bit straighter, rising up more on her knees and lifting me higher. My hips were nearly two feet off the bed, my upper back cradled in pillows. Suddenly, then, I felt it. Around my cock, where she’d had me grabbed tight by her vaginal muscles, she relaxed a bit. She let me slide out a bit, a couple inches, my hips slowly dropping towards the mattress. I hovered there, for a moment, and then she pulled me back up.

“holy shit…” I gasped. What the fuck did she just do?!?

She giggled, and then she did it again. A few more inches this time, I slid nearly halfway out of her. She paused, and then with the unearthly control, unearthly strength of her pelvic muscles she slurped me back. Holy god!! She was lifting me up and down by my cock! My weight - meager as it was, but nearly all of it, legs, hips, torso - seemed like nothing to her! I began to stammer, blurting her name, maybe sounding panicked but as again she lowered me, sucked me back up, lowered me, sucked me back up, I started to realize: this is how you want to fuck me. She was laughing, amazed herself at what she could do, the strength and control she had. In and out, in and out I went, absolutely helpless.

“How are you feeling now?” she asked.

“l-l-like…like a rag doll…” I said.

She giggled, and pulled me up into her tightly. My body hung from her. Though my hands were still on her breasts, my shoulders on the pillows, she bore and held nearly all my weight by the grip between her legs.

“...being fucked by Superwoman,” I finished, and gave in as she screamed:

“YES!” she laughed.

nnghh…You liked that a lot.

And then suddenly, I was down, and up, and down, and up. She was lowering me, and raising me, and lowering me, and raising me. With the strength of her pelvic muscles, up and down and up and down and up and down and omigod omigod omigod

“Come for me Jay, come for me,” she began to chant, as my hands fell away from her breasts with the turbulence of our fucking, and now we were connected only at the waist. Up even higher she sat so even less of my weight was on the pillows. But I slid up and in up and in to her without losing a beat and my climax - both of ours, by the sound of her - was imminent.

“YEs YeSS YESSS!” she screamed, shaking me below her now, my legs swinging loose wild behind her, my arms hanging limply, head lolling on my neck and I was a rag doll I was I was like her toy up and down and up and down

“oh my god oh my god Melissaaaa…” I groaned and - “ahhhhhhhhhhgggggggghhhhhhh.!!!!” I was pulled up into her, massaged by her walls, let slide, only to be pulled in again. She coaxed me in and out as I lay flailing there helplessly. Faster and faster as she watched my pathetic expressions as I tried not to come. My body was like nothing to her, I was her toy, a shell of a man, dangling but bringing her-

“RRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAA-AAAAAIIIIIIII LLLLLLOVVVVVVVE YOUUUUUUUUUUU JJJJJJJJAAAAYYYYYYYY!!!!!!”

THE BED SHOOK. THE WALL RATTLED.

Women were laughing downstairs.

GLASS BROKE. THE EARTH QUAKED.

I couldn't take it…it was too much. My eyes went wide and, mouth agape in awe, I looked up into her eyes as I exploded inside her.

I was fucking hers.

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If Wind can summon his old items and considering how the game emphasizes the importance of timing in the music, perhaps he can also help teach Spirit to properly play the spirit flute by conducting the songs? On another note, assuming he isn’t too nervous about the whole quest himself, I can totally imagine Wind just generally using the power of Big Brotherness to be the emotional support of the group. Making sure everyone takes care of themselves and tensions don’t rise too high.

Really digging everything you’ve come up with so far. Especially the character dynamics are very interesting and I’m definitely excited to see where you’re going with them!

I herby dub thee: Music Anon!

First of all, thank you for the kind words!! I’m so glad you’re excited!!

As for the Spirit Flute stuff, I was actually thinking about that earlier today! The Wind Waker is one of my favorite Zelda items, and I knew I just had to incorporate it into the AU. What better opportunity than during the Spirit Flute sections? Plus, I feel like it would also help Spirit in more ways than just keeping time.

I always headcanoned Spirit as a bit self-conscious, at least when it comes to the hero stuff. Being a train engineer? No problem. He’s got that with full confidence, but being a hero? That’s a lot of pressure that he never signed up for. He’s just doing the best he can with what he’s got because well… he’s the only one who can.

I think Wind being there conducting him would help ease his mind, and serve as a reminder that he’s not alone in this. Plus, I like the idea of Wind and Spirit engaging in musical activities together throughout Spirit’s life. After all, they both appear pretty musically inclined in their games, able to pick up and memorize new songs after seeing/hearing them once. I think it’s a fun little hobby they would share.

