#ben-k imagine

[charlotteking23]

Jealousy

king Ben x reader

Warnings: Smut, praise, breeding kink, p in v sex, unprotected sex, uses the nickname 'daddy', not edited.

requested: yes

summary: Y/N and Ben are dating and a new kid shows up and start flirting with her so there's a bit of jealousy with it ending in smut! with praise, sir/daddy, and breeding.

You were by your locker looking at some of the photos that were inside showing you and Ben on your first date and some other cute pics, you were in so much of a dazed you didn't realize someone was behind.

"Hey, pretty girl", Ben said behind you, wrapping his hands around your waist.

"Ben you scared", you said startled putting a hand on top of your heart seeing how fast it's beating.

"Sorry, pretty girl...I couldn't help it you look so cute today, he smiled admiring you outfit.

"You like it", You smiled spinning around, showing off your outfit to Ben.

"Hmm, yeah I do...Hey I see you later okay after your class", Ben said kissing you neck while his hands tighten slightly on you waist.

"Okay", You giggled before pushing Ben a little heading to your class. Ben watched your every move admiring you, as you left laying his head on the locker in a dazed.

As you walked into class, you noticed your usual partner Lonnie wasn't here in class before remembering she had to skip today's class because there was a fencing tournament.

You sat in your seat before your teacher began the announcement.

"today, we have a new student joining us today, please make him feel welcome", the teacher said before signaling the student to come out.

"hmmm...you can sit next to Y/N for today since her partner is absent..Y/N raise your hand", the teacher said to the new student.

You raise your hand before smiling kindly at the new student. "Hey I'm Y/N" you smiled before putting your hand for a handshake.

"Hey, I'm Jake, He smiled back before taking your hand in his, holding it.

As you work silently on your work, you could feel Jake watching you closely making you uncomfortable.

Finally the class had ended, you quickly packed up your stuff bolting out of class as fast as possible.

"Hey Y/N", Jake called out to you making you stop before turning to him hesitantly.

"oh umm...Hi, Jake", You said trying to keep the conversation short without being mean.

You both talked briefly more like he was flirting with you but couldn't take the hint you were not interested.

"What's you next class", Jake said interrupting you from your thoughts.

"Oh, umm calculus", you fake smiled at him.

"hmm same..I guess fate wants us to be together", Jake said kissing your hand.

You pulled your hand out of his grip before wiping your hand on your back disgusted by his actions.

Before you could speak you felt someone presence behind, before you could turn around you heard a familiar dark voice.

"She's not interested", Ben coldly said from behind you before pulling you behind him standing in front of Jake.

"Who are you and why do you care"?, Jake angrily said, not realizing the trouble he's in.

"I am king Benjamin Beast of Auradon and she is my girlfriend so get away from her", Ben coldly said before pushing Jake away from us.

"I-I.." that's all Jake could say before running away scared.

Ben watched him run away before turning around to you, "Hmm..pretty girl I think you need to be taught a lesson", he whispered in your ear, kissing the shell before carrying you bridal style away to his room.

Ben laid you down on the bed before hovering on top of you kissing your neck.

His hand reached out to your legs rubbing them, spreading them apart. You felt his hands slightly rubbed against your cloths clit.

"You're like it", he whispered in your ear, leaning close enough into your ear until nothing but a breeze could separate his lips from your skin.

you could only moan in enjoyment as your head fogs at the sudden movement, knees landing roughly on the bed with a pained gasp as you stare into the wall, your back arched in a very, suggestive way towards the man.

"Your so wet pretty girl hmm" he chuckles.

his rough fingertips came in contact with the crotch of your elastic pants, rubbing across your slit through the fabric, rough enough for your growing wetness to seep towards the exterior.

“fuck— pretty girl” he is very much enjoying this, palming his already hard cock through the loose fabric of his own pants. “gonna take care of you, princess, fuck you nice and good til’ that pretty head of yours goes dumb”.

A moan escapes you lips, suddently losing balance until your cheek is pressed against the bed. a lewd sight of your willing body all pliant for him.

“Call me Daddy” he huffs, leaving a single sharp slap on your ass before shredding the cloth down along your drenched panties, enough for his thighs to come between yours and stretch them, leaving your pussy to his lustful gaze, “remember the name you’ll be screaming tonight”

Ben's words are remarked with a couple soft slaps on your throbbing clit with the tip of his cock, making your thighs twitch and whimpers escape at the sensation.

he’s big. incredibly big and stretching you so well your breath comes out unsteady and erratic, nails digging against his back to conceal the pleasure you’re currently feeling, something no one has ever made you feel before.

“Daddy...” you whine pitifully loving how the name felt on you lips.

“that’s right” he grunts, slowly but steadily feeding your cunt the rest of his fat cock, his own breathing coming in stuttered huffs with how tight you felt, “you’re squeezing me so fuckin’ much, you just needed a fat cock to satisfy you, isn’t that right, pretty girl?”

“ha— ngh!” you sob, toes curling in your shoes when his heavy balls kiss your clit, and then he’s fucking you with abandon, holding onto one of your shoulders to pull your upper body up, forcing you to meet his thrusts that almost knock the air out of your lungs.

“good fuckin’ girl” Ben laugh resonates through the empty room, mingling alongside the wet sound your slapping flesh, it’s dark and dangerous, but still makes your cunt flutter, “do you like how I ruin your pussy?”

for a second, your eyes cross, brain shuts and opts not to reply, due to Ben's cock continuously slamming against your sweet spot, forcing waves of slick to drool out of your slit and stain your thighs and bed, mixed with the creamy precum coating your sensitive walls.

“answer me, pretty girl” a rough hand comes to cup your jaw, forcing your head up until his lips ghost over the skin of your cheek, hips rutting into your slit and forcing his length a bit deeper into your abused pussy.

"y-yes!, feels so good daddy" you stutter, eyes rolled back and hair clinging to every corner of your forehead, aware of the movement of your own hips in an attempt to fuck yourself back on him.

“good girl” Ben leaves a single chaste kiss on your cheek, taking his previous position, although this time he forces your waist to arch deeper, almost mounting you before resuming his thrusts, “gonna breed you pretty girl, put a baby in you, you want that".

you whimper his name in approval, completely gone while letting him use you, positively drooling onto the bed and making a mess like he’s doing with your cunt.

with a choked out sob, you cream all over his length, shaking and crying while clinging to the bed sheets, yet he didn’t stop, fucking the white ring of cum back into your drenched pussy.

he leaves a sharp slap on your overflowing pussy, loud and wet enough for your mixed fluids to splatter, and then he’s quick on his feet, untangling your hands from his while chuckling at the yelp and beautiful sight of his cum oozing from your hole.

"that feel good pretty girl", Ben said before taking his thumb wiping the drool from you mouth.

You only nodded to fucked out to answer, you felt Ben get up before he wiped you with a towel.

"Let's get you in the bath", Ben said carrying you bridal style to his bathroom, drawing you a warm bath.

"Thank you", but your voice was all hoarse from the screaming.

He carried you before dressing you in his shirt, before bringing you to his mirror gently rubbing you stomach, "I can't wait to see your stomach swollen with our baby".

He whispered in your ear, kissing the space behind your ear trailing down to you neck wrapping one of his hands around your waist and the other on your stomach.

He carried you to his bed again dropping you gently on it before pulling back the covers for you to get in. You felt his hands rub against your stomach luring you into a peaceful slumber.

[iaf]

Imagine Dinostar going to a school dance together and they're wearing matching outfits. Brooklynn has a nice yellow dress with pink accents and Darius has a neet pink suit with yellow accents. The old switcheroo!

And since Brooklynn tends to be the jack of all trades type of person, she most definitely has the basics for formal/ballroom dancing skills learned (Courtesy of her "Brooklynn Unboxes: The Secrets of the Grand Ballroom" vlog- or something like that). Leading to the following...

Darius and Brooklynn learning how to dance together in real time as Brooke struggles to teach and Darius struggles to follow along. Just these two being silly and clumsy yet comfortable with eachother as they laugh over their little mistakes.

[darkconsumed]

tag dump!! pt. 6

[beguines]

Landscape helps capture the forms in which nations and movements literally and figuratively 'construct' or 'produce' nature, engineering its appearance and infusing it with significations—rendering landscape a 'cultural practice' rather than a given fact. Here landscape is both an object of investigation and a site of intervention; the very medium within which power and resistance are represented and conducted. Put differently, landscape is far from a neutral backdrop but is rather activated, serving as the medium of violence. Dispossession, deforestation, planting, land-grabbing, and acquisitions, privatization, re-modeling, clearance, or the destruction of infrastructures of life, including food sources, buildings, or supplies, all mobilize the landscape in their domination.

