#I started researching the subject and now I want to go so badly

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Kinktober Prompt: Dirty Talk

Relationship: Dean Winhester x Reader

Content: Sexual content, implied sex, sexting, Dean has a breeding kink, mentions of cum/creampies, exhibitionism fantasies.

Summary: While trying to focus on research, Dean executes a plan to distract you, shamelessly in front of his brother. Can you hold it together, or will you crack under the pressure?

"Hold on, I think we're looking at the wrong Louisville," Sam speaks up. You whip your head to the brother before opening your laptop to inspect for yourself.

Dean arches an eyebrow, "Sam, there are a million Louisville's, you gotta narrow it down."

In his lap, Dean begins to type into his phone. You shift in your seat, staring at your open laptop, opened to a list of different states that are each home to a different Louisville. In your back pocket your phone vibrates against your chair. You glance at Dean before opening the new notification.

I'm bored.

You stifle a laugh but roll your eyes, replying to Dean.

Another vamp case isn't enough for you?

You see Dean smirk out of your periphery. Sam's brows furrow as he mutters to himself, scrolling through different sites and resources, occasionally asking for your and Dean's input.

"We've checked Kentucky and Georgia already - I think Ohio should be next on our list."

"Since when do Vampires attack cities just based on its name?"

Sam clears his throat. Your phone vibrates in your hand; you swiftly check the message, but instantly forget the start of Sam's explanation.

You have no idea how badly I want to fuck you right now.

A rush of red floods your cheeks before you shove the phone back into your pocket. You snap back to attention for Sam, though your mind is traveling elsewhere.

"The way I see it, vampires can have a pretty twisted sense of humor. It's possible that vamps from all of these different states thought it would be funny to go after their own Louisvilles."

Despite Sam's talking, Dean's attention is set on you as you try to pay attention. He smiles when he watches you falter over Sam's words, and laughs when you have to ask Sam to repeat part of what he said. Of course Sam pays little mind at first and simply reiterates, but still shifts his attention to Dean. You take a break to reply to him.

right now??? Dean we're literally in the middle of our research.

A swift reply from a too-cool Dean: I know.

You put down your phone with a short exhale and school yourself back into a research mindset. A few minutes pass without a disturbance, save for the occasional comment or question from you or Sam, but there was radio silence from Dean. Until he prods further, at least.

"Hey, check the link I sent you," after you perk your head up, you realize that Dean's focus is on you once again.

"Could you send it to me, too, Dean?" Sam requests.

Dean quickly changes the subject, "It's not for the case, it was somethin' we were talking about earlier. But trust me, if I find anymore nerd content, I'll send it your way."

Sam gives his brother a glare before he tends back to his laptop. You comply with Dean and look at your phone, and it takes everything in your willpower to keep yourself collected.

I would fuck you on this table right now, if I could. You're lucky I don't want to scar Sam for life.

You accidentally chuckle, bringing Sam to attention again. You mutter an apology at his confused look and you both look back to your computers. Hiding your phone behind your laptop screen and out of view, you watch the flood of Dean's texts come in.

You would sound so much prettier if I could hear your screams echo off the walls.

Warmth floods between your thighs - you instinctively clench onto nothing but the thought of Dean buried in you, splayed wide on the mahogany table. Your mind rushes to the idea of Dean bending you over onto the wood, holding you firmly at the hips as he juts his hips from behind.

Everything alright, sweetheart?

His teasing leaves you scowling at your phone. Hopefully your expression could be assumed to be directed at your research, which hasn't made any progress, no thanks to Dean. You debate your reply before sending it.

What else would you do?

You see a smile stretch Dean's lips as he prepares his response. You tense as you await, but his text is drawn out, making you wait. Dean was delivering this flawlessly - just enough to watch you squirm and lose yourself to the thoughts.

I would start out slow. Ideally you'd just be in a t-shirt and panties, sitting right here in front of me on the table. I would lean you back, and slowly pull your panties to the side...

It was all he gave you, for the time being. You shift in your seat again, clicking your laptop a few times to build the illusion of intent research.

Your phone buzzes with a new message.

I would start with my fingers. I'd tug your panties to the side, and slip a finger in. You'd sound so much better when you'd try to keep quiet. I would make you come with one finger, then two, then three.

The reply to him is short, but it's all you can muster as you've fallen under his spell, Would we be alone?

Dean clears his throat before he rises from the table. He holds an arm in front of his crotch and quickly turns to leave for the kitchen.

"Want a beer?" he asks generally.

Fuck, you needed more than a beer. To deal with this, he should've offered a handle of vodka for you to drown out the untimely advances.

"Sure," echo you and Sam, smiling at each other that you spoke at the same time. After all these months with the brothers, you all had really begun to mimic behaviors. It was a beautiful sign of the time you've shared and the intricate work you all put into your relationships.

It's a nice way to clear your clouded head. That is, until you see a new reply from Dean. You make a particular effort to watch Sam out of the corner of your eye.

Doesn't matter. If someone was home, they'd have a hell of a show.

You quip, You're feeling pretty bold, huh?

He reminds you, Again, you're lucky I don't want to scar Sam for life.

Dean comes back into the room, meticulously holding three beers in one hand, while he texts with the other. You're intently eyeing your phone as you await his reply.

I'd add my tongue, too. I know exactly what pretty sounds you make when I've got my fingers in your pussy, and your clit in my mouth. You'd look so pretty trying to grip onto the table.

The scowl stitching your brows together softens as you feed into the flirtations. A fresh flow of heat melts between your legs, reminding you immediately of the power Dean could have over your body, even without using his hands.

You'd be shaking by the time I was done. You would be begging like you always do. Begging for my cock, begging me to fill up your needy pussy. Cause my hands just aren't enough to fuck you dumb, are they?

Breath hitches in your throat. Are you seriously about to full-on sext Dean right in front of his brother? Surely, Sam would have to notice at some point, though Dean shows no sign of him regarding it.

No, sir, you admit. You prop your phone back on your laptop and 'continue to research', pathetically at that.

Sweet girl is always needing my big cock to ruin her insides, isn't she?

The image of Dean's length intrudes your thoughts, throbbing and leaking with beads of precum. You can envision its warmth at your entrance, and the way Dean notches the thick head of him into your tight hole before he eases himself inside. Your fingers ache with the effort of not shoving them into your slicked panties to toy with yourself.

Dean's teasing doesn't ease in the slightest. If anything, it seems like he's trying to have you undone. Begging.

You'd ride me in the chair, first. I would have you fuck yourself onto my cock, but you wouldn't be able to come yet. Not until I can watch the way I stretch you open on the table.

Sam's muttering saves you from falling too deep into the rabbit hole Dean's excavated for you. You steady your breath, debating the risk of replying back to Dean. If he's finding amusement in doing this, you can't tell - his expression is cool and collected, to your frustration.

Do you know that your tummy bulges when I'm inside you? I'd make you watch. You'd see how my big cock shoves into that tight pussy, stretching her wide open for me.

You squirm helplessly in your seat, crossing your legs to stifle the dull throbbing radiating from your clit. With your thighs shifting together, you brace yourself to finally issue a reply.

You're mean

Dean audibly chuckles. Sam inspects him and scowls, "Dean, are you even doing your research? We really need to work on this - we're leaving tomorrow."

The eldest Winchester trains his expression back to utter seriousness, "Y'gonna wring my neck for taking a break?"

"This is important-"

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Dean dismisses, zoning back in on his own laptop and ignoring his glaring brother. You ease slightly now that the heat is pushed to Dean. But, the texts don't stop. Dean assumes a stronger façade, steeling his poker face.

You like it, though. I don't think you understand how wet you get when I'm a little mean. You love being my perfect slut. I wish you knew how tight you feel when I call you a whore.

The answer was evident in your sex. Your walls flutter around the emptiness in your neglected pussy, longing for a proper filling. Lust glazes your eyes as you glance up at Dean, finding him smirking knowingly at you. Fuck him. He knows exactly what he's doing to you.

"Dean, I'm sending you some articles. These are from the Lousiville in Ohio - those deaths look pretty similar."

Sam's words fall on deaf ears. After a few moments, Dean finally opens the links his brother sent him, giving you a bit of a break from his relentless texts.

You direct your attention back to your laptop and ogle at the screen. The thoughts Dean planted in your mind run a rough course, battering you with each thrust and moan that could be happening if you and Dean were alone.

Assuming Dean's read the articles, you stare at his next text, heat rumbling in your gut.

Would you be a good cumslut? Would you take my cock like a needy little whore?

He needs an answer. Dean needs to know that his words are taking effect, and he wants to hear it from you - how eager you are.

You reply, I would. I'll be a good girl.

Because you know what I do with brats, right? Dean's reply shudders through your core.

This time, you don't reply. Ultimately, his question is rhetorical and answered immediately in your subconscious. Any sort of bratty behavior is quickly corrected by either Dean's punishment, or a complete denial of any stimulation until you were begging for Dean's forgiveness. You'd spent countless times on your knees, in front of Dean's cock, begging for him to absolve you, and fuck you senseless.

If you're good, I'll give you what you want. How does it feel when my cum is deep inside of you?

The drenched fabric of your panties rubs against your slick folds. You adjust your sitting position, sitting up to let yourself open onto the material of your underwear. Ever so slightly, you grind yourself in your seat, watching Sam intently out of the corner of your eye, hoping he won't notice the feeble attempt to get yourself off.

The reply is short, It feels good, sir.

Dean clears his throat, and pretends to open a web browser.

I know, sweetheart. Feels good to keep me in your sweet pussy, keeping all of my cum for yourself. It feels so good to breed your cunt.

A deeper strain aches at your arms, urging yourself to take your own break to relieve yourself in the bathroom. Dean can see you squirm in your chair, and intentionally avoid his stare.

He texts you again, trying to earn a visible response to his taunts.

After I'm done, I would hold your legs open and watch my cum leak out of you. One of these days, I want to see how many times I can do it in a day. You'd be messy all day long.

You envision it yourself - the foreign image of white, warm ropes of Dean's cum spilling out of your stretched cunt and onto the floor below, wasted. Tightness pulls your abdomen taught as you think about being bred for an entire day, all to Dean's satisfaction. Your pussy clamps down onto nothing, yet again, at the sheer thought of it.

"I'll send you the same articles I sent to Dean. Let me know what you think," Sam is honing in on you this time. You nod and keep an eye out for the incoming links, and click on them. Eyeing them intentionally, you try to shove aside the persistent fantasies from taking over your senses.

Another text pops up on your screen.

It would be a lazy day. In the morning I would fuck you slow, giving you your first load of the day. We'd make lunch. You'd still be sore, but not as sore as you'd be after we eat.

Your mind travels elsewhere. The computer screen fades out of your attention as your eyes glaze over again.

I would fuck you on the kitchen table. You'd pull your panties up right after I was done and sit in my cum for hours, waiting for more. I wouldn't let you take those panties off. You wouldn't waste anything I gave you.

He was exactly right. It didn't matter how many times Dean had spilled himself into you, you relished the feeling of his cum buried deep inside of your pussy, precisely where it should be.

You want to touch yourself, don't you, sweetheart?

Your fingers twitch at the screen, as if they want to follow Dean's question to provide him a swift answer.

I want you to fuck me.

Dean's smirk grows. Your breath grows strained as he replies.

Needy little slut.

It would've been your undoing if it weren't for Sam's company. You throw a pitiful look toward Dean, but it goes ignored.

You'd let me take you anywhere in this bunker, wouldn't you? I could fill you up in every room of this place.

You reeled over the number of room's in the bunker, listing them off until you lost count. The slick between your folds soaks your panties further as you writhe gently in your chair.

I know you will. You would love knowing that I've stuffed your cunt in every room. And no one else would know, but we would. It would give you plenty to think about.