With that idea in mind, I can definitely picture Wind telling Spirit something like “Don’t worry about what this is for. Just focus on me and the music. C’mon, it’ll be like when we would make music around the house when you were little.”

In terms of the adventure as a whole, Wind is definitely nervous about this whole thing, but that’s understandable. The world is at risk, and, even worse, his little brother is caught in the center of it. Still, he is, without a doubt, a grounding figure in the group.

He’s an experienced hero and an older brother. He takes both roles very seriously. l think he would be the one to try to keep everyone’s spirits (haha) up. He’s fun and goofy, and he’s going to do his best to keep the others smiling.

He would also be the most likely to keep the others from getting too overwhelmed in stressful situations. After everything he’s been through, he’s used to charging in without letting fear or overthinking stop him. Sometimes you just gotta take a plunge, and Wind knows that all too well.

#lindseybot answers #music anon #the wind’s track au #the wind’s track #wt au #wind #spirit #the wind's track #the wind's track au

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do you think there would have been watari/L shippers within the death note universe?

personally, i think pre-kira, there was a small fandom surrounding the top detectives like L, deneuve, and coil, and most of the people in the community would ship them amongst each other. but there would be a dedicated subsection of the fandom made up of mostly people whose favorite detective was L who were absolutely obsessed with watari/L. i feel like most of the fics would either be really soft fluff portraying them with a sort of king/knight dynamic, or shameless smut of a bdsm dom and his hyperobedient sub.

post-kira, the detective fandom tag on ao3 would get flooded by kira/L fans who are unfamiliar with the fandom's history, inside jokes, etc, thus causing the older fans (especially ones who like deneuve or coil more than L) and the watari/L fans to develop a superiority complex over the new fans since they're, like, veterans or something. i don't know

(teeeeechnically death note takes place at a point in time slightly before modern fandom, the way we know it, but let's pretend haha)

while that kind of fandom would definitely see a lot of new people joining (as is the case with most fandoms when A Big Thing Happens, in this case the lind l. tailor broadcast), the impetus of kira/L would probably still come from the og fans themselves. prior to the broadcast there'd be theorising on if/when L would get involved, i imagine, and a select few fans would already be writing kira/L fic. mostly a crackship thing at that point, you know.

(also there is DEFINITELY already kira rpf, which exists separately from the detectives fandom at the time, so kira/L is crossover created by the fans who are in both communities)

fic of L, deneuve and coil setting their differences aside voluntarily or being forced to team up in various couple or threesome constellations to solve the kira case - and have a lot of very plot relevant gay sex on the side - springs up almost immediately too. sometimes kira kills one of them to heighten the drama. L taking the case, getting killed and then deneuve and coil banding together to avenge him is a fan favourite.

the watari/L crowd are on the ball as well: you've got the obvious where one of them gets killed by kira and the other tearfully avenges them. you've got watari getting kidnapped to blackmail L (which was probably already pretty popular in watari/L fics tbh; it's just good angst). and of course that one writer who has every watari/L shipper scream praise and obscenities at them in the comment section because 50k words into a fic, they drop the reveal that watari was kira all along and L is completely at his mercy now and things get REALLY dark REALLY fast.

and then tailor gets killed live on television and L directly challenges kira. the few fans lucky(?) enough to live in the kanto region who actually saw the broadcast in person come in screaming and crying, first liveblogging what's happening and then posting recordings uploaded to youtube, and the fandom LOSES ITS MIND. it's the middle of the night for some of them, but it does not matter. everyone is blowing up the message boards (or discord channels, or wherever the fandom is congregating), the first few fic writers are already hard at work, fanart is being created, the 'lore' people are drawing extremely funny conclusions about L's personality based on this daring move of his. it's a wild night/day for everyone.

and then... well. the excitement is so intense that others from outside the fandom bubble take notice. probably also a healthy dose of people going "haha what if anyone shipped kira and L together and wrote fic what a hilarious and unlikely idea" and then being shocked when searching the pairing on ao3 - or whatever the in-uniserve equivalent would be - brings up actual results. screenshots get passed around, there's the first inklings of disdain from the uninitiated (isn't it weird to write fic about real people? isn't it kind of fucked up to write fic about real life crimes and murders, especially?), maybe a small news article reporting on the fandom as a curiosity. you know how it goes.

