#AND THEY DIDN'T LIKE THAT SO THEY STAGED THE ACCIDENT THAT FUCKED HER OVER???

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I don’t know if this is an annoying request but is there any way to get a Drabble of when reader had gotten jealous (in the past before the accident) when she found out that joel and Angie had history. In one of your previous chapters, Joel described it as some of the best sex of his life 👀

-Kiwi 🥝💚

Not an annoying ask at all! Thank you for sending this to me, this was a great idea! Sorry it took so long to get to it!

Jealous

An I Know Who You Are drabble

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Warnings: smut (18+ MDNI), blow job, unprotected piv sex, language, edging, lil bit of dom reader/sub joel, masturbation, angry/a little rough sex, jealousy, possessiveness, spanking, hair pulling

WC: 1.6K

A/N: I want to let everyone know this part of their history took place very early on in their relationship. Reader does not yet know his secret, they are in the 'messing around' stage and if you recall, Joel once compared reader to taming a wild horse. So the reader in this story is very different from the one we know. Enjoy!

"Please," Joel whimpered, no longer above begging.

You were between his legs, his cock leaking and heavy in your mouth. With every swirl of your tongue and pump of your fist, he felt himself getting closer and closer to the brink just to have you pull away with a devilish smirk. It was maybe the third time you left him gasping for breath but he lost count so he couldn't be sure. His brain was a jumbled mess and his skin was on fire, soaked with sweat due to his heart pounding so furiously in his chest for the past twenty minutes.

"God, I love it when you use your manners," you purred. You cracked your back and neck with a soft moan, completely ignoring his cock throbbing and aching for attention in front of you. "It really turns me on. Wanna see?"

He groaned and arched his back off the bed, desperately trying to get you to touch him again. He wasn't used to this. Whatever it was you were doing together was fairly new and while the sex was always good, this was something else. And all because at dinner that night, you discovered he fucked someone else well before you even arrived in Jackson.

It was beginning to bother him how non-committal you were. The first couple times you were together, he didn't mind. In fact, he preferred it that way. Especially considering the guilt that weighed him down ever since he first recognized you. But recently, something changed in the way he looked at you, thought about you, felt about you. He was so fucking rusty, he had no idea how to shift the nature of your relationship to something more meaningful. So when Angie showed up, batting her lashes and touching his shoulder at the bar while he waited for you to finish playing whatever game you were playing and come home with him, he leaned into it a bit. He tossed Angie a smile just to add fuel to the flames and make you end the charade. And out of the corner of his eye, when he saw you stiffen and slam down your drink, he felt his cock twitch with excitement.

Maybe he shouldn't have pushed your buttons.

"You're not listening to me," you said sternly, grabbing his chin and forcing his attention back onto you. "I asked you a question."

"Yes," he rasped, "show me. Please," he added, remembering at the last second how you liked it when he begged. You smiled and let his chin go, then took that very same hand and slowly dragged it down your bare chest, over your stomach and underneath the fabric of your panties. You tipped your head back and moaned when you slid two fingers into your pussy, and when you began to rock your hips into your hand, still kneeling between his legs on the bed, he whined and fisted the bedsheets next to him.

He desperately moaned your name, wiping the sweat from his forehead, but you cut him off.

"So wet," you whispered, rolling your neck and opening your eyes, steadily holding his gaze while you continued to fuck yourself with your fingers. "Feels so good. Maybe I'll just make myself come, instead."

"No!" he growled angrily, sitting up and grabbing the back of your neck. You gasped in surprise but he could see your eyes sparkling with excitement and the corners of your mouth twitch.

"No?" you repeated, tilting your head to the side and sinking your teeth into your lower lip, your eyes locked onto his, now inches away from your face while you snapped your wrist even faster between your legs.

"I wanna make you come," he said through clenched teeth while he did everything in his power not to grab you by the waist and slam you down on his cock.

"If you don't like it, maybe you should've taken her home tonight, instead," you seethed angrily, then your eyes fluttered closed and your mouth fell open when your fingers finally brushed up against that one spot that always made you come undone. Joel's nostrils flared when he realized you were close and decided he had enough.

"Fuck this," he muttered. He wrapped his hand around your wrist and yanked it out from between your legs, and before you even had a chance to open your eyes and yell at him, he scooped his other arm around your back and flipped you over so you were lying underneath him. He smirked down at you, finally getting the upper hand. "Did I make you jealous, baby?"

You scoffed and wiggled underneath him, but he pinned you down.

"Don't be ridiculous. You're allowed to fuck whoever you want."

He hummed and noticed your fingers still glistening with your slick. He grabbed your wrist and popped both your fingers into his mouth, his tongue lapping up your arousal with a heady groan, making sure to lick up every last drop before releasing your fingers with a grin.

"Only wanna fuck you, though."

He noticed the way your expression softened a bit, just for a split second. The first crack in your armor. But before he could dig into it deeper, you shifted gears.

"Then go ahead and fuck me already."

He yanked your underwear so fast down your legs, you heard the fabric rip, but you could hardly care when a moment later he was sinking himself inside you with a strangled groan, both finally finding some relief in the familiar stretch.

"Y'drive me fuckin' crazy, y'know that?" he murmured into your cheek. He held your jaw tightly in his grip, his hips roughly slamming into you as you gasped and moaned under him. With every harsh thrust, he brushed against that one spot, already stimulated from your fingers earlier. "Can't just admit you're jealous? Wouldn't look my way all night 'til someone else did and now look at you. Makin' a mess all over my cock."

Your eyes flared with anger and you yanked your chin out of his grasp. Grabbing a handful of his hair, you pulled as hard as you could, causing him to lose his balance for a moment, but it was all you needed. You wrapped your legs around his waist and with a grunt, rolled him over onto his back so you were straddling him.

Your mouth crashed down against his, teeth clashing and tongues messily licking into each other. With your heavy breaths mingling together, his hands roamed, grabbing onto every part of you he could find until they settled on your hips. He helped guide you in his lap, fingers digging into the fatty area where your thighs and hips creased, adding more force every time you dropped back down onto his thick length.

"Jesus, fuck!" Joel growled, lifting one hand to slap your ass, the sharp sting making you gasp until the pain faded and you ordered him to do it again, so he did.

You moaned and tilted your chin to the ceiling, hips grinding into him so you could give your burning thighs a break but it apparently wasn't enough because he started to ram up into you, soft grunts slipping past his lips with each thrust.

With little warning, your back arched and you cried out, convulsing and squeezing his cock as you came, gasping desperately for air. He couldn't tear his eyes away, completely mesmerized, like usual. You were gorgeous, he always knew that, but when he got to see you fall apart for him, it transcended his definition of beauty and left him in awe.

Once you collected yourself, he pulled you down to his chest, burying his face against your neck and wrapping his arms tightly around your ribs, slamming into your used cunt over and over, making you whimper against his skin.

"I wanna come inside you so fuckin' bad," he whispered, the words sending a shiver down your spine.

"You can't," you whispered back, leaving out but I wish you could.

"I know."

With a rough groan, he pulled out, causing your eyelids to flutter weakly and your pussy clench angrily at the loss. He pulled your hips down flush so he could rut against you, stilling momentarily when his hot spend spilled out, smearing all over your stomachs.

After giving him a moment to catch his breath, you tried to roll off of him but he didn't loosen his grip.

"Just another minute," he said softly into your shoulder. He felt your body relax and he inhaled deeply, breathing in your scent for later. He tilted his head so he faced you and locked his lips with yours, one hand coming up to cradle the back of your head as he deepened the kiss. But you didn't allow it for long. You never did.

"Joel," you murmured against his mouth, pulling away and pushing yourself up. He sighed and let you go, watching as you stood on shaky legs to enter his bathroom and clean yourself up. You handed him the wet towel before collecting your clothes from the floor, holding up your mangled underwear with one finger and giving him a look. He chuckled as he wiped his stomach and shrugged.

You rolled your eyes and turned around so he didn't see the smile on your face as you got dressed. His eyes raked up and down your body for a moment before he said, "you don't gotta leave, y'know."

"I have patrol in the morning."

"So?"

"So I need to get some sleep," you said, pulling your shirt on and fixing your hair. He was really growing to hate this part. "Maybe I'll see you tomorrow," you added over your shoulder as you headed towards his door. He didn't respond. He just watched you leave, a slow smile pulling at his lips because even though you acted indifferent towards him, the fact remained that you were jealous of another woman giving him attention, and that had to mean something.

#no asks are annoying btw #send me all your thots #ask #ikwya fic #drabble #joel miller #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fic #joel miller smut #joel the last of us #joel miller x reader #pedro pascal #joel miller fluff #pedro pascal characters fanfiction #the last of us game #the last of us hbo #the last of us fanfiction #the last of us #joel miller fanfic #joel miller tlou

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Fearless 6

PART 1 PART 5

Masterlist

"The first thing you will learn today is how to shoot a gun. The second thing is how to win a fight." Your voice rang out through the shooting range, as Four passed guns out to each person. You caught the way Tris tried desperately to make eye contact with him. Trying to not feel satisfaction when he didn't look her way. "Thankfully, if you are here, you already know how to get on and off a moving train, so I don't need to teach you that."

Christina chuckled a little before looking your way, "Can you teach us the tuck and roll? It was flawless." You blushed slightly at the praise, something you weren't use to. You nodded and laughed a little "You will all develop your own way of getting on and off without completely fucking yourself up over time. IF you pass, so stay focused." 

"Initiation is divided into three stages. We will measure your progress and rank you according to your performance in each stage. The stages are not weighed equally in determining your final rank, so it is possible, though difficult, to drastically improve your rank over time."

You watch Four as he stops behind Peter, a gun in his own hand, the same one everyone in the room is holding. "We believe that preparation eradicates cowardice, which we define as the failure to act in the midst of fear," says Four. "Therefore each stage of initiation is intended to prepare you in a different way. The first stage is primarily physical; the second, primarily emotional; the third, primarily mental."

"But what..." Peter yawns through his words. "What does firing a gun have to do with...bravery?" Four flips the gun in his hand, presses the barrel to Peter's forehead, and clicks a bullet into place. Peter freezes with his lips parted, the yawn dead in his mouth. "Wake. Up," Four snaps. "You are holding a loaded gun, you idiot. Act like it."

He lowers the gun. Once the immediate threat is gone, Peter's green eyes harden. You dont even try to hold in the laughter that bursts from your lips at his face. You were sure if the gun had been pressed any longer he would've shit himself. You only laugh harder when his cheeks turn bright red. 

"To answer your question...you are far less likely to soil your pants and cry for your mother if you are prepared to defend yourself." Four stops walking at the end of the row and turns on his heel. "This is also information you may need later in stage one. So, watch Y/n." When he turns back to you, he winks before walking to lean against the wall next too you. 

You face the wall with the targets on it—one square of plywood with three red circles on it. You stand perpendicular to the target with your feet roughly shoulder width apart. Holding the gun in both hands, and fires.

 The bang is so loud it should hurt your ears but they are dead to the noise now. "For a right handed shooter, the left hand holds the forestock, elbow pointing down. The right hand holds the grip, elbow pointing out, but not exaggerated." You explain while demonstrating what you mean. 

You turn and fire a few more times, each time just making the hole at the center bigger. All their heads crane to look at your target, most in awe, while Peter just looks more pissed. "Its your turn, Four and I will be around to fix stances and answer questions... As long as they arent stupid." You say looking directly at Peter and then with a small smile at Christina. 

Watching Tris try to shoot is.. painful. She has almost emptied the clip and hasn't hit the target once. While you're in a terrific mood (wonder why) you know she will grate against that. As you walk towards them you hear Will, the Erudite boy speaking too her. "Statistically speaking,you should have hit the target at least once by now, even by accident." He is blond, with shaggy hair and a crease between his eyebrows. 

Hes struggling enough as is, he doesn't need to be correcting anyone. "Is that so?" You say sarcastically as you step between them. You lean to the side and look at his target, which he has only hit once. Looking back to him you try to keep your voice flat, it doesn't work but you tried. "Maybe you should worry about your own target kid.." 

His ears turn pink on the egdes before he turns back, Tris shoots one last time catching the end of the target.. Barley. 

She turns back to him with a smug look on her face, "Guess I got it". You scoff but before you can speak Will says "So you see, I'm right. The stats don't lie." Again you scoff, this time rubbing the muscle that connects your shoulder to your neck. 

"Will.. Sweetheart... Your Erudite is showing.. Tuck it away for me quick yeah?" You say before turning your back to him and clapping your hands together once. "Tris.. You hit the target once.. Barley hit the target once.. If that was a person it would barely qualify as a flesh wound. Depending on how big their clothes are it wouldn't even be a flesh wound.. Do NOT get cocky. Do something half ass right because your angry does not mean anything." 

Walking away from the two you can feel her eyes on you. When you look ahead Four is staring back at her, you roll your eyes before addressing the group. "In the field, the chances that you will be angry are slim. It is more likely that you will be scared, nervous or anxious. None of that should matter as a Dauntless. Your bravery and courage should overshadow everything. So when you do something in anger and it somehow comes out correct, don't take it seriously."

"Take it seriously when you can pick up any weapon and use it as an extension of yourself.  Guns, swords, bow staff.. A metal pipe you find laying around, you need to be able to pack everything besides your job and your life away." You look around refusing to look at Four again, when you see that they all have finished the ammo that has been provided you dismiss them for lunch.

 You take your lunch break in Toris chair, the stinging sensation of your new tattoo present as the ink sinks around your thigh. Tori chuckles and rolls her eyes as you roll to your stomach to get it finished. Some would be ashamed, laying here in your underwear but not you. The finger bruises on your thigh bring you nothing but joy. 

"So.. you and Four still going with this whole friends with benefits thing?" Tori asked while lining everything up. When the buzzing restarted it stung a little more than normal, due to the tenderness of your flesh. You nod and close your eyes allowing yourself a small moment of peace before having to deal with Eric who you know will be at training. 

"I dont see why you two dont just admit you have feelings for each other and get together. Spare us all the long drawn out drama." You smile at Toris bluntness, she always has such a way with her words. 

"My feelings aren't the only ones in this scenario, we both know Four doesn't like me like that. I'm just enjoying it while it lasts." You wait while Tori wipes your leg down, before standing up and handing you the shorts that will now be covering very little of your legs.

Tori looks at you incredulously "That boy has just as many feelings for you as you do him. Your both stupid. But I will be here, the ever wise old lady to hold your hands through whatever drama you both cause."   

You laugh again, feeling free for the first time in a week. The feeling is fleeting though as Tori opens her mouth and asks "How is Tris?" Your face falls and you sigh loudly, "Shes making it hard. She cant walk one line, one minute shes practically hiding behind the others begging to not be seen. Then the next shes in Fours face yelling. She cant shoot but when she clipped the edge of the target she acted like she got a bullseye first shot. I don't know how to deal with her if I'm honest. Im not Tori Wu." 

The dark haired woman in front of you steps up and cups your cheeks. "You are strong Y/n, you can do this. You have too. I don't know what but something is happening, you need to be prepared for it." 

After answering a few more of her questions, all about the new girl you tell her you need to go. Really you needed to go ten minutes ago, but who's counting?? 

When you step into the gym you take a breath to apologize for being late. But when you see Four pressed up behind Tris, his fingers pressed against her stomach as he 'instructs' her you stay quiet. Instead just making your way through the punching bags watching. Stopping only to correct Al's stance, without touching him, before walking away. 

