#technically a re-reblog

[zestest-lemon]

Wahhe forget today was posting day here's a sketch of my trollsona

He's a vanpire idc if the Taurus can't do that or whatever he is + I haven't finished Homestuck yet so you can't critic him

[dollfacefantasy]

WHICH ONE TO CHOOSE?

pairing: leon kennedy x fem!reader x chris redfield x carlos oliveira

summary: at a halloween party, you and your boyfriend play out a little fantasy with chris and carlos.

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, anal, blowjobs, face fucking, foursome, cnc, praise/degradation, intoxication/alcohol, pre-planned roleplay scenario

wc: 4.2k

a/n: it's a little messy but i hope you guys like this one. it's set in an au where re characters are allowed to experience happiness <3 anyways comments, reblogs, and asks are always appreciated.

kinktober slot: day 26 - cnc

Holding Leon's hand tight in your own, you drag him along the cement pathway leading to Rebecca and Billy's front door. Their yard is decked out like it is every year you've been to one of these things. Cobwebs sprawl across the arch ways while purple and orange lights glow in each window. Skeletons hang by the doorway and loud music thumps from inside.

Pushing open the mahogany surface, you stretch your free arm above your head and announce your presence.

Rebecca who's standing near the entryway hears the call of your voice and turns to greet you. A smile spreads across her lips as she takes in you and Leon together.

"There you two are. I was starting to wonder if you couldn't make it this year," she says.

"Pfft. Please, the year we miss one of your parties is the year Leon's horrible driving has taken us out on the way here," you joke, earning chuckles from her and Billy who's come up from behind her.

Leon, in contrast to them, shakes his head before wrapping his arm around your neck and pulling you closer to him. 

"Don't encourage her," he tells them with a suppressed smile.

Rebecca playfully rolls her eyes and waves him off. The song switches in the background, going from something low and quick to the slower melody of Eyes Without a Face.

"Really though, it's great to see you both. You guys look great," she praises.

"Thank you," you beam at the compliment, smoothing out the blood-spattered, white dress that covered your figure. Glancing up at Leon, you pull his Jason mask down over his features so that the looks are complete. 

"You and Billy look super cute too," you continue as your eyes scan over their simple matching doctor and nurse outfits, Rebecca being the one in the doctor's white coat and the tall man behind her in the little hat with the red cross on it.

She thanks you in return, and the two of you chatter on while you migrate into the living room to join the rest of the party. The usual crowd spans across the main part of the house, from the couches near the fireplace to the bar set up in the kitchen. While you yourself are not a government employee, you'd become friends with almost everyone here who is over the course of your relationship with Leon.

You prance over to Claire and Jill sitting on the sofa first, giving the younger woman a big hug over her shoulders from behind before reaching for Jill and bringing her in too. Claire returns the embrace by covering your forearm with her palm while Jill pats your bicep in acknowledgement.

You take in their costumes too. Claire has ditched her red jacket for the night and instead dons a black sweater with bat wings attached to the back. Jill, on the other hand, looks like she just got off of work, but you suppose soldier could technically be a costume.

"How are you guys? Oh my gosh, Jill it's been so long since I last saw you," you gush.

They give the usual small talk responses, checking in on you as well. Their eyes flit to Leon a few feet behind you with brief waves.

"Have you been keeping him in line?" Claire teases with a smile.

You nod proudly and lean back, wrapping your hands around his arm. "You know it," you chirp.

The small group of you banter back and forth for a while, catching up, talking about plans for the future. Even though these are Leon's friends, you're often much more talkative with them than he is. It's an arrangement that works for you both. You never mind taking the weight of socialization off his shoulders.

After the conversation with Claire and Jill runs its course, the two of you head to the bar. Your hips sway to the pulsing of the music playing while Leon rests a hand on the curve of your side. You and him traverse through the gathering of less familiar faces, friends of friends or newbies you hadn't acquainted yourself with yet. When you reach a clear area on-looking the kitchen, you immediately spot Chris leaning against the wall with a drink in hand. A generic wolf mask sits next to him on the counter, the costume he'd already abandoned.

You dart over to him with a smile on your face, ready to hug him as soon as you're close enough. He startles a little from the sudden contact against his chest, but once he sees it's you, your happiness infects him and softens the look in his eyes. His large palm lands on your back, giving you a few small pats.

"Hey you," he says.

"Hey yourself," you respond and pull back.

He nods at Leon and looks between the two of you.

"Cute costume. You supposed to be Leon's helpless victim?" he teases.

"Mhm," you hum with a nod.

You're about to say something else, but the man in the kitchen who'd been making a drink with his back towards you turns around.

"Carlos?" you say when you catch sight of his face, your smile morphing into a grin.

He wears a similar expression and rounds the counter to be closer. You spring against him with more enthusiasm than you had for Chris, and he returns the sentiment with a crushing grip.

"Oh my god, I didn't know you were gonna be here!" you say.

You hadn't seen Carlos in a while, longer than you hadn't seen Jill. He only came to these things when he was in the area, which wasn't all too often these days. Leon wasn't the closest with him either, but you always thought he was so fun. He was outgoing and funny, charismatic with the perfect level of charm. Plus, it didn't hurt that he looked like a god. To put it in simple terms, you had a little crush on him. Nothing too serious but definitely enough to trigger involuntary butterflies in your stomach when you saw him.

"I think Leon wanted it to be a surprise," he says with a little smirk.

You glance at your boyfriend. He nods at you with a knowing look, still watching you in the other man's arms.

Even without words you know what it means. While your touchy behavior would have been an absolute no with any of your past partners, Leon didn't share that same possessive outlook on the matter. He enjoyed watching you be all over others only to be the one that got to take you home. He liked when his friends like Chris or Carlos lusted over you, trying to cop a feel during a hug or speaking as if you're available for the taking. It just prodded at some primal part of his brain that he didn't have control over. None of it ever upsets him. He doesn't get jealous, he gets horny.

That aspect of his personality was why Carlos's appearance was a surprise for you. Tonight after the party, you and your boyfriend had already made plans with Chris, but obviously now, Carlos was going to be involved too, and that was more than ok with you.

You press your cheek to his chest and tighten your arms that are already wrapped around him.

"You look so good. You totally need to visit more often," you say to the bulky man against you.

He chuckles, giving you another small squeeze in return. "For you, I would," he teases, his hand grazing over your ass as he lets you go.

A giggle trickles from your lips, and you follow him back around the counter to the main part of the kitchen. From here, you get a good look at his body. He's muscular as ever, his tight white shirt only accentuating that mass. In your excitement, you hadn't noticed his costume which was similar to yours. White fabric with red dye flicked across it. Only he had some face make up too. You guessed a zombie or something in that vein.

He catches your stare. "You really missed me, huh?" he asks teasingly.

"Of course I did," you say, "Now are you gonna pour me a drink, or do I have to do it myself?"

He laughs and grabs a few nearby bottles, pouring a mix into a black cup for you. Passing it into your hands, he watches you take the first drink.

Things would only get better from there.

Over the next few hours, you get yourself buzzed. You gulp down each drink you're handed with joy. The smile gracing your features grows hazy, your eyes become cloudy and your voice gets extra giggly.

Suddenly, you're super touchy. Your hand lands on the forearm of whoever you're speaking too. Sometimes it trails up a bit, teasing the bicep of the person. You bite your lip more and nod emphatically at points that probably don't deserve it. Leon keeps an eye on you, but so do Carlos and Chris.

After a while, you migrate over to the open area closer to the speakers. You dance to the blaring music, your body bobbing around to the pulsating beats. Even though Leon had never been one for dancing, he holds your hips and grinds up against you from behind. You feel his breaths on your neck and the tip of his nose brushing your jawline.

The song switches over to something with more guitar rather than synth, and a firm set of fingers wraps around your wrist. The mysterious force tugs you to them, but becomes a lot less confusing when you look up and see Carlos smiling down at you.

"Mind if I cut in for a second, Kennedy?" he asks.

Like he's supposed to, Leon stares him down before tersely shaking his head. This was all part of the game of course. Everyone had to play their part to earn the high score with you.

You giggle and lean into him, your head resting against the plush muscles in his chest. He starts swaying the two of you to the music. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Leon move to the wall where Chris is standing. Carlos keeps you focused though, grabbing your chin and turning you back towards him.

He guides your movements. His hips roll against yours in deep motions. One of his muscular arms is wrapped around your back while the other sits in the position to hold your ass. Both feel so good, like live wires resting against your skin.

You dance with him. Your arms rise up and drape around his neck. You follow his movements, letting him take you through the sequence with ease. it makes your head spin. Not only the thrill of being with someone else, but the feeling of your boyfriend watching on.

All the excitement swirling with the liquor leaves you feeling kind of dizzy as the song ends. You stumble back from Carlos. He reaches for you, trying to make sure you stay up right and don't go crashing down on your ass in front of everyone. That isn't part of the plan.

"'m fine," you say, "Just gotta go to the bathroom real quick."

Waltzing away, you snake around the furniture without any grace and make your way to the hall that leads to the rest of Billy and Rebecca's home. You find the door to the bathroom easily, but opening it doesn't come with the same lack of difficulty.

Before you can process what's happening, someone is right behind you. Your hand rests on the cool knob. A little shudder goes through you at the feeling of the weight against your back.

"Are you sure you're ok, princess? You look a little wobbly," rasps Carlos directly into your ear.

"I'm fine," you say again, this time with a little more whine in your voice.

"I don't know... you look like you're barely standing on your own," he murmurs in your ear, "I think your boyfriend would want me to look after you."

His hands slide around on your waist. They coast up over your ribs to cup your breasts through your dress. You pant at the touch, your skin breaking out into chills.

"No... I don't, 'm fine. I'll be right back..." you say. Your voice sounds airy and distant. The movement of your hands match as they fruitlessly try to push his hands down.

He chuckles, the deep timbre of his voice rumbling beside your head. Pulling you backwards, his back lands against the wall and your body presses into him. His arms close around you in a tighter circle.

"Cute girl like you... I just don't think you should be left alone," he teases.

You whimper and squirm your hips, pushing them back against his pelvis. He lets out a soft groan at the sensation and keeps you right there.

"Look at you, just asking for someone to take advantage," he whispers.