The mere idea of it gave you more than enough to go off of. How Sam hasn't realized that something's amiss, you don't understand, but are silently thankful that he can't see your unraveling. Dean, however, cannot focus on anything else. The strain of his cock against his jeans is bordering on discomfort, but he intends to keep you under his spell.

He lowers a hand to his lap and slightly grazes the growing bulge. Dean seems to have teased himself just as much as he did you - all thoughts of research dissolved in the presence of his new fantasies.

I'll bet you $10 that Sam is gonna run an errand after this. We should see how well we can use the free time.

A new tension tightens in your tummy. There would be no telling how long Sam would be occupied for, but Dean didn't see any qualms.

Yes, but maybe not in the main hall, for everyone to see us?

Your compromise is accepted. Dean nods slightly across from you, still staring at his laptop screen, then glancing to his phone.

Prude.

Under the table, you kick Dean's shin. He yelps at the new pain in his leg, earning a confused look from his brother. Sam looks between the two of you quizzically.

"Do y'all need a room to yourselves, or something?"

Dean smiles at his brother, avoiding your new glare, "No, no, we're fine. Aren't we, baby?"

The glare doesn't let up, but you don't reveal the truth of your texts with Dean. You look to Sam and jab a thumb toward his brother.

"He's being a dick, can you punch him for me?"

Without question, Sam delivers a firm punch to Dean's arm. Dean's shocked frustration is met with a devilish smirk from you, satisfied that you're now blameless. A moment after the brotherly bickering, a new text lights up your phone.

You're mean

You giggle at the screen and send him a final reply, letting him sit with the thoughts he'd poured into both of your heads.

I know. But, you like it.

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Fatal Attraction Chapter Two (NSFW)

18+ MDNI‼️

CW for the entire story: Breeding, Size Difference,Size Kink, Jealousy, Scent Marking, Age Difference, Vaginal Sex, Possessive Behavior, Angst, Twisted, Creampie, Angry Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Hair-pulling, Biting, Master/Pet, Light Dom/sub, Violence, Knotting.

Content disclaimer: This story is inspired by the amazing artist @PammyJammy117 on Twitter/X. I in absolutely no way own or claim the idea of the “Cryptid Rengoku” character. Please give credit to the original artist who inspired the story.

Chapter One

He let me go. I can’t believe what just happened as I stumble back to the small, secluded residence where Tamayo has been housing us. My ankle hurts, but not as badly as before. The pain lingers, though it's less intense after resting and talking with that monster.

I'm in shock and disbelief. Out of all the people who have been searching for these mythical monsters for years, I had the misfortune of encountering one—and a dangerous one at that.

I think back to that haunting smile, those sharp teeth, and the glow of his red eyes. However, Tamayo's rambling might have saved me in a way. I never looked Kyojuro Rengoku directly in the eyes, which means he couldn’t sway my emotions.

If I remember correctly, the Hashira—or more specifically, these cryptid creatures—have the ability to influence a person’s control once you look into their eyes. This could be a means of protection or a manipulation tactic. I didn’t care what Kyojuro Rengoku’s intent was. Once I realized the situation I was in, I kept my gaze low.

He seemed not to notice, or at least he never mentioned it.

My mind is racing, and there's a nauseous feeling in my stomach. The full realization of the situation crashes down on me all at once: I encountered one of the nine most dangerous monsters our group has been researching. And I can’t breathe a word about it to any of them, especially not Tamayo.

The guilt didn’t set in until I finally made it back to the small house. I could see Tamayo, Yushiro, and some of the others talking in a group through the window.

There they were, discussing theories and ideas, while I stood outside with a twisted ankle, no flower, and a huge secret I had to keep from them.

In that moment, it felt like the world was working against me. I didn’t even believe in any of these ridiculous creatures, and now I’m stuck returning to see one every other day.

And return I did. Once my ankle healed, I kept my promise to him, bringing offerings of different foods and teas. I tried bringing blankets and fabric once, but he didn’t seem to enjoy those.

Even though sneaking around at night to see him was difficult, I made it work. Our dynamic was confusing, but I tolerated it. The first few times I visited, we sat and ate together. He would ask me questions about myself and my life, which I usually answered briefly. I didn’t want a terrifying monster knowing everything about me. Recognizing my face was bad enough.

When I tried to ask him questions, he would either change the subject or ignore me completely. If anyone else behaved like this, I’d probably tell them off. But when you’re dealing with an eight-foot-tall cryptid with teeth sharper than any blade, I let it slide.

Today, on my way to see him, I felt different. I’ve been visiting him for around two weeks now and never felt us getting closer, but I’ve started getting used to his company. As I continued to see him more, his appearance began to grow on me.

The blonde fur, the sharp teeth, and the red glow emanating from his eyes became something familiar, something I expected. Over time, these once terrifying traits started to become... not so bad.

"Why do you look like that?" His booming voice jolted me back to reality.

"I'm sorry, I was just thinking."

"It seemed like you were staring... Haven't you gotten used to me yet?" He flashed a smile so terrifying yet charming it sent shivers down my spine.

"No, it's not that. I was just trying to decide what food to bring next time."

"I really enjoyed the sweet potato dish. Bring it again." His ears perked up almost like a dog's. It was kind of cute.

"I've brought that one too often. You should try other dishes. Besides, I won't be able to come see you for a few days, so you'll have some time to think it over."

I waited for a response, but there was none. Slowly, I looked up at him. His face was scary, his sharp smile replaced by a terrifying scowl. His ears flattened.

"That's not what we agreed upon, Y/N. Why won't you be able to come see me?" he growled.

I struggled to find the words. Tamayo had informed the group that we'd be moving locations for a few days to cover new ground. I thought he'd understand. I never assumed he'd be upset by my absence.

"My group has to move locations for our search for a while. It shouldn’t take too long. I’ll return soon. It will only be a couple of days."

He got up and moved closer, and I felt every part of my body tense as he approached.

"Where exactly will you be going?" His face was so close to mine now. I felt like my heart was going to burst out of my chest.

"North… we’re going north."

I didn't have to look at his face to feel the intense glare he was giving me.

"You can’t go. You won’t," he snarled, pulling away.

"I don’t have a choice—"

"I don’t care. You aren’t going."

I didn’t understand. Is it just for the food? Why would this terrifying legend of a monster care if I came to see him or not?

"Why is it a problem? Why can’t I go?" I somehow managed to push the words out.

He was quiet, then I suddenly felt something around my wrist. I looked down to see his tail tightly wrapped around me, pulling me closer. That’s when I felt his sharp-clawed hand lifting my chin.

I instinctively shut my eyes.

"Look at me, Y/N." That usually happy tone had vanished from his voice, replaced with a voice as cold as ice.

Every bone in my body wanted to comply with his demands, but Tamayo's warning lingered in my mind.

"I can’t.”

"Look at me," he repeated.

I couldn’t resist. I knew Cryptids could influence humans, but I didn’t realize how much.

Slowly, I felt my eyes open, adjusting to the sight in front of me.

My mouth fell slightly open. I’d never seen such deep red glowing eyes before. That smile I’d grown accustomed to was completely gone.

I was scared, but why was I so… attracted to him?

"You will not go, Y/N. I'm sure you can come up with some excuse for this Tamayo woman you speak of so much," he spat.

I wanted to protest, to argue, but I just couldn't.

"Okay, I'll talk to her."

With that, he let me go, his tail slowly unwrapping from my wrist. His smile returned.

"Very good! You'll return to me tomorrow. I want the sweet potato dish once more!"

I could practically hear my own heartbeat—what a one-eighty.

As I walked back to the safe house, I planned what I would say to Tamayo, what excuse I would give for not going with the group.

Yushiro was definitely going to give me a hard time about it. But this whole situation sucks. I don’t want Tamayo to kick me out of the only place I have to call home, but on the other hand, I risk getting killed by one of the scariest creatures known to man.

-—————-

"Where have you been?"

I glanced up to see Yushiro and some of the others packing for the journey.

"I just stepped out to get some fresh air."

"Seems like you've been stepping out a lot lately," Yushiro muttered, rolling his eyes.

I had no idea why he was so hard on me. His attitude had only worsened the longer I stayed.

Ignoring him, I walked away. I don't answer to Yushiro. I answer to Tamayo, and that's who I needed to talk to.

My hand felt heavy as I knocked on the door to her office.

"Come in."

I opened the door slowly.

She was nearly hidden behind a giant stack of papers and books. As I approached, she stood and walked around to meet me.

"Y/N, what is it?"

I couldn’t believe how intimidating this small woman was.

"Tamayo... I can't go with you and the rest of the group up north."

She looked at me blankly for a moment. "Why's that?"

"Because I'm afraid I might be coming down with a cold... or something..." I hadn't really thought of a convincing excuse.

"You look fine to me. You're going," she said coldly.

Damn.

"I want to, I really do. It's just that I don't feel well, and I'm afraid I'll hold everyone back."

She scrutinized me. I knew she could tell something was off, but she was making this difficult on purpose.

"Y/N, I've asked you to look for the same flower for weeks now and you've brought me nothing. Now I'm asking you to join the group on our search up north and you're telling me no?"

When she said it out loud, it sounded ridiculous.

"You will go with us, Y/N, or you can't continue to stay here. The choice is yours."

So, my options were to face this 4'11" intimidating woman or an 8-foot-tall cryptid monster.

I'll take my chances with Rengoku.

After all, Tamayo controlled whether or not I had a place to sleep at night. I'm sure he wouldn't be too angry with me as long as I brought him more food.

"Suddenly I feel a lot better. I'll be ready to go in the morning," I said, forcing a small smile.

"That's what I figured." She retreated back behind her desk.

Something inside me felt off, my body a little uneasy. Yeah, he's going to be upset, but he'll forgive me. Right?

I walked up into my small room to get things ready, but I started to feel a little strange. My body felt odd, as if I was doing something wrong.

Climbing into the covers I think about everything, this whole situation that I’ve gotten myself into, with Tamayo, with Rengoku, all of it. I just don’t understand why it had to happen to me.

I never wanted any of this.

I was feeling confident until this morning. As I was helping Yushiro get things ready for the set out, my body kept feeling weird.

It’s like I kept having this odd sense of I’m doing something wrong. Like I’m in danger. I kept trying to shake it off but, it doesn’t go away.

Things only got worse once we hit the road. Tamayo may have thought I was lying earlier about being sick, because I was. But now, my whole body feels awful.

But it’s just a few days. I can push through. I’ll come home, make Rengoku a large dish of the sweet potatoes he loves, and all will be forgiven with a little ass-kissing.

“Y/N, are you ready?”

I look over and see Yushiro and the others staring at me.

“Yeah, sorry. Let’s go.” I push the sick feeling down and start to move.

I can’t help but think about why Rengoku didn’t want me to go up north. I know the territory mark ends, but really that shouldn’t mean anything. It’s not like I’m staying up there permanently.

As I walked with the group, I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I felt like something was staring at me. It only felt more intense the closer and closer we got to the border that separated our usual territory from the north.

Once we started to step over that line, I glanced over my shoulder one last time. I practically felt my heart stop as I noticed two shining red eyes glaring at me in the distance.

He saw me, and he looked furious. I made the wrong call.

———————

To say that the trip up north was a waste of time would be an understatement—at least in Yushiro's words.

We searched around but found very little. To be honest, I was more paranoid about what we couldn't see. Knowing about the Hashira's existence has made me overly wary of wandering around.

While we were camping out, I read that we were in the territory of Sanemi Shinazugawa. His description was just as horrifying as Rengoku’s.

But what truly scared me was how violent this monster was compared to Rengoku. I knew these monsters were fierce, but the tales of Shinazugawa were extreme.

I felt so guilty keeping this secret. My group had no idea how much danger we’d be in if we ran into him. And it would be all my fault.

Honestly, if Sanemi Shinazugawa wanted to find and kill me, I wouldn't complain too much after the way Rengoku looked at me on my way out. I figured I was painfully dead either way.

