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sleepy-wyvern · 1 year

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His Hummingbird (Miguel O'Hara x female!reader smut)

{Angsty smut oneshot}

Available: here on Tumblr and AO3

WC: ~2.2k [oneshot]

Synopsis: You're a human female who has a boyfriend from another dimension; Spider-Man 2099. Miguel visits your apartment late at night as a surprise after not seeing him for a week.

I HAD TO GET THIS IDEA OUT OF MY HEAD BEFORE I COULD FOCUS ON OTHER FICS IM SORRY ;-;

Inspirations: the song Hummingbird by Metro Bloomin and James Blake and you know the fang scene… man definitely bites 👀

A/N: If y’all want/request more I may write more, otherwise this is a one shot ❤️ leave a comment or reblog if you liked.

Warnings/tags: Angst, Smut (18+ Minors DNI), hickies (lotsa biting), fingering, light begging from reader, p in v (condom), light male whimpering

Disclaimer: I borrowed my spanglish friend for some of the translations here. Feel free to send an ask or comment if something feels off.

Enjoy!

The moon shone bright through the heavy clouds as you wondered where your spider was.

Fighting crime, defeating evil, saving lives, all nothing you could complain about. Another universe, another day, another “business trip.” He used that phrase to try and make you feel better but it couldn’t take away from the fact that one day he may not return. Perhaps if things went bad enough you wouldn’t ever be able to know what happened to him, just spending the rest of your life waiting for someone who would never return. You tried your best to shove the thought away as you fiddled with the window latch.

You pushed open the window widely to get whatever cool night air you could in your little city apartment. As the hot summer days neared closer you took solace in the cold rainy night. The sound of the rain and the city traffic was oddly comforting.

You turned and walked toward the kitchen sink opposite of the room figuring you'd at least try to get some chores done. It was a small-ish apartment the size of a hotel room really. The biggest room was the merged kitchen and living room. Still, it was familiar enough space for you to sense the presence behind you.

The moment you turned your back you heard the window blinds gently tap against the window pane; anyone else would’ve thought that had been the wind. Anyone else without a spider person lover anyways.

“Do spiders ever use the door?” You spoke without turning around, instead you turned the faucet on to do the dishes.

“You should start locking that window at night,” his gruff voice was directly behind you.

“Miguel,” you sighed, twisting the tap off before turning around.

It had been a week since his last visit, the longest ever since you started “seeing” each other. You hadn’t put a label on anything yet, what could you call a lover from another dimension that could never stay with you?

Every time you saw him after a prolonged period you were intimidated by how he stood over you. He hadn’t meant to be intimidating as his mask was already removed, yet it was hard to ignore his height and size of his build especially when he had to look down at you.

“Nobody can enter a 4th story window,” you smiled. “Just you.”

Despite that you were angry he was gone for so long your heart melted at the sight of his brown locks falling gracefully over his forehead. He wore his blue and red spider suit as he always did when traveling.

He wrapped his large arms around your waist, pulling you close into his hot embrace. He planted a kiss on your forehead.

“Te extrañé…” He trailed off as he pulled back to look into your eyes.

He held his hands against your face when you eyed his bracelet; the thing that let him stay here with you without “glitching out.” It was a grim reminder of what could never be. Despite the comfort you got from his rough hands against your soft face, it made you sad.

“I missed you too,” you sighed, overlapping his hand with your smaller one.

The bracelet was cool to the touch as you frowned. “Where have you been?” You scolded, “You told me you’d be back by Monday. It’s Friday!”

“I’m sorry,” he sighed furrowing his brows. “It’s work.”

“It always is,” You turn around putting your hands on the smooth countertop.

“I’ll make it up to you,” he offered, sounding sad and hopeful.

You knew he didn’t mean to make you worry or make you sad. You both wished things were different. It would make it so much easier. You knew though that if he could change things he would and you didn’t want to hold what was out of his control against him. It wasn’t his fault you were born in different worlds, different universes. It didn’t help that you weren’t a spider person either.

You felt his hands gently against your waist as he moved closer to you.

“I'm sorry." He sighed. "Mi pequeña colibrí…” he whispered into your ear. His breath was hot and heavy against your neck sending shivers down your body.

“Oh stop, you can’t use the español to make me feel better! No fair!” You laughed.

He placed a kiss on your ear that tickled before you spun back around, wrapping your arms over his shoulders.

“My spiderman,” You giggled as his look of concern melted into happiness. "I'm not mad at you. Just try to let me know if you'll be late next time."

The corner of his lips turned upward ever so slightly in relief. "I promise."

Another thing that was likely yours only; Miguel’s smile. When Jessica met you she was surprised you were even real. She warned you to not mention much of Miguel’s personal life activities to the other spider people but it was hard to remember. Once you accidentally mentioned the flowers on your table were from Miguel to Gwen she nearly fainted. You adored the way he treated you special even if you weren’t sure why he chose you. You could never be mad at him for something he couldn't control.

He brushed his thumbs in a circular motion against your waist as he held you. His dark eyes were full of love as he looked down at you.

You ran your fingers back through his brown hair. He seemed to sigh beneath your touch, it was thrilling in a way to know he was comfortable enough around you to let his guard down. Nobody else could see Miguel the way you did.

“You need to stop being so stressed. Relax more.” You sighed bringing your fingers to his forehead. “Grumpy wrinkles.”

He chuckled low as he held you tightly. He brought his face down into your neck to inhale the sweet scent of your perfume that he loved so much.

“I know what helps with that,” his voice was deep and silky and fuck it made your body melt.

You giggled as his sweet kisses turned into loving nibbles. He was careful to not hurt you with his fangs but he knew how much you loved his gentle biting. You had a hunch he loved it as much as you did. On top of that it’s been a week without it and damn you missed him.

You let his touch overwhelm you as he held you, softly biting against your delicate skin. His body tensed against you the moment you let out a small pleasurable gasp.

“Hm,” He huffed deeply as he pulled back. “I forgot my strength. I’m sorry, mi colibrí.”

He brought his fingers up to your neck, wiping away the wetness before examining the hickie left behind.

“That’s what makeup is for,” you reassured. “Now, you have a week to make up for…”

“No better time to start than now,” he knocked off the stack of papers that were laying on the countertop.

Before you could react he grabbed your hips, lifting you into the air. You let out a faint gasp as you wrapped your legs around him.

“Miguel!” You scolded as he smirked at you, placing you on the empty countertop space. “Naughty, what has become of you?” You teased him.

“You have become of me,” he pressed his hot lips against yours hungrily.

He brought his hands around to the back of your head holding you close so he could kiss you deeply. It wasn’t long before you could feel his cool tongue against your lips. You opened your mouth letting him in, his cold mouth meeting your warm one.

You brought your hands to his shoulders feeling the fabric of his suit. Eagerly you moved your fingers to his back, grasping for the zipper. You rotated between feeling the muscles of his back and fumbling with the damn zipper making your kisses turn sloppy.

“Eager aren’t we?” He laughed low and deep in his throat, it wasn’t a mocking tone. In fact you knew he loved it.

He shimmied his shoulders out of the suit and it took all of your power not to basically drool over him. You wasted no time bringing your hands to feel his hot skin, tracing your fingers lovingly over the scars on his chest.

You buried your fingers in his hair as your lips met again. The man loves to kiss you, almost as much as he loves to bite you. He took the opportunity to switch to biting your neck whenever you pulled back to breathe.

He slowly brought his fingers underneath the hem of your shirt, running his calloused fingers along your silky smooth torso. You separated from him only long enough to remove the pesky fabric of your top before diving back into him again.

You could feel the bulge in his underwear against your leg as he leaned forward to undo the clasp of your bra. He brought his large hands to your breasts lovingly cupping and massaging them. Goosebumps rose against his skin at the sound of your soft, lustful moans.

“More baby,” you whispered.

He brought his lips to your nipple, his hair tickling your chest. You tilted your head down letting yourself get lost in the scent of his shampoo while he planted wet kisses against your stiff nipple. His grabs on your body slowly turned more rough as you felt his teeth against your skin.

“More,” you demand. It’s been a week and damn you wanted him more than anything.

He hooked his fingers underneath the soft fabric of your leggings and panties as you shimmied to help. Your body shivered as the fabric pooled to the floor. Miguel looked at your body with a mixture of awe and hunger- a deep lust filled hunger.

He brought his index and middle finger to your entrance, smiling when he felt how wet you were.

“You really did miss me huh, mi pequeña colibrí?”

You nodded “mmm’, yes I did. Need you, Miguel.” You whined feeling him circle your entrance.

He wasn’t cruel to make you wait as he plunged his fingers in. Your back arched as you gasped, spreading your legs desperate for him deeper. Feeling his fingers arch against your walls and watching the movements of his wrist as he pleased you was intoxicating.

Still you wanted more.

“Please, baby,” you whimpered.

Your body whined when he stopped and pulled his fingers out.

“What is it, cariño?” His voice purred. He brought his fingers to his lips, rolling his tongue over your sweetness.

“You,” your lip quivered as you shuddered from the cool apartment air. “Please.”

You knew this was a game he could normally play for a long time. Not today though, neither of you could handle it. Instead your heart raced as he nodded to the kitchen drawer where you kept the condoms since counter sex had become a more regular activity.

He brought his large, hard cock out of his boxers, stroking lightly. You swallowed at the sight wondering how you could ever take him.

He smirked at your expression “are you afraid?”

You shook your head, reaching your hands out to his broad shoulders trying to bring him closer. You fumbled with the condom, bringing your hands to his hot cock. He gasped lightly as your hands held him him, rolling the condom down over him.

He lined his tip against your entrance, soaking himself in your juices and teasing you just a little.

“Are you ready?” He whispered and for the first time tonight you heard his voice start to shake.

You bit your lip as you nodded “I am.”

He slowly slid himself in as you let out a moan of tight, firey pressure. The moment he was fully inside you both let out a gasp; you both waited so long for this moment. You wrapped your arms around him as he buried his face in the crook of your neck while you got used to the feeling of all of him inside.

He waited for you to nod and give him the okay to continue. He planted a kiss on your cheek as he pulled out slightly before thrusting in again. You spread your legs further apart, moaning at the next deeper thrust. You grasped at the muscles of his back for an anchor.

“Just like that, cariño,” He whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

He thrusted against, harder and faster as you felt your pleasure start to build. He kept a lovely, steady pace and you knew it wouldn’t be long until you reached your climax.

“Oh Miguel,” you moaned, making him shiver. “Baby, I’m close.”

You grasped at his back desperate to have more of him. His heavy breaths and grunts sent electricity through you while his cock pressed lovingly against that sweet spot.

“Don’t move,” his voice was a quiet whimper while you held him.

Fuck, hearing him whimper always sent you feral but you did your best to keep still while he pounded into your tight cunt. Your back arched as the waves of pleasure crashed down into a lovely orgasm.

“You feel so good,” he whispered in your ear.

You knew he was close and you wrapped your legs around him not letting him go.

“I’m, I’m-“ his voice broke off as you felt his cock twitch inside of you.

His arms held you tightly to him as you were wrapped around him lovingly. The heat of your bodies, the feeling of his heart beating and the rise and fall of his chest as he heavily breathed through the pleasure… Despite that soon he’d have to leave again these moments are what make it worth it.

"Te amo," his voice was a husky whisper as he held you.

For now, you got to enjoy the warm embrace of your spider.

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Thanks so much for reading, let me know if you enjoyed with any comments/reblogs, I appreciate them all!

-Wyv

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itsanerdlife · 3 months

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Filthy Lies

Pairing: Howie Stark x Rogers!Reader

Young love is never easy. It's especially not easy when you're the daughter of a crime boss. Or when you fall for the son of your fathers biggest enemy. Nobody knows, so nothing bad can happen, right?

Lets see where this goes. Might be just this hot mess or it might be more I haven't decided.

Half in half out. Wiggling forward. Tips of sneakers, pressed hard against the siding. “Bitch, are you putting on weight?” Wanda huffs, yanking hard on my upper arms. Huffing back at her. “Shut up, if you opened the window wider.”

“Didn’t know your ass was getting bigger.” She grumbles, putting her foot against the wall, under her window. With a scrap, the both of us squeal when I pop through the window. We collapse to the floor together, with a loud thump, both of us laughing. Her door swings open, making us laugh harder. Our twin brothers and their friends standing there, looking at us, tangled together on her floor. “What in the fuck?” Pietro asks. “We didn’t want you to find out like this.” I cackle, eye level with Wanda’s boobs. “It’s a love affair we can’t resist.” Wanda laughs. The guys look to Sam, Wanda’s long term boyfriend. My brother John glares at him. “You two are going to get my ass kicked, thinking you’re funny.” Sam puts his hands up. John James Rogers. My twin brother, my father’s carbon copy. Only he somehow got some qualities from our uncle Bucky. Silent, deadly glare, seriously intimidating, dangerous. Only he looks exactly like our father, dirty blonde hair, sea blue eyes, wide shoulders, what girls call damn good genetics.