You're about to turn your head to look up at him, but before you can, a new set of fingers nudges your chin upward in their owner's direction. Chris stares into your eyes, smirking at how helpless you look.

"He's right, sweetheart," he chides, "You're lucky you have us watching out for you."

His voice is husky as he leans closer. You can feel his breath fanning over your face.

"The way you were prancing around out there, showing yourself off in your little dress... anyone could've followed you back here. And who could blame them? Who wouldn't want a taste?" he continues.

His fingers skim your thighs and ghost over the space below the white hem. They toy with the fabric, teasing the idea that they'll peel it upwards to reveal the lacy panties you wear underneath.

Another pathetic noise trickles from your lips because you want him to. God, you want him to. You'd let them both ravish you right there in the middle of the hall. One holding you in his strong arms while the other pumped his dick in and out of your slick cunt.

Carlos noses at your jaw. His lips graze over your pulse point while his hands grope your breasts with more intent. There would be no mistaking his touches as accidental now. He grabs at them through your dress, pinching at your hardening nipples over the barrier.

You rock your ass back against him again. "Guys... we can't..." you babble as heat floods your body.

"Why not, princess?" Chris asks. He presses his front against your thigh, letting you feel his swelling bulge.

Your legs squirm and drift together. You try to squeeze your thighs for some friction, but he knocks them back apart with one of his knees.

"Leon... I'm with Leon," you breathe, doe eyes looking up at him with all the desire in the world.

"Oh, Leon, huh?" Carlos croons, "Would Leon have a problem with the way you’re rubbing up on me? With the way your pussy is dripping for Chris."

You whine and bite your lip before speaking. "It's not," you whimper.

"It is, baby," he says. One of his hands starts to slither South. "You're telling me that if I slipped my fingers under your dress and into those pretty panties, that I wouldn't feel you completely soaked for us? Is that what you're saying?"

Before you can defend yourself further, someone clears their throat from the end of the hall.

All of your heads snap in that direction to find Leon standing there, stiff as a board. He has his arms crossed; though, almost immediately they shift to rest on his hips. He looks like a disapproving parent staring at the three of you with disapproval all over his features.

Still, his harsh expression doesn't conceal the outline of his stiff cock in his pants.

"I don't think that's appropriate, guys," he says, "Feeling up on my girlfriend while she's telling you she has me?"

"It's not like that, Leon. We're watching out for her. Making sure she doesn't get into trouble. We're doing you a favor," Carlos grins. His hands drop from your breasts to your waist, but he makes sure to give the area a squeeze to let you know he's not done.

"Mhm. You know how she gets when she's been drinking," Chris says to him.

"I mean look. She may be saying no, but her body was just about begging for us," Carlos adds.

Your boyfriend hums in acknowledgement and watches with the same unyielding eyes. "Still don't think this is the place to deal with it," he says.

They both huff out laughs. "Probably not," Chris agrees.

"Some privacy would be best," Carlos continues.

You stand there, trying not to squirm as they talk like you're not even there. None of them look at you nor directly address you. The conversation is between them, deciding your fate. You just wait to be handed your sentence.

"Maybe we should head back to our place. Make sure the booze didn't get to her too much," Leon proposes, as if it was entirely his idea he thought of in the moment.

"Sounds good to me," Carlos says, patting your hip before boosting you forward.

"Same here," Chris grins.

You stumble over to your boyfriend who takes you under his arm. He looks down at you as if he's disappointed, though you can see the desire in his eyes. The two of you snake back through the hall and toward the front door.

"Were they bothering you, sweetheart?" he asks like he's truly concerned.

"Mhm," you hum and nod against his chest.

Your pair keeps walking, waving at Rebecca and Billy and giving them brief thank you's before walking back outside into the brisk October air.

Like you planned Chris and Carlos wait a little before following your path. None of you wanted to make it too obvious what you had planned for the rest of the night.

Each of you makes it back to your and Leon's house in record time it seems. He drives you and himself while the other two trail on their own. They enter through your front door only a few minutes after you and your boyfriend settle on the couch.

After that feels like a blur. There's hands all over you. They pass you around from one lap to the other. Your clothes fall to the floor piece by piece until you're left bare. They talk but rarely to you.  The voices and touches all swirl together in one big mess until the three of you land in a collective position.

Leon looms above you, his piercing eyes locked onto your face. His hips roll against your center. He pumps his cock deep between your soaked velvety walls with each precise thrust. His hands cradle the back of your thighs, keeping them spread apart so that you can't shut him out. He grins down at you.

"You might think it's too much, baby, but she clearly doesn't," he teases, "So, so wet."

"I'm not even in your pussy, and I can feel that. Such a messy girl," the voice behind you says.

Chris sits below you. His warm bulky thighs support the parts of you Leon's hands can't. Your back rests against his chest while his strong hands play with your nipples. His dick is buried snug inside your ass. He's not moving, thank god. The stretch is enough to nearly reduce you to tears.

"She's messy up top too," the man above you adds with a grin, his thumb swiping away some spit that had dribbled from the corner of your mouth.

Carlos had your head between his palms. He kept a firm grip on you as leverage to rock his hips, sliding his length into the plush wetness of your throat. Deep groans and sighs leak from his mouth as his head falls back.

You whine around the girth of his shaft, but you can't squirm. There's so much going on. Even though you're in a relatively simple position, it feels as though you're tangled up with the three men surrounding you.

"No backing out now, baby. This is what you wanted," Leon taunts as he thrusts.

"Such a little slut. Your boyfriend isn't enough for you, huh?" Chris teases, nipping at the shell of your ear.

You whine louder around Carlos as he fucks your face, but he takes no mercy. He doesn't slide out to let you defend yourself. He slides as deep as he can, nestling your nose against the thick dark hair that curls above the base of his cock.

"Sounds like a yeah to me," he chuckles.

A soft gagging noise echoes from your throat and your eyes water. He holds his position for a few seconds longer before pulling back to give you a few moments to breathe. You gasp in a few breaths. Your head spins with the return of sufficient oxygen. But you still feel hazy from the two cocks inside you, one unmoving and keeping you constantly full, the other rocking back and forth, striking every little spot inside you.

"Leon," you cry. Your head falls back on Chris's shoulder, "Too much."

He smirks at your repeated protest and keeps going. "Nope. You can handle it, babydoll. You wanted to play with other guys, so I'm letting you."

Chris's fingers rub at your clit, causing you to tighten up around Leon. He hisses from above, but it only makes him move faster. The harder thrusts rock you on Chris's length. He grunts from the added stimulation and keeps the rough pads of his digits twirling around your sensitive little nub.

"That's right, sweetheart. Just relax and take it," he mutters in your ear.

Carlos strokes your cheek while jerking his cock right in front of your face. You watch as precum pearls at the tip, dripping from the slit in sticky beads.

"Fuck... you're pretty, so fucking cute," he mumbles from above you.

You feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. The urge to squirm becomes more pronounced. Your clit throbs under Chris's tender fingers while your walls clamp down on your boyfriend.

"Wanna cum," you whimper desperately.

"What happened to too much? Thought you said no more?" Carlos mocks.

"Don't care. Just wanna cum now," you cry. Your lip juts out into a quivering pout as you feel the pleasure growing more intense and spreading from between your legs all throughout your body. Tears dew at your waterline, making your lashes shimmer.

"Again? So greedy," Chris tuts from behind.

But in front, Leon nods with self-satisfaction all across his face. "You can cum, angel. Go ahead. Just know it won't be the last one."

You whine at the idea. You wanted release so bad, but you were already so overstimulated. It's not like you had any control over it though. You were climbing to the peak fast, and there was no way of going back down. Watching Carlos stroke himself to the sight of you getting your insides rearranged had your tummy fluttering with the urge to let go.

You try to hold it. Try to prolong it a bit more so that they're closer and cum with you. But at a certain point, you can't hold back anymore. Your back arches off of Chris's chest, and your whines fill the air. You shudder in his arms, quivering between him and Leon. Release crashes over you, wave after wave. It feels like the euphoria will never end when Leon finally groans and bursts inside you.

His cum floods your insides, filling you up just how you need it. He tilts his head back and sighs as the feeling seeps into him. As you're feeling the added effects from his high, Carlos reaches his. He moans nice and loud before painting your face with white streaks. The warm sticky liquid lands on you in patternless blotches.

You whimper but not in protest. It was what you wanted. The only thing that would make it better is Chris filling up your other hole too, but he stays hard and still, not giving in just yet.

Your boyfriend comes to a halt with his thrusts and slowly pulls out. Some of his cum leaks out as his length leaves your cunt. You whine at the empty feeling.

"Hush," he murmurs as he steps back. He catches his breath from a distance, but he knows none of you are done. Even with him and Carlos temporarily spent, they'd get it back up soon enough. "So needy. You still got one of us inside you, and you're complaining."

"Easy thing to do is to just give her what she wants again," Carlos says, "You and I could switch since Redfield seems comfortable."

Your boyfriend nods, looking between you and the other man.

"Sound good, baby?" he asks as if you actually get a say, "Carlos will put another load in your pussy, and I'll let you actually swallow mine this time around."

Even though your cunt aches with all the pleasure it's endured and your jaw feels sore from taking a dick in your mouth for the last however long... you nod. Despite what you said, you hadn't had enough. You really didn't know if you ever would.

[duskvsdawn]

I said, down boy

You and Kaelix had decided it was Zeal's turn to be a doggo this time. But he was going to be a brat, just a little bit.

This is part 4 in the puppy play series! Probably the last part in the series. Part 1. Part 2. Part 3.

≫ A/N: Whoo boy this was a bit tougher to write, but I did my best! I am not as happy with this one as the other 3 parts, but this is the best I could do, I'm sorry :( This is partially inspired by the lovely @celestiaras with this fic, and my obsession for chocolate lately. I had to check online if this actually even existed because it sounded too good to be true, and holy moly they are real! Sex chocolate let's fucking go, I need to get me some of that to revive my non-existent sex drive lmaoooo (ironic, since I love writing smut, I know)

Art credits.