I could feel my steps getting heavier as we walked back towards the safe house. It’s not like I wanted to stay in a monster-infested forest, but I definitely didn’t want to be there with Rengoku.

I’ve looked through books and journals of Tamayo’s and still can’t find much about him. Everything I found was positive. He was a kind, protective cryptid who watched over the main village in this area until humans deemed monsters too dangerous to trust.

There was nothing on his origins, background, family, or anything—certainly nothing about a temper.

So why was he looking at me like that? Like he wanted to kill me for going against him. Honestly, it felt like my body wanted to punish me for it too.

Ever since we left—no, ever since I agreed to go—I’ve felt sick and worried. I just kept feeling like I was doing something wrong.

“Y/n, when we get back, I need you to get some firewood.”

I glanced over to see Tamayo looking at me.

I’m dead.

“Oh, okay.”

The rest of the walk, all I could do was dread what would happen to me. Not only was Tamayo forcing me back into the place I wanted to avoid, but I’d also be going without some sort of food offering.

I might as well have signed my own death certificate.

Once we made it back, I helped unload everything and then slowly made my way back into the forest to get the wood. As soon as I stepped out of the clearing, a shiver ran down my spine.

Then the clicking started. He’s here.

“Y/N L/N.” The way his echoing voice spoke my name made me want to run, but my feet stayed planted.

Once he emerged from the shadows, his tall, broad figure just as terrifying as I remembered. But this time, there was no sharp smile or perked-up ears. Instead, angry, glowing eyes and a scowl that would scare any man.

I stepped back as he approached.

Just as I was about to speak, his tail wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer.

He leaned in and sniffed me. When he pulled back, his whole demeanor changed. His eyes darkened.

“You disobeyed me,” he growled.

“I had to. If I didn’t go, Tamayo was going to kick me out—”

His grip tightened, and his ear twitched with annoyance.

“You could have stayed here, with me. You don’t need her approval. The only person you should wish to please is me.”

His glare was piercing.

Stay with him? What is he talking about?

“I’m sorry, I really am. I didn’t want to go.”

“I cannot believe you would deliberately disobey me. You even smell like him,” he hissed.

“Who?”

His clicking intensified with his agitation.

“Shinazugawa.” He growled fiercely.

“You left me to fall into his company? He is a vile, horrible creature. You dare to choose him over me?” His eyes flashed with anger.

I felt my heart racing as his words sank in. My mind scrambled for something to say, anything that might diffuse his rage.

“No, it’s not like that! I didn’t choose him over you,” I pleaded. “I didn’t have a choice.”

His grip loosened slightly, but his eyes remained fixed on me, burning with anger and something else—betrayal.

“You always have a choice,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “You chose to leave. You chose to put yourself in his path.”

I didn't know what to say. I hadn't even interacted with Sanemi Shinazugawa, yet somehow his scent was all over me.

I looked up at him, my eyes pleading. "Please, Rengoku. I would never choose anyone other than you."

His glowing eyes bore into mine, as if trying to gauge the truth of my words.

Suddenly, he pulled me closer, his large, clawed hand grabbing my face roughly.

"Prove it to me then. Prove you're loyal to me—not to Tamayo, not to Shinazugawa, to me."

"How? How can I prove it?" I was practically shaking. I would do anything to get out of this life-threatening situation.

His intense gaze lit up, his sharp smile returning. He leaned in close to me.

"Become my mate, Y/N L/N. Prove your loyalty to me, and become mine." His echoing voice suddenly sounded less sinister and more sincere.

Become his mate?

I felt my face heat up. There’s no way. There’s just no way Kyojuro Rengoku, a cryptid, a Hashira, one of the most dangerous beings to roam the earth, is asking me, a human, to become his mate.

“What? What do you mean?”

His smile only widened at my curiosity.

“Become my mate, Y/N. Stay with me, love me, and I’ll protect you for all eternity.” His ears perked up.

I didn’t know what to think. Am I actually considering this? I’ve always found Rengoku oddly attractive despite his terrifying nature, and yes, I do enjoy coming to see him. But was becoming his mate really what I had to do to survive?

And how exactly would I hide this from everyone?

As I looked into his eyes again, they flashed. Something in me felt different. Why was I suddenly feeling more attached to him?

I remembered the first time I looked into his eyes. I could tell he was influencing my body and emotions, but this time it was different.

Everything I’ve felt for him just felt amplified: fear, intimidation, attraction, lust.

Was I seriously about to bend to the will of this monster just because my twisted mind was genuinely attracted to his horrifying appearance and oddly charming personality?

If it’s going to keep me alive, then Yes. Yes, I was.

“Okay, I’ll do it. I’ll become your mate, Rengoku.”

His eyes widened, his smile growing larger as his grip on my waist tightened.

“If you agree to this, you must know I’ll never let you go. No matter where you run, I’ll always find you and bring you back to me.”

That sentence startled me, but I never expected to succeed in any escape attempt. I knew I couldn’t outsmart a monster like him.

“I understand. And I agree.”

That seemed to be all he needed to hear. He pulled me closer, our distance vanishing. His animalistic nature began to show as he sniffed and licked my skin.

“I’ll erase every trace of him on you. You’re mine,” he breathed.

I couldn’t help but feel my cheeks grow hotter, my body reacting to his possessive words.

In an instant, he was on top of me, pressing my body against the grass.

I struggled to breathe, his weight nearly suffocating me.

His eyes were locked on mine, his glowing red stare seeming more passionate than threatening now.

Suddenly, he pulled back and tore the clothing from my body, his hands groping and feeling my exposed skin.

My heart raced. I knew what was about to happen, and it terrified me. But I was also strangely excited.

He was quick, his claws shredding the remaining scraps of fabric from my body, leaving me bare beneath him.

I couldn't believe what I'd gotten myself into. This terrifying, mythical creature was about to claim me as his own. And the thought of it drove me wild.

As his large, clawed hands gripped my waist, he positioned himself between my legs.

His eyes looked at me, hungry.

"Y/N L/N."

"Yes?"

"You're mine."

I felt a surge of excitement run through me as I nodded.

"Say it," he growled.

"I'm yours."

His clicking started up again and he positioned his face between my legs.

I can’t believe it, is he really going to—

"Aah!" I cried out as his long, rough tongue began lapping at my sex.

My back arched as he lapped and teased, his sharp teeth nipping and tugging at my sensitive flesh.

I could barely catch my breath, the pleasure almost overwhelming.

I could feel my legs shaking, and my body begin to tighten as his tongue flicked against my clit.

"R-Rengoku..."

His glowing eyes peeked up at me.

“Kyojuro.” He corrected.

“If you are to be my mate, you will not address me so formally anymore.” He growled, sucking marks onto my thighs.

He returned to licking and teasing my pussy.

I can't believe this is happening.

I felt the heat building in my stomach, the pressure building as he lapped at my sensitive spot.

"Ahh... K-Kyojuro, I'm close," I moaned.

"Perfect," he rumbled, his echoing voice vibrating through me.

His grip on my thighs tightened as he pushed his tongue deeper into me, licking and sucking at my throbbing sex.

The pleasure was overwhelming.

"I'm gonna cum... I'm gonna cum," I moaned softly.

He growled continuing his assault on my clit.

His voice, his touch, it was all too much.

I cried out, my body shuddering and spasming as the intense waves of pleasure crashed over me.

Kyojuro held me in place as my orgasm washed over me, his tongue never slowing its pace.

The pleasure was so intense I couldn’t think straight. My body had never felt so used like this.

As my mind started to settle I couldn’t help but crave more. And by the way he was looking up at me between my thighs. I could tell that wasn’t enough for him either.

Once he arose up in front of me, I took in his body. The ripped muscles beneath his blonde and red fur. His tail and ears, and now…

Now for the first time I’m finally looking all of him. His cock was the biggest I’d ever seen. It was thick and curved and had a large knot close to the base.

my body shivered with pleasure, I wanted more. I needed more.

As if reading my thoughts, he smirked and positioned himself between my thighs, his cock teasing my entrance.

"Tell me what you want," he taunted.

"I... I want you, Kyojuro. I want all of you," I panted, my body aching with desire.

That was all the encouragement he needed.

He grabbed both my ankles holding them with one of his large hands above my head.

I’d be lying if I said this position wasn’t slightly embarrassing, but at this rate I didn’t care. I don’t know if it was the cryptids influence or if I was just fucked up in the head, but I was willing to let this monster use me in any way he wished.

With one smooth motion, he pushed his thick cock inside of me.

I moaned out as he stretched and filled me.

He paused, letting me adjust to his size.

"My mate," he growled, his eyes locking onto mine.

I panted, feeling his cock twitch inside me.

He started moving slowly, his cock rubbing against my walls, sending sparks of pleasure through my body.

"Oh god..."

I couldn’t hold back any longer.

I gripped the grass below me tightly as he slid in and out of me, his knot pushing against my entrance with every thrust.

The pressure was building, the heat spreading through my body as he picked up the pace.

"Oh fuck," I moaned, my body trembling with pleasure.

He clicked and growled in pleasure, his glowing eyes staring into me with a mixture of passion and possession.

He was relentless, his hips pounding into me with a primal fury.

"Fuck, Kyojuro," I cried, my body surrendering to the ecstasy.

The pleasure was so intense, it was almost painful.

His eyes flashed with desire, his pace never faltering.

I felt his cock twitch inside me, his knot pushing into my entrance stretching me even wider.

It was painful but I didn’t care, the high of my orgasm made it bearable. His cock was buried so deep inside me I thought my mind was going to blank with every thrust.

even after I came he still kept going, chasing his own release.

His rhythm grew more erratic, his breathing labored.

"Mine, my mate." he growled.

"Yes," I panted.

My words sent him over the edge.

He let out a roar, his teeth digging into my neck as he spilled his seed inside me, filling me with his thick, warm cum.

I cried out in pain and pleasure, feeling his cock pulsing inside me, his cum not spilling a drop due to the thick knot inside of me.

I was breathless, my body exhausted and sore, but my mind was completely satisfied.

"My beautiful human." he whispered, his voice heavy with lust and possession.

I held onto him, my body still trembling.

He released his grip on me, his clawed hand releasing my ankles.

I couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed as he pulled his softening cock out of me.

As the warmth of his body faded, the chill of the evening air set in, sending shivers down my spine.

But before the cold could sink in, he covered my body with his own, his warm, heavy frame keeping the chill away.

His face nuzzled into the crook of my neck, where he had bit me. his nose taking in his scent on my skin.

What have I done?

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[thegoldencontracts]

Hullo! If you're taking fic requests, may I politely ask for an 'x Azul' one involving Azul getting really invested in market research for something a little pointless? Maybe it's trying twenty different kinds of olive to see which makes the best garnish, maybe it's minor variations on their standard cloth napkins as sorted by softness, who knows? Just something he makes the MC test for him and he's very lucky MC loves him enough to put up with it.

Of course, something has to go wrong eventually. Maybe teaming up with the tweels to end the constant stream of tests? Shenanigans are always welcome~ hehehe.

Thank you for your time!

Of course! Azul my belovedd <3 Anyways, thank you for the request, and a little note to anyone reading that I appreciate any and all requests!

Of Much Importance

Summary: Azul is a man of business, even when that business-matter involves making his dearly beloved test out dishes for him. Except, he's making you test to see how many flakes of chili is optimal? Flakes?

Unless you do something, you're going to be here forever - or until your stomach bursts.

Notes: Fluff, and some humor, a bit of flirting

"Darling," Azul - your lovely, lovely boyfriend you who you were on the verge of murdering if it weren't for the fact that he had superstrength, and the twins were actually surprisingly protective when he was badly hurt, and you loved him too much - said, holding yet another plate of the same guacamole but with one more chili flakes. "Does this one taste better?"

You were at a seat in the currently closed Lounge, which would've meant no one would hear him scream if you punched him, but of course, the twins were sitting at the next table, being subjected to the same thing as you.

