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bebx · 8 months

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“I don’t need therapy because my comfort characters are my therapy” and it turns out the comfort characters in question are the ones who need therapy the most

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xblackreader · 2 months

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>> Just convinced my grandmother that this was a picture of an actor and his actress wife.

Her immediate thoughts: What’d I tell you? Them Italian men…

Cause if this isn’t an old Italian mob couple idk who is

#Cause if this isn’t an old Italian mob couple idk who is #I need sydcarmy AUs NOW #I NEED A MAFIA AU #MAFIA AU #ONE SET IN THE 40s #I NEED CLASSIC CARS #KISSING AT THE DRIVE IN #black women #x black reader #sydcarmy #sydney adamu #sydney sweeney #carmy x sydney #carmy berzatto #carmen berzatto #the bear #the bear tv #jeremy allen white #ayo edebiri

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0strawberrysorbet0 · 20 days

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𝑁𝑜𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝐼 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑎 𝑤𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟..

𝐿𝑢𝑐𝑖𝑓𝑒𝑟 𝑀𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

Currently writing this at 2am (so it's gonna be shit probs) while listening to the Sweeney Todd soundtrack so this is HEAVILY based on 'Ah, Miss', enjoy!!

Please do not use/steal my work on this site or any other! Resposts and likes are appreciated greatly!!

Summary: Lucifer spots a gorgeous person singing at one of the windows in the Vees tower and is enamored. He will steal you.

Warnings: Yandere-ish??, No Y/N usage, not many other things, my shitty writing, no uses of gender (not really a warning but whatever)

Lucifer had seen every corner and crack of both hell and heaven, he had seen the world form and had helped in creating the creatures and earth, he had seen the beauties of earth and the heavens. But never the beauties of the people.

After all, he was punished with ruling hell for all eternity, so he only saw the worst in people, so it's quite apparent that he did not like sinners. Well until he saw a stunning sinner staring longingly out of a window.

A window of the Vees tower. He didn't care for the Vees, they were below him after all but they had you? Suddenly the Vees tower was the most gorgeous building to stare at, especially a particular window

They were... Singing? A beautiful melody floated down from the window to the cracked pavement. He couldn't even hear the lyrics but was enamoured... He hadn't heard such a beautiful voice since Lilith. Yours might even be better. He stood standing, head fully tilted to see the figure who was releasing the tune.

"Look at me, favour me with your glance" he muttered under his breath, a toothy smile spread across his pale face. The sinner looked sad?.. He wanted nothing more to be able to hold them, the complete stranger.

It had been a few weeks since he first saw you but he kept coming back, he had made himself a bench as he sat and listened to the warm song he could hear, singing about wanting out.

If only you noticed him, he'd have you out with a blink. As he continued to listen to the melody he sat carving a duck of you as he watched you sing, stroking a bird that sat in a cage next to you.

He had been staring for a bit now, forgetting about the sinners near him, the ones bleeding out near him, the ones doing worse. They didn't matter. Not when a gorgeous person like you was up there.

How he wished he was with you.

As he stared you glanced at him, turning then taking a second glance, your hand giving a small wave. A slight smile across their plush lips.

He was sure if he was alive his heart would've stopped, the blood rushed to his face as he sat like a deer in headlights, how embarrassing...

As he finally snapped out of it you had turned away, dammit. His 𝘰𝘯𝘦 chance. It didn't matter. He could easily get you out of their. He was 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 afterall.

Don't worry. He'd steal you.

#hazbin hotel x y/n #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer morningstar #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #reader #y/n #singer!reader #singer #sweeney todd #the vees #hazbin hotel vees

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jazzsonly · 7 months

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ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴏꜰꜰ

pairing(s): maddy perez x fem!reader (no pronouns used.)

warning(s): angst? arguing? none technically. old fic meaning old ass writing.

summary: you can't understand why Maddy won't save your failing relationship

part two. (coming soon!)

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you were laid against fezco's couch while you, him, and rue shared a blunt. tv on, with a random movie blaring from it. you don't know, you weren't really paying attention. maddy was clouding your mind as she usually did.

you had your sixth argument alone this week. you were tired—you couldn't understand. everything was fine. you were fine—more than fine, you were happy. so was maddy or at least you thought because all she seemed to do was start an argument lately. the weirdest part: she'd get even more mad when you tried to deescalate the situation and understand her.

"i think jules is cheating on me." rue announced, blowing smoke from her nose.

"oh word?" fezco let out while I was hummed in response.

was that it? was maddy cheating on you? no. you held her too high to think of her doing that.

"she’a been hanging with elliot a lottt." rue dragged her words.

"maybe you should ask her..." you trail off.

“you know, communicate.”

"yea’ that's word. communication is key." you both turn to fezco.

"when have you been in a relationship?" rue asked the question you were both thinking.

"don’t worry about me—I know a little some." you snort, you loved fez. you knew if you needed anything he had you.

"yo, there's this weird ass old guy out back." everyone looked at ashtray who held a shotgun in his hands.

"fuck, man."

fez stood and turned to both of you, "y'all should head out."

you didn't ask any questions, standing up you made your way to the door. rue behind you as well, grumbling about how she was comfortable.

"you need a ride?" you asked the Bennett.

"nah I got a bike."

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maddy's house was on the way to yours so you figured why not stop by. you weren't in the mood to argue so you thought maybe you could get her relaxed and watch a movie.

you knocked on the door a totaled or three times before her mom open it,

"y/n?" she seemed oddly surprised to see you.

"hey mrs.perez, is maddy here?"

"yeah, she's in her room." she pointed to the familiar stairs, stepping aside to let you.

you followed the route upstairs, knocking on the bedroom door twice before peaking your head in. maddy on her bed, phone to her ear. her eyes met you face and she rolled her eyes before telling whoever (assumed Cassie) on the phone she'd call them later.

"hey—I was on my way home and wanted to stop by, hope you don't min—

"come here." you followed, closing the door behind you. surprisingly, she pulled you into a hug, after placing a kiss on the corner of your mouth.

"listen, I don't wanna argu—

"were you smoking?" she questioned, sniffing your shirt that had a light scent of weed.

"yeah, just a little." you mutter already having an idea where this was going.

"you've been doing it a lot—and you've been hanging with rue."

"i’m not on that shit, maddy. just some weed and light drinking. just to relax." you huff at her accusation.

"drinking too? what? you gonna end of like my dad AND rue?" here you go.

"maddy—"

"you’re so fucking selfish." here come the insults.

“i do it because of you!" you blurt of out, voice rising.

"me? no you do because you're fucking self and only think about yourself. god—i should've known when i found you were friends with rue and fez."

you perk up, pointing your finger. “they're good people. don’t you fucking look down on them."

you weren't normally defensive but you weren't gonna let her shit talk your people.