CW: female reader, smut, Zeal gets drugged with an aphrodesiac, reader and Kaelix use the same stuff on Zeal that was used on Kaelix in the previous fic, Zeal gets edged like 50 million times so we can put him in his place, reader puts a cockring on Zeal, Zeal eventually becomes a good boy after some convincing and all that edging, Zeal cries cause he wants to cum so bad :(

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Kaelix and you were lazing around in bed, talking about how you could possibly ever get Zeal to submit to both of you. He was busy streaming for a little while longer, so you knew you'd have some time to discuss this properly. Both of you knew he would not go down without a fight, so it was going to be tough. Kaelix then had the idea to put something in his coffee that you always brought him as he was streaming, to hopefully get him extra riled up so he would do pretty much anything you guys asked of him. You then remembered that you bought some special chocolate a little while ago at the sex shop you always went to, which was apparently laced with a strong aphrodisiac. You always brought him a snack with his streaming coffee, so that would not make it seem too suspicious. So you put your plan into action.

You went to brew some fresh coffee, because you were always disgusted by his microwave coffee antics (and he loved your coffee way better anyway), and Kaelix looked around the house to find the chocolate. Eventually, your boyfriend found the sweet treat and took it out of the package so he would not be suspicious about you wanting to serve him this specific kind of chocolate. You put the coffee and the chocolate on a tray and knocked on the door. You heard Zeal talk to chat and he said he would be right back. The bartender came to the door and thanked you for the evening snack with a kiss on your cheek. You and your boyfriend decided to watch his stream to see if you could notice anything changing.

You heard him sip his coffee and take some bites of the chocolate on stream. He was talking about how he loved your coffee, and this was a chocolate he had never had before, and that it had an interesting taste. After a little while, you started noticing some changes in his behaviour. His breathing was slightly heavier, and he had a cloudy look to his eyes, and you were impressed that the rigging could even pick that up. He seemed distracted and kept dying in-game, every time it happened, letting out a frustrated groan. Chat asked him if he was okay, and he reassured them. "I'm ok, zerpents, don't worry! It's been a long stream, and I think I might be coming down with something," he lied. The chat told him to take it easy and end his stream so he could get some rest, so he pretended he was going to go to bed, which was technically half true. If only chat knew what was really going on in his mind and body. He said goodbye to chat and ended the stream, not even bothering to raid one of his colleagues. Both of you quickly closed the stream and pretended to watch something different instead. Your boyfriend opened the bedroom door, and then you could see in person just how bad it was: there was a blush on his cheeks, his eyes looked really clouded over, he was breathing heavily, and he had a drop of sweat trickling down his neck. If you didn't know better, you would have said he just went on a run.

"Hey, babe, you alright?" the bouncer feigned innocence. Zeal looked at him with those beautiful eyes of his, with pupils that looked really dilated. "I... I'm not sure what's going on, but all of a sudden I was thinking of you guys and how badly I wanted to fuck you." Zeal replied as he plopped down on the bed next to both of you. "Is that so? Well, we can help you with that, can't we, reader?" Kaelix said as he winked at you as a sign to go and get the stuff that was used on him a few days ago. Zeal saw you get up from the bed, but didn't have time to think about what you were possibly going to do. Kaelix started taking off his boyfriend's clothes, and soon enough, his own joined the floor. You got back to the bed and put the collar around the bartender's neck, and proceeded to put the puppy ears on his head. You decided to leave the buttplug in the drawer, since you had a plan to break him and that would not work if he was plugged up.

"Absolutely adorable. Kaelix, just look at him," you said as you licked your lips while you were busy taking off your clothes. Zeal scoffed and turned his head away. "I look absolutely ridiculous and I'm not a fan," the bartender said as the blush on his cheeks increased. He was so embarrassed. He was hoping the two of you were going to spoil him if he told you that he really wanted you, so he was a tiny bit disappointed. "Come on, sweetheart. You're the only one who hasn't been a pup yet, it's about time," you said with a chuckle as you moved to sit behind him. You gave a tug on the leash at the back of his neck.

"Down boy," you said with a massive smirk on your face, but Zeal didn't budge. "I don't think so, princess. You will have to do some more convincing to get me to listen," the bartender replied with a chuckle. Kaelix wanted to put him in his place so badly. If he had to bark and do all the other things that Zeal asked of him, so did he. "Listen to your mommy. You are obviously incredibly horny. And if you don't listen, you're gonna have to use your own hand to take care of it." the bouncer said as his hand was playing with the slit of his boyfriend's dick, getting the precum all over his fingers. Zeal gave a whine in return. He wanted the both of you to fuck him so bad, but he wasn't going down without a fight.

"Bite me," the bartender said with a smirk on his face. Truth to be told, this was turning him on quite a bit, but he would take that to the grave with him. Instead, he wanted to push your buttons and see how far exactly he could go. You shared a look with Kaelix, and you loved that anytime you had anything planned, your partners always knew exactly what it was without telling them. Truly a testament to how well you knew each other. "I said, down boy," you said as you pulled really hard on the leash, and Kaelix pushed his chest towards you. The bartender lost balance and landed in your lap, his head landing against your boobs. You held the leash short with a firm grip, so he couldn't move his head away from you.

"Tsk. Bad boy. We should punish you. We will edge you until you listen to us. The night is still young, we've got all the time in the world to break you," you said as Kaelix started moving his hand up and down, and pushed a finger into his behind after he pushed his legs towards his chest. The bartender let out a beautiful moan, and you wanted to give him what he wanted so badly. But a little humiliation in the bedroom never hurt anyone, not in your relationship at least. You leaned forward and captured his lips in a heated kiss. He was moaning against your lips; you could tell he was so needy. You scratched him behind his puppy ears as Kaelix kept edging him time and time again. He was slowly but surely becoming a whimpering, whining mess and he wanted to cum so badly, but he knew you weren't going to let him. Kaelix was chuckling every time he stopped all stimulation when his partner was so close, and Zeal was getting frustrated.

"Are you ready to start playing nice, pup? Will you listen to us now?" the bouncer asked as he kissed the tip of his dick. "No, fuck you." the bartender spat. He was so sexually frustrated, and that only gave him more of an attitude. "Only if you listen, pup," you said as you adjusted your position. You hovered your pussy over his face, and your face was positioned above his dick. "You know what to do, boy," you said as you took his dick in your mouth after you deemed his previous orgasm far away enough. You knew he wasn't going to last long, especially not with Kaelix's finger in his ass. "If you make your mommy and me cum, we will fuck you properly and let you cum. What do you say? Are you ready to play nice?" the bouncer said as his fingers brushed over his partner's prostate. The bartender whined, but eventually got to work to please you. Every time you noticed he got close, you stopped altogether, but you forced him to get you there. He was getting impatient, but slowly but surely, he became more malleable the more he was edged.

"Fuck, pup. You're doing so good... I'm almost there." you moaned as you took his dick even deeper, trying your best to relax your gag reflex. And after his finger started rubbing your clit, you soon fell apart. You threw your head back and let out one of the most beautiful moans the boys had ever heard. Zeal greedily lapped up all the juices you could possibly give him as his own head fell back afterwards, trying to catch his breath from another orgasm that was so close, but was denied once again.

"Don't forget me, pup. Suck me off good and we will give you all the orgasms you could ever want. Does that sound like a good deal?" the bouncer asked as he pulled the leash around his partner's neck, to bring his face closer to his dick. "No, don't think so," Zeal replied. He was going to be a brat, even if it meant he was going to get edged some more. "Get to work. Start sucking, pup," you said as you pushed his head down onto Kaelix's dick, but the bartender turned his head away and kept his mouth closed. You were getting fed up with his antics. You reached between his legs and started jerking him off, as a finger entered his butt. Zeal whimpered in response, he knew he could not keep this up forever if he wanted to cum, and god, he really wanted to.

"If you don't listen, you're not cumming at all. Got it? So you better put that mouth to good use. Do you really want to be edged more? You dirty whore, didn't think you'd be into that so much." you said with a chuckle as the bartender trembled due to another orgasm getting close, and he was panting like a dog. He was contemplating the options in his head and decided to listen for now. He opened his mouth and took his partner's dick in his mouth to start sucking. "Mmm, fuck, that's it. Good boy." Kaelix moaned as his fingers dug into the bartender's scalp, relieved to finally get some stimulation. Meanwhile, you got off of the bed to get a cockring, and you put it around your boyfriend's dick. "This is staying on until you make your master cum." you said as your fingers entered his behind once more and you started rubbing his prostate. Zeal turned into a whimpering mess, and the vibrations of all the sounds he was making only stimulated the bouncer more. "Just look at him. Moaning like a bitch in heat. I guess he finally decided to play nice," you said with a chuckle as your hand started moving faster. Kaelix, meanwhile, was enjoying himself quite a lot. Seeing you tease his boyfriend so much only turned him on more, and his orgasm was getting closer.

"Fuck, puppy. I'm getting close." The bouncer moaned as the grip on his boyfriend's hair tightened. The bartender looked up at Kaelix with tears in his eyes as he started working overtime to get him there. The pressure in his lower stomach felt unbearable and he wanted to cum so, so bad. Kaelix released in his mouth, and he threatened the bartender to swallow. Zeal really, really wanted to spit it out, but he knew if he did that he really would not cum at all tonight. "Swallow, pup," you said with a glare as you were preparing to take the cockring off of him if he did what you asked.

But he did it anyway. He spat the cum onto his partner's stomach. Kaelix looked at him, flabbergasted; he honestly didn't expect him to actually do this. Looks like an orgasm wasn't that important after all. You shared a look with Kaelix, and the two of you knew what to do. You roughly pushed him onto his back as you sank down on his dick to ride him, while Kaelix positioned between his legs to fuck him into oblivion. You positioned your hands onto his chest to give you extra leverage to bounce on his cock, occasionally leaning forwards to suck hickeys onto his neck. After a while, Zeal had tears rolling down his cheeks. This attitude of his was really starting to bite him in the ass...

"Ok, fine! Fine! I will behave! Please... Please let me cum... Please..." the man whimpered like a lovesick puppy. But that was not good enough for you. "What did you say, pup? Couldn't quite catch that," you teased as you slowed down, but Kaelix kept at it with that brutal pace of his. "Master... Please... Mommy, I will behave! Please let me cum I'm begging you, it hurts so much..." He was full-on crying at this point. You looked backwards at Kaelix, and he gave you 'the nod'. You lifted off of his cock so you could take the cockring off of him. "Keep it in a little longer, puppy. When we cum, so can you, deal?" you said as you sank down on his cock once more. "In my case, you won't have to wait long... Fuck, you feel so good, pup." Kaelix let out in between moans as his pace became erratic. "Help your mommy get there, hm?" he continued. "Yes, master!" Zeal whimpered as a shaky hand reached out to rub your clit as you kept bouncing on his dick. "Fuck, that's it puppy... So close..." you moaned as you leaned forward once more and hid your face in his neck. And with a little more, Kaelix fell apart, and you followed soon after. "Cum for us, pup," you demanded, and with a moan so loud that it edged on a scream, Zeal released inside of you.