but all the attention doesn't just attract the ones who find it weird or creepy. more than a few people look at the idea of shipping kira/L - or making fan content of kira and/or L in general - and go "i hope this doesn't awaken anything in me" and then (spoiler alert) it definitely awakens something in them. here is where the big influx of new people happens - and while yes, some og fans would definitely be disgruntled by the upset, it's probably just a lot of excitement for the most part, a lot of art and fic and what have you being created because there are suddenly so many more people.

this would of course lead to ship wars (it always does lol) - the kira/L crowd, mostly newcomers, might not even know about deneuve and coil and watari because their only point of reference is the broadcast. cue the og fans creating big 'lore' summary posts with all the important info and fandom history. some of the new fans don't care and will never read them, but i like to think that it wouldn't be a stand-offish 'old vs new' mentality. fandom isn't about animosity, it's about showing the thing you like to other people.

the detectives fandom is pretty old; it has been around at least since L started solving cases, and there was probably a select few people who shipped coil and deneuve and other top detectives even before that. (hilariously, that means there were probably newbies who came into the detectives rpf fandom when L showed up and had to be lectured by those fandom olds back in the 90s or whenever haha)

of course there will always be bad eggs. people who look down on the newbies and go "i liked x before it was cool." you always have people like that, but they're not usually the majority. most fans would just be excited that there's suddenly so much happening in their previously so tiny community.

one thing that might ruffle a few feathers is the way L is portrayed visually. before, it was likely a tma jonathan sims situation where obviously nobody had any idea what L looked like, so there was sort of an agreed upon 'fanon' look for him that artists who drew him and writers who described him in text would reference. after the lind l. tailor broadcast, a lot of the new fans probably start drawing L as looking like tailor just because it's a convenient visual reference (and because tailor is admittedly kind of good looking. which of course brings with it the moral handwringing of whether it isn't kind of fucked up to draw fanart of a guy who got killed live on tv, and who was also a criminal on death row)

(also, consider the tiny subset of the fandom who ship L/tailor and make up AUs where he wasn't actually a criminal at all but L's childhood friend who has helped him solve cases all along and sacrificed himself for the greater good and L is mourning him fiercely. anyway)

then again, back when the fandom was tiny they probably also had their fair share of debate about what L and watari look like (and deneuve and coil, if they were anonymous detectives. otherwise they would get portrayed the way they look irl, obviously). tiny fandom wars were waged over their ages, their backstories, what the exact power dynamic is between them.

top L defenders go to bat for the master/servant dynamic while top watari fans shoot back that L could just as well order watari to top him, or even headcanon that watari is the one in control actually and L is just his mouthpiece. "watari didn't work for L; L worked for watari," as the german death note audio drama would put it (reset the clock, i've mentioned it again). watari gets drawn in the trenchcoat+hat+mask combo A LOT and it's generally agreed upon by watari/L shippers that L finds this outfit extremely hot and has ordered watari to keep it on during sex at least once.

also kira gets drawn as an eldritch horror creature with tentacles sometimes for obvious reasons. the doujinshi are wild.

og fandom in-jokes for your consideration:

personally apologising to L (primarily when posting smut) - the fandom likes to joke that L probably keeps tabs on what's being said about him online, mostly to squash attempts to locate/identify him and other nefarious plots, and is therefore probably at least tangentially aware that there's fanfic/art and stuff being made of him. opinions vary on 1) whether he reads any of it and 2) if he is actually secretly One Of Them

variation of that last point: "i'm not L." which is exactly what L would say if he were one of them, of course. there's one fan in particular who has been jokingly suspected of being L for years because of their really specific headcanons for him

watari's height - nobody has any hope of figuring out what L looks like, but there exist at least a few photos of watari and the fandom has been desperately trying to figure out how tall he is based on the height of the people he's been photographed standing near. general consensus is somewhere in the 5'10 area, but there's one person who stubbornly insists he's 6 feet (it's me. i'm that person)

there's an infamous watari/L crackfic where orgasming is the only way L can solve cases, and all that that entails. it's considered an integral part of their fandom's history and is one of the first things the new post-tailor broadcast fans are subjected to when they join

#original words #long post #this really got away from me whoops

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٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶ — day 7 featuring hanasato minori

knock knock!

heres some mail!

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⌨️ᶻᶻᶻ...anon is typing... ♡

↻ᴹᵉˢˢᵃᵍᵉ ˡᵒᵃᵈᵉᵈ !