"look, maddy, i didn't come here for this shit. so call me when you get your head on right, bro." you stood, trying to exit of the door you came in but maddy’s hand caught your wrist.

"stay."

"i just—

"we can watch a movie." she gave you doe eyes and you contemplated for a second.

if you stay you know you'd probably argue again but there's also a chance you can be civil. but that was a 75 to 35 ratio

"please, baby."

you sigh, sitting back down.

━━━ 👩🏽‍💻

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stylespresleyhearted · 19 days

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POV: AUSTIN BUTLER IS IN LOVE

(AND DOESN’T CARE WHO KNOWS IT)

masterlist here x

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enews Love is in the air! Austin Butler and his girlfriend shared the sweetest reunion outside the airport 😭 more photos at the link in bio

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fan34 omg i am so freaking jealous

user12 GOD HAS FAVORITES AND IT AINT ME

butlerfan It feels so good to see him be publicly in love and not hide it anymore

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austinbutler Happy day 🎂❤️

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fan13 LMAO THE OFFICE MEME RETURNS

tchalamet happy birthday gee! @yourinstagram

zendaya 27 has never looked better queen 💕

ashleytisdale I’m telling Jupiter LOL! Happiest birthday to you @yourinstagram you are a blessing in our lives 🥰🥰

ashleybee HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY 💘💘💘

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yourinstagram 💋 smooches for @austinbutler

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glenpowell Austin Butler is one lucky lucky man

fan13 not glen in the comment section please

user13 this gets cuter when you realize she was actually kissing him through the glass 😭❤️

oliviadejonge absolute stunner 🥀

austinbutler Get over here right now

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enews Austin Butler and girlfriend spotted sharing a few cuddles and kisses while on a date! We all know how much they love their smooches 😚

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user21 one hand on her back, other in her pocket this man knows he’s fine

fan13 IM SO FUCKIN LONELY 😩

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austinbutler sweatin’ because my date is so hot

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ashleybee HAHA the caption 😂😂

yourinstagram lol u cheesy man 🫶🏻 ily

anthonyboyle He was probably so proud with it too 😂

keoghan ace mateeee 😌

ayoedibiri this is my favorite post you have ever posted

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austinbutler Took over lighting production during a visit on set and she killed it !!

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florencepugh I’m so mad you didn’t bring her on the Dune set

yourinstagram WHAT DO YOU MEAN I WAS THERE EVERY WEEKEND

florencepugh not enough. i needed you there every day.

yourinstagram Michael Mann said the job is mine 🤩

user13 y/n getting a job on the heat 2 set iktr!!!

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austinbutler I want to do with you what spring does to cherry tress - Pablo Neruda

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fan23 … is everyone else also transfixed on her awesome boobs or am i a perv ?

oliviadejonge gorgeous girl

tomholland2013 aren’t we lucky boys mate?

ashleytisdale 😍😍😍

ayoedibiri she’s got you quoting pablo neruda and i completely understand why

yourinstagram if your boyfriend isn’t also your photographer break up with him

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austinbutler 🕶️

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zendaya the coolest to ever do it

keoghan92 sickkkk

rileykeough Austin we’re gonna need you to release a book of all the photos you have of this gorgeous girl 🌚

ashleybee Her job is Cool Barbie

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yourinstagram was my turn to snap a photo of this handsome guy who makes me the happiest i have ever been ♥️♾️ ‘love could be labeled poison and we’d drink it anyway’

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austinbutler oh no

yourinstagram taste of your own medicine mister lol

keoghan92 my teeth can’t handle the sweetness

florencepugh not one bad photo of either of you exists

ashleybee Having a big sister moment because he’s winked the same since he was like 5

yourinstagram can we look at baby pictures again 🥹

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No disrespect intended to Austin’s current relationship, I respect their privacy but also I really wish Austin would post his gf, talk about her, all that good stuff I GET WHY HE DOESN’T 😭

also using Sydney Sweeney as a FC because I’m currently obsessed with her she’s awesome?? Brilliant ??? She is everything. Also I may have an idea for part 2 but it would be nsfw concerning leaked nudes and such but would anyone be interested in that? Lemme know! As always feel free to come chat 💬

#austin butler x reader #austin butler instagram #sydney sweeney instagram #austin butler instagram edit #austin butler fanfic #still working on callum as well just been so busy wahhhh #and im in love w sydney sweeney now #i watched immaculate she was great #i loved anyone but you #i love her work ethic

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infernalodie · 1 year

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𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄 || 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝

“𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘐 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘵𝘰𝘰 ��𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴, 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘔𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘥𝘶𝘮𝘣, 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘫𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘙𝘶𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦: 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘦 '𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴“

Inspo: Henry Verus - REVENGE Henry Verus - loveletter

Pairing: Cassie Howard x Male!reader

Summary: Revenge was always the answer...

Warnings: Angst, toxic vibes, smut, unprotected sex, and even more toxic vibes

Words: 2190

DNI IF YOU’RE YOUNGER THAN 18!

A wise man once said, “Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves.” The meaning of it was that the person willing to make that commitment, willing to ruin themselves to hurt another only led to their only damnation. But you wondered if he knew how much that matched the situation you had found yourself in.

A situation and place in time where you could only feel the air being sucked free from your lungs. An uncontrollable fury that flowed through your bloodstream. Creating shakes in your hands as you tried to bottle all that you were feeling. Chest rising in falling in quick and angry puffs as you tuned in on the secret you had discovered only a mere night ago. The sounds you had heard upon entering your home. Spotting those all too familiar sneakers by the front door.

Oh, man, you were seething with rage. And hearing those moans, that fragile voice calling out your brother's name. That might’ve been one of the darkest moments in your life. Close behind the videotapes of your father, that has scarred you for life.

And when you entered Nate’s room, you found the one thing that changed your outlook on dating or women. Although Nate was part of the blame, Cassie fell under his spell. She knew half the fucked up shit he’d done in the past, yet, she still followed through on fucking him. She easy. She wasn’t endgame material and you should’ve realized that a while ago.

But that had been the night things changed between you and Cassie. You couldn’t look at her like she was a normal human being. If anything, now, you looked at her like a piece of property- Nate’s property because that was what she was now. It had been the same with Maddy and it was now happening with your girlfriend.

She broke up with you not long after that night, and she was surprised to find you took it so easily. Thinking that she ended things peacefully with you and carried on with her days. But she should’ve been able to see the dark look in your eyes when she ended things. Although you did love her, she was far too gone to be saved. A piece of property was what she was now. Except, there was one thing you knew about Nate’s property and it was that he didn’t like that property to be touched.

So, here you were, standing in the far corner of the party ensuing around you. Falling Back by Drake blasted in the background as you continued to stare at your ex. Seeing her smile and enjoying her time with your brother. Feeling that guttural rage begin to build and build each moment you watched. The fact that they were happy, genuinely happy with one another was a shot in the back. Not only by your brother but by Cassie as well.