Zeal collapsed on the bed, and for a second the both of you thought you might have just killed him. Both of you lay down next to him, and you held him close. You were low-key kinda proud you managed to break the almighty Zeal, the man you thought would never give in. He was still whimpering, but so happy he finally, finally got to cum. He knew full well he would have been allowed to do so sooner if he wasn't such a stubborn little bitch, but it was all worth it in the end. You wrapped the blanket around all of you, and you kept cuddling and kissing him until he fell asleep, which didn't take long. You had kept the puppy ears on his head, and gave him some headscratches, and in his sleep, you saw a smile appear on his face as he leaned into your touch. When he would wake up, you would tell him what that chocolate was, both of you decided in silent whispers as you looked at the satisfied smile on his face. That chocolate would definitely be used more often. ❤

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Happy New Year!

abdbskdhs okay so i dont like to get sentimental but— Even though i was really inactive for a solid few months a while back, and i dont interact with people a whole lot, and im generally not a pleasant person to get to know, thank you all for supporting me throughout 2024 🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

its been something of a rough year IRL for me, it still kind of is, but ive been glad to have a relatively safe space to come back to when life is too much, whether i go talk w/ people on discord or post on here— thank you guys for every reblog, every ask, etc. !!!!

it TECHNICALLY isnt even 2025 for me yet, its only around 7 PM as im posting this— but since for a lot of you it already is the new year, i decided id be nice and post this early (*´∇｀*)

very short pre-relationship floyu fic under the cut !

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Omikuji

大凶 Great Curse

“A…Ah.”

Yuhua laughed softly in disbelief. Of course, of all the fortunes he could have drawn, it had to be the least likely and the most ominous. He’d been hoping for an average “small curse,” maybe… but his luck was never this bad, was it? If the probability of drawing good luck was higher than bad luck—then, what were the chances of drawing the worst luck?

“What a joke. And this is my only fortune for the whole year…”

There was no re-drawing omikuji—Yuhua resigned himself to his fate. 

“It’s just a prediction, anyway,” he murmured, fiddling with the slip. “It can’t do anything to me… If I stay a skeptic, I’ll be immune…”

Despite his attempts at convincing himself to stay unaffected, he still felt his spirits sink significantly. What did it say about his future, if his very first day of the year was off to such a poor start?

“Haa… What could be worse luck than what I’ve already gone through since coming here?”

Nearly dying (several times), breaking a leg, being kicked out of his place of residence, getting flung across the desert…

…there were worse things. He was almost definitely jinxing himself.

Fervently, Yuhua shook his head, as if that could somehow erase his thoughts. “That was just one instance of bad luck,” he insisted to himself under his breath. “Something good will happen to me next—”

“What’re you muttering about over here, Koi-chan?” 

“Gah—” Yuhua nearly jumped out of his skin; he felt a familiar eel’s chin come to rest upon the top of his head. “F-Floyd?”

Floyd hummed his confirmation. “Didja draw a fortune already?”

“Uh… Yeah.”

“Lemme see.”

“I’m not sure if you’d really want to see— …well, you wouldn’t care anyway.” Hesitantly, Yuhua unfolded his slip of paper for Floyd to look at the top. “Great Curse. You?”

“Yiiikes.” Floyd whistled. “I got a Curse to come. Your luck must suck, Koi-chan~”

“...no need to remind me.”

“But that’s okay!” continued Floyd, undeterred and cheerful. He hooked an arm around Yuhua’s shoulders in a half-hug. “You’re not gonna let it stop you, right? Let’s go tie ‘em up.”

“Oh—Uh—” 

The whirlwind that was Floyd Leech had already caught Yuhua in its grasp. He blinked, emerging from his almost depressive trance. 

It really was as simple as that, wasn’t it?

“...Yeah,” he agreed, letting himself smile. “Sure. Let’s go.”

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TEASER of "Uncle's Play Date" - uncle!konig x college girl!reader (technically nsfw build up)

(this is just a segment. lemme know if i should scrap or write into a fic! reblogs/comments appreciated!) Yes, I am re-blogging an old piece bc it didn't get any attention. Anyway, enjoy~!

tw: age gap, corruption kink, dom!konig, konig being a perv, no actual sex though

You were an awful liar. This was clear as day when you first started forming heart eyes every time your new step dad, Simon, brought along his close co-worker, Konig. Konig. KONIG. You would get tired of hearing the name the second you get tired of seeing him in gray sweats. He was a man with a haughty physique, and a piercing gaze. It gives you the shivers just thinking about it. 

That was the past. You were only a freshman in college at that time, but now, you've returned as a junior. You had two years of life experience, dumb parties, and boy troubles. Surely, you would be able to face Uncle Konig with a straight face. That thought went out of your head the second you saw him. 

“Sweetheart? Are you spacing out again?” You blinked rapidly before focusing on Konig once more. You most definitely weren’t staring at his open button up. You were blessed with seeing Konig in a tailored suit the second you got home. He had his sleeves rolled up as he dined with you. 

While you were too busy overthinking, Konig had taken the time to properly look at you. Without Ghost around, he could finally stare. Your skirt was tiny showing off your distracting thighs as they strained against your mini-skirt. It was so obvious when you would rub your thighs together, you had to know you were putting on a show for him. What a tease. Your tank top was also doing very little to cover you. Konig would be lying if he said he wasn’t glancing at where your chest was. Maybe you didn’t notice, but your face was still beet red, like always. Ghost had warned Konig of your school girl crush on him, and Konig regrettably swore he would try nothing. Pity, you two were alone in the house together for two days. 

“I know it might be a little weird being alone with your uncle, but I promise it’ll be fun.” Konig’s expression was a cool smirk, almost like he knew he had an effect on you. In a way, he did know. 

“Y-yeah. It’s not that weird.” You didn’t bother making eye contact with him, instead playing with the food on your plate. You felt hot, and the piercing gaze on your body didn’t help one bit. It was like a wolf sizing up a lamb. 

“No need to be shy, Princess, I’ll take good care of you.” Konig smiled at your timidness. It was like the innocence was oozing out of you. He could see right through your “grown up” display. Although he had to admit, he much preferred your longer dresses and larger tops. College had made you a little whore, he’d have to fix that, won’t he?

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Unwanted: Chapter 7, Unburdened - Pt. 2

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, a lot of sexual discussions, promises that will not be kept.

Word Count: 1.3k

Previously On...: You and Bucky fucking finally admitted your feelings to one another. About damned time, geez, you two. Anyway, just as you're about to celebrate your newly declared love in a, uh, physical manor, you're summoned back to the common room by Tony.

A/N: I have no excuses-- I was fucking high AF when I wrote this part, which is why it may come across as a little... unhinged. But once I was sober and re-read what I wrote, I thought "screw this, I love it; it stays!" I hope you enjoy it as much as I did!

Thank you to all those who have been reading; if you like what you've read, likes, comments, and reblogs give me life, and I truly appreciate them, and you!

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Presentable once again, you left your room, Bucky taking your hand in his as you headed up to the common room and whispering all of the filthy things he was going to do to you when you both officially retired for the evening. By the time you entered the common room, you were leaning into him in a fit of flustered giggles.

"Good. Looks like you finally got it out of your systems," Tony said once you'd walked through the doors. "What the 'F' Was It?"

You and Bucky exchanged confused glances before looking back to Tony. Tony's eyes cast down to where your hands were entwined. "Looks like the 'fuck's have it!" he called out to the rest of the gathered group. "Everyone who bet "fight," pay up!"

"Boss, did ya'll seriously bet on whether we were fucking or fighting?" you asked, horrified, but still a little amused.

"That's why the game is called "What the 'F'?," Pocket," Tony said with a smirk and playfully exaggerated eye roll. "Try to keep up."

"Well," began Bucky with a smile, "technically, we didn't do either, so you should all be paying us."

"Nope," said Tony, "Cap had 'Firm up their Friendship,' so I guess he's the winner."

"'Firm up their Friendship'?" you asked, raising an eyebrow in Steve's direction. The super soldier shrugged and averted his eyes, a slight blush creeping up his cheeks.

"It had to begin with an 'F,' otherwise it would not fit the parameters of the game," Thor offered helpfully. "It was very humorous."

"Alright, everyone, pay out to Cap," Tony said, reaching for his wallet.

"Not so fast," Natasha interrupted. "I believe you'll recall that I put money on 'frottage,' so if we could get confirmation on that, I'd appreciate it," she gave you both a knowing grin, and you instantly regretted confessing to her how turned on dry humping made you.

"Oh my God," you muttered, putting your face in your hand, now fully horrified.

Bucky looked down at you, face confused. "What the hell's 'frottage?'" he asked cautiously. You whispered the definition in his ear and his entire face turned a crimson red as he furiously rubbed the back of his neck.

"Ha! I knew it!" Nat shouted, raising a fist in the air. "Pay up, bitches!"

There was a chorus of groans as your friends all begrudgingly passed Natasha one-hundred dollar bills.

"...eight, nine, -- hey, who didn't pay up? There should be a thousand bucks here!" Nat looked around the room. "Where did Steve go? Dirty cheat owes me a hundred dollars!" Everyone looked around, but the Captain had vanished from the room. You felt Bucky heave a heavy sigh next to you, and when you turned up to look at him, you noticed the distraught expression on his face.

"What's up, Buck?" you asked, concerned. "Do you know where Steve went?"

He shook his head, the corners of his mouth turning back up as he looked down at you. "I'll tell you later," he promised before kissing the crown of your head.

"So, we're not hiding this anymore?" Sam asked as he walked over to the two of you. "Because I'm so tired of pretending we don't all know you two bumpin' uglies."

You rolled your eyes at Sam, but couldn't hide the smile that was creeping across your face. You wrapped your arms around Bucky's waist, drawing yourself closer to him. "What? You want us to make some kind of official royal proclamation?"

