#i love you baltimore. this sucks.

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30k follower celebration for Hannibal Lecter please prompt 3 “I never thought I would see you again.”

.⋆｡Won’t Let Go Again｡⋆.

Hannibal Lecter x plus size reader

implied Hannigram x plus size reader

Moving to Baltimore was supposed to be a fresh start, to escape the ghosts of your past but a budding new friendship with an FBI profiler leads you back to the man who left you behind

Warnings: european!reader, DARK, usual Hannibal warnings (implied cannibalism, kidnapping, drugging, manipulation), childhood lovers, needles

WC: 1.2k

Minors DNI

Library- @hannibals-favourite-meal-library

Halloween Celebration

America confused you, everything was big and moved so quickly, you considered it a miracle that you didn’t constantly get lost. But it was such a beautiful place, especially Baltimore. The mixture of old and new architecture that lined the bay was so reminiscent of your old home but also gave you a whole new world to explore.

With a paper map in your hands, you wandered down a mostly empty street, your small heels clacking softly against the pavement. You were determined in your search for a new coffee shop to try out on your day off but so far, you have been unsuccessful. Head down and concentrated, you didn’t notice an equally distracted man walking straight in your direction.

You bowled into each other and you both fell down. You winced and the man yelped as you crashed onto the cold sidewalk. “Oh god! I am so sorry, I should’ve seen where I was going.” You apologised quickly, ignoring the way the skin of your knees burned with pain.

The man shook his head at you, causing his brown curls to tumble over his forehead. “No it’s my fault, sometimes I just wander and forget my surroundings.” He pulled himself to his feet and offered you a hand, although he would not meet your eyes.

“I suppose we are both at fault then.” You chuckled and allowed him to help you to your feet. Your long skirt fell back over your legs, concealing the small cuts on your knees. You took note of the way he made sure that you were all right before he appraised his own body for any injuries. 

He suddenly ducked down and grabbed something from a puddle on the side of the street, and when he popped back up with your now destroyed and waterlogged map, he smiled sheepishly at you. “How about I get us some coffee as a sorry for ruining your map?”

He finally met your gaze with the most beautiful pair of blue eyes you had ever seen. Then his stomach growled loudly and he looked away, pink dusting over his high cheekbones. “Then let me buy some sandwiches for us both.” You offered.

——————

Your friendship with Will Graham was like how you viewed the states, both nostalgic and brand new, filled with mystery and comfort. You learned quickly that he was not a very reliable friend given that he frequently disappeared into cases and his own mind but he was also an incredible friend when he was around.

He showed you all of Baltimore and taught you some tricks to navigating any city so you wouldn’t get lost. And now, he was inviting you to dinner- at his therapist’s house. 

“I would hardly call this romantic, Will.” His eyes flicked to you as he reached to ring the doorbell of the townhouse in front of you.

“I never said this was going to be romantic.” He snipped but he still squeezed your hand tightly.

You rolled your eyes playfully. “You said that you were taking me to dinner somewhere nice, I assumed it was a date.”

“You’re teasing me, I don’t like when you tease me.” He muttered but you could clearly see the way the corner of his lips turned upwards in a soft smile. 

Before you could retort that he did in fact love your teasing, the door opened and the breath was sucked from your lungs. “Hannibal.”

Amber eyes widened and the careful composure he possessed, fell away. “Mylimasis.” (Beloved) Your hand went limp in Will’s hold and suddenly your vision was blurry with tears.

“I-I have to go.” But your companion held tight, his own blue eyes staring at you with an apt fascination. You could see the way his brain was ticking over, analysing each and every part of you but you refused to give anything away. “Let me leave.” 

You tried to pull from his hold and instead you were pushed into another one. Hannibal was much stronger than you remembered and he easily pulled you into his home. Will followed close behind, shutting the door with a firm slam. You would later question why he so blindly obeyed Hannibal but in the moment, you were only focused on the way your heart was breaking all over again. 

His chest was firm beneath your touch as he tugged you fully into his arms. He was older, there was no doubt about that, but the longer you looked into those golden eyes you used to know so well, the more you saw of that boy who had stolen your very soul. “My mylimasis, I never thought I would see you again.” 

Your anger flared once more, setting your veins alight with a fire you thought you had extinguished long ago. “That tends to happen when you abandon someone.” He did not even flinch at your fight.

A large, warm hand cupped your full cheek as he gazed at you just the same as he had so many years ago- you wanted to punch that look off of his face. “Even more beautiful than I remember.”

Your eyes burned with unshed tears, memories unearthing from the deep graves in your mind you had buried them in.

The first time you saw him, you didn’t think he was real. He was so beautiful he had to have been some sort of fae. His regal features practically glowed in the spring sunlight as he smiled at you. You could never clearly remember what he said to you that day in the flower fields by your small home but you did remember the feeling of his words- love, comfort, warmth.

But the day he left, his touch only brought you pain. You could still feel the way that the gravel sliced into your palms as you fell at his feet, begging him not to leave. He promised you the world yet he took the world from you. His eyes were dark, his lips turned down in a vicious sneer.

No matter how hard you tried, you could not forget the expression of pure hatred and disgust he held on that day. 

“You know her?” Will finally spoke from behind you. Hannibal finally looked away from you and to his patient who still stood awkwardly right in front of the door. 

“She is my first love.” He answered simply as you scoffed under your breath. “It seems fate brought my two loves to each other and then to me.” 

Your eyes went wide. “Let me go!” You thrashed violently but his grip never faltered. “You’re fucking crazy!” Hannibal never even acknowledged your struggle, instead nodding over your head towards his lover.

So caught up in your struggle, you didn’t hear the opening and subsequent shutting of a drawer before the heat of Will’s body drew closer and his breath tickled the back of your neck. “Don’t fight it, it will only make this worse.” His voice sounded cold and so unlike the man who would call you in the middle of the night to talk about a new stray dog he rescued.

You tried to turn your head but Hannibal firmly gripped your jaw, keeping you still. There was a pinch in your neck then warmth suddenly flooded through you. “Fuck you.” Even as your words slurred, the malice in your tone didn’t escape either man.

“Just close your eyes mylimasis, we will never let you go ever again.” The darkness swallowed you whole.

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Hannibal

Hannibal Lecter

I Fucked Your Wife (Smut) (Hannibal’s Version) Will's Wife and Hannibal do the unspeakable while he's in prison.

Just One Date Y/N hates Hannibal but he wants to go on a date with her.

Wife (Smut) Hannibal and Will have a wife that’s just as crazy and messed up as them.

Older Men Do It Better (Smut) Y/N can’t seem to find guys that satisfy her needs, so Hannibal offers to help her.

Busy (Smut) Y/N is horny but Hannibal is busy

Sex in the rain (Smut) Y/N loves the rain and when Hannibal comes home, they have sex in the rain.

Hannibal Obsessed with his Patient (Smut) bullet points of Hannibal being obsessed with his patient

After The Fall What would have happened if Y/N was there during The Fall?

Will Graham

I Fuck Your Wife (Smut) (Will’s Version) Hannibal is in prison and Will and his wife hook up.

Hannibal’s Innocent Friend (Smut) Will meets Hannibal's friend that doesn't have a lot of experience and Will would like to change that.

The Twist Hannibal meets Will's wife that he didn't know Will had. He figures out the dark reason why Will kept her a secret.

Submissive (Smut) Will overhears Y/N telling Hannibal that Will is too submissive in bed.

Choose (Smut) Hannibal and Y/N fight over Will.

Affair (Smut) Y/N cheats on Hannibal with Will but Hannibal doesn't give the reaction they thought he would.

Baltimore (Series) (Smut) Will and his wife plan to take Hannibal’s house. Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four

Teacher’s Pet (Smut) Will is doing one of his student’s but nobody knows.

Wife (Smut) Will and Hannibal have a wife that’s just as crazy and messed up as them.

The Pact Y/N and Will made a pact when they were 6 years old

Best Friend (Smut) Will catches Y/N masturbating to him

Virgin Will (Smut) (Bullet Points) Will is a virgin and Y/N wants to be the one that takes his virginity

The Note Y/N finds out that Will is cheating on her with Hannibal

After The Fall What would have happened if Y/N was there during The Fall?

Animal Kingdom

Barry "Baz" Blackwell

Fuck You (Smut) Baz and Y/N have a lot of tension between them but Baz is married. Spoilers for the ending of Season 2!

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Older (Smut) Y/N has a crush on Dean but he’s 20 years older than her.

You’ve Never What? (Smut) Y/N has never rode anyone’s face and Dean is shocked about it.

Cas

Experience (Smut) Y/N has feelings for Cas but when he catches on she avoids it.

The Boys

Homelander

Assistant (Smut) Y/N is Homelander’s assistant and he has feelings for her but doesn’t know how to show it.

Bully Y/N bullies Homelander

Obsessed with Homelander (Smut) (bullet points) Bullet points of Y/N being obsessed with Homelander

Breastfeeding with Homelander (Smut) Homelander wanting to suck milk out of his wife’s breasts.

Forget Homelander loses his memory

The Bet (Smut) Homelander and Y/N make a bet that ends sexually

What if Y/N had powers and Homelander didn’t? (Bullet points)

Homelander dating a member of The Boys (Bullet Points)

Soldier Boy

His Dad (Smut) Homelander cheats on Y/N with Storm Front so she sleeps with a handsome stranger

The Getter (Smut) Soldier Boy wants Y/N but she’s already hooking up with another member of the boys

Better Soldier notices that Homelander is mean to his wife

Billy Butcher

Beard (Drabble) Y/N wants to see Billy without his beard

Innocent (Smut) Y/N is the youngest member of The Boys and has no experience. Billy would like to change that.

You’re A Supe Y/N is a supe so Billy hates her until she saves his life

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EVERYTHING UNDER THE CUT ! I'll do my best to keep this up to date lol

EDDIE ROUNDTREE !

going to california. : you move to Los Angeles, and are surprised to run into an old childhood friend. [3.3k] well, my boyfriend's in a band.: nobody thinks the thing between you and Eddie can be as pure and real as you say it is. [1.3k] butterflies and zebras (and moonbeams and fairy tales).: You and Eddie have a daughter. The first weeks of her life growing up in the house with you both and the band. [3.1k] Beast of Burden series: the push and pull between you and Eddie Roundtree was never-ending. No matter how hard you tried to push him away, you always came back together. -> (i'll never be) your beast of burden.: part one. Pittsburgh, 1967. [2.6k] -> my back is broad, but it's a-hurtin'.: part two. Pittsburgh, 1969. [2.1k] -> you keep on tellin' me i ain't your kinda man. : part three. Baltimore, 1970. [2.8k] -> i don't need no beast of burden. : part four. On the road, 1971. [3.8k] -> (put me out, put me out) put me out of misery.: part five. Los Angeles, 1973. [1.7k] -> all your sickness, i can suck it up.: part six. Los Angeles, 1974. [1.5k]

GRAHAM DUNNE !

testing his patience. : Graham finds his voice defending you after Billy takes his anger out on you during a recording session. [2.2k] the boys are back in town.: The Six are back in Pittsburgh during the Numbers tour, and Graham runs into his high school crush. [6.8k] i only have eyes for you.: You bit Graham at preschool when you were three years old. The rest, they say, is history. [3.5k]

WARREN ROJAS !