❝hihi!! for the chrismas prompts, can I req "want to play in the snow with me?" with minori please? thank youuu <3❞

━━❝Want to play in the snow with me?❞

"[naaameeee]! Isn't this penguin plush so cute?!"

You and Minori were at a store shopping for potential gifts for your friends. You guys had decided to get them different types of gift to fit their tastes.

Right now, you were at the plushie section trying to find a cute penguin plush for Haruka. You were holding bags that contained many different types of tea for Shizuku and some cute accessories for Airi.

"What about this one rin? It has a cute top hat and bowtie! Not only that, it's super huge too!"

"Waaaah! Should I just get multiple for Haruka?!"

You can already start to feel Minori's wallet shaking.

"Ahaha.. I know she is your good friend but I don't think your wallet would like that.."

"Hmm.. You're right! I probably should save in case a future live stream needs it. I knew I could count on you [name]!

As Minori perked up.

"Let's get the one with the top hat and bowtie. If you think it's cute, and I think it's cute. It should be cute for Haruka!"

"R-rin! I don't think that's how it wo-"

Just before you can finish your sentence, Minori had already ran off to purchase it.

'Nevermind haha. I just hope Haruka would like it'

As you followed and tried to catch up with Minori.

⋘ Outside the mall... ⋙

"Hehe! I hope MMJ likes what I got them~!"

As Minori hummed carrying her bags strolling next to you.

"Look rin! It has snowed so much that the ground is completely covered in it"

"Oh! You're completely right! Do you have time [name]? I have something to show you!"

You nodded, as you allowed Minori to lead you to the side where there were more snow.

"Shizuku taught me how to make this. I hope I don't mess this up hehe~"

As you watch Minori's action intently. As she slowly rolled a big ball of snow and started to carve out ears and a muzzle.

Slowly the big lump of snow turned into a snow dog! With Minori using pebbles for its eyes and nose.

"What do you think about this [name]?! Pretty cute right?"

"I admit, it is cute. However I find you cuter."

As Minori's cheek redden a bit before she ran to you and hold your free hand.

"Want to play in the snow with me?"

"I can even teach you how to make these snow puppies!"

(っ'-')╮=͟͟͞͞💌 You receive a letter from Santa X!

↻ᴹᵉˢˢᵃᵍᵉ ˡᵒᵃᵈᵉᵈ !

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .

Minorin~! Thanks for requesting this anon~! This was a lotta fun to write :D

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Grains of Sand

Season Two Episode Four

Dr. Spencer Reid x Reader (Aaron Hotchner’s Sister)

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Series Masterlist

Summary: The team drums up ideas to help Spencer and Y/N celebrate their one-year anniversary.

Notes: Oh my god, I can’t believe I accidentally skipped this episode! No wonder my numbers were off. Anyway, this is the actual episode four. I’m so sorry! I promise, I’m really trying to give you guys some fluff this season, but there’s just so much angst haha.

Warnings: Mild sexual content, alcholism

You were getting better. Each day, Spence noticed that you smiled a little more than the last, you laughed more, and you resembled the woman he met again. He was right.

You were the strong one.

“What are you working on?” He asked, pouring you both your morning coffee. You had your nose in a file, hand scribbling away in your notebook.

“I’m putting together a possible study,” you said.

“Oh?” He set your mug in front of you and kissed your temple before taking the seat across the table.

“It’s just an idea,” you shrugged. “I’ll tell you about it when I figure out a little more.”

“Oh.” He tried not to sound too dejected. You usually couldn’t wait to share your projects with him.

You put your notes aside and gave him a bright smile. “So, there’s a classic horror marathon on TV this weekend and I was thinking- fingers crossed you’re here- that we can make a big deal out of it. We can get cheap Halloween candy, stay in our pajamas, and have a cozy, creepy weekend all to ourselves.”

Spence grinned. Having already made his own plans for the weekend, this was a good cover to make sure his stayed a surprise. Plus, he was always up for classic monster movies, especially with you.

You always laughed when he did the voices along with the actors. Everyone else thought it was weird.

Now he just needed the time to actually plan his plans. With absolutely no idea where to start. No big deal.

Spencer got up to clear the table and you slurped down the rest of your coffee.

“I’ll get it,” you blurted, hurriedly grabbing his plate and yours and walking over to the trash. You dumped the food scraps and used napkins on top of the empty bottle at the bottom of the bag.

That was close.

You made a mental note to take it out as soon as he left for work.