Gross. Apparently my twin is a hot commodity with the girls in our school. If they only knew.

“Who said anything about a three some?” I snicker, pushing myself up off my best friend. John turns his glare on me. “You don’t scare me.” I roll my eyes. “Sometimes I like to share Wanda.” I shrug, sitting back on my heels, as Wanda sits up. “Hey Y/N?” James smirks, leaning on the door frame watching me. Looking just like his father, my uncle Bucky. Jet black hair, cut short on the sides, the slightly longer top, styled perfectly. Winter blue eyes that give the impression they can see into your soul, built just as thick and wide as my own twin. Only he can be a lot friendlier, he got that from my dad, but he had his mother’s, Aunt Natalia, temper to the worse point. I lift a brow at him. “What do you want Jr?”

He glances at my brother, before looking to me. “What happened to the button on your shorts?” He lifts a brow, dropping his eyes to my denim shorts. The button snapped off.

My eyes snap up to Wanda’s, her eyes drift slowly up from the missing button to my own sea blue eyes.

“Ah,” looking around at the floor “it’s around here somewhere.” Shrugging, keeping my eyes on the floor.

“Y/N?” John’s brow drops down, staring at me. His phone rings. Saved by the ring. “Bet that’s dad. You gotta go.” I press my lips together, running a hand through my dirty blonde hair. He sighs, looking at his phone screen before looking at me again. “We’re not done having this conversation.” He warns me before they leave us.

When the door clicks shut, Wanda smacks me in the arm. “Hello!” She huffs quietly at me. “Hi.” I smack her back. “Close call don’t you think?” She thrust a hand at the door.

With a sigh I drop to the carpeted floor, rolling on to my back.

She slowly gathers her dark red hair up, snapping a hair tie around it in a perfect messy bun. She stands up, heading for her walk in closet.

“Something,” I swallow staring up at her ceiling “something happened, Red.”

Her voice carries back from the closet. “What kind of something?”

“Big.” I breathe.

“Did he try to put in your butt? I knew he was a weird dude. I told you this was a bad idea.” She huffs coming back towards me. I laugh softly as a pair of black sweats hit my chest.

“I wish butt stuff was my biggest problem.” Rolling my eyes as I remove my broken shorts, and wiggle into the sweats without leaving the floor.

“Bitch if you say you’re knocked up, I am pushing you down the stairs.” She warns dropping down on the bench at the end of her bed, near me.

“Wanda!” I lift my head looking up at her.

“It’ll be out of love I swear but you can’t have his baby!” She turns her hands up, shaking her head at me.

“I am not pregnant.” I sigh, dropping my head again.

“Praise the lord.” She mutters.

It falls silent between us for a moment.

“He didn’t.” She whispers softly, the silence speaking to her more than I could with words.

“Yeah.” I swallow, sucking in a deep breathe.

“Before or after? It could have been one to get you to let him get his dick wet.”

I laugh.

“If it was after everyone knows it’s a sex high and not real.” She points out.

Letting out a slow breath.

“Lying in his bed, holding me.” I admit.

Wanda gasps softly. Rolling my head I lock eyes with her.

“Yeah.”

Her eyes wide, hand over her lips.

“Post cuddling?” She wonders, dropping her hand.

Licking my lips, I look back to the ceiling. “I tried to get up after he tugged me back into his bed with him.”

We fall silent.

“That’s not good.” She swallows.

“I’m so fucked.” I groan, rubbing my hands over my face.

“He’s so fucked. Your brother will kill him.” Shaking her head.

She wasn’t wrong.

“My daddy will kill his family.” I groan, rolling over on my stomach burying to face into my hands.

“Girl,” she whips a pillow at me when I don’t reply. Grabbing the pillow I tuck it under my chin.

“Don’t red.” I plead.

“Are you in love with him?” Shock in her voice.

“Ugh!” I groan, lying my head on the pillow, facing her.

“Tell me you didn’t say it back! Tell me you didn’t tell Howie Stark, the son of your father’s biggest nemesis in the game, your brothers rival, that you love him!” She stares at me in utter shock, fear in the depth of her eyes.

Burying my face into the pillow I scream into it.

When I’ve finished Wanda sighs loudly.

“Fucking West Side Story eat your heart out.” She laughs softly.

I hate her but I laugh with her.

“Nothing about this is funny.” Sigh, looking over at her.

“John’s going to kill you.” She swallows. Letting out a shaky breath I nod.

“I know.”

Climbing the last few steps, the house is mostly dark. My father likely not home, and my brother doing only God could know what and I don’t want to know. Pushing open my bedroom door, I reach for the light on my nightstand. Bathing the room in a soft glow, my head snaps up.

“What the fuck?!” I gasp.

My twin brother sits in my chair, arms folded, completely relaxed, except for the look on his face.

“Baby sister,” he grumbles, looking me over with a cold glare. I swallow hard. “I think we need to talk.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

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spectersgirl · 1 year

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Hi love! I’m not entirely sure how you feel about angst (I’m not the biggest fan of it myself) but I had this idea of Harvey making his usual morally grey decisions and reader getting upset with him about it but with like a super fluffy ending because I need that. ♥️

I do like a bit of angst from time to time, this I can do! I'd love to be able to go more into detail on specifics of cases or what would happen as a punishment but unfortunately, my only legal knowledge comes from the show, sooo this is the best I can do :) I hope you like it!!

Faith in Me

Harvey Specter x Reader

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"Harvey, this is wrong and you know it!"

"Whose side are you on here? I'm doing my job, Y/N. You know as well as I do that Hopkins doesn't deserve to go to jail for this! He's innocent. It's total bullshit! I find this document and this whole thing goes away."

"Whose side am I on?! Harvey of course I'm on your side, I'm your wife! Of course I know he doesn't deserve to go away for this, but this isn't the right way to do it."

"Y/N, I don't have time for this. I know you don't like this and neither do I, but it's what I have to do to win this goddamn thing. It's a bluff, and it's gonna work."

Harvey was defending a long-time client who was accused of corporate fraud. He knew this client wasn't guilty, the accuser had been shady the whole way through, and you believed Harvey but this wasn't sitting right with you. You were terrified of the consequences Harvey's actions could cause.

You now stood from the couch in your and Harvey's shared home, pacing through your living room.

"You're manufacturing evidence! Harvey, what if they find out. Do you understand what that means? What this could do to you? To us?" Tears threatened to fall from your eyes now. You both loved and hated the fact that Harvey was willing to fight to the death for what he believed in. It's what made him an incredible lawyer, and an incredible protector as your husband, but it scared the shit out of you when he was willing to cross lines and commit crimes to get what he needed.

He didn't respond. He only sat, watching you carefully, deciding what to say next.

Harvey knew from the first case he'd taken after you joined the firm how you felt about his grey areas and the lines he crossed, and until he met you he never thought twice about doing it. He absolutely hated disappointing you, but he hated losing cases, too. He knew his client deserved to win, but he had to cut a deal to keep this guy out of jail, and he knew the only way to get one was to 'find' this document.

When he finally spoke, he was quieter.

"You know I know what could happen. I'm telling you it won't. I need to do what I do. Please, just have faith in me." His voice wavered, and that was all it took for you to break down. Tears streamed down your cheeks and burned in your throat as you spoke.

"Harvey, I will always have faith in you, I love you. I always will. But I couldn't live with myself if I didn't at least try to talk you out of this and something happened to you because nobody else had the nerve to tell you that this is a bad idea."

Harvey stood now. He held out as long as get could, but he couldn't handle seeing you like that any longer. He pulled you into his arms and rubbed your back soothingly.

"I know this is hard for you. I'm sorry. It's gonna be okay." He whispered, kissing the top of your head.

"Promise me." You said quietly.

He pulled back, taking you at arm's length and looking deep into your eyes.

"Y/N, I promise. And you know I don't make promises I can't keep."

"Okay. Then if this is what you have to do, I'm behind you."

He searches your face for any signs of hesitation and for the first time tonight, since he told you his plan, he didn't find one.

"You trust me?" He asked earnestly.

"If I didn't trust you, I wouldn't have married you." you replied, a small smile appearing on your face.

It was Harvey's turn to smile now.

"Thank you." he whispered, wiping the tears from your face and leaning down to kiss you.

The kiss was full of relief. He felt lighter than he had all day. Not because he'd won the argument, but that he still had your faith in him.

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callsigns-haze · 9 months

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Pretty like a crime

Chapter 3

Pairing: Agent Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Singlemom! Agent Y/n 'Cobra' Y/l/n

Word count: 4.3k

A/n: This is the second post to my new series so please be nice! I'm going to try to make this into a series so please show this story a bit of love and reblog!

Summary: Cobra is finally back on the agency and is finally back in the job. With Kai at home she has to jumble being a mother and a agent. She's sent to her first U.C mission but never thought that she would meet a blonde, green eyed Texan...

Warning: Mentions of gun use, ptsd, mentions of death, mentions of shooting, flirting, mentions of abuse, description of dead body, death, blood

Part 1/ Part 2

The gun was hidden well. Okay maybe not in the best place but nobody would find it. A lot may say that taking a gun to your guardians house is being mentally ill but it's a promise you were not going to break.

You were living the week and a half with Tom and Sarah has been a whole different experience than living with your dad. The Kazansky house was marvelous. It was one of those posh houses at the end of a rich street, near the ocean. It was three storeys tall with a very tall attic and consists of around 6 maybe even 7 bedrooms. The thing that caught your eye from the second you entered was the great staircase. It was like one from Hollywood movies. The one with gold lined railings and spiraled edges. This life was a luxury compared to the way you were raised. You and your dad lived in a one storey bungalow with three bedrooms and a porch so you could easily say that this was a quite opposite way of life.

Adjusting to living here was hard though, especially with the new surroundings. Your new bedroom was, well, not fit for a young girl. It was one of those green flower designed rooms that was meant to be a guest room but you'll be taking it from now on forward. Sarah has told you that soon after new years she'll take you shopping and picking out new furniture and designs. She was so nice to you and tried to lighten your mood in any way possible from this miserable turn of events.

You were now sitting on the great bed in your room. This was even a new experience for you. At your dad's house you had a single bed with a soft back headboard that was made slightly into a closet bed. And even your dad's bed wasn't this big. Sitting in silence, you were staring into space, a way of escaping reality that was the biggest mess upon you. You say there with your knees rolled into your chest, slightly rocking back and forth. You weren't even thinking about anything, your mind was blank but still contemplating life.

"Y/n, honey, dinner is ready!" Sarah called you down from the bottom of the staircase. You slowly got up and sighed. You enjoyed dinners with your new guardians but you just wanted to be alone.

"So, did you start reading the book I brought you?" Tom, asks not in a pushing or angry way but as a conversation starter in the silence that was only broken by cutlery clatter. "I finished it," you answer, swirling your fork over your plate, not having quite the appetite. "600 pages already?!" Tom says rather shocked that the book he gave you the previous night, which took him weeks to read was already completed by the young girl at the other side of the table.

"You must really enjoy reading," Sarah smiled, trying to learn something new about you so your conversation wouldn't be bland and clueless. She wanted to know about you, other than what she knew from your dad before he died. She wanted to know the true you. "My mother taught me," you say and silence falls again. Your mother was a topic that was nearly never allowed to be mentioned at the table when you were with your father. A part of him blamed her for being irresponsible and not thinking about her family and became a druggie like the ones she fought against.

"I'm sorry, I know that the topic is not allowed at the table," you murmur the apology and Tom and Sarah both give you a very confused look. "Honey, you know you're able to talk to us about anything," Sarah says, calmly setting her glass of water down as she looks at you. "I know it's probably hard to trust us but now we're family and we care for you."

You didn't look up from your plate. It was filled with food that if someone offered it to you weeks back it would be already gone but now you stare at the meal that was barely touched. You take a sip of your water and swirl the water around slightly to see the light water waves forming in the glass. "Honey, me and Tom wanted to talk to you about something," Sarah broke the awful silence again and you slightly raise your gaze from your plate and look up at her. "Me and Tom annually host a new year's eve party with a bunch of friends but we thought of stopping."

"Please, don't stop it because of me," you say as your eyes tear up. You didn't even know why you wanted to cry over this but you could slightly sense why. The two of them have done so much to fulfil the gap of the guardian role in your life for the last week and now they are willing to cancel their annual plan for you. Your dad has mentioned Tom and Sarah's parties, apparently they are flooded with people from all around and one of the biggest year events.