Your showing your weakness by caring so much for him. That voice crows in your head as you keep walking. At this point you've been there a half an hour and Four hasn't noticed. When you stop next to Christina you can feel Tris's eyes burning into the back of your head. "You're doing everything right besides how you're making a fist." 

Christina stops looking down at her hands before releasing her fingers and looking back at you. You smile and congratulate her in your head, if shes silent that means shes learning. Just as you hold your hand up to show her how you want her to do it you hear Tris mumble 'How many ways are there to make a fist?' 

Taking a calming breath you slip into work mode. The mode that sets you apart from the others, the one with no feelings, no worries. Just a solid perfect work ethic. "Your wrapping your thumb around the end of your hand leaving it straight when it should be down. Wrapped over the first knuckle of your pointer finger." 

Showing  her what you mean, you watch her do it and see the annoyed look on her face. You laugh a little before continuing "I know its uncomfortable, but I promise dislocating or breaking your thumb is a lot worse. Plus once it becomes a habit you wont even think about it." You catch a few other students fixing their mistakes around you, which is encouraging. 

"Next your stance is pretty good, but I prefer having a more solid base. You stand squarely facing your target, then drop the foot on your dominant side back and out to an angle, 30 maybe 40 degrees. You should keep your feet a comfortable distance apart, but the exact difference is a matter of personal preference. Some people are taller and can keep their legs further apart like myself. But your on the shorter side so you'll want to be closer." 

The entire time you speak to her you show her with your body how to move. That small voice in the back of your mind is screaming about how you can teach without touching them. How that means Four wanted to touch her, he never touches people. You keep talking over it, trying to be the perfect teacher. Trying to show yourself why you are here. 

"Now the last and most fun part." By this point over half the class is listening to you. Four has stopped walking around and is just watching you teach, but you're studiously ignoring him.

 "The first thing to remember is that the punch should go straight forward, rather than out to the side. The idea is to send your fist out and bring it right back to its original position, with as little extraneous motion as possible.If you flare your arm out, like in the movies, your target will have plenty of time to avoid or block the strike—and you're going to leave yourself wide open to getting a punch in your own face."

"The full punch motion stems from turning your hips." After demonstrating again you watch as Christina does it, smiling at her and offering her a high five. You turn to watch the others and feel pride bloom in your chest as they all start performing the task correctly. 

"Good job Tina.. Peter, Al and Will.. You are all doing well. Keep it up, that's how we work our way up the board." You saw the shock on everyone's face as you congratulated Peter, but you needed to be as unbiased in the 'classroom' as you could. If he failed it wasn't going to be said that you had it out for him. 

You were not going to tarnish your reputation, because of some spoiled brat whose parents told him he was better than others. He would fuck up, and you would be there to catch him. But until then you have to do your best to treat everyone equally. Even Tris. 

After ten more minutes you dismiss them for the night. Reminding them when they need to be in their dorms and not to go out without someone. You make your way out in front of the group, still trying to avoid what is sure to be an awkward conversation with Four.

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Boring part, sorry guys! Ill try harder on the next chapter!

#tobias eaton x reader #four eaton #four x reader #divergent #divergent fanfiction #tobias eaton

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for outing my sisters (SECOND) pregnancy and causing drama

I (20f) am aware that accidents happen, but she doesn't even know the man to her (22f) first (thusly no child support is involved in this equation). Discovery of this information is due to me being the one that does the bathroom trash. It was... not well hidden, to say the least.

Pure flavor and context, our relationship would be less rocky if she had any sense of responsibility at all. From 15 onwards constantly out of money yet up the ass of every hangout/party in town, constantly trying to make it anyone else's job to keep her entertained. Has very much dropped out of college for #1.

But, actual event wise... I get to the trash can, and I'm thinking... oh god, not again. And so soon? Because baby #1 is about 10 months (male if it matters) at sending. Mom has already bent over backwards to handle this without destroying *my* attempts at college, and there's not a doubt in my mind my sister would have gladly gone "Surprise! Not my problem now🎊! " if I'd given her the space to do so.

Phrasing it like that feels mean, but it's been 98% mom doing it all. Diapers, feedings, you name it. If it's not cute enough for social media my sister has not put her hands on it. In my moms fantasy world this was to give my sister the chance to go back to the local college.

Now at first I didn't actually plan to say much of anything. It just... seemed risky in a way I didn't want the backlash for. But a friend of mine and her girlfriend were moving, and their planned roommate bailed, and I do very much have a job an can pay rent. The nitty gritty is way more complicated than that but I'm trying to not bog this down.

I waffle for a couple of days as I process the whole thing but I commit to thinking later and acting now about moving and by what's month 1.75 I'm planning what posters of mine to take/leave. There's been a second confirming test popping up in the trash.

I have to tell my mom, finally, that in three weeks to a month I'm gone. Slightly unsurprisingly, I get asked "Well, why? Why now?"

I did kind of think through it in advance, but honestly every other small reason just... left me? I choked HARD and y'all know the blank "ohshit" moment where you've got Nothing.

It was a messy conversation and I'm skipping a lot, but thankfully dad and sis were out to not hear it. She didn't fully believe me until I walked out the door to the new appartment, and it didn't end there technically, but I just sorta grey rocked it with the sole give that I think mom is going to collapse over this because she's not twenty some anymore chasing *us*, and I think mom wasn't processing it either until I was out the door.

Final stage, I've packed and am seconds from leaving. Mom asks one final question of "What exactly would you suggest here, if it's real, then" in that tone where it's not about getting real answers, it's about shaming me. She is scathingly told to make my sister homeless about it if she doesn't abort, so that it'll maybe motivate her to at least get child support if not put a stop to the slope of shitting them out like litters.

Roommates are fine thus far, but I'm introverted and don't really leave my room unless I need something so the space for conflicts are minimal. So I'm a week into the new apartment (thusly she's 3 to 3.25 months pregnant) when I get a heated, ranting phone call. I sure hope you can figure out who's calling that's *mad*.

First of all apparently I'm a cunt for taking the joy of announcement away from my, as she tried and got "We know." Because that is so fucking important for a college drop out on kid #2 to have, apparently.

More interestingly I'm apparently a double cunt because mom had been toying with asking me for rent, as my sister doesn't work either and babies are expensive. This was not aired to me by mom herself, but even if I hadn't asked her myself afterwards I wouldn't have doubted that part.

And I'm apparently a mega triple cunt, because (as I turned around to interrogate mom about because. What?) mom had a crystalizing moment where it did very much click to her that my sister had no intentions of stepping up in anyway shape or form. Why she's jumped straight to "you abort or gtfo" like I suggested to be an asshole didn't get cleared up to me beyond "No, no. You're right. Responsibility must be taken."

A different friend has asked where the fucks my dad in this; spinless with no opinion because if he dares to dissent he'll implode. Moving on.

I think that while I might have jumped sharks everyone else is now on a plane of drama that I don't need to follow, and should in fact be kept the fuck out of. I also think I've also hit an anger stage of this whole situation so trust in my own narrative should be cautious.

I'm gonna, like, pause the emotional train here? And mention that I'm not asking about moving out. I'll be guilty about moving out specifically when my sister sucks my dick for forgiveness (note my 20f label). But this has dropped an emotional bomb in the family and my friend groups interconnected enough that they'd've heard about it even if I said nothing, and this is now hotly debated (and most of my friends are on mute on my phone lol), and by now it's no secret the ''make her homeless'' idea first came out of MY mouth, no matter how mortifying it is that it was taken seriously on impulse arguing about it is about seven steps behind where the debate needs to be.

Again, I'm at the point of anger feeling good. She gets irresponsibly knocked up once already, drops out of college and refuses to get a job, and then runs off and does it again after dumping all real work onto other people. I think she's lost the right to have happy fun time pregnancy, and I'm here to get a (late) opinion from people decidedly more objective than anyone I can speak to rn. It's not like the pregnancy won't be here in the time this takes to move through queue.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Sorry, just this little ficlet, and then I'll continue taking my break. I actually got some progress made on my WIP . . . Whoops, I accidentally wrote a little bit of smut. It was supposed to be just an accidental kiss.

18+ MINORS DNI

Eddie and Steve were friends. To them, they were like Steve and Robin, bound by trauma whilst being completely platonic. Oh, how very wrong they were. The realization came to them by complete accident. Eddie and his band finally had a gig that had a crowd a lot bigger than the crowd back in Hawkins. Corroded Coffin was playing at a decently sized bar just outside of Indianapolis. Steve and Robin were the only ones who could get away. Well, Robin had happily invited Vickie along with them, too. The three of them cheered when Eddie walked up to the mic and threw up devil horns in their direction. The horns slowly dropped, however, when he saw what they were wearing. All three of them were wearing homemade Corroded Coffin t-shirts, and they were all bright pink. He scowled at them and began to play.

Steve was thrilled to watch him play. He couldn't be more delighted at the sight of his friend ruling the stage. . .fucking owning the stage is what he was doing. Steve’s heart rate skyrocketed as he watched Eddie's long hair flow backward, exposing his throat as he tilted his head back. Eddie's crop top was drenched with sweat, and droplets ran down his stomach. God, Steve wanted to lick it. Wait. . .what? Before he could question that thought, the show ended, and Eddie was leaving the stage. Steve had to go see him.

"You go, we have to pee," Vickie said, her eyes shining.

Steve scoffed and waved them off. He knew exactly what they were going to do. Steve went into the back, only to find that Eddie wasn't with the rest of the band.

"Yeah, Eddie's in the back office there. He's getting out his excess energy. He was scaring Frankie again," Gareth said.

"I am NOT scared of Eddie, asshole," Frankie muttered.

They hadn't been kidding about Eddie's energy levels. He was practically bouncing off the walls when Steve walked into the room. He threw himself into Steve’s arms and hugged him tightly before pulling back. He was beaming like the sun.

"So, what'd you think?" Eddie asked.

"You were awesome, man! If this is what metal sounds like when you play it, then I could listen to it all of the time," Steve said.

Eddie grabbed his face and pressed a hard, grateful kiss to Steve’s lips. When he felt Steve tense up in surprise, he pulled back, his face red.

"Sorry, I don't know where that came from," Eddie said, and Steve gazed at him for a moment, his mouth open.

"Don't be," Steve quickly. "It was a, uh, nice kiss. Very nice."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Fuck, I liked it too."

And that's how Steve found himself pressed up against the wall of the office, Eddie's mouth against his in a hungry kiss. God, it felt like Eddie was trying to devour him. Maybe he was, and maybe he wanted to be devoured by him. Was that what that feeling was? Yeah, he knew it. It wasn't any different than when he had strong feelings for a girl, but it was different in a way that felt more final, like he didn't want to kiss anyone else ever again. Maybe that's why he chose to ignore it all these many months that they had spent hanging out together.

Steve moaned as Eddie's hands wandered up his shirt. Eddie cupped his pecs, his thumbs brushing over his nipples and working them as he moved his lips to Steve’s neck. Steve cursed. Suddenly, Eddie's hands were back over his shirt again. They gripped the collar of the shirt tightly as Eddie moved back. He tore the shirt cleanly down the middle.

"Pink, really?" Eddie asked, and Steve grinned wickedly. "I knew you did that shirt on purpose. Bad Boy. Don't worry, I have a couple shirts I brought with me. You can wear one of mine."

Eddie's eyes darkened at the thought of Steve wearing his clothes. He slipped the rest of the shirt off of him before tearing off his own shirt. Steve gripped his hips, pushing him backward until Eddie's legs hit the back of the small couch. Eddie sat down, and Steve straddled him. Steve’s hand dove in between Eddie's legs and cupped Eddie's clothed hard on. Eddie moaned and cursed Steve’s name as he pressed his hand further against him.

"Goddamn it! Fuck you, Steve," Eddie cursed again.

"So, you don't want my hand inside of your pants. . .hand pressed against your hard cock. . .hard just for me, huh?" Steve whispered in his ear.

The image of Eddie with his head tossed back, just like he was now, on stage fueled the fire that was burning inside of Steve. His tight pants were constricting him. They almost hurt.

"Yes! Fuck! I want you to touch me!" Eddie exclaimed and whispered.

Steve unbuttoned his own pants before doing the same with Eddie's. He wanted to stroke their dicks at the same time. Once this fire was lit, it seemed difficult to put out. Steve had slipped his hand into Eddie's pants when the door burst open. Robin came in with Vickie. Everyone froze. Robin stared at Steve and Eddie. They stared back at her while Vickie backed away slowly out of the room.

"This is exactly what it looks like," Eddie said, Steve’s hand still down his pants.

"What the hell?! I thought the three of us were all platonic with a capital p!" Robin exclaimed.

"Sorry," Steve said, not looking sorry at all.

"It's alright," Robin said softly. "I'll forgive you since you're being queer and all. Eddie finish getting fucked by my best friend and buys us some drinks. You owe us for scarring my girlfriend."

"I'm not scarred! I think it's great! I just didn't want to see it!" Vickie hollered.

"Bless her, she's delusional," Robin said and backed out of the room.

"Tell Gareth to bring us some shirts!" Eddie hollered.

Steve climbed off Eddie, laughing with them as he collapsed next to him.

"Ugh, she ruined the mood," Steve complained.

"Yeah. . .so, queer, huh?" Eddie asked.

"Well, what we did definitely wasn't straight," Steve said and they laughed.

The door opened and Gareth came in with his eyes shut.

"Robin said that I should close my eyes because there's something scary going on in here. Eddie. . .did you really try and fight Steve? We told you before you can't take him," Gareth said. "Even in a hypothetical fight."

Eddie scowled and crossed his arms while Steve struggled to contain his laughter. He watched with a fond smile as Eddie pouted, his bottom lip jutting out. He had really been buried deep in his denial because how could he have possibly thought that he and Eddie were just friends?

#stranger things #eddie munson #stranger things s4 #joseph quinn #eddie stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson lives #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie fanfic #steddie smut #they both wake the fuck up at eddie's concert

[hailey-murdock]

Hey sweetie got a Matt / Reader request. Reader is traveling and leaves Matt dirty ASMR, which he likes to listen to and enjoy it 😏🍆

Lust

Paring: Matt Murdock x Fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ mdni, smut, masturbation, orgams denial, pain kink, praising, teasing, degradation, dry humping

Other characters: (mention of:) Foggy Nelson

WC: 2.1k

A/N: This ask got me feral. Holy fuck this is hot. Matty has me in a chokehold. Hope you enjoy <3 (Reblogs, comment and likes are appreciated)

In the most unexpected moments of life, passion has a way of attracting the center stage and rewriting our stories in ways we never imagined possible. For Matt and you, this was certainly the case.

Matt hated when you had to go and leave him even if it was just a few days. Sometime last week you had received a call that your sister needed someone to take care of her, after an accident she had.

Matt wanted to go help out but after taking down Fisk the firm was much more recognized. Which meant taking on more clients and more cases.

It helped so much that it helped to pay the bills but he couldn’t just leave Foggy on his own to deal with all the work they had on their plates. So Matt stayed while you went away.

But as you embarked on your trip to visit family, little did Matt know that a surprise awaited him in the form that was unexpected for him.

You both called when you had an opportunity to do so. Never in the time you've been with Matt have you been away from each this long. You missed his touch on your body. The way Matt could leave you breathless, seeing stars within seconds.