"I, for one, don't really give a shit," said Rhodey from across the room. "I only bet because Romanoff threatened me."

"Thank you for minding your own business at least, Rhodey," you offered, caught somewhere between grateful and insulted. Rolling your eyes at Sam, you turned to Tony. "So, what's so important that you called us back down here, Boss? We were a little... preoccupied."

"Ugh, Pocket, I don't need you to put a picture in my head, thank you," Tony said, waving his hands at you in disgust. "That's a whole new thing to unpack in Virtual Therapy: "How to handle the guy who was brainwashed into murdering your parents repeatedly violating the girl you've come to see as your baby sister."

"Oh my god, Tony," you muttered at the same time Bucky said "It's not violating if she's a willing participant, Stark." You elbowed Bucky gently in his side.

"Don't traumatize him, baby," you murmured. "He's fragile."

"Funny. Very funny," Tony deadpanned, arms crossed over his chest. "Anyway, getting back to very professional Avenger business, you'll notice Ms. Carthage and our SHIELD guests have left for the evening."

Huh. You'd forgotten they'd even been there to begin with, what with all the love declarations and frottage that had taken place with Bucky.

"Yeah, we see that," said Bucky, answering for both of you.

"Which means we have to decide, as a group, if we want to invite Ms. Carthage to join us on a probationary basis. We've already taken a preliminary vote, so we just need you two to cast your ballots. What's it going to be? Yay or Nay?" Tony looked to you first.

You thought back to the tour you'd given her earlier that day, and how unprofessional Jade had been. Even before she'd started her flirtations with Bucky, Jade Carthage had rubbed you the wrong way. You couldn't, in good conscience, agree to invite her onto your team, into your family.

"I vote 'nay,'" you told Tony.

He nodded. "Very well. Barnes? What say you?"

Bucky didn't even hesitate. "If my girl doesn't want her here, then neither do I. I vote 'nay.'"

You looked up at him, your eyes wide as saucers, and you were pretty sure they’d turned heart-shaped. Despite hoping Jade could give him the answers he'd been searching for, Bucky had voted against having her join The Avengers just because she made you uncomfortable.

"Hey," he said, tucking his thumb under your chin and tilting your head up, "I told you, you're the most important person in the world to me, and I want whatever is going to make you happy. If that means not having her around, then I don't want her around."

"Buck," you breathed, standing up on your toes to reach his lips, "I love you."

You did your best to ignore the cheers and goads from your friends as you kissed, and when you pulled apart a short moment later, both your cheeks were red with embarrassment.

"That was disgusting," Tony said, rolling his eyes in that bored Tony way of his. "Too bad it was for nothing. The 'yay's have it, seven to six. We'll be officially extending an invitation of probationary membership to Jade Carthage, AKA: Vixen, first thing tomorrow morning. Class dismissed."

The relief that had washed over you when Bucky had voted 'nay' alongside you evaporated when Tony read out the results. You mumbled half hearted goodnights to your teammates as they trickled out, off to their individual evening pursuits, until it was just you and Bucky left standing in the common room.

"I'm sorry, doll," he murmured softly as he ran his hands gently up and down your arms. "You'll let me know what I can do to help make the next few months with her as easy for you as possible, yeah? Anything you need."

You smiled at him, so grateful that he was being so understanding about this. You put your hands over his as they rested on your arms. "Just love me, okay, Buck?" you asked him. "Just love me and be honest with me; that's all I ask."

He took you in his arms, swaying you back and forth ever so slightly. "That's an easy promise, sweetheart." You felt him rest his chin on the crown of your head. "I give you my word."

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[empanadastheresurrection]

Okay, first of all; love your au!!! Your version of Steven is just so shapely and such an intriguing concept, I'd be really interested in seeing how he evolved from Classic Steven to Diamond Steven if you ever went in-depth into his backstory and what all his time on homeworld was like!

On that note, I have a question regarding his gem (sorry if this us spoilers and you can't answer) that, now that I'm thinking of it, might have to do with White's experiments and original attempts at reforming Pink, but; since Steven was born with his gem (technically) on its side, withthe bottom out, looking like a Rose Quartz gem, how did it come to be faced like Pink Diamond's? Cause it's not like he would've known to place it that way on his own initially, so either: throughout his development on homeworld and with him feeling more and more like a Diamond, he subconsciously changed it on his own; someone (White) somehow forced it to face that way after taking his gem out; someone explained to him how to do it consciously; or he formed that way on his own after his gem was removed.

Either way, I find myself wondering if it would have been a painful process considering his human half and organic body with all those nice little pain receptors all throughout lol.

Thank you for answering! Love your work! I hope you're taking care of yourself! <33

Hi!! I was wondering If you were ever gonna ask something, I see you like and reblog nearly everything I post lol! It brightens my day.

White has performed a lot of attempts and experiments at bringing Pink back, and it's messed with Steven's body (and head) quite a lot. He first saw his gem upward facing when White once took it... And placed it back wrong. It wasn't painless, but his body healed it into it's original place.

He can't reform like a gem, because he can't be poofed like one. (That would get really gorey real quicky). But fusing back with his gem half is his equivalent of reforming. At some point at fifteen, after he realized he was shaping up to be more like Pink than Rose, it just faced upwards when he was re-fused.

He feels kinda annoyed about it (because now the navel hole in his clothes has to be nearly twice as big lol)

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I was wondering…in the Sweetest Pain Series, around what age does Dylan go from sweet mama loving baby, to the cool guy he is currently?

Hello my darling friend! Thank you for sending in this ask ♥️ I hope you like what I’ve done here and I know this technically wasn’t a part of my follower celebration but I think I’ll put in in the masterlist for it when I create one. So thank you for sending in this ask for our favorite family ♥️

He’s Not So Little Anymore

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Tattoo Artist Billy Russo x F! Reader with their son Dylan

Warnings: I think a couple of swear words, the rest is pure fluffy bunnies and unicorns, a few tears, feelings of your babies growing up

Word Count: 1.8K-ish

Summary: Reader is feeling a little sad that her son is too old to hang out with his mom. Billy comforts her.

A/N: Thank you again for sending this in, I know how much you like this series and this family and to everyone else who enjoys this series, thank you all for reading! And I’ll leave the rest of the series linked HERE

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕💕

Acceptance is a difficult emotion to navigate.

Knowing Dylan wouldn’t be little forever, you tried to convince yourself that you still had some time left for cozy snuggles, for him asking you to watch a movie with him, secretly observe him play with his dinosaur toys, or to hear him call you “mommy.” But the truth was he had outgrown all of those things and you were having a hard time accepting that.

Dylan was your second baby but he wasn’t a baby anymore. He went from playing with toy cars to racing go-karts with his friends. His once round chubby little face had started to thin out, he started styling his wild dark brown hair before school every day and suddenly he didn’t trust you to pick out his clothes anymore. Dylan had asked for you or Billy to take him shopping for school clothes because he had his own taste now, he knew what he liked and didn’t like, and he wanted to be the one to pick out his own clothes.

You were still getting used to your daughter, Anna Raven, growing up also. She was 14 now and her own little person with her own ideas, likes and dislikes. She was on her way to becoming a young adult even though it killed you to watch her grow up when it seemed like it was just yesterday she was getting her first pair of toddler Converse sneakers and saying her first words.

But Dylan was your precious baby boy, your little man, and, like Anna, he was growing up before your eyes. He was 10 years old, into playing video games, taking guitar lessons, and really enjoyed hearing about all the pranks his father and Uncle Frank pulled on each other while they were in the Marines. He was always just in complete awe of his dad serving his country being a marine.

While Dylan was at his guitar lesson, Billy came home a little early and found you in the living room.

“What are ya doin’, sweet girl?” Asked Billy, as he walked toward the couch where you were seated.

With a slight hitch in your voice, you replied, “Looking at Dylan’s baby pictures.”

Billy sat down next to you, looked down at the open pages, and you watched as his lips curled into a slight smile.

He pointed to one at the top of the page. Dylan was sitting in his high chair with cake and frosting smeared across his face. His fingers spread far apart on his chubby little hands to help him grab as much cake as possible to shovel into his mouth and his cheeks were so full of cake, he looked like a squirrel storing acorns for winter.

“His first birthday. He destroyed that cake, remember?” Said Billy, with a slight chuckle.

You laughed a little too as you swiped a tear away from your cheek.

“The T-Rex didn’t see that coming, did he.” You said with a warm smile.

Billy could hear the hitch in your voice like you were fighting back tears and you really were, they burned the back of your eyes as you tried to keep yourself from weeping. He knew you were barely holding yourself together when he drew you in close, your ear flush against his chest, and you could hear the gentle rhythm of his heart.

“It’s ok, baby. You can cry if you need to.” Said Billy, kissing the top of your head.

Your gentle sob broke through, “He’s not a baby anymore, Billy! Sometimes I…I miss when they were little, that’s all. Anna’s a teenager, she’s starting to do more things with her friends and is very involved in school. And Dylan, he used to be my little buddy, we used to do a lot of things together and now he’s taking guitar lessons, actually combing his hair and flashing girls that perfect Russo smile of yours.” You said with dryness in your throat.

Billy softly pressed his lips to your forehead, you could feel a wide smile stretch across his face, and a slight chuckle escaped the side of his mouth. Like a cat, you buried your face into his green Henley as his long arms squeezed you tightly.

Your voice was somewhat muffled as you said, “You’re laughing at me, Billy.”

“Only a little.” He replied. “But that’s what they’re supposed to do, sweet girl. We prep them for the real world, teach them not to be assholes, guide them in the right direction and off they go. They still need us, baby, but I know what you mean…sometimes I miss when they were little too.”

You remembered how nervous Billy was when he found out he was going to be a father, he never had one so he was scared he wouldn’t be a good one. He watched Frank with his kids and he loved being an uncle to Lisa and Junior but knowing he was going to have a child of his own, Billy was scared he wouldn’t be good at it.

He surprised himself at how he took to it so naturally when Little Raven was born. The first time he held her, fed her, changed her…and although it was still difficult, it was easier than he thought it would be and by the time Dylan came around, Billy was a professional.

He really was a great dad.

Both Anna and Dylan were always very relaxed when Billy held them with the exception of the time period where Dylan always wanted mommy, not daddy. They rarely cried or struggled and instead, just melted into his arms like you did when he held you in an embrace.

