#and like obviously he's an asshole so like yeah why would people be nice to him if he's such a dick

[stellarspecter]

okay i don't know if the hyperfixation will hold long enough for me to actually write this but au where everything is the same but the waylon house is just a bit more structurally sound. max doesn't die and is like 'thanks for this guys, is that the whole party or?' and everyone just sort of looks at each other like. well we don't want to anger him so what can we say but yes. and so the nerds and max end up hanging out for a night in the waylon house and the worst thing that happens is grace chastity is tempted to have a beer for the first time (she doesn't though. but with max offering it's very hard for her to refuse. or focus lol) max keeps giving them weird backhanded compliments like 'wow you guys are way cooler than you look, how'd that happen' which is not the best but it's way better than being beat up for daring to be in his line of sight, so they'll take it.

so they all hang out for the night, max is like weirdly chill and friendly, eventually he leaves and they're left standing outside the waylon house like. ?? what the fuck??? did we just befriend max jagerman???? the nerds are still apprehensive considering pete still has a black eye, grace is still boiling with religious zeal and repressed lust, and steph still doesn't really like him, but they can't help but remember how he said that trying to prank him was the nicest thing someone's ever done for him. and that just can't be true, considering he's literally the star quarterback and the main character of hatchetfield high, but.... the fact that he felt like it enough says a lot, doesn't it?

so they decide to leave the prank footage to gather dust and figure this was probably the best outcome they could have hoped for. who knows what they'll walk into at school tomorrow? maybe max will become a friend.

#and he does :) #nerdy prudes must die #npmd spoilers #npmd #i just. the brainworms. they're in me #if anything it would just be a oneshot i'm not trying to rewrite the show or anything #but like yeah max joins the friend group :) #do you ever think about how genuinely touched he was that they basically made him his own haunted house? #that shit was exposure therapy and they didn't even know it #and like dear god 'this is the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me'??? lines to go crazy about forever!!!! #bc like he's popular he's a star everyone knows him but no one's nice to him? do we know anything about his family? #and like obviously he's an asshole so like yeah why would people be nice to him if he's such a dick #but like.... consider this: babygirl #he was really endearing in that minute between being pranked and dying ok? #he was like a totally different person the minute the social pressure was gone #ok ok enough tag rambling. if enough people want this i will actually write it #*speaks

[evilminji]

"DO BETTER!" Says Now Televised Fanboy

He, Dash Baxter is a Phan-Stan!! It's kinda his thing. See, he's a fancy ass talk show host now. Married Paulie, moved out of Amity, actually DID something with his life. His parents? Did not approve. Long n short of it? He got kicked out.

Paulie's parents were PISSED.

Retaliated by giving him all the help he needed getting EVERY scholarship he qualified for. He went to a really nice college. Missed his girlfriend like mad. But she was off in Metropolis, terrifying weaker men. Conquering the fashion scene.

And SOMEHOW? Thanks to that long talk he had with Phantom (*incoherent fanboy gibbering noises* SO COOL!) he's worked to be... more of a LEADER, you know? Less of an asshole. Cause he's popular. People copy him. He can't be an asshole.

So, somehow, when he's punching out some try-hard that thinks he's hot shit for bullying a Nerd? He and the nerd get talking, right? Cause the guy got his glasses completely fucked up. And it's what Phantom would do.

But GET THIS? Guy's never HEARD of Phantom! Is super curious, cause he runs a small time Hero's show on the web. And, Dude? Is it your LUCKY DAY! Cause you just met THE number 1 fan of Phantom, hands down!! He makes his VERY spirited case, about why Phantom is THE best Hero to ever have lived. And this guy?

Entranced.

In AWE.

Just straight up BEGS him to join his show. Cause apparently? He was BORN for it. Which? Yeah. He HAS been giving speechs to the team for YEARS now. And Talking at fan meet ups. Leading fan meet ups. Hosting parties... actually, now that he thinks about it? He DOES do a lot of public speaking? Huh.

But still, he's about to say "no", when?

Dude mentions? He'll get to talk about Phantom.

SOLD!

It. Blows. Up. Absolutely EVERYONE is in love with his pretty face, hot bod, and STRONG opinions. But they ALSO have no idea who Phantom is! Paulie! This is CRIMINAL! Horrifying! What is going ON!?

Some bullshit information black out, apparently. At least according to her... friendly Nemesis? The Goth Dweeb. Who's engaged, apparently? So good for her. Unsurprisingly, it's too the OTHER Dweebs, but still. Bout time she started planning to drag them to a court house. She's the only one with any spine in that group! If she waited for THEM to propose?

Not even as Ghosts, man.

They'd get distracted by shiny nerd shit and whimp out.

Still... a world where NO ONE knows how Awesome, Phantom is? Not on HIS watch!

So he works it in. To every segment. It becomes "his thing". Oh? Super man saved a kitten from a tree? Cute. Well PHANTOM saved a bus full of Ghost Puppies from a shady, rouge, Goverment agency. Do BETTER, Superman!

The Flash, who is a cheap knock-off and stole his name, took down an Ice Villian? Adorable! PHANTOM stopped a Rouge WINTER SPIRIT with the help of YETI WARRIORS then assisted in giving FREE medical care for anyone who needed it! Here's a picture of him making GHOST ICE SNOWMEN for small children! Do BETTER, Knock-off!

What's THAT you say? Wonder Woman fought a GOD in down town paris?

Excellent work Wonder Woman. Flawless as always. But YOU, god-boy, are a disappointment! All that power! And WHAT do you use it for? Are you even supposed to BE here?? PHANTOM uses his power to HELP people! Is awesome and knows TONS of better gods! You're just salty you didn't make the cut!

DO BETTER!

And obviously? No one believes him. There's no record of this "Phantom" guy. The pictures look fantastical and vaguely glitchy/glowy. Not quite right. They GOTTA be photo shopped. Manipulated somehow. But? As a shtick? A fake "perfect Superhero" is kinda funny and unique.

And it's one hell of Fake Hero!

A Dead Champion? Who fights gods and monsters? Rouge agencies? Sassy and tragic? With a mysterious past? Pretty cool! There's even an Offical Comic from some guy that went to the same high-school as Baxter!

Of course, as Baxter get more and more popular? The "meme" hero, Phantom, get more well known? People get more interested in where Dash grew up. You know, just a bored Google. Maybe see if the hero was based off a local legend or something. But... huh...

The Town website?

Weirdly? Sanitized.

Like... like aggressively sanitized. All smooth edges and no details. Very "move along, citizen". Ha ha... it's part of the joke right? They get it! They'll just look up local restaurants or som-....

Wait...

Hey, guuuuys?

Are you finding ANYTHING?

And! Nothing. And I do mean NOTHING! Triggers the "oh? Secrets???" Instincts of a Hacker, like finding a hard blank wall of "KEEP OUT". Especially when it's somewhere it rightfully shouldn't BE.

All it would take? Is ONE person, of decent skills and an account on Certain Forums, getting bored enough to Google the Dude On The TV(TM)? For the GIW's lil walls to come crashing down. Because yeah, you can stop ONE hacker. Even two. Probably five or six.

But how about thousands?

Hundreds of thousands?

From every time zone. Competing. Just to see what you HAVE and don't want them to see. Maybe they do something with it, maybe they don't. But fuck it, you're being RUDE and now they're CURIOUS. And THEN? Oh. Oh holy shit.

Not a meme.

Very real.

Not a joke.

The walls come crumbling down, down, down. Ripped apart by hundreds of hands. Emails sent to every sort of agency. The JLU line inundated with emergency tips. Not a joke. Not A Joke. Holy Shit, IT WASN'T A JOKE!

Phantom is REAL!

And there, on TV, stands the Man. The signal FINALLY breaching containment. Fighting off the invading God of the week. Built like statue, hair like an aurora borealis of white fire held almost delicately in place by a CROWN of ice, a suit made of void and starlight. Inhuman. Beyond human.

Here to help.

A laugh that crackles like ice and the snap of winter, rolls through the air like coming storms, rich and somehow warm. A smile that bares teeth, yet turns so KIND when he looks upon humanity, as though we are precious and worth fighting for. A living star.

A... a once living star.

And in the center of it all? Wearing his BESPOKE, custome made, Number 1 Phan full body outfit? That's right. Dash Baxter. Ha! You fuckers doubted him! Behold his blorbo and WEEP, ya fuckin casuals! The BESTEST of boys! The FINEST of Heros! Superman? Could NEVER.

And now? The weather!

@babbling-babull @nerdpoe @the-witchhunter @ailithnight @hypewinter @hdgnj @mutable-manifestation

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dc x dp #dcxdp #dc x dp prompt #dash baxter #dash on tv #Dash Phan AU

[patdkoala]

I Don't Hate You

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Warning: Angst, enemies to lovers, smut, nicknames (Doll and Charming), unprotected p in v, masturbation (Fem), Oral (Fem receiving)

I'm not entirely convinced that Bucky doesn't hate me.

His resting face is also his angry face. And he's always looking at me in that tone.

Like right now. He was just sitting there staring at me.

"What?" I asked while looking up at him.

"Nothing, just... thinking."

"About?"

"You wouldn't want to know."

Now what the fuck is that supposed to mean?

"Try me," I said to try and get something, anything, out of him.

"Don't push it, kid."

Oh, I hate it when he calls me that.

I grit my teeth. "Fine, don't tell me. I don't care anymore.

"Fine by me." His tone was sharp. He spoke with such anger towards me and I didn't know what I ever did to him.

Bucky is handsome, sure. He's tall and largely built. The metal arm alone scares away almost everyone.

But there is something about him that I find incredibly charming.

But in a stuck-up asshole Prince Charming way.

"Whatever, Charming," I sneered back at him.

Bucky scoffed when I called him that. "Charming?"

"Yeah, you know because you are a jerk like Prince Charming," I said as I got up from the couch and poured myself a drink.

"Hey, at least I own up to it. Unlike some people, who think they're God's gift to womankind," He said as I nearly killed him right then and there.

"I AM! Have you seen this ass? And my tits? These are fantastic. You just wish you were one of the many men I have that get to touch me."

"You're as shallow as a kiddie pool."

"Confident. I'm confident. Not my fault you cry when you look in the mirror."

He sighed and I could have sworn I saw a hint of a smile. "I don't know why I waste my time with you. I could find a rock with more personality than you."

I had had it with him. He is such an asshole.

"Why do you hate me?"

"I don't hate you. Hating you would mean I loved you at one point and grew to hate you. I can't stand you."

"Wow. Fantastic. How about I go outside and help you find a rock with a great personality?"

"Be my guest."

I set down my drink and walked towards the door. He was standing in front of it.

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me. What are you doing?"

"Getting a rock. What does it look like?"

"No you're not," He said in a stern tone.

"What are you saying?" I was so confused. First, he wants the rock. Now he doesn't.

"You're not going outside to find a rock," He said it but it felt like a demand.

"I'm not?"

"No. You are not."

"Are you asking me not to? Or telling me not to?"

"I'm telling you."

oh

My breath caught in my throat as he just stared at me. There he was. Again. Just staring at me.

"What is going on in that mind of yours?" I asked with actual curiosity.

"You really wanna know?" He asked as interest peaked in me.

I couldn't even speak I was so excited. I just nodded like a mindless bimbo.

He got closer only to whisper, "I'm trying to figure out why in the hell I haven't left you in the middle of the woods yet."

Asshole.

I pushed him back against the door but not in a flirty way. More of a shove before storming off.

He doesn't even flinch. He just glares at me as I storm off.

I go to my room to cool off. I obviously like him but he doesn't like me and I am just going to have to deal with it.

I decided to work out. I needed to get this fire out of my system. I blasted my music into my headphones as I started my routine.

The workout wasn't working. I needed to matters into my own hands. Or, hand.

I made sure my door was locked and when I did I saw Bucky in the living room doing push-ups. He was trying to cool off as well.

I am going to make his life very hard. Well, and something else.