crossed wires.: a night of complicated feelings and jealousy lead to a revelation between you and Warren. [1.5k] she's got a strange magic.: Warren is usually cool and confident, but there's something about you that makes him completely nervous. He's desperate to ask you out, and he's desperate to get it right. [1.3k] i'd have you anytime.: You don't expect something to bloom between you and the drummer of your brothers' band, and when it does, the two of you try (and fail) to keep it a secret. [5.1k] she's a rainbow.: Warren's got it bad for Camila's childhood best friend. [2k] still raining, still dreaming.: It's a rare day off, and you and Warren spend it being lazy together in bed. [1.3k] so hot you're hurting my feelings.: your seemingly innocuous wardrobe choice makes Warren lose his mind. [1.7k] time to play b-sides.: you and warren pick up the pieces after the band falls apart. [1.1k] Mariposaverse fics: (these are not listed or written in any particular chronological order and can be read in any way after the first one) i'm with you.: You and Warren are friends with benefits. And then you find out you're pregnant. [3k] my mariposa. : a little domestic snapshot of you and Warren as new parents. [1.3k] butterfly wings.: It's your and Warren's daughter, Mariposa's first halloween. [1.1k] light of the love that i found.: Yours and Warren's wedding. [2.3k] the pick-me-up.: Life has been wearing you and Warren down lately, but Mariposa saying her first word really brings up your spirits. [1.1k] don't cry my sweet, don't break my heart.: Warren being a good dad and having a little crisis about his little girl growing up. [1.5k] Camp Wawayanda Lake: summer camp au. prank war and men super short shorts. What else do you need? -> prologue; bug spray and bonfires and booze.: You arrive at camp and reunite with old friends. There’s a drunken bonfire, and Warren is suddenly, distractingly beautiful. [2k] -> one; a study in lake water and forest princesses.:  It’s the first day of camp and Billy does something stupid that sets Daisy on a summer-long path toward revenge. [3.6k]

KAREN SIRKO !

high by the beach. : The feelings that grow between you and Karen Sirko seem to be the easiest thing in the world. [2k] with a girl like you.: You first cross paths with Karen Sirko when your band is recording your first album. After the fact, you can't get her out of your head; turns out, Karen's been feeling the same way. [1.5k]

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Still Proud

Adley Rutschman x Reader

Warnings: Minor Cussing, Angst, Fluff, Cheesy Ending, Adley looking at negative comments on social media, and Possible grammar errors.

Summary: After the Baltimore Orioles season ends in heartbreak against the Texas Rangers, Y/N knows how upset Adley is, so she does all she can to let her boyfriend know that no matter what happens she will always be proud of him.

Word Count: 1,678

Author’s Note: Hello Everyone!! So happy I am releasing my first Adley imagine on here!! Thank you to the ones who have requested me to write him because I’m not going to lie I am completely head over heels for him! I hope you all enjoy my first imagine of Adley and I hope I get to write more for him in the near future!

Y/N is a photographer for the Baltimore Orioles. She takes the pictures and videos of the players and posts them on the official Orioles Instagram account. She’s also the girlfriend of the team’s star catcher Adley Rutschman. They first met in May of 2022 when Adley got called up from the minor leagues. When Y/N heard that Adley was moving up to majors she was beyond excited since she had developed a crush on the star catcher. The only time they came across each other was spring training, but they never stopped to talk to one another. When they met, they officially immediately hit it off and started to date. They just celebrated their one-year anniversary in June.

It was playoff season for the MLB, so the Orioles were so excited since it’s been years since the Orioles made the postseason, but sadly it didn’t go the way they thought it would’ve. Y/N and the team are in Texas playing the Texas Rangers. After losing the first the first two games in Baltimore they had to go to Arlington, Texas to play the third game of the five-game series. The Orioles had to win to keep their season alive, but they sadly came up short.

When the Rangers ran onto the field to celebrate their victory Y/N went down into the clubhouse since it broke her heart to see the Orioles histrionic season come to an end like this. Her heart ached for this team because she knows they worked their asses off all season to get where they are and to just get swept like this was so disappointing. Y/N felt more bad for Adley since she knows how excited he was and now she knew that all that excitement he had was now drained out of his body with disappointment. Y/N wanted to go into the dugout and comfort him, but she knew that he needed to be with his team, so she waited outside the locker room for him.

As minuets passed players and coaches started to make their way into the locker room, but no sign of Adley. Y/N hadn’t seen Gunnar yet either, so she knows Adley is probably with him, but when she saw Gunnar coming her way by himself that theory disappeared. “Gunnar!” Y/N said walking up to him. She met him halfway. “Where’s Adley?” She asked him. “He’s still sitting in the dugout.” Gunnar answered with a heavy sigh. “You should go talk to him.” He told her. “Okay.” Y/N said in a soft tone and walked past Gunnar to the dugout.

Y/N walked up the steps into the dugout to see Adley sitting by himself watching the Rangers celebrate. It crushed her to see the disappointment in Adley’s eyes, but she also saw frustration and sadness in his eyes as well. It was breaking her heart to see the guy she loves going through this. Y/N walked over to him and stood next to him. “This fucking sucks.” Adley hissed before Y/N could say anything. “I know.” Y/N said taking one of his hands and gave it a comfort squeeze. “Come on, you should be with your team.” Y/N told him. She was worried that he was going to fight with her, but he didn’t. Y/N led him to the locker room where his teammates were most likely waiting for him, so their manager can talk with them.

While Adley was with his team Y/N got all of her stuff and all of his equipment that was in the dugout. She made her way out of the stadium and to the rental car she rented from the airport. After unlocking the vehicle, she put her stuff in the backseat and then put all of Adley’s stuff into the trunk since there was more room in the trunk and his stuff takes up more room. Once she settled herself into the driver's seat, she took out her phone to send Adley a text message saying she’s sitting in the rental car with his equipment and wondered if he wanted to go back to the hotel with her instead of riding the bus back with the team. Not too long after she sent the text, he sent her back saying he’s okay riding the bus back with his team. She smiled at that since she’s happy he wants to be with the guys. She knew Gunnar is probably helping him out since they are the closest with each other. She sent him a quick text back letting him know that she’s going to grab the both of them something to eat and then she’ll be back at the hotel. She knows that they only have a couple hours till they have to get back on a plane to Baltimore, so she went quickly.

After getting the food she was worried that she wasn’t going to find a parking spot, but lucky for her there was a car backing out of a spot right in front of the hotels entrance. She parked the rental car and turned it off. She grabbed the bag of food from the passenger seat and got out of the car. She made sure the car was locked and made her way into the lobby where she ran in Gunnar.

“Hey, how was Adley on the bus?” Y/N asked him in a curious tone. “He didn’t even say a word to anyone.” Gunnar answered with a heavy sigh. “Damn, he’s really crushed.” Y/N said with sadness written all over her face. Everyone always knows when there's something going on with Adley. When he’s upset, he’s the quietest person in the room. Y/N has seen Adley get upset over a lost, but she’s never seen him this sad. But she does know that this lost is bigger than all the others.

“He really thought we were going to make it to the championship.” Gunnar told her. Y/N saw the same sadness and disappointment in Gunnar’s eyes that she saw in Adley’s. “You all did.” Y/N told him as she rubbed his shoulder in comfort. “Their’s always next year. This is just the start.” Y/N told him in a reassuring tone with a reassuring smile on her face. “Thanks Y/N. You always know how to cheer us up.” Gunnar told her with a small smile forming on his lips. Y/N isn’t just the photographer for the team, she’s also the pep talker as well. “It’s what I love to do.” Y/N told him taking her hand off his shoulder. “I’ll see you later, Y/N.” Gunnar told her with a small laugh. “See you later, Gunnar.” Y/N said with a giggle and walked over to the elevator.

She pressed the up-arrow button and patiently waited for the doors to open. She was happy that she was able to make Gunnar smile and laugh a little, but she knew it was going to be a mission to cheer Adley up. When the elevator doors opened, she waited for the people that were already inside the elevator to walk out. She walked into the elevator and pressed the button that had the number five on it. As she waited for the elevator to take her up to the fifth floor, she thought about what she’s going to say to Adley.

When the doors opened to the fifth floor she walked out and made her way down the hallway to the hotel room she’s staying in with him. She grabbed the room key out of her back pocket and unlocked the door. When she walked into the hotel room, she saw her boyfriend sitting on the end of the bed scrolling on his phone. Y/N knew whatever he was looking at on his phone wasn’t good because of the look he had in his eyes. “Hey.” Y/N said closing the door and walking over to the small table to put the bag of food down and the hotel key next to the bag. Adley just stayed silent as he continued to look down at his phone. Y/N let out a heavy sigh as she sat down next to him onto the bed.

“I’m still proud of you.” Y/N told him which earned a scoff from him. “For what?” Adley said in a harsh tone as he continued to look down at his phone. “Adley, you don’t need a World Series trophy for me to be proud of you!” Y/N told him in a stern tone. “Really?” Adley said finally looking over at her. Y/N took his phone out of his hand and put it down behind them. “I know you really thought you guys were going to make it, but you guys played one hell of a season.” Y/N told him taking one of his hands like she did when they were in the dugout. “This is the best Orioles team people have seen in a long time and this is just the beginning.” She told him as she used her other hand to move some of his hair away from his forehead. “Don’t worry about what those assholes on social media. They are just trying to put you guys down. In my eyes, you will always be the best. You will always be my number one.” Y/N told him which made his lips curve into a small smile. His smile always makes her heart flutter.

“You always know what to say to cheer me up.” Adley said to her. “Just part of my job as being the best girlfriend in the world.” Y/N told him which earned her a laugh from him as she had a smile on her face as well. “And that’s why I’m the luckiest guy.” Adley said and leaned in to connect his lips with hers. Y/N smiled into the kiss as she returned it. When they released from the kiss, they rested their foreheads against each others.”I love you.” Adley said which made her heart flutter again. “I love you more.” Y/N told him. “Not possible.” Adley said and reconnected their lips for another passionate kiss.

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Do you have anymore Randell x Matthew headcannons or ideas? :0

Beasthawk headcanons:

Randall is from a wealthy socialite family in Baltimore, Maryland. At the age of five, he was diagnosed with Asperger’s syndrome. He always did very well academically in the elite private schools his parents paid for, and went on to doubled majored in engineering and paleontology at John Hopkins University. Randall’s parents sent him to be treated by Hannibal Lecter when he was 16 for his identity disorder. Hannibal taught Randall how to hide his symptoms, and encouraged his homicidal ideation. Hannibal treated Randall for two years until he was 18 when he left home to go to university. He’s currently 27 years old and working at the Baltimore Museum of Natural History. When he is working there alone at night, he likes to take the skulls and claws of apex predators home so he can recreate them using stronger materials for his mecha kill suit.

Randall also has dissociative identity disorder, and his other personality is The Beast. He can’t control when The Beast takes over but he needs the mecha suit to feel like his body matches his mind or else he starts having a nervous breakdown.

Matthew doesn’t like to talk about his past. His biological parents were physically and mentally abusive. Even at the age of 29, his chin scar still gives him bitter flashbacks to his childhood when he looks in the mirror. He was taken into a several foster homes and group homes starting at the age of seven. He studied various specialities during his adolescence because of the time spent with different foster families (information systems technican, basic nursing skills, explosive ordnance disposal, culinary arts, etc). However, Matthew never lasted more than a few months in each new home because of his behavioral problems. He was 15 when he had his first stint at a mental institution where they officially diagnosed him with antisocial personality disorder (APD).

Matthew Brown is not Matthew’s given name. He has had multiple identities and has been using forged ID documents to find work ever since he was 18.

Depending on which canon divergence I feel like exploring, Matthew is either still in love with Will Graham but also has feelings for Randall or he hasn’t met Will in the canon yet.

