#‘but light he’s a fictional character’ I don’t give a fuck girl what about the disabled fans who see that 🤣🤣🤣

[auricgold0]

Random ideas I doubt I’ll ever write but I want someone else too #1

-Wilbur finds a dog/ wolf and tames it, rushing around for the day trying to keep the dog in check. The dog's name is Ozi (short for ozymandias) could include Quackity but includes Tommy for help with pets and shit.

-Randomly Wilbur creates and drinks a potion which practically gives him powers. He uses it to his advantage, an inconvenience to Las Navadas ending in a burst of flames or really cute idk.

-Dsmp au or just like au in general where Quackity and Wilbur are like life and death, put together as systematic partners to keep each other in check.

-Quackity and Wilbur (Dsmp) accidently become parents. Wilbur jokingly applies for an adoption paper just to piss Quackity off but when a little girl shows up to Quackitys place havoc reeks. Quackity and Wilbur decide to take care of this kid but stay rivals, the girl going back and forth between them. Romance happens, they both ease up more but they still hate each other cause yk it's them.

-Wilbur puts on eye makeup and is forced around Quackity by like Tommy or something and Quackity is just a mess for him like that so his demeanour is more distracted

-Wilbur sneaks into the library in Las nevadas late at night and Quackity ends up bumping into him while foolish is Discussing renovations to the design, it being too out of place or sum. Wilbur tries to hide from Q but Quackity finds him and asks what Wilbur is doing here. Wilbur goes on about books and Quackity blurts out that he used to have one before remembering it was ghostbur. Angsty shit, Wilbur goes on about Ghostbur and how people preferred him and Q reassures him. Then Q offers to suggest Wilbur some books, asking his opinion on the design.

-Quackity taps into his more nightmare guy and freaks Wilbur out while gambling blah blah idk - inspired by Alastors game

A fic where Wilbur forces himself into Quackitys home and convinces Quackity to let him crash for a few days. Cue arguments and overly clingy Wilbur who tries to hide that fact. Maybe have it lead up to his ending where he says goodbye or they fall in love so like a cute ending. Have them learn more about each other either accidentally or on purpose. A way to know your rival through living with them.

-Book of life au. Wilbur is a journalist travelling to Mexico after years of not being there. Last time he was he met The chief(Schlatt) and the researcher from the place (Quackity or change what he is) he comes back and his love blossoms

-Character them somehow finds fan fiction of themselves and read it (idk)

-They end up in the real world having to adapt to society and try to act normal. Having to buy houses, gambling addiction, laws etc. Wilbur ends up staying or they both go back and have a sweet ending. In the London area. Quackity realising Las Vegas is real, they have to work together.

-People are always claiming how they are the sun and moon . NOPEEE. Quackity is the moon, Wilbur the stars both equally as light and dark as each other. Stuck together because they're both in the dark 24/7. Do something symbolic with that

-Wilbur is like idk questioning his sexuality and stuff so he tries to be stubble and ask Quackity but it turns into a argument idk. I’ll probably actually figure out a plot but I want there to be dancing with Quackity in the lead, teasing Wilbur almost.

-The ‘there’s only one bed trope’ but them. Plot twist they don’t fuck but instead share sleepy secrets or admirations about the other and Wilbur falls asleep for the first time in a while. Why? Because he’s next to Quackity😍

#quackity #tntduo #wilbur soot #dsmp #c!wilbur #c!quackity #fanfic #myct #dsmp fanfic #may write some of these in the future who knows #if u don’t wanna write it give me prompt ideas for the ones you want me too😭 #save a poor writer #writing prompt #writing

[subarashiihibi]

Please let 2024 be the year the durarara fandom stops making “jokes” about Izaya being in a wheelchair 😍😍😍

#literally the same jokes as 2016/2017 durarara fandom #like yes. he did this to himself and yes. he purposely makes it worse by refusing treatment #he’s still disabled ? i just don’t get it… #idk it just rubs me the wrong way cause why are you so quick to be like ’lol guys he’s in a wheelchair’ #like why is that funny. please answer quickly #‘but light he’s a fictional character’ I don’t give a fuck girl what about the disabled fans who see that 🤣🤣🤣 #u wanna make fun of the circumstances that led to him in a wheelchair cause he’s a coward? sure! #u wanna make fun of him specifically cause hes IN said wheelchair? hm. no! #watever maybe IM the snowflake 🙄🙄🙄 #it just feels like Izaya being disabled is a trivial thing #AND ANOTHER THING #can u ppl stop fucking saying shit like ‘omg I hope izaya gets out of his wheelchair :((((‘ girl fuck you #cause if you were saying it in good faith as in u want him to stop being so stubborn and self harming that’s one thing #but I know damn well it’s not and you just can’t stand that he’s disabled #ok Rant over I need to go study for biology lab test 🤓 #I think I said that last part already but I just felt like saying it again idk 🤷‍♂️

[blkkizzat]

ꨄ︎『Toji x TumblrSmutWriter!Reader』ꨄ︎

Toji x TumblrSmutWriter!Reader

18+ Minors - DNI

Summary: You shouldn't have left your phone out in the open bestie because now Toji just discovered his cute lil gf has a big slutty imagination and that means you're really in for it ❤︎ . CW: daddy/dilf kinks, humiliation, backshots, outdoor sex, toys, voyerism, breeding, overstimulation, lots of mentions of various kinks, light spanking, light spit play, meta concepts WK: 4.2k Black fem reader coded but no descriptors.

A/N: Y’all can blame my forgetting to take my adhd meds and my hangover yesterday for this one. I was laying on my bathroom floor regretting life choices, waiting on McDs Doordash and thinking up outlines for kinktober when this popped into my head. I thought it would be a quick drabble like 1k words to help my writers block with the "Bumpy Ride" Geto fic but lord knows I can't write shit under 3k, who am I foolin? I don’t even have a song inspo for how spontaneous and random this shit was lmfao but I still had to do a graphic for this one regardless (editing those notifications were hell). Edit- I lied the song inspo is: Girls Need Love Remix - Summer Walker ft. Drake.

Enjoy!

Imagine you are dating Toji and he finds out you secretly write Tumblr smut fics on the low. 

He comes over to your apartment one night after one of his ‘jobs’ ran late. He has a key, but is wondering where the hell you are as you usually greet him at the door. Going into your bedroom, he finally hears you in adjoining bathroom shower. 

Toji begins to strip down in order to join you but he barely has his shirt off before he notices your phone blowing up. 

Picking your phone up off the bed he sees 206 notifications from an app called “Tumblr”. 

Toji has no fucking clue what the hell a Tumblr is but his jealously starts to soar. He already made your ass go private on Instagram and deleted your Tiktok dances. He got tired of threatening every loser who tried to slide in your DMs or even leave a comment for that matter. 

Imagine his surprise when he unlocks your phone (of course he had made you give him the password) and instead he finds out his new vanilla-as-fuck girlfriend is actually a kinky cockwhore who loves writing character x reader stories about fictional men plugging any n' every one of her holes. Sometimes it was multiple men simultaneously, with their massive cocks bullying your readers until you had them crying. Not to mention them fucking you absolutely stupid in every scenario imaginable, with a huge daddy kink/love of dilfs to top it all off. 

Y/N clearly has type, Toji thought smugly as he saw some art on your page of these animated dilfs that looked similar to him.

But goddamn, some of this shit even he hasn’t considered doing with you yet. Honestly, he’s been holding himself back for your sake as you had been pretty shy at first. His sweet naive little college girl, yet here you were a filthy closeted slut this entire time. 

Tsk, Y/N been holding out on me, eh?

At this point you were probably a bigger freak than he was, he mused with an arched brow as he scrolled through what you called your ‘masterlist’.

It was nothing but a collection of pure unadulterated filth. 

More than anything though while going through your Tumblr, Toji is rather impressed at how popular you are. He reads your intro post where you deem yourself the ‘Self-proclaimed DILF Smut Queen’ and an evil grin appears on his face.

Toji abandons his plans to join you in the shower and he waits for you on your bed while he links-surfs through more of your so-called fics, drabbles and thirsts.

You made your own little pictures to go along with your dirty stories too? Aw, what a sneaky yet talented little whore he had. 

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When you finally exit the shower, wrapped only in a big fluffy white towel and your hair pulled back into a ponytail, you are surprised to see Toji sitting shirtless on your bed. 

Toji had promised to be here hours ago. He never even sent a text saying he would be late and you’ve been bored waiting for him all evening so he could give you some of the attention you've been craving. 

Your body is already warm from the shower and your legs rub together as you are already feeling a bit horny just seeing him bare chested.

Walking toward the bed you are eager to go pounce on his lap. That is, until you see it’s your phone he’s scrolling through again without your permission.

You loudly sigh which made his head snap up to look at you.

You’re so ready to tell him off again and remind him your Insta is still private and you only use TikTok to mindlessly scroll, not post dance videos anymore when gives you a dangerous look.

You stop dead in your tracks.

Your eyes grow wide as saucers as you recognize what he’s actually looking at when waves your phone around tauntingly in his hands. 

No.No.No. Not this. Please god, not this!

But your worst fears are confirmed when he starts reading aloud with a huge shit eating grin. 

“You moaned loudly as you threw your head back and bucked against him hungrily. You knew you had to finish quickly unless you wanted his wife to come home to discover the babysitter on top of her husband, making a mess all over his face. His thick tongue lapped into your drenched folds and he spread your puffy pussy lips wider to suck and nip at your swollen clit….” 

Your mouth was agape in shock. You were a deer in headlights.

A million and one thoughts raced through your mind as Toji continued on. He swiped over to the next one, this time a daddy and breeding kink drabble.

“Or how ‘bout… ‘Take it all like the good little slut you are for daddy, Y/N’. ‘N-No daddy, please I can’t cum anymore!’ You babbled as you succumbed to the overstimulation of him ruthlessly breeding your stretched cunt and filling you as you squirted on his dick for the fifth time that night…” 

You could only continue to stand there and gawk at him. This couldn’t actually be happening to you right now.

“Ya really wrote all this nasty shit, Y/N?” Toji teased while still looking at your phone as he found more of your filthy smut to read aloud to you despite the horrified expression on your face.

You of course had written all that ‘nasty shit’ but most of it was before you started dating him, breaking a long dry spell.

You really weren’t one to run the streets and sleep around but you had some kinky ass fantasies and you not getting any action had you needing to express them somehow.

It’s not like you didn’t eventually plan to open up and share a few of your kinks with Toji down the line. But this was a relatively new relationship and Toji was still a bit intimidating to you. Even though Toji treated you with way more care and concern than he did anyone else you’ve seen him interact with, you still had an insecure fear that he would reject you for a few of your kinks. 

Your last boyfriend had called you a weirdo for wanting to call him daddy in bed, so you resolved then to no longer share that part of you.

Hell, not even your IRL friends knew what you got up to. Only the Tumblr followers and moots, who you all shared peaceful anonymity with, were familiar with you and your writing.

Fuck. You had finally found the perfect DILF daddy too, you didn't want to scare him away. 

You cursed yourself for even opening Tumblr earlier. You did so out of restlessness waiting on his ass to come over. You just were going to read a few fics before you realized you had a story in your drafts you never posted that just needed to be proofread.

Wanting to kill time you decided to edit and post it on a whim, not knowing the mess it would be getting you into now. 

“Earth to, Y/N.” Toji snapped his fingers, interrupting your thoughts.

"Where did my perverted baby’s little mind go off to now, huh? So obsessed with being ruined by imaginary cocks you can’t even respond to your own daddy.”

You could have combusted on the spot as you were sure there was more steam coming off you from embarrassment than from the hot shower you had just taken. 

But wait– wtf, your frazzled mind just connected the fact Toji had referred to himself as your daddy. 

Those words sinking in made your entire body tingle. Your pulse quickened as you chewed your bottom lip and fidgeted with the edge of your towel.

Was he also into this?

The fact was Toji was very into this and you were about to find out just how much he was.

Enjoying your reactions fully, Toji stood up and made his way toward you with a crazed look on his face.

“You’ve written 96 pieces of filth Y/N…”

He inched closer and you instinctively moved back. Every fiber of your body sensing the danger in front of you. You wondered if this is how the targets of his ‘jobs’ felt when he approached them. Toji never lied to you about what he did for work but you never felt like you were his prey, until now.

“You’ve been a very naughty girl, have you nothing to say for y’erself, princess?” 

“I-I-I-”, you stumble over your own words. This was all way too much, way too fast, for you to process in order to say anything coherent back to him.

“I-I-I-” Toji mocked your pathetic tone, an evil grin back on his face. 

“Lost your words, Y/N?”

Your body instinctively keeps moving back to keep distance between the two of you as he continues to advance on you.

“But you have so many words to say here, isn’t that right slut?”

Toji toyed with your phone in his hand, spinning it around.

“Slut. That’s what you liked to be called in these stories, eh? The dirty slutty whore with a sloppy cunt just ready to slime all over her daddy’s cock, yeah?”

You gulped as your back hit the glass of your bedroom balcony door with a ‘thud’. You had no more room to run while Toji closes in on you.

He pressed both of his massive hands against the glass as they framed your head, his body hovering over you. You couldn’t help but notice how much bigger than you he was as his frame enveloped you and blocked out the rest of the room. You were trapped.

Too nervous to look him in the eyes, you settled for his chest and Toji’s muscles flexed tantalizingly under your gaze. You lost yourself for a moment as the familiar scent of his heady masculine musk invaded your senses.

Your eyes roamed lower and lower before resting on the bulge beneath his sweats and you softly pant. 

“You’re staring at my dick like you want me to stuff that pretty little throat cunny of yours full. You aren’t making good use of your mouth right now anyway Y/N, might as well see how much of me it can fit.”

You looked away from him completely but that only ignites Toji's flames more.

“Look me in the eyes little girl...” Toji’s hand roughly grabbed your jaw and squished your cheeks together as he brought his face closer to yours.

“This shy act won’t cut it anymore, slut.”

His intensity was overwhelming you. Various emotions threaten to bubble to the surface as you squirm in his grasp and your eyes become glossy with tears.

“You didn’t think you finally had a man who would be into this wild ass shit, now did you?”

You wanted to question him further but you felt your gravity shift as the balcony door whipped open behind you. Toji ripped off the towel covering you as you practically tumbled backwards onto the small landing buttass naked.

The crisp fall night air hits your dampened skin giving you goosebumps. You shiver and immediately drop down in a crouch to cover yourself. 

“T-Toji!! Are you insane?!” You gasped at him in a hushed tone, your silence finally broken. 

Promptly, you scan the seemingly deserted neighborhood streets through the railing for any sign of movement or signal that someone else was outside.

To your relief there was no one in sight.

Thankfully this was a relatively quiet neighborhood and no one was ever really out at this time of night. Nevertheless the shock of it all was sending your nerves into overdrive.

“Toji my ass bitch. It’s daddy to you moving forward–,” he roared jerking you up off the ground, “–and we are going to do every single fucking thing your slutty mind has ever fucking written starting NOW.” 

Your eyes darted as around him if you wanted to run back inside but there was no getting past his brutish build as he quickly slammed the door shut, shaking the frame.

Frankly, you didn’t know whether to be thrilled or terrified as you had written some depraved ass shit over the past year in the midst of your cockdrought. Some of it you had never even seriously thought of actually doing IRL. 

“Let’s start right ‘ere, eh? Did you think I wouldn’t notice the description of the place in your little balcony story matched your own?” 

Your eyes almost popped out of your skull as you recalled what you wrote in that particular smut fic.

ꨄ 

“A-AH! N-NOOO TOJI, W-WAIIIIIIIT!” You whined through gritted teeth. 

You tried (and failed) not to release any noises from the unrelenting backshots Toji was currently giving you as he folded you over the balcony railing. The tips of your toes barely rested on the cold floor as your ass bounced back into him and had your clit throbbing when his heavy balls smacked against the sensitive nub.

You had previously only fantasized about Toji being this rough with you, but now that it was actually happening for real you couldn’t think straight. Your lungs burned from sucking in the frosty night air and your cunt pulsed from his thick girth stretching you open. 

Shockwaves ran along your body with every cruel thrust of his hips. The force of it reduced your legs to jelly and you were sure you would have collapsed had he not had you suspended like you were, between him and the railing. 

Toji seemed both unfazed by the cold and your cries for mercy as he shushed you with a harsh spank. He enjoyed the way your fat ass rippled under his heavy hand in the moonlight so much he gave you a few more for good measure.

Your tits violently swayed over the edge as one of your hands grasped the railing for stability and the other held your phone in front of you. Toji was making you dictate your story for him as he reenacted the play by play assault on your cunt.  

The bright screen you held was near blinding to your teary eyes. You mentally cringed as you knew it would act as a shiny beacon to view your activities if anyone walked by the small apartment complex or hell, even stepped out on their balcony. 

“T-Toj- Daddy, w-what ‘bout– neigh-h-b-bor-s?”

You managed to croak out over the sloshing of your cunt and slapping sounds of flesh that echoed into the atmosphere everytime he rammed into you. You couldn’t bear to look around to see if any of your neighbors had started to investigate.

“Pshhh, Fuck your neighbors Y/N! They clearly don’t have a cockcrazed baby to please that writes dirty little stories about imaginary men like I do.”

If you didn’t know better you would think he was actually jealous of the DILFs in your stories too from the way he was sadistically fucking into you. 

His thrusts caused your icy tears to run down your face and sent your tits bouncing into the wind. Your cold and neglected nipples hardened in the chill to the point of delicious pain.

“B-but- it's too c-cold out D-Daddy!”