It tastes the exact same because this is literally the exact same dish with one more chili flakes. You think anyone'll notice that, Azul? You wanted to say.

Instead, you just tried to appease him. He seemed pretty stressed, and for good reason. Finals were coming up, and that meant a surge of new contracts for him, and a surge of sleepless nights, if the way his concealer had gotten heavier said anything. He was zoning in on every little detail, and you understood why. That didn't make it any less frustrating.

"I'm sure it's fine-"

"No." Azul said, sounding way too intense for someone talking about a singular chili flake. "This is sub-optimal. I must conduct further research. I apologize, but I will temporarily leave."

"Bye," you said, trying not to sound too happy.

Finally, a break for your stomach! Your poor, poor stomach. You still remembered how this all started.

"Darling, would you mind taste-testing a few new recipes for me?"

"Of course not!"

You thought it would be easy. You were so, so wrong. Because those 'few' recipes were actually over a hundred. And those recipes were the exact same guacamole with one more chili flake each time.

You hated guacamole now. The next time you saw an avocado, you'd have an aneurysm.

As you lamented, the twins entered your field of vision. Here to float, you guessed.

"Yeah, yeah, laugh at me," you said, but neither of them were laughing. Jade had his polite smile, but it was strained. His eye was twitching.

Finally, Floyd spoke up.

"I can't take this anymore!" He said. "You gotta find a way to make him stop!"

They were suffering too? You guys were companions in misery?

"Jade?" You asked.

"I'm afraid I must agree," he said. "This is becoming much too trying for me to bear. I fear my stomach may no longer be able to contain this food."

So, you really were cohorts in misery. The question was, now what? What did you do? Azul could come back any moment.

"Do you have a plan then?"

Please let them have a plan, please. You couldn't take this anymore.

Silence. You were beginning to lose hope when Floyd spoke up.

"Flirt with him," he said, sounding way too serious considering what he was suggesting.

That was his best idea? Flirting?

Wait.

Azul was great at being suave, but maybe he couldn't take what he dished out. In fact, he probably couldn't take what he dished out.

"Floyd."

"Yeah?"

"Has anyone told you you're a genius?" You asked.

"All the time," Floyd said, though he didn't seem smug. "Hate it. They keep telling me to apply myself. Usually the thing they're telling me to do's super boring."

Oh, right. Floyd was actually a savant.

"Get back to your seats. We can't look too suspicious," you said, and the twins nodded, scampering back to their seats.

Just in time, because at that moment, Azul walked back into the restaurant, carrying another plate of guacamole with him.

"Is this one better?" He said, but this time, instead of appeasing him, you stood up, leaning in close. It was time for you to use that dating-sim knowledge.

"How do you expect me to focus on the food when I've got the most gorgeous man this world has to offer staring at me?"

Azul flushed, turning away with a huff.

"Regardless of the falsehood of that statement, it is entirely irrelevant to this conversation," he said. That wouldn't do. You weren't going to let him get out of this.

"Now, now," you said, hooking an arm around his shoulder. "Don't deny it, darling."

In an attempt to maintain his composure, Azul looked away. You just hooked a finger under his chin to combat that.

"Don't deny me the privilege of watching you lose your composure like this, Azul," you said, enjoying every second of this.

"I, er-"

You leaned in, puckering your lips. Azul scrunched his eyes shut in anticipation.

But nothing happened. After a while, Azul finally opened his eyes, and you couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"You- you looked hilarious!" You said. "All red n' blushy. I should really do this more often."

Azul scowled, swatting you away.

"Leave at once," he said, though there wasn't any bite to his voice. "I shall go to my room and continue this endeavor in private."

No more guacamole? No more guacamole! Yes! Victory, at last.

"Of course." As you left, you could see Jade and Floyd give you a thumbs up.

Back in your room, but you couldn't help but smile. As irritating as this whole endeavor had been - and as bad as it was for your stomach - you couldn't deny that this new side to Azul was one you enjoyed.

You really would have to do this more often.

[blackbackedjackal]

asking in genuine good-faith; why do so many people not take issue with fur farms? most of the reasoning i see from people who are pro-fur farms is that real fur is more environmentally friendly than faux fur, which is true. however, it is also difficult for me to understand how keeping animals like foxes in a fur farm environment provides any real quality of life for them. i also feel that comparing things such as injuries occurring from overcrowding foxes or them being culled by farmers to death/injury from natural causes from life in the wild isn’t logically sound, as those are two completely different situations. i don’t understand how people who are against foxes being kept as pets or used as props out of concern for their welfare, can then be alright with them being kept in fur farms. i would really appreciate hearing your perspective.

I'll go ahead and say this but I'm sure you're aware @/is-the-fox-video-cute has plenty of resources backed with sources to explain why fur farming is not an inherently bad practice. Because of that I'm just going to talk about my opinions on the subject.

I share properly researched information about fur farming is because PETA and other Animal Rights Activist groups are full of shit. They are constantly spreading misinformation about animals in general, but their anti-fur propaganda has been so successful it's nearly impossible in the US to find actual scientific or first-hand sources talking about fur farming. ARA propaganda about fur farming has done more harm than good for both the industry and the animals. This includes ARAs staging footage of animals being abused and killed. They will literally do anything to spread their propaganda.

I'm not a fan of commercialized animal agriculture in general, but it's more of an issue of wanting better standardized welfare regulations for the animals and employees then the actual practice of raising animals for food and other resources. In places where proper welfare standards are met, the foxes are very well cared from start to finish. They have to be because the quality of the fur is directly dependent on the health and wellbeing of the foxes. But the constant push from ARA groups and anti-fur lobbying hinders progress. It makes it difficult to improve the industry when half the time you're having to fight just to be able to run the farms in the first place. I want to see the welfare standards improve more and more over time (and they defiantly have), but ARA groups are actively preventing that from happening on a larger scale.

Fur is much more environmentally friendly than faux fur, but fur farming also keep pressures off the demand of fur from wild populations. There are wild red fox subspecies and other furbearers who's populations are threatened due to overhunting and commercial trapping of the animals. Again, in farms where proper welfare standards are met, animals are regularly checked by the farmers/staff and given regular veterinary care. An injured fox in a fur farm is far more likely to be treated than a fox that was injured in the wild.

Most pet foxes descended from fur farms and even now Save A Fox purchases her (very poorly bred) foxes directly from fur farms. So what I don't understand is how people are ok with having animals from fur farms as pets, yet choose to spread lies about the fur farming industry and lie about their sources. Like you wanted a pet fox so badly you bought multiple ones from an unethical fur farm??? Gross. Again, if the industry had better overall welfare standards, it would help improve the lives of these animals. Theoretically, that would make it more ethical for people to own pet foxes, but as things currently stand it's only promoting bad business practices and directly financing bad fur farms. The reality is that fur farms that follow proper welfare standards take better care of their foxes than most private owners, and yes that includes SAF.

I'm not trying to convince people to be 100% ok with the practice without thinking critically about the issues it does still have in it's current state. I just want to lobby for better welfare standards in the fur industry. I want to see the industry improve because that improves the lives of the animals involved and could help with setting better welfare standards in other parts of animal agriculture. Spreading misinformation isn't going to help in the slightest, especially when people are out here actively harming the animals to do so.

[romanestuffsposts]

Can you do a Drabble of mafia stucky x little reader where they have a disorder where she gets low blood pressure spells and she has an episode when they take her to the office? 🥺🥺

Your account makes me feel small and safe ❤️❤️

Hi there! Of course 💜

I had a request like that before my account was delete and I don't know if it was you or not but i did some research on low blood pressure cause I wanted to write things right. I hope I made it okay and it looks like the reality of low blood pressure episodes. I didn't know what it was- no i'm lying. I knew what it was but I never made research on that before so Thank you for my general culture love ❤️

I'm happy that you feel like that about my account. it's to give these feelings that I started on this platform 🥰

Anyways, enjoy lovers <3

*****

Warnings : Low blood pressure episode, blood, scared reader, comfort, doctor, paci, cursing

Pairing : Mafia!Stucky x Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary : ⬆️⬆️⬆️

A/N : thank you to be understandable if it is not perfect or not everything is realistic, I did my best with a subject that was unknown to me 💜

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"Fucking hell" Steve curses under his breath as he rummages through his belongings and returns his office to try to find his folds "Steve watch your language" Bucky warns as he swings you on his hip

"Fucking he-" You start with a big smile at the new words you heard but your Daddy cuts you off with a finger against your lips "No" he shakes his head "that's one of the words you can't say, never. Understood ?" He says sternly

You nod and he moves his finger "what do we say now ?" he asks as he starts to swaying you again "I sowwy Daddy" You says and he shows you his smile making you giggle "Thank you, beautiful" he says kissing your nose

You rest your head on his shoulder and start to play with your Daddy's hair. Bucky turns his attention back to Steve "Can you please tell me what you're looking for ?" As he observes his husband, Bucky grabs your paci who was attached on your shirt and puts it in your mouth. Your Daddies have habits now, they hide the corner of the table when you hide under it and jump out to play so you wouldn't hurt yourself. They check fifthy times if the water of your bath isn't too hot for you without them noticing. Every time they walk around the house and step beside one of your stuffie, they would grab it and travel around the house with it until they rest your stuffie somewhere where you could easily find it. It's little attentions but you sure notice them

"I can't find my folds" Steve groans throwing on the ground the papers he has in his hand. You frown when you notice that you hear badly your Papa talking. Is it because your ear is against your Daddy's shoulder ? Probably. You don't really pay attention to that, it's grown-up problems, none of that for you right now

"what folds ?" Bucky frowns. They were at work all day and were working on important folds but Steve got distracted about a phone call and when he gets back to grab his jacket to go home, he completly forgot his folds at work, in his and Bucky's office. Even if Steve knows he forgot them at work, he still wish he can find them in their office at home.

"The one I have to do for tomorrow. We have an important meeting with investors tomorrow afternoon and I have to read and prepare the folds tonight. If I don't have them, we can't do the meeting and we'll lose a lot of money and I don't think you want to lose that much money" He says talking fast as he keeps throwing the papers away

"Steve you obviously forgot it at work" Bucky rolls his eyes making you giggle. Your Daddy always make funny face when he notices you look at him so you would giggle and he loves hearing those sounds when they come out of your mouth

Right after giggling, your face frowns once again as you barely heard your own sound. You heard your Daddies talking but you felt the exact same thing that you felt when your Papa were talking earlier. You simply shake that feeling away and you concentrate again on your Daddy's hair.

Steve sighs "I clearly don't want to go back to work. We promised her we'll go in the parc today before it's getting too dark. She needs to go out and plays, she needs to move those little legs around and somewhere else than home" Bucky looks at you and sees you still concentrate on his hair. he looks back a Steve "We'll go to the parc, we have times. It will take us twenty minutes to go grab the folds so you'll have what you need and she'll have what she wants" he says caressing your cheek with his finger. You smile looking up at your Daddy's face

"Stop worrying, please. You're going to worry her and then i'll be frustrate and we'll all have a bad evening so let's not do that" Bucky says and Steve snorts "Okay I give in, you win" He sighs getting up from the ground "I'm sorry, i'm what ?" Bucky smirks and Steve laughs pushing his shoulder. The movement of pushing made you move too and you feel a wave of nausea running up your belly

Fortunately for you, before you say something to your Daddies about that, the feeling is gone and you just throw it away, maybe it's the vegetable you eat at dinner. It's never good those things anyways so it's probably that

Your Daddy puts you on the ground and you whimper letting your paci fall from your mouth. You lift your arms back up to be carried by your Daddy but he kneels beside you "I can't carry you all day, baby" he says kissing your nose "you need to exercice your legs before running around the parc" he smiles and you nod trying to hide your pout "Otay, Daddy"

"Thank you, little one" he kisses your temple and stands up. You grab his T-shirt before he walks away making him turn around "Can I twy to put my soes lone, pwease ?" You ask shyly and he nods winking "of course, princess but if you can't do it call us"

"pwomise, Daddy" You say running happily to find your shoes

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Your Papa opens your car door and he lifts you up to puts you back on the ground just after. While your Papa closes the door behind you, you rest your hand on the car beside you as a dizziness is erupting in your head. You feel this feeling traveling around your eyes to the back of your throat without forgetting the smallest recesses of your head.