Representations of Middle Eastern and North African landscapes nearly invariably include desolate scenes of endless empty and parched deserts, decorated perhaps with an isolated string of camels, or a beach with large mounds of golden sand, a minaret, or an oil tower in the background. The temporality and general impression of these landscapes is slow, hazy, and dizzying, as if they are waiting for 'activation' by someone or something outside of it. Whether reproduced in academic scholarship, literature, film, tourist advertisements, or news media, these imagined colonial representations of the region's landscape place the environment centrally within them, projecting an understanding of the Middle East and North Africa as marginal, on the edge of ecological viability or as a degraded landscape facing imminent disaster due to human inaction. With this, an environmental imaginary enabled storytelling that pushed forward imperial interests in the name of 'development' and, later, of environmental 'sustainability' and 'protection.' In the case of the constructed 'Middle East,' as Diana K. Davis explains,

"Deforestation narratives have been particularly strong in the Levant region since the nineteenth century, where some of the most emotional accounts of forest destruction have hinged on the presumed widespread destruction of the Lebanese cedar forests illustrated in the cover image by Louis-François Cassas. Similar narratives of overgrazing and desertification were used during the British Mandate in Palestine to justify forestry policies as well as laws aimed at controlling nomads, such as the 1942 Bedouin control ordinance, in the name of curbing overgrazing. Such environmental imaginaries, once constructed, can be extremely tenacious and have surprisingly widespread effects."

In Palestine, the construction of an 'Israeli landscape' to redeem the purported damage done to the land by its indigenous population commenced with the first Zionist settlers in the nineteenth century and intensified with the establishment of the State of Israel in 1948. Reflected in former Prime Minister David Ben Gurion's 1951 public address to the newly formed Israeli Knesset (Parliament):

"We must wrap all the mountains of the country and their slopes in trees, all the hills and stony lands that will not succeed in agriculture, the dunes of the coastal valley, the dry lands of the Negev to the east and south of Baer Sheva, that is to say all of the land of Edom and the Arava until Eilat. We must also plant for security reasons, along all the borders, along all the roads, routes, and paths, around public and military buildings and facilities [ . . . ] We will not be faithful to one of the two central goals of the state—making the wilderness bloom—if we make do with only the needs of the hour [ . . . ] We are a state at the beginning of repairing the corruption of generations, corruption which was done to the nation and corruption which was done to the land."

This 'Israeli landscape' was largely cultivated through the multifaceted and by now well-documented eco-colonial practices of the quasi-governmental Israeli organization, Keren Kayemet L'Yisrael, the Jewish National Fund (JNF), which has since made striking efforts to position Israel as an environmental pioneer. Established in 1901, the JNF may very well be the first transnational environmental nationalist NGO, seeking to 'make the desert bloom' by planting forests, natural reserves, and recreational parks over the ruins of Palestinian villages, holy places, and historical sites. Distinguishing itself from other transnational Zionist organizations, such as the World Zionist Organization and the Jewish Agency, the JNF has since its inception portrayed itself as an environment-oriented nationalist organization, supporting the 'redemption' and 'reclamation' of the land through colonial policies presented in the language of preservation, maintenance, protection, and development of vital ecosystems and ecologically sound environments. Indeed, its public-facing promotional materials boast proudly that "Israel is the only country in the world that entered the twenty-first century with a net gain in the number of trees"—without context, of course, of the ways in which trees and the 'greened' landscape in the country are mobilized as weapons of erasure as part of a colonial imaginary that naturalizes non-Palestinian presence.

Shourideh C. Molavi, Environmental Warfare in Gaza: Colonial Violence and New Landscapes of Resistance

[zepskies]

How do you think a romance between soldier boy and a woc would pan out?

Hey there! By "WOC" I'm thinking you mean "woman of color?"

Fun fact: I actually imagine most of my reader insert characters as women of color, since I'm a woman of color myself. 💁🏽‍♀️

I love this question, but I think the nitty gritty specifics would depend on her race/ethnicity. A “person of color” incorporates a broad swath of races and cultures, so it’s hard to generalize while being accurate and authentic to a POC’s experience. For example, I could write a headcanon fic like:

Headcanon: A romance between Soldier Boy (Ben) and a Hispanic/Latina woman of color would include...

Because that^ is my frame of reference, being that I'm Cuban, Puerto Rican, and Dominican. 🇨🇺🇵🇷🇩🇴 (Hence the Midnight Espresso-verse. And speaking of, Happy Hispanic Heritage Month!)

**Even “Hispanic/Latina” is generalizing, because there are many Hispanic/Latino ethnicities with unique aspects to their cultures that can make them very different from one another other, even if you keep the setting as America/New York within The Boys.

In general though, here are my thoughts:

Headcanon: Soldier Boy (Ben) romancing a woman of color:

She could be a good foil for him, not just helping him adapt to modern society, but broadening his horizons to her culture and her world, especially if she's a normal person (non-supe).

She would most certainly challenge him. If she's black or Latina, for example, I couldn't see either one putting up with Ben's misogynist bullshit. She doesn't have the time or the patience, no matter how damn attractive or charming he is.

If he's tenacious enough to pursue her (likely seeing her as a "challenge"), she would help open his eyes to what "a real man" actually is -- reliable, responsible, and a good man.

(Not just that BDE. 🙄)

She could help him see past his white privilege. Especially by showing him her culture, and how she navigates the world is much different to how he navigates the world, not just as a famous superhero, but as a white man who's gotten to be where he is because his daddy came from old money.

If she cooks (or if her mother, aunt, grandmother cooks, as in many black, Hispanic/Latino, Italian, Asian families), she could open up his horizons that way too with different kinds of cuisines that he probably hasn't encountered before. 👏🏽

This would also appeal to that more traditional aspect he'd probably enjoy, of having a woman cook for him lol. Though she would remind him that having someone cook for him is a privilege and a kindness and a way to show someone you love them, not a right that should be expected.

She could also help him see how food and family is pretty entwined in a lot of cultures for ethnic/racial minorities. It could give him a new outlook on what "family" actually means.

Gah! Now you're making me want to write an actual Soldier Boy story with a woman of color. 💕

(Disclaimer though: I'm very careful of not writing for voices that aren't "mine" when it comes to race/ethnicity/cultural minorities, unless I know enough about it through either personal experience or research.)

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: ̗̀➛ Jeff The Killer: Smut Alphabet 🔞

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Pretty basic tbh, he’ll bring you a warm towel or pick you up and take you to the shower. Afterwards you’ll cuddle and go to sleep (get it) if it’s nighttime. 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His arms are his favorite part of himself, he’s definitely strong enough to pick you up, pin you down, or toss you around in bed. And he’s VERY proud of it. His favorite part of you is your mouth. Both because he loves your voice/moans and loves how you well you suck him off. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Loves cumming down your throat, and making you swallow it. Just the thought of that gets him hard immediately.

Honorable mentions: on your face, on your chest, in your ass.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

As possessive as he is, he’s really turned on by the thought of a threesome with one of his or your friends, specifically you being pleased by both parties.

If your a guy, he’d invite Ben. If you’re a girl, he’d tell you to invite Nina.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Honestly very little experience before you, like Ben, he knows what he likes by watching unhealthy amounts of porn. He’s pretty crude and off putting, so none of the other female creepypasta’s want anything to do with him. And ya know… he’s a killer, most normal women don’t want him unless they’re drunk or being paid.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggy, basic but true. Gives him the chance to slap your ass and pull your hair.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

One of the more serious guys. He’s totally focused on reaching his own high, no time for jokes.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Trims infrequently. Probably sports a bush most of the time, unless you complain about it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Not very romantic, he has a hard time expressing his good emotions, and this extends to the bedroom as well. You would have to talk about it with him if you want to be more intimate.

And don’t get me wrong he does truly love you, but bro’s emotionally constipated and never been in a romantic relationship, plus the few times he’s had sex before you, it was either with escorts or a drunk one-night stand from a bar. Not exactly loving and romantic.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Pre-relationship: average amount, like every day or two.

Now: Hardly ever, he only really masturbates if you aren’t in the mood. The few times he does jerk off though, all he’s imagining is pounding you from behind.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Light bdsm, dom/sub dynamics, degrading, praise, spanking, hair pulling, throat fucking, general roughness,  knife play, choking, predator/prey, painal, cnc.

Not really a kink of his, but if you’re into watersports, he’d for sure piss on you if you asked. To him, that’s like the ultimate form of degradation (okay maybe he is kinda into it)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere. Man is not shy at all, he’ll fuck you on the mansion’s dining room table while everyone’s eating if you asked. 