I sat on my bed and slipped a hand into my shorts. I started off slow but then built up tension.

My fingers felt nice but they weren't him.

"Oh, Bucky~" I moaned quietly as I came.

That was when I heard the knock.

I got up and opened the door.

"I hope you didn't think I didn't hear anything."

"Oh, but I was intentionally being loud for you, Charming." I smiled as I raised an eyebrow.

He rolled his eyes. "Of course you were."

"Is there a problem?"

"Yes, actually."

"What is it now? Gonna tell me how much you hate me? How much you wish I was dead? Or maybe-" "I was just going to ask that you keep it down when you finger yourself."

"Seriously? That's it? No snide comments?"

"Don't temp me."

"Oh, but it's my favorite thing to do!" I whined.

He just stared at me. Again. So, I stared back. He turned around and walked away. I rolled my eyes and followed him.

"Do you seriously have to follow me everywhere?"

"No. But I just want you to tell me the truth." I said as I followed after him.

"What truth? That you're a pain in my ass? That I want nothing more than to ditch you?"

I was actually hurt this time. "Is that actually true?"

"Yes. Yes, it is."

"Because I need you to be very honest with me, Barnes. If that is really how you feel then I will just head out and you will never have to see me ever again."

"Fucking guilt-tripping. You're not gonna leave, and you know it."

"Watch me." I felt the fire inside me rise.

"Oh please, spare me. I know you. You wouldn't make it a week on your own."

I rolled my eyes. "And why is that? Why do you think I need you all the time?" I was practically screaming at him at this point.

"You are the most dependent person I have ever met. You would die without me."

I thought for a second. "No. No, I think it's the other way around. You'd die without me and you just don't want to admit it. I swear you are such an asshole."

"And I think you are in denial. That's why you cling to me so much because you hate being alone with yourself."

I scoff. "I think you are forgetting how okay I was with myself not too long ago in that bedroom in my own hands."

"Oh yes. I remember. You were so "okay" you were grunting and groaning for half an hour." He paused and took a breath. "You want the truth? I'll give it to you. Right now. You're a spoiled, ungrateful, whiny, little bitch," He said I was slightly taken aback but I didn't flinch.

"Oh, come on. Say it like you mean it." I roll my eyes one last time.

"You'll be back here in a day you useless piece of-"

"Save it. I'm leaving."

"Fine."

I went to my room and honest to God packed a bag.

I went back towards the front door and saw that Bucky hadn't moved. I lifted my hand to the handle. I was going so slow a snail could have stopped me.

I wanted Bucky to speak up and say something. Stop me from leaving. But he just stood there.

Then he cleared his throat.

"Oh, this should be good. What is it now?"

"Please... don't go..."

I was speechless.

"Give me one reason. One honest reason to stay," I finally spoke.

"Because..." he doesn't continue.

"Exactly. That's why I'm leaving. You only want to fight me when I'm here but you won't fight for me to stay."

"Don't go. Please," He said in a breathy sentence.

"Why?"

"Because I don't want you to go."

I didn't know what to say. He was just staring at me. Again. I swear to God this guy has got a problem.

Except this time he looked vulnerable.

Helpless.

Needy.

"Are you asking me to stay? Or telling me."

"I'm fucking begging you."

I dropped my bag and turned around so that I was standing closer to him. It was taking everything in me not to pounce on this man and rip his clothes off of him.

We were so close that I felt his breath hitch.

Say something God Damnit!

He didn't say a thing.

He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me into a kiss.

"I- I thought you hated me," I said in a breathless sentence.

"I do." He said as he brought his mouth to my neck.

I moaned as he touched me so feverly. I had never felt something like this before.

The passion. The rage. The fire.

He pulled me closer as if it was even fucking possible, and he started to kiss down my collarbone.

"Bedroom- the bedroom-" I stuttered out.

Bucky smiled in a way I had never seen before. He had mischief in his eyes. He picked me up and carried me to my room.

He put me on the bed and crawled on top of me.

Mother fucking Bucky Barnes was crawling on top of me.

He held our gaze as he removed my shorts and soaked panties.

He held our gaze as he moved to the edge of the bed and sunk his teeth into my inner thigh.

The only time he looked away was when his head was too far buried in my cunt to even notice his surroundings.

I tugged on his hair and tried to pull him closer. I was so close to coming and we were only on that bed for maybe 6 minutes.

"I know, Doll," He said as chills went down my spine.

I wanted more.

"Mhmmm," I moaned out at the empty feeling as he got off me and then he removed his shirt.

I sat up and ran a hand down his chest.

The muscles.

The scars.

The happy trail.

The sweat.

I wanted to lick him.

As my hand was gliding down his glistening chest, he removed his belt and pants.

He was so hard that part of him was poking out of his boxers.

"That looks painful," I said as he slowly pushed me back onto the bed.

"You have no idea what I have been going through all day today," He said as he pushed his knee between my legs to spread them apart.

"All day?" I questioned.

"When you asked me what was on my mind while I was staring at you from the couch. I was thinking about how hard my dick was and what it would feel like inside you," He said as he moved his boxers down just enough to get free.

I kissed him roughly and bit his bottom lip as he lowered himself into me softly so I could adjust to his size.

He then held onto one of my legs. "What-"

"I need to get a better angle." He said as I felt like I was splitting apart.

I moaned so loud as he started thrusting into me. Hard.

His hips snapped so fast and the whole bed shook.

He was the one grunting and groaning now.

"Oh, Bucky~" I moaned out again but this time with him inside me. Happily.

"No, use the nickname," He said as I smiled. "I did. Bucky-" He stuck a finger inside just to hit my clit.

"Charming!" I yelped out as felt myself getting closer and closer.

His hips started faltering and my legs were starting to tremble.

"I- 'm close Doll," Bucky moaned out as I sat up a little more so he could really get up in there.

"Me too, Charming," I said as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. I think I hit a nerve with that last one.

I moaned so loudly as I came around him. He came very soon after. I think the feeling of me pulsing around him was too much for him.

He pulled out and then cleaned us off with the henley he had thrown off.

He laid down next to me and pulled me close so my back was to his chest.

"Do you still want me to go find you a rock?" I asked as he laughed.

"You are insufferable."

#sebastian stan #sebastian stan smut #sebastian stan x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x reader smut #winter soldier #bucky smut #bucky x reader #bucky fanfic #bucky imagine #bucky x y/n

[officialabortive]

Barbarian!Bakugou x FoxHybrid!Reader

Barbarian!Bakugou had already set up camp for the night under a canopy of thick tree branches. Finally finding some semblance of relief within the cool shade, when he was disturbed by jingling of rusted bells and worn out wooden wheels clacking against rough terrain. Of course, he knows before even looking, that it was the tell tale clatter of a wandering merchant. Bakugou makes haste, jogging over to see the available merchandise. Opportunities like this are rare, as merchants who travel so far out are few and far between.

The stallions —who are surprisingly well kept and very clearly well groomed— hauling the small wooden caravan came to a halt as the man holding the reigns gave a tug upon noticing a blonde figure jogging up. Dropping the reigns, the man swiftly hoped to the ground, ready to offer a sales pitch. Clasping his hands together, the merchant gave his best smile. It was obviously forced, far to wide and toothy to be genuine. Katsuki already pinned him as an obnoxious asshole.

"Ah! Hello, hello, good sir! Would you be interested in making a purchase? You've come at a good time, I have quite the selection at the moment!"

Bakugou grunts "maybe. What'd you have?" The cart was ever so slightly too elevated to see inside without needing to jump to look in over the edge

"Oh please do come take a look!"

Bakugou trails behind him to the back of the caravan where they can see in through the open back. Several hybrids sat on the wooden flooring, all of which having their gaze pinned directly back on him.

"I only carry the cutest and most unique hybrids! Even some exotic breeds! Only the best of the best! And I can assure you they are all perfectly family friendly!" He started pointing to them individually. "Here we have a beautiful teddywidder rabbit! This is red tailed deer! Over here is one of my personal favorites, a rare spot-"

"Got any hunters?"

The man began stumbling over his words. Now one ever wanted something like that, a possible threat. People wanted a nice cute hybrid to have around the house and be loved by children.

"I- uh- well, I do have this exotic snowy fox, who I'm sure is an amazing hunter. Foxes are known for their incredible hearing, agility, and stealth! All amazing attribut-"

"I'll take 'em"

There was an audible ting, Bakugou having flicked something to the man who fumbled to catch it, even with using two hands. Greedy eyes bulge at the perfectly circular gold piece in his palm. Gluttony has evidently long had it's unshakable grasp on his soul.

—

You were fairly well behaved. Immediately inspecting the temporary camp, analyzing each item in the worn out bag that lay open on the dirt. Than coming to sniff at bakugou, poking and prodding, curiously tugging at each individual necklaces on his chest. He'd even noticed how you sat exclusively in shaded areas, and squinting whenever you weren't.

Yeah, he regrets not thinking further into the whole 'only liking dark areas' thing. Turns out foxes are fucking nocturnal.

Now, the sun had long gone in to hiding, yet here sits a very much wide awake, agitated barbarian. Slouched with arms crossed over his chest as he glares at nothing in particular.

"Can't believe I spent fuck'n money on this bullshit– QUIT IT!"

The sales basterd was right, you were definitely stealthy. And for Katsuki, it's annoying as shit. He can't even hear your approach when you pounce on him from behind, cackling when you successfully grab on to him mid-jump. Only after several hours worth of attempts to catch you, only for you to slip right out of his grasp, to have you apprehend and tired. Finaly he can get some damn shut ey- why the fuck are you burrowing under his cloak!?

Whatever. At least bakugou is confident in your skills required for hunting. Perfect.

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[simp4pedropascal75]

bad guy (Joel Miller x Reader)

summary: since joel came to jackson, you only had eyes for him. but he didn't had eyes for you.... well, he did. but he hid behind a facade of a cold, mean asshole.

trigger warnings: 18+, minors dni, mature content included, some angst, fluff, explicit language, mention of guns, smut (f!nger!ng, p in v, mention of daddy k!mk, praising, degrading), age gap (reader in his 20s, joel in his 50s)

words: 2k

a/n: hey guys, so, this is my first post after a long break now. this was my first time writing smut, i'm still learning yk, but I hope you like it! Please keep in my mind that english isn't my first language, so I'm sorry for spelling mistakes and stuff.

Also I wrote this while driving to Croatia and I'm still sitting in the car, so yeah. There'll be a part 2 of this ff:) now, I wish y'all a fun time reading<3

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Why do girls always love the bad guy? Why can’t I just find normal people attractive? And especially men in my age, you think.

Obviously I can’t, because I love Joel fucking Miller.

Since he came with this girl Ellie to Jackson, you couldn’t get him out of your mind. You tried, you really tried. But no, Joel stayed in your mind. Every fucking time he walked past you, butterflies flew in your stomach like crazy. When he looked at you, your heartbeat speeded up. And god, when he talked to you, even for just 10 seconds, you needed to squeeze your legs together, because you couldn’t bear the ache between your legs.

But sadly, he didn’t talked to you often, he didn’t look at you, he just always walked past you. Sometimes you two had to go on patrol, but to be honest, he was an asshole. He didn’t talk much, and when he did, he was mean. He was so cold towards you. The only person where he softened up, was Ellie. You and her got along well, she is a smart girl, with a big mouth, but still smart.

But, what did you expect? He’s like doubled your age. But you always found men, who could be your dad, more attractive than boys in your age. Older men are more mature and… they have experience.

With every boy you slept in your age, has never made you cum, never.

Not to mention your daddy issues.

Actually, you’re on patrol with him right now. It was quiet, very quiet, while you walk through a abounded building with him. You’ve met some clickers on your way, but they were easy to kill. “So, was it already so quiet when Tommy was out on patrol?”, you ask him while you reload your gun. “‘haven’t talked to him”, he answers cold. You look at him confused, because they usually always exchange about their patrols.

“Why didn’t you?”, you ask curiously.