You remembered telling him then, “They trust you, baby. You make them feel safe and protected, just like you do for me.”

Inhaling the scent of green soap from his shirt, you replied, “Not fair baby, you’re using my words against me.”

“Well my wife IS a lot smarter than I am. She knows what she’s talking about.” Said Billy.

When you raised your chin up to meet his gaze, Billy was fondly looking down at you with his endless brown eyes and the loving smile that he’s given you thousands of times. He inched his face closer to you and softly pressed his lips to yours, they tasted like peppermint and his hand cupped your cheek.

After setting the photo album down next to you on the couch, you crawled into his lap, brushed the bristles of his beard with your thumbs, and deepened the kiss as a low growl escaped his lips.

Billy’s hands traveled to your ass which took you by surprise and you let out a yelp.

“Ya know, beautiful, Anna is just upstairs and Dylan should be home any minute from his lesson. You keep kissing me like that, it’s gonna lead to somethin’ the kids shouldn’t see.” He said with a smile in between kisses.

With a slight pout and a quick bat of your eyelashes, you said, “Okaaaaaay, will you play with me later?”

Outside, a car door slammed shut and then you heard a key in the lock.

“Just try and stop me, sweet girl.” Said Billy, as he kissed the tip of your nose.

The front door closed and Dylan walked into the living room carrying his guitar case.

“Hey Mom, hey Dad.” Dylan said. “Whaaaaat were you guys doin’?” He asked with narrowed eyes.

“Lookin’ at your baby pictures! You wanna see?” You asked excitedly.

“Maybe later, I gotta go practice. Oh, when Ms. Mullaney dropped me off she was talkin’ about this old movie she likes that she thinks I’d like called Aliens. You know it, right Mom? You know every movie on earth!” He said.

“Excuse me? Old movie?!!” You said with an elevated voice.

Billy jumped in.

“Uh, baby he’s not wrong, it is an old movie.” He said.

Deflated, you replied, “Yeah, you’re right it is old…I just didn’t wanna say it out loud because that means I’m old.”

Billy and Dylan started to laugh, both of them exuding that perfect smile that you loved so much. Your not-so-little boy was an exact copy of his father from his wild dark brown hair, intense brown eyes, and, of course, the million dollar smile.

Billy said, “And just because it’s old, doesn’t make it any less awesome…just like your mother. I’m kidding! I’m kidding, baby!”

He started to laugh as a long drawn out gasp escaped your lips.

“Billy Russo! How dare you!” You said as you tried to keep a straight face but ended up laughing too.

“Dad did say you were awesome too, Mom.” Said Dylan with a reassuring smile. “So, will you watch it with me later, Mom? Please?”

The tears stung the back of your eyes. Trying your best to not let them fall, you replied, “Of course I will, buddy.”

With an excited smile, he replied, “Cool! Well, I’m gonna go practice for a little while. Be ready to watch when I’m done, ok?”

“I will be ready!” You said enthusiastically as you watched him walk up the stairs to his room.

As soon as his door closed, your tears fell but Billy was right there to catch them before they streaked down your cheeks and placed a gentle kiss on your lips.

“See sweet girl, he’s getting older but Dylan still wants to hang out with his mom.” He said with a wink. “I love you.”

You replied, “I love you too, handsome. Ooh! We get to play our favorite game! Ok, 20 bucks says he’s gonna start his practice session with Come as You Are – Nirvana. What’s your guess?”

Billy pondered for a minute and scratched at his beard with his long fingers before he said, “Smoke on the Water – Deep Purple.”

The two of you shook hands and waited patiently for Dylan to fire up his guitar. It was so quiet in the living room, you could hear a pin drop before the familiar riff of Come as You Are traveled from Dylan’s room down to the living room where you were.

Pumping both fists in the air, an excited smile stretched across your lips as you let out a taunting laugh.

“HA!! Pay up, baby!” You said.

“SHIT!” Exclaimed Billy as he pulled a twenty out of his pocket and aggressively slapped it into your hand. He hated to lose at anything. “Are you cheating? I’ve lost like four in a row now!”

“I don’t think I like your tone, lieutenant and I resent your insinuation that I would use our child to cheat.” You said with a narrowed expression and a sly grin.

“Alright, can we call a truce?” Billy said with his hands up.

You snaked and clasped your hands around his neck before inching yourself closer to him. Your lips ghosted over his before you said, “I’ll give you a truce, if you kiss me like you mean it, Mr. Russo.”

Billy touched the tip of his tongue to the roof of his mouth before purring in your ear, “Yes, ma’am.”

Both of your children were growing up, exploring, and doing their own things but you and Billy will always have the wonderful memories of creating and enjoying your beautiful little family.

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Slamming my fist on my desk. Head in hands. Unpopular opinion: I think Georgie leaving Jon alone was the worst decision she could have possibly made. I fully support and understand her, especially because it's her choice to pull away, but Jon got kidnapped, sent on several goose chases to try and figure out how to stop the world from ending, with no obvious way of getting out in relative safety and then straight DYING in an explosion. Her only helping Melanie is like... I can't describe it, it's a pretty big stinging pain imo. Again, I fully understand her but MAN. I lowkey hated her during s4 for how she treated Jon. I understand the mentality she had, and it's a very understandable one, but ow. Damn. Especially when Martin asked why they stopped talking and she says 'It's not about worth, but yes, Melanie is at least trying to get better' while Jon was struggling intensely with now being Technically Undead and a Monster that no one was bothering to try and properly support. Her being protective over Melanie is fully understandable at the end tho, it really wasn't his business at that point but ow. Owwwwwwww

Anyway ty for your time E, I hope you're doing well

Thanks for sharing! Let’s chat!

I always have time for you Anon! I enjoy reading opinions! I am well and hope you are too!

As for your opinion, I think it’s very nice of you to acknowledge both sides of the argument here: you understand where Georgie is coming from and you said as much, then you gave examples for why you didn’t like what she did.

I don’t have much to add to this: it’s been a while since I’ve done a re-listen so I don’t want to speak on something I have a faded memory of. But, I do love love love seeing the discussions people have in reblogs and replies, so converse away!

Again, thanks for sharing and remember to keep your words kind!

-E

[genericpuff]

All That Glitters is Not Feminism - An Analysis of LO's Brand of "Feminism" and What Remains of its Fanbase (A Prologue)

So I referenced a certain article in a recent reblog/ask response and I just need to talk about it because what the actual fuck-

This has to have been written by either a bot or a hater who's reached peak god tier level at playing the long con sarcasm game because NOTHING about this feels sincere or even factual. Much of it almost has to be read in a mocking tone for it to make any real sense.

It says "Lore Olympus" (literally in quotations) in just about every single paragraph over and over again and every single talking point revolves EXCLUSIVELY around Persephone, which I suppose comes as no surprise considering that seems to be all the comic - and its fanbase - cares about at this point.

I really love (/s) how Persephone's "evolution" is being naive and then 'blossoming' into an independent woman who relies entirely on the rich man who groomed her to solve all her problems.

Also all she's done since becoming Queen of the Underworld is abuse lower class people. That's the stuff feminist dreams are made of <3

While we're talking about the main leads, "poster child" is definitely a word for Hades, I think a more appropriate term would be "literal child". And boy howdy, 'god of consent' sure is a title to give the guy who ripped out a lower class satyr's eyeball and beat him half to death.

This man owns slaves, btw. And both he and his "powerful wife" are equally horrible to lower class people, especially women.

This is hands-down the funniest section of the article and we're only three bullet points in.

Thetis and Persephone have never even so much as spoken one word to each other outside of the courtroom that Thetis technically put her in after plotting against her for an entire season.

Eros is a man. Nothing wrong with that but it comes with the unintentional icky hilarity of implying that because Eros is the gay best friend, that means he's a woman.

They literally don't read this fucking comic-

Everyone always relies on this weird talking point of Demeter not being able to "let Persephone go"... y'all, she just didn't want Persephone to outright move to Olympus, she wanted her to commute. That was it! That was literally the only problem! She wasn't preventing Persephone from pursuing a higher education or telling her she wasn't allowed to work, she literally fucking encouraged it! And with the added later context of Persephone killing a bunch of mortals - and, ironically, the fact that Persephone was assaulted/put in harm's way by TWO SEPARATE MEN in the first two days of her time in Olympus - yeah, I don't blame Demeter for not wanting her daughter to move cold turkey actually LOL

Also hilarious that they claim Rachel has turned "tradition" into "innovation" when the only thing she's managed to do is set back modern feminism in her young adult readers by 80 years and re-establish misogynist brainwashing in her adult ones. Rachel, your fanbase was literally shipping a victim of abuse with her abuser just a few days ago.

oh boy this is uh

this is some cult shit ngl

and the "rewriting the script of Greek mythology" part is VERY concerning knowing what we know about Lore Olympus and who it was written by. This is literally cultural appropriation, full stop, and it exists because Lore Olympus - and works like it, made by people like Rachel - exists.

I can't even commit to the original theory that this was written by a bot because it all feels very pointed and intenetional. This is being written by someone who, at the very least, REALLY sucks at media analysis and writing, because the entire article is just "Lore Olympus, buzzword, Lore Olympus, buzzword, buzzword, Lore Olympus", it's like a white knight incantation for guilty virtue signallers who have zero clue what they're talking about. And at worst, yes, it's appropriation from someone who doesn't mind taking a culture's stories and myths and promoting their erasure by people outside of the culture like Rachel.

And that's it, that's literally the article lmao

*EDIT: There was a section here before addressing the writer of the article from a very opinionated POV that, while isn't unusual for what I do here, did feel necessary to remove after I was contacted by the article writer who addressed the flaws in their original article and is now seeking to correct them with revisions/an article rewrite. So I felt it only fair as a compromise to at least remove that section as it really doesn't have a whole lot to do with this post as a whole and can be removed without entirely ruining the flow of this analysis. If/when that article is rewritten, I'll be revisiting this post and my overall analysis !

And honestly, it's all really telling, because this does accurately reflect the state of the LO fanbase.