They like to go hunting together for both humans and animals. Matthew brings his tranquilizer gun, and once their prey is immobile he enjoys watching Randall tear them apart.

After some coaxing, Matthew convinced Randall to get matching tattoos of a hawk encircling a cave bear on their left biceps.

Matthew loves to listen to Randall talk about engineering and prehistoric animals for hours. Randall’s low monotone voice makes him feel calm.

One day, Randall found a stray tortoiseshell kitten in a dirty alleyway in Baltimore. Matthew is more of a dog person but Randall looked so ecstatic that he let her stay. Randall named her Smiley (after Smilodon).

NSFW headcanons:

Matthew is always covered in bruises because when The Beast fucks him it’s always rough with a lot of biting.

Randall typically likes to bottom for Matthew when he is not The Beast.

Matthew has an average-sized cock but on the thicker side. Randall has a large cock that curves up a bit.

Matthew enjoys giving head but Randall finds that it makes him oversensitive. Matthew loves watching Randall squirm and moan as he holds him down while he’s sucking his cock.

Sometimes when they cuddle before sleep, Matthew uses Randall for cockwarming. Randall doesn’t mind because he loves being held.

In an Omegaverse AU, Randall would be an Alpha with a calm nature and Matthew would be an Omega with a hostile nature.

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Take me back to the night we met

E.P x Fem!reader

notes: I came up with this in the middle of tidying and acted on it whilst also tidying. i’m a really shitty writer so yeah!! hope u enjoy greatly! Uh timeline wise i’m picking this to be scratch tormenting stuff 😈

warnings: angst wowie, death (r), the use of Y/N (give me ideas on how to replace those two dreaded letters please i hate Y/N sometimes) MY WRITING IN GENERAL NEEDS A WARNING JESUS and also my mildly poor grammar 😭 AND A MESSY ASS LOVE CONFESSION HELP

Cases could be hard, extremely hard. But never this hard. Never so life crushingly hard.

9.32PM, Baltimore Woodland, 2/8 Agents accounted for.

As a bullet ripped through the air, things got real. A loud thud could be heard, followed by another deafening gunshot. As Emily turnt all she could assume was the worst, what if you had been shot?

She soon found out she was right to think that. She rushed to your side, hands shaking as she fumbled with your vest. “Y/N. Hey, look at me. It’s probably just a bruise ok?”. As she freed you from your vest, blood began to spurt out of your chest wound. “Em, we both know you’re convincing yourself more than me” You weakly said, laughing a little

“No, you’ll be fine..ok? just..trust me.” Emilys hands were now on you, trying to stop you bleeding out. “Em, it’s ok.” You smiled, weakly but mildly convincingly. “If anything happens, i want to tell you something. So look at me because i don’t think i have enough time.”. Emily averted her gaze to your face, tears forming in her eyes. You placed a hand on her face, gently caressing her cheek with your thumb.

“I love you Emily Prentiss. I have always loved you and i will always love you. in this life and the next. I have loved you since the night we met and i’m not stopping dead or alive”. Tears began to fall from Emily eyes, a weak smile on her face. “So tell me you love me back, and i can die happy”

“I love you too.” Were the last words you heard, falling limp in Emilys arms, your hand falling from her face.

10.47PM, Baltimore PD. 7/8 agents accounted for. Two Casualties: Preston Harding (ACCOMPLICE.) & SSA Y/N L/N.

The ride back was quiet. There were no funny quips, no snarky remarks, no stories of an epic takedown. Just silence, an uncomfortable, unwanted silence.

The team had no clue what to think, no clue how to catch the man behind it all, yet all emily could think about was how she wanted to go back to the night they met.

A/N: HOPEFULLY THIS DIDNT SUCK!! I also took way longer to post it than i wanted oopsie..if this goes well with my emily girlies i’ll make some things for my tara and jj girlies too 🤭 and sorry for my assy math oopsie

[leelee10898]

Drabble challenge.

Hey everyone! This is a was a little 'get back to writing' exercise that my friend's @annabellewynter and I decided to do. It was supposed to be a drabble but, I'm a rebel.. haha. The prompt was "you do know we're in public, right?" Which will be highlighted in red below. It is not choices related, rather then something I quickly made up for the prompt. Being it was MLB opening day when I wrote this and I am a HUGE baseball fan, this was born. I had fun with it and it seems to have sparked something in me again. Enjoy!

Word count:1,130

Warnings: its fluff.. with a little language??

Pairing: both OC

"That was a great game! Remind me again what you said, you know before they beat the brakes off the Orioles." He chided as they walked together down the crowded streets.  

"Yeah, you might wanna watch how loud you say that around here. These Baltimore fans are probably just as bad as Phillies fans." She shook her head laughing.  

"What are they going to do exactly?" He challenged wearing a huge grin. He cupped his hands to his mouth and shouted "Orioles suck!" Loudly. 

"JUDE!" She grabbed his hand, pulling him into an empty alley.  "Are you trying to blow your cover?" She slapped his shoulder. "I can see the headlines now. Beloved rock star Jude Rush beaten to death by angry Orioles fans." 

"Oh come on, live a little, Hailey. I'm just trying to have a little fun. And besides," he smirked, leaning in. "I'm not the one who lost a bet." A shiver of pleasure rippled through her as he breathed out against the shell of her ear. Hailey screwed her eyes shut. The bet. Fuck.

Jude pulled back, and a deep chuckle escaped him as he admired just what his presence did to her. Hailey put up a good fight but he was wearing her down. The more time they spent together the more her walls started to crumble. Soon enough it would be like old times.  Just Jude and Hailey, two people who fell in love and couldn't get enough of each other. Fame tore them apart and in a chance moment, fame brought them together again. 

"Ok." She sighed. "Fine. Let's just get this over with. Your place or mine?" She questioned. A devilish smirk played on his lips. "I have an even better idea." Jude grabbed her hand and led her out of the alley and closer to the front of the stadium. Fans were still leaving in droves as they stopped right in the middle of the herd. 

"Why are we stopping?" She questioned, he kept grinning and her eyes widened?" 

"No!" She shook her head. 

"Yes!" 

"This wasn't part of the deal." She folded her arms and he gave a careless shrug "You do realize we're in public right?" Hailey protested.  

"I do. And that makes it even better. Now let's get started shall we?" 

 Hailey rolled her eyes and steeled her nerves as best she could, she opened her mouth but was cut off immediately.  "No. This won't work." Jude spoke, turning around and scanning their surroundings.  "Over there." He pointed to the large statue, grabbing her hand once again and leading her through the sea of people.  "Now go on, get your ass up there." 

"This is so humiliating." She huffed climbing up onto the platform.  

"Oh yeah, that's it right there. You look great up there. Even the great Bambino approves." Jude smirked, pulling out his phone. 

Hailey took a deep breath and once again opened her mouth. 

"Take me out to the ball game," she began. 

"Louder." He shouted. Gaining the attention of some passers-by. 

"Take me out to the ball game, take me out to the crowd." She sang, her voice a little shaky. More people stopped to watch, her nerves were on high alert as a crowd started to form. 

"Buy me some peanuts and cracker jacks. I don't care if I never get back." She started to gain some confidence as the crowd began to sing along. 

"Oh, then root, root, root for the home team. If they don't win it's a shame. For its one, two, three strikes you're out. At the old ball game!" She finished strong, her face a deep shade of crimson as the crowd around her sang along and cheered. She took a shaky bow, losing her footing she started to fall. Hailey closed her eyes, bracing for the moment she connected with the concrete when she was caught by a pair of strong arms. She looked up to meet his dark brown eyes. 

"Looks like I swept you off your feet." He chuckled, making her blush even more. She stayed cradled in his arms for what felt like forever, studying his face, long gone was the baby-faced boy she knew once upon a time. Replaced by a strong jawline, plump lips, and deep brown eyes that held just the tiniest crinkles in the corners. His hair was shorter but just as deep brown as she remembered.  Wait.. if she could see his hair that meant, where was his hat. "Ah, Jude." She spoke as the crowd around them gasped. "Yeah?" 

"Where's your hat and glasses?" 

He looked down at his feet finding the red Phillies hat and aviators. They must have been knocked off when Hailey fell. "Time to go." He grabbed her hand and the two began running, they tucked into another alley hiding behind a stack of palettes he pushed her up against the brick wall, their bodies pressed together his hand came up covering her mouth. "Shhh," he whispered, their eyes meeting as he slowly lowered his hand. His eyes studied her face, settling on her pink full lips. He imagined what they'd feel like pressed against his all these years later. They had a good thing going, they had established a friendship. He didn't want to rock the boat but he couldn't stop himself.  As if being pulled by a magnet he leaned in closer lips parting in anticipation 

"We should probably get outta here." Hailey breathed out. He hung his head in defeat.  Maybe she didn't feel the same way, maybe all the damage done so long ago was not able to be repaired.  Or maybe, she was just as scared as he was. someone had to take that leap. 

"Yeah. We probably should." He breathed out standing up straight as Hailey began to move. He grabbed her wrist pulling her towards him. His lips crashed down on hers, she tensed immediately but she didn't pull away. Instead, she melted right into his kiss, lips moving together in perfect sync. Jude pulled away, resting his forehead against hers. "Took you long enough." Hailey smirked, catching him by surprise. He leaned back giving her a surprised look. "You.. you wanted me to kiss you?" 

"Of course. I have wanted that for 10 years. I just didn't want to make the first move." She smirked, turning and walking down the alley. Jude stood rooted in place. 

"Well, are you just going to stand there, or are you coming?" She shouted over her shoulder. Jude shook his head, a smile playing on his lips as he turned and walked down the alley, taking her hand in his. His life was crazy but out of everything Hailey was the only thing that ever made sense, he was finally home. 

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[senorincognito69]

Milkshaked (illustrated TF tale - man into cow-TG by SkS)

(Man into cow-TG)*

Art by MistyMorning: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/mistymorning/

Original: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/47991615/

Light slashed the darkness as Darren opened the fridge door.

The man leaned forwards to inspect the interior. His skin smelt of soap, he was just  wearing underwear and sandals, having come out of the shower looking for something to satiate his thirst.

Darren smacked his lips, looking around, his eyes stopped when he saw the milkshake cup… on Devin’s shelf. Devin was his older twin sister, older by a whole minute as she loved to remind him. She often told him not to touch the food and drinks on her shelf and Darren had equally often disregarded such demands.

This time was no different.

With a wide smirk Darren grabbed the cup and closed the door.

“Thank you, sis!” he gloated.

With the cup in hand he moved from the kitchen into the living room, it was a lofty two storey penthouse, most of the outer walls were large windows. Darren was home alone that afternoon. on the city skyline the sunset was slowly giving way to the night. The chattering of the late news was coming from his phone, which he had left on the table, near to the towel he had used after his shower.

“...has been declared guilty after all the evidence showed he had taken seventeen million dollars from the public transport fund for the construction of a beach house in Florida,” said the controlled woman’s voice from the device. “Now, the local news for the Baltimore area,” the newswoman continued. “Bella Tanner, a thirty six year old lawyer well known for having participated in the last mayoral elections, yesterday suffered a hormonal outburst and metamorphosed into a cow during a meeting with members of the legal firm she named after herself. One of her interns filmed this short clip of the events.”

Sounds of snapping bones and ripping clothes began to echo around the living room, followed by a long low bellow, then Bella’s inhumanly deep voice babbling.

“Muuuuuh toooooits so duuum fuuuuull! Why nuuuune of you muuuulk meeeeh, cuuuuuckless boooostards! MOOOOOOOO! Woit! Youuuuu filmuuuuu me?! STOP! STUUUUP! RIGH MUUUUH! I WILL FUUUURIE YOOOOOOOOH!”