“Why would you care?”, he scoffs and doesn’t even look at you. He stands up and continues to walk.

Asshole.

“We have to move, come on”, he adds. You just roll your eyes at him, get up and follow him. “Well I care, because we have to know what we have to expect.”, you mumble pissed.

He turns around to look at you with a stern look. “If you would shut your fucking mouth, maybe we could hear what we have to expect”

Yeah, that’s it.

“You know what, I don’t fucking care. I understand that we’re definitely not friends, but that doesn’t mean you have to act like the arrogant bastard you are.”, you speak upset. “Guess what, I don’t like you either, but at least I try to be nice to you!”

“Shut up.”, he whispers harshly.

“You want me to shut up?! Did I hurt your ego because someone finally said how you really are, Joel Miller?! I swear I’ll soon kick you in your non-exciting balls-“ He suddenly slams you against the wall and covers your mouth with his hand. “I said, be. quiet.”, he growls quietly. You try to move and push him away, but he’s too strong.

As you give up and stare into his eyes, you hear it too, stalkers.

You feel how the speed of your heartbeat increases and feel the big ache between your legs again, but even stronger as the last time’s. His chest was pressed onto yours and you sense his hot breath on your neck. While Joel’s concentrated on the sound of the stalkers, you get a chance to admire his face closely. His hazel eyes, his lips… and his nose.

Fuck.

As the stalker noises get quiet and disappear, you gulp as he stares into your eyes. He releases your mouth from his hand and you take a deep breath. “s-so.. where was I-?”, he cuts you off.

“You really can’t shut up, can you?”, he raises an eyebrow at you as he asks.

“You fucking basta-“, suddenly he smashes his lips on yours. That’s when you get quiet. Your heart was beating out of your chest while you were melting under his touch. You can’t resist and wrap your arms around his neck while kissing him back.

Joel’s hands run up your curves while he’s pulling you even closer to his body. You feel how his dick begins to harden under the fabric of his jeans. He stops kissing your lips and continues to place kisses on your neck to leave you with his marks. You whimper softly as you feel how his hand glides down your stomach. As Joel slides his hand under your pants, he touches your already wet panties. “god, were you so desperate to be touched? you dirty little girl.”, he whispers in your ear and nibbles on it. “Fuck, Joel-“, you breathe. He pushes your panties aside and his thumb starts to rub your clit slightly.

“you need to be quiet, darling.”, he whispers again as you feel his hot breath on your neck again. As you nod and give him your permission he slides two of his fingers into your core. “Joel- I-“, you begin to breath heavy. You really tried to keep quiet, but as he starts to pump his fingers into you… “Joel, I can’t-“, you moan, that’s when he puts his hand over your mouth again.

“keep fucking quiet, you’re gonna’ get us killed..”, he growls as he stares into your eyes.

While he continues shoving his fingers inside you, your hands make your way to his belt. As you start to unbuckle it, he slaps your hands away. “not here.”, he whispers harshly.

“Please Joel-, I need you.”, you whine.

“No.”, he says with his deep voice, which even more aroused you. You start to feel your climax coming nearer, so does Joel as your inner walls squeeze his fingers gently. “Joel, I’m gonna-“, you cry out and he immediately covers your mouth again. “thats it, baby.. cum all over my fingers, darling…”, he whispers right into your ear and that’s when you reach your climax. He presses his hand onto your mouth to quiet down your moan and a slight smirk appears on his face. As your legs are still shaking, your hands try to unbuckle his belt again, but this time, he lets you do it.

“Fuck, y/n… you really want to get us killed, don’t you”, Joel groans quietly.

“Please Joel-, just-“, he cuts you off while slamming his lips onto yours again. He flicks his younger against yours and gasps as your hand touches his clothed dick. “Goddammit, y/n!”, he growls.

“Please Joel, I need you inside of me-“, that’s when he can’t resist your begging and he turns you around the wall and pushes you against it. “‘risking to get killed, just to be fucked by daddy’s cock”, he whispers and you hear how he pushes his pants down, which leaves a smile on your face. He takes his dick into his hand and rubs the tip at your wet pussy. His other hand glides to your mouth again, because he knows you definitely can’t keep quiet.

And he’s right.

You cry out loud as he pushes his shaft into your throbbing core.

God, he’s big.

“Fuck.”, he exhales. He begins to thrust into you while your moans get louder, he presses his hand harder on your mouth. “Such a good girl, taking my dick so fucking good”, Joel praises which makes you squirm under his grip. His other hand rests on your waist and his breath starts to get heavier. As he increases the speed, you feel how your legs begin to shake again. “how long have you been waiting for this, hm…?”, he breathes into your ear and wraps his arm around you to pull you closer. Joel begins to hit your g-spot and as your breath becomes heavier, your moans do too.

“Use your words, princess”, he groans into your ear.

“S-since you came here-“, you try to answer while he’s trying to muffle your moans again. You hear him chuckle. “‘never thought that you’re such a dirty girl”, he whispers. “‘squeezing my dick real good- you’re gonna’ cum?”. You nod.

“Words.”, he growls. “Y-yes, I’m gonna cum!”, you whine and you rech your climax. As your pussy tightens around his cock, you hear his groan and feel how he fills you up with his cum, leaving you two breathless.

.

.

.

As we walked back to Jackson, he was quiet, too quiet. “‘you’re okay?”, you ask concerned and also confused while he’s walking in front of you. “This was a mistake”, he growls and keeps walking. “What- I don’t understand-“, you mumble confused and grab after his hand so he stops walking. “What don’t you understand?”, he speaks louder and pulls his hand away. “This, was a mistake”, he points with his finger at you and himself. “A fucking big one.”, he growls and turns around to walk. “So, after you just fucked the shit out of me in a building full of zombies, you tell me that this was a mistake?!”, you almost shout and walk after him.

I can’t believe him, you think.

“yes, that’s exactly what I mean.”, he points out and it seems like he really doesn’t care. “Are you kidding me right now?! Don’t you notice how fucked up this is?! You fuck me and now tell me it was a mistake, and you don’t even feel bad!”, you shout after him upset and try not to tear up. “Exactly”, he just answers coldly.

“And now what huh?!”, you try to grab his hand again and finally get him stop walking. He turns around and just looks at you, his eyes were pitch black now. You don’t see any emotions in his face.

“Now, we’re going our separate ways”, he grumbles coldly.

.

.

.

Why do girls always love the bad guy?, you think.

It’s already been two months since it happens with Joel. And like he said, we’re going our separate ways. He didn’t look at you, he didn’t talked to you and he didn’t even went on patrols with you anymore. And you really tried to hate him, and did because of what he did, but you couldn’t get this night with him out of your mind anymore. Every time you close your eyes, you feel his lips on yours and his dick thrusting deep into you.

So, since he really didn’t felt bad and ignored you like you don’t exist, you tried to keep on with your life and tried dating again. You’ve met a really nice boy, Jack. He was two years older than you and he really was a gentleman. He was nice, kind and lovely. He made you laugh and feel safe. Since Joel didn’t go on patrols with you again, he did. And it was fun. Today you’ve had your third date already and as you walk into the bar, you see Joel sitting there.

Fuck.

And that’s when it hits your memory again. His hand pressed on your mouth, his hot breath on your neck and his dick pounding into you. You got pulled out of your mind, as you feel Jack’s hand on your waist. “Hey there, beautiful”, he says with his sweet smile. “Hey”, you smile back and go with him to your table. You thought Joel didn’t notice you, but he did. He saw you with this guy before, and god it has made him jealous. But Joel’s good at hiding his feelings, always hiding how he looks at you in secret.

You and Jack had a good time. Sometimes you took a glance at Joel, but his back was turned towards you. As you two finished eating, you stood up and wanted to look after Joel, but he wasn’t sitting there anymore. “I’ll pay real quick, you can wait outside”, Jack says and places a kiss on your cheek.

You nod and go outside. It’s already dark outside. A breeze of cold air flies against your body and you get goosebumps. That’s when you let your keys fall. “Fuck…”, you swear and try to see them in the dark. As you spot them, you bend down but suddenly someone else picks them up.

As you look up, you freeze:

“Joel.”

-> part 2

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[reareaotaku]

can you do five hargreeves yandere hcs??

i have a whole blog for tua

He's very mean to you. Like he has made you cry. [He'll apologize obviously, but he doesn't understand why you're crying. He didn't say anything bad. He doesn't realize he's being an asshole]

It's his way of showing his love

He criticizes everything you do. It does get a little annoying but you know that he doesn't intentionally hurt your feelings. If he wanted to hurt your feelings, by god you would know

Klaus finds out about you on accident, though it's not like Five hides you. He doesn't care if people know he's with you, because he knows no one would dare try anything, but he would want to keep his family at bay, especially the fucking drug addict

But he should have known better, because Klaus can never keep to himself

"Oh, who are you?"

"I'm Y/n?"

"Oh? What are you doing here?"

"I'm with Five?"

Klaus shakes his head, thinking he misheard you, "Who?"

"Five?"

Okay, so Klaus did hear you right. You must be at the wrong house because there's no way you're talking about his brother, Five

"Are you at the wrong house? Like Five the guy who drinks black coffee and is a jack ass to everyone?"

"Yeah. That Five"

Klaus grabs your face, looking down at you in pity, "Oh, you poor thing"

Five was not pleased with the scene

"Klaus what are you doing?" He'll look over his brother's shoulder, only to be surprised when seeing you

"Hi, Five," You'll speak through your squished cheeks

"Let her go, you idiot." Five will get you away from Klaus, but not before he [5] glares at him [Klaus]

"Your brother's nice"

Five looks up at you, "You don't have to be a suck up. You don't have to like them"

You frown, a little upset by Five's words, but you know he's not meaning to be rude. He just genuinely doesn't think you like them and you're just being nice, because that's how you are. He also knows how his family really is and you would never like people like them

Speaking on that, he is scared sometimes that you'll realize he's an asshole and that you could do better and leave him

Granted, you'll never find someone with his abilites, so he tries to use it to his advantages in your relationship. He wants you to be dependent on him

He steals your independence away in fear you'll leave. He has never loved someone like he loves you, so he can't lose you

He'd let the world burn if that's what he had to do to make sure you stayed with him

He always makes sure to find the version of you, when he's in another time line. He doesn't want to go through making you fall back in love with him, but he can't stand seeing you with anyone else, no matter what time line he's in. You have to be with him, you're soulmates, how can you not see that?

You [Different Timeline version] think he's terrifying and scary, but you're pretty much stuck with him and you can't run away

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[mariondeux]

Hey hey im glad you're back!! Really i missed you so much, also pretty nazu theme! Can i request mReader with rinne where the reader is actually a spirit to pleasure someone, usually they pleasure a woman but when Rinne summoned him, he's confused what to do since he never do it with a man, so he gets a litte aggressive to Rinne and try to ran away

But eventually Rinne wrecked the Reader ass into oblivion that reader become cockdrunk and Rinne obviously made Reader into personal cock sleeve spirit for himself www

Ignore this request if it's against the rules or makes you uncomfortable! Thank you have a nice day!

- く⁠コ⁠:⁠彡

— SYNOPSIS ; When you were summoned you were expecting the summoner to be a woman, but instead, you’re met with a man. Rinne is persistent, and when you try to run away he pins you down and shows you another side of pleasure.

CW ; NSFW, Non-con(???), mindbreak, cockdrunk, reader is bisexual?? Manhandling, no foreplay, rough sex, assault

WORD COUNT ; 1166

PAIRING ; Rinne Amagi x Male!Pleasure Spirit!Reader

A/N ; I think I might’ve left things out for the CW’s?? I wasn’t sure how to tag this. But, thank you, squid anon!! I’m happy you like the new Nazu theme :D

FEMALE ALIGNED DNI.

“You’re a lot cuter than I thought you’d be.”

There you stood, wearing a primarily black latex outfit that hardly covered your body. If anything, you could’ve been mistaken for an incubus. However, you weren’t. You were a spirit whose purpose served to pleasure people. Your jaw went slack at the sight of a man in front of you. You were expecting a lady to be summoning you, not a man.