For Matt it was worse, waking up each morning with a cold and empty spot next to him in his bed. Your scent lingering in the apartment. He missed coming back home after a long day at work and not finding you in the kitchen like his perfect housewife.

The night before you left you bid each other one form of goodbye and that was, sex. God, how the scent of your arousal, and the smell of sex lingered around drove Matt mad. After dropping you off at the airport, he came back home and the smell hit his nostrils and made him lightheaded, a rush of heat ran down to his pants. It hadn't even been an hour and he already craved you.

However, Matt called you on his lunch break exhausted. He was stressed with a case he had taken on with Foggy and he was getting frustrated at the lack of touch from you. The passing of each ring over the phone made him grow more irritated by the second, but until you answered your phone that faded away.

"Hi baby, how are you?", you said with a slight grunt as you got up from the couch to walk to your room to have some privacy. But that didn't help Matt, it only made him think how it was a similar sound you would make while underneath him.

Matt felt his throat go dry but somehow he managed to get words out his mouth. "H-hey sweetheart, I'm great. What about you hun?"

As you told him how you were doing and how you told him about your sister he lost track of what you were saying. Focused on the sweetest sound he ever heard, your voice. His hands roam down to his thick thighs to his lap, so close to where he most wanted it.

"Matt? Are you okay?", you grew a bit worried as you heard his heavy breathing and lack of communicating with you. The first thought that came to mind was that maybe he was hurt and he needed help.

"Huh? Oh, uh yeah. I'm fine sweetheart. Keep talking, I like listening to your voice, I'm listening". Matt tried his best to play it off and act like he wasn't palming himself as he listens to you talk over the phone.

"Well, um actually sweetheart I need your help with something". He thought he was being selfish for asking something for his own pleasure. But Matt desperately needed something, anything.

"Tell me Matty".

Oh, that's when Matt fell apart. He liked it, no he loved it when you called him "Matty". He was starting to feel embarrassed, but he was glad that there wasn't absolutely nobody in the office to hear his next words.

"I need you sweetheart. Need to feel you. P-please. Anything, j-just give me something", if your panties weren't wet earlier than for sure they are, right now. It was rare when you would have Matt begging or asking for something, even if you told him that he didn't need to ask. Damn him and his catholic guilt. These were the moments you treasured more.

"My sweet boy feels so lonely, doesn't he? Misses my sweet, wet and tight cunt, isn't that right baby"? A smirk creeps onto your face loving to tease him just like Matt would do to you. Call it getting even.

"Y-yes. Miss you so m-much sweetheart", Matt would get nervous in times like these. Nobody had made him feel this way before.

"I bet you're touching yourself right now like a whore" you toyed with your clit, doing your best to maintain your position.

"F-fuck. Mhm yeah baby I am. Fucking wish it was your hands instead of mine" Matt threw his head back, the pleasure and desire clouding his mind.

"Who told you, you could touch yourself?" You loved taking charge of Matt in the bedroom at times. Even if you weren't there with him, you knew to make Matt fall apart for you.

"N-no one", he moves his hand away. A groan escaping his throat, his cock throbbed, it was a mixture of pain and pleasure.

"Exactly, now this is the deal. Since you decided to play with yourself without my permission I won't help you with cumming right now".

"Sweetheart but-", Matt thought he could try to change your mind but he was absolutely wrong.

"No, I don't want to hear it. Keep whining and I won't help for the rest of the week".

"Yes ma'am", Matt said breathlessly. Even being submissive Matt knew how to choose wisely his choice of words

"Good boy. Like I was saying before, you're gonna touch yourself for the rest of the day until I say so. If you're able to do so, I might reward you later. I have to go now Matty. I love you baby". The plan in your head was vile but yet so wickedly good.

"O-okay. I love you too sweetheart", after you hung up. You weren't busy or needed to go, you just wanted to give Matt a piece of your mind. The torture you felt from his teasing was something now he was starting to understand.

Nobody was at home, you were all alone. Your mom had taken your sister to the doctor, so you didn't need to worry about the sinful noises that were gonna fill your room.

You pulled off your shorts and grabbed your phone to record what you were about to do, recording yourself while touching yourself until you orgasmed.

Matt spent the rest of the day tense, his mind wandering to you, your moans, your body, and your taste. Foggy had even noticed how Matt looked like he was about to lose his shit. The man was flustered, his knuckles white from how hard he made a fist. So Foggy decided to send him home, thinking that maybe his best friend was sick.

On the way back to the apartment Matt had his briefcase covering his erection. Once he arrived at the apartment he took off all of his clothes except his boxers. He laid on his bed rutting his hips against the bed to gain friction, he thought that his actions didn't consider him touching himself. Which he wasn't so he wasn’t being entirely bad.

Too caught up in his trance, in the back of his head he heard his phone call out your name. It took so much willpower to pull himself away, he was so close. Matt grabbed his phone and it automatically read your text message "for your ears only".

Matt pressed play for the audio and when he heard your sweet groan his cock twitched underneath his boxers.

Leaving no detail to the imagination, the audio captured your sultry voice teasing and tempting, igniting a fire within Matt that consumed his every thought and desire. With each word and moan, you painted vivid images in Matt's mind, arousing his senses like never before. As the audio played, Matt's heart raced with a mixture of exhilaration and anticipation.

The sound of your voice, a perfect blend of vulnerability and seduction, commanded Matt's attention wholly, as if you were in the same room, your bodies entangled in a passionate embrace.

Unable to resist the intoxicating allure of your smutty audio, Matt surrendered himself fully to the experience. His mind became a playground of desire, as he closed his eyes and pulled down his boxers just enough to free his cock. His cock hit his lower abdomen causing him to groan. His rough hands immediately went straight to his cock, rubbing the precum around as lube. Matt let the waves of pleasure wash over him.

Every breath, every sigh, every carefully chosen word in the audio became a symphony of passion that resonated deep within Matt's core.

As the smutty audio played on, Matt found himself captivated by the way you expertly described the things you were thinking about.

"F-fuck, love your c-cock Matty".

Engrossed in the imagery painted by your words, Matt felt himself being transported to a realm where your bodies transcended physical limitations and merged into a shared realm of passion and intimacy.

"Touch yourself baby, wa-want you to f-feel good"

Matt's other hand instinctively traveled across his body, mapping out the imaginary contours of your silken skin. His fingertips traced the path of your words, dancing along his own flesh as he envisioned your touch. The audio had awakened a primal hunger within Matt, one that could only be sated by your presence.

With each word spoken in the audio, Matt's imagination ran wild as he could almost feel you right there with him.

Matt could practically taste the desire in the air and feel your presence beside him, his body reacting with uncontrollable longing.

The room was filled with groans, grunts and whimpers as Matt pulled away his hand each time when he was about to cum. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, wanting to make this moment last longer.

As Matt immersed himself in the audio, he couldn't help but marvel at how sensory cues were able to elicit such a powerful response within him.

The sensory immersion provided by your audio allowed Matt to experience a heightened state of arousal and desire.

With his senses engaged solely through the auditory stimulation, Matt's focus was intensified as he shut off other distractions and allowed himself to be completely immersed in the seductive world created by your voice.

Matt felt like he couldn't hold himself back anymore longer. He needed to cum badly, now.

"Cum Matty, cum for me baby. Let go, let the people who you are a whore for. Scream my name".

And with that Matt came with his hand wrapped around his cock. Squeezing it tightly imaging that it was your sweet cunt swallowing him whole. Your name leaving his mouth loudly, the neighbors could most likely hear him, but he didn't care.

The combination of auditory stimulation and Matt's active imagination created a truly immersive experience, blurring the lines between reality and fantasy.

Matt laid on the bed, his hand reaching for you. But there was a lack of your warmth and body. Sadly you weren't there to take care of him after that earth crashing orgams. His hand found his phone and he called you.

You answered with a smirk on your face, "Hello".

"T-thank yo-you", Matt was out of breath, his voice rough and heavy. His breathing was heavy, his entire body covered in sweat. Happy with the release he desperately needed.

"Of course baby. I'm happy you enjoyed it".

"I fucking loved it sweetheart", Matt smiled sweetly over the phone, his eyes shutting, growing tired.

"That's good, when I get back it'll be even better but get rest now hun, you need it big boy", you as well were tired, already in bed with the covers covering your body.

Matt hummed, not even a minute later he was already sleeping, his soft snores were the last thing you heard before ending the call.

The next morning Matt woke up better than ever. He knew last night wasn't the last time he was gonna hear that audio you sent him.

As Matt eagerly awaited your return from your family visit, Matt couldn't help but feel a deep longing to recreate the electrifying sensations that your audio had sparked within him.

#matt murdock #matt murdock smut #daredevil #daredevil smut #matt murdock x you #matthew murdock smut

[restinslices]

We going fluffy for a lil? YAY! Can I request EarthRealm guys being dads for the first time?

This is longer than what the Earthrealm guys typically get. Usually they all get around 200 words because writing for them takes longer because it’s 5, but this was so cute I got carried away and they all got around 400-500 words😀

Johnny Cage

A mini Cage? Are you serious? 

Can I be honest with y'all? I think this kid would be an accident 

Because of that he'd be nervous. Johnny has a huge ego but he also has huge debt and a dwindling career so he'd be worried about how he'd even take care of this child 

He'd work extremely hard to get more money. He'd even sell his house to get a smaller one that's more affordable (that's how you know he's serious)

He covers his nervousness with humor. This is a whole human he's gonna be raising now

The closer the delivery date gets, the more nervous he gets. His partner moves a little weird and he's “IT'S COMING!”

Calm down Johnny. Damn. 

The entire delivery he's jumpy as fuck. He didn't realize how long it'd take and his nerves are through the roof 

Does Johnny have a huge ego? Yes. Is he an asshole? Yes. Does he make everything a joke? Yes. But this is different. There's a human that's relying on him to survive 

Everytime he looks at the baby he's like “oh shit, I got a baby”

Baby accidents actually make him cringe. His baby vomits on him and he has to physically stop himself from throwing it 

Johnny as a girl dad? Omg. 

That's his little princess. Any money he makes goes to her. She has so many unnecessary toys and he dresses her like an actual princess 

The baby got its own room from jump 

He'll never be against a tea party or a makeover 

During those makeovers he's giving pointers. “Don't use that color, it'll clash with my hair” type of shit 

Be prepared. No matter how hard you try, this kid is becoming a mini Johnny 

He tries to be really active in her life when he's not acting 

Has debated on retiring but you need money so that's not happening 

You'd think he'd want his kid to become an actor but he knows that shit is not safe so absolutely not 

He makes little films with her though. Really cute shit he'll rewatch when she's older 

Time to him goes by so fast. He feels like he blinked and suddenly she was 18 

He's the dad that gets emotional at her graduation. Straight sobbing as she walks the stage

“I'm a cool dad” *puts on shades*

Ok Johnny 

His ability to not take shit serious doesn’t entirely disappear. He’s the parent the child wants the principal to call when in trouble

Little fashion shows? Absolutely

His kid is so spoiled, it's ridiculous. Even if he didn't want a child, he loves them with every part of him 

Kenshi Takahashi 

Another accident baby-

He's trying to fix this whole clan situation so a baby is not something he was thinking of

So when he's told he's gonna have a baby his heart stops for a quick second 

Being terrified is a normal reaction and trust me, he's terrified 

He doesn't know how to be a dad at all and videos aren't helping 

I know I mention this whole on the run from the Yakuza thing a lot but that's a big ass problem. How do you have a baby when mfs are gunning for you?

Why does he agree to keep it? I ain't think that far but anywho, it's too late now. Too far along-

He tries to prepare himself by looking up videos and reading books. He wants to be an amazing dad for his baby 

We don't know how his parents were but I'm assuming his childhood wasn't the best

He promised himself that he's gonna care for this baby and give it a fantastic childhood 

Idk how his vision works now tbh. I'm assuming he can always see so I'm guessing that's not a problem 

Once the baby is here he's all over it. You'd think he gave birth with how much he's playing with it 

I wanna make all of them girl dads tbh and I'm the one writing this soooooo that's what imma do-

Kenshi is making sure everyone is comfortable. His partner and the baby. He's gonna help anyway he can

Having a tiny human depend on him is definitely a wild concept to him

He wants to teach his daughter how to fight but he doesn't want to make her a monster if that makes sense 

He wants to make sure she never uses her skills to harm others for no reason and because of that, any school reports about violence is taken seriously 

Let that school call him and he's asking 20 questions tryna see who the aggressor was. If his daughter was being harassed and she defended herself  then as long as someone wasn't seriously hurt then it's ok. If his daughter was the aggressor? Oh nah

Kenshi is not afraid to lecture and discipline (I don't mean whooping. Whether or not you think any of them would is up to you. I'm not getting into that. Be free) his daughter 

His kid is never walking all over him. He don't let them slide with shit 

He's harsh but it's in a loving way. He's not on her ass for no reason. He wants her to conduct herself well and to be a good person and better than the people he's been surrounded by. He carries this out by being a bit more harsh and strict than he needs to be

That teenage rebellion phase is gonna kick his ass. Omg

He's strict but I don't think he'd be unsafe for his daughter to go to, yk? His daughter knows she can go to him if she needs anything 

If she felt like she couldn't tell him something, his poor little heart would break

I don't think he'd ever take his bandana off around them. Idk how the healing would work but I could imagine it'd still look brutal 

So protective of her. Let someone move towards her a little quick, he's on his feet before he even realizes it 

He doubts his parenting at time and how safe he can keep her but he's doing a really solid job 

Kung Lao

Idk whether or not his baby would be an accident or not 

Either way, Kung Lao has a huge ego and he'd assume it can't be that bad 

He definitely can figure all this out as he goes along. It'll be easy. Nothing to worry about 

He wishes he could go back in time and smack himself for being so stupid 

At first it's fine, then he remembers he has to consistently deal with a baby and he's like “I may have miscalculated”

Why do babies shit so much? They're so small. 

Terrible Twos have him stressed 

When the baby's teething he slowly starts to lose his grasp on reality. All the yelling drives him nuts but he's locked in now 

He tries to use his baby as a challenge to keep him motivated but honestly babe, you're never winning that challenge. Babies are unpredictable 

He has to learn that. Babies are a learning experience and you can't try to use them as some great challenge. Just relax and take things one at a time 

He also teaches his baby how to fight 

Makes them a mini hat but puts something non sharp on the edges, like crayons or something 

Some may think “oh a daughter! She has to be feminine and sweet and blahblahblah!”

Nah, that's now how it works with him

His daughter is learning some Leon Kennedy moves 

After what he's been through he's definitely teaching them how to fight because conflict will always happen. You're never catching his daughter slipping 

The dad that asks “did you win?” if his child gets in trouble for fighting at school 

Let's his child watch scary movies 

He's never doing that bullshit again. She was up all night and he's never regretted anything more 

The type to “randomly” decide to sharpen his hat when his daughter brings a boy over 

“What are you doing dad?” “I'm sharpening my sharp hat that's sharp enough to cut through humans… because it's so sharp”

Puts “The Great” in front of her name whenever describing her 

His daughter probably has a huge ego also. This dude does not teach her to be humble and compliments her when she does anything 

You think a mini Johnny is bad? Mini Kung Lao gives them a run for their money. 

Raiden

I feel like Raiden would have kids when he's older. Idk why but I think he'd be way more careful than everyone else 

So when he hears he's having a baby, he's both nervous and excited 

He's on it. Decorating the nursery, reading books, looking at websites, he's on it all. 

