#live a year or two unless they start breeding

[rossithepixie]

Getting ready to head out and buy more snails for the aquarium! I kinda wanna order them to get more color variety but i always worry too much about shipping animals, even the small aquatic variety.

#most local shops only carry gold and white mystery snails #but i'd really like purple ones some day #it's a similar reason to why i didn't get a ranchu goldfish #most breeders for those are california based in the US or you have to order from from china or japan and boy does that cost an arm and a le #personally i can't afford a single goldfish that costs the same as my entire set up #once shipping is factored in shipping purple mystery snails would probably run me 50$ which still feels a bit steep given they only #live a year or two unless they start breeding #unfortunately the babies make very tasty goldfish snacks #imagine eating your own cleaning crew #the last successful clutch of baby snails i had were when my goldfish were still too small to eat them

[mickyschumacher]

𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐅𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 .ೃ࿐

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: after seeing you with play with some young fans you and charles meet on the streets of monaco, charles can't get his mind off having his own. or in which, charles has got a case of the baby fever. 𝐏𝐓. 𝟐 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄!

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: established relationship, fluff, 18+ (minors DNI), unprotected sex (wrap it if u don't want babies), breeding kink (obvi), charles meeting the bare minimum requirement to be a good human (lmao), slight lactation kink, mutual orgasms, handjob, pussy rubbing(?), reader is sensitive as shit, google translated french (my bad to the french speakers), a questionable perversion of having children that always comes with this context, also questionable whether this qualifies as baby fever but yeh

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: charles leclerc x fem!reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 3k+

𝐀/𝐍: wrote this one when i first started if you can't tell by the mention of pedro and tlou! my absence explained in another post! ♡︎

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

⋆  •°.  。  .°•  ⋆

Charles loved his fans, especially Tifosi. After you, his family and friends, they were the most important people in his lives and constantly motivated him. Most of them were kind and sweet to him and loved and cherished you more than they loved him.

That's why whenever fans asked for photos with you, the both of you or autographs, Charles always accepted. He rarely refused them unless the fans gave off a certain vibe that rubbed him the wrong way; crazed fans or fans who liked you a little bit too much for his liking.

His favourite fans normally, however, were children. It was definitely pressurising to have that many children look up to him but Charles found it rewarding. They were so young and full of dreams that he could help fulfil. They always looked at him wide-eyed with their jaws open as if they had just seen an angel walk by, similarly to how Charles reacted when he had first seen you in the streets of Monaco.

Today was no exception. It was currently the mid-season break and you two were roaming the partially empty streets after having breakfast out, relishing in the privacy of Monaco. Halfway through your walk, you and Charles had bumped into some small fans, literally.

A set of 3-year old twin sisters and a boy who only seemed a year or two older had run to Charles and you yelling 'Charles!' and 'It's Ferrari!'.

Charles instantly was smiling at them, crouching down to talk to them and entertain all their bombarding questions that flew one after the other.

"Is the car really that fast?"

"Can I go in the car?!"

"I hope you win!"

You chuckled softly as Charles answered them with ease. You looked at the parents who also seemed to be equally as excited as their children. "Do you want me to take a photo for you guys?" You inquired softly.

The parents looked at you with wide eyes. "Can you? If it's no bother!" The father fretted, sharing a slightly alarmed expression with his wife.

You shook your head and smiled. "It's not a problem." They held out their phone and you took it into your hands, opening the camera. You hummed as you looked at the group. "Let's do three photos. One with the three angels, one with the parents and one family one?" You asked.

The parents were about to nod when the kids suddenly refused. "Four! We want one with a pretty girl!" One of the sisters yelled out, pointing at you.

Your mouth fell open while your body flushed with slight embarrassment. Charles grinned at you, agreeing with the children profusely. You gave a playful sigh and nodded. The children and parents began to poise for the camera several times and left the last one for you to take a selfie with them.

The parents turned to Charles, inviting him into a conversation as they apologised for the kids running to him all of a sudden.

You could hear Charles say it was fine when you felt a tug at the bottom your dress. You crouched down to the children who now crowded you.

The boy looked at you wide-eyed while the two girls poked your arm and asked "Are you a princess?"

You smiled softly. "I am!" You implored, "How did you know?" You asked in a hushed tone.

The children giggled. "Princesses are always pretty, that's why!" The boy said with red cheeks.

You hummed, pondering over the statement. You brought your hand out to pat the girls' heads and pinch the little boy's chubby cheeks. "That must mean all of you are also princesses and princes, hmm?"

The children cheered in agreement, giggling to themselves before discussing who was the best prince or princesses out of them all.

"I'm the best prince!" One sister said, putting her hands on her hips in determination. Her older brother looked at her almost offended. "How can that be? I'm the best. I'm older."

The other sister looked at her siblings dumbfounded. "Why can't we all be the best?" She sighed.

You grinned at her answer. "You're right! You are all the best. Equally. You know why?" You asked.

Three pair of big eyes looked at you with curiosity swirling within them as they shook their small heads 'no'.

You brought their hands together and held them in your palm. "Because you're siblings. You're family. That's the best."

The kids stared at you blankly, probably trying digest your words as much as they could at that age. The previous sister smiled widely, letting out a deafening yell, running to her mother. "Did you hear that, maman? We're all the best!" She screamed with joy.

You stood from the ground slowly, grinning at all the kids. "I did. We all heard that, ma cherié. It's true!" The mother chorused, giving you a thankful smile.

You smiled in response, shaking your head as if it was nothing. The parents and kids began to say goodbye to you and Charles, although the latter did so rather reluctantly as you walked over to your boyfriend.

You raised a brow at the dazed expression on Charles' face. "Cha? Mon amour, what's going on in that head of yours?" You hooked your arm with his, resting your head on his shoulder.

Charles blinked. "Hmm? Oh, nothing. Just thinking about those kids. Cute, right?" He breathed out, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

You smiled. "Very," You agreed as the two of you began to walk to Charles' car.

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Arriving home, the two of you decided to lounge in your living room, not bothered to do anything else for the day. You had managed to put on the newest episode of 'The Last of Us', eager to find out what was happening next.

You and Charles laid on the couch; your head resting on his chest while he cuddled you from behind. You were intently watching Pedro Pascal after being besieged with edit after edit of him on TikTok. Charles on the other hand wasn't focusing at all.

All he could think about what those kids you and him had met earlier that morning. Specifically, you conversing with them. You hadn't realised since you were so caught up with them, but at one point him and the parents had stopped talking and tuned into your conversation with the kids.

Charles had talked to you about kids before. You both wanted them and although Charles always talked about having three kids specifically, just like him and his brothers, he would leave it up to whatever you wanted because at the end of the day, it was you giving birth, not him. He would prefer to have children when he was slightly a bit more older, you both had more control over his life, and obviously with at least one championship under his belt.

But after today, Charles was prepared to throw that plan away. As lewd as it was, the idea of you getting you pregnant and having a family not only touched his heart, but immorally touched his cock.

Knowing that he would have to ensure that his cum was entirely within you, stuffed into your cervix, and not letting a single drop come out made him feel feral. To make matters worse, you would look like a goddess when pregnant because hell, you were so beautiful now. Round and full with his child because he made sure to fuck you till you were overflowing with his cum. Or when your breasts became heavy and sensitive to his touch, leaking sporadically, giving him the opportunity to clean you up with his mouth.

God, he was an animal. The worst.

"Charles, what are you doing?" Your voice erupted into the air, breaking him out of his deep train of thought.

Charles blinked at your question in confusion before he looked down, seeing his hand traversing under your dress and up your inner thigh. He looked over to your amused eyes peering at him.

"Sorry," He let out with a sigh, rubbing the warm flesh of your thigh softly. "I just... I can't stop thinking about children."

You raised a brow, not seeing the correlation to Charles' wondering hand. "Children?" You iterated, running a hand through his hair.

Charles shut his eyes at your actions, feeling at ease. "Those kids today... make me want our own children. Now. I want to have children now."

Charles peeked his eyes open, looking at your astounded expression with a bit of fear. "What about our plans? What was it? Thirty-three, a championship, lives under control, and then children?" You queried. "I-I'm not mad or anything, Cha. Just curious. Why the change of heart all of sudden?

You had now turned to face Charles, knees on either side of him, straddling his lap as you became fully attentive to him.

Charles played with the tresses of your hair that had fallen past your face before tucking them gently behind your ear. "You would just make such a good mother, mon ange. You're so sweet and kind. You now how to talk to them. God, pregnancy would look so good on you. I can't stop thinking about you pregnant," Charles let out a small moan a thought. "You all round with our child, hormonal, sensitive at my touch."

Charles' fingers brushed over your neck, making you shudder involuntarily. You melted at his words. Charles thought a great deal of you. You weren't opposed to the idea either, in fact all of his words were making you hornier by the minute.

"You know what?" You queried, "I also want to have children. You would make an amazing father, Cha. I know you would," You softly said, pressing a brief kiss to his lips.

Charles pulled away, boring his gaze into you. "Yeah?" He whispered, eyes soft and full of lust and love.

"Yeah," You repeated. "A father of all three," You teased, giving him a small knowing smile.

Charles' eyes darkened slightly at your words. His hands rested on your hips, his half-hard on in his pants turned harder, pressing into your clothed pussy. "Mon amour," He whispered into your ear, making the hairs on your body stand straight. "Should I fuck a baby into you?" He pulled his face back, waiting for your answer.

You sunk your teeth into your bottom lip, relishing in his words. "If you're going to fuck a baby in me, Charles, you better do it right the first time."

Charles groaned, grinning at your words. Staring at you with a fiery gaze, he quickly brought you down into a hungry kiss. His grip on your hips tightened while your hands became entangled in his hair. Another groan fell against your lips when you tugged at his locks.

Your heart slammed against your chest, beating loudly in your ears. Your skin was heated with Charles' touch ravaging all over you; grazing your arms, squeezing your ass only for you to press further into him. Your stomach surged with desire, feeling his clothed cock grind into you. "Fuck," Your swollen lips uttered out, high with an intoxicating buzz circulating your veins.

"Charles, I need–" You began only to be cut off by your own whimper as Charles bucked his hips up into you, setting a pace of stimulation with the tent of his pants and the gritty material of his shorts.

Charles smiled at the sight of your head thrown back and your back arching. "What do you need, ma cherié? Hmm? Tell me and I'll give it to you, my love," He sighed out, feeling his cock ache in its restraints.

"Fuck, j'ai besoin de ta bite, Charles," You murmured, feeling the temperature of your body rise with every passing second. Fuck, I need your cock, Charles.

Charles grinned at your use of French so early on. Normally when you were nearing your climax, you would lose yourself to all the French you knew. "As you wish, princesse," He stated. "Let's get this off, hmm?" He began to slid down the straps of your dress, pressing warm kisses on your shoulder. The sight of your bare breasts made him sigh in content, licking a strip from the base of your neck and down the valley of your breasts.

You felt a shiver crawl up your spine, feeling Charles' hands wander down your back while he pushed the fabric past your ass, hooking his fingers under your the waistband of your panties. You lifted your body up, aiding him in getting rid of your dress and underwear.

You settled back down on Charles' lap, pushing your wet core against his clothed cock. Charles nipped at your neck, dazed at the feeling of your pussy on him. Your hands reached out, rushing to get those shorts and shirt off of him. Pulling his shirt of him, you placed a trail of kisses down his chest. You could feel his lower stomach tense as you neared his waistband. With a grin, impatiently, you took off his shorts and the boxers underneath.

Your stomach churned and pussy throbbed at Charles' red, aching cock springing up, begging to be touched. You flickered your sultry gaze to your boyfriend, reaching over to put your fingers in his mouth.

Charles maintained eye-contact, lubing your fingers generously with his spit before he felt a shudder rip through him when you teasingly pushed your pussy to graze the angry tip of his cock.

"Vous taquinez," Charles uttered out almost with a whine after you removed your fingers. You tease.

"Don't be too sad, mon amour," You breathed out, trailing your wet fingers over his v-line before wrapping them around his cock. Charles sucked in a sharp breath as your hand began move up and down his shaft, mixing his spit and his pre-cum together, giving him a new, unique shine of his own.

"You wanted to see me pregnant, right? Full of your cum. So pregnant that everyone will know in a few months that you fucked me that good," You started, eyes trained on him while you pumped his cock with a tantalising grip. "We need a lot of your cum today. I'm just getting you prepared," You purred.

Charles let out a series of high moans, letting your words wash all over him and mix with his euphoria. His fingers reached out to your wet folds, stroking your heated slip with need. You trembled at his touch, bucking your hip against his fingers, increasing the pace of your hand on his cock.

Both of you moaned loudly while you jerked each other off, breathy sounds bouncing off the walls of your apartment. "Merde," Charles swore, pressing his head further into the couch, hips sensitively bucking into your hand as you brushed the slit of his cock.

He pushed himself, refusing to slack at your pleasure. He rubbed your pussy, groaning at the wet, glistening folds that were coating his fingers. You moaned, feeling a familiar buzzing pool in your stomach. "I need to," Charles panted out, covering your hand with his to stop you, "I need to..." He trailed off once again, pulling you closer to him.

Charles could barely think straight. He didn't know what he was saying or what he was doing. All he knew was that he needed to feel your pussy against his cock.

A guttural whimper escaped your mouth when Charles rubbed his cock against your folds. God, the both of you could get off just like this. He sighed out, eyes clouded with pleasure while he bathed in the warmth of your pussy. He could feel you jerk time to time against him, sensitive from nearing your climax.

You were was a sight to behold. You couldn't control your hips or yourself. You were just so receptive, automatically rubbing your pussy and clit up and down the head of cock. Your head falling back, supported by air while your back arched with lust. Sweat clung to your warmed body and your dry hair was now coated in a light sheen of grease. Face contorted with pleasure and flushed with heat.

"I'm gonna cum, fuck," Charles hissed out, partially angry that he already was about to climax but how could he not at such a view and feeling?

You blinked through your pleasure, remembering how you had gotten into this situation in the first place. You pushed your hips to him, hovering over his cock and sliding down onto him. You whimpered, feeling full with his throbbing cock in you.

Charles groaned, feeling your warm walls clench around him as you began to move your hips up and down. He watched your breasts bounce, making him flicker to that thought of them being full with milk once he got you pregnant. He would be selfish and have a taste of them himself.

Your pussy was a siphon, drawing and pulling his cock even further into you. Charles placed his hands on your hips, pushing you down on his cock to ensure he was balls-deep within you, fully sheathed. The breathy air was now replaced with both of your lewd moans and the sound of your skin slapping and sticking against one another.

"Merde, merde," Charles began to chant, increasing the pace of his hips snapping and rutting into your folds. Your hands fell to his own hands, tightening around them as pleasure bubbled at the pits of your stomach.

"Fuck, Charles. Cum in me, mon amour. Fais de moi une mère. Hmm? Imagine it. I'll be even more sensitive, my tits will be heavy and sore with milk and I'll ask you to massage them... everyone will know what we did," You moaned loudly. Make me a mother.

Charles's hips came to a halt, shaking with pleasure while he poured ropes and ropes of his hot cum deep into your walls. He let out staggered moans, feeling you clench around him and take even more of his load. Charles pressed his swollen lips onto your, kissing you dizzy while he thrusted out his high, ensuring his cum was staying within you.

Charles sighed out, pressing his forehead against yours. Realising you were once again on the brink of cumming, with his cock still in you, he brought his fingers to your engorged clit, rubbing the sensitive nub gently yet harshly.

He felt your walls grip him even tighter if possible as you began to convulse in his arms. "Jesus fucking Christ," You sobbed out, waves of your euphoric climax hitting you.

Christ, you were so sensitive, hips jerking up against his fingers, grinding to maximise your stimulation. He couldn't even stop you if he wanted to.

"Merde, ma cherié, cum for me. Yes, just like that," Charles coaxed, groaning as you somehow managed to get more cum out of him.

You let out a final whimper before collapsing onto him, feeling Charles' softening cock drive and push the cum deeper into you. You let out a low moan against his chest.

Charles pushed your chin up with his finger, looking into your eyes. He smiled, pressing a slow, soft kiss to your lips. "You did so well, mon amour," He praised, running a hand through your sweaty hair, getting a better glance of your face.

You gave him a weak smile, peering up at him through your eyelashes. "You think we did a good job?" You queried, voice quiet and tired. "You think we'll have a child soon?"