“Um, are you the one that summoned me? Or is the lady that summoned me in another room?” You placed both hands on your hips, walking around the room to hopefully look for said woman.

You let out a yelp as Rinne suddenly wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, placing his head on top of your shoulder. “Nah, it was me that summoned ya… Now, why don’t ya do your job and show me a good time, yeah?”

You froze in your spot, nerves crawling up your body as Rinne’s calloused hands trailed across your exposed skin. You’ve never done this with a man before. You were so much more experienced with knowing how to please a woman. You’d never thought that a man would summon you. What do you do? How are you supposed to go about pleasing another man? 

“Hey, look man, I’m only good with women.” You pried his hands off of your body, backing away from him cautiously. “I don't think you’d want me to be the one to relieve you. Just summon another spirit and-“

“Why would I bother summoning another spirit when you’re right here?” Rinne persisted as he moved back towards you, pushing his fingers underneath the hem of your latex shorts.

Alarms blared in your ears as panic ran through you, pulling Rinne’s wrists away with a sudden aggressiveness as you shoved him back. “Look, I don’t wanna do this!” You yelled out, trying to pull out a device to help you back to your original world. 

Rinne stopped you before you could, grabbing your arms and placing them behind your back with more strength than you could ever muster. You let out a groan of pain, hardly having the time to register Rinne pushing your body down onto the bed. Your face was smashed into the sheets, struggling to move your head to the side to breathe in.

“Just shut up and be a good boy, yeah? I’ll fuck ya so good ya won’t ever wanna go back.” His voice lowered to a greedy, husky tone, keeping your wrists in his left hand as he tried to pry your clothes off of you. Latex wasn’t an easy material to slide off of skin. You cried out as Rinne roughly pulled your latex shorts down to your calves, leaving a red mark behind as a sign of how much he struggled to get it off of you in one swipe.

His hand engulfed one of your ass cheeks in his hand, squeezing it. He let out a low, satisfied groan as he continued squeezing your rear. His hand moved closer to your hole, his thumb circling around the rim of your asshole. “Ya sure ya never did it with a man before? Your body is so fuckin’ hot… I’m surprised another guy hasn’t jumped at the opportunity to fuck your slutty ass.”

Your face quickly warmed up at his words. You weren’t sure if you should be ashamed or if you should take his words as a compliment. You struggled underneath him, trying to pull your hips away from his hands. “S-Stop…”

Rinne shoved his thumb past the rim and inside your hole. His brows rose as he slid his thumb in and out of you. “Ya been pegged before? Or maybe you’re just lying to me and ya have been fucked in the ass by another guy before.”

Either way, this worked out for him. Your struggling in the beginning made him much more impatient, wanting to fuck you as soon as possible. You shook your head from side to side violently, determined to shoot down his statement as he pulled his thumb out of your ass. Your eyes widened as you felt something stiff prod at you from behind. You moved your head, trying your best to look over your shoulder to get a good look at what he was trying to push inside of you.

“Wait! Stop- It’s not gonna fit in!” You yelled out, trying to crawl away from Rinne, but his grip on your wrists kept you in place. Your breathing sped up as you felt nothing but dread. Rinne brushed off your pleas, letting out a drawled out groan as he pushed the tip of his cock past your rim, slowly sliding inside of you. You let out a pained cry in response, your hands balling into tight fists as you tried to bear through the terrible feeling.

“Ugh, fuck… Ya feel way better than I expected, hah… That’s a pleasure spirit for ya, huh?” He pulled his hips back, leaving only the tip inside before slapping his hips back against yours, tearing another cry out of you. He continued this slow rhythm, letting you slowly adjust around him so you could properly take him.

And before you knew it, he started fucking himself into you as his rocking increased with each thrust and his patience wore thin. His hips grinding against yours, body moving rhythmically against yours. The sight of your arms behind your back, face smashed into the bed as your sounds of agony slowly turned into moans of pleasure made his cock throb inside of you. He leaned back and grasped both of your wrists with both hands, using your arms to bounce your body against his.

“Ya feel so fucking good. Do ya regret getting fucked by me now, huh? Huh?”

“Fuck! Rinne!” Every time his hips struck yours, you panted and made choking noises. Rinne grunted, quickening and driving his cock more into your rear end each time. As the speed picked up, you arched your back. You've already lost all control of your body while in ecstasy. Your body felt warm all over, slick building up in your ass to help Rinne slide in and out of you easier. You never even realized your body could do that. Oh, but what the heck, you were a spirit made for pleasure, so of course you could lubricate yourself.. Your hair was messy and your body drenched in sweat. It was undoubtedly amazing to see. Your mouth was hanging open, wanton moans spilling out.

“Fuck- I should just keep ya for myself. Keep ya nice and full of my cum, keep ya real satisfied every day…” Rinne breathed, pounding his cock into you. You were panting like a dog by this point, letting out constant ‘Ah! Ah! Ah’s spurring Rinne, causing his pace to increase drastically.

“Yes! Yes! More, more!” You begged mindlessly, not in your right mind, to realize what you signed up for.

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[pumpk1n-writes]

Tell Me About The Dark Places You Hide ~ Part Five

➥ in which the reader figures out that their best friends are the infamous Woodsboro Killers and decides to help them rather than turn them in. {ft. Mentions of murder; language; stalking; mentions of the stuff in part four; Billy being an idiot and Stu being an even bigger idiot}

Part Four; Part Six || Word Count ~ 806

Taglist ~ @wasawattpadkid @itzlovelyautumn @katie-tibo @laurajmcmanus

A/N: So… I don’t usually do these lol 😅 but I’m really proud of some of the emotions in this chapter and some of the writing techniques I used in this one are a teensy bit different from what I normally use, so let me know if you like it better than normal or not! I’m just experimenting here!

You were right. School the next day was awkward. But not for you. You couldn’t help the small smile that broke through your mask every time Billy made eye contact with you and flushed a deep red. You caught up to him after class, ignoring the blush dusting his cheeks, and began talking. “I really thought you’d be a better actor, Loomis. You know, considering everything.”

Billy glared at you. He was confused at why you seemed so nonchalant, despite everything that had happened the night before. “What?” Smooth, Billy. Smooth.

“Well, you’re blushing like a madman every time you look at me, which is a lot, considering you can’t stop your eyes from wandering. To me.”

Goddamnit. Billy scowled, which made you laugh. “You really should get better at hiding what you’re thinking, Loomis.” You patted his cheek and walked away, quickly disappearing into the crowd of other seniors. He watched your retreating form as if he was in a trance, unconsciously reaching up to feel where you touched him. He shook his head to snap himself out of it, walking briskly to his fountain.

Goddamnit! He thought once more, seeing that you were already there, talking animatedly to Stu. Billy pulled his best friend away, glaring at your knowing smile. You merely turned around as if nothing happened, however, and began talking to Sidney.

“Stu, I fucked up,” Billy started, running his hand through his hair and gesturing to you.

“Whatever do you mean?” Stu asked in a horrible British accent. “You found one of the hottest people in our school, and got her to hang out with us.”

“So. . .” Billy glanced around. “I may have visited her last night.”

Stu’s jaw dropped. “You what? As. . .?”

“Yeah,” Stu didn’t even need to finish before Billy was interrupting. “Yeah, and somehow, she didn’t die—”

“Obviously.”

“I wasn’t finished, asshole,” Billy was getting more frustrated as this conversation went on. “She may have. . .”

“What? Spit it out,” it was obvious that Stu was also getting frustrated at Billy’s hesitation to finish his thought. “What, did she fuck you or something?”

Billy’s silence told him everything he needed to know.

“No, what? Without me?” Stu gasped in mock hurt. “Why do you get to hog all the action?”

“That’s not all, Stuart! She knows who we are.”

At this point, they’d both walked a ways away from the rest of the group, so they didn’t grow suspicious of Billy’s frantic whispering. The guilt and shame of last night had settled deep between his shoulder blades, but now the panic of you having access to this, the biggest secret of his life, was wriggling it’s way into the deep cavities of his chest.

He wanted to hate you, wished he could will his mind to forget your voice in his ear as he came undone, low and sultry and utterly perfect. He wished he could throw aside the image of your body above him, forget how nice it felt to lose control for once. But no. How easy it was for his mind to wander to the recent fantasy of bending you over a table and making you feel as good as you made him. How easy it was to imagine how delicate you would feel under his fingers.

“We could do our thing?” Stu suggested. “Or kidnap her.”

“Shut up!” Billy glanced around, hoping the strange glances from around them were due to his muted panic attack and not Stu basically incriminating them. “She said that she wanted to help us.”

“Well, how about this. We both visit her tonight, not as you-know-who, just ourselves, and discuss how this will work. Cause we need to get rid of her if we get bad vibes and think she’s gonna turn us in, but maybe we need someone else.”

Billy shook his head and rubbed his temple. “I don’t know, Stu. I don’t want to be anywhere near her after what happened.”

“You mean after she fucked you senseless? What really happened back there? Cause every time you look at her you blush. Sid’s gonna catch on and our entire plan is ruined.”

“So she may have, like, tied me up, or something. And I might have been slightly into it.”

“Ooh, Bill-Bill’s got a bondage kink!” Stu looked delighted. “Did you actually fuck or?”

“No she just, kind of, gave me a handjob and I left. Can we move on?”

Billy was blushing again and Stu seemed to revel in that. “So it’s settled. You’re coming with me tonight and we can hope that we both get action.”

“No!”

Stu shook his head at Billy’s protests, just patting his cheek the same way you did and left to rejoin the group. Billy was left to glare towards your general location and reluctantly rejoin you.

Goddamnit.

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[msfeaths]

TUTOR

warnings : none

pairing : peter parker (mcu) x reader

summary : when peter parker simply fell in love with you...

a/n : make any requests you want ! i'll be glad to do them if i can :)

The first time Peter Parker ever saw you, it was mid-february, when you juste came in and sat in the same classroom as he was. Professor Harrington introduced you as a new student, giving his speech saying people had to be nice.

Oh Peter wanted to be nice with you. But he immediately thought he would never had a chance. Of course, your hair looked so smooth, you seemed brilliant, and after a while he noticed the way this cute dimple would show up any time you smiled.. You were so pretty to his eyes, even too good to be true.

But you sat next to this other guy. Obviously you just sat at the first seat you saw, not knowing anybody. But he started talking. He was much more a talkative person as Peter ever would be, much more popular but also much more an asshole. And you noticed that quickly. Peter knew you did, because he kept observing you any time he had the chance, and he saw the way you'd back up a little when this other guy would talk to your face. The way you avoided catching his sight. You did stay in his friends group though, and that's what Peter didn't understand.

He was just thinking about it, at lunch, while Ned was telling him about this new game he cracked yesterday. "Hey, are you even listening to me right now ?" he asked, turning his head in the same direction Peter had. "Ah, I see" , Ned kept going.

Peter would sometimes - pretty often - daydream about how would it be to date you. Would you agree to spend lunch time with him and Ned ? Go to his place ? To hold his hand in public ? Or even kiss him ?

"Why don't you go and talk to her ?" asked a girl who was sitting at the same table. MJ constantly watched as Peter was almost drooling on himself just by seeing you.

"W-What ? Why would I go-" he started before getting cut off. "Come on, not to me" she answered. "You've been addicted to {Y/N} since day one". Peter frowned, denying, but he knew this could never change her mind. "MJ's got a point, dude. And maybe you have a chance with {Y/N}, who knows !?" Ned said and his friend immediately looked around to see if anyone might have heard. "Shh Ned are you crazy ?? And don't say stupid things like that.. Both of you". "Whatever", MJ replied, "But it seems like she wouldn't say no if you asked her to try a new friends group. Her's pretty lame".

Peter slowly raised an eyebrow and looked back at you, to see you walking in his direction. He was wondering, what was happening ? Were you actually going towards him ? You met his eyes and gently smiled, not really knowing how to act with him.