Basically public-ish settings, it makes him feel like he’s showing the world who owns you. So for example: Bending you over in the corner of a nightclub, having you (discretely) ride him in the back of a bus (back facing him), picking you up and fucking you against the hallway’s walls, car sex, public bathroom sex, gym locker room sex. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

It doesn’t always take something specific, you in general turn him on just by being so cute and hot. Though he is a fan of skimpy clothes and teasing.

Like, he won’t admit he enjoys the teasing, but… 

Imagine putting on some cute booty shorts and a cropped tank top, walking around the mansion and catching the eyes of every guy & girl there. Jeff noticed immediately, and started feeling the anger and jealousy bubble up in him. But you play being innocent so well he actually questions if you know what you’re doing.

So you continue going about your day, making sure to bend over to pick something up every time Jeff is in your vision. You find excuses to give a ‘friendly’ touch to one of the other guys while Jeff watches. Like touching Ben’s arm while laughing at something he said, asking EJ to lift you up because you can’t reach the highest cabinets, swinging your legs over Masky’s lap while your sitting on the couch, i could go on and on. 

Like i said, Jeff won’t admit he likes seeing you tease him or flirt with other guys, but his competitive and possessive nature will always take over, making the jealousy turn into arousal and the primal urge to dominate and claim you as his.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Bottoming/subbing. No way he’s gonna let you dominate him, he is literally the embodiment of toxic masculinity. He doesn’t wanna feel like the “weaker” one by being dommed or topped by his partner (even tho he’d for sure like it if he tried it)

Also wouldn’t do sounding, the idea of putting something inside his dick sends a cold chill up his spine.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Prefers receiving, but he’ll go down on you if you ask. 

He surprisingly good at giving head, especially if you tell him afterwards it was just “okay” or “good”. That instantly gets his competitive side going, and he’ll be determined to get better and better at it till he’s making you scream with just his tongue.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast and rough, he’s a wild animal in bed. Expect bruises and scratches to show up the morning after. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Loves quickies, they’re probably his favorite. He’d be down to have one anytime you want.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Very down to experiment, the list of things he won’t do is pretty short.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can for sure go multiple rounds in a row, and last super long each time. He’s got superhuman endurance when it comes to fucking you.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Probably just a pocket pussy, it’s also probably homemade 💀

I think he’d have a hefty collection of toys to use on his partner tho.

Ropes, ball gags, handcuffs, whips, butt plugs, vibrating panties, multiple styles of vibrators, dildos, cock rings, nipple clamps. 

You name it, he has it (or will buy it for you asap)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

His way of teasing is edging and overstimulation. He loves seeing you squirm around from the mix of pain and pleasure.

If you pissed him off that day, he’ll edge you for hours. He’ll bring you within a second of your orgasm, just to take it away and continue using you like a sex doll. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Load grunting and heavy breathing, like i said, he’s pretty animalistic in bed.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Loves when you bite and scratch him.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

About 6.5 inches and thick. A couple veins, and curved upwards a bit.

Has a Prince Albert piercing.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Mildly high. Not as horny as Ben, but probably more horny than you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn’t usually, unless it’s literally the middle of the night. Most of the time, you two will fuck and just go on with the day.

[szanne7000]

🟢Windswept ~ A Witch Cottage🟢Simblreen Gift🟢TS4🟢

Windswept is a Simblreen Gift for all of you! I started this build on October 11th & finished it October 20th when I sent it to Bodaccia for testing. I started working on finding all the links (that I was able to find) Saturday, the 21st. Let me tell you that there are over 900 pieces of cc (and several of their swatches!) in this build… I think I’ve been dreaming about missing texture files, links, Google, & Wayback Machine every night when I finally went to bed, LOL. Bodaccia informed me of some things that needed changing, & I worked on those over Wednesday & Thursday & finished them all on Friday when I sent it back to Bodaccia for “emergency” testing. While she was doing that, I was finishing up the links & taking pictures. I think the only time I’ve worked harder & faster was when I was participating in DOTY. It is now about 4 pm on Saturday, October 28th, & I just need the Tumblr to work…

Happy Simblreen!!! I hope you are pleased with Windswept for a long, long time.

1 Bed/1 Bath

Living, Dining, Kitchen

Workroom & Consult Area

Spell Room

Séance Room

This build came about as a wish from my youngest son, Ben. He wanted a fantastical Witch Cottage to play in, & we both thought that all of you might enjoy it, too. Windswept is based on real-life architectural plans & my imagination. As many of us adults, he has loved The Sims since the beginning. In fact, both my sons (Travis is my oldest) were responsible for getting me into this game. Without my sons’ interest in this game, my love of building, landscaping, & decorating in The Sims would not have happened. Thank you, my Loves, for your push.

The Credits & Links pdf file included with the build contains everything you need to enjoy this build. Go see all of these Amazing Creators in their native habitats!

A Gigantic & Special Thank You to the following Creators who allowed me to include their content as a Gift with this build:

@karzalee -001StudioK @ADVMabra, @aggressivekitty @mel-bennett @psychicpeanutkitty @irinaseverinka @solistair & @theeaax

I want to give a Huge Thank You to all the Creators whose generous TOUs allow inclusion of their content with builds, which for this Simblreen Gift is most of you.

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The few creators whose content you need to get can break between patches; they all deserve an Enormous Thank You for everything they do.

@dorocash @momo-cc aka MountainSplitter @natdreamsims @simcredibledesigns & thepancake1 and @mizoreyukii

I also want to give a Massive Thank You to the Modders/Creators whose contributions make my game easy to finagle & look gorgeous: You do impossibly great work!

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Lastly, I need to thank my Bestie, @bodaccia48. She’s absolutely the Bestest Bestie there has ever been. Even though she’s been under the weather this week, she fully play-tested this build to ensure that you & your simmies can enjoy it without issue. She even dragged herself out of bed right before I did a final save of the lot to run an emergency check to make certain some necessary fixes actually worked. Seriously, they don’t come better than you, Bestie!

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I'M A RUIN — Soldier Boy/Ben (Part IV)

Series summary: After the events of the Seven Tower, you present Grace Mallory a new secret project you're working on already to develop a cure to Compound V. The only problem? You need Soldier Boy for that.

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x female reader.

Word count: 2.8k.

Warnings for series: set after S3 (spoilers), some OOC!Ben, some depressed!Ben, angst, hurt/comfort, eventual smut, slow-burn, language, PTSD, reader has Compound V (she's no Vought supe tho), Soldier Boy being an usual asshole, reader is a fucking liar.

Warnings on this chapter: Reader's parents are fucking irresponsible and disgusting people, mentions of a dead parent, Homelander!!!! (he's a fucking warning), sexual assault (touching, kissing, etc.) and some after thoughts, you know the usual questionable stuff on TB universe, Ben's point of view and presence=red flag.

Notes: more about reader's past in here! And just want to add that this is how i imagine her suit on this chapter. I'm also using a lot of inspo from Sue Storm of the Fantastic Four because I love her, so yeah. And thanks so much for reading it means a lot to me! ^^

this fic tags: @k-slla @syrma-sensei @mostlymarvelgirl @cheynovak @drasticemotions @blacknoirr @deans-spinster-witch

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Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI | Part VII | | Part VIII

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Part IV: Countdown

2009

"Spectrum, turn around, please," the lady on the other side of the camera ordered.

You did as she told, turning slowly and showing a complete view of your suit. Made of unstable molecules, the suit was your best creation at the time. It was all white with black details, and finally you had something covering your whole body that'd turn invisible when you commanded. Your boots were the same, specially built to disappear and blend with your powers when needed.

"Great, show us what you can do," the woman said.

You nodded, your heart beating so hard on your chest. You didn't want to fuck it up. Not for your mother. She was the main reason why you were there in the first place. You took a deep breath, with eyes closed you raised your palms at your chest level and created a force field around your figure. The force fields you learnt to make over the years of self training were like gigantic bubbles that allowed you to float around if you said so, and they protected you or anyone or anything they were covering.

The camera, the couch, the table, and any single thing you found in the room were now surrounded by the fields, lifting them up a couple of feet from the surface. And once you thought it was enough, they landed slowly on their place, the fields vanished just like the one around yourself. Though the lady on the other side didn't seem amused or surprised.

"I also turn invisible," you said for the first time after your personal presentation was over.

"Go on," she plainly answered.

And within seconds, you slowly disappeared from her sight. The fabric of the suit faded away.

"I created this special costume to turn invisible without, you know, being naked," you commented.

Still, there was no clear answer on the face of the woman. She was just busy taking notes and filming your audition with the steady camera on the table. She said nothing, her eyes glued to her writing. Disappointed, you made yourself visible again.