“Mmn, yet your pussy feels warm enough, Y/N. Too hot even. This is for your benefit, you know–,” Toji stated matter-of-factly while he increases the speed his pounding into you, “–So you remember you have your own Daddy who will fuck you anyway you want, anytime you want…just, fuck, tell Daddy what his slutty baby needs.”

The way his hips are driving into your core knocks the wind out of you. Toji tightens the already brutal grip on your hips which assists him in pressing deeper into your cunt. The movement has you almost slipping. You nearly drop your phone off the balcony when your toes stepped in the growing pool of shared juices flowing down your legs and collecting at your feet.

“Hold that shit tight for daddy baby, got it? You drop it and we gotta start over, yeah? I’ll make you walk downstairs ass naked just like this to get it too,” Toji breathed out huskily. 

You realize you’ve never heard him sound this needy before now.

“What’s next, in y’er lil’ story huh?… Speak up so I can hear it over this messy cunt.” 

There was an edge of desperation for you clear in his tone. Although to your dismay it causes your body to gush around him harder meaning you would have to speak up even louder as your pussy squelches grew more vulgar in volume. 

You nearly shouted out the next part groaning and mixing in incoherent babbles throughout the smut filled paragraph as Toji doesn't slow to help you. If anything Toji picks up speed and grows even harder inside of you as he's encouraged by his baby's filthy words.

“...H-he- lifts your leg, r-resting your knee on the edge of the bal-c-cony. T-T-The angle allows h-him, fuck, deeper access to your c-cunt. Ah-h-h-a clear view of his c-cock badgering your core f’er a-anyone who happens to p-pass belowwww-ohmygod. Y-you seeeeee s-stars as he callously s-slams into your c-cervix, shitshitshit, n-nearly fa-fa-fucking you off the balcony if not for his s-strong hold on youuuu–ah. Y-you violently t-tremble as you c-cum s-screamiiiiing, not fuckdaddyfuckkkk, caring if your n-neighbors could s-see or h-hear you any l-longer.”

“HA! Is that so–” Toji lifts your leg just like you wrote in your fic, “–guess I am gonna to have to keep fucking this tight cunt until you no longer give a fuck about anything else but this dick, eh?”

You hear what sounds like a door slide open near you and you begin to whine about your neighbors again before Toji jerks your head back by your ponytail to whisper in your ear. 

“I wouldn’t worry that nasty, pretty little head of yours about these neighbors babydoll…” 

The new angle allows Toji to bury himself deeper into you just like you told in your story and his tip hits your cervix so hard you think he might actually penetrate. 

“...if I were you Y/N... I would think about how daddy’s needy lil whore is gonna make it through an entire day of classes tomorrow with clamps on your nipples and a remote control vibrator up your cunt.”

He licked the side of your face and spit in your mouth before carelessly pushing your head back. You loudly moaned as his bruising grip returned to your meaty hips as his nonstop aggressive assault on your cunt proceeds.

You feel yourself getting close, your eyes rolled back into your head and drool seeped down the corners of your mouth. You cursed your weakness for this shit as you felt yourself give into the pleasure. You surprise even yourself as you never actually thought this kinda sex could be so fucking good you wouldn’t care about shit else for real. 

“Goddamn mamas, squeezing me so hard–” Toji’s hips snapped into you with every syllable, his voice becoming more animalistic, “–you want me to fill this pussy up? Mmm, I fucking know you do the way she’s milking me. Fuck, might even put a baby in you, give ‘gumi a sibling. We won’t be able to do some of that kinky shit you wrote unless I knock a baby up in this cunt, ya know.”

Of course, Toji being the sexy ass DILF straight out of your dreams would love breeding kinks too.

His ramblings cause you to tighten and clench around him even more. You’ve wanted to beg for him like this since you first started dating. Just thinking of the words spilling out of your mouth nearly pushed you over the edge.

You were so close to release.

“I-Inside me D-Daddy pleasepleaseplease!,” you slobbered out, struggling to make sentences from all the pleasure within you.

“F-fill me– fill me D-Daddy, knock this tight little cunt up, w-want it– want it– w-want it–!!!”

Your voice caught in your throat and you nearly choked once you felt your peak hit. Your pussy sent tremors around his dick as you creamed around him. You can't think of anything else but him inside of you.

You just came but Toji allowed you no rest. He still pummeled inside you as he chased his own high and slurred vulgar curses of praise for his pretty lil’ whore's dirty mind, while planning the next debaucherous smut for you both to reenact.

“Ya think it's too late now f’er prime next day delivery for those toys, baby? Fuck, look that up while y’er still holding that phone.”

You didn’t even realize you still had your phone in your hand but were just thankful you didn’t drop yet. You didn't think it would survive the fall.

Groaning you tried to rally the strength to even lift the phone to face unlock when you locked eyes with someone below. You instantly recognized the person as the elderly woman with the flower garden from down the street.

The old lady had always been very kind to you, making pleasant conversation, offering you fresh flowers for your kitchen and praising you for how reminded her of her own sweet young daughter at your age. 

Unfortunately for you both, she was casually walking her two mini poodles when her eyes were affronted with you practically hanging off the balcony. A blissed out expression plastered across your face while Toji held you, battering your slick pussy full of his thick cock.

The old woman’s eyes widened in terror as if she actually witnessed a crime scene as she panicked, yanking her two dogs away swiftly back in the direction of her home. You knew you would have to take the long way home from now on.

Nevertheless Toji, who was none the wiser and wouldn’t give a single fuck regardless, merely continued planning out your next smut fic enactment.

“Nah fuck it, we’re going to the library tomorrow. See how many pages you can read of that dull ass biology book while y’er warming my cock... Tch, or should we do the one where y’er fucking the coach in the men’s locker room, whacha think baby?”

"Hmmmnmmrgh", you could only moan in reply.

You were already near hyperventilating from your own climax, the shame of now having to avoid your neighbor for life and Toji’s fiery body creating a storm of friction clashing with the freezing temperatures.

But your senses were now wholly overloaded once you felt him reach down to pinch and rub at your clit. 

“Cum again with Daddy baby, shit, can ya do that f’er me?” Toji sounded like he was close and he slapped your clit even harder causing you to scream out.

Cockdrunk and overstimulated you could no longer communicate as your entire body felt like it was an extension of your pussy. The thick fluids flowing out of your body increased the sizable puddle already at your feet. You utterly surrendered to the feeling and your body wrecked with pleasure electrifying you. 

You almost blackout as you feel his cock bust hot seed into your tummy melting your insides and causing you to cum all over again.

"Fuck, that’s it, take it all. Can't wait to see this belly and these tits full mama."

The aftershock of your orgasm feels near endless as Toji continues to fuck thick ropes of his cum into you. 

Losing track of time you weren’t sure how long it was before Toji finally pulled out and took you off the railing. Holding on to you so you can balance and turning you to face him he places you down on your unsteady feet. You immediately bury your head into his chest as his heat envelops your cold skin. Your breathing finally starts to calm in his embrace. 

“So good f’er daddy babygirl,” he murmurs into your hair, savoring your scent.

“Warm bath, yeah?”

“Sure, but you gotta carry me daddy.”

You yawned while Toji’s already lifting you princess style in his strong arms. You were exposed still in the night but at the same time you have never felt safer. 

You curl further into his warmth as he kisses your forehead and finally brings you back inside.

Once inside the bathroom Toji sets you down on the edge of the tub while the water runs and he leaves to grab some fresh towels.

You can’t help but feel euphoric as you smiled to yourself. You are too giddy!

You finally have the DILF daddy you always wanted and could be open about your kinks without any judgment. 

However your mood shifts when Toji returns. You give him an incredulous look as you see your pink waterproof vibrator in his hands. 

Toji turns it on and saunters over to you, his scar twisted into a devilish smirk.

“95 more fuckfics to go ma’, we don’t have time to waste…”

Fucking hell, you had entirely forgotten about the overstimulation in the bath drabble. 

You quiver in both anticipation and distress as you aren’t sure how your completely spent and nearly frozen body is gonna be able to cum four more times tonight. 

Could there ever be too much of a good thing?

You weren't sure what those limits were exactly.

“Ya know, Y/N–," Toji started slyly, interrupting your thought.

”If I hit up Shiu and you asked him nicely with that pretty lil' mouth, I’m positive he would be down for some double daddy Eiffel Tower action.”

However from the feral grin on Toji’s face he appeared determined to test those limits with you.

You could thank your Tumblr smut fics for that. 

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A/N: I honestly have to say I am a bit impressed with myself as I’ve never finished a story in one day before ever (although it took most of today to proofread and I still think there might be errors soz). Hopefully this is a good sign for powering through those Kinktober fics once classes start up again this Weds. Also If there is any interest possibly a PT 2 after Kinktober featuring a threesome with Shiu at his office.

Edit: errors/grammar fixed as of 9/26.

This one goes out to all of us dilf smut queens who simp Toji ❤︎

Please reblog to have DILF Daddy Toji dick you down, but likes and comments are always appreciated just the same!

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[ponderingmoonlight]

Chapter 1: From Tradegy to Fantasy - Awakening in Another World

Pairing: Gojo x fem!reader

Warnings: reader's death, language

Genre: Isekai, Romance, Fantasy

Synopsis: Your life takes a tragic turn as you perish in a car crash, only to awaken in a whimsical world of fantasy with none other than Jujustu Kaisen characters as its main protagonists. But as if that wasn't enough, you're about to marry the prince version of Gojo Satoru. How will you navigate through this world of history and fantasy? Does your life take the same sudden twist of fate as that of your favorite characters?

Next Chapter ->

„Are you reading those strange stuff again…What was it called? Manga?”

“I’m only watching the anime because of that hot blindfolded guy.”

You don’t even try to look up from your phone, currently reading the newest publication of the Jujutsu Kaisen manga over some sketchy site online. That hot blindfolded guy…You’ll never understand why some girls are only watching Jujutsu Kaisen because of him, Gojo Satoru. This world has so much more to offer, so much more than this overpowered character not even Gege himself likes.

“It’s not exactly reading”, you mutter, so sunken into the drawn fight in front of your eyes that you simply can’t look away.

“(y/n), come back to reality. We have some classes to attend.”

Out of instinct, you roll your eyes. You’ll probably have to listen to that one professor who always talks about himself and simply reads through his presentation for three hours straight, not even allowed to look at your phone and do something useful instead. Urgh, being an uni student sucks.

“Give me a minute, I’m just finishing this chapter.”

When your friends start walking, you follow them without paying attention. This is it, the fight you’ve been waiting for. Maybe this time someone is able to defeat Sukuna, maybe this will be the day you’ve been waiting for. Fuck plot armour, fuck all the horrible things that happened last, all the beloved characters that had to die. Damn, you still miss Geto to this day. If they would have noticed sooner, he might be still alive-

“(Y/N), WATCH OUT!”

You always wondered about how death must feel like. Getting consumed by darkness, getting dragged into sheer empty space. Does it hurt? Will you die right on the spot and feel absolutely nothing? What about that myth about reminiscing your own life shortly before your death?

The second you looked into those blinding car lights, you knew exactly that you are next, that there is no way you’ll survive the hit that will sweep you off your feet, that throws your body into the air like a plastic bag.

How pathetic to die like this. Getting hit by a car while being glued to the sketches of fictional characters on your phone. What will your parents say, your family, your friends? You don’t want to die like this, but still…

You allow your eyes to rest against your harsh light, your phone dropping to the phone. You can’t escape the hit. Maybe, just maybe, you will wake up in a better world.

If stuff like that even exists.

When you open your eyes again, you brace yourself for an immense wave of pain hunting down your body, for getting greeted by those way too harsh hospital lights. But instead, your eyes open with ease. Instead, you get greeted by the dim light of a golden chandelier in and a well-painted ceiling in all different shades of purple.

“Where on earth…Am I?”, you mutter to yourself.

The second you look down on you, your heart drops to the floor. You aren’t wearing a pair of leggings and an oversized tee like you always do. No, you are covered in the softest white fabric you ever felt from head to toe, an elegant lavendel ribbon tied around your waist. And that delicate jewellery...

Immediately, you yank out of bed and almost trip over the hem of the white dress, coming to a stand in front of a mirror.

This isn’t possible. No, this has to be a feverish dream. Maybe they put you into coma after…

You swallow hard, reality hitting you with full force. You died. As soon as the car hit you, you were dead right on the spot and you knew it instantly. But why does everything feel so damn real? Frantically, your hands wander around the sweaty face that looks back at you in sheer horror through the mirror, stare at the lavendel eyes that don’t look like yours at all. But those facial features, the way your hair falls.

Is it…you?

A violent scream escapes your lips before you’re able to stop it, guts turning so uncomfortably that you feel like puking every minute. This can’t be true. This can’t be your reality now…Just before your feet give in, you grab the cool golden frame of the mirror, allow your spinning head to rest for a second.

“Lady Zenin, are you alright!?”

That distant voice, who is it talking to? Lady Zenin…Like Toji, Mai and Maki Zenin? Maybe you didn’t die but got kidnapped into a pervert cosplay party. Slowly, you turn around, face sticky in cold sweat.

But the man standing in front of you doesn’t look like a creep at all. No, he’s a truly elegant man. Maybe in his 50s, but it is clear that he’s taking care of himself. His eyes look at you worried, his gloved hands stretched out in order to help if you fall.

“Where…Where am I?”, you press out.

This isn’t your hometown. Fuck, this isn’t even your home country, not even your timeline. The stuff in this room looks so old and somehow magical, let alone that dress you’re wearing.

“I don’t understand, Lady Zenin. You are in your room”, the man replies visibly worried.

“What country?”, you probe.

“My lady, we are still in Avaloria…Are you feeling unwell? Shall I call the doctor-“

“In Avaloria. And I’m Lady Zenin…”, you mumble to yourself.

This doesn’t make any sense. You didn’t pay that much attention to geography, but you know for a fact that Avaloria isn’t a real country and that your last name definitely isn’t Zenin. But oh that last name is definitely familiar to you, so familiar that it’s frightening. Suddenly a shiver runs down your spine, dark foreshadowing letting your fingertips shake.

“What is my father’s name?”

You don’t want this answer. No, all you want to do is waking up from this dream, from this nightmare. You aren’t a lady, you aren’t a Zenin. You are nothing but plain (y/n) who adores anime and manga a little too much and still goes to university. You are nothing but a normal young woman.

“Your lordship…Your lordship is called Naobito Zenin, my Lady”, he stutters.

“And my brother’s name is Naoya, huh?”, you huff out.

This has to be a bad joke, right? What is this man, a stand-up comedian, maybe? You cross your arms in front of your chest, force your body to stop shaking. You need to put this madness to an end right now.

“Yes, exactly my Lady!”, the man in front of you literally cries out in relief while the ground is pulled underneath your feet.

No, nothing about this is right. These men, their names…They are nothing but an invention by Gege Akutami, nothing but drawn figures in a book adapted into an anime. They are nothing but fantasy, nothing but fiction.

“B-But…”

Your voice fails as your mind can’t process anymore. Is it really possible that…You were reincarnated into a world like this?

“Are you causing a scene again, sister?”

You don’t recognize the voice speaking behind you, but something inside you tells you that if you turn around, you will be greeted by…

Cold, sharp brown eyes.

Your very own orbs widen in sheer horror. Those dark green roots, the annoyed look on his face, his tall muscular frame. He looks exactly like the manga made him appear. But instead of wearing a kimono, he is dressed in a black uniform with golden and purple details.

“You’re looking like a fucking prince…”, you breathe out.

“Are you trying to upset me, (y/n)?”

“Master Naoya, the lady doesn’t appear like herself today. Shall I call the doctor?”, the older man speaks with low voice.

“Did you have a bad dream?”

He grabs your chin before you’re able to stop him, his cold glare hitting you with full force.

Naoya just touched you. Fucking Naoya Zenin is standing in front of your very own self, his fingers wrapped around your chin, staring at you so intensely that you feel like fainting any given minute.

“Don’t you dare to mess today’s meeting up because of your weird acting. It took father and I months to arrange a meeting with that lousy prince. Let’s hope that he finds liking in you or else I’ll marry you below your status”, he hisses into your face.

“You can’t just arrange my wedding. Who the hell do you think you are?”, you spit into his face out of instinct.

“All the attention must have gone to your head, (y/n). Who do I think I am? I am your big brother, father’s right hand. And you are nothing but a woman. Your only worth is to marry into a wealthy and influential family. I will never understand why the prince of our country found a liking in you. Apart from a pretty face, you have nothing to offer.”

He yanks your chin away roughly, forces you to take a few steps back and almost sends you onto the floor with the sheer force of his fingertips. Your body quivers in anger, hands balled into fists so tight that your knuckles stand out white.

“I don’t need a prince, I know my own worth you fool!”, you demand.

“Who taught you to talk like this? You are a lady, (y/n). Finally start to act like one or I will tell father about your behaviour. Maybe a venesection will cause your mouth to finally shut, what do you think?”

“A vene-what?”

“Urgh, just be quiet and get yourself ready. You will meet the prince as soon as you are presentable. And don’t you dare to disappoint us”, he hisses through gritted teeth.

And then he’s gone in the wind while you stand in the middle of the room, still unable to catch your shaky breath. Who the hell does this guy think he his? Where exactly are you, what world is this? Your head begins to spin so violently that you fear to lose your balance, your whole life crashing down on you like a house of cards.

This isn’t 2024 on mother earth anymore. This…this is something completely different. And that man who introduced himself as your brother made it all too clear that there’s no way you’ll survive here if you don’t play along. Maybe it’s like in that anime you just watched, the one with the girl names Raeliana. If that’s the case…

“Please call in my maids. I wish to be dressed”, you speak out monotone.

“Of course, Lady (y/n).”