You blink hard as your vision got blurred. You feel your Papa holding your shoulders and pushes you forward so you'll start walking. You whimper and turn around, you look up and lift your arms to your papa who only shake his head "I won't carry you, sweetness. I agree with Daddy, you need to use those little legs of yours" he smiles grabbing your hand "either way they couldn't carry you to the kitchen when you're hungry" he teases and you give in.

You walk beside your Papa, your grip on his hand is tight, you're scared cause you don't see well and you still feel dizzi. The fast steps of your Papa isn't helping you but you know they are in a hurry so you just shut your mouth and go along with the hurry of your Daddie.

Once you three walk inside the big building, Steve hands you at Bucky and he starts to go faster toward the stairs "why Papa didn took the eleva ?" You ask your Daddy

"because he want to be quick so he decides to run up the stairs" he says before frowning and gazes back down at you "but that's not something you can do. You can not run in the stairs, never. Understood ?" You look up at him and nod "Yes Daddy"

He smiles down at you and calls the elevator. He runs his fingers on your hand who is still in his as you both wait the elevator to arrive. You always repeat the sound the elevator does when he warns that he is here. However, you didn't made any sounds this time which confuse your Daddy. He looks down at you as he walks inside, he almost has to drag you in the elevator "baby are you alright ?" he asks looking down at you once the door are close

He clicks on the button of their office's floor and get his attention back down at you "beautiful ?" He kneels before you and his eyes widen when he sees your face "Babydoll, your nose is bleeding" he says shocked as he grabs your cheeks to have a better look of your face

"M not feeling well, daddy" you quietly say as you battle yourself to keep your eyes open. Bucky frowns "where does it hurt, baby ?" he asks. Before you can answer, you feel your body letting you down and the panic inside you is getting bigger. Your Daddy is quick to grab you before you fall on the ground "fucking hell" He curses, he stands up once the door opens and when he turns around to leave the elevator, he sees Steve with the folds in his hands. The smile on his face disappears when he looks at the view infront of him. His blood runs cold and he lets the folds falling on the ground "Buck ?" he rushes inside the elevator "What happened ? Is she hurt ? Did she fell ? What the hell is happening ?!" he says panicking.

"Steve, I don't know what she has but I do know that we need to keep our calm for her. She can't have us panicked. She needs us right now and we'll be there for her" he says trying to calm his husband "Call the doctor and tell him to meet us at home, right now"

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"how is she ?" Bucky asks finally allowing himself to worry "is it serious ?" Steve asks behind Bucky.

They quickly took you back at home and made sure to keep an eye on you. Steve never left your side in the car, he sat in the back seat so he could have you in his arms the whole time. Bucky kept eyeing the backseat from the mirror in the car to make sure you were fine. He puts all his strengh in his body to stop his hands from shaking

"she had a drop in her blood pressure. That's what caused her nosebleed. It's possible that she had warning signs like dizziness or nausea. She may have felt sick or confused or maybe weak. It's also possible that she didn't feel anything coming and that it happened like that" Doctor Martin says

"What can we do about that ?" Bucky asks "I mean, do we have to get her medications or bringing her to the hospital ? Cause we'll do it if we need to" Bucky says and Steve agrees quickly

‘’Well, no need to go to the hospital just yet, but keep an eye on her. She only has to do it slowly when she is sitting down and about to get up. She should be careful not to get up too quickly when getting out of bed or whenever getting up from a lying position. It's better if she lays down or sits for a long time right after eating." He says looking at your Daddies "She can increase the amount of water she drinks too"

Steve nods "Alright, thank you doctor. We'll take care of her, we promise" Bucky goes back in your room while Steve walks the doctor out of the house

"Hi there, beautiful" Bucky smiles when he sees you turning his head toward him "how are you feeling ?" he asks sitting on the bed beside you "M tiwed and I don know what is happening" You mumble frowning. Your Daddy caresses your forehead "I know, doll. But we're here to make you feel better. It's just a bad moment that we need to get over with" he says kissing her temple

You nod as your Papa walks in the room with a glass of water in his hands. He smiles "I got you something to drink, sweetness" He says sitting on the other side of the bed. You shake your head when he goes to sit you. He stops his movement "you're not thirsty ?"

You shake your head again and he sighs "Okay but you'll drink this glass of water before bedtime" You nod "I pwomise, Papa"

Your Daddy gives you your stuffie and put your paci in your mouth "Let's make it comfy" He whispers and Steve goes soften the light before laying back down beside you

"No pawc ?" You ask and Your Daddies shake their head "No, baby. We'll go to the parc when you'll feel better, we promise" Says your Papa and you nod again trying to not be too sad

"But we're here and we'll go slowly, step by step" Your Daddy says lifting your chin. "And you know what it means ?" You shake your head before gazing up your daddy "It means we'll play a lot together and have a lot of cuddles infront of the tv or during the night until late in the morning" He brings his closer to yours "because we take a break from work to watch you and take care of you" He smiles pocking your nose with his

You smile "weally ?" Your Papa chuckles "yes, sweetie. We won't leave you" You smile bigger

"cuddles now ?" You shyly ask bitting your lips. Steve kisses your cheek as Bucky wraps his arms around you "we'll cuddle you until the end of the world" He whispers kissing your ear

"We love you, our sweet and beautiful baby"

"I love you too, daddies"

[clownoverrat]

I think the hardest part of being autistic is knowing that there's a reason why everyone treats you differently your entire life. Everyone separates themselves from you when you're little, and you don't know why. Everyone makes fun of you for little things, and you don't know why. It seems like you're incredibly different from everyone else, including adults, but no one will tell you why. You're just different than everyone, and everyone, but you knows why. And you keep getting isolated until you learn to cover it up as best as you can, but people still treat you differently than others. You don't get invited to as many places, people talk down to you, people still make fun of you more, people talk over you more. You still don't know why. You keep trying to fix the thing that's wrong without even knowing what it is. You start looking up why you feel the way you, and you start doing research. You find the answer. You're autistic! But also. You're autistic.

So you try to go somewhere further with that, or when people point out your differences, you can explain now in a way that it's painful. Instead, you're met with everyone you know telling you you're too normal now. They still treat you the same. You're still "weird," but you're not weird enough to be autistic. You're just weird enough not to have any friends and to be excluded from everything.

You're smart! Not autistic smart though, just an above average, nerdy student with an interest in one subject.

You'll always try to be normal. You'll always try to be included and make up for whatever you lack to other people, but it feels like it's written in big ass bold print on your forehead to exclude you. Everyone can see it but you. Whenever you try to ask anyone about it, they ignore you. You want so badly to have friends and a social life but it's like no one wants you around.

[isonoe-kallichore-kirby]

SCP oc

Item #: SCP-████

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-████ is to be kept in a 10x10 steel containment cell at Site-██. SCP-████ is allowed to have two meals a day. SCP-████ not allowed out of its cell at any time. Unless of a containment breach for its safety. All level three personnel are allowed to test on SCP-████, but only under close supervision. Subject must be spoken to in a calm, non-threatening tone.

Description: SCP-████-1 appears to be a drak blue substance that covers SCP-████-2 jawline, torso, arms, hands, legs, and reproductive system. While the substance is corrosive, it seems to cause no harm to SCP-████-2 itself.

SCP-████-2 appears to be a normal human male besides a few abnormal things. They are 157.48 centimeters (5’2” feet tall). Vrey pale skin, wolf cut hair, small horns that aren’t noticeable on first look, light gray eyes with vertically elongated pupils. They wear a dark gray mask, striped sweater, oversized jeans, and platfrom boots.

Recovery: They were discovered on █/██/20██ when reports of a human-like anomaly was crawling around the ████ ███████'█ ████████ Valley Wildlife Sanctuary. When MTF arrived they found the SCP-████ in a state of distress. SCP-████ was badly wounded and could barely stand. They were immediately brought to Site-██ for further examination and containment.

The bottom is a confrontation researcher ████ did.

< Long 2:00:23 >

Researcher █████: “So, SCP-████, it's good to finally meet you. You've been through quite an ordeal, I'm sure. Can you tell me what happened to you? How did you end up in the wildlife sanctuary, all alone and injured? Do you remember anything from before you were found?"

SCP-████: “It’s a long story and I know you don’t have time for long storys.”

Researcher █████: “Oh please, SCP-████. We have all the time in the world. You can tell your story at your own pace. We're not going anywhere. You can start from the beginning if you'd like. I promise to listen carefully, and not interrupt. You can trust me."

SCP-████: (SCP-████ sighs) “If I tell you, you’ll hate me”

Researcher █████: (gives a reassuring smile) "I understand. I promise you that whatever you tell me, it will stay between the two of us. I won't judge you. I'm just here to help. So, if you ever need someone to talk to or just confide in, you can always come to me, okay?"

SCP-████: “Yeah right, this is the SCP. You think I would trust this hell hole?!" (SCP-████ laughs) "This foundation is a fucking joke. I’ve heard stories where you guys use other SCPs to control others."

Researcher █████: (taken aback by the outburst) "I understand that you may not trust us, but I assure you that we are here to help. We may have our methods, but we do care about the wellbeing of those in our custody. As for the rumors of using other SCPs to control others, I can't speak for everyone here, but I can say with certainty that is not the case. We are here to study and contain anomalies like yourself, not manipulate them."

SCP-████: “Your fucking stupid; don’t act like I don’t know what you did with SCP-378. I know what you did; I saw the reports. You turned that goddamn centipede into a goddamn weapon. Don't act like a saint."

Researcher █████: (taken aback, but still calm) "How do you know all of this? You've been watching us, haven't you? Spying on us?"

SCP-████: (Laughs) “Spying? No more, like keeping an eye on this place. You see, I used to work for a little someone that you guys hate. I’m not saying who, but let's say they are someone of interest.”

Researcher █████: (Raises an eyebrow) "I see. And why are you telling me this now?"

SCP-████: “Well I’ve been hiding from them. They want me dead, gone… But I think I’m safe here.”

Researcher █████: "And you trust us enough to share this information?"

SCP-████: “No, I don’t… I know you hate them…”

Researcher █████: (Raises an eyebrow) "We don't hate anyone, SCP-████. We just want to contain and study anomalies like yourself to ensure the safety of everyone. Now, if you trust us enough to share this information, we can work together to keep you safe."

SCP-████: “So you don't hate the Global Occult Coalition?"

Researcher █████: "We don't hate them, but we don't like them. The Global Occult Coalition has done some questionable things in the past. However, our goal is to contain anomalies, not judge those who create them. If you trust us with this information, we will keep you safe from both them and us. We can work together to ensure that neither of you gets hurt."

SCP-████: (Think about it for a moment) "Okay, I'll tell you."

Researcher █████: (Leans in, pen at the ready) "Alright, I'm listening."

SCP-████: (SCP-████ tales a deep breath in and out) “I use to work for them. I was the best at my job… I’ve killed so many… But one day, I fucked up. I was trying to kill a goo of some kind but it got on me. I don't know what it was, but it stayed on me. And they didn't like that. They thought I was corrupt. They tried to kill me, but I got away. I've been hiding ever since. I've been watching you from a distance, learning how you operate. You're somewhat better than them, but you still have your flaws. You don't realize it, but you could be just as bad as them."