He wants to be prepared so he doesn't mess up 

Messing up is inevitable but don't tell him that 

Once the baby is here, he's super happy. The room is already decorated and he's so glad they can lay in there 

Super affectionate towards his baby. Constantly kissing her head and playing with her 

If any of the other Earthrealm men have a baby, he insists on playdates 

Even if they don't, he plays with his daughter enough 

The type to actually make his voice higher when playing with dolls

Gives his kid cute nicknames that they'll undoubtedly get embarrassed by when they're older 

Are we surprised he also teaches his daughter to fight? No. 

He was minding his business and was told he had to help protect Earthrealm. His kid gotta know how to scrap 

He keeps a good balance of combat and normal childhood so it's fine 

He does little lightning shows for his kid. Is it irresponsible? A little. Is Liu Kang gonna take it back though? No. 

Raises a daughter similar to him; soft spoken and sweet but is willing to throw down when necessary 

He's the parent that genuinely hears his kid out when they get in trouble 

Since this is his first kid he's new to all of this so making mistakes is something that'll happen. Good thing about Raiden tho is that he's willing to apologize when family conflict happens 

He takes so many pictures, it's ridiculous 

Takes pictures the entire first week of school and is spamming Kung Lao with them

He's really invested in child drama ngl. A kid threw a book at another kid? Tell him more so he can gossip with Kung Lao

Discipline is difficult for him because he honestly doesn't know what to do. He's worried he's being too harsh and doesn't wanna push his kid away. It's common knowledge that they'll grow up, move away and he won't see her as much so he doesn't want to push them away and lose them earlier than necessary 

Kids need some sort of discipline though so he gotta figure it out 

When his daughter no longer needs him to check the closet for monsters, his heart might shatter a little bit ngl 

He's taking it one step at a time and honestly? He's doing really good 

Liu Kang

Probably didn't even know he could have kids

He just assumed a keeper of time was outta the game so wdym a baby is on the way?

Liu Kang has watched humans evolve so he's watched plenty of parents raise their babies so he has a lot of references 

He's not as nervous as everyone else. Like I said before, he has plenty of references of what to and what not to do so he's pretty confident in his abilities 

He's only nervous about the threats they'll face once they're alive. Man is used to fighting for his life 

Decorates the nursery and child proofs the entire house 

Makes sure his partner is incredibly comfortable. He wants them completely relaxed 

He packs the bag for when the delivery happens, he doesn't leave the room unless necessary, he's really supportive. 

Once the baby is here he's lowkey hogging the baby 

Thinks his partner should be relaxing after so the baby is always in his arms 

This baby to him is the most precious thing he's ever seen. Having a family is something he really wants so he's on cloud 9

Watching over his kid to see if they get any powers like him, which is likely 

Liu Kang has a good balance between discipline and softness. He's not super strict but he doesn't just let them get away with anything 

Imma sound like a broken record but his daughter is scraping. This is Liu Kang we're talking about 

His daughter is gonna become Gamora-

Fighting skills will be impeccable. Say excuse me if you bump into her or she's going 2 back flips, lighting her body on fire and blowing the area up 

He wants to spend so much time with his daughter. He knows how fast time flies. He's seen humans not appreciate each other and that's not happening with him. His daughter will know she's loved 

He has references like I said earlier but that doesn't mean it's the easiest to do. He tries his hardest though and is probably the most patient

He's more excited for the firsts than they are. This is not your first day of school Liu Kang, why are you so geeked?

Tons of photos of his baby 

Other dads can be really stressed when it comes to their kid growing up but I think he's more accepting of it. Is it sad seeing his baby grow up? Yes. He's used to the idea of aging though. Also his kid is immortal like him so he's comforted by the idea of them never growing older than him 

Liu Kang is a parent that is 100% ok with admitting when he's wrong. There's no toxic shit with him. If he fucked up, he fucked up. 

Probably has the most or one of the most humble kids 

Very affectionate 

Probably wants more kids 

10/10 dad and imma stand on it

“Forgive me Kenshi. I misspoke.” Liar.

I always ramble at the end of these so here I go: y’all I am out of dry dog food and I’m broke so I can’t pay my sister to get food from her job so I’ve been feeding my dog wet food, right. It is 3am, so naturally we’re not on a walk rn. Why did she drop the most devastating shit? I actually wanna walk into traffic. I did not know it could be audible. She didn’t even eat anything before she did it. Donate to $JMentallyUnstable for my cause😔 (I’m joking but not about my suffering. She’s small. HOW is a felony coming outta you bro?) (If I find a tall building-)

#mk1 #mk1 2023 #mortal kombat 1 #johnny cage headcanons #johnny cage mk1 #johnny cage #dad johnny cage #kenshi takahashi mk1 #kenshi takahashi #kenshi takahashi headcanons #dad kenshi takahashi #kung lao #kung lao headcanons #kung lao mk1 #dad kung lao #raiden mk1 #raiden headcanon #raiden mortal kombat #dad raiden #liu kang #liu kang mk1 #dad liu kang #I love them

[eddieswh0r]

Before He Cheats.

EddieXyou

Little one shot based on the song Before He Cheats.

Just imagine the song was released in '86🙈

Also may or may not have stolen a scene from another tv show 👀

Summary; You're late for one of Eddie's gigs at the hideout but things fall apart right before your eyes.

Warnings; Angst, heartbreak, cheating, public kissing, brief mentions of sex

8:17pm the alarm clock flashed red and if you didn't get a move on you were sure to miss the whole set. You'd promised Eddie you wouldn't be far behind him as he left in a huff without you to go meet his fellow Corroded Coffin band mates at the hideout, you told him you just needed to do your hair, which you both knew was a lie. You'd normally be ready by now and make your way over with Eddie but he had other plans, other plans being that he couldn't leave without making sure your legs were shaking and the contents of his balls were emptied inside you. After the tough couple of weeks you'd both had, you both needed that release. You'd not touched each other in weeks, which for Eddie, was unusual. His behavior had been all round strange, you'd barely seen each other and you felt un-wanted, but its not like you even bothered to make an effort with him, you didn't care, if anything you were glad. You'd been arguing a lot more and instead of going round to his after work you'd go straight home, you'd avoid his calls and go days without seeing him. You squeezed your thighs together and bit down on your still puffy bottom lip as you visualized what had happened moments before, shaking your head to rid the image you hopped out the shower, wrapping a towel around you, you made your way to the bedroom to start on your makeup straight away. You actually couldn't wait to see him, doing what he did best, making you proud. It had been a long time since you last saw him perform.

. . .

A smoky eye paired with a deep red lip was your finished look as your black hair fell to the middle of your back. A quick glance at the clock, 9:21pm "Fuck. Where the fuck is my purse" you muttered running round the trailer while trying to pull on a knee length, heeled boot. Hanging over the clothes rail you caught the glisten of the shiny black faux crocodile skin strap in the light, you tugged it off and threw it over your shoulder, rushing to make your way out the door to your car, not before spinning on your heel and hitting your hip, with a yelp of pain, on the kitchen counter to grab your car keys, uttering curse words and slamming the trailer door you jumped in your car. Shoving the key in the ignition you glanced in the mirror to check the path was clear, rolling your eyes you snatched out the roller you'd left in your bangs. You shifted the gear into reverse and then forwards and put your foot down speeding off with a screeching wheel spin, kicking up dust from the gravel under the tyres. Unbeknownst to you Eddie was trying to call you only to receive a dial tone, you'd accidently knocked the phone off the hook as you'd slammed the door behind you.

A slam of the receiver and Eddie turned to his band mates "Fuck it, she's not coming boys. I'm not waiting any longer." He picked up his guitar and went out on stage.

9:39pm. It was only 10 minutes to the hideout but you'd been stuck behind the slowest old lady going 25mph, you'd beeped, tried to over take and even driven right up her ass, but eventually gave up when she didn't take the hint. "He's gonna be so pissed with me" you sighed gripping the steering wheel, turning your knuckles white. "Ten fuckin' minutes i told him, 'oh i wont be far behind you babe'" you mimicked your own words in a silly voice.

10:02pm. Slamming the car door behind you, you hitched your purse onto your shoulder while calling the old lady every name under the sun. You heard no band playing as you got closer to the door, just the faint sounds of whatever was playing on the jukebox, your heart sank, you'd missed his set and man was he gonna be upset. They only play half an hour and you couldn't even manage to fucking make it. By this point you knew Eddie thought you just weren't gonna turn up, you knew him too well. Or so you thought.

As you slid in through the door, you made your way over to a dim lit corner and you took a seat. Looking towards the stage you could see Jeff struggling to take an amp through the back with a disgruntled look on his face. Where was Eddie? that's his amp. A loud crash made you jump and avert your gaze, now over to Gareth who was flailing his arms in the air, shooting angry glances ahead of him. Boy, if looks could kill. Part of his drum set scattered between the floor and the entry to out the back. He looked pissed. Your brow furrowed as you slowly moved your eyes across the room. A bleached -blonde girl was bent over the pool table, cue in hand while giggling and pushing her ass out. "Jesus, what a tramp" mid roll of your eyes you caught sight of the person behind her. Bent over her, face in the crook of her neck, very clearly pressing his crotch into her fucking ass, showing her how to shoot a combo. Your eyes slowly scanned him, from head to toe. Brown curls that fell to his shoulders, plump lips, a dirty smirk, a necklace with a plectrum attached. Tears pricked your eyes, a hand covered your open mouth, you didn't want to carry on looking but it was like a car crash, you couldn't turn away. A denim battle vest with the sleeves cut away, a motorhead patch, a w.a.s.p pin. You're eyes made their way to his face, What felt like barbed wire gripped your throat, you could see it, right there in his eyes. The lust. The same lust that you knew, come to think of it, that look of lust wasn't even there not 3 hours before when you were underneath him, moaning his name. "Eddieeee, you're a tease" loud giggles knocked you from your train of thought as you saw him, right there in front of you, their position had changed, although still pressed against a pool table, she was now facing him as he nibbled on her earlobe. Your heart ached at the sight. Never would you think Eddie would do something like this, never in a million years.

You'd snuck round to the side of the bar out of their view, sat on a barstool, you'd thrown back almost three quarters of a bottle of Whiskey and the anger built up inside. You watched them as the night went on, every little thing they did, how he bought her drink after drink, obviously something with a low percentage and fruity as she cant handle shooting whiskey, she'd previously sang some white trash version of something on the karaoke. "I'm s-sooo drunk Eddie" she giggled, hiccupping, rubbing her hands over his chest and down to his waist, up and down his torso, the same torso that was not long sweating on top of you earlier that night. "I know sweetheart" a shit eating grin across his face as his hands explore her ass and his lips crashed down onto hers. Sweetheart? No. Please, he didn't just fucking say your pet name to that girl right before he kissed her. Your fists bunched up at the side of you as the tears fell thick and fast down your cheeks, you stood up knocking the stool over and you held onto the bar for support. Stumbling outside you rummaged in your purse and grabbed your keys, making way over to your car you caught a glance of his van, the left corner of your mouth turned up into a smirk as you ran towards his van.

The screeching noise from the keys dragging deeply over the sides of his van were unbearable, it was a clapped out banger anyway, this only made it look better. You knew he always left it unlocked when at the hideout so they could either pack up quickly or so he could come to his van to smoke a quick j. You threw the doors open and picked up what you knew he kept in there. “It’s just for emergencies baby, just in case a deal goes wrong or, or we need back up” his words echoed in your mind. Two smashes later and you’d completely busted his headlights. “Hm this baseball bat DID come in handy” you laughed to yourself as you took a big swing to his drivers side window, climbing inside you took a pocket knife hidden inside his glovebox “y/n” you carved into each of his seats, laughing manically while the tears still fell fast, cheeks stained with mascara. You sat for a moment, a wave of guilt washing over you. Fuck. All you wanted most was his arms around you , telling you everything was okay, that he loved his sweetheart so much. Faint laughter soon stopped that thought and through the wing mirror you saw them, making their way over to his van, his arms draped over her as he followed behind still nuzzling her neck. You swiftly kicked the dented door open with some force and jumped down, leaning against the door you waited.

"Eddie, baby. When are you gonna tell her? You said you would and that was weeks ago" her whiney voice made your hairs stand up on end, there's that barbed wire feeling around your throat again, your eyes narrowed and before you knew it, you'd made your way around the van, four hissing tyres quickly releasing the air that was once held in them. "Hey!! what the fuck you doing? hey!! you!!" The hissing sound drew Eddies attention quickly as he started jogging over. "I'm fucking talking to you asshole, that's my fuc-." Eddies eyes widened as he recognized your face as you slowly rose up from beside the tyre. His whole demeanor changed from flirty, happy Eddie to kicked puppy Eddie.

"Y/n.. sweetheart, wh-what are you doing? You know that's my van right baby?" as Eddie took a step towards you, you moved back. "Edsss, what is going on, baby i wanna go HOME" the shrillness of her voice was intolerable. "Yeah, 'Eds'. What IS going on.." you folded your arms across your chest stepping out into the light. "Eds, who is this? Tell her to beat it" she shrilled, with a roll of your eyes and a scoff leaving your mouth, you moved a few steps forward, standing in front of her, you could see her bright pink lipstick faded, her hair clearly not a natural blonde and her blue eyeshadow was smeared. "Oh, me? Who am i? No honey, that's not the question you wanna be asking" I was his girlfriend. As you circled her, eyeing her up and down, Eddie watched closely, eyes wide. "The question you should be asking is, why have i wasted my entire night watching a cheap two bit whore and someone who was my boyfriend all over each other the entire night, playing fucking tonsil tennis?" you glared at Eddie with narrow eyes as he looked down at the floor. Coward. A cackling laugh brought you from your stare "Listen i don't know what imaginary world you live in darlin', but me and Eds have been together for a few weeks now" she finished with a toss of her hair and a stupid smirk. Everything was slowly coming together, it was her. She was the reason for his behavior. Your heart felt like it'd been taken out and stamped on. "...So if you don't mind, honey. Me and Eds are going home" your hand gripped the pocketknife still within your grip, knuckles turning white at the pressure. The most deranged laugh pulled itself from within your throat "A few weeks? Try 6 fuckin' years SWEETHEART." Your hand which held the pocketknife slowly lifted itself up to her face like it had mind of it's own, the girl stepped backward but you followed forward. "Edsss g-get this psycho away from meeee" the shrieks echoed the Hideouts parking lot and with a lunge forward, still holding up the pocketknife you shouted "BOO!" you couldn't hold the laughter in as she ran away screaming. You threw the knife through the smashed window as you just stood there, "Look Y/n.. I- I wanted to tell you, i thought i should, I really was going to, and then Steve convinced me not too" you just blinked at him, in shock most of all. That fucking asshole Steve, you wanted to kill him. "Do you realise none of this would've happened if over these past few weeks i didn't think that you didn't wanna be with me?"

"Alright, lets say i met someone else and, and you found out in a bar where you were running late and you got there to find me practically fucking on a pool table and THEN Eddie, you find out I've been fucking him for weeks, no. actually. not just fucking but we're together, in love with each other, fucking every day and every night, holding each other i-in bed, cuddling, would you be able to forgive me?" a choked sob escaped your lips as you imagined Eddie doing all that with her.

"Yes. I would"

"You'd have been okay with me being with another man? Kissing him, been naked with him, made love to him?"