You will play along. But there is no way in hell you’ll let him force you into a marriage with some strange prince you don’t even know. Your eyes are fixated on themselves, the new lavender color gleaming back at you being so unknown as well as all those women who scurry around you.

Who is this prince, anyway? If you’re really in some strange jujutsu kaisen verse, it must be another character. Maybe Geto…Oh, that would be nice. But what if it’s Sukuna? You shake your head, haunt away your stinging imagination. No, you won’t marry the king of curses. Actually, there aren’t many men you’d like as your husband.

How is this supposed to turn out good?

-at the salon-

You feel like fainting any given minute, heart pounding so roughly against your well-dressed ribcage that every beat sends a shiver down your spine. If the man standing in front of you isn’t called Geto or Nanami, you don’t want him. And apart from that…Aren’t you too young to marry anyway? Why does your family want to get rid of you so badly?

“It is so nice to finally meet you in person, Lady (y/n).”

Your heart drops to the floor.

That voice.

Fuck. It’s no doubt that it’s him.

“Let me introduce myself properly: I’m Prince Satoru, the future king of Avaloria.”

The second your brother steps aside, you get greeted by bright blue eyes and a cheeky grin.

This is Gojo Satoru, that “hot guy with the blindfold”, one of the last men you’d like to marry even if he’s dressed in a fine suit with red and blue details. Out of instinct, you cross your arms in front of your chest, narrow eyes staring him into the ground. You will never understand the hype behind his smile and eyes when it’s all too clear that he’s a player, a womanizer. A man like Gojo Satoru isn’t the husband you were imagining, not the man you were looking for since you were a child.

“I’m not marrying that man”, you announce into the silence of the room.

Soo, this was the very first chapter of my new series and it makes me beyond excited! So please, if you enjoyed it, it would make me beyond happy if you like/comment/reblog that work of mine and let me know what you think. Thank you guys so much for your constant support, it means the world 🤍

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[baobaojng]

Again (Jeon Jeongguk)

again (jeon jeongguk)

jeon jeongguk (rockstar jungkook) x (fem! waitress) reader

themes: angst, fluff, smut

summary: where rockstar jeon jungkook wonders if he’ll ever see you again.

warnings: graphic sex scene, they use protection because it's the only reasonable option here!, oc and jungkook have an age gap and they kinda have a crisis around that (jk is older)

note: i do not permit the use of this fic for anything else. this work is mine and mine alone. these premises and characters are entirely fictional and do not intend to paint anyone in a bad light.

©2022

wordcount: 7,729

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Well of course you were having the time of your life, swaying around mindlessly on the dance floor - hair on the loose and friends way tipsier than you were.

Thank god your fried Joy was able to sneak you in this rich people club on the Upper East side. Apparently she partied with a popular choreographer named Hoseok during her recent escapade to Aruba (the guy apparently knew the owner or something), and now you were shimmying around snobby rich folk like you belonged.

“So,” Joy practically nudges you by the ass, hips still in sync with the music, “you having fun?“

You laugh, “of course I am! I don’t know where I am and I don’t care what we do!” 

Hands sprung up in the air, strangers unintentionally pressing themselves up against you. Your week was terribly long, and you sure knew how to party all the stress off. Maybe inspiration would hit with this emotional high - and maybe you’d forget all about the things clogging up your mind. 

Above you, a different scene unfolds. It’s not like you care enough to spare a glance and observe everything about this huge, overpriced, and way too decorated place - but you didn’t know that the VIP section overlooked the main floor of the club. 

“Who’s she?“ Jungkook asks Yoongi, his producer, who has no clue who he’s even talking about.

They’ve already gone through the usual round of groupies who stayed long enough to have their tongues wet and their dicks just hard enough for there to be some motivation to live another night out after an unproductive recording session. The usual when writing an album, and the usual when being fucking rockstars. 

“I don’t know man, there are tons of pieces of ass here.” Yoongi shrugs, shoots a glass of 42 down his throat like it’s water. Well, at this point it basically already is - this was almost every night anyway. 

“Pieces of ass we all know and love.” Jungkook wiggles his brows, alluding to the fact that they knew everyone here. Celebrities, trust fund babies— everyone. Anyone new was a form of excitement on its own.

“Yeah, well, okay,” Yoongi shifts in his seat, “let me take a second to look around.” 

Jungkook looks at you quietly, hoping his friend catches on quick and gives him a fucking clue. Yoongi had enough friends from being around the industry, and Jungkook was impatient. 

You look like you didn’t care, in fact you look a million times more confident than any of the model chicks that littered the place. Although he knew you didn’t belong here; effortless beauties that danced around so graceful and careless weren’t the usual types here. More girls trying to be sophisticated but only wanted to social climb and be taken home by someone with a shiny name. He’s taken by your white tank top, the skirt that hung by your hips - the sweaty sheen that glossed the high points of your face. Tattoos sticking out, and he wished he were close enough to see what they were. Curios to know what they meant, and what stories were behind them— what stories were behind you. 

“Her?“ Yoongi asks, “the one in red?“ He clarifies, and Jungkook knows he’s referring to the other unfamiliar girl dancing next to you. 

Friends, probably. He assumes you two are friends. But your friend isn’t the one catching his interest, no, it’s you.

“No, the one in white.”

“Oh, well, the one in red is my type.”

“Sure she is.” Jungkook gives up, stands to leave his hopelessly drunk friend in their little booth. It seems like he was alone on this one.

~

“Hey gorgeousness.” Hoseok, who you met earlier in the evening, smoothly makes his way to you on the dance floor and whispers in your ear.

“Hey!“ You hug him very lightly, trying to express your gratitude through gesture. He gets the message and smiles. 

“I know this guy who wants to know your name.” He says, and you’re a little confused. Boys weren’t even at the top of your priority list tonight but seeing as this wasn’t your usual spot, this could be interesting— and why the hell not? Right?

“Well do I know his name?“ You joke, but Hoseok looks like he’s delighted by the question.

“Only if you’ve listened to the greatest hits on the last ten years!“ 

“Yeah right.” You say, but you take him half seriously. Rich people could play jokes if they wanted to. 

~

You wish you could tell yourself that you were an absolute idiot five minutes ago. 

Hoseok was kind enough to persuade you to go upstairs, which kind of felt shady at first because the stairs leading up had way more security than the front door, but you went so anyway. It took a couple of quick turns with you catching glimpses of vaguely familiar faces of people you swore were on the runway or in some movie or on your Spotify recommended playlists, and he led you to a private booth at the very end of the floor. 

Sitting smack dab in the middle was, to Hoseok’s really vague honesty, was an insanely popular celebrity that has been racking up charts for the past ten years. You weren’t his biggest fan, but you’d be stupid not to know who he was.

Jeon Jungkook, sitting there, arm tattoos partially exposed because of the ridiculously expensive black button-up shirt he was sporting. Yves Saint Laurent, you were guessing, he was wearing something similar in a billboard ad set up near your apartment recently— and you knew for sure it made you look twice every time your eyes landed on the large metal thing. 

He wasn’t paying attention when you got there, a drink lazily being held by his right hand like a claw machine at an arcade - his gaze set behind him where the crowd danced below. The view was great here, Jungkook got himself another booth that was private enough and Yoongi-free.

“Hello? Earth to JK.” Hoseok fakes a cough to get his attention. Jungkook isn’t even startled, he smoothly acknowledges your presence. And you have no idea if it’s the snobbiest or the hottest thing you’ve seen. 

For some reason, he doesn’t intimidate you. Maybe if you were an avid follower or a fangirl, you would a hundred percent be pissing your pants right now, but you weren’t. You knew maybe a few of his songs, and that was enough for you to be cool in this very moment but not be an absolute ignoramus that didn’t understand just how monumentally popular this guy was. 

“Hey.” He greets you so casually, it’s like he’s met you before with how natural he shoots a smile at you. 

“Hi?“ It comes out more of a question than it does a greeting. “What am I doing here exactly?” 

~

Jungkook really doesn’t know what to say. 

Girls usually just giggle, sit, and expectantly look at him after he says hello and it’s all just easy going sex from there. Seeing you up close has an effect on him, you’re haphazardly tying up your hair with a claw clip you had biting on one of your free belt loops. You’d just asked him that question and you look like you’re waiting for a response. Hoseok had already gone back to the dance floor before the two of you could even be formally introduced, and before he could rat Jungkook out for basically asking him to pimp you up here so he could meet you.

“I thought I knew you from somewhere.” He lies, knowing his confident tone made him sound certain but your forehead moved upward in doubt. Fuck, you really didn’t belong here, you probably knew to read right through him.

“I’m sure you would have known if I were someone on your friends list.” You sing song, but an amused smile plasters your face and he knows you genuinely find this encounter funny. “Oh yeah! You’re super famous, of course you meet like five hundred people a day. Must’ve mistaken me for someone else!“ You actually facepalm yourself, creating a whole excuse for him instead. Never mind then, it seemed that you were giving him the benefit of the (celebrity asshole kind of) doubt. 

Jungkook would have made a solidly dumber excuse, but you’ve made up a far better one for him. 

“So we’ve never met before?” He asks you, selling the lie he was riding on like a wave.

“Last time I checked, Hoseok called me up here because he said you wanted to know my name.” 

“Just wanted to make sure.” 

You laugh, it’s the sweetest thing ever. He’s not sure if he wants to do this all the way that he normally would with every other groupie that wanted to try him out. 

“Y/N.” You say and he looks at you, fueling the hope that now bloomed in his chest. “If you wanted to know so badly.” 

Somehow, his brain goes on overdrive. Your name rings a million times over and over and over like a guitar riff being re-written over and over and over until each note was perfect. He isn’t certain what it is about you, but his mind has traveled a million miles over now and he knew this wasn’t like him at all. He wanted to know your name, how he’d say it through different times. 

Boy, he sure did.

~

Neither of you are sure how you ended up here. The Holiday Inn in Manhattan, facing each other sitting on the right side of the huge king sized bed. The cold from the air conditioning only settling in now, making your breathing staggered. You’re just looking at

each other, the long conversation dissipated when you both had nothing else to say.

You both talked a lot, whatever random shit you had to say to ignore the sexual tension building up from the moment he invited you to sit with him in that booth. The conversation was humorous, honestly a bit trivial, and really left out all the personal details from either one of you. It bordered on comfortable, but not too much to make it all feel rushed - not to impose closeness, no matter how curios you both were. 

“So.” You trail off.

“So?“ He asks you right back, mimicking your tone. It seemed a common theme tonight that you both knew what the other felt because you felt the same. 

“No funny business?” Setting your hands right on your side just a little bit behind your back, leaning on them for support, you wait for his answer. 

Jungkook is too busy staring at you, romanticizing each part to make you last in his memory forever. Trying to battle the haze of alcohol that could stand between him and remembering you once this inevitably ends as it usually did for him. He etches the expectant face you wear, how you obviously do not blend in his world but how he already imagines you in it.

He isn’t sure if the air conditioning is to blame but as your chest is on display this way, he can see the very outline of your hardened nipples. You’re tempting without trying, he thinks, anybody else would have very much taken off their clothes and his included within the fist five minutes in a private space. 

You’ve been in this hotel room for half an hour now, and he’s not sure how long you’re going to be together.

He leans forward, surprising you, and places one of his hands over one of yours. “Entirely up to you.” Jungkook wishes, he just wishes, you’d say you wanted him - but he didn’t want to assert anything. It seemed to him that the last thing he wanted to do was treat you like any other groupie he could have met tonight. 

Meeting you tonight was enough to keep him happy for a while. Granted he could try to keep you in his sights, he wasn’t entirely sure how long anyway. Subjecting a decent girl to last longer than a night in his life was unfair. He knew that. Jungkook couldn’t even keep up with himself sometimes. As much as he felt that you were different, he knew as far ahead as to know that it was dangerous to make this sustainable, it was wildly going to be unjust. 

“And if I want funny business?“ It sounds like you’re taunting him, but your eyes sparkle in an entirely different way from minutes ago. 

He holds your hand properly now, making a dip in the bed. “Well then I’ll have to know how old you are, sweetheart.” Of course, the elephant in the room. You looked young, maybe enough not to be part of his age group - but you looked tired enough to pass off as a reasonable responsible adult.

“Twenty-three.” You say like it doesn’t matter at all, but he’s only half relieved at your answer.

“You do know I’m turning thirty-one this year, right?“ He asks you for confirmation.

“I’m not that big a fan to know when your birthday is, sweetheart.” You say the nickname back to him - it worries him more that you’re cooler about this than he is. 

“I’m eight years older than you,” his free hand finds itself tucking the stray piece of hair behind your ear, settling on your cheek, “is that alright?“ 

You laugh a little, and he can feel the way your cheek swells through his palm. “We’re both old enough to know what we’re doing.” 

He knows this means you don’t mind, but when he relishes in your soft skin, he’s sure the callouses on his fingertips cannot compare to any of yours. You’re young, and it’s not like it’s the first time anyone younger than him poked any interest at him or slept with him before— there flocks of fans that could fill up that category easily. Maybe Jungkook fears you are too young to be something more than someone he just met.

Many things he found unfair flew past his head when you took the liberty in kissing him.

~

You’ve never had an encounter that made you realize your affinity for the removal of clothing. 

Slow, clammy, impatient hands - stopping ever so often to savor the moment of seeing hidden skin for the first time. Jungkook allows you to take his button-up off ever so slowly. It’s definitely not the air conditioning this time that’s making your mouth dry, no surprise that the man is built like a God; the gym routine and the celebrity diet definitely took a delicious number on him. It’s like unwrapping that fucking Saint Laurent billboard and finally understanding why you looked at it so much. 

Your hands just moving at the muscular expanse of skin, kiss getting even sloppier. 

The top you’re wearing is gone, and he quickly removes the flimsy bra you had on. Breaking apart from your mouth to gently suck on your breasts, a pleasured mumbling sound leaves your lips.

To him it sounds like heaven, and to you - his mouth is doing all kinds of things you never even knew were possible. 

In one swoop, your skirt is gone, discarded somewhere on the floor to be found later. You try to tell yourself to not get to excited with here his hands travel, and Jungkook is elated at the wet spot he sees on your panties. Not a very lucky day for you to choose white. 

“Can I get a taste of your pretty pussy?“ He asks, face dangerously close to your crotch. 

“Yes please.” You allow him, and he takes the liberty of pulling your underwear down.

You feel his breath, the sensation making it feel warmer on your thighs and you cannot believe that you’re about to be eaten out by a celebrity when you only wanted to party out tonight. The thought disappears when Jungkook runs his index finger quickly over your clit and at the entrance of your pussy, gawking at the wetness that glazed over.

“Oh, please.” You manage a whisper, your throat tightening in anticipation.

His finger goes inside you in one push, and his mouth latches at your clit - tongue skillfully generating pulses of pleasure. You manage to stay still for the most part, breathing irregular, fingers gripping at his soft black hair.

“So good.” He says in between, entranced by your reactions.

Whines leave your throat as he licks and sucks the nerve ending with greater pressure, finger going half in and half out each time. It doesn’t feel that long, but he’s able to make you cum by doing this. You’re a twitching moaning mess of a woman, losing your grip on his locks.

“Holy shit, Jungkook,” He climbs up and your hands go in straight for his belt to undo his pants, “I want you inside me, please.” The impatience turns him on, even more so when you are eager to kiss him on the mouth - tasting yourself in the process. 

It’s all so sudden from that point: the shock on your face when you see just how big he is, the condom packet being ripped in a rush to just get the latex thing on his length, the slow steady burn of his entrance. The sounds you make, oh the sounds that you make, how your hands are everywhere and anywhere they can get. Taking in his scent, and his head finding the crook of your neck from time to time. 

Jungkook fucks you with gusto, chasing his own pleasure and making sure he’s doing it at just the right pace and just the right angles, at just the right time. It’s calculated, you’re sure, it comes with his status. He obviously has had a lot of good— no great— fucking sex. 

Except when he’s fucking you it feels like he wants more than just a fix of pleasure; you do jot notice how his eyes notice every single bodily reaction with each action he makes. He’s learning about you, about your body, this way. He selfishly wants to make sure you’ll be fucked out, and you’ll only want him to do it to you forever.

He tells you this in chaste kisses and whispers throughout the night, but your mind is too hazy with all that’s good and sweet that you cannot put all his sweet dirty words together.

You cum multiple times, too much that you’d be tired to count. For someone much older, you don’t know if you should be shocked or impressed that his endurance has lasted a good chunk of the night before he emptied himself in the condom. The two of you only disentangle your bodies enough to take a good breather, you take a quick trip to the bathroom to pee and he discards the used latex in the rubbish bin near the bed. 

Picking up your underwear from a random plot on the floor, you prepare to clean yourself up a bit before you leave. You were pretty sure the night would come to a close this way.

But Jungkook protests once he sees, “no, please, stay.” A confused look sprawls on your face. This isn’t how it’s supposed to go, right? Jungkook looks just as surprised by what he said as you are.

“I mean, spend the night. It would be terrible for me to let you go home at this hour and what bad would two naked bodies laying next to each other bring anyway? I’ve been inside you, this shouldn’t be weird.” He banters, trying to make it sound cool but he knows he’s rambling on just to get you to stay longer.

“Huh.” You hold in a laugh - a justification. You knew that two naked bodies laying next to each other meant the harm of something much scarier than sex. 

Intimacy. 

It is tempting, and he is just on the bed waiting and knowing you’ll say yes. Even fucked out with lips swollen and eyes obviously tired, you understand why people are so crazy over him. He’s just so handsome, it’s like all the air has been stolen from your lungs. 

“Just please don’t tell me you love me tonight.” You joke, and he only half laughs. “I can barely stand on my knees and my head’s all woozy. You know a girl can only take so much in one night.” 