"Hi" you started when you reached his table. Peter looked at Ned who was way more excited to see you talking to him. He elbowed him so he could answer you. "Hum, h-hi ?" "Can we do anything for you ? Can Peter do anything for you ?" Ned immediately asked to help his friend. MJ rolled her eyes just by hearing the conversation.

"Yeah, actually" you smiled. "Mr Harrington told me to talk to you... It seems like you've been chosen to be my tutor. Im Y/N, by the way". You didn't really like asking for this - even though you did not really choose it - but Peter immediately nodded, shyly but still. "Yeah -yes of course no problem !" he replied. "Great ! Thank you. We can meet later at the library ?" you proposed. "The library is closed this week, what a shame !! Though, you should go to Peter's. The.. Temperature is great there. You know, to work..." Ned tried to keep going, making you smirk a little bit. You noticed how Peter's eyes suddenly became wide and the red colouring his cheeks. "Oh, well if you don't mind... You know what ? Just text me later today" you gave him your number under his flabbergasted eyes. He nodded and you went to class after smiling at him one last time. It is probably that exact smile that made him realise how screwed he was.

Peter did text you later that day, sending you his address and how to get there from school. You suggested to join him there at 6:00pm to what he agreed.

You arrived in front if his flat in Queens and called him so he could open, and there you were, on his dining room table, tons of books spread out next to you both. He spent a whole hour explaining all the little details that were important in every chapter that you've missed. Good for him, you were a fast learner, something that made him like you even more. He would ask you some questions to check if you were following, and you always were. That kept going until his aunt came back home. "Hey Pete, I've been trying to reach you out for an hour now and you- oh", she smiled widely, "Hello. Excuse me I didn't know you had company", she said, looking at both of you in turn. "May this is Y/N", he said, hoping she wouldn't say anything embarrassing. "Hi, I'm sorry I hope I'm not bothering. Peter is helping me with all the things I've missed at school. I'm a new student".

"No of course it's no problem ! I am always glad to meet Pete's friends. You can even stay for dinner ! Just make sure to tell your parents" she added and didn't wait for your answer before going to another room.

"You don't have to" Peter said, "Stay for dinner, I mean. N-not that I don't want you to stay, I mean you- I don't mind if you stay. At all ! It's just- ugh - if you have anything else to do, don't feel forced to stay here". You smiled at him as an answer before adding "I'd be glad to stay, I don't have any important plans".

So there you were, sitting at the small kitchen table with Peter and his aunt who had just ordered food, since the dish she started had burnt. It was simply pizzas from this place you didn't know, but Peter assured you they were the best.

"There. Start with this one, Joe's an expert at it". And indeed, you were surprised by the amazing taste of this basic pizza. Dinner kept going, and May wanted to know more about you, much to Peter's despair, even though he was interested by anything you were saying.

"From what Peter told me, you quickly made a name for yourself at school. Do you move a lot ?" she asked. "Yeah, actually. I've moved like, 12 times because of my father's job. I repeated a grade because of it" you answered with a sad smile. "Wait you're a year older ?" Peter suddenly said. "Oh no, I skipped a grade in primary school, so it's like it never changed". Peter nodded "Must be hard, I mean, moving all the time".

You looked at him quite surprised. People usually thought you were lucky because you were able to travel and meet a lot of people. Thing is, when you move that much, you don't really have time to get used to the place and make real friends. And it seemed like Peter guessed that. You liked the fact that he wasn't superficial, like a lot of people. So you smiled slightly, letting the cute dimple that he liked make its appearance "Kind of. But it feels like im gonna stick around for a while, this time". And you might didn't know, but at this exact moment, Peter never had been more thrilled.

#peter parker x reader #peter parker #marvel #tom holland #tom peter parker #spiderman #love #falling in love #high school peter #peter x reader #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x you

[noxhominis]

I have to say this now, because Sherlock Holmes is trending and I am celebrating more than I did this Christmas. I watched Knives Out and Glass Onion and it made me realise something crucial about Holmes. He is fundamentally a good person. Does he sometimes behave a little bit like he doesn't care? Yeah. And does he solve cases because he wants the thrill and the mystery? Yep. But I would argue that he mainly solves cases because he wants to help people. His first case was when he helped his friend. Later we see multiple instances of this happening again and again (him being a genuinely good person). I have said it once and I will say it a million times— Sherlock Holmes is interesting because he is a smart guy who is NOT an asshole. He is (mostly) considerate to people, and their feelings. He takes cases to help people. The prime example that springs to mind is Copper Beeches, where he didn't think Violet Hunter had anything interesting to say about her case. But he still agreed to hear her out. And many times, he has done things for people, solved their mysteries without any money. Now you could say that he is not concerned about money at all, except we have seen him squeeze the king of Bohemia. He takes high profile cases to pay the bills, normal cases to solve puzzles, and the really simple mysteries because he wants to help people. I may have talked about this in another post and used the example of Twisted Lip, and Blue Carbuncle to say how he let criminals (of a sort) go solely based on his moral judgement.

The reason why I bring this up in the same breath as the Knives Out films is because of Benoit Blanc's character. That man is very polite unless he absolutely needs to be rude or has been driven to the ends of his patience. You know, like a normal person? And I loved how it just completely avoided the trope most modern mysteries, crime thrillers, and detective stories fall into. I like to call the trope "The Genius Asshole Syndrome". And it just sort of stigmatises really really smart people for not having social skills by twisting them into something mean and uncaring. And so many modern adaptations of Sherlock Holmes fall into that. And yes, BBC is one of them. So do the Ritchie!verse movies. They make Sherlock Holmes act flippant towards other people, because such a genius cannot possibly care for the normal people. He cannot possibly appreciate other different versions of smart, because he is obviously a genius and a genius is always an asshole, and not empathetic at all. So it was really refreshing to see a detective who cared about his clients, and vulnerable people. It was nice to see a detective get angry on behalf of a defenceless person. And it was very nice to see a detective not wanting to fuck a female client who is maybe half his age. (Plus the gay thing worked out great). I really feel like we need more genuinely good, kind, and helpful people in fiction, and now that Sherlock Holmes is completely in public domain, we can hopefully get something that is faithful to his actual character instead of the two dimensional grim dark detective dynamic. And maybe modern media can give us other detectives who are actually human, and have all basic human emotions? Just a thought.

#sherlock holmes #acd sherlock holmes #acd holmes #bbc sherlock #rdj holmes #ritchieverse #glass onion #knives out #benoit blanc #detectives #mystery #analysis #??? idk #anyway i really love mysteries #as my blog name suggests #so this was something I just wanted to say #hurray #public domain

[fernsnailz]

thoughts on shadow's characterisation in prime?

i think it's great! like obviously the bar is on the floor in terms of what i consider to be "good" shadow characterization (since so much recent shadow writing has been.... Not That), but i think prime does a really good job of conveying three of shadow's most important traits:

tunnel vision for the big picture (idk how else to describe this trait). shadow is all about finding solutions to problems HIS way, which means that his solutions are very efficient and often morally dubious. this is something we see a lot with shadow’s choices - his plan to kill cosmo to stop the metarex, him going after mr. tinker to finally get rid of eggman, his desire to elminate emerl in battle, even his willingness to fall to earth at the end of SA2. he finds the root of the problem and goes for it, because usually that’s the most efficient solution. so when shadow starts taking all of sonic's tech simply because of his lack in trust i was like… yeah, i get it! kick that guy's ass!! because ultimately, shadow isn't wrong - the breaking of the universe can be linked back to sonic, and although it's kinda fucked to just rob him and leave him in the void, shadow is willing to do morally dubious things if it's for the greater good. plus he knows sonic will be fine, that dude has been to space like ten times at this point and shadow even goes “lol see you back home idiot”

a desire to be understood. this is something i think a lot of modern shadow writing misses out on when it leans really heavily into the “loner shadow” style of characterization. when it comes to these large moral decisions shadow has to make, he often takes the time to explain his stance on the situation. sometimes it’s to solve the problem faster, but often it’s because he wants to be understood. he isn’t necessarily looking for people to agree with him - i think it’s really telling (and kinda hilarious) that he only attacks sonic after explaining his stance when sonic replies “ok i can see why you would say that,” because at that point shadow has said his piece and has gotten 1. confirmation that sonic understands his view, and 2. confirmation that sonic’s opinion hasn’t been changed. and that's all he needs! literally like half of the episode is dedicated to shadow just explaining his side of things, which serves as a device to exposit to the audience AND show that shadow wants his side of the story to be heard and understood. however i do think it's telling and also hilarious that he has to beat the shit out of sonic for a little while before actually telling him anything lol

he's kind of a bitch

prime shadow has so much personality and it's really refreshing to see again! i like that he's allowed to be an asshole in a really funny way, it's charismatic rather than frustrating this time around. i think the voice acting and animation/choreography is JUST as important to prime shadow as the writing is, ian hanlin absolutely kills every line and is my favorite voice for shadow in... maybe ever? and you can tell the animators had fun with this hog, there's some nice little character acting moments whenever he's frustrated that i think are really charming.

also this one shot of him flopping around fucking kills me every time it's so fucking funny

so uhhhm yeah. i like it

#i still have some mixed feelings on prime overall but prime shadow is very refreshing :] did not realize i had this much to say about it lol #sonic loreposting #fernasks #long post #sonic prime spoilers

[sunghoonnsupremacy]

ANTISOCIAL. -l.hs.

previous - now - next

- summary ; when the popular jock starts finding interest in the new girl, hell breaks lose. she eventually gives in and he shows her exactly why he's popular.

- warnings ; eventual smut, rough sex, bondage, degrading, mentions of drugs/alcohol, asshole heeseung.

READ UNDER THE CUT!

smut warning

the day went by in a fast blink, jia thought. she mildly enjoyed her classes but she'd say that's a win since its a totally new environment for her. the girl's mind wondered back to the attractive guy she met earlier. hearing multiple unpleasant rumours about him before her day at the school even started, jia planned to keep her distance but that plan failed the moment she stepped into her literature classroom.

she was currently deciding whether to dress appropriately for a party or to be comfortable. a dress would be nice but she didn't feel like getting slutshamed her first day at arrival.

a mini skirt? tight dress? loose dress? jeans? baggy jeans?

she sighs standing infront her closet door that's wide open.

"I guess a dress will do." she picks out a tight dress thats a bit above her knees, allowing her to bend down without flashing the world. its black and strapless. perfect for the summer. add that with black heels and she'll look like a runway model.

realization hit her like a bus. "where's that paper?" she muttered scrambling around her room looking for the important piece of paper.

"ah there it is!" a smile lightens up her face when she spots it.

she grabs her phone and types in the numbers, immediately texting him.

hey. it's jia.

she was a bit suprised at how fast he texted her back but didn't mind.

- ohhh hey! I was waiting for your text.

yeah i was trying to read the numbers.

- are you sayin' my handwritings messy?

maybe. doesn't matter. so what's the adress?

- 1400 forest lawn drive. see u there 😉

she sighed at his message and puts the adress into the gps, her heels making little to no noise as she walked down the stairs of her apartment and into her car.

the house wasn't far away, just about a ten minute long drive. she stepped out and her eyes wondered around the luxury looking house in awe. "shit he must be rich."

jia arrives at the front door, already seeing people crowding the entrance. she gags in disgust as it is only eight pm and there's couples making out every step she takes.

hence the door being open, she walks in without knocking.

she makes her way through the corridor and into the living room that reeks of alcohol and sweaty bodies. she spots a certain blonde and nods her head at him.

"you made it." heeseung smirks at her, walking over to her. "what, did you think id bail?" jia gives him a sly smile and crosses her arms.

"wouldn't expect that from you... you look really pretty by the way. " he stares at her up and down and doesn't even try to make it discreet.

she can feel arousal pooling around her panties as he looks at her.