"Yes"

"If you knew our hot, sweaty, tangled bodies..."

"LA LA LA LAAAA" Eddie cut you off by covering his ears and shouting, "Okay! Okay!! yeah, i would have been devastated but, i- i would still want to be with you, because i mean, its you. Its always been you, since kindergarten, always you"

You had found yourself sitting on the floor, back leaning on his dented van, it had been silent for over fifteen minutes now, you had no words after what he said, nothing. He sat perched on his drivers seat facing outwards and looking down at you the whole time, your head tucked down into your knees and your arms cradling around them.

"What, you're not even talking to me now?" Eddie jumped down and sat cross legged beside you, facing you, "I-I'm sorry okay? I'm sorry. I was out of my mind, I thought I'd lost you. I didn't know what to do. C'mon! C'mon, how insane must i have been to do something like this? huh? I-I don't cheat right? I-, that's not me, I'm not Steve. Y'know, Y'know what? I'm- I'm not the one who pushed me away, okay? You're the one who bailed on us, you're the one who ran when things got a little tough."

"That's fucking bullshit and you know it Eddie, That's absolute straight bullSHIT"

"Okay, well here we are. Now we're in a tough spot again y/n. What do you wanna do? How do you wanna handle it? Huh? Do you wanna fight for us? Or-Or, Do you wanna bail? Look, I.." Eddies eyes filled with tears "..I did a terrible, stupid, stupid thing. Okay? And I'm sorry, i wish i could take it back but i cant, i just cant see us throwing away something we know is so damn good. Y/n, i love you so much." Eddie leans forward and kisses your shoulder, moving up to kiss the side of your face and finally pressing his lips to yours.

"No Eddie!!" you stand up, moving away from him. "Don't! You cant just kiss me and think you're gonna make it all go away, okay? It doesn't work like that. It doesn't just make it better. Okay?" you sigh "I think i should go" your voice soft and small. Eddie stands and moves in front of you.

"Look, look. There's got to be a way we can work past this? okay?" Eddie takes hold of your arm gently, "I cant imagine my life without you.." The both of you start to cry, looking deep into each others eyes "..Without- Without these arms, and your face, and this heart. Your good heart Y/n." Suddenly Eddie drops to his knees and hugs you tightly around your waist. "..And.. And.." He sniffles.

"No, I cant. you're a totally different person to me now. I used to think of you as somebody that would never, ever hurt me, ever. God. and now i just cant stop picturing you with her. I cant." Eddie slowly stands up backing away "..It doesn't matter what you say or what you do Eddie, its just changed everything, forever." Tears are falling thick and fast down both your cheeks.

Eddie shakes his head, placing his hand on your cheek "Yeah, but this cant be it?" His voice cracks and hurt pangs through your chest.

"Then how come it is?"

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Maybe them discussing being attracted to someone? Or like a gossip-y thing where they talk about what celebrities they have crushes on or whatever. Or three some fantasies. Or like Harry with a bi flag at a show or something.

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AN: thank you anon for the wonderful ideas. i incorporated a few into this little blurb and i hope you like it.

This story contains: mild smut, mentions of boobs, mentions of sub/dom relationships, fluff, not much dialogue

{ boyfriend!harry - softrry - bi!reader - have been dating for over a year }

word count: 796

What it's like being with Harry as a bisexual women.

You told Harry you were bisexual about six months into dating and it's been the most liberating feeling ever since. Where before you were cautious about what you said around him so you didn't accidently out yourself, now you can share your thoughts freely.

Though you knew he'd support you, it's still a scary thing to come out to someone you love so dearly.

When you and Harry are watching a film together on his couch, you'll blurt out, "Fuck, her tits are nice." in reference to the actress on the screen.

Harry will try and act offended by replying with something like, "Hey..."

And you'll say back, "What? There's no denying her boobs are gorgeous."

Harry will laugh and retort, "Alright, her tits are very pretty but I'd rather not think about another woman's breasts will I have the best pair right beside me." Referring to your boobs that he loves so much.

He's also been the most supportive partner as well. At least in one part of every concert he'll find a way to hold up the bi flag. Of course he still holds up the rainbow flag which represents all labels under the queer umbrella, but just something about him holding the bisexual flag makes you so happy.

And his fans most likely know why he's so adamant about holding the bi flag because you have now mentioned publicly you're bisexual. Though some still speculate if it's Harry's way of giving clues to his own sexuality when he's stated himself he'd rather go unlabeled. Not really feeling either straight or gay or anything in between.

Not just on stage is he supportive though. This year he took you to your first pride parade. He never had a reason to go before dating you because his sexuality is quite complicated and it never seemed fitting enough to go. But now, you give him a reason to go. To go to a parade where all lgbtqia is welcome.

Harry dressed in more general rainbow clothes so no one got the wrong idea about his personal identity while you dressed in the bisexual colors. But he did wave the bisexual flag with you, up and down the streets at the pride parade in LA.

Not only do you share your attractiveness to beautiful women parts and have a very supportive boyfriend, you also talk about your past relationships. More so you though because Harry would rather forget all of his. Now that you're out to Harry, you share the differences you notice being in a relationship with a guy verses when you dated a women.

The biggest difference for you personally is being dominant with men and submissive with women. You don't know what it is but when your ex girlfriends would call you "baby girl" and push and tug you around during sex, you became mush. Now being with Harry, you have this urge to take control and watch him be all helpless during sex. Which Harry has no problem with because he's always been secretly submissive.

A non sexual difference you can spot is the way the bed smells after a nights sleep. When you shared a bed with your ex girlfriend, the bed would smell of flowers and her apple scented shampoo. With Harry, his bed in the mornings smells more musky and dare you say, manly. Both have their pros and cons but you will say the more manly scent turns you on easier.

Lastly, you try and act all confident in your bisexuality but reality is, you still have insecurities and fears. So you'll often ask Harry, "You promise you don't get scared I'll leave you for a women?"

And Harry will reply, "Why on earth would I need that fear? Is there somethin' I need to know?" That last part is said in a joking tone.

You'll shake your head no and then respond with, "No, it's just, people online keep saying you should be scared I'll leave you for a women and..... and I want you to know you don't have to worry. My attraction to women has nothing to do with my attraction and love for you. Straight people still know they like the opposite gender while being with the opposite gender so it's no different than me knowing I like the same gender while being with the opposite gender."

Harry leans down and whispers near your mouth, "I know, m'love. I know you love me and I've never doubted that for a second. I love that you embrace your sexuality and don't shy away from expressing your feelings when it correlates to your sexuality. Makes me love you even more if I'm honest." Then leans in an inch or two to fully connect his lips with yours.

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[hotxcheeto]

Hi! Hope your day is great!

Could you please write a reader(either having a crush or best friends with Vi) that is a rebellious rockstar (are there electric guitars in Arcane I don't remember) that is trying to expose Silco and get back Jinx by informing and rallying the people with her music. When Vi gets out of prison and looks for her sister she comes across the reader's live concert and spots some of Silco's goons attempting to cause an "accident" and tries to intervene.

Thanks for the fics I love every one of them!

━ 𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Vi x G/N!Reader

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - honestly i'm not sure how much longer i will keep writing for arcane, i'm just not as passionate in the fandom as i used to be nor do i really find passion in writing for it anymore and i think that it's really showing in my writing and i don't want that to be the case nor do i want to disappoint people who love these fics. i will be finishing the rest of the requests i have for it, but from then, i am questioning continuing with it. thank you so much for requesting and i love that you love my fics!!

The music was at an ungodly volume that made Vi's head spin, walking through the crowds of people. The floods that Jinx neglected to warn her of when she'd told her where you were.

People were singing and screaming out the lyrics to the song that flooded through the speakers, the sounds of the instruments couldn't even attempt to drown out the person singing. They were much too strong.

Her mind was dazed at the thought of seeing you again. Wondering what you looked like now, if you'd stayed single or moved on with your life. If you missed her or not. Maybe you'd forgotten all about her.

No, that was stupid, she thought. You wouldn't forget her.

But what if you had? What if you locked eyes with the stranger that Vi had become and didn't recognize her at all? She was nobody to you anymore.

Vi nearly fought a few people trying to get through, fighting her thoughts at the same time before coming across a man that nearly made her trip. His face. She'd seen that face before. From where though was the question until her eyes shifted and another one that made the picture more clear, he'd caught her attention, waiting just near the stage.

He was the only one not singing, dancing or even smiling. Staring dead at the performers with his hand in his jacket.

Yeah, that face, she knew that face.

He'd been in the cell right next to hers.

She'd never forget, not when she'd smashed it in over a month ago.

He kissed Silco's ass, hardcore, and she doubted that he'd even been conscious enough to know who was beating his ass for talking shit. The scrawny little man had no idea who Silco truly was, or at least Vi had claimed so. The man disagreed.

Vi walked over to the guy, not even paying attention to the singing anymore, instead focused on him with tunnel vision so strong she was sure she'd never been more focused in her life.

He noticed it as well, finally tearing his eyes away from the singer and all the action to look over at the tall, muscular girl coming right at him. And something about that, Vi guessed, was intimidating.

But his eyes, his eyes told her that he knew exactly who she was.

His hand fell out of his jacket and he hurried right past her, even bumping her shoulder on the way. She just stared, stared at his back disappearing into the crowd of sweaty bodies that had now gone still.

That's when the realization that the music had stopped, there were cheers, but that was all. No strumming or drum hitting. Nothing.

She wondered if she imagined it.

"Vi?" She turned, eyebrows furrowed, seeing you standing there in a dramatic outfit with a powered down microphone in your hand.

"What the fuck?" Was the last thing that came out of your mouth before she hugged you. Your hands not moving from their place until your mind had caught up with the rest of you, your arms hugging her back.

"What're you doing here? How- you- you're alive? I mean, I heard rumors but... holy fuck."

"I swear I can explain it all." She said out of breath, despite not moving. Tears welled in her eyes and a choked tone that began to become more gravelly the more she leaned into your touch.

She could tell you were crying too. You were just better at keeping in.

"Was it you singing?" Vi pulled back, wiping her face as nonchalant as possible. "Yeah... it's more of a front than anything. Keeps a lot of heat off me but also... it makes it easier to do what's needed when people really like you."

Her eyebrows furrowed but you didn't elaborate, though from what Echo had told her about you and him trying to find a way to be rid of a certain old fuck, she guessed you'd need as much support as possible.

The guy might've been ancient looking, but he was no fool.

"So... singing?" You nodded at her question, gesturing to your friends. "These are my bandmates," they waved while continuing to pack equipment, in her haze, Vi barely even had noticed them take the same stage exit as you.

"..they were Echo's friends first." You joked, wiping away your own relief and sadness from your cheeks. "But they liked me."

"Who wouldn't?" She said before she could stop herself, looking you up and down once more trying to take in the fact you weren't the same kid she'd left behind. Or a kid at all.

"Hm, glad to see you're still a flirt." She watched you smile, the same smile you'd give her years go. "Some things never change."

There was an awkward, emotional silence between you both for a moment. Neither sure what to say.

"So..." You began. "Wanna get out of here?"

She nodded.

"That'd be nice."

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[emberstoriesandtales]

Revenge (Albert Wesker (The Mastermind) x G/N!Reader)

So for this oneshot, it's based on a match where I was about to walk through doorway on rpd when a mikaela and nea ran to it, it was an accident when I was blocking them cause I didn't know the killer was on them and I didn't know they were there, so when I was hooked, the two just stood there and watched as I went to struggle, and Wesker saw it! He killed them and gave me hatch! He got revenge on them for me! So this oneshot was inspired by that match! Whoever that Wesker was, thank you! 🥺

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Y/N could only wimper in pain as they hung from the hook, blood dripping from their fingertips as their vision blurred.

They were on RPD against Wesker, and two of their teammates were Nea and Ash. (In the match, it was a Mikaela but I just can't write her being mean cause she is one of my absolute faves, so I changed it to someone else)

They didn't know who their third teammate was, but they hoped someone would come and get them.

Then as if their prayers were answered, Nea and Ash ran towards them.

But when they got to the hook, they glared up at them, not helping them off as the Entity's spider like legs formed.

"This is karma for blocking us when we were being chased." Nea snickered as Ash grabbed them like how they would when helping them off the hook, only to pull down harshly, causing the hook to rip through their shoulder and making the wound worse.

Y/N cried out in pain as their hand flew up to their shoulder.

"Oh come on, it was an accident, I didn't know you two were there and I didn't know the killer was behind you guys!" Y/N exclaimed as they tried to attempt, but only caused them to go to second stage.

'Great... just great.' They thought as they struggled to stay alive.

When they first appeared in the trial, they appeared with Nea so they started the gen next to the stairs that lead up to the second floor of the building with the wrecked helicopter.

But Wesker had found them right away, going after Nea who chased him away from the gen back into the building, ending up being downed and hooked on the second floor.

During that time, Y/N tried to continue the generator until the mastermind came back to kick it before trying to find them, only to leave as Nea was saved.

Not hearing the heartbeat, Y/N came out of hiding to try to continue the generator.

But as they turned the corner of the door, Nea ran straight into them, Ash behind while Wesker ran down the stairs at them.

"Move!" Nea shouted as she shoved Y/N to the ground, Ash running after her as Y/N was left with the killer.

When Y/N fell, their wrist hit the ground at an angle and a loud crack broke the silence that was between Y/N and Wesker.

Y/N could have swore that they saw Wesker's eyebrows furrow a bit before he picked them up over his shoulder and brought them to a hook.

Without a word, he ran off, leaving the survivor alone.

Now as they struggled for their life, their wrist throbbing in pain as they felt tears stream down their face.

Then the scream of Ash filled their ears along with the sound of a generator being finished caught their attention, they saw Ash on the ground while Wesker ran after Nea.

Did he see what the two were doing to them?

After a moment, Nea's screams echoed out as she got downed as well, then Wesker returned to take Ash away, leaving Y/N alone once more to struggle.

Y/N could feel their hands slipping a bit as they knew they were about to be sacrificed.

That is, until someone helped them off the hook.

"Jesus Y/N, what happened?" Feng asked as she began to heal them, a concerned look on her face.

"Ash and Nea... I didn't mean to block them earlier... they just watched as I went to second stage..." they muttered.

"Wait what? What the fuck is wrong with them?!" Feng exclaimed as she stopped healing for a moment in shock at what those two did to her friend.

Y/N cried out as blood seeped out of the gash on their shoulder at a pretty rapid pace, causing Feng to freak out a bit.

"Shit... I'm sorry N/N." The gamer apologized as she tried to slow the bleeding.

But while she did, they heard footsteps running in their direction.

They knew it wasn't Nea or Ash since they were already hooked, so it could only mean one thing.

"Dammit... Y/N, try to find a place to hide and try to stop the bleeding as best as you can, I'll distract him for a while. I hope you find hatch." Feng whispered before handing them the medkit before running out of the lobby, Wesker chasing after her.

Slowly and shakily getting up to their feet with their shoulder heavily bleeding, Y/N limped their way up the stairs and towards the shower rooms and S.T.A.R.S office.

But once they got next to the showers, their vision became a blur as they collapsed, the pain from both their shoulder and wrist as well as the blood loss being to much for them.

But then a pair of arms slowly and gently picked them up and their head rested against something firm but warm.

A muffled voice spoke, but Y/N couldn't understand what it was saying as their eyes closed and their conciousness faded away.