Charles grinned at you, planting another kiss on the side of your head. "If I didn't, I'll fuck you again and make sure that test has two lines."

𝐏𝐓. 𝟐 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄!

© 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐘𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑

#f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #formula 1 #f1 smut #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc smut #charles leclerc x female reader #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #mickyschumacher

[ellemj]

Making Sure: 12 Days of Smut #3 - Sex Pollen

Bucky Barnes x Reader One-Shot

Summary: Bucky is exposed to a sex pollen while the two of you are snowed in, stuck in a cabin in the Swiss Alps after finishing up a mission. Oh, and of course, you happen to be his ex-girlfriend.

Warnings: profanity, dubcon (sex pollen), possessive!Bucky, breeding kink, unprotected sex, mutual pining of sorts, some use of y/n, MINORS DNI, 18+!!!

Feel free to comment and let me know if this requires any other warnings.

Word Count: 4k

A/N: My laptop decided it didn't want to turn on today, and then when it finally turned on it didn't want to run any apps so 12 Days of Smut almost became 11 Days of Smut. But anyway, let me know if you guys like this one! For once, it doesn't involve anyone hating anyone or an obscene amount of unbearable tension (which I severely miss).

            It’s not all that hard to work with your ex, not when you ended on decent terms. Well, as decent as they could have been. When Bucky broke up with you three months ago, it wasn’t completely out of the blue. You hadn’t been having any problems, you never had any fights, but you knew he was never as into the relationship as you were. He had said from the very beginning that he didn’t think he ever wanted a lifelong commitment. The majority of his life had been spent without having true freedom to make his own decisions. It’s safe to say the man only had about six years of making decisions for himself, between turning eighteen and joining the army. Then the army had a say in everything he did until he was taken by HYDRA. HYDRA controlled him for so long, and honestly, they still have some form of control over him if you consider his nightmares and insomnia issues. So, when things started to feel a little too serious between you two, when Bucky started to realize that he actually loved you, that’s when he called it off.

            You’d both agreed to keep the relationship between yourselves, remaining professional at work and around the others. Even Sam had never figured it out. Bucky was so good at keeping it hidden, staying completely stoic unless he was positive you were both alone. When things ended between you two, he became stoic all the time. There have been a few times where you’ve felt a bit angry with how easily he can just shut himself off and pretend like you never had anything between you. You think you might’ve been in love with him. How can you be stoic around him when you loved him? You can’t be. So, instead of being stoic, you’re just a little more quiet than usual. You get your job done, you speak to him as professionally as you can, and then you get away from him.

            Unfortunately though, there’s no getting away from him tonight. Technically, your mission is already over. You broke into HYDRA’s only remaining functional lab, you stole at least one sample of each of the various compounds that they were working on, and then you got the hell out of there. You made it all the way back to the safehouse, a small rustic cabin a little ways up in the Swiss Alps. It had been snowing for the last twenty-four hours that you’d been here, but the winter weather came to a head to today on your drive back from the break-in. By the time you got all of the samples safely inside the cabin, there was no way either of you could make the drive back down the mountain to reach the quinjet. You’re stuck here for the night.

            “I want them kept at a pretty low temperature overnight, well below thirty degrees.” Bruce has been watching you over a video call as you’ve been cataloging the samples and packing them safely into a padded case. “It’d probably be best to leave them all in the trunk of the car, since it’s so cold out there.” Bucky’s sitting in the living area while you’re working at the kitchen table, but he’s still listening in. He’s listened for the last half hour as you labeled the samples and hummed a little Christmas tune to yourself. Truthfully, he almost forgot that Christmas is in a few days until he heard you humming that song that you love so much. What was it? He can never remember the name, but he recognizes it from last Christmas. You sang it often and he was lucky enough to still be yours then, to still get the privilege of listening to you flit around the tower so festively, infecting everyone around with your cheerful spirit.

            “They all fit in the case except for one, but it should be fine. I’ll just stick it in the trunk next to the case and slip it into my bag tomorrow before we drive out.” You say, holding up the thin glass flask containing a very watery, clear liquid. It looks the least terrifying, out of all of the chemicals you retrieved from the lab today.

            “Good work today, we’ll see you guys back here tomorrow, if the weather permits.” Bruce gives a little wave before ending the video call. Just as you’re closing the heavy black case of samples, Bucky rises from his seat on the couch and joins you in the kitchen.

            “I’ll take them out.” He offers, staying a few feet away from you but at least making eye contact with you. He doesn’t seem to look at you very often since you broke up, but you can’t complain about it. It makes it a little easier to get over him when you’re not drowning in his blue eyes. You give him a curt nod before sliding the case across the table and then setting the sealed flask of clear liquid on top of it.

            “Try not to jostle them around too much, carry it with two hands.”

            “Got it, two hands.” Bucky repeats. You watch as he lifts the case, leaving the glass flask resting on the lid. You think about carrying the lone chemical out there in your own hands, worrying that Bucky might tip the case a little too far and let the flask fall to the ground outside, but you brush off the worry. He’s never been clumsy, and he sure as hell hasn’t ever been careless. It’ll be fine. It’s just a short walk from the front door to the back of the car.

            In retrospect, you should’ve listened to your instincts.

            When Bucky rushes in the front door only a minute after he’s stepped outside with the chemicals, a sickening feeling settles deep in your stomach. You quickly turn to the source of commotion as he slams the door shut behind him and starts nearly jogging across the cabin, heading straight for the bathroom at the end of the hall.

            “Bucky? What happened?” You call out, your feet carrying you down the hall after him. Bucky strips off his coat, dropping it on the floor in the hall before throwing the bathroom door open and ripping off his shirt. He doesn’t even close the bathroom door. You step over his coat and come to a stop in the doorway as he leans down and turns on the shower.

            “Stay back.” He warns, giving you a sideways glance that makes your stomach flip. “I slipped on a patch of ice and the little glass thing on top of the case fell and shattered. Whatever was in it evaporated quick, but I inhaled a lot of it. I don’t know if I got any on me.”

            Shit. This is not good. Bucky starts unbuckling his belt, but stops himself after he gets it undone, finally turning and looking you straight in the eye. Right. You’re not together anymore.

            “Only rinse, don’t use soap. We don’t know what the chemical was or what might interact with it.” You say, forcing your voice to sound calmer than you feel. Bucky nods, and then shuts the door between the two of you. Shit. You knew you should’ve carried that damn flask yourself.

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            Half an hour later, after Bucky’s finished showering and is resting on the couch per yours and Bruce’s orders, he begins to feel something. He wanted to go to bed, just sleep it off and see how he felt in the morning, but you and Bruce insisted that he stay in the living room and awake so you could monitor him for any weird signs or symptoms. You miss the first few symptoms that Bucky begins to feel. First, his heart rate began picking up. It was so miniscule at first that even he didn’t notice it, but it increased more and more until he could hear his heartbeat pounding in his ears. Then, even in the chilly little cabin with a near-blizzard raging outside, Bucky began to feel hot. Hot to the point of wanting to take off everything he was wearing and go lay in the snow. Now he sits on the couch, breathing a little quicker than he was earlier, with beads of sweat forming on the back of his neck. It’s his increased respiratory rate that you notice first. Then, as you begin looking him over from your far away seat at the kitchen table, you see the way his cheeks are flushed and the way his dark gray t-shirt is beginning to stick to the sweat coming off of his back. Shit. Whatever it was that he was exposed to, it sure as hell wasn’t nothing.

            You’re just about to ask Bucky what he’s feeling when he abruptly stands from the couch and looks right at you, his gaze wild and pupils blown.

            “Bucky—” You start, but he cuts you off in an instant.

            “I don’t know what was in that flask, but I’ll be fine. I’m not going to sit out here all night.” Bucky’s trying to play it off. He has no fucking idea if he’ll actually be fine, but the newest physiological response his body is having to the chemical isn’t one he wants you to become aware of. He’s aroused. His cock is harder than it’s ever been, and he’d rather sleep outside on the icy road and get run over by Santa’s fucking sleigh then stay this close to you. He worries he won’t be able to control himself if he has to look at you one more time tonight, if he even hears another breath leave your lips, he’ll be done for.  

            “Bucky, tell me what you’re feeling.” You say softly, pushing your chair away from the table and standing, but not daring to move any closer to where he stands in the living room. He scrunches his eyes closed and presses his vibranium hand to the back of his neck in an attempt to cool the skin there.

            “Y/n, I’m going to bed.” He sounds so frustrated. It’s a tone of voice you actually recognize. This is how he used to sound when you’d tease him at the worst times, when you were somewhere that restricted him from being able to touch you, to fuck you.

            “Is it what I think it is?” You ask, your voice impossibly quieter than before. Bucky’s eyes snap open now and he studies you. Looking at you makes his dick throb and his balls feel so fucking full and heavy. He closes his eyes again as quickly as he opened them and then, you’re sure. It was a fucking sex pollen.

            You don’t dare make a move to stop Bucky when he hurries down the hall and locks himself in his bedroom. You stand frozen in the kitchen for the next two minutes, trying to figure out what the hell you should be doing in a situation like this. You end up doing what you do best: researching. You sit yourself right back down at the table and open your laptop, quickly accessing the online archive of SHIELD research files. You type in every word you can possibly think of to find what you need. Luckily, the first article that pops up is exactly what you needed.

            You skim through it at lightning speed, your eyes picking up on the important details. Heightened senses, increases sexual drive ten-fold, may result in permanent disability or death if state of intense arousal is not rectified. Shit, this is bad. You’re wondering how the hell one is supposed to rectify the intense arousal when your eyes land on the most key piece of information in the entire article. Human trials have revealed that allowed the specimen to engage in sexual intercourse is the only successful way to return to a normotensive physiological state.

            You have to fuck. You have to convince him to have sex with you. You have to convince the man who broke up with you three months ago to have sex with you. You’ve suddenly decided that you fucking hate your job.

            However, you’re not going to sit around while Bucky becomes permanently disabled or lets himself die of exposure to a damn HYDRA sex pollen. So, you slam your laptop shut and march right down the hall. You tap your knuckles against his bedroom door three times, until you hear the bed creak slightly, so you at least know he’s alive. He doesn’t make a single move to answer the door. He’s sitting on the side of the bed, his hands gripping the edge of the mattress so hard that it’ll probably never spring back into shape. His sense of hearing is heightened so much that he can hear every breath you take. He thinks he can even hear the sound of your eyelashes fluttering as you blink.

            “Bucky, I did some research.” God, just the sound of your voice might be enough to make him cum in his sweats. Bucky bites his bottom lip and looks down at where his erection is fighting to escape the confines of his sweats. “If this is a sex pollen, which I think we both know it is, it can kill you. The only way to fix this is to…” Your voice trails off, but you don’t have to finish your sentence for Bucky to know what the solution is here. But he won’t ask that of you. He refuses to ask you to sleep with him. He knows he broke your heart three months ago, and he’d be the world’s biggest asshole if he used you for relief now. So, he stays silent. “We could…”

            You can’t seem to finish any of your sentences. Why is it so hard for you to say we could fuck. Oh, right. Because you’ve missed the way he fucks for months. Because you know that if he wasn’t under the influence of this chemical right now, he sure as hell wouldn’t be turned on around you. You’d happily have sex with him right now, but he’d only be doing it because he has to do it to survive.

            “I know I’m probably the last person that you’d want to be offering this, but I’m offering. I don’t want you to sit in there and die.” You say softly, your voice cracking a little bit on the final word. The last person he’d want to be offering this? Fuck, you have no idea how he really feels, do you? Bucky screws his eyes shut and fights back the urge to throw the door open and tell you how much he fucking loves you, how much he’s missed you. It’s why he broke up with you in the first place. What if something happened one day that turned him right back into the Winter Soldier? What if he ended up on ice again and by the time he came out of cryo, you were dead and gone? He had to break up with you, because he felt like his future was always too unclear to promise it to someone.

            “I’m here, Bucky, if you need me.” You whisper, with your forehead pressed against the cool wood of the door. He can tell that you’re hurting for him. It’s why, against his rational mind, he finds himself crossing the room and tugging the door open. When he sees you standing there in the light of the hallway, he can hear that little Christmas tune that you love so much playing in his head. Fuck it.

            You’ve barely had a second to realize that Bucky’s just opened the door for you before you feel his hand fist in your hair and he yanks you forward against his chest. His mouth captures yours in a heated kiss. Bucky sucks your bottom lip between his and wastes no time in using his hold on your hair to tilt your head to the side and slide his tongue into your mouth. You act on muscle memory, kissing him the same way you used to every single day. You let his tongue dance around your mouth, but when he begins to pull back you suck on it lightly, earning a groan from him. He tastes just like you remember, and suddenly you want him so badly that for all you know you could have some sex pollen coursing through your veins.

            “The last person I’d want to be offering this?” Bucky rasps against your lips, briefly looking into your eyes as he repeats your words in question. “You’re the only person I’d want to be offering this.” He pulls on your hair again, tilting your head further to the side and sucking on the skin right below your ear. Your eyes close as you try to calm your racing heart, reminding yourself that as perfect as this might feel right now, it won’t last.

            It takes mere seconds for Bucky to pull you into his room and practically throw you onto his bed. When he crawls over you a second later, it’s like he’s suddenly realized you both still have your clothes on. He stands back up beside the bed and strips quickly, exposing every bit of his fucking heavenly body to you. You don’t even try to choke back the whimper that leaves your lips. Bucky freezes when he hears it. He’s heard it before. He’s heard it in his dreams, ever since you broke up. It’s sort of funny. He never had dreams before, only nightmares. Until he broke up with you, and then he started having dreams about you every night. They’ve replaced nearly every nightmare. Instead of HYDRA being the reason he’s up at night, it’s all you.

            You start shimmying out of your pants right there on the bed as you look at Bucky, too impatient to stand up and take everything off like he did. He strokes his cock slowly in one hand, but every time his palm glides over the tip he makes a face like he’s in pain. You know from your brief research that touching himself won’t give him an ounce of relief, it’ll only make things worse. So, once you have your pants off, you reach up and grab his wrist, stopping his stroking, and pulling him closer to the bed. He gets the hint and positions himself on top of you again, spreading your legs apart with his knee before settling between them.

            “I’ve missed you.” Bucky coos against the side of your neck, right as you feel the head of his cock brushing against your clit through your already soaked panties. He didn’t mean to say it. He doesn’t want to make the break up any harder for you, but fuck. He’s missed having you under him like this, though in the past you never kept your panties and shirt on when you were under him.

            “I’ve been right here.” You respond quietly, letting your hands coast down his sides until you feel the way his back muscles are rigid underneath your palms. He’s restraining himself. “Bucky, you don’t have to hold back.” He sighs deeply and grinds his cock against you, hard. It draws a moan from your lips that’s so needy, Bucky can’t wait any longer. He knows he’s only waited a minute at this point, but he just can’t anymore. He reaches down between the two of you and snags a finger in your panties, deftly pulling them to the side and guiding his cock straight into you without warning. The cry that escapes you isn’t one of pain or surprise, it’s one of pure lust. It might’ve been three months since the last time you had sex, but your body accepts his cock like it never left. There’s no pain, there’s only pleasure as he starts fucking into you slowly. He builds the pace up in mere seconds, speeding up more and more until he’s fucking you so hard and fast that the headboard is snapping against the wall and scratching the paint.

            “God, you’re still so fucking tight for me.” He groans, burying himself balls deep inside you. He stays still for a moment, letting your pussy grip his cock like a vice.

            “It’s still yours.” You whisper the words against his jawline. When his eyes snap open and stare straight into yours, you know you probably shouldn’t have said it. His pupils are already overly dilated, but they expand a little more as possessiveness flares in his chest. He always loved when you let him know who your pussy belonged to. He fucking loved it.

            Wait. The realization hits you both at the same time. He isn’t wearing a condom. As he looks into your eyes, his face falls and your eyes widen. He never once fucked you without a condom on. It was part of his whole no-long-term-commitment thing. He didn’t want to risk an unintentional pregnancy, so he never let himself fuck you raw. When he starts to pull out, you’re quick to wrap your legs around him and lock him in place.

            “Don’t.” You plead. You want this. You’ve always wanted this. Bucky bites his bottom lip and closes his eyes, trying to find a single rational thought in his mind. He knows he shouldn’t do this, he knows he should pull out and find a fucking condom. But will he?