"That's impressive!"

You gasped. It was that voice you heard so many times on TV. His steps came closer and he stopped by your side with a smile on his face.

"Homelander," the woman called with a wide, fake grin. "You weren't supposed to be in here."

"Just passing by, wanted to say hi. I'm really amazed by you, darling."

You tried to smile the best you could. But you were so tense and flustered now that he was in front of you. Your childhood hero, coming to see you at your audition. Even before you got a clear response from Vought. It felt like a dream. Any child had dreamt of it at some point.

You grew up with him and the Seven. He was one of the reasons you forgot every single problem and responsibility your dysfunctional, selfish family put you through from a young age. To them, you were just a doll to play with and show off. The perfect daughter. But seeing the Seven was totally different. You wanted to be like them. Too sad this part was also linked to your mother and her self-centered shit. If only...

"Thank you," you barely answered with a soft voice, looking down on your boots.

"I've been out there, hesitating if I should come in, since you created those force fields. Wow!" he praised, making you chuckle. "You left the door open on purpose, didn't you two?"

All you could do was chuckle again, you felt your cheeks burning at his banter. He smiled along with you before turning his eyes to the lady.

"Hey, Greta. Can you leave us alone for a moment?"

"But I have to-"

Homelander chuckled, cutting her words. "Absolutely no, I can continue for you. Remember?"

Greta, as he called her, swallowed thickly and her eyes switched between you and the supe. "Sure, sir."

She lifted herself up from the chair, took her things and went out. You noticed the camera was still in place, that meant it was still rolling.

Once the door closed. "So..." he began, walking a circle around you. "How'd you create this... costume of yours?"

"Well, I like science," you nervously smiled, playing with your glove-covered hands. He passed by your face this time and paced around one more time. "It took me a while to figure out how but I did something with the molecules, created my own patent of the matter and did this complete costume."

Homelander stopped at your back. He hummed. "Smart. Tell me..."

His pause made you answer what he was looking for. "Spectrum."

"Spectrum, why do you want to be part of the Seven so bad?"

Homelander dragged your alias with a dark voice, one that replaced the long warm and welcoming tone he had with you at first. You licked your lips, anxious and out of words. Once behind your figure, he angled himself so close to one of your ears that you felt his hot breath on your skin.

"So? I know you have something to say, dear."

"I- I just want to help others... Do what you guys do..."

The next thing you felt was the supe's strong body pressing on your ass. You gasped loudly as his hands grabbed the sides of your hips forcing you to fall back against his chest.

"Go on," Homelander whispered.

One of his hands roamed over your stomach slowly, right under your breasts, and you were absolutely caged on his grip. You took deep breaths, closing your eyes as he touched you over the suit.

"I- I know science, I told you. Also I can help the team w-with new inventions of my own... Create technology t-to fight very bad threats," you stuttered.

"Mmmh, yeah, I like the sound of that," Homelander chuckled against your neck, his lips tracing soft and unwanted kisses on your skin.

"Please- ah!"

He harshly pushed you against his groin. Your breath caught in your throat at the feel of his crotch. This wasn't what you thought it was. This was not what your mother signed you up for.

"Tell me, did your father know how much of a fucking slut you are?" Homelander hissed, his hand cupping your covered breast.

Something inside you emerged at his question. His touch was disgusting and it was making you sick and the mention of your father, your dead father, made it even worse.

"What do you know about him?" you asked in a dark whisper, still planning your next move.

Deep inside, you were scared of Homelander, it was a new face he had yet to show to the world.

"Just the basics, honey," he said plainly, forcing you to walk with a grip on your arm. The supe sat on the couch and pushed you to his lap. "He was quite the rich man, Edgar knew you'd be a great deal to the company, well, your money of course."

You let out a gasp. "What?"

"Honey, he was one of our most valuable shareholders," he playfully answered, his hands cupping your cheeks.

And it clicked. Your mother supported your dream just because she'd still be getting profits from Vought. The firm was now under her name, and she needed something more to strengthen the relationship between Vought and your father's inheritance. The fucking witch. And then, your father. He was the one financing this piece of shit sitting between your legs. Were all supes like this behind their masks? If so, fucking crap. Everything you believed in was bullshit. A circus. And they clowned you so well. And above all, the sickening man that had been touching you without your permission the past endless minutes...

"Oh, poor thing, you didn't know," Homelander's intense blue eyes widened when he immediately noticed your confused, blank face.

Your eyes filled with tears and still, you refused to cry in front of the asshole you once admired.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of you here with us," he smirked. His fingers on your neck, feeling your pulse. You closed your eyes so hard, your nose wrinkled and you held back a sob when his hand added pressure around your collar. He leaned closer, his lips finding yours in a sloppy kiss as you tried to resist his touch. "So fucking useful," Homelander whispered against your lips. He gave you that mischievous grin of his. You shivered. "I can't wait to ruin you. Every single inch of you."

The same past memory of Homelander haunted you the next day. The way you found out about your father's business with Vought and how the supes showed their real faces was the main reason you were here now.

You remembered you had to hit Homelander as hard as you could to escape from him and use your force field to protect yourself before running away and leaving the tower, fully invisible. Not that it was a great help since Homelander had a lot of abilities with his vision, and he could hear the beating of your heart miles away, but for you, it was worth the try. It was a surprise he didn't follow you that day. Instead, Vought got a new deal with your mother for the budget and you hated that. You cut all communication with what was left of your family after that day, knowing it could've been so much worse.

Homelander and Vought, however, were after you now. And he was a difficult face to forget. Not only because he was faking everything from the public but because Vought was after your father's money. And deciding to step away from all the illegal stuff they did, you left for college. Science was always a part of you and it's what got you here, under Grace Mallory and the CIA, doing different jobs you were not so proud of, but now, you were looking for a cure. It was all that mattered those days, until you found out that your mother had been experimented on during her pregnancy. A fucking lie. That's what your life was. That's why she cheered you to go to that stupid audition and fell into the hands of that monster at twenty-three years old.

The thought of your father supporting the horrid things Vought and the Seven did for decades was unbearable, and since Homelander's visit the night before caused those memories and nightmares to be back. It took a great effort to get out of bed and come to work that day. You'd make sure to compensate yourself for it later. But now, you were in a hurry to your daily session with Soldier Boy. You saved your phone in the pocket of your trousers after checking the time as you walked down the aisle, grabbing tightly the report of your patient with your other hand. Well, thirty minutes late wasn't nothing.

"Doctor!" you heard a female voice running towards you in the halls that made you turn on your heels. It was your young assistant.

"Hey, Bianca. What's wrong?" you asked as you noticed she was a little out of breath.

"We ran another test. The supe survived," she blurted, handing you a tablet that you didn't take. Sometimes the change in the results was minimal.

"That's great. Any significant improvements?"

"Well, just minimal effects. Right now some fever, fatigue, dehydration, and uhm, low pulse."

You sighed after another illusion. "Right. I don't think those are minimal effects, Bianca. Please check our patient and see how the powers are working. Run blood tests, all tests you can and then you can provide me the results. I'm a little busy right now."

She nodded with a shy smile, looking around subtly. "Sure."

You smiled back as best as you could. "Anything else?"

"No, it's just- I see you go this way a lot," Bianca pointed to the direction you were heading with her gaze. "That's Soldier Boy, isn't he?"

Your brows furrowed. "Why you ask?"

"Nothing, well, my grandpa used to talk about him all the time," she giggled. "I was just curious, sorry."

"No problem. I get it. But I really have to go, please make sure those results are on my desk by the end of the day," you ordered kindly.

"I will."

"Thanks, Bianca."

With that, you gave a last smile and began your walk again away from her, slower than before. For some reason something was off since you entered the building. It felt different. Totally weird. For the record, since Homelander threatened to have your head off, you paid twice the attention to your surroundings and the people around. You didn't know if there was something big planning right now in front of your nose. You just walked a couple of feet when you felt someone following behind, that was probably watching over you. In a swift movement, you turned on your heels but no one was there. The aisle was empty.

Bianca was already gone and almost no one would wander on this wing of the building, for obvious reasons. With caution you resumed your steps, telling yourself that you were not going insane.

"Robert Singer and I have been hard at work bridging the divide between the human and Superhuman communities. I've seen that divide firsthand in my three years running the FBSA—"

Ben scoffed, taking the TV controller to turn the screen off. "Bullshit."

He stood in the middle of the room with nothing but a towel hanging down his hips after taking a shower, taking the last smoke of his blunt. He grew tired of waiting for you, so he just took a shower and now, everything on the fucking channels was the stupid campaign by Victoria Neuman being supported by Vought and the fucking brat he was supposed to call his son.