Not only do many of the people who defend this comic like it's their job not pick up on the blatant misogynist tones that are going on in its narrative (I can't even call them "undertones" anymore, they're no longer that subtle) but whether or not they even read the comic at all is up for debate with how much stuff they tend to get wrong in their own arguments and justifications. And this is something that's VERY regularly seen in the fanbase discussions, readers will constantly be unaware of things that happened because they skimmed through it at lightning speed just to see if Hades and Persephone kiss and so they can get the top comment on Webtoons so they can be "ahead of the fanbase". It's no wonder that Rachel has gotten used to getting away with retconning things because her fanbase didn't even read what she established the first time.

Rachel's fanbase was literally defending the romance ship of an abuser and his victim on the newest FP episode preview. When that FP episode came out two nights ago and Hera said, point blank, that he didn't love her but abused her, I could only think of that portion of the fanbase who was very audibly simping over Kronos in the IG comment section. Are they actually having their moment of shameful clarity now? Or are they just gonna move the goalposts and pretend that didn't happen?

I don't want to say anything bad about Shelby here because she really seems like she's fighting for her life on this site that she's trying to get off the ground, but a lot of her other articles also come across as very one-note while being peppered with buzzwords that make it seem like what she's talking about is "progressive" when it really isn't. Case in point, Lessons in Chemistry has been commonly criticized for not actually appealing to the demographic that its Mary Sue-ish main character is supposed to represent - women in STEM career fields.

I've said it before, and I'll say it again: Lore Olympus is not 'feminism', it's white feminism that is designed to appeal to predominantly heterocis white women who think the solution to misogyny is to willingly submit to it and accept the status quo - that it's "empowering" if the woman is smiling and having all her needs paid for by a man. Sure, I can accept that different women will be looking for different relationship dynamics, some women genuinely are happy being in a relationship where they support their husbands first and foremost. But can that truly be called feminism? Or is the real feminism the choices we make along the way that we should be given the freedom to make?

It says a lot about the folks who tend to regularly prop up LO on a pedestal like this as some "revolution in feminism" despite the contrary after spending more than just 30 seconds skimming the attention-grabbing art, and Shelby is just one of many. She's not the worst of the bunch, though.

That goes to someone else who I want to give proper light to in their own essay. Someone who definitely earned a good stern talking-to this past week and has, thankfully, had consequences dished out to her for her horrible actions towards queer POC writers.

If you know, you know. If you don't, buckle up.

[weirdocat83]

Thought of a random thought while reblogging a post about Shen yuan’s sister transmigrating with him. But like, technically you could have Shen Yuan’s sister live a full life and you know, die, only to be transported to PIDW where she re-meets Shen yuan. It’d be all sentimental and everything because she wouldn’t have seen him in years and gets to re-meet him but at the same time, it’d be hilarious after the fact because while he was dead in her world she get even more sassy and fandom-ish and although she’s a very capable woman, 100% she’s just as bad - if not worse - than Shen Yuan. Also the oncoming crisis when your little sister has lived more years and is more mature than you.

[communist-hatsunemiku]

someone I (no longer) follow reblogged this pic of squidward shooting spongebob with a shotgun in like a realistic gore photoshop style. And im just like, what exactly is this content doing for you that you feel the need to reblog it or even post it in the first place. I don't even object on moral grounds or whatever the fuck, im just like: why? is it funny? Someone reblogged it and tagged it as "#FAV". Really? this picture of squidward shooting spongebob with a shotgun producing photorealistic gore is #FAV? It's not even like, technically impressive it's a low res low effort photoshop. It's the kind of thing I expect some like, 13 year old white suburban mcmansion dweller who just discovered the concept of irony to think is cool, or funny, or.. anything, at all.

I am just being a hater but maybe don't put this vapid bullshit on my dashboard. maybe try a little harder or just stop scrolling and stop blogging and delete your tumblr altogether.

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Needed a proper pinned post aha-

Hello hello! I’m Krash, I use he/they/it pronouns, and I do art, animation, and sometimes character analysis posts (aka, insanity rambles) in the fandom space

Primarily I’m in the Life Series / Hermitcraft / MCYT fandom, but I also make fan content for Campaign Skyjacks and various other medias I’m interested in

I ALSO REBLOG A LOT! So it’s much easier to use the tags on my page than scroll, I fear

My art is under “#krash art” animation is under “#krash animatics” and analysis posts are under “#krash’s insanity rambles”

Main Sona design ^^^ (I technically have a second one for my WC channel/QuirKrash ', but I don't use them as often)

Current major projects under the cut! vvv

Project SSMM

Right now, I’m in the designs / concepts stage for an AMV series I plan on making for seasons 1-4 of the Life Series (temporarily dubbed “Project Sun, Stars // Moon, Mars” or “Project SSMM”)

I technically already started the first AMV in this series (wips under “#ICD progress logs” but I definitely jumped the gun in terms of prep work so many of it’s subject to change!

LF!AU

I’m also in the process of (re)writing my Sci-Fi / Horror AU called lensFlare (which you’ve probably seen mini animatics for on my TikTok!). This takes place in a version of the EVO -> 3L timeline where the watchers are an ancient tutorial mod / AI system gone rogue. All traces of this mod were thought to have been eradicated until an unlucky player, Scar, fell out of the game and into an unfortunate arrangement. This deal was struck with what used to be another player, someone who breaks reality through sheer existence and insists Scar follow suit

I’m mostly finished with the world building and have the most barest bones of a storyline planned so far. This one’ll probably get a lot of hints and teasers while I’m sorting out the details lol

[kirain]

For the anon who said the Wall of the Faithless isn’t canon to bg3–I was thinking of that post today when I found a book in the House of Hope’s archive that detailed the wall! So beyond a blanket “all forgotten realms lore is canon to the game” statement, the Wall is for sure there too.

Poor Mr. of Waterdeep 🥲

That's right! This was also pointed out by @superanonymousthethird, who posted a pic of the journal when they reblogged my answer to that ask. The Wall of the Faithless is absolutely canon to BG3, unfortunately.

Karlach also speaks several times about the City of Judgement and how she fears it, because she doesn't revere any gods and isn't sure if any of them would welcome her into their domain. She mentions it in the graveyard and after killing Gortash, if you choose that path.

Karlach is just as terrified of dying as Gale is, because the ending probably won't be a happy one. That said, Karlach at least has a better chance of being welcomed into someone's domain, even if she doesn't know it. Gale has no chance because he's a fallen Chosen, abandoned by his goddess.

Now, I am aware that in 2020 the 5E Sword Coast Adventurer's Guide was edited and re-released with all mention of the Wall removed, which means it's now only mentioned in previous editions of D&D. Therefore, technically, when it comes to people's irl campaigns, the existence of the Wall is up to their discretion, but in the case of BG3, the Wall of the Faithless is provably canon, which would make sense since the story for the game was finished before 2020.

This is why Gale, Karlach, and even Shadowheart are so scared. Shadowheart in particular has a deeply gripping comment about why people cling to the gods, and why she converts to Selûne. I'm an atheist myself, but in the Fogotten Realms, gods are incontestably real ... and sadly so are their punishments. This is why Gale is so desperate to either earn Mystra's forgiveness or break free by becoming a god himself.

[scoonsalicious]

Unwanted: Chapter 25, Unprotected - Pt. 3

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language,

WARNING: THIS PART HAS A MAJOR THEME THAT SHOULD HAVE A WARNING, BUT I DO NOT WANT TO SPOIL THE PLOT. THEREFORE, IF THERE IS SOMETHING YOU FEAR YOU MAY NOT BE ABLE TO HANDLE, *PLEASE* DM ME FOR THE WARNING BEFORE READING!

Word Count: 1.7k

Previously On...: Uh... something went horribly wrong.

A/N: BUCKY IS BACK, and just in time <3

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You weren’t sure what woke you up– the incessant beeping or the dull ache between your legs. 

“Ugh, Sam, turn off your fucking alarm clock,” you muttered, pulling your blanket above your head. When had the apartment lights gotten so hideously bright? “Sam’s not here, doll. ‘Fraid it’s just me.”

Your eyes shot open at the sound of his voice, and you slowly pulled the blanket down from your face. You were lying on a bed in the middle of a hospital suite, and Bucky Barnes was sitting in an armchair in the corner. He looked haggard, as if he hadn’t done anything but worry and fret since arriving. 

“What the fuck are you doing here?” you asked him, fighting to keep your voice steady. You’d hoped time would have helped lessen the pain you felt at the sight of him, but no– he still tore at your heart.

“You never changed your emergency contact,” he said, getting up from his chair to sit at the edge of your bed. Lovely. You were going to have to re-traumatize yourself because you hadn’t been assed to update fucking paperwork. 

You rubbed your eyes with your hands. “What happened?” you asked.

“I was about to ask you the same thing,” Bucky said. He reached for you but you, but you pulled away, leaving him to frown at the space where your hand had been. “All they would tell me was that your distress beacon was activated, and when SHIELD operatives responded to your safehouse, they found you passed out in a pool of blood. They had you in surgery when I got here.”

“Surgery?” You began patting your body, searching for bandages or stitches, some sign of an incision, but you found nothing. “I don’t feel like I had surgery.”

Bucky shrugged. “That’s all they told me. Since I’m technically not family, they wouldn’t say anything more.” You scoffed. He was a lot less than ‘technically not family’.

“Well, I’m not dead,” you said dismissively, “so no reason for you to stay.” You shooed him away with a flap of your wrists. “Go on home now.”

Bucky snorted. “All laid up in the hospital and still, you got jokes,” he said. “I’m not going anywhere. Sam called Steve on his way to the airport, told him what went down with A.J., so looks like you’re in need of a new mission partner.” The smirk behind his eyes was enough to make you sneer.

“No,” you said, crossing your arms, and you were sure you looked very intimidating in your hospital gown with an IV sticking out of your hand. “I’m good, thanks. Don’t need any help, especially not yours.”

Bucky rolled his eyes at you. “Always so stubborn,” he chided. “Doesn’t matter what you want, doll. Captain’s orders; I’m here to stay, at least until Sam gets back.”

Fucking wonderful. As if you didn’t have enough to worry about, with girls getting murdered, Hydra funding the Wiggle Room, you randomly bleeding out and collapsing, and poor A.J.’s condition still unknown. Maybe there was something so seriously wrong with you, they’d make you go back to the Tower to recover and Bucky would be forced to stay down here, alone. God, was that actually what you were hoping for, now? Your life had indeed gone to shit.