             The answer is no. He uses what little space you give him between your legs to start thrusting into you again, slower this time, but still every bit as deep as before.

            “If you don’t let me pull out…” He starts, but you pull his face down to yours and silence him with a kiss. After a few seconds, he picks up his pace and begins fucking you relentlessly once again, further ruining the paintjob on the bedroom wall behind the headboard.

            “I always wanted you to fuck me like this.” You sigh against his lips. You feel Bucky’s entire body tense up as he nears his release, your words egging him on.

            “Oh, baby, I always wanted to fuck you like this.” He admits, snapping his hips into yours and getting you that much closer to the edge. As your orgasm threatens to tear through you, something weighs heavy on Bucky’s mind. He wants to cum inside you. He loves you but he’s always told himself he can’t have you, because his future is so unclear, he can’t make promises to you and possibly break them. But…he’s a good guy. If he were to knock you up, he’d do the right thing. The traditional thing. He’d marry you and take such good care of you, of the little family you’d have together. Maybe that’s what he should do. He thinks that maybe if he gets you pregnant right now, it would force him to give you his future, no matter how much it scares him. He’d be so much more concerned with doing the right thing in the present, rather than worrying about what might happen in the future. “Let me cum inside you.”

            “You can, Bucky. You can cum inside me.” You moan out, locking your ankles together behind him and pulling him harder against you. He groans and presses another kiss to your lips, but a gentler one this time.

            “You’ll have a baby for me.” He doesn’t even phrase it as a question, no, he’s telling you what you’ll do. “You’ll let me get you pregnant, and then you’ll be mine.”

            “Fuck…” The curse falls from your lips as bliss surges through you. You can’t even find the words to say what you want to say, which is fuck yes. So, you lay there submissively, with your legs wrapped around him as he fucks every drop of cum that he has into you. Then, you catch your breath while he pulls his cock out of you and slides your panties back over your sore cunt. You even let him pile the pillows beneath your hips and legs, elevating your pelvis to make sure his cum won’t drip back out of you.

            Fuck. He really wants to make sure you’re pregnant after this.

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Cartel Princess

Summary: At night, South runs the streets of Brazil, and during the day, he's a famous MMA fighter who loves his woman but not the brattness that comes with it.

A/N: South is tatted up in this fic, and the reader is small. Dividers by: @benkeibear

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18 + MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Warning(s): mentions of drugs, brat taming, daddy kink, blow job,breeding, cum, cursing, no aftercare, p and v penetration, mentions of corruption, established relationship, tattoos, rough sex.

The past:

During the day, South is a famous MMA fighter, and by night, he's on the streets of Brazil running his well-known cartel "Rio Rocinha."

How you ended up at an MMA fight was your boss had an extra ticket and asked if you wanted to go. Your boss had the likes for you, but you didn't. You just went for the free tickets and food. He was much older than you and wasn't your type.

When you saw the current champion walk into the octagon trying to keep his title. How he moved in the cage, he never missed a punch or kick had you hot between your legs, your eyes stayed locked onto the fight.

He was tattooed from his neck to his hands, down to his ankles, even his large back tattoo got you heated is what set you off was the muscles and tallest. You need him.

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You stood out when South saw you in the crowd, whne he was taking a break feom round one those big beautiful [ insert your color] eyes and long beautiful [color] hair, wearing a skimpy little dress that showed too much. Sitting in the front row in front of the cage he was fighting in.

At the end of his winning match, he came up to you asking your name, where you're from, and if he could have your number. You gave him your number and a little about yourself. All while your jealous boss watched. All you knew about him was his height, age, and that he was still the heavy weight champion.

After you two ended your conversation, your boss walked you to his sports car and took you home for the night as so you thought.

"Y/N L/N I'm gonna have to fire you," your boss says.

"Wait, what, why?" You say anxiously.

"Unless you sleep with me. You can keep your job, and I'll even promote you," he says with a shit eating grin.

"Ew no, I'm not going to that. Let me out now," you screamed while trying to open the car door, but the child locks were on.

"Fine, your fire collect your stuff tomorrow morning from your desk," he says angrily as he stops the car in the middle of the road and unlocks the door.

You hurry out of the car, slamming the car door shut as he sped off in his sports car, leaving you on the side of the road.

You started to cry. When your phone vibrated in your purse, you checked to see who texted you, and it was South. As you walked to the nearest bus stop, you called South, explaining everything that happened.

Fifteen minutes later,

He picked you up and took you home that night. South ended up staying the night as you two talked all night, getting to know each other, and the rest was history

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You dated for a year, and he popped the question that's when South convinced you to move to Brazil, leaving your New York home. You thought taking a risk would be fine.

The thing that you didn't know about him was running a cartel business until you moved to Brazil. You were pissed that he didn't tell you, you two fought for hours until South shut you up by fucking you stupid and all was forgive. He even gifted you a new car and house to start your future with him in Brazil.

The present:

"Minami," you shout from your balcony, looking over your living room, placing your hands on the rail.

Wearing nothing but a yellow lacy thong and a tight white t-shirt that showed your round nipples. As you looked down at your husband, counting his drug money from the previous night, shirtless in grey sweatpants with his signature gold chain around his neck and tattoos on full display, with his right-hand man named Blade and another guy with tattoos all over his face.

South rolled his eyes and stopped what he was doing to look up at what you wanted so badly to have to shout his birth name.

"Put some fucking clothes on," he shouts pointing his finger at you from above. Slamming his money down on the glass coffee table in your living room as he stood up from the soft couch you picked out. He didn't even say, "What's up, babe?" He just shouted at you.

"No, this is my house too South. I'll wear whatever the fuck I want." You say taking your hands off the rail crossing your arms across your chest. As the tattooed face guy said, "Damn" under his breath.

South clinches his fist with rage as a vein in his neck bulges out, "is the so," he says angrily. He releases his balled up fist, cracking his neck while massaging it in the process.

Without any more words, South started walking with long strides heading up the stairs to the balcony you were standing at. He was halfway up the stairs when you registered that he was coming after you.

"Oh shit," is all you said before running to your master bedroom and slamming the door shut.

"Shit, she got it coming for her," Blade says to the tattooed face guy while continuing to count profit.

But not even a minute after the door flies open and slams shut again. South was on your ass. You giggled, running and jumping on your king-size bed, trying to make it to the other side of the bed. But South catches you by your ankle with one of his tattooed hands. Making you fall onto the bed as South pulls you closer to him as you were on your stomach.

South grabs your arm, forcing you to face him. "What did I fucking tell you about talking to me like that in front of my men? Hmm," he says angrily.

"It was a joke, South" you say, waving it off.

South crouches to your level as your only 154cm compared to his 210cm. With his nostrils flaring, he inhales and exhales intertwining his large hands together. As you played with the hem of your panties.

"Open your fucking mouth," he says getting up and pushing his sweatpants down to his muscular tattooed thighs and grabbing your bun in the top of your head.

"What?," you say, playing stupid, but there was no time for before he forced his nine inch cock down your throat making you gag.

You held onto his thighs, digging your manicured nails into his inked skin while kicking your feet on the bed as black mascara tears run down your cheeks.

"Breath through your nose, I'm not letting up," South says, giving your ass harsh slaps, making your skin swell red.

Drool dripped down your chin as South continues to thrust deep into your throat as you looked up at him. He lets go of your hair and pulls out of your throat. You try to catch your breath as South barks an order, "get up." You did as you were told getting on your knees and sitting down.

South grabs the bottom of your white t-shirt and pulls it up and off, throwing it across the room. You grab onto his sweatpants to pull them down more, but his large inked hand wrapping it around your neck, pushing you on your back and forcing your legs open to see the wet patch between your legs.

"Hold your legs open," was all husband said before grabbing you thoug and ripping it off in one go. You start to rub your sensitive clit but South pulls your hand away roughly.

"Good Girls get prepped, bad girls don't," he says, pushing his entire length inside of your heat. Making bit your lip and rolling your eyes back.

"This is what you wanted, huh?" he says, giving your hard nipples a pinch as he starts to thrust in and out of you. All you did was shake your head, yes. Taking the pleasure your husband is giving to you.

"Why didn't you just say so," he says, caging you in between his tattooed arms as you grabbed onto his back as he hit your favorite spot. You loved so much, making you moan loudly.

"There she is, my little bratty princess," he says into your ear and nibbling it as he continues to thrust in and out of you.

"Please," you say.

"Please what" South says

"I wanna cum, please let me cum daddy," moaing out your words.

"My pretty little baby wants to cum," he says moving one of his arms, rubbing circles on your clit making your toes curl, shaking your head as you dug your nails into his back making your legs spread wider for him.

"Go on," he says thrusting faster and deeper making you scream amd shake as you cummed on your husband's cock. As he spilled his seed inside your womb. Grabbing both of your legs to keep them open as he slowly pulls out of you watching the cum drip out of your hole.

"Remember, princess, you always get what you want, just ask," South states, pulling his sweatpants back up and walking out of the room.

South goes back to the living room like nothing happened, counting his money over again after you interrupted his count.

While you laid in bed trying to come down from your high as your husband's cum still leaked out of you and onto the clean bed spread wanting to take a shower.

"What happened up there, boss. You got a nasty cut there?" Blade asks with a smirk. As South looks at the nail marks, you made in his back, bleeding slightly.

"Its part of the territory now shut the fuck up and figure when our next shipment is coming in." He says laying back on the couch, lighting a joint.

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BLOODY PEONY

Character/s: vampire!Pantalone

Warnings: f!reader, mature language, explicit sexual themes, blood, pantalone drinks blood duh + he is centuries old, age gap(?), pantalone has violet eyes here, barely know this man but i hope i wrote him well, established relationship, breeding/impregnation, fluff, monsterfucking, marking, mating press, mentions of violence, daddy kink, and use of pet names. Minors do not interact.

Note: here is the second entry for kinktober! pls ignore how late it is, i apologize :,) this is dedicated to my babie suki @sukirichi 💕 my first ever genshin fic 🤸‍♀️

❖ kinktober ‘22 masterlist | ENTRY #2

Summary: Forever and always—your immortal husband never fails to remind you of your eternal union in the most unique way.

WC: 2.3K

Midas’ touch was, in no way, on par with your husband’s caress or kiss that he gives you relentlessly without fail. Unparalleled and gentle in a way that it is the single thing that greets you as soon as the moon graces the sky and puts you to sleep the second the sun rises. Such odd behavior was striking to those who lived nearby the neighborhood, yet you did not care about their gossip or stares. All you cared about was him, Pantalone.

Your husband or as his fellow dwellers of the night often call him in their coven, Regrator, was not an ordinary man from the start. He didn’t sleep at night the same way you used to or was required to eat three meals each day. He dislikes sunlight, hates the outdoors, and detests those who refuse to get acquainted with hygiene due to his sensitive nose. You knew him only as Pantalone, one of the many names that he had adopted over the course of his life. A name you have been dying to know in secret. Other than a stake to his heart, Pantalone revealing his real name to you was similar to handing you his soul. The second you knew about this, you didn’t question him about it again. Plus, he drinks blood. In short, he wasn't human nor a creature your kind would be too keen on meeting. This fact was the very reason why you were interested in him in the first place which led you to discover his secret—vampires were real and he was one, too. With this knowledge, it did not hinder you from tying the knot and having him for a husband. Everything else was history from then on.

“Good evening, my jewel.”

Pantalone’s lips were pressed against your forehead, the scent of earl grey faint in his black silk bathrobe and dark wavy hair akin to a midnight sky that grazed your cheek when he pulled back to peck you on the lips. A groan slipped past your mouth, squinting at his beautiful visage further heightened by the moonlight streaming through the glass windows. The thick curtains were drawn back to let in the natural light. Pantalone couldn’t help but let out a breath of awe at your alluring aura which was followed by a small chuckle at your obvious complaint at being awakened. His index finger reached out and pressed at your furrowed brows. But who could blame you? Humans normally wake up with the sun up, not the other way around. You weren’t a vampire, yet. His cool hand grazed your warm soft cheek, a testimony of your mortal life that will soon change… Unless you had second thoughts.

Biting back a yawn, you rubbed fatigue off of your eyes before giving your husband a sweet smile. He then mirrored it, eager to continue kissing you until you were fully awake. “Good evening to you, too. Slept well?”

“As always. You?”

He knew you were lying the second you nodded your head, fighting back to furrow his eyebrows at your evident lie. Somehow, you knew he didn’t buy it. You dare not expound further. Because even if you two have been married for almost four years now, you still haven’t been the subject of his anger, and you hoped you never will. You were still scared no matter how many times he repeated that he will never lose his temper with you. The coven he was part of, especially that young man with the gingered-colored hair, wished he extended the same courtesy to them. Sadly, Pantalone was deaf to their request.

Pantalone was stingy. Nothing escapes his attention and if a single thing was amiss in his finances, he would immediately know. When it came to you, on the other hand, the sky was the fucking limit.

“I see,” he mumbled as he sat himself down at the edge of the bed. “What do you want to eat, darlin’? Just name it.” Your body heat stayed on the silk sheets, seducing Pantalone to remain by your side all night to fool around. Not that he had anything to do tonight that was of the utmost importance other than the special occasion which is your wedding anniversary. You saw the look in his eyes and slyly smirked, knowing all too well what he had in mind for this evening’s affair. Just as he was about to ask if you wanted to sleep more, Pantalone stopped short when your hand rubbed against where his cock was tucked away, twitching at your familiar touch. Not missing the way those sensitive violet irises behind glasses met your gaze, you leaned down to rest your head near his crotch and then innocently smiled. Inhaling sharply, Pantalone, for a second, thought his undead heart was beating once again.

“I’m not sure…” you playfully responded, fingers running up and down his thigh. “Maybe you can occupy my mouth while I take my time to decide, mhm?”

Despite his lack of body heat and the nature of his kind, the esteemed immortal was sweeter than any delicacy or dessert you have tasted behind closed doors. And yet, Pantalone can be rough whenever he or you wanted to be. At this very moment, it took all of his control not to snap and just have his way with you—with your full consent, of course. To spoil you, to love you, to keep you happy and satisfied—nothing brings greater joy to him than to do all of the above and beyond. Pantalone has to be the best in your eyes.

Why?

“My jewel, before we proceed…” he inhaled another deep breath upon seeing you bat your lashes at him expectantly. You were just too cute that he can’t wait to ruin you in a bit. But first, he had something to tell you—a crucial reminder of why you were still human. “You must eat first, alright? I can’t have you tiring so early, plus it might take hours for you to pry my hands away from you, darling.” When you nodded, he continued in a solemn tone that you picked up instantly. “And… you’re not getting younger. As we have agreed, this will be the last year. I promise we will keep trying, but whether we succeed or not, we have to accept it. Whatever happens, know that I love you and it shall never change. Forever and always. You… understand, right?”

Pantalone waited for a full minute until you sat up properly, looked him straight in the eyes, and held his hand. Fingers intertwined and locked together. No words had to be uttered between you two any further. Mirroring the smile on your face, he pulled you into his arms and carried you to the dining room while listening to you ramble about him trying to guess the wedding anniversary gift you’ll give him. However, he knew deep down what you wanted to give him for so long—a child.

Pantalone strived to be the best for you. Why? Of course, Pantalone wants to be the best at everything and this also includes being the best lover and husband. He can’t have you looking for someone else, someone incompetent. That would be the biggest insult of all insults. The odds may not be in his favor, but when has he ever paid any heed to what he can’t do and shouldn’t do? Giving you the most luxurious services, expensive gifts, and dazzling pieces of jewelry was just the bare minimum for a man such as him with the immense wealth that he undoubtedly got after spending centuries on this planet. For him to fail at giving you a baby, Pantalone couldn’t help but wish he were human. Then, he wouldn’t have so much difficulty facing you after every negative pregnancy test result or seeing you stare at shops selling baby clothes. Yet, you never held him responsible or spoke ill of him. No, Pantalone remembered each time you presented the results with a hopeful and comforting grin on your face—stating the same sentiment as always.

“We can always try again.”

He hoped to change that sentence of yours soon, preferably this year or before he will turn you into a vampire. Those images of you wearing his clothes and sporting a baby bump had his senses heightened to an all-time high. A low hiss of euphoria slipped past his tongue at how tight your gummy walls hugged his heavy and leaky cock. The bridge of his glasses was close to slipping past the bridge of his nose because of perspiration. All you could hear was his muffled groans and soft whines. You were close to being bent over on the kitchen counter, breakfast half-eaten on the plate. Pantalone just couldn’t wait to have you and your essence all over him. The sweet scent of your arousal mixed with your desire for him was too tempting to ignore. A husband can’t disregard his wife’s needs, especially when you nicely part your damp folds for him to see.