You wanted to set their world on fire. Just the idea of them suffering as you slowly widdle down their psyche was just blissful. Pretty fucked up, but the fact that Cassie had practically moved into your house, you weren’t merciful anymore. Especially now that you and your father spent most of the nights with football on, beers in hand, and hoping that the casters’ voices can block out the moans belonging to Cassie.

No, they didn’t deserve your mercy. They didn’t deserve the side of you that would roll over and accept the reality of the situation. So, when you spotted Lexi in the crowd talking to Kat, a lightbulb ignited in your mind.

Downing the rest of your drink, you made your way across the busy living room and to the kitchen where Lexi was. Entering, you moved past the two girls and to the bottles on the counter. Kat had dismissed herself to pick up Ethan’s call, giving you the chance you needed.

“Hey, Lex,” you greeted, causing the girl to turn around, her soft smile on display at the sight of you. But it faltered when seeing the bags under your eyes and hair slightly astray.

“Oh, hey, Y/n. How’s your night going?” She asked with a soft chuckle.

You pursed your lips with a shrug, offering a forced smile. “Just as anyone could expect nowadays.” Glancing past the girl, you could still see Cassie hanging onto Nate’s side. You nodded to the pair, a stab of pain in your chest. “But they look like they’re having fun though.”

She glanced over, scoffing at the sight of her sister drunk and being with Nate. “She’s going to get her heart broken in no time. After everything he’s done, she still goes to him.” You offered a red solo cup to her, pausing her ranting as she thanked you before she continued. “I mean, how dumb is she?”

Squinting your eyes, you stared at the blonde. “I mean, I dated her, so I can confirm that she is quite dumb. Maybe a few screws loose as well.” Your statement made the girl laugh, enabling a smile to form on your lips.

A lot of your friends didn’t exactly align with your brother as you hung out with drug addicts and the gossip girls of East Highland. Lexi was a part of that group and there was a genuine friendship you had with her. But, if you wanted to get some payback, you would have to twist it in a way that may piss Cassie off. Just the first stab into her heart that might show that this was just the start.

So, with nothing so much as a warning, your arm wrapped around Lexi’s waist and you pulled her into your chest. The squeak that fell from her lips made you smile, tilting your head as you stared down at the girl. “Just play along.”

“Y/n, what are you-” Lexi couldn’t help but stop herself, glancing in her sister’s direction. Finding the blonde watching intently of the position Lexi had found herself in. But the longer she stared at her sister, the longer she found reasons as to why she should listen to you. To get payback. To get revenge.

So, she looked up at you, glancing down at your lips before back up at your eyes. And it was her turn to take you by surprise, taking your breath away with her lips slamming against yours.

The kiss wasn’t what you thought capable from the bookworm. Everything you knew about Lexi was innocence. That and the fact that after a long night of drinking, when Cassie left the room to grab more beer, Lexi had confessed that she was a virgin. Wanting your advice on what may get her past this stage in her life. But feeling this and experiencing it would’ve fooled you if you never were exposed to the vulnerability she had shown.

Lexi’s hands drifted down, moving just past the hem of your jeans and resting over the growing tent. A deep guttural moan was swallowed by the girl, who couldn’t contain the smirk that formed on her lips. The desperate need for air was slowly becoming faded with the need for something more grew.

But it was short-lived by a livid blonde who wasn’t afraid to shove Lexi away and sweep you away. Looking over your shoulder, you gave an apologetic smile to Lexi. She was still trying to recover from the intensity, face red and lips beginning to bruise. It was adorable.

And when you found yourself pushed against a door in a room with no lights on, you couldn’t help but smile in amusement. Finding the amount of anger written on Cassie’s face to be adorable coming from someone who had no right to be this angry.

“Hello, Cass,” you greeted smugly.

“What do you think you’re doing with my sister? Going to use her to get back at me?” Cassie spat.

“Well, it got us alone, didn’t it?” You inquired, making the girl hush. A sigh fell from your lips, shrugging. “We’re just getting to know each other a bit better, you know?”

“Don’t be a fucking asshole. You look like a little pussy doing this. You know that, right?” Cassie said. “I mean, you are acting like a child by trying to have sex with my sister after I broke up with you.”

You laughed, scratching your temple. “Please, remind me because my memory might be a little fuzzy. But who was the one that cheated?” You asked. “Oh, wait! That was you! Now I remember!”

“Dont be a child-”

Before she could finish, you grabbed the side of her neck firmly. Nothing that with substitute as aggressive. You didn’t squeeze. You didn’t pull. You simply grabbed it. But it didn’t seize to make Cassie grasp and whimper under your hold.

Leaning closer, you stared at her lips with an essence of hunger rumbling in your gut. “I never cheated on you,” you stated. “But God, do I wish I did. The embarrassment you would’ve felt.”

Cassie groaned, managing to meet your dark gaze. “What are you going to do about it then?”

A sickening sweet smile crossed your features before you pressed your lips against hers. And then, it felt like everything before. The kiss, the heat, the need for one another. It was manufactured, but you had missed it so damn much.

She fought against you. The urgency in her hands was evident with her fumbling with your belt. The rattling of the buckle and the groans of frustration with the button made you grin.

Taking the lead, you peeled her shirt off and snapped her bra. Revealing her bare chest as you moved her toward the bed, keeping your lips pressed against hers even when the back of her knees met the edge of the bed.

Peeling her panties off, you pulled your pants off before peppering her neck in kisses. Cassie’s nails dug into your back, a greater sense of urgency in her movements. She was completely putty within your hold and liked it that way.

And some part of you felt horrible doing what you were doing. This wasn’t just to get some sort of moment of euphoric galore. If you wanted that, you would’ve told Cassie to fuck off and just fucked Lexi. At least there, things may have worked out better. But this was a plan that you were making up on the fly. You were scheming to get back at your brother and Cassie.

Forcing her legs apart, you grabbed the base of your cock and lined it up with her fluttering cunt. Ever so slowly, you eased yourself in. A deep guttural groan is ripped from your chest. Cassie was a panting, writhing mess laid out just for you. Her hands grabbed handfuls of the bed sheets in an attempt to find some grounding aspect to the intensity filling the room.

Her breaths were hiccuped and choked out of her when you laid flush against her, hips raising to relieve her of the sense of fullness. But it was only a moment later that you slammed your hips against her, stealing the air from her lungs. Nails dug deeper into your skin until they drew blood, making the line between pain and pleasure blur. Mending together into some sick and twisted turn-on for you. And it sparked the aggression in your body.

And something in the air shifted the energy the two of you had. From pent-up and possible deprivation of one another was now an animalistic desire. Teeth baring, lips sucking, hands roaming and gripping as tight as possible. Sweaty bodies flush with choked moans filling the bedroom.