Researcher █████: "I see. Thank you for sharing that with us, SCP-████. Your experiences will help us understand the situation better. We will do our best to keep you safe and protected from both the Global Occult Coalition and our own organization. We understand that trust is an important factor in this situation, and we will not betray it." (Researcher █████ gets up and trys to walk away but SCP-████)

SCP-████: “Can I say one last thing before you good for the day?”

Researcher █████: "Yes you can. What is it?”

SCP-████: “My name is Sade… And it was nice talking to you… Sorry if I was acting like a brat”

Researcher █████: “It's okay, we're used to stuff like this happening. You're not the first”

SCP-████: (nods and waves goodbye)

Researcher █████: (Waves and walks away)

<End Of Log 2:32:01>

[roryka]

i Cannot and Will not keep my questions to just one i am Too Curious chief, i'm almost wretched with how badly i want to ask about actualization report adljsfahsdjlfahsjlfsdhajlhasdlh im not sure i want to spoil it for myself though, i might just have to explode violently the moment you finish and post it :p

sfw teenybedo pleeeeease and 8, the cynonari one, for sure, and nsfw DRAGONFUCKER KOKOLUMI YES GIRL GET IT

you might be waiting a while for the next report haha, it's um. turning out Obscenely long. but it will definitely be worth the wait :)

anyway,

teenybedo: this one actually started out as a commission from a friend, which then fell through when i realised that the moment i'm getting paid to write something is the moment my brain decides it does not want to write it :D sjdfjdjhj though now that i'm not under any pressure to finish, i've been working on it again sporadically.

Albedo lifted the bottom of his coat up and to the side, displaying the remains of the potion that had dripped down his back. “I was wondering what sort of potion I was hit with. It appears as though it may be a shrinking solution of some kind— indeed, something of that nature would make it very easy to abduct a group of knights on patrol, wouldn’t it?” “Shrinking potion…?” Aether’s eyes widened. “Then… the knights who went missing…” “They’re likely still alive, at any rate. I also think you’re correct about the treasure hoarders being based in these woods. Though it’s too late to try and follow the one who escaped, we could—” “Albedo,” Aether interrupted urgently. “How… How fast are you shrinking?” Albedo blinked, his train of thought derailed. “I’m not sure. Anyway, the rate is potentially subject to change. Why?” “‘Why’?!” squeaked Paimon. “Because before long you’re gonna be even smaller than Paimon! We’ve gotta do something!”

cynonari but it's unhinged and unethical: okay so. hear me out. i love cynonari, big fan, but in canon (currently) they are Very Normal. an impressively well-adjusted and emotionally secure couple. so my thought was... what if they weren't always?

Cautiously, Tighnari stepped out of the narrow passage, on the alert for the sound of anyone approaching. The space was dimly lit, but he could clearly see that it was a research laboratory, just the same as some of the classrooms above. "Why would the Akademiya have a hidden laboratory...?" he murmured, wandering through the rows of messy desks and equipment. At the back of the room was a glass wall, seemingly looking into some kind of containment chamber. As he drew close, ears twitching with nerves, he noticed a figure laying on the floor of the tiny chamber, dressed in rags. Their bone-white hair was tangled and unwashed, and they looked terribly underfed. His eyes widened as the person straightened up, crimson eyes narrowing at the sight of him. "Who are you?"

kokolumi but lumine is a dragonfucker: h. hear. hear me out. okay. i (like a lot of people who have been playing since 2.4) was really confused and disappointed at the out-of-nowhere reveal that after all of hoyo's hinting at kokomi being the reincarnation of the hydro dragon (her constellation being "slumbering dragoness," the vishap research notes mentioning that the hydro dragon was supposed to be born in enkanomiya as one of the vishaps, kokomi supposedly being born already possessing her vision, among other things) it turned out be. some guy in fontaine. neuvillette i love you and this isn't your fault but you did not earn your dragon title and once hoyo remembers that kokomi exists at all-- okay well no that's not going to happen so i guess you're in the clear.

anyway, once i got over my initial frustration and started snorting kopium (that's kokomi-specific copium) again, i looked at neuvillette's lines and thought: "oh... he says the hydro dragon couldn't be born among the vishaps of enkanomiya because their evolution corrupted them... what if... what if kokomi was supposed to be the hydro dragon sovereign, but is instead more like a... failed, corrupted version?" and, well. we all know how i feel about corrupted dragon characters.

The great sea dragon, magnificent even injured, was dragging itself up the surf with a slow determination. Its gaze was locked on the cannon, glittering with intent. It had eyes like twin pools, Lumine thought, mirror-like and deeper than dark. She watched it approach without a single thought of running. When it drew close enough to rear its glimmering purple head over the outcropping, Lumine simply looked up at it, awe occupying her senses and drowning the tingling fear. It looked down at her as well, eyes reflecting so much that it looked like nothing. She had seen so many things since arriving in Teyvat, both beautiful and terrible, awe-inspiring and spine-chilling. To her, this dragon was almost like a culmination of it all. A fitting end, if an end it must be. Lumine didn’t want it to end. Not even like this. But her limbs were too heavy to raise a sword.  The dragon rumbled softly in its throat, plaintively, almost… familiar. Lumine's breath caught in her throat. “Kokomi…?”

feel free to send more asks if you have more questions, i have a terminal case of Can't Shut Up About Wips disease

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for not killing someone?

Some years ago I (now 30M) was working on some research with a scientist (then 34M) and a willing test subject from abroad (??F). Without getting into too many details, this research was meant to ultimately improve the lot of those who hadn't won a sort of genetic lottery for a very desirable trait. (It was all completely safe and above board!)

One part of our project involved the scientist doing a small skin graft from our subject, nothing extreme. However, the procedure went on for a very, very long time and I was wondering what was going on. So I walked into the laboratory and...

Well, it turns out the scientist was quite mad. He'd essentially gone off the deep end and vivisected our test subject, replacing her limbs and organs with mechanical parts.

We had a brief altercation, and I...inadvertently injured him quite badly, putting him in a coma. I swear I didn't mean to! But I panicked and did not admit him to the hospital with the subject.

Now, to the present. Things have actually looked up for me; I managed to save the test subject, and we're now close friends! We've even started a sort of mentorship group with others who think like myself about the unfairness of our world at large, and I really do think we're going to change things for the better.

But...the scientist is still alive, in my building's basement. He's been there all this time. I haven't told anyone.

In essence, he's a vegetable, completely unresponsive. I don't know how to reverse his condition (I'm not sure I'd want to if I could), I'm not sure if it's even possible to fix, and if I were to turn him over to doctors now, people may find out what I did. That could risk my whole career, my entire life, and this chance I finally have to do something good.

And yet, I can't bring myself to kill him. I worry about how some of my actions will be interpreted as it is, and feel as if that would be truly crossing a line I could never return from...

Apologies for all of the ramblings, haha. TL;DR am I a horrible person for not having the spine to kill someone who is essentially already dead?

[woodelf68]

Trying to go through and get rid of some old stuff, and I found the letters the school sent my parents saying I had passed the screening done to identify students for the gifted program in 7th grade, which was a class that would take the place of one of my elective choices for the year.

From the first letter: "The course curriculum deals with divergent thinking skills in developing creative problem solving, decision making, analysis, syntheses, and evaluation".

I assume I was just as horrified reading that then as I am now. Just because I liked to read and got good grades in the subjects I was interested in (English, social studies, etc.) did not mean I was academically-minded or wanted to feel more "challenged" in class.

From the second letter, Premise One: (Yes, the points laid out in the letter are labeled "premises", and let me tell you, that kind of stuffy language puts me off immediately.) "Gifted children will be among the leaders and problem-solvers of the future."

Me: AHAHAHAHA (Definitely not me)

"Activities: Future problem solving bowl techniques (Bowl???), Time capsules (not interested, and I think we'd already done one in 6th grade?), a library search of the origins of war (oh boy, just how 12 year old me wanted to spend my time! (not)), group discussions involving values, education, self-concept, death, social security, nature-nurture, vocation (I literally cannot think of anything less interesting), and future shock (I have no idea what this was about, and couldn't care less.)

The next bit's about learning how to research and outline and write a paper, but we did that in regular classes. And then Premise 3: These children are more likely to be vocationally motivated than average students, so the program should assist them in making intelligent occupational choices.

Me: AHAHAHAHA no. Never been vocationally motivated in my life. And I had just gotten out of elementary school, the highlight of my week was probably still watching Saturday morning cartoons, some vague future where I had to get a job was not something I was concerned about. Six years in the future was literally half of my entire life at that point, and felt a very long way away. Asking kids if they have a future dream job is one thing (and suggesting things they could do at their current age to pursue those dreams), but all the tests and stuff they mentioned seem better suited for kids moving into high school.

The only statement the letter made that I agree with is Premise 4: "Gifted children should be given the opportunity to determine the activities they are most interested in." Well, yeah, all children should, but I didn't need to waste one of my elective classes to find out what I liked; I already knew.

Premise 5: "Gifted students have a tendency to become workaholics if they do not learn the importance of a good balance between work and relaxation."

Me: AHAHAHAHA, this is so not me. In fact it sounds to me that this class would have been forcing me to do extra work. 'Relaxing' activities listed are skating (nope, never was able to learn how to skate, I have weak ankles and crap balance), bowling (boring), baseball (boring, too much standing around under a hot sun), and volleyball (only one that I might have found fun, although I sprained my ankle so badly in high school gym class playing volleyball that I started repeatedly spraining it on a regular basis just by like catching a toe on a crack in the sidewalk; even months of physical therapy failed to break up any of the resulting scar tissue or improve my near non-existent range of motion in my ankle. Athletics and me do not get along.).

Premise 6: "The society of the future needs these "movers" and "shakers"...

Me: AHAHAHAHA again, SO not me. I am not a mover and a shaker, I am a sitter and a reader. I think my parents tried to encourage me to take the gifted class, but I am so glad that they didn't force me when I very firmly said no. Idk, maybe there are kids out there who enjoy thinking about death and social security and self-concept, I enjoyed learning practical skills in woodshop and the home ec cooking class that I took that year.

[glapplebloom]

And no, this won’t cost me $50,000

You may recognize VivziePop from Helluva Boss, but their main bread and butter is Hazbin Hotel. From the pilot, Amazon got the rights to it and gave them 8 episodes to work with for Season 1. While I already know most of what is gonna happen, I still haven’t seen the episode properly. Luckily Prime Video has the first episode free to see on youtube. Off the bat, the Pilot is slightly longer than the original, so I suspect most will be the same but some things cut. 

It begins with the origin of Heaven and Hell. Sort of similar to your Christian Ideology, but various differences. For starters, there seems to be no god. Tons of Angels but they seem to be the one in charge of everything. They created Adam and not Eve but Lilith. Lucifer and Lilith wanted to give Humanity Free Will, by using the Apple that in the Bible was from the Tree of Knowledge.

So this allowed Evil to exist apparently and the two were sent to the newly formed hell. While Lucy was giving up since he can only see the bad they do, Lilith was helping the citizens of hell prosper. But this caused Heaven to fear Hell and created an extermination squad to decrease the surplus population there. So while Lilith is gone, Charlie (her daughter) has the dream of helping Hell.

So off the bat, with the knowledge I know, this definitely sounds like a “Winners History”. I’ll leave this as a Research Bin Subject for now and continue the recapping. So Charlie is talking to Vaggie and we find out Lilith is gone for seven years now (and spoilers, relaxing in Heaven). But apparently Alastor has something for them. Okay, the first episode is actually after the Pilot. Good to know.

He made a commercial and it's as degrading as you can imagine a commercial to be. Like imagine the “we’re not Detroit” commercial without that upside. So a commercial for Detroit (just kidding). They weren’t a fan of it. So it is a week after the Pilot. Angel makes a suggestion and it's porn. They shoot it down. So sometime later, apparently the leader of the Angel Army wants to meet up and Charlie’s daddy suggests for her to do it. Cue song.