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"Y/n-" "Please don't cancel it because of me," you repeat again as tears start spilling from your eyes due to the stress. You didn't know how to handle emotions anymore and this was one of the examples of what happens. "Oh, Y/n." Sarah sighed and quickly got up from her chair and ran over to kneel in front of you. You wipe your tear filled eyes with the sleeve of your sweater as she lifts your chin up. She wraps her arms around you as Tom has made his way to the two of you and rubbed your back, up and down. "You're safe now, nobody will hurt you."

"Good morning Cob," Jake has made you a quite unique nickname for you ever since the two of you have started working together. You believed it was for the tease, as a joke to annoy you in the morning of his entering as if him coming in wasn't annoying enough sometimes. As always he flashes that smile, that could go on for miles and leans over your shoulder as you answer his welcoming. "Mornin' Bagman," you say, spinning a 180° on the black, spiny work chair. He smirks but shakes his head in a slight disagreement.

"Oh trust me, it's not bagman right now because marvelously, how should I quote it, I left my cozy, secure apartment earlier than usual into this cold, cruel world and took my amazing truck to get you the coffee you love," he says handing you over a ice latte with cold foam and vanilla. "Have I told you, I love you," you say jokingly but something inside of him didn't want it to be a joke, he wanted you to feel the same strong emotions he feels for you, something he's never felt before but he decides to hide it and get back to work business.

"So, we're just driving today?" Jake asked as you looked over the work papers you were handed. Most work for now was driving and listening to the radio for any problems, distress or accidents but it was quite a full schedule anyway. "Yeah, there's no proper assignment just to look out," you say, scanning your eye over the papers again.

You've been working with Jake for around three weeks now and the two of you work quite well together. You can match each other's intensity and character without breaking a sweat and have the same dedications in work so like they say a match made in heaven.

"Come on Cob, let's get this show on the road," the blonde smirks and you just smile out of his enthusiasm. This may be a long day but definitely not boring.

"Y/n, change to channel 7," Jake says, not demandingly but quite in a question way, requesting you to change the comms channel to see if there is any action going on. You just simply nod and turn the knob until the seventh channel turns on. And yet again silence. "I swear the communicator has never been this quiet," Jake sighs as the two of you have just been driving endlessly for the past two hours without any call or acquiree. "Yeah," you say, quite not taking in anything that Jake has been saying as you are way more interested in the case you were reading about on your phone.

Your in-tell has been telling you'd about details of a drug operation that may happen and you got the files sent to you a couple of seconds before. "What ya reading," Jake inquires as he makes a right turn into a carpark. "Just some files," you say quickly looking over the files for useful information. You see right now every case has been quite quiet. Nothing too big and exciting, somehow everything around the place just stayed calm. No big schemes or murders. No big plans, just a bunch of possibilities but no for sure facts. You sigh as the files don't get you far and put your phone down.

Jake slowly parks the car and sets it into parking mode, he turns to you and says, "How's Kai?" Jake says as a conversation starter. Him and Kai haven't seen each other since the time at the park three weeks back but Kai has been asking about Alfie ever since. The kid loves the dog and you've been telling Jake that Kai has been constantly asking about Alfie and ever since then Jake asks about Kai. "He's okay, quite happy since his Granddad bought him some toys yesterday so he's been kept entertained," you smile, thinking of the night back when Kai was introducing his new teddies to the older ones so 'They could meet each other and welcome the newbies into the family.' "Good, it's great that the kiddo is happy," Jake smiled at you. You never knew that this would affect you in such a way but it did. Jake asked about your son with barely any knowledge of him and already feeling like it was his responsibility to check up on him every once in a while.

"Yeah, it is," you murmur under your breath as the two of you are called my Mav through the radio to respond. 'Hangman, Cobra, call in,' Mav's voice echoes from the radio across the whole car. Jake picks up the communicator and answers the call in. "Hangman here, what you need sir," Jake responds, reversing out of the parking space while looking over his shoulder to make sure he wouldn't crash into a car behind him and finally drives forward. 'There has been a murder in downtown beside the old factories. We think it may have to do with your guys last case. Could you two go over there?' Mav requests more than asking. This may be involved in the undercover case you were on, where you first encountered Jake. You look at him as he passes the communicator to you and you answer Maverick, "Me and Hangman are on it."

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You two get out of the car to see that the area is blocked off by police tap, officers and police cars. The media has already arrived but has been pushed back by the officers as they are getting threatened about filming crime evidence and are looking like they're about to leave the opportunity of the front cover alone.

You and Hangman hold out your agent badges to the cop that is in charge to not let people through the tap and point you guys towards an officer that could inform you about the murder situation. If this really had anything to do with the undercover job you had, this had to be big. The guy was one of the biggest ghost guns and drug dealers in existence and was so good at it nobody had the guts or well enough evidence to get him locked up for good.

"This is my partner Agent Y/l/n and I'm Agent Seresin. Our team officer has informed you of us coming to investigate," Jake says, shaking hands with the officer in command of the scene as you look around the surroundings. It was a perfect place to sell drugs. A closed off alleyway, no cameras in sight, big bins to hide evidence or cash and there were no good lights so getting away was quite easier than in pure light.

"Ahh yes, I was called about the two of you joining us. I'm guessing you two want to see the body," the office says leading the two of you to the body. You had no clue how this had anything to do with the mighty drug dealer but it's worth a shot to see. You finally reach the body and it's a man in his 30's, lying on his stomach looking like he was pushed off the roof. Cruel death, to fall from a 5 storey building and then collide with the ground destroying every part of your insides.

"So he died from the fall?" Jake asked but you were already looking around at the body and have a different theory. "It looks like he was chained and choked to death, there's also a lot of little stab wounds around his legs so the fall may have just been a disguise." You answer before the leading officer even could open his mouth. You were good at these things, Iceman has told you all about how to determine a murder. Growing up with him, you were taught a hundred different things from other agents which gave you a severe advantage. You knew more about your job than some division commanders and that was in a society filled by men.

"We didn't notice that on the pictures. The death will be determined by an autopsy," the officer just answered in shock and Jake just smirked at you. You were something different, your beauty, kindness and ability is something he's never experienced and somehow he wants it. He wants you. "Can we flip the body to see the front," you asks slipping on latex gloves, and already squatting down beside the body looking up at the officer. "I guess so, the pictures have been already taken so you guys have time till the autopsy group arrives," answered the officer as you hold your arm upwards, handing Jake a pair of gloves, which he slips on those muscular arms that slightly flex from under the shirt he's wearing and he joins you by lowering himself down.

"On three," Jake says and you nod. "One… Two…. Three!" The two of you flip the corpse onto it's back and it's not a pretty scene or action. From the great fall heights every organ or bone has been crushed so while pushing him over it felt like moving some liquid inside a skin container. And the body's front is completely demolished. Face squashed against the pavement, leaving his face flat like a pancake, his limbs demolished in every different way and his stomach from underneath the shirt that he wears , covered in blood, has a great stab wound.

But that's not what your looking for. Your looking for a tattoo that should be placed somewhere upon his body. A sign that he belongs to the drug organization. You stare a bit at the squashed face and quickly come to recognize it. This was the guy who helped A* leave the building as quickly as he entered at your undercover mission.

"Cobra, I got it," Jake says slightly lifting up the victims shirt, to reveal the tattooed sign upon the man's lower stomach. You quickly rotate to Jake's position and take out your phone to take a picture. You send it to Maverick to show that he was right it was involved in the drug case and you get up and slip the latex gloves off.

"You know what this means, huh," Jake says as you sigh as the two of you start leaving the scene. "Jake, this means one of us will have to go fully undercover, no wires or anything, for weeks maybe even months or years," you say already feeling tears come to your eyes even though no proper decision has been made yet. The thought of having to leave Kai for so long crushed you. You'd miss everything, every little significant moment gone and you just couldn't do that. It would crushed you if you did.

Jake saw the tears come to your eyes and sighs. He doesn't want to see you cry. He has developed some kind of feelings for you and seeing tears come upon your face awoken some protective feeling in him. "Come'ere Y/N," he says pulling you into his chest and wraps his arms around you. The smell of his cologne tingled your senses. You breathe in the smell, that to you somehow became soothing, something you'd fall asleep to. Something for Jake has awoken in you at this very moment but you don't know what. "You're safe Cobra and so is Kai. And even if you end up undercover, I'm not letting you go alone. I'm not gonna let anything happen to you," those words leave his lips calmly but passionately, like if he made a deal with God that nothing will happen to you while he's by your side and the thing that has awoken something more in you is the way he gently kissed the top of your head. Why was he like this to you?

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"I'm home!" You call out through your apartment waiting for an answer from Tamara or Kai. "Mommy!" Kai squeals in happiness running to the door, where you have already extended your arms downwards and lift Kai up into a hug. His little chubby arms wrap around your neck and he rests his head on your shoulder. You re-hoist him up on your hip and smile at Tamara whose got up from the couch.

"Was he good?" You asks putting Kai back down but he still holds onto your leg, hugging it. "He was an angel, like always." She says smiling as she gathers her things from the counter and you take out your purse to hand her over money for minding your son. You pull out the notes and hand her a lot more then usual.

"I can't take this," she replies, as she looks at the extra notes. "You can, you've done so much. Now go, enjoy your day!" She asks you again if you're sure about paying her extra and you don't change your answers and for the laugh shoo her out the door. Once you close the door you look to your little boy who has already ran over to his toys.

"Come mommy!" He squeals in excitement that his mom can play with him since you arrived home earlier than usual. Jake told you he'll finish the paperwork himself and that you should head home to Kai. That again made you feel a strong feeling inside. "Mommy!" Kai called out again desperately, as you snapped out of your thoughts. "I'm coming, I'm coming!" You say plopping down beside him on the gray carpet and look at the new teddies Kai received from Tom. The were the ones he mentioned to his grandad a while back and Iceman remembered every single one of them and bought them for your little boy.

"Mommy I made names," Kai says to you pointing to his new plushies. Kai is one of the things that rock your world. Without him, you'd be nothing but yet he was so innocent for his age. To him the world was a fantasy of some sort of dream and you want to protect him from all the evils and nightmares. "Wow bubs, can I know their names?" You ask him, crossing your legs making a little gap for Kai to sit in. The young boy goes to sit on your lap in the gap you made for him. Kai, introduces you to every of his new teddies, tells you about their dreams in their little land and the meaning behind their names. He holds up a golden dog teddy and happily says, "I named him Alfie, like from the park!"

He really is the little boy who rocks your world and that he's decided to name his teddy after Jake's dog did mean something to you. It was a cute gesture and Kai was in the middle of his story how that his new plush Alfie is a prince of pup land and that him and Tamara have been told the secret of why he came to San Diego. Of course Kai led you into this puppy secret and you couldn't help but smile. Your thoughts break again as Kai asks you a question, "Mommy are you happy to be home?" Pure, pure innocence is what the kid is made from and you loved it. "Bubs, there's no place I'd rather be."

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Your dad was amazing at books that had a murder mystery. He read so many and was so well informed about all cases and difficulties in crimes. It was his job so obviously he was trying his best to be a expert. He set you up fake crime case files so you could test yourself and push your own limits. He allowed you to solve one mystery file a month. And it was quite ironic since he made enough files to last you till your eighteen.

You found a quite place in the huge house, a place for yourself. It was an empty study room that was quite and looked like a place of peace. All the file and clues were spread around you on the floor in a circle. Each clue aligned in order of appearance and each sign in the right direction. The case was a weird one, something you've never came across before. It was about a gun that was used in a crime on your victim, 'Kristy'. Apparently through the bullet scan and origin they found out that the bullet was shot from a gun that was used in previous murders but only was brought back to action every 10 years.

It didn't add up, there was seven murders committed in the same way but nobody could manage to do this for seventy years. You didn't get it, how could someone pass down a legacy of killings, a legacy of shootings and murder. Now that was out of hand, something no normal person would try to do.

"Whatcha up to, kiddo?" You turn around to find Iceman leaning against the tall, wooden, carved frame of the door. He take a few short strides and sits down beside you in the carpeted floor. "Where did you get this?" Tom inquired in shock, these kind of files are used to train commanding agents and a little eleven year old girl was on a path to solve it. "My dad made some files for me," you say shifting around more paper as if seeing the page from a different angle would solve the answer.

"Would you mind if I helped you?" He asked smiling, running one of his hands through your light, long brown locks. "Are you sure you don't need to be anywhere else or maybe want to spend time resting?" "Y/n, there's no place I rather be.'