It was the source of why things ended so quickly. Cassie trembling beneath you and your cock twitching around the vice grip of her velvet walls. Sweeping a few strands of hair from your face, you placed a firm hand on her stomach and slowly pulled out. Hearing the girl whimper and whine. “Good girl.”

Cassie lay there, catching her breath as you disappeared from her vision. She could hear the scuffling of clothes until the weight beside her sunk with the sight of you pulling your jeans up. A wandering hand grabbed your arm. You looked back at her for a moment, but ripped her hand off of you, making her frown. “What’s wrong?” She mumbled, sitting up on her elbows.

“If you thought this was up making up for your idiocy, then you’re sadly mistaken, Cassie,” you stated. “I mean, I knew you were fucking clueless sometimes, but you are breaking the world record.”

The hurtful comments made Cassie purse her lips, looking away from you.

“Oh, and Cassie?” The blonde sniffled, turning her head and watching you stand from the edge of the bed and straighten your shirt out. A devilish grin etched on your lips as you shrugged. “You deserve to be lied to, but I’ll spare surprising you.” Placing your hands on the frame at the foot of the bed, you shook your head. “I cannot wait to see him tear you into pieces.”

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muiitoloko · 2 months

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Love?

Summary: Is there love in your marriage? You would say no, not when your husband is the cruel Judge Turpin. But in some moments, no matter how brief, you think there is love.

Pairing: Judge Turpin × Fem!Reader

Warnings: Pregnancy, motion sickness, pregnant sex, possessive.

Author's Notes: In this particular scene, I decided to give Judge Turpin a break from his usual villainy and lighten him up a bit. After all, even evil characters deserve a day off for being too cruel, right? Let's sprinkle some love into the mix! But not so much of course, he is Judge Turpin after all.

First, Second, Third, Fourth, Fifth, Sixth and Seventh part here.

The dim light of the bedroom cast shadows across the opulent furnishings as you shifted uncomfortably in bed, your swollen belly aching with the weight of your unborn child. Turpin lay beside you, his breathing steady and deep, oblivious to the discomfort plaguing you. You knew better than to disturb his rest unless absolutely necessary; the consequences of such an action would be severe.

It was late, far past the hour when you should have been sleeping, but your little one seemed determined to make their presence known. You couldn't help but marvel at their strength, even as their movements landed painful blows to your ribs.

But you couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for the little one growing inside you. Despite the hardships and uncertainties that lay ahead, you were determined to protect them, to shield them from the darkness that surrounded you both.

You stroked your belly gently, whispering soothing words to your unborn baby, urging them to calm down so you could get some much-needed rest, but despite your efforts, the kicks continued as if the little one was determined to make their presence known.

"Shh, my little one," you murmured, your voice a gentle murmur in the quiet of the room. "It's time to sleep now. Mommy needs her rest."

But still, the baby persisted, their movements causing you discomfort as you tried in vain to settle them. Frustration welled up within you, mingled with a sense of helplessness as you struggled to ease their restlessness.

Suddenly, you hesitated, glancing at your husband's hand resting on the pillow beside you. Turpin lay there, his breathing steady and deep, seemingly unaware of the turmoil raging within you and the unborn child. But something in his expression, the slight twitch of his lips, betrayed the facade of sleep.

With a hesitant breath, you reached out, gently taking his hand in yours and placing it on your swollen belly. "This is daddy's hand, little one," you whispered, your voice barely above a murmur. "Can you feel it? Daddy's here with us."

Turpin's eyes fluttered open, one eye half-closed as he feigned sleep, but a small smile played at the corners of his lips. He watched you, his gaze softened by the tenderness of the moment, a flicker of something resembling warmth in his otherwise stern countenance.

"Be quiet now," he murmured, his voice hoarse with sleep, yet filled with a surprising tenderness. "It's time to rest, both of you."

To your surprise, the unborn baby seemed to respond to Turpin's voice, their movements gradually subsiding until all was calm once more. Turpin kept his hand on your belly, his touch gentle yet possessive, as if silently claiming his place as father to the child growing within you.

You smiled, a sense of peace washing over you as you nestled closer to Turpin, his presence a comforting anchor in the darkness of the night. And as sleep finally claimed you, you couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope for the future, a future where perhaps, just perhaps, there was room for love and redemption amidst the shadows of the past.

As the first light of dawn filtered through the curtains, you awoke with a start, the remnants of your troubled dreams fading into the recesses of your mind. But as you attempted to push yourself up from the bed, a wave of nausea washed over you, forcing you back down with a groan.

Turpin, still clad in his judicial robes, glanced over at you briefly before turning his attention back to the task at hand. "I trust you'll be able to manage on your own this morning," he remarked, his tone devoid of any warmth or concern.

You nodded weakly, the bitter taste of disappointment lingering on your tongue. "Of course, Richard," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. "I'll be fine."

With a dismissive nod, Turpin made his way towards the door, his footsteps echoing in the silence of the room. You watched him go, a sense of resentment bubbling up within you as he left you alone to contend with your illness.

But just as he reached the threshold, Turpin paused, his hand lingering on the doorknob as he turned to face you once more. "The maids have been instructed to take care of you," he stated matter-of-factly, his expression unreadable. "They will bring you some herbs to ease your nausea."

For a moment, hope flickered within you, the prospect of relief from your discomfort a welcome respite amidst the turmoil of your thoughts. "Thank you, Richard," you murmured, your voice tinged with gratitude.

But as Turpin met your gaze, his eyes cold and calculating, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of unease. "Don't mistake this for kindness, my dear," he replied, his tone laced with thinly veiled contempt. "It's simply a matter of practicality. We can't have you falling ill at such a crucial time."

With that, he swept out of the room, leaving you alone once more with your thoughts and the ever-present ache in your heart. As the maids bustled about, attending to your needs, you couldn't help but wonder why fate had chosen to bind you to such a ruthless and cruel man.

"Why did you have to marry such a man?" you whispered to yourself, your voice barely a breath in the silence of the room. "What did you do to deserve this?"

But as the maids offered you a comforting smile and a steaming cup of herbal tea, you pushed aside your doubts and fears, determined to endure whatever hardships lay ahead. For the sake of your family, you would weather this storm, clinging to the faint hope that someday, somehow, things would be different.

And as you sipped the tea, the warmth spreading through you like a comforting embrace, you allowed yourself to believe, if only for a moment, that perhaps there was still some goodness left in the world. Even if it resided in the smallest of gestures, like a cup of tea offered in a time of need.

As you finished your morning preparations and descended the grand staircase, the maids scurried about, attending to their tasks with practiced efficiency. You greeted them with a polite nod, acknowledging their presence with a small smile before turning your attention to your duties.

But just as you were about to make your way towards the kitchen, one of the maids approached you, her expression hesitant yet determined. "Excuse me, madam," she began, her voice barely above a whisper. "The Professor has arrived. He's waiting for you in the study."