With a deep breath, he finished the weed and threw the remains on the ashtray over the new coffee table. His mind started to wander away, realizing he had been a little calm the last couple of days after he almost blew up the fucking place to the ground. Inside, Ben knew your words and actions were a lot of help for the small sense of serenity that started to grow within his chest after that moment. Absolutely that was something he wouldn't admit, ever. But if he was to say, he was actually relieved.

Taking a look around, his place was not that big of a mess. You were certainly used to his clothes around the floor and the sofas, so it wasn't really important. What he found annoying though was you pushing him to read the stupid books and write down his feelings. He wasn't going to do that. If you were there to medicate him, so be it. He wondered why you took so long to do it. Probably he should be stoned enough to not feel anything. That was fucking better.

Just as he started to go over his mental plan to get the hell out of your prison, the door opened. He smirked at your sight. As always, an useless armed man standing behind your figure. You dispatched the guard and stepped inside Soldier Boy's place, the door closing with a loud sound.

You stopped your tracks just a few steps away from him. He noticed your eyes tracing his half bare body in a quick motion, before turning to his face with an arrogant smirk on your lips.

"See something you like, sweetheart?" Ben teased.

With a light chuckle, you held your head high. "Don't be delusional, it's just basic instinct."

"Believe me, I fucking know that," he snarked, taking over your figure with his green eyes the same way you did before. "Basic instinct."

You rolled your eyes. "So," you sat down in your usual place to start the session, making a pile of three of his shirts in the empty space. "Make yourself decent and then we can continue."

Ben took some sweatpants and a shirt from the floor and started to dress himself in front of you, without much care. He smirked as you turned away your gaze to focus on the report lying on your lap.

"You're late," he remarked, taking his own seat once he was done with his clothes.

"Yeah, I had some things to do," you mumbled going through the pages. "But I see we can start now."

He took a deep breath, staring into the distance. "Don't make it boring."

You grimaced, looking back at him. "Can't promise that."

Ben sensed a playfulness coming from you. Could it be that, after recieving your comforting words, he was seeing another side of you? Like the side that would actually trust him, because you still arrived. You were sitting in front of him. You were with him, in the same fucking room where the sun was far from getting. Yeah, you were there but he was too full of ego to bring his walls down again. He wanted to convince himself he wasn't vulnerable. He knew he was more than that. He was Soldier Boy, the man who had to stop Homelander and his fucking kid.

He smirked. "Well, sugar, I can ask you to try."

[the-s1lly-corner]

The Creepypasta Masterlist, Volume 1

And we make it at least to the Creepypasta masterlist, or at least the first one! Since I kind of merged the source and crp fanons of masky and hoodie I will be including my Marble Hornets posts as well! If there if anything wrong with any of the links please let me know! Since a post can only have up to 100 links there will be multiple masterlists for Creepypasta! As of 1/20/2024 this masterlist is complete! For future volumes you can find the links in the bottom of my pinned!

MULTI CHARACTERS:

Slenderman, EJ, LJ, Tim/Masky, and Brian/Hoodie's petnames for the reader

Down time w/ Slenderman, EJ, LJ, Tim and Brian

Slenderman, EJ,LJ, Tim and Brian w/ a reader who has plushies

Masky and Hoodie w/ a teen!new proxy!reader (platonic)

Slenderman, EJ, LJ, Tim and Brian listening to a song w/ reader

Reminders from Slenderman, EJ, LJ, Tim and Brian

Random skills and hobbies they'd have: Slenderman, EJ, LJ, Tim and Brian

Slenderman, EJ, LJ, Masky and Hoodie x their ideal partners

Slenderman, Splendorman, EJ, and LJ outliving you

Slender, Splendor, EJ, LJ, masky and hoodie losing the reader

Slender, Splendor, EJ, and LJ when the reader has a nightmare

Slender, Splendor, EJ, LJ, Masky and Hoodie reactions to being told "I love you" for the first time

Slender, Splendor, EJ, LJ, Masky and Hoodie finding out youre pregnant

Slender, Splendor, EJ, LJ, Masky and Hoodie x slenderbeing!reader

EJ, LJ, Masky, Hoodie, and Toby w/ a scarred reader

Slender, Trender, Masky, and EJ w/ an ace reader

LJ, EJ, and Toby x reader whos like Hishino

Masky, Hoodie, Toby and reader going to a pumpkin patch

Date nights w/ Masky and Hoodie

EJ, LJ, slender and Jeff x reader who's been there the longest

EJ, LJ, Jeff and hoodie having a snowday w/ the reader

SLENDERMAN:

Dating Slenderman v.1

Slenderman finding out his proxies get bitches

Living w/ Slenderman

"In all my years.." short post

Slenderman exploring the readers interests

Slenderman x reader who writes horror

Slenderman x fey!reader

"All entwined in one web" Slenderman comfort/hc post

Slenderman x ghost!reader

Slenderman x cottagecore!partner

Matching scarves

Celebrating halloween

Slenderman x slenderbeing!artist!reader

Slenderman x slenderbeing!reader

Date nights w/ Slenderman

SPLENDORMAN:

Splendorman: catch up edition

EYELESS JACK:

Dating EJ hcs v.1

Aftercare w/ Eyeless Jack (kind of spicy but not explicit)

Living w/ EJ

General EJ hcs

Imagine scenario w/ EJ

Jealous EJ

EJ x artist!reader who loves nature

"The world is cruel" shortpost

Reader surprise visiting him

Reader and EJ walking together at night

Reader and EJ drabble

EJ ramble post

"Oh nooo i sure hope there isnt a monster" shitpost

Random EJ tongue hcs (yes this is SFW)

Playing w/ his hair

EJ, reader, and music

He accidentally hurts you

EJ and reader cosplaying BOTW for halloween

Random thing #5/Cleaning the tar

Cuddling and Sleeping w/ EJ

Date nights w/ EJ

LAUGHING JACK:

Living w/ LJ

Gift giving w/ LJ

Carnival hcs/jokepost

Random hcs

Laughing Jack x chaotic!reader who loves music!

Pumpkin carving w/ LJ

LJ x reader whos like Tomie

Random thing #2/Colors

Random thing #3/Pain

LJ x Trans masc!reader w/ cramps

LJ x reader who gets migraines

Random thing #10/Clown physics

LJ x angel!reader

Date nights w/ LJ

LJ x clown!reader

MASKY/TIM:

Masky x fem!reader on christmas

Tim x fem!reader who has tics

Reader finding out Tim is a proxy

Tim/Masky x soft but fierce reader

Father!Masky finding out reader is dating Toby

Tim/Masky x sunshine!reader

HOODIE/BRIAN:

General Brian/Hoodie hcs

PUPPETEER:

Pup x reader whos struggling to sleep

Pup x reader who has nightmares + sleep paralysis

OTHER:

General Zalgo hcs

Platonic Ben Drowned x mute!reader

Platonic Ben x gen z!reader

FLUFF ALPHABET

D, H, N, O, P, Q, R, S, X, Z w/ LJ

A, B, D, G, H, K, M w/ Slenderman

C, E, F, H, I, J, K, M, N, S, Y w/ Masky

E, F, I, W w/ Slenderman

J, P, Q, U w/ Slenderman

A, C, I, G, K, L, P w/ EJ

[gh0stsp1d3r]

heya!!!

can i request kylo ren x fem presenting reader (doesnt have to be afab)

i have this idea where theyre like storming the resistance because they finally found them (lol) and kylo and his S/O show up with their sabers (and theyre like obviously together), and like everyone on the resistance base is like no fucking way 😀

idk i thought it would be funny for like leia to realize "oh shit i have a daughter in law" or sum o-o

IF THAT MAKES SENSE THEN UH THATS IT (its not imaginative ik im SORRRYYYY 😭😭😭)

A/n- heyyy, OMG I LOVE THIS ANON. Also sorry if I haven’t posted): been super busy but I’m trying to get through requests. I didn’t know how to end this off

Small talk

Fem!reader

“You found it, sir?” You asked him, your husband nodded and you smirked ever so slightly.

Everyone looked at him in shock, waiting for orders.

“Me and general L/N will go out to the base. Along with your squad for backup, just in case. He looked at one of the squad leaders, they all nodded.

“I am expecting general leia organa to be there as well, so be aware. Me and L/N will be going in by ourselves, and you stay outside, unless I say otherwise. Got it?”

The squad going with nodded along, following orders and beginning to prepare to leave.

You followed Ben to his personal ship, and he led the squad to the base.