Spence noted your odd reaction, but decided not to say anything about it. He checked his watch and finished his coffee.

“I have to get going, but maybe we can get lunch?”

“Actually, I’m getting lunch with JJ today,” you said, making your way back to the table to give him a kiss. “How about I bring you coffee in the afternoon, hm? Sonia wants to meet with SES Strauss anyway, so I can stop by her office and set up a meeting.”

“She lets you do that?” He asked, surprised. To be completely honest, he had always been just a little afraid of the Section Chief.

You snickered. “I’m pretty sure she likes me more than my brother, so I should be fine.”

“Strauss really doesn’t seem to like him, does she?” He chuckled and shook his head. You watched him as he left, keeping a sunny grin on your face until the door closed behind him. You fell against the table, face in your hands and shoulders slumped.

Two weeks had passed since Colorado. Two weeks of splitting yourself in half. One side smiled and laughed and planned fun date weekends. The side that was genuinely getting better. The side that felt normal again. Then there was the other half- the empty one that could only be filled by that numbing liquid. The side that had to suffer in order for the other to recover, like your own personal Omelas.

But if it meant keeping Spencer and Aaron from worrying- on top of everything else in their lives- then it was worth it. Spence was already dealing with so much after what happened with Ben Cyrus, you couldn’t stand being an added thing. So you learned how to keep the two sides separate, which was exhausting, but in the span of everything, what harm could a few nights a week really do?

You took a moment to collect yourself and walked to your desk. The little table calendar was decorated with little ghosts and pumpkins that Spencer drew and every time you saw it, you couldn’t help but grin. This year, Halloween meant more than just a holiday of spooks and treats.

In just over a week it would be you and Spencer’s one year anniversary.

And that was reason enough to put on a smile.

Reid had an unusual pep coming into the office that morning and it did not go unnoticed. Morgan watched him set his bag down and then rush off to Garcia’s office with this goofy glow on his face.

“What’s that about?” Prentiss asked. While the injuries on her face were barely visible, Reid still had a hard time looking her in the eye since they got back. Seeing him excited made her heart happy.

Morgan stood up with a curious smirk. “I’m gonna go find out.”

Garcia was setting a new knick knack on her desk when the sweet genius knocked on her door.

“Vault of the All Knowing, you may enter,” she proclaimed.

Reid stepped in tentatively, “Hey Garcia,” he said, “you consider yourself to be a romantic, right?”

She spun around so quickly she almost fell out of her chair. “Are you asking me for love advice?”

The wild excitement in her eyes was enough to frighten him a little. “Yes?”

Garcia squealed. “Oh my God, come in, sit down. I have been preparing for this.” She pulled two mugs out from a drawer. “What kind of tea do you like?”

“I really don’t need any-”

“Do you want my help?” She snipped. He nodded, wide eyed. “Then we are doing this the right way.” She picked out two bags and sashayed out to get some hot water. Reid sat awkwardly and waited, toying with one of Garcia’s desk-pets.

“I am hurt.” The voice from the doorway made him jump. Reid whirled around and felt an embarrassed blush rush to his face as he saw Morgan’s smug grin. “I am deeply offended that you would go to Garcia for advice with the ladies and not me. Sorry, lady. Singular.”

“It’s not really that I need advice, I just-”

It was too late. Morgan took the chair across from him. Garcia returned.

“Yay, now it’s a party,” she beamed, handing Reid the mugful of earl gray. “Okay, ask away my beautiful, brilliant friend.”

The room fell into silence. Reid shrunk under the stares of the two agents before him and nervously sipped the warm tea.

“I-um- I was just hoping you would have some ideas to help me with- uh-” He stammered. “Okay, I need you both to stop looking at me like you’re my parents and I’m going on my first date.”

“Alright then, Lover Boy, what do you need help with?”

Garcia smacked Morgan’s arm. “This is why you weren’t invited.”

“I’m just trying to get this moving,” he said. “He clearly needs help with something.”

“Our anniversary is coming up,” Reid finally blurted. The two bickering friends turned back to him. “And I need help figuring out what to do. I don’t really know how to be… romantic, I guess.”

They looked at him, then at each other, then back at him and wide grins spread across their faces.

“A year already, huh?” Morgan asked.

“That is so sweet!” Garcia cheered. She clapped her hands together. “Oh, there’s so many possibilities. Okay, brainstorm. What are the things that make you think of Y/N?”

Reid answered with little need to think. “Books. Coffee. Research. Homicide. Criminal Psychology. ABBA.”