You blinked in surprise at the mention of the Professor, a faint glimmer of hope shining within you at the prospect of your classes resuming. Despite Turpin's initial reluctance, he eventually relented, agreeing to allow his classes to resume with the teacher he had hired to teach him how to read and write.

You were a humble peasant, plucked from obscurity by Judge Turpin himself, who had promised to help your family financially in exchange for your hand in marriage. Desperate to provide for your loved ones, you had accepted his offer without hesitation, willing to do whatever it took to secure a better future for them.

But as time passed, you began to realize the true nature of the man you had married—a cruel and insensitive tyrant who saw you as nothing more than a pawn in his quest for power and dominance. You couldn't understand why he had chosen you in the first place; you were not from high society, you had no dowry for marriage, and you lacked the education and refinement expected of a judge's wife.

Yet, despite your shortcomings, Turpin had seen fit to provide for you, hiring a Professor to teach you the skills you so desperately lacked. At first, you had viewed his gesture as a loving and kind one, a sign of his devotion to you.

But when Turpin had grunted in disdain at the thought of having a "stupid, illiterate wife" to educate his offspring, the illusion had shattered, leaving you feeling even more isolated and alone in your own home.

Pushing aside your thoughts, you nodded to the maid, a sense of determination rising within you. "Thank you," you murmured, your voice tinged with gratitude. "Please inform the Professor that I'll be with him shortly."

With that, you made your way towards the study, your heart pounding with anticipation as you prepared to resume your lessons. As you entered the room, the young professor rose from his seat, a warm smile lighting up his face at the sight of you.

"Good morning, madam," he greeted, his voice gentle and kind. "I trust you're ready to continue our studies?"

You returned his smile, taking a seat at the table as he began to unpack his materials. "Yes, Professor," you replied, your voice filled with determination. "I'm eager to learn."

And so, as the young professor began to teach you the ins and outs of reading and writing, you dove into the classes, determined to make the most of this opportunity. With every minute that passed, you made steady progress, and your confidence grew as you learned to decipher the letters and words in front of you.

As the Professor paused in his lesson, noticing the subtle movements of your belly, he couldn't help but inquire about your pregnancy. His curiosity was evident in his eyes as he glanced at your swollen belly, a mixture of awe and intrigue coloring his expression.

"Forgive me for asking, madam," he began hesitantly, "but I couldn't help but notice... Are you expecting?"

You nodded, a faint smile playing at the corners of your lips as you placed a hand on your belly. "Well, that's a little obvious, but yes," you replied softly, your voice filled with a mixture of pride and anticipation. "I'm carrying Judge Turpin's child."

The Professor's eyes widened in surprise, his gaze shifting between you and your belly as if trying to comprehend the reality of the situation. "Congratulations," he murmured, his tone filled with genuine warmth. "That's truly wonderful news."

As he spoke, the young professor hesitated, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his features. "I hope you don't mind me asking, but... May I... touch your belly? Feel the baby?"

You hesitated for a moment, taken aback by his request, but ultimately, you saw no harm in it. With a nod, you allowed the Professor to place his hand on your belly, guiding his touch to where you felt the baby's kicks most strongly.

At first, the Professor's touch was tentative, his fingers grazing lightly over your swollen belly as if afraid to disturb the delicate balance within. But as he felt the gentle movements of the baby beneath his hand, a sense of wonder filled his expression, his eyes widening with awe.

"It's... incredible," he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper. "I've never felt anything like it before."

You smiled, a sense of warmth spreading through you at the Professor's genuine awe and wonder. "It truly is," you agreed softly, your hand resting atop his as you felt the baby squirming beneath your skin.

But just as the moment stretched on, the door to the study swung open with a loud creak, and Judge Turpin entered, his expression darkening as he took in the scene before him. His eyes narrowed as he glared at the Professor, his voice dripping with thinly veiled anger.

"What is the meaning of this?" he demanded, his baritone voice cutting through the tension in the room. "Why is this man touching what belongs to me?"

The Professor recoiled, his hand pulling away from your belly as if burned by Turpin's words. He stumbled to his feet, his eyes wide with fear as he backed away from the imposing figure of the judge.

"I-I-I'm sorry, Your Honor," he stammered, his voice trembling with fear. "I-I didn't mean any harm, I swear."

Turpin's gaze remained fixed on the younger man, his expression unreadable as he assessed the situation before him. With a dismissive wave of his hand, he gestured towards the door, his tone cold and commanding.

"Leave," he ordered, his voice leaving no room for argument. "The lesson is over for today."

The Professor wasted no time in obeying, practically fleeing from the room as if afraid that Turpin's wrath might fall upon him at any moment. As the door swung shut behind him, Turpin turned his attention back to you, his eyes dark with anger.

"How dare you allow another man to touch you in such a familiar manner?" he growled, his voice low and menacing. "Do you have any idea what you've done?"

You swallowed hard, the weight of Turpin's anger pressing down on you like a leaden weight. "I-I'm sorry, Richard," you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't mean to upset you."

Your husband approached you with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine. His fury is palpable, his eyes blazing with an unsettling mix of anger and suspicion.

"Cheating on me, are you?" He's voice is low and menacing, his baritone rumbling with barely contained rage as he grabs the arms of the chair you're still seated in, keeping you trapped there.

You shake your head frantically, your heart pounding in your chest as you struggle to find the right words to appease him. "N-no, Richard," you stammer, your voice trembling with fear. "I would never... I swear, I would never betray you."

But Turpin pays no heed to your protestations, his grip on the chair tightening as he leans in closer, his hooked nose almost touching yours. "Don't lie to me," he hisses, his breath hot against your skin. "I know what I saw."

You swallow hard, the lump in your throat making it difficult to speak as Turpin's anger consumes him. "Please, Richard," you plead, tears welling up in your eyes. "I would never do anything to hurt you."

But Turpin's fury only seems to escalate, his grip on the chair tightening painfully as he pulls you out of it with a rough tug, causing you to cry out in pain. Ignoring your protests, he orders you to keep your hands on the wall and open your legs, his voice commanding and authoritative.

Trembling with fear, you obey his instructions, your hands shaking as you press them against the cold surface of the wall. Turpin steps closer, his gaze dark and predatory as he looms over you, his expression unreadable.

"Open your legs," he commands, his voice low and commanding. "Let me see if you've been sullied by that wretch."

With a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach, you comply, your heart hammering in your chest as Turpin pulls up your dress, exposing your trembling form to his scrutiny. His hand snakes inside your panties, his touch rough and invasive as he feels your skin, searching for any sign of betrayal.

But as his fingers probe your most intimate places, he finds nothing but dryness, a fact that seems to please him immensely. "So, the Professor didn't do anything for you," he murmurs, a twisted smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Good."