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When they woke up, the first thing that they noticed was that their shoulder was now bandaged and they were laying ontop of a desk.

Something soft rested under their head as their vision slowly came back.

Looking around, they saw that they were in the S.T.A.R.S office and sitting in the chair was Wesker, who was reading a book that was probably from the library.

"Good, your awake." He said as he closed the book and looked at them, his sunglasses were off, so his fiery red eyes stared right into their E/C eyes.

He also wasn't wearing his jacket, so it must be what their head was resting on.

"Did you..." they started only for the man to interrupt them.

"Yes, I saw what those two did to you." He said with a hint of anger when he said two.

"And your friend, Feng was her name wasn't it?" He asked.

Y/N nodded.

"She asked me to spare you and to kill the other two in exchange of her sacrifice willingly."

"And you accepted?"

Wesker crossed his arms.

"What do you think? I was going to do it either way though." He said as he looked away.

"...Why?"

His eyes flickered over to them and sighed.

Y/N waited for an answer but instead of a vocal reply, they felt a pair of lips press against their's in a fierce and needy kiss much to their surprise.

After about a few seconds, Wesker pulled away, a smirk on his face when he saw Y/N's face, which was now beat red.

"Does that answer your question?" He asked smugly as his gloved hands wrap around the back of their neck.

Y/N nodded, unable to say anything, which made Wesker chuckle.

"Cat got your tongue dearheart?"

Y/N let out a small snort.

"I don't know Whiskers, what do you think?" They asked which earned a groan of annoyance from the man.

"Don't call me that." He grumbled before lifting Y/N up and carried them out of the office to go look for hatch.

#dead by daylight #dead by daylight x reader #dead by daylight albert wesker x reader #dead by daylight albert wesker #albert wesker x reader

[vexic929]

Prompt for you?

"...please tell me you got all your hair chopped off in a freak accident or something- you didn't choose that, right?"

lol I knew immediately who to write this for

info on Ricki, Jessie, Tiff, and Dami here, here, here, and here

"You lose a bet?" Jessie asked the moment Ricki walked in the door.

Tiff looked up from her laptop to see what Jessie was talking about. Ricki was still in the doorway, tugging off her leather jacket and sporting a curly mullet that she definitely hadn't had the day before.

"Oh my god...please tell me you got all your hair chopped off in a freak accident or something- you didn't choose that, right?" She blurted and Ricki rolled her eyes.

"Ha ha, you guys are hilarious," she said setting her coat aside and crossing the room to peer over Dami's shoulder to see what she was drawing in her sketchbook.

"Well, I approve." Dami commented, quickly closing their notebook so Ricki couldn't see.

"Aw, thanks Dam-" Ricki started but Dami continued.

"I'm certain this new look will be a wonderful deterrent for would-be suitors. Koriand'r must like it as well."

Jessie and Tiff burst into laughter and Ricki sighed, crossing her arms.

"Are you done?" She asked and Jessie just shook her head.

"No, who the fuck told you to get a mullet, big bird? I wanna thank them, I haven't laughed this hard in years!" She cackled, dodging the pillow Ricki threw.

"Okay, okay, I get it. You think the mullet was a mistake. Knock it off, already," Ricki said with a frown.

"First Discowing now this, are you trying to get on Gotham's worst dressed list?" Tiff teased.

"That suit is incredible, you just don't appreciate good retro fashion." Ricki defended.

"At least tell me you didn't pay for someone to do that to you." Jessie said, finally recovering from her laughter.

"When have I ever paid for someone to cut my hair?" Ricki replied.

Tiff hummed. "Are you going through a breakup? An early mid-life crisis? Do we need to stage an intervention?" She asked and Ricki rolled her eyes, sitting on the couch.

"I just wanted a change, okay?"

"Are you changing personas too? I have some name suggestions if you are." Jessie said with a smirk. "Redneck Robin, Mullet Master, The Long-Lost Kryptonian Cousin of Billy-Ray Cyrus-"

"Oh shut up."

#it is their honor and duty as ricki's sisters to roast her to hell and back #vexic answers #vexic lives #vexic writes #ask game #writing prompts #vexic ocs #ricki grayson #jessie todd #tiffany drake wayne #tiffany drake-wayne #dami al ghul wayne #dami al ghul-wayne #earth 63 #earth-63 #practically-an-x-man #practically an x man

[itsbenedict]

BP Postmortem post 2 bc/image limit

Don't read this unless you've read the first one already! There's a 30-images-per-post limit and I had to split it up! Opening this readmore will immediately spoil lots of stuff and be confusing.

So, right. Nolan. Didn't that guy die? Case 1 killer?

Well, you see... that wasn't Nolan Cubbins. Not a very Brazilian name, was it? So... who's this kid?

That's Lucas Rossi, Davi's younger brother and host of "Bullet Proof", the fourth-most-popular Enoshima knockoff killing game on the air! (And the most popular one being broadcast in English!) While there's a whole production crew on the ground that edits together the footage, he's the host and director on-set.

Why's he doing this? Well... for the money, mainly.

Lucas met Junko Enoshima while she was doing a despair tour through Brazil. He'd been a student activist at the time, and student activists were sort of her favored prey, and what should have happened is that he was brainwashed like basically everyone else who ever met her. And that is what happened, until he went home to Davi and tried to spread the gospel of despair and Davi was like, what the fuck? And did some brain surgery to his little brother to erase the memory of meeting Junko.

After finding out what'd happened to him, and being deeply deeply discomfited by how malleable he turned out to be in the face of superpowered charisma, he developed a pretty intense hatred of her and the whole despair cult! He eventually connected with the Future Foundation, and found... that the Future Foundation was underfunded and needed more resources to put a stop to the apocalypse. They needed money. A lot of it.

So... Lucas got into showbiz. Despair-based entertainment was like, the only thing anyone cared about anymore, for some impossible reason, and lots of people had life savings they no longer cared about because life is pointless and only Despair matters, so... it was easy to play to the crowd. With Davi's help, he was able to put together some very convincing bloodsport and execution videos, but... the apocalypse is a tough environment for indie payment processors, so they had an audience, but not much money.

That's when the Bright Conglomerate reached out with a big budget and big plans to convert a flying Hope's Peak safehouse into a staged deathgame. They'd have top-of-the-line equipment, a whole production staff, and a major corporation working to adapt to the economic realities of the despair apocalypse and ensure cashflow. Lucas and Davi would get a cut of the revenue, and it'd be a lot of revenue- which he'd be able to divert to the Future Foundation in hopes of putting all this madness to rest.

So they flew up there and took over, thanks to Gwen and Sakura not bothering to turn on most of the ship's defenses, and Henry running interference. They initially tried to negotiate with Will Bookerton (still an adult at that point, trying to root out whoever had taken over Monokuma and started some sort of cockamamie Deception Game), and... faced opposition. Will didn't trust the tech, Henry wanted to cultivate more of a family-friendly image for the show which was insane and counter to the whole idea, and ultimately Lucas had Davi erase their memories so they couldn't interfere with production. It was all going to go perfectly!

And it went perfectly! A smash hit! Made billions! Bullet Proof was a reality TV craze that swept the, uh, anarcho-despairist perpetual riot that they had instead of a nation by that point.

Y'know, for the first couple seasons. Until season 3, when Lashauna shoved this dipshit off the top of the school building and his head got pulped on impact:

This was sort of a crisis point. Davi was forced to confront the reality that his skills couldn't undo every murder that happened on the show, and that the charade would have a cost in human lives. And a reality TV star dying in an accident during filming would be a huge scandal for a normal show!

But obviously this led to a huge jump in ratings with the show's core demo, so there was a bit of a moral dilemma there.

Lucas, in charge, ultimately decided... by the numbers, it was worth it. One fatal accident every so often, in exchange for funneling millions to stop the apocalypse where hundreds of thousands of people were dying every day? It... made sense, right? It was worth it. The show must go on.

Agnesi Wu Jessie Bai, until this point, was in the same boat as Raymond and Lilakali- a genuine Hope's Peak student who voluntarily assisted with the production of Bullet Proof. When she thought no one was really in any danger thanks to Davi's miracle resurrection tech, she was in league with Lucas to help fund the Future Foundation, and was happy to play the heel a bit to make the show more exciting. But, uh... once it became clear that people were actually dying, she wanted nothing more to do with it, and they started wiping her memory just like Henry and the rest. Still, there exists footage of her confessing to being the mastermind from earlier seasons, which was going to show up in case 5 as a misdirect.

So people kept dying off. And they needed replacements for the dead students, so there'd be enough suspects, of course. So they imported some fake Ultimates.

Martha and Vic were what they called "Murder Geniuses"- prolific killers who, after succumbing to despair, performed highly public and dramatic killings without suffering repercussions. Martha had formed an impromptu military unit that had dominated an entire city, and Vic was a prolific serial killer known as the Gumball Maniac. Bullet Proof's production crew managed to capture them, revert them to teenagers, and erase their memories of despair- adding some bigshot celebrities to the cast. I forget if I set this up in the adventure, but there was going to be another misdirect with the Hope's Peak student records, where their profiles would be missing- casting suspicion on them as mastermind candidates.

So... remember that one time I posted these, and was like "one of these is an actual evil mastermind design, hee hee hoo hoo"?

HAHA! GOTCHA! They were all actual evil mastermind designs! Kinda... bad ones, in retrospect, but whatever.

Anyway... it didn't take too long before the show caught the eye of Cyrus Bookerton, who was supposed to be headmaster of the school. He saw Billy on TV and was freaked out- deciding that it was worth opening up his safehouse and sending his daughter, ???? Bookerton, Ultimate Impostor, to rescue her older brother and put a stop to this.

"Alice", in one of her earlier guises, posed as an intern at the production studio on the ground. As she was eager to get involved, she was eventually sent up to assist Lucas, Davi, Lilakali, and Raymond as a replacement student on the show.

She pretended Lucas was her hero, in her guise as an ascended fangirl working her dream job. He spilled everything to her, explaining how everything was to divert money to the Future Foundation and save the world. They were very close!

And as a result of them being very close, she noticed something. She noticed that Lucas had given up. Compromise after compromise made to keep the show on the air and the money coming in had worn him down, and he'd stopped really caring about where the money was going. Despair was beginning to get to him, the longer those Future Foundation millions went without saving the world. Nothing seemed to be changing, but all he could do was keep doing what he'd always done. He didn't really believe in what it was all for anymore. And... he'd gotten very good at doing his job.

So she went to go do what she was sent there to do. Kill Davi Rossi, put an end to Bullet Proof, and rescue her brother.

Only she got caught and failed.

She'd set up a bomb in the lab, but was caught red-handed and forcibly sedated and mindwiped. Because she'd been a double agent for so long, Davi had to do a pretty complicated mind-wipe, making swiss cheese of her memory so she'd only remember rehearsing her various cover identities. She was left only with the memory of being Alice Bayko, SHSL Stage Magician, normal student at Hope's Peak Academy. (Or Alistair Bayko, or Charlie Range, or Diana Ingenue, depending on what the player selected at the start of the game.) Demoted from showrunner/double agent to hapless cast member- with a suite of fuzzy and awkward half-remembered memories bleeding through.

After that... well, Lucas trusted her a lot. She helped run a bunch of seasons of the show, and her betrayal really got to him. In a fit of paranoia, he decided to become a shadow mastermind, operating from behind the scenes of behind the scenes, so that Raymond and Lilakali couldn't betray him too. No more mistakes like this one! Delete him from their memories, make them think it'd just been the two of them that whole time. Keep that Nolan Cubbins kid on ice- he'd take his place, and then...

...after posing as an easily-caught culprit in case 1, he'd get harpooned during his execution, and then... reeled back into the ship, where Davi would patch him up ahead of schedule. A perfect disappearing act.

As for Alice- getting mind-wiped wasn't an outcome she failed to anticipate.

It was always possible she'd get captured and mind-wiped. And if that happened, someone needed to finish the job. The state-of-the-art custom Monokuma droid she'd been set up with as part of her cover identity: Flopsy-Turvy. She'd programmed it with instructions to kill Davi and then self-destruct, destroying his lab and making it impossible for Bullet Proof to continue.

She didn't think to program it not to catch Billy in the blast, though, who happened to be infiltrating that very same lab via the secret passage he built in the first place.

I really hadn't figured out how I was going to present this whole setup to the players deductively, to be honest, but that's the upshot of Case 5: Determining that Flopsy-Turvy was the culprit, and by extension Alice.

And then Lucas, whose mental state at the time is best-represented by this TMBG song...

...executes Alice in a fit of rage and betrayal.

That's about as far as I had planned. I knew I wanted there to be some sort of case 6, getting into the backstory with Lucas and Henry and all the other backstory details that weren't explored in case 5, but I didn't have any clear plans- maybe some kind of action scene as Lucas's control over the guns and security systems goes up against the whole class working together to evade his defenses and subdue him, shot like an execution? And then an ending where the survivors take over the airship and fly off into the sunset with a vague intent to save the world somehow? Most of the dead would still be in Davi's tanks and hypothetically recoverable, if they found some other Ultimate Doctor. I didn't really have the ending nailed down from there, except that...

...with Alice dead, I was going to have Jo take off the incongruently feminine costume and reveal the ahoge, becoming the new protagonist. It's a rule of Danganronpa that the protagonist has to be a boy with a stupid hair doinker thingy! Joe Alejo, Ultimate Hope!

I was setting up a bunch of Gender stuff with Jo leading up to this protagonist reveal- when Davi's Monokuma was going to show up to treat the wound Martha suffered from Gwen's saw trap, he was going to notice Jo was binding with Ace bandages and be like. No. Honey. Come on. Here's my old binder from before I used my necromancer powers to trans my gender. That's so unsafe.

(Which... in retrospect, wouldn't have made sense? Surely this season isn't the first one in which Jo had a gender journey, and Davi who was responsible for reanimating them a bunch of times wouldn't have failed to notice this. Hrm. Would find a way to rewrite that moment in the reboot.)

That is... I think that's everything! Aside from... a few changes I was going to make in the reboot.

Reboot changes

One was going to be that... I was going to just cut Violette and Caleb. Violette's shtick was too annoying to write consistently, and Caleb was kind of me working through some religious baggage that I'm kinda distant from at this point.

To replace Violette as case 1's victim, I was going to build up to case 3's super tragic thing with Lashauna and Mill some more. To do this, I was going to split Dominique into two different characters.

Dom had... a couple of weird things going on with him. The initial conception of his shtick was... completely cishet guy who acted all camp and flamboyant because he just liked messing with people. The kind of guy who's, like, absolutely homophobic, thinks queerness is deviant and disgusting- but thinks deviant and disgusting people are so funny to laugh at that he supports them anyway? Joins in on the bit? Like being gay is the funniest joke he can think of? A little extremely confused, and doesn't got the spirit at all, but somehow the same energy anyway?

Plus, like- Dominique was like, late twenties, absolutely not a real high-schooler, and Lashauna was... I want to say like, 18? Definitely too young for him, but also she's his boss so there was a weirdass power dynamic that definitely wasn't healthy in some direction or other- and it definitely wasn't a good look to have the camp gay guy be sort of a sexual predator.

That was always a really awkward bit to write, and I ended up not really committing to it at all. So instead he just sort of ended up... like, a normal stereotypical camp gay hairstylist guy? And then he died before there could really be any exploring any of the fucked-up parts of his character. It didn't really work.