“Whoa, slow down, sweetie.”

Morgan held up a hand. “Hold up,” he leaned forward on his elbows. “ABBA?”

Reid took another sip and shrugged. “She used to put them on and dance around the apartment when she thought I wasn’t home. Now she sometimes gets me to dance with her. It’s actually pretty fun. ABBA’s upbeat tempo and lyrics are quite nice for stress dancing. Plus, it’s really cute when Y/N sings along.”

He smiled into his mug and Garcia put a hand on her chest, her lower lip jutting out in a pout.

“That is adorable.”

Reid set the mug down and let his hands fall helplessly to his lap. “But I still don’t know what to do to make this day special. I mean, so much has happened, and with everything that happened in Colorado, I think she’s been trying really hard to make everything feel normal and I want to do something that would mean a lot.”

“I think you’re selling yourself a little short, Reid,” Morgan said. “You took the woman to London less than a month ago. That was romantic, right?”

Reid’s blush returned, his mind conjuring images and feelings of you and nights spent not sleeping. Sheets and skin and sighs…

He rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah.”

Morgan smirked, sensing the younger agent’s shift in thought. “See? You know what you’re doing. You just have to get out of your head to do it, you know?”

“Follow your heart,” Garcia added.

Spencer took this in and felt a flurry of ideas pop up in the back of his mind. It wasn’t much, but it might be something to go off of. He stood and smiled.

“Thanks guys.”

He bounded out the door with new determination, leaving the other two to sit in satisfied silence.

Morgan chuckled. “They grow up so fast.”

The waitress filled your waters and you gazed over the menu.

JJ wrinkled her nose. “I don’t think I can actually stomach any of this.” She laughed lightly and put the menu aside, committing to her drink instead. “Thanks for being able to do this, by the way. I feel like I haven’t seen you at all lately.”

“Are you kidding? Your schedule is busier than mine. I’m always happy to see you guys. I barely see the one I live with as it is,” you said. After ordering, you both talked about work and the London trip and other things you’d been meaning to catch up on. “You’re due in just a couple of weeks, right?”

She nodded. “Yes, and then this will finally be over!” She laid a hand on her middle, laughing. “I gotta say, as excited as I am to have this baby, I’m just as excited to not throw up and waddle and cry from hormones all the time.”

The both of you snickered for a moment and you looked down at your silverware, twisting your fork back and forth on the table. JJ read you like a book.

“You and Spence’s anniversary is next week right?” She asked.

You perked up again. “Yeah. October 30th. It’s kinda crazy to think it’s been a year. I mean… so much has happened.”

“You two have been through a lot together, that’s for sure,” she said. “But I’ve never seen him happier.” Another few quiet moments passed. JJ watched your gaze dart between her belly and her face, and each time you would take another long gulp of water. There was something in your eyes that she recognized. “Have you thought about it?”

“Hmm?” You snapped back to the table, having been lost in your thoughts.

“Have you ever thought about having kids?” She wondered. “If you don’t mind me asking.”

“No, I don’t mind.” You took another drink. “If I’m being honest, I never have before. When the things that happened to me happen, I don’t know, it doesn’t exactly fuel a maternal drive. Plus the only serious relationship I had after that, the guy twice my age and using me. No, I’ve never really seen myself as a mother.” You got that look in your eye again. A kind of dreaminess. Hope. “But Spence would be such a great dad, wouldn’t he?”

JJ smiled, but there was almost a sadness in her eyes. A kind of sympathy that you didn’t understand the origin of. But she could tell how heart broken you were at the thought of never being good enough to be a mom because of your past. She wanted to tell you that you would both make great parents, that any kid would be lucky to have you for a mother. But she knew that now wasn’t the right moment.

“Yeah,” she agreed. “That kid would have the best bedtime stories.”

Both of you hardly touched your food and Jennifer picked up on other little things throughout the meal. She may not be a profiler, but she could tell that you were on edge, but doing a damn good job of hiding it. Maybe it was nerves about your anniversary or still recovering from Spence almost getting killed in Colorado, but something was definitely up. She just hoped her bringing up having kids hadn’t upset you.

“We should probably get going,” you said, forcing yourself to have a few more bites despite not being hungry. “I told Spence I’d bring him some coffee this afternoon when I go to talk to Strauss.”

“You should stop by your brother’s too,” JJ suggested. “I know he would love to see you.”