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"What do you want for dinner bubs?" You asks the little boy as he is deeply embraced in the midnight garden playing on the TV. Like always the two of you have a routine; a quick bath, he watches one episode and you make food and the two of you eat dinner whole watching the other, after that a quick brush of teeth and straight to bed with the teddy family that you swear take up more space in the bed than the poor boy. "Mac and cheese with toastie!" He calls out excitedly as you pull out the ingredients to quickly make some Mac and cheese.

You grab some bread and cut it into equal slices, delicately to not make any holes or gaps in it; spreading some garlic onto each slice of cut bread with some new fresh butter, as you insert the pan into the oven. You mix the pot that contains the Mac and cheese and look back over to Kai but this time you can't fully see the little head full of brown locks of hair. You walk back over to the couch to see the little boy fast asleep against the arm of the sofa. You don't have the heart to wake him up, no one would; he just looked to peaceful and cute in his sleep.

You quickly and quietly shuffle back to the stove, turning everything off to not risk a fire and walk back to Kai to lift him delicately of the couch. He lightly stirred in his sleep but doesn't wake. You slip into his little bedroom and place Kai in his big boy bed that is currently covered in blankets and pillows, obviously with teddies everywhere. You lay Kai down, covering him with his weighted blanket and duvet, kissing him on the forehead. You run your hand through the curly brown locks and get up to head toward the door. You quietly and slowly close the door getting one last glance at the little boy and shut the door.

As you were about to slowly head towards the small apartment kitchen, your phone violently vibrates in the back pocket of your pants. You slip the phone out of the embroidery back jean pocket and unlock the device with the four numbered code to find Jake's message shining up at you in misery.

Jake: Sorry about texting so late but mav just spoke to me, he's deciding the undercover agent tomorrow morning at the role call…

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nothorses · 2 years

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as i understand you and your friends have a habit of taking what can be called the "ben shapiro argument method" (taking what someone says and misconstruing it enough that they have no way to respond without looking bad, even though it has nothing to do with what was originally stated, nor does the opposer raise any real points), i have decided to present this as a nice, clear, and concise numbered list, so i hope you can respond in a way that makes sense for once! :) 1. it was not private, that person posted it on a publicly available blog, the person in question chose to make this public 2. huge difference between what you're describing and FANTASIZING about that and "corrective rape" for transgender women and cisgender lesbians as well, which is what happened 3. i never said i disagreed that trans people should come together against transphobia, i said that the word "transunitism" sounds fascist, because it does 4. unlike the person in question, i am anonymous, i am choosing to stay private, you have no right to know what i do or do not enjoy. hell, you don't even know if i am an adult, and making a leap like that is a really dangerous thing you should reassess, because if this keeps coming up, as it has proven to, and people keep saying this, as they have been proven to. you will inevitably land yourself in deep shit.

sure, let's play.

it was a (password-protected, afaik) kink roleplay blog marked NSFW and restricted to adults. that's not the same as consent, for anything. it is especially not consent to spread shit around to random individuals who also, like, do not want to fucking hear about it (as I do not) (that's also sexual harassment btw. if you even care).

what I am describing is literally what happened. what I am telling you is a. not contradicted by anything he has said elsewhere, and b. what he told me. at minimum, you should not be making the assumption or claim that the kink is his without iron-clad proof, regardless of whether or not you believe me that it was someone else's.

literally do you hear yourself.

you are saying that you believe the only difference between situations where it is or is not okay to judge a person by their kinks, spread them around to strangers, and encourage harassment against them-- is whether that information has been made available to you (even if this was not consensual).

buddy. hey.

I don't want to know about your fucking kinks, you absolute buffoon.

these tags?

blatant sarcasm. I am mocking you, because your logic is all the way unhinged.

it would be literally horrific if everyone was expected or required to publicly state their every sexual interest, fantasy, kink, thought, or act so that the entire rest of the world could judge their morality and determine how worthy of harassment they were based on fucking Thought Crime.

but your argument hinges on the assumption that everyone should know about the sexual roleplay this guy did at the request of his transfem partner a few years ago, because it makes him dangerous that he has this kink (even though he doesn't actually have this kink).

so here's my question:

how do we know you don't have these kinks? how can we be sure you're not just hiding them? anon, you could be the biggest rape fetishist in the world for all anyone else knows! you are literally anonymous- who's to say you don't have a sex roleplay blog where you act out even more scandalous and non-normative sexual fantasies? I certainly don't have any way to know!

if the only thing that makes you a "good person" here is that nobody knows about your kinks (yet), then this truly has nothing to do with the kinks themselves.

I don't want to fucking know your kinks, anon. I also didn't want to know his. I don't fucking care, I did not consent to any of this, and neither did he. both of us, and many others, have asked explicitly and for years now for this to please, please stop.

and yet here you are.

#harassment #you are responding to weeks-old posts prompted by MORE anon hate i did not want to receive.#fuck!!! off!!!!

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scaredofbrits · 2 years

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Graduation

william afton x reader

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warnings; smut ,, not gonna proof read this <3

A/N; THANK YOUUUU FOR 100 FOLOOOWEERESSSS!!!!!!!

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a big crowd was circled around micheal, awaiting his important statement. you held a cup filled with ice cold water, excited for him. you looked over at his father, blushing from his sudden smirk. but you shook off the feeling.

“so.. uhm-.. the announcement.” micheal stuttered. he looked over at you with worried eyes, making you grip the cup tighter. “i-.. i love y/n.” he softly spoke, but loud enough for the crowd to hear. your breathing rushed to a stop as everyone stared at you. even his father.

you rushed inside the house, snatching your bag off of the kitchen counter. micheal was going through a lot, his sister missing, his brother dead. but being heartbroken? by you? his bestfriend for life? your emotions were jumping at you, grabbing your poor heart.

you reached for the door knob, rattling it quickly. “where you going, love?” a voice spoke behind you. you turned around, making eye contact with mr. afton. “i’m .. leaving ..” you said, crossing your hand over the other. “not the news you wanted to hear, hm?”

you scoffed, “yeah. well, not in front of so much people.” he slowly walked up to you, lifting your bag off your shoulder. he placed it on a coat hanger, “i told him not to. he never listens.”

you looked mr. afton in the eyes, yours filled with love. his filled with some desire. he slowly rubbed your arm, his warm touch making you feel safe. “i wish he did listen. now he’s heartbroken. again.” you looked at the way he caressed your arm.

he frowned, “hun, you’re not in the wrong. not liking him isn’t a crime.” he moved your loose hairs out of your face. “he doesn’t deserve a pretty girl like you.” he breathed in, “nobody does. except for me.”

you could feel the blush leaving a little tint on your face. he kissed your forehead, “i’ll make you wanna stay, sweetheart.” you felt yourself stumble a little, ‘the sight of micheal’s father flirting with me must be terrible.’ you thought, but didn’t care at the same time.

he kissed the back of your hand softly. “mr. afton.. i really shouldn’t..” you hesitated to say. “awh, why’s that? aren’t i the man you’d like? i see the way you stare at me.” he admitted.

you saw a little grin form on his face, what a flirt. he placed his large hands on your waist, pulling you closer to him. you wrapped your arms around his neck and looked up at him. the both of you looked into eachother’s eyes, and he picked you up with one swoop.

he walked into his room, still carrying you. “do you really have to take me like this? kind of embarrassing.” you said, looking at his reaction. it was a ‘i don’t care’ type of reaction. all you got was an eye roll, then you were on his bed.

you looked up at him, and he looked down at you. “so nice getting to see you under me like this.” he chuckled, tracing his finger along your clothed breasts. he placed gentle kisses along your neck. adoring your little gasps.

you ran your soft fingers through his hair as he continued to love on you, letting the biggest smile fade onto your face. “i love you.” you whispered. he scoffed, “i love you too.”

he slid his fingers under your shirt, tugging at it. he yanked it down within a few seconds, he stared at your bra, then stopped kissing your neck. “a lingerie? what’d you plan on doing, sweetheart?”

your whole face flushed pink, for some reason he seemed very mad. so mad you just had to spill out the truth, “i was gonna have sex with micheal.” and that was the truth. you really did love micheal, just because you ran away doesn’t mean that he isn’t your love.

you were gonna help him celebrate by letting him touch you wherever he wanted, but now his dad was doing that. william let out a scoff, “as a present?” you looked up into his eyes, then nodded. he slowly pulled the straps of your bra down, “you were gonna fuck my son.”

all of a sudden, the guilt started to hit you. “i-i’m so sorry mr. afton.” you tried to get up, but he kept you pinned down on the bed. he fully took off your top, then started playing with your nipples. “sorry for what? you’ll be doing micheal a favor, no girl will ever love him like you.”

the man started to suck on your nipple, making cute little cries come out of your mouth. you ran your fingers through his hair, “m-..mr aft- hah..” he chuckled at your attempt to speak, so sensitive from something so little. he let out little ‘mm’ sounds as he continued to enjoy your taste.

he stopped sucking and landed soft kisses around your neck, “im gonna make you mine.”

he took your hands and led them to his belt, signaling you to take it off him. so you fiddled around with it, startled from the loud sound it made once it hit the floor. “good girl. i’ll do the rest, now.”

he tore off all his other clothing and watched you stare at his more than average sized, swollen cock. he took it into his hands and slowly stroked it. small little sounds came out of his mouth, and you were shocked that he wasn’t embarrassed.

“..fuck.. ‘s this a nice show?” he smirked slightly, then continued letting out his pretty little groans. you bit your lip and a grin formed upon your face. “pick up the pace, i wanna see your cum all over my stomach.”

instantly he was beating his cock faster and throwing his head back. you stared at his large hands work on himself, “jussst like that..” mr afton let out more whimpers from the way the words spilled out of your mouth, almost as if he was listening to a very charming poem.

those words made him even more dedicated to coming undone all over your body. the pretty little body that he could easily tear apart if he wanted to. you snapped him out of thought as you quickly demanded him to go faster, needing him to hurry up.

you wanted that cock in you so bad, to feel it stretch you out so painfully but so nicely. and he wanted that for you too, he wanted to see your tears collapse down your face. he needed to feel your insides wrapped around his cock.

he didn’t care if his son was in love with you so very much, because right now he was looking at your gorgeous features as he thrusted his penis into his own fist. every beautiful curve on your body just had him one second closer to cumming all over you.

as william continued to jerk off, you slipped off your pants and underwear. revealing your wet pussy, so wet that it managed to shine. “..mmh.. such a tease..” he mumbled, then felt his cock starting to twitch.

“.. yeaaahh,, i’m gonna cum all over you. ‘s that okay mommy? hm?” he asked politely, puppy dog eyes in the mix. you slowly nodded your head, watching his cock let out that oh so good release.

william let out a weak groan as his semen dripped in a puddle on your stomach. you stared at it for a moment, letting the fact that micheal’s father just came on you sink in. he leaned over on top of you and slowly caressed your soft face with his thumb. “dont overthink it, sweetheart.~”

you looked up into his eyes so sweetly, almost as if you weren’t just making him aroused with your dirty comments. he slowly rubbed your pussy with the tip of his cock, groaning from your juices sticking onto him. “yesss..” he groaned, mind filled with how much he wants to pick you up and pound into you.

“l-love.. will you milk.. hah~ .. me dryy?” he exaggerated, trying to sound extra sweet n’ desperate for you. william never was like this, especially with his ex wife. nobody could beat the way you looked. so young and beautiful, perfect body, curves everywhere where they should be. not some wrinkly old bag.

“slide it in for me.. i wanna feel you already.” you sighed, gently grabbing his cock and slowly pushing it into yourself. you could already feel the long and thickness of him, and god did it feel so fucking good. you looked up into his face, messy hair hanging down, big strong body, amazing jawline. and the best part? the wild look in his eyes.

he thrusted his whole cock into you and your body vibrated. the sudden feeling of maybe 8 inches being put into you all at once, this man. he held your waist tightly, “ima fuck you good now, ‘k? tell me if it’s too much.” he grinned, taking a long deep breath of air. the way you were already nice and tight around him drove him crazy.

he grabbed your right leg and put it over his shoulder and adjusted himself so he was riiightt in front of you. however, your leg instantly collapsed back onto the bed when he pounded into you. his hard blows and groans mixed with your shaky moans being cut off by heavy breathing. “can already feel you gettin’ used to me like this.. yeaaahh.. used to me being all— fuck!” he yelled through gritted teeth.

you threw your arms behind your head and hoping you weren’t being too loud. he slammed himself into you, each thrust filled with more and more aggression. meanwhile you took all the blows so nicely, so perfectly, so well. his good girl being so slutty for him, and only him. he grabbed onto one of your nipples and fiddled around with it. you placed your palm over his hand and fulfilled all his desires with your lustful eye contact.

he was quick to put his hands on your shoulders and pound into you harder, making the bed creak even louder than before. it was obvious that the poor bed wouldn’t last long. his cock stretched you out and fuck it hurt. tears carressed your soft skin and he went down to start working on your neck.

he muttered some things while sucking on your neck, eager to see the bruises on you tomorrow. you could feel your edge reaching you ever so quickly, but not being able to express that in words from all the pain and goodness. “i can feel it ,, d-dear.. mm i can feel the tightness..” william groaned, then covered your mouth with his large palm.