“Darlin’ so wet. Tell me—ah, fucking hell… Tell me, my jewel, w-what is it that you want?” Pantalone resisted the urge to bite into your neck where your pulse point was and have his own feast. What he desires is to hear you ask for him—beg, cry or demand anything from your husband that may or may not release him from this delectable pleasure that no other pussy could grant him. “Tell me, darling, fuck… Do you want me to cum? To cum inside this cunt?”

“Yes! Y-yes, please, holy fuck…” you almost screamed, whining out the last part of your plea and shaking your ass as a sign he should just proceed to fucking the daylights out of you. Thankfully, Pantalone was a man who did not hesitate to give and immediately carried you to the nearest couch he could find while his cock was still nestled in your pussy. Your arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. Both of your bodies that reeked of lust were drunk on each other’s taste, searching for more. Pantalone thought it as a sick desire, but the idea of never leaving your side—to instill himself into your very soul that whoever tries to kiss you or undress you will find crystal clear traces of him. An invisible collar that warned off others that you belonged to no one but Pantalone. He did vow that anyone who touches or covets you will be skinned alive. You laughed at that promise, adorably unaware.

“J-jewel, s’ tight. Pussy’s mine, right? Ah… Gonna let me breed this cunt?” There was no scarcity to his filthy words that fuelled your moans. At this point, you were convinced your soul has left your body by just the intensity of his thrusts akin to how a hammer pounds on a nail. His strength was tantamount to the vampire’s progenitor, one that can cut through a forest or scrape the sky—reduced to a mere force that held your legs apart and pressed them against your chest. His sharp eyesight could put any seasoned predator to shame concentrated on your face, obsessed by the expressions it makes as he takes you. Pantalone’s tongue can cut through the most frigid heart and cause a grown man to weep for his mother’s embrace. The exact tongue that is now whispering your name like a sacred prayer that will save his damned soul from the fires he sold himself to. Honey dripping from his lips into yours without any reservations—all just for you, his beautiful jewel.

“O-oh, fuck! K-keep this up and—shit, you’re gonna, ah, be a d-daddy at this rate,” you teasingly moaned. His next few thrusts knocked the steadiness off of your voice, eager to breed your fertile womb. A human can only take so much and you were quite sure there would be bruises on your thighs and legs. “D-daddy, gonna knock me u-up? Do it, please! Fucking please! Cum inside me.”

Pantalone was a man who had everything until you entered his life, making the immortal realize the world deceived him into believing he did. Now, he doesn’t care if you will be his downfall or his ticket to eternal paradise. There was so much he could give you but he knew nothing could make you happier than having his child… or knowing his real name.

“Darlin’, cum. Cum all over this cock.”

Pantalone didn’t have to tell you twice. Your entire being was spasming, hands pulling him close to anchor yourself from the waves of bliss he let you experience. Your husband followed after. His mouth parted and sank his fangs into your neck, groaning at the taste of your piquant blood on his tastebuds. His hands harshly gripped the armrest, exercising restraint. Hot milky semen coated your walls and your womb. The whole ordeal was not strange to you, however, you couldn’t get used to the intoxicating state he casts on you. His glasses then slipped down and fell unceremoniously on top of your head once he was finished. Stifling a giggle, you grabbed his glasses and set them aside in case you might sit on them. Just as you were about to reach up and wipe off the bloodstain on your husband’s lips, Pantalone leans down to kiss you. He patiently waits for your heart to calm down and for your form to relax. As soon as you did, he wasted no time whispering into your ear his anniversary gift.

His real name.

Your husband hardly laughs genuinely and whenever he does, you treasure that moment—even if it’s because he finds your surprised look comedic. The implications of you knowing and the trust he has in you—it nearly had you in tears.

“I can’t believe you just revealed your real name…” You trailed off to kiss him again, this time, with absolute fervor. There wasn’t anything on this planet Pantalone can’t have and yet, he craves your love like a starved man. His mouth chased after yours once distance was created, the corners of his lips curling up while whispering those three words he will certainly never get tired of uttering for his darling wife.

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[bunsunee]

summery: a bunch of personal/general headcanons of the mighty geo archon, rex lapis, or now known as zhongli!

warnings: obvi nsfw

a/n: SORRY ABOUT IT BEING SO SHORT I HAVE LITTLE IDEAS RN!! 😭😒

SFW

Zhongli is very much a gentleman even before he relinquished his title and gnosis always treating the people among liyue kindly even if they are incredibly rude. It was something the ex-archon just couldn't help as he was a very patient man and a very kind individual. This didn't change even if you were a man or woman. it was just common etiquette to treat others how they wanted to be treated.

Zhongli outwardly deceives people with the idea he has no money to his name, it was a innocent gesture given he wanted to fit in among the mortals, but truth be told he isn't bankrupt in the slightest. he had enough mora to be a sugar daddy to thousands of people but he didn't wish to flaunt wealth within his nation. It was unruly and incredibly rude towards the daily merchants to just flaunt his own wealth. it doesn't stop him from occasionally helping some unlucky soul get back on their feet. he couldn't bare the sight of people living on the streets. maybe he wasn't human but he had a heart for sure.

Zhongli is definitely sugar daddy material don't even try to change my mind. Zhongli would spoil you rotten with things you simply just talk about liking just because he loves you so. Usually he doesn't mean to end up in a sugar daddy scenario but he can't help himself when his sugar baby is so needy, his willpower caving to the pout on your face. You want that cute little dress you keep talking about? Honey he has it in your wardrobe the next day. Maybe you want that new computer to play with your online friends? He's getting you one but with two monitors but don't neglect him because of your silly online friends. His baby deserves the best and he makes sure you knew that.

Zhongli is a family man at heart as he is dreaming of the day he could start one of his own. He would love to be able to come home to his little munchkins happily babbling as they perked up to their father returning home. He didn't care how long it took as it would be worth it in the end. Out of the two of you he has the most dominant genetics so it's expected to your children to have features similar to that of the ex-archon. if not then he comes up with other solutions he wasn't the geo archon for nothing after all.

Zhongli is surprisingly a very adventurous and kinky lover as he isn't human. there is no humane limit to what he can and cannot do. there is certain things that do cross the line of comfort but that is understandable.

NSFW

Zhongli admittedly has a high sex drive and a incredible amount of stamina as he is draconic. For your safety and comfort he would never push you to do more than one round unless you want to go farther. if that is the case with your consent he is able to go until morning as he lust is insatiable specially when it comes to you.

Zhongli is fond of dressing you up for him in cute and slutty little outfits just for him. you'd often be found in something cute like this. He loves buying things you like and seeing that little excited face you always express. He has to hold back from tearing the fabrics apart as he didn't want to ruin your beloved outfits.

Zhongli, being draconic, has a mating cycle that comes in full force in a specific part of the year. He becomes territorial and extremely possessive over what he thinks is his treasure, that would be you, often hoarding his treasure to himself selfishly. He becomes so needy and slightly whiny but still manage to uphold that dominance he had. Please don't get upset at him! it's only his instincts that take over he truly loves you too much. He makes a nest out of pure instinct, his willpower at a all time low, wanting to breed you until you carried his children. if you say no, he'll understand but be dejected about it. if you say yes he'll not be holding back anymore.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut #zhongli x reader #zhongli x reader smut #rex lapis x reader #rex lapis #zhongli #rex lapis x reader smut #morax x reader #morax #morax x reader smut #Spotify

[lost-spoons]

I'm honestly not sure if I've mentioned this on here before, but here we go.

I've been looking into getting a service dog for a few years. What breed would be best for the tasks I need, if I should get a program trained dog or if I should owner train, what it costs to get said service dog and anything they need or would like, how to take care of a dog, what are the laws around service dog prospects and housing, what are the laws for service dogs, etc. etc.

Up until now, it's all been more of a thought experiment than anything else because my father established a "No Dogs Under My Roof" policy a long time ago, and despite a service dog being medical equipment, the answer to if I could get one is a hard "Not Under My Roof"

But! We're finally down to the last year or two of community college before I transfer to a 4 year where I'll be living on my own and can thus get a dog. So I'll be looking into breeders to see what their wait lists are like and check to make sure the breeder I decide to go with is actually an ethical breeder.

I've debated on breeds for a while. Poodles are hypoallergenic but require a lot of hair maintenance and will matte up fairly quickly if I forget to brush them due to a flare-up, so they're a no. Doberman seemed like a good fit as they met most of my requirements. However, I was informed that they're a velcro breed that are very protective, which makes sense since they are breed to be guard dogs, but that doesn't work if i need a strangers help. Goldens and labs are quite similar in most things regarding my list of requirements but didn't end up being my final choice.

I've decided to go with German Shepherds for the breed, as I need mobility, medical alert, and psychiatric tasks. That's quite a bit for one dog, but German Shepherds are breed specifically to be working dogs with varying jobs, so while I'll need to be careful with training to keep them from burning out as a puppy, they're my best bet.

I've decided on owner training supplemented with a professional trainer's support/assistance.

The mobility tasks in question aren't weight bareing, and even if they were, I'm aware that type of training doesn't start before the vet okays it around 2 or so years old. Sometimes, my vision stops working, or I'll get horribe brain fog making me very confused, and I can't bend down to pick things up off the floor unless I'm sitting, so think along those lines for mobility tasks.

The medical alert is for POTS and maybe migraines. I'm not sure how migraine alerts work yet, i still need to look into that one, but I know how to do the POTS ones.

The psychiatric tasks are to tell me if I'm displaying anxious habits cause I don't notice them and can't feel when I am due to a disconnect in my brain from physical reaction and emotional reaction. I react physically but can't emotionally, which means i can have the bodily reaction of a panic attack and all the issues that creates but I think im perfectly fine. Which is oh so fun to deal with (can you hear the sarcasm?) Plus a few other things I don't feel like sharing that I need help with.

If anyone has anything helpful to add, please do. I've looked into things, but research can only get you so far

#chronic illness #postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome #disabled #ehlers danlos syndrome #chronic pain #hypermobile ehlers danlos #pots syndrome #chronically ill #disability #spoonie #service dog #medical alert dog #psychiatric service dog #mobility service dog

[enam3l]

rockstar!dad eddie is definitely not immune to the claims that dads baby the pets that they didn’t want in the first place .. the girls begged & begged the two of you for a dog and eddie was probably vehemently against it because all of you travel too much or he knew the two of you were gonna be stuck caring for it till the girls actually just showed up one day with one & now that’s his best friend for life

yes. just yes. so fun fact, i used to be a foster mum for dogs so i am definitely breed bias. idk if you know the actor joe manganiello but he's married to sofia vergara (gloria from modern family) and he is this huuuge man but has this tiny chihuahua he dresses up and insists on taking everywhere. i love that for him and eddie.

anyway i dedicate this one to my favourite foster child marnie who i got have for six months! it was her birthday the other day and she is finally living her best life 🫶

ps: if you want your parents to get you a dog, try what the daughters do. this is exactly how i got my dogs when i was younger lol.

there's something about marnie (rockstar eddie munson x reader) ficlet / fluff / smut

you can see all rockstar eddie x reader stories and lore at #enam3ls rockstar eddie or the masterlist! and check out my new series love, lola

'Dad, I want a dog.' Eddie is certain that is the only thing his daughters have said to him in the last two years. All of them are teenagers, all of them are hormonal, all of them are getting on his nerves, all of them refuse to speak to him... unless it's to ask that one question. Sloane was now eighteen and in a constant panicked frenzy over finals. Iris was sixteen and was convinced she was an adult. Maeve was fourteen and at the peak of puberty and peak of being a pain in the ass. 

Personally, Eddie had felt his reasoning on refusing their pleas for a dog had been very fair. Although he was not used to being bad cop and he didn't like it. You were always the firm parent and he was a soft touch who was wrapped round the fingers of his girls - you included. On multiple occasions he had given his daughters his reasons. 

Now the girls were all teenagers, Eddie was finally beginning to start touring with Corroded Coffin again. Something he chose to stop doing once the kids had been born. 

Even though you mostly worked from home, sometimes you did have to go away for work. He didn't want you to be left with the responsibility of the dog all the time whilst the girls were at school. 

Within the next five years, all of the kids would be out the house and at college, leaving the dog behind with you and Eddie. He had planned on using a child free house to his advantage and taking you away all the time. 

Yet clearly, his reasons continued to go in one ear and out the other as tonight he was victim to a well coordinated attack. All three of the girls cornered him as Eddie sat watching a film. His protests ignored as Maeve snatched the remote and turned the TV over. Iris plugged in a laptop causing a PowerPoint presentation to appear on screen. Sloane stood next to the screen like a weather lady as she began her perfectly rehearsed argument. Those damn girls are trying to convert me, he thought. 

Often at his own expense, Eddie realised all three of his children inherited the best of both you and him. Taking his street smarts and tactical logic and your academic skills and charm - it was a ruthless combination that he's certain if wielded incorrectly could be used for world domination. Once they'd finished, Eddie sat there gobsmacked as they filed out the room to go about their Saturday evenings. Sloane leaving him a printed copy of the presentation for him to as she described it, 'peruse at his own leisure.' Eddie scoffed at her sass, knowing Wayne would've whacked him round the head with a newspaper had he used a line like that when he was a teenager and probably now. 

That night, Eddie lay on his bed flicking through the papers. It's not that he thought they were incapable of looking after a dog. They'd babysat Steve and Marissa's dogs plenty of times and were great. It was just that life would be changing constantly over the next few years and that made Eddie nervous. His fretting was interrupted by you bursting through the door and jumping on top of him. You ripped the papers from his hands, chucking them across the bedroom, before pinning his wrists above his head. 

'Hey, what's this all about sweetheart?' he questioned, still slightly startled. But his question was quickly answered by your lips attacking his neck and bare chest. 

'Empty house,' you grinned between nips and kisses, 'want you Eds.' 

And who was Eddie Munson to refuse his wife? 

All the questions that had been plaguing his tired brain all evening were long forgotten. The only thing on his mind was you. What else could he think about when the love of his life was between his legs, plump lips tight around his throbbing cock. You'd been together for twenty-five years now and still Eddie felt like a horny teenager around you. He was putty in your soft hands - literally in this case. Your hands cupped and played with his balls as his thick cock hit the back of your throat as he chased release. The way the bedside light caused your wide eyes that stared right into his soul to twinkle, made his pulse quicken. The light also caught the ring he'd slid onto your ring finger twenty years ago. Eddie couldn't believe this was really his life now. 

'U-uh fuck, sweetheart...' he groaned, 'Bout to cum baby.' 

You could feel his balls start to tighten in and cock begin to twitch - he was seconds away from cumming. So you pulled your mouth away and retracted your touch. 

'AGH! What the fuck,' he whelped. 

You looked your husband right in the eyes. Eddie's big chocolate eyes, wider than ever in shock at the loss of touch. Letting him know you meant business, your face fell deadpan and nails dug into his hairy thighs. 

'You're getting them a dog, Edward.'

He spluttered in disbelief, hands waving around aimlessly. 'WHAT! I cannot - you really doing this to me right now?'

'Yes,' you smirked, 'and you'll never cum again if you don't do it.' 

Eddie knew you weren't lying so that's why he finds himself two weeks later stood in the dog rescue shelter. He couldn't deny it made him happy seeing the joy on his girls faces when he told them the news. His only condition which you'd also agreed upon was that the dog needed to be a rescue. The charity had thoroughly vetted you all and checked the house. Eddie couldn't believe he was just allowed to pop out as many kids as he wanted without approval and yet he had to go through so much to be allowed a dog. 

Shuffling along behind the rest of you, he peered into each occupied space, reading the little biographies of each dog. Eddie had always seen himself as more of a cat person. Cats were weird and a little spooky, something he could relate to. Plus, he had happy memories feeding the strays at the trailer park growing up. Today, he'd expected to simply be the chauffeur and bank, letting the girls choose their new friend.