A crash, screams and more angry bellows.

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Darren shook his head.

“Women will be women until they aren’t anymore by using that Shift Inc. crap,” he chuckled, thinking out loud. “How dumb would you have to be to do that to yourself? Now… Come to think of it, didn’t Devin say she had bought one of those hormonal thingies? A bovine-something-something… Hmph! Hope that duffos ends up transforming herself too, it would be pretty freaking funny! At least as a cow she would only be a bother to the farmer!”

He laughed and began to suck on the straw, drinking the milkshake as the newswoman continued talking in the background.

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“...Takecare Insurance took charge of the situation, ensuring the former lawyer’s well being after the transformation and arranging for her transportation to a nearby dairy facility. Her husband declared he planned to take legal action, but so far no more accusations have been disclosed…”

“Hmmmmm…” Darren nodded, mindlessly sucking and chewing the straw, he was heating up. “You’re gonna mate with a lot of beefy bulls from now on, aren’t ya, Bella…? Stuuuuuupid lucky cow… only having to worry about… milking and fuuuuuucking…”

The newswoman’s voice became a muffled background buzz.

Darren was getting lost in the aphrodisiacal taste of the milkshake, the softest mix of chocolate and milk to ever grace his throat. It made his blood rush, his pupils dilated and his brain… fogged with enticing thoughts of uppity women getting reduced to livestock…

His penis had gotten hard… very hard…

He had never had that impressive of a penis, but his cock was reaching absurd proportions inside his underwear. Not just the phallus itself, but his scrotum too, growing heavy and full, a new pair of protuberances, it felt like having three cocks.

A bulge formed at the front and in the rear too, another new lump sprouting and thickening from the end of his spine. Darren didn’t care, at least not yet, he had an idiot's smile on his face as he kept drinking. His ears slowly stretched through and out of his long blond hair, long and round…

Those ears shook and suddenly were coated in short black fur…

They seemed…

Bovine…

“Hmmmmuuuuuhhhh…” Darren mumbled. “So gooooooooooood,” he wished the milkshake could last forever. His rear was gradually expanding, his whole body in fact, that, combined with swelling bulges on the front and back of his pelvic area began to tear and rip his underwear, but he still didn’t care. “Mooore! Want mooore…!” He began to tiptoe, slightly slipping out of the sandals. Above his over inflated ball sack an intense heat was focussed in the skin, a drilling, mind blowing lust that flared all of Darren’s senses. “Me…” he snorted, his cow ears standing up tall. “Me… WANT… MOOOOUUUUUUUHREE!”

Darren took a step forward, bellowing out his lust.

His fingers lost their grip of the milkshake, the cursed cup crashed and splashed to the floor.

A loud ripping sound soon followed.

On his rear flesh gave birth to a cunt that would birth calves.

He stood confused for a while, his ears flickering, his vision flashing… and the changes continued progressing…

“Uh…? Uh…?” the guy babbled looking behind him.

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With a puzzled expression he grabbed the cow tail and pulled.

“Uh?!”

He pulled - and felt it on his pine. His body continued expanding rapidly , completely tearing his underwear. He took another couple of steps forward, losing his sandals, yet, despite being barefoot, he still felt as if there was something between the floor and his feet.

Something that clopped.

“Are those HUUUUUUUVes?!”

Darren began to panic, pulling at the tail, snorting.

“What’s wroOOOOoooong?!” he cried… and stopped… because he finally saw his crotch… and how much his cock had been deformed.

“Muuuuuu!”

Pink, vividly pink and veiny, it was still swelling between his thighs. His scrotum had developed a pair of teats and the weight of his balls had been replaced by… something else…

He left the tail swinging freely and grabbed his cock, feeling a pulse of pleasure.

“MOOOOOOH!” Darren squeezed, it didn’t feel hard, or at least not as hard as a penis should.

The pressure grew, he grew, his swollen cock shrank slightly to match the other teats in the udder. The glowing heat under the tail, his tail, near his anus, screaming, begging for attention. Fingers had started to feel numb when he moved them towards that heat, terrified of what they would find.

He touched blindly with what was becoming a hoof in the making, he held his breath, the leathery exterior… the wet inner warmth… The hoove slipped inside the tight clench, there was a squish, a chill rushed up his spine, turning into fireworks in his brain and fear in his mouth.

“NO! NO!” his lower hooves stepped on the milkshake cup, splashing more milk around. Darren stared at the milkshake while his fingers fused into double digit hooves, he already knew what was going on, but didn’t want to admit it, as if denying reality would save him when he was already on his way there. “Cuuuuuuuuunt!” he said through gritted blocky teeth. “COOOOOOW CUUUUUUUUUUNT!”

A pattern of fur was sprouting across his tense skin, white and black, his skull pushed outwards and his face became a muzzle. His chest barrelled, Darren waved his lengthening arms and his snapping wrists, in a desperate attempt to combat the cracking in bones that wanted him to fall.

His weight was now way beyond human, he tried to move away from the cup, barely able to stand up, barely able to be mistaken for a man. As if teaching him a lesson for wanting to deny the obvious truth, his tail slapped his pussy, pleasure vibrated and he cried.

“NOOOOOO! MRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU! I DUN’T WANNA! THIS AINT FAIR! IT’S DEVIN’S FAUUUUUUUUULT! DEVOOOOOON! MRUUUuuuuuUUUUU! IT’S DOOOOOOVIIIIIIIINS! FOUUUUUUUUUUUUHMMMMMMMMMM!"

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No person nor beast can defeat gravity just on a sorry whim.

What must happen, happened.

“MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

With a long bellow, perhaps the longest bellow, Darren dropped down onto all fours, to be sealed into that state for the rest of his life. His udder was shaken violently by the heavy landing down onto four hooves, the shaking strong enough to finally split what was once a singular cock into two teats.

Curses, anguish, panic, indignation, anger, frustration, all in the forms of moos as every attempt to stand up failed.

That long blond hair was quickly lost.

A neck that grew thicker as the cow grew fatter, speech making less and less sense.

“AMMUUUUUUU! AMMMMOOOOOOOOOOO! AMMMMMMMH MOOOOOOOON! AM AAAAAH MUUUUUUN!” Darren gave a hefty grunt. “AM MOO MAAAAAN!” was she?

Words that were spoken by a fat cow’s mouth, in a fat cow’s head, a fat cow with a full udder and a needy cunt. Changes were making certain that nobody would ever again make the mistake of thinking that Darren was what she wasn’t: A human male.

Holstein fur had claimed every single inch of skin, a skull that was completely reshaped into a bovine’s - that lacked horns, a bloated body and the fit muscles of a healthy young heifer. Her protests mattered not at all in the presence of the growing pressure in her udder.

How did she dare make fun of a sister with such a need not so long ago?

She squeezed the cup with her hoof.

“MUUUUUUUUUILK!” she mooed. “MUUUUUUUULK MUUUUUUU! MOOOOOLK! MOOOOILK MEEEUUUUH! MUUUUUUULK! MRUUUUUULK! MRUUUUUUUUUH! MROOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

There was no grace to Darren’s final human babble, she mooed about milk and being milked, with nobody around to witness the conclusion of her humanity.

A cow in a penthouse loft.

An angry cow, full of rage, lust and milk.

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Bellowing loud enough for her moo’s to echo throughout the city she began to leap and jump around, she could have been a good broodmare if she hadn’t happened to be a dairy cow. She bucked and trashed and crashed. The buzzing cell phone was sent flying along with the whole table, a window smashed and a TV screen too, the marks from her hoof imprinted in a bashed fridge door. Each stroke with her hindquarters squeezed her trembling udder, liberating some of the pleasure in the form of milk splashes.

But such a large cow couldn’t keep up such a rage-filled performance for too long. She eventually stopped, gasping, tired. After mooing softly a few times her nostrils twitched and her belly growled.

Hunger…

Not long after the end of that bovine storm keys sounded on the other side of the apartment's door. The cow lifted her head, her mouth munching on one of the house plants. Devin came in, as a fine twin she looked just like Darren if Darren had been a hot cosmopolitan blonde… and not a cow.

She slowly took off her sunglasses as she took in the disastrous scenario.

The large cow stared at her without stopping her munching.

The city woman and the chewing farm beast looked at each other during a silence that felt longer than it really lasted. Devin blinked first, she looked around, saw the cup, the torn underwear, didn’t need anything more to formulate a correct guess.

“Hey, HEY! Stop chewing MY house plants, you damn barnyard whore!”

“Mooo! MOOOO!”

“Suck it up, moron, you shouldn’t have needed to be warned about what’s in MY milkshakes as I expected you not to touch the fridge shelf that you've been told a million times not to touch! Serves you right, I hope it was tasty enough?” Devin chuckled. “Well, congratulations, now you are the farmer’s problem!”

“Muuuuh…!”

Devin lifted a finger, pulled her phone out from her purse and quickly slid her fingers over it to make a call, the cow chewed a bit more of the plant.

“Don’t eat any more plants, that can’t be good for you!”

“Moo!”

They didn’t have to wait long for someone to answer the phone, Devin put the phone in her ear, walking up and down.

“Dad, you are not gonna believe what happened…!” Devin said gleefully… only for her face to immediately turn into a frown of surprise. “Oh, you DO believe it, uh…?” she sighed. “Yes, completely transformed, there was nothing left when I came in… Yes, yes, a cow, a fucking cow, she’s a cow now. Shouldn’t you be more upset about your former son getting in line for the milking parlour?” a pause. “Former YOUNGER brother, thanks… uh?” Devin quickly glanced at the cow. “By the looks of it, a fat cunt and a full udder, the duffus couldn't keep it for herself and wrecked the whole living room, it’s a total catastrophe, you should… Kind? What kind?” Devin stopped, looked  at the cow again, the cow looked back at her, trying to appear dignified as she munched. Devin crossed her arms, smirked wickedly. “She’s a fat horny hornless holstein…!”

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[faghubby]

WIFE AND SISSY

I was nervous as I stood holding Jamie's hand.

"Here he comes" Jamie told me excitedly. "Now just shake his hand and thank him for pleasing me for you." She told me.

He was a

Arge black man, Jamie jumped into his arms. I looked around the park to see if anyone noticed. My wife kissing this huge black man. He put her down. Jamie motioned to me.

"I want to thank you" I said going to shake his hand. Jamie looked at me sternly.

"I want to thank you for pleasing Jamie like I could never do" I said

"My pleasure" he responded smiling he shook my hand his hand engulfed mine.

"Why don't I buy you girls some lunch" he said turning to Jamie. She motioned for me to follow as she held his hand. She ignored that he had called me a girl. We sat at an outdoor bistro. Jamie openly flirted with Don. When the waitress came over Don ordered for us all. He didn't ask just ordered.

"So, Tomas. You work where?" He asked me. I had been layed off months ago and had not found another job. Jamie just laughed her hand obviously in his lap.

"Just teasing, I may have a lead on a job for you" he told me. Giving me a name and number to call.

"That's great, thank you" Jamie told him. Then looked at me.

"Yes thank you" I responded. He waved off as it was nothing. We ate and he paid the bill.

"Tommy, give Don your car keys." Jamie told me. "You can take the bus home. I am going to over to Don's place" she told me. I handed Don my keys.