“h-how ‘bout we cum together, yeah?” he said, slowing the pace by only a bit. you nodded your head quickly.. you needed this man to cum inside of you. “from three, ‘k-..kay?” the desprate man rested his head in your neck, breathing heavy from your good feeling.

“3..” he gasped, taking many quick inhales of air. your saliva began to drip onto his hand as the time went on.

“2..” you could only tell yourself that it was only a second more. but how? how could you possibly keep down the feeling of impatience. “yesss.. my good girl.. holding it in for me..”

“1.” and just like that you both collapsed and took many strong huffs of some ounce of air. you two were so weak it hurt to breathe.

he grabbed your waist and pulled you in, taking your soft hair into a gentle grasp. “you did so well, dear.” you sat your head on his chest.

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end ! ❤️

sorryz for being late as fuck 😭.. did my lack of effort show at the end?

#x y/n #fanfic #x reader #fnaf x reader #smut #william afton #william afton x reader #william afton x you

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To me the biggest takeaway from s2e6 regarding kong is that he essentially always just does as he is told. when ppl tell him to play fair, he plays fair, when ppl tell him to go back to playing aggressive, he plays aggressive. with pretty little pushback either way. he is especially obedient to marlon, which makes sense considering he is the person who dragged him into playing for the bunch in the first place, but it's really interesting to me, because it also casts kong's participation in the sieger's bullying in a slightly new light. Obviously it doesn't absolve him from his crimes, but i hc that michi always comes up with the plans and the others execute them without questioning because that's just how it goes. Classic henchmen. (I also wonder what the consequences of saying 'no' would be.)

that is also the juiciest part about the marlkong dynamic imo: marlon has spent years of his life being exposed to the short temper of his little brother that seemingly nobody is able to get a proper hold on, and now there is this guy who is also short tempered and aggressive but he actually listens to you and does what you tell him. Must be an insane power high. They have to potential to be really toxic about it, but in a fun way. and i just think marlon deserves to betray leon a bit (and have a scary boyfriend who would kill for him). as a treat.

I said in my shipping opinion bingo that I know how to make them so stupid but now I know how to make them so FUCKED UP

#dwk animated series #die wilden kerle animated series #dwk marlon #dwk kong #dwk marlkong #marlkong

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infamousbrad · 10 months

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you see me now, a veteran of a thousand shipping wars

So I just saw the Variety interview with Rebecca Sugar about the 10th anniversary of the first episode of Steven Universe, and I have Big Damned Feelings about something in it. Things that I should know better than to say in public. Old battles that never ended in anything but the shakiest of armistices. Things we all coalesced into an unspoken agreement to never speak of again, but, being me, I can't help myself, I gotta vent. About the second time that Steven Universe fandom made ourselves look monstrous, one of the biggest reasons why other fandoms believe that Steven Universe fans are the worst fans in fandom.

Not only was I right about the Amedot/Lapidot shipwar, I was one of the ONLY people who was right about it. And that doesn't happen often, but I was in a unique place to see it. Because, you see, I am a member of the most hated group in fandom, especially here on Tumblr.

I fucking hate non-canon 'ships. Hate, hate, hate them.

Go ahead, call me a monster.

There are people in this world who, if you hand them a random pile of fashion dolls and/or action figures, are going to make them all kiss and then make them all fuck. It's like that's the only story they know: "now make them kiss!"

And time after time, I'm over here in the outcasts corner muttering to myself, "There is nothing in the canonical source material, nothing in these characters' culture, no authorial conscious or unconscious intent nor in the actors' performances, that suggests that these characters would ever in a million years find each other romantically or sexually attractive, let alone kiss, let alone fuck. There ARE other kinds of relationships, y'know."

In my old age I've long-since learned to let it just roll off of my back like water off a duck, to let them have their disgusting fun, to not let it get to me no matter how much it looks like defacing some artist's beloved work. Not my circus, not my monkeys; let people like what they like.

But.

When we were introduced to Lapis, the very first thing we were told about her was that she had just been released from 5,000 years of solitary confinement in that mirror (for a crime that Pink Diamond framed her for, not that she knew that) and spent some long part of that time in straight-up sensory deprivation with the mirror trapped in Pearl's pearl.

There was no way in hell she was ever going to process enough of that trauma to form any kind of romantic or sexual feelings in just a couple of seasons of a TV show. I found the whole idea that she was going to kiss anyone, fuse with anyone, emotionally repugnant.

Not long after we met Peridot, we found out that she felt deep shame and horror when the Crystal Gems took away her limb-enhancers. We even found out why: she was deep in the Gem Hegemony's propaganda that "off-color," form-non-compliant gems are disgusting abominations. And our Peridot only barely cleared the threshold. Only barely normal enough to have not been straight-up recycled at birth, but still ugly as fuck to a form-compliant peridot. She has known since however many tens of thousands of years ago she was made that nobody was ever going to fuse with her.

So I appreciated the scene where she, in a moment of vulnerability, tried to fuse with Amethyst, the first gem she ever physically touched. And I appreciated even more the instilled shame and self-loathing that wouldn't let her go through with it.

So when Amedot shippers and Lapidot shippers went full on nuclear on every social media platform, like scorched-earth mutually assured destruction nuclear, determined to use coordinated action and maximal nastiness against anyone who advocated for a non-canon ship that contradicted their non-canon ship? I spent that whole time losing my damned mind, and the more people got driven off of social media over this (including, for fucks' sake, one of the show's own writing team, Lauren Zuke!) the more I went from trying to gently change the subject to just full-on fucking hating them both.

Rebecca Sugar has just straight-up said that both the Amedot shippers and the Lapidot shippers were wrong, and her explanation for why they were both wrong is pretty close to my interpretation of the writing and the performances (which, and I know this is part of why I have to vent about this, doesn't happen all that often). So if you fought in the Amedot/Lapidot War? I hope you're suitably ashamed of what you did, and I hope you finally learned better.

Okay, I got that out of my system. How you respond to that is on you. Replies and reblogs are open, but if you hate me for saying this, understand that I don't fucking care what you think.

#steven universe #amedot #lapidot #non canon ships #ship wars

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thesupernaturalhouse · 6 months

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The mroe I think about it the mroe I realize I don't know what exactly I was to do with Adam and the exorcists in the hazbins fallen au

On the one hand, I want to keep it close to canon, on the other hand, I want to show that really nobody is at fault, and it's just a bunch of miscommunication and mistakes

Like, I highly doubt the exorcists had a choice to be exorcists, and it's not like they can just- retire

I just really want to expand on heaven and how it works and is flawed

Cause like I don't think heaven is doing anything out of maliciousness, like, Sera obviously doesn't like doing the exterminations but allows them out of futy and fear of having hell residents destroying heaven and tormenting their victims who amd eit to heaven further

Like, if I was told rapists and murderers were coming to my house, I'd grab a gun to!

The exorcists likely had no choice but to kill, and overtime just, grew into it

Adam.....well, an asshole obviously, but even then, he wouldn't be a real problem if he wasn't put in the position of being the exorcist leader and able to take out his aggression in the dude who stole both his wives. He'd still be a dick but not a threat

Honestly, idk if I want to have him die in the fallen, I feel like there's a lot more that could be done with him. The finale battle is obviously gonna be included I mean- it has to be, but maybe Adam lives in this au

Or, at the very least, comes back as a sinner/fallen angle. That's gonna be difficult to write, though, if I do go with that

Like, I think the biggest reveal in the au is gonna be that heavens rules ARE rigged....but not on purpose, the rules were made when the archangels ruled and it was just left uo to one seraphim to deal with everything

They were written when humanity was starting out, written when they thought humans woukd stay the same- but they don't, they change, they ahve reasons for doing bad things

But the rules are just that, rules. They can't look at someone's past and see that they stole to provide for their family. They just see stole and send them to hell.

The system is rigged, but it's not anybody's fault. It's just a bunch of miscalculations and mistakes

And even though it's not anybodies fault, the actions that have been taken have affected innocent people, intentionally or not, and they need to fix it

So I mean, I'm not sure how ambitious that is of me, but it is what I want to at least TRY to do

I wanna add another more detailed layer rather than just have 'heavens actually bad and hell is actually good'

I mean, maybe the archangels oversaw people's sins and backstorues and stuff and decided where they went, but then they left for some weird reason. Hey, maybe I make them the real villains, and they dip cause the human project wasn't going how they wanted, so I left it to Sera/the rest of heaven and just dipped to go do smth else

Like, nobodies at fault for what your ancestors chose to do. And even then, I mean their angels. They can't really realize their actions caused so much chaos so even then it circles back to no one's really wrong people just fucked uo and made bad mistakes/choices

Cause like, Sera being portrayed as the bad guy rubs me the wrong way nd Emily saying "killing innocent souls" in cnaon also runs me the wrong way. Like, Emily, I love you....but I can guarantee that MOST sinners are not innocent. You might get some who were falsely condemned or have minor crimes and can change, but you also have people like Valentino for fucks sake

Side note I think what she shouldve said was "you are killing, possibly innocent souls" or something similar

I guess the main theme? I wanna go for in my fic/au is 'change' and that people can be wrong without being in the wrong, or being the bad guy

So that is a LONG rant, I honestly didn't mean for it to be this long- it was jsut meant to be like "idk what to do with the murder angles please help me" and turned into a rant.....

Anyways, I'll save the main theme talk for another day

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel au #hazbin hotel lute #hazbin hotel emily #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel sera #hazbin hotel angles #hazbin hotel exorcists #hazbin hotel heaven #hazbins fallen au #rant #headcanons #hazbin hotel rewrite #kinda #i mean. rewrite and aus basically go hand in hand #at least with me they do lol

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Maybe that question was somewhere already, but, how your selfinsert and eggman met? What was the first Impression on each other?

Btw i ship you two because i can name no one who would understand him better than you! :D and im always happy to see you on my dash.

Omg thank you so much, it really means a lot to me that you think so, that's a huge compliment with the effort I put into understanding his character and it makes me so happy that you ship us! I'm glad you enjoy my posts and I hope I can continue to deliver 😊💜

I have a lot of different first meeting scenarios that I like to daydream up and write, so I have multiple first encounter ideas of different times and ways it takes place (like depending around/during what game's events I imagine it taking place for example) so I don't set a single solid timeline or plot in stone overall. All the what ifs are endlessly fun to explore!

But there's always the same basis at least which I've talked about a bit throughout my blog but it's been a while and it could've been told better, so I'll happily share again. I like to make my s/i as accurate to me as possible, so I base it on how I came to love him in real life, biggest difference is I'm in the universe the beautiful man exists in for real!

So here we go:

I lived in a small place with a simple life that I found boring and eventful, I longed for adventure and to see more of the world but didn't have the means nor the confidence to get out there if I could. So instead I'd learn about the outside world, admire it from afar, dream of a more exciting life and just hope that it would somehow come one day.

When I was old enough to understand, I'd hear stories about Eggman and his past crimes and the latest news through my desire to learn about the world. But for as long as I'd been alive, he hadn't targeted the place I lived because it was small and insignificant, and it hadn't been caught in the crosshairs of him targeting anywhere nearby either.

But the things I heard from others with experiences before I was born and stuff he was still doing in the present and how common he was in the news caught my interest. I started keeping track and learning of his terrible crimes and atrocities in the past. I knew I should be horrified and disturbed but instead I was moreso curious and fascinated.

The way he'd seemed to have been everywhere and done everything and made such an impact on the world, as negative as it was, was impressive to me. He was the exact opposite of myself living in the middle of nowhere, never doing anything that interesting in my life, and nobody ever knowing who I was and being an outcast and it pulled me in.

I started collecting news coverage that existed and closely following all new stuff. My favorites were photos and footage, whether photos of him during his schemes or videos from when he'd broadcast himself onto devices while making threats or just to mess with people- which isn't something he'd done on a global scale since I'd been alive.