Then his feet ground to a halt as he caught sight of a little presence in a cage he'd thought was empty. There in the corner was a tiny pile of dark fuzz, brown eyes blinking back at him expectantly. The little creature looked as if someone had drew a scribble and stuck a pair of googly eyes on it. Eddie approached the cage and the dog followed his move, coming closer towards him. It was a little dog of a thing, little legs sticking out of scraggily fur in varying shades of black and grey. The dog could've been mistaken for the animalistic form of a wise oracle from a game of D&D. 

'This one,' Eddie called out, surprising you and your daughters. You all double backed, not having noticed how far behind Eddie even was. Your gaze followed to what his finger pointed at. Instantly your heart melted. 

'It's this one. We're getting this one,' he insisted again. Iris squinted at the paper attached to the cage as she read it aloud to you all. 

'My name is Marnie. I look older but I'm only two. Please take a chance on me, I'm a quirky girl but full of love.'  

You let out a little sniff, your hand finding Eddie's to squeeze it. Immediately you could recognise exactly why he'd find her, she was a tiny dog version of your husband. It was meant to be. 

'Okay, Dad's word is final. Marnie is the one!' You exclaimed. Eddie's face lit up with glee, heart full that without him explaining it, you just knew why she was special. 

'Thank you sweetheart,' he mouthed silently.  

'Are you sure Dad? Did you not want something a bit bigger?' Sloane questioned. 

'She kind of looks like an ancient wizard...' Maeve remarked, bending down with her hand out, her fingers immediately being licked thoroughly through the metal bars. 

'I'm sure. She's perfect,' Eddie grinned. 

Marnie Munson was inseparable from Eddie. All of his previous concerns went straight out the window the moment he saw her. She fit perfectly into your lives. Completely unbothered by travelling or loud music, Marnie became an honorary roadie for Corroded Coffin. Eddie had her perfectly accessorised, frequently returning home from the shops with a new purchase for her. Matching him perfectly, she wore a studded pink collar and a pink and black bandana. And you're still clueless as to where he found it but in the winter Marnie was kept warm by a knitted Metallica Christmas jumper. Utterly spoilt rotten like all the women in Eddie's life. Clearly, Eddie's title of girl dad was not limited to human daughters. 

ps: i don't know if these books were only in the uk and new zealand but anyway this is how i picture marnie

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[inkwolvesandcoffee]

Just Papa Solomons Things:

Summertime Edition

TH Masterlist

- More sex than usual. At least four times a week, unless he thinks it will impact your health too much or you are on your period.

- I’m not joking and we all know it.

- The man seems like a wolf in rut during the season.

- It’s seriously as if he has puppy fever, mumbling how you’d make the perfect mother and he wants a family with you while delirious with pleasure to a degree he usually isn’t.

- Those types of comments only leaves his lips in summer.

- Along with the effort to keep going until the condom rips if you don’t give in to his pleas to take it off first.

- Werewolf!Alfie would certainly have puppy fever. Imagine the possessive breeding sessions. I… I can’t🥵

- Now, clothes are definitely optional according to Alfie. However, whereas he usually at least keeps on a pair of knickers or jeans (if he really wants to meet you halfway) he’ll be buck-naked from the moment he comes home.

- Speaking of which, he loves coming home to you. Funnily enough, ever since you started dating, Alfie’s become a lot more domestic. It’s that he’s the breadwinner (no pun intended), but he’d be happy to be a house husband.

- Barbecues and vegan cooking galore. Barely an evening passes by whereby you two don’t treat the neighbourhood to delicious smells.

- Rum, tea, and coffee in the yard beneath the pomegranate tree until the sun sets.

- Alfie’s bought you various silk nightgowns and pieces of lingerie. Partially to keep you cool, mostly because he loves how you tend to creep out of your shell whenever you wear it.

- He loves how you’ve grown more comfortable with it, adores it how you’ve grown to love your body. Yourself.

- Beach trips on his days off, which are quite a few. Ollie will literally shoo him out of the bakery if you don’t come get him yourself without having to be prompted by a phone call. The two of you have banded together to combat The Mad Baker of Camden’s workaholic nature.

- And you know he works a lot to provide for you (and save up for a ring), but his health isn’t the best and you dread the prospect of him in a hospital bed.

- So you and Ollie literally force him to take time off.

- Alfie loves it when you put sunscreen on his back, the way you massage it into the damaged skin and help him relieve some of the constant tension his years in the army and running the bakery have left him with.

- If the weather is pleasant enough and his leg’s okay, Alfie likes to take you on day trips by motorcycle. However, if it’s going to be a long one, he’ll simply drive.

- Impromptu overnight stays if you two lose track of time on the days you do go by bike. Can’t have you falling asleep in the backseat, so a hotel it is.

- Alfie likes to make sure there’s a carafe filled with ice water in the bedroom at all times. Partially because his house can get pretty stuffy, being one of those old English houses not built to keep out the summer heat.

- Mostly to keep you hydrated after yet another round of animalistic yet intimate lovemaking.

- On the hottest of the dog days he’ll put a carafe and glass on both your bedside tables.

- If sleep doesn’t come to either of you, you’ll sit in the living room, watching Margate at night.

- Although, occasionally you join Alfie in his midnight baking ventures.

- Slow dancing in the kitchen, especially then.

- Alfie isn’t much of a dancer, but he likes to softly sway with you while you’re waiting for the oven.

- Regardless of the heat, you’ll both have one cup of hot coffee during breakfast to get a proper start on the day. However, ice coffee rules supreme for the hours thereafter.

- Alfie prefers iced vanilla latte or regular latte, having a bit of a sweet tooth. You, on the other hand, like the complete opposite: americano and cold brew.

- Nevertheless, there’s an old saying that opposites attract.

- And that he insist on paying for your caffeine boosts.

- Because he’s your man.

- And what good is a king who can’t provide for his queen?

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#Alfie Solomons #Alfie Solomons imagine #Peaky Blinders #Peaky Blinders Imagine

[arowenc]

The Feline Legacy Challenge

created by Arowen C.

This is my long-awaited legacy challenge based on certain cat breeds. I had a lot of fun writing this challenge and play-testing it. It is for those of you who enjoy storytelling and want a new let's play to do for YouTube.

The Feline Legacy Challenge is a nine-generation challenge (because cats have nine lives) and focuses on specific cat breeds I personally adore in real life and in the game. This legacy challenge is story based, and you may adjust some requirements if you do not have the packs. Unless specifically stated otherwise, do not change the traits, skills, and aspirations.

Click here for the graphics for the challenge.

General Rules and Required Packs

Each sim must own the cat breed that they represent for each generation. Generation One must have an American Longhair as a pet, etc.

You may use money cheats, I will not lie I used them during play testing and there is a 50/50 chance I will use them if I do a let's play. Do not use them excessively but can use them when moving each Generation into their own homes and as gifts occasionally from parents if it fits the storyline I or you create.

There are no set colors for these generations but feel free to use the colors that I chose for the images of each generation. I encourage you to make your own colors for this legacy as I think it is fun to be able to choose.

High School Years are not required, but it is recommended especially for later generations and the first one.

You may adjust some requirements for each generation if you do not have the packs or just do not enjoy the gameplay that is required. As long as it still fits the main storyline I created or is closely related to it, I do not care about what is changed.

The required Expansions and Game Packs are below, and the only stuff pack required is Nifty Knitting

You must complete all skills, aspirations, and careers for each generation unless otherwise stated in the requirements section. If

If the heir of generation dies before you complete the requirements you fail the challenge, unless, the heir already was married and had at least one child. Then you may move onto the next generation or start over the challenge again.

Unless otherwise stated you can marry your sims but be careful to view the rules before doing so.

A Google Docs Link for those of you who do not want to refer to tumblr. Click Here

Gen One: American Longhair

You have always been a child (at heart) and enjoy playing when you have free time. However, you also have a lazy side and nobody can get you to move from the couch after work. You are a smart person and are set to graduate earlier than your twin sibling who spends more time traveling than attending school. You found a cat that was sick one day and took it to the local vet and fell in love with them immediately. Your sibling is allergic to cats, so you have never been able to keep them in your home. Your parent agreed to let you keep them if they stayed in your bedroom and your bedroom only. The cat seems to be your only friend. In high school, you stayed alone because everyone thought you were a nerd and loser compared to your sibling. Once you graduated early, you and your cat moved to a small home near the water. You never revealed to anyone that your favorite pastime is fishing and that living by the water has always been your dream. You are a genius and go to Foxbury University with a distinguished degree in Computer Science. After graduating, you go into Engineering and meet your future partner at your job. You knew you always wanted to have at least three children and needed to meet someone who loves children and loves family.

Requirements:

Graduate early (skip if you do not have High School Years)

Find and adopt a sick cat and make them better

Go to Foxbury with a Distinguished Degree

Go into Engineering and meet your partner there (must have family orientated trait)

Complete the Engineering Career

Have at least two children

Skills, Aspiration, and Traits

Aspiration: Master Angler

Skills: get level ten in Fishing, Programming, and  Robotics

Traits: Genius, Childish, Lazy

Gen Two: Bengal

You were always the adventurous type growing up as a kid and teen. You loved traveling to Mt.Komorebi with some friends during high school and spent most of your time snowboarding and skiing. You are a very active person and love to go on morning jogs before going to work at the hospital as a doctor. Your parents never thought you would make it through University since you spent more time playing basketball or in Mt. Komorebi with your friends. You pushed through and graduated from University with a degree in Biology. As much as you love having your family around, you never dreamed of having a large family. You want to settle down and would love to call Komorebi your home. Living there will give you the best chance at climbing to the top of Mt. Komorebi with your friends or your partner. After climbing that mountain, you settle down and have two kids of your own, who happen to be extremely close in age.

Requirements:

Go to Mt. Komorebi at least three times with friends as a teen

Graduate University with a degree in Biology

Get a job as a Doctor

Jog every morning or every other morning before work

Move from your childhood home or current residence to Komorebi

Settle down with someone you meet on your adventures, at work, or with a friend

Have only two kids that are close in age

Skills, Aspiration, and Traits:

Skills: master skiing or snowboarding, mountain climbing, and fitness

Aspiration: Mt. Komorebi Sightseer

Traits - Cheerful, Active, and Adventurous

Gen Three: Oriental Longhair

You have always been a people person growing up, and your parents never knew where you got it from. Sure, one of your parents was always sociable and played a lot of sports, and the other barely shared those same qualities. You grew up in Mt. Komorebi but want to see the rest of the world. You want to live in a close-knit community, so you settle down in Willow Creek. Before moving to Willow Creek, you move to the big city of San Myshuno where you find comedy as your calling. Going to University was never on your radar and while your parents expressed their distaste for you not going, they supported your decision. The family was never your main focus in life, yes you love yours dearly, but you never really wanted to start one of your own. You have never understood romance but liked to have fun here and there. The city is full of nightclubs means you could go partying on Fridays and hoke up with some people. During one of these hookups, you get pregnant and wake up. No more drinking and no more hooking up with strangers. Instead of having one baby, you end up having twins both of which you love but barely spend time with because you are too focused on your comedy career. You finish your job by the time that you are an adult and decide to move out of San Myshuno into Willow Creek. 

Requirements:

Live in San Myshuno until you’re an adult then move to Willow Creek and live there the rest of your life.

Finish the Comedy Career before you age up into an Adult

Go clubbing every Friday and hook up with at least three people and one of them gets you pregnant.

Have twins and barely spend time with them

Never get married but allow the other parent to see them (when they are children and above)

Complete all skills and aspiration

Skills, Aspiration, and Traits:

Skills: Mischief, Charisma, and Comedy

Traits: Clumsy, Ambitious, and OutGoing

Aspiration: Friend of the World

Gen Four: Burmese

You and your sibling were never close to the parent you primarily lived with, but you enjoyed spending your time with the other one. You moved in with them while you went to University and your other sibling decided to stay behind. Growing up you always loved being around people and had many friends compared to your twin sibling. You love people so much that you decided you want to teach them and go to the University of Britechester to pursue an education degree. You want to educate the generation of tomorrow and hold your future kids to almost unrealistic education standards. You marry shortly after you graduate from University to a person you meet in one of your classes at University. You have always wanted a close-knit family like your parents originally wanted, and have four kids of your own. You live in a townhome in Britechester after not wanting to leave the college town. You always let your children see their grandparents. You have one child who is a child prodigy in either acting, sports, or the arts, and you never let them do what their siblings get to do. You focus all of your attention on them, and it causes some strain and eventually ends in a divorce and your partner taking the other three kids with them. You make sure the one kid who stayed with you (most likely out of here of failing you because of your ridiculous standards) gets at the top of their class and graduates early. 

Requirements: 

Move in with your other parent as a teen

Go to the University of Britechester after graduating

Meet someone and date them until you both graduate and get married

Continue to live in Britechester for the rest of your life

Have four children and focus all of your time on one and make sure they are perfect

Your relationship ends in divorce and the three other kids move out with their other parent

Continue to focus on your one child until they graduate high school and go to college

Complete the Education Career

Skills, Traits, and Aspiration

Skills: Research and Debate, Parenting, and Charisma

Traits: Self-Assured, High Maintenance, and Family Oriented

Aspiration: Successful Lineage

Gen Five: Havana Brown

You never had many friends growing up because you never had time for friendship. Your siblings started to resent you after your parent started to focus all of their time and attention on you and their job. Your parents got a divorce and your other parent and siblings moved out leaving you behind with the viper your parent is. You grew up resenting school but knew if your grades slip, your parent would punish you for it. You focused all of your time on escaping into the worlds of gaming and writing. When you were not doing your school work and your extracurriculars, you wrote or played video games to escape your almost hellish life. Once your graduated and got into University you quickly dropped out and moved far away from your parent in Windenburg. You attempt to make friends by visiting local cafés and spending most of your day writing books. One day you decide to call your older sibling and ask if they want to catch up since you finally escaped your parent's clutches. They agree, and you finally start to get close to them. They help you out by getting you a part-time job as their babysitter (join the babysitting career and pretend you are watching their children). You do that and continue writing books until you get a stable enough income. You eventually meet someone at the café shop and your love of writing and books pulls off. You both rush into marriage as adults and adopt two children sims since you waited too late to get pregnant. You do not hold them up to high standards and give them the life you wish you had. 

Requirements:

Go to University and stay in the housing and drop out after the first week

Move to Windenburg and move beside the cafe or in the neighborhood near it

Spend your days writing books and gaming to make money

Eventually, call up one of your siblings and mend your relationship with them

Start babysitting for them by joining the babysitting career

Continue going to the cafe on your days off and meet someone who is a book lover

Get married after the first date as an adult and adopt two children

Skills, Traits, and Aspiration:

Skills: writing, video gaming, and logic

Traits: Book Lover, Socially Awkward, and Loner

Aspiration: Bestselling-Author

Gen Six: Scottish Fold

You have always been mystified by the stories your adoptive parent made, so mystified indeed that you want to become one of the creatures your parent always writes about. You begin your research into one of these mystical creatures and how to turn into one of them. In your free time, you do a lot of knitting, painting, and crocheting. You are living the true granny lifestyle until you find a way to get the needed materials to turn into the creature you desire. Until then, you do decide to try to meet people in the parks or through old friends in school. You have never been the dating type but would love to have family and settle down with someone even if it just platonically. You find the needed materials to transform into your desired occult and go through the transformation or the trials to become one. Your partner is not the happiest in the world with you, but they support you nonetheless. You have one child, and you love them unconditionally even when they show more love to your parents and partner. 

Requirements:

Become an occult by the time you’re an adult (Alien, Werewolf, Spellcaster, Mermaid, and Vampire (maybe even a plant sim?)

Never have an actual job and only make money from your crafts until you’re an adult then get a part-time job

Meet someone through a friend or at the park

Have one kid and allow your parents to come over weekly

Have a semi-close relationship with them but never anything above your parent's relationship with them

Get married after you turn into an occult

Skills, Traits, and Aspiration

Skills: knitting, cross-stitching, and painting

Traits: one occult-related trait (basically you chose a trait that matches the occult you chose), art lover, and good

Aspiration: Any Aspiration Associated with the Occult you choose, if you chose Alien go with Lord/Lady of the Knits or Painter Extraordinaire

Gen Seven: Abyssinian

You are a mischievous person who has an obsession with all things evil and strange. You always pulled pranks growing up, especially during your teen years. You pranked teachers, other students, and even pranked toilets at any chance you got. (What did the toilets ever do to you? Catch on fire?) As a young adult, you decide to move to Strangerville and join the Criminal Career. You do not feel like you need to complete in the career because you plan on marrying the boss and using their money for your slightly lavish lifestyle. You have four kids and spoiled them greatly. At night, you decide to find the mother plant in Strangerville and defeat it thinking you will get money out of it. You are not very close to your kids but give them everything that they could ever wish for and later on start to rely on them for things because “I gave you all of this now it is my turn.” Which does ruin your relationship with them even further. 