You bite back a cry of pain as Turpin lets go of your dress and grips your hair tightly, his fingers digging into your scalp with blunt force. “Remember who you belong to,” he growls, his voice full of possessiveness. "You are mine, and mine alone."

He lets go of your hair, ordering you to keep your dress up and you obediently do so, feeling a mix of fear and anticipation running through you. His body shakes with apprehension as Turpin unbuttons his own pants, his movements deliberate and controlled. He moves your panties to the side, his touch sending shivers down your spine as he slowly penetrates you.

You gasp as he enters you, the sensation familiar but painful. Despite being accustomed to his size, Turpin's girth still stretches you to the limit, causing you to wince as he pushes himself completely inside you. His hand rests on your belly, feeling the kicks of his unborn child beneath his palm.

"Quiet now," Turpin grunts, his voice low and commanding as he addresses the baby. "Daddy is teaching mommy a lesson."

His words send a thrill of fear and excitement through you, your body responding to his authoritative tone. Turpin's voice works wonders in your ear, its low, almost husky quality sending shivers of pleasure down your spine.

"You belong to me," he murmurs against your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "Remember that."

You nod frantically, your mind clouded with desire as Turpin's words wash over you. Despite the pain and discomfort, there's a part of you that revels in the intensity of the moment, the forbidden thrill of submitting to Turpin's desires.

As he moves inside you, with deliberate movements, you cling to him desperately, your nails digging into his arm on your stomach as you seek release. Turpin’s grip tightens on your hips, his thrusts getting harder and harder as he brings you both to the edge of pleasure.

"Say my name," he commands, his voice a low growl in your ear. "Say it."

"Richard," you gasp, the word falling from your lips like a prayer as ecstasy washes over you, consuming you completely.

Turpin smiles contentedly against your ear, his grip on your hips never faltering as he continues to move within you. "That's it, my dear," he murmurs, his voice filled with satisfaction. "You're mine."

And as you surrender yourself to him completely, lost in the throes of passion, you can't help but wonder if perhaps, just perhaps, there's a twisted kind of love hidden amidst the darkness of your shared desires

You reach your climax, a wave of pleasure washing over you, sending you spiraling into ecstasy. You moan Turpin’s name, your body shaking with the intensity of your release. Your Husband follows soon after, your own climax echoing his as he holds your belly, the weight of your child a constant reminder of the life growing inside you.

As you both catch your breath, Turpin carefully guides you to the chair, his touch surprisingly gentle as he helps you settle into a comfortable position. You hesitate before questioning why he came home early, sensing a strange shift in his demeanor.

"Richard, why are you home so early?" you ask, your voice tentative as you search his face for any sign of explanation.

Turpin seems to hesitate for a moment, his gaze flickering away from yours as if avoiding your scrutiny. "It doesn't matter," he replies curtly, his tone clipped and dismissive.

The silence stretches between you, fraught with unspoken tension as you struggle to make sense of Turpin's sudden change in behavior. He seems different somehow, his usually stern countenance softened by a hint of shyness you've never seen before.

But you dare not speak such thoughts aloud, fearing Turpin's wrath if you were to question him further. Instead, you nod meekly, apologizing once again for allowing the Professor to touch your belly.

And Turpin's expression turns stoic again as he settles behind his desk, eyes fixed on you with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. "What was the professor teaching you today?" he questions, his voice rough and demanding.

You push the book that was on the table towards him, explaining that you were practicing reading. Your husband nods once, telling you to go ahead and read it out loud, his tone leaving no room for argument.

But you hesitate, feeling a wave of nervousness wash over you as you try to focus on the words in front of you. And when you stumble across a particularly difficult passage, Turpin's patience runs out and he growls in frustration, urging you to read faster.

You obey, stumbling over the words as you struggle to make sense of them. And he watches you intently, his gaze unwavering as he admires your beauty and obedience.

Lost in thought, Turpin's gaze lingers on you, his mind drifting back to the first time he saw you, a mere peasant girl from a humble village. It was a chance encounter, the carriage wheel of his lavish carriage breaking down as he passed through your village.

And as he waited impatiently for his servants to fix the wheel, he caught sight of you, surrounded by your sisters, laughing and chatting as you made your way to the nearby lake to wash clothes. Even in your simple attire, you exuded a natural beauty and grace that captivated Turpin from the moment he laid eyes on you.

He watched you from afar, his heart stirring with emotions he couldn't quite comprehend. In that moment, amidst the chaos of the broken carriage and the bustling village, Turpin felt something he hadn't experienced in years—a spark of genuine affection and longing.

And now, as he watches you struggle with your reading lesson, the memory of that fateful day comes rushing back to him, filling him with a sense of nostalgia and longing. He scratches his beard absentmindedly, lost in thought as he considers the depth of his feelings for you.

"Richard?" your voice interrupts his reverie, pulling him back to the present moment. "Is everything all right?"

Turpin blinks, his gaze refocusing on you as he offers a tight-lipped smile. "Yes, everything is fine," he assures you, though his tone lacks its usual conviction. "I was merely lost in thought."

You nod, though a flicker of concern crosses your features. "If there's anything on your mind, Richard, you can always talk to me," you offer softly, your eyes searching his for any sign of vulnerability.

For a moment, he hesitates, his usual stoicism faltering as he considers confiding in you. But then, with a shake of his head, he pushes aside his doubts and fears, burying them beneath a mask of composure.

"There's nothing to discuss," he replies, his tone firm and authoritative. "Now, let us continue with your lesson. We have much ground to cover."

As you continue reading, the words flowing effortlessly from your lips, Turpin's eyes drift shut, enveloped in the soothing cadence of your voice. He listens intently, every word resonating within him like a melody, stirring emotions he's long tried to suppress.

Despite his best efforts to maintain his composure, Turpin can't shake the feeling of longing that grips him whenever he's near you. It's a sensation he can't quite understand—a mixture of desire, obsession, and perhaps, dare he admit it, love.

But love is a dangerous territory for a man like Judge Turpin, a man hardened by years of cruelty and betrayal. He knows the pain of vulnerability all too well, having been burned by it in the past. And so, he guards his heart fiercely, unwilling to let anyone get too close.

Yet, despite his resolve, he can't deny the pull you have on him, the way you seem to effortlessly chip away at the walls he's built around himself. Your kindness, your innocence—it's both infuriating and intoxicating, a potent combination that leaves he feeling more conflicted than ever.

As you stumble over a word, Turpin's eyes snap open, his keen gaze fixing on you with intensity. "That's not quite right," he interjects. "It's pronounced 'effervescent,' not 'efferversent.'"

You smile up at him, that same bright smile that captured his heart from the moment he first laid eyes on you, and something within Turpin stirs.

"Thank you, Richard," you say, your voice soft and earnest. "I couldn't do this without you."