When exactly this took place and what it specifically entailed varies in my multiple concepts but at some point, I do finally get to see him on TV live when he hijacks it! I know I should be scared, it certainly is startling to see him suddenly pop up, make demands and threats, and talk about a world under his control. I know it's very bad and dangerous.

But I couldn't help but be excited to finally get to see him live and finally feel like a part of what's happening to the rest of the world too after years of just hearing about it! While I don't fully acknowledge and admit it to myself, my heart isn't just racing from fear, it's uncontrollable excitement too and I'm mesmerized watching him do his thing.

There are things I can't help but find fascinating and impressive, admirable even. Such as his theatrics, confidence, and crazy desires. Even though he was terrible, dangerous, egotistical, and greedy with it, he did it in such a unique and fun way. He was entertaining to watch and everything he was capable of was as impressive and exciting as scary.

His determination to keep trying and following his dreams and his enjoyment in his terrible crimes shows passionate devotion. The way he builds robots with awesome crazy designs and theme parks, carnivals, circuses, casinos, etc is so fun and cool despite how malicious it is. It's charming how he'll be himself and follow his dreams no matter what!

While I don't admit it to myself, I find him very handsome too. I subconsciously have a big crush on him and I'm admiring him more by the days. I know he's bad all along but he's so charming and entertaining about it, I can't help but be hooked and he makes me feel dizzy! He lives such a crazy, fun, eventful life and I wish I had that too.

Eventually after the broadcast hijacking, Eggman visits multiple locations and deploys his robots to scour areas for useful resources. I live in a place with lots of land and woodland in universe too and I go there a lot for walks and to just wander around and think and dream of traveling the world far beyond this, since I don't have much else to do.

When walking through the woods I hear the sound of a motor and mechanical noises. I peer through trees and bushes and see a Motobug driving along the grass! It's looking for animals and trying to round them up for Eggman to use because he needs a very big army for his new plan. I'm so delighted to finally see some of his tech in person!

Despite the danger, I get as close as I can for a better look and admire how well designed, creative, and fun it is, and how well made it is with such high quality. It's clear that he's very smart and imaginative and I see it for that instead of just "stupid silly toys" like others do. It's cute for a dangerous killing machine and that's part of the charm to me!

I enjoy it a lot for it being the closest I've ever gotten to him a sense, as it's something that he's created and I've finally been lucky enough to see it in person. And after getting to witness him on TV live too, dreams of mine are coming true. I'm finally a part of something he's doing and it's bringing so much more excitement to my life!

And knowing how unpredictable he is, one can never know what he might do next! And that's thrilling to me, though I should be afraid with the terrible things he's capable of, I'm instead always eager to find out because this is huge, finally being one of the locations on his radar for the first time since I've been alive. I finally get to experience it!

I'm very pleased with that encounter with a robot of his. I don't report it even though I should, I just let it go and do its thing. Nobody else finds out his robots were scouring the area to report on it and I like keeping the secret, knowing something about Eggman the rest of the public doesn't. And I didn't want them ruining it before it's truly began.

At a later date, news breaks that Eggman is attacking the city that I live just on the outskirts of and I'm in disbelief! Before I can even properly hear all the details of the report, for the first time I don't wait to hear every precious detail like I usually do and instead rush out because it could be a once in a lifetime thing and I can't miss this!

I don't even worry about the danger nor not having confidence to go out when there's probably a lot of people despite usually being uncomfortable, I just need to get there and see what's happening, that's all that matters to me. I manage to approach the scene as closely as possible while still keeping distance from the danger and heart of the chaos.

I climb a building and hide behind a tower on the roof and can see there's fire and shooting and explosions in the distance as robots are attacking, the action is gripping and gets my adrenaline up. But what makes my heart race faster is when I hear something in the sky and look up to see the man himself in his Egg Mobile watching it all!

I barely get to see much of his face as his back is to me watching it from a distance himself too, but closer than I am. But I can see enough of him to see that he has a big smile on his face, looking very smug and laughing. Just that and the fact that he's really here has my jaw drop in awe and then smile uncontrollably at his infectious joy!

After standing there watching, I don't expect him to look over his shoulder, he must've been looking for the best area of escape when he was done and he looked into my direction! He actually sees me and just as he notices and perks up in curiosity to why I'm there on my own, I run. He puts it down to me being scared and I didn't look to be enemy forces coming to stop him in my casual wear.

That moment was so small and brief but it stuck with me for weeks after. I keep replaying the sight of him admiring his robots wreaking havoc and the sound of his laughter. It was deeply precious to me to finally get to see him in person and be so close to him, albeit still many feet away but we were really there together in the same place!

I start to imagine how things could've gone differently if I'd stayed. Would he have questioned me? Would he have attacked thinking I was going to try to stop/report him or just for fun and to make sure nobody goes unscathed? I would've found all of those potential scenarios cool! But unfortunately I ran because I felt I had to. Still, I treasure it.

For a while I think that's the last of being lucky enough to get to catch. I mean getting witness a broadcast hijacking, then seeing a robot in person, then the man himself? That's way too much luck! I'm appreciative of what I got to see and will treasure it forever. Things seem quiet for a while after all the chaos and it looks like he's done with the place.

It's been a while since I last went to that certain woodland area for a walk and decide to go again and at night because it's been hot and because I'd like late night peace and privacy in my quiet place. Part of me hopes to see a robot or something even though it's unlikely they'd still be around when he's seemingly done with his work here.

I'm walking, listening to music, entertaining myself with my thoughts to avoid disappointing myself and- suddenly I bump into something and fall back. Never in million years would I ever expect to look up and see none other than Eggman! My glasses fell off when I fell and when I put them on and see him clearly, I still can't believe it!

We both didn't notice each other in the dark, with me looking down and Eggman's shaded glasses making it even harder to see in it. He squints and looks down at me through the darkness and teasingly says "What are you doing out here this late, little boy?" He has a playful approach and smirks because I look stunned and he's amused.

He thinks I might be scared but I'm actually just frozen in awe that he's really right there in the flesh in front of me. I finally pull myself up but still feel stuck in place, unsure of whether I should run or not. I also don't know how to answer his question and just manage to mumble that I was out walking and my breaths sound shaky.

He strokes his chin in wonder with a "hmm". Something about me is familiar. It quickly clicks with him as he connects the dots, not only did he catch me watching during his attack on the city, he also saw me in a Motobug camera when reviewing the footage to see if it saw good land to build on and that's how he knew this was a good place for it.

He points this out to me and says we finally meet at last, then asks if there's any reason he keeps seeing me around. I don't want him to get the wrong idea and think I was trying to spy on him and gather information to try to stop him so despite the shyness, blush in my cheeks, and small smile, I say I'm a big fan and have admired from afar for a while.

He's smart enough to still be wary in case it is a trick but at the same time he can't help but smile at that as he says "I'm pleased that you recognize my brilliance." His confidence and happiness from the ego boost he gets from that is precious to me. There's a funny warm feeling in my chest seeing the pleased grin that slightly tugs at his cheeks.

He's just as handsome in person as the videos and pictures. He has a gleaming white smile, cute big pink nose, and big magnificent fluffy mustache with soft round cheeks hidden behind it. He's so big and tall with his big round belly that looks soft and cuddly, big bear paw sized hands and feet, and long sleek legs. He looks like a big bear of these woods!

He looks stunning and I can't help but admire it. Eggman can certainly tell that my admiration is genuine by the way I look at him as I get lost in his beauty and don't realize how obviously I'm gawking. And there's no way I would've known of the hidden camera in the Motobug but I looked so happy and fascinated while trying to get close to it to admire it.

He can't let me roam around after all that I've seen in the past few encounters of him and his creations. Sure I didn't report it before but he'd rather assure the chances of it happening are zero. So he asks me to come back with him and says that if I enjoy his work so much then I should come serve him. I can't believe my ears and accept immediately!

He's surprised that it was that easy and is used to having to make demands and threats, so he's happy to see such enthusiasm. While I know I should be afraid to go away with such a dangerous infamous man, it would be a dream come true! I'm instantly ready to go away with him and don't need any prep. I get in his Egg Mobile and away we go.

The idea is that I stay with him while he works on the land by the woods that he took an interest in after seeing it in the Motobug footage. It's a good place to find animals for his robots and build a new base as it would be well hidden. I'm useful to keep around because I know when people are unlikely to be around to potentially stumble upon the site.

His first impression of me is that I'm a funny fan of his and that my admiration is pathetically cute and most importantly useful and ego stroking. He finds my eagerness to help him, keep him safe, and make sure he doesn't get caught very valuable for him, and how I become a servant in happily bringing him things he needs whenever he asks.

My feelings on him don't just remain the same as when when I first started to take an interest in him, they get stronger. Getting to know him for real and finding he really is as charming and admirable as I saw him is a delight. And it gets harder for me to escape the fact that I find him very attractive for his strong personality and beauty.

He still keeps a lot of secrets from me he can't have me knowing just in case but getting to learn anything and seeing around his base and his creations is a great joy. Especially when the man himself is proudly showing them off to me. He likes how I share multiple of his interests, love to listen to him talk, and gush over it and praise it all highly.

Eggman was ready to entertain any delusions that made me a fan but is pleased when he finds I know exactly who he is, what he wants, and how terrible he is but specifically admire and support it. I love him as he is, want him to succeed in his selfish goals, and get everything he wants. It feels good to be understood and loved for the real him.

My loyalty and enthusiasm making me useful to him and boosting his ego makes him consider keeping me around for longer, after he was initially planning on letting me go eventually. It would also be best to make sure I never have the chance to tell anyone else about him after going to know him on this level. And I don't want to leave anyway!

I have to keep proving my worth so he knows he made the right choice and that my admiration is real for sure and not just a really convincing agent, though there's no way it could be faked to this degree. Despite his caution we get along well and get closer and he's more certain and likes having me around to serve him and stroke his ego.

Things progress from there and I start faller for him harder and he enjoys having me as his assistant and servant more over time. It eventually leads to point where we first become intimate, when he takes the last step in assuring that I'm definitely not an agent and 100% real in my love for him- by asking for me to kiss him hehe 🥰💜

#asks #dr eggman #eggman #dr robotnik #dr. eggman #self ship #self shipping #self insert #self shipping community #self ship community #oc x canon #dr. ivo robotnik #self insert x canon #my post

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Film Friday: The Snowman

There's just no sugarcoating it, this month has been rough for your dear old friend Peebs. It's mostly my ongoing struggles with mental health and mental healthcare bureaucracy, as well as my specific neurodivergence apparently being atypical. This is all to say that I'm grumpy af, and as such I will see Sucktember 2024 off with writing about two movies that I think are bad. First up is the 2017 cinematic disaster The Snowman.

Now, the Snowman is infamous for being a poorly made film, in part because that by the look of it they didn't get around to filming all of it. Dan Olson has a very good breakdown of that side of it, and as such I won't try to come up with much new to say about that. Yes, entire plot points are obviously created from B-roll and sloppy voiceover, the dubbing of Val Kilmer is strange and unpleasant to the mind, hell, that entire subplot could be cut down to not feature Kilmer at all if they had actually full-assed it, the ending is a fucking enigma, etc etc. What I will be focusing on, however, are just how weird of an adaptation it is. Like even if they got around to filming all of it and assemble it more completely, there would be parts of this movie that is just puzzling, and I want to get into that soft sweet meat a little today.

Ok, I lied. There's one exception. There is one nonsensical editing decision with this movie that I need to talk about and nobody's talking about it. The movie opens with a flashback to the backstory of the murderer, which isn't outrageous as these things go, it's a thing, especially in Scandinavian Crime Fiction. What really gets to me is that after this flashback, we cut to our hero, Harry Hole (pronounced with a long o, get your minds out of the gutter) waking up hungover in a park. Our hero Has Problems, that's not unusual either. However, I would argue, what the movie has told us with this sequence of events is that the Murder Flashback was about Harry, and might even have been a dream/nightmare.

Like this is Film Studies 101 stuff, the Kuleshov effect. The juxtaposition of two cuts convey narrative. If this was how the book started it'd be fine, The Snowman is smack dab in the middle of the Harry Hole series, perhaps the readers, or the narration, is mindful that they're depicting two different characters here. The camera, the all-seeing idiot of the screen, can't imply this kind of thing, and so characters need to show their thoughts and feelings through action. That is not what is happening here. In fairness, though, if the movie had the coverage to actually convey that Mr. Hole has been On The Drink Again, and how this contrasts with his character, that would be fine.

Anyway, let's get back to the weirdness. The first one is probably the biggest one. Why is this movie set in Norway? Like genuinely, why take a British and US cast all the way across the pond to speak English in the streets of Oslo? Yeah, you need snow for the snowmen, so it's not like you can film this on a LA backlot (at least cheaply,) but there are places that have snow over in the US as well, and while the Norwegian State Subsidies of overseas film productions have been pretty juicy lately, surely Canada hasn't been bled dry yet?