Requirements:

Move to strangerville

Join the criminal career but do not finish it

Marry the highest ranking criminal (may age them down if they are an elder in the game or make your own)

At night when you are not working, focus all of your attention on the Mother Plant

Have three kids shortly after marrying

Spoil them but never have a close relationship

As an adult rely on your kids for money and food (you may move them into the household with who you chose to take over or let them come over anytime they call)

Skills, Traits, and Aspirations:

Skills mischief, handiness, and fitness

Traits: Erratic, Kleptomaniac, and Snob

Aspiration: Strangerville Mystery and for added fun, you may also complete Master of Mischief or Public Enemy

Gen Eight: Sphynx

You were forgotten as the middle child by everyone in your family. Yes, your parents gave you everything you ever wanted but ignored you when you were not begging them for stuff or money. They never paid attention to your fascination with acting, never came to your plays and did not even know you graduated early. You go to University for a degree in Drama with the hopes of becoming a star and living your best life in Del Sol Valley, away from your family. However, that does not work well once your parent finds out you live their and forces you to let them live with you. You reluctantly agree but tell them they have to leave when you meet someone to live the rest of your life with. They agree to leave after you do, and they do not realize how difficult they are making your love life. Once you reveal that your parent lives with you, most of the people you meet decide to not have a second date. You eventually find love on one of the sets of what you are filming. You parent leaves once your love interest moves in with you and you never hear from her again. You decide to distance yourself and focus on your relationship and career. Quickly achieving a five-star (or four) level and moving into a mansion (you can cheat the money to buy the home, pretend it was a gift from the agency). You and your new partner decide to start a small family and have two kids. You attempt to show them the love your parents gave you without spoiling them.

Requirements:

Must be the middle kid

Move to Del Sol Valley to attend University (it is better if you do not live on campus tbh)

Get your degree and start in the acting career

Invite your parent to move in with you and let them stay

Find a partner at a film set

Get married to them and make your parent leave

Have two kids

Complete the Acting Career and at least become a 4-Star Celebrity

Skills, Traits, and Aspiration

Skills: acting, singing, and you can choose depending on what gigs you want to continue doing (you do not have to fully complete the one you choose but have to complete acting and singing)

Traits: Outgoing, Music Lover, and Self-Absorbed

Aspiration: World-Famous Celebrity (do not have to complete unless you are on a good track with celebrity levels)

Gen Nine: Siamese

You love a relaxed lifestyle and you learned to appreciate both yourself and the planet. After living in Del Sol Valley your entire childhood you are ready to move on. You decide to move to Evergreen Harbor and notice how much the area has been polluted. You make it your goal to heal your neighborhood from the pollution before you decide to start a family. You have on and off again relationships which led to you (or the person that you were with) getting pregnant. You spend a lot of time gardening, keeping bees and other bugs, living the simple life, and going off the grid. You believe you can make your family sustainable without having to rely on the town's power and water. You live your best life helping the planet, caring for your kid, and dumpster diving. You love crafting your own furniture and finding someone who also shares the same love. You believe marriage is a money making scheme and never get married and your partner accepts that. Most of the main furniture in your home is crafted by you or your partner. You make your own drinks and sell your stuff every Saturday in front of your home. You decide to have one more kid to give your oldest someone to hang out with because you notice they are having issues making friends. By the end of your adulthood (or young adult if you speed run) you make your neighborhood green again. 

Requirements:

Move to Evergreen Harbor

Do not join any careers and make your money selling crops, honey, and other resources (you may join the freelancer job)

Must have the Off the Grid and Simple Living Lot Challenges

Get pregnant or get someone else pregnant and raise them alone

Meet someone who also loves making things (must have Maker Trait)

Furnish your home with at least 15 Fabricated Items

Have one more child and never get married

Get your neighborhoods Eco-Footprint to green

Skills, Traits, and Aspiration

Skills: gardening, fabrication, and handiness

Traits: Maker, Green Friend, and Freegan

Aspiration: Master Maker

#FelineLegacyChallenge #sims 4 #sims 4 legacy challenge #the sims #gaming #simblr #maxis match #new simblr #ts4 #ts4 gameplay #sims 4 gameplay #the sims 4 legacy #ts4 legacy #ArowensFelineLegacyChallenge

[bonefall]

what's "swallow" (as in the bird) in clanmew?

There are three words for Swallow in Clanmew! This is because there are three major species they encounter in this family. But, it must be noted that there are five birds in this Clanmew family, and six new words in this entry.

Clan cats believe that swallows, martins, nightjars, and swifts are all in the same classification.

Yioobeo = Martlet.

Yioobeo is the generic term for these birds. This is best translated into English as a heraldic animal, because these birds are so far apart cladistically that there is no proper term that links them. "Martlets" are all admired by Clan cats because of their incredible flying abilities, and this 'family' is defined by it.

Some of these are counted as songbirds (Fancy), and others as gamebirds (Game). Most are songbirds in some way. However, they are never taken when they are nesting unless it's an emergency. Many martlets create complex social dens, just like a Clan cat, and to attack them near their "camp" is said to invoke the bad luck of another Clan coming to attack yours.

Common House Martin (Delichon urbicum) = Chrir

A white and brown-black bird with a shiny blue-black cape, which tends to construct elaborate nests on human structures. They collect mud and stabilize them against bridges, houses, and caves. They're more solitary compared to other martlets, and produce lots of chicks in a relatively short span of time.

As such, a Chrir is seen as game.

Barn Swallow (Hirundo rustica) = Eeich

The most common swallow to see; a blue-black and white bird with a distinct red face. Their nests have more string, hair, and sticks than a Chrir's, which is pure mud. Eeich return to these nests every year, in the same groups.

Associated with the start of summer and the male's long, streaming tail feathers, the flight of swallows is a joy for Clan cats to witness. They do nearly everything in flight, drinking, eating, and even bathing.

Eeich are considered fancies, or "songbirds," a bird of cultural significance that is dishonorable to hunt.

Sand Martin (Riparia riparia) = Byyrbe

Dull-colored but industrious birds who create "apartment complexes" in sandy riverbanks. This is the swallow that RiverClan sees the most, and they are beloved for eating river midges.

RiverClan cats consider Byyrbe to be fancies, where other Clans see them as game. This is both because RiverClan doesn't typically eat birds to begin with, and their pest-control abilities are highly valued.

Nightjar (Caprimulgus europaeus) = Gyygr

A large, nocturnal bird with a churning, somber sound. Their song is considered mystical. Unlike other birds, you cannot follow a Nightjar's song to the animal that is singing.

This is because the nightjar itself is capable of simple ventriloquism, turning its head as it sings. They also never sing while they're in flight, males perching to camouflage themselves before doing so.

Pair this with the fact that they are ground-nesters who prefer moorland, and it's easy to understand why they're so highly revered in WindClan. It is thought that they were given a song by StarClan itself to help them defend their families, and for this purpose, they are considered Fancies. Dishonorable birds to kill.

Swift (Apus apus) = Wheer

Important to remember that a swift (bird) and the attribute of quickness (prriprra) are two different things in Clanmew! And, if you were wondering, Swiftpaw's name was Wheerpwyyr. He was named for the bird.

This is because the swift is the fastest flying bird in this area, and almost NEVER stops flying. Its legs are so small that they aren't even noticeable while they're in flight. A swift eat, sleeps, and breeds in the air, only ever stopping to lay their eggs. There are even birds who can spend years of their lives without touching the ground.

All martlets are known for being fantastic fliers, but the swift is above all other members of the group in the eyes of Clan cats. To kill a swift is the sort of thing that is never done unless you are explicitly commanded to catch one, as part of some task from your leader or a starvation scenario.

#Clanmew

[stillxnunpxidintern]

Steddie x Reader Imagine - Furry Additions

The three of you had been living together for nearly a year, and dating for longer, when the idea of adding a furry companion to the family was brought up.

Steve suggested getting dog, a medium to large breed of dog, while Eddie was on the opposite end and saying that a cat would be better. You had grown up with both cats and dogs, so you weren't bothered as to what you got.

Both of them went back and forth, arguing for and against for having a cat and dog. You just sat there watching them, kind of wishing you had some popcorn for this show.

It took a few days for them to finally come to the agreement, and that was to get a dog. The one terms that Eddie gave and would not move on, was that the dog had to come from a shelter, so you could give it a new home and family. Steve and you were more than happy with that term.

It was about a month later when you all visited the local shelter and found the one or rather the dog picked you all.

It was a 3 year old male, Golden Retriever, that was re-named Scoops. It took him about a week to mostly get to settle but as soon he was, it felt like he had always been here.

Getting used to his new name took him while to get to use, what was understandable.

When he was out, having his walks, running around like a mad man or around any body of water, it was like he had unlimited energy but as soon as he was home, he just flopped down and didn't move unless it was for food.

About 2-3 months after getting Scoops, after a gig Eddie had arrived home with a very soaked and dirty black kitten who had two white socks on its front paws and white patch at the base of its tail. The kitten was in between his top and jacket, trying to keep the poor thing warm.

While you went to grab towels for Eddie and the kitten, Steve moved Scoops in the kitchen for a little while. You got the kitten dried and placed in the bathtub overnight, so it couldn't pass anything it could possibly have on till it taken to the vets in the morning.

The whole night the kitten was meowing and crying. Scoops slept by the bathroom door, but was a good boy and didn't try to get in when ever the door was open.

The following afternoon, when Eddie brought the little thing home from the vets, he said that it was given a good bill of health, had been given it shots, that it was a girl and about 16 weeks old. The vet had said she most likely the runt of the littler cause of her size.

When asked what he had name her, he grinned and announced that her name was Slayer.

Once Scoops was allowed to meet Slayer, they were instant friends. Slayer could always been found curled up in to Scoops on cold nights and morning. If it was a sunny day then they would both be sunbathing.

While Steve was Scoops favourite person who took him for long runs and let him jump into water, then Eddie's was Slayer, cause if she wasn't with her doggy brother, then she was either hanging or laying across Eddie shoulders, something that had started a few days after she was officially brought home.

However if you were all on the couch together, then both cat and dog would laying across you, not paying any attention to either Steve or Eddie, what your found hilarious cause not even food or treats would move them if they laying on you.

If it was just Steve and Eddie on the couch, then for some reason, Slayer would be curled up in Steve lap, while Scoops would be laying across Eddie legs.

About 5 months after Slayer joined the family, You were wondering around with Scoops, giving him a walk, you noticed that there was an ad of Corgi pup being given away, due to a family loss. While you were wary of the it, you went to investigate it with Scoops.

You headed to address that was given and speak to person who put the ad up, who was a woman in mid-40s. You found out that her mother had passed very suddenly and had male Corgi puppy that was about 8 months old. The woman was unable to took take care of the puppy so was looking for a new home.

As soon as both you and Scoops saw the little pup, you were both smitten. Scoops was sniffing and licking the pup, making little whining noise and stamping his feet, what he did when he got excited.

You decided there you were gonna take this little guy home, worrying about Steve and Eddie reactions later. You offered to give them some money but they declined just wanting to him a good home and life.

When asked what the pups name, the woman said her mother named him, Ozzy, cause when she went to get him, he was trying to bit the head of bat toy off, and her mother went with Ozzy after remembering how Ozzy Osbourne bit the head of a bat off.

That made you giggle, and told her that he was defiantly gonna fit in with new his family just fine with that name.

You promised to come back later with your car to pick up Ozzy and his stuff, once Scoops was taken home. It was hour and half later before you came to pick up Ozzy.

The woman gave Ozzy lots of kisses and cuddles, while she said goodbye to him. You told her that he was gonna be running rings around you all and was gonna be as spoilt as his brother and sister were.

To say that Eddie and Steve were surprised to find a Ozzy waiting at home, was a little bit of understatement but they came around pretty quickly, Eddie was first when he heard how Ozzy got his name, with Steve however it was once he knew of the situation and the cuteness that Ozzy, Scoops and Slayer were giving, playing together, that he caved.

You apologised with a small grinned, but you said that you all each had a pet now to choose from, but somehow when all three of you were on couch, you still had them on you.

All of your friends and family loved the furry kids. Robin had given Scoops an a Scoops Ahoy hat, that she had found somewhere and he looked so cute in it, she was trying to find a proper outfit for him.

Slayer only wore a collar, anything else and your life was at risk, Steve had tried to put a bandana on her, to match with Eddie, and it looked like he could of been in a horror movie.

Ozzy was the one who could be put into anything and not borthed by it, he had a metal outfit that Eddie had made, as well as a few others.

You all decided that three pets were enough for the moment.

#Eddie Munson #Steve Harrington #Reader #Eddie Munson x Reader #Steve Harrington x Reader #Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson #Steddie x Reader #Steve Harrington x Reader x Eddie Munson #Stranger Things #Stranger Things Imagine

[laura-the-mellifluous]

Pokémon Speculation

I'm sure that someone else thought of this, but I really don't want to spend the time running through various Reddit threads and youtube videos unless I have to.

So, the Unova/Isshu region has a lot of Pokémon species based off animals from the African savannah, South American rainforests, and Indonesian jungles. These are areas in our world where the corresponding animals are critically endangered. Some examples:

Minccino = Chinchillas, which are hunted for their fur and kept as pets. Some species are still critically endangered.

Darmanitan = Orangutans (duh), who have lost much of their natural habitat and now only live in Borneo and Sumatra. They are also critically endangered.

Zebstrika = the Grevy's Zebra, which is (you guessed it) endangered. There was once a Zebra variety called Quaggas that humans drove to extinction. We've attempted to bring it back with breeding to mixed results.

I could go on, but there's more...

Unova is also based on New York City and is one of the more developed Pokémon regions in terms of urbanization. It also is a Pokémon region where the local species are largely protected from outside, "invasive" species (to the point that the developers clearly scrapped having a Tauros and Luvdisc evolution and thought we wouldn't notice).

Really?

My speculation is that at some point in Unova's ancient past, it had a thriving savannah and jungle ecosystem and that the indigenous people there lived in relative harmony with the land. Sigilyph, Golerk, and Yamask echo the art and folklore of different ancient tribes from the Middle East to support this theory.

Golurk and Sigilyph both have Pokedex entries about protecting ancient civilizations, while Yamask wanders the ruins of ancient cities. Yamask is even said to be a dead human reincarnated into a Pokemon, possibly from these tribes(!)

Around 2500 years ago, the back story of the two brothers and the great dragon occurred, and ultimately, Unova was left open to urbanization after the split. Foreign humans started settling the land with more dangerous technology than the native Unovans (both human and Pokémon) could keep up with, and their urban sprawl destroyed many of the lush habitats there. As more and more people came to the area, they also brought in Pokémon that were not native to Unova, which had already adapted to blend in with human technology and likely assist their trainers in their destruction. Many Pokémon species were either driven to extinction or bred with compatible species to produce new variations, at the cost of never being able to gain their original forms back. Ancient Unova and its ecosystem was destroyed.

You can't tell me that these Pokémon are naturally adapted to a savannah or jungle environment. They were either invasive species or they rapidly adapted through crossbreeding to survive in the new urban sprawl.

This speculative history would reflect that of both the United States' and Japanese colonization. It would also explain why, in modern times, there is so much concern for Pokémon - particularly the native Unovan ones - and their wellbeing. These Pokémon are all that's left of a once diverse and wild ecosystem, and the people pf Unova overwhelmingly want to keep them from harm. This makes them susceptible to extremists who weaponize their righteous passion; enter Team Plasma.

#hellyeahlegendsunova

@franki-lew-yo

@thebigdeepcheatsy

#pokemon theory #unova #fandom essay #colonial violence #endangered animals

[romana-after-dark]

Ghost of You: Chapter 5

Ellie Miller & Joel Miller

ft. Tommy Miller, Lorenzo and Zach Aleverano

Masterlist

Summary: 16 years after her mom and dad's death, Ellie is finding her place in Jackson, being raised by her Uncle Tommy with the help of her uncle's Lorenzo and Zach. She loves them, but can't help but feel stifled. Soon, she finds out her suspicions were true, and her uncles have been lying to her. Will Ellie learn the truth? Can she trust anyone in this situation?