“Kylo. Since your moms gonna-“

“I told you, I don’t want to talk about it. We are going to go in there, storm the base, and kill everyone in it.”

You sighed, a small sliver of you wished that you could meet his mom.

You grew up in the dark side, practicing and training since birth practically. Ben was 23 when you met him, when he became Kylo Ren.

Quickly, you both became friends. He took a liking to you for months, not saying anything until you said something first.

And now, you were about 3 years married, 3 years you both had dated.

You stood up when you had landed, he stared down at the helmet in his lap, thumb moving up and down on it as it stared back in his eyes.

You looked at him, putting a hand on his shoulder and a soft smile, giving him a quick kiss.

He stood up, putting on his mask and you both walked out.

He pulled out his saber, ignoring the many alarms. You pulled out your own. Men came rushing towards you both with guns and such, trying to shoot you both.

You blocked them with the sabers, stabbing whoever dared to do such things with it smoothly and quickly.

Kylo knew you could defend yourself, but he felt rage at whoever tried to do that. Shoot for him, not her! Idiots. He thought, as he sliced through the resistance members.

The doors started to close, you both glanced at each other and knew what to do.

———-

“How’d they find us?” Her voice was anxious, as she walked through the base.

“We don’t know. We think that someone is spying for them.”

“And it’s Ben and who?”

“The girl is known as Y/n Ren. They’re married. Apparently she’s some powerful general, no one talks about her because they’re scared. Of her and K- Ben.”

Her eyes widened at that. “Married? I have daughter in law? Guess I was never invited.” She mumbled, looking at the camera footage of you and Kylo slicing through the doors.

“Get everyone off of here. Now.”

The boy nodded, taking off and going to get everyone off.

She stayed, standing and waiting. Once everyone was off, she put up all the doors around the base.

“Ben.” She said, standing in front of him now.

You followed behind him, you threw your lightsaber up and down, and twirled it around. He gave you a glare, and looked back at the woman in front of him.

You stared at her now, and she looked back at you.

“Guessing you’re Y/n.”

“Don’t talk to her.” He said, voice threatening and modulated.

“Sure am. Guessing you’re-“

“That’s enough.” He said sternly, he didn’t want the small talk.

“What do you want, Ben?”

“It’s Kylo.”

“Take off your mask, Ben.”

He sighed, and did so.

“You were always busy. At meetings or stupid things. I hated it. God, I hated it. I was lonely, and it wasn’t until I found the dark side, until I found her that I wasn’t lonely.” He circled around her like prey, and she followed him around. His guard was up as always.

You watched the whole thing, in awe of him.

“You left me alone, it’s your fault. Everything is your fault.” He pointed the red lightsaber at her, tears welled in her eyes as she looked at his son.

“It was you.” He pointed it at her again, stopping his tracks. He stood in front of her, and stepped over to her.

[knyontop]

Hello! Hope you're having a good day! And I was wondering if the creepypastas could react to your death but if you're a child pasta? Like say it's from a bullet wound since the enemy defended themselves? Take your time:)

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ONG IM SO EXCITED FOR THISSS

Creepypasta x Child!reader.

Tw: gore, depression and stuff, starving, self sabotage, and other stuff.

Ft: Jeff the killer, Sally, Ticci toby, Ben drowned, Nina the killer, and our beautiful, amazing, handsome, reader.

Jeff:

・He doesn’t know what to say, he only feels anger. Rage.

・The rage of Jeff the killer is something I hope my worst enemy never experiences😭

・He will not sleep until he finds whoever killed you, he will go to the depths of hell to find them.

・He cant even think straight when looking for them the only thing he wants to do is kill.

・he starts to isolate himself from everything and everyone, he will just sit in his room or just go out and kill.

・he killings are much more brutal from the anger.

・taking all his anger and emotion out on his victims.

・cry laughing while he carves em’ up.

・he thought he would be happy if you just randomly disappeared or something but I guess not. ☹️

・He lost his some what friend and sibling.

・He will drink, and drink, and maybe drink some more and drink while killing.

・This just makes him less of human then he already was. He cant do it, he just cant.

・He still refuses to say he cares about you btw. (We all know the truth)

・”Damit kid… you dumbass. Why did you have to die?”

Ben:

・Life is all fun and games to him, playing pranks on people, killing people, torturing people, just the usual!

・This news just hits him like hes being drowned all over again. Hes panicking, feeling like he cant breathe, just losing it.

・Hes glitching all over the place, saying its not true, its not true. You cant be dead! NO YOU JUST CANT!

・Please come back.

・Please just come back.

・He doesn’t find video games fun anymore. He doesn’t annoy people like he used to. He gets more aggressive with his pranks.

・He like jeff takes his anger out on his victims, getting all his anger and frustration out.

・he just wants you back. Please. Come back. Come. Back. Now.

・Hes more glitchy and on edge now, you were like his dumb, little sibling.. but your gone now.

・He just doesn’t get why kids are always the ones who have to suffer, why did you have to die? Your just a kid. You shouldn’t have been dragged into this mess.

・”W-W-Why d-did you h-have to die… y-y-your just a k-k-kid im so sorry.”

Toby:

・oh, oh this poor boy. Hes already lost his older sister, imagine what this is like.

・The worse part is he was there when it happened, and he couldn’t protect you. He couldn’t protect you. HE COULD NOT PROTECT. YOU.

・He will never forgive himself this is like Lara all over again. He cant do this anymore.

・He will eat less and less, just sit in bed. Having random outbursts in the middle of the day, just breaking down absolutely losing it. But who can blame him? Everyone missed you.

・Toby just wished he could have died instead of you, its not fair.

・Hes mad at you, hes mad at himself, hes mad at everyone. Hes now more violent then ever. Hes easy to anger, just everything.

・Hes over here lashingout at everyone, even sally!

・oh and you have no idea how this has affected sally. Omg. 😭

Sally:

・oh this poor sweet baby :C

・She just cries, cries and cries and cries.

・You helped heed forget about all the bad, she had someone to care for and someone to care for her. But your gone now.. why?

・She just misses you so much, shes mad at the world for this. Shes mad at Slender and even Mr. Charlie!

・Sally is now more clingy then ever. She needs more attention and starts to get more “annoying” to everyone.

・visitsyour grave everyday to have tea partys with you, like old times yk? She cant go there without crying.

・She misses when you would brush her hair and tell her about your mission and how there head would go splat splat splat! The sound is so silly to her!

・Sally just wants you back! She wants her parents back, she wants everything back!

Nina:

・Nina is no longer her sadistic silly self.

・She doesn’t have anyone to rant to anymore, she doesn’t have anyone to practice shots on, she doesn’t have anyone to try make up looks on! Her little sibling is gone again! Just like she lost her little brother.

・She didn’t trust herself with you, she thought she would hurt you like she hurt her little brother. But you just ended up hurting her…

・Nina just like toby starts to pass on food, she literally loves food tho! But she just cant anymore…

・”You were my best friend and now.. and now your gone.”

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[sapphosewrites]

An odd bit of dialogue for Kasidy and Ben about Siskarak just slipped into my mind. Imagining K&B have an open relationship, with the expectation to tell each other:

"I don't mind. I like Garak, you know."

"I don't."

"Then why are you sleeping with him?"

Ben found he couldn't answer.

[all-about-kyu]

Summary: Jongho has to be the best papa bear and husband out there. Pairing: Jongho x fem!reader Tropes: parent au Genre: fluff, slice of life Rating: G Warnings: mentions of childbirth, mentions of lactation/breastfeeding Word Count: 555 Note: Enjoy the brainrot… there’s likely more coming…

Listen to: say you won’t let go by James Arthur || lifetime by Justin Bieber || imagine by Ben Platt || butterflies (ft. Fletcher) by MAX

Special tags: @hwasrie @yoongurt @thelargefrye

“She won’t break, you know.” You chuckle.

“She’s so… tiny.” Jongho replies, not taking his eyes off your newborn daughter.

She’s hardly a week old, and Jongho has kept his eyes on her nearly the entire time. When he asked you to marry him, he committed to never falling in love with another girl. The moment he laid eyes on your daughter, that promise was broken. He looks at her like she is the most precious thing in this universe. You can’t blame him for that. She absolutely is.

Jongho looks away for just a moment to look up at you from his place on the couch. His eyes are sparkling, and the way he smiles makes your heart melt and soar simultaneously. The look he gives you makes you feel like the most special person on the planet.

“What’re you looking at me like that for?” You chuckle, sitting down beside him.

“Thank you.”

“What did I do?”

“You gave me her. You exist in my life. I’m yours, and I couldn’t ask to be anything more than that.”