Turpin's chest tightens at your words, a pang of guilt gnawing at him from within. He knows he should push you away, keep you at arm's length to protect himself from the vulnerability he so fears. But in that moment, all he wants is to pull you close, to hold you in his arms and never let you go.

Yet, he knows he can't. Not after what happened with Johanna—not after she ran away with that wretched sailor, leaving Turpin alone and betrayed. The memory of her betrayal still haunts him, a constant reminder of the dangers of trusting others.

So, he tightens his grip on the chair, steeling himself against the torrent of emotions threatening to overwhelm him. He forces himself to focus on the task at hand, to bury his feelings beneath a mask of indifference.

But as you continue reading, your voice a soothing balm to his troubled soul, Turpin can't help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, there's a chance for redemption. If perhaps, in the warmth of your presence, he can find the courage to let go of the past and embrace the possibility of a brighter future.

But for now, he pushes those thoughts aside, choosing instead to lose himself in the comfort of your company, if only for a fleeting moment. And as you smile up at him, your eyes filled with trust and affection, Turpin allows himself to believe, if only for a moment, that maybe, just maybe, there's hope for him yet.

#judge turpin x reader #judge turpin #alan rickman #alan rickman x reader #sweeney todd

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fandomnerd9602 · 2 months

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Everyone tries practicing chest compressions on Y/N…

Webb: okay Julia your turn

Julia straddles Y/N’s hips and begins doing chest compressions…

Julia: I think it’s working

Y/N: Web, why are you using me as a test dummy?

Julia pushes down harder, causing her lift up and down briefly…

Web: because I know the future and I had to find some way to set you two up

Web laughs as Julia and Y/N both blush profusely..

#marvel #marvel imagine #marvel fluff #mcu #mcu imagine #mcu fandom #marvel incorrect quotes #incorrect marvel quotes #madame web movie #madame web #julia cornwall #julia carpenter #spider woman #spider women #spider woman x reader #sydney sweeney #spider society

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bradpittwh0re · 9 months

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faceclaim: sydney sweeney

pairings: brad pitt x actress!reader

warnings:fluff , lovers to exes to hopefully lovers again

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theteaonbrad it looks like from inside sources that brad pitt and y/n l/n has decided to call it quicks after dating for 2 years , tmz reports

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y/nfan61 i literally just screamed "WHAT THE HELL" out loud

y/n+bradfan84 and our delusional ass thought they were going to announce an engagement soon

pittfan24 we were really in a delusional era

y/nfan12 SAY SIKE PLEASE SAY SIKE

bradstan04 swear didnt he just get her name tattooed!!!

y/nfan23 i guess it didnt mean that much for him

y/nstan452 can you guys stop speculating about a relationship your not in

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yourinstagram new campaign @miumiu the wander bag

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y/nfan34 so its just business as usual babes

y/nstan74 she is not going to address nothing

y/nfan02 the face card never declines

jacobelordi 😭

cassiedefender ariana what you doing here ?

bradfan04 omg its true brad is always the first one to like her pictures but now he has not liked it at all

y/nfan88 she is the miu miu it girl

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euphoria y/n stuns in custom miu miu at l.a euphoria premiere

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y/nfan01 we are so proud of you y/n

y/nfan02 she has the post breakup glow to her

pittfan24 nooo i miss her and brad together

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y/nstan82 dont really know if they're friends or dating but i kinda ship it

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tmz brad spotted out and about in l.a the same time as y/n's premiere , accident or intentional ???

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hater87 damn he really let himself go

pittstan62 and still looks better than you on your best day

bradfan42 himbo brad conformed

pittfan24 omg not all their close friends but y/n , she must have done something

bradfan36 stop guessing its literally none of our business

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deadline after production was halted in late year it is now confirmed that the film "Anyone But You" will start up filming again next month in Australia

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y/nfan87 well this will be so awkward

y/nfan52 and its a romcom 🥰

bradstan45 jacob is probably on the floor somewhere

pittfan24 BRADY/N SUPREMACY

y/nfan04 I need this to bring them back together

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author note -gonna make a part 2 for this later and send more requests

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marvelobsessed134 · 3 months

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In her web

A/n: I know the movie isn’t out yet but idc. Also expect some inaccuracies cause again, the movie isn’t out yet.

Pairings: Julia Cornwall x Fem!Reader

Warnings: smut, daddy kink, top!Julia, bottom!reader, g!p Julia, rough sex, breeding kink, choking, degradation.

You were just washing up some dishes when you heard a loud thump on the floor of your apartment. You knew your girlfriend was home. Julia usually patrols pretty late at night but this time it’s only 11 when she arrives home.

You decided to finish off the rest of the dishes when you felt her press against you, feeling something hard against your ass.

“Hi baby.” She smiled, kissing your neck. You moaned softly, your core heating up. “Hi.” You giggled.

“Oh baby I’ve been wanting you all day. Think you could help me out a bit?” She asked and you moaned in response as she grinded her bulge against your ass.

“Yes…daddy. Anything for you.” You replied.

“Good girl, come to the bedroom with me.”

You were now on your knees looking up at your girlfriend. Her suit was now gone and she stood there naked with her cock sprung to life, pre cum dripping from the tip.

“Go ahead baby, suck daddy’s cock.” You complied, wrapping your lips around the head and slowly pushing your way down. Julia gripped your hair as you began to suck her off, feeling her at the back of your throat. You choked and tried to take her dick out of your mouth but she kept you there, holding your head in place.

Finally, she pulled you off her, pulling your hair so you had to forcefully look up at her.

“Such a good cocksucker for daddy. On your feet now.” You got up and stood, before she pressed her lips roughly against yours. The two of you passionately made out till you were laying flat down on the bed.

“Gonna look so good full of my cum.” She groaned, sliding into your tight wet hole. She began to thrust, gripping your hips as she did so.

“Oh god daddy!” You moaned.

“Yeah? You like that? Such a slut for me.” Julia moaned, rolling her eyes back as you clenched around her.

Knowing you were close, she sped up her pace, gripping your throat with a firm grip as she repeatedly hit your spot.

“Oh Julia!” You screamed as you came, she didn’t even care or notice you not calling her the correct name because she was cumming to, spilling her load deep inside you.

The redhead collapsed on top of you, “Fuck baby, that was so good.”

You kissed her lips and said, “Yeah, it was.”