Eh, the first song doesn’t do it for me but I can imagine others liking it. Honestly it's hard to compare when Moon Girl Season 2 had a killer soundtrack that’s more my speed. At the Angel Building, we see Charlie meet Adam, the first man. He’s pretty much the big reason my Research Bin subject on this is going to be about what I think of this interpretation of the Afterlife. 

So while Charlie deals with Adam, Vaggie suggests making a better commercial. It goes as you can imagine people who think they can’t be redeemed and Niffty being Niffty. And speaking of Charlie, it also goes as badly as you think as Adam is all about saying that Hell is Forever. Things turn around for Vaggie at least since she made a deal with Alastor to have a commercial be good in exchange for him never having to interact with Television. And in bad news, instead of a year it’ll be six months till the next extermination.

And before the commercial could air, breaking news tells the others the bad news. But there may be more to this than Adam being a jerk. They found a dead angel. They’re not going in now because they don’t want to alert the demon who was able to do that. Still six months. Overall, it is an interesting start. Charlie is hopeful, Vaggie helps bring her down to Earth (in a manner of speaking) and so far I do enjoy the other characters not from Heaven.

With what happens later, I know more questions and answers will appear but will it actually make it to the End of the Year List? Who knows. It is just 8 episodes.

[talthorn-sylvoran]

What is Talthorn's full love life story. Was he ever in any kind of open relationship? Any polyamorous ones? Was he ever considering that in his life even with Kon?

Oh most of Talthorn's life has been non-committal and very open as he already had a true love in acquiring all the knowledge time would allow. His priorities have always been different than many in a noble society. He had no desire for titles and stature, and secured a much different legacy at a healthy adult age. My mage was and continues to be an exceptionally passionate man, and didn't budge when it came to compromising himself for the sake of what he classified as temporary emotions. There was a time and place to channel all of your primal urges, but they were never going to overrule his life. It's easier to just not get attached.

Of course there were a few exceptions, and they ended in abysmal failure. Tal's attempt to form romantic bonds with people were not exactly standard. There was much in the way of violence and abuse from his angry partners, unable to shape the magi in the way -they- wanted him. Every one of them was ridiculously selfish, that Talthorn thought this to be commonplace behavior. Afterall he was also selfish. Expecting people to accept him for whom he was. After his traumatizing experience with his 'wife', Talthorn was forced to come to grips with the unintended damage he had inflicted on her, but also the attitude he took in his open relationship lifestyle. Not becoming attached, also means closing yourself off and not investing in what could be a more meaningful relationship. After convincing himself for so long he was not capable of such, and now realizing he was wrong! It was beyond eye opening.

He wasn't seeking love when he first crossed paths with Kon, but goodness did he find it! And it was definitely beautiful, cosmic and frightening. To have someone -see- you and accept you was something so different. Talthorn was upfront with Kon from the very start, in how he didn't want an open relationship. And it was understood and accepted. They shared some of their previous experiences, and Talthorn was shocked to know just how much Kon's polyamorous marriage had hurt him so and just how badly his spouses treated him. It became a goal to have this man he was falling so in love with to -know- and feel his worth as a person. That Kon never deserved to be dismissed, rejected, tortured and that he deserves love and to know he is the priority in my magi's life!

I would definitely say that Talthorn was poly-curious some time ago yes! Not as much any more. About a half a decade ago IC, there was an attempt at the idea of a poly relationship that failed horribly. Talthorn and Kon are far from perfect men, and they learned quickly their definition of that sort of relationship, didn't fall into what others wanted out of their own. Not everyone can or desire to communicate well either for a great deal of reasons. And of course a polyamorous relationship is different than an open relationship. It can harbor similar elements, but they are not the same thing and it needs just as much, if not more, communication to help it succeed. Talthorn might have been willing to try again with Kon, if his husband really desired but unfortunately there were events that transpired where his mate assumed things, and left the magi hurt and confused not being included. They've long since talked about things, and defining their expectations better in their marriage.

Talthorn has been doing a lot of research on the intricacies of what others define as open relationships and of polyamory. It's a very common practice among many races and creeds of people. He has actively been speaking to a lot of people that are well versed in that choice and lifestyle, and their versions and levels of it. While a fascinating subject as it has so many variables, it has given minimal positive results where it flourishes between all parties concerned. It's truly soured the magi on this practice for himself, even if he will always be in support of those that believe they can be those exceptions and have it work for them! Luckily Kon, has assured him that it is not something he is actively seeking for them. So for now, the husbands will continue to embrace their best love life with one another! Teasing and tantalizing in all the ways that make them -both- happy.

( Whew, sorry this was so long! Thanks for the ask anon! )

[the-firebird69]

Watch "Gnarls Barkley- - - " Crazy " ( H Q )" on YouTube

There's a huge lie going around that line is circulated by Queen Elizabeth and yeah she did it with her brother on purpose to make a stupid people to bring him down a few notches cuz he was planning on just killing them all that's what she said and we believed her and we researched it and it's true. The song is about several things but most of it is about Tommy favino and his hero who's his father he said I learned all this stuff from you and how to get rid of everyone else it makes me feel crazy you didn't teach us that but I'm noticing it's a little bit stupid and now I figured out why he says I want to treat it badly and not as equals and we don't take time to argue with them anymore and we just beat them and we're going to all die is what Tommy F says and we agree you can't do this to them they're valuable people and they create offspring and babies for your family and clan and we have a plan for the universe there's no end to it and there's no need for an end and he explained how it works and she loves them for it

Thor Freya

Olympus

And he says it too we keep people alive and that's her job and it's gross people trying to kill people to do that and that's what the woman woke up and found and they need people all the time and they can't make robots well enough and they still are after them to harm them and we thought it was very evil and it is there's a way to make the universe bigger and he says no just continues and it's infinite and being finite doesn't make sense because we know that there's something beyond it and I start thinking about it and I get it and go out there just keeps going and there's a way to make more matter and we've done all that and we did it here that's why we're important one of the reasons so I'm okay and I'm pleased this is a very touchy subject and I'm upset maybe it was very evil and evil to our clan and our people and it's gross when he Tommy Allen did and Tommy Allen is a pig too and he says it about all sorts of people after he did that it's really not right for him to do either it's desecration of the human body and it is a valued criminal because as a prisoner would be more valuable and interrogation would have been necessary but really it's vulgar behavior and I already did and already gone and serves no purpose except to say you're an animal and fear me and tons of people went after him and they should

Hera Zues

We have a parasitic infection and these people and I have to get at them and I see that it's time to get stuff too and we're moving out

Justin he told me off a teeny bit and he says I'm just a little young and I can't help it I understand that but it doesn't like them at all because their thought process is not logical now seeking monsters they were inside these idiots and we have the same problem again it's a lot larger

We can't stop them because of it but we sure as hell can get rid of their power source that caused it and we're doing the rest of it now I'm sending out orders to protect our friend to help us through this time and the queen didn't do it on purpose this proof of that and I'm offering it now

Mac he's trying to freer to get her out so she's not sick it may have worked but I don't want them doing it

Olympus

[moripartylove]

Really in the mood to spend 2-3 weeks in a language school in London

[halstudandruz]

Research Purposes ~ Part 2

*Not my gif*

Pairing: Jay x Reader

Requested: Yes

Prompt: What happens when the only person in the world you didn’t want finding out does?

Warnings: Swearing

A/N: Part one found here (NSFW, 18+)

A/N 2: Also thank you to @enchantedblackrose for the idea 😊

If you are not 18+ and are unable to read part 1 and want to back story just hit me up (:

“We’re so freaking late. There’s no way we’ll have time to stop for my car.” You rushed around Jay’s apartment, pouring coffee for both of you.

“And whose fault is that.” Jay looked at you accusingly.

“I was just trying to help the environment.” You shrugged, handing him his cup after checking the lid.

“You and I both know we wasted more water in there together than we would’ve showering on our own.” He retorted grabbing his badge and gun off the coffee table to secure them to his belt.

“Yeah okay so I wanted shower sex sue me.” You rolled your eyes shrugging your jacket on.

“I wasn’t the one complaining.” He smiled, taking a drink.

“We would’ve had more than enough time if you didn’t insist on cuddling this morning.” You pointed out, remembering how he pulled you back into his chest every time you tried to move out of bed a couple hours prior.

“You like shower sex. I like cuddling.” He teased handing you your purse.

“Maybe we can draft up an alternate schedule.” You joked.

“I do hear compromise is the key to a healthy relationship.” He replied.

“We gotta go if you don’t want to get pulled over for speeding.” You changed the subject reaching for the door knob, before being tugged back by your arm, turning in time for Jay’s lips to meet yours in a sweet, passionate kiss.

“To get us both through the day.” Jay winked reaching around you to open the door and usher you out.

This was the second time that week you and Jay would be showing up to work together. Nobody noticed it the first time, but your anxiety climbed at the thought of someone recognizing and approaching you about it. What would you say? You and Jay were only in it purely for the sex. Right? Regardless of that fact that you had stayed at his house almost every night the past couple weeks even without the promise of sex, or how your stuff was starting to accumulate at his house from the past few months. A few t-shirts mixed in with his, hair straightener resting on his bathroom organizer, makeup scattered about on the dresser. Friends with benefits, that’s all it was. Nothing more and you certainly were not gaining feelings for him. Absolutely not that was against the rules and you were not about to be some stereotypical fuck buddy turned feelings trope, but you were getting sloppy apparently. You agreed to enter through the front while Jay entered through the back. Skipping up the steps you threw a smile at Trudy offering her a good morning, but in return she stared you down, eyebrow raised as she rested against the desk.

“What?” You stopped in your tracks in front of her. But she stayed silent giving you a look, and you just knew she knew. She was Trudy Platt. She knew everything.

“You should tell him.” She whispered to you, and it’s not the first time she had said something of the sort recently.

“Tell who, what?” You continued to fake innocence as you had the times before.

“It’s going to end badly.” She pushed again.

“It already did end badly.” You reminded her before trudging upstairs feeling the heat of her stare still on your back. Everyone except Kim was already there, including Jay who had his feet kicked up on his desk looking through a file. You greeted everyone draping your coat over the back of your chair and falling into it.

The first hour ticked by slowly, and you found your eyes moving across the room to focus on Jay. Opened documents lay across your desk. He looked so relaxed, shoulders loose, breaths slow and even, head resting against his palm as he fought not to fall asleep. You knew he would rather be out chasing suspects, but deep down you were starting to register you were okay with paperwork days. It meant he was safe, and that thought scared you a little. The last time you had those same thoughts you were staring at a different man in the room. A man who sat not too far behind Jay, clicking his pen absentmindedly as he often did when he was bored.

“Ruz, I’ll break the damn pen.” Kevin grumbled, as he had many times before in response to the habit.

“Sorry.” Adam mumbled, setting the utensil onto his desk away from his fidgety hands.

You chuckled at the small exchange, experiencing the exact same one many times in the years you had been detailed in intelligence with the best people you could’ve ever asked to work with. That certainly didn’t mean it wasn’t complicated though, and you were the very obvious example of that. You watched Jay’s head bob catching himself before adjusting in order to keep himself awake. His eyes accidentally met yours, heart rate immediately increasing. He sent you a small smile as his eyes started to roam over your body. Looking for a distraction from the tedious work. You couldn’t scold him. It wasn’t like you hadn’t been doing the same thing the past 10 minutes. Looking at his arms that were tight against his sleeves you wondered if the scratch marks you left on his biceps this morning would still be prevalent, or if the fading hickey from nights prior was still noticeable on his hip bone.

“I need coffee. Anyone else?” You asked trying to divert the obvious eye fucking your were giving each other. Everyone in the room raising their hands. You laughed taking notice of all the tired eyes who so obviously wanted to bash their heads off the desk already bored out of their minds, just waiting for a case to jump off.

“I’ll help.” Jay offered, voice gruff from barely speaking all morning. Together you poured and distributed everyone cups. Sitting back down into your chair when Jay was handing Kev his.