"Do you have bus fair?" Jamie asked as if I was a little kid. I just nodded. Knowing she was going to get fucked by this mountain of a man. We parted ways. I walked to other side of the park and caught the bus home. A few minutes later I got a text. It was a pic of Jamie on her knees sucking Don's big cock. Jamie had been sleeping with him for three weeks now. She had confessed the very first time. But told me she wasn't going to stop. She had caught me on our security system wearing her clothes. And decided she needed a real man. She had me wear panties 24/7 now and allowed me to dress up when we had sex. Which was more like lesbians see then anything else.

She made no secret from family and friends that she slept with other men. Or that I was shaved smooth and wore panties. My sister wasn't surprised having caught me wearing her clothes several times as a kid. Quite a few of my male friends just stopped talking to me altogether.

I so wanted to play with myself but held off knowing Jamie would be disappointed. I called Alex the job offer Don had told me about.

"Hello"a woman answered.

"Yes, I am a friend of Don's and" I started

"Is this Tomas?" Shs said.

"Yeah, I am looking for Alex" I said questioning

"Yes, I am Alec. Can you start tonight?" She asked. I wasn't even aware what the job was. But was thrown by the conversation "

"Yes" I replied.

"Great, 245 Baltimore st. At 11pm. Tell Adam your meeting me" she told me and hung up. I still didn't know what the job was and at night? I decided to try and take a nap since I would be up late. Jamie woke me it was already dark.

"Hey sleepy head. She was naked and climbing into bed. She lowered herself to sit on my face and large globs of cum instantly flowed into my mouth.

"I love your gentile tounge after his big strong cock" Jamie told me. When she was happy I had cleaned it all she moved and allowed me to clean her ass as well.

Then she jumped in the shower.

"I called that job, Don told me about" I told her.

"Great" she said through the steam of the shower

"Meeting her tonight" I told Jamie.

"Her?" Jamie said stepping out of the shower.

"Alec is a woman" I informed her. I went to jump in the shower as well. Jamie stopped me.

"Don't you like Don's cum all over your face?" She asked. Leading me to the bedroom. She opened her drawer and pulled out her strapon. I took it and knelt putting it on her.

"You like my big cock so much" she teased bending me over she pulled down my panties. Jamie had been training me to take it fucking me several times a week. It slid it with very little resistance.

"Your first pay check I want you to buy a bigger one" she told me as she fucked my ass.

"Where are my keys?" I asked as I went to leave.

"Don has your car, just take the bus" she told me. I ran to meet the bus. No one except a middle age man even looked up at me. And he seemd to be checking me out.

The building was locked when I got there. Adam was night security and let me in.

"She is on the 12th floor" he told me. When the elevator opened Alec was waiting. She explained that she owned a cleaning company. And I was going to be cleaning offices. I couldn't do this I thought. I used to work in buildings like this I had an office this wasn't me. I told Alec no thank you and left. I called Jamie.

"It's a cleaning service" I told her.

"I know Don told me" she responded. "I figured it was a perfect job for a sissy boi, now you march back up their and get the job" she told me. I wasn't happy but did as she said.

"Alec, I am sorry Yes thank you for this opportunity " I told her. She teamed me Roseta a Spanish woman who showed me what I was expected to do. She had me scrub the bathrooms and remove all the trash. It was simple enough but they moved fast. I had trouble keeping up. I took the bus home. I was exhausted. Jamie was asleep still. I woke her. She was naked.

"Don spent the night" she told me. Then pulled me down to her crotch. I licked his dry cum off her then continued till she came on my tounge. She went and jumped in the shower I fell asleep still in my clothes. When I got up Jamie wasn't home from work yet. I showered and shaved myself smooth as she liked me to be. Then got dressed. I dredded going back to work tonight but knew what Jamie would say. Jamie came home around 6.

"You didn't make dinner?" She was disappointed. But she handed me a bag. In it was a huge black dildo.

"It fits in my harness" she told me excitedly

"It's really big" I told her worried.

"Don't be silly I know you can't wait to try it" she dragged me into the bedroom. She had me strapon on her harness and she attached the toy. Shs just motioned for me to bend over. I took off my pants and got on the bed. She applied lube. And stood over me on the bed. She slowly worked this massive toy into my ass.

"It's so much bigger then my old one" she cooed the head popped in and I gasped.

"Breath baby, you want this" she told me. She waited till I became accustomed to the much larger size then worked it an inch at a time in and out.

"You are going to be so queen sized after this" she laughed. The mixture of pain and pleasure was driving me wild.

"Halfway" she said I already felt I was stuffed full. Cum had already soaked my panties. As she pushed more in.

"That's it baby you took all 11 inches" Jamie said proudly. Then started with longer strokes. She was so turned on I felt her wetness on her thighs everytime she pushed it in.

"You are such a fucking faggot" she told me as she fucked my ass. She collapsed on top of me driving it balls deep.

"OH God that was good" she said pulling it from me. My ass felt like it was torn open. I just laid on the bed.

"You better get showered and ready for work" she told me. I could barely walk but did as she told me.

"Tommi, maybe you should start wearing this as well" she held up a bra to my chest as I went to get dressed. I rolled my eyes.

"Is that a no?" Jamie asked.

"People will notice" I explained.

"So, are you ashamed at being my little faggot" Jamie asked.

She didn't wait for a response instead just put it on me. She then picked up my dirty panties and had me lick them clean. My panties matched my bra. I wore a sweatshirt so no one would notice. Don still had my car.

"Let me take your car" I told Jamie

"What if Don calls and wants me to come over. No I need my car" she told me. So again I took the bus. I worked even slower that night my ass aching. The ladies became annoyed. But just rushed me along. When I got home my car was in the driveway. I found Don and Jamie in bed asleep.

"Jamie, you got to get for work" I said kissing her softly.

"OH hi, sweety" she said the blanket fell away and she was naked.

"Don, it's time to get up" she said kissing him. He grabbed her and tried pulled her on to him.

"I can't I will be late" she told him getting off.

"Tommi, do you want to suck Don's cock" she asked pulling back the covers to show me his hard thick cock. She guided me to it.

"Go ahead" she told me. Putting it in my hand. And pushing my head down. I gave in and took him in my mouth. Jamie had made me suck her strapon before this wasn't much different it tasted better and was warm I thought. Don turned on the news and Jamie jumped in the shower. I was still sucking his cock when she got out. Her hands ran across my butt. A moment later her grabbed my head and held me as he came. I was choking on his cum when he finally let me go. I just could swallow fast enough. Once I caught my breath I licked him clean.

Jamie said nothing. Just got ready for work Don got up and showered and left before her.

"You really liked his cock" she told me rubbing my crotch thru my jeans. "You would make a pretty redhead" she informed me then left for work. I went to bed. I got up and made dinner.

When Jamie came home we ate then she took me into the bedroom and dyed my hair red.

"See you look so pretty" she told me. It was OK I guess but I didn't know why. At work I start to get into the routine and did a lot better. I had given up asking about my car. And bought a bus pass. When I got home Jamie was up and waiting for me.

"I really love the red" she told me. She wore her new strapon and bent me over the couch. She spent the next hour pounding away on my ass. When she pulled out she pushed her hand in.

"I can fist you now" she told me laughing. I just moaned as she did.

Jamie continued to push my boundaries, having me dress up fully and go out in public. She had my hair grow out and kept it red. I often found Don. Had spent the night and when he did it wasn't uncommon for me to give him a blowjob when he did. A few months later I found myself in yoga pants and a pink tee with a black bra showing thru while I went to work. They all knew by then that I was sissy boi. Jamie and I are planning a second wedding. So we can become officially Wife and Sissy.

[minefield-of-a-ninja]

Summary: A hot tip turns into a hot night.

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V

Characters: Soldier Boy x unnamed female character/female reader (1st person POV) x William Butcher

Tags/warnings: Dirty talk, name calling, rough sex, Dom/sub, slapping, spanking, bruising, like I said it’s rough, forced orgasms, Butcher refers to himself as Daddy and Ben mocks him for it, rimming, anal, come marking, squirting, choking/breath play

Author’s notes: supercock is for @wayward-and-worn. The rest is for @glassjacket and @brrose-apothecary

Gonzo journalism is an energetic first-person participatory writing style of journalism that is written without claims of objectivity, often including the reporter as part of the story using the first-person narrative, and it draws its power from a combination of social critique and self-satire. The word gonzo is believed to have been first used in 1970 to describe an article about the Kentucky Derby by Hunter S. Thompson, who popularized the style.

As previously mentioned, I have a thing for hot guys who are trash humans who wouldn’t be welcome in my mom’s dog’s house out in the backyard. With Butcher, though, I've convinced myself he wasn’t all bad, just on the surface, which worked for us both; that story helped me sleep at night.

Soldier Boy, on the other hand-

“Hands and knees,” he barks before turning to Butcher. “And you, on your back. Get your face up in that filthy-soaked pussy.”

It’s rumored that Soldier Boy performed black ops for the U.S government in the 60s and 70s; that he used a fire hose on civil rights activists in Birmingham and led the Kent State massacre. My boss at the Baltimore Sun told me he had a source in the 60s who claimed to have evidence that it was Soldier Boy who assassinated President John F. Kennedy. That source was found face down in the Potomac the very next day.

Regardless of how bad he is, Butcher and I obey his orders.

“Beautiful view, love,” Butcher mutters, and I hiss when his mouth connects with my cunt. His whiskers are rough and his lips are plush. He uses his tongue to lick through my seam and wraps his hands around my hips to guide me over his face. I let my head hang and close my eyes to just feel.

Then the real fun starts.

“Fuck!” My eyes fly open and my head pops up when the supe smacks my ass.

He drags his nails down my back and my skin breaks into gooseflesh. I shake and sob when he smacks me again and again before grabbing a handful of my hair to painfully jerk my head back. His voice is deep and low in my ear as he arches over me.

“I’m gonna eat this juicy ass of yours and fuck it raw, princess.” He uses his teeth to drive the point home, clamping the shell of my ear then the side of my throat, my shoulder, and the skin of my back as he makes his way down. “This ass is a work of art, can’t wait to get my dick inside you.”

Butcher smoothes his hands from my hips to wrap around my thighs so his partner in crime can grab my cheeks and spread them open. He spits and licks my back hole just as Butcher works my cunt with lips and tongue.

I close my eyes again as they move me over each other, both making lewd smacking sounds and moaning.

“So hot and dirty,” Soldier Boy mutters against my hole then spits again and works the tip of a finger inside me.

I gasp and clench, and my back tenses, but he doesn’t stop. Instead, he twists his finger, screwing it deeper, and nips at the curve of my ass.

“Yes,” I whisper when he starts to thrust that finger hard. He smacks me again and squeezes a super-sized bruise into my other hip, eliciting a shout from my chest and tears from my eyes.

Butcher slips two fingers inside me and sucks my clit. “C’mon, love,” he breathes. “Come for Daddy.”

“Get him nice and messy, princess.” Soldier Boy speeds up the finger fucking into me, slamming hard enough to jolt another shout from my lungs as Butcher uses the wide pads of his fingers to gently massage my g-spot.

Before I know it, I’m coming and convulsing over Butcher’s face.

The supe doesn’t wait for me to catch my breath before dragging me to the edge of the bed.

“We need lube.” He pulls my hips up high and slides one big hand between my open thighs to stroke my clit.

“In my bag,” I breathe.

Soldier Boy chuckles as he pitches forward to whisper in my ear. “Guess you get what you came for, huh?”

I shudder from the promise and the sound of his voice. He hooks a thumb inside my ass as he circles my clit with his thick fingertips, making me whine.

Butcher makes his way back to the bed with the bottle of lube and condoms from my bag. “Yer positively debauched, love. A thing o’beauty.”