Takes place after The Wrong Way, but if you havn't read that series (too dark for you, too long, etc) you can read this. Since it's through Ellie's perspective, you can discover the truth alongside her.

DARK FIC! This is a dark!Joel, with canon typical violence and extra on the Joel. Anything discussed or shown in TWW is liable to be discussed here. There will be violence, but no shown sexual violence. Although this Joel is very dark, he is NOT DARK TO ELLIE. None of the things that happened to Ellie's mom are applicable to Ellie, but will be discussed.

Content warnings for entire series, not chapter by chapter unless more is added.

Talk/mentions/discussions of post rape, molestation, torture, violence, branding, forced breeding, major age gap (early 20's to later 40's), death. Child endangerment, major character death, murder, homophobic remarks, minor hate crime, manipulation, identity crisis.

Extra warning for depiction of death and detailing of everything that was done to Ellie's mom. I'm kinda iffy on whether I liked how the reality was told to Ellie. If you read TWW you know this all already so maybe you think this boring to recount it all but I needed Ellie to get the full truth and I have readers on AO3 who havnt read TWW so they need to know the gravity of the situation the same way we do. Sorry if its repetitive but maybe it's interesting to have different perspective. I don't have Ellie's reaction to each bit of info but In my head imagining a flashback cut with scenes from TWW like a movie XD

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She was coming home late. Again. Ellie had attended Jack’s funeral and stuck around long enough to talk a little with Maura and June before heading out to see Joel. Her aunt’s lied, but not as extensively and often as her uncle’s who were a part of her day to day life, forming her identity that was now in shambles, the identity that was beginning to be wrapped around Joel. She would be a raider, she would be a protector, a provider, she would be her dad’s right hand man and take over for him when he could no longer.

It was exhausting, all of it. Joel had been taking her on a few trips to collect payment, trips that had gone smoothly and Joel explained how the protection worked, the parameters, how he dispersed his men. He even took her out with him to bring food to a family. She saw the good he was doing, she saw the joy in the little boy’s face. It was going good.

But she was tired. School started back up again; her last year, technically, although she wasn’t going to stay very long. Once Joel had promised her a place to live, Ellie had already mentally left. It was just a matter of leaving. She never spoke to Tommy outside of him informing her when the funeral was, she wouldn’t miss him, she insisted to herself. After cremating Jack’s body, it took nearly two weeks to do an actual funeral since it was bailing season. The crops don’t stop for mourning, and the crops are needed to live. Ellie would miss Lorenzo and Zach, she could admit that to herself, even a little bit… Dina was who was hard to leave.

“Hey Ellie belly” Lorenzo’s voice in the darkness.

“Jesus” She jumped, turning to see a vague outline of her uncle on the porch in the moon light. “We have lights here. You don’t have to lurk in the dark”

She heard him chuckle, muttering “fair enough” before turning the porch light on. “Attracts mosquitoes” He reasoned. “But I suppose mosquito season’s winding down.”

Ellie shrugged, then moved to get back in her house.

Lorenzo called to her. “Elles, c’mon. Sit with me a bit? It’s been a long day…” Now that the light was on, she could see his wrecked state. Blunt in one hand, Tommy’s moonshine in another, the lamplight reflecting off his wet face.

And Ellie felt bad. Bad enough and tired enough from the constant balance of school, work, Joel that she didn’t have it in here to fight tonight.

She stepped up on the porch, sitting on the chair and Lorenzo poured her a cup of moonshine. “Don’t tell your dad”

“He’s not my dad” Ellie glared at him, but Lorenzo just rolled his eyes.

“Sure, Ellie belly.” He took a sip before sighing. Lorenzo was wasted. “I’ve missed you, kid, I know you’re going through something, and that’s okay. We’ve all been there, to some extent. As long as you don’t have a crisis and join the army like Tommy, you’ll be okay.

Ellie couldn’t help but laugh at that. She hadn’t joined the army, but she doubted Lorenzo would be thrilled at what she did join. “Well, I won’t join the army, I can promise you that.”

“You’re a good kid, Ellie.” Lorenzo told her before they fell into a comfortable silence, taking a drink, then a hit, then a drink, then a hit…

It was nice out, a cool late summer night, the sounds of people on mainstreet still partying into the wee hours. It was well deserved. Everyone that was able bodied helped with bailing and harvest, even the ones who were too young to have jobs yet. It was necessary for survival. But after working hard, the town of Jackson played hard too. Ellie wanted to incorporate something like this into Joel’s regime, something Joel liked the sound of. He didn’t know much about farm work,  but said for a while, Ellie’s mom had a mini farm going a garden ig enough to feed his men and often donate to other families. She had chickens, sheep, a few pigs, and talked about getting cattle one day. Joel said he thought Ellie could do it, starting small like her mom and working her way bigger, providing employment to families who needed it. He had even gotten to work rebuilding the chicken coupe her mom used. It would be good. Ellie would do good. She cared about people.

“They tell you what they found on Jack’s body?” Lorenzo’s voice broke Ellie out of her thoughts.

“Huh?” She said, still tired and a bit dazed from her drink. Lorenzo was slouched in his chair, looking over the railing of his porch. Looking right past her.

“Jack. That found initials on his body… carved into his skin.”

Suddenly, Ellie was thrust back to the day she watched the man die in front of her, when she walked away and Joel stayed behind a moment… ‘Always take credit for what you do, Ellie June. Never hide in the shadows.’ “Why… why are you telling me this…”

Lorenzo looked about as dazed as Ellie felt eyes glazed over “Just reminded me of your dad, is all.”

That familiar cold chill, the flush she felt on her cheeks… what was he talking about? What was he doing? “You never… you never talk about my dad.”

His eyes met hers, and he didn’t look like Lorenzo… he looked tired, he looked sad, he looked so unlike her fun loving uncle she had adored months ago. Something was wrong. Something was really fucking wrong. 

“Didn’t wanna lie to you, Ellie belly. I know I technically did, ly’n by omission, but I never told you no lies…”

Despite the chill on her skin, all Ellie could feel was the heat at her skin. She would not have a panic attack, she would not pass out, she would hear what he was going to tell hear. She held his eyes. “Were the others lying?” She asked, heat rate picking up, the aggressive rise and fall of her chest would give away the anxiety she felt if Lorenzo wasn’t three sheets to the wind.

Lorenzo gave a dry laugh, looking away again. “You know damn well we have. You’ve been saying it for a while.” He leaned his head back, looking up at the night sky above him.

Leaning forward, resting her arms on her knees. “Renzo.” She tried to get his attention. “I need you to look at me.” Lorenzo did as she said, a distinct sadness wrinkling in his aging face. “You need to tell me what they lied about.”

“You think you’re ready?” His tone was serious, dark and a warning that she may not like what she heard. But if Lorenzo never lied, she could trust him, right? Or should he trust Joel? Or should she trust Tommy? Everything was a mess, and she admitted, perhaps for the first time, she didn’t buy Joel’s answer when she asked him about Jack. A seed of doubt had been planted, and Lorenzo was watering it. Drunk, however, she bet she could get the truth out of him. 

Ellie pulled her chair closer to her uncle. “Tell me everything”

He stared at her, a cold expression but warmth in his eyes. Even when they fought, she was never scared of him. Lorenzo loved her, and fuck if she didn’t love him too. She needed to know the truth, even if it made the ones she loved look bad.

“Your dad is a alive, and he is a horrible, evil man.” Hell of a way to start. Lorenzo leaned in closer, wobbling a bit but coherent nonetheless. “You ready for a story? Because your aunts and uncles sure told you a good one. I was there when Tommy and Zach planned it out. Zach could’ve been a writer in another life.” He gave a wry laugh, but the sparkle in his eye briefly returned. He loved his husband. “I’m gonna tell you everything I know, because I think you deserve to understand where you came from, even if it ain’t the fairytale you were given. You think you can handle that?”

Ellie was growing frustrated. “Tell me!”

And god, did he ever.

“Your mom was twenty years old when your grandpa sold her to Joel. He was behind on payment he owed Joel- I should backtrack, your dad, uncle tommy and me were all raiders. We aint proud of it, but it’s what happened. I wasn’t there when this happened yet, but this is what Tommy told me- anyway, your grandpa molested your mom, but she remained a virgin so he told that to Joel. Joel became obsessed, taking your mom off to his house where Tommy, him, and other members lived. Tommy and your mom… well, there’s a lot there, a lot I think Tommy should have a chance to explain it better himself. But they were good friends. For months, your mom endured rape and torture from Joel, the only reason she lived is because Tommy did his best to take care of her. Zach… for a long time, Zach didn’t like Tommy, ‘bout killed him in a fight, blaming him for not helping her but…” Tommy shook his head as if trying to get images out of his mind. “Your mom was so twisted up by the end, she didn’t know which way was up. Another raider, not me, not Tommy and not Jack, his name was Nick.

“He raped your mom, and when she finally told Tommy, and Tommy told Joel, Joel skinned him alive. With your pocket knife actually. I think that’s when things changed for her. Joel has this way about him, this ability to manipulate. It didn’t matter that Joel raped your mom too, that he branded her after she tried to escape the first time, that he kidnapped her and tried to kill Zach, no, he had protected her from Nick and he had these moments of gentleness… your mom fell in love. Well. whatever version of love you could have in those circumstances.”

Ellie was fighting for her life, trying to stay conscious, not panic, not lack out… she needed to know the truth… but Joel? Her Joel? Her dad? She was a product of rape? Branding? Jesus, how many horrors had her mom endured in her short life? Ellie urged him on.

“How did she die?” Her voice was flat and numb.

“Honestly, I think she was slowly dying the whole time. Even after things calmed down, when Joel treated her better… she was dying. After Nick was killed, I was moved up, and your uncle Zach hired me to give everyone food poisoning so he could rescue her… that’s how we met, actually… your mom refused. She was convinced that Joel was the safest option for me.”

“What? Why? That makes no sense!”

Lorenzo sighed, scrubbing his face. “I know, Ellie, I know. Listen, in the beginning I didn’t really get it either, I still don’t, not really, but… I think it’s one of those things you can never truly understand unless you’re there. Like I said, your mom was sexually abused her whole life, your grandpa allowing men to beat her and sexually assault her in other ways outside of sex, Zach and June were the only kindness she’d known since her own mom died… Joel provided for her, food, protection, warmth, and company. She got to know a lot of the guys in the house, Tommy, Jack… later on, me. Joel wasn’t hurting her anymore, it was better than the life she knew outside that house. Anyway, Joel found out Tommy was fucking around with Maria back then and almost killed him, your mom stepped in, and Joel put a gun to her head, said if she didn’t kill tommy, he’d kill her. I think that’s why Tommy felt so indebted to her… she refused to kill him. In the end, Joel let them both live, kicking Tommy out. A few weeks later, she figured out she was pregnant and I think a flip switched in Joel. What they told you about Sarah, that’s all true. I think he thought he could bring Sarah back in some way… That’s when your mom and I got close. Everything was going relatively well for a few months, but when your mom was 8 months pregnant, I don’t know what she said that set Joel off but” He closed his eyes tightly. The memory was clearly painful to him. “He freaked out on her, beating her in the kitchen. She started screaming for Tommy and… god, I can never get that sound out of my head, I hear it in my sleep sometimes. I was frozen, I should’ve helped her but… Joel, when he’s on a rampage… he’ll kill anyone and everyone in his path but that’s not an excuse. She was an innocent pregnant woman and Joel was trying to kill her.” He opened his eyes again, tears glistening in the artificial light. “Completely innocent. Never done a thing wrong in her life, but I can’t think of anything a woman could do to deserve what was done to her that year. What’s done is done, I guess. But he took her out to tree, tying up a noose around her neck as they stood on a chair, threatening to kick it out from under her; he had her on her tippy toes, gasping for air as he was screaming how pathetic she is, a bad mom, her kid and Joel didn’t deserve her… jesus.

“It was when he walked away, leaving her up there and telling us that anyone that helped her would be killed, Jack and I got her down. She was concussed, so we had to practically carry her inside the house. That’s how I got these” Lorenzo lifted up his shirt to reveal the bullet wound Ellie knew already but didn’t know the cause behind, then pointed to the familiar scar on his forehead. “Joel pistol whipped me and shot me. It was a few days later Jack found our mom trying to leave. I took her to Jackson, Jack went to get Zach and June and Maura. We found Tommy, and he set out with her to get your mom and you to Boston. Well, Joel found them. He always would, I suppose, the man is obsessed, relentless, so convince he owned her, that she was his wife despite being what, 20? 25 years older than her? Something like that? Whatever. Tommy tried to fight him, your mom ran for it, but the trauma sent her into early labor. That girl ran for her life from Joel and a goddamn infected 8 months pregnant and still recovering from a beating and a concussion, to save you. With the knife she took off of Nicks dead body, she killed the infect while giving birth to you.” A light, disbelieving chuckle. “She was incredible. I know Tommy and Joel and Zach thought she was helpless, but she was so strong, her ability to protect you was incredible. She did it all for you, Ellie Miller. All for you. Thing was, she had gotten infected. She gave birth to you and was bit right after.” 

That was something that remained true in everyone's story, Tommy’s and Joel’s. Her mom was dead, and it was because of an infected.

“Tommy found you and her first, then Joel. Tommy shot Joel in the fight, but I guess he couldn’t make a kill shot…” Lorenzo rolled his eyes, slouching on the chair more and more, hsi eyes drooping. “In the end, Joel let Tommy have you. I think, maybe, some part of Joel did care for your mom… and Zach will disagree, but Tommy and I agree that he loved you. He loved Sarah, and he loved you. That’s why he let you go. Joel was the one to klil her. Hm. I was always gonna end like that, I think, Joel was always going to take her last breath, it was just a matter of how and when. But your mom fought, Ellie, she fought for you, for your life, for your freedom. That’s why I’m telling you this” His eyes were closed now, voice muttering. “Whatever’s going on, you need to know her and Tommy fought for you, and Tommy loves you. He doesn’t love you like his own, you are his own, there's no doubt in my head. We all love you, Ellie... So fucking much.” A light snore, and her chance to ask any questions was gone.

Ellie had to get home. She had to go home and get into bed… It wasn’t that she couldn’t believe Lorenzo… she couldn’t believe anyone.

She got up and shook him. “Lorenzo. Lorenzo!” He stirred. She just had one question, one thing she needed to know… “What was on Jack’s body? The initials”

Lorenzo was mutter incomprehensibly, and Ellie, in a panic, slapped him, his eyes shooting wide awake for a moment. “Huh?”

“Renzo! What were the goddamn initials on Jack!”

He began to fade out again, closing his eyes and mumbling what she already was pretty sure she knew. “J.M.”

“Zach!” She called, and her other uncle came outside to check on her. Ellie just told him Lorenzo fell asleep, and that she needed to go to bed. Zach took care of him. He always did. The way Zach always took care of her.

How stupid of her to doubt her family. The men who had done nothing but protect her, nurture her, make her laugh… but Joel was her family too, wasn’t he? She was almost certain Lorenzo was telling the truth… but if he was…

Ellie was in too deep with Joel. Joel had shown her private details, where he lived, patrol routes, what lands were his and how exactly he did things. She SAW HIM kill… How was she supposed to get out of this? Joel was a murderer and rapist, a woman beater who had no qualms attempting to kill his pregnant wife he claimed to love, and almost killed Tommy, his own brother… Ellie stumbled back to her house, barely shutting the door before she braced herself on a pillar in her home, hand on her chest, panting. It was coming, that tight feeling in her chest again.. Breath in, breath out, breath in, breath out. She was trapped. She got entangled with a violent rapist, how did she not see this? How did she fall for it so quickly, so easily? He was so calm, so steady, so patient. Joel never pushed her, never made her feel worried. Was he grooming her? Would she fall victim to the same horrors her mom had? But she couldn’t leave… Joel would kill her… she suddenly felt like she understood why her mom couldn’t leave Joel… and that was solidified a week later when she still found herself going with Joel, unable to tell him no… She was too goddamn scared. Scared of him, scared of losing him… she wasn’t sure which.

Joel noticed her change in demeanor, but Ellie chalked it up to Jack’s death bothering her, which Joel seemed to buy. It wasn’t until a simple debt collection went wrong that Ellie knew she had to do something.