“You gonna shave that thing anytime soon? You usually can’t stand it past a week.” Kevin asked Jay, referring to his beard. They had always teased him whenever he claimed it grew in patchy compared to Adam and Kevin’s and it usually resulted in him having a clean shaven face the next shift. But it had grown in quite nicely this time, and he made sure to keep it presentable by trimming it as needed.

“No, it’s starting to grow on me. I’m keeping it for research anyway. Seems it can enhance far more than just my facial features.” Jay shrugged casually sitting back down atin his chair, and at his words you choked on your coffee spitting it all over your desk. Uncontrollable coughs tickling your throat.

“You good [Y/L/N]?” Hailey asked standing up to help you.

“Yeah..sorry. Just.. went down the wrong pipe. Didn’t expect it to be so.. hot.” You explained between coughs looking across the room to glare at Jay who wore a cocky smirk on his face, flipping through papers not daring to look up at you.

“You forget your ice?” Adam asked, knowing you had put a couple cubes of ice in your coffee every morning cooling it down so you could drink it faster.

“I must’ve. Kinda out of it today.” You shook your head taking napkins out of your drawer to try to clean up the mess you had made on your desk as well as your white shirt.

“I’ll get you some.” He started to walk towards the break room.

“It’s really okay I spit most of it out anyway.” You laughed.

“I’ll just get you a new cup.” He reasoned and you just thanked him not feeling like bickering with him about it. He had been going out of his way to do nice things for you recently. You assumed either so you wouldn’t spill the beans about him and Upton or because he felt bad.

“There’s no way this is coming out..” You grumbled dabbing at the tan stain forming on your shirt, “Do you happen to have a spare?” You asked, turning towards Hailey.

“I’m sorry I don’t. I used my spare the other day after that shooting and haven’t brought another extra.” Hailey apologized. You waved her off thanking her anyway.

“There’s one in my locker.” Jay offered, “You’ll probably just have to tuck it in.” You thought for a moment, it probably wouldn’t look like a big deal. Just a friend helping out a friend.

“Okay. Thanks.” You nodded getting up to head to the locker room where Jay followed. “I know where your locker is.” You rolled your eyes.

“Yes, but you don’t know my combination nor are you very good at opening dial locks. Hence why you have a keypad one on yours.” Jay pointed out, spinning his combination. He was right. You could never open dial locks.

“Do you analyze everything I do?” You crossed your arms annoyed at how well he always seemed to know you.

“You’re an interesting person babe.” He smiled handing you the shirt as he kissed your forehead.

“Watch yourself. You don’t know who’s hiding in here.” You lectured, “this is your fault by the way.”

“I know. Total win-win situation.” Jay laughed, smiling brightly.

“You’re gonna be the death of me Jay Halstead.” You groaned, a small smile on your lips.

“What a way to go though, huh?” He quipped, giving you a quick kiss.

“Get out.” You pushed his chest.

“What? No free peep show? I offered you my shirt and everything.” He acted offended.

“They’re gonna start getting suspicious if we are in here any longer go.” He huffed at your reply giving in and leaving as you turned around to switch shirts. Jay’s scent immediately overwhelmed you as you slipped his shirt on. Causing your body to relax in turn at the familiar fragrance. Jay was right, you had to tuck the shirt into your jeans, otherwise it could’ve been a dress thanks to your large height difference. Turning to walk out of the locker room, you were met with Adam holding a new cup of coffee out to you making you jump at the unexpected body in your path. “Thank you.” You giggled taking it from his hand to take a drink.

“Did you change?” He asked, eyeing the shirt you now wore.

“Oh yeah. I had white on and it was gonna stain so Jay offered me his shirt.” You explained, shifting on your feet at the uncomfortable conversation.

“Well I have one. It might fit you better.” He offered moving to walk towards his locker, but you put a hand to his chest stopping him.

“I’m good this one is perfectly fine.” You reassured him, Adam stared at you, breaking the tense silence with a long sigh, leaning against the side of the lockers.

“Listen we never got to talk about that night you came to my apartment. I just wanted to say I’m really sorry you-“ He began to apologize when Kevin peeked his head in the door.

“Hey, I’m sorry to interrupt..” he looked between the two of you awkwardly, “but we just got a case.” Adam cleared his throat as you nodded,

“We can..finish this later.” You chewed on your lip pushing past him to grab your coat out of Kevin’s hand.

It was nearing 8 o’clock by the time Voight had given you guys permission to go home and get some sleep. Knowing you’d be returning bright and early in the morning to continue to case.

“What do you think about pizza tonight? I’ve been craving some Bartolis.” Jay asked walking down the stairs behind you.

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea.” You stopped turning to face him when you rounded the corner out of sight.

“Well I can just get pizza and I’ll stop for whatever else you want too.” He offered.

“I’m not talking about food, Jay.” You laughed, looking at the ground. Your mind had been racing since showing up with Jay this morning.

“Then..what are you talking about?” He asked, stepping closer towards you.

“I mean I don’t know I’ve been at your place almost every night the last couple weeks.” You whispered, hoping your voice wouldn’t carry to anyone nearby.

“Well we can go to your place. That’s fine.” He reasoned.

“No that’s not..” You sighed not able to find the words.

“Hey, just talk to me. What’s up.” He encouraged hands falling to your hips holding you gently.

“I’m just worried we’re starting to get careless. Showing up to work twice in one week together. One of these days we’re bound to get caught either coming in together or showing up on scene together. We don’t even know what this is. I don’t want to have to talk to Voight about it in the meantime.” You explained.

“We can be more careful. I promise. I just don’t want you to freak out about this.” He assured you tucking your hair behind your ear. “Can we just address how good you look in my shirt. I’m so glad you’re such a klutz..” Jay’s eyes roamed up and down your body.

“I am not a klutz! How did you expect me to react?” You crossed your arms, glaring at him as you did a few hours prior.

“Well is it not the truth? This thing is still on my face purely for your satisfaction.” He reminded you by trailing his lips down your neck, immediately summoning goosebumps from the raggedness tickling in the wake of his lips. He winked knowing his point was proven, moving up to place a soft kiss on your lips. “Sooo pizza?” He asked, pulling back, hopeful look on his face.

“Fine, but I’m not going in to get it.” You rolled your eyes, a bright smile on your face when he wrapped an arm around your shoulders pulling you towards his truck but when you rounded the corner your eyes connected with Adam’s who stood near the door, eyes wide between you two as Jay let his arm fall to his side, your feet rooted to the floor.

“I forgot my wallet in my locker.” Adam explained stammering over his words.

“Well don’t let us keep you. See you tomorrow brother.” Jay remained calm grabbing your arm to pull you out. Patting Adam on the shoulder when you passed.

“Shit!” You cursed when you reached Jay’s truck.

“What?” He questioned and you looked at him dumbfounded.

“You’re fucking kidding me right?” You scoffed.

“He’s not gonna tell Voight. For starters it’s Adam. Plus we know about him and Hailey. He can’t.” He shrugged.

“That’s not what I’m worried about!” You yelled.

“You just said that’s what you were worried about.” Jay reminded you, trying to catch up. “Babe.” He urged when you didn’t answer him.

“You don’t get it Jay!” You shook your head, lump forming in your throat at the anxiety the situation presented.

“No, you’re right I don’t. I’m sorry. Help me understand.” He grabbed a hold of your hand trying to get you to face him.

“Not right now.” You chewed your lip feeling a few tears fall down your cheeks, quickly swiping them away before they were seen, but you knew Jay would know regardless. You were tired, hungry, and now slightly panicking at the thought of having to address the entire situation. His hand squeezed yours tighter before starting his truck putting it in drive.

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[tricktster]

Hi, I know you can’t share the letters for ethical reasons, but could you share some tips on how to write effective fuck you letters? It sounds like a useful skill to have.

Oh absolutely. So a fuck you letter should always be in response to an inciting action from another party. We don’t write “fuck you” letters unprompted, we write them to illicit a specific “oh shit, I’ve fucked up” reaction from the recipient. Furthermore, the inciting action on the part of the other party ideally has to be wrong. Now, when I say wrong, I really mean two things: 1) that it would incense a reasonable person, and 2) that it’s the type of action that people can get in trouble for.

So, I’m going to make a example up to demonstrate. This example has literally nothing to do with the type of letters I write, but I think it illustrates my process. Say you live in a neighborhood that has a Homeowner’s Association, but your house was built prior to the HOA forming and no owner of the house, including you, has ever agreed to join. You hung up a Pride flag on your porch last June, which is unremarkable, as many houses have flags displayed on their front porch; some are purely decorative, others convey meanings, like your neighbor’s Blue Lives Matter flag, or your other neighbor’s Build the Wall flag. The day after hanging the flag, you go on vacation for a week. When you return, you find that your Pride flag is missing, and you also find a letter in the mail from the HOA stating that you have 24 hours to remove the flag or it will be removed and you will be billed for the cost of its removal. You have, furthermore, recieved a bill for 200 dollars for the expenses incurred by the HOA in removing your flag.

Okay, so we obviously have our wrong act. So now we’re onto Stage Two, and this is the most important stage, Fact Gathering and Research. The obvious move is to find proof that the HOA had no right to enter your land or remove your property, and naturally we’ll do that as the very first thing, but really, is that going to make them sweat? We want them to sweat. So, let’s find news articles about other times this HOA or other HOAs in this neighborhood have entered someone’s property and removed or materially altered the property. Let’s find out what happened to them - were they sued? How much did they get hit for? Was there a ton of negative publicity? How did that impact housing prices?

Even though you’re not a member of the HOW, can you get a copy of the bylaws and see what they say about decorations outside homes that are part of the HOA? Is there a rule against displaying all flags? How about the neighbors? Have any of them recieved demands to take their flags down?

How about researching the demographics of the neighborhood? Do any gay couples live there? Have any gay couples applied and been denied housing there? Does the jurisdiction you live in have a law against discriminating against housing applicants due to sexual orientation? Has anyone ever complained that the HOA has acted in a discriminatory fashion against them because they’re gay? What penalties are available in your jurisdiction if that were the case? Are any of those complaints still pending, and could the complainants use the HOA’s act of removing your flag as proof of discriminatory intent?

What about the bill for $200? How was it calculated? Was it based on the time it took to remove the flag? Did it actually take that amount of time? Do you or your neighbors have a video doorbell that might have captured the removal of the flag? Who actually removed the flag? Did they say anything while removing it that might bolster your argument that the HOA acted with the intent to discriminate against gay people?

How about your own property? Did anything get damaged in the course of the flag’s removal? How much was the flag worth? How much was the property damage worth? Have you spent money related to this incident?

Once you’re done with your fact gathering and research, you’re onto stage 3, which is organizing the letter. So, you line up everything you’ve figured out, and arrange it from “least scary to the HOA” to “pants shittingly terrifying for the HOA.” Let’s say here, least scary is probaby “the cost to replace your flag” and most scary is “the prospect of a ton of lawsuits from other people who have been discriminated against and the prospect of publicity that will cause every HOA associated home’s property value to tank,” with a bunch of other stuff in the middle. Start with establishing that you’re not subject to HOA rules, and then walk them, sentence by sentence, step by step, through just how badly they’ve fucked up, and the bad outcomes they can expect in response to their fuck up.

Finish by telling them who else you’re copying on the letter, if it makes strategic sense to do so and will result in a better outcome for everyone that’s been wronged. In this case, you might think about a variety of gay friendly organizations, local news media, and governmental representatives. Wrap it up by asking them to provide you with a list of the actions that they intend to take to repair the damage that they’ve done to you and to the community within, say, fourteen days, so that you can give that to your attorney in order to help you consider how best to respond to their actions.

End with the most brutally infuriating sentence known to man: “Thank you for your kind attention to this issue.”

You’ll sleep like a baby once that letter’s in the mail.

They won’t.