“Butcher,” I whisper, trying to maintain some kind of connection to reality. But the real reality is... I want them to help me forget about reality, if only for a few hours until I get my story and get the fuck out.

As Butcher steps up onto the bed, the other man wraps his hand around my throat and starts to squeeze. “Close your eyes and feel what I’m doing to you,” he whispers. “Think about what I’m going to do to you.”

He slowly releases his grip, then, and stars explode behind my closed lids. My body convulses again, just like before, but longer.

Butcher crouches in front of me and cups my chin to hold me steady, looking into my now open eyes to check-in.

“I’m good,” I tell him and he nods once before standing.

I hear a condom wrapper tear and the lube cap snap open. Butcher watches as the supe opens me up and steadily pushes forward.

“Ahh!” The sting is delicious from being barely prepped and his size. My body flushes with heat and I’m panting like a dog. As he sets a rhythm, pulling me back onto his cock, Butcher cups my chin again and feeds me his own.

The push and pull between them is more intense than I even expected. They’re both incredibly strong, of course, but they’re also effortlessly in sync, sharing my body as if we’ve done this a million times before. It’s practically spiritual.

“Wish I had a camera so I could always remember the way you look being our little fuck toy,” Soldier Boy mutters, abandoning my clit to reach up and push at the back of my head, making me swallow Butcher’s cock deeper. “That’s right, good girl.”

Butcher groans and backs up, slipping from my mouth and I cough. He squeezes his angry-looking cock at the base and swears. “Fuck.”

“Coming already?” the supe smirks, hoisting me up so his broad chest is firmly pressed to my back. “Maybe you should sit this one out, slugger. Take some notes.”

Butcher growls as he steps off the bed before crossing the room to the small kitchenette table and chairs. His cock is hard and tall. He squeezes it again as he shakes a cigarette from the pack and lights it.

“Man, her ass is so tight,” Soldier Boy needles at his benched comrade as he cups my breasts and pulls the nipples taut. “At this point, I don’t even have to fuck, she’s doing all the work. Hot little bitch bouncing on my dick.”

Butcher snarls as I fuck myself on the superhero’s cock. I can’t help but join in the torment. It’s the least I can do.

“He’s so thick and hard, Butcher, so deep.”

“You hear that, Daddy?” Soldier Boy mocks Butcher’s nickname for himself. “She loves my cock. Don’t you, princess? I’m going to make you come like this, and then I’m going to fuck your pussy ‘til you show us how good you can squirt. Understood?”

I nod and fuck him harder.

He growls in my ear and bites down on my shoulder. “What was that?”

“Yes! Fuck!”

I feel like I’m about to boil over. I’m so hot and full, and everything is too much. And then I come again.

I fall back on all fours, only because he’s still holding my hips as he pulls out. Then he lets me slump to my side and peels off the empty condom. “On your back. I want to feel it when you squirt and I want to see your face.”

He climbs on the bed and I gingerly move to my sore backside. My ass stings from his game of slap and grab, and my shoulder blades are scratched from his teeth and fingernails.

He tucks himself between my legs and settles on his haunches. “You are so fucking filthy.” He dips in and kisses my mouth and my jaw and scrapes his teeth down the column of my throat as he slips the head of his cock up and down my slit. “Ready, doll?”

I loop my arms under his arms, around his waist and nod. He rises to kneel and hooks his hands under my knees as he begins a shockingly gentle pace, leisurely swiveling and sliding. I feel every bump and curve of him stroking my insides.

“Shit,” I breathe, skating my hands up his torso and across his beautiful chest and shoulders. He is so smooth and powerful.

“Talk to me,” he urges quietly. “Tell me how good I make you feel.”

“Everywhere, like a white-hot rod splitting me in two. So wet, how...”

“Mmm. Fuck,” he groans, then calls to Butcher. “Get over here.”

Butcher appears in my periphery, stroking his still hard cock, and watching me take a supercock like a motherfucking pro.

“When she comes, me and you,” he looks up at Butcher. “We’re going to give her exactly what she wants.”

Butcher nods and they both look back at me.

“OK, pretty girl, you ready?” Soldier Boy asks, snagging my gaze from Butcher.

I nod, dragging my hands back down to his slim hips. “Yes.”

“Say it,” he presses, driving into me slow and hard.

“I want it,” I reply.

“You want what?” He picks up the pace.

“I want you to make me come again,” I whimper.

“How?” He’s fucking me so hard now that I can’t contain my gasps and grunts.

“Hard and wet,” I gasp.

He nods and opens my legs as wide as they’ll go. “Smack her clit,” he tells Butcher, as he rails into me.

Butcher strokes himself with one hand and taps a few times, lightly, then harder, and harder again until it hurts so fucking good.

“Jesus fuck!” I shout undulating in the air under the control of a hundred-year-old super-powered mercenary.

“Fucking take it, you’re gonna come so hard.”

My skin burns hot and my muscles go rigid. I explode with a silent cry and spurt over Butcher’s brutal touch.

My cunt convulses violently around Soldier Boy’s cock and he pulls out. He drops me to the mattress and tells Butcher, “Do it.”

I lie limp and gasping for air as they jack themselves until they’re both coming over my belly and breasts and throat.

The supe groans and flops to his back, running a hand through his hair, and Butcher stumbles to the chair for another cigarette.

“Better get some food and water in you before round two.” Soldier Boy rolls off the bed and crosses the room to join Butcher for a smoke. He lights two and brings the second to me.

“I could use a shower and a nap. You two together are fucking insane.” I groan as I sit up to accept the cigarette. “I think we ripped a hole in the fabric of the universe.”

“Best fuck of your life, I get that a lot.” He turns back to Butcher, who has been oddly quiet this whole time. “We’ll take it easy on her next time, right? Give that hot little ass a rest.”

Butcher smirks then looks back at me. “Whatcha hungry for, love? I’ll order somefin’ delivered.”

I exhale as I answer. “Thai?”

The supe scoffs. “Uhh, no. Burgers. Or pizza. Fucking Thai...” he mutters, reaching across me to stub out his cigarette on the nightstand. “Get some more reefer and beer, too, and I’ll get our dirty girl cleaned up.”

Butcher opens his Grub Hub app as Soldier Boy stands and extends me a hand. I stub my own cigarette out before accepting his offer, and he leads me to the bathroom for a shower.

PART III

More Soldier Boy and/or Butcher

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[growtiredofpublicvulnerability]

zoos and aquariums are really fucked up like i love the environment but i think it took me until adulthood to realize that there’s not some endless basement or something where the animals go after hours to be free and have space… they’re just in those enclosures all freaking day and night. Have you ever been to the Georgia aquarium bc they have a WHALE in there. And all it can do all day is swim around in a circle. even if being in a tiny enclosure all day was healthy that aquarium would still suck bc there’s no flow to the exhibits and there’s no tank maintenance. There are dead fish in every tank!!! Baltimore aquarium is slightly better imo bc it at least has better tank maintenance as far as i can tell and the museum is really well designed (visitor experience wise) but still… The eel had no space to even turn around!

[gallavichsreddie1128]

Baltimore Part One (Will Graham)

Description: Will and his wife have a plan to take Hannibal's house from him

Warning: Oral sex

Word Count: 1,720k

I loved Hannibal. I loved him, I loved him, I loved him. But was I in love with him? My husband and I were both teachers and helped the FBI with cases. Will had this special power that he could see how people died and give it in very specific detail. Each time it seemed we’d catch somebody there was a copycat killer. Will had started seeing this physiatrist named Hannibal Lector. He was rich and had a huge mansion. He was very smart and helped us on these cases. He seemed to have everything. “He wants us to come over for dinner.” Will had told me. I was excited once I heard he was a good cook. We had gotten dressed up for the dinner as Hannibal requested.

I had a nice red dress that went down to my legs and showed some of my chest. Will didn’t have anything crazy fancy but we managed to make it work. I watched as he buttoned up the fancy dress shirt that I had gotten him for our anniversary years ago. We have been together since we were 16. He is the best man I've ever met and I love him so much. He looked so good in the shirt that it made me melt. I walked over to him and wrapped my arms around his neck. “You look wonderful baby.” He told me. I blushed everytime he complimented me. “But you look very sexy in this shirt.” I told him. I leaned in and whispered in his ear. “I wanna rip it off you.” His breathing picked up some and I gave him a little bite on his ear. “You can’t say things like that to me when we have somewhere to be.” He says.

Hannibal made us some really fancy dinner that I hadn’t heard the name of before. He had the most expensive wine and a crazy big kitchen. The food was amazing as was the wine. I closed my eyes and almost moaned at how good everything was. “You are a wonderful cook Mr.Lector.” I said to him. “Hannibal please and thank you!” He was also very handsome and charming. I loved Will but damn there was something about Hannibal. His accent was incredible and sexy. The fact that he could cook added to it. Will and him talked about the case we were currently working on as I ate the dinner in silence not really caring about the case right now. “So Will tells me you are very smart and almost went to Harvard.” Hannibal says now turned to me. I blush and chuckle “Yes but I took a different path.” I say. “Teaching is it?” I nodded as I chewed the rest of my food. “At least you’re putting your talent to good use.” “Cheers to that.” Will said, holding up his glass. I laugh as they both do it.

“Dinner was lovely Hannibal thank you for having us.” I said as we were leaving. “Thank you for coming Mrs. Graham.” “Y/N please.” He smiled and nodded. We left his big mansion and sighed. “It would be amazing to live in a house that big, especially with the dogs.” Will said. “Yeah it would.” I say.

I looked at Will like he was crazy. “You think Hannibal is doing all of the killings?” I asked him. “Y/N/N he isn’t the copycat he’s the chesapeake ripper.” I couldn’t believe what my husband was saying. Why did he think that Hannibal was the Chesapeake ripper? “Will that’s crazy. I mean what evidence do you have to support that?” I asked. “Babe, I've seen him do it in my visions and he drugged me.” I wanted to laugh at the first part but in reality Will’s visions were spot on. “How do you know he drugged you?” I asked. “I remember everything now from that night I couldn’t.” I felt like I had to believe him but he sounded crazy. “Ok let’s just say he did and is the Chesapeake ripper. What are we gonna do about it?” He shrugged. “Tell Jack?” I laughed at him “Baby he is sucking Hannibal’s dick. He wouldn’t believe that.” He sighed. “Maybe you’re right.” He said.

I stood in shock as the cops arrested Will. My body was frozen and my mouth was wide open. I couldn’t move as they took him away from me. Why the fuck was Will getting arrested? He didn’t even do anything. “He murdered all those people Y/N.” Jack said. Yet I knew he didn’t even believe that. “Bullshit and you know it Jack.” I said, “All the evidence points to him.” He tells me. “Hannibal did the killings, Jack not my husband.” I say. “Was that something Will got in your head?” I rolled my eyes. I’d rather Hannibal be in prison than my husband. “He might not remember doing it either.” Will did sleepwalk but I was always there with him. “I wanna speak to my husband, Jack.” I say ignoring him.

“God I miss you so much, being in here is a nightmare.” He tells me. I smile at him and sigh. “And how do you think I feel?” I asked him. “Sleeping alone, Having to wake up alone, having to touch myself.” I whisper the last part and he groans. “Trust me babygirl when I get out of here you won’t ever have to do that again.” I was dripping at his words. “Can’t wait.” He smiles. “So did they find evidence on Hannibal?” He asked. “No. They don’t even believe he would do something like that.” I say. “Oh but I would?” “Will I know you didn’t and whether or not I believe you about Hannibal, I'd rather him be in here than you.” “Yeah me too.” I hated seeing him locked up like this. “Maybe he’d let us take care of his house for him.” I joke but I saw something in Will’s eyes change. He didn’t say anything but I felt the tension.