“Are we talking about the same Aaron?” You chuckled. While progress had been made concerning your odd connections to his job, he still always seemed very uncomfortable to see you at the BAU. Besides, you still had reason for keeping off your big brother’s radar. “I’ll see you in a bit, I guess?”

She smiled and nodded, wanting to say more but knowing how. Jennifer watched you walk away with an ache in her chest. There was something wrong- something you were desperately trying to hide- but she just didn’t know what.

“Well look who’s decided to grace us with her presence,” Morgan said, getting up from his desk to hug you.

“It’s good to see you too, Derek,” you laughed, stretching out your arm so the cupholder full of coffee cups wouldn’t fall. “And, I bring gifts.”

“Oh my god, you’re an angel,” Emily exclaimed, taking her coffee with a grin.

Derek patted your shoulder. “Professor Hot Stuff strikes again.” He spoke pointedly at Reid, chuckling at the jealous tint in the younger agent’s cheeks. It was all brotherly fun, of course.They both knew that Derek would never cross that line- he only saw you as a good friend. But it was good for the team’s genius to get his blood boiling every once in a while.

You set a cup on Spencer’s desk and ran a hand through his hair. He gave you a small smile, putting a hand on the small of your back as he set his paperwork aside.

“How was lunch?”

You thought of your conversation with JJ and couldn’t help the creeping images of Spence with some little boy or girl, reading to them before bed and helping with their math homework. You pushed the thoughts aside.

“Good,” you said. “I’ve been craving a little girl-talk.”

“Which is why we have plans to get coffee next week,” Emily chimed.

Derek held up his hand. “Alright, now I just feel left out.”

“From what I hear you get plenty of company,” you teased. His jaw dropped in mock offense. Spencer had to cover his mouth to keep from laughing too loud. “Don’t worry, Muscle Man, I’m sure I can work you into my busy schedule sometime.”

The four of you conversed merrily for a while before a looming, serious presence appeared over the bullpen. You gave your brother a wide, hiding smile.

“Aaron, hey. I brought coffee.” You held up the last cup as a peace offering.

“Hey,” he said. He didn't seem angry or annoyed. He seemed genuinely glad to see you. Still, you knew how to recognize the concern in his gaze. “Can I talk to you for a second?”

You gulped. “Actually, I’m here to see SES Strauss for my boss-”

“It’ll just take a second.”

Any more resistance would raise questions so you just agreed with a shrug. You gave Spence a parting smile and walked up to Aaron’s office. With every step, you evaluated all of your motions, every tell he would be able to catch.

“You know, you should really work on your entrance,” you joked as he closed the door. “I mean, every time I’m here, you just appear like the Phantom of the Opera-”

“Why are you avoiding me?” He interrupted.

Your brows drew together to imitate confusion. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You haven’t taken my calls, you’ve canceled dinner plans twice, and you stopped staying with Haley when we’re on a case.”

“I stopped sleepwalking,” you shrugged. “I didn’t want to keep being an inconvenience. Hell, I’m even sleeping through the night now. How does that mean I’m avoiding you?”

“We haven’t spoken since Reid got trapped in the compound.”

“In case you haven’t noticed, Aaron, we’re both incredibly busy people,” you said. You crossed your arms. “Work has been going really well. I enjoy what I do. Spencer finally doesn’t walk on eggshells around me. Things have started to feel normal. I don’t know why it’s so hard for you to believe that I could actually be doing better.”

“You’re overcompensating,” he argued. He narrowed his eyes. It was clear how hard you were trying to put everything to the way it was before your birthday, but it was more than just not wanting to deal with the trauma. There was something else you were hiding.

“And you aren’t?” You fired back, turning this ridiculous inquiry on him. “You were back in the field before you were even really cleared. You’ve been burying yourself in your work ever since what happened in New York.”

“This isn’t about me-”

“Maybe it should be.”

“The explosion was months ago,” he started, but again you interrupted him.

“So was the anniversary.” You took steps towards him. “You aren’t the only one who’s worried, Aaron. Maybe you should figure out yourself before you jump on me.”

You started for the door, but he put a hand on your arm.

“Wait,” he sighed and pulled you into his arms.

The embrace, at first, made your body go rigid. You wanted to crumble and cry and tell him everything. Inside, you were screaming to tell him about the bar. The bottle at the bottom of the trash can. The burning in your throat you were feeling even now. But you didn’t. You couldn’t.

“You’re right. I’m sorry,” he said against your shoulder. He held you a little tighter. “I just… I just wish you would talk to me.”