You lay next to him, a vision to behold in his eyes. He leaves traces of love and question on the ink that settles on your arms, very small compared to the art he sports on his— but he’s convinced that yours are full of bigger secrets, heartier stories.

“I’m glad that I met you tonight.” He tells you, voice squished by the pillow. You face each other, legs tangled up and arms lazily resting on each other’s torsos.

A smile settles on your face and he tells himself to never forget what that looks like, and how it makes him feel trying to memorize everything he can about you, “I’m even gladder.” 

~

When Jungkook wakes up the next day, you’re gone. 

It’s half past noon when he fishes his phone out the pocket of his pants, groaning at the barrage of notifications all lined up for him to eventually answer. It’s when he turns to his side, trying to find traces of your sweet perfume that he notices that there’s absolutely no you in the room - none of your belongings to be seen.

Only a piece of hotel room paper placed carefully on top of the telephone used for room service on the nightstand.

‘thank you for one of the best nights of my life, Jungkook. i’ll see you around again, maybe.” 

Well, at least he knew you were real, and he guesses that he has to get on with his life because he didn’t know enough about you to personally respond to your note. 

Life goes on, he supposes, going back to check his phone and see what all the morning ruckus was about. For a Saturday morning, it sure didn’t feel like a restful weekend.

Soora (11:58AM): about to land in JFK, am i going to see you today?

Soora (12:00PM): you know what actually i’m going to wait for you to pick me up see u

Jungkook groans; his semi-usual hookup was expecting to see him and now he knows he’s obligated to go and pick her up and spend the weekend - or however long she’s in town for - with her. Soora was a model that Jungkook had the awkward chance of meeting through several parties and several fashion shows. Although the cliché had been treated more like a curse— he couldn’t help but dip his fingers into models, he was an entertainer. Relationships like these were practically inevitable. 

Except Soora had stuck around more than others. Probably because the rumors about them spoke well for her in numbers and people didn’t mind Jungkook being with her because it made sense. Two attractive individuals being spotted together more than usual didn’t hurt the eyes. Plus, it was still very good publicity. 

~

“Can you believe?” Seokjin rolls his eyes, scrolling vapidly on his phone instead on focusing on all the business papers he had stacked up on his desk.

“What can’t I believe?” You ask him, wiping down on the countertop. The after lunch crowd was easier to manage, only a few tables were taken and there was some downtime to speak to your boss casually without worrying a customer would be unattended. This gave you enough downtime to experiment on new recipes; your food blog needed an update. It seemed that you had a little bit of a following online now and people were pestering you for a new post.

“Well, I’ve been waiting for that Jaime Oliver cooking video on some stew and my entire timeline’s suddenly flooded with my favorite rockstar guy and his rumored girlfriend spotted in the airport just now or whatever! Nonsense!” He complains, still neglecting paperwork, and obviously interested in this new piece of celebrity gossip. Seokjin’s reading the contents of the article and you can see the reflection through his eyeglasses. 

“What you’re not a fan of the union?“ You laugh, brewing a new batch of coffee in the pot.

“What do you mean I’m not a fan? Of course I am! Huge! Major! Big big fan!” He says genuinely, and you can understand why he’s so riled up about this. “Everything about this would be peaceful if either Jungkook or Soora finally confirmed that they were dating.” He huffs, and you regret listening so attentively - lucky that you weren’t holding anything that would be so close as to become a safety hazard, because you were sure that you would have probably hurt yourself in shock.  

Your skin crawls with a weird feeling, call it premature jealousy mixed with nervousness, but you suddenly realize that the world is smaller and much crueler than it feels. That was correct, right? You did just hear him say Jungkook’s name.

So you just laugh it off passively, acting like you couldn’t relate to Seokjin who was still furiously reading and scrolling. You couldn’t blame him though, he didn’t know the reason why you clocked into your shift a bit late was because you just had the sneakiest walk of shame of your life after a one night stand with someone who, apparently, your boss was huge-major-big-big a fan of. 

It’s when your shift ends that you find yourself doing a quick shameless Google search of Jungkook. New recipe be unfinished and damned. Sure enough the celebrity profile is there with his hometown, his birthday, and the people he’s commonly related to search with. It feels unreal to see him like this all dialed in like a piece of meat for sale with all the measurable descriptions; he was a real warm body next to you last night that laughed along and spoke to you in detail.

The trending sticker on the upper right tells you that that’s Soora, an almost 30-year-old model that’s been heavily linked to him for the past year or so. There’s even a Buzzfeed timeline for their supposed relationship, and you’ve never clicked exit off an article so quickly in your entire life.

This was none of your business anymore, surely. 

Whatever was done was done last night and it was great. You thought that there was a genuine connection there but you didn’t belong in his world and he didn’t belong in yours. Reality had to catch up with you anyway; something like that was far from ever happening again. Jungkook probably didn’t care for you by now, and it was only right that he was taking some famous girl closer to his age out seriously.

You were probably a momentary conquest he was used to having, and that was that.

~

Soora’s gorgeous. Fairly speaking, she always was— it was literally her job to look like that. 

But for some reason, Jungkook just did not care for seeing her at all. Well for the first time ever, anyway.

She was fresh off a Paris fashion show, she still smelt buttery and bubbly like an after party would - and this was usually irresistible to him, but he kept on thinking about your powdery vanilla perfume and it was driving him just a little insane. He would just have to hope that there was enough of himself to spread thin for her; he had to admit that she was a great distraction. 

But then you were definitely distracting him from the distraction.

Jungkook is lucky that Soora doesn’t notice him drifting off as she tells him all about the other, newer snotty models that walked the show with her or the many designers she managed to impress when she managed to pull of some Alexander McQueen dress that he didn’t have enough brain power to imagine what it looked like.

“So what are your plans for your next show?” She suddenly asks him, and he’s quick enough to answer.

“Oh, I told my manager to hold off on my fashion show attendances. Working on some new music.” 

“No, I meant aren’t you going to play some sets? I haven’t properly been dangled off your arms for what feels like ages!“ Well of course her intentions are for the media coverage of it all, but he just smiles it off like she didn’t say something so bluntly surface level. “I heard there’s this great place in Tribeca where you can do a private show, get the pot stirring for the rich journalists in that neighborhood you know?“ Soora keeps on going.

The word ‘Brooklyn’ pops up into Jungkook’s mind, replaying you telling him that’s where you usually did your roundabouts of life - and the idea is planted in his head. 

~

It’s a Friday again, a week later. Nothing’s really changed about your life except now you have a troubling habit of skipping the random Jungkook song that would play through the diner’s Spotify account that was hooked to the lavishly installed sound system Seokjin poured money into. That, and holding your breath every time there would be celebrity gossip on your social media timelines - hoping it wasn’t an article confirming his relationship status. Suddenly, you felt even smaller - knowing you couldn’t escape the damned guy even if you tried hard enough. 

Joy’s in your apartment begging you to come with her on another night out, the fucking Jungkook billboard still outside and poorly covered by your blinds.

“Come on! People have been hyping this show up for weeks! Apparently some high profile people are gonna be there and I asked Hoseok to get us free passes to get in!“ She says.

If only she knew what Hoseok’s free passes to big places got you in for last week.

“I don’t know Joy, I’m kinda of not feeling it this time.” 

“Suit yourself, hot stuff. You know where to go if you change your mind though!” She says, simultaneously leaving your apartment as she texts you some address to an underground club you’ve heard of maybe once or twice before.

~

It’s a smaller, much more crowded, grimier, and a lot less glamorous than he was used to. When he hit the five year mark on his career, he started becoming more selective about his shows. A lot less touring unless they were big venues, shows were only done for special calls for huge bars he frequented or a fashion show that needed a hot frontman for an afterparty.

A dimly lit, spray-paint decorated, run down Brooklyn club was not his style anymore— but he figured, if this area was were you frequented then surely word would reach you if it spread that there was some high profile guy playing a low key show. It was a little out of reach, really. A shot in the dark. But if it meant a small chance at finding you, then it would probably be worth it. He wasn’t even sure if you were the type to go out all the time, but this was all he could do to try. 

“And that was Jeon fucking Jungkook!“ The guy who apparently hosted the joint announced into the scratchy speakers. It seemed that business was booming tonight; the place was jam packed because of Jungkook’s pop up show and everybody had their phone cameras around to get the information out on the internet.

His set ended, and he had to leave the place before he’d get caged in by the massive crowd of people spilling in. 

Jungkook’s security team already tapping his band from behind that it was time to go, but his eyes still carefully wandered around in the sea of people - hoping you were somewhere there. 

A claw clip, a white tank top, buttery soft skin, eyes that looked somewhere deep inside him - he tried profiling small things, sometimes stopping when he saw something that vaguely reminded him of you.

No luck. You weren’t here and he had to go. Now.

“I saw the same chick in red a while ago when we were getting our asses dragged out of there.” Yoongi tells Jungkook at the back of the limousine, drinking champagne out of the bottle. 

Jungkook feels betrayed by his producer tellling him this only now - if he saw your friend then it must have meant you were there and it would have been easier to find you. 

It seems Yoongi knew what Jungkook was going to ask next though, so he beats his friend to it. “And no, girl in the white tank top wasn’t there. Just the chick in red.” Yoongi clarifies for himself, and Jungkook continues being disappointed - opening another bottle champagne bottle dampened by the bucket of melted ice where it sat. 

Their car finally starts up after the security team cleared out the driveway out of the parking lot after storming the exit, Jungkook could see the glare of the camera flashes outside. The chattering noise of voices made by the paparazzi who kept throwing questions at the vehicle. 

He doesn’t know if he’s having whiplash, or the overwhelming amount of people mobbing him (surprised that he even held a pop up show in maybe one of the most run down strips in New York), but he sees something that surprises him. Shakes him a little in and out of his senses. 

Perhaps he was just imagining things because he desperately wanted you to be there, maybe Yoongi’s story fed too much into his brain and now he was seeing you in a sea of flashing lights and sounds of banging hands on the car’s metal exterior.

Right there, a little behind and among the photographers and the underdressed fangirls. You had a worried look on your bare face, knitted pajama sweater too big for you - sleeves spilling out. A worried and annoyed look on your face as you put your phone next to your ear, then a look of relief when you come to hug your drunk looking friend. The same girl in red that Yoongi found attractive.

Jungkook doesn’t get a last say; the driveway had already been cleared and you’re just another faded view in the background left behind by the car. 

Long gone again.

He wasn’t even sure if you were really there or not.

~

Joy called you at around 1:00 in the morning. A call you definitely expected since she went on this venture out alone, and she knew you’d stay up on a Friday night. Plus, the place she went to was a few blocks away. So you pulled on an extra sweater and stuck with whatever it was you had on and got to quick walking. 

God forbid you’d be the friend to abandon her friend alone, who was probably drunk and a bit hazy. 

Joy (1:03AM): @ the baaaclkk! back parkinf lot exit plss

It’s somewhat easy to decipher, so you make your route around the building. 

The not-so-pleasant surprise of people swarm around the exit, and you know it’s going to be a challenge looking for your friend when there’s a frenzy right where she asked you to meet her. It seems like the photographers were fighting tooth and nail trying to get their questions through the limousine that was trying to exit - and you couldn’t understand much with the skidding car tires, stomping feet, and hands making contact with car metal. Clicking and flashing sounds like a loud metronome behind mudded shouts. 

Guess you had to ring Joy’s phone to get to her. 

So you stand there with an arm crossed, a little nervous reflex at how intense this atmosphere was. Brooklyn sure was crazy but this was a little different than what you were used to.

A phone up to your ear and several rings later, Joy shouts your name.

“Y/N!” She looks a lot less drunk than you imagined, but with the never ending crowd you could see why she felt unsafe going back home.

You hug her, “let’s get out of here.” You point to the ruckus happening just a few feet away from you.

“Dang, I don’t think Soora was in the limo with him!” You hear one paparazzo complain to the other guy next to him, and it’s not like you meant to listen - it was just loud enough for you to hear before you left. Soora?

“Who’d you watch tonight?“ You turn to Joy once the two of you started walking.

“Jeon Jungkook played the pop up show!” She says so excitedly, “told you it was some high

profile guy playing!” 

Half of you regrets not going, and the other half tells you that it was probably best that you sat it out. You didn’t even know he saw you. 

~

“So all this and you didn’t get a last name? Not even an address, not her home phone number?“ Laughter floods Jungkook’s phone, two of his close friends who were also musicians were in some small get together in Los Angeles - and here they were demanding an update.

“Yeah, yeah, stop giving me an earful.” Jungkook complains, knowing the situation he was in was also brought about by his carelessness.

“So you saw her at the Brooklyn show?” Yugyeom asks to clarify.

“I’m not even sure that it was her.”

“Pfft. Well whoever you saw affected you enough for Soora to notice.” Jaehyun points out. “How did Brainwashed Barbie react to you ignoring her and ditching her for a Brooklyn show anyway?” He follows up with a question, showing the disdain he had for Jungkook’s publicity-boo-thing.

“Well, she told me I was a bag of shit and stormed out.” Jungkook laughs, half entertained and half bitter, “then I heard she told her manager to tip TMZ off that I broke up with her like an asshole.”

“Explains the media reception.” Jaehyun, suddenly enlightened, says.

Twitter was going crazy, calling Jungkook a heartless asshole - and he had to disable the

comment sections to his Instagram posts. He couldn’t fly to his friends now because he’d be mobbed at the airport, and he didn’t feel like partying all the unnecessary crap out anyway.

“So about your mystery girl.” Yugyeom starts.

“What about her?”

“You never thought to ask Hoseok about her, didn’t you?”

“Well, they were just dancing close to each other and I asked a friend to call her over. They probably don’t know each other at all.” It was pretty reasonable, and Jungkook thought that there was nothing more to it that night.

“I don’t know maybe it wouldn’t hurt to consider.” His friend says, and Jungkook looks over at his cellphone with contemplation.

~

“You good with that?” Seokjin doesn’t know what to call ‘it’— the baked good covered in a suspiciously pink glaze that you were currently holding up about a half a foot above a mixing bowl.

You’re unsure about it too; not sure why it turned out that color - but maybe you were too distracted by the TMZ reports on Jungkook that Seokjin decided to play on the televisions. It was another slow day with barely any customers walking in so you two had free reign to be awfully comfortable in the diner. 

“I’ll just set this aside.” You accept defeat, placing the thing on a cooling rack. Maybe it will have hope when you come back to it. 

Seokjin’s looking worrisomely affected by the news of Soora getting dumped through text - Joe Jonas to Taylor Swift style. “They had so much potential too.” He says like a tear is about to escape his eye. You snort behind the counter, and he’s still too busy being emotional to care. “Don’t you just look at these celebrities and wonder how they’re able to live like bachelors when time isn’t on their side? I mean, they’re only getting older and it might be time to I don’t know - settle?“ He actually asks you.

“I wouldn’t know, Seokjin. Maybe I’m too young to understand what rushing into that part of my life feels like.” It’s true, but it’s the only bitter truth coming out of your mouth. “Besides, there could be more to it than we know. They are celebrities after all, the course of life could be much different for them.”

“Had high hopes for them though,” your boss sighs, “I love me some highly sensationalized drama.” 

You laugh in response. “I know.”

~

“That’s all you got? She works at a diner, that’s it?“ Jaehyun finds this comical on the other end of the line.

“Well, I tried asking Hoseok nicely but apparently her friend Joy or whatever was too hungover to gloss on details and just said she worked at a diner and had a blog or something.” Jungkook responds quite fast, he was currently on the corner sidewalk of the expensive residential he lived in - hoping to catch a cab to Brooklyn to whatever diner he could get to. If only there weren’t almost hundreds of them in the area.

“So you plan on just wiping out all the diners in a whole metropolitan area? Brilliant. Never thought of you as a romantic Kook, but I guess she has you going crazy.” He knows that his friend means it in good will; support in pursuing a relationship like this was complicated and Jaehyun knew that very well. 

“No,” Jungkook was finally able to hail a cab, and he was hurriedly opening the car door, “I’m going to ask this kind driver where the best diner is in Brooklyn so fate can pull its surprises if it all seems right.” 

“Letting the Big Guy do all the string pulling then, huh? Good luck, man. Hope you’re lucky enough to find her.” Jaehyun says and the phone call ends.

“Huge fan of your music dude!“ A cheerful man maybe around Jungkook’s age drives the yellow taxi. 

“Thanks, uh, we’re headed to—“

“Where I think the best diner is in Brooklyn? Gotcha.” The driver obviously heard the tail end of his phone call, and Jungkook knew that it was desperate destiny from there on. 

~

“Hey Y/N, I know your shift’s like done, but there’s some guy up front looking for you.” Namjoon calls for you right outside the employee room at the back. “And Jin’s literally offering up everything for free to this guy— boss looks like he’s about to burst into tears.” Your co-worker says ever so nonchalantly like his personality is.

“Yeah I’ll be out in a sec.” You call back, setting your phone down - looking at your timeline flooded with Jungkook’s recently developed relationship drama.

Ignoring any indication from Namjoon’s description, you carelessly parade yourself behind the counter as you usually would - your hair mindlessly being clipped together as you work your way to tame the strands. Force of habit not to get anything in the food, your apron just a little loose and undone.

Nothing registers to you quickly, not even the way Seokjin is looking at you like you were a suspect to a crime and it was his life’s mission to interrogate this shit out of you.

“Hi.” Is what you hear, it hits you so fast and it makes you feel so dizzy. 

Jungkook is there, he looks distraught— the messy hair and the semi-rugged appearance shows this. It doesn’t make him look any less handsome than he really is though, and it feels like you’re seeing him in person again for the first time.