It was just meant to be Joel checking in on a debt, a farmer owed him but he said his kid had been sick and he had to trade for medicine. Ellie could see a few children in the house from where the father stood protectively at the door way, attempting to shoo away a girl not much older than she was away from the door. Ellie thought how similar this scenario was to the one Lorenzo had told her, the reality of how her mom came into Joel’s life… Would the father offer the girl to Joel? Is that a normal thing to do, sell your child for a night or for a lifetime to get out of problems? No. No way. There was no reality in which Tommy would do that, no version of Tommy that would do that to her, Tommy would die before he let someone hurt her… so why had she barely said a word to him in months? Ellie watched as the man tried to bargain, the interaction growing more and more heated until the man was yelling at Joel, calling him a cruel bastard before turning to Ellie.

“And just who is she? Another child bride? Jesus Joel, how old is she, 13? What the fuck is wrong with you, you goddamn freak- AH!” The man’s words were cut short, his scream matched by his daughter’s and Ellie’s. She watched as the man writhed and jolted in pain, hsi three children surrendering him as the eldest daughter cried out for her dad and tried to save him and he gurgled up blood

Joel, for his part, walked away, pulling Ellie along with him. “C’mon, you don't need to see that.”

“But- but- you shot him…” She gapped, even with the revelation of what Joel was, it was difficult for Ellie to reconcile the man she new with the man who had killed a father in cold blood and was currently pulling her away like it was nothing.

Ellie went with the motions, allowing Joel to practically pull her up onto the horse with him, protesting that no, they should help him they can’t just leave the family, Joel ignoring her as he sets the horse off in a run; the voices of the crying children and horrific sounds of the man slowly dying fading off behind them.

When they stopped, Ellie stumbled off the horse, only managing to walk a few step before spilling the contents of her stomach onto the ground. Joel was quickly at her side, but she jumped away at the feeling of Joel’s hand on her back

“Hey, hey it’s okay baby girl, I know that was a lot”

“You shot him!” She shouted, still bent over and spitting out the stomach bile. She could smell it, the stench permeating and adding to her own nausea. Ellie heaved again, her heart racing at the horrors she just saw. This was worse, so much worse than Jack’s death. Jack’s death was execution style. Quick. This man… she watched blood spill out of his mouth, his body twitching and wriggling in the arms of his family as he bled out; she had smelled the copper in the air.

“Ellie June, look at me, look at me baby girl. It’s me.” Joel held her shoulders, the concern so deep in his eyes… even after it all, she couldn’t doubt that he worried for her. “He was going for his gun, okay? He had a gun on his belt.”

She shook her head. “No, no I didn’t see a gun… he didn’t reach for-”

“Hey” he interrupted her, a gentle hand on her face, the sleeve of his shirt tenderly cleaning of the puke. “I wouldn’t lie to you Ellie June. That was a tense situation back there, you were probably worried, right?”

Ellie nodded. She was, she was really worried, she had been all week…

“Okay, so when you’re worried, when you begin panicking, you don’t notice things, things just get a little blurry. I know. When I used to get panic attacks, everything just faded away. But you gotta train yourself, Ellie. You’re young, you’re new to this, it’s okay. You’ve never had to worry about whether someone has a gun or not. Someone’s always been there to protect you, havn’t they? Right. That’s what I’m here for. You didn’t know there was a gun, you didn’t know he was reaching because you didn’t have to. It’s my job to protect you, Ellie June. You just didn’t notice, is all. But that’s okay, I’ll teach you, I’ll teach you to defend yourself, okay?”

… did she miss it? Had he really had a gun? Was he going to shoot Joel or Ellie…? Maybe Joel was right. She wasn’t trained for this, trained to spot it. Had Lorenzo lied? No, Lorenzo was honest… but that was his version of events. He admitted himself he didn’t come into the picture until what? Halfway through? What if Lorenzo just didn’t see the full picture like Ellie didn’t just now? 

She didn’t know what to think anymore, her doubt was with everyone, she couldn’t even trust her own reality, her own perception… Maybe Lorenzo had been lying? Joel was right, she wasn’t trained to observe… If she couldn’t trust herself, she could trust her dad… right?

When Ellie left, Joel offered to ride with her closer this time, it might be a risk but she had clearly had a shock. Ellie declined. Joel had taken her back to his place as he usually did, fed her, made sure she had what she needed or wanted before riding back with her. Ellie suggested he part from her a bit sooner rather than later, citing that after Jack’s murder, patrols have ramped up. Joel once again asked when she was moving in, and Ellie just said she has to figure out how to tell Dina, which he seemed to accept, sending her on her way with some supplies Ellie asked for, wanting to trade around town a bit. Joel never questioned when she wanted something.

He never had a reason to.

But he should’ve. As soon as she was sure he was away, the darkness on the edge of town masking him from the people who assumed he was long gone, Ellie quickly made her way back to the old farmhouse she had been to with Joel. Gathering up all her courage, Ellie knocked on the door. It was silent, but there was someone in there. Ellie attempted to deepen her voice. “Open up! I work for Joel!”

Quickly, there was movement, a scurrying and whispering to hide before the young girl from before opened up. “You. What do you want? We have nothing!” She had clearly been crying.

“I need to see your fathers body.”

She laughed in her face. “Why, you need a souvenir? Your psycho husband need proof that he’s dead or something?”

Ellie didn’t have time for this. She bypassed the husband comment about her dad and pushed through the girl, finding the man’s dead body on the ground, cleaned up.

There was no gun. 

Thus no reason for him to be dead except Joel’ anger.

Ellie remembered standing there for a while as the girl tried to keep the younger kids away, the familiar eeeeeeee in her ears that had become all too common. She remember throwing off her backpack and mumbling that it’s for them, the supplies and food Joel had given her to ‘trade’. Ellie didn’t need to trade, Tommy got her anything she needed. If Tommy couldn’t figure it out, Lorenzo or Zach would. She wanted for nothing. She had everything she needed in her uncles whose only sin was lying, and after learning the truth, could she blame them? She was conceived out of rape an violence, no wonder Joel saw violence in her heart, no wonder Joel thought she was capable of being a raider. He had deluded her reality into thinking that no, he wasn’t a bad man, he was a leader who took care of his people; that was proven false.

Joel didn’t kill the man in the woods because he was a rapist.

Joel killed Jack because he helped her mom escape the violence.

Joel didn’t kill the man at the farm because he was going for a gun.

He killed an innocent father who was trying to protect his children just because he owed him payment and insulted him.

She didn’t remember the ride home.

All Ellie remembered was walking into her house, her home, and finding Tommy sitting at the kitchen table, head in his hands. When he looked up, there were tears in his eyes that he quickly tried to wipe away. “Oh. Hey.” He said hesitantly, surprised she was in the room long enough for him to get a word out. “I thought you were in bed?”

Ellie was home. She was home and she was safe. Safe enough to allow the panic to set in, the anxiety; she no longer has to just power through it. Tommy was there to take care of her. “I’ve been… I’ve been sneaking out…”

“I know” Tommy nods, eyes still wet but laced with worry for her now. “I’ve known all year…”

This revelation was new to her. Tommy had known all along? Long before she met Joel and every changed, the panic attacks started, she saw death for the first time… “You knew?” Ellie hated how her voice cracked. Ellie June Miller didn’t cry… but damn if she just might start.

“Yeah. The gun cabinets been unlocked since I found out… figured if you were in trouble you could take a gun.”

She wished she’d figured that out before. “Then why didn’t you stop me!” She was frustrated, at herself and at Tommy, the residual anger she felt at being lied to was still there despite finding out why. She couldn’t turn that off in a matter of hours.

“Ellie, honey, the world is different from what I had as a teenager. You think I never snuck out? Of course I did. I may not seem like it, maybe I seem boring and old now but I was young once too. But what am I supposed to do? Back in my day, I could ground you… but at 16, you’re practically an adult. You work, you do patrols, fuck, I can’t stop you from doing anything if I wanted to… so, all I can do is try to have a relationship where you can talk to me if you need to but…” He turned away for a moment, breathed, and turned back. “Somehow I managed to mess that up recently. Ellie, I don’t know what I did but… I’m sorry, whatever it is. You gotta know how much I love you.” When Tommy’s tears fell again, Ellie’s did too. “You gotta know you’re my whole world, nothing in this life matters more to me than you do.”

Ellie looked at her uncle, sitting at the table across from her. His age certainly showed, salt peppering at his black waves; his mustache was all but gray. Has he looked like this months ago? When all this started with Joel? Or had her rejection of him aged him this much… Ellie was scared. Scared of Joel, scared of what she’d seen, scared she was complicit in the death of her family and the father, scared of who she was becoming, the violence and darkness she was born into. She needed help. She needed so much fucking help because Joel was dangerous and she wasn’t strong enough to do this alone. She needed her dad. Not the dad that killed people in front of her, not the dad that killed a man she considered family. Not the dad that violently raped her mother and forced a pregacy on her, not the man that attempted to kill Tommy, Zach and Lorenzo… 

No.

Ellie needed her dad.

Tears soaked her face as she choked back a sob. “Dad, I need help” Ellie cried, voice breaking down as Tommy rushed up from the table, hurrying to her with a worry-stricken face etching at his aging features. “I’m in trouble.”

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NEXT CHAPTER IS OUR LAAAASSSSSTTTT

any guesses on how things end???

I wanna hear theories!

I hope the conflict in Ellie comes out, her back and forth, her inability to trust even herself. That's what Joel does best.

TOMMY AND ELLIE MAKING UUUPPPPPPP

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I wrote this whole thing sick and even sicker after eating bad cheese. Its been a day.

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i know you didn't answer the previous ask talking about fanfic in particular but sansa shipping fic is a sight to behold due to how much options it offers and given how fanfic is an expression of shipping, i NEED to share my two cents of how vastly different sansa fanfic can be.

depending on her love interest, it tells vastly different stories.

LF? (hopefully) a dark, twisted romance, probably kinky with daddy issues. (hopefully) features dark!sansa.

the hound? probably very soft, beauty & the beast style, a lady & her knight type of story.

tyrells? pure romantic fluff, sansa as a great lady, some good rep, either sapphic or with willas' disability. usually it's an arranged marriage but sansa doesn't start the story outright hating highgarden (usually considering it a refuge after escaping KL). instead, her romantic dreams of knights and summer come true and her new family takes her in with loving arms.

oberyn? also a lot of fluff but make it poly and lots of good food and fun. / doran's kids: less poly but with the same love put into the worldbuilding of dorne.

lannisters? really brings out sansa as a political player. if it's tywin, it's probably kinky (and by kinky, i mean possession and breeding) and cersei dies. if it's jamie, it's not that kinky but cersei still dies. it's always an arranged marriage sansa is forced into but eventually she falls for the lannister in question and fixes his issues (and his family) while leaning into her political side and ousting cersei from her position at court. really, you need a fic where cersei dies? sansa x lannister.

theon is in a prime shipping position after they escaped winterfell together on the show (and that hug. i don't even like theon and i loved that hug in s8. sansa got all the best hugs on the show) and jeyne fills all the childhood friends to lovers tropes plus some sapphic rep. no arranged marriages here, just people finding each other again after years of separation and suffering.

jon is kind of all of the above, depending on interpretation and what kind of vibes are wanted with the advantage of being stark-based and lots and lots of ghost being a good boy who sticks to sansa's shadow. she at least ends up as the ruling lady of winterfell in a prospering north. rickon lives, arya comes and goes as she pleases, brienne is in her queen's guard.

all of these don't even consider the potential of au's that deviate from the books more than a butterfly effect and a few (or many) slightly (or heavily, looking at you tywin) adjusted characters. (btw, in modern au's sansa also offers the potential trope of TWO crazy ex-boyfriends who abused her to some extent and who can cause further conflict.)

depending on what kind of tropes you love, there's a sansa ship for you out there because there's just so much possibility in her character and depending on where you diverge from her story (and which house you favour, tbh), all of them are kind of possible if you squint and that's where she's very different from characters whose paths are already set in stone. unless we go into au's that deviate before the books start, jon is always going to be at the wall. dany is always going to start out in essos and doesn't interact with other romantic leads until she's the conqueror (or saviour). robb is always going to be the heir of winterfell and has to return to winterfell even if he survives. sansa meanwhile crosses paths with most of the major factions during her time in KL and is in search for a home & family and can embody both the daughter that's going to leave her father's home and make a home elsewhere AND the eldest surviving child that can find her home AT home with whomever she chooses (sometimes reconquering wf for rickon with the help of her adopted family)

having her face so many suitors obviously puts the idea in the reader's head that sansa is worth pursuing and that there are possibilities to deviate from the story (which makes a lot of these matches possible, the easy in with the lannisters and the tyrells is always an arranged marriage (oberyn shipping kind of involves a lot more voluntarily getting kidnapped before the match is made)) but the potential each match brings is really up to the writer.

as someone who tries not to judge what other people like in fanfic, i have to admit that sansa is a gift that keeps on giving.

(and if you want to know how i know, it's because i'm the embodiment of the guy that finds a "dead dove don't eat" bag in the fridge and opens it anyway. i'm just really happy i haven't seen any sansa x qyburn yet.)

(About this ask)

That was a really fun read! It’s a great point about Sansa’s story in particular placing her in vicinity of many of these important characters in a way others don’t (like Jon or Dany), so I can def see why, when looking to write a romance with a certain character, she’s the go to heroine of the story.

I also think a big factor is that Sansa is someone a lot of girls can identify with and you can manifest her personality, interests, struggles into different scenarios pretty easily, so generally, I understand why of all the characters in ASOIAF, if someone wants to write a romance, it would center on her.

If you have stumbled across some hidden gems feel free to send me fic recs!

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Tig Skulzen, Skinbearer. 

Tig lived on the island of Skania, which is part of the greater Scandinavian archipelago (in the future southern Finland sinks separating the peninsula from the mainland [because sea levels {also erosion (also Finnish people)}])

Fortunately, the great Suksi Vittuun Venäjä canal system really paid off in the end, because now mainland Europe is overrun with an eusocial hivemind human species known as the Myrm who are terrifying and warlike. But, like, even more than is normal for Europeans. If the Scandians shared a land border with Myrm, they'd have probably all been genocided or enslaved by now.

In my world, skinsuits are biopunk custom organisms that you can wear symbiotically and give you a bunch of superpowers like squid skin and marsupial pouches and pinning your bones back in place like the berserker armor from Berserk. People don’t actually remember how to make them, but have been breeding them for tens of thousands of years.

People who wear them are known as ‘Skinbearers’, and they’re expected to be upstanding, brave, masculine heroes and guardians of their communities. Typically, in Tig’s culture, skinbearers are men or butch tomboys (her culture has strict binary gender roles, but recognizes more than just two genders [vaguely similar to many IRL precontact Pacific and Amerindian cultures like Bakla and Twospirit, but by no means 1:1]).

Also, did I say ‘wear’? Because no, skinsuits actually fuse to you, then digests your skin, so it can become your new skin, which is usually pretty traumatic and disfiguring and also castrates you (side effect of eating your skin), and it feeds off your blood (and waste), and also fucks with your brain, and has a mind of its own and doesn’t always ask for permission first. Few people actually want to be skinbearers, it's seen as an act of self-sacrifice so you can be strong enough to protect your community from monsters.

Tig was just a girl, an ordinary farm girl who wants to do ordinary farm girl things like have a cottage core aesthetic and farm potatoes or have a family. But no. Her whole family including her father (a skinbearer) was killed in front of her by a hivemind species (Myrm). Then his skinsuit forced itself onto her.

So, now she’s expected to do the whole with ‘great power comes great responsibility’ thing, which is something she has no desire for. Also, the skinsuit gives her really bad dysphoria, as a previously cis person forced into what she considers a masculine body and societal role.

The worst part is, she’s starting to lose herself to him.

Fun Fact: I didn’t know there was a comedian named Tig when I came up with the name. I just got it off a nordic baby name website and thought it sounded cool.

Fun Fact: Tig is my attempt at using weird gross fetish content as inspiration for extremely unsexy biopunk parasitic living suit body horror. (yeah, parasitic living suits are apparently a “thing”, idk)

Fun Fact: Tig is a thinly veiled and heavily symbolic trans allegory, as are most of my characters (the rest are thinly veiled and heavily symbolic neurodivergent allegories [unless they're just straight up unambiguously trans or neurodivergent, I don't do subtext]).

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