A crack of guilt shot through your heart. Still, you kept your demon buried, if only to protect him from him.

“I’m doing better, Aaron. Really,” you smiled, pulling away. “And I worry about you too, you know? You have to take care of yourself every once in a while or you’re going to fall apart.” You hugged him again, hiding your teary eyes from his gaze. “I love you, big brother.”

His hand cupped the back of your head like you were a little kid and his arms were the one thing protecting you from the monsters. Even if you wouldn’t let him see what the monsters were.

“I love you too.”

You pushed away again, putting on a brave face and giving him a small smile. “I’d better get to Strauss’ office before she finds a way to blame you for my tardiness.”

He chuckled and opened the door.

You went back to Spencer’s desk to retrieve your cup of coffee. He hooked his finger through your belt loop.

“Is everything okay?” He asked.

You nodded and cleared your throat. “Oh that? Yeah. He was just asking if I wanted to come to a late birthday dinner for Jack.” You leaned down to kiss his forehead. “I’ll see you later, yeah?”

“Okay,” he hesitated. You seemed fine enough, but there was something you weren’t telling him. Before you could go, he pulled you down for one more kiss, to which you both came away beaming.

As you left, he could sense Morgan’s teasing gaze on him. Reid just smirked and opened a new file.

“Shut up.”

Something shifted after the day you came to the BAU. Spencer noticed you working a little harder to be cheery when he came home from a case or to comfort him when he was stressed. It seemed every time he had a nightmare- which were more frequent recently- you were already awake and ready to hold him until he fell asleep again. You were a pillar of strength when he wanted to be one for you.

All the more reason he wanted to do something extra special when the day of your anniversary finally came.

He got Garcia to help him go shopping and made sure that dinner was ready by the time you got home. He filled ornate chalices with fruit punch and carefully lit dozens of candles around the table and kitchen until the apartment somewhat resembled the gothic manor he was going for.

You heard the music before you even reached the door. The low classical sound beckoned your curiosity. You snapped your gum- the minty aroma masking your breath- and continued towards it.

You opened the door, expecting to see your regular apartment, but instead you were greeted by candlelight and a red carpet leading to the dinner table.

“What the hell-” You started, mouth agape with surprise.

“Wait wait wait!” Spence exclaimed, sticking his head out from the kitchen. “You’re home early, just… just give me a second.”

“Okay?” You spit your gum into the trash and closed the door. Spencer hurried back out, a long black cloak hung around his shoulders.

“Velcome to o-our an-an-ani,” he sighed. “Hold on.” He took out a pair of plastic fangs. “Welcome to our anniversary dinner.” He held out his hands, displaying the table setting behind him with a bright, goofy grin.

You laughed, taking in everything. The chalices, the pasta, the candles. “Is this supposed to be… Dracula?”

He beamed. “‘How blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no dreads; to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly, and brings nothing but sweet dreams.’ It’s the book you talked about on our first date and I thought, with it being so close to Halloween and all, it would be fitting. I don’t know, I know it seems silly, but it made me think of you and Garcia and Morgan told me to just follow my heart so-”

“I love it,” you blurted before he could get too far in his own head. “But Spence,”Your smile was sweetly surprised, but still confused. “Our anniversary isn’t until next week.”

“The anniversary of our first date is next week,” he corrected, his eyes filling with such love it made your chest ache. “But today- a year ago today- at 3:35 P.M., I helped a beautiful, brilliant, incredible woman reach Anna Karenina from the top shelf.” He took your hand in both of his and held it up to his lips. He kissed each knuckle gently, helping him focus through his overwhelming emotions. “Y/N, to me, today is our anniversary because I knew from the moment I met you that I wanted to be with you.”

Your heart swelled and the lump in your throat made it impossible to speak. “Spencer…”

“I love you, Y/N. And I know things are hard right now and I know I haven’t been able to be with you through it all like I want to, but I need you to know how much I love you and how much you’ve changed my life and made this year the best of my life.”

He pulled you into his arms, wrapping the cape around the both of you and closed the space between your lips.

You were breathless, overwhelming happiness and surprise still making your chest fill with warmth. The stress of the day melted away quicker than it had when you tried using your flask to forget everything.

“Happy anniversary, Y/N,” Spencer grinned, pulling away to look at your face.

You gazed back into the loving, hazel eyes and let yourself drink in his presence. “Happy anniversary, Spencer. I love you.”

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