He looks at you, an apparition haunting his thoughts finally materializing to the real thing in front of him. Looking at him again, your sweet perfume enveloping his senses ever so slightly. He was fucking lucky that this was the first diner he was brought to, and coincidence be damned but Jungkook was convinced that this was meant to happen. And he finally found you. 

“Hi.” You parrot, unsure how this is supposed to go or what it’s all supposed to mean.

“I,” Jungkook pauses, “I tried looking for you, after you know… That night.” 

You can feel the blush creep up on your cheeks. “Right…” You say, knowing that he had more to say.

“I guess thinking about you drove me crazy and I don’t think I’ve ever felt that way before. You left me wanting to know more, and before I knew anything I pictured myself right next to you for a long time. I was too caught up with you that night that I was stupid enough not to ask for a full name or contact details. I know it’s a little crazy I was able to find you regardless of the fact, but I just wanted to know if you felt like thinking about me made you feel insane— because that’s how I’ve felt thinking about you.” Jungkook says all in one tired breath, he looks up at you with hope and you try to pinch yourself on the arm in case this was all a daydream. "I got out of a public stint of a ‘relationship,’ played a show on your part of the city to find you. Y/N— I even thought about the consequences and what we could work on if I found you." 

“Do you mean that?” Is all you can ask, your overthinking over seeing him all over the news reminding you that you were completely different people.

“God, Y/N, of course I do.” He runs a hand through his disheveled hair.

You try to look through him, not as an illusion of fame or the insecurities you had piling up. Neither of you were to say what tomorrow would be like if you were to work things out or not, but all you knew was that you felt the same and you were as equally crazy to see how it all would go.

“Are you sure that I was all you could think about?“ You ask him, this time a slight tone of teasing in your voice but it seems that he couldn’t detect it.

Jungkook looks straight into your eyes, and it didn’t feel like you were anywhere else in the world.

“I wondered if I’d ever see you again.” 

fin.

~

(author’s note! 

hello everyone! first fic i’m posting in years and it was driven by the hiatus announcement but also my recent obsession with this song and its music video.. i know i know the ending is a bit lack luster and there wasn’t a ton of resolve to the conflict i presented in the story buttttt i wrote it this way to potentially pilot a sequel if a lot of you want one! otherwise, i think you can pretty much picture an ending to these two anyway :p 

hope you had a good read!

-amoré)

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“His Gaze”

Mafia!Doyoung x chubby!blackfemale!Reader

Warnings: age gap, violence, cursing,smut, reader is stubborn ,mentions of illegal activities , unprotected s3x (wrap it befor you tap it kids)

NB: this is made up and is strictly for entertainment purposes i dont condone any of the violence or illegal activities mentioned.

This is an AU (Alternate Universe) fic. Doyoung in this fic is just a fictional character I don’t believe he is like this at all.

Synopsis

Y/N was average. average life; average grades Average looks. Average everything.

Doyoung didn’t think so, though. From the very first time he set his eyes on her, he thought she was "f*ckin' pretty."

He wanted her, f*cking hell He craved her... He wanted to claim her, and what Doyoung wants he gets.

Y/n’s life is about to get crazy, doing things she never thought she would, all because of ‘his gaze’

 Word count: 1.6k

 PART ONE

 “Just once?”

“No Mills too much noise and lights…too many people”

Here we were in our campus coffee shop arguing about the same thing for the third time today.

Millie wanted me to go clubbing with her tonight.

“But y/n you never leave the dorm” Millie pushed

I sighed. She wasn’t gonna stop until I agreed

“If I go tonight do you promise not to make me go again?” I questioned

“YES! I promise to never ever ask again” she smiled in triumph

“Ok fine, I’ll go”

 **************AT THE CLUB**************

When we arrived at the so called ‘club’ (it was more like an elitist room filled with snobs) I wasn’t excited in the least. Now I’m not going to lie aside from the club being in the rich part of the city it didn’t give me sense of security. This place made me feel like anything could go wrong at any time.

“What in the actual fuck is this place Mills?”

Her black ass looked me dead in the eye and said “Oh, I’ve never been here before, but I saw a flyer on the school notice board, and it looked fun”

I halted my steps immediately “Millie I’m going to slap the black off you!”

She kissed her teeth “Oh come on y/n live a little”

She pulled me as we walked further into the ‘club’

Not soon after we found a small table in the corner of the room

The base of the speakers ran through my body blaring a song I didn’t recognize.

“Y/N I want you to let loose tonight, okay?” Mill said as she put two martinis on the table.

I raised my eyebrows in surprise “Girl, when did you go get drinks?”

“I got them while you were over here relishing in your discomfort” she laughed

“Here, drink this so we can go dance” she pushed the drink up to my lips.

I drank it.

Worst decision ever.

The bitterness of alcohol always caught me off guard.

“Damn this shit bitter” I said in disgust.

“Let’s go dance” Millie said as she pulled my hand to the dance floor

Starboy by the Weeknd started to play through the speakers

“Well shiiitt did they know I was coming? This is my shit” Millie screamed as she started to dance

 I laughed and watched as her dark skin shone under the blue lights of the club. Her braided ponytail danced along with her.

I was always proud to say all my friends were fine as fuck but Millie? The bitch could stop breaths if she wanted and the best part? She knew she could.

“Y/n you’re just rocking side to side. That isn’t dancing.” She accused

“They’re not playing the songs I usually dance to” I defended myself

And as if God was laughing at me

The speakers let out the familiar sound of Meghan thee Stallion’s ‘Body’

“Come on bitchh! This your shit right?” Millie hyped me up

And just a few seconds later there I was shaking my ass on the dancefloor as Millie hyped me up

 “Damn, I’ll admit that was fun” I giggled to myself adjusting my dress.

Millie nodded in agreement.

We headed back to our surprisingly unoccupied table.

That when I noticed mills started looking behind me

I smirked “What? See somebody you like?”

“Yes, I do but his friend seems to have taken interest in you” she said without taking her eyes from behind me.

I frowned and tilted my head in confusion ‘What do you mean?”

“Y/N, he’s looking at you” Millie screamed over the loud music

“Who?”

“Hot guy in the VVIP section” she prompted

I turned around and we locked eyes almost immediately.

He tilted his head and smirked

“Ooh bitch you better get that dick before I do cuz he’s asking for it”

Millie snickered

I turned back around suddenly overwhelmed “you know I don’t hook-up Mills”

Swirling my overpriced drink around with my straw “besides, I’m sure some other girl would be willing to let him hit”

“I’m not interested in other girls though, Pretty. I want you.” said an unfamiliar voice behind me

I turned to see ‘hot guy from the VVIP section’ staring right at me.

“I’m Doyoung” he smiled

A fucking gummy smile for fuck’s sake

“Mind telling me your name pretty?”

“Y-y/n”

He stepped closer leaning forward to meet me at eye level

“You’re so fuckin’ pretty Y/N”

I wont lie for a moment I was starstruck. He was gorgeous. His black hair was styled perfectly

And the two top buttons of black dress shirt he wore exposed his firm chest. However, I couldn’t help but notice the air around him. Rich, powerful and…. dark.

“Done eye fucking me princess?” he chuckled

I gasped in surprise “I was not eye fucking you I was simply making an observation.”

“Mhmm…of course” He stood straight once again and unsurprisingly he was taller than me.

I rolled my eyes at that.

“You have a lot of hostility towards me pretty, did I do something wrong?” he asked sincerely

Yes, you’re fine as fuck and I don’t know how to interact with you.

“No” I kept it short.

“Do you and your friend want to come sit with me and my friends?” Doyoung asked

“n-“

“Yes! Yes, we would love to” Mills interrupted me and for the third time tonight dragged me by my hand.

 When we started to walk with ‘guy I wanted to fuck but I can’t because I don’t hook up’ aka Doyoung almost comically the crowds parted like the fucking red sea or some shit.

Infront of his table was a red rope that a security guard unhooked so we could get in.

“Sit” he commanded

Commanded?

“We aren’t dogs you don’t have to speak to us like that” I spoke up

He raised his eyebrows in surprise “Is that’s so? My apologies princess it wasn’t my intention.”

I sat anyway.

I made sure to grip the life out of Millie’s hand under the table for comfort.

He started to introduce his friends

“This is Jaehyun.” Doyoung said as he gestured to the man sitting across from us. He had a dimple which heavily contrasted to his dark demeanour

“And this is Taeyong” He pointed to the man sitting next to Jaehyun. His looks were sharp and contrary to the two other men at the table his vibe wasn’t as dark.

Also, judging by the way Millie kicked my foot under the table he was also the man she was interested in.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Y/n and this is my best friend Millie” I said as Millie waved

I noticed two things as I said this.

Doyoung was staring at me as if he could see my soul and Taeyong smiled fondly at Mills.

“Hi” Jaehyun replied.

“Hello, nice to meet you too” Taeyong said

And for about 5 minutes we sat in silence. Nothing but awkward eye contact between Doyoung and I and the occasional ‘awkward cough’ Millie let out.

Until Jaehyun stood up “Boss, I must go now. The others are expecting me in Milan by tomorrow”

His words were directed to Doyoung

Doyoung nodded “Tell me how it goes, you know what to do if anyone falls out of line”

“Yes boss” Jaehyun said and then left.

It was me, Millie, Doyoung and Taeyong left at the table.

Doyoung was still staring at me.

I’m scared but I’m turned on. Does that even make sense?

“Do you want to dance Millie?” Taeyong suddenly asked

She looked at me with hope in her eyes.

It was girl code to never leave each other for too long in unknown spaces but in a weird way I trusted Taeyong with her and I trusted Doyoung with me.

I nodded “You can go mills”

She smiled and kissed my cheek “I’ll be back soon”

Then they disappeared to the dancefloor

And as expected Doyoung was still staring at me.

“Is there something on my face Doyoung?”

“You don’t know who I am.” He stated not even bothering to answer my question

“Am I supposed to know?” I asked in a rude tone  

He threw his head back and laughed

“So fucking pretty but we’re going to have to work on that attitude princess” he said amusingly

I scoffed in disbelief “who do you think yo-“

I was interrupted by a security guard running up to the table in urgency “Boss we have a problem Choi Seolmin and his entourage are threatening to shoot up the club.”

“Fuck” Doyoung cursed

As if someone lit fire under my ass, I shot up out of my seat “Shoot up? As in gunshots?” I asked

Doyoung looked at me then at the guard “Evacuate the club”

With urgency Doyoung grabbed my hand and pulled me to a room next to our table.

Entering the room it looked to be an office.

I pulled my hand out of his

“Yo, what the actual fuck is going on” My chest felt like it was collapsing in on itself

“No need to worry y/n its just a minor situation” He attempted to reassure

“A MINOR SITUATION THAT REQUIRED YOU TO EVACUATE THE CLUB?!” I shouted

“I’m going to die” I continued

Then realization hit me “Jesus Christ! Millie’s out there” I made a move to open the door

“Open that fucking door and you won’t like the repercussion Y/n, be a good girl and listen” he spoke calmly

“Taeyong already took Millie to safety princess, you don’t need to worry about your friend” he reassured

“If you let anything happen to my friend, I’ll kill you” I threatened

He looked amused “Alright princes but good luck with that”

Then out of nowhere the sound of gunshots started to ring through the air

“Oh my God” I started to cry.

This is the worst night of my life

 **********************************END********************************************

Part two coming soon

 Please comment your fav part or least fav….interact pls!!

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[harlowtales]

A fan fic comes to life as Jack punishes Reader for her getting drunk at the club. ***Light hearted smut*** 18+

“Go baby!!” You shouted at Jack while he went up the middle to the net and almost scored but the goalie dove across the net and reached far out to catch the ball just in time.

“Fuck!!” Jack said angrily from the field as he hated to be blocked.

He was subbed out for another player and looked over at you shooting you a smile. You knew he was pissed, but just seeing you there cheering him on made him smile.

“Yo y/n look at this” your friend said handing you her phone. “Read this new fan fic of Jack”

“What?” You said grabbing the phone. It never occurred to you there was smutty fic out there about your man with A LOT of hits. “Jack slid into me and thrust hard… WHAT?” You read gasping. No way were people writing this about your boyfriend.

“Why were you on your phone so much instead of watching me play?” Jack said in his feelings after the game, probably because his team lost. He was all sweaty with his arm slung around you as you walked off the field.

“Sorry baby, I was reading.” You explained

“Reading??? The game was that boring?” Jack teased and pretended to sulk which made his already pouty lips poutier.

“No…I was reading…ummm…” you hesitated

“Spit it out baby” Jack said impatiently

“I was reading fan fiction about you.” You said

“Fan shit? Like what, show me.” He asked motioning for your phone.

“Ah my friend showed me. I didn’t save it.” You said knowing full well she sent you some stories that you saved.

“Aight then. I’ll have to take it” Jack said tackling you onto the grass, sitting on you and wrestling your phone out of your hands

“Jack!!” You laughed as he tickled you

He was sitting on you as he opened your phone. You didn’t even know he knew your passcode, but then again of course he did. He had a way of knowing everything.

Instantly a story popped up. His eyes went wide, then they grew wider. “I fucking did all this shit?” He said giggling, fascinated, swiping and swiping. Jack was a fast reader. In one story he had met up with a fan and her friend with Urban and they had a foursome. “Ooh this one is good, but I couldn’t see myself fucking nobody with Urb like this. I don’t want to see his nuts.” Jack said seriously.

“Jack give me my phone!” You begged still on the ground under his weight.

“Hey Urban keep your balls out of my face!” Jack yelled over to his friend showing him the story

“Da fuck!?” Urban said as he read. He looked at you, then looked at the phone. Why you felt ashamed you didn’t know.

“Can you both stop and give me my fucking phone?” You said with Jack letting you up now.

“You like that freaky shit?” He said holding you from behind at your waist “You want to make a real life fic with me?” He said planting a kiss on your neck.

“Jack stop.” You said getting hot. He knew he could get you excited with one touch, one kiss, one look.

But he was kidding and toying with you because you know he was headed to the studio, and you had plans with your friends. It wasn’t often you got to Miami and you weren’t about to be locked up in some studio with Jack and a bunch of guys into wee hours. You had a killer outfit planned and it was Mimosa time. Jack peeled off his sweaty clothes and jumped in the shower. You heard him signing “You Know What’s Up” his favourite song as he lathered up. You started to pin up your hair and get ready to hit the shower after him. You knew he had to go and when Jack was headed to the studio he was in business mode. A separate shower was the best idea right now.

You went in after Jack. By the time you got out he was gone but left a note. “See you later Y/N” Like you were an anonymous fan fic character. You shivered in anticipation and started getting ready for your girls night. Your little black strapless sheer mini-dress left little to the imagination. As you met up with your friends the pics and drinks kept coming at the club on the beach.

“Oh shit Karesha??” You said as Yung Miami spotted you and you spotted her. You squealed as girls that love each other do and pecked on the cheek. You knew the real party was about to begin.

“Yo.” Urban said nudging Jack showing him Yung Miami’s post. You and her were shown hugging and in a smooch. You had obviously already had a few in the photos looking tipsy. He hadn’t seen your dress before he left and wish he had.

“Where’s the rest of her fucking outfit?” Jack said angrily. The caption under the post “If you a good girl act bad.” Made him go from 0 to 60. “Miami fucking knows my girl is not to be all the way out like that.” He said, disappointed in his friend. He texted her immediately.

“Oh shit.” She said when she saw his text light up bright in her phone in the dark club. She looked at you worried and said “Yo daddy texting me. You gotta go home.” She said hurriedly.

“No way. I’m in Miami babyyyyyy!!!” You yelled giggling. Yung Miami realized you had too much and felt responsible. You were in a VIP area with all your girls, Diddy and Miami having the time of your life cutting loose from Jack’s schedule and how disciplined he was all the time. “The drinks are flowing and I ain’t going!” You said as you danced. Miami knew Jack would be upset if anything happened to you and he was her friend. “Baby girl you gotta go home. It’s getting real wild, and yo man gone kill me.” She said “I’ll get you the driver.”

“I can’t believe this shit!” You stomped. The one time you get to cut Jack loose and ACT BAD was ruined. You reluctantly went home with Diddy’s driver. Jack opened the door to the villa you were staying in as soon as he saw the headlights shine into the living room” He watched you stumble up the walk and held the door open as you passed him.

“Don’t.” You said swaying a bit. You shoved your finger in his face to shush him and you took off your heels. You weren’t interested in a lecture.

“I’m not.” He said putting up his hands in surrender. He didn’t want you to know he thought you looked really sexy and super cute so he acted pissed. “You happy with yourself right now?” He questioned

“Yup.” You said giving him a tipsy smile “You know what Jackman Thomas H…Har..Harlow?” You said slurring and in his face. Jack was holding in laughter. “You gotta enjoy yourself. Life is sss….short.” You said

“It will be if you keep this up.” Jack lectured “Bed time.” He lead you straight to the bedroom and helped you get your dress off.

“You gonna wash the club off of me?” You said giggling hanging around his neck and clumsily stepping out of your dress leaving it pooled on the floor.

“Naw. I want to make a fic with you” he said in a low rasp as he started massaging your breasts. You let out a moan as Jack caressed your body. “Jack took you and turned you around” he said like the fic he read earlier as he turned you around.

“Are you reading me a story?” You laughed

“Sort of…but your the main character.” He said bending you over and tickling your wet heat with his red tip. Finally after teasing your soft space he entered you rock hard and slow, stretching your walls as he sank deeper into you. Nothing was sweeter than being inside of you. Jack threw his head back in pleasure.