Ok, I'm being a cynic about this, but frankly, it's not like the movie makes great use of the setting. There's basically no Norwegian cultural details that moors this thing a bit and makes it feel like there's a story. There's Swedish songs, chiefly Härligt, härligt men farligt, farligt by Björn Skiffs, as well as the Swedish version of the birthday song. Now, in fairness, there is overlap between Swedish and Norwegian culture especially in the eastern part of country. Shame then, I suppose, that this song is sung in Bergen, the very westernmost edge of the country. The concert Hole and his son that isn't his son (but it is his son) goes to is incomprehensible nonsense, I assume by design, but it would've been a great excuse to drag in some local act for some cred. Mais non, I suppose, it's all set dressing for Fassbender to mope around in.

One thing I've noticed that is weird in this is that the movie ends up, mostly by accident, implying that basically all the locations in the movie are like... close to each other. The biggest sinner is the train ride between Oslo and Bergen, which takes between six and a half and seven and a half hours. It's not quite a full day's undertaking, but if you somehow went there and back again in a day, you're probably pretty tired and not, like our friend Harry, slunking around crime scenes like it's the only thing you know how to do.

Another thing that gets to me is how unwilling the city seems to be to show any convincingly scuffy sides of Oslo. Oslo is a reasonably clean city, and the local police's dilligence in herding the transient and narcotic-employing population city from the view of the tourists should be noted if not commended. That said, when Harry falls into a drunken slumber in a location that looks like one of the semi-fancy places downtown, it doesn't exactly sell the believability of it. Round those parts, you would not be left to potentially die from exposure. You'd be roused, and if you weren't willing to get the fuck out of dodge and freeze to death on someone else's property you bet your ASS some very firm-looking security guards would be happy to escort you off the premises. There are places in Oslo that look sufficiently scuffy to really sell the "guy's collapsed, uncertain if he's sleeping, drunk or high as a kite" kind of idea, but it seems nobody gave enough of a shit to find any of them.

Then there is how incongrous the setting seems in time. Beats By Dre product placement places us in the contemporary, but there is one thing that bothers me with it. Through the movie our heroes struggle with this clunky Web 1.0-looking piece of telecom tech that you keep expecting to be important in some way, at least as a weapon of blunt force trauma, but no dice. The villain of the piece thwarts it at one point to allow the requisite fridging of the movie's supporting actress raise the stakes without advancing the plot any. No, this strange piece of over-specialized impractical tech just kind of exists, as some commentary on the Norwegian Technocracy with all the relevance stripped away.

Part of this, I suspect, is Garbage In, Garbage Out. Yeah, making this feel like a story actually set IN Oslo and portraying distances and the general feel of travel in Norway would help a lot, but there is many things it would not fix. It would not fix said fridging where our Cop Lady gets Taken Off The Case For Being Too Close, and then goes on to try to seduce some juicy leads out of a suspect in the case. It's a total dud, as he is just a creep, and the real killer finds her and kills her with the creepy guy none the wiser and no actual progress made. What, this 90s crime thriller written by a man has some janky perspective on the lady characters? You don't say.

While it is not the graves of its sins, the ending of this movie is weird as fuck too. After standing up to his dark mirror The Snowman Killer and coming up one finger short for his troubles, the last shot in the movie is Harry... taking on another case? Sure, I mean yeah, but why stop there? Harry isn't planning on quitting, if anything he's a workaholic. It's not like he has gone through a journey of maybe wanting to work less and concentrate on the family that isn't a family (but it is a family) he has. Sure, he has expressed a desire to, but his failure to even try has been as lukewarm of a "distant parent" narrative could possibly be. So what is the ending supposed to make us feel? Good because The One Good Cop That Can Get Shit Done is still out there The Dark Knight-ing for us? Sad because this Disco Elysium protagonist in the making is still on the self-destructive cop beat? Excited because the Guy Who Investigates Grizzly Crimes Is Still Investigating Grizzly Crimes? Beats me, and by the look of it, it also escaped the film makers.

It should come as no surprise that re-watching The Snowman didn't exactly endear me to it. It's a sloppy, incomplete film that probably wouldn't be any good even if they had the chance to film it, although it would perhaps not scream out the choreography of the final twist so loud if there wasn't one character literally pointless apart from secretly being the killer all along. This, together with the awkward pacing, lacking introductions and altogether flat affect of the whole thing, makes it seem like an adaptation that took too much from the original work. While yes, a lot of adaptations could do with harking a bit closer to the source material, there is such a thing as too much of a good thing.

#film friday #The Snowman #no gifs today #this movie does not deserve it #it looks ok at least #perhaps a bit over-elaborate on some of the basics #I'm told tales the production wasn't very tidy at all #so I'm not shocked it's a trainwreck #just mildly disappointed in how uninspired of a trainwreck it is

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It was always at dawn that the first ship out to Stormvault set off from Limsa Lominsa. They ran on a tight schedule, as could be expected of a navy vessel. It would return that afternoon, then again in the evening. Each trip would bring guards returning to the city from the prison, or departing for their shift. The Maelstrom seemed to rotate soldiers on and off duty at Stormvault, the faces coming and going changing every moon.

The Sergeant among the soldiers leaving for Stormvault that morning didn't stand out to anyone else there. Most of them selected for duty were petty officers. Captains were put on a permanent posting at the prison. When she boarded the ship, nobody took mind of her.

As she passed two Privates, she heard a small sample of their conversation.

“--always wanted to get this assignment.” said the eager one.

“What?!” Replied his jaded companion. “Why the Seven Hells would you want this?”

“They say Stormvault holds some of the most notorious pirates to ever sail!” The eager Private told the other. “Want to see it for myself. It's sort of like a piece of history.

“Gobshite. Place is depressing, trust me. My third rotation, this. It's dark, damp. The screams are one thing, but it's the crying at night that's really awful.”

The Sergeant continued on until she found a less inhabited part of the deck. She turned and looked out at the water. Distantly, she could see Murktide Island, a small speck of land out on the horizon. A tower stuck out of it like a splinter. What the eager Private had not realized, was that the most notorious inmates of Stormvault did not stay there long. Soon enough they were brought before the gallows. Those who were not subject to that fate, were the ones judged to have committed less severe crimes. They would be the ones locked inside for years.

Soon after the Sergeant boarded, the ship set sail for the prison. It was not a long journey, but she stayed to herself throughout, until nearly half a bell later, when the island drew upon them. No longer a needle on the horizon, the prison towered over them. The twenty levels within held the population of prisoners behind locks and traps.

As the ship pulled into the harbor, the guards aboard began to congregate on the deck. The Sergeant stayed at the back of the group, watching the others. None had taken any notice of her, she was one of them. They didn't pay enough attention to question whether they recognized her or not.

They disembarked as a group and made their way through the docks, then up into a walled-in courtyard. The prison stood at the other side of it. At least a dozen soldiers already inhabited the courtyard when the group arrived. It was here that they began to splinter, breaking off to report to where their orders had instructed.

The Sergeant followed the biggest group into the tower. They would lead her up three levels, and eventually, into the barracks. All the while she drifted behind, enough to remain unnoticed by them. When they reached the room, the Sergeant finally stopped following. She began to walk the room, her gaze sweeping over it, searching for anything that might be useful to her. Eventually she found it, in the form of a board on the wall, which displayed dozens of itemized names. The names were divided sections, labeled as L2, L3, L4 - all the way up to L20.

The Sergeant read over the board intently for a while, until finally finding the name she was looking for. They were designated Prisoner 208, on Level 12. Committing the information to memory, the Sergeant left the barracks. Not far from there, she was lucky enough to find a lift. She boarded and ascended up the prison, until arriving at L12. She got off and chose a corridor at random to begin her search.

For a while she walked the floor, until she came upon the cells. Most were occupied. Many of the prisoners ignored her. A few yelled at her as she walked by, but the attempts to spook her failed. The cells were labeled, speeding her search up. Eventually she found the cell marked 208. The Sargeant stopped in front of the cell.

The man inside was as dirty and disheveled as the rest of the prisoners. His hair had grown long and tangled, his beard untamed and filthy. The clothes he wore had been reduced to tattered rags, and his glasses were tied together by a small scrap of cloth.

“To what do I owe the pleasure…?” He asked from within. The question was dry and bitter. “My bathroom ‘privileges’ aren't for another two bells.”

The Sergeant stood on the other side of the bars, watching him. Finally she asked, “Edric Fiske?”

Prisoner 208, Edric Fiske, surveyed the Sergeant from behind his damaged glasses. He replied to the inquiry, “You're not with the Maelstrom. Who are you?”

“... I wanted to meet you.” The Sergeant said. Her voice was gentle, soft.

“Disguising yourself as a guard and breaking into a Maelstrom prison is a long way to go to meet me.”

A smile grew on the Sergeant's face, long and toothy. There was something Edric Fiske immediately did not like about it. The Sergeant slowly reached out and wrapped her fingers around one of the cell bars.

“There's a woman who watches this place. Did you know that? Every so often, she comes out to the cliffs by Moraby Drydocks… And watches. Sometimes for bells.”

“And this should interest me why?”

The smile on the Sergeant grew. It made Fiske uneasy. She tilted her head a bit, as though attempting to be playful, but it only added to her unsettling manner.

“Because this woman had an office, and inside that office, she had an old article from the Harbor Herald. One about you, Edric.” She pointed her finger at him through the bars with a little flourish. “When you lost everything. When they caught you and put you in here.” the Sergeant pulled back and began running a finger across the bars thoughtfully. “Now why would Mashi Olobi have that?”

Fiske's face showed only the briefest twitch of reaction when he heard the name. He retained his composure, even now, even after years in this squalor.

“I would imagine as a momento, to fondly look back on the sun she and her daughter spent quality time together.” Fiske replied sardonically.

The Sergeant clicked her tongue and shook her head slowly, all the while her eyes boring into him and that unnatural grin remaining. “No, no, no, Edric…. No, this is deeply personal, this thing between you two, isn't it?” She squinted at him and shook her head one more time. “She did this to you, didn't she? You were ruthless. Taking what you wanted, putting down any threat or obstacle in the way. You had the strength to do what others couldn't. Then she came along - and her daughter. They destroyed it all, got you locked away in here. Now she watches you, like a guard dog. Ready to rip your face off the moment you try anything.”

Fiske fell silent, but his eye contact and composure did not falter. She knew more about him than he realized. She was assembling pieces she had already had.

“What do you want?” He asked again, plain and blunt.

The Sergeant leaned in a little and said to him, hushed, “I can get you out of here, Edric. I can tell you where to find her. Where to find her children, her children's children, and everyone they care for along the way. With my help… you can punish her.”

There was a long pause between them. Somewhere deeper on Level 12, a rhythmic drip could be heard. Edric Fiske stood up slowly and crossed his cell. He stopped at the bars, inches away from the woman posing as a soldier.

His voice cold, he told her, “You have until the count of ten to get out of my sight, before I call the real guards.” After a pause, he began, “One.”

The Sergeant stepped away from the bars, but she continued to smile. Her eyes did not leave his, not yet, and he would not break first, no matter how much her gaze unnerved him.

“Two.”

She turned and swiftly set off down the corridor again. Her footsteps carried lightly, soon fading away as she fell behind a corner.

Fiske steadied his breathing and took his glasses off. He walked back to the bed, as he made a poor attempt to clean them with his dirty shirt. As he lowered back onto the mattress, he put his glasses back on.

His hand was shaking.

#final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #ffxiv oc #ffxiv rp #final fantasy xiv roleplay #ffxiv screenshots #ff14 gpose #ffxiv gpose #oc writing #ffxiv writing

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Sylvia Cooper - Chapter 1: Making a Withdrawal

Set years after the events of Honour Among Thieves, the next generation of the Cooper Gang works to uncover a worldwide conspiracy... and make some cash along the way.

Sylvia crouched on the edge of the rooftop. A night time chill brushed her hooded coat and a smile crept across her muzzle beneath her face mask. Her brown, striped tail eagerly swished side-to-side as she stared at the building across the street. The Parisian skyline was where she felt most at home.

Her eyes were set on a large building across the street. A large holographic sign glowed with the name Chat D’or Bank with the symbol of a sleek golden cat. Her smile grew with anticipation.

She tapped the side of her mask and activated its onboard Binocucom. The Binocucom was just as its name suggested – a set of high-tech binoculars doubling as a communicator. The display came to life, a small scope appearing in the centre of her vision, and a pair of small windows flickered to life beneath the lenses. The face of a rabbit girl appeared on the left screen, while on the right was her own. She wore a confident smirk while the rabbit looked more apprehensive.