You go to reply, but your daughter starts to shift slightly in your husband’s arms. She makes a slight noise that’s hardly there. Jongho returns his attention to her. He sits back against the couch entirely and shifts her tiny body to rest against his chest, head resting against his shoulder. He shuts his eyes, hoping to get a few minutes of sleep while she rests.

You smile at the small interaction. Jongho looks exhausted, you probably do too, but he looks absolutely gorgeous right now in your eyes. He fits his role as a father so well, and you wouldn’t want to experience this with anyone else in the world, even if you could. He pats her back lightly, lulling her back to sleep.  He can feel your eyes on him, though, and peeks one open to look at you. It takes mere moments for him to fully open his eyes again and turn his face toward you.

“What?” You ask again.

“You look beautiful.” He states simply.

You feel butterflies erupt in your stomach, but try to cover your reaction with a humorless chuckle, “Sure, Jongho, I’m sure. I haven’t been able to shower in a few days, my hair looks like a bird’s nest, I have stains on my shirt from feeding and just lactating and-“

“You’re always beautiful.”

You blush slightly at his comment, “S-shut up, give me her. I’ll need to feed her soon.”

“Ten more minutes?” He asks with a slight pout.

“I’ll burst if I go ten more minutes. You get five.” You smile.

Jongho makes a face that you immediately know how to read. You lean over, and just as you’re about to kiss his cheek, he turns and gently pecks your lips. He giggled at your slightly shocked face.

“You go rest a little. You deserve to relax. I’ll bring her to you in five minutes, as promised.”

You nod with a quiet thank you. You start making your way to the nursery. You might as well be in your rocking chair just in case you fall asleep.

“Babe.” Jongho calls; you turn to face him, “I love you so much. Thank you.”

You smile sweetly, “I love you too. You’re already an amazing papa bear.”

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[infini-tree]

walks in. ponifies the characters. walks out

(+ some notes)

the kids' ponified names are just based on Vibes/keeping the same first letters as the original. i kept playing with the idea that the "Heart" part of pony!harold's name should be a compound word, to keep the same number of syllables as Hutchins, but i already broke the "same syllable count" rule with george, so Heart it will stay

the kids' cutie mark is just as straightforward. melvin's is science-y, while george and harold are meant to parallel each other-- at least with the 'pencil drawing part of the cutie mark' motif. the spiral in george's is me being a bit cheeky.

why is it every time i do an au that's more of a design challenge than anything with a concrete plot, george just is the hypno-ring that made krupp cu /j

krupp and captain was the most difficult out of all of them to design since if i had to design one of them, it had to be fitting for the other too. the more natural colors (in comparison to the others) was meant to be more of a reflection of krupp's character, but the neutral color palette also worked for captain too so his accessories popped.

the coat pattern was also there to make sure he doesn't seem too monotonous, but then i learned about horse coat patterns-- specifically blanket patterns... that basically meant captain's underpants is just built into both their coats. its less obvious on krupp since he has a shirt (blue now, since white on white wouldn't look good).

as for krupp's ponified name, it was also a similar struggle since there were no K words that fit his vibe. it was initially "Key" for the longest time (read as: i had to sleep on it), but i decided on "Keeper" since it still evoked that trapping feeling, but it could have more positive connotations in a... protector/caretaker/teacher sort of way.

as for the "Bantam" part, i had wanted to keep a similar enough word to "ben". and having it be shortened to "Ban Keeper" was too good to pass up. bantam is a kind of chicken (which fits krupp's farm past as established in tetocu), but bantam also meant "small and feisty person", which krupp is. but is also what the children he's "keeping" are.

so basically you can read krupp's name as "keeper/caretaker of unruly kids [in detention]", "controlling one's unruly nature", or "farmer keeper", which i personally think is fun

don't worry about krupp hiding his cutie mark! its fine. he's fine.

captain is captain! you know him. you love him. he has changeling motifs due to the nature of the "radiation". apparently, characters gaining radiation/magic based wings and horns are a thing that happened in G5, which i didn't know until recently, so funny coincidences.

captain's cutie mark is underpantyworld. his cutie mark is different from krupp (stares at the changeling motifs)

edith, thankfully was straightforward. her ponified name is just a food name, specifically a type of cheese. her cutie mark is a ladle with some sparkles around it. i changed her dress to just a shirt, and her gloves to be some galosh sort of deal.

and as a bonus since you can pry alien!edith from my cold dead hands, there's a bonus reformed changeling form since that's the closest thing to aliens in this world! "Stemmata" is a type of insect eye, to fit in with the changeling naming convention of naming them after bug body parts, but also eyes because of the whole Two Blue Eyes thing. she was originally supposed to be called "Ocellus", but there's already a character that exists with that name...

i imagine edith defecting from a small hive and accidentally unlocking her reformed form, and she thinks she can't go back even if she wanted to so she just kinda... stays,

[egrets-not-regrets]

Cedric: From One Healer to Another

Of Fin and Feathers AU: Cedric gets to meet his aunt, Amelia, a harpy healer... and Alcyon, her bonded chaos Iron Warrior mer.

Author's Note:

Erriox (to Alcyon): Amelia will be safe. Cedric may be a Black Templar, but he won't hurt her. Besides, Lenora is there.

Alcyon: Black Templar >:(

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Cedric: How could someone be so nice and be bonded to that chaos heretic! >:(

Here's a light, fun, and a little science-y fic to make up for the last two emotionally heavy ones. :) Thanks to @sleepyfan-blog for letting me borrow Cedric. He is adorable. Also mention of Arnault from @kit-williams. Yes, Alcyon has an intense bond with Amelia, like Arnault and Angela.

OCs: HarpyLenora, MerErriox (Iron Warrior OC), HarpyAmelia, MerAlcyon (Chaos Iron Warrior OC), MerCedric (Black Templar OC (c) @sleepyfan-blog)

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Lenora watched Cedric continuously grind the paste with his mortar and pestle with interest.

“What are you making?” she asked. 

“Ah… I’m making poultices for surface wounds.” The black and white mer replied, not stopping in grinding the paste, “It’s to protect the open wounds to prevent infection and possible contaminants from entering. Could you pass some of your down feathers?”

The osprey harpy handed her son the container of down feathers. Cedric took a few and grinded them into the paste. 

“And do you slather it onto the bandages before storing them? I couldn’t imagine it being easy to put on the poultice underwater.” Lenora remarked. 

“Some of the bandages will be coated with the poultice before storing. The rest will be stored in containers for manual application.” Cedric replied. He dipped his finger into the poultice he was making and took a glob out for the harpy to inspect, “The paste holds better than it looks. The addition of hagfish slime to the poultice allows it to hold well underwater and on land.” He explained, happy that his mother was taking an interest in his work. 

“Interesting.” Lenora smushed the glob around her clawed digits. What an interesting texture. She also noticed a cooling effect to it. Harpies sometimes used poultices, but it meant that they would have to be landlocked for a while to allow the poultice to work since the paste would start to dissolve underwater. It was rather inconvenient for harpies that lived around water, so potions tend to be used. With this though… this might work. It would be helpful in using poultices instead so that potions can be used for more extensive injuries. 

“Is it mint that is causing the cooling effect?” She asked. 

“Part of it.” Her son replied, “The mint is mixed in with aloe.”

Lenora nodded. A thought occurred to her, “Cedric, would you like to meet Amelia? She’s a healer too and would probably be interested in learning from you.”

“Yes, I would like to meet her! Do you think she will bring Ben along too?” He replied excitedly. 

“Maybe.”

Cedric brightened, it would be really nice to learn from his ‘aunt’ too and trade information with a fellow healer, especially one of a different species from him. You never know what you learn that may come in handy after all. Maybe she might bring Ben as well. His mother mentioned them sometimes, but he and his brothers had yet to meet them still. Cedric hoped to finally meet his little cousin too.

“If they do visit, it is likely that both their bonded will come with them.” Lenora warned, “I only ask that you not get into a fight with them, should they come too.”

The Primaris scoutling’s face scrunched in distaste, “I can… do that…” he replied. He nearly forgot about them. Right… if Amelia’s his aunt in name, then that chaos heretic would be his “uncle”. Cedric cringed, visibly disturbed. Nope. Nope. No, they’re of no relation. He is not about to call chaos anything that. Ugh… he doesn’t like it, but he has dealt with worse than ornery battle brothers as his patients in his experience as an apothecary, so dealing with the two chaos mers couldn’t be that much worse. Cedric can be professionally detached when he needs to be. He can behave as his mother requested. 

Lenora watched her son’s expression with amusement. She knew how much her boys disliked chaos-aligned mers. But she trusted that they would behave if she asked that of them. She could trust that they would at least leave the other alone and not goad them into a fight. 