"could say the same about you, heeseung." she gives him a smile and starts walking away, not giving him a chance to react.

he hurries trying to catch up to her. "let me show you around! you can meet my friends. " she agrees and follows him into what she assumes is a kitchen

a group of teenage boys huddle around the kitchen island, drinking and laughing about something.

heeseung loudly whistles to get their attention. obviously it worked since it quieted down and their eyes turned to the duo.

jia starts to feel uncomfortable so she pinches at his arm. "right, this is jia. she's new" he smirks at them and a guy with beautiful features comes over to them. he holds out his hand as a greeting.

"im sunghoon. nice to meet you pretty. " he winks at her and she giggles before shaking his hand. "yeah yeah anyway." heeseung moves her closer to him, their hands breaking apart. she stumbles a bit but thanks to heeseungs hands on her waist, she just leans into him, sunghoon glaring at him.

"im jay, this is jake and niki. " a guy with a sharp jawline introduces himself and his friends. jia waves at them with a small wave, her smile making them smile too. "do you want a drink?" sunghoon offers with a grin. she nods and takes it from him, silently thanking him.

"okay you guys have fun me and jia are gonna take a walk around." heeseung intervenes their hands and leads her away from the crowd, leading her upstairs.

"where are we going? " she tries to make way of the people sitting on the stairs, following the host.

"a room. it's more secluded. " he winks at her one more time before opening the door to one massive bedroom. she gasps in astonishment at it. he looks at her and smiles at her eyes sparkling.

"hey i know I already told you but, you look beautiful. " he walks over to her with lust in his eyes, and she looks up at him with doe eyes, resulting in him getting even more hard.

he wraps his hands around her waist and brings her closer to him, their bodies touching. the air is thick, and the only thing that can be heard is the muffled music and their heavy breathing.

his hand moves from her waist up to her face, brushing some hair from it. "can i kiss you? " his eyes dart from hers onto her plump lips.

"yeah." she whispers and leans in to kiss him. their lips connect. his urgency to kiss her gets bigger as he tastes her. his hands go back to her waist as they keep kissing eachother.

his slender fingers squeeze her butt, her light moan entering his mouth as he slips his tongue inside hers. "you *kiss* taste *kiss* so good" he tells her, already obsessed.

she pulls away, needing to breathe. their heavy breathing continues as they smile at eachother. he lightly grabs a hold of her waist and whispers into her ear, "will you let me touch you?"

she bites her lip, her panties drenched at this point. "yes please, i need you. " he groans feeling his pants tighten even more at her tone. "ill make you feel good, i promise. " he slowly starts unzipping her dress, leaving her in nothing but her lacy bra and panties. she quickly takes that off too.

"cmon doll, lay down." she obeys and spreads her legs. "you're fucking dripping. is that all for me? " he runs a finger up and down her slit, making her bite her lip to shush her moans. "all for you, heeseung. " she looks at him with lust in her eyes.

his slender finger moves around her clit faster, connecting his tongue with her hole. she can't suppress the moan that comes out when she feels him eating her out while rubbing her clit.

their foreplay ends rather quickly, jia cumming on his tongue will be a moment he'll never forget.

"im dying to be inside you, doll. " there's that nickname that'll always have an effect on her. she fell to her knees, unzipping his zipper as if her life depended on it. he let out a breath of relief when she removed his tight boxers.

his cock sprung up against his abs leaking pre-cum. she licked her lips at the sight. "can i? " she asked for approval. he nodded his lips, desperate for her soft tongue on his dick.

she started kitty licking the tip, him grabbing her hair in a fistful. she continues sucking him as his grip on her hair gets tighter. he can feel himself get closer to his finish as her mouth does wonders.

"shit, I'm about to cum" he moans out in pleasure and she gives him harsher licks. her hand grips at his base and massages up and down.

he lets out a loud moan as he finishes inside of her warm mouth. jia continues sucking to help him ride out his orgasm until it gets over stimulating.

she licks her lips and stares up at him with doe eyes. "was it good?" she asks. "it was amazing doll, thank you."

she stands up and goes back to kissing his plump lips. the two keep making out until he pushes her back onto the bed, making her fall down and spread her legs obediently.

he grabs his dick into his hands and rubs it along her slit. they both moan at the feeling. he looks at her one more time for consent and she nods desperate.

he pushes in the girl moaning underneath him. he stays still for a bit, making sure it doesn't hurt her.

"you can move now ", she says. she breathes in a deep sigh, feeling his full length inside of her hitting all of her spots so easily.

"oh, fuck-" she moans high pitched when he bottoms out. he lets out a deep groan of pleasure at how tight she was.

"shit doll, you're practically sucking me in" his thrusts get faster as her boobs bounce up and down at the movement of his hips.

he manages to find her g spot in under 5 minutes, resulting in her getting even closer to her orgasm.

"heeseung, I think I'm about to finish." she whimpers feeling a coil in her tummy tighten.

"me too doll, don't worry." he continues groaning in a low voice, feeling himself close to his finish as well.

he latches his lips onto hers as they sensually kiss while they finish together at the same time. they moan to each others mouths as they feel euphoria.

he slowly stops thrusting, pulling away from her lips and staring deeply into her eyes. "that was amazing, doll. " she smiles at him, feeling happy and pleased.

"we should get cleaned up", he pulls out of her, making both of them at the empty feeling.

jia nods at him and slowly sits up, feeling numb in her legs. "shit, I can't feel my legs, how am I supposed to get home? " she panicks looking over at him.

"you can stay over, I don't mind, but now let's get you cleaned up, come on. " he picks her up and walks with her to the bathroom.

they take a shower together, kissing a bit more until they fall asleep in each other's arms, like the romantic duo they are.

sorry for how short the smut part is, but it's my first time writing smut, and I'm not experienced, so I hope you enjoy it.!

#enhypen smut #enhypen #lee heeseung #heeseung smut

[suzukiblu]

WIP guessing game: "sky"?

Superboy hides his soulmark, which is a thing that plenty of people do, although the only reason he bothers doing it is because his is a copy of Superman's. He has absolutely no idea why Cadmus saw fit to put a copy of Superman's soulmark on him, of all the fucking things, but Cadmus has done a lot of questionable shit so it's just whatever, at this point. "His" soulmark isn't even his, but neither is his face or his voice or even really his name, so that's not exactly a surprise or anything.

It kind of sucks, because Superboy would've really liked to have a real soulmark, but . . .

Well, it's not like he has a real soul, so yeah. Obviously he wouldn't have a real soulmark.

Like–duh. Of course not.

So yeah. Superboy's soulmark isn't his.

It's . . . nice, though. Like, he likes how it looks, he means. It's sitting over his heart, a bright blue color that makes him think of the best parts of the sky, the best parts of flying, and it looks kind of like a messy spiral or a perfect wave all curled in on itself, and there's just a little bit of violet bleeding in around the edges, which in his opinion really makes the whole thing pop. Like, it just looks good, he thinks.

If it was actually his, he'd never want to hide it. He'd want to show it off every chance he got.

But it's not actually his, of course, because it's a perfect match to the one he saw bared on Superman's own chest in the photos of his body taken in the aftermath of fighting Doomsday.

Superboy had felt bad about feeling disappointed, at the time. Like–a person had been dead, a person like Superman had been dead, and he'd been taking the time to be disappointed by finding out that his soulmark was fake? That'd been shitty of him. Really, really shitty of him.

What kind of an asshole did something like that, anyway?

An asshole like Westfield, probably.

Or an asshole who was half Westfield, anyway.

So yeah. The whole stupid world knows what Superman's soulmark looks like thanks to those photos, which sucks, but Superboy is still never letting anyone see the copy of it on his own chest. That's just . . . not cool, is what that is. Cadmus committed enough horrible ethics violations on Superman's body, he's not gonna go around flaunting any more of them.

Or at least not any more of them than just his entire fucking existence already is.

He can't imagine how fucking creepy that'd be for Superman anyway, seeing a fake version of his soulmark on somebody. Especially somebody who's a fake thing themselves. Like . . . seriously, how fucked up would that be? How weird and disturbing and violating would that be?

Very, Superboy is sure.

So Superboy keeps not-his soulmark covered up, and when people ask he just says he doesn't have a mark at all.

He doesn't, after all. This is Superman's mark. Not his.

#kon el #superboy #superfamily #mandaloriandy #rinfic #wip: the one where kon's soulmark isn't fake

[mattsdae]

so mean

// matt stone x fem reader , mean dom!matt , degradation , verbal humiliation , man handling , generally rough sex , dacryphilia , cunnilingus , vaginal intercourse , fingering , cum eating (kinda?)

nsfw under tab

matt has a special ability that isn’t too impressive. if anything, it turns most people away from him and he understands why. telling someone your talented at being an asshole isn’t the best look. he isn’t always a dick, though. he’s actually really respectful to people, but whenever they turn their back, it’s free game.

you always liked that about him. it was funny seeing him go from sweet and respectful to rude and down right mean as soon as they get out of ear shot. sometimes you’d hit him on the arm or tell him to shut up, but you always laughed. he loved making you laugh, especially at other peoples expense.

sometimes you wondered if he talked about you before in the same manner. most people would be insecure about the idea, but you found it strangely attractive. he was mean and you liked it, even if it would be directed at you.

“matt? matt stone?” a man came up. matt paused and nodded. people didn’t stop him often, but when they did, he was always sweet and respectful. even when they’d turn their backs, he didn’t say much. he only liked talking shit about people he felt deserved it.

“dude, it’s such an honor!” he grinned and held out his hand. matt shook it and nodded.

“nice to meet you,” matt responded. you knew how much he hated being hyped up. it was sweet at first but people often went a little too far with their praise, sometimes bombarding him with compliments on the show. he was a normal dude, so hearing strangers praise his work was a hit jarring, even after being in the business for such a long time.

“oh my god, do you think you can do me a huge favor?” and there it was, the final nail in the coffin. you already knew what was coming. matt nodded awkwardly as he pulled out a thick pile of papers with a show title on the front. you looked away to hide your smile. “do you think you can read this over and tell me if it’s any good? i really want to pitch this to comedy central and i just wanna know if it has any potential.”

“uh, yeah, sure,” matt looked visibly uncomfortable, but people like this were never socially aware. the man quickly pulled out a pen and wrote his phone number on the front.

“just gimme a call when you read it! thank you so much! and put in a good word for me, will you?” matt nodded as the guy walked off. you held your hand over your mouth.

“this motherfucker really said put in a good word for me,” matt finally started. you bursted out laughing.

“i was trying so hard not to laugh,” you said though giggles. he shook his head and started walking.

“it’s almost admirable how dense that dude is. i mean, does he know how many of these i get?” you shook your head. “think about it, how many scripts have i read that’s been given to me by fans,” he airquoted. he knew people who truly enjoyed the show would never do something like this.

“none-“

“fucking goose egg,” he interrupted. you laughed again as you started heading into the restaurant matt’s been talking about. “you see me with my girl, obviously dressed up for a date, and you think it’s a good time to give me a shitty ass script?”

he laughed as he went up to the host stand, giving the name for the reservation and asking her to throw away the script. you chuckled again as you were seated.

“sometimes, i feel like i can be too much of an asshole, but shit like that makes me feel like i’m too nice to people.” you nodded as you glanced over the menu.

“you are an asshole, but you get away with it ‘cause you only talk shit to me,” you chuckled. he shrugged as the waitress came up and asked for your drink order.

“i hate being rude, but i can’t not talk shit about people like that! they act like i fuckin’ own the place,” he laughed after she left. he shook his head. “knowing my luck, i’ll tell someone to fuck off and they’ll go to tmz.”

“since when did you care about tmz?” you laughed.

“i don’t! but i don’t need random people speculating about my personality! anyone would get pissed off over constantly being given stupid script after stupid script. and to ask me to put in a good word to?!” you laughed.

“you’re still stuck on that?” you ask as the waitress put down the drinks.