“Jack” You said trying to make sense of being drunk and everything he was making you feel. “Please Jack.” You begged with your ass up as he picked up speed thrusting. He steadied himself by holding onto your arms and drove into you hard and fast. You felt like you were on the very edge when he pulled out abruptly and slapped your ass. “On your knees.” He ordered. You dropped to you knees and proceeded to give him aggressive head. You sloppily devoured him, pumping his dick with one hand as you greedily sucked and licked all the way up the underside of the entire length of his shaft. All of his veins flexed paying you homage.

“Shit.” He said looking down in disbelief at you working on him with all you had left. He grabbed the back of your head with both hands and shoved himself down your throat holding you there for a full minute as he writhed and squirmed in delicious agony. You gagged as he let you up for air. “Up” he said sternly as he helped you up off your knees. You deliriously wiped your mouth dripping with saliva and pre-cum. He pushed you onto your back on the bed and swung your legs over his shoulders as he slowly entered you again.

“Ughhh! God!” You cried out as he filled your space up pumping up and down holding your legs back. It was then that the alcohol started to wear off and you realized Jack was playing out a fic he read about himself from earlier.

“Tell me what you want” he demanded in a whisper as he drove deeper hitting your spot. His wet curls hanging and dancing in his face

“Stop! I want you to stop.” You whined as you couldn’t take much more. This turned Jack on.

“You want me to what?” He said slowing all the way down now in a deliberately long stroke that made your eyes roll back.

“Stop.” You said tears starting as you began to cum in the greatest painful pleasure you ever felt. Your legs shook and you held onto his arms

“Stop what?” He said toying with you putting his full weight into leaning in to tongue kiss you as he pushed your legs all the way back, stretching you more “Tell me.”

“Jack please stop! It’s so deep.” You pleaded. Jack hearing you pleading breathlessly into his ear made him erupt. You felt him rhythmically throbbing, pulsing and shooting a stream of warmth way up into the deepest part of you. You held your hips steady and squeezed around him tilting your ass to clench in position. This is where you had all the power and he knew it. You squeezed every last drop out of him as cream dripped down your inner thighs. He drew out slow, gasping when he was free.

“Geezus.” He said guzzling some water on the bedside table in a heaving sweaty mess. Nobody brought him to that point like you. That’s why he had to make sure you stayed out of trouble. A lot of eyes were on you whenever you stepped out.

“How does this story end?” He said looking back at you as you laid on your side making a trail on his back.

“Just like this.” You sighed in satisfaction. “You finally scored.”

“What did you say?” He said tickling and holding you down to take another kiss.

@itsyagirljaz @killatravtramp @angelbae05 @jacks-daycare @jackmans-poison @jackharloww @iheartharlow @comehomeimissyou

#fanfic #jack harlow #hip hop #writing #sexy celebrities #romance

[redqueenphoenix]

Headlights (A TWD One Shot)

Headlights

(A TWD Fan Fiction)

I do not own any of the rights to The Walking Dead, nor do I own any of the characters mentioned from here on in, other than Victoria. Some situations have been changed and some characters may have been switched in this alternate timeline. 

A huge shout out to the @the-white-royal for letting me borrow his character Alexander Black. This piece was inspired by a Walking Dead Dungeons and Dragons campaign that we all set out on a while ago. There may be more to come so stay tuned y’all!

Word Count : 1,268

~*~

Victoria and her new group found themselves on their knees with two sets of truck headlights blaring in their faces. She looked to see Alexander to her right with his dog Sam at his side, Lura, Issac, Taylor and Chance were there too. Her eyes tried to adjust to the headlights that were before them in the darkness. 

“Alright, we got a full boat! Let’s meet the man.” A guy walked in front of the lights and then hit the door to an RV that was parked between the trucks.

The door to the RV swung open as a man that stood six foot, tall clad in a black leather jacket while holding a barbed wire baseball bat stepped out.

“Pissin’ our pants yet?” He spoke with a cocky smile as he stepped forward. “Oh, boy do I have a feelin’ we’re gettin’ close.” He started to pace in front of the group, “Yep, it’s gonna be pee pee pants city here real soon.” The man brought the bat down to eye level with the group on their knees, stopping in front of each one.

Victoria peers up at Negan through her red hair with a grin as his baseball bat got shoved in her face. She watched him lower his bat and step away from her. 

“One of you doesn't need to be on their knees. Can you all figure out who?” He steps in front of the lights and rests his baseball bat on his shoulder. His laughter rang out as they all began looking around at each other.

After a moment or two Victoria slowly got to her feet, hearing the group all mutter about her as she walked with confidence over to Negan. Stopping at his side and draping her arm over the shoulder that didn’t cradle Lucille. 

“There’s my girl.” He smirked at her then turned his attention back to the group before him, “now which one of you pricks is the leader?” 

Victoria points to the man on his knees with the dog, “He is, love. Alexander.”

The man walks up to Alexander and brings himself eye level with him, “Hi there, Alexander. I’m Negan.” He pauses for a moment then stands up, “You see Alexander, whatever you do, no matter what. You don’t mess with the new world order. The new world order is this: and it’s really very simple, even if you’re fuckin’ stupid, which you very well may be, you can understand it. You ready? Here it goes, pay attention.” Negan Drops down to eye level with the leader. “Give me your shit, or I will kill you.” 

Negan stands and starts pacing before the group as Victoria stood where he left her with her hand resting on her ax at her hip. 

“Today was career day. She,” Negan points his bat at Victoria, “invested a lot so you would know who I am and what I can do. You work for me now. You have shit, you give it to me. That’s your job, no matter where you go.” He takes a breath and smiles, “Now I know that is a mighty big, nasty pill to swallow, but swallow it you most certainly motherfuckin will.”  Negan started pacing again, “You are fucked even more fucked if you don’t give me what I want and what I want is half your shit. And if that’s too much you can make, find or steal more and it will even out sooner or later. This is your way of life now.” He chuckles, “So if someone comes to your door, you fucking let us in. We own that fucking door. You try to fucking stop us, we will fucking knock that fucker down. You understand?” He begins to pace again, “I don’t wanna kill you people, just wanna make that clear from the get go. I want you to work for me. And you can’t do that if your fuckin’ dead now can you?”

Turning on his heel he smiled at Victoria who was standing in the middle of the lights, her hands on her hips, “Vicky, dalrin’, any one of these shits stand out to you?”

Victoria moves to walk by the group totting the same devious grin that Negan wore. “You,” she points to Alexander. She moves down the line and points to Issac, “and you.”

“Why them?” Negan turns to look at Victoria.

“They seem the most capable of the group.” She smiles as she goes back to where she was standing crossing her arms.

“You’re safe, get on up there with my wife.” Negan pumps lucille up into the air with exuberance. He looks over the rest of the group. “You all will sit here with me while my wife talks to these fine folk.”

Victoria walks towards the RV, opening the door and waving Alexander, his dog Sam, and Issac in. She popped the door closed and looked at the two men. “I know this seems a little drastic, but my husband likes to show off. You two seem like the most resourceful out of everyone out there. So here is the deal plain and simple, we all work for Negan, we comply, we live to see another day. If we fail, he takes us out, one by one.” She sighed, “We are ambassadors to the Saviors’. We tell no one who we are though. Alexander, you will be my right hand man from now on.” 

Alexander nodded as he patted Sam on the head to keep her compliant, “alright, as long as you don’t get me killed.”

“Like my husband said, we need you to work for us, you can’t do that dead.” She smirked as she went to reach for the door, allowing Alexander and Sam to step out of the RV.

“What the hell makes you think we are going to work for you psychopaths?” Issac snapped as he stepped towards Victoria as they exited the RV. 

She smirked as her hand slipped down to her ax, “Because we own you.”

“The fuck you do.” Issac sneered.

A smile broke across her face as she turned on her heel, “too bad.” She yanked her hand ax from its holster and threw it as hard as she could into Issac’s face. “We didn’t need you anyways.”

“Ugh!” Negan placed his hand over his heart and arched his back, “god damn, my wife’s sexy. Thatta girl.” He turned back to the group and smiled, “Now you fine folk, it was a real pleasure meeting you all. I’m going to leave you in the capable hands of my wife.” He turns quickly and swings his bat, “now remember you all work for me, no matter where the fuck you all go. You are mine!” He smiles at them then turns to Victoria, wrapping his arm around her and kissing her. “Keep ‘em in line.” Letting go of her waist he climbed into a truck with Simon and motioned for his men to leave the group and the RV.

#fan fiction #negan #the walking dead #writer #twd negan #ao3 #negan fanfiction #Negan x female OC #twd fanfiction

[hoediaz]

who is agn? i've seen loads of posts about 'her' but idk who she is or what's going on

sorry to be an absolute bitch but she is the worst blog on this website for real. putting this under a read more so people who don’t suffer rage black outs don’t have to deal with this.

chelsea mentioned some of her highlights before which include some overt racism and homophobia but last night she really decided to up her game. first, she spent weeks pulling the word retcon out of her ass and slapping it on every plot point she doesn’t like or understand instead of rubbing together two brain cells to even attempt to comprehend how narratives might work (including eddie ana’s break up since, according to her, eddie was Clearly in love with ana in 4x13 during the follow your heart scene and yet at the same time he was a misogynist and treated her terribly :/ did you know panic attacks are misogynistic? shame all those panic attacks i’ve had have been out of misogyny and not mental illness if only i had known id be able to attend agn’s school of feminism and cure myself). but then with the end of bt (aka the departure of her most beloved girl boss who can do no wrong, since i don’t think she cares about bt at all past taylor since she actively hates buck) (and yet. while she hates buck she never treats him with the same vitriol she gives eddie. now i’d say that’s racism but according to her eddie’s white so! guess it’s texas phobic or something :/) she went completely off the rails.

part of this was of course! saying it was a retcon despite the multiple references to dosed but what can we expect from someone who learned the word retcon last week and never bothered to dig up the meaning. it’s ok i get it i did the same in the ninth grade with words like pathetic fallacy and i don’t think you need anything higher than a ninth grade education to work at fox news. anyway! that led to saying anyone celebrating the bt break up is a misogynist! bc idk if you knew this but apparently 911 is the taylor kelly show and everything should be about HER development, not buck’s, and if you celebrate buck’s development you’re a woman hater just like eddie ❤️ now EYE am actually a woman hater because i think taylor kelly and owen strand should move to ohio together to start a bed and breakfast, the bt bones celebration was just a bonus.

and when that wasn’t enough absolute bullshit stupidity for one night, she decided to use her time to type out a post onto oliver stark’s internet in which she called buck a “dirty firefighter” for not wanting his gf to report on an incident that involved his family, equating him to dirty cops that protect other corrupt cops. because that’s a totally fucking proportional reaction to having your fictional ship break up, because police corruption is not a genuine thing that happens in real life and impacts real people who aren’t taylor fucking kelly. i fr even hours later don’t even have the words to put together to express how fucking stupid and insensitive and offensive that is. it is genuinely beyond me how you could ever in your life see a FICTIONAL couple break up and become so fucking unhinged you think it’s ok to make light of real issues to force a fictional character into some make believe villain role just so you can avenge a side character on a ryan murphy production. get some fucking help for real.

anyway last night when she posted i reblogged it calling her an idiot and she immediately blocked me, just like she blocked every other person who tried to reblog it to point out how offensive that was which is always a good sign that you’re being rational.

oh also she said taylor and lucy should be together which was just personally offensive to me, a lucy understander, and then also, since miss agn can’t go three seconds without being generally offensive, she has to say taylor/lucy would be better than buddie bc buck and eddie are [checks notes] white men and taylor and lucy are oh dear…. yeah :/

in conclusion agn is racist, homophobic, terminally fucking stupid, and also cowardly to boot and i hope she has an absolutely terrible day. i hope fox news fires her. i hope megan west never has a job again just to spite agn. bt is finally bones and the fact that that makes agn feral is all i need, get fucked agn.

#asks #anon #fandom discourse #kinda i guess #sorry to reveal the real bitch that lives inside of me #but agn. makes me rage black out i don’t even remember rbing that post last night #i literally never call people out directly not even twitter people but agn…absolutely rancid #seriously don't open the read more if you don't want to see me in a different light #i'm so sorry beloved mutuals and followers

[redqueenphoenixsplayground]

Headlights (A TWD One Shot)

Headlights

(A TWD Fan Fiction)

I do not own any of the rights to The Walking Dead, nor do I own any of the characters mentioned from here on in, other than Victoria. Some situations have been changed and some characters may have been switched in this alternate timeline. 

A huge shout out to the @the-white-royal for letting me borrow his character Alexander Black. This piece was inspired by a Walking Dead Dungeons and Dragons campaign that we all set out on a while ago. There may be more to come so stay tuned y’all!

Word Count : 1,268

~*~

Victoria and her new group found themselves on their knees with two sets of truck headlights blaring in their faces. She looked to see Alexander to her right with his dog Sam at his side, Lura, Issac, Taylor and Chance were there too. Her eyes tried to adjust to the headlights that were before them in the darkness. 

“Alright, we got a full boat! Let’s meet the man.” A guy walked in front of the lights and then hit the door to an RV that was parked between the trucks.

The door to the RV swung open as a man that stood six foot, tall clad in a black leather jacket while holding a barbed wire baseball bat stepped out.

“Pissin’ our pants yet?” He spoke with a cocky smile as he stepped forward. “Oh, boy do I have a feelin’ we’re gettin’ close.” He started to pace in front of the group, “Yep, it’s gonna be pee pee pants city here real soon.” The man brought the bat down to eye level with the group on their knees, stopping in front of each one.

Victoria peers up at Negan through her red hair with a grin as his baseball bat got shoved in her face. She watched him lower his bat and step away from her. 

“One of you doesn't need to be on their knees. Can you all figure out who?” He steps in front of the lights and rests his baseball bat on his shoulder. His laughter rang out as they all began looking around at each other.

After a moment or two Victoria slowly got to her feet, hearing the group all mutter about her as she walked with confidence over to Negan. Stopping at his side and draping her arm over the shoulder that didn’t cradle Lucille. 

“There’s my girl.” He smirked at her then turned his attention back to the group before him, “now which one of you pricks is the leader?” 

Victoria points to the man on his knees with the dog, “He is, love. Alexander.”

The man walks up to Alexander and brings himself eye level with him, “Hi there, Alexander. I’m Negan.” He pauses for a moment then stands up, “You see Alexander, whatever you do, no matter what. You don’t mess with the new world order. The new world order is this: and it’s really very simple, even if you’re fuckin’ stupid, which you very well may be, you can understand it. You ready? Here it goes, pay attention.” Negan Drops down to eye level with the leader. “Give me your shit, or I will kill you.” 

Negan stands and starts pacing before the group as Victoria stood where he left her with her hand resting on her ax at her hip. 

“Today was career day. She,” Negan points his bat at Victoria, “invested a lot so you would know who I am and what I can do. You work for me now. You have shit, you give it to me. That’s your job, no matter where you go.” He takes a breath and smiles, “Now I know that is a mighty big, nasty pill to swallow, but swallow it you most certainly motherfuckin will.”  Negan started pacing again, “You are fucked even more fucked if you don’t give me what I want and what I want is half your shit. And if that’s too much you can make, find or steal more and it will even out sooner or later. This is your way of life now.” He chuckles, “So if someone comes to your door, you fucking let us in. We own that fucking door. You try to fucking stop us, we will fucking knock that fucker down. You understand?” He begins to pace again, “I don’t wanna kill you people, just wanna make that clear from the get go. I want you to work for me. And you can’t do that if your fuckin’ dead now can you?”

Turning on his heel he smiled at Victoria who was standing in the middle of the lights, her hands on her hips, “Vicky, dalrin’, any one of these shits stand out to you?”

Victoria moves to walk by the group totting the same devious grin that Negan wore. “You,” she points to Alexander. She moves down the line and points to Issac, “and you.”

“Why them?” Negan turns to look at Victoria.

“They seem the most capable of the group.” She smiles as she goes back to where she was standing crossing her arms.

“You’re safe, get on up there with my wife.” Negan pumps lucille up into the air with exuberance. He looks over the rest of the group. “You all will sit here with me while my wife talks to these fine folk.”

Victoria walks towards the RV, opening the door and waving Alexander, his dog Sam, and Issac in. She popped the door closed and looked at the two men. “I know this seems a little drastic, but my husband likes to show off. You two seem like the most resourceful out of everyone out there. So here is the deal plain and simple, we all work for Negan, we comply, we live to see another day. If we fail, he takes us out, one by one.” She sighed, “We are ambassadors to the Saviors’. We tell no one who we are though. Alexander, you will be my right hand man from now on.” 

Alexander nodded as he patted Sam on the head to keep her compliant, “alright, as long as you don’t get me killed.”

“Like my husband said, we need you to work for us, you can’t do that dead.” She smirked as she went to reach for the door, allowing Alexander and Sam to step out of the RV.

“What the hell makes you think we are going to work for you psychopaths?” Issac snapped as he stepped towards Victoria as they exited the RV. 

She smirked as her hand slipped down to her ax, “Because we own you.”

“The fuck you do.” Issac sneered.

A smile broke across her face as she turned on her heel, “too bad.” She yanked her hand ax from its holster and threw it as hard as she could into Issac’s face. “We didn’t need you anyways.”

“Ugh!” Negan placed his hand over his heart and arched his back, “god damn, my wife’s sexy. Thatta girl.” He turned back to the group and smiled, “Now you fine folk, it was a real pleasure meeting you all. I’m going to leave you in the capable hands of my wife.” He turns quickly and swings his bat, “now remember you all work for me, no matter where the fuck you all go. You are mine!” He smiles at them then turns to Victoria, wrapping his arm around her and kissing her. “Keep ‘em in line.” Letting go of her waist he climbed into a truck with Simon and motioned for his men to leave the group and the RV.