“You sure you can do that?” She chuckled. 

Cedric straightened his posture, “Yes.” He replied confidently. 

Lenora smiled, “Alright. I’ll go talk to her.” and left to find Amelia. 

She managed to secure a visit from the harpy healer the next morning, since she had time and Alcyon coincidentally would be patrolling with Erriox that day. 

The next day came and Erriox said his goodbyes before taking off. Alcyon and Amelia arrived at their family nest shortly after he left. Cedric's eyes widened and his fins flared at the sight of the large scarred mer who protectively curled around his plover harpy mate upon entering the cave and spotting the Black Templar scoutling. His mind screamed danger. The chaos mer was larger than Erriox, almost about Claude’s length (in his shark-tailed form). The young Primaris mer could tell the chaos mer had centuries more battle experience over him, judging from all his healed over scars, discoloured healed fins, and prosthetics replacing his right eye and left forearm. He would be hard to beat in a fair fight. Not that chaos mers would fight fair, in his opinion. 

Cedric placed himself, not so subtly, in front of Lenora to protect her. His eyes were sharp and muscles tensed, ready for any attack from the chaos mer-Astartes. Lenora smiled exasperatedly as she stepped to the side of him. 

“Whelp. You hurt my mate and I will end you. I don’t care if you are my brother’s son or not.” Alcyon growled at the apothecary-in-training, still protectively curled around his bond-mate.

“I will not…”Cedric bristled with indignation, feeling insulted by the chaos mer’s implication. He might be a loyalist and didn’t trust chaos mers as far as he could throw them, but it didn’t mean he would harm his bonded! Let alone someone who’s a close friend to his mother!

A brush from Lenora’s wing calmed him down. She smiled at him, “Easy, Cedric…” she murmured. 

The young apothecary felt vindicated in a petty way watching the large mer get scolded by his smaller harpy mate for his rude behaviour, “Alcyon! I told you to be nice to the youngling! He will not hurt me. Have some faith in Lenora at least.”

“I know.” The fierce mer grumbled, “but he is a Black Templar…”

“Lenora has two Black Templar sons, and no harpy has ever been harmed by them.” The plover harpy refuted.

Alcyon let out of huff, “Fine.” He called out to the osprey harpy, “Lenora, her safety’s in your hands.”

Cedric’s dorsal fin flared and he let out a low growl at the perceived threat towards his mother. The chaos mer ignored him, focusing on his mate instead. Rude.

Lenora snorted, “Amelia is safe with me. There won’t be a feather out of place.” She reassured with good humor, patting Cedric’s back to ease him. 

“Everything will be fine, I promise. Go. Erriox is waiting.” Amelia cooed, reaching up to caress her mate’s cheek. Alcyon held her close and nuzzled her, “I should be back by nightfall. If not, Malaran knows that you are here.” 

“Of course.” They shared a kiss before the chaos merAstartes swam off to join his legion brother.

Cedric stared at them, still unbelieving that a chaos mer would be so tender and protective towards their bonded. Maybe they shared a bond like his big brother Arnault and his bonded, Angela. It would explain how intensely guarded Alcyon was over Amelia. And Amelia’s son, Ben, was apparently bonded to a Black Legion chaos mer. Does this bonding phenomena run in the family? His mother didn’t have any biological children, so he can’t really say. Cedric hypothesized that if she did, her child might end up bonding with a loyalist mer if that was the case. 

“I’m sorry Cedric, Alcyon can be very overprotective of me. And well, he doesn’t like Black Templars very much.” Amelia apologized, somewhat embarrassed by her mate’s posturing. She reached out her clawed hand, “It’s nice to finally meet you. I’m happy to meet an Astartes apothecary.”

Cedric shook her hand, giving his aunt a smile to put her at ease, “It’s… alright. Bonded mers tend to be intensely overprotective over their non-Astartes partners. It’s nice to meet you too. Mutter told me all about you and Ben.”

“Speaking of… where is Ben anyway?” Lenora asked. 

Amelia gave a helpless smile, “He’s flight training with Malaran. He’s very enthusiastic about being able to knock Erriox over.”

The osprey harpy laughed, “We’ll see about that!” Knowing how solidly built her mate was.

Cedric chuckled at the thought of a small plover harpy cannonballing into his older Iron Warrior cousin.

“Cedric, Lenora mentioned to me about how you make your poultice. It sounds interesting. You added hagfish slime to it?” Amelia asked. 

The Black Templar scoutling confirmed with an excited trill, “Yes! The hagfish slime keeps the poultice intact while underwater.” 

The harpy healer hummed, impressed, “That’s what’s missing from our poultices. While poultices work for surface wounds on land, it causes harpies to be landlocked for a while because they would start losing effect and start to dissolve in water. Which is rather inconvenient for us living by the water.” 

“Hagfish slime isn’t easy for us to obtain either, as they reside too deep for us to reach.” His mother added. 

Cedric thought for a moment and then asked Lenora, “One hagfish produces a large amount of that slime coating. What do you think of keeping a hagfish around?”

Both harpies hesitated, having seen the mess that a few spilled hagfish can cause when they visited the siren sisters of the Storm Rocks to do some trading. 

“I would say, maybe keep a few hagfish to an area underwater by feeding them, and harvest their slime that way. I’m not keen on cleaning up a mess of slime from our nest if an accident happens, and neither would Erriox.” The osprey harpy gently nixed his idea. 

The black and white mer pouted a little, but he understood what his mother meant. Plus, Cedric could see an accident like that happening from he and his brothers’ roughhousing. He sighed, the other suggestion his mother gave wasn’t a bad one though, he could work with that. 

Amelia nudged Cedric gently, giggling, “We’ve seen the aftermath of a hagfish spill, it’s a big mess from only three hagfish. I am curious about your poultice recipe though, would you mind telling me so I can write the recipe down and try it?”

Cedric nodded, “Of course! If you don’t mind telling me yours as well. We could trade results! It would be nice to have a comparison to see what can be improved.”

“I agree.” Amelia smiled at her nephew. Lenora handed them both a loaded ink quill and parchment as they dictated and discussed their poultice recipes with one another.

Time passed by all too quickly. They were deep in discussion about the different cone snail toxins that could be effective pain relievers in healing potions when Alcyon and Erriox returned from their patrol. 

Amelia churred and nuzzled her mate, pleased with his safe return, when the larger chaos mer wrapped her in his embrace, “Hello Alcyon. Your patrol went well?” 

Alcyon purred and kissed her temple, “All is calm and rather boring. I see that you are unharmed.”

“Everything is fine, like I told you. Quit looking down on the poor fledgling!” Amelia chided him. 

Cedric glared and hissed at the chaos Iron Warrior, “I would never harm anyone’s bonded, let alone a friend of meine Mutter! Don’t insult me!”

Alcyon stared at him evenly, commenting to Erriox and Lenora, “Good to see this one has a backbone on him.” Then turned to his mate who finished gathering her things into her bag, “Ready to go?” He asked. 

Amelia smiled and bid them goodbye before heading to the cave entrance. She flew off with Alcyon diving into the water, following close behind. 

Cedric blinked in confusion, his jaw falling slightly open, “Was that…?” 

Erriox laughed and clapped a hand on his adopted son’s shoulder, “Consider that his compliment and his approval.” 

The young apothecary didn’t know how to feel about that, but he supposed at least he won’t have to worry about the chaos Iron Warrior glaring at him anytime he interacts with the harpy healer in the future. 

Lenora smiled, “That worked out quite well.”

Cedric frowned slightly, “I guess… but I don’t like his attitude towards you, Mutter.”

“Alcyon can be rather abrasive, so I do appreciate your patience with him. Thank you for that.” She nuzzled him. 

Feeling happy at the compliment, Cedric let out a soft purr and nuzzled her back, “You’re welcome, Mutter.”

[kairiscorner]

not me imagining ben reilly getting himself a "i am kenough" hoodie after you guys watch the barbie movie and him replacing the 'k' with a 'b', so it spells, "i am benough".

he wears that to comfort himself when miguel, jess, peter b or anyone else accidentally hurts his ego or makes him wanna cry 😭😭😭

you usually catch him crying on y'all's bed (i heard he was 26 so this shouldn't be weird, should it..........) the same way ken did in the movie, and after y'all watched the barbie movie, he just sniffles to you as you comfort him,

"I'M JUST BEN, I AM... I AM BENOUGH..."

then he keeps crying until you tell him how benough he is, how great he really is, how much you love him and everything about him. "even my... even my harrowing memories of the past?" "yes, benny, even your harrowing memories of the past." (he only believes you when you say it that way)