There was a soft knock on your door and a man in a white doctor’s coat and glasses entered, carrying a clipboard.

“Ms. (Y/L/N)?” he asked. When you nodded, he continued: “I’m Dr. Carson; I’ve been attending to you during your stay with us. I’m glad to see you awake. How are you feeling?”

You barked out a humorous laugh. “Like I’ve been thoroughly fucked by a cactus, Doc. Care to explain what the hell happened to me?”

Bucky suppressed a snort as the doctor blushed and averted his gaze. “Yes, well, it’s quite normal to experience some mild discomfort following a D&C,” he began.

You sat up straighter, positive you had misheard him. “I’m sorry,” you interrupted, “a fucking what now?” He couldn’t have said what you thought you heard him say.

Dr. Carson coughed. “A Dilation and Curettage,” he explained. “It’s a procedure to–”

“Oh, I know what it’s fucking is,” you said, raising your voice. “What I don’t understand is why I would even need one in the first place!” Except you did. There was only one reason, and it made everything make perfect sense– the vomiting, the fatigue, all of it. 

Before the doctor could answer you, Bucky spoke up: “Uh, I don’t know what it is. One of you care to explain to me what the hell all this means?”

“It’s none of your fucking business, Barnes,” you grumbled, just as the doctor spoke over you:

“It’s a surgical procedure that requires dilation of the cervix and the removal of tissue from the uterus,” he said. “In this case, that would be necrotic fetal tissue.”

Jesus fucking Christ.

“Um, okay,��� Bucky said as he considered the doctor’s words. You watched as the realization came over his face. “Holy shit. Fetal tissue? Like… like a baby?”

Dr. Carson nodded slowly. “Yes.” He turned back to face you. “I’m very sorry for your loss, Ms. (Y/L/N), but it appears that you’ve experienced what we call a spontaneous miscarriage. Near as we can figure, you were about sixteen weeks along.”

You brought both hands to your temples. Was this real life? 

“Were you not aware you were pregnant?” the doctor asked, taking in the look of complete shock on your face. “When was the date of your last period?”

Before you could control yourself, you began laughing with the absolute absurdity of the entire situation. “I’ve been slightly preoccupied,” you managed to get out. “Between the baby’s father” you thumbed at Bucky, “cheating on me with my greatest enemy, working undercover to save a bunch of women from sex trafficking and now solving a murder, too, I guess, so forgive me if I haven’t really been keeping track.”

The look Dr. Carson gave you then was a mixture of concern and alarm, and you were fairly confident he was this close to having you held for a mandatory psych eval. Good; you could benefit from a vacation.

“Could, you, uh,” Bucky cleared his throat, “give us a moment alone, please, doctor? I’m sure Pock– I mean (Y/N) needs a minute to collect herself, to process.”

“Yes, of course,” Dr. Carson said, seeming relieved that one of you appeared sane, at least. “I’ll send a nurse over in a little while to check your vitals, and we can see about getting you discharged.”

Bucky nodded and offered the doctor his thanks on your behalf, because you were still laughing. Dr. Carson left the room, his haste evident. 

“Pocket,” Bucky said, trying to get your attention, but you ignored him. “Pocket,” he tried again, this time grabbing both your shoulders in his hands and gently shaking them. “Hey, get yourself together, come on!”

Your laughter tapered away and you wiped a tear away from your eye. “Oh my god,” you exhaled. “I’m sorry, but this is just… I’ve been running around pregnant for four fucking months? Come on! That’s, like, an entire third of a year! You gotta admit, that’s fucking insane!”

Bucky studied you. “You really didn’t know?”

You snorted. “Of course not! If I knew, I wouldn’t be in this situation to begin with, because I would have taken care of it the second I found out.”

A frown took over Bucky’s face. “What do you mean, ‘take care of it’?” he asked. 

“I mean, like, I would have aborted it,” you said, as though the answer was so unbelievably obvious that it was stupid of him to have even asked, but Bucky’s frown deepened. “You can’t honestly think I would have kept it?”

“It was our baby, Pocket,” he said after a beat, his voice a rough whisper. “You would have killed our baby?!”

You rolled your eyes. “What? Just because you knocked me up, I’m supposed to forget everything you put me through and play happy co-parents with you and step mommy Carthage for the next eighteen years? No fucking thank you.”

“I would have married you,” he said, and you noticed for the first time that his voice was full of sorrow, his eyes lined with tears. Jesus Christ, this was hurting him. “We would have raised him or her together. Been a family.”

You laughed, the sound harsh and awkward to your own ears. “There’s no way in hell I’d marry you,” you told him. “Not after what you did. A clump of cells doesn’t just absolve you from your sins.”

“That was our child,” Bucky said, with so much anguish in his voice that you pulled yourself back. “That was a baby we made, out of our love, and you’re talking about it like it’s… it’s inconvenient garbage.”

“Yeah, well, I guess the trash took itself out,” you said bitterly.

Bucky looked at you in abject horror. “You don’t mean that,” he said, as though trying to convince himself as much as you. “You’re… you’re in shock. You’ve been through a trauma, and you’re not thinking straight.” He shook his head in disbelief. “You don’t mean that,” he reiterated.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, James.” You turned your head away from him, not wanting to see the way he was looking at you, as if you were a complete stranger. 

The suite’s door opened again, and a nurse came in, dragging a portable computer cart behind her. Saved by the vitals, you thought.

“This conversation isn’t over,” Bucky said under his breath, and you sighed, knowing that you weren’t going to be able to table this discussion for long, but not knowing what he hoped to get out of you. 

He couldn’t seriously have expected you to want to have had a baby with him, could he? Not after everything. To be forced into close proximity with him for the next two decades, and be tied together for the rest of your lives with a constant reminder of what could have been, should have been, with what he prevented you from ever having? That was just… delusional. 

Even though, if you had given yourself a chance to truly think about it, outside of the initial shock of it all, that was what you would have wanted, too.

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˗ˏˋ⚡︎ˎˊ˗‘ELLO AND YELLO! ˗ˏˋ⚡︎ˎˊ˗

Hiya! I’m Lochland Soramoto- but 湖 (Mizūmi) works for those native to Japan! He/Him for me! I’m technically attending the illustrious Naranja Academy, but I also am a part-time research aide on the side!

I’m Galarian-Unovan, but I’m also descended from a Diamond Clan member from Hisui! We moved from Driftveil to Paldea for a change of scenery.

If you’ve seen me around, be it on the news or anywhere else- lemme clarify some things.

Yes, I have a weird red Cyclizar. Professor Sada (yes, that one) entrusted him with me. I’ve decided to give it the nickname of ‘Fangs.’ He does not battle. Do not ask him to. The other one belongs to @sunflowertrick.

Yes, I’m the one who’s in a ‘war’ against Team Star, and beat up that giant Bombirdier. I’m fine. Just listen to me when I say to stay out of areas and you’ll also be fine.

NO, I did not summon Chairman Rose onto here because of a misinformed crush. I do not condone nor support what he did, I just wasn’t aware because I busy being kidnapped during that whole mess.

Anon is off. For my own safety, really. I’ve said some fucked up things and I can’t undo them. But I can try and be better. Anons…are not gonna be that helpful.

Anyways- when I’m not researching or battling, I like to bake! I’m really good at Poffins! I also enjoy learning about history and legends, and Pokémon ecology. In fact, I aspire to be a Professor when I’m older.

I currently have two Paldean Badges, but I do have others. These being;

4 from Sinnoh (Cobble, Fen, Icicle, Coal)

2 from Unova (Basic, Jet)

I’m not the best at battling, and trying to re-learn how to have fun with them. So don’t expect me to be amazing just because I have a few.

That’s about it for me, so let me introduce the co-host of this blog! Or, rather, it’ll introduce himself!

Bzzt! Bzzt!

Hello, Rotomblr! My name is Roto! It/He, co-host- and Pokémon partner to Lochland! I’ll pop in quite often, under the tag #roto-sayz ! You can also tell when I talk because I use Kaomojis! ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

My hobbies include learning anything and everything! Tell me or ask me about anything!

There’s techinally someone else here, guy named Arven, but he doesn’t have access to this account technically. Regardless, his tag is #crytpic-cook-🥪!.

Finally, Pokémon! Which include:

Battling:

Pavé the Quaxwell

Rosa the Charcadet

Garlic the Shroomish

Nightmare the Gengar

Bertha the Clodsire

Non-Battling:

Roto the Rotom (for now, bzzt…)

Fangs the Koraidon

Glad to make your acquaintance! Hope we all get along!

OOC//

Hi! Mun here- Lochland here is a protag for Scarlet universe! Technically a co-protag with @sunflowertrick and her oc, Emmy! He’ll be mainly doing the other stuff besides the Gym Challenge though he does occasionally take it on! He’s also the former protag of a certain game that’s pretty obvious.

Rules are simple.

- NO NSFW (duh)

- IC anon hate is encouraged! He’s very reckless. And has made some seriously fucked errors.

Lochland will also, at times, enter high stakes pokéblogging, though that is always tagged according. When this happens; he usually is in some sort of arc. Feel free to send him asks about the situation during this! There will also be offscreen writings, showing the adventure in a bit more detail!

Tags:

#lochland-here! -> Lochland blogging

#roto-sayz -> Roto blogging

#:{volt switch ⚡️}: -> Roto reblogs

# :{baton pass 💿}: -> Lochland reblogs

#you’ve-got-mail!📨 -> answering asks! (previously ‘ask’)

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#:{sketch 🖼️}: -> Emmy’s tag! (previously emmy-easel)

#cryptic-cook🥪 -> Arven’s tag/blogging

#:{revival blessing 🌟}: -> Nemona’s tag!

#:{u-turn🪲} -> Clover (@/clvr-the-insect-enthusiast) tag! (previously four-leaf-clover)

#: {tal-talk!!} -> Tal (@/trainer-tal) tag! (That’s not permanent I just don’t have a good move idea yet <\3)

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#titan-slaying⚔️-> Path of Legends storyline (previously herba-hunting)

#shooting-stars☄️-> Operation Starfall storyline (previously operation-starfall)

#tall-grass🐾 -> surveying Pokémon posts!

Previous Arcs:

TITAN BOMBIRDIER:

#vs-bombirder - starts here!

Offscreen Posts - 1/2/3

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