#fan fiction #negan #return of the writer #the walking dead #writer #negan fanfiction #twd #TWD Fanfiction #the walking dead fanfiction #negan fic #twd negan #Negan X female OC

[thiswatchcassie]

Murdoch Mysteries s1ep1 "Power"

This is it! the first episode of Murdoch Mysteries, i cant fucking WAIT to watch this! after the break is my bullet point live reaction to/ thoughts about the episode. the final paragraph is my concluding thoughts!

TWs for this episode: Animal Death, electrocution, death of a pregnant person,

THE THEME SONG!!!! AAAA MY HEART!!!

Awwww baby Julia and williammmm

“Are we having a picnic” yes Julia, you are having a picnic!!! Also YOU TWO ARE GOING TO FALL MADLY IN LOVE WITH EACH OTHER

CRABTREE!!!!!

God I love Jonny, hes so fucking funny or an actor and a comideien.

Wow I forgot that the FIRST episode is THIS episode, like I know it was but like wow

TW animal death, poor pup, and shoutout to this woman from the humane society! The actor who plays her feels very familiar i wonder if she plays any other characters that I’ve seen

I remember the costuming being a lot worse…. I mean it’s not perfect, but considering they don’t bail now an exact year for another few seasons, and they weren’t working with an unlimited budget, everyone is dressed nicely for the period.

Im obsessed with this very obviously direct printed canal sign behind this man in the 1890s

episodes since a mention of or character who is a real historic figure 0 (Thomas Edison)

Wow I forgot just how quickly they nailed down the “we are gonna talk about real people and rope them i to our fiction” aspect of the show so early on.

Shout out ALICE!!! Miss Toronto Electric and Light!!! Pop off girl queen pussy boss!!!

Holy shit there’s a second real life person it’s Nicola Tesla!

Poor puppy :( I hope he lives

HE LIVES!

poor Alice… miss toronto electric and light didn’t deserve to die for this

HELL YEAH DR JULIA MOTHER FUCKING OGDEN!!!! GIRLBOSSING HER WAY AROUND A DEAD BODY!!!!

We finish each others sandwiches moment rn

Good for Crabtree helping Edna with the dog

HI INSPCTORRRRRRRRRRDRR BRACKENREEDDDD

First scene in Murdochs office, it’s just sooooooo <<<333 i love It, cozy, filled with turn of the century knickknacks and dodads, big open windows letting in and out light. Loves it!

We have the Pinkerton name dropped in episode one, but if im not mistaken they did some timey whimey magic and met the founder of the Pinkerton in a later season PRE her founding of Pinkerton… which of course post dates the irl founding of Pinkerton in the 1850s

Oh 2008 cgi my beloved

Why is Nicola Tesla talking… like that?

And why is he fucking around with transmissions?

Call it “tella-…..vision” god the name dropping

George…. DONT FUCK THÉ POSSIBLE SUSPECT

Edna my girl queen pussy boss

I had to look it up because I couldn’t take her face from my mind, Edna does come back at a later date and she was an amazing character

Tesla…. God I don’t like how Tesla is

It’s gonna get on my nerves th inconsistency of when the show is set and thus the technology available

Awww Julia has a little goldfish in the morgue!

She’s so fucking smart I love her

Miss Howard was pregggooooo shiiiittttt

“Men doted on her” SLAYYYYYYYY

Oooooo who gave her that necklace????

Hell yeah Crabtree give them to the dog

This is why I love George he mama jokes about taking dogs out on a date and wooing girls

okay brackenreed making quips about retireing all the way back in season one..... he just needs a break

ah yes nicola tesla creating a wireless phone in ONE DAY very realistic

george is gonna getttt itttttt

damnnnn 20k??? TWENTY THOUSAND 1890S DOLLARS????

20k in 1890 is about 600k now.... damnnnnn

"i have a confession, it wasnt your dog i was sweet on" george is the RIZZ MASTER

awwww edna giving george a lil forhead kiss.... my heart <3 counting down until s8 when she is back

awwwwwww and then they kiss, and georges sweet lil smile <3 my fucking HEARTTTTTTTTT WHEN IS IT MY TURN TO BE HAPPY

shit what did she have?

oh and dodd is dead

i think this is the first time william crosses himself upon seeing a dead body (something that will happen at least 263 more times lmao) i really liked when they touched on murdochs faith and the ongoing disputes between prodestants and catholics in toronto around the turn of the century

i love how in the daylight "dodds office" is very clearly just a room in station 4 lmao

YASSSS JULIAAAAA GIRLBOSSSING HER WAY AROUND A SECOND CRIME SCENE

aw george looks like a kicked puppy trying to tell murdoch about the papers he found at edna's

this is not the last animal rights activist to get involved in a murder investigation

"i understand you enjoy a challange" if murdoch just fucked these scientists, and authors and other historical figures well.... it would be very beliveable. hes the original simp

hes also VERY catholic repressed

i mean there was an entire plotline (spoilers, SPOILERS!!!!) after julia and murdoch got married about him feeling intimadated by her experence 'in the bedroom' to his virginity.... and like mans was NOT YOUNG when they got married

prrrr wax cylander recordings

"case closed" yes juliaaaa you make up these now well known phrases

ohhhhh so thats who got Alice pregnant

poor alice, she didnt need to die

byeeee edna!!!! see you in eight seasons!!!!!

"we are men of the future murdoch" thank you tesla very cool

and thats it!!! the FIRST EPISODE!!!!

ah i loved it, it feels very early seasons, but in a good way. of course the fashion history lover in me is picking up on all the little things but i MUST REMAIN FOCUSED!! the plot was nice, i loved edna and george. feel very bad for emily howard, she really didnt need to die. shout out to julia whos job in the moruge is always refreshing to see.

HOWEVER it is missing that one litle 'spark' so to speak to make it a truely great episode in my mind, so i give it a 8/10. could be better could be very much worse.

wooo! first episode done 263 (and counting) i am now 0.38% done!

#s1ep1 #mmrewatch #murdoch mysteries #Power #mm season one

[showtoonzfan]

A thing I have noticed is that Viv cannot understand how to write likable characters. She makes them the “im14andthisisdeep” characters, such as Blitzo, Stolas, and Angel Dust. Viv does not realize how most people whom are terrible, whom use others for their own gaining, whom turn a blind eye towards their own malicious intent, are not made;they are merely born.

Moxxie is expected to forgive Blitzo after everything he has done and to that I say; fuck no.

Viv does not understand that bad people cannot change over the claiming of “i wuv you!!!!” by a shitty bird. Blitzo does NOT need a redemption, he does not need a single thing but punishments for his actions.

The show clearly wants a ”Forgive, never forget” plotline and I will always show disgust for that usage of tone.

Nobody NEEDS to help Blitzo.

They should want to, not be forced.

Moxxie is forced into a room, tied to a chair behind Blitzo as they talk about their deep rooted issues(Moxxie’s is better in my opinion but whatever).

Rather than the two CHOOSING to talk about privacy and boundaries, they are FORCED Into a room with agents and then have to do an entire fight between others.

Why could they not have just..talked thing’s out? If Blitzo is too blinded by hatred and stupidity to realize they should talk, then there is no point in trying to talk with him, merely leave the company. Yet for some reason;Moxxie does not.

The show likes to pretend Moxxie owes anything to Blitzo, as if he NEEDS to help him, but that is disgusting to teach, You do not owe those whom have hurt you assistance. You do not owe them an explanation. If they did not treat you with basic respect earlier, then there is no reason to give them the time of day.

You do not owe your abusers anything.

Exactly, you’re spitting facts. This is why (and I have said this so many times now so forgive me) wish the show was more like Bojack Horseman. The writers of Bojack knew how to write real characters perfectly, characters who were cruel, manipulative, kind, the list goes on and on, characters that FEEL like real people you’ve met. The characters in Helluva don’t feel real at all, they clearly feel like written characters in fictions by the hands of an edgy girl stuck in the early 2000’s. For example, any logical person like Moxxie would have quit his job ages ago due to Blitz’s harassment, yet he doesn’t because of plot—Oh I man he “cares” about his boss. His shitty boss. And that’s the problem. Viv and Brandon don’t SEE Blitz as an manipulative abuser, they see him as an UwU sad sweet boy who loves his employees in his “own weird way”. In my eyes, they’re never going to fully commit to admitting how horrible Blitz is. He’s an awful person, yet they don’t necessarily see that. Even when they DO admit it, they at the same time want to make us feel bad for him, and yes, that’s what Bojack did, but Bojack at least had a proper flow and told you through storytelling that no matter how much you want to feel bad for this guy, he’s STILL a horrible person who’s responsible for all his actions, someone who slipped down the drain and someone you DON’T want to end up like. With Helluva, and yes even a little bit of Hazbin, (meaning Angel) it doesn’t matter if the characters are downright horrible people you wouldn’t want to be around in real life at all, they’re all Viv’s babies and she’ll continue to shower them in a moral light.

#vivziepop critical #spindlehorse critical #hazbin hotel critical #anti vivziepop #helluva boss critical #hazbin hotel #helluva boss #answer #reply #response #my asnwer #my reply #my response

[wh0iskyra0]

What’s a little fun..?

A/N-This story is slightly inspired by the song up top but is not mentioned, also this is my first time writing a story that doesn’t include anime characters but the characters mentioned in the story are fictional this is a short story to see if I like it so I’m just feasting the waters

W/C- 1.7k

Warnings-Smut, mentions of drugs(weed)

“Oh my god von, that was the last box.” Lana said, resting her head on the freshly unboxed couch.She lifted her head to the sound of von’s footsteps, “congrats mama here you go” he said handing her a bottle of water she smiled at the his gesture and at the nickname, even though he calls her that all the time this time just felt different.” So you wanna go out and get food in like a few minutes?” he asked sitting beside her head she looked at the dread headed male “sure,what about. . .Cookout?” She said with a smile he looked at her and nodded with a smirk “whatever you want mama”

Lana looked up at von and smiled and von looks at her “what’s up mama” he said rubbing her shoulder “Nothing I just want to look at you” she says getting up to throw her bottle of water away “so, do you wanna go get food now I’m starving” she says leaning on the kitchen counter with a groan “okay mama let’s go” he says getting up from the couch, as he walks to the front door to put on his shoes, Lana was following right behind him to put on her shoes as well “so, you're driving right?” Lana says looking up at him with a smile he smiles and grabs the keys.

On their way to the car it was quiet until Lana began talking about the weather and how cold it is all von could do was smile and listen all Von wanted was to have as his own and to not just be friends with benefits.Once they finally made it to the car von unlocked the doors and they both got in “It’s so fucking cold out there.”She said wrapping her arms around her Von starts the car and turns on the heat before they actually go anywhere so she could heat up a little.The first few minutes of the drive was silent not uncomfortable type just silent, “you okay Lana?” Von asked, putting a hand on her thigh and she nodded in response.

30 minutes later

They finally arrived at cookout there was a line Lana groans at the sight of the long line Von smiles and and puts his hand on her upper thigh “you’ll live mama” he says squeezing her thigh she side eyes him “don’t give me attitude” he says patting her thigh she smiles. “What do you want?” Von asked Lana she thought for a minute “chicken tenders and French fries” she says smiling he shakes his head and smiles “that’s the only thing you eat when we come to any restaurant” he says while looking at her “I just like chicken tenders” she says with a smile.

After they ordered they made their way home the ride wasn’t as talkative but there was communication between the two here and there “Von did you get the weed, last week?” Lana asked the dread headed male, he nodded at the question “yea, I got it after I got off work” he said. They finally made it to their home, they walk inside and made their way to the couch.

After 20 minutes of eating they began to talk about random things “oh, I’ll go get the weed” Von says getting up, Von soon came back with a bag of joints already rolled up “you got them pre rolled?” Lana asked him as he sat back in his spot “nah I rolled them two days ago cause I remembered that you told me you didn’t like rolling them up” he says with a smile, he opened the bag and handed her the joint he watched the way her mouth wrapped around the joint once she had lighted to joint and inhaled the smoke she let out a sigh of relief.

“You look pretty when you smoke” Von says while smiling at her she smiled at the compliment. After an hour they were on cloud nine just talking “Hey Lana, you remember when first started smoking with me?” He says looking over at her with the faint sound of music playing in the back she looks over at him and smiles “yea, you almost let me die” she says jokingly with a smile , she moves a little bit closer to him he wraps his arm around her shoulder as they continue smoking.

Von looks down at the female beside him, Lana feels his eyes on her and looks up at him “what’s up vonny?” Lana says with innocent eyes Von puts one of his fingers on her chin and leans closer and stops “do you want to do this. . .again” he says Lana nods her head “ no no I need words mama” he says moving his hand towards her neck she whimpers at the long forgotten feeling of his hand on her throat

“Yes I want this” She says moving closer so that she could feel him closer he puts his empty hand on her waist

After what felt like an hour Von moves his hand from her neck to place on the other side of her waist, he begins to grind her on his clothed crouch, Lana whimpers at the friction Von leans towards her neck and sucks, kisses and licks her neck, he sucks on her neck just at the right spot she whimpers louder than before Von chuckled at the sound he continued to attack that area. Von unattached himself from her neck and looked at her with a smile “take this off for me please” lana whines while tugging at his shirt he smiles and

begins to take off his shirt lana also took off her shirt as well

Von began to unhook her bra while they started kissing passionately lana whimpers into the kiss Von slowly takes off her bra and starts to kiss slowly down from her neck to her chest Lana moans slightly at the feeling of his tongue gently licking her nipple, Von continued to lick and suck on her left nipple while his unoccupied hand twisted and gently tugged at her nipple she moved her hands slowly into his dreaded head she can feel him smile. After a few minutes of Von teasing both of her nipples he looks up at her “I miss this you know?” He says kissing her cheek she looks at him and smiles “me too”.

Von gently laid Lana on her back and started kissing her neck then went further once he reached her pants he looked up at her for a sign that he could take off her pants, she nodded he looked at her with a stern look “words.” He says rubbing her thigh she rolls her eyes “Von, please” she says looking at him, he smiles and unbuttons her pants he pulls her pants down slowly while kissing her thighs

she giggles at the feeling of his lips “Von, stop teasing me” she says in a whining tone Von smirks and kisses her thighs, he moves up slowly towards her pussy then he stopped she looks at him with frown “why’d you stop” she says gripping his hair a little tighter he looks at her and smiles “I want you to beg for it” he says while rubbing her thigh she looks away from him “if you don’t beg then that tells me that you don’t want it.” He says sitting up “wait, don’t go please.” She says reaching for him to come back.

He chuckled at the sight that was unfolding in front of him, his submissive little girl was taking over again “Von please” she whines Von takes his place right in between her thighs he kisses closer to her clothed cunt she moans at the feeling Von looks up at her and smiles “you don’t like being toyed with do you mama?” He asked with a sarcastic tone and she whimpered “no, no I don’t so please do something.” She says with a frown Von slowly pulls her panties down and throws them somewhere behind him , Lana shivers as the cold air hits her pussy “Aw mama you’re so wet for me.” He says rubbing her clit in a circling motion with his thumb she moans at the feeling of him finally touching her “it’s been so long since I saw my girl” he says leaning forward to kiss her clit.

Von began place small kisses on her pussy lips “Von come on stop teas-“ she was cut off by the feeling of Von slowly putting his finger inside of her “were you saying something” he says, she moans and grips his hair tighter Von smiles and kisses her clit while he speeds his finger up a little faster he slows down a little bit to “you think I can add another finger mama?” He says looking at her “mhm, I can take it” she says smiling at him. He continues his actions from before and adds another finger Lana moans at the feeling “you like that baby, you like when I kiss, lick and suck and finger your pussy baby?” He asks while moving his fingers faster she moans louder than before “oh my god yes I love it” she says arching her back a little, she starts to feels her stomach tightening, Von feels her pussy squeezing his fingers he moves his fingers faster “cum for me mama, be a good girl and cum for me.? He says he began to suck her clit a little harder

Lana lets out a loud moan as she cums “good girl, ride it out” he says as he continues fingering her he kisses her clit before he starts to slow down, with his fingers still inserted inside of her he moves up towards her lips and kisses her. He pulls out his fingers and licks them clean “you okay mama?” He asks as he sits up “Yea I’m okay” she says smiling Von pulls her into his lap “Do you want to-“ Lana was cut off by the sound of quiet snores she looks down at Von and smiles.

“One I want us to be official not just friends with benefits, but we don’t have to be in love” she kisses the top of his head and drifts off to sleep.

#song inspired #smut #friends #friends with secrets #spotify #sexy content #weekend #entertainment #my fic #fictional characters #fanfic

[messywordsss]

Dream a little dream #2

It happens again.

 I’m in bed and it’s 5 am. I can’t sleep. I don’t want to anymore.

 Suze is sleeping next to me, she rolls over and one of her arms fall over my waist, it grounds me, I’m suddenly not afraid of dreams anymore.

 So, I dream.

 I’m agitated, there’s a long dark hall in front of me, I can’t breathe properly, my body feels heavy, I’m covered in sweat and I can feel chills all over my skin, well not my skin per se. there’s a tug in my hand, I look down to see a little girl looking terrified. She has these big brown orbs for eyes, full of fear and despair. My mind is still foggy, I can’t recognize shapes or colors, everything is kind of foggy and dark.

 I take a deep breathe, focus on the colors, think about the way light and darkness fall over shapes, I remember what people looks like, what beathing actually is and I finish stepping into this new skin of me, this borrowed body I’m currently habiting, I let its own conscious merge with mine, I ask for memories and it gives them to me.

 Now I know.

 But do I?