“Will, are you kidding me? You hired someone to kill Hannibal?” I asked him. “He’s the reason I’m in here.” “So that doesn’t mean you get to have him killed!” “I’ve been thinking about what you said the other day.” He tells me. “What did I say?” I said a lot of things to him the other day. “About his house.” My eyes widened a bit. I was joking about it and after I said it Will had a different look in his eyes. “Will that was a joke I don't think-” “But it’s genius.” He shifted on the seat a bit. “Think about it. With all the dogs we have and the room we need.” Maybe he was dark and maybe he did kill all those people. “How would we go about this?” I was very curious about his plan. “We’d play him Y/N. We’d be friend him, fuck him, make him think he has us under his wing.” “Fuck him? You’d fuck another man?” I asked. He chuckled. “If it meant we’d have that house. I deepthroat him.” He told me with a very serious look in his eyes. “Well you’d let me watch right?” I asked with my lip in a pout. He chuckled and nodded. “Of course baby.”

Once Will was out of jail the plan was in action. Hannibal Lector’s house would be ours. “So I was thinking about how we’d go about this even further.” He tells me. “We act like we are having trouble in our marriage.” I hated that he thought of that. “Babe there’s other ways to do this.” I say. “But he’d think we are vulnerable. And that’s what we need.” He says. I walk over to him and wrap my arms around with neck. “It’s gonna be so hard to act like that baby. It better be worth it.” I say. “It will be baby.” “Oh and I wanna make the last move in our plan.” He shrugged. “Of course baby. I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He says.

I started seeing Hannibal days later. He agreed to be my psychiatrist after I told him that Will and I were having marriage problems. Will has been telling him that too. “He just doesn’t fuck me like he should anymore.” I say. “But he still fucks you?” I shrugged. “Barely. It’s all about him.” That wasn’t true, Will was a great lover. “I guess I just need to be fucked like I should be.” I made eye contact with him after. He clears his throat. “Are you implying something Mrs. Graham?” He asked. I stand up “Y/N and Do you think i’m implying something Hannibal?” I walk closer to him. “Well it appears to be that way.” I got on my knees in front of him. “What are you going to do about that doctor?” I asked. My hands take the notebook out of his hands and set it down. I undo his pants and pull his dick out. He was already hard. I started jerking him off and he groaned. I look up at him and smirk. He was breathing hard and his eyes were closed. Without warning I take him into my mouth and slowly take him to the back of my throat. His hands grabbed my head and forced me to take him deeper. I held back a gag as his dick was down my throat a little. He gasped out as I swallowed around him. He was twitching and his hips started moving. I could tell he was close. “Fuck i’m close.” He grunted and I went faster. Within seconds he was yelling out my name as his cum went straight down my throat. I swallowed all of it and pulled off him. After a few seconds he put himself back in his pants and adjusted himself. “Well that was something.” I smirked at him and stood up. “See ya next week Doctor.”

“So how was it?” Will asked me as I took off my shoes and greeted the dogs. “I sucked his dick.” I told him as I sat next to him. “How’d he taste?” I shrugged. “Like victory.” He laughed at my words and wrapped an arm around me. “Like in a few months that house will be ours.”

[brendaonao3]

Clueless is one of my all time favourite Steve/Thor fics, it's such a fun read and I love the final realisation as it dawns on Steve just how dense he's been all this time, he and Thor make such a great pair in this universe!

Thank you SO SO much!!! I adore Clueless - I had the best time writing it <3

And, because I'll probably never get around to fleshing it out & finishing it, here's the (very very) rough draft/ideas I had for the sequel that's been sitting in my Docs folder for forever - enjoy!

Steve woke up with a large, familiar hand on his dick and Thor's erection pressed against the cleft of his ass – which was pretty much his idea of heaven. He shifted his hips, rubbing against Thor's cock, precome working as a makeshift lube, as Thor started to rock against him, jerking Steve off nice and slow as a counterpoint.  

(slow, sleepy morning sex - Thor's told Steve he had a gig that's supposed to take him to Baltimore for a few days, so this is to 'tide them over' - as if that's even possible) 

When Thor rolled Steve to his back, Steve grimaced. "Really?" he griped. "In the wet spot?"

Thor grinned, wolfish and wide. "In ten seconds, you won't care."

"Beg to disagr – oh fuck!"

Thor smirked around Steve's cock, then got right back to work. Steve grabbed two handfuls of Thor's hair and hung on for dear life.

(Thor then blows Steve when he's all fucked-out and blissful)

"You know, for someone who'd never been with a guy before me, you've taken to cock-sucking like you're getting a degree in it."

Thor grinned, and nipped at Steve's hip.  "What's this degree in, I wonder? Pleasuring Steve Rogers?"

"Maybe?"

"And would you be teaching this class?"

"I could be persuaded."

"In that case, I may have to go for my Master's degree.  And then my Doctorate."

"No objections here..." Steve groaned, head thumping back on the pillow as Thor's lips closed over one of his balls.

Nope, he had no objections to Thor's academic pursuits in the slightest.

***

(Bucky dragging him out for a drink)

"To keep you from sulking," Bucky said.

"I do not sulk," Steve replied, totally sulking.

"Sorry, pining like a lovestruck boyfriend who sleeps on the sofa when Thor is gone because the bed is, how'd you put it, too fucking big without him in it, is that better?"

"Remind me why I put up with you."

"Platonic lifemate," Bucky replied.  "And the BFF code never lies."

"Pretty sure it made a mistake in our case."

"Keep it up and I'm rescinding the offer of you being my kid's godfather."

"You don't have any –" Steve abruptly dropped his mug to the table with a dull thunk.  "Oh my fucking God, Buck, you and Maria are <i>not</i>."

"Fuck yeah we are." Bucky's grin was so dazzling it could probably be seen from space.  "Just coasted through the first trimester, you're the first person we've told outside my mom and hers."

"And your mom kept it a secret from me?" Steve asked.  "I'm insulted."

"Well, we only just told her two hours ago, if that makes you feel better."

"It does. Holy shit, Buck," Steve said, and reeled Bucky in for a hard, back-thumping hug.  "Holy <i>shit</i>! I'm gonna be an uncle! You're gonna be a <i>dad</i>!"

"I know, right?! Fucking crazy." Bucky still looked dazed, but also so lit up from within that it was like he was his own power source. "I mean, who would have ever thought I'd be husband material, let alone parent material."

"You're gonna be amazing," Steve replied, dropping his hand over Bucky's to squeeze his fist.  "You kept me out of trouble for almost 30 years, so I'd say you've got a ton of practice."

"Good point," Bucky conceded. "I swear, you gave me more white hairs than all three of my sisters combined."

"Don't say that anywhere near Becca, she'd take it as a personal challenge."

They both shuddered in unison. "Good point," Bucky said, and rapped on the wooden table for extra luck. Where Becca was concerned, it was needed.

Bucky making some excuse to say he's got to stop by his mom's for something - and Thor's there, with his mom and Steve's mom and all of Bucky's family and Maria and Darcy and Sam and Nat and Clint and Rhodey and Stark and Pepper and -

"What the hell is going on?" Steve asked, looking around the backyard.  "Is it someone's birthday?" He racked his brain, trying to remember if there was a party he'd forgotten, but came up blank. "Is your mom throwing a baby shower already..."

He trailed off as Thor came out of the house, wearing a very nice, form-fitting suit.  

and Steve's very confused - and horny, bc Thor in a suit - and then Thor drops to a knee and

"What the..." Steve managed, even though he had a really good idea about what was happening and <i>wow</i>, holy shit, holy...

"Steven Grant Rogers, I would very much like to spend the rest of my life waking up with you just like we have every morning for the last two years we've been dating. Will you do me the highest honor of marrying me?"

"Really?  You really want to get married?" Steve asked, aware his voice was shaking. "To me?"

"Right now, if you'll have me. You've always said you wanted a small wedding and a big party after."

Right now? All of a sudden, the gathering made so much more sense. The fact that Thor had been paying attention to Steve's ramblings, and had asked everyone here... 

"Yes," he breathed, his heart so full it was bursting. Behind Thor, Bucky pumped his fist and mock-whispered <i>Finally</i>, but Steve could barely hear it over the roaring in his ears.

"Yes?" Thor repeated, like he couldn't quite believe it.

"Yes," Steve said, surer this time.  "A lifetime waking up next to you sounds just about perfect."

(Bucky became an ordained minister just to officiate)

(Thor and Steve slow-dance after)

"See, I told you all of those dance lessons would come in handy."

"One dance lesson," Steve corrected.  "You gave me one lesson."

"Clearly you only needed one," Thor replied, leading Steve into a turn as easy as breathing.

[inkyquince]

Hello I’m back I set a timer it has been 24 hours tell me about your listeners please

(Please don’t feel pressured get to this when you get to it I know your still settling in and junk)

RA Anon

I DID NEED A NAP AND A DR PEPPER AND A MOMENT.

But first of all, my favourite story line is forever Sam and Darlin'. Like everything with them and Quinn is so good, and them growing closer. Like fucker, let me suck them both silly that's so good. I do love the marcus storyline cuz something in me does think we shall meet him again and mans is just crying and grovelling, like he was in james' office. Also that storyline is just to juicy, with Anton, i know he has his own listener, but lemme kiss, and JamES- IMPERIUM JAMES ALSO BEING LIKE AN AWFUL PERSON WITH HYPNOTISM FUCKING AHHHH

Also the Vega storyline with Pet and Baby is great, imperium or not. The Cutie one is heart wrenching cuz like... I love Geordie but also there's also something obviously up with Cutie. Like WHAT THEY DOING ISNT NORMAL AT ALL, ESP IN THIS SOCIETY WHERE ITS AGAINST THE LAW, SO THERE IS SOMETHING WEIRD GOING ON WITH THEM.

Like the entire arc of David is so good too.... Nibble...

ANYWAY, THATS MY BEING AN IDIOT, MY LISTENERS are UNDER the Cut

Angel: Morgan, she/her

An actual trash goblin. Friendly, open, flirty and horny. Mixed, half Japanese and half Islander from Turks and Caicos in the Carribean. Some real daddy and mommy issues. Was sent alone to American to be with an aunt has had limited contact with her parents since. Instead of becoming a good child, she got a bit rebellious, cutting all of her hair off, getting piercings and a tattoo and being OPEN AND UPFRONT AND FLIRTY, hence David. She went from prepping to be a doctor for her parents, to picking the simpliest office job, because she didn't want work to be her life, even though she now enjoys it. She is now an Actuary in a consulting firm.

Baaabe: Dorian, he/him

Originally frmo Kuwait, his family changed their name to fit in. Quiet, somewhat stoic, but also has a subdued snarky and flirty streak. Likes to watch Asher dangle. He's a lawyer, and dear god let him REST. He's soft.

Baby: Theo, he/them

Theo is a genderfluid mess. Albino, sweet but has a rough side, especially after Ivan. I do miss Baby, AND NOT THE FLYBOI IVAN BABY, and somewhat wish for them to come back into the story, even if it's better for their mental health to be free again. Oh, yeah, they're from Baltimore.

Bestie: Wyatt, he/him

Blake's bestie? You better believe it. Wyatt has always been kind of a mess and sickly, so no wonder Blake's blood pressure is so fucking high. He's just tryna reconnect with his friend, mans doesn't know Blake is deep in the shit pool. He moved from Denver up to Dahlia as a kid.