So instead, we've now got Dominique Locke, Ultimate Stylist, and Nick Martin, Ultimate Gambler.

Dominique is just straight-up genderfluid, a shy and untalkative kid who uses their hairstyling and makeup skills to modulate their gender performance on a moment-to-moment basis. They get the hair-changes-every-portrait shtick, and get killed in case 1 only to come back alive in case 5.

Nick, meanwhile, gets most of the scummier elements. He's the homophobic one in charge of the Diamonds who colludes with Henry re:crime stuff and dies in case 2's double murder. This guy's very clearly not a teenager by any stretch of the imagination, and technically neither is Lashauna in this iteration, though I still want to have like, the too-young-but-also-his-boss fucked-up power dynamic for their weird relationship.

The idea there is to build up, like... one Hit Deck member dying in both cases before case 3, to build up to Lashauna and Mill's conflict re:whether she should cut her losses and kill him to escape or try and stick it out and save her last surviving subordinate.

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The other thing I'd do is... foreshadow the reality TV and loops thing more. Introduce impossible footage of things that didn't happen earlier, find some way to explain the rules of memory modification ahead of time, and use the Monokumas as mouthpieces more liberally. Maybe have Davi show up in person only to disappear hastily at some point, so he doesn't come out of nowhere. There's a lot of this plot that just wasn't really sufficiently foreshadowed, I think, and with this many layers to it it would definitely be doable to start peeling them back earlier.

And, of course, rework the logic of the cases more to be, uh, better. More fair and solvable with multiple roads to noticing the relevant clues. The ones I did were very much a first attempt, and I didn't really have the knack for it yet.

And that's, uh... that's it! I think that's everything. If you've got any questions, ask box is open. Thanks to everyone who read and supported Bullet Proof while I was making it!

#bullet proof #bullet proof spoilers. like all of them

[chocolatetheoristcloud]

SLAGOUIOUS

Paring: Bully Shikamaru x gyaru reader

Warning: EXTREME NSFW, bullying elements, dark content , porn, black mail,male receiving, mean Shikamaru, bathroom sex, semi public sex,under age sex,name calling, dirty talk, cursing,long-ish, grammar misspellings, cream pie.

Note:I posted this on accident there will be heavy changes

"Sorry I didn't hear you.. what did you just say...." You said to the boy infront of in a broken voice, not believing the words that fell out his mouth, that had enough weight to crush the ground and your thinking.

Shikamaru smirked at this with an evil smirk and narrowed eyes as he opened his mouth to repeat his words. "You heard me you whore, I said I know about how you were and mistake" he said as his eyes lit up like a light with amusement.

Your heart sank to the floor as you thought to yourself nobody but Shikamaru would somehow and someway find out about this.

Shikamaru Nara was your bully. He was by two years your senior, he vapes. He and his group of friends always teased you whenever they got the chance.

It all started last term when they were vaping in the bathrooms and all the people in the bathrooms that period of the day were called to the office and if nobody said anything everyone would get a pink slip you not wanting to get a pink slip told which resulted in them all getting in trouble and had to go on the school stage trying assembly and parents being called.

After that they bullied you all the time especially him. They would make fun of the way you dressed and called all kinds of names

"Hooker"

"Hey look it's the crybaby"

"Whore"

"Slut"

"She's trying so hard she's such a pick me"

"fatherless behivour"

"She thinks that she's all that just because she's dresses like that"

"All that makeup she wears is probably to cover up all her ugly ness"

Just anything to get under your skin even going as far to tripping you in the hallways when you're just passing through trying to get to class, hell Shikamaru would even go as to rising your skirt in the damn halls.

But this was way too far especially for him to have found out about this and now black mailing you was something entirely different.

I mean yeah they would mark up your desk and locker but this was way too far especially for Shikamaru.

You quickly shaked your head and breathed out before carefully opening your mouth that was now dry "What are you talking about Shikamaru, if this is another attempt of trying to mess me it's-" you were cut off by him "Stop lying Y/N I heard you're parents said it themselves trying parents day. I was passing by your homeroom where I over heard how your parents were teen parents and had you on accident." He said with a mocking grin as he locked eyes with you his hands in his pocket as he leaned against the wall.

"What do you want Shikamaru....?" you said in a small voice, not wanting to say it but have to. I mean what would happen if word got out about this? .You already have them down your throat already. Imagine what would happen if the school found out.

With a chuckle Shikamaru leaned off the wall and walked up to you. Only inches way from you as you backed away from him only a little bit. "What I want..." he said coldly with half lidded eyes as he walked up to once more and looked down at you and whrisped close to your ear "I want you to let me fuck you silly until you walk with a limp and then?...I wanna fuck you all while I record you and every little detail and nosie you make when you suck me off dry as I fuck your throat raw" he said with a wicked smile all while keeping eye contact.

What a sick fuck.

You gave him a shocked look not expecting that answer "W-what no way are you nuts!, I-im not doing that especially when we're in schoo plus I thought you hated me and all!"you exclaimed shocked and a bit embarrassed of the such dirty and sick words he used.

"Well then I guess I'll just tell everyone that-" "No wait I'll do it Shikamaru just please don't tell anyone, but on one contion you can't record me" you said cutting him off. He grinnied almost freakishly at you almost as if knowing you'll do it.

"Okay fine then, come on let's go to the boys bathroom, and another thing just because I enjoy seeing you suffer and bully you doesn't mean I don't find you less unattractive" he said pushing passed you to go through the door your heart pounding as you followed him through.

"Ladies first" Shikamaru said as he held the boys bathroom door for you as he looked back at you. You gave him an uneasy look before going in him yelped as you felt him smack your ass on the way in. You looked at him hard as he came in the and chuckled before going to the last bathroom stall and opening the door and made a signaling to you to come over and here is where you two were going to do it.

You slowly made you were towards him before going inside and he then came in and locked the door behind him, the sound of the door locking sending shrivers down your spine.

As you turned to face him, you felt him grab your wrist and pulled you into his tight embrace as he then wrapped a arm around waist and smashed his lips onto you as he then grabbed your plush ass and squeezed it before slapping it making you jump a bit more into him.

You wanted to push him off but quickly remembered what was at risk and decided to let him continued even tho you didn't like it tho. "Aww come on don't make it seem like it's all that bad now, think about ALL the pleasure you're little cunny is going to get from being fucked by my cock in just a few moments."he said seeing how displeased you were by the whole situation.

He began rubbing his body against her making her let out an uncomfortable whine as he continued his arms still with grip.

"And how much enjoy it's going to bring me after I see how much of a slut you actually are and a whiny cunt you'll be as I fuck into you so hard when I'm done with you you'll be walking with a limp as my cum run's down inbetween your thighs" he carried on only making you more uncomfortable.

He then turned you around and pressed your body up against the stall door as he pressed against your body trapping you under his weight. "Hey! hey! what the hell do you think you're doing don't press me up against the door it's gross!" you said desperately trying to put as much distance between you and the cold stall door.

That only made him press into you more, you rolled your eyes as you continued trying to keep distance between you and the nasty stall door,'typically Shikamaru always trying to mess with me I should expect something like this from him honestly'.

Finally having enough you shouted "Damnit Shikamaru stop it already!" You said getting tired of Shikamaru's and his shit. This outburst only earned you a twisting grin from him as he roughly snapped his hips into your back side."I think you're forgetting you're place in this situation you pest of a woman so let me remind you...." Shikamaru said, his hand reaching down under your skirt and ghosted his fingers over thick thighs.

You jumped at the feeling, earning a snicker from the sleezy bastard. "I haven't even properly started as yet and your jumping, hahaha. You're sooo pathic....., but sooo pretty....". He said in a vemon tripping tone that made shivers once more.

His long thin fingers then actually touched your thighs as he rubbed up and down them "Wow Y/N I always knew that your thighs were soft but not this soft" he praised. "Oh shut up already and stop touching my damn thighs, and hurry up already let's just get this over with it's done enough I'm doing this with someone like you....." You said bitterly only wanting to end this as fast as possible.

"Awww and I thought for a moment you actually wanted it there but alright fine just wanted to have a little fun before we started, also what did I told you of speaking to me like that huh?..... you hard headed bitch.." Shikamaru said the last part through his teeth as he then slapped your ass the sound echoing through the bathroom as you let go a whine in this discomfort once more at the unwanted feeling.

"But fine your right tho I'll give you that, let's start now shall we~" he then reached up into your skirt and sneaked his finger into your shorts before in one smooth motion pulling it down completely with your panties until they reached you mid knee.

You then heard the sound of him unbuckling his pants as you shut your eyes tight getting ready for what's to come. "Are you ready for me to split you in have with my dick?, for me to fuck out every one of your brain cells in the pretty little head of your's...? to be screaming out bloody murderer as my cock brings to a mind blowing orgasm?" He said chuckling as he stroked his length in his hands.

"Your sick..." You admitted, it was true Shikamaru could be such a sick bastard at times, he was a sharp tongue devil that was what he was alright.

Shikamaru frowned at this before roughly grabbing your hips and and lining himself up with you before roughly slamming into you. You screamed in pain at this."And your a mistake" he whrisped in your ear."Also just because this is your first means that I'll go easy, this is punishment for speaking back to me got it,so be the good little whoring slut you can be and keep quiet because if someone comes in were both dead".

He said as he leaned over pressing aginast her back as he continued his rough pace as his hands digged into your hips that were sure to bruise, your sweater around your waist falling off from just how rough he was going.

"Slow down!" You said moaning loudly just wanting for him to slow down his thrusts, not being able to take such rough cock as your face was pressed into the cold stall door.

"Shut up you good for nothing bitch!" Shikamaru hissed as he began going faster than he already was. "Shikamaru I'm being serious your tearing me!" You warned him as tears steamed down your face ruining your makeup that had already been pressed against the door leaving make stains.

"Does it look like I give a rat's ass Y/N?....also, what did I say about speaking?" He thrusted forward, quite hashly. It wasn't long before Shikamaru found himself getting closer to the edge.

"I-IM sorry!" you apologized just wanting for him to slow down,"I'm sorry who?" He asked contuinlessly thrusting in and out.

"Im sorry sir-ahhh!" you cut off moaning louder as he

#Spotify

[jisoosinsomnia]

Little Dove (2/2)

Warnings: g!p Yves, size kink now on all its glory, public sex, unprotected sex.

Pic also for reference of the presentation (it doesn't really matter tho)

Summary: Neither you nor Yves could take each other from their minds... And being near each other for so long can only lead to one thing.

Months went by like that, with her getting some kind of Pavlovian response to you where only it was needed for you to be in the same space as her to get her semi hard, with her brain going wild with the many scenarios of her fucking you in that very same place you both were, not caring if there were more people in the room. Of course, she didn't do anything, she didn't know how you felt about her, neither. But you felt just the same as she did, your body being on fire as soon as she did something as small as just touching you by accident if she was too close. Yet both of you were unaware of it, so you decided it would be better for you to just concentrate on becoming a dancer.

Which you did, dedicating your life to dancing, and training hard day and night until you did it. You became a dancer, and you started to get many jobs for it, background dancer for big names on a music video, a dancer for someone's promotions... And the understudy of your sister Haseul.

You could've said no, but you were going to spend more time close to Yves, and how could you say no to that? You went headfirst into that, with the girls joking that you would end up being added to the group, even going as far as giving you a stage name, giving you dark green as a color, and saying you should be a crow-tit because you were smaller than most of the group. All in all you were accepted pretty well, with practices accommodating to your schedules as a dancer, which also meant you would also stay up until late just to be able to give your best for the group.

You were pushed into an almost idol life, having to shoot the video with them, just to be able to have some sense of Haseul in there, and yet again you accepted because you knew that it would mean much to orbits, to those who loved your sister dearly. You didn't even sung a line, but it was okay for you. You didn't want to be an idol, you wanted to be a dancer, which was what you were doing, plus some extras.

Like being thrown to the wolves stylists to be measured for the clothes for promotion and the video, because of course, the choreo was for twelve people, and you would have to be there for it to work. You didn't know anything about them anymore for a while, but even though you heard them scoff and whisper during the measurements, you could only now thank them for those clothes.

And Yves wanted to thank them too, as they made you look so good that even after finishing the song, all sweaty and panting. She even preferred you that way, even if she was about to burst in her shorts because of that visual. You were no better, you were about to pounce on her, fuck all the rules and what was wrong or right.

You ended up quickly getting out of the stage as soon as the show was over, just as many other idols were getting out of the stage, which led to the twelve girls and their managers to search for you. You were none of them responsibility, you could even get back home on your own if you wanted, just as you could get to the shows on your own, but you spent so much time with them that they grew fond of you. That and the fact that if Haseul ever knew you got lost and no one searched for you, she would light up Blockberry Creative and then The Show, not caring who was inside.

Of course, it was Yves who found you, while you were looking at a hallway trying to see if you recognized something from there. She got closer to you, who was unaware of the girls searching for you, and trapped you between the wall and her body.

"Are you lost, little dove?" She asked, putting her deepest voice possible.

Even though you tensed up, you relaxed hearing Sooyoung being Sooyoung.

"Is it now when you kidnap me and take me to a huge mansion and we have sex until I fall in love?" You joked, making Yves blush while her eyes widened.

"How do you know that movie?" She whispered in a tone that sounded too much like your sister scolding you.

You turned around, raising an eyebrow to her, but you never pulled away.

"I'm not a child, Sooyoung I can watch whatever I want... But I didn't finish the movie, watching it only for the girl didn't seem worth it." You answered.

"You were going to watch it for the woman?" Sooyoung asked, even more surprised than before.

"Yeah, but if I wanted to watch porn I would've payed for it."

That was one of the things Sooyoung loved about you. No, not if you watched or not porn, but the ability of just talking about things that everyone else would simply find to scandalous. Yet you were there, talking about it with a teasing smile, knowing that you were flustering her.

"Yah! Don't be like that, you're doing it on purpose." She complained, making you laugh at it.

She didn't like it, she didn't like to feel like you were making fun of her, even if she knew you weren't. You were laughing, because she was too nervous around you to even talk about things related to sex because she couldn't let you know that she fantasized about you all the time.

But she wouldn't let you keep laughing about you either, so she wouldn't just grabbed you by your jaw and kissed you.

That definitely kept you from laughing, as you quickly kissed back, getting your hands on the back of her head, pulling her even closer, while her arms went to your waist like they had known its way all her life. The kiss didn't take long to become a makeout session, with both lips coated on each other's saliva, you being pushed against the wall once again, and one of her hands was making her way inside the red skirt you were wearing. You let out a gasp when she grabbed your ass, squeezing it with no hesitation, as if she had dreamed about it for a long time. The gasp was swallowed by Sooyoung’s mouth, but she wasn’t able to stop a moan on her own when your hand slipped through her shorts to her boxers, tracing his length with your nails, making her shiver and throb.

“Y/N! Are you here?” The unmistakable voice of Gowon pulled you out of your makeout session, quickly getting your hand out of Sooyoung’s hand and pulling apart just enough to get her inside the door next to you two, the bathroom you had been just a few seconds before she had found you.