“of coarse i am!” he said before ordering for you and him. “what good word would i put in? oh, this guy that randomly walked up to me in the street and harassed me into reading his script actually has a good pilot! you should make this into a show, mr.comedy central! fucking pathetic.”

you laughed along, but the last sentence made your chest flutter. even though most of what he said was true and not exactly mean, you still found yourself getting a little wet at the way he spoke.

“one day, i’m gonna have to actually take someones script and call them a few days later and just tear into it. tell them how unfunny the jokes are, how unnatural the dialogue is, or just tell them it’s shit and to never make another person be forced to shit through 20 pages of garbage.”

“that’s so mean!” you respond with a smile. “you’re gonna make them cry, matt.”

“good. maybe they’ll stop being a lowlife and leave LA instead of taking up space.” you rolled your eyes with a smile. he moved on after that statement, instead focusing on you and how your day was. the food was good, the conversations were better and by the time you got home, you were all over eachother.

“matt,” you pulled away. he had you pinned against the front door within seconds of getting into the house and he instantly went in for a messy and desperate makeout session. “you know how you’re an asshole?”

“i guess,” he chuckled. you looked away and let your hands run up his chest.

“do you think you can do that to me?” you look up and smile. he looked away with a smirk before finally returning to your gaze.

“you sure about that, sweetheart? i don’t wanna make you cry,” he teased and leaned closer, keeping eye contact as he tilted his head. “why? do you want me to.”

you nodded quickly as he started kissing your neck, his hands grabbing at your hips and pulling you closer. you moaned as his hands explored your chest and waist. he smiled against your skin.

“you gotta tell me if i’m going too far.. you know how i can get,” he said and glanced up towards your face, seeing your head fallen back and mouth agape. “talk to me, princess.”

“okay, i’ll tell you,” you responded, feeling your stomach warm up at the sterness in his voice. he nodded and kissed you on the neck gently.

“good girl. go to the bedroom and get ready. i’ll be up there in five,” he said and pulled away, smiling at your reddened face. “and if you’re not ready by the time i’m up there..”

he trailed off, looking you up and down like a piece of meat. you nodded and scampered off to the room, blushing harder when you heard him chuckle behind you. once the door shut, you immedietly started pulling off your clothes and throwing them to the corner.

you knew this would end like every date night, so you already had your pretty stuff on. he always gawked over you when you wore pink, so the pink bralette and panty set was an obvious choice. after going to the bathroom and touching up your makeup, you got back in the bed and kneeled.

waiting was possibly the worst part. the time between getting ready and him walking through the door always invited insecure thoughts. it sucked, but as soon as he enters the room, it always disappaited. you smiled when he opened the door, still dressed in his slacks and button up. it all fit him perfectly.

“aw.. i see what you’re doing,” he said. you felt your stomach tense. his voice was more gravely than normal and he sounded like a movie villian. “you trying to look all cute so i’ll be nicer to you?”

“no, i just-“

“did i tell you to talk?” he cut you off and glared. you shut your mouth and swallowed, shying away from him. his dress shoes clicked against the hardwood before entering the bedroom. for once, you felt truly intimidated by him. “why do you look scared? i thought you asked for this.”

he stood over you, head held high. you looked down and jumped when he grabbed your jaw, making you look back up. he leaned down, his face right next to yours.

“is this okay?” he said gently, completely opposing his original tone. you nodded. “use your words.”

“yes, it’s okay.” he nodded and leaned back. he looked over you, making you feel the need to cover up. like a predator looking at its prey, he seemingly drooled at the thought of destroying you.

“you look so pretty. touched up your makeup too, hm?” he said as he ran his finger along your jaw, glancing at your lips. “too bad it’s gonna get ruined. go ahead and get on your knees in front of me.”

he stepped back and smirked as you immedietly followed. you looked up at him again, now feeling even smaller than before. he crouched down and untied your hair, letting it down before twirling it with his finger. looking up at him was intimidating enough, but now that you two were eye to eye, you felt like you were gonna cry.

he looked at your lips for a moment before his hand found its way to your jaw, rubbing his thumb on your lower lip. you looked at him as he made you pout. he smiled.

“you are just too cute,” he said before tapping your lip. “open up.” you did and his slid his thumb past your bottom teeth and let your lips close around it. you kept eye contact as you sucked.

you knew matt, arguably better than anyone else, but the look in his eye was something you’ve never seen before. his gaze was piercing, almost daring you to disobey. he didn’t say what he’d do if you weren’t ready in time, but the look in his eye made you question if you wanted to find out.

“you wanna suck me off?” you nod, his finger still pressed against your tongue. “go ahead and ask.”

you looked at him, confused. he rose his eyebrow at you before rolling his eyes and standing, combing his fingers through your hair. you gasped when he gripped onto a chunk and pulled your head back.

“am i gonna have to spell everything out for you?” he said. your stomach flipped. “go ahead and ask if you can suck me off.”

he glared, arms crossed and everything. your lip trembled as you looked down. your hands formed into fists. you still felt his eyes on you as you tried to speak. a tiny whimper came out when he hooked his finger under your jaw and made you look up again.

“can i.. please?” you ask, embarassed to actually say it. he tsked and shook his head.

“you’re gonna have to try harder than that, baby.” you swallowed and blinked, letting a tear fall. he smiled. “aww, are you really crying? come on, you can’t even take a little teasing?”

you wiped your face and sniffled. you heard him laugh above you as you tried to speak again, stuttering through your words.

“wow.. can’t even speak clearly. it’s gonna be a long night if you can’t follow these simple orders.” he tilted his head again and smiled, teasing. you whimpered and looked up at him. he leaned forward a bit and cupped his ear.

“can i please suck your cock?” you asked. he smirked and stood straight again, rolling his shoulders as he unzipped his pants.

“good girl,” he said. even though you were eye to eye with it, you were still a bit suprised by how hard he was.

you knew he was good at being mean, but you didn’t expect him to enjoy it this much. he wasn’t exactly kinky, always just going along with what you wanted. it was a nice change of pace, though. you leaned towards him, only to be pulled back by your hair. you looked up, teary eyed again.

“i’m taking the lead, remember? just open your mouth and let me do the work.” you nodded and parted your lips, almost instantly gagging as he forced himself down your throat. you pulled back and coughed while he laughed. “okay, okay, i’ll be gentle. just wanted to see what you’d do.”

you glared at him and he mouthed sorry before tapping the head on your lip. you opened again and he took hold of your hair, guiding you forward. other than the rough start, he was still pretty tender, refusing to let you sink too far. you pulled off.

“matt, please-“

“you got mad about gagging just a second ago. just wanna make sure you don’t choke again,” he smiled. you whimpered as he guided you again, slowly pushing you lower. “you think you can get it all?”

you nod as he slowly pushes you further and further down, grinning as tears welled up in your eyes. eventually, your nose met his naval and you swallowed around him, making him moan. he pulled you off roughly and made you stand.

“go lay down,” he said and pointed. you nodded and went to the bed, laying on your back. he slipped off his shoes before climbing in after you.

“you aren’t gonna get undressed?” you asked. he looked back, confused.

“why would i?” he said as if it was a stupid question. you nodded as he kissed down your neck, slowly slipping off each strap of the bralette.

“i just thought-“

“did i give you permission to talk?”

you shut your mouth and he went back to touching, running his fingers over the lacy fabric of your bralette.

“you know, i thought you’d be better than this,” he studied your face, making sure he didn’t hurt your feelings before saying more. “you can barely follow orders, you always talk.. can’t even listen properly.”

you nodded along, whimpering as he exposed your breasts and let his fingers trail lower as he kissed down towards your nipple. he licked over the bud in the stripe, smiling as you shivered. his hand slid underneath your panties as found your clit, circling it slowly.

“i didn’t think you could get so wet,” he said as he plunged his fingers inside you, making your back arch. “it’s okay, baby. i know you like getting treated like dirt, no need to be ashamed.”

you squirmed as he kissed lower and lower, eventually reaching your hip. he used his free hand to pull down your panties and discard them. he looked up at you. even at a stereotypically submissive position, he still looked just as dominant as before.

“i think it’s cute. getting wet every time i shit talk must be torture. do you think about it often? me treating you like nothing more than a play thing? a pathetic mess i can touch whenever i want.” the words slipped out like nothing as he fingered you, curling them into your g-spot. his kissed moved from your hip to your thigh, biting and licking along the skin.

“matt, please,” you whimper, squirming. he glanced up at you and tilted his head.

“what? you want me to fuck you?” he asked. you nodded.

“i’m not gonna ask you to say it ‘cause your last attempt was a little pathetic. don’t want to set you up for failure, you know?” he chuckled as his mouth made its way to your clit. you gasped as he fucked you with his fingers and flicked his tongue. your hand reached down, grabbing onto his hair. he moaned, causing you to shudder.

he loved eating pussy. if he could list it as a hobby without being weird, he would. from all the practice he got from constantly giving you oral, he became pretty good at making you cum. it got to the point that he was seemingly too good, making you feel close to orgasm within the minute at times.

“i’m gonna cum, please,” you moan. he pulled away as you said it, chuckling as your hips bucks and you whined loudly.

“relax. i’m gonna let you, just not right now,” he said with a cocky smirk. “who knows, maybe we’ll do this a couple more time..”

“no, matt, please. just fuck me already?” you begged. he leaned back on his knees, thinking.

“you’re gonna have to ask a little nicer than that if you want me to listen,” he teased. his thumb circled around your clit, just close enough to feel, but not satisfy. you rolled your eyes.

“can you please have sex with me?” you said sarcastically. you covered your mouth as you said it, freezing up when you felt his hand pull away. your eyes shut, almost scared to see the look on his face. you whimpered as he grabbed your jaw roughly, squeezing.

“you really got an attitude problem, huh?” he nearly growled into your ear. your hands grabbed his wrist, whimpering. “are you gonna knock it off or will i have to teach you a lesson about respect?”

“n-no, sir, i’ll stop.” you looked up at him with teary eyes. you could see the frustration in his eyes from the disrespect. normally, he’d laugh with your jokes, but now he saw it as pure disobedience.

he let go, pushing your head back into the pillow. you rubbed your chin as he pulled away, pumping his cock a few times before lifting your hips and positioning yourself.

“if you cum, i’m gonna punish you. understood?” he said in a low tone. you nodded, not trusting your vocal cords enough to make a proper response. he lined himself up and plunged inside you.

“fuck!” you yelp, arching your back. he held your hips against his, gripping hard as he started attacking your neck again like a wild animal. he was still for a few seconds as you adjusted, but quickly picked up a brutal pace. you almost couldn’t make any noise, all the moans getting stuck in your throat as he fucked you without any regard.

he pulled away from your neck and glanced down, putting a hand against your stomach and chuckling. you whimper as he presses down, feeling himself inside you. you couldn’t pull away if you wanted to, only able to twitch every few seconds as he gripped harder and harder, holding you exactly where he wanted.

“does that feel nice? knowing i’m the only one that can make you feel so good you can’t even speak? what’s your name, baby?” he leaned close, listening, but all that came out were choked moans and whimpers. “that’s what i thought.”

“please, please, i’m so close-“

“i already told you no.”

“just- please, matt.”

“what did you call me?” he asked with a particularly hard thrust for emphasis. you whimper.

“s-sir,” you respond. his chuckle makes your skin tingle as he fucked you, almost like he had this pent up for years. he pressed against your stomach harder, moaning as he felt himself. you cried out.

“fuck, i’m close,” he moaned against your shoulder before biting down. you sob as he does so, squirming under him. you throbbed around him, desperate for release. he knew you couldn’t hold off much longer, but that was the fun of it.

“i’m gonna.. please,” you cried.

“if you hold off until i’m done, i’ll make you cum, promise.” you nod, still whimpering. he bit down harder as his hips started to stutter and he pulled out, cumming all over your pussy and stomach. he moaned as he pumped out the last few ropes.

“matt..” you whine. he lets go of your shoulder, licking over the teeth marks before looking down at the sight. he chuckled and went back down, licking up his own cum as he went down.