Cutie: Azra, she/her

I DONT KNOW WHEN, BUT IN MY HEAD, CUTIE AND SWEETHEART ARE COUSINS. IT MAKES SENSE TO ME. TO ME. STEALTH AND MIND READER, THEY'RE COUSINS. So, yeah, Azra is Chinese, and a mess. Big ole mess. Traumatised and quiet and sad. Flings herself into relationships with a lot of intensity. She's from Shenzhen and her family moved to be with her cousin's in Dahlia.

Darling: Riley, he/him

THE MYTH, THE MAN, THE LEGEND, HERE HE IS. My favourite fucking Listener. Child of a messy divorce, father abusive. His mother left with her boyfriend turned husband to Dahlia to be with the Shaw wolfpack, and left him with his father and younger siblings. Was in and out of foster care, but CPS got in contact with his mother after his shoulder was shattered from physically fighting with his father. She took him and his siblings to Dahlia, where he struggled to fit in and was stand offish. Loyal but hates being included in the family of the Shaw pack. Isn't until the Sam story line does he try not to be as much as a fuck up. Scarred up, is trying to unlearn toxic behaviours. Very sexual, very snide, very rude and for some reason this cowboy decided to top him. Obviously, originally from Washington.

Deviant/ Freelancer: Inez, she/they

Another messy bitch. Hated Gavin VERY MUCH at first, before just kinda accepting him then it turned into fwb and then dating. In my heart, they were rivals to lovers. I do love her. Left her family to go to Dahlia and go to D.A.M.N. In a perfect world, the D.A.M.N crew are poly but yknow. She wanted to be friends with Kody, did find him intresting but yeah, would kick his teeth in now. Originally from Phoenix, Arizona, with a family that's orignally from Venezuala.

Love: Eli, it/its, he/him

Our puppet robot boy. Flat, but questioning. After the entire fiasco with Marcus, he's far more reserved and sad and distant with everyone, except maybe Anton and James. Wishes for their genitals to be removed, due to the event.

Lovey: Ajax/Matheo, he/him

THE FRESH NEW VAMPIRE ON THE BLOCK? YES, HE IS. His nickname is Ajax, from when he was in school and was apart of a small ancient history class and they studied the history of Troy, and they assigned each other a hero. He got Ajax, and almost always introduces himself as it. Flirty, questioning and smug. A photographer who just wanted to take some snaps of the abandoned amusement park, and now he's got fangs. His family has Dutch origins, but he's lived in Dahlia his entire life.

Starlight: Maeve, she/her

StARLIGHT AND AVIOR! Snarky, fun, and questioning about every little thing. She's way too interested in throwing herself into situations, just enough of a daredevil to be worrying. She's originally from Haiwaii, and lived in Honolulu. Forced to move at a young age due to their house being bought up and resold to be made into a touristy hotel.

Sunshine: August, he/him

I love Elliot and Sunshine. The picrew isn't that accurate, he has a grey streak in his hair and vitiligo. Likes that he has a weird ass dream hopper boyfriend and ngl... Would brawl bestie. Moved away from San Jose, and became childhood friends with Elliot, and they've been inseperable ever since.

Sweetheart: Kai, she/her

The OTHER HALF OF THE POWER COUPLE. She grew up in Singapore, but her family moved over to Dahlia when she was young. She joined the department ment and my god. Powerhouse. She is a menace. Loves horror, loves scaring people, is a bit weird, almost fey-like. Menace menace menace. Tries her best to look after Azra, but is worried about her. Aggro is her baby now.

THERE ARE A FEW OTHERS LISTENERS I HAVEN'T FULLY FINISHED, LIKE SMART ASS, BUT CAN YOU BLAME ME, I GOT SAM AND DAVID TO THINK ABOUT. PET IS FULLY DONE BUT I STILL GOTTA DO THE PICREW SO WILL REBLOG LATER WHEN THOSE LADS ARE DONE

[firelord-frowny]

dumb

i finallyyyyyyyyyyyyyy went to the national aquarium yesterday omg and had a grand old tiiiiiime and took a ton of pics and videos and i thoroughly enjoyed myself and will elaborate on the enjoyment in the near future!

but first i need to whine about an annoyingly unhappy thing that was hanging in the back of my mind for a lot of the time.

i went with both of my parents, which was fine, bc thats who i wanted to go with.

but i really would have fucking preferred to do it sometime around the FIRST time i asked to go, which was when I was ohhhh, i dunno, A CHILD??? When I was 10, 11, 12, and still aspiring to have a career in zoology. And there was never ever ever a reason why we couldn't go, other than that my parents ~didn't feel like finding parking.~ i can't even tell you all the shit my family has never done together SOLELY because ~it's hard to find parking.~ everyfuckingbody else on earth can find parking! everyfuckingbody else on earth can deal with a lil inconvenience if it means getting to do something fun/memorable or giving someone they love something special. but not my lame ass family!

so, here i am now, a whole 29 years old, FINALLY having a nice day at the damn aquarium with my parents.

and i'm looking around at all these tiny children having the time of their lives with their parents and i couldn't help but feel jealous. :/ I wanted to be a 10 year old running around and demanding that my parents pick me up so I can get a better view of what's swimming near the top of a tall tank. I wanted to nyoom through the gift shop and try out all the different toys and flip through the children's books, blah blah.

anyway, we get to the part of the aquarium that has the touch pools where you get to just fuckin pet stingrays and shit! and i was so excited bc there are so many sea creatures ive always wanted to touch! i touched a horsehoe crab and a jellyfish! IVE ALWAYS WANTED TO PET A JELLYFISH!!! And I was thrilled about it!

but neither of my parents would pet anything!

which i mean, obviously that's their right, and they dont have to touch anything they dont wanna touch, but it just made me feel super isolated and outcast and reemphasized just how utterly alone i've always felt within my own family. literally NOBODY that im related to delights in any of the same things I delight in, and it fucking sucks.

which i mean, duh, that's what ~friendships~ and ~peer groups~ are for, but i feel like most people have at least a LITTLE BIT in common with their families. songs they can listen to together and equally enjoy. places they're equally excited to go to. activities everyone looks forward to with genuine eagerness.

i have none of that and i really really really wish that wasn't the case.

also? a lottttttt of the staff who stand by the exhibits and share ~fun facts~ about various animals/plants/etc were high school volunteers. that's so fucking neat!

and in the back of my mind i was so hyperaware that if i had known about such a volunteer opportunity when i was in high school, there is 0 chance that my parents would have been willing to drive me up to baltimore a few days a week. even if it meant having something fantastic to add to my college applications. even if it meant getting valuable exposure in a career field i was interested in at the time.

i mean, ok, baltimore is about 45-60 minutes from here, which IS a bit of a drive, i know.

but where the fuck else around here would there have been an opportunity to immerse myself in something that was so perfectly aligned with my deepest passions and desires? where, within a 10 or 15 minute drive of my home, would i have been able to stand next to a death adder's terrarium and tell guests all about their extremely potent neurotoxic venom or that even though they're morphologically very similar to vipers, they're actually elapids like cobras and mambas?

nowhere! nowhere!

maybe i could have volunteered down at the rinky dink lil nature center near my house and told 2 people per day that the snake in the tank that's clearly labeled as a corn snake in bigass letters is a corn snake.

just, my enrichment and my exposure to the thing i loved most in the world wouldn't have been worth a few hours of my parents time on weekends and that makes me really kinda fucking sad because now im an entire real life grown adult with 0 of the connections or confidence or skills that i'd need to start living a life that actually incorporates my favorite things on a regular and sustainable basis, and now it's MYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY PROBLEM to try to fill in all the gaps that my parents were content to leave wide open just because they didnt fucking feel like nurturing the person i truly was.

honest to god, i cant look at a place like the national aquarium or the national zoo or any place like that, and feel like i deserve to even volunteer there. i dont feel like i deserve to even sweep the fucking floor. i'm watching the custodial staff mopping down the floor in the dolphin viewing area and all i can think about is how much i don't deserve to even do that. (which, obviously, isn't to say that being a custodian isn't an Important Job that requires its own skillset, but it's not a skillset that you need 4 years of overpriced education to excel at).

bc my dumb brain can't stop thinking: if my own damn parents didn't think i was important enough to expose me to things i was interested in even, WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY would literaally anybody else think i'm worthy of anything at all?? if i'm not important enough to be driven to an amazing volunteer opportunity as a kid, why would that same place think i'm important enough to let me volunteer there even if i did have a ride???? when there are soooooooooo many other kids who ARE important enough for their parents to go out of their way to help them reach their goals?

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AND YOU KNOW WHAT????

my parents did spend significantly more money than most parents spend on their kids for my violin stuff. my violin is Pretty Dang Expensive. they paid out the ass for me to go to tanglewood one summer. they drove me once a week to my violin lessons, which took up a couple hours of their time. i'm appreciative.

but i'm ALSO keenly aware that i literally didn't ask for any of it.

the only thing i DID ask for was to just play the violin in general. but i specifically remember being an orchestra major in middle school and asking my parents if i could take private lessons outside of school, and they unceremoniously told me that no, you greedy little child, we're not paying for more private lessons when you're already in the free music program at school.

but the second i got into high school and my orchestra director told my parents to put me in private lessons, nevermind the fact that i already had free lessons with a very decent teacher at school, my parents signed me up on the spot.

when my violin teacher told my parents to send me to tanglewood, they did. when my violin teacher told my parents to buy me a new, professional quality violin, they did.

they did all of those things because someone who Wasn't Me said it was important.

shit, i remember being like 15 and wanting to get a lil part time job working at petsmart, and they told me i couldn't do it, because they didn't feel like dropping me off or picking me up from the petsmart 10 fucking minutes away from our house.

lmao can you imaginnnneeeee all the confidence and self-actualization i could have developed if even one single thing i asked to do was facilitated and nurtured by my parents?????

and now i have to struggle to learn this shit on my own because it's Not Their Problem if their adult child is struggling??

i hate me.

[beesmygod]

you're visiting DC right? Youre probably already going to the smithsonian American art museum (it's in the same building as the national portrait gallery and the most accessible museum by metro. I like the portrait gallery less because many of their labels for their longstanding exhibits suck as art labels and as history labels.) but when you go make sure to check out the fourth floor--that's the open collection where some of their non exhibited works are still displayed! It's my favorite part of a museum like ever. I wish more museums had front facing collections 💜 there's a wonderful pair of ceramic cowboy boots, some hidden gem Jacob lawrences, a rare Joseph hirsch (the naked man. His political work is in collection but not on view rn), and a lot of glasswork! It's significantly less crowded than the rest kf the museum because most people get bored and leave before they get up to the final floor since new exhibits are on earlier floors. Also the women's art museum (a weird institution ngl) has an open library so you don't need a reservation to check out their collection usually. You can just look at their books and zines the same day you go there. If you're going a while though most museums have seperate libraries that you can book meetings for. I don't think you'd need to be a student to set these up you'd just need like 3 weeks lead time. If you venture out of the city at all you could take the MARC train to visit the national aquarium in Baltimore (the MARC is really nice to ride out in the direction. It doesn't run as reliably out to where i live -_-). And if you want cheaper food venturing greater dc area md and virginia are great places to get bites too. Idk what reputation the metro has countrywide or if you've been to dc before but it's simple to ride clean and very reliable so exploring is usually cheap. The buses in dc are metro too so them too! Also obligatory sorry about the weirdos! Love the comic and hope you enjoy your visit to dc!

this is an awesome tip, seriously, thank you. im dying of wanting to travel so stuff that gets me relatively away from people helps