Yves was looking at you with a teasing smile and a raised eyebrow, as if she had been waiting for you to say what you wanted, even if she wanted just the same. But you didn’t even give her time to do so, as you took her inside one of the stalls, not wanting to risk yourself to be found with her by her own members, not after making out with her, so you two waited for a few seconds, hearing Gowon talking to someone else who’s voice neither of you could recognize, and then hear her walking away. You got out of the stall, looking at your reflection in the mirror, seeing your hair being a mess and your lipstick smudged along with Yves' own color in your lips. Deciding to stop before it was too late, you start taking your lipstick off with paper, and to fix your hair the best you could, you can always blame the mess on the presentation and running around the building trying to find your way back.

Of course, Yves wouldn't have any of it, as she went back to you, holding you by the waist as she looked at you through the mirror, not caring how she was looking. You could feel her bulge even if you two were completely clothed, but you decided to ignore it just for the sake of getting out of there quickly, otherwise you would give up in a matter of seconds.

"So now we're going to act like nothing happened?" She asked getting closer to your neck, wanting to leave a kiss there. You moved aside, not allowing her to do so, earning a frown from him. "Didn't you want to kiss me, or anything that happened? Because I can go out of here and never get close to you again uf that's what you wanted."

"That's the problem, Sooyoung. I want you, but we can't be together, we're risking too much just with something as small as a kiss." You said, finally turning around to face her, knowing that it would be a bad idea. "We worked hard to get where we are, even if we are not the top idol or the top dancer."

Once again, she got in front of you, with her two hands on the counter behind you, not wanting you to move away again.

"I don't care what I'm risking. It might be crazy, because I've met you just months ago, but I can't get you out of my head." She confessed, kissing you cheek "And you can't say you don't feel anything, because otherwise what we did wouldn't have happened." She finished, kissing the corner of your mouth

You looked at her, how good she looked on those clothes, how you wanted to indulge on her at least once when you had the chance, because you weren't sure you would ever have a chance with her. It was wrong and you knew it, you should get out of there, and accept her offer of never getting close to her again. But it was also right, it was what you wanted, it was what she wanted also, and she was asking for a bit of your time, just enough to satisfy a need, then you'll see the rest.

"You're going to be the death of me, Ha Sooyoung." You answered, not giving her time to try to understand as you kissed her again, with the same need you had kissed her before.

She took no time kissing you again, grabbing you by the waist to push you against her body, needing you as close as possible. Your hands went against the skin of her abs, slowly getting a hand inside, running with your nails higher and higher, feeling her shiver and her skin get goosebumps.

Yves decided to up the game too, and started to drive her lips to your neck, kissing your jaw in the process, wishing she could leave hickeys there, to show everyone that you wouldn't be touched by anyone else, yet she didn't, as she knew the rest of the group would quickly put two and two together and everything would be over for the two of you. Maybe on another time, when no one was searching for you, she would be able to do so, and let you blame anyone else, but for now she would have to be content with knowing that she would have you. And she was happy, as she felt your body heating while she ran her fingers on the inside of your red cropped shirt, a reminder that you were almost like a group mate, with your color coordinated clothes, the same ones you and Gowon joked that were the same, and wondered if it was part of the lore in front of the cameras. But it didn’t matter now, not when she was so goddamn grateful of the skirt and your cropped shirt, as it gave more access to you without sparing time discarding clothes, she could deal with the rattle of the chains you were wearing as accessories, and the fact that she would probably ruin the hard work of the stylists and make up, she only cared that she had you, even if for a short while.

“Yves, we don’t have much time.” You reminded her, despite finding pleasure on her touches and kisses, now on your body, as she had unbuttoned your shirt, and you were feeling some of the cold chains against your body, hot with need from the taller girl.

Maybe if there was a next time, you two could take more time, but as much as you wanted to take your sweet time there, you were on a bathroom on a music show and many other people were searching for you. Sooyoung knew this, so she chuckled as she unbuttoned her pants and lowered along with her boxers, letting you see her erection. It was then when you understood why you could feel her so easily sometimes, as she was rather big, and for a moment you wondered if it would hurt to have her inside, yet the worry went away after remembering how many times you had wanted her.

“You’re sounding needy, love.” She said as she slid the safety shorts down along with your underwear.

She was grateful for them usually, it protected the girls and you from unwanted stares and pictures, but in times like these she felt like she wanted to rip them off. But she didn’t, instead they let them around your knees while she grabbed you by the waist and sat you down on the counter, with you squealing from surprise before it turned into a moan as her thumb found its way to your clit, drawing slow circles while coating her dick with your wetness, feeling also worried for you. Although a part of her was turned on by the small size difference, there was another part of her that was worried of hurting you, so she wanted to do her best to make sure it would be fine despite being short on time.

Yves slid inside of you slowly, taking her time watching your face for any sign of discomfort, but she found only pleasure, as you closed your eyes and moaned from pleasure. That urged her to keep going, slowly filling you with her, biting her lip to not let out a moan on her own. You noticed her holding herself back, so you decided to grab her by the back of her head and kiss her, latching your legs to your back to get her to finally go all inside. You both moaned at the feeling, feeling so full of her, having her breathe in the air you breathed out, with her hands on you just as you had your hands on her. 

Sooyoung looked at you for any sign of discomfort, anything that would signal her to not move, but all in your face showed the opposite, and while you were grateful for her being so considerated, you also knew that you should be quick before the other ten girls or their managers found you, so you start grinding on her.

“Come on, fuck me like you dreamed of doing.” You tell her, starting to kiss her neck and leaving soft bites on her neck, earning a moan and for her to give a quick thrust into you.

She finds a good pace rather quickly, as if you two had done this plenty of times, and maybe it’s the rush of adrenaline of thinking you could be caught at any time, but you don’t think there could be something that turned you on more than that moment with her. She was moving rather fast, barely taking some inches out before ramming the full length inside again, and her thumb on your clit still moving, this time at the same pace as Sooyoung’s length. Yves looked down, seeing her cock disappearing on your insides, and how it bulged on you, making her feel like she could’ve cum from that sight alone. She had you caged against the mirror, as she had fantasized many times, and it was even better than what she had ever thought, nothing could even compare to having your pussy pulsing on her shaft, your moans on her ear, and your legs around her waist, as if you wouldn’t ever want her to let you go.

You both were close, and she knew it, but even then, she couldn’t help but listening voices, it was both Hyunjin and Chuu, and it made her act quickly, walking to the nearest stall with you in her arms, not stopping thrusting on the whole ordeal.

“You’ll have to keep quiet, sweetheart.” She told you in almost a teasing tone, which you answered with kissing her.

You both heard them getting in, talking about you, and how everyone had run without their phones, so no one knew if you were okay, which made you want to laugh. You were more than okay, you had Sooyoung deep inside you, fucking you as if she wanted you to forget even your own name, and the idea of them finding you like that made you clench on her, making Yves bite your lower lip to stiffle a moan. She was getting near the edge, and she was almost sure you were too, but the other pair seemed to be waiting for you two to get out of there, as they were still talking there, and Hyunjin even got into one of the stalls next to you, all while Yves tried to stop herself from cumming until the pair was out, and both of you tried not to let out a moan.

Neither of you knew what the other was thinking, but both of you were feeling just the slightest guilty of liking the idea of being caught there, fucking while everyone worried about your whereabouts. Yves kissed you again just as she bursted inside of you, making you moan inside her mouth and cumming with her, the voices of the pair being drowned in the whirlwind of lust and the overwhelming feelings, making Yves seat so she wouldn’t drop you accidentally.

You both heard the door being closed while you and Sooyoung tried to regain their breath, giggling breathlessly at what just happened, her white essence dribbling down your core to her thighs, but she doesn’t care, but there’s a strange need inside to scoop all of it and fuck it back inside. But she doesn’t, if she does that she knows you two will be back at it and you’ll be fucking in the stall for hours. Even though it sounds like heaven, even if the place isn’t the best, she decides against it, and only scoops what had gotten out with two fingers, and raised them to your lips.

“Fuck, I shouldn’t have done that.” Yves said, feeling herself twitch at the sight of you taking her digits in your mouth and cleaning them up. “Let them go, baby, we need to get going, and if you keep it like that we’re not leaving this place anymore.”

“You’re the one who wanted me to clean your fingers.” You answered with an innocent expression, as if you hadn’t done anything.

You got up from her lap, only to feel your thighs like jelly, but you endured it and got your underwear and safety shorts up, watching the older girl clean herself before pulling her boxers and shorts up, turning around to hand you toilet paper to clean you off, only to find you already fixing your shirt. She had expected for you to want to clean yourself after the mess that would probably be your thighs if you didn’t, but she never expected that you would hold her cum inside, and it made her want to torn your clothes off only to fuck you again. But she didn’t, she only held you by your waist, helping you out to the sink, so you could fix yourself before going.

She knew she would have to come up with a great excuse so no one would suspect, but still, she couldn’t help but hug you from behind, looking at you in the mirror, still perfect in her eyes. She was fucked up, she knew it from the first moment she saw you... Yet, she wouldn’t care, as long as she had you in her arms.

“Come on, I’ll take you on my back, I’ll say you fell down on the way back and I decided to carry you.”

#loona smut #yves smut #g!p yves

[lowkeycasanova]

Ghost of you

plot: Vinnie is now a single dad

Trigger warning: mention of death

*loosely based off the song Ghost by Justin Bieber*

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Vinnie kissed his six year old daughter’s cheek as she clutched her stuffed animal in her hands and shut her eyes, attempting to go back to sleep after yet another bad dream that she woke Vinnie up about.

She’s been receiving them almost everyday since the accident.

He gets off the side of her bed and walks out, shutting the door behind him, but not all the way. He makes his way over to the adjacent room, the one that belong to his four year old son, squeezing the handle and opening the door. He’s fast asleep.

Vinnie stands there for a moment, taking in his sleeping figure before turning away.

He walks back down the hall to where his room is. Upon crawling back into bed, he brings his knees up and rests his arms on them, taking a deep breath. The familiar sensation of grief, sadness, and anger stirring up inside him. He knew from hearing about strangers losing loved ones and he knew it would be bad, but he never thought it would be this bad. He was sick to his stomach.

His kids were still too young to really get it, but he was dreading the day they would fully understand what happened.

That mama isn't coming back.

Car accident. Some man not paying attention and speeding ran the red light and hit your car in the intersection on your way home.

So fucking unfair that the man is still alive while your life was taken from you.

He was in the denial stage for sure. Constantly texting your phone, praying that this was just a bad dream and wondering why God wouldn't wake him up. He had to come to terms with reality once the most recent message turned green, indicating that your number was no longer in service.

It's crazy how one moment you can be here, and the next moment you're not. Tomorrow isn't promised. Death is no respecter of persons.

It didn't seem real that you were actually gone. Someone that he saw nearly everyday wasn't here anymore. There were times when he wanted to tell you something funny or tell you something that one of the children did, but he couldn't. Every day since the accident has been gray and a blur.

The children were another thing.

Vinnie was now responsible for two kids. Two young kids. Being a single parent was going to be rough. It was already hard. He found himself getting frustrated often. He felt bad because he knew it wasn't their fault. He also felt obligated to put on a smile for them.

He didn't realize he was starting to cry until he felt a tear drip down his face. Quickly wiping it away, he laid down, pulling the covers over him. But just as he was about to close his eyes, they jolted open.

He swears he saw something from your side of the bed, which by the way, was still made up. Rubbing his eyes and trying to adjust to the darkness, he didn't see anything, but he let out a sigh.

From his point of view, he was looking into an empty space.

But you were right there. In your usual spot, with your head turned to face him. From your point of view, he was looking directly into your eyes.

You wanted to tell him that nothing could have prepared him nor you for this. You want him to go out and live his life. To let him know that he's got it figured out, even though he doesn't know it. And when he messes up, he'll get right back on track like he always does. All the plans he made will work out in your absence. That everything will go back to normal. Well, that was easy for you to say.

But not really. You were hurting too. You had crossed a bridge that your family can't follow.

You also wanted to move his curls out of his face. But you've always liked the longer hair.

But it's like he knew you were speaking to him. He immediately felt a sense of comfort wash over him. He reached over and rubbed a part of your spot on the bed, but from your perspective, he was gently grazing over your hand. He didn't even know it and you could have burst into tears right there.

He pulled away and did his best to go back to sleep.

Over the next few weeks, Vinnie was starting to get better. He has acknowledged his pain and accepted your loss. He's trying his best to move on. Waking up and getting out of bed, getting the kids ready for school/helping the oldest with her homework, cleaning the house, running errands, talking to friends, and supporting himself emotionally by taking care of himself physically. He was doing it.

He will find light in this world again, even though it's going to be hard without the love of his life by his side. But you'll always be there in his heart.

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“So if I can’t be close to you, I’ll settle for the ghost of you. I miss you more than life.”

#vinniehacker #vinnie x reader #vinnie hacker imagine #vinnie x y/n #vinnie imagines #vinnie angst

[madphantom]

are you okay? /gen

Yeah, in hindsight it was actually a pretty funny story!

So, the situation was that, on the same day, at the same time, in two different towns, I wanted to attend both the antifascist summer festival and my friend's concert. No problem, I thought to myself, the festival is from 13:00-03:00, so I can go there for a bit, take the bus to the neighbouring town with two friends, attend the concert, return to this town by bus until midnight and even take a shift at the festival's bar at midnight.

That was the plan.

At first it seemed to work rather well. We all found the bus in time, got on, it was supposed to arrive in the town center and then we'd take a second bus to the place where the concert was happening and arrive there precisely ten minutes before it began. Well, the bus didn't take us to the city center. It dropped us off a few streets away, because there was a massive accident on the main road. So, we ran to the bus stop, but it was weirdly empty.

"Oh yeah, all buses in the entire town don't drive today because of the accident," we were informed.

After I finished hyperventilating we made our decisions. One of us wasn't feeling well, so she'd take a taxi bus to our hometown. The other friend and I would walk the 45 minute distance to the concert. Which is what we did. Through the fucking woods. Following some kind of highway.

Eventually, after being lost and confused for a very long time, we arrived at the concert. It was in the middle of fuckoff nowhere and there was no cellphone reception. Just before entering the great unknown I sent a message into the antifascist group chat: "Hi everyone, my friend and I are stranded at a concert in xxx town, can someone pick us up?"

During the concert I kept leaving the cellphone reception hole and texting another friend, who was somewhat reluctant to drive us. We did however find some more of our friends, and friends of their friends, who offered to drive us.

During a break my friend came over from the stage to join us, when suddenly an elderly lady approached us and went "Hey Bobby, my daughter just texted me that someone from her group chat called Maddie needs a ride, and I believe you know her...?" so I'm like yeah that's me, I found someone. I got curious and asked how she knew, and apparently her daughter is in the group chat, recognized him in my profile picture of us two, figured that the concert in xxx town had to be him and knew her mum would be there because she's a family friend of his, and sent the photo of us to her mum, who in turn figured if she found him she'd find me somewhere in his vicinity.

At eleven pm a couple who was friends with one of our friends' friend but also loosely knew the performer drove me and my buddy back to our hometown. I needed to get to a cabin in the woods where the festival was happening, and the shortest way was through a graveyard. We ran through the graveyard, started hearing wild hogs, and I panicked and took the wrong turn, so we ended up walking through a field and falling into a pit of stinging nettles. Exactly at midnight, when my shift was due to begin, I arrived at the festival and was greeted with cheers and a big hug.

Then I did my shift, got wasted, wrote sad poetry and got accompanied home by a dead drunk dude at about half past three, but that's the normal part of the night.

#personal post