#madame web x reader #madame web #spider woman #julia cornwall x reader #julia carpenter x reader #idk what’s her real name #sydney sweeney #sydney sweeney x reader

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reareaotaku · 7 months

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Yandere! Sweeney Todd Headcanons

[TW: I've never watched this movie, so sorry if it's OOC or something. I tried my best]

Always scared he's going to lose you

He is very obsessive and possessive of you

He has to know what you're doing, when you're doing it, where at, with who, why that guy? and so on and on

For a violent murder, he's very soft with you

He treats you like glass. He's scared he's going to break you

He does have his moments where he loses his temper [Usually when he's jealous]

While he's not violent towards you, he will be violent towards the person who was hitting on you and boy does it get bloody

He wants to be vulnerable with you, but he's scared

He's very loving with you. Holding you in his arms, singing to you softly, combing through your hair with his fingers, caressing your face

This man is filled with so much rage and if you ever try and get one over on him, you'll see his anger

He does not know how to properly and healthy grieve and you figure that out pretty fast. Death is something he doesn't show emotions towards, unless it's someone he loves

He thinks about locking you up, in fear of you leaving him or being taken away

He has a creepy melody he hums at night and it freaks the fuck out of you

He loves brushing your hair. It calms him down, especially when he's high-strung. He'll hum while he does it [That same creepy melody he hums at night] and you get scaringly still in fear he might grab the sharp razor on the dresser and slit your throat

You've seen the things he's done to people he hates, so you try and stay on his good side. You try and keep him happy, and it makes him sad when he realizes you're scared of him. Don't you know he'll never hurt you?

You don't ever say no to him

He hates what he sees when looking in your eyes. He can see his reflection and all the emotions in your soul. He doesn't want you to fear him, he wants you to love him

But maybe it's a good thing you're scared of him because it ensures, you'll never leave or cheat on him

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multi-fandom-enjoyer · 5 months

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You were walking down a city street in the middle of the night, heading to your girlfriend's apartment. Suddenly, you felt someone press a gun to the back of your head.

Robber: Alright, kid. Give me all you've got. I want your money, not your life.

You were about to hand him your wallet, but you heard him yell, followed by a loud thud.

When you turned around, you saw him unconscious and tied up with webs.

There was also a woman in a black spider suit hanging upside down from a web.

Spider-Woman: You alright, handsome?

Y/n: Yes. T-thank you.

You blushed and stuttered at the compliment before noticing that she looked familiar.

Y/n: Wait a minute.

You looked closer at her, mainly at her eyes.

Y/n: Julia?

She pulled off her mask.

Julia: How did you know?

Y/n: We've been dating for a year. I'd recognize those eyes anywhere.

She blushed and pulled you in for an upside down kiss. She then pulled away with a smirk on her face.

Julia: You want a lift home?

You nodded your head, which led her to picking you up and swinging you both home.

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myveryownfanfiction · 6 months

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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

warnings: swearing, mention of blood, mention of murder

I waited for the thud before opening the door and slipping in. Sweeney looked up when the door closed. He smirked at me before sending the body down into the kitchens.

“one down one to go.” He said off handedly. I smiled at him as I walked over, grabbing his jacket on my way over. “The judge will be here soon. Once he realizes that the beadle won’t return.” I nodded.

“And honestly the man is beyond clueless without the beadle. Quite stupid for a judge if we’re being honest.” I responded. Holding out the jacket, I helped Sweeney put it on and this cover up the blood stain that covered his sleeve. “When do you want me to get Johanna?” Sweeney turned around and cupped my chin.

“after the judge is dead. Bring her back here.” He said, eyes roaming my face. I nodded as much as I could. “Perhaps we should take out mrs. Lovett and Toby first. Antony will also be looking for her.”

“we do away with the others. Then we send word to Antony that Johanna is here. All done up nice and pretty like.” I confirmed. Sweeney nodded before leaning in to kiss me. His grip on my chin tightened.

“and then the four of us can leave.” He whispered as he pulled away. “Go to America. Start over.” I nodded.

“sounds like a plan mr. Todd.” I smiled at him and he smiled back.

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hotpinkboots · 6 months

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~𝕭𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖝 𝕷𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊 x Fem!Reader (Mini-Oneshot)~

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I'm practically asleep right now, but my brain is absolutely demanding that I write something for Trixie (Bellatrix). Bellatrix requests will be immediately accepted and written asap 🤝

Summary: Bellatrix cages you against herself and the wall behind you, taunting and sneering at you. She finds disgusting pleasure in seeing you so afraid of her.

Warning(s): Yandere behavior, holding (Y/N) in place against her will, a bit of Bellatrix's tongue, (Y/N) in terror, ect.

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"Keep still, pet!" Bellatrix breathed out a chuckle, fingers wrapped firmly around your throat to force you to stare at her. Her breath was warm and heavy, it gently blew the black curls that fell over her dark eyes into your face. You could feel whisps of her hair tickling your cheek, unkempt nails digging into your neck, and the low rasp of her breathing.

How would you ever escape? Surely your friends would come back for you. Perhaps they were getting help right now. Perhaps help was already on the way!

...

Perhaps they wouldn't make it in time.

Bellatrix cackled at the sight of your expression. The corners of your lips trembled into a frown of terror that you could not hide, no matter how brave you tried to be. Your brows were furrowed, eyes glossy with tears, and you were practically holding your breath to keep yourself from sobbing. But to your despair, it only made you give a desperate hiccup.

She began to pout mockingly at you, batting her eyes and sticking her bottom lip out. "Ohhh, poor baby..." Bellatrix drew her words out to taunt you, hopefully to even make you cry harder.

When tears began to dampen your lashes, Bellatrix thrived off of the sight. She waited until a warm tear ran down your cheek, and when the time came, she roughly removed her hand from your throat. Bellatrix yanked you roughly by the hair to pull your head to the right, the force she used making your neck ache painfully.

"Look at me, pet~ Pretty, pretty pet. Stupid, helpless little pet! AHAHAHA!" Bellatrix cheered in sick joy. Her excitement faded into an intense closed mouth half smile, and she leaned closer to intimidated you further. She then smirked, her eyes going half lidded. Bellatrix looked smug, proud of herself for bringing you down into a black void of pure silent panic.

"Look at me." She repeated harshly. Your eyes were locked on her in pure horror as she slowly let her tongue slither out like a snake from between her teeth, holding you by the scalp to keep you still whilst she leaned in and dragged her wet, hot tongue up your cheek to lap at your salty tears.

"Silly girl..." Sneered Bellatrix. One hand stayed locked firmly in your hair, while the other had her wand in it. Bellatrix held it under your chin, pressing the tip of her pointed wand into your soft flesh. Bellatrix's fluffy hair draped thickly over your shoulder and eyes when she leaned closer, her lips at your ear.

"What a pity...You seemed so brave when I first saw you. And just look at you, now. Pathetic and afraid, aren't you? I'm disappointed." Bellatrix pulled her lips away from your ear to grin derisively at you once more. She blinked slowly, her eyes drifting away from you, pretending to look as though she was thinking about releasing you. But the moment you relaxed a single muscle in your neck, she snapped her gaze back to you once more and gripped you even harder.

"Poor thing. Seems a downright shame, really." Bellatrix jeered sarcastically.

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~Love, PinkBoots

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