“you wanna cum? you think you can beg for it?” he asked as he licked everything up, ignoring your throbbing core.

“i-i can’t. please, i’m so fucking desperate i can’t even think right, fuck,” you confess. he chuckled and licked over your slit, smiling as you shuddered and nearly came just from that.

“you’re a quick learner, huh,” he joked before finger fucking you again and suckling on your clit, his tongue swirling. you sobbed as you clinched around him, your back arching as you moaned louder and louder, heat bubbling in your belly.

“fuck!” you squeal as you came. his fingers curled as he passaged your g-spot, pushing every ounce you had out of you. you sobbed, covering your face as he pulled away, swiping his thumb over your clit. you shuddered and squirmed.

he looked down at you, smiling at his work. you were absolutely wrecked, bite marks littering your shoulders and red dots along your hip from where his fingers dug into you. he slowly ran his hand up and down your thigh as you caught your breath.

“was that mean enough for you?” he asked. you nod, unable to form a proper response. “i wasn’t too rough, was i?”

“nahhh,” you say. he chuckled. “why didn’t you take off your clothes?”

“‘cause i thought it was hot. you being fully exposed but you don’t even get to see me shirtless.” he slid to the edge of the bed, slipping off his slacks and unbuttoning his shirt as he looking through the dresser for something to sleep in.

“it was kinda hot..” you mumble. he chuckled and pulled on a shirt before sitting beside you on the bed.

“you need help getting cleaned up? i don’t think my tongue did too good of a job.”

“yes, please..”

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[mushroommanstan]

For your creepy Tenko series I'm totally the type of person to go up to him and try to fact check. Like I would see this guy being bullied get concerned and try to be his friend. Oh boy him dealing with a woman who discovers that he did something that was not his fault as a child and he's been tormented ever since yeah no I would be his friend... Then totally fall for him. You just made him far too precious!

Fact check

College au Tenko

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As usual, people whispered and heckled quietly as he walked by in the halls. It was annoying for sure, but he had to admit, if there was one thing good about being a social pariah it’s that people always clear a path for you. And considering how crowded the halls get, it comes in handy.

So after so many years of not having to watch where he was going, I guess he couldn’t be blamed when he bumped into you, falling onto his ass with a “oof”. There were a few gasps from the audience, stilling and waiting to see if you would melt into a pile of rushed apologies like any normal person.

“Watch it asshole!”

Almost everyone erupted with a chorus of “oooooooo” like they were elementary school kids watching a classmate being taken out into the hall. He rolled his eyes at their exaggeration, picking himself back up and dusting off his pants before turning to you, still expecting an apology or something even though it was clearly his fault.

The friends you were gabbing with all took a step back from you, leaving you to unknowingly face this demon alone.

You recognized him almost immediately, not by his actual appearance but from the way people would describe certain attributes about him. Jet black poofy hair, blood red eyes, cracks and scars littering his face, yep, that’s the guy. Although you had to admit seeing him in person you realized you had imagined him all wrong. People would describe his features like they were telling a ghost story but in reality he was pretty… cute.

“Oh, you must be Shimura right? I’ve heard about you, nice to meet you in person.” You stuck your hand out, inviting him for a handshake to which he just raised an eyebrow at you in disbelief. Really? This is a joke right? You’re asking him for a handshake.

Apathetically, he shook your hand, his unkept fingernails and scratchy skin poking out from under his gloves making you wince a little. His face didn’t change from his disbelieving, mildly annoyed grimace, as if he was saying “are you this stupid” with his eyes.

“So…” you started, playing with your fingers a little bit. “Is it true you… uh… killed people. Like that’s obviously a rumor right?”

He sighed. “Wow, straight to the punch huh? Alright, yes, I did kill people. Quite a few. Happy?”

Your face dropped. That was not the answer you were expecting. Before you figured they were just batshit crazy rumors that would make for a good icebreaker you two could laugh about. I mean, there’s no way any self respecting college would let him in! But….

“Oh. Oh, my god.” You started, your face turning to an expression more familiar to him. “And so, the stuff about you bringing a hand… to…”

Before you could finish your sentence he had already brought it out, wiggling the limp grey appendage in front of your face as people gagged and screamed around you, evacuating and giving you two some privacy.

You were utterly speechless. “I…but…c-can I ask why? Why you…”

He put father back in his pocket and stuck his pinky finger in his ear, looking away from you disrespectfully as he wiped his eardrums with his nails. “You have the internet. Just look up “Tenko Shimura Killer” and you’ll have all the information you need. Can I go now? I gotta get to class and I don’t feel like explaining to the professor how I got caught up in a surprise interrogation.”

Rather rudely, he lightly shoved you out of the way, making you huff. What an asshole! What a rude… intriguing asshole. Hmmm…

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You weren’t expecting so many results to pop up. Whenever normal people search up their names there’s only like one result, maybe two of you’re lucky, but this guy has to have thousands. News reports, sympathy blogs, theorizers, interviews, so, so many interviews. You were actually able to learn a surprising amount from just a single news article, and found he might not be as black and white as you thought.

Yes, he did kill people. But as you came to found out, it was indisputably accidental, something that, from the rumors you’ve heard at the college, has been coming back haunt him for years in the form of unrelenting harassment.

After some digging, you were even able to find a recording of an interrogation he had to go through when he was just a little kid.

(Static buzz + crying)

Cop 1: can you tell us where your family is?

(Silence apart from crying)

Cop 2: Tenko?

Tenko: H-help me… please

Cop 2: That’s what we’re trying to do bud. We just gotta know if you have any living relatives.

(Crying intensifies)

Tenko: …please, you have to help me… I’m sorry!

Cop 1: sorry for what? I don’t have all day shit stain! Now where the hell are your parents?

Cop 2: Jesus Christ Mitch he’s just a little kid!

Cop 1: a little kid who’s wasted half an hour of our time with his “I’m sorry”s and “help me”s. It’s getting old, and we need answers.

Cop 2: he just doesn’t seem to be in the right frame of mind for this. We should call it a night and try it again tomorrow.

Cop 1: like hell we are. He’s not spending another night at the station. Now tell me kid, where! Are! Your! Parents!

Tenko: I KILLED THEM!!!

(Silence)

Tenko: I’m so sorry, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to I’m sorry!

Cop 2: Jesus

(Sound of person vomiting)

Cop 1: oh god fucking damn it.

End of recording.

You went pale hearing this. He sounded young, too young, and you could feel his despairing sobs nearly breaking your heart in two. Holy hell, oh, just oh my god. That poor bastard! How could people say such terrible things about him when he’s already been through so much!

Under the article, you saw a Reddit post titled “Tenko Shimura harasses hot student, creep gonna creep”, in which someone took a picture of your encounter that day, with him waving the hand in your face. The comments, good lord the comments, they just made you cry even harder.

You shut your laptop. It probably wasn’t your business to meddle in but you didn’t care, you were gonna do what you could to make his life less hellish. He’s been through enough.

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You waited for him in the halls, this time with your eyes trained on the door as you purposefully stand in what would soon be his way. People almost questioned you, almost, but the fierce look of determination in your eyes and your tense stance told them this was not their fight. Didn’t stop them from waiting around in the background though, wanting to see just what you’ll do.

You didn’t know how, but even though you were looking right at the door he still managed to go unnoticed, seemingly camouflaging himself amongst the other students. You only noticed him when he was just about to pass by you, when his hair fluttered and for just a moment his striking red eyes were visible, seemingly glowing from the dark clothing and hair.

You caught his wrist as he passed, and everyone watching tensed. He turned around immediately muttering “who the fuck-“ before you pulled him in for a hug.

He let out a shocked gasp, struggling in your hold as he thought you were attacking him or something.

“I’m so sorry Tenko, I’m so sorry you had to go through that.” You whimpered meekly into his chest. He stopped struggling, not having heard that from someone that wasn’t a hero in front of a news camera.

He patted your back awkwardly as he felt his hoodie moisten, realizing you were crying on him… for him. “There there?”

He hadn’t actually expected you to look him up. Maybe skim a few pictures or scroll through Reddit sure but from the looks of you it seems you did more research than he thought you would.

He held you, beyond confused, as you trembled attached to his chest. A crowd formed around you guys and it wasn’t long before some took pictures. He didn’t care though, never did. But still, judging on how it looks he can imagine the way they’ll spin it.

After a moment you rose from his chest and tearfully gave him your number in case he’d ever need someone to talk to, which he skeptically accepted. And eventually, on a cold, lonely night he did find himself in a moment of weakness, so he decided to dial you up even though you might just make him feel worse. You didn’t, you actually listened without judgement, and after that he didn’t feel so reluctant about calling you.

Venting calls turned to causal chats turned to gaming calls, and for once he actually felt like a normal person with normal friends. It struck him that this is what his life could be

If the others just did their fucking research.

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[eris-snow]

𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥 𝐅𝐨𝐨𝐥'𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐲

✨April Fool's Day

Tags: Bakugou x fem!reader, bakugou' birthday series 2023

Stupid Dunce face and his shitty jokes. Fuck if he cares that it was all a prank. He doesn't like you.

"Did you know Y/n likes you, Bakugou?"

Stupid Dunce Face. With his shitty yellow hair and stupidly forward words.

Bakugou whips his head to the blond, practically snapping his neck off "What the hell?"

"Yeah," Denki continues, laying it on thick. "Said she couldn't wait for you to ask her out."

"Really?" Bakugou grits his teeth, voice hitching with feigned amusement. "How the fuck would you know that? Sunshine don't hang with you that often. She's too smart for your one brain cell to keep up."

"Bakugou!" Denki winces, offended tone prominent in his voice. "That isn't very nice!"

"Spewing other people's personal feelings is worse," Bakugou counters, slumping down in his seat. "If Sunshine wanted to tell me, she'd do it at her own fucking pace. Stop meddling, asshole."

The words of teasing die on Denki's tongue. There's silence for a moment, one bloody, hopeful second that makes Bakugou feel a sliver of respite before...

Denki starts cackling with laughter, doubling over like he just pulled off the funniest joke in his 16 years on the planet. "It was a joke, man!" Denki shouts through fits of giggles, wiping tears away from his eyes. "I can't believe you actually believed it that easily!"

It takes three slow and painful seconds for the realisation to fill the pit of his stomach.

One.

Why the fuck is Denki losing his shit? Is he making fun of him or something? The hell-

Two.

It's a goddamn joke. He really has the nerve to pull this shit on Bakugou at 8 fucking am in the morning on a Saturday. It's his one free day off in the entire week and this is what he gets-

Alarm bells. They're ringing so loudly in his head he can barely think straight. Bakugou rechecks his mental schedule for the day, thoughts finally clicking as he remembers today's date.

Three.

It's First April.

It's April Fools Day.

...

Fuck.

Bakugou's cheeks scald red in embarrassment and anger as that damn blond wipes his tears away. "That was so funny-"

"You fucking asshole," Bakugou snarls, leaping off the couch with explosions firing off in his hand.

He has two very strong, overwhelming feelings he's in the mids of experiencing now. Anger, obviously, and a deep sense of humiliation for taking the quirky imbecile so seriously.

Naturally, he leans hard into the overwhelming fury and tackles Denki in a fit of rage.

It was just a silly little prank.

A silly little prank that was only meant to get his hopes up and get his shit together to confess to you.

Denki has impeccable timing.

He shoves his thought of you away and pretends his scarlet cheeks aren't because of you because, you seriously, don't mean a thing to him.

His heart didn't leap at the thought of standing a chance with you. In fact, he wasn't going to even think of your bright and cheery self the entire day.

He. Did. Not. Like. You.

As if on cue, you walk into the common area while rubbing your eyes, yawning and stretching as if you just got out of bed. Of course you could pull off your bed hair effortlessly. "Mnh...what's going on guys?" You mutter, blinking away your sleepiness as you stared at Bakugou and Denki.

His heart writhes at getting his hopes up and pulverised, at seeing you with that innocently oblivious expression plastered on your face

He pulverises Dunce Face even more.

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