 -Gwen- the little girl looks at me with tears running down her chubby brown cheeks, I can see her bushy hair now, brown like dark chocolate, small sweaty hands, worn down clothes, pink snickers and a really tattered pink teddy bear -Come here baby- I take her into my arms and I can feel the love and warmth this body exudes for her, I can see swings, beaches, a little pup, Christmases, birthdays, hospital beds and cemeteries, but they’re together, always together.

  -Daddy? Are we dying? Is Momma going to be there? -  the world gets blurry for a second, this body suddenly feels off, too much emotions, too much awareness of something off going on with them, he is fighting my own consciousness but I can’t let him win.

 -No baby, nothing’s gonna happen, we’re going home- and then I hear it. The screech.

 I take Gwen’s head and put it in my neck, silently telling this body I’m going to help as much as I can. I turn around breathing slowly and trying to calm myself to face what’s behind us.

 -Play…- a small voice echoes in the hallway, the dark walls begin to take green and purple colors, there are no doors or windows, no escape for whatever lurks in the dark -Play with me Daddy- the voice sounds closer and closer but I can’t find its source, I can’t see shit and this body begins to shake like a leaf -Daddy? - a hand touches my shoulder, it’s cold and wet, long long fingers with long awful broken nails, I shriek and start running, Gwen trembles in my arms so I hug her tighter not letting her see or hear anything.

 I run as fast as these legs can, the fear rises, control slips, a foot goes the wrong way down, I stumble to the ground but I take control right back and get up immediately, that doesn’t stop me from seeing what’s following me though.

 Fucking Pennywise, freaking tall lanky clown dressed in white and red, funny perverted psychotic smiles, orange crazy eyes and a big fucking fair hammer in its hands. I know it’s not the real deal, Pennywise is just a fictional character, but this thing looks a lot like him, covered in bloody with its sharp teeth going on every direction.

 I look forward again, cursing and screaming internally, the fog around the walls dissolves some more and I can see a dead end ahead of me, I rush forward anyways, maybe I can shape this, maybe this IS just a dream. I hold on even tighter to the little girl in my arms and pay little to no attention to the voice on this body telling to stop. The wall comes closer and closer, I close my eyes and prepare myself…

 And then I open them again.

 There is no fog, the ceiling is white, the walls are covered in drawings and posters, my body is my own, my sweat is my own, the hand on my waist is small but not chubby or child-like. I don’t scream for that wasn’t a nightmare, and if it was, it was not my own. I do not cry, they’re still alive. But I do get angry, I want to do something.

 -Good or bad? - the hand on my waist tightens, the bed shifts and a light is turned on.

 -Bad, I wanna go back – I hear a tired sight and then Suze’s footsteps as she goes to the kitchen to make some coffee while I begin my reentering process.

 The process is not really that fancy or a real process per se, I just think about what happen and I let myself fall into it again. I begin by remembering the little girl, Gwen, the chubby cheeks, the small sweaty hands, the fear in her eyes, the comfort she was searching for in her father’s arms. I think about him, how it felt to be inside him, how his conscious welcomed me looking for some help, some light in those dark dark halls.

 The world shifts and so do I.

 There is no more fog, but there are no more halls either. There is a room, grey walls that don’t quite reach the floor, the floor is tile, white tile. Three of the four walls are completely bare, the one in front of me has thing attached to it, handles, bars, knobs, some hangers, rope attached to rings in the whit ceiling, and many other things that weird me out.

 -Play Daddy- man I hate that voice, my right hands closes around a smaller one and I look down at Gwen, she doesn’t look as scared as before, more like determined, like she knows something I don’t, something I haven’t placed yet.

 I take a second look around, between the floor and where the actual walls start there is at least a meter of distance and there is literally nothing holding the walls to the floor or the floor for all I can see, we could be floating in space and I wouldn’t know or doubt it. This is not my world, I don’t know its mechanics, its laws or its reality, maybe I haven’t had enough time to accept it, maybe this body doesn’t accept it either, maybe Gwen and He aren’t from here either.

 The maybes swirl around my mind while I try to focus on the many objects displayed in the wall in front of these two bodies and three consciousness. And then I see it, a small tiny tinny duct high in the wall.

 -Climb Daddy – Fucked up Pennywise 3.0 is on a far corner, hammer swinging in one hand, pink teddy bear in the other.

 I walk ‘till the wall and look at the stuff attached to it, I put my hand on one of the handles but I noticed it’s not screwed into the wall, it looks like its just resting in there by some magic. I pull. It comes of the wall along my hand. I curse. We’re fucked. Well, they’re fucked.

 None of the things in the wall are actually screwed into it, they’re just glued, maybe He can make it, but not the girl, the girl will die, this wet soggy version of Pennywise is going to chew her and spit her and play with her little body like a little pup playing with his favorite chew toy.

 So I take a different stand, you see, some stories have to be played a certain way, you can’t just fuck around with them, saving the ones you like and killing the ones you don’t, but it’s okay to fuck up from time to time. Dreams are like that for me, I can let them play themselves, or I can actually step up and play around.

 -Let’s play- I grab one of the big handles in the wall, the one like looks like an old rusty tube and I smile wickedly towards fake Penny.

 Best thing is, he looks fucking terrified, and I may get caught for this, those fuckers following may get me, and fuck me up, and maybe even Suze if she doesn’t fuck them up first, but as I look at this freaking nightmare being terrified of the little narrative change I’m about to make, I can’t help but laugh and enjoy MY narrative.

 ……….

 -Fucker? – I open my eyes tiredly, there’s a cup filled with delicious black coffee in front of me and I take it like its ambrosia and I’m some kind of thirsty mythic god.

 -Dead, left him like that ass that called you a whore last week at the bar- Suze laughs and smirks like the little devil that she is, she has a pad on her lap and a pencil in her hand, a spare one into her scarlet hair keeping it up and away from her face.

 -Host? – she gets her serious face on as I sit with my back to the headboard.

 -Black, 36, male, dark brown eyes, out of shape, maybe poor or maybe that world was in bad shape, had a daughter with him, Gwen, 6, black too, chubby cheeks, brown eyes, dead mother, some kind of sickness – Suze starts sketching the new characters as I keep saying the little things I remember before it’s too late.

 -World? Situation? - Suze switches from time to time to the second pen to take notes, letting her hair fall on one of her shoulders, like the blood that was covering that fucking clown.

 -I don’t know, it was weird, some fantasy some not, dark, scary, foggy, there was a clown, Pennywise-like, it was fucking terrifying, I had to change the narrative, we´re probably being traced right now- Suze finishes sketching the new characters and takes notes in the new world two, she puts the number #231 on the top of it and hangs it on the wall alongside #015 the Superhero world.

 She gets out of the bedroom and a couple minutes later I feel the house shifting, the bar and the apartment on top start moving like a Rubik’s cube and then we’re gone, off to some other part of the world where the people need a pub to go to drink and spill their secrets, a place where we’re going to stay until I dream of another world that needs a change on its narrative to save the hosts I end up liking.

 -I hate my job – Suze fall on the bed again and turns the lights off.

 -Sweet dreams little keeper, we both know you wouldn’t have so much fun with another dreamer – Suze groans and flips me the bird as I leave the room to start breakfast.

#dreams #nightmares #actually dreamed this #writeblr

[metalandmagi]

Winter 2021 Anime Worth Watching!

Since 2020 basically sacrificed itself to give us the most stacked anime season of all time, I’m currently buried under the weight of almost 20 shows airing per week. So for anyone who’s looking for some anime to watch this winter, here’s some first impressions! I’m speed running my list this time by only talking about the new shows...because otherwise this would be my great American novel. 

If anyone’s interested, I have master lists for both 2020 anime and 2019 anime, because there’s no shortage of fun things to find. 

New Shows!

And before anyone asks, So I’m A Spider, So What? isn’t on here, because CG spiders freak me out.

Cells At Work Code Black: This...less comedic spin off of Cells At Work (made by a different studio) takes the wholesome concept of Osmosis Jones meets cute anime girls and turns it on its head. In this much more depressing version, we follow a rookie red blood cell who works in the body of an overly stressed, alcoholic smoker who puts every strain on the body imaginable. I love Red Blood Cell AA2153 and his co-workers, but man am I glad we get the regular Cells At Work airing this season too, because I need something fun and uplifting after seeing my sweet son go through hell every episode. 

*Heaven’s Design Team: Have you ever wondered how God came up with some of the weird ass animals that live on this planet? Like, what’s the deal with giraffes? And why can’t we have dragons and flying horses? Well this is a comedy about the engineers and designers in heaven creating the new animals that are going to inhabit the Earth. That’s it, that’s the show. It’s kind of in the same vein as Cells At Work, having comedy blend with a surprising amount of educational information. If you want something light and funny, this is the show for you (though I don’t think it needs to have full length episodes). I’m just hoping there’s an episode about how the hell the platypus was created. Also it’s the only new one available on Crunchyroll.

Horimiya: A romantic comedy about a girl named Hori who fits the image of a perfect queen bee and a quiet bespectacled boy named Miyamura who never makes an impression at school. When the two meet by chance outside of the classroom, we see that Hori is practically raising a younger brother by herself, and Miyamura is actually a sweet guy who happens to be covered in tattoos and piercings. This show is an exercise in breaking down the images people have of others in their minds, and it’s a concept that really hits home in a fun and meaningful way. Honestly, this has become one of my immediate favorites. The characters have great chemistry, and I can’t wait to see more of them!

Monster Incidents (Kemono Jihen): When big shot Tokyo detective Inugami is called to a rural town to investigate a series of strange animal deaths, he finds a mysterious boy with the nickname Dorotabo who has been shunned by the other children in town. As the detective gets closer to Dorotabo, he discovers that there may be more...inhuman secrets to the boy than he realizes...and Dorotabo discovers that Inugami has some secrets of his own. This is a hard show to sell without spoiling the first episode, but it had twists and turns that kept me engaged from start to finish. I’m really interested to see where the plot goes, because I thought this was going to be something totally different just from the PV and series summary. If it plays its cards right, this could be a great paranormal detective show!

Wonder Egg Priority: A psychological drama about a girl named Ai who starts having dreams about a mysterious egg that promises to give her what she wants most in the world...a true friend. Before long, she begins to see how the dream world and reality are tied together, and trippy antics ensue. It’s hard to say more without spoiling anything, but I had to go back and add this one in because I made the mistake of thinking it was an OVA when it’s actually a full series. And what a series it’s starting out to be. This anime has all the psychological discomfort of a Satoshi Kon product with the beauty and style of something from Kyoani (even though it’s made by Clover Works). It’s really one of those anime you just have to see to understand.

Sk8-∞ (Skate the infinity): An original skateboarding anime from Bones, featuring a typical sports anime protagonist who takes a new transfer student who has never skateboarded in his life under his wing. Together they compete in dangerous races and take the skating community by storm. The character designs rival Appare Ranman’s in outlandish creativity, and I can smell the main characters’ ship dynamic a mile away (considering they’re exactly the same as the protagonists from Robihachi). If you’re looking for some wild and crazy fun with top notch skateboarding animation, don’t skip this!

2.43: Seiin Koukou Danshi Volley-bu (Seiin High School Boys Volleyball Club): Yes, it’s another volleyball anime. And no, it’s not just a clone of Haikyu. This story follows Yuni Kuroba, a physically built but emotionally weak teenager who finds out his childhood friend Hajime is moving back to their hometown for high school. Yuni discovers Hajime has become an exceptional volleyball player and they join their school’s volleyball club hoping to turn the unknown team into a rising star. If anything, this anime is much more like Stars Align or Free, where the sport is a backdrop for letting the characters explore their personal problems. Or at least it seems that way after the first episode. I went into this show ready to throw it in the trash because how could anything compete against my beloved Haikyu, but I found myself really enjoying the dynamics of the main duo and I’m curious to see what the rest of the team is like.

And speaking of sports anime rip-offs…..I can’t believe I’m including this but…

Skate Leading Stars: The show where the animators clearly wanted to design another throw away idol anime but saw how popular Yuri On Ice was so they decided to make whatever the hell this show is instead. It revolves around a fictional team sport called skate leading, and we follow the world’s most insufferable main character, a former figure skater named Kensei who wants to return to the ice and join his school’s skate leading team after he finds out his childhood rival is going to compete in the sport. Look, this show is just trashy enough to get a certain type of audience hooked, and it mainly has to do with the best boy of the winter season, Hayato Sasugai, the aspiring team “coach” who pulled most of us into watching this show with his punk appearance, snide comments and smug personality. He’s basically the lovechild of Izaya Orihara and Shizuo Heiwajima in a high school sports anime setting. The show treats itself with the perfect amount of sincerity to get away with being absolutely ridiculous most of the time without making you feel like you’re watching it from a dumpster...like Try Knights. You will know after one episode whether this show is for you. All I can say is, Hayato is worth the watch, and I haven’t seen any 3D animation used for the skating scenes (yet) so that’s a win for me. 

Honorable mention:

Jobless Reincarnation ( Mushoku Tensei): Yet another isekai where the main character is hit by a car (big surprise) and gets reincarnated into a fantasy world...but he happens to remember his previous life and narrates himself growing up as a jaded adult. I’m only including this because it looked amazing animation wise, and I love the opening where getting hit by a car and dying is actually traumatic. And I love the protagonist’s parents (who are retired adventurers who just want to bang all the time). But honestly...the main character is the fucking worst, and I don’t know if I want to keep watching it because of how creepy and weird he is. Like...he’s the hit on your fantasy mom as a baby kind of creepy and weird. But for anyone who wants a cool looking isekai that had an amazing PV, it’s worth checking out. 

Continuing Series!

Because the real gold of the season is in all the established anime getting their next seasons, I’m just going to list some of the things that are also amazing and definitely worth checking out if you haven’t already (because I’ve already talked about most of them at some point and don’t know what else to say).

Attack On Titan season 4

The Promised Neverland season 2

Beastars season 2

Log Horizon season 3

That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime season 2

Re: Zero season 2 (second cour)

Dr. Stone season 2

Cells at Work season 2

Osomatsu-san season 3 (second cour)

Higurashi New (second cour)

Jujutsu Kaisen (second cour) 

Not to mention all the shows I don’t watch that everyone else loves...like World Trigger (which I have seen quite a bit of, but long shounen shows are too much for me now) Quintessential Quintuplets, and Non Non Biyori. 

So there’s just some of all the anime airing this season. Hopefully, someone can find something they like. Here’s to a great year...well, of anime at least...

#anime recommendations #anime worth watching #dr stone #the promised neverland #that time i got reincarnated as a slime #beastars #cells at work #cells at work code black #log horizon #horimiya #monster incident #kemono jihen #sk8 the infinity #2.43: seiin high school boys volleyball club #re: zero #skate leading stars #heaven's design team #jujutsu kaisen #higurashi new #wonder egg priority

[veronica-17-hood]

a request <3

a letter from jason, enjoy ;)

mi amor.

hi my darling Ev,

i know it’s been a while, a really long while and i’m sorry for that. though i hope you enjoyed the cursive my love, that’s the only phrase i can write even halfway decent.

you are probably worried sick about me, a whole month no calls, no letters, no nothing. which i hope you understand.

i’m currently writing this is a dark room, pretty sure B is trying to emulate an actual cave in order to get back into his mojo but who the hell actually knows.

he told me time and time again no outside contact, super stealth mission, so stealth he made me take off the red from my uniform.

i know you just gasped.

yes, he made me take off the red helmet, the red bat, hell even the red fucking gloves he made me shove in a duffel bag.

i look like i’m going to a funeral. it’s so sad.

i probably look so dorky right now, i’m hunch in a corner with a small light trying to write this for you. i’m speaking my words out loud trying to make it seem like i’m having a conversation with you.

i miss you so damn much.

i miss your smile, your laugh, the ways your eyes twinkle when i made those stupid jokes or start ranting about fictional characters i despise.

i miss the way you jump in my arms every time i get home, or the way you slump into them everyday after work and you hearing you complain about your boss.

i miss the way your lips feel. i miss seeing them turn up and get all red after even the smallest linger of a kiss.

i miss the way you used to patch me up, trust me B isn’t as fun when it comes to stitches.

i just miss you, so so fucking much.

i’m sorry that dick can’t give you much information as to what we are doing or where we are headed. but as long as you don’t go telling the Bulgarian embassy that we are wandering around their streets at night i think i can go ahead and tell you we are wandering around Bulgarian city streets at night.

i know you just snickered and shook your head at me, don’t do that pretty girl.

B is going to get up soon.

i know this letter is short, i know you need more than a few lines of my handwriting. i know that you need me, because Ev i need you a million times more.

he’ll kill me if he sees me writing this, but he’ll understand. he sent a morse code message to selina earlier tonight, thought he was being discreet.

but then again he thought he was being discreet dressing up as a bat and roaming gotham.

there you go, i got you to smile.

at least i hope you smiled at that or else the smile on my face really has no reason to be spreading so much warmth across my chest.

i can just seen you looking at me, big old doe eyes crinkling as you smile at me doing some domestic task, teasing me, loving me, making me finally feel home.

you are my home darling.

my safe place, my love.

it shouldn’t be long now, few more days, weeks tops.

please know how much i love you.

i know i don’t say it much when i’m there, but i hope you know i love you, with everything in my body and soul.

i hope you feel it too. feel the love that makes my heart swell and pump out of my chest.

because i do. i love you.

i’ll be back to you soon, mi amor.

forever yours,

jason

#batfam #batfam au #jason todd #jason todd fluff #jason todd x reader #batkids #jason todd x y/n #soulmates #dick grayson #jason todd headcanon #dc comics #red hood #batfamily #bruce wayne #dc fandome #headcanon #letters #mi amor