“Okay, Lily,” she said, “ready for an old-school bank heist?”

“Sylvia, are you absolutely sure about this?” asked the rabbit. “I’ve told you who owns Chat D’or , right?”

“Julien de Griffe,” Sylvia answered with a nonchalant smile, “entrepreneur by day, crime boss by night. Don’t fret, girl – what we’re doing is one hundred percent morally sound.”

“It’s not the morality of it that worries me,” said Lily. “It’s the fact that you’re about to break into a high-security building owned by one of the most powerful people in the city.”

“By that definition, it’ll be my third one this month. Any safe ways in?”

“I’ve got the schematics in front of me, and your best method of entry would be that air vent on the roof.”

Sylvia watched as the vent in question pulsed light blue on her Binocucom, showing through the concrete walls, and she zoomed in the lens for a closer look. “I see it. My first stop is the security office, right?”

“Right,” Lily nodded. “Just put that drive into the computer and I’ll take over from there.”

"And if anything goes wrong, we have Plan B," grinned the raccoon. "Talk to you inside."

Sylvia deactivated the Binocucom and pounced off the roof. She arched forward into a nosedive and reached for the small crooked staff on her belt. With the press of a hidden button, the staff extended into a long cane, its hook snagging onto a telephone wire. Using the rebound, she bounced back into the air and landed both feet on the wire with practised precision. Holding out her arms for balance, she danced across to the bank rooftop.

The thought of breaking into a place with security tighter than a wedding dress nearly made her burst with excitement. A lesser thief would be at least nervous about committing such a caper, but Sylvia was a Cooper – the latest in a family of master thieves dating back to the days of the Egyptian Pharaohs. What set her apart from other thieves, aside from the obvious skill difference, was that a Cooper only stole from other criminals. After all, where was the honour or the fun in swiping Joe Nobody's wallet on the street corner? Hence why tonight's target was one of the most influential men in Europe, who after some digging, turned out to be taking advantage of his bank's customers by overcharging them and keeping the bonus tucked away for himself. His leadership of the biggest criminal syndicate in Paris certainly didn't help his case either.

Once close enough, Sylvia jumped off the wire and dashed across the roof to the air vent. She pushed another hidden button and the cane retracted, the tip of the blunt end flipping open to reveal quite the Swiss army knife of thieving tools. She opted for the universal screwdriver, removing the bolts on the vent grate and quietly setting it down. She hooked the cane back on her belt and dove head-first into the vent, sliding down a ways and slowing to a safe stop after a bend.

"Okay, you're showing up on my screen," she heard Lily say in her earpiece. "The security room's just up ahead–take a left, then another left, then two rights, then three lefts, then another-"

"Lily, Lily," hissed Sylvia. "Remember what we said about 'one step at a time'?"

"Sorry," Lily muttered. Sylvia could hear the blush on her cheeks. "Take the first left."

Sylvia followed Lily's directions and scurried through the ventilation system. For a moment, she found herself wondering if any of her ancestors were claustrophobic. That would be quite the obstacle.

She peered through a grate and watched as one of the bank's night guards strolled along the floor, blissfully unaware of her presence. Sylvia was never worried by guards–she could slip down there, pick the dude's pocket and get back in the vent before he even had a feeling something was wrong.

The floors and walls coated with lasers the guard was walking through, however, she wasn't so confident about.

"de Griffe didn't skimp on the security," she whispered.

"It's a system that responds to facial recognition," Lily explained. "You get scanned when you go in, and if your face is in the database, you can go around those lasers no problem."

"But my beautiful face…?"

"Will get deep-fried, yes. Until you get that drive to the security room, that is."

"I'm getting, I'm getting."

Sylvia continued her journey through the vents, swiping through cobwebs with her cane. Some more lefts and rights later, she looked through another grate.

"You should see a room overlooking the main bank floor," said Lily. "Big bulletproof windows and a Silverkey 7000."

"I see big bulletproof windows and a big fancy computer," whispered Sylvia. "And a guard typing away on it."

"If only we had someone on the team who could sneak up on a lone guard and knock him out."

"Twist my arm, why don't you."

"Camera in the room is down, go ahead."

Sylvia rolled her eyes and slowly opened the grate to silently land behind the guard. It helped that he was too busy dealing with an offline camera feed to look over his shoulder. She slunk up behind him and with one swift motion, extended her cane and knocked the hapless guard into the air, grabbed his shirt with the hook and brought him down to the floor with an overhead slam to knock him out cold.

If Dad could see that, she thought with a proud smirk.

"Okay, now plug the drive into the Silverkey 7000," Lily instructed.

Sylvia looked around, blinking cluelessly.

"The big fancy computer."

"I knew that." After double-checking the guard was indeed unconscious by prodding his face with her cane, Sylvia crept up to the computer and fished a small flash drive out of her pouch. It took her a few seconds to find the right port.

"Sweet," said Lily. "Don't get comfy, this'll just take a sec."

"How long's a se--"

"Done. Head for the elevator."

"Huh." Sylvia retrieved the drive and ducked back into the vent. "And this'll stop me getting cooked by the lasers?"

"Yeah, but you'll wanna avoid going on the floor anyway. Computers are often easier to fool than guards."

"You'd be surprised."

Sylvia scurried to another grate and silently lowered onto the floor. She pushed the button to the elevator and watched a security beam scan her up and down. After a second, the doors slid open with a ding and she went inside, using the tip of her cane to tap the button for the top floor.

"I've got you on the security cam," said Lily. "Currently blurring you out."

"Aw, but how will anyone see me?" Sylvia mock-complained.

"Why are you so eager to get arrested?" She could hear Lily's frown.

"Ahh, you know I don't mean it."

"Anyway, de Griffe's office is just outside the elevator. He doesn't keep any guards or lasers up there because of all the requirements just to access the floor."

"The requirements we just bypassed."

"You got it."

The doors opened and Sylvia slunk to the wall, creeping along it before leaping to the opposite side, repeating the process down the corridor.

"I just told you there's no one there," sighed Lily, watching through the cameras.

"It's called 'drama', Lil." Sylvia knelt down at the door and produced another tool from her cane–a universal lockpick. She made short work of getting inside and took a look around the spacious office.

"Why do bad guys always have giant paintings of themselves?" she asked, looking at a huge portrait of a lynx in an expensive black suit leering down at her. "Talk about an ego problem."

"I don't think Sylvia Cooper: Master Thief of the World is one to talk about ego," snarked Lily. "Anyway, turn on that computer and plug in the drive."

The raccoon did just that and perched herself on the leather seat, idly running her hand on the smooth desktop while Lily worked her magic.

"You think we should get a mahogany desk?" she wondered.

"Where would we put it?" asked Lily.

"In the hideout, obvs."

"But where in the… oh." The rabbit's tone turned nervous. "Oh, this is big ."

Sylvia's ears perked. "What's up?" The computer screen suddenly had windows of details and names popping up.

"It's not just bank customers paying kickbacks. There's cops, business owners, politicians… and they're all from different countries. de Griffe's taking huge sums from nearly everyone in Europe!"

"Explains all his fancy stuff."

"And that's not all – he's not just taking money, he's also giving it away. To different names, but at regular intervals."

"You got the deets?"

"Copying them onto the drive. Just make sure it gets back here in one piece, because that's the only copy and I do not trust the Cloud."

"Got it," said Sylvia. "While we're here, we should make sure this extra money goes back to the proper owners. Y'know, the ones who really need it."

"I'm sure the mayor will be happy to repay us for uncovering this interest scam."

Sylvia could tell Lily was wearing a smirk as big as hers was. "A few thousand Euros? That's quite kind of you, sir."

She nearly jumped out of the chair as an alarm began blaring. A red light started slowly flashing.

"Oh, carrots!" gasped Lily. "I think I tripped a hidden alarm!"

"I thought you shut down the security!" said Sylvia. Metal shutters came down over the windows.

"It must be on a separate system! I'm working as fast as I can!"

Sylvia rushed to the door and pressed her ear to it. "I can't hear a thing over this stupid alarm."

"I have to transfer this data first," Lily insisted. "Once it's safe, I'll shut the backup security off."

"Something tells me it's not backup security."

"Just a little more…"

Sylvia anxiously hopped in place, darting her eyes around for an exit. The windows were barred, there were no air vents, and the hallway outside no doubt had an army of guards rushing toward it.

"Almost…"

She reached for her cane and started fidgeting with it.

"Done!"

Sylvia raced to the desk and grabbed the drive. "Sweet. Now if you could just find me a way out?"

"I'm trying to get through this firewall, but it's a lot tougher. I think you're onto something, Sylvia – this isn't just backup security. It looks like there's a whole other grid just for de Griffe's office."

"What makes him so special?" remarked Sylvia. The alarm suddenly turned off and the lights returned to normal. "Oh, nice going Lil."

"Um, that wasn't me," muttered Lily.

"Now I can get a good look at you." A man's deep voice caught Sylvia by surprise. "Sylvia Cooper, I presume? My name is Julien de Griffe."

She looked at the monitor, and her heart skipped a beat at the lynx glaring at her. His indifferent expression was mostly hidden by his steepled fingers, but that did nothing to help the icy glint in his eyes.

“Smart enough to invade my place of business while I’m out of the country,” he continued, “and yet stupid enough to get caught.”

“Having your office on a different security system is cheating!” Sylvia protested. She then asked Lily quietly, “That is cheating, right?”

“Don’t distract me,” Lily muttered. “I’m nearly done.”

“I’m afraid whatever you’re scheming is doomed to failure,” de Griffe said. “The proper authorities have already been called.”

“Like I’m scared of some donut dunkers,” scoffed Sylvia. “Besides, they’ll be pretty interested to learn about this little racket you’ve got going on.”

“Bold assumptions, girl.” Sylvia saw the hint of a smirk behind the lynx’s hands. “The proper authorities I speak of will be more interested in finally apprehending a Cooper.”

Sylvia lowered her head just a bit, to hide the surprise in her eyes.

“My security team will keep you company until then. Au revoir.”

The video call ended, and Sylvia let out a quiet sigh. She had a feeling she knew exactly who he called.

“Done!” Lily gasped.

Sylvia grabbed the drive and hopped off the chair. The door was suddenly kicked in, and a small squad of guards surrounded her from all angles. She felt like she’d never get used to having this many guns pointed at her.

“Freeze!” one snapped. “Don’t move a muscle!”

“Put your hands behind your head!” another ordered.

Sylvia looked between the two. “He wants me to freeze, and he wants me to put my hands over my head. You two are gonna have to decide what we’re doing here.”

“Quiet,” the largest guard, a burly polar bear woman, snarled.

Sylvia rolled her eyes. “Uh, Lil, I’m in a bit of a bind here. We’re gonna have to go with Plan B.”

The moment she finished talking, the polar bear rounded on the other guards. A huge fist knocked one of them flying into the wall, and another was knocked out by the butt of her gun being thrown right between his eyes. She grabbed the last two by the shirts, lifted them off their feet and slammed them into the floor.

Sylvia watched with a grin, thinking of that movie she watched once where a sleeper agent was awakened by a key phrase.

“Plan Brooke never fails,” she chirped. “Nice work, big girl. You really got into character too.”

The polar bear grunted and bumped Sylvia’s waiting fist with her own. “We done here?” she asked curtly, ignoring the pained look on the raccoon’s face.

“We’ve got everything,” said Lily through both their earpieces. “Head back to the van.”

The two dashed back to the elevator and made their way down.

“Heads up,” Lily said, “there are guards heading your way."

“You redirect traffic then head for the van,” Sylvia said to Brooke. “I’ll take the scenic route.”

Brooke nodded. Once the door opened, she clumped across the floor while Sylvia hid beneath the floor panel. She pressed a button on her gloved palm, and her body faded out of sight starting from her feet.

“She’s headed to the vaults,” said Brooke. Sylvia pounced up to an open grate just as Brooke ushered the guards into the elevator, and scurried back up to the rooftop. Once she was outside, her body fizzled back into view.

“This active camo thing is awesome. Recharge time needs work, though.”

“It’s a prototype,” Lily said defensively.

Two familiar clicks behind her made Sylvia pause mid-step.

“Hold it right there,” she heard a man say. Young, around her age.

She turned around and caught the hard glare of a fox pointing a pair of pistols at her. His grey fur went nicely with his dark red shirt and black jacket, blue jeans and black boots. A gold star glistened out on his chest.

Sylvia lowered her hood, revealing her brown shoulder-length hair, giving him a grin.

“Hey, bro.”

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